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heechaconnecore · 3 days
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Friend Zone. (Enhypen OT7 Ver.)
Warning: Smut(OT6 except Ni-ki), cursing
MDNI!
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SECOND POST IN THIS ACCOUNT! ♡
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lilacnini · 3 days
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HIDE IT OR NOT? — 001 the beginning
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SYNOPSIS: your father is practically full-on rivals with the sim corporations. ever since you were little, you remember your father and mother always mumbling about how "disgusting" they are and talking badly about them. after years pass, you attend the same high school and university. at first, the two of you hated each other's guts due to your parents' rivalry. but as years passed, you seem not to hate jake that much. soon, both of you had fallen in love with each other. but how could you tell your parents that you fell in love with their rival company's son?
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𐙚 pairing: sonofceorival!jake x daughterofceofem!reader
genre: ceo au, university au, e2l, romance, fluff, angst, written series
⊹ ࣪ ˖ warning(s): party, mentions drinking, rivalry, grammar errors
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word count: 1.2K+
🗯 find this in my works in progress
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SINCE THE 20TH CENTURY, the Sim Corporations and Celinea Enterprise, your father’s company, have been fierce rivals in the business industry. There has never been a time when your parents didn't criticize the Sim Corporations.
"Never speak or interact with anyone from that stupid Sim Corporation company, okay?," your mother cautioned as she adjusted your luxurious backpack, preparing you for your first day at a prestigious private school at the age of 5.
"Okay," you nodded obediently as she ran her fingers through your hair one last time, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.
"That's my little girl," she whispered before guiding you towards the waiting limousine. "Enjoy your day at school," she said with a wave as the driver closed the door and pulled away.
Arriving at school, you found yourself surrounded by groups of students already deep in conversation, leaving you feeling isolated and alone.
"Hi," a girl tapped your shoulder, and you turned to see a friendly face – Jiheon, around your age, with brown locks and a sprinkling of freckles.
"Hi," you replied timidly. "What’s your name?"
"I’m Jiheon, nice to meet you!" she said warmly, extending her hand. "What’s your name?"
"I'm YN LN," you smiled.
"YN LN? What a lovely name! Come on, let’s go play!" Jiheon exclaimed, taking your hand and leading you to the playground.
As you approached the swings, your favorite spot, you found a young boy already occupying it. His eyes were dark brown, and he had puppy-like features with fluffy, hazel hair.
"Excuse me?" you asked politely, hoping he would relinquish the swing.
"Huh?" the boy turned to face you.
"Could I have a turn on the swing? You can play in the playground. It’s empty," you suggested, trying to be accommodating.
"No, I want to swing. You go play over there," the boy insisted, his grip on the swing firm.
Disappointed but undeterred, you attempted to tug the swing from him, causing him to almost lose his balance.
"Hey!" he protested. "You could have hurt me! My parents are wealthy; I could sue you!"
"I don’t care!" you retorted, frustration bubbling up.
"Who even are you?" the boy demanded, shooting you a glare.
"I'm YN. Now, move," you asserted.
"I'll make sure you regret this. My father runs Sim Corporations," he threatened.
The word “Sim Corporation” seemed like a familiar word to you, but yet your 5 year old self couldn’t even remember. That’s when you remembered, the one thing that your mother educated you to avoid. No wonder why your mom told you to never interact with them, they were foolish stupid people. You backed off a bit and then yelled back, “Fine! You’re so childish and stupid!” 
Soon the yelling began for minutes until finally the teacher put you two apart. From then, you knew you wouldn’t be alone in peace for the next whatever years you were with him. 
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HERE YOU ARE AT AGE 21, still in university, still with Jake Sim (great). Jake Sim, renowned as the popular "handsome" rich kid on campus, known for hosting parties 24/7 and earning dismal grades. And then there's you, the hardworking, intelligent, and attractive girl on campus, always studying for perfect scores on exams and rarely attending parties.
"Still sticking around in the dorms?" Jiheon asked, your best friend since you were both 5.
"Got to study for the big exam in 3 months," you sighed, pouring yourself another cup of coffee.
"Girl, it's months until that big exam. We only live once, so why waste it buried in textbooks? Besides, you're wealthy enough to have all the financial support you need," Jiheon remarked.
"If I'm going to inherit my father’s company, then obviously I have to put in the work to earn it," you replied, jotting down notes for your homework.
"Boring," Jiheon muttered.
"Fine, if you manage to surpass your previous exam score on this week’s test, I'll accompany you to a party," you proposed. Jiheon immediately perked up, her eyes widening with a grin spreading across her face.
"A party?" Jiheon beamed, "Any party?"
"Any party, but you have to excel on that exam this week," you added.
"Deal!" Jiheon exclaimed, darting off to her room to study. Plus, what were even the chances of Jiheon getting a score over 90% on the exam, especially a girl who loves to go out 24/7.
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YOU WERE AT YOUR DESK, preparing to head to your next class when the front door burst open. Startled, you turned to see Jiheon panting by your room door.
"Y..YN.." Jiheon called your name, leaning against the door, visibly out of breath.
"What's wrong?" you inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Jiheon quickly approached and thrust a paper in front of your face, displaying the number "95%" written on the exam sheet. "95 percent! The highest I've ever scored since we started at this university!"
"95%?" you exclaimed in disbelief, not expecting Jiheon to achieve such a high mark.
"So... about our deal?" Jiheon smirked.
"Fine, I'll go to the party with you. But which party?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I'll take you there," Jiheon winked. Perhaps attending one party wouldn't disrupt your entire schedule and studying routine?
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YOU PULLED UP IN JIHEON'S CAR at a sprawling mansion, its exterior adorned with blazing lights that illuminated the night. The distant thump of music reverberated from the building's gates, signaling the vibrant energy within. Jiheon had yet to disclose whose party it was as you approached.
As Jiheon pushed open the door, a wave of alcohol-laden air and the cacophony of revelry engulfed you. Couples entwined in corners, their inhibitions drowned in intoxication, greeted your sight. The pungent scent of tequila made your nose scrunch up in distaste as you trailed behind Jiheon towards the kitchen, where the makeshift bar stood.
“YN! Jiheon!” a voice called out, drawing your attention to Ningning stationed by the counter. You hurried over and offered a quick wave.
“Didn’t expect to see pretty miss YN here,” Ningning teased, downing another shot of alcohol.
“Jiheon dragged me along,” you chuckled softly.
“Not surprising, considering it’s Jake Sim’s party,” Ningning remarked casually. Your eyes widened in realization. It was Jake's party? You immediately contemplated fleeing until another voice interrupted your thoughts.
“YN LN?” You turned to find Jay, Ningning’s boyfriend(or Jake’s best friend..), with a raised eyebrow. Next to him, Jake Sim – the last person you wanted to encounter.
“What brings you here? Thought you’d be studying or something” Jay inquired. 
“Jiheon invited me, so...” you trailed off, noticing Jake's intense gaze assessing you from head to toe.
“I see,” Jay remarked as he draped an arm around Ningning (ew happy couples). The scene around you was a blur of activity – the blasting AC, pulsating music, bodies swaying against each other. The scents of perfume, alcohol, and sweat made you feel lightheaded.
As Jay, Ningning, and Jiheon left quietly, leaving you and Jake alone, an awkward tension filled the space. You fidgeted with your fingers, wondering why he hadn't left yet. Shouldn't he be off somewhere, making out with some random girl by now?
To release the tension, you cleared your throat, "Aren't you going?"
“R-right…” Jake stammered, quickly retreating to the bar, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Perhaps it had been a while since your last encounter, but there was definitely something different in the air.
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AN: i started my first ever writing series au, i did write this piece for a while but since i wanted to release this quickly i decided to make this a small short written series. i hope u guys enjoyed the plot so far!! posting ep 2 <3
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yournameloveskpop · 16 hours
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Connection
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Paring: Ni-Ki x Rearer
Style: fluff, soft romance, soulmates, love at first sight
Warnings: None
Word count: 5409
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Niki groggily opened his eyes, blinking several times as he tried to adjust to the morning light seeping through the curtains. "Why does my head feel like it's been stuffed with cotton?" he mumbled to himself, sitting up and scanning the seemingly empty bedroom.
"Guys?" Niki called out, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was no response.
Shrugging it off, he swung his legs off the bed, intent on finding his bandmates, but his feet got tangled in the bedsheets. With a comedic lack of grace, he tumbled to the floor with a soft 'oof'.
Just as Niki was contemplating his life choices, the door burst open, and in walked Sunoo, Jake, and Jungwon. They paused, taking in the sight before them, and then burst into laughter.
"Did the floor miss you that much, Niki?" Sunoo teased, offering his hand to help him up.
Niki, now sitting up but still on the floor, looked up at them, a sheepish grin on his face. "Seems like it. The love affair continues," he quipped, accepting Sunoo's hand.
Jake, still chuckling, added, "You okay, man? Took quite a fall there."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...confused," Niki admitted, dusting himself off. "And dazed. I don't even know why."
Jungwon, now more concerned than amused, suggested, "Maybe a hot shower will help clear your head?"
Nodding in agreement, Niki made his way to the bathroom, hoping the water would wash away his confusion. Stripping down, he stepped in front of the mirror and that's when he saw it—a small black heart tattooed on his neck. "What the—" he gasped, fingers scrambling to rub it off, but it wouldn't budge.
Panic set in as he realized the implications. "This can't be happening," he muttered, wrapping a towel around his waist and rushing out to the living room.
"Guys! You need to see this!" Niki's voice, laced with urgency, filled the apartment.
Within seconds, Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and the others who had initially been in the living room, gathered around him. "What's wrong, Niki?" Heeseung asked, concern etching his features.
Niki turned his neck to show them the tattoo. "This! I—I don't remember getting this at all," he confessed, his voice tinged with panic.
Jay whistled, inspecting the tattoo. "That's a neat design, but...how?"
Sunghoon, always the logical one, chimed in, "Did something happen last night that you're not remembering?"
Niki shook his head, frustration mounting. "That's just it. I don't know. I can't remember anything out of the ordinary."
Heeseung put an arm around Niki, trying to reassure him. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe there's a simple explanation for this."
"Yeah, like maybe it's one of those temporary tattoos that look real," Jake suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
"But it won't rub off," Niki pointed out, on the verge of despair. "And what if the manager sees this? It's not exactly idol-like, is it? Or at least for my age."
The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation began to dawn on them. Then Sunoo, ever the optimist, spoke up. "Hey, maybe this is a sign of something new. A change. Who says idols can't have tattoos?"
Jungwon nodded in agreement. "Right? Jungkook has tattoos. And we're here for you, Niki. We'll figure this out, okay? Let's not panic and think this through. Maybe we can cover it up for now and talk to the manager."
Following the shower that had done little to alleviate his confusion but much to refresh him, Niki found himself sitting in front of a mirror, a determined Sunoo wielding a collection of concealer and foundation like a seasoned artist.
"Okay, hold still," Sunoo instructed, his concentration palpable as he dabbed concealer over the black heart on Niki's neck. "We'll make this thing disappear, at least for today."
Despite their efforts, the mark seemed resistant, darkening under the layers of makeup as if it had its own will. "That's...odd," Sunoo mused, stepping back to observe his work.
"You weren't drunk last night, were you?" Sunoo teased, knowing full well that Niki wasn't old enough, even though he was turning nineteen soon.
Niki chuckled, shaking his head. "Even if I wanted to, you guys are like hawks. Besides, where would I even get it from?"
Sunoo laughed, agreeing. "True, we run a tight ship. Alright, let's try one more layer."
They continued, attempting to mask the stubborn tattoo, but it seemed futile. Finally, Niki, with a sense of resignation, admired Sunoo's attempt to cover it. "You did your best, thanks, Sunoo."
"No problem, man. But let's hope it stays hidden," Sunoo replied, packing up the makeup.
As they made their way to the HYBE building, the weight of the situation hung between them, an unspoken anxiety about the mark's stubborn visibility.
Upon arrival, they realized their worst fears—the mark was as visible as ever, seemingly mocking their attempts to conceal it.
"Niki, your neck..." Heeseung's voice trailed off as he caught sight of them.
"Yeah, it didn't stay covered," Niki admitted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and apprehension.
The group huddled together, brainstorming what to do next. "What if we say it's for a role? An acting gig or something?" Jay suggested, trying to find a quick solution.
"But who would believe that?" Sunghoon countered, skeptical. "We need a better plan."
Jungwon, ever the voice of reason, suggested, "Let's be honest. We tell the management the truth. We don't know how it got there, but we'll deal with it."
The suggestion was met with nods of agreement, a collective decision to face the consequences as a team.
As they made their way to their manager's office, Niki couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. "Guys, what if this changes everything? What if..."
"Hey, no 'what ifs'," Heeseung interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on Niki's shoulder. "We're in this together. Whatever happens, we face it as a group."
Their solidarity was a small comfort to Niki as they reached the door to the manager's office. Taking a deep breath, they prepared to explain the unexplainable.
"Let's just be honest. It's the best policy," Jake whispered, as the door opened.
The manager looked up, surprised by the entire group's appearance. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"
Niki stepped forward, the mark on his neck now a symbol not just of mystery but of the unity and support of his bandmates. "There's something we need to talk to you about," he began, his voice steady thanks to the reassuring presence of his friends.
Niki, with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, stood before their manager, the mysterious black heart tattoo prominently displayed on his neck. The rest of ENHYPEN clustered around him, a united front facing uncertainty.
"Sir, I...I woke up with this," Niki began, his voice slightly faltering as he gestured to his neck. "We've tried covering it with makeup, but it's like it has a mind of its own. It just won't stay hidden."
The manager, a seasoned veteran in handling idol crises, inspected the mark with a thoughtful frown. "Hmm, I see. Well, it's not the end of the world. We'll cover it with a band-aid. It's a common enough solution for visible tattoos."
He looked around at the worried faces of the group. "Don't panic. Focus on the schedule we have planned for today. We've dealt with bigger issues before."
The reassurance from the manager was a small comfort, but tension still hummed in the air. "But sir, it feels odd. Like it's supposed to be seen," Niki couldn't help adding.
The manager smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe it's a sign of your rebel phase, Niki. . . Just kidding. Let's just keep moving. These things have a way of working themselves out."
As the day unfolded, Niki's usual grace seemed to abandon him. Whether it was the weight of the mysterious tattoo or just an off day, he found himself in a series of clumsy mishaps. From tripping over seemingly flat surfaces to a comedic tumble from a chair, his day was a montage of accidents.
"Whoa, Niki, are you auditioning for a slapstick comedy?" Jay teased after helping him up from yet another fall.
Niki, trying to brush off the embarrassment with a laugh, responded, "haha, very funny. Maybe I should consider a career change."
Meanwhile, in the bustling heart of the city, an ordinary girl named Y/N was experiencing an extraordinary day. Surrounded by her friends in their favorite hangout spot, the conversation turned to the peculiar heart tattoo adorning her neck—a new, unexplained addition much like Niki's.
"Isn't it weird?" Y/N mused, lightly tracing the outline of the tattoo with a finger. "I woke up with it this morning and have no idea how it got there."
Her friends, equally puzzled and fascinated, leaned in for a closer look. "It's actually pretty cool. But, you know, it's also kind of spooky," one friend commented, a playful smirk on their face.
"And have you noticed?" another friend piped up, a twinkle of amusement in their eyes. "You haven't walked into a single lamppost today. What's happening, Y/N? The tattoo comes, and suddenly you're grace personified?"
Y/N laughed, the sound bright and unburdened. "Right? Maybe it's a magical tattoo. Grants you balance and coordination."
The banter continued, light and teasing, but Y/N couldn't shake off a strange feeling—an inexplicable connection to the tattoo that felt more significant than a mere coincidence.
Back with Niki and the group, as they moved through their day's schedule, the contrast between Niki's sudden clumsiness and his usual adeptness became a source of concern and curiosity among them.
"Do you think it has something to do with the tattoo?" Sunghoon speculated quietly to Heeseung as they observed Niki narrowly missing another mishap.
Heeseung frowned, deep in thought. "I don't know. But it's too strange to be a coincidence. Maybe we should look into this. There might be more to that tattoo than we realize."
The day gradually transitioned into evening, carrying with it the weight of the day's events and the mystery of the tattoos that seemed to bind Niki and Y/N, two strangers, in an inexplicable way.
As the sky darkened, the bustling activities around the HYBE building began to subside. Niki, alongside Sunoo, Jay, and Heeseung, made their way towards the parking lot, their footsteps echoing in the quiet. Other members bid their goodbyes, branching off to attend to their solo schedules, leaving the quartet to return to the shared apartment.
Meanwhile, Y/N, her day with friends winding down, found herself walking past the very same building, her laughter mingling with the evening air. She was deep in conversation, recounting the day's events, when a sudden chill swept through her.
Simultaneously, Niki felt the same unexpected cold breeze, causing both groups to pause. "Did you feel that?" Niki and Y/N asked, almost in perfect unison, turning to their companions in search of confirmation.
Sunoo, Jay, and Heeseung exchanged confused glances with Niki. "Feel what? It's just a normal evening," Sunoo said, looking around, puzzled by Niki's reaction.
"Yeah, man, what's up with you today? First the tattoo, the clumsiness, now this?" Jay added, a hint of concern laced with his words.
Heeseung, ever the supportive one, placed a hand on Niki's shoulder. "You've been on edge all day. Maybe you're just tired."
Across the street, Y/N's friends responded with laughter to her question. "Feeling cold breezes now, are we? What's next, Y/N? Talking to ghosts?" one of them teased, her amusement clear.
"It's just your clumsy mind playing tricks on you again," another friend joked, nudging Y/N playfully.
As the groups continued on their separate paths, Niki's attention was inexplicably drawn towards a figure walking away from the HYBE building—a girl, he noted, accompanied by a friend. It was a fleeting glimpse, but it was enough for him to spot the unmistakable outline of a heart-shaped tattoo on her neck, identical to his.
Niki stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Guys, did you see that?" he whispered urgently, his voice barely above a murmur as he pointed in the direction of the departing figure.
"What are you talking about now?" Sunoo asked, following Niki's gaze but seeing nothing amiss.
"There was a girl, and she... she had the same tattoo. On her neck, just like mine," Niki explained, the excitement and confusion evident in his tone.
Jay squinted in the direction Niki was pointing. "I don't see anyone, Niki. Are you sure you're okay?"
Heeseung looked at Niki with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "This tattoo thing is getting weirder by the minute. Maybe we should really look into this."
As Y/N turned the corner, disappearing from view, the groups went their separate ways, the encounter leaving Niki with more questions than answers. The cold breeze, the simultaneous shivers, and now this—a stranger bearing the same mysterious mark. The coincidences were piling up, each one adding another layer of mystery to the day's unfolding events.
Back in the car, as they drove towards the apartment, Niki's mind raced. The brief encounter, although silent and distant, felt significant. He mulled over the day's oddities—the clumsiness, the unhideable tattoo, and now this connection with a stranger.
