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in your arms forever — chapter one. | p.js

prologue | series masterlist

pairing: park jongseong x fem reader (feat. ex. almost fiancé! park sunghoon)

a/n: finally finished the first chapter ^^ i'm honesty surprised i was able to finish it when i said i would, i was sure i would have to postpone. hoping you all enjoy it !! feedback would be greatly appreciated, and like always, feel free to ask if you have any questions.

warnings: isolation, slightly toxic! jay, very slight dark! jay, mentions of infidelity, physical assault, classism, masturbation, semi-public sex, rain sex, soft dom! jay, hard dom! jay, sub! reader, oral (fem rec), missionary, doggy, vaginal sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight cockwarming.

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wc: 12.7k

It had been a week since you began living in Jay’s manor, a beautiful cage where your every move was monitored. You had an hour to spare before he came home, an hour to savour your solitude before the pretence of ignoring and dismissing him continued. Despite his attempts to break your shell and get closer to you, you maintained a cold distance.

Eva and Celia, Jay’s two corgis, laid beside you on the floor of Jay’s study as you read the books he left to keep you occupied as if you were some helpless child. Your phone had been confiscated, leaving you with only the option to contact him through his servants. Any outing required a chaperone from his guards, who conveniently never allowed visits to your father, sister, not to mention Sunghoon.

Gods, you missed Sunghoon. Your body ached to be held by him, and your mind grieved at the thought of never seeing him again.

Time had frozen since you entered Jay’s home. You had been mostly alone with your thoughts, except for the corgis’ whines when they were hungry. The servants and guards barely acknowledged you unless it was to tell you not to do something. You kept wondering what your father could have possibly done to piss off the Parks and now owe something to them. This marriage, you were certain, was not about the flimsy excuse your father had told you but rather the Parks’ insatiable hunger for power. A part of you was grateful that all they demanded was a marriage, given they could easily kill you and your family with a snap of their fingers. You shivered at the thought.

“How are my sweet girls doing?” you heard from the door, and you sat up, surprised that your fiancé was back so early. Jay smiled widely and walked up to Eva and Celia to pet them. He began scratching Celia’s chin, followed by asking, “Has Y/N been treating you well? I’m sure she has; I know how much you love her.” He turned around to face you and continued, “I’m honestly quite jealous of how much time you spend with them. I think they’re starting to like you more than me,” he laughed to himself.

Your face remained unmoving; you didn’t know what to say back. You tried to stand up by yourself, but Jay grabbed your hand and gently pulled you up instead. You hated how your body reacted every time he touched you. Your body was hot whenever he was near, and your skin felt like it was on fire wherever he laid his hand. You would have been lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. He had the alluring look of his mother, magnificently beautiful. It was hard not to stare and admire him when he wasn’t looking. Then you remembered just how wrong this all was. You had the love of your life, and you were betraying him every time you leaned too close to Jay.

“Cat got your tongue, my love?” Your thoughts were interrupted by him again. The more you got to know him, the less he intimidated you. Honestly, you thought he was quite pathetic, constantly at the beck and call of his mother, desperate for her approval. You weren’t sure if he did anything without his mother knowing about it. It made you feel a bit brave.

Brave enough to point your chin towards him and glare at him, “I want you to let me go see Sunghoon.” He stood there in silence for about a minute, with a completely unreadable expression. You thought he may have not heard you until his menacing laughter broke the stillness. The way he was folded over, you’d think you were a comedian.

He finally calmed down and said, “That’s hilarious, Y/N. I know you’re not stupid. Tell me why the fuck I should let you go see your boy toy?”

“He’s not a boy toy, he was my fiancé” you continued testing your luck, “and why not? It’s not like we’re in a real relationship. I don’t owe you anything and you don’t owe me—” he cut you off.

“Don’t even fucking think about it. Our marriage is public news as of now. Why do you think I’m so scared of letting you out? The press is on our ass and they can’t find out that this is arranged,” he furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, “Can’t have the press thinking I’m getting cuckolded by my wife with some nobody, now can I? Wouldn’t be good for my reputation.”

You clenched your fists, anger boiling inside you. “But I know this isn’t about your reputation. I know you and your mother are using me as a pawn. You’re probably out whoring yourself around with any girl that gives you attention, but Gods forbid I go to see another man!” You yelled that last part and immediately regretted it when Eva began whining.

The fire in Jay’s eyes extinguished. “You are scaring the girls, Y/N,” Jay sighed and stepped closer, held your waist, and pressed a kiss to your temple. His eyes softened slightly, but his presence was still intimidating. “Don’t think so low of me, honey. I admit I’m a romantic, but I would never be unfaithful. You’re mine now, and I’m yours.”

His standing so close reminded you just how much he towered over you. Half of you wanted to hit him in the chest and run in the other direction, while the other wanted to lean into his touch and let him hold you closer.

“Remember, Y/N, you are my wife. That little boyfriend of yours is someone you need to forget. You can keep fighting it, but it doesn’t change the facts,” then he whispered, “You belong to me.” He could feel you tremble in his arms, so he reached out for your hand and squeezed it.

He was looking at the floor now, seemingly a bit nervous. He began, “My mother wants to meet you tonight for dinner. That’s why I came home early. Minseo will help you get prepared. You need to be ready in an hour.” There was a slight tension in his voice.

You knew he was afraid of his mother as much as he loved her, but you can’t imagine why he was so scared now. Was he worried for you? That couldn’t be it.

“What? Why so last minute?” you asked.

“I wish I knew. I asked her if I could accompany you, but she wanted to meet you alone. She probably just wants to get to know you,” he lied. He and his mother had done their fair share of research on you and your family; she had nothing more to learn. They’d had eyes on your family and relationships for years already. For the past two years, all he had known was you. He kept a file of your profile in his office, and he was rather confident he knew more about you than even you did.

Your favourite food, your favourite clothing brands, your daily habits, your friends, the books you read, and your medical history—they were all known to Jay. Hell, he even knew what your favourite places were to take Sunghoon to fuck. His fist clenched at the thought. Gods, what was he going to do about Sunghoon? It wouldn’t be long before your ex-boyfriend/fiancé/whatever-the-fuck became a royal pain in his ass.

Truth be told, Jay has thought about just getting rid of Sunghoon but knew that would be completely moronic. He needed to gain your trust to the best ability. If there was even a scratch on Sunghoon’s head and you found out about it, you would trace it back to the Parks. He knew you weren’t much of a threat to him and his mother’s plans, but he was already on thin ice by keeping you practically locked away in his house. He was starting to become frustrated at how hard it was to make him realise you were his.

What could Sunghoon possibly have that made you fall so deeply in love with him? Jay had been wondering this ever since he started looking into your relationship. Park Sunghoon submitted to the St. Justinian International Academy after the school he previously attended got burned down. He and a few other students were given scholarships as a show of charity by the Academy.

When Jay heard about it, he thought it was all bullshit. What good would it do to send someone to a fancy boarding school when his family was still living in a shithole in the slums? Why did you stoop so low as to fall for a man like him? Sunghoon would never have enough to provide for you and in the long run, he wouldn’t have kept you happy. Jay felt like he was losing his mind.

He noticed how nervous you looked, staring down at his chest with a frown, and it brought him back to reality. He wished to ease your worries but he didn’t want to keep lying about his mother, so he slowly rubbed your back and placed a kiss on your temple.

Jay and his mother always worked together, and it frightened him that he genuinely didn’t know why she wanted to meet you alone. His mother never had good intentions when it came to anyone but herself, and he knew he was putting you in harm’s way by leaving you alone with her. His mother had all the power, though, and he couldn’t refuse her demands. All he could do now was pray to Zeus that you would leave tonight unharmed.

“I think this would look nice on you,” Minseo said, holding up a mesmerising, dark maroon silk dress. She was one of the maids at the manor, a sweet old lady who was the only warm presence in the house full of cold company. She smiled at you and placed the dress on your bed. For the past week, you had been sleeping in your and Jay’s bedroom. You had told him you would refuse to share the same bed with him and tried to stay in a guest bedroom, but he had dragged you back over his shoulder onto your marriage bed.

“Stop acting like such a brat. I will sleep in the guest room, and you can stay here. See? No need to make a big deal about it.”

You remembered Jay’s scolding vividly, mostly because the way he laid you on your marriage bed made you feel warm in your stomach, and unsavoury thoughts started to form in your mind. You felt like a whore whenever your body reacted in that manner like you had no control over it when he was around. But your mind never let you forget that Jay was not important. The love of your life was Sunghoon, and that would never change. You had to keep reminding yourself of that.

“You can change into it while I look for some jewellery to pair with it,” Minseo broke your train of thought, but before you could reply, she was already out of the room.

You got yourself into the dress and looked in the mirror. It was gorgeous, but quite extravagant for a dinner with your mother-in-law. It was practically backless and quite low-cut. The material was thin and flowy, which was very bad news for your nipples. When Minseo returned to the room, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Mrs. Park, I knew that dress would look good on you, but this really exceeds my expectations. Gods, you look so pretty,” she gushed.

You shifted on your feet, still not used to people calling you Mrs. Park. You wondered what it would have been like to be called Mrs. Park as Sunghoon’s wife.

“Yeah, about that. Could I maybe get a bra? Actually, let’s just choose another dress. You can see my nipples in this, and it’s pretty skimpy for a formal dinner, no? Maybe we should just go with that black one with the long sleeves,” you stammered.

“Absolutely not! Don’t worry about it, Y/N, you look stunning as is. Don’t ruin it by covering up. It’s not all that scandalous if you think about it. Tons of stylish young girls go braless these days; no one cares. I met Mr. Park’s mother a few times, and she was very progressive! I mean, you can imagine, being the first woman in her family to be in charge of the dynasty and all,” she said, desperately trying to ease your worries. “Trust me, she will not mind it one bit.”

Given how eager she sounded, you knew it was no use trying to argue with her. You sighed and nodded.

She handed you a pair of pearl earrings and black heels and said, “Put these on and then you’re ready. I can’t wait for Mr. Park to witness how amazing you look.”

You stood at the entrance of the grand manor, nervously smoothing the silk of your dress. One of the two guards Jay had specifically assigned to you was stationed at the door to the driveway. You could see through the windows that the sky was dark blue, and the evening air was thick with anticipation for the dinner with your mother-in-law. You couldn’t stop imagining all the ways this night could spiral into disaster.

The sound of familiar footsteps descending the grand staircase behind you interrupted your thoughts. You turned around, and you almost stopped breathing at the sight of Jay. As always, he looked impeccable and flawless, with not a single hair out of place. It was almost unsettling how he managed to maintain this level of perfection.

He smiled at you as he came down the last few steps, but as he drew closer, his demeanour shifted. The warmth in his eyes cooled and darkened. When he finally stepped in front of you, you noticed the tension in his features—the heaviness of his breathing and the way his jaw was tightly clenched.

“Oh, there you are Mr. Park!” Minseo came jogging down to where you were standing. “I was looking everywhere for you,” she was beaming, “How do you like it? I chose the outfit, and I personally think it suits her, don’t ya think?”

“Uh…, yeah, she looks great. You look beautiful, Y/N,” Jay replied with a straight face, trying his best not to stutter. He seemed distracted, and a bit frustrated. He kept shifting his eyes from you and the door behind you.

Minseo pulled out a ring from a pouch, it was the engagement ring that you were meant to be wearing since last week, but you refused, much to Jay’s dismay. The ring had a silver band with a princess-cut diamond in the centre. As gorgeous as it was, you were hesitant.

“Here’s what you asked for,” Minseo handed the ring to Jay.

“Look, I know you don’t want to wear this ring, and as much I don’t wish to force it on you, my mother will want to see you with it on your hand, so please, will you let me put it on you?” He pleaded, his eyes glinting with hope.

You nodded slowly and lifted your left hand to him. He held it gently as if it would break if he were any harsher. He slowly slipped it onto your ring finger, his expression unreadable as he saw your hand adorned with the symbol of your engagement. He brought your hand to his lips, a gesture he had developed a habit of since the day you met. This time though, he lingered longer than usual, the warmth of his face against your hand making your breathing irregular.

“Let’s get going, shall we? We’ll just make it on time if we leave now, and my mother doesn’t like to be held waiting,” Jay held out his arm for you to hook yours through.

Just as the guard opened the door for you two, Jay sent a menacing glare towards the other man. You may have been oblivious, but he could tell that Marco has been pervertedly staring at your back. He can’t blame the man; you looked ravishing. Your beauty could make any man weak and fall to his knees in front of you, fully in devotion to you.

That being said, the single warning glare was enough to indicate to Marco that he ought to lower his gaze around you unless he wished to lose his job.

Once you and Jay were in the car, driving off to his childhood home, he looked over at you to see how you were doing, but also to get a sight of you and your dress. Gods, he thought he was no better than Marco as he felt the crotch of his dress pants tightening at the sight of your cleavage peaking through your silk dress, not to mention your nipples that perked up due to the friction of the fabric and the windy weather of the evening. He felt his face heating up.

“Is there something on my face, Jay?” You asked.

He began grinning at you, doing a rather good job at hiding his arousal, “I didn’t want to say it back there because I knew Minseo would never let me live it down, but you look fucking perfect. You’re honestly too good for me,” he sighed.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “Thanks but this isn’t for you. It’s for my mother-in-law whom I haven’t even met yet.”

“If someone else saw you right now they’d probably think you were trying to seduce my mother,” he joked.

“Who says I’m not?” Jay bursted out in laughter at your question and your mischievous smirk, “But speaking of, are you sure your mother will be okay with this? I told Minseo I thought it was quite revealing but she didn’t budge. I mean you can practically see my tits for fuck’s sake—”

Jay gently took hold of your hand and began rubbing it with his thumb slowly, “Your dress is not something you should worry about,” he lied again. In his mind, he could never really predict how his mother would react to anything. She was like a bomb that cycled between going off and being reconstructed.

If you dressed properly and conservatively, she may have gone off on your not trying hard enough to impress her, but the dress you’re currently wearing may also get under her skin for being too daring. His mother wasn’t rational, but beneath it all, the only thing he was certain of her was that everything she did was to benefit herself.

You nodded slowly, “Alright. If you insist.”

He turned your hand around and placed a kiss on your palm, something he had never done before. It felt intimate, but you could feel the wetness between your legs heighten. Your mind could not leave the fact that you were so open and bare in front of him.

A thought suddenly flashed before your mind, of him sliding your dress off your shoulders, wrapping his beautiful lips around your tits and taking you right here in the backseat, not even caring about the fact that your chauffeur was right in front of you. You wanted him to grab your waist and grip it like his life depended on it as you rode him until you almost passed out from exhaustion, and then let him take control and thrust up into you.

You mentally slapped yourself for having the gall to think such thoughts, especially right in front of him. You chalked it up to you being mindlessly horny after not having sex for over a week. You weren’t used to being alone at night eversince you began dating Sunghoon. You didn’t realise how much it would affect you to not be touched for so long.

You felt your belly get warm and you began clenching your thighs together, trying to relieve your desperation with a bit of friction.

Jay let go of your hand and said, “I can see what you’re doing, Y/N,” Jay smirked at you, his voice was low and steady. He wasn’t a blind man and could tell how much he affected you. He’s witnessed your lust-filled eyes and your body’s reaction to his touches. He knew you wanted him, and could have him at the snap of your fingers, but didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

“W-What am I doing?” You stuttered, your face becoming hot.

“You don’t have to feel bad for Sunghoon. You can want two people at once, and I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes, it makes you hot and bothered when I touch you. It’s fine, I have that effect on women,” he winked at you and began leaning in closer to you. Dangerously close to you.

You began leaning in yourself, almost like you were possessed. You knew you should have told him to fuck off and mind his business, but he was like a magnet you were desperately trying to hold back from. In the manor, you could have just ignored him and gone back to your room or walked around in the garden, but here you had nowhere to escape.

Jay placed his hand on your waist and began rubbing it, and you hated how much you loved it. Like always, you leaned into his touch and you began to feel lightheaded. His lips were not too far from yours, and you knew one wrong move would cause you two to end up pressed against each other, in a passionate embrace.

“You’re so full of yourself, Jay,” you tried to keep yourself composed by taking the offence.

I bet you wish you were filled with me, Jay wanted to reply, but instead, he began pulling you closer to him, your faces no inches from each other, “Will you let me make you feel good, my love? You know you deserve it.”

You desperately wanted to say yes, but there was thankfully a little bit of rationality left in you, that reminded you of all the promises you made to Sunghoon. All the love you had for him. You belonged solely to Sunghoon, and you would be committing adultery if you touched another man.

You placed a hand on Jay’s chest and gently pushed him away, “I don’t love you, Jay. Not like him,” you said, using the very little stability you have left to stand up straight and look away from him.

Your harsh words made his heart clench a bit, and Jay cursed at himself for how pathetic he acted around you. He didn’t let you see how your words impacted him and instead just laughed to himself, “Whatever you say.”

Eventually, he was going to make sure that you understood that there was nothing wrong with wanting him and that you could let yourself be his. Every part of you. You didn’t need to hold yourself back like an animal on a leash.

The rest of the drive was still and silent.

Jay had no idea what he was doing in this part of the city again. As he navigated the streets, he noticed the roads were broken beyond repair, the potholes and cracks making it a pain to drive through. The apartment buildings, relics of a better day, were covered in graffiti and many of the street lights were either flickering ominously or had completely given up, making the area fall into a deeper sense of gloom.

Despite the city of Olympus’s general air of prosperity and affluence, the neighbourhoods bordering the Styx were a completely different story. Here, crime and economic insecurity were rampant. Jay could feel the weight of people watching him, but it came with being one of the most powerful men in the world, let alone Olympus.

He parked his car near a small park, spotting the man he was looking for sitting on a barely standing, wooden bench. It was getting dark outside, so the rusty playground in front of him was devoid of any schoolchildren. When he stepped out, he was immediately hit with the smell of pollution and smoke. He started walking up to the bench and sat beside the man.

He didn’t notice Jay at first. His lips were wrapped around a cigarette and his mind was fuzzy. It looked like he hadn’t been getting much sleep. “Hello, Park Sunghoon,” he heard a deep voice from beside him, he snapped his neck to the right, and his eyes widened at the sight of Jay.

“Jay Park? Is that you?” Sunghoon asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh please, you know very well who I am. And it’s Jongseong to you,” he chuckled.

Sunghoon sneered, and stood up from the bench, “What the fuck are you doing here? What do you want from me?” Hadn’t you taken everything from me already? Sunghoon wanted to continue.

Jay smirked and stood up to face him. Compared to the sharp and pristine looks of Jay, Sunghoon was rough around the edges. His hair was a mess, and his skin was dry and sickly pale. Admittedly, he was still quite handsome, and Jay could understand why you were so attracted to him. That being said, he always thought you were quite dumb and naive for thinking you two would work out.

“I just wanted to talk, Sunghoon. Man to man,” Jay answered.

“Yeah, I call bullshit. I know your kind, you don’t come to meet someone like me just to fucking talk,” Sunghoon began raising his voice.

“My kind? You don’t like people like me, I’m guessing,” Jay was still smiling sinisterly, “And yet you love fucking them. You fell in love with my kind but here you are acting all high and mighty. Should I pass it on to Y/N? That you think we’re all such dirty animals—,” Jay couldn’t finish his taunting before Sunghoon grabbed him by his collar, and pushed him back against a nearby tree.

“She’s the exception,” Sunghoon whispered, making Jay shake his head and laugh.

“Is she now? You’re a moron if you think she’s any different than the rest of us. She and her family love acting as if they’re some charitable saints but I’m here to be honest with you Sunghoon, they are all hiding something just like the rest of us,” Jay said.

Sunghoon’s glare would have killed another man, but Jay stood his ground. “Why don’t you fuck off? You can’t intimidate me into doing what you want, I don’t have anything to lose.”

“Yeah, I guess I already took that from you. So sorry about that,” Jay replied with a glint in his eyes, much to Sunghoon’s annoyance, “I’m not leaving though, not until you can explain to me what this is,” Jay held up a thin golden ring to Sunghoon’s face that beamed with recognition.

“Where the hell did you find that?” Sunghoon looked betrayed, but quickly tried to reach for it, “Give it to me, you bastard,” he growled, but Jay swerved his hand and moved out of his way.

“As I wanted to say, my servants found this in my fiancé’s room. It’s not our engagement ring, and I remember every single piece of jewellery I have given her, so you would think I would recognise it, but I had no idea what this could be,” Jay pretended to ponder, “This wouldn’t happen to be a gift from you, would it?”

Sunghoon was seething now. He looked like he would jump on Jay at any moment and beat him to a pulp. Jay went on to say, “I know from her father that you were planning on proposing to her, even asked for his blessing. I guess stupidity runs in their family because he had the genius idea of giving it to you.”

“Of course, he gave it to me, we’re in love,” Sunghoon began smiling now too, “She told me the night before you stole her away, that she would always be mine,” Sunghoon felt stronger after revealing that, but Jay was not amused.

“Did she now? That’s quite funny considering she came around my cock just last night and the night before that. Your precious girl seems to have lied to you like our kind always does at the end of the day,” Jay lied shamelessly.

He felt a pain ripple through his head as Sunghoon’s fist came in contact with the side of his jaw, making him stumble back a few feet.

“You fucking bastard! I know you’re lying, she would never let a filthy animal like you lay a finger on her, she knows better.”

“I’m sure you think that, but every woman has needs, and given how tight she was you clearly weren’t satisfying them—,” Sunghoon now had his hand wrapped around Jay’s neck, clawing at his skin with his nails. One more ounce of pressure would have probably caused him to start bleeding.

“Jongseong, tell me here and now what it is you want from me or so help me Gods I will kill you with my bare hands,” Sunghoon whispered the last part. Jay showed no sign of fear at his threat, instead forcing Sunghoon’s hands off him and stepping back.

“I know all about you trying to get Y/N back into your arms. My guards have informed me about the countless attempts of her trying to leave to go meet you, and I know you’ve been trying to call her. What I want from you is to leave my wife alone and never contact her again, and I’m willing to pay you a hefty sum for it.”

Sunghoon smirked before putting his fist against his mouth and laughing into it, “Yeah, of course, you would think you could just throw money at all your problems and have them solved. Well, guess what, I have no interest in making a deal with you. I will get her back,” Sunghoon’s smile turned into a questioning look, his thick eyebrows raising in curiosity, “And if I’m such a problem for you, why not just kill me?”

“I thought about it,” Jay looked up at the sky, “but it would break her.”

Sunghoon seemed happy at his admission, “Does it piss you off? That she loves me so much?”

“It doesn’t piss me off as much as it concerns me why such a beautiful and accomplished woman decided to fall in love with a pathetic boy from the slums. Don’t you just hate it when people downgrade in their romantic choices?” Sunghoon seemed genuinely affected by the constant reminders that he was not enough for you, a hint of devastation in his eyes.

“No amount of money and threats will get me to stop, so fuck off. She may be your wife on paper but she has always belonged to me because she actually wants me, no matter how much you think she’s too good for me,” Sunghoon spat.

“I had a feeling you would react this way, but I just want to know what your end goal here is exactly. Do you plan on kidnapping her and taking her away to some farm town? Elope in a temple, have five kids and live happily ever after?” Jay asked, “I won’t kill you, but my mother does not take kindly to people not respecting her matchmaking skills, and she chose us to get married. She would have no problem killing you if you lay a hand on my wife again.”

“Fuck you.”

Jay grabbed Sunghoon by the shoulder, pushing him down until his knee hit Sunghoon’s abdomen, making him keel over and fall onto his knees, gasping for air. He bent down to Sunghoon’s level and grabbed him by the back of his neck, slamming his face down to the ground before he could even catch his breath. He pulled him back, revealing his face to be covered in dirt and slightly bleeding from his forehead.

“I’m giving you a choice, Sunghoon. Either leave my wife alone and know your place, or I will make your life an absolute hell,” Jay sneered.

“I told you already, I don’t have anything to lose,” Sunghoon choked out with an irregular breath, panting.

“You know what’s sad? That you’re right. Your life has no meaning without Y/N. Your dad is an abusive alcoholic, and your mother is barely around, so what else do you have? Nothing,” Jay began standing up, “You’re a gold-digging pretty boy who had a ticket out of this pathetic life, but I have no interest in giving it back to you. Like I said before, I won’t hurt you, but it’s not up to me if my mother goes after you.”

Sunghoon tried standing up as well until Jay kicked the back of his knee tripping him back onto the ground. Jay cocked his head towards his car and said, “That was a good talk, but I hope I don’t have to see you again. So long, Sunghoon.”

Jay brushed the dirt off his suit and smiled towards Sunghoon’s lying and bruised body. He remembered promising himself to not hurt Sunghoon for your sake, but he feared he’d do this again if Sunghoon were to ever try to get near you.

Jay knew there was no other option now, you were off limits and solely belonged to him, forever.

The dining table was decked out in expensive fruits, nuts and wines. The lights were dim, and the table was mostly lit by the tall candles spread throughout it. You felt like you could have fallen asleep at any moment.

You were sitting alone, waiting for your mother-in-law to arrive, and a few servants were walking around the massive dining room, doing some last-minute organising until their madame arrived.

She finally stepped into the room, and she glowed like an angel would. She strikingly resembled her son with her thick black hair, sharp eyebrows and alluring eyes. She was wearing a black blazer and long black dress pants. The clicking of her heels were echoing throughout the space and she looked confident.

When she came in front of you, she embraced you and said, “Why hello, sweetheart! So sorry for the delay, I was just on a call. Gods, you look incredible! No wonder my son is so enamoured by you,” she reached down to place an air kiss on your cheek. She towered over you, much like her son.

She continued, “Go ahead and sit down, we’ll get started with dinner shortly. I hope you like steak! Oh goodness, you’re not vegetarian are you? I completely forgot to ask Jay,” she placed a hand on her chest and her face was of dramatic concern.

“Oh, no. Steak is totally fine. Thank you for having me over.”

She took a seat across from you and immediately took a sip of her water. You knew she was a busy woman, being theCEO of a massive luxury brand. She clearly worked after hours, given she probably just came back from a business call, and yet just like her son, she showed no signs of flaws or exhaustion. She looked energetic and ready for the day, even though it was already late into the evening.

“You’re probably wondering why I called you today, especially with so little notice. I apologise on my part, I am so forgetful so it completely passed my mind that I was supposed to call Jay a couple of days ago,” she said with a frown, before snapping her fingers and calling over one of her servants, “Hector, go ahead and bring us the champagne.”