"Maybe there's something more to this tattoo," Niki mused aloud, more to himself than to his companions.
Sunoo leaned back in his seat, pondering Niki's words. "Yeah, it's starting to seem like it's not just a coincidence."
"We'll figure it out, Niki," Heeseung assured him, his voice firm. "Whatever this is, we're in it together."
As the night deepened, Niki found himself in the living room of their apartment, surrounded by his bandmates but lost in his own thoughts. The image of the girl with the identical tattoo etched itself firmly in his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant about her, something beyond the mere coincidence of their matching marks.
"Guys, I can't stop thinking about her," Niki finally admitted, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. "The girl with the tattoo. It's exactly like mine. And that cold breeze... it was so bizarre."
Sunoo, who had been idly flipping through a magazine, looked up, his expression one of mild interest. "You're still on that? Man, it must have really gotten to you."
"Yeah, it's not like you to dwell on things," Jay added, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "But you're sure she had the same tattoo? Exactly the same?"
Niki nodded, his frustration mounting. "Yes, I'm sure. And it's not just about the tattoo. There was this... this cold wind at the exact moment I saw her. But none of you felt it."
Heeseung, always the voice of reason, chimed in thoughtfully. "It does sound strange. But we're talking about a city of millions. Coincidences happen."
"But this feels different," Niki pressed, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "It's like there's a connection or something. And the fact that none of you saw her or felt the wind... It just doesn't make sense."
The group fell silent, each member processing Niki's words and the weight they carried. After a moment, Sunghoon, who had been quiet, spoke up.
"Maybe it's not for us to see or feel," he suggested, a contemplative look on his face. "Maybe this is something personal to you, Niki. Some things can't be explained easily."
"Yeah, like a mystery that's only meant for you to solve," Jungwon added, trying to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation.
Niki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I knew more about her. Like, why does she have the same tattoo? What does it all mean?"
"Maybe you're meant to find out," Sunoo said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Like, this could be the start of an adventure or something."
Jay laughed, shaking his head. "Listen to us, talking like we're in some fantasy novel. But, hey, if there's anything we can do to help you figure this out, you know we've got your back."
"Yeah," Heeseung agreed, his gaze meeting Niki's. "Whatever this is, we're here for you. Maybe there's a way to track her down? Like, if you saw her around HYBE, maybe she's a fan or something?"
Niki considered this, the idea sparking a glimmer of hope. "That's true. I hadn't thought about that. But it feels like it's more than just about being fans of the same place. There's something about that tattoo... and the timing of everything."
The conversation continued, each member offering their theories and suggestions on how Niki could possibly learn more about the mysterious girl and the connection they seemed to share. Ideas ranged from asking around the area to see if anyone else had noticed her, to checking social media for any mentions of similar tattoos.
As the night wore on, the topic gradually shifted to other matters, but the seed of curiosity had been firmly planted in Niki's mind. He knew that the next days, or even weeks, would involve him trying to unravel the mystery of the tattoo and the girl who bore its twin.
In his heart, Niki felt a stirring of excitement mixed with apprehension. This was uncharted territory, a real-life mystery that felt as if it had been lifted from the pages of a book. And though he had no idea where this journey would lead him, he knew one thing for sure: he was not alone. With his bandmates by his side, ready to support him, Niki felt a surge of determination.
"I'm going to find her," he resolved, more to himself than to anyone else. "I need to know the story behind our tattoos."
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the apartment as Sunoo, already up and armed with his phone, began his quest for answers. With Niki's unusual encounter from the previous night weighing heavily on their minds, the atmosphere was one of quiet anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism.
"Anything on there about tattoos that decide to crash the party uninvited?" Jay quipped from the kitchen, fetching himself a glass of water.
Sunoo, scrolling intently, didn't look up. "Trying to find something. There's a lot about temporary tattoos gone wrong, but nothing about...you know, random matching marks."
Niki, seated at the dining table, sipped his coffee, his gaze distant. "There has to be something. It can't just be us."
Just then, Jake, who had been quietly tapping away on his own device, looked up, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Guys, you might want to hear this. Found a soulmate website that talks about matching marks, random personality changes, and even the red string of fate."
Heeseung leaned in, curious. "Soulmate website? Really? Are we diving into that pool now?"
Jake nodded, undeterred by the skepticism. "Yeah, but listen. It talks about how these marks are a sign of a deep connection, possibly soulmates. And with Niki seeing that girl with the same tattoo... It kinda fits the narrative, doesn't it?"
Sunoo perked up, his interest piqued. "Soulmates, huh? That's... kinda romantic, if you think about it."
Niki blushed slightly, the idea both thrilling and terrifying him. "But That's a big leap from just a mysterious tattoo."
Meanwhile, across town, Y/N found herself amidst her friends once again, the conversation inevitably circling back to the previous day's events. Her mind replayed the moment she passed by the HYBE building, the cold wind, and the boy who seemed to stare right at her.
"I swear, there was this chill, and this guy was just... staring," Y/N tried to explain, only to be met with laughter and playful jabs from her friends.
"Sure, Y/N, and I bet he was one of those famous idols, fallen madly in love with you at first sight," one friend teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah, and the cold wind? Probably just the air conditioning blasting from the building," another added, chuckling.
Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite the skepticism. "Okay, okay, I get it. But it was weird, you guys. It felt... different."
Back in the apartment, the group was deep in discussion about the soulmate theory, weighing the possibilities against their own doubts and skepticism.
"So, what, we're just gonna start believing in soulmates and destiny now?" Jay asked, half-joking.
Heeseung shrugged, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Who knows? Stranger things have happened. And if this helps Niki figure things out, I say we explore every possibility."
Niki nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "I need to know more about her. About this connection. Soulmates or not, there's something there, and I can't ignore it."
Sunghoon, ever practical, chimed in. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. First step is finding her again. Then we can dive into the whole soulmate debate."
The cool evening air was a welcome reprieve for Niki as he, Jay, and Sunghoon stepped out into the bustling streets. The weight of the conversation about soulmates, about unseen connections and mysterious tattoos, seemed to cling to him like a second skin. He needed to clear his head, to find some semblance of normalcy in the whirlwind his life had become.
"I just... I need to think, you know?" Niki confessed as they walked, his voice barely above a whisper against the noise of the city.
Jay nodded, placing a supportive hand on Niki's shoulder. "We get it, man. This whole thing is... it's a lot. But we're here for you, whatever you need."
Sunghoon chimed in, his tone light but sincere. "Yeah, even if it's just to breathe some fresh air and forget about mysterious marks and destiny for a while."
Meanwhile, Y/N, her mind a maze of questions and what-ifs, found herself walking aimlessly after leaving the cafe. The encounter from the night before, brief as it was, had left an indelible mark on her heart. She felt drawn, pulled by a thread she couldn't see but felt all the same.
"Y/N, are you even listening?" her friend asked, snapping her back to reality.
"Huh? Oh, yeah... sorry, just got lost in my thoughts there for a moment," Y/N replied, forcing a smile.
As fate would have it, their paths converged once again. Niki, guided by an inexplicable warmth and the delicate scent of gardenia and vanilla, found himself face to face with the girl from last night—Y/N. The sight of her, the realization that she was real and not just a figment of his imagination, made his heart race.
"Guys, do you smell that?" Niki asked abruptly, his gaze fixed on Y/N.
Jay inhaled deeply, looking around with a puzzled expression. "Smell what? It just smells like the city to me."
Sunghoon, too, seemed confused. "Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. What are you talking about, Niki?"
But Niki barely heard them. His entire being was focused on Y/N, the girl who shared his mysterious mark, who somehow felt both like a stranger and an integral part of his life all at once.
Y/N, feeling his presence, looked up. Their eyes didn't meet, but the air between them crackled with an unspoken connection. It was as if they were both aware of the other, yet held back by an invisible barrier.
Without a word, Niki turned away, a tumult of emotions swirling within him. Confusion, fear, but most of all, a deep, unyielding curiosity about the girl and the mark they shared.
Sunghoon and Jay, witnessing this silent exchange, exchanged a look of disbelief before quickly following Niki.
"Hey, wait up! Where are you going?" Sunghoon called out, concern lacing his voice.
Jay, catching up, added, "Dude, was that her? The girl with the tattoo?"
Niki, his pace unrelenting, nodded. "Yeah, it was her. But I... I don't know what to do. This is all so overwhelming."
As they walked, the trio fell into a deep conversation, pondering the mysteries of fate, connections that defy logic, and the possibility that some things in life are simply meant to be.
"Maybe it's not for us to understand right now," Jay suggested, his voice thoughtful. "Maybe it's something that'll make sense in time."
Sunghoon, ever the practical one, added, "For now, let's just focus on what we know and can control. We'll figure this out together, step by step."
Y/N, her heart thudding in her chest, couldn't shake off the intense need to follow the path Niki had taken. Her friends' laughter still echoed in her ears, their disbelief doing little to deter her.
"Niki?" she had whispered, more to herself than anyone else, the name tasting like a secret on her lips.
Her friends burst into laughter. "Niki, as in ENHYPEN's Niki? Girl, you're dreaming!" one of them giggled, clearly amused by the thought.
Y/N, wasn't deterred though. Despite their teasing, something within her urged her to follow him, to find out if the strange connection she felt was real. With a determined look, she quickened her pace, leaving her friends' laughter behind.
Niki was feeling an inexplicable warmth grow within him, sensed that Y/N was getting closer. The scent of gardenia and vanilla, subtle yet unmistakable, filled his senses, guiding him towards her. He slowed his pace, allowing the inevitable meeting to occur.
When Y/N reached out and grabbed his hand, both felt a gentle jolt, a sensation so profound it seemed to pause time itself. Their hearts skipped in unison, and as they looked into each other's eyes, the world around them blurred into insignificance.
Y/N's friends had followed out of curiosity and came to a stop, a respectful distance away. Their earlier jests forgotten as they witnessed the undeniable connection between the two.
"Did you see that?" one friend whispered to the others, her voice a mix of surprise and awe.
"I...I can't believe it. Maybe there's something real happening here," another responded, her skepticism waning in the face of the palpable bond between Y/N and Niki.
Meanwhile, Niki and Y/N, still hand in hand, could barely pull their eyes away from each other. Niki, a blush creeping across his cheeks, managed a shy smile. "Hi... I'm Niki."
Y/N, her own face flushed with a gentle pink hue, returned the smile. "I know who you are. I'm Y/N."
The air around them seemed to shimmer with a soft glow, their smiles and blushes a testament to the innocent and pure connection that had drawn them together. For a moment, they forgot about the world around them, lost in a bubble of mutual recognition and unspoken questions.
"So, this is...weird, right?" Niki finally broke the silence, his voice a mixture of nervousness and wonder.
"Weird but...nice?" Y/N replied, her smile widening. "I've never felt anything like this before."
Jay and Sunghoon, observing from a distance, exchanged glances, both feeling a mixture of happiness for their friend and curiosity about what this meant for the future.
"Looks like Niki's found someone special," Jay whispered, a soft smile on his lips.
"Yeah," Sunghoon agreed, nodding. "We should probably give them some space, though. This looks...important."
Back with Y/N and Niki, the initial shock of their connection was slowly giving way to a comfortable, if slightly awkward, camaraderie. They began to chat, sharing light, tentative details about themselves, each question and answer weaving a delicate thread of understanding between them.
"Do you...do you feel it too? The connection?" Niki asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N nodded, her grip on his hand tightening ever so slightly. "Yes, since the moment I saw you. And then there's this," she gestured to the mark on her neck, visible under the soft light of the streetlamp.
Niki mirrored her action, revealing his own mark.
As the afternoon gradually melded into early evening, the connection between Niki and Y/N deepened, the world around them shrinking until it seemed they were the only two people in existence. Their laughter filled the air, a sweet melody against the cacophony of the city. They exchanged stories, each tale pulling them closer, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and serendipitous moments.
"Do you believe in fate?" Y/N asked, her eyes locked with Niki's, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"I think I'm starting to," Niki replied, his voice soft, his fingers tightening around Y/N's. He took a step closer, their bodies mere inches apart, the world around them fading into a blur.
Meanwhile, Jay, caught up in the excitement of his friend's budding connection, quickly dialed Sunoo to share the news. "You won't believe what's happening," he said, the excitement in his voice palpable.
Sunoo, on the other end, immediately put the phone on loudspeaker, allowing the rest of ENHYPEN to tune in. "Tell us everything!" Sunoo urged, his voice echoing the collective anticipation.
As Jay recounted the events, laughter and cheers could be heard from the members, their joy for Niki's unexpected encounter filling the room. "They're like a scene out of a movie," Jay chuckled, painting a vivid picture of the connection that seemed to transcend reality.
Back with Y/N and Niki, the realization that their friends had departed, leaving them in their own little bubble, only served to heighten the intimacy of the moment. Deciding to find a café to continue their conversation, they walked off, their hearts still doing somersaults with every step.
As they made their way, their fingers entwined, shy smiles were exchanged, a silent conversation flowing between them. "This is nice," Y/N murmured, her gaze fixed on their joined hands.
"It is," Niki agreed, a warmth spreading through him. "I've never felt this way before either."
They found a cozy café tucked away from the bustling streets, a haven that seemed to exist just for them. Settling into a quiet corner, the world outside ceased to matter as they delved deeper into conversation, exploring the myriad ways their lives had somehow led them to this serendipitous meeting.
"Do you think this is how it's supposed to be?" Niki asked, his eyes searching Y/N's for answers neither of them fully understood yet.
Y/N, her heart fluttering at the question, nodded. "I do. Everything about this feels right. Like we were meant to find each other."
Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Jay, still on the phone with the other members, shared the unfolding love story with a mix of humor and awe. "They're off to a café now," Jay explained, the excitement evident in his tone. "Niki's totally smitten."
The members' reactions ranged from playful teasing to genuine happiness for their friend's newfound connection. "We need to meet her," Heeseung suggested, the sentiment echoed by nods and murmurs of agreement.
"Definitely," Sunoo added, a grin in his voice. "But let's give them some time. This is their moment."
Back at the café, Niki and Y/N lost track of time, their conversation meandering from lighthearted banter to deeper, more meaningful topics. Each laugh, each shared glance, solidified the bond that had so unexpectedly brought them together.
As the evening drew to a close, they reluctantly parted ways, promises of future meetings hanging between them like the unspoken acknowledgment of something profound and life-changing. The night air was cool against their flushed cheeks as they went their separate ways, their minds replaying every moment, every word, and every shared smile.
The connection between them, though newly formed, felt as ancient and inevitable as the stars above. As they lay in bed that night, miles apart yet closer than ever, they both knew that what they had stumbled upon was rare and precious—a connection not just of hearts, but of souls.
And as they drifted off to sleep, their last thoughts were of each other, of the serendipitous day that had changed everything, and of the shy smiles and entwined fingers that had sealed their fate.
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rkvriki · 5 months
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ things that make their heart flutter
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HI I KNOW I'M BARELY ACTIVE ON THE TIMELINE IM SO SORRY LMAO. something really intersting is coming very soon so keep an eye out hehe!!! make sure to leave feedback and reblog! my requests are closed and my talk box is always open so lets talk!
WARNINGS ! mentions of hoon feeling down; my inspiration to write this was very low so the las ones ended up being longer than the first three im so sorry :'); mentions of won being stressed; ni-ki not being proud of himself :(
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୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG !
– kissing him when he’s still half-asleep
the sun rays started shining through the curtains, hitting your eyes. you slowly opened them trying to adjust to the strong (late) morning light. it had been a long week and you needed to sleep as much as you could, giving your body the rest it needed. you stretched your body before turning to the side, seeing your boyfriend still asleep with his arms stretched by his head. you smiled softly at the sight before you, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. when you pulled back you watched as his eyes fluttered, still in between sleep and reality. heeseung opened his eyes, trying to look at you, but sleep was stronger than him and his eyes closed back again. you let out a quiet laugh and leaned down to kiss his pouty lips this time. the corners of his lips twitched upwards and his cheeks were getting warmer, making you chuckle at him before kissing his cheek and getting up to start your day.
୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG !
– looking at him from across the table
you and jay had been invited to a dinner with all of your friends. it was in a very fancy restaurant. high ceilings and big chandeliers. you were sat with your girlfriends while he sat with his friends, further from you. you hadn’t seen them in what felt like forever, work had been keeping all of you busy now that the year was ending. you were all engaged in a conversation, keeping up with everything going on with each other and spilling the latest gossip at work. you were so immersed in the conversation you kind of forgot jay was there too and this wasn’t just a casual dinner with your friends so you looked behind you and saw jay with his sleeves rolled up, laughing with his own friends. it was in moments like this you wondered how you had scored a man like this. too lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice jay looking back at you. when his eyes made contact with yours, you playfully winked at him, making him look away while blushing, making you laugh at his behaviour as you tuned back into the conversation.
୨୧ SIM JAEYUN !
– brushing his hair away
it was one of those peaceful days where both you and jake had a day off from work. jake had slept over at your house and you two spent the whole day basically doing nothing but enjoying each other company, which is something rare since lately he’s had a busy schedule because comeback is just around the corner. you had a whole movie marathon planned for the day and you were already on your fourth movie. the clock had just hit 7pm and you were starting to feel sleepy. jake was currently lying with his head on your lap as you were sat with your legs spread on the couch. you looked down at him, seeing him focused on the movie, his cheeks flushed from sleepiness. you smiled softly at the sight, your hand making its own way down to his cheek, caressing the soft skin. he looked up at you, smiling softly as he tried to rub the sleep off his eyes. his hair was falling on his eyes so your hand moved upwards to brush his hair away from his eyes. he closed his eyes at the touch as he felt his cheeks warm up and his heart flutter at the simple yet affectionate action.
୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON !
— running your hands through his hair as he speaks
today had been a long day for sunghoon. everything felt like it was going wrong. from the way his day started with him forgetting to bring his umbrella and getting soaked on his walk from work, him continuously making mistakes during dance practice to him spilling his drink he had ordered along with some food for lunch. his day was not bound to go well and he had already accepted his fate. he was so frustrated with himself. hoe could he keep making stupid mistakes during rehearsal? even though everyone kept reassuring him it was fine to have off days he just couldn’t be easy on himself. he just needed nothing but spend time with you and feel your confronting presence. sunghoon was currently lying down in your bed as you sat on the edge of it by his head. you were letting him ramble about his day. since the moment he stepped inside your house you knew something was up with him and if you didn’t insist on him he would just bottle all those feelings up. he was ranting about all his unpleasant events of the day as you looked down at him with a soft gaze. as he spoke he felt your hand starting to caress his hair until it was running smoothly through its strands, making him stutter his words. you laughed at him as he covered his face, hiding his blushing cheeks.