Hector strode out of the room, and you finally looked up into her eyes and asked, “So, Mrs. Park, why is it that you wanted to have dinner tonight? Not that I mind, I’m very grateful for the—”

“Mrs. Park?!” She shrieked and leaned backwards in a fit of giggles. Even her laughing was elegant, “There is no need to be so formal, sweetheart. Call me Aeri. Let’s be on a first-name basis, yeah? After all, we’re family now,” she took another sip of her water, “I mean, technically speaking you’re the Mrs. Park now, isn’t that right?” She raised her eyebrows mischievously.

You laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of your neck, “Yeah, I supposed so.”

“Honestly there was no specific reason why I called you over, I just wanted to get a chance to meet you before the wedding. Just have some girl talk, nothing too serious,” her smile was so wide it was almost creepy. You felt it in your gut that this kind and bubbly persona was exactly that, a persona. You could not bring yourself to let your guard down just because she seemed a little nicer than you thought she would be.

You still remembered the look on Jay’s face when he told you about the dinner, and how his eyes were filled with fear and worry. He knew his mother better than anyone, and there was a reason why he wasn’t happy going into this evening.

You really wish he was here with you right now. If only a week ago someone had told you that you would be longing to be around Jay, you would’ve laughed at them, but as much as you hated your arrangement, you had the feeling that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

Hector came back into the room with a silver platter that held a bottle of champagne, a vial of shimmery red liquid, and two glasses. He poured the champagne into the glasses and added a shot of the red liquid, making the champagne turn into a gorgeous pink colour.

He placed a glass in front of you and all you could do was stare at it, feeling a bit worried about what on earth the drink could be. You tried to be logical and remember that she was the one who arranged your marriage with Jay, so why would she try to poison you just a week afterwards? You were confident you were a pawn in a longer-term game, but you still couldn’t ease all your worries.

“You should see the look on your face, sweetheart,” Aeri was giggling again, her eyes sparkling with tears of amusement, “I’m not going to poison you with some champagne. This is just strawberry syrup made from the stuff we grow in our garden. I hope you like strawberry-infused wines, it’s very trendy lately.”

You nodded timidly and went to go smell the champagne, getting a hint of strawberry and mint. You were surprised a mature and elegant woman like her enjoyed drinking such girly drinks.

Aeri suddenly took the vile from Hector and took a swig of it, sighing in satisfaction after gulping it down, creepily smiling up at you again, “See? I’m all fine. Take a sip, I’m sure you’ll love it.”

She extended her hand, and you followed suit, clinking your glasses together, before she chanted, “Something sweet and nice for someone sweet and nice.”

You blushed at that. You nervously took a sip of the champagne and sighed in relief when you didn’t feel any painful reaction to it.

Throughout the night, your stomach began to feel warm and fuzzy, your skin began heating up and your mind kept going back to Jay. Only Jay.

“How did it go, my love?” Jay held out his hand, guiding you back to the car to take you home. You looked sombre and a bit tense, but not hurt. Thank Gods you weren’t hurt. That’s what he was most afraid of; that his mother would show you just how ruthless and violent she was.

“It went well,” you answered quickly. You weren’t looking at him and began biting your lip, but before he could comment on it, you stepped into the car and closed it behind you without giving Jay a chance to do it for you.

He sighed and went around to get inside the car, and noticed how you began staring at him now, almost as if you didn’t realise that he could see it all. He held back the urge to grin and instead just stared at you back.

When the chauffeur started driving, you snapped back to reality and continued ignoring him and looking out the window. You were back to feeling the guilt of having Jay on your mind and letting him have this effect on you.

“Tell me what happened, and don’t leave a detail out,” Jay declared, his voice steady and dominating. You looked over at him and the look of concern he had earlier was still plastered on his face, but you had to keep a distance.

“Nothing.”

“Y/N, I’m being serious. You’re not good at hiding it because I can tell something is on your mind.”

“It was just a regular dinner, for fuck’s sake. What do you want me to say? The steak was disgusting. Does it really count as steak if it’s basically just a slice of raw meat? Your mother is very weird, I mean who doesn’t ask how well they like their steak to be done before serving it? Fuck me if I get salmonella. She didn’t do anything else wrong, though. I drank a lot of champagne, so that was nice,” you rambled with your hands folded across your chest.

That explained it, Jay thought. You were acting weird because you got tipsy. He thought it was hilarious how lightweight you were if you got drunk on a few glasses of champagne. Or perhaps you were just trying to keep up with his functioning alcoholic of a mother. Either way, you were adorable when you were drunk. The warmth on your face and your hands folded across your chest made you look like a toddler throwing a tantrum, and your rambling didn’t help.

“She was nice, I guess,” You continued, but then you raised your eyebrows and put your hands on your chin, “However, she did say one weird thing. She told me to make sure to never break your heart. It was very scary the way she said it,” you giggled bubbly.

“You aren’t physically capable of doing that.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me,” you meant it as a joke and didn’t notice the sombre look flash across Jay’s face.

“Nothing else?”

“Nothing else of note.”

He finally got the confirmation that you were truly okay. His mother, however, would always be a looming threat hanging over you, especially with her terrifying overprotectiveness. He wasn’t lying when he told you that his main purpose now was to keep you protected, but he conveniently forgot to mention that the main thing he was protecting you from so desperately was his mother.

Jay turned to face the chauffeur and announced, “Take us to the gazebo, please.”

“What? It’s getting late, shouldn’t we go home?”

“You’ll like it, trust me,” Jay pecked your cheek to calm your worries. He didn’t fail to notice the way you pulled yourself closer to him after he did so.

“So…It’s literally just a gazebo,” you huffed in annoyance.

Jay could not stop smiling to himself at how adorable you were, desperately wanting to pinch your cheeks and ruffle your hair.

“It’s beautiful and intimate. I like to come here when I have to cool off some steam,” Jay pulled you onto the gazebo. It was tiny, wrapped in small lights and very old-fashioned, creaking as you walked on it. You had to admit, it was gorgeous. You were mesmerised by the atmosphere of it.

You felt Jay intertwine his fingers with yours, and they were warm and soft like he hadn’t worked a day in his life. You didn’t pull away, but you were angry at yourself for not doing so. It felt like every step you took closer to Jay was one step further from Sunghoon.

“How are you doing, my love?” He brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. He left a flaming feeling in your stomach. You loved being held by him.

“Tired.”

“I can tell. Don’t worry about it, we’ll be home soon enough. I just…,” he couldn’t manage to tell you that he felt guilty for keeping you home for the entire week. It would be an admission and then you would begin asking him questions that he couldn’t give you answers to.

“You just?”

He put his finger on your chin and tipped it upwards. Your eyes were like tunnels he could fall into forever, and he would enjoy it for every moment. He quickly changed the subject, “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

Your face became hotter than it already was. Your head was spinning from how flustered you felt, and you shook your head, “You haven’t. Your eyes are exactly like your mom’s.”

Jay chuckled and pulled you closer to him by the waist, and you could feel his slow but heavy breathing on your face, and the heat of his hands through your thin dress. You reached up to place your hands on his shoulders, and it was like you two were about to partake in a slow and intimate dance. Your lips were mere inches away.

“Is there any part of you that wants me, Y/N?” Jay broke the silence, but barely, given how soft and low his voice became.

There wasn’t just one part of you that wanted him. You were becoming afraid because as time went on, every singlecrevice of your mind and body began to seek Jay. Fuck, you wanted him and it was taking everything in you to hold back.

He placed his thumb on your bottom lip, making your body burst into flames of lust. He continued, “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I don’t care if you love Sunghoon. I just want to make you feel good the way you deserve, my love,” his lips came even closer to yours.

The moment he said Sunghoon’s name, it was as if something in you snapped. You instantly erupted in tears and you mustered up all your strength to push Jay away from you, and you stepped back. You began to yell at him, “Don’t touch me, you fucking bastard! What is wrong with you?”

Jay’s blood fell from his face and he froze in his place, “Y/N…”

“Stop, just stop it! Stop manipulating me. Do you understand how guilty I feel every time I let you touch me? Do you know what it’s like to be living in a house with another man when the love of my life is somewhere where I can’t even protect him?” Your eyes were red and your mascara began pooling on your cheeks, and you began poking his chest aggressively.

You continued, “You love to act like you care about me and fool me into trusting you but I know none of this is real. You and your family are playing mine like we’re fucking fiddles. You turned my complete life upside down, and you have not an ounce of sympathy. In a year, once you are done chewing me up, you will spit me out and leave me. While you and your mother are working on fucking over my father, you only care about getting me into your bed like I’m some whore. Fuck you, Jay. Fuck you! I fucking hate you!” Your voice became hoarse, and it was a wonder you were able to complete explaining your thoughts without losing it.

You were wrong about that last part. You were so desperately wrong it almost made Jay laugh. Jay was desperately in love with you, for much longer than you could ever imagine. He noticed you were shaking violently after the evening wind became stronger, and even though you looked like you could kill him right at that moment, he immediately took his jacket off and wrapped it around you, ignoring your squirming and protests. He sighed when he finally managed to get you warmed up.

He stood still, his unreadable eyes never leaving you, and although you were still furious, his stare never failed to make you feel nervous. You desperately wanted him to say something, to tell you that you were right. To make all this easier for you and confirm all your suspicions of him manipulating you. Or to tell you that you can trust him and that he has your best interest at heart. Anything to make you understand.

Instead, he gently held your forearm and guided you back to the car.

The drive was silent, and you ended up falling asleep with your head leaning against the window. Jay carried you to your room, and that was the last time that he let himself be close to you.

It had been three weeks since that night. You woke up the morning afterwards with a headache and full of regret. You had no idea what came over you, and the thoughts clouding your mind became more and more contradictory.

Jay had mostly been refusing to talk to you or even be in your presence for too long during those weeks. You hoped it wasn’t out of malice, although you did wonder if this was a form of him punishing you for speaking out at him, by isolating you completely. You also hoped it wasn’t out of fear of you bursting out again, although that was most likely the reason for his coldness.

Minseo talked to you a few times, but she gave no indication of how Jay was doing and flat-out refused to talk about him, indicating to you that he talked to her about what happened at the gazebo.

You felt completely ridiculous. You were the one who asked him to stop going after you, and now that he iced you out, you’re desperate for his attention again. Your heart would drop every time you two accidentally made eye contact and he wouldn’t say anything and instead walk the other way.

You hated how he came home so late now, and you had no idea what it was for. Your heart clenched at the thought of him finding another woman to fulfil his needs, even if he did tell you that wasn’t the case. You began feeling jealous of a woman that you weren’t even sure existed, and furious at yourself for caring. You were never supposed to care about Jay.

It felt like you were losing your mind, because why on earth did you feel yourself falling for him so deeply? Ever since that night at the gazebo, every one of your thoughts has been filled with him. Not Sunghoon.

You tried to make yourself believe the reason you were miserable was because you missed Sunghoon, but you were lying to yourself. The desperation stemmed from how badly you wanted to be held by Jay. You thought of the two times you almost kissed, and imagined what it would have been like to just let yourself go and let him take you.

Your stomach began to heat up and you felt your underwear dampen. It was a bit after dinner and Jay was still out, and you’d already gone out to walk Eva and Celia, leaving you to wander around the house and do as you please.

You found yourself walking down the hallway towards his bedroom, the one that was previously a guest room. You’ve never gotten a good look at it but it was perfectly clean and sterile, much like Jay. To be fair, it wasn’t his real bedroom, but he didn’t keep any personal items in here as far as you could see.

When you stepped in, you immediately laid yourself on the bed. You’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but you had no idea why you wanted to so badly. Maybe it was to be closer to him as much as you could be without directly being near him. Your head hit the pillows and you deeply inhaled, your brain short-circuiting at how much it smelled like him.

You knew Jay was aware of your attraction to him, but did he even know the end of it? When you saw his last night in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows while making tea for himself, the image of his arms was plastered in your mind. You couldn’t stop imagining his fingers wrapped around your throat as he took you from behind, his chest pressed against your back as your head was thrown back against his shoulders.

Your mind flashed with images of him all over you, making you experience pleasure you’ve never felt before. Your hands began roaming your body, one of them was gripping your breast and the other one pulled up the hem of your dress and found its way in between your legs. Your panties were soaking and you threw your head back the moment your palms came in contact with your clit through the fabric.

It was hard to stifle the moans but you managed to stay quiet as you continued to push yourself towards your orgasm. Your body was hot and glistening with sweat, and there were only two things on your mind: your fiancé and your impending orgasm.

Just as you were about to be pushed off the edge and cum onto your hands, you heard footsteps coming down the hallway and you recognised them to belong to the man that couldn’t leave your thoughts.

You jumped out of bed in a hurry, rushing towards the door in hopes of making it out before he saw you, but the door flew open with Jay standing in the way. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of you.

“What on earth are you doing in my room?”

Your arms were behind your body, not wanting him to realise what you were up to by the look of your glistening fingers. You looked around, anywhere but in his eyes and stuttered while answering him, “Uh…I was just…I guess I just…”

“Never mind. I don’t care. This house is yours, you can do whatever you want. I was just surprised,” you felt nervous again at his straight and unreadable expression, your mind going to unpleasant thoughts that he wished for you to leave him alone.

You began to miss the days when he called you his love. Your face heated up as you realised the utter gall of you to scold him to leave you alone and now be desperate for him to call you pet names again.

“Jongseong, could we—”

“I told you numerous times to call me Jay,” he didn’t sound happy now, making you flinch a bit. He was stern but thankfully when you looked into his eyes, he didn’t show signs of anger.

“Yeah, sorry. I just…I was wondering if we could go on a walk together?” He didn’t reply for a few moments, so you embarrassingly continued, “Or not. If you’re busy I understand. Maybe I’ll ask Minseo if—”

“I’ll come with you. Get a sweater, it’s a bit windy outside,” he curtly replied, making your mind flashback to the night of the gazebo where he wrapped his coat around your trembling body, and how that was the last time he ever held you.

Jay and you have been walking pretty much silently through the forest. You wanted to break the stillness but you had no idea what to say to him. I’m sorry for being a bitch and getting mad at you because I fell in love with you and it filled me with guilt.

To your surprise, he began the conversation, “It’s nice spending time with you again. I was a bit busy for the last few weeks, I apologise,” you had no idea why he was lying. Did he think of you as a fool? I mean why would he be busy until the night during the weekends if it wasn’t because he was ignoring you? You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“You can’t possibly still be mad at me,” He said with a nervous laugh, noticing your sour attitude.

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just thinking about something embarrassing I did. It was actually about…,” you gulped, “about that night at the gazebo.”

“So I take it you want to talk about it?”

“I just wanted to apologise for losing my cool, I really did feel bad about it. And I know I’m being ridiculous because I was the one that yelled at you and then I was upset when you were ignoring me when you had every right to, and I just…I wanted to explain myself,” he nodded to signal to you to keep going, “I was angry because I wanted you so much. The guilt was killing me so I took it out on you.”

“That much was obvious. But I don’t want you to apologise. You did nothing wrong. I was avoiding you because I was ashamed of pushing myself on you.”

“But you weren’t pushing yourself,” you reached to lay your hand on his and your knees weakened at the heat of his skin, “I enjoyed it when you were close to me, and I really wanted you to…,” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your thoughts.

“You wanted me to kiss you, is that it?” It was scary how in tune he was with you. You nodded in response, making him smirk.

“I understand. How are you feeling now?” His eyes were filled with the classic look of concern he liked to dawn so often in front of you, “Because trust me, we don’t have to do anything. I know you are in love with someone else, and I know my pl—,” You couldn’t hear what he continued saying as your mind went back to Sunghoon, and you were taken back by how little you cared about him now.

Fuck Sunghoon, I want you, you impulsively thought.

Gods, you were truly losing your mind. How could you think that?

You didn’t want to be thinking about Sunghoon further, and while Jay was still talking, you tiptoed up his face and placed a peck on it, hoping it would ease your mind. Instead, you pulled back as if you just slapped him in the face and your skin began heating up like crazy.

You nervously told him, “That’s how I feel now since you asked.”

You suddenly felt a hand grip the back of your neck and your mouth was once again on Jay’s, and you became breathless. It was so sudden and your knees felt like they were going to give out at how pleasurable it all was, but thankfully Jay moved his hands down to your hips, steadying you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you before he lightly pulled back and placed a kiss on your forehead, and you could feel him smirk into it.

He reached his hand out to you as he stepped further into the forest, “Let’s continue our hike, shall we?” He asked showing no signs that the kiss affected him in any way. Gods, you didn’t take him to be such a tease. You nodded and took a hold of him, letting him guide you further.

“Can I ask,” you began, “why you were out so late every night?”

“I bet you missed me like crazy,” he tilted his head mischievously, and you rolled your eyes at him, “but I wasn’t doing anything particularly noteworthy. After I finished work, I was usually nervous to come home and make you uncomfortable, so I found things to fill my time.”

Your heart began to beat faster, remembering your previous suspicions.

“I wasn’t seeing other women. Minseo told me all about your little breakdown, telling her of a mistress I didn’t even know I had. I would really appreciate it if you would have even an ounce of faith in me, even though I probably don’t deserve it. I know you think of me as a monster, and maybe I am,” he sighed, “but I just wish I could prove to you that I care about you.”

You sighed in relief, “It was hard to imagine anything else. I mean you didn’t even choose this marriage, your mother did, so I didn’t think you owed loyalty to me.”

He enjoyed the fact that you were so upset at the thought of him lying in bed with another woman. It made him feel less crazy for how he reacted every time he thought of you with another man, “I did choose you, and I owe every bit of loyalty to you because you will be my wife.”

“What do you mean you chose me?” Jay looked away from you, regretting revealing too much to you too soon. He interlocked his fingers with yours and gulped, ignoring your question.

He began to change the subject back to the issue at hand, “I would usually go meet up with my dad. It always took a while because he lives so far to the south.”

“I thought your father stayed in the residence with your mother, is he on a business trip or something?”

Jay looked embarrassed and let go of your hand, “I’m guessing you never heard of the rumours?”

You don’t recall any gossip you have heard about Jay’s father. All you knew was that he was quite mysterious. He rarely attended formal events alongside his family, so you thought he was probably just reserved and did things better in the background. You shook your head.

Jay sighed, clearly not knowing where to start off, “The man you think of as my father, my mother’s husband…well, he’s not my biological father.”

Your jaw dropped open at the revelation. Jay leaned away when you reached out to take his hand, making you reel in utter embarrassment, but his words soothed your insecure thoughts, “I don’t wish for you to pity me, Y/N. I’m honestly relieved he’s not my father. It wasn’t even until two years ago that my mother told me about it. Growing up, I always wondered why my father was so cold to me. Why it seemed that he hated me, why he would beat me whenever he was stressed,” your eyes teared up at the thought of him being hurt like that.

You knew he didn’t want you to pity him, but you were furious now, and all you wanted was to keep him in your arms and protect him from the evils of the world. You wrapped your arms around him, and he began rubbing your back, “I’m so sorry, Jay.”

Jay began laughing, much to your surprise, “Don’t worry for me, my love, I just wanted to explain to you that it was my biological father that I went to see. I’ve been trying to get to know him more ever since my mother told me.”

You suppose it made sense. Jay had absolutely no resemblance to whom you thought was his father, but you used to chalk that up to his mother’s genes being really strong. You suppose it would have made other people jump to conclusions.

“I’m surprised you’ve never heard,” Jay chuckled, “my mother’s affairs are pretty public news at this point. It didn’t take long for people to realise that I looked suspiciously more like one of her paramours from decades ago than her actual husband. He never let me live it down. He always forgave my mother because she’s his entire life, but me? I never meant anything to him because all I was was a product of my mother’s mistake.”

He wasn’t a mistake. You desperately wanted to make him believe that he was loved and none of this was his fault.

Before you could tell him that, Jay looked away from you and you noticed you two had reached the gazebo he took you to all those weeks ago. It filled you with memories, not of your outburst, but the softness of what came before it. The way he held you was still imprinted in your mind, often leaving you lying awake at night thinking of the way your body felt at his touch.

Your face began heating up again as Jay pulled you up towards the gazebo platform. You were yet again embarrassed at how obvious your reaction was to his touch.

"Can you kiss me again, Jay?" You asked with your eyes still luminous from the tears you shed for him earlier.

Who was Jay to deny his wife? He smiled and cupped your face, leaning down to fufill your wish. His mouth was hot, making you moan into it, beyond your control. You flinched when you heard the sound of thunder and the sound of heavy downpour. Jay placed his palms on your ears to stifle the noises, making you blush.

He wasn't interested in stopping though, and he continued kissing you, lapping at your tongue with his and pushing you towards the railings of the gazebo. You felt your back hit the railing and Jay picked you up to get you sitting on it, "Spread your legs for me, my love," he whispered, making you follow suit.

You felt yourself getting wet from the rain hitting your back, as well as the area between your legs. You began desperately grinding onto his pelvis and clawing at his back in fear of falling, not that he would ever let you. You felt the bulge in his pants poking you, making you dizzy at the thought of his cock inside you.

You loved the feeling of his body so close to you, you wish it was possible to go even closer. He gripped the small of your back before travelling downward to take a handful of your ass, making him groan.

"Please, baby," it was the first time you called him that, and yet it felt so natural, "Please," you begged while his mouth was busy sucking on your neck.

Jay smirked and pulled you back, placing your feet back onto the ground. He began kissing his way down onto your stomach and then crouched down to his knees, pushing your dress up by the hem and placing a kiss on your panty-covered cunt, making you jolt in shock. He began rubbing your hips as he used his teeth to pull your panties down.

"J-Jay," you didn't know if you were shaking from the cold or from the mind-numbing things Jay was doing to your body, "We should g-go...go home. Somebody could see us."

He ignored you and began lapping at your cunt, sucking on your clit and inserting a finger into your hole. You let out a choked sob, embarrassed at your sensitivity. He barely began and you already felt like you were going to be pushed over the edge. You gripped the railing behind you to help stabilise your body, but you continued to shake from the pleasure.

"F-Fuck!" Your moans became strikingly loud, making Jay smirk into your cunt. The feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit and his mouth drinking up your arousal would have made you faint if it kept going.

The wet fabric clinging to your skin, emphasizing your curves and giving Jay a glimpse of your naked body was making him want to begin humping your leg like some dog in hopes of relieving the straining of his cock. He felt satisfied when your body began spasming and you wailed at the feeling of your climax washing over you, feeling your cunt clench tightly around his fingers.

When you began to come over your bind-blowing orgasm, he noticed tears were pooling down your cheeks. He stood to face you, kissing the tears away and holding you close to his body to help you warm up.

"I wish I could take you here, on your hands and knees. It would be pretty fun, don't you think?" Jay looked at you with an amused quirk of his eyebrows, "But I'm afraid the police will be called from how loud your screams will be. Let me take you home, yeah?"

Your insides clenched again at his words, filling yourself with anticipation at how he will follow through with his words.

All you could think about was making him feel good. You gently pushed Jay’s chest, making him fall against the bed, and got on top of his lap. Your mouth was back on his and you were desperate. He wasn’t interested in having you take control though, and grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so your back was on the mattress and he pressed his thigh against your core. He smirked when you began to whine and pathetically squirm.

He reached behind your back, unclasping your bra with one hand while his other was roaming your thighs. Your breasts spilt out, making him moan into your mouth as he began playing with them. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper of pleasure and self-consciousness at your naked body being on display for him, making Jay chuckle in response, but also rub your waist to help comfort your worries.

“I know what you were doing on my bed,” Jay whispered in your ear. Your eyes flew open and you froze in embarrassment, "It was pretty obvious," he remembered the mess his bed was left in, your messy hair and the way you were hiding your hands behind your back.

You looked around in nervousness, causing Jay to grab you by the jaw and face you towards him, "Eyes on me, my love. I want you to watch me ruin your body."

It was his turn now to strip himself of his clothes, and you were mesmerized by the sharpness of his abdomen and the size of his biceps. He looked utterly breathtaking. You were so distracted by admiring his beauty that you wailed in shock when you felt Jay pushing himself inside you, and Gods he clearly had no interest in being soft or slow.

He began drilling himself inside you, barely letting you catch your breath as he took you like you were so ragdoll. You used to imagine that at least your first time with him would have been much like lovemaking, but you were sorely wrong. He reached down to pinch your nipples, chuckling at your high-pitched squeal.

It was almost terrifying how little this all seemed to affect him. Compared to your wailing and shaking, Jay was steady and showed no signs of anything but pure lust. The look in his eyes was a reflection of just how mesmerised he was by your body's reaction to him.

"Too bad you can't see how wet your little pussy is for me," he began to rub your clit with the pad of his thumb, "Your poor little pussy...I can't believe you've been torturing her by not letting her have what she needed most."

"Baby...," you whimpered. Jay was already familiar with the signs of your impending climax and began pounding into you mercilessly to help make it all the much better. You were trembling and uncontrollably crying, then he suddenly felt your cunt clench around him and your eyes roll back at the pleasure of your second orgasm that night.

Your cunt felt completely abused, but you teared up a bit more when he slipped himself out of you, missing the heat of his cock inside you.

"D-Don't go," you cried out, your voice hoarse. Jay intertwined your fingers with him, rubbing over your ring finger, annoyed at the reminder that you weren't wearing your engagement ring, his eyes darkening.

He suddenly felt a wave of fury wash over him, and he flipped you around, "Stay on your hands and knees," he walked off the bed and reached for his jacket pocket where he kept your abandoned engagement ring. He remembered he promised to never force you to wear it, but now, you have made yourself belong to him. It was not an option for you anymore.

He walked up behind you, and you felt his chest press up against your back like in the many fantasies you had about him. He pulled you upwards by your neck, and you swear you could have cum right there at the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, slightly stopping the flow of air to your brain.

He slapped the side of your hip, eliciting a yelp from you, and grabbed your hand, "Put this on, and never take it off again, do you understand me? If you take it off for even a moment I will take you on your hands and knees like an animal wherever we are. I will make sure you remember that you are mine and solely mine."

You were soaking now, mind breaking at the domination and possessiveness of his words. You let him slip the ring back onto your finger, and it felt like a final agreement. There was no argument now, your mind, your body and your life belonged to him. A part of you was a bit worried at his sudden change in demeanour, but you didn't have it in you to think rationally.

He pushed you forward and had you leaning over again in front of him, but your arms were too shaky to hold up your torso, and you fell with your face into the mattress. Your ass was on display for him, and you felt him plummet back inside you.

This time, however, your noises were muffled by the mattress. He may have been rough before, but now he was being calculating. He had one goal in mind and it was to break your mind and body, ruin it for any other man, not that he would ever let anyone near you again. He thought he might just have to kill a man if he ever found out he saw you like this.

Your hips were going to be bruised by the morning if he continued with his grip. Your engagement ring was glinting when the moonlight hit the diamond, making him even more aroused, much to his confusion.

He felt you cum around him again, your body trembling in overstimulation. He pulled up against his chest before spilling inside of you. You felt as if you were in ecstasy with the way his cum felt in your cunt.

He knew he was going to get you pregnant eventually, but there wasn't anything wrong with starting your efforts earlier, right? Your reaction to him taking you raw did not go past him, making him glad to know how much pleasure you got out of it.

He stayed inside of you for a while, laying you down on the bed and placing soft kisses on your back to help bring you down from your post-climax, "You did so well for me, my love."

"Thank you, baby," you sighed.

He began rubbing your stomach, his mind still filled with thoughts of you pregnant with his heirs, "You would look so pretty pregnant, don't you think?"

He felt you twitch around his cock, smirking as he got your answer.

"I have thought about it..." you admitted. That surprised him. He laughed at the idea of you having so much free time during your three-week solitude that you already began thinking of your future family, "I'm not on birth control, if that's what you're wondering."

He hummed, not giving away just how much it aroused him that you could have gotten pregnant just from your first time together.

Your body began relaxing, due to the mixture of his low humming and rubbing of your body. You probably could have fallen asleep right there, but Jay wasn't going to let that happen any time soon. He had other plans for you tonight.

He kissed your shoulder blade one final time before his eyes flew open at your next words. Your voice was sleepy and low, "I think I'm in love with you."

Jay reckoned he wouldn't be able to fall asleep that night.

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┄── ONLY YOU [제이크] 01

⌗MASTERLIST ⌗NEXT

PAIRING senior!jake x junior!femreader

FEATURING (en) heeseung, jay, sunghoon, ni-ki. (ae) winter. (lsrfm) chaewon

WARN curse words

SYNOPSIS You has a best friend, the best friend a girl could ask for. He’s supportive, loyal, honest, trustworthy, kind, and thoughtful. He’s also the biggest player in school. Your relationship has always been easy and affectionate, but after your month long vacation, things become a little strange. You starts to look at him in ways that go way beyond the ‘friend zone’. Add in your best friend’s rival and things become a whole lot more complicated.

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“Good.. I feel sick. Can’t believe I have to go to school today, only got back from months vacation last night and the following day I have to start a new school, this really sucks.”

Junior year was probably the worst time to start a new school too. People would already have their own friends and groups, and you was going to be left out and lonely for the next two years. You huffed and scowled out of your windshield, seeing the entrance to your new nightmare.

You looked okay, your long chocolate brown hair had been pulled into a loose bun. You had put on a tiny bit of mascara to make your brown eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. You hadn’t gone to too much effort to make yourself up today. Being your first day, you was just hoping to make it through school without embarrassing yourself.

Pulled back your shoulders and tried to look confident, not letting the nerves show on your face. “Hey!” You heard your favourite voice in the world shout.

You dropped your bag, and just as he got over to you, you jumped into his arms and wrapped your arms and legs around him, squeezing him as tight as you could. You pressed your face into his neck and breathed in his smell. Here, in his arms, breathing him in again, you felt whole. You sighed contentedly as he squeezed you tighter and spun in a small circle, laughing.

Everyone in the whole parking lot was staring with wide eyes and open mouths at you two. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too. I didn’t think you’d be here today, you only got back last night, right?” he chirped, slinging his arm casually over your shoulder and picking up your school bag.

“Yeah, I’m so tired, but Ni-ki said I had to come today because I’d already missed the first week of school,” you whined, rolling your eyes.

“You should have told me, we could have rode in together.” He tightened his arm on your shoulder, guiding you in the direction that he ran from minutes earlier.

“I didn’t get back until after one this morning so I didn’t think I could call you,” you explained. Personally, you would have much rather rode in with him today too, then you wouldn’t have had to try and drive here with shaky hands.

He stopped walking and looked you straight in the eye. “Lil baby, you can call me anytime of the day or night, you know that.” He said fiercely, looking a little hurt.

“Come on, Jake Sim!” you mocked, using his full name like he did teasing you by the nick and giving him a little shove forward. He grinned and grabbed you again, tucking you under his arm as he kissed the side of your head. You tried to ignore the stares.

He seemed to be guiding me towards a group of three boys that were sitting on the hood of an old red BMW. As you approached they looked up at me expectantly, smiles plastered on their faces. Their eyes raked over you, curiously, making you feel a little uncomfortable.

Guess, being the new girl, you was going to come under scrutiny today. You couldn’t help but hope that someone else new started today too so that the attention would be divided.

“Guys, this is my best friend, Y/n. Y/n, this is Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon.” Jake stated, pointing at the guys in turn. You looked at them carefully, noticing quickly that they were all good-looking in their own way.

They all had a confidence that told you that they were in the popular crowd at school and that they knew they were sought-after. They were all the same sort of build, height about six foot, and muscles that you could plainly see under their clothes.

“Hey,” they said, almost in unison.

“Hey,” you replied with a flirty smile. Instantly Jake stiffened next to you.

“Crap”, you’d forgotten that he got all protective of you when guys were around. You’d had a few boyfriends before and Jake had scared most of them away with his ‘you hurt her, I’ll kill you’ speech. You slung your arm around his waist and gave him a reassuring squeeze, making him smile at you.

“I can’t believe you have kept this little hottie away from us all this time. This is the Y/n? The girl who lives next-door to you? The girl that you’ve been best friends with since diapers?” Heeseung asked Jake with a smirk, doing air quotes around best friends.

Jake just nodded, looking uncomfortable about something. “Yes, and hands off. She doesn’t need players like you chasing her around,” he growled with a threatening tone to his voice.

You burst out laughing. “Jake. babe, I think I can handle things myself. You don’t need to go all protective big brother on me.” You shook your head at him and patted him on his hard chest.

“I’m not trying to be your brother,” he mumbled, frowning.

Just then a group of five very pretty girls walked up to him. They all looked the same, short skirts, low cut tops and way too much make-up. They all stood around with flirty smiles. One draped herself over Sunghoon and started making out with him. Another one walked over to Jake and gave you a sneer, making you pull your arm from around his waist quickly.

“Hey, Jake. How are you doing, baby?” she purred, running her hand up his chest seductively. He smiled at her but you could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he was clenching his jaw.

You smiled and shook your head at him, he could never tell someone what he really thought if it would hurt their feelings, he was way too soft.

“I’m fine Chaewon, how are you?” he replied, stepping backwards. The move didn’t really have the desired effect though.

“Oh I’m much better now that I’ve seen you,” she purred. “How about you take me out tonight? We had lots of fun last time we went out, didn’t we?” She raised one eyebrow suggestively, smiling a little smugly. Jake squirmed a little and shot a quick glance at you.

You rolled you eyes knowing that was your cue to leave. “I’ll see you later. I’ve gotta go get my schedule.” You smiled and picked up your school bag, heading off in the direction of the main doors of the school hoping you could find your way or a teacher to ask.

“Y/n, wait.” Jake called. You ignored his plea and just carried on walking. You hated watching him get pawed by girls.

You only got a few yards away when an arm slung lazily around your shoulder. “I’ll walk ya, sweetheart,” Heeseung suggested, giving you a wink. You flinched a little when you realised it wasn’t Jake, but you decided to go with it, yoi didn’t want to walk on you own anyway.

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks. ”

“So, why do you think Jake forgot to mention you were a little hottie?” he asked with a smile.

You shrugged. In your opinion you wasn’t exactly a ‘hottie’, you was just average. Like every girl, you had your flaws and insecurities. “It’s probably because he’s never noticed. He doesn’t look at me that way. We grew up together.”

“Right, that’s the reason,” Heeseung replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes and laughing his ass off. You looked at him strangely having no idea what was so funny about that statement.

Just then we reached the office and you went to collect your schedule. “Let’s have a look then,” Heeseung chirped, taking it out of your hand and looking it over with a smile. “Hey, we get first and fourth together. Jake has those too. ”

“First and fourth? What are they?” you asked, taking your schedule back flicking your eyes over the writing.

1st - AP English

2nd - Science

3rd - History

LUNCH

4th - Gym

5th - Frence

6th - AP English literature

That wasn’t too bad actually. “Great. Want to walk me to my locker?” you asked with a flirty smile. The more you looked at him, the more you found Heeseung cute. You was pretty sure that Jake wouldn’t like you to date one of his friends though. You averted your eyes and saw that everyone was staring at you again. “Do I have something on my face?” you whispered nervously, frowning.

He turned towards you, looking a little confused. “No, why?”

Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind and pulled you backwards into a hard chest, trapping your arms down by your sides, making you squeak a little.

“Hey, why did you leave? I would have walked you to get your schedule,” Jake growled in your ear. You breathed a sigh of relief and elbowed him in the stomach lightly.

“Jake, you jerk. You scared me,” you scolded as you spun and pushed him playfully. He just laughed and grabbed your hand with a happy smile.

“I thought you were too busy with your new skank,” you continued, trying to give him a stern look but failing miserably. You never could get mad at him.

He just laughed and pulled me into a hug. “Ooh, is someone jealous?” he teased, laughing.

“Oh yeah I’m so jealous.” you replied sarcastically. “I wish I could drape myself all over you, get used for s** a couple of times then dropped like yesterdays paper.” You rolled your eyes as you pushed him off of you and started to walk down the hallway towards where you assumed the lockers were.

“Well you could have just asked. I would have given you a go,” he said cockily, catching up with you and wrapping his arm back around your shoulder.

“Given me a go? Wow, the cocky player is so overconfident. Let’s have a little fun, I know everyone’s staring at me already, so why not give them a show?”

You stopped and pushed him against the lockers roughly, stepping right up to him, pressing your whole body against him, the faces inches apart. You put your hands on his thighs and dragged them up slowly, teasingly, across his hips, up his stomach to his chest.

“Oh please, Jake, won’t you give me a go right now? I want you so badly, please?” you begged in a breathy voice in his ear.

He made a little moan deep in his throat as his hands landed on your hips, his fingers digging in as he clutched you closer to him. “Y/n..” Every inch of your body was pressed against him, so you could feel the stirring that was beginning to happen in his jeans. The movement actually made you catch your breath before you remembered that you was supposed to be messing with him.

You laughed nervously, a little uncomfortable because of his body’s reaction. You stepped away quickly and noticed that everyone was staring and whispering. Jake was still standing there, looking a little dazed. You felt the smile creep onto your face. Not so overconfident now, huh?

“Don’t mess with me, Jake. You never win and you know it.” You joked, winking at him as you grabbed his hand, pulling him along again. “My locker’s two eleven. You know where that is?” you asked, looking around for it. He didn’t answer. “Hello, Jake? Two eleven, do you know where that is?” you repeated, waving your hand in front of his face.

He blushed slightly and then gave me his usual grin, pulling you around the corner. “Yeah, come on.”

You sat with Heeseung and Jake in English which was great because they kept a lot of the unwanted attention away from you, but you wasn’t with them again until after lunch. Jake gave you a sympathetic smile. He knew you didn’t like making new friends and that this was going to be hard for you.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to your science class.” He grabbed your hand and helped you up off of your chair. You walked to your class hand in hand, you didn’t speak. Your friendship was easy, honest and very affectionate.

When you got to the door of your class he took your face in both of his hands and stepped forward until you two foreheads were touching. “Be confident, you’ll be fine. I’ll meet you at lunch,” he whispered, kissing your forehead before walking away. You turned back to the class to see everyone staring at you again, even the teacher.

You walked to the only seat that was empty in the back row. As you passed a cute boy with reddish brown hair, he slapped your ass. You gritted your teeth and ignored it, sitting in your seat and laying your head down on your arms on the desk. You could feel all eyes on you so you just sat there not moving.

“Hi,” chirped a girl beside you. You lifted your head to look at her. She was pretty in a ‘not in your face’ kind of way, she had short black hair with some blue streaks which she had spiked out stylishly and big brown eyes. She was smiling a friendly smile.

“Hi,” you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“Are you dating Jake?” she asked, her eyes wide, showing admiration. It was pretty obvious by her expression that she liked Jake.

You shook your head in response. Dating Jake, seriously? “No. He’s my best friend. I’ve known him forever.” You smiled. People always thought that Jake and you were together, your parents even thought you two would get married one day and used to tease about it.

“Oh, that’s a shame because he is so freaking hot.” She stated, fanning her face and sighing dreamily. You couldn’t help but laugh. Jake wasn’t just hot, he looked like a God he was so beautiful. Honestly, no girl could resist his charm.

“Do you have anything to share with the class?” The teacher asked sarcastically. The girl flushed and school her head, ending the conversation.

When the bell rang at the end of class she waited for me. “I’m Winter by the way,” she chirped, smiling warmly as you picked up your bag. “So, where are you next?” she asked as you walked out of the classroom. You pulled out your schedule, looking at it. “I have history next.”

“No sh*t, me too!” she cried, linking her arm though yours. As you two walked up the hallway, everyone was looking at you again. A few of the guys whistled or made some suggestive remarks but you just ignored them.

“I can’t believe this is your first day and you have the whole of the football team after you already. I heard them all talking about you in my first period Calculus class. They’re all placing bets on who will sleep with you first,” Winter stated, shaking her head in a disapproving manner.

Gasped. “You’re kidding me.” She chuckled. “Nope, not kidding. You’re fresh meat, and you’re hot. The cheerleaders will probably approach you at lunchtime to join the squad. You’ll easily make the ‘it’ crowd,” she replied, turning up her nose distastefully.

“I don’t want to be a cheerleader.” You shook your head at the thought. You groaned. You didn’t want guys hitting on you all freaking day.

“Great, then we can be friends.” She grinned and tightened her arm on yours, leading you through the complicated hallways.

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archduke-enver-gortash · 2 months

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#i’m just whining at this point ignore me #man. don’t you love needing surgery right at the start of your break so now you couldn’t do anything besides lying down terribly in pain an #exhausted???#and it’s healing and all but you still can’t walk without feeling like someone is hammering a nail into the wound #ahah ha. ha.#of course i still worry about it getting worse somehow.#and it’s affecting the blorbo time as well and i hate it so much #constant worry about larian making changes to the game that would force me to scrap everything and just.#idk that worry about a sense of belonging i guess. but it’s fine it’s whatever i won’t have as much time #for creative shit anymore because i should have started studying days ago 👍#which is so hard to do when you’re in pain and during the rare moments you’re not you’re exhausted from it but whatever it’ll be fine i’m #idk idk

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me… sad boy

#I was going to whine a lot but why lot word when few word do trick?#I have been… soooooo anxious and depressed and I feel like I’m going to die soon & the world is ending the world is empty & I’m alone in it #I feel so sick #I need to get out and do something. I always need to get out and I never do and I’m dumb #so maybe I’ll just get messed up and stay in my room #I can’t sleep. I wake up tired and hurting. I can’t do anything.#woe is fucking me amirite?#also I just finished Black Sails and I cried a lot. why did I think getting emotionally attached to a show and finishing it was smart?#that’s not important. I mean it is but not really. what’s important is I constantly feel like the end is always looming over me #I miss my therapist but I’m scared to ever see him again.#same reason I’m scared to be around anyone outside of my immediate family: I’m a failure & I can’t bear to see that reflected in their eyes #so he joins a long list of people I can’t talk to anyone along with my dad and countless old friends #hey wait why did I segue to this?#boo hoo #analytically. logically. I can look past this and see how irrational these thoughts are #but goddamn if there’s not something chemical that just makes me feel sick and scared and I’m having a doozy of a time living with it #because Ian you need to work on long term goals. not just quick fixes like I dunno fucking eating pizza or playing video games #sorry. just wanted to vent. it’s been building up in me for days and I needed a quick whine #I shaved. I’m gonna get a haircut maybe tomorrow. if only to stave off my unhealthy feelings of ‘just shave your head at 3am’#my mom is finally reaching the point where she doesn’t need me to chauffeur her around all the time #and my brothers are finishing their semesters at school and also both have licenses now #so I think I can stop using those as excuses and try to… I dunno. live for myself now. that sounds cheesy.#gonna go get a low paying job doing something mindless so I can have extra cash for being alive #god I need a hug so bad #that’s not even… like… not even a lighthearted joke. I think if someone sincerely held me for a few minutes it would fix me. a little bit.#this is too much information #sorry I love you goodbye forever #but hey… really… I love ya… I mean maybe. not really. kind of. I appreciate ya and I’m here for ya… in spirit. like a ghost. a cool ghost.#you can ignore this #text

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You used to think that satoru would be detached and annoying in a relationship.

Well, he is annoying, at least you got that much right. A pest, at that.

“Babyyyy…” his whine is long. You really don’t know what’s with him today, he’s so… absurd. He’s always preposterous but today? It’s bad. And it doesn’t help that you had little to no sleep the night before either. “Come onnnnn”

You chuckle softly, unclasping his hands from around you so you can move. He really couldn’t bring this up any other time, it had to be while you’re cooking.

Well, to be fair to him, he’s been bringing it up all last wek.

“Are you crazy? ‘Toru, we barely just got engaged and–”

“And I don't care,” he rolls his eyes with another huf, lips set in a pout. You think that if he kept that face he’d get wrinkles. And you’re not exactly opposed to the idea; Satoru growing older doesn’t sound too bad at all. “Did you see them? They were so cute!”

“Babe… that was a brand’s advertisement… not a baby advertisement..” you cock your head as you speak; thinking that hopefully, he’s not serious. There’s truly no telling when it comes to your snow-haired lover. “They weren’t trying to convince us to get a baby.”

Cerulean eyes look away, finding reason in your words… much to his dismay.

“But that doesn’t make it any less convincing–!” At this point, you’ve given up on getting any sense in him.

You don’t respond, simply turning back to the counter, chopping vegetables for dinner. Your wrist moves at professional speed, always stopping right before it slices your finger too.

But in a sudden movement, your wrist slips and you nearly hurt yourself with the sharp knife at the feeling of arms caging your frame. “Satoru–!” your brows knit in the space between, trying to ignore the feeling of giddiness clouding you when his fingers ghost over your stomach.

“I want a baby,” he hums again, pressing his face in the crook of your neck. Your heart throbs, feeling the moist warmth of his breathing. He doesn’t kiss you yet, deliberately agitating you, leaving you hanging on the thread of anticipation of contact that never happens.

“We have to think it through,” you mumble coherently, wiping your hand off on the apron. “We’re not even married yet.”

“You know that’s not a problem for me,” Satoru argues, bringing you closer to him, deeper into his warmth. He will be the end of you. “We have time, it’s not like you’d get pregnant on the spot..”

“But..” You sigh. You want it, you really do. But you’re not certain it’s an appropriate idea… It’s a good thing Satoru is the one insisting, a telltale sign of his desire to build a family with you. To grow together, that’s what he always says. “Are you sure?”

“Have some faith in me,” it’s a plead, interrupted by a comforting kiss under your ear. “I know we can do it. We can only be so ready.”

Your teeth chew on the inside of your cheek, thinking your options through.

“Okay,” you breathe, barely audible.

“What??” He gasps like a little girl, face glowing with glee. “Are you serious? Please say you are. You’re not messing around with me, are you?”

“No, I’m n–WOAAH!”

He hoists you over his shoulder, landing a soft slap against your ass. “Finally I can put a baby in you.”

“Satoru!” You half-gasp, chuckling at his words. “I can walk”

“Ohhh yeah… that’ not lasting for long baby.”

#✧˚₊‧𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x reader fluff #satoru gojo #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO SATORU x FEM READER

Gojo “my girl is mad at me I hope I die” Satoru

wc — 600

tags — fluff, companion piece to modern intimacy so you’re also married in this one, love as annoyance

Gojo looks like he tried to drown himself in the shower.

If you hadn’t just mopped the floor, you might be tempted to give in and beckon him over to cuddle. As it is, your annoyance is only mildly tempered by how adorable he is. You suspect this was his plan all along.

“Go dry your hair,” you tell him coldly, hardly even giving him a glance after his first step into the room.

He pouts, which you were expecting. He should really learn some new tricks at this point. You make a shooing gesture at him to drive home the point.

Instead, he clambers down next to your feet, all six feet and two inches of him compressed down to fit his head into your lap. Gojo’s so lanky it gives you the impression of a Jenga tower collapsing in on itself to watch him get on his knees.

“But you’re mad at me,” he whines. Chilly droplets are seeping into your thighs.

“I’ll be madder if you keep getting my pants wet. Go on, you’ll catch a cold.”

“I deserve it.”

“Gojo.”

You say it as if you’re short of patience, when really, you’re far from it. You’re enjoying this way too much.

He turns his head so he can look up at you. His hair falls into his eyes, making him look like a sad, wet puppy, shivering at your feet for mercy. It’s an act, of course.

He’s the strongest man in the world. Still, you feel your heart melting as you would for any poor abandoned creature. You brush his bangs out of his face, trying to hold onto your weakening resolve.

He knows he’s got you. It’s just a matter of time.

“I can’t live with myself,” he says. “If you’re going to be mad at me, you should just kill me. It would be easier-“

“Don’t be dramatic,” you say, but that’s when he strikes the killing blow.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just looks at you with eyes that are suspiciously shiny, his pretty pink lips in a soft frown. You sigh and put the book you were trying to read down.

“Go get the hairdryer.”

Gojo perks up immediately. You stay on the sofa. He sits on the ground between your legs as you run your hands through his hair, moving section by section. It fluffs up as hot air moves over it.

“Are you still mad?”

“Want to take a guess?”

He turns around so fast he almost hits himself in the face with the hairdryer in your hand.

“I’ll never do it again, I swear.”

“You swear?” You’re teasing.

Gojo places one hand over his heart and raises the other like he’s making a pledge. You’re the only nation he’d ever devote himself to, anyway. “You know my motto is happy wife, happy life.”

“I don’t know, actually.” You laugh. “Did you just come up with that?”

“Now you’re just being mean,” he says.

“I’m glad you picked up on it,” you say dryly.

You like him pathetic. It appeals to your worst nature, the one that kind of wants to pinch him just to see him cry. You don’t know when you developed such feelings, and you’re certainly not sadistic towards anyone else, but Gojo just provokes you. It’s what he does. He’s good at being annoying.

But you love that part of him, just as much as you love the part of him that can’t live without your attention.

“You really learned your lesson?” You ask. “You won’t do it again?”

“And go through this again? You kidding?”

You pinch his cheek in annoyance, but he just laughs and wraps his arms around you, ignoring the way you try to wriggle away.

“Your hair isn’t dry yet!”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, rubbing his cheek against yours. His shampoo smells good. “Happy husband, happy wife.”

He knows you too well for you to disagree.

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #gojou fluff #jjk fluff

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jaylaxies · 10 months

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RULE NUMBER 1: DON'T FALL IN LOVE

PAIRING: jake × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fake dating, fluff, slight angst, unprotected sex, drunk sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, penetration, usage of nicknames, themes of jealousy, mentions of sunghoon, heeseung, jay and mark, mentions of karina and yunjin, Imk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT: 16.2k words

SYNOPSIS: your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my loves <3 anonnie requested for me to make a jake version of my jeno fic and the poll voted in support so here we are! (both fics are mine) i hope you guys enjoy it! all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

Drink and forget.

That was your plan for the night, and what’s a better way to achieve it than attending a party with your friends?

“Woah! Girl, slow down,” Yunjin scolded you, taking the shot glass out of your hand, “it’s been half an hour, Y/n. If you take another shot then you’re going back to the dorm.”

You groaned, “you know why I’m doing this Yun. I should’ve listened to you and Rina.”

Heeseung almost whined, “what’s the point anymore? You didn’t listen to them and still fell for him instead of me which resulted in him breaking your heart.”

That earned him a smack on his head by Ningning, who now turned to you with a smile to lighten up your mood, “it’s been two weeks already, babe! Let’s forget about him and dance—” she said, her last word trailed off as she stared at the party entrance, the same time the music got loud.

“I can’t believe he left so easily,” you whispered to yourself, gulping down your sentiments before paying attention to where your friends were staring, turning around to look at the entrance gate.

There he was, the reason why you had been cooped up in your room, crying your heart out. The reason why you were drinking to numb your feelings, yet it all went downhill the second your eyes fell on him.

Park Sunghoon.

His walk was confident, his sculpted face looked more charming than ever as he sported his ever so appealing smirk looking indifferent to what had happened between you both.

Topping it all, he had a girl clinging on to his arm, giggling as she pulled his arm to be pressed between her tits. She was clad in a mini dress which barely hid her ass and your friends couldn’t help but glance back at you with a nervous expression on their faces.

Your face, however, remained stoic as you exhibited no sign of emotions despite feeling the anger burning up inside you, your fist clenching as you saw them walk towards your group.

You couldn’t believe how Sunghoon was the same guy who used to give you shy smiles whenever your groups used to sit together as he was a close friend of Mark and Heeseung.

Your friends had warned you, they did, but you were so blinded by his innocent face and pure smile which held secret promises of sincerity and a hope of something more. You took your time to notice that he cared for you, even waiting outside your classes with a bouquet at times.

He had you swooning, ignoring the warnings and signs you should have seen coming. His sweet talk lured you right into his trap, and you found yourself saying yes to him in a heartbeat, marking the onset of your honeymoon phase. It was dreamy, to the point even your friends were convinced he had changed his ways and finally decided to settle down.

Yet, deep inside you could feel your gut telling you that it won’t last, and he proved it just right when he forgot your one month anniversary, when he forgot the flavour of your favourite ice cream, when he didn’t bother calling you or taking you out on dates.

When he admitted that he was bored and wanted out.

It lasted for two months before he decided to break up, leaving you standing by yourself in your dorm, tears cascading down your face before your roommates heard a broken cry leave your mouth. Yunjin and Karina never left your side after that.

Others tried to talk some sense into Sunghoon but it was as useful as a chocolate teapot.

The hope of him regretting his decision went downhill when you saw him with this new girl, barely two weeks after your break up, the corner of his lips turned up into his usual smirk as he stood in front of you all, getting no smile or greetings yet he wasn’t one to mind.

It was a rare sight to see his best friend frowning, nonetheless a frown of disappointment settled on Jake’s lips.

Despite the loud music and the array of sweaty bodies dancing all over the room, you could feel the deafening silence in the circle of your group until a small whine came out of Sunghoon’s new girl toy, who pouted and whispered something in his ear, giving you the opportunity to look at Yunjin, who looked equally disgusted at the exchange.

The girl must have asked him to introduce her because he nodded with his usual smile, turning around to face everyone as he spoke up, “hey guys! Meet my new girlfriend.” He motioned at her to speak up.

Her fake giggle made you want to throw up, and you noticed how you weren’t the only one who felt this way as Heeseung excused himself from the conversation, rolling his eyes, which made you smile.