୨୧ KIM SUNOO !
– the way you stare at him when he speaks
sunoo is a very talkative person and he isn’t ashamed of it. he loves talking about the things he loves and sharing them with you. every time he is telling you about something that happened to him he will not miss any details. you obviously didn’t mind, you loved listening to him talk and you would do it for hours (as if you didn’t already). every time you didn’t see each other for a long time, like when he went on tour he would tell you everything that happened while he was abroad. it was happening today. sunoo had just come back from tour and you both missed each other more than anything so you took a day off to spend together. you both walked through the centre of the city, walking by the river as you watched all the people gathered there. you went shopping and stopped by a plush store and sunoo literally begged you to let him buy you one just because it resembled you. now, you were both taking a break in a cafe, eating every kind of pastry while drinking hot drinks as sunoo told you funny stories that happened during their concerts. you watched as he spoke with such a happy face, showing just how much he loved what he did. your head was propped in your hand as you stared at him lovingly. he stopped talking, hiding his blushing cheeks, scolding you for looking at him in such a manner. you just smiled and leaned forward to leave a peck on his lips.
୨୧ YANG JUNGWON !
– holding his hand when he’s stressed
being a leader is probably the hardest position to be in a group, especially when you’re a young one. now, jungwon loves being a leader, he loves to know that the members rely on and trust him like no one, but when he is expected to give speeches wherever they go, it gets him really anxious and even stressed. he’s done it multiple times and he almost always used to it, but sometimes, like today, he needs to talk to a bigger crowd in a bigger event. he’s been restless for the whole day, reading his script over and over again, trying to memorize it. you heard it so many times you could probably do the speech yourself without looking at the paper. he was sitting next to you on a couch backstage. his leg was bouncing up and down and he was sighing way too many times. you were getting worried he would get it all wrong just because of stupid nerves. you grabbed his hand, making him still in his movements. he looked at you and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, making him smile and nod at you appreciating the comfort you were trying to bring him.
୨୧ NISHIMURA RI-KI !
– communicating without words
ni-ki loved performing more than anything in this world. it was what he did for a living and he couldn’t be more grateful for that. everyone, even without an artistic eye, could tell he was damn good at what he did, but somehow, he was never proud of his work. he would always point out flaws here and there that nobody noticed. he was too hard on himself and it made you sad that he couldn't see how good he does when he’s on stage. today was an important performance for him, he was going to have a solo dance project and he had been practicing so hard for it there was no way he would make a mistake. ni-ki had invited you to watch the recording and you gladly accepted. you watched him as he danced with the two backup dancers with such good chemistry. when the recording wrapped up he had to walk straight to an interview. he was walking past you and from the looks of it he wasn’t too happy with the result of things. he turned to look at you, seeing you nod proudly at him as you silently clapped and gave him a thumbs up with a grim, making him smile as looked down to the floor, visibly flustered and warmed up cheeks.
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wonryllis · 1 month
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watermelon sugar (m) | sim jaeyun.
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﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁?
preview. he’s the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but he’s not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.
or where, jake can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries.
meet the cast. simp sim jaeyun(jake) with his obsession fem!reader
genre. and they were roommates trope, fuckboy soft for his girl trope, SMUT MDNI!!!, lots of toothrooting fluff, tiny speck of angst but not proper angst, drunk confessions?, only one who can control him/her trope, happy happy ending, crack/humor, domestic scenes(newly added) college fuckboy athelete roommate!jake with his candy!roommate girl. computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake.
word count. 13,488 unedited! it's word vomit.
warnings. fingering, dry humping, dirty talkkk lots and lots of it, nasty freak jake with innocent(seems to be) girlie, experienced x inexperienced(virgin but has idea), pussy slapping, somewhat drunk sex but there's consent consent, oral (m rec.) different scenes, p in v (unprotected! but pls pls pls do not do this ever use protection!!!!!) multiple orgasms (f.rec), overstimuation(f.rec) and somewhat (m.rec), spitting? slight nipple play, jake is rough and filthy, with heavyyyyy corruption kink it's all throughout the story, strength kink, size difference “i worship the ground you walk on” energy but still dominant jake, jake has soooo many dirty inner thoughts about you it's innumerable. he's a simp for you so you're a slut for him— i guess that's them?
theme song. animals by maroon 5 (jake pov), into you by ariana grande (yn pov)
﹙★﹚ ࣪DRABBLES (coming soon)
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` author notes. im sorry for making you guys wait three extra weeks I hope y'all still want to read this,, what do i say it was so horrible before the revamp, thankfully it's so much better now and the smut god, it was so hard to write it i hope it's good enough. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!!
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“i don’t mind this feeling.”
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER IS HAPPENING BETWEEN YOU BOTH, BUT YOU LIKE IT. IT FEELS SILLY AND FRAGILE AND GOOD. perhaps a little too good.
god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you aren’t complaining though he takes care of you in every way he possibly could. making you feel like you are his entire world revolves around you, from his time home to the hours he spends on the field. one would ask anything of him and his answer would surely include you in one way or another, everyone knew it, everyone could see it, the way he feels.
he makes you breakfast, he helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment. he cooks for you and he does the dishes more than often than not, the only exception being the time when you insist deathly on doing it yourself because come on you gotta do at least some thing around the house.
to add to the perfect mixture of god gifted man, he video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesn’t disturb you. does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, he’s just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed (outwardly). he would never admit the way they get him all hot and bothered when he thinks of all the places those fabrics have touched. how wild his imagination runs and all the things he wishes he could do to you. all the sounds he could get, out of you and all the things you'd taste of.
you are his candy (well not exactly ‘his’ but according to him this nickname of yours is only and I repeat only reserved for him) literally because you are all over sweets all the damn time and figureratively because he’d die to have a taste of you; the forbidden fruit of his life, too innocent for a person like him to ruin. but lord would he give up everything to land a chance to lay his hands on you not so innocently.
this man does not give a fuck about who is not you, and maybe occasionally spare a care for his two best friends who so far have only been blessed enough to know your name because jake has made it clear that you're off-limits and if they ever dare to do anything given the opportunity he'd rip off this balls and feed it to ducks (he's serious he swears)
getting to the real point of your dynamic: the only drawback— jake sim is a renowned fuckboy on campus, the heartbreak prince and you, his miss americana as they all like to call it. it is a daily routine, having to find a new girl in the house and ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and your hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently you’ve been feeling weirdly dejected. a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you can’t pin point exactly to why and what it is.
“candy, my laptop broke down again!” jake's raspy voice dances through the little cracks of the bathroom door as you prepare for a quick shower. you sigh, tightening the towel wrapped around you before stepping out. a short knock at his batman poster door left ajar, and he's whipping his head to have a look at you as if he knew you'd be in the middle of washing up. a little secret, yes he knew because everytime ahead of bathtime you make sure to have a sip of your watermelon slush stack from the fridge and the sound of it's door reaches his room just right to let him know.
he remains seated on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face. your eyes fall at his desk to see his laptop closed, he tricked you, and like always you fell for it,“maybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, this wouldn't happen all the time. but i assume you probably did it to get me here, it’s not gonna work everytime yun,” you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,“well it does work everytime though,” he knows how to have you on his tail just like you know how to have him wrapped around your finger. it only seems fair, you both know what gets the other going and you use it to your advantage.
“what is it?” asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair. spinning in rounds with your legs out swinging, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you had forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. a funny memory of jake trying to stop you because it would defeat the whole image of his room only to fold when you gave him the puppy doe eyes, baby talking that you really wanted to do it. it doesn't take much to have jake cave in, just one look from you and the boy is a flatline. fuckboy? he is that to everyone but to you he's practically whatever you want him to be, though you have never really had a talk about it.
“actually eunsang, she-” there is a hesitation is his tone you are well aware of, having almost a clear idea of what he's about to say,“i told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didn’t i?” you scold, feeling that little twinge of hurt knowing he probably will keep on being involved with girls like this no matter what you say. it's the one thing where you don't have him under your spell. or that's you think, i mean you you have no idea do you of how much he wants you. just like how you have no idea how much you want him.
“yes but it happened and now she’s after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her,” clamping together his hands in a plea, jake pouts as best as he can, giving you his puppy eyes. but when you don’t show a reaction of any sort he resorts to the next best guaranteed thing: bribery,“i’ll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!” eyes sparkling with hope and expections of having you fall for it, like you do every single time, he waits. albeit patterns break, in everything and everyone.
“no, i’m on a diet. i gave up on sweets, what if i get diabetes? will you,” you point at him dramatically,“take responsibility?” to which his stance morphs into one of stunned. he would gladly take responsibility for you at any given chance, but it's one of more gravity and significance than diabetes. and he's sure he's not one you should be in care of as more than anything that you are right now. he's too corrupted and you are too naive.
“yes of course i’ll help you take your meds and-” he mumbles in a quick, hurried note aware that you’ll not let him answer if he’s not fast enough. you still beat him to it though, speaking loud over and above his voice, to drown out his words despite hearing them quite clearly,“will you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before i get the urge to lock you in the bathroom when you’re in there later,” with a silence after, one that has jake grinning again at your cuteness, you take it as a que to rush out swiftly. trying to make it to the bathroom before he decides to use his strength against you and hold you down wherever he wants. which though hasn't been often, has always left you breathless and flustered to a point you refuse to admit.
training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. it’s obvious he’ll have you give in if he wants but he’s too sweet to force you. and of course it's obvious, the tension of the strength kink that looms over in the room.
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it comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room: is eunsang standing by the kitchen counter. and important point: clad in one of jake’s dress shirts that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. oh you had to see this coming, this is jake we're talking about will be really ever like ever not bring over girls? no matter if they're clingy or not. the answer is ambiguous and definitely not to your favor.
she’s shares a small smile upon noticing you, a friendly smile which you know is obviously fake. she’s doing it just to look good and polite in jake’s eyes. just to show that she's not bothered by you, because as said everyone knows if they don't like you then they automatically are on jake sim's blacklist. and being the star player of the team, his acquaintance is more or less influential to a large extent, so note to be taken be nice to candy to not be on the cross out list.
however as sad as it is to say it’s of no use. she’s not even there in his eyes to begin with. the moment the jake comes out of his room, his field of vision doesn’t include her. passing by her very visible figure like she’s a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, his morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,“good morning, candy,” he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,“and mei,” he acknowledges your pet kitty but not the girl he brought home, that should speak volumes to you, jake thinks. treating you like candy of his world you are, shouldn't that be the ultimate giveaway of his feelings? like even his hookups can see how down bad he is for you why is it that you're the only one who can't? he wants you to know but at the same time he feels he's not right for you, a dilemma he handles by fucking up over and over again.
wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on. you did hear them last night (more like her), but you didn’t know it was her her. you weren’t even expecting her to be the one. after the conversation with jake yesterday, she was the last person you would have ever assumed. he sends you a flying look that he’ll explain everything later, shushing you off before you speak out loud.
“yunie,” your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you exclusively call him with, leaving her crusty mouth. certainly, like jake you blossom a definite possession over names too. perhaps it's the effect of living with him 24/7 but you seem to have picked up a lot of his antics.
jake’s eyes shift to look at you for a moment and then he’s running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self. he absolutely does not like the way your brows turn down and the pretty smile you were previously adorning for him falling off your pretty lips. he can tolerate anything but seeing you bothered in any way. “you’re still here? it's better if you leave soon, candy doesn’t like all this,” walking around her to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen to open the upper cabinets, jake ignores her like a plague as if he wasn't showing her heaven last night. but alas, nothing comes above you, she should have known that.
“what do you want for breakfast candy? should i make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sugar?” his palms rest on the granite countertop, leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you. it makes eunsang rage with anger, throwing you a demeaning look before she disappears into jake's room.
the moment his bedroom door closes, you feel the unfamiliar weight on your shoulders relax a tad bit,“my watermelon slush please,” finding your cozy spot on the kitchen counter, you give him your most adorable pout feeling like you had to gain back his warmth after the hookup. your legs dangle over the height between, toes softly brushing against jake's calves every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink, you decide to voice out the thing that had been disturbing since the moment you walked out your room,”did you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?” it comes out in a low whisper, afraid if you said it too loud it'd come true. the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, it’s not new for you to see random girls in your apartment; or to hear them while they’re at it. yet it still gives you a sort of uneasy feeling, something you do not like feeling.
“it was a last time kind of deal actually,” he stops briefly to give you a quilty smile. finishing your sweet slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night. she slows down to observe as jake hands you the cup, repulsively watching you take a sip,“is it good?” hearing him speak in a tone way different than the one she’s acquainted with him using with her has stomp her way out in a grumpy fit.
looking up from the edge of your cup with hopes to give her a sly stare, your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,“bitch,” you comment, hooded orbs shifting back to jake who scowls in disapproval,”language candy,” he reminds, knowing very well it does nothing to stop you.
“sorry yunie but she's so agressive, and for what?” you whine.
“from what i’ve seen, you’re way more aggressive,” jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.
with full cheeks, you grin like a cheshire cat and jake feels his heart rate speeding up, who gave you the permission to be the cutest person he's ever known? the urge to kiss you just keeps growing with each passing day and with with each little sneaky smile and doe eyes you give him.
“we need to get the groceries this week, i have after classes soccer practice for the next four days and we're not gonna last that long,” the thought of spending the next four evenings alone in the unit is gloomier than the half assed ham and cheese toast jake makes for himself. if only you said yes to some proper breakfast, his taste buds and stomach wouldn't be suffering so much.
you nod as if he has eyes on his back, knowing well he's gonna want you with him but not force you, if you'd say no. whatever you want, is whatever he does.
“‘m gonna go take a shower first then,” hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies.
“let’s shower together,” jake's friskiness thrives in the way he shouts with an undertone of mischief. watching you with a teasing gaze as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door. a tiny smirk spreading onto his lips when you scrunch your nose in a grimace. cute, he mouths thinking you wouldn't notice but god you do. he's clearly joking but you can’t help feeling flustered internally. keeping up with his flirty and touchy stunts and tricks should have made it easier for you by now, but over a year in and you're yet to find yourself getting used to it. he’s too attractive and hot to get used to; at least that’s what excuse your brain gives you, which honestly is true to some extent. his looks score a lot of points and you can't deny that.
“and if we get locked in there, who’s gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems,” you complain in a soft groan which, in his eyes is more adorable with the little annoyance you show. if you think you could ever intimidate him, you probably will because he'll melt right away to even think of a counter back.
his stance straightens at that, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before he’s breaking out in a taunt of smile, eyes closing in on you in a brazen look,“so does that mean if the lock was fine you’d actually shower together with me,” he feels this triumph of emotions, a sudden rush of sugar at the realization that'd probably maybe perhaps someday let him get in the shower together with you. the sheer excitement he experiences through his veins is over the roof, just the possibility of something so intimate with you is a bite of golden spoon for him.
he purposely stops all he’s doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, trying to provoke you,“i never said that,” you stick your tongue out at him, closing the door in a soft slam and crying out a ‘you’re sick in the head!’
“only for you!” jake yells back, chuckling to himself as he leaves the room.
two hours later you’re both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs with product locations, rows and rows of household products and everything you'd always spend lots of time looking through until jake has to drag you back home.
he pushes the cart while you look around for items to throw in and cross out one by one from your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to every two minutes will lead any sane person to conclude you as a couple. you both would also admit it feels as such. how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that you’re on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth. it feels sweet, he feels sweet. and you make him want to coddle you so bad, like what do you mean you're on a diet? you're perfect already. too perfect for him.
“i’m taking the pop tarts!” you hear him shout from two or probably three Isles away while you look through some new make up launches,”…okay fine!” capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at your way and mutter something you don’t quite catch but you assume it’s probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.
“yunie look these are so pretty,” you point at the line of lipgloss as jake comes over with cart. he hums in agreement, watching you scan through the shades in an animated mood, mumbling over the names and speaking of how it'd look good for an everyday look or with summer dress you recently got. oh how smitten he feels, observing the way you seem so pumped up simply over gloss.
“there's no mirror— “
“try it on me,” oh he's bewitched under your spell.
jake stands still as you apply the mauve on him, staring at you through hooded eyes,”oh, this one’s really pretty on you!” you beam, looking up at him as if he could see it too.
“it'd look prettier on you,” he's hardly able to whisper out, gaze trained on the way you part your lips while you wipe it off his and apply another. if he didn't have a strong self control, by now he would have shoved his tongue down your throat in the dirtiest and messiest kiss you'd ever known. knocking your breath out, as well as his. he's already on the verge of losing it with every little touch you leave on his lips, wetting your own as a habit.
“which one should i take?” you ask something cutely, jake almost feels guilty for the thoughts swimming in his head.
“i’ll buy all of it for you, we can do something like a chapstick challenge you know. the one where you kiss and guess the flavor,” he teases loving the tiny exasperated glare you throw him. “yunn, be serious! which one?”
“these two?” he points to ones you commented were pretty feeling impatient at the conjured up image of you wearing the colors on with you tiny, sexy little sundresses you got hidden in your closet. please feel guilty man he thinks.
in the end jake (successfully) convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break offering to help you with it. and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brand’s watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. checking all out he insists on carrying everything himself, only handing you the little bag that held your lollies in case you'd want one on the way back.
the subway is more crowded than usual, scarcely any seat left. it takes you a whole minute to scan around for an empty one, immediately encouraging jake to take it. a silly game of rock paper scissors to decide who stands, insisting firmly that he sit when you end up winning. the grocery bags rest by his foot and you stand between his legs, holding onto the bar wobbling every now and then. it’s just one stop left when jake suddenly pulls you onto his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs possessively. you turn to look at him, lashes brushing against his skin and lips parting in the slightest at the adrenaline you feel pumping into your fast beating heart. the muscles in his chest feel firm at the faint touch of your back against him, the thumping of his own heart similar to that of yours.
he leans closer to whisper in your ear,“that creep right there kept staring you up and down,” pointing with a discreet move of his eyes as he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. you on the other hand, grow hot with irritation, perhaps just as hot and bothered you are feeling jake pressed so close. an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger.
“i’ll show him the fuck he was staring at," you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists, expression as innocent as always. jake seems to catch on to what you’re about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, i know you hate this candy, but i don’t want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything i’ll make sure to set him right, for now i think he got it that he’s not gonna stare at you however he wants,” hand grabing yours in gentle caresses along the expanse of your arm. delicate and slow like a soothing rub. his touch just as enticing and stimulating it is, is also calming, knowing exactly how to pacify your hot headedness. jake finds that really hot about you, the way you look like you couldn't harm a bug but he's seen you throw kicks and punches (for the right reasons) ‘looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you’ he never knew that's his type. sometimes and really only some rare times he wonders if you're not as innocent as he thinks you are, getting rock hard at the thought of it, dick twitching multiple times imagining you saying and doing things that an angel like you shouldn't be.
for the rest of the ride he manages to lull you back to your sweet candy mode, making you laugh at his lame pick up lines, and occasionally tickling your sides. head falling back into his shoulder in cute giggles and hips rolling on him, damn only he knows how bad he's holding back. as shameless as he is he'd probably jump your bones right infront of everyone to see. thankfully you bring the decency in your relationship.
when your stop comes, he intertwines his fingers you as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving.