That didn’t stop her, “hi guys!” She exclaimed, dragging out the hi, “I’m Linda.”

A series of snorts and coughed up laughs emerged as she proceeded to introduce herself, which included you who tried your best not to laugh at her oblivious state, completely disregarding the fact that she was not welcomed here.

No matter how heartbroken you were, feeling like a fool as Sunghoon’s eyes took your outfit in wasn’t something you’d allow to happen. You didn’t bother excusing yourself as you left the circle, Yunjin following you in a beat as you just missed the whine Linda let out at your disrespectful actions.

“The fucking audacity?” Yunjin was furious, your inner turmoil matching her expression, “I can’t believe he’s got the nerve to bring that bimbo here.”

You wasted no time in gulping down your fourth shot, no one bothered to stop you this time, knowing well you needed it as you tried to keep your tears at bay, it was too late to say you regretted saying yes to the player.

Your body felt hot as your mind clouded into a hazier state, the confidence overpowered your painful state, your legs taking you to your friends who knew you were drunk beyond your capacity as you danced with them, rolling your body and letting yourself free.

Yet the one thing that never left your mind was revenge.

You wanted revenge.

The booming voice of your alarm clock was successful in contributing to your raging headache as you opened your eyes with a deep groan, feeling disoriented and your hangover building up.

“Fuck—” you muttered, shutting up your alarm.

You were surprised to notice the medicines and a bottle of water that was kept on your nightstand, and you didn’t waste a second before gulping it down to help your headache as well as your parched throat.

Being grateful that it was a Sunday, you slumped back down, trying to recall the night but the only memory that stayed in your head was the one of Linda squishing Sunghoon’s arm on her boobs. Your jaw clenched at how easily he moved on.

Just then, Karina entered the room with a small smile. She was the only one who looked normal as she wasn’t present at the party yesterday.

“Oh! I was just coming to wake you up. We’re all going out for brunch since no one is in their right mind to cook,” she informed you with an amused look, noticing how you were still wearing your dress from last night.

A shower was exactly what you needed at the given point as you tried your best to get ready in fifteen minutes, your mind filled with ideas to take revenge, no matter how childish it sounded. But how? Well, searching the net didn’t help much. You weren’t going to post a bad picture of him in the name of revenge.

It also wouldn’t work because it was impossible for him to have a bad picture, much to your dismay.

You sighed, linking your arms with Yunjin and Karina as you got out of the car which the latter drove as you walked inside your usual diner to see everyone sitting together after aligning the tables.

Heeseung pulled you to sit with him, he barely had his eyes open as Mark went on telling everyone how Heeseung got pissed drunk last night and made out with his knee while crying.

The scene was easy to imagine which made you all burst into laughter at the poor boy who could only whine, “your knee tastes like mustard!”

The laughter died down when you felt a repeat of yesterday happening yet again. It was a friends only brunch, but apparently, Sunghoon’s Linda didn’t get the memo.

You could see his best friend trailing behind him yet again and you wondered how Jake handled Sunghoon despite his actions, which now made everyone uncomfortable to some extent.

“Should I punch that asshole?” Heeseung asked, whispering in your ear and you sighed for the tenth time today, shaking your head as you completely ignored the two people and focused on eating and chatting with the ones who made you feel better, however, you could feel Sunghoon’s eyes staring at you.

You just wanted to go back, already tired of the couple who couldn’t keep their public display of affection at bay. Now you were sure it wasn’t just the hangover that made you wanna puke.

“I think I just lost my appetite,” you commented, causing the guy in front of you to snigger.

You looked up for the first time to see Jake sitting opposite to you, sending you a smile once he saw you looking his way, which you returned easily.

He usually kept to himself and he wasn’t the talkative one in the group. You had only talked to him while greeting him whenever your groups met, and once when Sunghoon got drunk beyond control at a party and so you had to call Jake to pick him up. Your interactions were limited to him because of one person.

Your smile dropped the second you heard that annoying giggle again, Jake only looked your way with a small frown after as you averted your gaze back to your lap, gulping down your anger.

The sound of a message notification from your phone grabbed your attention, and you opened it to find your group chat being active.

Uni haters 🤬👊🏼 (minus Sunghoon) mOrk: uhh yo guys this is awkward 😬 heedungie: can’t believe i lost my title of annoying king to sunghoon’s gf??? 🤬 ningx2: she’s not even a guy yunjinnie: but she’s annoying ningx2: can’t argue w that 🤪 rinaa: let’s just eat and leave as soon as we can, the air is suffocating me 🤕 you: too late i can’t eat anymore 🤡 jay: im leaving i can’t w this bullshit, she didn’t even wear her wig properly mOrk: holy shit? she’s got a wig on?!?! 😨 You laughed as you noticed Jay calling the waiter for the bill, which you all split as soon as you could and made your way out of the suffocating place, leaving the two in there as Jake too, decided to leave early.

The drive back home was barely five minutes long, which soothed your nerves as you sang along to old songs Yunjin played on the speakers.

They could notice how you looked exhausted, but it was more than that, they knew you had something in your mind and it was related to none other than your ex.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Yunjin asked once you entered your shared dorm room.

“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine!” You tried laughing but it came out fake, causing Karina to raise her brows.

“Spill. Right now,” she ordered, making you sit in between them as you clicked your tongue in annoyance, which wasn’t directed to them.

“Fine. I want revenge,” you confessed, “he looks so happy and unbothered as if nothing happened? How can he say hi to me as if it’s the most casual thing in this world after he broke up with me saying he got bored? Ugh I hate his guts!” You ranted.

“So, do you have any plans for that?” Yunjin asked.

“Not really,” you muttered, “safari really recommended me to flirt with other guys in front of him,” you laughed, picking at the pillow cover of your couch.

Yunjin refrained herself from snorting, “would he be jealous of a random guy though?”

Karina laughed along, “yeah it’s not like you can date his best friend to make him jealous?”

Your eyes widened, your head turning slowly as your lips curled into a devilish grin, immediately causing your friends to exchange nervous glances and speak up.

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re considering this,” Karina blinked, incredulous.

“Listen—” you started, only to be cut off midway.

“No way,” a breathy laugh left Yunjin as she tried to contain her words and make you understand without any cussing.

“It’s not a bad idea, okay?” You tried to convince her.

“So what? Are you gonna seduce Jake?” She asked.

You laughed which sounded more like a pfft, “of course not, silly! We’ll fake date each other!” You said, face shining as if you had presented the greatest idea known to mankind.

“Be so for real right now,” Karina deadpanned.

“Lord, Y/n think straight. This is real life, you’re not in a cheesy rom-com movie or a book,” Yunjin provided her input.

“I know! But I just have to make him jealous for what? A month before he gets bored of that Linda girlie, and maybe Jake would agree to it too!” You nodded at the possibilities.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Yunjin rubbed her eyes, “me either,” Karina said as they both looked at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

Your smile only got wider, “this is the best way to make it work!” You announced before looking at Karina sheepishly, “please send me Jake’s number Rina,” you said in a sweet voice, knowing she was the social butterfly of the university before you waved a goodbye at them, walking into your room, formulating a plan alongside.

“This is gonna be a disaster, right?” Karina asked Yunjin, sighing.

“Oh definitely, it’ll be a show.”

You walked in your room, contemplating if it would be alright to discuss this on text or if you should meet up with him, the latter option was more plausible yet scary because what if Jake laughed at you? What if he didn’t agree to work with you for the sake of his friendship.

With such a stupefied idea, the possibilities were endless. Besides, you weren’t gonna ask for a lot, just a little hand holding, maybe hugging but nothing beyond that. You have to play pretend and smile a lot around each other. That would sell your drama and that would make Sunghoon jealous and realize that he lost a gem.

You waited and thought about it for a few days before finally giving in.

You took a deep breath, giving yourself a last nod of encouragement before you picked up your phone, saving the number Karina had forwarded you and clicking on his profile before sending a text.

To: Jake🐾 You: heyy jake! 🥰 it’s Y/n, can we meet up? You wondered if that emoji was too much, but you did not get enough time to ponder upon it as Jake texted you back in a minute. Jake🐾: Hey, Y/n :) sure, is everything okay? You: yess! i just need to talk to you about something :3 Jake🐾: How about Starbucks at 5? You: perfect, i’ll be there ^^ Jake🐾: See you <3

Your mouth widened at the heart at the end of the text, before you brushed it off, thinking that he sent it by mistake, or to seem kind. You kept your phone on the nightstand, standing in front of your closet to select an outfit for your meeting.

The plan was made, you just had to discuss it with Jake but you had never talked to him before, maybe that is why your heartbeat rose up. He was a good looking guy, there’s no denying that and you’ve heard that he was one of the smart ones too.

You bit your lip as you straightened out your top, rethinking your life decisions. There was no backing out now. You looked in the mirror again, satisfied with your outfit and makeup. You knew you looked stunning as you grabbed your phone and bag before driving Karina’s car to your desired destination.

The place was almost empty except for a few people who sat and worked on their laptops. It was easy to spot Jake, his dark hair shone under the dim lights of the cafe, he pushed his specs up for it to rest on his perfectly pointy nose, his lips parted ever so slightly as he focused on reading a book which you had never heard the name of.

His aura looked calming, which boosted your confidence as you made your way towards the table he was sitting at. It was near the window, at the end of the cafe, which gave you enough privacy. Somehow the seating choice felt very Jake to you.

Clearing your throat, you mustered up your courage, smiling slightly. “Hey, Jake!” You spoke, looking him in the eye.

That was enough to capture his attention, he looked up at you with a smile that reached his eyes.

He looked adorable.

“Y/n! Hey, come sit please,” he said, gesturing at the seat on the opposite side of him.

His eyes were soft as they looked at you sitting down, noticing a strand of hair which you tucked behind your ear, finally looking up at him, trying to find the right words to start the conversation.

“Isn’t it weird how we’ve never talked before?” You chuckled, causing him to nod with a small laugh.

“That’s true. How can I help you today?” He asked, keeping the book aside, carefully placing a bookmark before doing so.

You kept your confident smile on, “I needed your help with this hypothesis I have,” you nodded as you explained it to him, and he was sure that the meet up was for academic purposes now, “so I need to take a little survey. Can you answer some questions for me?” You asked.

He nodded as you took out a notepad and pen from the bag you were carrying.

“Sure, I’d be glad to help,” he smiled, eyes turning into soft crescents, which you stopped to stare for a second too long before realizing that he was waiting for your questions.

You snapped out of your daze as you started scribbling on your notepad, “your full name?”

“Don’t you know it?” He asked, confused.

“Shh just answer, it’s the official protocol.” You huffed.

“Sim Jaeyun.”

“Gender?”

“Seriously—”

“Just say it!”

“Okay, fine. Male.”

“What’s your age?”

“I’m 20.”

“Introvert, extrovert or ambivert?”

“Introverted.”

“Marital status?”

“What?”

“Single? Okay. So on a scale of one to ten, how willing are you to help me get back at your best friend by being my fake boyfriend?” You asked, your smile never faltering.

Jake blinked once. Then twice. “You lost me on that one,” he spoke up.

His eyes displayed a mixture of shock and amusement, and maybe it was your figment of imagination that you saw him snigger but you weren’t the one to give up.

Your lips jutted out in a pout, eyes shiny as you looked up at him, “c’mon! You won't let a girl beg for a little help, right? Especially when she was hurt so very deeply by the said ex, right?”

Jake looked at you, your pout only deepening in the hopes of him accepting your idea. He only leaned on his arm, coming closer with an enthralled smile.

“So what you’re suggesting here is that I fake date you to get back at my best friend for hurting you?” He confirmed and you nodded enthusiastically, “how’s it going to work?”

“Easy! Sunghoon isn’t the one who gets affected by a lot of things but if I date his best friend, that’s you, then he would get jealous and would regret breaking up with me,” you explained, “then I won’t take him back,” you announced, a triumphant smile on your face.

Jake nodded, as if contemplating whether the offer was worth it, “what do I get out of it?” He asks.

“A fake and pretty girlfriend of course,” you smiled, “and a chance to teach your best friend some manners,” you shrugged as if it was a win-win situation.

Jake’s expression didn’t give out what he was thinking and you were patiently looking at him for some sort of answer, hopefully a positive one.

“Do I have time to think?” He asks.

“I would give you some but then I’m an anxious being,” you stated which elicited a laugh out of him as he never expected that coming out of you.

But he had seen it all, the way Sunghoon behaved with you. He forgot all important dates, gave priority to his parties and the friend group which was potentially harmful for him, not to mention that his reason for breaking up was worse than the worst excuse, saying he got bored, only to find a girl two weeks later. Jake truly hated Linda as she accidentally broke his favourite vase while she made out with Sunghoon in their shared apartment.

“Fine. How are we going to go about this?” Jake sighed, giving in finally as he saw your face practically lighting up with excitement.

“Wait! Does this mean you’re in?” You asked just to be sure.

“I don’t think I have any other option,” he teases but you don’t mind, you were simply enjoying the feeling of victory already, “so, now what?” He asks, finally realizing what he had gotten himself into.

Fake dating.

“Now, we’re going to set some ground rules, which of course, we’ll write down and sign as a contract,” you say, getting a page out of your notepad.

“Like that one movie by Jenny Han?” He raised his brows.

You stopped to think for a second, “yeah but it’s not like we’ll fall in love or something,” you shrugged with a laugh and he nodded.

Y/n and Jake’s rules of fake dating! <3

Don’t fall in love

Hand holding is okay

Drive to the uni together

Nicknames are a must!

Kissing is not allowed!!

Don’t tell anyone except for Yunjin and Karina

Break up once the goal is reached.

Goal: make Sunghoon regret breaking up!! (Additional: get rid of Linda)

Signatures

You passed the sheet to Jake, “anything you’d like to change?” You asked as he read it all, and you noticed his brows slightly scrunching as he did so, exactly how they were scrunched when he was reading his book earlier.

“I’m assuming you told your friends already,” he pointed out rule number six, to which you nodded sheepishly.

“No kissing?” He asked, “you know no one’s gonna buy it if we don’t kiss, right? But of course, if you’re not comfortable then it’s fine.”

You bit your lower lip, wondering if you should consider it since he was right. Kissing is the easiest way to show affection, “I think you’re right, we’ll do it only when it’s required,” you said, and he nodded.

You wondered how he was so calm with all of this, and you liked that he was asking questions about it all.

“What’s with the nicknames?” He read rule number four.

“Sunghoon is big on nicknames, I bet he calls you some too. He used to call me princess,” you sighed, remembering how it used to be. It hurt but the current hatred overtook that feeling.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened at his deep, accented tone, but he only smiled, “just practising,” he said and you nodded, gulping down.

“Okay, so is the list done?” You inquired.

“Yeah, I just have to add one thing,” he said, scribbling down another rule while you asked him random questions.

“Have you ever dated before?”

He shook his head, “you’re my first,” he winked, and you wondered how he was so good at flirting.

“So—” you were going to ask another question but it seems like he knew what it was.

“I know I’m silent but it doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced,” he stated, and you were amused as it was the first time he saw him being this way, “besides, this deal of ours would benefit me by driving the girls away.”

“Right,” you snickered, looking at what he had written, “why PDA?” you asked.

“Because that’s the key to irritate Hoon, especially with Linda around who sees no other seat but Hoon’s lap,” he explained as your face scrunched at the image.

“You really are smart,” you muttered, signing the contract before handing it to him, who was quick to sign it too before you extended your hand.

His big hand encased yours in a handshake and you couldn’t help, but notice how his fingers were slender, veins visible on his hands as his grip was firm on your hand.

You had sealed the deal.

Y/n and Jake’s rules of fake dating! <3

Don’t fall in love

Hand holding is okay

Drive to the uni together

Nicknames are a must!

Kissing is not allowed!!

Don’t tell anyone except for Yunjin and Karina

Break up once the goal is reached.

PDA whenever the target is around!

Goal: make Sunghoon regret breaking up!! (Additional: get rid of Linda)

Y/n Jake

Signatures

“Listen, I know plans don’t work at times, there’s no reason to be sad over it—wait why are you smiling? There’s no way—” Yunjin asked as soon as you entered your dorm after your meeting with Jake.

“He agreed,” you squealed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Jake? The scholar guy who’s silent for the majority of the time, the guy who’s never had a girlfriend before, he agreed to fake date you?” Karina’s mouth was hung open and you only nodded excitedly.

They both looked at each other before nodding, “now, you need a day out. We’re talking waxing, getting your hair done, and preferably your nails too since you’ve had that colour for too long and new clothes—” they made a list as they successfully dragged you out for all of it the next day, saying it’s a little something they’d want to contribute to your fake dating strategy.

You didn’t mind a bit of it, being pampered was something you loved and it was long due as you had devoted all your time to crying after your breakup.

It was when Monday rolled by when it finally settled in. You were going to pretend to date Jake Sim, in front of everyone. Your friends gave you last minute pep talks and you were more than glad that they had decided to help you dress up too. Just then your phone rang with a notification.

Jake🐾: Morning, sunshine <3 Ready to sell our show? You: good morning!! i'm more than ready! are you tho? 👀 Jake🐾: I’m already waiting for you outside, love ;)

You almost choked on the water you were drinking as you remembered the rules.

You had to go to the university with him.

“Bye guys! He’s here,” you said to your roommates, getting up and grabbing your bag as you made your way out in a hurry.

Jake was standing by his car as he lived in the apartments and not the dorms, which was ten minutes away from your university campus. As for your dorms, they were a solid five minutes walk from your room.

He looked up from your phone as he heard you walking closer to him, “hey,” he smiled.

“So punctual, you’re right on time,” you said, “seems like you’re excited.”

He chuckled, opening the passenger seat door for you, “I can’t say I’m not excited to see other’s reactions,” he admitted as you sat down inside, thanking him softly.

Sunghoon had never once opened the door for you.

He got in the car, focusing on the road, “what’s the goal for today, princess?” He asked in his deep tone.

You blamed your overly sensitive skin for the tingling you felt due to his voice, also sitting to notice how his face looked like a sculpture.

“Soft launching our relationship,” you answered, clicking his picture.

“In the cafeteria, during lunch then?”

“Exactly! You just have to sit next to me and smile, that’ll be enough for Heeseung to suspect something,” you explained the basic plan just in time as you reached the university parking lot.

“Why? Do I never smile?” He asked, getting his seatbelt off.

“You do, but only to our group. Others are limited to a neutral expression only,” you pointed out as if you had analysed him fully.

“Wait,” he stopped you from opening the car door, getting out and opening it for you with a tiny smile.

Well that worked since people were nosy enough to notice a girl coming out of Jake’s car, which is a scene that never occurs.

He politely offered you his hand as he helped you stand up. His hand was warm juxtaposing your cold ones, as he pulled you towards him, your shoulder pressed against his chest, which you could feel was chiselled, he definitely had pecks.

“Smile, princess,” he whispered, and you overcame your state of hyper focus on him before putting on your best smile.

“What are we doing?” You asked, your smile never faltering.

Jake was somehow really good at looking at you with fondness in his eyes, he’d be a nice theatre guy if he takes up acting someday.

“Dropping my girlfriend to her class, of course,” he said smoothly, and you started walking, hand in hand.

“You’re pretty good at this. Are you sure it’s your first time?” You teased, noticing others staring at your hands.

“Why? Do you think I’m a good boyfriend?” He asked back and you were truly amazed to see him retorting to your questions, given that you had barely seen him talk before.

He felt your hand slipping and quickly intertwined your fingers. The gesture made sure to send a shiver down your spine.

Sunghoon never held your hand while walking.

“We’re just getting started, we’ll see how it goes,” you suggested, causing him to nod and continue the conversation you had left off.

“So what you were saying back in the car is that people perceive me as someone who’s mean?” He tilted his head in question.

“Of course not! They perceive you as someone who’s unapproachable.” You say seriously, you both stopped walking as you had reached the class.

He blinked at you once. You blinked back.

And you both burst out into soft laughter before he ruffled your hair slightly, bending down to your level, “study well, princess.” He winked, walking away to attend his own lecture.

You tried your best to focus on the lecture as you jotted down the notes alongside, however the feeling of thrill kept your leg bouncing the entire time, your mind working out possible scenarios with everyone’s reactions.

Soon, the classes were over and it was the time for your lunch break, which also meant that it was the time for you and Jake to act in front of everyone else.

“We’ll cheer for you,” Karina said and you could only laugh at her expression. She still couldn’t believe that you were going through with this.

From the entrance of the big cafeteria, you could easily spot the table where everyone had already assembled.

“Ready?” A deep voice whispered in your ear, successfully causing you to jump back.

But Jake was quick to grab your waist and pull you closer before you could trip, his eyes equally widened as yours, “god! You scared me,” you said, breathing in deeply to calm your heart.

You could feel his scent infiltrating your senses, it was a perfect blend of woody and citrus, which was also paired with slight musk and mandarin. He smelled really good.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said, letting go so you could stand straight.

His eyes were full of worry, mouth slightly agape and you smiled to let him know you were okay. “Now, smile and talk,” you said as you both walked into the cafeteria.

“Do I really never smile?” He asked you, “because people are staring.”

“I told you already! You smile only when you’re around our friends and we have never really talked before, at least in front of others,” you laughed.

The whole group went silent as the two of you approached. Heeseung was the first one to raise his eyebrows as you sat down with him, but Jake didn’t sit next to Sunghoon. Instead, he sat down next to you.

Linda, as usual, was sitting on Sunghoon’s lap, but that didn’t stop Hoon from staring at you and Jake.

“Something is fishy,” Heeseung pointed out.

“What is?” You asked, feigning innocence.

Jake was silent when he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. You could feel your stomach tingling, and he simply smiled your way.

“Firstly, I saw you getting out of Jake’s car in the morning,” Hee noted, “secondly, he was holding your hand and he walked you to the class. Thirdly, he’s been smiling nonstop.”

“Dude, no way!” Mark simply laughed, thinking it’s another one of Heeseung’s jokes.

Ningning looked lost while Jay seemed to be focusing on your expression, “I don’t think it’s one of his jokes this time,” he said.

“It’s really not!” Hee argued, glad that Jay was agreeing.

“Does this mean—” Mark’s eyes widened.

“—that they’re dating,” Yunjin said, acting her best as she widened her eyes, almost standing up at the confession.

A series of gasps left their mouths, “what?” They collectively exclaimed.

You tried your best to hold in your laugh as Jake turned to look at you, and from the side of your eyes, you could notice Sunghoon staring at you deeply with his jaw clenched.

“They are! Look! He’s got his arm around her waist,” Heeseung exclaimed in an overdramatic way.

“Guys—” you tried to say but Jake stopped you.

“It’s fine, princess. They know now,” he smiled, pulling you even closer in a side hug.

That caused Ningning, Mark and Heeseung to scream while Linda squealed, jumping on Hoon’s lap.

Jake caressed the corner of your lip adoringly, “no need to hide it from our friends, baby,” he said before looking up, “Heeseung is right, we are dating.”

“What the fuck?”

“Since when?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you fuck?”

All eyes turned to Ningning in disbelief as she asked the question, “what? I’m curious,” she shrugged, everyone looking at Sunghoon subtly to observe his reaction.

You leaned into Jake’s chest, making yourself comfortable as you saw everyone chatting excitedly, your eyes settling on your ex for just a moment to see his furrowed brows and hardened eyes, a vein popping out from his neck.

Day one, successful.

“So you’re dating now, huh?” Sunghoon’s voice asked Jake as he entered their shared apartment.

Sunghoon was sitting on the couch, face devoid of expressions as he asked the question.

Jake chuckled softly, gripping his bag tighter as he walked into the room, standing in front of Sunghoon, “yeah. Who would’ve seen that coming?”

That caused the other boy to chuckle along, but it sounded strained, almost ending with a scoff, “I certainly didn’t see it coming.”

“You don’t sound happy for me,” Jake said, his tone teasing.

Sunghoon was trying hard to keep his fake smile up, “What makes you think so?”

“Your smile. It’s strained,” Jake pointed out, grabbing the bottle of beer in front of Sunghoon and taking a sip out of it.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue, looking Jake dead in the eye, “how can you date her? What happened to the bro code?”

Jake remained calm, “why? Weren’t you the one who was done with her?”

“She’s my fucking ex, Jake,” he snapped.

“That’s right, she’s your ex. She’s not yours anymore, she’s my girl.” Jake smiled, keeping the beer back on the table before walking away.

“Oh! And, try to be happy for us now, Hoon. I don’t want my princess to be sad because of us, yeah?” Jake gave him his infamous eye smile before returning to his room.

The plan was working.

You didn’t have morning classes the next day, which is why you had to walk to the main campus instead of getting a ride with your fake boyfriend. Yet you left your dorm an hour before your lecture to meet up with Jake as he had something to tell you.

The one thing you liked about your University was its beauty, the gardens and fresh flowers only heightened up your spirits as you tried to find Jake in the garden of the STEM faculty, which was mostly empty.

You spotted Jake waiting for you by a tree. He was reading the same book he had in the cafe the other day, you had also noticed how frequently he used to go to libraries during your relationship with Sunghoon. He loved to read.

“Hey,” you said, standing in front of him with a smile.

“Hey there, princess,” he replied, making you tilt your head.

“Why are you calling me that? We’re alone right now,” you laughed.

“For practice, of course,” he said in a beat before he handed you a cup of coffee, the exact one which you get from your favourite cafe nearby.

“How’d you know?” You blink, surprised at his sweet gesture, also thanking him for it.

He shrugged, “I’m known to be attentive,” he said.

Sunghoon never knew your favourite drink.

“Sunghoon talked to me yesterday,” he told you as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah?” You asked, stepping closer to hear what he had to say.

“Yeah, he truly hates this setting. He asked me how I could date you.”

“Oh my god, he didn’t even hesitate? What did you say back then?” You asked.

“Hold on—” he said, grabbing your waist and turning you around, his hand resting on the back of your head as he pushed you against the tree.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyes widening as he leaned closer, making your heart beat out of your chest as you looked into his honey brown eyes which were surrounded by little specks of gold.

“Sunghoon,” he breathed out, “he’s here and he’s looking our way.”

To Sunghoon, it might look as if Jake and you are kissing but his lips are still inches away from yours, his scent pleasing your olfactory receptors as your ex only scoffed and walked away.

“Oh,” you said in understanding.

Jake only chuckled, “so, he went on saying how you are his ex and I shouldn’t be dating you,” he continued to tell you the story.

Only Jake Sim could talk so calmly in such a compromising position. You wondered if Sunghoon had left already.

“What did you reply?” You asked, voice coming out in a whisper as your body became aware of his hand which rested on your waist.