“'m gonna flatten out all your abs today, you'll need to gym again,” jake chuckles, feeling you roll over his body like mei’s lint roller as he lays on your favorite fluffy kuromi rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. the weight of your body on and off and the touch of your hot skin he feels funsies,“you do this all the time, candy and my abs have never left. how can i let them? knowing how much you love it,” reaching behind to hold you still on his back. you are glad he can't see the way your cheeks warm up at that, a bashful look on your face remembering all the times he's caught you ogling at his body.
“why are you sulking?” he asks when you don't respond with a whine like you usually do. aware that you behave this way either when you’re over the top bathing in happiness or dissatisfied with something.
“’m gonna gain weight now because of you, i’ll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to resist binge eating,” you lightly punch at the curve of his shoulders, dropping your head into the crook of his neck in a pout. jake turns around swiftly to hold you in a hug, wanting nothing more than to cheer you up,“i love your belly anyhow, whether it’s visible or not,” giving the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch. you wince playfully drawing back inches to tease him only to drop down into his arms to hug him back seconds later,“yeah whatever,” his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm once again, and the warmth spreading all over your mind this time. why does he have to be so sweet to you?
you both stay like that for a while breathing slowly, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. you’re the first to pull away,“you should finish that essay, i have to prepare for my test next week,” jake groans at the loss of your touch, wailing out with his hands as you leave the room.
”i’m joining you as soon as i finish this!”
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four days later on the weekend, you sit on the couch alone, wrapped in the thin lilac charmeuse blanket jake got for you (he said it the softness of it, reminded him of you.) waiting for your him to join you. eight in the morning with ‘tangled’ running on the tv, it's not something jake would ever want to do, but he gives in because you like it; bonus sometimes when you get a little sleepy, he grabs the chance to cuddle you as close as he can, leaving a few fluttering kisses on your temple and cheeks. he's grateful you never say anything about it and just let him be.
“yunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday,” you spare a quick glance towards jake as he walks out his room. his headset rests loosely around his neck, half naked, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and his black hair all dishevelled: looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week. “yeah sure,” the rasp in his voice as he mumbles out softly gives away the fact that he probably stayed up all night again.
taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon, jake scoops out a small little portion. going up to your slouched figure on the couch, and extending it out for you to eat,“here you go, candy,” he does it quite often, infact he loves to feed you. seeing your cheeks full and your eyes sparkling makes him feel fond as much as it turns him on. picturing you the same way on your knees between his legs with his dick stuffed in your mouth. choking and gagging on him, tears dropping down your pretty eyes while you stare up at him with this same doe look. it'd be heaven. even more so if he would have to teach you how to do it right, further fueling the massive corruption kink he seems to have harboured after meeting you.
he passes you melon after you take the bite, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. eyes trained on the way you fill in more in your mouth than you can handle, face all round and full,”eat slowly,” he flicks at your forehead.
“do you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this one’s pretty small,” he adds a minute later, raising his brows subtly.
“well, first of all i didn’t plan to have a roommate and secon- i swear if it’s for your hook-ups i’m kicking you out!” it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you spit a seed at him. one that due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest. damn those muscles they get you feelings things you probably shouldn't be.
putting away the watermelon on your tea table, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off in a crackle of laughter,“this is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!”
“stop making me appear like a horndog!” he laughs along, whinning at your false accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.
“well that is exactly what you are!” you throw the closest cushion at his face. grinning with your signature cutesy doe eyes and jake is a goner. he always is.
“no don't do this me,”
“change the sheets then, it's your turn this week,” turning away from him, you fix your eyes on rapunzel climbing down the tower. trying to avoid the way he stares at you with betrayal, immediately scooting over to tickle you.
“you cheeky liar it's your turn,” his hands glossing over your ticklish areas.
“i love you,” in a fit of uncontrolled giggles, you shout. pushing against him to escape only to have your wrists pulled away, held together in a tight grasp and pinned above your head. “candy! i love you is not gonna get you out of chores come on i'll help you. we'll watch tangled later. together, i promise,” his laughter dies down with every word he utters, whispering out the last part as he becomes aware of the proximity between you two. so close you both think, breaths slowing down and heartbeats picking up the pace with each passing second.
“we're doing this okay?” jake whispers again, albeit, his tone a tad bit more heavy and bothered. an ambiguous daze clouding over, as if he is talking about something entirely different than just changing sheets. a twinge of lust bubbling inside. having you under him like this makes him realize just how desperately he wants you, and how bad his strength kink blooms for you. to have you whimpering and moaning, gaze all hazy as you let him do whatever he wants with you. damn he feels his dick twitch at that, gulping nervously hoping you wouldn't notice.
“you look like eugene,” you mumble out suddenly and jake feels his thirst rise off the roof, because the size difference between the characters? he wouldn't deny he thought of you the first time he saw the animation. wanting you have you in his arms the same way.
“then you must be my rapunzel,” you feel even more flustered if that's possible, your stomach twisting and twirling at his words until,”now come on we gotta keep the house clean for mother gothel,” jake let's his grip on you loosen, taking a moment to get off you.
“yunie!”
“i'll make you some sweet soy-glazed potatoes too later,” he voice drowns out as he enters you bedroom first.
“well i guess it's okay then,” you giggle following after him.
“candy that's not how you tuck in the corners,” jake scolds you for nth time, running after you to fix the edges you mess up deliberately time and again. “hey! candy! get down!” you make it a chaos for him, jumping onto the unmade bed and messing up the sheets all the way.
“oops,” there's a devilish grin on your face as jake pauses to watch you have your sugar rush episode.
“if you wanna wrestle again and end up under me, just say so,” he teases, inching closer and grabbing you by the waist. you both laugh again as if you weren't dripping with need for each other just moments ago. he picks you up and walks to the door putting you down by the sill,”i seriously need to get this done, you go and peel the potatoes for me,” you can't cook for the sake of god and letting you use knives is like a deathwish, jake can only hope peeling will keep you busy and safe enough to not end up with cuts anywhere.
the doorbell rings just as you step into the kitchen, walking back to the front in a sluggish sigh. feeling utter regret for answering the door, the instant you notice the figure outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you shut the door behind.
he peeps out your room at the sound of it, shrugging it off as nothing because you’ve done it lot many times: when your friends show up because you simply don’t want them to fall under his radar as prey.
you spare an indifferent glance at the way eunsang stands tall; hands folded with a cocky look on her rather gorgeous face. she's a beauty and you hate to admit that, a vibe so opposite of you it makes you insecure considering jake's hooked up with her more than a few times. “i’m here to see jake,” she states, tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him nowhere to be seen.
“and he doesn’t want to see you, didn’t he tell you it was the last time,” you counterattack, folding your arms and straightening up to look intimidating. your stare is one of taunt, carrying a gaze of boredom in hopes to establish that you're one to reckon with.
“are you jake? i said i want to talk to jake not you,” her heels click in impatience and underlying disgust in the tone she uses with you gets on your nerves.
you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, tongue poking at the side of your cheek, “and are you deaf? i said he does not want to talk to you,” assert dominance, assert dominance you repeat over and over in your head.
but what she says next makes you lose your temper.
jake, the very epicenter of it all, on the other hand has no idea of what's going on outside until there's a scream that sounds too much like you, one turning into many more. it's frantic and inhumane, the speed at which he runs out. dropping everything and anything. there in broad daylight he finds you and eunsang trying to rip each other's hair out in the thankfully empty hallway. he doesn't know if he should be worried more about your scalp hurting or your throat tearing from how loudly you scream over eunsang. his hands flail as he contemplates on breaking the fight or letting you calm down, which you probably won't as he knows. he grabs onto eunsang's hands on your head trying to loosen her grip on your hair, concerned over the pain you must be feeling while you're there now trying to kick her between her legs. she's shocked to say the least, watching him latch you off her in a swift motion and throw you over his shoulder. he takes you back inside quickly, groaning at your fists pounding against his back in a protest,”fucking let go of me! i’m gonna give her a good piece of my mind!”
“candy language!” putting you down by the kitchen softly, he grasps the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,“stop fighting all the time, stay here i’ll talk to her, okay?” he speaks slowly as an attempt to calm you. when you wiggle off in a scornful shrug, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face, a tender look in his eyes,“okay?” you nod in a defeated sigh and he's out the door before you can say anything else. you're upset, really upset, you know what you did outside was not decent yet you can't get over the fact that he left you in here to go back to talk to her. he was on your tail last week trying to beg you to help him get rid of her and even shooed her out the unit harshly, what more is there to talk about?
truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or should he say saw you. it was the move in day, he had all the necessities for the week packed in a travel suitcase, with the other stuff to be brought in later on. he was waiting for the elevator in the lobby, more tense and anxious than ever to meet the girl he was going to be living with a good four years of his college life. hoping she'd not treat him like some stranger, or be someone impossible to get close to hash live with. along with little bits of curiosity and hopes again, that she'd be a pretty and sweet girl maybe someone help could form some kind of benefits with.
however never in a million years did he ever expect it to be the cute yet fierce girl in the elevator. to say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement, he was literally blown off his feet, scared or impressed, his confusion was massive. when the doors of the elevator had opened he had found you slapping a middle aged man,”fun? you think groping my butt ‘s fun, you sicko,” kicking him in the balls next. hard. jake had gulped at that, hard. heart on a pause. the look of feigned innocence on your face as you did all that. damn jake swears it was that moment he fell. maybe not romantically but you definitely got his dick hard.
you looked super cute, and you knew how to fight, jake thought he hit the jackpot when you turned out to be his roommate. pretty you were, definitely, and sweet wasn't even a question; you were sweet to him and you are a lot of sweet. the only thing that remains a mystery till now is if you'd taste as sweet. jake hopes he can find that out.
he returns a few minutes later, lips pursed in a small smile as he shuts the front door. it grows even wider when his eyes find you,“so your soy glazed potatoes,” he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out.
“she called me a slut for living with a guy like you and i was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-” you bang on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,“and you dragged me in!” whinning in a pout that looked as upset as your furrowed brows.
jake glances over in amusement, halting to give you another grin as he boops your nose gently,“my darling candy, i’m only good to you,” the glare you throw his way only makes him snicker with adoration. the little flicker of bashfulness you feel making you break out in a smile which (thankfully, for you) jake doesn't notice.
“whatever, i’m gonna take a long shower. do not disturb me!” you leave in a rush afraid if you stay too long he'd see it all on your face.
ten minutes later, as you tiptoe to get your favorite shower gel from the shelf above the mirror, luck decides to remind you why you shouldn't ever stay away from jake sim. feet slipping on the wet floor, body colliding against the cold tiles in a thud loud enough to have jake come running.
“candy, you're okay? what happened? should i open the door? ‘m coming in,” his voice is laced with worry, snapping open the door to find you laying flat down, though to his relief not unconscious. he picks you carefully, bringing you to your room and seating you on the edge of the bed to check for any injuries. hands delicately caressing all over and asking if it hurts any where,”you're so clumsy, always getting me worried like shit,”
“language,” you giggle, trying to make him laugh and it works.
“sorry, just please be careful, okay?” his fingers brush back your hair as you give him a small nod,“do you feel pain anywhere?” another nod, and this one ticks his alarms.
“where!” your fingers reach out to press against the brooding crease between his brows, attempting to remove the frown from his face. and jake melts at that, feeling his heart flutter at your cuteness, god he loves this side of you so much.
“you little demon, look what happens if you don't shower with me,” laughing out together, oh how he wishes it were like this forever. and jake sim has never thought of a forever ever before.
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a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day. but what seems to have changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number alarmingly cutting down day by day (which currently sits at zero) and what you haven’t noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip over himself. which is partially true. jake thought of you as deserving someone better, so it was only right that he became better. and what better way than to start with quitting the position of campus’ resident fuckboy.
after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you get straight to bed. changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket from around eight in the evening. jake returns from his soccer practice later, unaware of the fact that you're already passed out. opening your door to let you know of his night out plans,“candy, i’m gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? i didn’t know i’m so sorry candy,” he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy figure under the covers. trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes; heavy blinking and a small pout, his cute girl.
“it’s okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, i’ll be back in the morning,” approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep well’ before leaving.
it's probably past midnight when you wake up to constant ringing of calls. fumbling around for your phone in a daze only to find a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of texts from the same. it's jay, asking you to get jake from the bar they're at. saying the guy's refusing to go back with anyone that's not you: whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.
'where is my candy?’ jay and sunghoon are sick and tired of hearing it all night.
by the time you get him back to the apartment, it's three and your bones hurt from the weight of his body leaning all over you. it doesn't help that all he does is giggle and throw himself over you. there's been a lot of times you have seen him drunk, probably more than a dozen, but he's never looked as wasted as today. sunghoon told you it's because he drank way more than usual, and unbeknownst to you that you are the sole reason, you wonder of the things that plague his mind to the extent of drinking so much.
dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going through his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you can grab. “come on yunie, get changed,” you hand him the clothes, turning away when he takes everything off nonchalantly. even though he likely would rather want you to look, from the many times he's said it before ‘why’re you looking away, candy it's all for you,’ his exact words. the bane of your existence.
after he's changed, you wipe the sweat off his body with a wet towel as much as you can. giving him a glass of water before leaving for your room when he grabs your wrist and stops you with his puppy eyes.
in the morning, around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk. he sits at his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed, clad in his shirt. it’s like he feels everything is over and done from here. he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk. with his head hung in guilt, he doesn't notice you stirring awake, sitting up at the sight of his hunched figure.
“yun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should i make you something for it?” startled at your soft voice, he flinches visibly. a thousand scenarios running through his mind and not one ends up good.
“you don’t even know any hangover recipes,” jake mumbles almost inaudibly.
“i can just search on the internet and try my best, it’s not like i’ll give you anything inedible,” you teaee, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.
it takes him a moment to speak again, sounding as miserable as he has never before,“candy i’m,” he halts, gulping to hold back the lump in his throat,“i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to, i don’t why i, it's all my fault,” he stops again, leaving you confused and dumbfounded,“what are you saying? what apology?” it is when his eyes shift to stare at what you’re clad in, staying there for a hard minute when you get a rough idea of what he could be thinking of. your cheeks grow hot at the realization, shaking your head when unholy images pop up in your subconscious.
but the butterflies fly away just as fast as they came as his words dawn uppn you. even if it didn’t happen the fact that he wouldn’t mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently? your heart breaks more than a little at that.
“why? is it because i’m not like the others you have been with? because i’m not like eunsang? or because i’m not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-”
“that’s the problem! you’re not like her! you’re not like anyone i've known before! you’re special and i’m afraid i’ll lose you, things will change and just i’ll have to get over you without even getting a chance,” it's the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, and the first time ever he's sounded so desperate, weak and dejected. so vulnerable.
the split moment of sadness dissipates with every word that sinks in. the revelation of a(n after)drunk confession. the fact that you're a different kind of special to him, that he would want a chance to be with you, that he's afraid to lose you. you supres the urge to laugh when it all settles into your understanding. having a better grasp over the bigger picture. your steps are slow and calculated as you walk over to him, sitting across his lap and cupping his cheeks in a fleeting breath of courage. his eyes almost bulge out when you brush your lips lightly against his, mumbling softly,“nothing happened, but if you still want i can give you a chance, it’s going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely,” you giggle and jake malfunctions for an instant before grabbing you in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“of course, of course i do want it, i’ve always wanted it,” chanting out in a trance.
“your lips tasted like watermelon,” he mutters out some time after, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. still in a daze that out of all the bad things that could've happened it was none. literally none plus you perhaps wanting him just as much as he wants you.
“i had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up,” you push at his shoulder, getting off him to leave the room to cook something. probably (as you said) a recipe searched up on the web, hopefully edible enough for a hungover person.
when he comes out later, all showered and back to the jake you know: the one who likes his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. “why were- are you wearing my shirt then?”
“you practically begged me to last night while sobbing for i don’t know what reason,” he's a bit flustered at that, but hey, it's what got him here, you gotta do what you gotta do.
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“candy, you wanna go out tonight? jay and sunghoon wanted to hang out but i don't wanna leave you so i said i’d bring you along,” jake asks, knocking at your door.
it takes you a little over a minute to open up but jake's does not mind it at all for obvious reasons, his jaw comically falling to the floor when you walk out in your tiny little blue sundress and the shade of lipgloss he was dying to see you in. you're unreal.
“yes! i heard you on call earlier,”
“oh my god candy, gimme a princess twirl,” the amount of desire he feels for you right now is unfathomable. biting his lips at the sight of your lace panties underneath that faintly flash him in the mini twirl you do. can you get any hotter?
“just fifteen minutes and i'll be ready,” he got ten minutes to do something about the boner he just popped, and it's more than enough to have him rub one out with what he just saw. maybe add a little hint of imagination and wondering what you'd sound like if he were to touch you down there. especially given the fact that the likelihood of it happening were through the roof now. you almost kissed last week, anything could happen at this point. and jake's dick gets impossibly sensitive at the odds of it.
at the restaurant, jay and sunghoon sit in an awkward silence, watching you both be all over each other. when they agreed for jake to bring his girl along, they didn't expect it to be so bad.
“um jake talks a lot about you,” sunghoon says trying to start a conversation that he knows probably wouldn't go anywhere.
“he does? that's so sweet,” you smile, giggling over something jake whispers in your ear, his hand palming over the plush of your exposed thighs,”what do you wanna eat?” sunghoon nerves feel boiled at the way jake completely skips over his attempt to talk to you. while jay sips at wine, agonizingly slow knowing this is how it's gonna be from now on. their friend is a changed man.
“i have this picture of jake from middle school, you'd love to see it i promise,” a little tipsy, sunghoon's persistence to put himself in the equation albeit admirable, annoys the fuck out of jake, scowling at the other well of aware of the so called picture he wants to share.
“jay man, take care of him. candy and i are going home,” jake gives them a tight lipped smile, holding your rather drunk self (it's just wine you had said)
“see you later ca- y/n,” at first jay leans in for a friendly hug but— nevermind. the way jake stares at him is scarily weird.
jake makes sure to have you sit on the couch before he leaves to get you water but you're sprawled out on the floor when he comes back. mumbling something about how cool the tiles feel against your skin,”come on you should drink some water,” jake pulls you up on your ass, sitting cross legged on the floor beside you. his hand softly holds the back of your head as he brings the glass to your mouth.
“alright say, what did you wanna say?”