“That you’re not his anymore,” he claimed, “that you’re mine now.” He said, breathily.

You gulped down your nervousness. You knew it was a part of the act yet you couldn’t help but feel your skin tingling ever so slightly as you nodded.

“Is he gone?” You asked, referring to Sunghoon.

Jake blinked twice, finally looking up to see no sign of your ex anymore as he stepped back and you breathed in deeply.

“The plan is working perfectly then,” you let out softly.

He nodded, eyes crinkling.

“I almost forgot,” you gasped, “Yunjin gave me this idea that we should go on a date!”

“A date?” He asked, knowing that it’ll just be the two of you there.

“Yes. It’s honestly just to make it believable. We can go out, click pictures and have a good time by eating good food,” you said, looking in his eyes for confirmation.

“Sure, let’s do that,” he agreed, making you smile as you said you’d text him the details before rushing to your lecture.

Jake simply leaned back, staring at your rushing figure with tender eyes.

Another week had gone by swiftly and the only thing that bothered you were the girls who came up to you, asking if you were truly in a relationship with Jake, to which you said yes with the sweetest smile you could muster, crushing all their hopes of having a future with your fake boyfriend.

Heeseung was hellbent on knowing more about this newfound relationship of yours, Ningning simply wanted to know if the calm and silent guy was good in bed, Yunjin and Karina were amazing at acting as if they didn’t know it was fake. Mark approached Jake as he tried to get a few tips out of him since Mark wanted to man up and confess to his crush.

As for Sunghoon, you hadn’t seen him for the past two days. He didn’t sit with your group during lunch, nor was in any of your shared lectures. Even his girlfriend came to ask you guys if you had seen him. Only Jake knew that Sunghoon had spent the past two days drinking at their apartment.

That was the least of your concerns as Ningning kept asking you random questions.

“Favourite hair colour on guys?” She asked.

“Black looks heavenly,” you admitted.

“And haircut?” She asked Karina.

“Anything as long as it’s not a bowl cut,” she winced, distaste for that haircut clear on her face.

“But guys, undercut looks so fucking hot, you have to admit that,” you pointed out and everyone seemed to agree with you.

The conversation was casual but Jake decided to take it up a notch and surprise you with something you had decided upon, yet never executed.

“Let’s go on a date today, baby,” Jake suggested, again making everyone stop and stare at you both.

“Dude, how are you so cool?” Mark whined, wanting to do the same with his crush.

“I thought you were shy, but I guess the silent ones are the freakiest,” Ningning commented.

“He’s literally talking about a date, Ning,” you sighed.

“I can't believe he took you away from me,” Heeseung shook his head as you gave him a look.

“You guys were never together in the first place,” Karina reminded him, and he sobbed dramatically.

Jake looked at you expectantly, his eyes seemed bigger than usual and you could swear they were shining just the perfect amount. It somehow made you look away, biting your lower lip in the process before you nodded.

“I’d love to,” you admitted.

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at five,” he said, grabbing his bag and swinging it on his right shoulder.

He noticed how you looked happy this particular day, your face had a certain kind of glow to it and your smile was brighter. It seemed as if you were doing better now, and your friends really loved to see you this way.

He bent down, touching your cheek tenderly, pressing his lips on your forehead ever so gently, making your eyes flutter close at the soothing sensation.

“See you then, princess,” he whispered, looking at you one last time before going to attend his next lecture.

“Did he just?” Heeseung covered his mouth.

You were just as shocked as the others, not expecting any kind of PDA at all, especially when Sunghoon wasn’t around. That was the first time he had done it. You bit your lip yet again, looking down at your lap, trying to contain your smile.

Yunjin and Karina looked at you before looking at each other with a knowing look.

Then they smiled, wishing for the best.

“What do I even wear?” You huff in distress, looking at your roommates who looked like statues seeing your bed full of random clothes tossed around.

“You can simply ask him where you guys are gonna go, it’s not like you’re actually dating and it’s a surprise,” Karina pointed out.

You stopped, saying, “you’re right actually,” but then you whined, “I don’t wanna ask him such simple things, help me out guys.”

Yunjin sighed, mustering her stylist expression as she gave your wardrobe and your bed a once over, quickly getting all articles of clothing she wanted before handing them over to you, solving your problem in two minutes maximum.

“Don’t you think this dress is a little fancy? I mean, we’re probably going to a local cafe,” You asked, cocking your brow.

“Just trust me and wear this babygirl,” Yunjin said, using her usual nicknames.

You had just finished applying your lip oil, concluding your makeup as you got a notification from Jake saying he was outside your dorm.

You smiled unknowingly at the text, a feeling of excitement, or rather, giddiness creeping up your stomach as you bid your roommates goodbye, grabbing your purse and not forgetting to thank them for tolerating your tantrums.

Walking out of the dorm and towards the exit, you stopped as you saw Jake leaning against his car, which wasn’t an unusual sight for you, however, you had never expected to see him in a black jacket, thinking that he’d be clad in his usual hoodies.

His hair was neatly trimmed as he sported an undercut, which he didn’t have in the morning, meaning he got it cut right after your classes.

Right after you revealed your liking for the particular haircut.

“Jake,” you whispered, walking closer to him, noticing how he wasn’t wearing his usual specs either, probably opting for the lenses instead.

He was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixated on the flower he held in his hand, completely immersed in his thoughts before he looked up to see you standing right in front of him.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his heart pounding slightly as he noticed the light breeze gently swaying the hem of your dress, “you look beautiful,” he smiled, dissipating your jittering nerves and sending a wave of warmth through your chest.

“You look so—” you tried to find the right word, eyes never leaving his face as you had never seen him look so bold before, “captivating.”

He laughed at your statement, “here,” he said, extending his arm and passing you the flower he had gotten for you, the tips of your fingers brushed against his ever so slightly, “glad I could captivate you, sweetheart,” he whispered, winking at you.

You were left stunned, wondering where did he get his sudden boost of confidence from as you sat inside his car, watching him start the car, gripping the steering wheel normally, yet it made the veins of his hands pop out.

You cleared your throat, “so, where are you taking me today?” You asked him.

“Well, that’s something you’ll have to wait and see,” he teased, building up your anticipation.

“Okay, is it far though?” You asked, falling into a conversation with him so easily, and he told you it would be an hour long drive, making you wonder where you were off to.

There was something so endearing about others sharing their favourite things and talking about them, you loved to hear all of it and you felt even better seeing Jake comfortable around you as he went on telling you about the books he’d been reading and recommending the ones you’d like.

One hour felt like a few minutes with him, time passing by effortlessly. Your lips parted in surprise once you saw where you were.

It was the fancy restaurant you’d been wishing to visit from the past year, but never got a chance to do so, “oh my god, I really wanted to come here to eat,” you told him, smile brightening and you were glad you had dressed up for it.

“I know,” he said, extending his arm for you to hold.

You looked at him, incredulous, “how?”

“I asked Karina,” he admitted as you held on to his arm softly.

You were thoroughly surprised at his revelation, knowing that he could’ve taken you to any normal place nearby but he chose this. You were in awe at how beautiful the interior was as you focused on the little details here and there.

“You didn’t have to do so much, Jake,” you whispered, loving how his skin shone under the light of the chandelier.

He shook his head softly, eyes never leaving your face, “I know it’s a fake date but it doesn’t mean that I’ll take you to our usual cafés, you deserve more than that.”

You breathed in softly, breaking eye contact and looking at your fiddling fingers. You felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest. Everything he did felt so genuine and well thought of. He cared about your likes and dislikes, he always took a note of your preferences.

Sunghoon never did that.

“You’re too fucking sweet,” you muttered under your breath so he can’t hear it.

“Hm?” He asked, menu in his hands as he scanned it thoroughly for all possible options.

“Nothing,” you smiled, getting your phone out and clicking a few candid pictures of him, which did capture his attention.

“What’s that for?” He looked at you with big eyes, his face giving out the cutest expressions despite him looking tough in his undercut and newfound style.

“Why not? Can’t post my boyfriend on my story now?” You asked cheekily.

It was something you both had decided you’d do, the likes and replies flooded in soon as your friends were flabbergasted at the fact that Jake had cut his hair and dressed up so well.

You both decided upon the dishes you wished to have and the waiter noted it down kindly, leaving you two alone to talk after.

“Won’t you post me too?” You asked.

“I will, you just have to wait for a while. I promise it’ll be the prettiest picture ever,” he said, full of confidence.

“Well, that’s a challenge then because I don’t usually like my photos,” you smirked and he leaned in.

“We’ll see how that goes,” he challenged.

It was great that you could share any kind of emotions with him, whether it was you being goofy, him being silent, or you being nervous as he turns to be confident. It was a mix of everything.

Soon, your food was served to you and even the scent of the scrumptious meal was enough to make your mouth water as you hummed with delight with just one bite, saying it melted just perfectly in your mouth.

You didn’t notice him watching your eager face, loving your reaction as he felt like he did the right thing bringing you here. Until you catch him watching you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked cluelessly, pouting as you ate another bite.

“Actually, yeah there is,” he said, leaning closer to caress the corner of your lip with his thumb, brushing away the crumbs gently as you simply sat with your heart pounding at his gesture. Even more so when he smiled, licking his thumb, “all done.”

“You’re really so good at it,” you muttered, and this time he heard it.

“At what?”

“If you do this,” you said, gesturing at your lip, “to any girl then she’ll definitely swoon over you.”

He raised his brow, “why? Did you like it that much?”

An awkward chuckle left your mouth as you tried to dismiss his question, “I’m just saying,” you state, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

He only laughed, “alright, sweetheart.”

You whined, and the other families around looked at you both with soft eyes, thinking you both were cute together as his eyes turned into crescents at your behaviour.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so at ease being out with someone. That wasn’t just all, Jake insisted on taking you to another place for a little walk. Night had fallen as you walked together on a rather empty bridge, yet it was a pretty sight—water reflecting the glistening stars along with the crescent moon.

“How’s Sunghoon?” You asked all of a sudden, not noticing Jake’s smile faltering for a fraction of a second.

“He’s coping in his own way. I bet he’ll be back to uni tomorrow. But he definitely regrets it,” Jake lets out slowly, “isn’t that your goal?”

You stop walking, trying to find the right words, “yeah,” you whispered, “but it’s not over until he confronts me himself. I need some closure,” you said, looking at him with a teasing smile now, “why? Don’t wanna be with me anymore?”

He licked his lips, biting his tongue as he smiled, which you noticed was another habit of his, “of course not. It’s good to have someone to talk to.”

“Yeah? Then tell me more about you,” you said, looking at the water as you folded your arms over the railing.

He was silent for a few seconds, joining you to lean on the railing, “I’ve always been the shy kid I guess. I was the one who always used to read sitting in the corner of a class and so, I never really had friends.”

You didn’t glance at him, letting him speak freely. Jake was one of the kindest souls you had ever met and it was obvious even in the little time you had known him. You wanted him to be happy.

“Hoon was my friend ever since we were kids, our families are really close so he was forced to befriend me. He didn’t mind it, he was the kindest child and helped me talk to others, he was also the reason why I met you guys,” he sighed, “Hoon was always first when it came to everything, he led the way for me and I let him do that each time.” He turned his head, looking your way as he whispered, “until I realized I should’ve been the first this one time.”

You couldn’t understand what he was referring to, yet you understood that Sunghoon was dear to him, however his recent actions caused him to drift apart from Jake.

A flash of light took you out of your trance. Jake had clicked your picture, “show!” You said, almost jumping closer to him and his shoulders rose up as he laughed when you tried to get his phone from his hands.

“You’ll see when I post it,” he said.

You whined again, “but what if I look bad in the picture?”

“You can’t ever look bad, sweetheart,” he said earnestly and you could feel your cheeks heating up as you closed your mouth shut, biting your lip as you looked away shyly.

He chuckled, “let’s get you home now.”

You checked the time on your wristwatch, “oh, yeah. It’s late.”

You both started walking towards his car, getting off the bridge as Jake saw you shiver with the sudden gust of chilly air hitting you.

He wasted no time in getting his jacket off and passing it to you, “here, it’s cold.”

Your eyes widened to see him wearing nothing but a white tank underneath which displayed his muscles as the moonlight accentuated it further. You never knew he worked out, your eyes travelling to his arms which were veiny.

Jake looked unreal, almost like the bad boys you’d see in a movie but his well sculpted face made him look like a Greek god. He really had it all.

You didn’t even notice you had stopped walking as Jake wrapped his jacket around your figure, smiling slightly as you reached the car, his scent enveloped you aa you hugged the jacket closer to you.

“T—thank you,” you spoke, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering.

“Can’t let my girlfriend freeze now, can I?” He stated more than asked.

He helped you get in the car by opening the door, which he always did. It was another habit of his which you found endearing. He got in the car soon, looking your way before he leaned in all of a sudden, his face inches away from yours, causing you to stop breathing for a few seconds.

The shape of his lips was beautiful.

He leaned back soon, dragging the seatbelt with him as he secured you in your seat. The proximity reminded you of how he kissed your forehead in the morning, and your mouth worked before your mind could as you asked him about it.

“Uh, so—why did you kiss my forehead in the morning?” You inquired.

He most certainly was not expecting that question, and his expression gave it away, “your friends were watching,” he stated, licking his lips, “and Mark was suspicious as we never kissed before or did anything other than hand holding,” he explained.

“Did he ask you about it?” You questioned, hugging the jacket closer to your body.

Jake hummed as a reply, seeing you get comfortable on the seat with droopy eyelids, he knew you were going to fall asleep soon and he let you.

His heart could only take so much for one day.

He made sure to drive safe, glancing at your sleeping figure from time to time and he swore you looked like a baby when you slept.

You reached back safely and he stopped the car, he didn’t wish to wake you up when you looked so at peace. He called out your name softly, coming closer to pat your shoulder.

You stirred in your sleep, opening your eyes slowly to find Jake close to you.

“We’re here,” he spoke, voice low.

“Oh,” you blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the street lights as you got out of the car, not expecting Jake to get out along with you.

You looked at him in question and he just shrugged, his muscles flexing in the process, “let me walk you to your door,” he said.

Sunghoon never walked you to your door.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being a gentleman?” You asked with an amused smile.

“Not when it comes to you,” he uttered quietly.

Heat rushed up the tip of your ears now that you stood in front of him, “Jake—” you whispered, “thank you so much for today. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun on a date.”

A fake date, you reminded yourself.

“It’s good to see you happy,” he took a step closer, “good night, princess.”

He was gentle as he slowly brushed his fingers on your forehead to tuck your hair behind your ear, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a featherlight kiss. You closed your eyes, the warmth of his kiss lingering on your skin as he bid goodbye to you.

He was walking away by the time you could open your eyes and breathe again, not even bothering to ask for his jacket back from you.

You looked around your place once to see if your friends were watching this time.

They weren’t.

Your room had a tranquil atmosphere as the moonlight coming from the window lit it up. Your roommates were already asleep in their respective rooms as you got changed into your sleepwear and took your makeup off, carefully keeping Jake’s jacket on the bed, not once thinking that your pillow would exude a scent like him too.

It was hard to sleep, as if you had a feeling of giddiness bubbling up inside of you. Even after tossing and turning, you couldn’t find a perfect position to sleep, not to mention how your mind had created a montage of today’s date, replaying it over and over.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes shut, hoping you’d get some sleep before waking up for Uni in the morning. And slowly, you drifted to dreamland with Jake’s scent lingering in the air.

Your alarm clock was your enemy. You really needed a few more minutes to catch up on your sleep, grabbing your phone to see if there’s something that could drive your sleepiness away.

There was.

Your picture was the first thing you saw when you opened Instagram, it was posted by Jake instead of being put up as a story, which was unusual since he only had two pictures on his account—one of him and the other one of his pet dog.

A soft gasp left your mouth, heart thumping out of your chest as you saw the picture. The flash made you glow and you had the tiniest hint of a smile on your face as you looked at the night sky.

It was indeed your prettiest picture anyone had ever captured, it was exactly what Jake had promised.

The caption, however, made you turn around and grab your pillow as you screamed into it, kicking your feet.

My girl, that’s what he wrote in his caption, paired with a red heart.

You knew it was for show but that didn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach from going feral. It felt too real, the gestures, the little things. It felt more real than your previous real relationship and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

It was another day where you had afternoon classes, and so you did not go to the uni with Jake. You had not liked or commented on the picture yet, pondering about how to go on about this.

Jake had texted you twice, wishing you a good morning first and then asking if you had your lunch yet. You were tempted to reply but first, you gained a slight amount of courage and liked his post.

You typed a comment with the first thing that came to your mind.

You’re mine forever ❤️

Your cheeks burned up as you kept your phone down on one of the picnic benches kept around the campus, as that was the exact place you were sitting at after your classes had ended.

A very whiny and feminine voice called out your name, and you looked up to see Linda along with your ex and your fake boyfriend. The smile on her face was sickening and you wondered what they were doing together.

Yet again, you did not think twice before getting up and burying your face in Jake’s chest, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace. This shocked Jake, you could feel him go still for a negligible second before a deep laugh boomed up his chest, you could feel him vibrate as he wrapped his arms around your frame.

“Missed me that much, baby?” He asked, patting your head.

Sunghoon watched the scene unfold with dark eyes.

“I missed you so much, baby,” you whispered.

It was the first time you had used a nickname on anyone, heck you never even called Sunghoon that.

A cough separated you both and now you couldn’t muster up enough courage to look at Jake while he couldn’t stop looking your way.

“Linda wants to have lunch together, like a double date,” Jake told you and you saw Linda nod excitedly.

“It’s so romantic! We even got the lunch packed, see!” She raised her hand to show you two bags which probably had the lunch she was talking about.

This day couldn’t have gotten more weird.

“That sounds great!” You tried to sound cheerful but it only came out awkward.

Good for you, Linda didn’t pick up your tone and clapped excitedly, “we only have thirty minutes because I have my salon appointment after so let’s be fast,” she spoke in a go.

You noticed Jake sporting the same look of confusion as you, it was an awkward situation indeed. Sunghoon didn’t say a word, only observing you and Jake.

Jake took the paper bag and got the packed lunches out. He had gotten you your favourite salad with grilled chicken as he opted to get the same dish for himself, not forgetting to get you coke, which you preferred to drink while eating.

He really paid a lot of attention to your likes and dislikes.

Linda really couldn’t read the room as she never once stopped talking about this new lingerie set she got for herself, “Hoonie liked it too,” she giggled and you tried to focus on eating, not having it in you to picture it in your mind.

“I’ve told you not to call me that,” he spoke, his words harsh.

That was the first time he opened his mouth ever since you started eating. Linda didn’t care, pouting slightly as she started talking again, “let’s play couples quiz!” She squealed.

You could feel your headache growing with her high pitched voice.

“Jake, when’s Y/n’s birthday?” She asked.

He fixed his gaze on you, answering the question correctly. You tried not to be shocked, displaying your sweet smile for them. He actually knew a lot about you, the eye contact made you bite your lower lip before you asked.

“Sunghoon, when’s Linda’s birthday?” You asked now, questioning him directly, which he did not expect.

“Third of February,” he said and Linda gasped, offended.

“That’s not my birthday!” She almost screamed, bickering with him for a solid minute as Jake passed you a few tissues, seeing the salad get on your fingers.

“Okay, next question,” she said and she kept on asking him questions as if it was a rapid fire round and Jake answered each of them correctly. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, he knew your favourite colour, your favourite tv show and singer, your favourite cake and song.

Sunghoon knew nothing.

Linda didn’t know a thing about Sunghoon either, just like he never knew a thing about Linda.

Sunghoon slammed his fist on the table, getting up and walking away without any second glance, you almost jumped with how loud the sound was, your hand resting on top of your chest to soothe your nerves.

Linda ran after him, or rather she tried to run after him in her heels.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked you softly, his fingers caressing your cheek as he searched your face for any kind of discomfort.

You nodded, gulping and looking away.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your skin wouldn’t stop tingling where he had touched you, it was almost impossible for you to breathe when he was so close to you.

“Y—yeah, I’m okay. I think I should go and get my assignments done now, yeah,” you said, fumbling over your words as Jake frowned, wondering if he did something wrong.

“Y/n—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved at him, almost running away, leaving him with a dejected sigh.

Of course, you didn’t have to answer his questions, he reminded himself. It was a fake relationship after all.

So, while you laid in your bed with your pillow clutched close to your chest, Jake stood in front of Sunghoon at their apartment.

“Since when do you eat salad?” Sunghoon asked, tone somewhat disappointing. laced with a hint of jealousy.

“Y/n likes it,” Jake smiled softly, “It was hard not to like it after.”

“You hated coffee,” Sunghoon almost accused.

“I like it now, it’s normal to develop your taste,” Jake replied calmly.

“You’ve never gone on a date before, you’ve never had this kind of hairstyle before. You’re changing yourself and for what?” Sunghoon sighed, shoulders dropping when he accused him again.

Jake only bit his lip, “love does things to you and I think I'm changing for the better.”

Love.

That’s all Sunghoon had to hear before leaving the room.

“Why are you sulking, babygirl?” Yunjin asked you the next day, seeing you sitting with your blanket wrapped around you, a piece of chip in your mouth as you lazily snacked on it.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, hiding your face.

Yunjin rolled her eyes, “you were squealing in the morning yesterday, what changed?”

You sighed deeply, “I guess I’m just feeling a bit down today,” you shrugged.

She sat down on the bed, right in front of you before pulling you in the most warm and comfortable hug. It was something you appreciated even more this particular day. You felt conflicted with your feelings.

It’s the little things, it’s always the little things when it comes to Jake, it creates a bigger picture for him. But for Sunghoon, it was only the larger picture with no elements supporting it.

“That’s the problem, babygirl. I’m not gonna let you drown in your own blanket all evening. You’re coming with me to the party,” Yunjin stated, opening your closet to select an outfit for you already.

Turns out that Yunjin can be a great manipulator because there was no way you’d be standing in the middle of a party with a vodka shot in your hand otherwise.

Maybe drinking would help you, it always does. It’s almost pathetic how you’re ready to get shitfaced for a whole night just to get rid of intrusive thoughts, the thoughts which consisted of Jake and Jake only.

You drank that shot in a go, getting another one as Heeseung tried to stop you but to no avail. Once you had taken three shots, all in a row, you turned around to find Karina, who looked as if she spent a while trying to find you.

“Y/n! Where have you been?” She asked, grabbing your hand, “come, we’re gonna play upstairs.” Without much fighting, she dragged you upstairs and Heeseung followed behind.

You wondered what Jake would be doing right now.

The multicoloured lights were shining bright as they covered the expanse of the whole staircase, which you had trouble walking up, courtesy of your heels and a very short dress.

Karina opened the door to a room and your eyes immediately scanned the surroundings to understand who you were going to deal with tonight.

It was your whole friend group and some of their mutual friends too, however that wasn’t why you stood frozen in your spot at the given moment.

Jake Sim, the guy you had been avoiding since yesterday, was sitting in the same circle, the bean bags, sofas and chairs were arranged to be that way, as he sipped on a can of beer which he held in his slender fingers.

Seeing him at the party was shocking enough as he rarely attended any, but to add on to it, he was all dressed up as well.

He sipped on the drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. The side angle gave you the best view of his undercut and defined jawline, your eyes travelling down to his chest, which was exposed as the top few buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, a black leather jacket covering him up as he also sported a few rings on his long, veiny fingers, a necklace gracing his slender neck.

You almost forgot how to breathe until Karina pushed you forward, which gained the attention of Jake, who smiled your way as he expected you to come over to him.

Karina and Yunjin high fived in the background, meaning; it was their plan for you both to meet at the party.

Your heels clicked as you walked towards him, it was as if you both were the only ones in the room at the given moment. He wasn’t being subtle as he stared at you, especially how he looked up when you stood next to him.

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling you to him—which was something you never expected.

You landed straight on his lap, his arm wrapped around you securely as the other one rested on your thigh, covering up your skin which was showing, courtesy of your short dress.

Your mind blanked, you couldn’t think anymore as goosebumps rose up your arms when he spoke in his deep voice, the others also stopped to stare at you both as he was not the one to show affection in public.

Heeseung and Yunjin teased you both, yet that wasn’t something you paid much attention to. You didn’t even see Sunghoon sitting in the same room, as if he wasn’t anyone to you anymore.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered, making you sit close to him, your hand working on its own as it held on to his broad shoulder for support.

You should have been used to this whole fake dating plan of yours, yet you couldn’t ever get used to Jake’s constant surprises. It didn’t feel like it was fake when it came to him and it most certainly wasn’t a help how you could feel the alcohol kicking in, his hand felt warm on your cold skin.

“Jake,” you whispered, looking at him with hooded eyes.

However, you never got to say anything further as others had decided on playing a classic game of twenty one dares.

The first dare went to Mark, who was given the dare to kiss his crush who sat right next to him.

“Why were you avoiding me all day?” Jake asked in a whisper when everyone else was busy cheering for Mark.

You had no answer for it, nor did you have any way to control your heart which was thumping out of your rib cage with the proximity.

You breathed out with a chuckle which sounded forced, grabbing a beer can which was on the table in front of you, “avoiding you? Why would I?” You asked, looking away.

That wasn’t much help as he was quick to grab your chin, making you look his way again, “did I do something wrong?”

His actions were bold, yet his voice was sweet and full of concern. You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, “of course not,” you whispered, not having it in you to look at him, “you’re really perfect, Jake.”

He wasn’t given any time to react as others cheered.

Apparently, it was your turn to get a dare and the evil smile on Jay’s face gave it all away, as if he knew exactly what was going on between you two.

“I dare you to kiss Jake,” he smirked as everyone minus Sunghoon clapped, Mark nodding, still red from the kiss.

“True, we’ve never seen you kiss,” Hee muttered in realization.

You stopped breathing, seeing everyone cheering for you. You had fake kissed him when Sunghoon was watching that one day in the lawns, yet this was a whole different story when they were demanding an actual kiss from you both.

Jake’s hand tightened around your waist, your dazed eyes taking in his expression as he raised his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the corner of your lips gently, as if he was asking for your permission.

You knew you were drunk, yet all your senses made you feel as though you were the sanest person alive. The anticipation felt so painful and you could feel Sunghoon’s stare on you both.

With a tender sigh, your eyes closed shut as you grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him into you.

Your lips collided in a fervent kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging it ever so slightly, causing him to groan into your mouth as his hand supported the back of your head, tilting it slightly as your desire and passion fused together, transcending your surroundings.

You couldn’t hear the whistling or screaming around your surroundings, your mind completely gave in to the pretty boy, who was kissing you like his life depended upon it.