“i wanna kiss you,” if jake thinks the pout on your lips is the cutest thing ever then the words you say must have to be the hottest thing ever. how can a simple word like kiss make his heart flutter so bad? and it's not even lust at this point.
he fulfils your wish without a thought, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. sucking on your bottom lip a second long before he pulls away and boops your nose. no tongue and no other intentions. the after taste of your gloss lingering in his mouth.
“let me tell you a secret,” you whisper out, moving over to his lap, knees on the floor each side.
“i knew you stole my kuromi panties,” he's shocked you know about it, he made sure to be extra careful with it, though his nasty ass was internally hoping you'd catch him.
“mhm, i do have it with me but it's not really wearable now,” he did not see this becoming something sexual but the moment you brought up the panties, you might as well have brought up his dick. man practically re-lived every single time he used it to jerk off, all those orgasms coming to life at once.
“you need to punished!” you whine,
“what do you wanna do?” and jake feels his dick get harder at that.
“can we kiss again?” oh my god, you make him feel so fuzzy and horny at the same time, it's unbelievable. in the guide of jake sim: to make him horny is relatively easy, to get him all fuzzy is once in a lifetime and to get him both at the same time is impossible. yet you do it so effortlessly.
jake answers you with his lips against yours again, relishing in the feeling of them on his own. all those times he wondered of how it'd feel like to kiss you seemed so lame now that he actually did. no imagination could ever come close to way he feels right now. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls away for a moment,”i wanna love you so much and take you on cute little dates and buy you all the food you want and fuck you so hard you only remember my name,”he mumbles against your lips in a bit whisper, letting you take a breath before he dives right back in. this time he lets his tongue slide in, rubbing against your own for a short while only to pull back and go for another trying to keep your lips pressed together for as long as he could. finally pulling away when he feels you push against him a little too roughly, a crawl of shudders all over his skin at the roll of your hips against his bulge.
“wan’ you to fuck me too,” you whine, this time desperately.
“fuck candy, you're drunk we shouldn't be doing this,” he reminds, failing miserably to hold himself back. his hands keep twitching to just grab your hips and grind you down on his dick until you're both cumming together.
“i’m not, i swear. i just drank a little because i couldn't have done this all sober,” even through the layers of clothes, jake can feel your neediness dropping with the way you roll your hips harder against him. speeding up when you think he's pushing you away, but he's just grabbing you closer by the waist. he can't deny how wanted he feels right now, feeling like he'd explode any second. the fuck were you so horny for him?
“are you sure this is okay?” he asks again. no matter how bad he's dying to fuck you, he'll never do it if you don't to.
“‘s okay, please yunie,” you feel his hands slide along your thighs and in between your legs. fingers faintly brushing over the wet patch on your panties in a sharp inhale. he grazes two fingers against your clit, testing the waters. rubbing harder when he feels your breathing pick up it's pace, switching to spank your clit impossibly fast having lost control at the sound of your wanton whimpers.
“don’t move and take it baby,” jake growls, pushing you flush against his chest, making your back arch more and more into him. tits bouncing right up in his face as he bends down to nibble as the exposed skin between them.
he stops for a moment only to push your panties to the side and touch you raw. rubbing rougher and so intense, your legs feel number from pleasure,”has anyone touched you like before?” his jaw clenches hard, eyes dark with want as they remain fixated at the sight of his hands on your pussy. fuck he finally knows what touching you feels like.
“ngh— no, fuck!” and it boosts jake's ego through the roof, he doesn't think he's ever felt as horny as he feels right now. the thought of being the first to touch you in your princess parts, the first you have seen you putty like this, the first to be the one to get you like this. fuck, fuck, fuck! he feels so turned on it's literally inhumane. precum oozing out his tip with every twitch of his dick.
“mm, gonna put my fingers in you,” you feel one of jake's fingers press into you, sliding inside easily with how dripping wet you are. the pornographic moan you let out when he slowly slips in another and curves up has his dick twitch so damn hard he thinks he just came untouched. you sound so cute yet so fucking hot, his mind is in a spiral of everything he wants to do to have you moan like that again and again until you're so drunk on pleasure, you only want him all the time.
“shit you're so tight and warm, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock,” his eyes keenly hooked on the way you raise your hips to meet the thrusts halfway,”y-yun, ‘s feels too g-good ah,”
“fuck you're so hot and so perfect for me,” his words travel straight to your core having you clench tight around his fingers and all of a sudden you find your oragasm hitting you as violently as jake continues to run you through it, fast and painfully pleasurable. enamoured and obsessed with the way your doe eyes struggle to stay open, mouth parting in a loud whine, back arching and hips shooting up. god you're a piece of art and jake doesn't think he's ever gonna want anyone other than you.
he immediately stands up with you in his arms, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing you gently on the cold marble. his fingers run through your hair in a soft caress, tucking in the messy strands behind your ears,”you sure you want this? we can stop here if you want. just say the word and i’ll stop,”
“wan’ yun to be my first,” you whimper wearily, jake feels his heart skip a couple of beats. your first, he wants to be your last too and you to be his last.
”gonna make you cum so much harder on my cock,” he places his hands on your thighs in a tight grip and forces them apart fervently. he so damn wants to eat you out but he also wants to feel you cum around his cock, it's a hard choice to make but his cock feels so angry and heavy slick from all the precum he shot out each time you whimpered or moaned or whined, if he'd wait to get his dick wet he'd probably actually come untouched from your sounds and reactions alone. and only god knows(jay too oops) how bad jake sim wants the first time he cums with you to be deep inside you. so much so that he might develop a kink of getting you knocked up (nope you're too young for that!)
he takes his pants off in a snap, practically ripping his boxers along with it, grabbing his rock hard dick, throbbing and red at the tip and trusting into his fist a couple of times. breathing heavy at the way you watch him with your lips between your teeth. he wonders how good it'd feel to watch you touch yourself while he does the same, cumming together with your eyes locked. but he probably doesn't have that kind of self control to just watch you touch yourself, when he can do it himself?
he taps his tip against your clit for a hot minute sliding it along your folds in a strained groan. you're so embarrassing wet, it's like jake could shove himself inside immediately and your you'd hardly feel pain for a while. however, holding back his desires, he pushes into you slowly, holding your body close and stroking your back soothingly,”let me know when i can move,” a tender kiss at your forehead, trying to make sure you know you have the say it in.
jake groans as you give him the go seconds later,”mhmmm candy⁠— baby,” moaning soft and lustful as he pulls out till the tip and thrusts all the way in. your insides feel so warm and gummy, walls clenching around him crazy tight. he thinks he'll lose his mind and end up cumming embarrassingly fast like a teen getting pussy for the first time. the way he feels the pleasure throb in his veins so intense all over his body, it's almost numbing.
your hands loop around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he pounds into you rough, his pace hard and fast pushing all his body weight against you.
“don't think i can ever get enough of you,”
the sight of the thin straps of your dress slipped to the sides, tits almost spilling out of the front gets jake going, fueling him to grab at you anywhere and everywhere his hands can possibly go,”tell me im dreaming fuckkk— i've wanted you for so long, can't count the number of times i've jerked off to the thought of having you like this, so pretty and dumb under me,” all those evenings when you roamed around the unit in the shortest shorts and the smallest crops, driving him mad shit insane, having to sneak off into the bathroom multiple times. fisting his cock hard, groaning and biting back his moans as he got off to the thought of you, while you sat all unaware and innocent on the other side of the wall.
he stops abruptly, pulling out in a frenzy and turning you around on your heels and pushing you by the back of your neck to lay against the cool granite. one hand going down to grab at your thigh and hook it up on the counter, drooling at the way your pussy glistens from the angle. he shoves his dick back in without a warning, feeling your ass collide against him harsh yet fervid.
you both pant in rasps when his cock hits a sensitive spot inside you. he shifts to angle himself just right to repeatedly brush against that spot and you mewl out loud at that, so loud your neighbours probably know what you're up to.
“fuck i can't stand not seeing your cute face,” jake bends over to grab you by your throat, pulling you up and flush against him, head resting back at his shoulders as he forces to look at him, fingers gripping your jaw softly,”eyes on me, okay baby?” grunting from deep within his chest, a wild grin on his face as he watches you get lost in ecstasy,”i’ll get you addicted to my cock,” just like how addicted he already is with your pussy and everything about you.
his other hand reaches up to tug the front of your dress down, groping up one of your tits, a silk touch to see your reaction. loving the way it's so obvious how sensitive you are there. mouth parting open with you in sensuous gasps as he twists your nipple harshly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. your walls clench a little too hard and your back arches off as you push your hips back into him, the tell tale signs of you getting close,”my baby's gonna cum for me?”
holding your jaw to have your eyes trained on him, he unexpectedly inserts his thumb in your mouth pressing against your wet tongue, your red swollen lips too tempting to resist,“fuck yes, show me how pretty you cum,” you mumble out a series of incoherent words in hazy chant.
the hand on your breast slips down to your lower abdomen pressing rashly against his bulge, feeling faint movement of his cock deep inside you. fuck you're so small and delicate. his hold on you tightening as his calloused fingers find your neglected bud, rolling it in quick, tight circles. it's so painful yet you feel so good, tears wailing down your cheeks as your orgasm crashes hard, overwhelming and violent, thighs trembling and pussy clenching uncontrollably. jake's continues to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high. eyes fluttering shut, and swallowing thickly at the sensation of you creaking over his sensitive length, cock throbbing impossibly hard.
jake refuses to stop even after you have come down,”one more candy, i know you can do one more for me,” hips hammering into you at full force, and lips finding yours in ragged breaths. and it dawns on you what exactly you have gotten yourself into when you feel the two of his fingers protruding at your entrance, trying to push in beside his cock,“if you try to close your legs i'm gonna punish you,” he warns making you whine into his mouth.
in a flash he turns your body to face his, quickly shoving his cock and fingers back into you. his other hand spanking the skin of your ass and kneading it a soft caress after. he eyes hypnotized at the view of you taking him in, a white ring of your cum adorning the base of his cock. he spits at your clit, once again toying with the engorged bud, pinching and flicking,”“gonna make you cum until you pass out, fuck i really wanna do that⁠—” your hand darts out to grip at jake's wrist, feeling too overwhelmed with hypersensitivity. wanting to shy away but the pleasure’s so good you can't bring yourself to push him away.
“but it's your first time,” jake mumbles between hoarse grunts.
before you can even realize it yourself your third orgasm courses through you vehemently. body jerking and twitching, almost falling over if not for jake's hold. jets of cum gushing out as you moan loud.
feeling you spill down his cock, all warm and tight, his brutal rhythm falters,”fuck- ‘m gonna cum,” eyes locking with yours as he thrusts once, twice and then stills, burying himself deep, streams of cum shooting out. hot spurt after spurt, swollen cock twitching against your walls. goosebumps all over, his legs quiver from how hard he came.
he stays quiet and motionless for a while, his arms wrapped around your shaking body. breathing in the scent of your shampoo, trying to calm his pounding heart and cock.
“you good candy? i’m sorry, i think i went a little rough on you,” you nuzzle into him in quiet,’its okay’ as he strokes your head, leaving fluttering kisses over your face. picking you up by the thighs he brings you to your bed, laying you down and gently pulling out. groaning at the way all your mixed cum oozes out, pretty little hole clenching around nothing.
exhausted, you let your mind drift, feeling the drowsiness kick in while jake bends between your legs with a wet towel. whining wearily, when his lips wrap around your nub in a suck, the wet sensation of his tongue against your clit like a shot of electricity,”sorry, baby just had to do that once,” he knew he didn't just call you candy for nothing and he was right. grining sheepishly as he wipes the rest of the cum off, cleaning you all up.
“you're nasty,” you manage to whisper out.
“only for you,” the touch of his body is hot and comforting, arms around your waist cuddling closely(and half naked).
“let's shower together in the morning, wanna eat you out so-”
“jake!”
“what? it's the truth!”
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the following around four in the afternoon before jake has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach him on the couch, as always re-watching an episode of vincenzo. you haven't talked much about labels, but it's known to everyone that you're sorta together. more like jake is taken by you. his friends weren't too surprised to know about you both, it was obvious jake had the hots for you and from the little hangout at the restaurant they figured it all worked out for him.
“incoming, pocky!” you sit beside him with a banana flavored pocky stick between your teeth, leaning in teasingly.
“oh you want me so bad,” he plays along inch closer and biting it off in a snap, lips barely brushing against yours.
pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed into his chest, he locks you in place, chuckling at the way you attempt to escape. his fingers twirling the ends of your hair as you surrender in seconds, switching to watching the show absent-mindedly,”my parents wanted to meet you,” he drops the bomb, tracing random letters on your skin to distract of the fact that he just mention a meeting with parents.
“as my roommate, actually,” quickly adding the important point, fingers poking at your cheeks like jello.
“so suddenly though?” you think back on all the things you have ever done to him, for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl who’s indulging their son’s already unpleasant habits.
“they’ve actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, i was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and i have no more excuses to give,” hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically devoured a whole at lunch. “if you don’t want to then you don’t have to, i’ll talk to them,” he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.
“no it’s okay, we can go meet them. how long will the drive be?” fumbling with his red knuckles, your mind wanders off to when he fingered you, growing hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. hardly listening in on his answers.
when jake leaves for his soccer practice, you find time to complete the trivial chores around the house. watering the plants with a pout, missing jake more than ever. you have completely different majors and you are not in any clubs either to stay after classes. the only time you spend together being the one at the apartment which is also cut down by his frequent practice sessions, sometimes in the morning during weekends and normally most evenings on weekdays. it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying. but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.
it takes you two whole weeks and a bunch of outfit checks to find yourself on your way to meet jake's parents. feeling almost weird and exhilarating at how his parents and his older brother welcome you. treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is. appearing more as a meeting with in-laws when you jake and you are not even official yet, more so they have no idea of what's going between you two.
they try their best to make you feel at home. during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, coddling you just as jake does back at your unit. they talk to you about casual things including your likes and dislikes, what major you are in, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesn’t feel as awkward as you as thought it would and you didn't have to put on any act as you prepared yourself to do.
in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got it all from. the sweet person he is, which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didn’t even have an ounce of hope that he’ll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct. yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy you’ve ever come around in your life ( and the nastiest perhaps, )
when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to share his thoughts,“you know until i heard him call you candy a while ago, i was under the impression that 'candy’,” he quotes it specially with a movement of his fingers,“is supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after i saw the contact name showing up when he got a call the last time he was here,” giving you a sly look as he catches sight of jake approaching,“turns out it’s you, i never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,”
before you leave in the evening, jake makes sure to let them know that you’re toegther, and that he’s not playing around this time. he’s willing to give effort into it and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you.
on your way there you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations. even prepared yourself to hear things that’ll stick to you not so positively. but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what you had internally composed yourself for. it’s all you can think of in the car and after you’re back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.
cheerleader, not a bad idea—
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“oh my god candy, you're gonna be the death of me!” jake pulls you away, dragging you to the back of the bleachers, his cock already rock hard and throbbing with need.
“don't you like it? i thought cheerleaders dressed like this,” you pout at him, fiddling with the ends of the literally shortest skirt of your closet.
“i love it baby, but you can't just show up to practice like that, how am i gonna be able to concentrate when all i can think of you is fucking you,” he groans scanning over your figure again and again, it's like you brought out a hidden desire he didn't even know he had. he'd win every game for you if you were to cheer by the stands like this, the adrenaline of getting to ruin your perfect outfit and your perfect makeup after, putting him on a winning streak.
“teach me to suck you off,” jake loses his mind when you get down on your knees, pushing your hair out of the way and looking up at him through your lashes, doe eyes driving him crazy.
“shit baby, i will,” oh he's so going to corrupt you.
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leaderwonim · 2 months
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enhypen texts when you pretend to be another girl and text them !
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pairing. enha ot7 x fem!reader
warnings. none that i can think of? this was 100% inspired by this post made by @ohmygs-blog please check out her account because her fics are amazing !!
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awkwardandromeda · 21 days
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nsfw.
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❝ you need a man ❞ — detective!sunghoon x mafiadau!reader
cw: female reader, age gap, situationship, angst, apparition of niki, reader has an innocent personality, made up last name for reader, corruption kink, sh’s a little perv, inexperienced reader, sloppy kissing, mentions of drugs, pet names, guns, sir calling, reader loves sh hands, minors drinking alcohol, dirty talk, jealousy, fingering, spanking, hickeys, unprotected sex, almost oblivious reader, made up name for reader’s father, fake insta & imessages.
wc: 9,177
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you say goodnight: meet me next life, but i’m yours tonight.
park sunghoon, job devoted man, half his twenties, bright mind and very capable physique. he was the perfect match for the job: bring down yang seojun’s drug business. job which wasn’t really worth explaining, he simply analyzed everything and communicated it to his team so they could recap the information and put together an arrest warrant to shut his work down, but the process of getting inside the home was a little tricky, they had to pay one of the bodyguards to suffer an injury and present himself up to his boss and tell him he had to back off, he was terribly injured and so, sunghoon walked in. for about four months of hell, he tried not to fail his job by exposing himself as an investigation department’s detective and did his best to work it all out, and he did. the calendar marked exactly eight months since he started “working” as one of yang’s bodyguard, but that day was different, new news coming up to him awfully (for his actual job as a detective). he was transferred from being one of the boss’ guard, to his daughter’s.
and oh, sunghoon knew you, he did very well. you were probably the reason why he ended up keeping the job and not bailing down, seeing you was probably his biggest pay off and enjoyed every second of it. every time you walked around in your little summer short’s, your cute crop tops and danced around your house innocently thinking no one would be watching you, you drove sunghoon insane. he had managed to get involved with you throughout his whole stay there, so you would trust him everything and become close to him. “hey, you” sunghoon smiled at you while walking to the kitchen where you were, you smiled and kindly invited him some of what you were eating but he refused. “your father made me your personal guard” his voice came out annoyed because that meant he wouldn’t be able to be completely involved in yang’s business, and you noticed. “i can see you’re not very comfortable with that” your voice ringing in his ears as he shook his head in disapproval, explaining he was already used to the hard work, this because you were very known to be the easiest one to work with. “well, i’m going out tonight. i’m cleaning out my ‘easiest to look out for’ name” you laughed and he tilted his head. “where are you going?” sunghoon asked, now very interested. it had got to his attention that there were rumors going around of you dating a guy whose father was the second one in game and your father had personal business with. “are you going out with your new boyfriend?” he mocked, intentionally saying it to confirm the suspicions. “he’s not my boyfriend… yet! but yes, riki invited me to a party tonight and we’re going” you calmly said, softly biting your bottom lip enthusiastically remembering him. “riki? as in nishimura riki?” you nodded, cheeks blushing because of the sudden talk and you not realizing sunghoon was simply collecting information from you. “how long have you two been going around?” that all seemed like an interrogation (which it was, since sunghoon’s literally an spy), but you weren’t even in your five senses when talking about niki so you just continued responding not minding anything. “we’ve been seeing each other for about two months now, he’s the first guy i’ve ever gone out with… do you think he fancies me too?” you childishly smiled, sunghoon felt jealousy behind his mask. “maybe, i don’t know. we’ve heard loads of things about niki” he spilled the poison merely out of envy for an eighteen year old boy, he felt so stupid but he also couldn’t even understand why he felt so jealous. you glanced at him and frowned your eyebrows. “what things?” sunghoon smirked as he turned his back on you, knowing his plan worked but simply shrugged his shoulders and continued with his act, you desperately grabbed his arm and asked him again, he laughed. “well, i think you gotta find out for yourself, but things like niki’s mostly a player” he was lying. never in his life had he heard someone say that, or anything about niki at all. “anyway, i’ll wait downstairs for when you’re ready” sunghoon winked and left the kitchen leaving you alone with your new thoughts.
you weren’t a rag doll yourself, you were young and experimenting new sensations everywhere and you fought them everyday when you spotted sunghoon simply standing with his hands in his pockets while speaking to someone in his pitch black suit. even if you liked riki, your eyes were always finding themselves guilty when searching for sunghoon’s in every room you were in but you now tried to wipe off the very imaginative thoughts to somewhat remember you had to get ready to see your… special someone.
sunghoon, on the other hand, stepped out of the kitchen to go through his thoughts and ignoring the fact that he just insanely made you feel sad over your boyfriend being a player when he never in his life has even heard anything about nishimura riki, he just knew his family but it’s almost the same as you, he goes almost unknown. by this time, sunghoon was eating his own fingernails just thinking how lovely it would be for your father that you were romantically involved with his best colleague son, they both would’ve squeeze the very most of that teenage love. he was so inside his thoughts that the horrid feeling of sudden jealousy and the actual feeling of intrigue that he needed to investigate on to contact his actual boss. what seemed to be decades passed by, sunghoon still inside his brain while looking at a blank spot, your eyes met his figure and walked up to him, quite disappointed he didn’t saw you while walking down the stairs to have a princess moment. stupid. “i’m ready” you said, poking his body and he finally looked at you. his eyes widened when he saw you almost feeling his dick harden up just by the thought of how good your boobs looked under the white translucent top and the beauty of your legs in your skirt. “sunghoon” you called, cheeks flustered because of his shameless stare. he reacted almost immediately and nodded a few times, his body walking up to the door and opening it for you and never in his life had he appreciated even more the lose of his main job to accompany you to parties if it meant you dressing up like that and shaking your hips in front of him as if you were doing it in purpose.
and so that night marked the end of sunghoon’s line with you. he stopped caring about his job, about his boss or about the fact that you were the daughter of the most dangerous drug lords of the country.
“why didn’t niki come to pick you up himself?” he asks you while looking at the opening gate, you pouted and turned your head. “he’s busy” that was a lie, it was the fact that he never asked. “busy? you’re never too busy for love if it’s real” he mocked, starting to make you a bit uncomfortable about the whole situation. “are you excited for your upcoming birthday party?” you finally sighed out of relief because of the change of topic, you nodded softly as you played with the strap of your top. “kinda… you know i’m not a big party girlie” he laughed at your elaboration of words but comforted you, saying you deserved to have a very sweet party. “you’ll be there, right?” he nodded quickly. “of course, it’s my job” but something inside you wanted him to know you didn’t wanted him as your bodyguard but as a guest, a part of you wanted sunghoon to be with you and not for you and if you were to ask him, he would be more than happy to do it.
getting to the party was easy, you got there at the perfect hour when it was at its peak, but you got anxious seeing so many cars in front of the mansion. suddenly you felt a hand on your knee and froze, sunghoon got close to you and smiled. “if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to go, baby. i’ll be here with you all the time” your eyes couldn’t believe him, he’d never crossed boundaries the whole time you’ve met him but again, you didn’t felt the need to back off. “i have to, for niki” you whispered, sunghoon sighing at your response. “you don’t have to do it all for him. if riki loves you, he’ll never put you in an uncomfortable situation” ignoring his hurting words, you stepped out of the car and waited to be accompanied by your guard, who after looking at him once again you noticed he wasn’t wearing his mandatory black suit. “why did you changed?” you curiously asked, he smirked. “i don’t want them booing you for being escorted so i figured it would be better if i wore something more casual to merge in” he was right, everyone would mock you for being in your guard with you and to be honest, sunghoon doesn’t look a day older than twenty, so he would totally merge in with everyone.
as you walked next to him you peeked an eye to take a better look, he looked even better in out wear clothes than in his elegant port he always carried around. “there he is” he almost screamed in your ear due to the loud music, his finger pointed at riki in the back drinking up from a cup and two girls on his side caressing his shoulders comforting him. you felt a knot in your stomach seeing him not backing off, but smirking at them. “if you feel uncomfortable, just come to me, yeah?” sunghoon hugged your shoulders, fitting in with the young wave of teenagers and walked you up to where riki was. he spotted you two and immediately shrugged off sunghoon away from you. “hands off my girl” he said roughly, the eldest one smirked mockingly, making riki’s blood rise up but calmed down when you hugged him. “missed you” you whispered in his ear while resting your head on his shoulders, he hugged your waist and kissed your forehead. “you look gorgeous” you felt the harsh stares on you, it was one of your first “public appearances” and not many people knew you two had something going on, but the stare you felt the most was sunghoon’s and god, you felt awful having niki in front of you hugging you but still thinking about sunghoon’s dark eyes and elegance, when you turned around to see where he was you caught him flirting with a girl who from time to time hit his shoulder while laughing and placed her hand on his chest. sunghoon caught you looking at him and bit his bottom lip softly, knowing that if it were for him, he’d drop off everything and come kiss you, but instead, he had to clench his jaw when seeing niki getting his hands a little to low on you.
as the party continued and the hours passed, you started to feel very overwhelmed because of all the people and loud music, niki had also pretty much had forgotten about you being somewhere with his friends. you also couldn’t spot sunghoon and was feeling incredibly dizzy. “you’re drunk” someone grope your shoulders from behind, you tilted your head and turned to face him and he was harshly standing there, he looked better than ever. “i’m not” you tried to speak out, he smirked. “you sure? didn’t niki made you drink a lot of stuff you didn’t enjoy because you wanted to see him have fun with you?” you looked away, guilty. sunghoon hugged your body again and placed his chin on your head. “he doesn’t love you, don’t even like you. he’s kept you all alone knowing this isn’t your move; he doesn’t deserve you” his hissed in your ear and his words made you hug his trunk in sadness, sobering up almost immediately. “if you give me a day to do something off work, will you let me?” he whispered to your ear, you glared confused at him and asked what he meant, sunghoon nodded his head in denial and you finally spoke up. “take me with you” he obeyed, holding your hand while protecting you from everyone, taking you safely to the car that was waiting for you two. once you were safe and calm, sunghoon, once again, repeated his question. “so, princess. if you gave me one day to not be your guard and do something off work, will you let me?” you, practically being his boss, stood in silence. the car felt so tiny all of a sudden, his eyes patiently holding your glare expectantly. “i don’t understand” you let out a whisper, sunghoon managed to sigh calmly and simply came closer to you. “tonight, just for tonight” he whispered when he came close to your face, only a few centimeters away from your lips. your breath cut off and your eyes widened, the smell of alcohol in both mouths mixed with his manly scent send shivers down your spine, in that position you could only think how much of a lie would it be to say you haven’t dreamt about having sunghoon so close to you, but in reality, you thought you’d never actually have him. “just between us” he whispered before he smashed his lips with yours. sunghoon’s hands quickly reached for your neck, pulling you closer to him and deepened the kiss, his harsh movement making you moan. your own hands reached for his cheek, which you grabbed softly and almost shyly, trying to let him know that you were enjoying it. it wasn’t a desperate kiss, but a genuine one; both of you had awaited for that moment and were savoring it for what it was. from time to time you two separated to grab some air and smiled at the thought of the moment, chuckling because of how cheesy you two felt. when you got back to it, both of you felt the very known desperation now and your hands played with your hair and then groped your bodies like you’ve never touched another being in your lives. sunghoon’s grip on your neck was harsh and hot, you pulled his hair sometimes and he departed his lips from yours, a thread of saliva trying to keep you together giving a full show with the tarnished windows and heavy breathing. but as he said: just for tonight. the game ended and sunghoon went back to his place, you tried to cool off and became embarrassed for letting yourself do that so easily, but still not regretting it. he gave you a soft squeeze on your thigh and started the car, taking you back home, safe and happy. when he placed his sight on you in a red light, he had the sudden urge to caress your skin once more, making you blush and squirm in response to the touch, something inside you wanting him to do more and him, wanting it too.
sunghoon perfectly knew that his words weren’t going to last very much. that night wasn’t going to be the only one.
for the next few weeks, you’ve been trying to avoid sunghoon as much as you could which was hard, since he was on your side all day, but you basically tried to hang out with your friends more and with riki, mostly. you knew this bothered sunghoon, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he grope the steering wheel while you playfully talked on the phone with him, in the indifference he expressed when driving you to a date, the hatred in his eyes whenever niki tried to converse with him and a lot more. you couldn’t really know what he felt or why was he so mad about it, so you decided to not investigate on it, you just continued with your life the way it was, trying to forget about that kiss, but sunghoon wasn’t going to bail down so easily. he felt stupid for what he was doing, yes, but for some reason he was doing it for you and not entirely for him.
for about three weeks now, sunghoon had put his detective abilities into discovering who nishimura riki actually was or wanted from you, easily discovering that he was actually a player like he’d said that one time. niki seemed to prioritize you, he actually seemed to like you but still, he got involved with some girl at the parties he attended almost weekly. every time a different one, then he came to you like he was the best guy ever. sunghoon’s blood boiled when discovering the reality, so he never doubted on telling you. so while on his way to taking you to one of the many dates you were now having, he parked the car out of nowhere and turned his body to face you. “just listen to me: it’s about riki” you sighed at his words, eyes facing your feet as you let him speak. “i… i wanted to make sure he treated you right, so i searched for answers and this is what i found” just like he’d do to his boss, he handed you pictures of riki kissing, hugging, dancing and taking out other girls on dates. you froze while seeing the images and felt tears forming in your eyes. “i told you he didn’t deserve you, you’re way too much for him” his voice was comforting, the reality was that he did all that to prevent you from getting even more involved with him so your heart wouldn’t crash as much. “i just wanted him to like me. am i not pretty enough? am i not… enough?” you whispered, your eyes finally meeting his. sunghoon felt his stomach turn upside down in anger hearing you doubt yourself, so he hugged you. “never say that again, no. do not think that because of some fucking child. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on, and you’re more than enough. he’s the one who isn’t enough for you, you deserve much more. you deserve a man”.
a man.
he hugged you tightly, like wanting all of your sorrow to evaporate while his arms squeezed your body. tears stopped rolling down your face and your hands reached for his neck, then caressed his hair. “what do you mean i deserve a man?” you whispered, he backed off and smirked. “if you give me the chance, i’ll show you the type of man you deserve” his breath hit your face with his minty breath and you blushed, head down while playing with your fingers. “sunghoon… what we did that time was a mistake. if my father ever knows about this, he’ll murder us both” he shook his head, refuting of your words and grabbed your chin to face him. “you can’t lie to me saying you don’t want the same that i do” you moaned when you felt his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him and shut your eyes harshly, like expecting sunghoon to be gone the moment you opened them again but, of course, that didn’t happen. “what if my father finds out?” he calmed you down, body dangerously approaching you. “we’ll be careful, baby, so, so careful” his whisper made you shake, then your lips met his taking the lead, face burning out of embarrassment. sunghoon felt he was finally reaching the clouds; you’ve finally accepted him. he could stop secretly looking at your ass whenever you were trying to get something off a tall kitchen shelf, at how good your boobs would look on your school uniform while you sat down in the front seat texting on your phone, your legs in the shorts and skirts you wore and the way your lips grope ice lollies. he was gonna enjoy that.
after a moment of kissing, both of you started to feel pretty hot. sunghoon’s hair was all messy and his shirt was somehow untidy too, he moaned as he saw you the same way or even worse, after all, experiencing excitation wasn’t something you were used to. “go to the back” he demanded as he stepped out of the car, and just like a puppy, you immediately obeyed him. the space was now bigger, you two had more mobility and even though sunghoon was basically making all the moves, you were still trying to cooperate by copying him. “what, beautiful? don’t you think i haven’t seen the way you look at me. the way you stare at my hands, appreciate every aspect of them, how much you’ve touched yourself thinking about my fingers touching this pretty cunt” he whispered and you froze up, not knowing why he knew you had done that. your cheeks and ears were burning and he laughed at you. “you’re not very quiet, baby. can hear you moaning my name, imagining your little hand’s mine” you were done, trying to hide yourself in between your palms. sunghoon laughed at you. “it’s okay, it’s okay. at least you’ll desire will come true” his whisper made you shiver and once your hands left your face he attacked your lips ferociously. you made a little noise when his fingertips touched your core briefly, again, sunghoon laughed at you. “oh my god… you’re soaked” he says, you couldn’t keep up with the embarrassment. you wanted to die, even though you were feeling so, so good, you wanted to die in that exact moment. “let go, doesn’t matter” he kept repeating until his melodic voice finally worked you up and your body relaxed. his fingers circled your clit as your eyes shut down and his lips kissed your skin softly, every now and then whispering stuff to you. “can you please tell me what you wish for?” he asked, you did not answer, to embarrassed to even look at his face but sunghoon’s fingers stopped moving and your body felt crazy. “no, no… why did you stop?” he repeated his question again, looking at you with dark black eyes. you nodded for a moment, but stuttered when you tried to speak. “w-want you to… touch me” you whispered barely audible, your puppy eyes almost immediately made him bail down at you and kissed your rosy lips. “do you want my fingers inside your pretty pussy, baby?” he asks and you moaned loudly at the filthy comment, still, you nodded in agreement with such embarrassment in your eyes. “that’s my good girl” he replied, taking two of his fingers and tapping them on your lips. your eyes expressed confusion, but you caught his idea. you opened your mouth up and sunghoon got his fingers inside the hot core, he bobbed them softly inside and you felt butterflies in your stomach and fluids dripping on your cunt. you loved his fingers, the length and look of them, you simply loved it. they drove you insane, and even more when the same two fingers you just worshipped inside your mouth went into your pussy making you throw your head back and cry out a loud moan. “are you a virgin?” you shook your head in denial, he calmed down a little bit by it. “i just… i haven’t… i did it once” he had the sudden urge to ask with who, but he would be lying to himself saying he didn’t knew who you’d fucked. “my… jesus, that feels so insane” you moaned and covered your mouth up with your hands, sunghoon demanded you took them off. “no, you think i’ve forgotten about every night i gotta pull myself together not to leave my position and break in your room when i hear you moaning my name? you think it’s funny to do that? you got me here; moan my name as much as you want. i want to hear it” just his argument alone gave you shivers, hips rocking onto his fingers obeying his words: sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon. “that’s my girl” he whispered onto your lips and proceeded to kiss them, the sloppy noises combining with your wetness were simply heaven on earth for his most desired wishes. “gonna cum” you cried, gripping onto him for comfort but he only thing he did was stick his thumb inside your mouth and finger-fuck you faster.
you delayed a scream and dripped salive out your mouth having his thumb inside you, you felt yourself clenching around him and his smile as big as you’ve seen it. “you’re fucking dripping” he laughs, you suck on his thumb again and realized how he just gave you the best orgasm you had ever experienced as he slowly got his fingers out and proceeded to suck them dry, that made you whine. “no, no, no, don’t get all shy now” he pleaded while laughing but you couldn’t escape it. it was indeed very embarrassing for you to just be fingered in a car in the middle of nowhere by your stupidly handsome bodyguard. “don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that because your body differs” you nodded shyly, looked at him and forced yourself to make eye contact. “don’t tell dad” he burst out in laughter. “don’t tell dad? i’m caving my own grave fingering you, why on earth would i tell your father?” you laughed with him, and for a moment, you and him started to speak more. he asked if you were fine or if he hurt you, helped you clean up and dress up tidy again, even kissed you repeatedly reassuring you he wasn’t only doing this outta lust.
sunghoon drove you back home, where he spent the rest of the afternoon in front of your door, guarding it. but inside the room, you threw yourself in your bed thinking about what the fuck just happened. “god… why did it felt so good?” you punished yourself hitting your face with a pillow and after thinking about it for a little too long you fell completely asleep.
“you’re being called for dinner” sunghoon knocked on your door, no reply. “princess, it’s time for you to eat” again, no reply. he sighed but a tiny smile forced in his face finding some sort of comfort in knowing you were asleep, he went downstairs and told this to your father, his boss thanked him and sent him on his break until he was needed again, probably next morning but sunghoon did not left the house, after all, he was there for a reason. “what’s up, man?” some colleague smiled when seeing him exploring the literal castle. “hey, man. just leaving… shift’s over, girl fell asleep” the other one laughed, sunghoon’s heart pounding thinking about how he could’ve gotten caught. “look, dude. between us, man to man, i’m so fucking jealous of you… that girl’s to die for. everyone here drools over her, we all envy you, my guy” his blood boiled at the comment but the guy simply left, palming sunghoon’s shoulder as if saying: good job and that’s when he finally realized what was going on inside him.
he did not care for that job at all, no but he had developed attachment to it because of someone: you. sunghoon not only fucked you in his dreams, but he felt extreme comfort in seeing you happy, hearing you laugh, seeing you excited about going out. he loved when you tiny jumped up and down when something goes your way or you get good news, how you play with your index finger when your nervous, how you listen to an specific song when your angry because it helps you calm down, how you can only shower with specific products and how your smell fills up his nostrils and it manages to calm him down, how you establish certain days of the month to have a you day and go to the nail salon, spa, and more. sunghoon had memorized every single detail about you and cherished it in his heart, he hadn’t memorized it because it was useful for his case, but only because he liked you. “fuck” he whispered to himself, laughing it off knowing how fucking stupid he was for falling for a girl like you. younger, prohibited, a little dumb and who not knew how the real world looked like. he kept on questioning himself about his feelings, for a moment he tried to convince himself it was only because he was sexually attracted to you, but ended up realizing he deeply cared about you, strongly enough to investigate a teenager who he felt jealous of and had a bad gut about, just so he wouldn’t hurt you. how fucked up was he then?
sunghoon messaged you asking if you two could talk, he was a grown man, he had to tell you how he felt, even if it meant losing the job he did not require and the one he had actually studied for. after some time, he noticed no comeback from you and understood it was because you were asleep, so he just let it go by. hours later, while sitting outside lighting up his third cigarette of the day next to a colleague, he noticed how you hadn’t reply back in hours and, knowing you couldn’t sleep properly if you were to fall asleep very early like you did that day, you would’ve been up by now. so he went up to your room after checking the hour, it was very late now and you hadn’t even gotten the text messages, why was he getting so stressed out out of nowhere? “are you awake?” he knocked very quietly, but still audible. no reply. “it’s past midnight, you fell asleep at five in the afternoon. are you awake?” sunghoon was getting very nervous now, so he decided to step into your room. for a second he was shocked to be inside it, watching everything so clearly and realizing, it was very much you. it smelt like you and felt cozy like you, but he found the bed to be ridiculously enormous. the bed. “oh, fuck” he whispered to himself, stepping out of the room after seeing the empty room.
what the fuck had happened?
about an hour before sunghoon realized, you had been up for a few minutes now. energy completely recharged and cussing yourself out knowing you’d fucked your entire sleeping schedule up. you got up to go to the bathroom and take off your makeup and do your skincare, again, mad at yourself for falling asleep so early. while playing some music on your speaker, you got a few messages and laughed at them.