His lips were soft, perfectly moulding against yours as you moved them in harmony, letting the sheer pleasure take over your senses to the point you couldn’t differentiate between whether you were drunk which made you feel as if you were in the state of unadulterated ecstasy or it was simply Jake’s effect on your body.

You didn’t pay attention to Sunghoon, who threw the beer can on the floor, walking away from the room, nor did you care about Linda who ran after him.

All you knew was that Jake Sim was kissing you and he was exceptionally amazing at it.

He squeezes your waist as you gasped, letting him bite your lower lip, lacking his usual self control as he mentally claimed you to be too intoxicating for him.

“Hey! Get a fucking room!” Jay shouted.

That was enough for you to break the kiss, your eyes still closed as your chest heaved up and down, blood rushing to your cheeks as you felt tingly all over, the shiver going down your spine all the way to your abdomen.

Jake was already staring at you by the time your eyes fluttered open. His lips looked plump, slightly swollen from how you had kissed him, the veins on his neck seemed even more prominent but his eyes—they were dark, laced with lust.

He didn’t wish to stop.

You didn’t want him to stop.

He got up from the chair, making you stand up along with him, his fingers quick to intertwine with yours as he pulled you with him, your wide eyes drifting to look at Karina who only winked at you, giving a thumbs up alongside it.

“Jake,” you breathed, following him out and into an empty room, which he locked before pushing you against the wooden door.

You could barely stand given how weak your knees felt at that exact moment. It most certainly didn’t help that Jake bent down to your level, the dim lights of the room making his skin shine as he asked you again.

“Why were you avoiding me, Y/n?” His tone gave you goosebumps when you heard your name roll out of his tongue.

Forming sentences felt like a tough job when his lips were borderline touching yours, “because,” you whispered mindlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Your voice was quiet, just like the room, which made it sound louder than intended as you looked him up through your lashes.

His jaw was clenched, you could notice him breathing deep, his hold on you tight and you chuckled deeply, alcohol taking over your senses, “I can’t stop thinking of you, Jaeyun.”

You didn’t let him reply before you pressed your lips onto his, your bodies pressed against each other, mouths moving as your lips melded and parted, his hands all over your body, every touch igniting a spark in you.

He tapped your thigh twice and you got the memo, jumping into his arms as he picked you up with ease, muscles flexing in the process but his lips never left yours while he walked towards the bed, helping you lie down as he got on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist as your dress started riding up your thigh.

He leaned back, eyes fixated on yours but you only continued to pepper kisses along his jawline, and down his neck, making him growl as he stopped you from unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re drunk, baby. I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning,” he says softly, breathing in your scent as he inhales deeply.

“I’m not,” you whined, switching your positions to be sitting in front of him, trying to remove his jacket, before he stops you with his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

He cupped your cheek as you looked at him sadly, “tell me, do you not want me?” You’d ask, playing with his necklace.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He couldn’t hold himself back, not when your eyes sparkled with innocence and undeniable glimmer of need, “you have no idea, darling,” he chuckles, running his thumb on your lower lip, which was still wet from your kiss, “I want you so fucking much.”

That was enough for you to smile at him, eyes hazy as you slid off the bed and got on your knees, unbuckling his belt as you fumbled with the button of his jeans while Jake couldn’t believe this was happening.

The strap of your dress slid down, revealing more of your cleavage, that’s exactly when you helped him get out of his jeans, revealing his boxers. Your fingers grazed his clothed cock, your lips tugging up as you saw him groan, even more so when you kissed his semi-hardened cock.

His eyes never left yours during the entire time you teased him, getting his leather jacket off, leaving him in his white button up and boxers, which you pulled down in a go.

A shiver went down your abdomen, making you close your thighs with how big he was. His cock was hard, leaking with precum that made your mouth water. He had the biggest cock you had ever witnessed in your life, girth and veiny too.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you take him in your small hand, squeezing it a smidge before planting featherlight kisses all over his length, swirling your tongue around his head, he bit his lip as he took the scene in front of him. You licked big stripes of his length before taking his head into your mouth.

That snapped him out of his daze, he couldn’t take your teasing any longer. Pushing himself up slightly, he spread his legs to accommodate your body between it as he grabbed your nape, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you took him in, your hands stroking the base where your lips couldn’t reach.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, pushing your head to hold his cock in you even deeper.

You can’t help but think how he looks nothing like his sweet self in the given moment, he looks like a devil who’s thirsting for lust, his eyes dark and so immersed in your activities.

His length throbs in your mouth as you continue your ministrations, quickening your pace as you sucked him off with all you had, hearing him growl made you realize how your panties were soaking wet when you release him with a satisfying pop sound, looking up at him again.

He sat straighter, his thumb wiping the saliva that was all over your chin and lips before pulling you up on the bed, spreading your legs to see a wet patch on your panties as you struggled to take your dress off.

He chuckled deeply, “Oh, bunny. Let me help you with that,” he says, cursing once he sees you without any bra, his fingers tracing your neck, your clavicle and going all the way down to pay attention to your tits.

However, that’s not all he does. Your toes curl when he yanks your panties to the side, immersing his tongue to tease your clit before he licks and sucks you thoroughly, humming against your folds as he gets drunk on the taste of your juices.

His tongue prods on your entrance, pushing it in as your fingers grabbed his roots, tugging on his hair which also elicited a deep groan from him, your eyes rolling back with how ecstatic you felt.

He fucked your cunt, pushing his tongue in while his thumb worked wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you squirm around, finally moaning out, “Jake, oh god!” You cried out.

“That’s it baby, scream my name,” he whispers against you, the moist squelching noises filling up the room as you arched your back, your body shaking with how you could feel your high approaching, as he yearned for your pussy, not stopping once, as if he had completely plunged his body to focus on your pleasure and your pleasure only.

You chanted his name as if it was a mantra you had to recite, and that’s exactly when you felt your stomach tightening, a teardrop leaving the corner of your eye, cascading down your neck as you allowed yourself to feel the unadulterated bliss Jake provided you with.

It wasn’t the alcohol, you admitted.

You were drunk on Jake.

You breathed in deeply as he licked you up, finally getting up as he rolled your nipples between the rough pads of his fingers before he also removed his last article of clothing, leaving you to see the shadow of his abs and pecs clearly.

“Tell me you won’t regret this in the morning, baby,” he breathes out, searching your eyes as his length brushes against your sensitive cunt.

“I won’t,” you promised, “I want you, I need you, Jake,” you cried out as his eyes turned hooded.

He silenced your loud moan with his lips on yours, your nails digging into his back as he gave a sharp thrust, filling you up till he bottomed out easily with how wet you were, kissing your tears away and giving you a minimum of two seconds before he grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head.

“Do you know how pretty you look right now, bunny?” He asks, giving you another sharp thrust, this particular one hitting your g-spot, which had you whimpering out his name, “all mine, yeah?” He asks, thrusting harder, his hips slapping your ass.

“Y—yours!” You managed to speak, eyes closing shut with pleasure.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me when I fuck your pretty little cunt,” he whispers as your wail out when his cock hits your cervix.

He takes his time to kiss and mark your neck, his teeth digging in as he sucks on your sensitive skin harsh enough to leave marks.

It was effortless how he moved in and out of you so easily despite groaning about how tight your little hole was and you felt dumb, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak. You simply knew and felt one thing and that was Jake.

He manhandled you easily, turning you around and lifting your ass up, your face buried into the pillow as your mascara smudged, just how your lipstick was smudged all over your cheeks.

He thrusted into you yet again, smacking your ass as he saw it jiggle with the impact, another moan reverberated the room, which made him spank you twice more before he started fucking you again, your walls clenching around him with need as he gave you almost brutal backshots.

“I’m—Fuck!” You cried out, almost passing out as you breathed in deeply.

You both were so close, his cock twitched in you as his thrusts got sharper, “go on, bunny. Cream my cock like a good fucking girl,” he groaned.

You withered beneath him as you screamed out his name with sheer pleasure as you reached your high, coating his cock with your juices before he also moaned deeply, fucking his cum into your glistening pussy.

He breathed in deeply as he pulled out, staring at your cunt which was dripping with your juices mixed together.

He sighed softly, holding you in his arms, “baby,” he whispered softly as you initiated a soft kiss, getting on his lap again as your heart beat rose up to the point you could hear it in your ears while Jake felt the same way.

He could see how exhausted you were by how you started dozing off in his arms. He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, he didn’t want to know. All he wanted was to have you in his arms now and freeze the time.

It took him time to get up as he helped you get dressed up again, before he picked you up in his arms, getting down to see the party winding up. You were asleep and cuddling into him, his heart still racing as he saw Yunjin smiling at you two, “take her home with you,” she said, “and you better take care of her,” she added as a genuine warning, which made Jake nod earnestly.

He would never hurt you.

He really was perfect with how he took you to his room safely, with how he tried to remove your makeup even though he had no idea what he was doing, yet he was gentle as you slept with how drunk and exhausted you were. He made sure to change your clothes to his loose ones, just so you would sleep comfortably.

He had fucked you, however he still was respectful and tried to not look your way while he changed your clothes.

You looked so peaceful as you snuggled close to his pillow in his bed, he couldn’t help but stare at you with a soft smile as he kissed your forehead, “sleep well, baby.” He whispered as he slid under the covers next to you, holding you as if he was scared he’d lose you, his body shivering ever so slightly at the thought as he cradled you in his arms.

Jake really was perfect.

Your body was sore, the sunlight almost blinding you, adding on to the throbbing pain in your head as you shifted around the covers, opening your eyes with a groan to find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings.

A low cry left your lips as the memories of the past night flooded into your mind, the graphic details of Jake and you, the way he had asked you if you’d regret it.

You didn’t regret a thing.

And neither did you know how you’d face him after this. Yes, everything that started off as a fake relationship but even you couldn’t deny that none of it felt fake to you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw a little note on the nightstand saying—

Good morning, sweetheart <3 Please take this medicine when you wake up and also drink the hangover soup! I’ll be at Uni and will be back by the time you wake up, love.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You whined to yourself, kicking your feet, “why do you have to make me feel this way?” You whispered to yourself, gulping and looking at the medicines and a bowl of soup on the nightstand.

You didn’t realize that you were wearing Jake’s clothes till you spilled a little drop of soup on it, eyes widening for the nth time today as you gasped.

You couldn’t stay anymore, you got up and rushed to grab your clothes, which were folded neatly before you changed into them with a rush, getting out of his room while you checked your phone, bumping into a hard chest.

You winced, looking up as your expression dropped. Park Sunghoon stood there, his eyes sad as he searched your face for some kind of emotion, any kind of emotion, however you didn’t give him anything, choosing to walk away but he was quick to grab your wrist.

“Y/n,” he spoke your name in desperation and you tried your best not to turn around, yet you did, looking at his regret stricken face as he spoke further, “I broke up with Linda,” he started and you almost snorted.

“Well, good for you,” you said, turning around yet again, only to be stopped.

“Don’t fucking do this, Y/n,” he breathes, eyes watery, “I know you and Jake aren’t dating. Come back to me, baby, I regret everything I did to you, please?” He almost begs.

“Don’t call me that,” you seethed out, “you know nothing about us and it’s too late, Sunghoon. I don’t want you.”

He didn’t let you leave, pulling you into a hug as you struggled to get away, “I know you’re angry and you don’t mean it. Let’s be together again, we used to be so happy,” he whispered.

“And you fucking ruined it,” you cried out, pushing him away, “you ruined everything and you never cared about us! But y’know what? Jake isn’t like you. He’s kind, caring and he’s genuine about everything,” you let out, stepping away, “I love him.”

Saying that out loud felt like you had lifted a boulder off your chest. Your face was equally surprised as Sunghoon, but you didn’t stay any longer, shaking your head as you rushed out of the apartment and got into the safety of your own dorm.

You loved Jake.

And you were sure he didn’t feel the same, it was all fake for him. You sat in your bathtub for hours, pondering and mentally slapping yourself for letting this happen but it was beyond you. Jake was so easy to love.

What scared you the most that he hadn’t called you once, nor did he reply to any of your texts throughout the day. Your heart broke into pieces when he didn’t show up in front of your dorm to pick you up.

You were sure he hated you for drunkenly acting up that night, maybe that’s why he kept avoiding you. You had ruined everything.

The plan for the day wasn’t to attend the classes, but to find Jake. Every second that passed by without him talking to you felt like a punishment, as if your anxiety would eat you up through and through.

He wasn’t by the lawns, he wasn’t in the cafeteria and you could feel your eyes welling up with tears of frustration when you couldn’t find Jake. Yet you didn’t lose hope as you thought that he’d be in his lectures.

A big smile etched your face when you found him standing in front of his locker and you sprinted his way, which startled him. It was as if he didn’t expect to see you in front of him, his eyes leaving yours for a second before he smiled at you.

It was forced.

“Jake,” you breathed out as you felt fidgety, “can we talk?”

He bit his lower lip, not answering for a few seconds before he nodded, guiding you towards the rooftop for privacy, not uttering a word throughout the way.

You stood side by side, watching the cloudy sky as he finally looked your way, “congratulations,” he let out, trying to smile.

You looked at him, confused which only made him speak further.

“I saw you and Sunghoon hugging,” his voice broke but he gained his composure, “I know you’re probably back together now and you don’t need me—”

“Jake,” you whispered, shaking your head as you stepped closer to stop him, yet he continued.

“We don’t have to fake date anymore,” he nodded, looking at his feet, “I’m glad I could help you forget about him for some time and also with your revenge—”

You were on the verge of crying by now as you whispered his name again.

“I’m so stupid to have thought that maybe it won’t be fake, but I know you want Sunghoon—”

“Don’t you fucking see that I want you? Sunghoon and I talked, yes we did and I told him I don’t want him. I don’t fucking want him, Jake. You’re not a rebound to me, This isn’t fake to me anymore, I don’t think it ever felt fake to me,” you let out your frustrations, shutting him up fully.

“My heart feels like it would beat out of my chest every fucking time I’m near you, this longing intensifies each day and it scares me so much,” a crystalline tear escaped your eyes and Jake was quick to cup your face, as if on instinct and wipe it away, “you do this sweet things no one ever did for me, you remember the smallest details about me that no one else seems to care about and I feel restless when we don’t talk. I’ve grown so used to being around you, it’s not fucking fake. I think—I’m falling in love with you Jake,” you finally let out.

“You—you love me?” He asks, voice barely a whisper as he finds it hard to breathe and you nod, his slender fingers still cupping your cheek, “you hugged Sunghoon—”

“I pushed him away,” you said in a beat, “he hugged me, I didn’t,” you assured him, grabbing his hand which rested on your cheek, “I told him I love you.”

Jake pulled you in his embrace, his body shook slightly which broke your heart thinking how he had it all wrong, you never wanted to see him hurt, just like how he always wished for you to be happy.

He held you tighter, making you feel safe as warmth bloomed up your chest, “I liked you ever since I saw you trying to play guitar with Jay on the day we met, but Sunghoon was faster to reach out to you,” he confesses and you part your mouth with surprise as he leaned back to look at you, chuckling ever so lightly, “I hated how he treated you but when you came to me for help, I got selfish and used this to get closer to you, even if it meant that I’d have to fake date you,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours, “but I fell harder each day, even more so when I had to hold your hand and it felt so small against mine yet it fit perfectly, when you dressed up so beautifully for a fake date with me, when you looked so adorable in my jacket, when you remembered my birthday and my likes which even I hadn’t noticed before. I fell in love with you, baby,” he smiled through the tears as you pulled him in for a kiss, both of you smiling uncontrollably as it full of tenderness and affection, your hearts beating together as you shared unspoken promises through it.

You weren’t fake dating anymore as you looked at him with a silly smile, taking the document of your agreement out before scratching out a line.

Rule number one: Don’t fall in love.

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Hihi!! I wanted to ask if you could do loser gf making cool bf sukuna watch some sobby romance movie like the notebook and then cries all dramatically<3

𝝑𝝔 an: i have 1 or 2 more old reqs that i gotta complete but i literally have so much work to do its crazy ugh. read more about cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader here!! also pls read the info before requesting, it’s important u do!!

“sukunaa!”

“stop whining, we’re watchin’ what i want.”

“but we’re always watching what you want!”

“‘s ‘cause your movies suck, loser.”

you turn away from him with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest a bit childishly, before moving to slip from the bed and leave the room. sukuna’s arm his quick enough to wrap around your middle and tug you back into the bed, hand ruffling the hair on top of your head roughly until you’re whining for him to let go.

“why can’t we watch my movie?” you turn in your place, resting your body on his as you look up at him like a child reasoning with his parents.

“i don’t wanna watch your sappy romance shit.”

“i suggested ‘mission: impossible’ last time and you still said no!”

“you annoyed me, that’s why.”

you slap his chest, but quickly change your tactic; hands moving to cup his cheeks gently while you look up at him with your best puppy eyes.

“please, ‘kuna~”

and if usually sukuna is pretty immune to your begging and whining and the methods you use to manipulate him(barely work by the way), this time it’s just so hard to say no to that cute face of yours. brows pinched upwards, eyes all big and glistening, pouty lips jutting out and cheeks puffed a little bit — he is in a good mood so he just can’t ignore it.

he sighs heavily, cursing under his breath, and you attack him with short kisses all over his face, knowing it’s a yes. you don’t point out how he’s trying to suppress his fond smile, jumping out of the bed to get your laptop and put on a movie.

sukuna’s so annoying about it though, literally shitting on your movie of choice — the notebook, by the way. rolling his eyes whenever something sweet happens, imitating vomiting, cursing the characters’ ‘idiotism’, making fun of the way they talk and act, but you just ignore him, too indulged in the atmosphere of the movie and the plot, even though you’ve watched it a couple of times before.

but at some point you notice sukuna getting quiet. you don’t really pay him any mind, thinking he’s just scrolling through his phone instead, eyes trained on the laptop’s screen as you enjoy the movie.

and then, when it’s nearing the end of it you hear sniffling from above your head, where it’s resting on his chest. you try to lift it so you can look at him, but suddenly he pushes your head down with his palm on top of it, not letting you move anywhere.

“‘kuna~ let go—”

you pinch his side as rough as you can and he flinches from the sudden pain, cursing as you quickly scan over his face and your eyes widen in realisation. face a little red, with tear stains runnind down his cheeks and eyes with blown capillaries and fat tears barely hanging on their waterline.

he notices that you noticed, shutting the laptop closed and standing to leave the room with you hot on his trail.

“no way— are you really crying, ‘kuna?”

“no,” he clears his throat as if you won’t notice his voice breaking a little. “you’re delusional.”

“am not! you are crying!”

he hisses at you over his shoulders while you laugh gleefully, an adoring smile plastered over your face, “i’m gonna kill you.”

sukuna opens your fridge, bending down as he makes himself busy, but you don’t let it go as you lean onto him, hanging off his arm with a cheeky smile. he just shoves your face away gently, expression now angry, and leaves the kitchen, ignoring you completely.

you add sukuna crying over ‘the notebook’ to the list of cutest things you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t need to know that.

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januaryembrs · 5 days

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hot chocolate!

(last one i promise)

reader & spencer who aren’t exactly enemies but they’re def not friends but reader always double checks if spencer’s fbi vest is secured correctly which in return makes spencer check her over as well and they’re always like ‘stop checking up on me and worry about your own safety’ and it just happens every single time and they swear up and down that they dislike eachother deeply (they need to make out)

BANE OF MY EXISTENCE | Spencer Reid x reader

description: Spencer hates you, and you hate him, until it comes to protecting each other in the field

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His fingers wound through the back of your vest as you made a move to dart past him, trailing after Hotch as you loaded your glock.

You felt a yank at your neck, his obnoxiously long arms giving you a firm tug back with little to no effort, all but making you stumble backwards as he forced you to stop, and his fingers were at your hip, adjusting the strap before you could ask him just exactly what he was doing.

“Wha- Reid, let go, my vest is fine,” You snapped, huffing when he ignored you, in the interest of fixing your belt, his brow turned down into a frown.

“Don’t come crying to me when you get shot in abdomen and suddenly you’re bleeding out, and you lay there and thinking, dang if only the smart FBI would have told me to adjust my kevlar, and I’ll be right there to point and laugh and say I told you so,” He huffed, his fingers making light work of the fiddly strap, tightening it until he couldn’t see a single inch of your shirt to the point he heard your breathing constrict, but he thought he’d rather you be a little uncomfortable than shot.

“I mean, if I’m laying bleeding out I won’t really have much to say other than, Reid, get medical, I think they hit something serious, please don’t come to my funeral, you were insufferable enough when I was living,” You said, allowing your body to be tugged back as he started on the other side, because there was no use fighting it when he got in those moods when he always needed to be right.

He paused, his brain catching up to your words and he drew in a silent breath, wondering if the other side of your jacket needed tightening even more, or better yet, if there was any way Hotch would make you stay in the car as back up.

Spencer yanked the strap with a vendetta, ignoring the way you whined it was too tight, and his lips pursed together.

“Would you relax, I was clearly kidding,” You said, thinking his mood had come from your teasing, because you seemed to know exactly what to say to push every one of his buttons, “What I would probably be thinking however is if you’ll be able to flag down a medic with your shoelaces untied,”

His gaze snapped to his converse, and sure enough the double knot he relied on seemed to have failed him, and his strings were hazard material as they dragged along the pavement, already mucky where they’d probably been undone for hours.

“Make sure you do them before we move in, I’m not carrying your bone head out of there if we start taking hits and you trip over your own feet,” You snipped, and he finally released you, immediately leaning down to fix his own issues, completely missing the way your eyes trailed down to make sure he did the loops tight enough because you were being serious when you said it would loathe you to be the one to carry him away from the danger, though probably not in the way he thought.

He huffed, standing back to his full height and giving his feet a wiggle in their shoes to make sure they were comfortable, and he looked back at you where you were watching him carefully, catching the split second where something close to worry pooled in your eyes.

It snapped back into your usual cold demeanour when you realised he was looking straight at you, and you whirled you keep your back to him, inspecting your loaded gun some more as a way to busy yourself.

“Try not to miss, it doesn’t look good on the reports when I have to save your ass twice,” Spencer snarked, and he practically heard the scoff before you even gave it.

“That was one time, Reid, and it was only cause I couldn’t see past your stupid fluffy hair. You’re a cop, Reid, not a poodle, you don't need that much volume,” You snapped back, the two of you squabbling the entire walk to the building, until Hotch separated you for the sake of his growing headache.

He just wished you two would talk things out before he seriously considered Emily’s proposition of locking you in the broom closet together.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #matthew gray gubler x reader

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cloudybarnes · 9 months

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new beginnings

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo very unexpectantly breaks up with you, you try your best to pick yourself back up and move on. theo, on the other hand, seems to be having a harder time of that.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Masterlist

part two :)

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“(Y/N), you’ve got to get out of bed at some point.” Hermione said. She was sitting on the side of your bed while you laid fully wrapped under the covers. Hermione gently tugged the blanket down from your chin, but you whined a little in protest.

“‘Mione, I seriously can’t do this yet.”

Theo, your boyfriend of over a year had broken up with you only a few short days ago. You’d been in bed ever since, heartbroken over what could have been.

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but you have to get up. I can’t let you live the rest of your life in bed! Don’t you know how badly your bum would hurt from laying all of your life?” Hermione joked.

A small smile grew on your lips. “Yeah, that would be pretty tragic. I have too nice of a butt to let that happen.”

Hermione laughed. “There she is! I’ve missed your little jokes. Ron and Harry have become quite boring without you around. I think they’re worried about you.”

You groaned. “Nooo. I hate when people worry about me. It’s just so awkward when I have to be like ‘I’m fine’, ‘no really, I’m fine’.”

Hermione shrugged. “Well, are you?”

You sighed, pulling the covers down from your chin. You looked up at her, a forlorn look on your face. “Definitely not, but I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to be stuck in here for the rest of my life. I just, I just don’t think I can handle seeing him right now.”

Hermione looked at you sadly. “I know. I hate seeing you so upset like this. God, what I would do to put a hex on that boy. He’s quite deserving of it, I would say. Maybe a rat’s tail, or a snake tongue.”

You giggled and sat up in bed. “Or how about we make him bald, or worse, blonde.”

Hermione laughed at that. “Oh, Godric, then we’d have another Draco running around. I don’t think I could handle that.”

“Me either,” you laughed. Slowly, your smile dropped. “I just hate him. Well, no, I don’t hate him. And I hate that! I hate that even after breaking my heart I still love him and long for him.”

Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), I wish I could say something or do something to make this better, I just really don’t know what.”

You shrugged, “yeah, it is what it is. It’s not your fault he’s an ass.”

She chuckled. “So, what do you say? You wanna try to get down to the great hall before dinner starts? I’m sure the guys would like to see you again.”

You thought it over for a minute. You really had missed your friends. Other than Hermione, you’d ostracized yourself from everyone just to avoid Theo.

But were you really ready to see him again? You didn’t think you would ever be ready to see him again.

“You know what,” you stated, “I am gonna go to dinner tonight. And I’m gonna ignore him and see my friends who I’ve missed and ignore the hell out of him because he’s an ass and why should I be the one who has to stay in bed all day?”

“Woohoo!” Hermione cheered. “You’re amazing, let’s get you showered and dressed. I hate to say it, but if you’re gonna get back into the world, you need to wash your hair.”

You chuckled as you picked up a piece of hair to inspect it. “Yeah, okay. Shower first, look really pretty, eat dinner, come back. Piece of cake.”

You pushed the covers off of you as Hermione stood from the bed.

She said, “I’m gonna grab your clothes, so just get in the shower. We shouldn’t be too late to dinner that way.”

You nodded and headed to the bathroom. You were gonna go in there, socialize with your friends, reassure them you were fine, and everything would go back to normal. You hoped.

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“(Y/N)!” Ginny shouted as you and Hermione made it to the Gryffindor table. She stood up from her seat and pulled you right into a hug.

Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you smiled and held her even tighter in the hug. Ginny was an amazing friend to you. She had tried her best to see you, but you didn’t let anyone in. Only Hermione since she shared the room with you.

Pulling away, Ginny dragged you to sit down next to her. Hermione followed suit and sat on the other side of you. “Oh, we’ve missed you so much, (Y/N/N). We’ve all been so worried about you, haven’t we?”

Harry and Ron sat across from you. They both nodded their heads, agreeing with Ginny.

“Yeah, what an ass,” Ron scoffed. “Honestly, someone needs to knock that bloke down from his high horse. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, (Y/N/N).”

“Yeah,” Harry replied as he pushed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Theodore is a walking red flag. I for one am not sorry for him. He lost a good girl and he’s gonna regret what he’s done.”