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you really had thought about it, you really did. after what sunghoon showed you, you pretty much wanted to hate niki, but god… he just was just kinda hard to ignore. now, you were kinda trying to look good for a cheating man. you only styled your hair, curled your lashes and glossed your lips. “idiot” you whispered to yourself when he told you he was already there and to bring spare clothes. you knew that by now, sunghoon wouldn’t be around. by those hours he usually went to the guards’ room or stepped in the entrance of your house with the front guards, so after stepping out of your room and seeing the clear cost, you managed to escape from the kitchen door. “hi” you smiled at riki after successfully escaping. he was looking at his phone with some music on his beautiful car, you reached for his face and kissed his cheek, but he took your face in between his hands and deeply kissed you. “i did you wrong” he suddenly whispers, you sigh and let your head fall back on the seat, then you looked at him and saw his tears falling down his cheeks. “i know. i guess you weren’t that into me” he shook your head in denial, telling you he really liked you but was just too scared to drop his port. now, he realized what he wanted and it was you. but after a long chat, you forgave him, after all, you weren’t even dating, you two were just getting to know each other without anything in between.
he drove nonstop until he reached one of his father’s apartment complexes, where he helped you get out of the car. niki held your hand and fixed you inside, you stared at him for a little and felt a knot in your stomach. if sunghoon realizes i’m not home he’ll freak out. “we’re not doing anything weird, riki” you whispered to him when you two were finally walking up to the door, completely ignoring your thought. “i didn’t bring you here to fuck, baby. chill” he directly said to you, laughing innocently. as you two stepped in, you looked around the huge flat, immediately going after the gigantic window that gave you a perfect view of the city. “is it yours?” he nodded. “dad got it for me when i turned eighteen, he says it’s safer if i have a place to stay whenever i’m out in the city and it’s late at night. it’s guarded, there’s like a shit-ton of guards outside, undercover” you nodded and agreed, it was safer, he used to hang out too much in the city. “why did you want to see me, riki? if we both know what you did” he sighed and hugged you from behind, making you feel a bit warmer. “i wanted to see you because i wanted to tell you i’m going to do things right if you let me. i quit everything. wanna be better for both you and me” he declared. you could only think about sunghoon losing his mind not finding you home, but at the same time, you agreed with niki. who were you kidding? your father would never approve any sort of relationship with your bodyguard, he had convinced you to go out with mr. nishimura’s son and well, it really wasn’t the worse. “if you let me we’ll be one of those couples… y’know, the ones everyone envies on insta” you both laughed, you turned around to face him and smiled at his wish. “okay. i’ll test you. you have three months to win me back, i think it’s fair. you’ve been seeing other girls this past months, so i wanna see if you can really quit it to be with me” he nodded, agreeing with you. “believe me, i ain’t kidding”.
after a while of talking, niki took you to his bedroom where he played a movie for you two to cuddle in his bed. his hands were positioned on your belly and his face on your shoulder, every now and then kissing your cheeks every once in a while. when the movie was ending, you felt his breathing harsher and realized he’d fallen asleep. “oh… my god” you whispered very silently after watching your phone for the first time in an hour.
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sunghoon had definitely never spoke to you that way before, so you knew he was fucking pissed. “fuck” you kept on whining, trying not to wake up niki. it was the first time in your life you’d ever escaped from your house and well, you weren’t in any sort of danger but that didn’t matter to sunghoon, he just wanted you in your bed, at your house, asleep. “no, shit. let’s worry tomorrow” you declared, leaving him on read and shutting your phone down, cuddling with niki as you tried to fall sleep yourself and you did, it wasn’t very hard, niki’s warmth wrapped you in completely and made you sleep peacefully, as if nothing wrong had happened.
but there was someone who wasn’t at peace: sunghoon. if mr. yang found out his daughter was missing, he’d totally torn him apart and he knew it, so he tried to reach you literally everywhere but your location wasn’t exact. after a long, fucking while, he finally got it but there was a big problem: he couldn’t go get you because it was a private complex and he needed a face id to get in, there was no way on earth he could enter it. while starting to freak out he suddenly realized you’d told your parents you were going to have lunch with niki the day they left for japan, and that was the day, so they most definitely wouldn’t even realize you were gone but if they even dare calling, he’d totally tell his boss you forced him to take you earlier because you had a whole day planned.
sunghoon stared at his phone, a concerning amount of messages weren’t received by you and his clock marked exactly four in the morning, he was exhausted but he knew what was his biggest feeling: jealousy. he knew exactly who you were with, he wanted to see you to scream at you how stupid you were for believing in him after everything he showed you, he just wanted you to step a foot outside that complex to rip you in half and kill the little motherfucker who took you with him. sunghoon knew you, you’d never sneak out like that by your own matter. that’s why he fucking hated niki, he made you do things you would never even try and made you a person you most definitely wouldn’t hang out with. he loved your innocent, shy and kind attitude, didn’t wanted to be changed to a bratty slut but he couldn’t do anything in that moment, couldn’t even call you. after a few minutes of his migraine, sunghoon fell asleep. worst mistake of his life.
when he woke up he wanted to kill someone as he realized he’d overslept so the first thing he did was to see your shitty location again. “fuck you, pathetic bitch” he whispered completely crazy as he realized you weren’t in the complex anymore so he started the car and followed you around again. you weren’t in any sort of danger, niki and you had showered and driven to a café to buy some drinks and walk around for a moment, then he’d drive you back home… or at least that was his plan. you two had talk things out and were finally into hang out to be a healthy couple, that made you happy. after a long while of talks, laughs and walks, niki finally decided it was time for you both to go back home. “can i post this?” you laughed at his question but nodded, after all, you weren’t even showing your face but, he tagged you, so you knew his bitches would come for you at parties or school.
in another part of the city, sunghoon was already driving back home. he knew you’d go back, he knew you only wouldn’t literally leave home, he knew you weren’t that stupid and it wasn’t much long since he got there, when you did. “see you this week, baby?” niki smiled as he kissed your lips. you chuckled at all the love he gave you now and nodded. “i’ll see you then, nishi. be careful” you greeted goodbye while hugging him, kissing his cheek and then his lips. a butler opened the door from you and you finally stepped out, niki blew you a kiss and a wink and left. “have my parents left already?” you asked, the man nodded in a respectful way. “hope they didn’t notice” you whispered to yourself as you went inside your house. you walked up to your room and imagined the comfortable bed waiting for you, but what you found was way different. “good morning” his voice was dark, deep and scary. you rose your eyebrows up and nervously smiled. “hi” your voice was barely a whisper. “get the fuck inside” he says, you immediately obey because you weren’t going to argue that it was weird of him going into your room, you weren’t in a position to do so. “i wanna talk to you, baby” you nod, sitting down in your bed. “what the fuck is this picture right here?” he shows you his screen, you let out a tiny scream of shock seeing he managed to get into niki’s followers being his account private.
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“so you’re in love now, aren’t you?” you tried to explain what had happened, but he couldn’t care less. “baby, have you noticed me going around your house? how much i try to make you speak about your parents? all that shit?” with confusion, sunghoon walks up to you. “i’m not a fucking bodyguard, you dumb fuck. i’m a cop. i’m here to bring down your father’s filthy drug empire and i’m very good at my job, don’t want no fucking little girl going missing because she wanted to have a night with his stupid boyfriend” you brought your hands to your mouth, heart stopped beating and tears daring to come out. “drug empire?” you whispered to him, more worried about that than him being a cop. “don’t play stupid now, you’re almost nineteen. you know every funny business here” but you didn’t, not really. your father was very protective over you and he most certainly was very careful not to involve you at all in his business, so you grew up thinking your dad was an important ceo and that’s why he managed to be rich but a drug empire, that was way out of what you could’ve imagined. “i don’t want to leave this place when my job’s finished without showing you a reason why you shouldn’t be with that fucking piece of shit, princess. you need a man” there was that phrase again. your breathing cut off when he came very close to you and kissed your lips, there it was again, the chest exploding feeling whenever you were so close to him, the feeling that niki couldn’t even reach for much that he tried. you wanted that. you wanted him. “you fucked him?” he asked, groaning, you immediately denied it. he didn’t believe you. “don’t play with me right now. did you fucked him?” again, you denied it. sunghoon took your face between his hands and stared at your eyes for a moment, then smirked. “that’s my good fucking girl” and again, his lips smashed into yours. slowly, your body fell into your bed and his body topped yours, you were suddenly so desperate for him you started unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off to find his worked out body. “remember when you first met me and you used to call me sir all the time?” you didn’t even bothered to answer him, you could only kiss him. “you turned me on so fucking much sometimes i had to jack off at the thought of you calling me that with your stupid doe eyes and puffy lips” you moaned at the thought of him doing it and looked at him in the eyes. “sir, can you please touch me?” he groaned, sunghoon wanted to melt in the sheets after hearing you say that. “like this?” his fingers immediately circled your clit so good you felt you were reaching up heaven at the slightest touch, he laughed. “oh, you must fucking love this shit. you’re completely soaked again” he mocked and you covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. “you’re so shy now? after running away with your shit-face boyfriend?” he was for real, made you take off your hands and watch him entirely. “you need to learn to behave, i’ll make sure of that”.
sunghoon undressed you entirely, you felt so vulnerable being all shown like that but he was admiring your body like you were a masterpiece. his hands touching your breasts softly and then proceeding to trace your curves with his fingertips, you felt him smile. “how do you let such a beautiful thing go into the hands of a childish stupid boy?” god, he was tiring you out with his sudden niki call-outs. “niki this, niki that. if you want him you can just says so” you mocked, sunghoon laughed and made you lift your leg up for so he could get in between your legs. “you’re so funny now, aren’t you?” his fingers went inside your core without previous notice and you grope his shoulders trying to maintain your posture, but was basically impossible. his long fingers reached every special spot inside you, your body trembling in response to it and threatening to explode by the minimum time, sunghoon was already laughing at you. “you can’t last shit” you whined in desperation, trying to prove him a point but then again, your body failed and let go by the sensation. he wasn’t even mad about it, he just liked to know the amount of feelings he produced on you to make you so sensitive and feral. sunghoon was an egomaniac slut, he absolutely loved to be praised and being told how good he was on just everything he did, so you cumming so early from his fingers was delicious for him and definitely a big turn on. “you’re gonna take it like the good girl i know you are” he whispered, you could only whimper at his actions, still very sensitive from the recent orgasm you’d just experienced. he was impatient, couldn’t wait much longer and the situation definitely wouldn’t hold him together for much time. “are you on the pill?” he asked, you denied it immediately. he clicked his tongue and nodded, not caring too much since he went raw on you after asking. you screamed his name loudly, sunghoon covered your mouth up with harshness. “shut the fuck up, princess” he said in between whimpers, his hips slowly starting to rock your body with pleasure. you couldn’t stops moaning at his movements and his hand didn’t seemed to be working too well to cover them up so he decided to stick his thumb inside your mouth as his body fell upfront and hid between your neck, licking and biting it. “god, you’re so tight. your pussy’s meant to be fucked by my cock” he whined out, licking the previously bitten spot. you felt yourself in heaven, cunt stuffed and mouth filled with what seemed to be your new favorite relics. his free hand squeezed your boobs and bit your nipples carefully, sunghoon’s hips were rocking yours roughly and you had to held him tightly for your body not to collapse. “what? like this isn’t what you’ve been fucking wanting” you swore you were already seeing stars, it’s not like you’ve had many sexual intercourse experiences, because you had one night and that was it, it wasn’t bad at all but didn’t have you much experience or learning, so this time was definitely too much for you. having sex with a hormonal teenager is way different than having sex with a lustful man. “it’s making me feel so good” you cried, sunghoon smirked pleased and kept on with his job.
you two changed positions a few times and repeated others, your body was being praised like a temple under his gaze and touch and he simply made you feel like a goddess in disguise. when you hopped on top of his body yours started working alone, hips going back and forward and body up and down like crazy, sunghoon was incredibly pussy drunk by this point and he could only cry out a few whimpers saying see you later to his dominant position and allowing you to fuck him dumb. he couldn’t quite comprehend how an inexperienced, dumb teen could have the power and sudden knowledge to fuck a man into that position. “god, you’re made for me” he moaned, his hands squeezing your ass as he helped you go up and down, every now and then spanking it for his own personal pleasure. “f-fuck” you cried out, body shaking and trembling feeling yourself close to an orgasm once again. sunghoon encouraged you to cum, your gummy walls absolutely wet making his shaft travel even more easier through your insides, the sensation of them clenching his dick forced him to throw his head back and roll his eyes to the back of his skull, moaning incomprehensible words completely cunt rot. in a swift movement, you two went back to your starter position, his eyes pierced on yours and his hands making you place your legs on top of his shoulders to hit you deeper inside, this occasionally making you feel like you were going to explode out in screams and pleasure, sunghoon working up on you like his own life depended on it. “will he make you feel like this?” you shook your head quickly, denying anything he had to say while squeezing your eyes closed, your mouth articulating some words you weren’t even able to process. you were overstimulated at this point but sunghoon didn’t seem to care very much, he was satisfying his own self by now. “please… please, please” you begged him, sunghoon wasn’t even talking to you anymore, he was silently fucking you in and out, not even feeling his tired body and definitely not thinking about your pleasure, but his and still you couldn’t deny you were absolutely going crazy for him.
sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon.
“i’m gonna fucking cum and you’ll take it like the slut you are” you nodded, simply needing his climax to be because of you and most definitely, in you. you hugged his shoulders and look at him straight in the eyes, moans leaving your mouth every now and then and small tears rolling down your cheeks due to the high sensations your body was experimenting. when he noticed your beautiful, feromone exploding look he gave you a small frown to proceed and sigh a tiny groan, next thing you knew he was filling you up completely and this totally made you moan out loud, your eyes almost popping out of their orbits, feeling your walls covered and full. “jesus… you’re a goddamn drug” he whispered and he collapse next to your side. his arms hugged you and you two waited until your breathing’s were even again, sunghoon looked at you and kissed your forehead with care, you hugged him tighter and waited for the feeling to run off. after a while, he got up and put on his boxers to walk to the bathroom and wet a tiny towel, then came back to clean you up. “i’ll bring you the pill tomorrow, sugar. as in right now, let’s just sleep, yes?” he whispered to you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly. “sunghoon?” you called after a moment, he made a tiny noise announcing he wasn’t fully asleep. “my father really wants me to be with niki and i’ve liked him since i’m a little girl… that’s why it’s a bit hard for me to back off. i like you too, i’ve liked you since i met you but it’s a bit hard, you know?” but by then, he was completely gone and so you slept too, sighing annoyed, knowing your feelings were shown in vain.
after a few weeks, you and sunghoon began sneaking into each other’s rooms to spend nights together and you definitely felt bad, since you still hanged with riki, but things were going at slow pace. that morning, marked something else. “so you’re telling me you’re a cop and you want to help me with the business only if i fake your death?” sunghoon nodded, smirk on his face. mr. yang chuckled and put out a gun facing his employee, but he didn’t flinch. “believe me, i’m a great help. i am the best in the game, i know it all about how they’re searching for you and your comrades and i also know how your business works, let’s not forget their already over your ass trying to scare you by making you know they know how you work and what you’re up too, yeah?” sunghoon was perfectly trained, he was young but knew exactly how to play with any criminal mind, no matter how successful or wealthy they were, he knew his own business. yet, yang was still pointing his gun at him, his finger ready to pull the trigger and end with the show, but sunghoon remained firm and his words echoed through his brain. “i must kill you i mean, you spent months lying to me and giving the police my information” sunghoon shook his head, denying it all. “no, i haven’t. i stopped giving them information about you about six months ago when i realized that i was smarter and deserved better. if i investigated was for my own knowledge, my team had tried to reach for me but i changed my number and broke all mics and cameras they had on me, i’m literally a missing citizen if you know, killing me would do you and me both a big favor. if you count me in, believe me, the police will never get on you again” and he was for real. yang, thought about it for days until he realized what sunghoon was and the addition he’d bring to his business.
“i’m a mafia now too” he mocked while hugging you. “what are you on?” you laughed, kissing his lips softly. “i’m working with your father now, not for him” sunghoon winked at you and you jumped in happiness. “the plan’s going perfectly. soon enough, he’ll realize i’m better than the son of a bitch you’re dating” he spat with hatred, you sighed. niki was actually very sweet now that you two officially formalized, but god, sunghoon was a different game and you knew it. you liked him very much, he liked you very much too and there were many differences in between dating a teenager and a man. sunghoon gave you everything and more, he’d kill for you if needed, but niki… he was just a sweet dumb in love kid, he made you laugh and all, but then sunghoon again… you knew what you had to do, and now that he was working side to side with your father made you even more excited about it all.
you did needed a man after all.
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xxsunoosprincess · 25 days
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hi, can i reqs enha reaction to waking up with their back all scratched up after a long night with their s/o?
back to my regularly scheduled content 😋 absolutely delicious request
Enhypen’s reaction to seeing the marks you left on their back. (OT6)
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pairings: enhypen legal line x reader
warnings, 18+, minors DNI, mentions of sex, handjobs, and marking
Heeseung
Shy baby…. doesn’t tell you because he doesn’t want you to feel bad (and also secretly wants you to do it again). When you wake up he is fully dressed and sitting in bed, back facing away from you which is weird. He’s never awake this early and is he watching you sleep?? Can’t pry what’s wrong out of him so you end up wrestling him down and flipping up his shirt, exposing the marks (and making his cock throb). Repeated tells you it’s not a big deal but walks around with his shirt tucked in like a dork just in case anyone else tries to pull a fast one on him.
Jay
Loves that shit. Type of boyfie that sends you $200 to get your nails done all pretty. Taking care of you is his top priority!! Plus, he loves the way a nice manicure looks when you have your hands wrapped around his cock. He can also feel the scratch marks you leave down his back that much better with a nice set of acrylics. When he catches sight of them in the morning, you will have another “investment” sitting in your bank account immediately.