You smiled at them. “Yeah, I am pretty awesome. Thanks guys.”

They chuckled and continued eating. Merlin knows those two could eat an entire quidditch field full of food.

“Ahem,” a throat cleared from behind you.

Turning around, you saw Enzo standing there sheepishly.

“Uh,” he stuttered, “hey, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you said. “Uh, hi Enzo. Do you need something?” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice. Damn it.

Enzo was probably your favorite of Theo's friends. He was always the one you had most in common with, and therefore connected with pretty easily. You’d never hung out one on one, so you couldn’t really say he was your friend.

“I-no I don’t need something, per say. I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if, uh, that’s alright.”

You looked back at your friends, unsure if you should talk with him or not. They all seemed to be the same amount of weary as you were, but you were intrigued.

“I don’t really want to talk to Theo, if that’s what this is.”

Enzo shook his head. “No! Ahem, no. I wanted to talk to you. To, uh, apologize kind of? I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me, this was silly, I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Enzo,” you cut off his rambling. “I’ll speak with you.” You looked back at your friends as you stood up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

They nodded their heads as you let Enzo lead you away from the table and out the door.

Once you two stood out in the hallway, Enzo kind of just shuffled his feet around, almost as if he was shying away from talking to you.

“Am I supposed to say something first?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No, sorry,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I just feel a little awkward. I know what happened between you and Theo, but I guess I just hoped that didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

Your eyes softened a little at his confession. Enzo’s cheeks blushed a little as you stared at him.

You sighed. You and Enzo really had been good friends, and you weren’t exactly keen on losing his friendship.

“I mean,” he continued, “you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of my poetry, you’re the one I go to when I want to talk about books or get recommendations from, and I just would hate to lose our friendship just because I’m friends with Theo as well.”

Your heart melted. “Enzo, of course I still want to be friends with you. I will admit, I was a little nervous you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore after Theo broke up with me. I really enjoy being your friend.”

Enzo smiled in relief. “Oh good. I thought this would be more awkward and a little bit more sad than how it’s actually going.”

You giggled. “Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if I just had a real breakup as well as a friendship breakup.”

Enzo smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I am really sorry about that. I don’t know why he would ever break up with you in the first place. You’re so kind, and I thought you brought the best out in him.”

You forced an awkward smile. You really did not want to be talking about Theo right now, especially not about how you made him a better person.

Before you could reply, a voice yelled out from behind you.

“Oi!”

Turning around, you could see Theo storming up towards you and Enzo.

“What the fuck, mate?” Theo huffed as he got in between you and Enzo.

“Woah!” You shouted, backing up as Theo got up into Enzo’s face. “Theo, what are you doing?”

He ignored you and kept talking to Enzo. “Are you hitting on my girlfriend? Right after all the shit we just went through?”

“What?” Enzo squeaked. “I’m not hitting on her, I was just talking to her.”

You were pissed. Your fists balled up at your sides as you stomped up to Theo. You grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him away from Enzo. Theo didn’t see it coming, so he stumbled and fell back a couple of steps.

“Get the hell away from him,” you growled. “And what the fuck is wrong with you, Theodore?”

You got between Theo and Enzo, pushing your finger into your ex-boyfriend’s chest accusingly.

“First,” you said, “you break up with me, break my heart, and then you have the fucking nerve to come up here all righteous and accuse Enzo of whatever the fuck you said, all while calling me your girlfriend when you’re the asshole who broke up with me!”

You glared at Theo, watching as his anger turned soft. “I am not your girlfriend anymore, Theodore Nott. You’re the one who made that happen, so you have no fucking right to come up in my conversations acting like I owe you anything.”

“(Y/N),” he softly said. “I… I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come out here all crazy. I just, I hate seeing you with anyone else, even if it’s one of my friends.”

He turned to talk to Enzo, “I’m sorry, mate. Will you give us a few minutes?”

Enzo nodded his head and gave you an awkward smile before heading back into the dining hall.

You huffed, settling down a little as you stared at Theo.

He looked tired. His eyes had circles underneath them, and his cheeks didn’t have their usual flush to them. He was as gorgeous as ever, but he looked drained.

“You don’t look so good,” you pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant.

Theo frowned and softly said, “neither do you.”

Your lips pulled tight in a frown. Theo didn’t need to know how much he had affected you with the breakup.

You sighed, “what are you doing, Theo?”

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “I, uh, I’m not really sure. I just didn’t like seeing you with Enzo.”

“Why? You broke up with me.”

Theo huffed, “I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing you with anyone else. It still feels like I’m supposed to be there. Like I’m supposed to be the one with you. I miss you.”

You shook your head as hurt started to creep back into your heart. “Don’t say things like that to me, Theo. Not after what you did. I loved you, and you broke up with me out of nowhere for no good reason, either.”

“I’m sorry,” he tried to reach for you, but you shrugged off his hand. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I just know that I regret it like crazy. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I’ve always wanted to be with you, I was stupid to let you go. Can you forgive me?”

Your lips pulled tight. “Theo, I can’t just get back with you like this.” You said. “I don’t trust you anymore. You broke my heart, and broke my trust. You gave me no reason for the breakup, so who’s to say it won’t happen right after we get back together?”

He shook his head. “Dolcezza, no. I won’t do that to you, not again. What can I do to prove this to you?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t get back with you. Not like this, and not so soon. You really hurt me, Theo.”

“Well, what if we try being friends at least?” He suggested.

“You wanna be my friend?”

“No,” he said immediately. “But I’ll settle for being your friend for as long as it takes to win you back.”

Your heart warmed at what he had said. Maybe you could try being friends with him. He did really hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

“Okay,” you decided, “I’ll give you a chance to be my friend. Don’t hurt me again, Theodore, or I’ll get Ginny on you.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get my baby back. I can promise you that.”

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evie-sturns · 2 months

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pathetic - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after spending the whole day bickering with your boyfriend, the only option he gives you to get yourself off is to use his thigh.

contains: thigh riding, slight humiliation if you squint, desperate!reader, soft!dom matt

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i stay seated on the arm chair in the living room while matt manspreads on the couch, he’s been ignoring me for the past hour because i “was starting to piss him off”

i cross my legs on the chair as i observe matt, his top teeth slightly sinking into his bottom lip, his arms crossed showing all his tattoos.

his tattoos make me feel a certain way, they turn me on in times like these.

i squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some sort of relief from the ache between my legs

“matt” i say softly, his gaze moves from the tv over to me with a small hum

i toy with the straps of my white tank top, pulling them down to my mid biceps seductively

he instantly looks back at the tv dismissively, i let out a small puff of air frustratedly

“matt” i repeat, my eyes burning into his side profile

he doesn’t respond.

“i need you matt- i need your hands.. anything.” i say, matt looks over at me

“c’mere.” he demands, pointing to the spot infront of him on the floor.

i instantly spring up off the arm chair, speed walking over to the spot infront of matt on the floor, i look down at him on the couch.

“shorts off.” he says, i shimmy my brandy melville shorts down to my ankles before stepping out of them.

“take your tank top off cause you were so desperate to 5 minutes ago.”

i follow his instructions, pulling off my tank top.

i stand fully revealed in front of matt, studying his face carefully.

he pats his right thigh, i hesitate for a second before straddling his thigh.

i feel embarrassed for a second, sitting completely bare on matt’s thigh which is clothed, just like the rest of his body.

he goes back to watching the tv, i go to reach for the waist band of his pyjama pants but he grabs my wrist “nope” he says quietly.

i whine out of embarrassment before slowly starting to rock back and forth on his leg.

“oh fuck-“ i whisper out, placing my hands on his shoulders for support

i repeatedly brush my clit against the fabric of his pants, earning loud whimpers from me.

i flip my head forward, resting on his shoulder as my hair drapes over his chest and neck.

with each rock on his thigh i let out a loud moan “such a fucking slut oh my god.” matt breathes out, almost amused.

my cheeks flush, matt stays looking foward at the tv not paying much attention to me desperately trying to get myself off on his thigh.

i whimper directly into his ear, feeling myself get close

“good girl, let me help you— come all over my thigh” matt speaks before pushing his thigh up, putting more pressure on my clit.

“matt!—“ i call out, squeezing my eyes shut

“so worked up.” he says with a smile, grabbing my hips and pressing me down onto him

“look at you, riding my leg, humping all over my thigh.” matt gently laces his hand into the back of my hair, bringing my head away from his shoulder

he tilts my head down to look at where we meet, his pants which now have a reasonably large damp spot.

my mouth goes slack, matt palms himself with his free hand through his pants, relieving some pressure.

“matt oh my god—“ i whine, my head falling fowards into his chest

matt presses his thigh up again, i let out a loud moan of his name, my nails scratching his shoulders as i feel my orgasm crash over me

all the pleasure i just felt hitting me at once, i arch my back. matt groans at the sight, he can now feel me pulsating on his leg.

i slowly come to a stop, the stimulation becoming too much as i pull back from matt’s chest and lock eyes with him. his cheeks are flushed and he has a small innocent smile on his face.

i’m a panting mess as i glance down between my legs at the mess i made.

“you were wet” he laughs slightly

“me?” i say with a small smirk, pointing down at the very obvious patch that matt’s attempting to cover with his hand

“you’re acting tough when you came in your pants” i tease,

“you’re acting tough like you didn’t just get yourself off on my actual thigh for 10 minutes.” he bites back,

i go to open my mouth again but matt stops me

“you’re acting tough like you weren’t begging me to touch you then ended up resorting to rubbing yourself on my clothes.” he follows up his last comment

i cover my face with my hands “shut up!!” i smile, “go get changed pretty” matt laughs, tapping my hip.

i slowly lift myself off of him, stumbling over to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“sorry about your pants.” i say while redressing myself in the small amount of fabric i had on earlier

“don’t apologise, that shit was so hot.” matt says back, i shake my head with a grin on my face.

i flop back down on the couch next to matt, he reaches a hand out and fixes my messy hair.

just then i hear the door unlock, followed by chris walking inside “sorry guys, gotta piss” he says frantically while jogging over to the stairs with a small glance at us.

“matt why the fuck are your pants so wet did you piss yourself?” he calls out as he runs up the stairs

matt’s eyes widen, his cheeks instantly flushing again

“i spilt water!” he calls out.

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hey guys!! i hope you liked this it was really fun to write

also billie’s world tour wtf?? AND NOT COMING TO NZ but it’s okay i’m going to australia im so excited STOP

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un-lawliet · 7 months

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WHAT IF teen!Gojo and teen!reader are best friends teetering on the edge of lovers but they get into a petty little argument and start ignoring each other right???? so reader goes on a date with someone else to be petty and Gojo internally freaks out. So, him and his friends get in disguises as Gojo tries to sabotage the date without being noticed but instead he accidentally helps the other guy look great and impressive every time💀

Geto, shoko, and Nanami don’t help Satoru. They just watch and laugh😭 good fluffy ending though pls

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !!!!! i loved this idea so so much- i kinda tweaked the request slightly but i hope this is ok <3 i love you and thank you for your patience !

“Normal”

- in which you’re on a date with someone that isn’t Gojo.

“Does this count as stalking?”

It absolutely did count as stalking.

Gojo, Shoko, Nanami and Geto were currently huddled in a dimly lit booth hunkering down as to not be seen by you…or your pompous looking date sat opposite you.

“It’s not stalking.” Gojo splutters, glaring at Geto through the top of his sunglasses, “It’s just..just-”

“You tracking Y/N down and making us watch her on a date.” Shoko muses, rolling a cigarette between her fingers, reaching for her lighter.

“Exactly!”

Nanami groans, his head falling backwards, hair falling over the curve of his eyebrows, hiding his face slightly.

Shaking his head, a small grin dances across Geto’s calm face, watching as Gojo pouts and glares at your table, eyes completely trained on your face.

“‘S’not even that good looking, she just has a thing for guys that flatter her.” He grumbles under his breath, flicking the fancy wall he leaned on.

“Think most girls enjoy feelin’ pretty Gojo.” Shoko replies, hand still feeling around in her pocket, “Oh fuck sakes, I’ve lost my lighter…Hey- Geto, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare one on ya?”

Geto nodded, tossing her a purple lighter from across the table, smiling gently as she thanked him.

“You shouldn’t smoke inside.” Nanami mutters, now staring down at the menu in-front of him, finger tracing along the prices in thought, seeming to pause on the brownie section.

“No one can see, we’re fine.” She sighs, taking a drag and blowing it towards Gojo, grinning as he dramatically clutches his chest, gasping for air.

“What’s the point of us even being here Gojo.” Nanami huffs, side eyeing the bakery stand parallel to their table.

“Because, I need to show her that this..this loser is nothing compared to me!”

“I don’t know Satoru.” Geto muses, taking a sip of his camomile, “Y/N seems pretty into him.”

“Suguru!” Gojo gasps in horror, betrayal dripping from his voice and on to the curve of his disgusted face.

Shoko wiggles her eyebrows teasingly, inhaling before continuing. “He has a point Gojo, I mean look, you ever see her smile like that?”

Gojo whips his head around to stare at you, and Shoko covers her mouth to hide a poorly restrained giggle, sharing a glance with Geto.

“I make her smile like that- She smiles like that with me!!” He whines, and Nanami rolls his eyes.

A waitress smashes a glass from behind the café’s counter, you jump slightly in your seat and turn to look over at the sound, you don’t notice the group of strange looking teenagers ducking down at your movement, concealing themselves poorly in their seats.

Your date laughs at you, you blush and turn back to him bashfully, excusing yourself for being so on edge.

Gojo glares.

“So what’s the plan then Gojo.” Nanami drawls, resting his face on his palm.

“Yes! The plan!” Gojo splutters, looking away from your pretty, pretty face to look at the three of them.

He hesitates and Shoko groans.

“You do have a plan don’t you?”

“Of course I do!..So, the plan..the plan um, well-”

“He has no plan.” Geto interrupts.

“Jesus Christ Gojo.”

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“Shut up!” Gojo exclaims, “I’m thinking give me a second would ya?”

“Nanami if your leaving I’m coming with you.”

“Wanna go now Shoko?”

“Guys!”

Gojo slumps forward in his chair, his face resting on the table as he whines.

Geto rests a hand on his back and chuckles, shaking his head at the two other sorcerers.

“It’s ok Satoru, we can all figure something out ‘kay?”

“Yea?” Gojo replies, his voice muffled by the table.

“Yea.”

Instantly, Gojo springs up, his eyes as wide as his smile.

“Ok let’s brainstorm.” Geto suggest, his voice like honey as he removes his hand from Gojo’s back and reaches back to his tea.

“What if we spill tea over him!” Gojo gasped, pointing towards the cup in Geto’s hand, a sharp look crossing his face.

“Stupid. Y/N would see us.” Shoko grumbles.

“No- See Shoko, the point of a brain storming session means we make suggestions and listen without judgement.” Gojo argues, crossing his arms.

“Yea but your idea was stupid.” Nanami concludes, watching as Shoko nods.

“You suggest something then Nanamin!”

“I’m suggesting nothing, this whole idea is foolish.”

“OoOoh “Foolish” is it?”

“I’m leaving.”

Nanami stands up reaching for his bag, scowling at Gojo.

“Hey, hey Nanami c’mon ignore him he’s just..” Geto pauses with a quick regard to Gojo, “He’s just Satoru.”

“An idiot.” Shoko chimes.

“Yes, an idiot.”

Nanami sighs as he sits down, placing his brown bag back at his feet reluctantly ignoring Gojo’s grin.

“…What if we trip up the waitress as she’s bringing them their food.” Shoko suggests, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

“That could work!”

“No, Satoru, that just causes trouble to the waiting staff.”

“And?”

Geto rolls his eyes, “We don’t need to cause anyone any trouble just because you’re too afraid to just ask Y/N out.”

“I am not afraid!” Gojo moans, putting his face in his hands.

“Uh huh, that’s why you fell out with her when she told you about the date.” Shoko laughs, wiping off ash from her arm.

“What was I supposed to do?” Gojo queries, frowning.

“Talk to her?” Nanami deadpans, “Like a normal person.”

“Our Gojo isn’t normal though.” Shoko winks, nudging an unamused Nanami.

“Focus guys.” Geto says, clapping his hands twice to draw attention.

Your sweet laugh echoes through the cafe, and Gojo pouts, shoulders slumping.

You were supposed to be sitting opposite him laughing.

It was supposed to be his food with which you shared.

And yet one petty argument about some random guy you had met in returning from your last mission asking you out, had ruined everything.

The shared glances between you and Gojo, how you leaned on his shoulder when you slept in classes, the way he would always keep an eye on your cursed energy when joining you in battle.

All those little moments had dissolved in the bitter moments after you informed him of your date, a small smile dancing in your eyes.

“He said I was pretty Toru’” You had said, your eyes wide, and Gojo wanted to cover the love sick gleam glistening in your eyes with his hand.

“I always think your pretty.” He mumbled, watching you cock your head in confusion.

“What was that?” You questioned, leaning towards him slightly, trying to recall his quiet words.

“Nothin’.” His curt response didn’t phase you as you moved backwards, a charming skip in your step.

“Think he sounds stupid.” Gojo was never good at expressing his true feelings, and in that moment, Gojo’s sheer panic over you leaving him overpowered his aloofness.

“You think someone thinking I’m pretty is stupid?” Your shoulders fell, and you turn to him, a small lour crossing your face.

“What? No? That’s not what I-”

“It what’s you said though Toru’” You sighed, and Gojo cursed at himself for the glimmer of insecurity that appeared to vex you in that moment.

“It’s just- Well he’s just stupid.”

“So you are calling him stupid for telling me I’m pretty.”

“No! He’s stupid! Not his words!”

“That’s the same thing Gojo!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

And now Gojo’s watching as Geto summons one of his smallest and weakest curses to push your stupid dates chair over, sunglasses off and held in his fist.

“Oh so we’re actually going with this plan? I wasn’t imagining it?” Shoko muses, stealing a forkful of Nanami’s brownie.

“Nobody else had any better ideas.” Gojo silenced, waving a hand in her direction, practically clamouring on top of Geto to watch.

“Satoru watch it, I can’t see where my curse is going with you on me.” Geto scolds, brushing the white haired man off.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Nanami’s disinterest oozes out from his voice, nudging his plate over to Shoko who smiles brightly at his offer.

Geto flexes his hand, ensuring that the curse went unnoticed by you, it ducked under a table and weaved between chair legs.

“Make sure Y/N doesn’t see it!” Gojo panics, his hand covering his mouth.

Geto pauses, and looks over his shoulder towards Gojo, eyebrow raised.

“…Sit down Satoru.”

And Gojo immediately drops, hands on his legs.

The curse bobbles over to under your dates chair, and Geto smiles, before releasing his hold.

The sound of your dates chair toppling over boomed through the cafe, and with a swift flick of his finger, the curse dissapears, and all four of the sorcerer’s immediately drop their heads.

“Oh my God? Are you ok?!” Your concerned voice follows, and you stand up instantly, rushing towards your date, who grins at you from the floor.

“Oops, must have slipped.” He smiles, accepting your hand in helping in up, wiping the memory of his fall off of his jeans. “At least I have a pretty lady to help me in my moment of weakness.”

You giggle, and push his shoulder, “Oh shush you tease.” Bending over to pick up his chair.

“Oh no don’t worry I got it.” Your date winks, helping you lift the chair.

“How??!?!” Gojo groans, watching you swoon, “What is happening?”

“Man.. She must really like him eh?” Shoko offers, sharing a cheeky smile with Geto.

“Maybe it’s hopeless.” Nanami chimes in, “Do you want to finish this?” He asks Shoko, gesturing to the half eaten brownie.

“Actually?”

“Yea go on, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“Maybe.” Geto cuts in, “Maybe we should just leave them be? Let it fizzle out naturally?”

“What if there is no naturally Suguru.” Gojo mopes, kicking the leg of the table.

“Gojo it’s obvious she likes you, and it’s obvious you’re both smitten.” Shoko says, her voice muffled and she finishes Nanami’s brownie.

“..You think?”

“Everyone thinks.” Nanami replies, “Haibara thought you two were dating when we first joined the school.”

“How is Haibara by the way?” Geto questioned, “Why didn’t he join us?”

“Not sure, he said something about needing more sleep before his first solo mission.”

“Isn’t that next week?” Shoko adds.

“He likes his sleep.”

“Come on guys! Focus!!” Gojo exclaims. “I’m in a dire situation here!!”

“A dire situation that could be solved with a conversation, Gojo.” Nanami rolls his eyes.

“Try the curse again Suguru.”

“Satoru it didn’t work once, it probably won’t work a second time.”

“Ugh.” Gojo slumps back, a sigh escaping his lips. “If you’re all so sure Y/N likes me, then why is she with that loser right now?”

“She probably got tired waiting for you to make a move Gojo.” Shoko replies.

“Yea the “will they, won’t they” becomes tiresome after a while.” Geto agrees, pushing his empty cup towards the middle of the table.

“Ah!” Shoko says pointing over at you.

“They’re leaving Gojo.” Nanami affirms, joining Shoko in pointing.

“What?!?” Gojo gapes, “No!”

Geto laughs, shoving Gojo to his feet, watching you leave the cafe. “Go get her Satoru.”

“But how?” Gojo moans.

“Just go!” They all exclaim, and Gojo pauses for a split second before he’s bounding towards the door.

By the time he’s outside, you’re waving goodbye to your date, promising to call him as he walks the other way.

You look happy he thinks, and suddenly feels very out of place.

Gojo’s begins to turn to go back into the cafe, admitting defeat, when he hears your voice behind him.

“Gojo?” You gasp, disbelief permeating from your voice. And Gojo freezes, turning around awkwardly to face you.

“Hi.” Gojo replied, scuffing his shoes against the ground as he approaches you, hands in his pockets attempting to appear cool.

You look at him, your mouth slightly agape as you fiddle with the sleeve of your jumper, processing his appearance.

“You followed me to my date?” You ask accusingly, glancing around.

“He didn’t offer to take you home?” Gojo chooses to ignore you, refusing to acknowledge the implication of your words.

“I told him I could go back by myself.”

“Some guy.”

“Satoru.” You pause, lifting a hand to stop him, “Why are you here?”

A car drives past the pair of you, it’s headlights cast shadows across his perfect face and your hold yourself back from staring.

He stalls, looking at you for a moment. “C’mere, I’ll walk you home.”

“Satoru.”

You’re tired of his deflections, for once you just want to talk.

You both stare at each-other, silence decorating the air between you.

And Gojo shakes his head, stepping backwards and looking away.

“You look good.” He mutters.

“Good?”

“Pretty alright? You look pretty, he was right.”

“My date?”

Gojo’s sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose slightly as he leans down to look at you.

“Who else?” He muses.

You don’t understand, your heart fluttering pathetically in your chest as you prove further.

“Why are you telling me this now?” You ask, your voice light, scarce of hope.

“Because.” Gojo hesitates, hating how unsure he sounds in this moment. “Because you are.”

You step towards him, it’s a slow movement and Gojo watches you almost cautiously.

“It took me going on a date with someone else for you to finally say something?” You tease, your hands shaking despite the confidence in your words.

“Would have said something without him, y’know?”

“..Really?” Your eyes widen, a tiny grin crossing your face.

Gojo nods, and you take another step and hug him, burying your face in the warmth of his chest.

And Gojo’s smile almost hurts his cheeks as he wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you in closer.

“You’re an idiot.” You mumble, looking up at him.

“But you like me.” He replies, cockily grinning down at you, blue eyes sparkling.

“Yea, I do.” You whisper, clinging to him, moving your head backdown to face his chest, face burning with your confession.

A small kiss is placed on the top of your head and you hold back a giddy laugh, pulling away from his embrace completely.

“So…Does that mean you’ll let me take you out?” Gojo questions, taking your hand and pulling you gently along to walk with him.

“Hmm I don’t know..Are you asking?” Your head leans on his arm, grabbing his arm as you walk.

“I would take you somewhere much better than that shitty cafe.”

And you’re laughing, “You love that cafe Toru.”

And he laughs with you, a long arm circling around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

And Geto, Shoko and Nanami watch from the window of the cafe, shaking their heads.

“Idiots.” Shoko says.

“Completely.” Nanami agrees.

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A/N : HELLLLLOOOO PEOPLE !! ABBY’S BACK !!! thank you for the request sweets this is literally one of my favourite concepts ever I cannot cope!!!! I love teenage Gojo so much :( BUT ALSO Shoko <333333 — i hope everyone is happy and healthy, i finished this at 2am and i have school tmrw pls kill me rn i hope a car hits me when i walk in, genuinley this no longer a joke.

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toniiswrld · 3 months

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only you ☆ p.sh

park sunghoon x reader

jealous gf and reassuring bf >>>

🎀 smut 1&+ MDNI , fem!reader , small joke ab violence, dom!hoon , oral (f) , unprotected sex , creampie , kinda soft but like a little possessive , pet names (princess , baby)

⭐️ wc. 1.6k

🎧 love between… kali uchis

“baby, you seriously can’t still be mad at me right now, we've been back home for an hour” sunghoon groans as he follows you into the living room, watching as you sit on the opposite end of the couch.

“um, yes i can. that girl was all over you in the store! and i was literally right there! i’ll be mad as long as i want,” you pout, arms folding over your chest in annoyance to your oblivious boyfriend.

“but how is that my fault? it’s not like i flirted back. i simply ignored her advances, which is what i’m supposed to do… so why are you mad?”

“that’s just the bare minimum, hoon. you’re supposed to say ‘my super hot amazing girlfriend would kill you if you thought i'd pick you over her’ and then you punch her right in the stomach” you smile, feeling like you made a valid point and hoping that sunghoon would take notes. he just looks at you shocked, not very amused by your statement.

“i love you, so much… but im not punching a woman in the stomach” he chuckles, and you pout again.

“i guess you don’t really love me then!” you get up from the couch, storming into the kitchen to get away from the male who clearly doesn’t understand the severity of the matter.

he follows close behind you, not liking your little jealous attitude and wanting you to know that there was nothing for you to worry about. you were looking in the cabinet for a snack when you felt sunghoon behind you, turning your body around so you could look at him.

“baby, i love you, and only you” his voice was serious, letting you know that he meant every word and he wasn’t playing around.

you lean backwards, body supported by your hands on the counter. you give sunghoon a challenging look, trying to keep your attitude intact while he stares you down. “mhm… prove it then”

he has you pressed against the kitchen counter now, hand holding your hips still while he grabs your chin and brings it up so he could press his lips on yours. it was soft, but full of emotion. you give into him so easy, dropping the jealous act the moment his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. his hand on your hip moves to your ass, gripping the flesh over your pants. you groan, pushing your body closer to sunghoons while you bring your arms up to wrap around his neck.

his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and bites on the exposed skin until his mouth reached your chest. he pulled away from you, looking at how your eyes were hooded and lips swollen from his kissing and from you biting them.

he groped at your breasts with each hand, pinching your hard nipples through your tank top which made you help.

“hoon” you whine, letting your hands rest back onto the counter behind you while sunghoon played with your tits through your shirt.

“yes, princess?”

“want you,”

“tell me what you want,”

you bring your hand to his, grabbing onto him and guiding his hand down to where you needed him most. you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he doesn’t try to tease you further and he gives you what you want.

he slips his hand into your pants, shifting your panties to the side so he could drag a finger through your slit. you bite back a moan, watching as sunghoon looks down at you in awe.

“so wet already princess, a little kissing has you this desperate for me already, huh?” his tone was condescending as he slipped his middle and ring finger into your cunt, making you let out a choked out moan.

“shit, yes. want you so bad hoon, please” you move your hips up, grinding on his fingers. he hums, leaving a quick kiss on your lips before pulling his fingers out of you. before you could whine about the loss, sunghoon was turning you around and bending your body over the countertop. still not giving you a moment to process, he was hooking his fingers into the fabric of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. all you could do was gasp at the cold room air hitting your exposed core.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. wouldn’t even think of wanting another one” he spreads your legs apart, getting down on his knees so he could be face to face with your pussy. hands resting where your ass and thighs connect, he grips the flesh to pull your folds apart to see how wet you are. the contact had you moaning, hips moving in the air as if there was anything touching you. the way you were positioned, you couldn’t see what sunghoon was doing. so you had no choice but to wait for him to make a move.

that's when you felt his lips on you, kissing all around your inner thighs with wet lips. he licked, sucked, and bit on the skin, getting closer and closer to your cunt with every kiss. you knew it was coming, but you were still caught by surprise when you finally felt his tongue come in contact with your clit. grabbing onto whatever your hands could reach, you held on tightly to the edge of the counter to keep yourself from falling.

“s-sunghoon! fuck, baby it feels so good” you cry out when his flicks to your clit turn into sucks and you can feel his nose prodding at your dripping hole. he’d move up to collect all your juices on his tongue, then back to your clit. he had a mixture of saliva and your arousal dripping down his chin, but it didn’t matter to him because he had your legs shaking over him.

“taste so good, all for me?” he mumbles from under you, he’s spreading your folds open while he talks, blowing lightly onto your clit forcing a whimper from you. your body from the waist down was strained, clit throbbing, legs aching from how you were bent over and nearly on your tippy toes, and sunghoons grip on your thighs getting stronger.

“mmmhm, always for you hoon. ‘m gna cum” you felt the string in your stomach get closer and closer to snapping, feeling like you would explode at any moment.

with your little warning of your impending orgasm, sunghoons lips and hands were off of you. your eyes that were threatening to close now wide open, the ache in between your thighs coming back and you feel like you were going to cry. you tried to stand up so you could turn to sunghoon, but he was already a step ahead of you. he had pushed you back down onto the counter, grabbing both your hands in one of his and holding them in place on your back.

“sorry princess. want you cumming around my cock, mkay?” he was pulling his pants down with his free hand, freeing his cock from the tight feeling of it straining in his boxers. all you could do was nod, the moan that left your lips being taken as a yes before sunghoon was lining himself up with your entrance.

with a small push, he was sliding right into you with a hiss. you ball your fists up, not being able to hold onto anything while sunghoon stretches you open with his cock. once he bottoms out, he pulls out almost completely before pushing himself back in with a sharp thrust. you gasp, him repeating this action twice before he finds a rhythm. he moves fast, hand gripping onto your waist while he pistons his hips into yours.

“taking my cock so well princess,” he groans out, words coming out slurred as he tries to keep his pace. “shit baby, you’re so tight for me”

you could feel yourself getting close again, the way you were bent over had sunghoons cock hitting a spot deep inside you, making you let out choked sobs every time he thrusted into you.

“hoonie, baby please let me cum, m’so close” the words come out in between cries, and you feel the hand that was holding you up wrap around to rub messy circles on your clit. you felt like you were on fire, the stimulation becoming painful the closer you got to your peak.

“cum for me, make a mess all over my cock princess” with the delicious pressure of his fingers on your clit, you were cumming before he could even finish his sentence. your body spasmed, clenching hard on sunghoons cock as you subconsciously tried to push away from him. you couldn’t move much with the hold he had on you, and he kept his fingers on your clit while he finally reached his own orgasm, giving you a few more harsh thrusts before his hips stilled as his cum filled you up. you both moan out, out of breath and completely fucked out.

he releases his hold on your hands, letting them rest on the counter where your head lays, and he’s leaning over you to place a kiss on your shoulder.

“still mad at me baby?”

“i don’t know, you might have to prove yourself again in the shower”

A/N: first enha fic on this account 🤭🤭 i hope you guys liked it. more coming soon !!

reqs are open !! -> 🎀

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crushmeeren · 3 months

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Bakugou/Fem Reader/Kirishima

Gym Scenario

NSFW one shot — all characters aged up/18+. Move on or block if that bothers you.

Warnings; dirty talk, pussy eating, blowjobs, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, Eijirou cums inside reader

I was VERY excited to write this and for some reason it became so fucking hard to write. It took FOREVER — I edited, re-edited and re-edited it some more until it became something I’m semi happy with. Cuz fuck me LOL.

Anywho, hope you all enjoy!

•••••••••

“Don’t be such a pussy. You know you can fucking do it, so do it,” Katsuki demands, jaw clenched. Irritation laces his voice.

Unfortunately, the harsh pep talk doesn’t quite motivate you the way he wants.

You know it’s his way of being encouraging, but his efforts fall flat.

“Fuck off Kat,” you bite, panting heavily. “God! I wish Ei was here,” you hiss crossly, gritting your teeth.

Your sweat covered palms slip over your bare knees as you bend in half, desperately gulping down air, heart rate erratic.

Katsuki clicks his tongue behind his teeth, laughing — which sounds more like he’s mocking you, tapping his foot impatiently.

Clearly he’s not offended.

“Why? So he can baby your ass?” He taunts, lifting his chin up. He crosses his arms over his tank top clad chest.

He sits up straight on the workout bench across from you, one leg stretched out in front of him.

You throw him an icy glare, choosing to ignore his jab.

Standing upright, you use the bottom of your muscle tank to wipe off the metric ton of sweat pouring down your face.

The scent of your shirt is overwhelming and gross. Your nose wrinkles in distaste.

You’ve been at the gym with Katsuki for two hours. Two grueling, lactic acid filled hours.

The gym at Eijirou and Katsuki’s agency is relatively quiet and secluded. With all the equipment you could ever hope for.

Naturally, Katsuki woke up deciding today was the mother of all days to work on one rep maxes.

You’re both off work. Ei is out on patrol — so Katsuki can push, bully you into lifting as much weight as he wants.

Katsuki swears it’s so you can’t run to Eijirou with “big ass doe eyes” and a pout whenever you get tired and want to go home.

So, here you are, stuck with Katsuki. He’s already hit a new PR and you’re working on yours. You’ve failed this weight three times already.

You could put your fist through a wall you’re so pissed off.

Your glutes are on fire. Your hamstrings are on fire. Your lower back is on fucking fire.

Still, your boyfriend is ruthless. You’re reaching a boiling point.

“Kaaaat,” you whine, dragging out the A in his name. “I can’t do this today. Please, I just - I wanna go home. I wanna see Ei.”

Tears of frustration start to sting and well up in your eyes.

You sniff, adjusting the strap of your lifting belt tighter, avoiding Katsuki’s gaze.

An exasperated albeit fond sigh hits your ears. You take to fiddling with the hem of your stretchy biker shorts, irritated in your own lack of ability.

It sits in your chest like a lead balloon.

The bench protests as Katsuki rises from his seat. You adamantly stare at a crack in the black mats that make up the floor, shifting from foot to foot.

You listen to his quiet footsteps approaching until suddenly black lifting shoes fill your vision.

Gently, a thumb and forefinger grip your chin. Katsuki tilts your head until you’re meeting his warm yet intense ruby red stare.

You deflate, becoming putty in his hold.

“Baby,” he begins, rough voice infinitely softer now. “You are going to fucking lift this weight. You’re stronger than you know.” He’s overly confident, as normal.

Your lower lip wobbles, heat creeping up your neck and burrowing into your cheeks.

As infuriating as he can be, he’s no doubt your biggest supporter, fan, etc. Not counting Eijirou.

Katsuki’s unwavering belief in you sends goosebumps crawling up your sweat soaked arms. It ultimately convinces you to try again.

Wrapping your fingers around the wrist helping support your chin, you feel his steady pulse thudding.

“One more time and then we can go home?” You ask reluctantly. His lips curl into a smug grin realizing he’s won you over.

Playfully, Katsuki shakes your head side to side, grip tightening on your chin.

“Yeah whatever,” he relents, rolling his eyes. “Ya know, if you hit this, I’ll give you a reward,” he says nonchalantly, trailing his hand down to snake around your throat with a barely there pressure.

“What kind of reward?” You eye him suspiciously. Although, you’d be remiss to deny the anticipation his words bring.

He leans into your personal space, smirking like the Cheshire cat. It gives you a close up of the golden brown freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose.

The air between you sparks dangerously. Warm like the left over embers of a bonfire.

“How bout, I eat that cunt till you’re squirting all over my face, yeah?” He purrs, squeezing your throat a bit harsher.

You grab his tank top with both hands, inhaling sharply. Katsuki’s tone of voice, his words - your entire body flashes hot within the second.

“Oh?” You squeak out, trying to ground yourself while you’re this close to him.

Katsuki pushes in until his soft lips brush your ear lobe. It tickles pleasantly.

He slips two fingers into the top of your lifting belt, tugging you to his chest.

“Fuck yes. I’ll get you so soft, so goddamn pliant, that Ei will just slip right into your pussy when he gets home,” he whispers, voice low and gravelly.

“Oh god,” you groan, letting your forehead thump onto his collar bone. You fist his shirt until your knuckles are white, a blistering heat gathering in your belly.

Katsuki snickers, placing a kiss to your jaw and pulling back to force your head up, leveling his gaze with yours.

“C’mon baby, you know how much Ei loves that. So, why don’t you be a good girl, hit this lift and let me take your ass home.”

With that he’s gone. Leaving you to soak in the offer, causally making his way back to the bench.

Your hands linger mid air where they held his tank top. Blinking rapidly you watch him — mind blown, shattered, melted.

He sends you a pointed look to say “hurry the hell up”, resting his left hand on the seat to hold his weight.

You breeze through your personal record the very next try.

•••

One steamy, rushed shower later — you’re spread open wide, entirely bare and resting on your back.

The cool sheets on your bed help soothe your sweltering skin.

You’re not alone. Katsuki’s naked too. Comfortably laid out on his belly between your thighs.

He’s lazily pumping two fingers in and out of your drooling pussy. Paying close attention to the lewd way you suck him in.

Yearning, insatiable. Cunt strangling every coherent thought from his head besides the stunning view in front of him.

Katsuki reaches up to take hold of your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. He runs his thumb over your palm, keeping you focused on him.

He casually rests your conjoined hands on the mattress near your hip.

Your low moans pierce the air when Katsuki sinks his canines into the delicate area of your inner thighs.

Katsuki gazes up at you through his long lashes while he marks you with dark reddish purple hickeys over and over.

They ache and sting, pulsating dully. Each new bite causes your pussy to flutter. It steals your breath away — the way he’s taking you apart.

Yet, you’re getting restless, squirming in the blonde’s hold. By now, you’ve already sent a salacious video of you deep throating Katsuki’s cock to Eijirou.

Drool and precum dripping down your chin, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded for the camera. Katsuki’s husky moans decorating the background.

Anything to seduce Eijirou, to tempt him into getting home quicker. You’re proud to admit it works almost too well.

He instantly replies he’ll be home in 20 minutes.

That was about 15 ish minutes ago. You’ve already been made to cum twice since then.

Katsuki had let his release spill down your throat right after he clicked send on the video. Now he’s currently inching you towards a third orgasm.

You’re aware Katsuki’s going to make you squirt this time. The slight fullness and pressure building in your bladder is a telling indicator.

He’s also trying to his damndest to stretch this out until Eijirou gets home. Craving for the red head to be his captive audience.

You share his desire. Longing for your currently absent boyfriend to just be here already. You desperately want Eijirou to turn you into a pretzel.

Nevertheless, it’s exhilarating how sweetly Katsuki’s treating you for the time being. He’s normally a bit rougher so this tender side of his is turning you to a pile of mush.

Slim fingers curl up into your sweet spot, stroking it lovingly, sending a warm shiver snaking down your spine.

Your back bows off the bed with something similar to a keen falling from your lips.

“Katsuki!” You cry out his name. It sounds as sinful as a curse and as holy as a prayer.

You free hand bunches the silky sheets up in pleasure, skull digging into the mattress below.

“Yeah that’s right. Your pussy feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it princess?” He purrs, tone almost patronizing.

But he can’t hide the underlying simmering heat coloring his voice.

His soft lips plant a kiss over your swollen clit and it gets your blood buzzing.

“So — ah! So f-fucking good Kat,” you babble, eyes falling shut. It’s irresistible, the pull you feel to roll your hips in time with his thrusts.

You’re almost feverish from it all, cheeks so scalding steam may as well rise from them.

You cling to Katsuki’s hand even more while he edges your orgasm to the surface, intermittently kitten licking your puffy clit.

You tilt your head, glancing down at Katsuki with half lidded eyes, slack jawed. He keeps his leisure pace, stretching the rubber band of your climax to its limit.

The blonde’s expression mirrors yours. Dilated pupils, red blossoming brightly over his cheeks and down his throat — lids so heavy they’re almost closing.

His stare is laced with a rabid want that you recognize all too well.

The sight of him occasionally rocking his hips down into the mattress sets your nerve endings alight.

It’s obscene, the way he chases relief for his obviously aching, full cock. You think he’s more than likely smearing precum along the sheets below.

He never fails to become drenched when he’s so badly turned on.

You stare briefly at the ceiling, knowing it’ll be over immediately if you keep leering at him.

You’re already on the cusp of cumming. The slow, sweet buildup of it making your heart pound brutally behind your rib cage.

Katsuki rips a high pitched wounded noise from your throat when he suckles on your clit again. Your free hand shoots out to tangle and twist his soft blonde hair.

A fresh wave of goosebumps light up over your arms, a thrill racing through you as he devours you. Instinctively you cross your ankles over Katsuki’s upper back.

You’re huffing, tits heaving with the rise and fall of your breathing.

You try to warn him, open your mouth to tell him you’re about to cum — but you’re interrupted by your bedroom door swinging open.

Katsuki halts his movement, your orgasm fading into the background as both your heads snap towards the direction of the door.

You don’t have time to be upset about it because finally your other boyfriend is home.

Eijirou stands there in street clothes, broad shoulders filling up most the doorframe.

His red strands hang loosely, framing his face. The ends are dripping, remnants of a quick shower he must have taken at the agency.

Eijirou wolf whistles.

“Well damn! What did I do to deserve walking in on a sweet treat like this?” Eijirou teases, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder on the doorframe.

“Ei! You’re ho—oh fuck!” You begin to greet him but cry out when Katsuki brushes the pads of his fingers over your sweet spot intentionally, startling you.

You untangle yourself completely from the blonde, leaning up and bracing your weight on your elbows.

You shove at the blonde’s shoulder with your heel, half heartedly scowling at him.

Katsuki snickers, pillowing his cheek on your squishy thigh and slyly looking over to Eijirou. He looks quite seductive, red eyes full of mirth.

Eijirou laughs delightedly at the playful display. The sides of his eyes crinkle when he beams at you both.

“Oi, quit fucking around Ei. Take your damn clothes off and get your ass over here.” You smoothly join Katsuki in egging the other on.

“Yeah Eijirou, been waiting a lifetime for you to come home. Katsuki wants to put on a show for you.”

Katsuki barks out a laugh, wanting to deny it, but he can’t.

“Okay! Okay, I’m hurrying,” Eijirou giggles, cheeks turning a soft peachy pink.

He wastes no time, disrobing quickly. Pulling down the zipper of his hoodie to reveal he’s wearing nothing underneath.

Eijirou ignores the over the top catcalls you both throw his way. Mumbling under his breath, pretending he doesn’t love it.

He sheds the jacket, dropping it carelessly to the floor as he makes his way to the side of the bed. He slips out of his sweats just as shamelessly.

You watch Eijirou’s already half hard cock twitch when you reach out for him. He eagerly accepts it, kneeling on the bed next to your head.

You look up at him adoringly, lips turning up into a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks twinge.

“Hi Ei, we missed you,” you croon, affectionately squeezing his hand.

In response, he bends down to give you a sweet kiss in greeting. It’s brief, but makes you feel like you’re bathed in sunshine either way. He pulls back, a question clearly on his lips.

“Wanna sit in my lap baby? I’ll get the best view of you that way,” Eijirou says, entirely serious. He shuffles until he can sit behind your head, bracing his back on pillows and the headboard.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you reply. Scooting yourself backwards until you’re able to slot in between his wide spread thighs, resting your own sticky back along his chest.

As you do so, Katsuki chases you, inching forward. He never lets his fingers leave the searing heat of your pussy.

“Oh fuck,” you laugh breathlessly, taking note of their presence. You tighten around him greedily, desire burning you to ash.

“Oh princess, look at you. Even more fucking needy now that Ei is home,” Katsuki comments meanly, digging his thumb into your puffy clit as he settles in his new spot.

A weak yelp leaves you at how sharp the sensation becomes.

You feel the rumble of Eijirou’s laughter as it vibrates throughout his chest.

“Maybe I just want to cum,” you chide him. “You’ve been edging me forever.”

Katsuki doesn’t respond. Just grins like he’s won the lottery, a bit manic, and sets an borderline violent and relentless pace.

The howl you produce is ear splitting. The sudden dynamic shift begging your spine to bend but Eijirou quickly keeps you caged in.

He wraps his thick biceps around your stomach, hooking his chin into the muscle just behind your collarbone.

“Be good,” Eijirou warns. “You wanted this yeah? Then let Kat do what he wants.”

You scramble to lock onto his forearms, nails dragging angry lines over his skin.

You obediently nod along with what he tells you, starting to get the impression your skin is too tight to fit over your bones.

Your body bounces in time with Katsuki’s motions and the razor sharp points of Eijirou’s teeth threaten to pierce the delicate flesh of your shoulder.

Mercifully, your orgasm comes on like a freight train. In less than a minute to be exact.

Katsuki bullies your sweet spot with a precision only he could possess. Flicking his tongue over your clit in a steady up and down rhythm.

Pleasure pulses white hot in your pelvis, threatening to prickle out all over your waiting body.

“Oh. Oh, I’m gonna cum Kat! Ei, please, shit!” you curse, head spinning, not even sure what you’re begging them for.

“That’s it babygirl, we’ve got you,” Eijirou coos, tone a 180 from a couple minutes prior.

You’re wiggling in his iron clad grip, on the edge of exploding. One more push is all you need.

The stifling heat of Katsuki’s mouth envelops your clit once more, sucking.

Then, your toes curl into the sheets, all the muscles in your lower half tensing as your climax rips you apart.

You hold onto Eijirou’s forearms for dear life, molten lava gushing through your veins like a busted dam.

Katsuki pulls his mouth away with a wet pop, punishing you with each slippery glide of his fingers. You don’t think you can take much more, crossing into over sensitive territory.

Yet, it doesn’t matter, the looming pressure on your bladder gives without your permission.

“You’re so hot like this baby. Now fucking squirt for me,” Katsuki snarls. Eijirou’s cock kicks where it’s trapped against your lower back.

It’s too easy to bend to his will.

You’re soaking the blondes chin and wrist before you know what’s happening, liquid running down to your ass.

His head jerks back, briefly startled, before his eyes get wide.

Katsuki slows, lolling his tongue out to lick his drenched lips for a taste. He moans, flush traveling down to his chest.

“No more,” you complain, hips stuttering as you push at his forehead.

You try to catch your breath, coming down from the high — becoming boneless on Eijirou’s chest.

“Good job sweet girl, you did so well my love,” Eijirou murmurs in your ear. His breath tickles your cheek and you lean into him. The red head smoothes his palm over your belly.

Katsuki slips his fingers free, biting the inside of his cheek when your pussy desperately tries to keep him from leaving you empty.

He rises up, settling back on his calves. He admires how drenched his hand has become.

He arches one pretty blonde eyebrow, smirking at his boyfriend.

“Want a taste of her Ei?” Katsuki asks teasingly, wiggling his fingers at the red head.

Eijirou hums his agreement.

Katsuki surges forward, leaning over you, dangling his dripping hand in front of Eijirou.

Katsuki’s cock, hot and heavy, brushes your lower belly. God, you just want to drag him down by his slim hips, flip him over and ride him until he sees stars.

But you don’t. The deep seated desire for Eijirou to fold you in half wins out.

You tilt your head up just in time to witness Eijirou’s pink tongue dart out for a taste.

He trails his tongue up Katsuki’s fingers, dipping into the grooves between.

You shudder, simultaneously moaning with the blonde.

“Ei,” you interject brokenly. “I need you to fuck me, now please.” Eijirou’s boner jumps against your lower back.

“I can totally do that,” Eijirou responds quickly, playfully pushing at your back. You laugh, looking up at Katsuki expectantly.

He’s still hovering over you.

“Yeah whatever I just wanna watch Eijirou fuck you silly.” He winks at you. You swallow and it’s like your throat’s lined with cotton balls.

Katsuki retreats, loosely circling his fingers at the base of his cock and squeezing.

“C’mon Ei, I’ve been waiting for you all day,” you giggle, sliding down until you’re flat on your back again.

You plant your feet on the bed, allowing your legs to fall open as wide as they’ll go.

“I won’t make you wait any longer baby,” Eijirou assures. He crawls down as Katsuki moves upwards, effortlessly switching places.

Katsuki’s knees bracket your head as he maneuvers until he’s comfortable. If you glance backwards you’ll be met with the view of the blonde’s cock and his partially obscured face.

“Ready pretty girl?” Eijirou asks, pawing at the squishy spots of your thighs, inching close enough until he can part the lips of your pussy with his shaft. Pink head bumping into your clit.

You nod, biting into your lower lip.

Eijirou uses his thumb to angle his cock down where your warmth waits to greet him. To suck him in like a vice. To clamp down around him until his brain is fuzzy.

He barely dips the head of his cock in once, twice — before finally applying enough pressure his tip fully pops in.

The initial stretch makes you shiver. As he fills you with the rest of his cock, you start to tremble.

Your pussy doesn’t offer even a hint of resistance.

You wheeze out his name, when he bottoms out. Eijirou’s blunt nails leave indentations on the backs of your thighs as he pushes them a bit towards your chest.

His grip is bruising, licking his lips as he concentrates on being still so you can adjust.

You look down to where you’re connected, fists clenched in the sheets by your sides. Your pelvis throbs briefly from just how big his cock is.

Eijirou grabs your attention with a strangled sound. Your gaze flickers back to him and his expression is pleading, impatient.

You snort, giving him the go ahead.

He runs with it, proceeding to carve out a space inside you for himself. His eyes flutter shut as your pussy pulses, choking his cock.

His lips part slightly, eyes glued to where you’re swallowing him just right.

He rolls his hips, pulling back and thrusting in with a singular fluid motion. Slowly working up to a rougher, faster pace.

Katsuki’s curses from somewhere behind you. Voice low and ragged as he tells you just how fucking pretty you look taking Ei’s cock.

You echo the sentiment, praising the red head as he shifts around on his knees and thrusts harder.

Eijirou whimpers, taking your ankles, lifting until your knees hook over his shoulders. He bends you in half, placing his hands by your head.

A moan is punched out of your chest and you cling to his shoulders. It feels like his cock is in your belly.

“Eijirou, holy shit! Please — don’t stop!” you beg, voice edging on a sob. Katsuki hisses in pleasure behind you. The slick, wet sound of him jerking his cock burned into your ears.

“Anything baby, whatever you want,” Eijirou says with a breathy sigh, fucking you hard enough to bounce your body with each thrust. The smack of his skin against yours spurs him on even further.

Your pussy chases his cock every time he pulls back, not letting him go for a second. He fucks you until you feel high, and when you get impossibly tighter — he knows you’re cumming.

Eijirou talks you through it, because of course he does.

He makes sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he can.

A drop of sweat falls from the tip of his nose into the valley between your tits, admiring the way your body releases all its tension as you come down from the high.

“Good girl, you cum so beautifully for me,” Eijirou praises. “I’m gonna cum inside you okay?” He’s panting as he moves, clearly hanging on by a thread.

“Cum for me Ei,” you murmur, trailing your hands up and wrapping your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Eijirou whines as you pull him down into a hungry kiss, attempting to eat him alive.

He whimpers into your mouth, shoving his cock to the hilt in your pussy. A new warmth blooms inside you as your boyfriend cums.

Eijirou wrenches his mouth from yours to gasp, jaw falling open as he rides out the last few pulses of his orgasm.

A high pitched whine slices through the gooey atmosphere and you look backwards just in time to watch Katsuki’s gorgeous face as he cums.

Eyes pinched shut, the muscles of his neck straining as he tosses his head back on the headboard with a thump.

He traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth, partially muffling the next moan he can’t control.

Eijirou hisses when your pussy involuntarily flutters around him as you watch the blonde squirm with pleasure.

Katsuki’s shoulders drop as he relaxes, chest heaving. His stomach is covered in cum. As is his chest — there’s even some on his cheek.

Reluctantly, your attention snaps back to Eijirou when he gingerly pulls his softening cock free. Taking a moment to track the way his release sluggishly flows from you.

“Enjoying the view?” You ask coyly. Eijirou glances at you in surprise, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous laugh.

“I always do.” He’s giggling now.

“Fucking sap,” Katsuki snorts.

“Hey!” Eijirou protests. You laugh, reaching backwards to slap Katsuki’s ankle.

“Don’t listen to him Ei, he’s just as bad.”

Playful banter consumes the three of you as you enjoy the relaxing and affectionate atmosphere.

Eventually, you manage to clean yourselves up.

You and Eijirou easily convince Katsuki to cook and fill your bellies with food.

As you wait, you sit at island in your kitchen.

Happily retelling Eijirou how you got a new PR today at the gym.

Not leaving out the way Katsuki used dirty tricks and promises of sex to persuade you, which makes Eijirou laugh out loud.

Katsuki just raises his middle finger over his shoulder in return, taking all the credit for your lift either way.

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