Jake
Shakes you awake after he takes a shower and the body wash packs an extra sting. Once he has you up and sufficiently panicked… “It’s important, wake up!!” Is not the most delicate way to wake up your partner… he pulls off his shirt and flips over to show you the damage. Thinks he has a rash at first, but it doesn’t take much to deduce what the red lines running down his back are from. Once you tell him, he switches to “Look what you did to me! You wild animal!” all whiny and rosey cheeked. Makes you kiss it better.
Sunghoon
Likes it and makes sure everyone knows about it. “Oh these? Y/n was over last night” cue groans from the other members. After that they stop asking but he makes sure they are visible. Will probably even ask you to do it again and leave marks along his shirt line so they “accidentally” show. And when you do, he makes sure to reward you with an extra nice pounding that night <3
Sunoo
Sweet blushing baby!! He sees it in the mirror while doing his morning skincare and shrieks. It obviously attracts the attention of everyone in the dorm, but he runs back to his room with his shirt clutched to his chest and back pressed against the wall. He finally slips into the room and sees you sitting up in bed, clearly just awoken by the chaos happening behind the door. Jeers of “damn Sunoo I didn’t know you were a freak like that!” from Jake as he turns around to show you what all the commotion was about sends you into your own fit of laughter.
Jungwon
The first time it happened he didn’t even notice. Goes about his day until he is at dance practice and is getting sweaty so he takes his shirt off. Sunoo’s scandalized gasp is all he heard before a shirt is thrown at his face with a hissed “are you crazy? what if the managers see?”. Oops. Not so secretly happy about it. Now he walks around the dorms shirtless after a romp with you in the sheets just so he can show off a bit.
END.
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a/n: short lil thang to get back into the swing of things after everything that went down today. Good lord… thinking about getting two requests out tonight to make up for deleting last nights :( also reminder that requests are open for 100 follower event!! anyways, hope you enjoy! xx - princess
taglist: @sunoofairyofsass @cha0thicpisces (fill out form or dm to be added)
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sainns · 2 months
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nrk ㅤㅤ ♡ ㅤboyfriend texts
❕️ femreader (smau, fluff) ㅤ─ ㅤriki as your boyfriend . . warnings suicide jokes word count n/a
note this is for lorie aka THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ! im the other woman i fear
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jungqkook · 2 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ┊ SIM JAEYUN
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‘this isn’t what you expected, right?’ ☁️ part of the forbidden attraction series ☁️ featuring hufflepuff!jake
also read sunghoon┊heeseung┊jay
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AU ┊hogwarts au
SUMMARY ┊ rumors at hogwarts run fast, most of them involving the most popular boys. however, your mind seems to be stuck on one particular rumor you’ve once heard in the girls bathroom (and you took it as an universal truth). “jake sim, the hufflepuff boy. you know him right? sweet, angel face? well, he fucks like an animal” you heard a girl saying.
and now more than ever you want to test that theory. just like any potion needs its recipe, like any spell needs its practise, you have to know if jake sim is all you need to feel good.
WARNINGS ┊ fluff, so much fluff. innocent jake that is anything but innocent. slow burn, and mutual pining although not evident at first. SMUT! heavy heavy heavy smut. mention of sunghoon x reader. mention of sunghoon & reader having sex. oral sex ( f ), fingering, praise kink as well as some degradation kink, use of the word ‘bitch’ a few times, dom!jake duh, nipple play, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary (not the vanilla type but y’know), doggy style, choking, spanking, jake = soft tamer, cowgirl, dirty talk.
AUTHOR’S NOTE FINALLY IT’S HERE !!! i lost count of how many times i posted this chapter because the tags didn’t show up AT ALL 👁️👄👁️ thanks to those who tried to help me, and thanks for being patient. love u lots <3
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The autumn morning baths the school garden in a soft, golden glow, casting a warm embrace over every leaf and petal. The trees, adorned in hues ranging from burnished gold to deep burgundy, stand as silent witnesses to the changing season.
Flowers, resilient in the face of impending winter, flaunt their autumnal colors. Stone pathways meander through the garden, inviting students and teachers to explore the beauty within -- and you’re no foreign to its hidden gems.
As you walk past the yard reserved to Quidditch players – busy practising their skill with the broom – you’re met with a small, yet beautiful open-air classroom nestled within the vibrant garden.
Care of Magical Creatures has always been one of your favourite classes at Hogwarts, despite having to endure the Scottish breezy weather throughout the seasons. Winter, however, is coming closer each passing week, and you’re aware of that as your body slightly trembles at the chilly air.
With an arm firmly linked with Sunoo’s, you walk down the path towards your classroom, the air filled with laughters as you and the other students can’t contain the excitement to take care of adorable little animals.
Your Slytherin friend does not share your same interest in nature, opting for continuous protests on why Magical Creatures would freeze in this weather. Although you’re sure he’s mostly talking about himself – Sunoo and cold do not get along in any way – and you simply decide to ignore his cries, focusing on the sound of the rustling leaves that serve as a natural symphony, punctuating the ambient sounds of singing birds, the lasts before the upcoming of winter.
You finally reach your open-air classroom, walking towards you designated desk as your teacher acknowledges your presence when you all gather in front of her.
“Good morning, students!”
Madame Grubbly chirps happily, strings of cheerings coming from students following shortly after her words.
“Today’s class is different from the others,” she starts, gaining some students’ attention “as you’re going to put your knowledge into fruition.”
Her playful tone makes students whisper among themselves, and by the grin on her face, you can tell she’s amused by your reaction. She stops in front of yours and Sunoo’s desk, and before you could process what happens, a magical creature appears with a quick snap of her fingers.
And not any creature, but a Kneazle.
You – as well as the rest of the class – let out a cooing sound at the sight of the orange, cat-looking animal, while Sunoo fights himself from letting out a screeching sound of disgust. Not that he doesn’t like magical creatures, it’s just that… well, he can be difficult with animals. (Or the animals are difficult with him, as he often says.)
“Today you’re going to take care of these sweet little creatures… from up close!” Your professors’ tone is full of excitement, making Sunoo sigh in discomfort at the idea of standing so close to a Magical Creature.
The Kneazle, as the highly intelligent creature that it is, feels Sunoo’s distant energy and narrows its big eyes at him, growling as he stares at your friend.
The grin on your face falls as soon as you notice Sunoo’s frightened gaze; the Kneatle’s pupils dilate, its ears flatten against its head while its body tenses. Its gaze locks onto Sunoo with an intense focus, ready to pounce on his porcelain face.
Just as the Kneazle lunges forward with claws bared, you take your wand out, ready to cast a spell and to protect your friend. But before you could do that, a sudden, loud voice interrupts your actions, making you both you and Sunoo jolt in your place.
“Wait!”
It’s not Madame Grubbly’s voice, although it’s no foreign for you - in fact, it takes you no time to recognise it immediately.
See, Madame Grubbly is known for being a wonderful teacher as well as a reliable animal taker. She also happens to have an acute eye for equally bright witches and wizards -- and it’s not surprising you’re one of her favourite students for that very reason. It surely helps that you’re good with animals almost as much as her.
The love you both share for magical creatures made her have an eye of regard towards you, and had no problems in sharing your abilities in front of the class.
But there’s one student she adores almost as much as her creatures, and although she appreciates you a lot, you know you can never replace their place in her heart.
It should make you envious, or at least annoyed at the fact that you’re not her favourite pupil.
But how can you blame her when your fellow opponent – although it’s improper to describe him like this – happens to be Sim Jaehyun?
If you ask anybody about the Hufflepuff boy – who goes around telling younger students to stop being formal with him and simply refer to him as Jake – they all will tell you the same exact thing: there’s no one at Hogwarts as kind as him.
And you can’t deny that he seems a genuine nice guy, often seeing him spending most of his time taking care of Magical Creatures and helping those who ask for his help.
That’s why it’s not strange that he’s now standing in front of you, saving Sunoo from an upcoming Kneazle attack.
He approaches the cat with slow, calming movements, speaking in soothing tones as he extends a hand towards the Kneazle, palm facing downward in a non-threatening gesture. He waits for the creature to relax, offering soft strokes and murmurs words of comfort until the tension melts away, replaced by a purr of contentment.
“Sssh, it’s alright,” he coos, the Kneazle nuzzling against his big hands as he messages its soft fur.
You hear Sunoo scoffing next to you, but you ignore his words as your eyes are fixed on the Hufflepuff boy.
He barely notices your gaze on him as he comforts the creature, before he turns to your friend. “You alright?” He asks, his voice honeyed as he continues petting the Kneazle.
Sunoo simply nods, before complaining about what just happened. “He was about to attack me for whatever reason.”
A small grin appears on Jake’s face at his words, although Sunoo finds the situation anything but amusing.
“Kneazles are intelligent creatures,” he explains, holding the animal in his arms, “They can sense everyone’s emotions. It’s not easy for them to warm up soon, especially when they’re afraid.”
Sunoo furrows his eyebrows at his explanation, and you notice his confused state right away.
“He means the Kneazle sensed your fear,” you turn to your friend as you speak, “And he felt threatened by your coldness.”
Your words made the Hufflepuff boy divert his eyes from the creature in his arms to you, meeting your eyes as a smile creeps on his face.
“She’s right,” he says, “Kneazles might be scary for someone, but I’m sure you’ll warm up to them.”
Sunoo forces a smile at his words, not matching with your own smile as you lock eyes with Jake. He looks at ease with the creature in his arms, and the scene is enough to make you melt.
It’s no wonder everyone at school adores him -- just his carefulness and gentle nature is enough to make you swoon. Although you wouldn’t admit it out loud.
“Alright!” Your little moment gets interrupted by Madame Grubbly’s screeching voice, urging you to recompose yourself before finally starting your class.
Jake catches the urging tone of your Professor, silently telling him to walk back to his desk. He immediately complies, Kneazle still in his arms, before sending one last apologetic smile to you and Sunoo.
You can’t help your eyes following his lean figure walking away, gently handing Madame Grubbly the magical creature as he finds his previous position at his table.
“Are you ogling behind the Hufflepuff dude?” Sunoo’s tone is teasing as usual, although wicked as he doesn’t even try to keep his voice down. “Or are you smiling like a dumbass for that growling cat?”
You let out a snicker at his words, not before sending him an harsh look when he didn’t even bother to wait for Jake to be far from you.
“Don’t even start.” You warn him, trying to dismiss any attempt of getting teased by your friend.
“I fucking knew it,” he simply responds, chuckling as you barely hide your smirk, “Jake Sim, huh? You might have to do some corrupting…”
You elbow him slightly, hoping that his words are covered by your Professor as she starts her lesson.
“Now is not the moment,” you whisper, but he continues his teasing.
“Why not? You’re always up to talk about new preys.”
You roll your eyes at Sunoo‘s words, although they’re right. You never waste the chance to talk about your little escapades, but it’s been a while since you have hooked up with anyone new. At least since…
“Wait, are you still hooking up with the Ravenclaw prefect?”
Ah, Park Sunghoon. For the past couple of weeks, you’ve actually kept your mind occupied with your latest conquest who you couldn’t deny has made a good job at satisfying you in any way.
However, his diligence is as remarkable as your sexual needs, and that often ended up with Sunghoon leaving you at the most inconvenient times (while his head was between your legs, just to make an example) only to fulfill his prefect’s duties whenever his presence was required.
That’s why you’ve been left dry for the past two weeks, although you can’t deny that you’re in the wrong for thinking he has to run to you as soon as you feel opening your legs for him – not that he would ever say no to that. Well, except when he has to do his rightful job.
“I haven’t seen him in these days,” you simply respond, trying to pay attention to your Professor’s words while Sunoo does a great job at ignoring them.
He lets out an ‘aaah’ sound, a smirk creeping on his face as if he can read your thoughts.
“That’s why you have your eyes set on Jake Sim now?”
You wouldn’t admit it out loud, not even to Sunoo, although he easily reads through you as if you’re an open book. The stoic expression on your face does nothing to conceal the blushing creeping on your cheeks, as well as the harsh way you try to brush him off at the mere sound of his name.
He can’t help the chuckle escaping him as he sees you so easily flustered -- especially for someone as Jake Sim! A kind, gentle soul who’d spent the rest of his life taking care of magical creatures and his plants.
But how can you not be flustered around him when you know his secret?
The Hufflepuff boy has always had a pure image about him and you would find hard to believe he was hiding himself behind an innocent facade. Except that’s what he’s doing, according to the rumours that run at Hogwarts.
You’re not the type of person to care about meaningless voices about other students -- you’ve always been one of the subjects of these rumours, however none of them were real. Well, almost none of them. But your hook ups were adamant not to spread weird voices around, simply because they knew it wasn���t worth it.
Although you try not to dive into other students’ rumours, you can’t help but think about the same words you once heard in the girls’ bathroom involving the Hufflepuff boy, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel guilty for eavesdropping.
Especially since you gained a new, much appreciated information about him.
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Flashback
Soft moans left your lips, head thrown back as you attempt to keep your voice down as the only sound you can hear is the wetness of your folds, mixed with the continuous licks and slurps coming from the man between your legs.
It’s been a couple of days since you and Sunghoon saw each other, that because it became awfully hard for you to meet up except when you’re in class.
That’s why you’re taking every chance, even for a short amount of time, to meet up. Even if that meant hooking up in the school bathrooms.
It certainly didn’t give you the same comfort as the Prefects’ private bathrooms, but you couldn’t really complain as long as Sunghoon used his skilful mouth on you.
“Mmmh Sunghoon!”
You couldn’t help the loud whines escaping your lips, his tongue toying with your clit but he immediately stopped as you nonchalantly kept moaning his name out loud.
“Quiet, sweetheart.”
His tone was demanding, although it didn’t match the growing smirk on his face.
“Or what?” You managed to say between harsh breaths, and he chuckled.
“Or I’ll stop,” he simply responded, “unless you want to be punish–”
Before he could finish the phrase, he gets interrupted by a loud thud, the door opening unexpectedly as laughters broke the silence in the bathroom.
You widened your eyes at the sudden intrusion, letting out a whine as Sunghoon shushed you immediately, trying not to get caught -- hopefully none of them, what you thought were probably two girls, would enter the bathroom you were in.
He covered your mouth with his hand, waiting for the girls to leave the place but they apparently had an excuse to spend their time there.
“What the hell did you do last night?” One of them asked, her voice high as she urged her friend to speak. “C’mon, tell me! What’s up with all this secrecy?”
The other girl laughed at her friend, teasing her before speaking. “You’d be shocked.”
Her words made her grunt, loudly enough to cover your sudden whine as Sunghoon lowered his other hand to your pussy, the coldness of his fingers making you shiver. The Ravenclaw simply chuckled at your reaction, pressing hard against you as you tried your best to remain quiet.
“Whatever, I know you hooked up with someone.” The other girl was growing impatient, and honestly, you were too. You were now curious, almost as much as her, although Sunghoon’s fingers made it hard for you to focus.
“Not just with anyone.”
You could hear the smirk in her tone as her friend pushes her even more. “C’mon, just tell me!”
Her loud tone could probably be heard from outside the bathrooms, making the other girl shush her.
“Fine, fine!” She exclaimed, sighing. “Jake Sim, the Hufflepuff boy. You know him right?”
You knitted your eyebrows at the mention of said name, not focusing on Sunghoon’s touch on you anymore as well as his soft kisses on your neck.
“What?” You heard the other girl saying in a surprised tone.
Her friend sighed in frustration. “Sweet, angel face? He’s so cute with all his plants and weird animals?”
“No I got it… it’s just, what?! Jake Sim?! There’s no way.”
You couldn’t help but match her surprise as she’s left speechless at her friend’s confession. Since when did the Hufflepuff boy had it in him?
“Well, yes actually,” she simply responded, not giving more information as you started to grow more curious about her hook up story, “and he fucks like an animal, too.”
If it wasn’t for the surprised gasp of the other girl echoing in the room, everyone would have heard your loud moan at the sudden intrusion of Sunghoon’s fingers inside your pussy.
Although you couldn’t deny that a wave of pleasure hit you unexpectedly as soon as you heard the girl’s words.
Jake Sim… a sex beast? It sounded weird even if you tried to picture him like that.
However, the more you imagined him like this, as well as hearing the girl’s detailed explanation of the many ways - and positions - he took her, the more you felt close to your peak.
“I thought he was a virgin,” the other girl chuckled, surprised at her friend’s words.
“Fuck no,” she responded, “I’ve never met anyone as good as him. He didn’t stop until I passed out.”
Your legs started shaking, a mixture of her words and Sunghoon’s fast fingers moving in and out of your pussy making your whole body tremble.
You almost hated yourself for imagining Jake having his way with you, making you his as he claims you in any way possible.
The thought alone was enough to make you reach your high, your legs giving up as waves of pleasure pervaded your body, squirting on Sunghoon’s fingers.
“Fuck…” you heard Sunghoon whisper in surprise, your eyes still closed tight even though you could sense his smirk, “you came so hard.”
You simply nodded at his words, humming quietly as you barely noticed the two girls leaving the bathroom in a rush, giggling to themselves.
“Shall we continue?” The Ravenclaw asked, and you almost felt bad at the fact that you came harder because your thoughts were fogged by that girl’s words. And by Jake fucking Sim and his animalistic side.
You didn’t respond to Sunghoon, simply pushing him against the wall as you waste no time in kissing him before pulling his pants down.
Jake Sim could wait. At least now that you have to take care of your favourite Ravenclaw boy.
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Almost two weeks passes since then, and you hate yourself for growing an almost insane addiction to the Hufflepuff boy.
You couldn’t understand, really. How can a guy so sweet-looking as him, his entire appearance reminding you of a kind puppy, be an actual sex God? According to that girl’s words, at least.
Caught up in your thoughts, you suddenly get pulled back to reality by a loud call of your name. You blink fast, your eyes locked on Sunoo as he shakes your arm as if to awaken you.
“I lost you there for a second,” he says, snickering at your confused state, “Are you even listening?”
You don’t respond as you try to understand what’s going on, too lost on your thoughts as your Professor claps her hands unexpectedly.
“Now less talk and more action,” she exclaims happily, before walking down the aisle, “Come, put your gloves on and grab the food.”
You hear Sunoo grunt at the thought of taking care of another Kneazle, but he complies as soon as he sees you collecting your stuff before walking down towards the Kneazles’ shelter.
“It’ll be fun,” you reassure Sunoo with a teasing smile, making him roll his eyes.
“Do me a favour and shut the hell up.”
You shamelessly laugh at his tone, hitting him on the arm as you urge him to move. The two of you walk towards the shelter, already surrounded by your classmates and your Professor.
Your eyes light up as soon as you notice other Kneazles wandering around, the sight making you awe.
"Now, let's go over some basics of Kneazle care. Who can tell me what Kneazles like to eat?" Madame Grubbly asks, immediately making some students raise their hands to respond -- Jake being the first, and the teacher lets him answer right away.
"They enjoy a diet of primarily raw meat, but they also like some fruits and vegetables." Jake's knowledge of magical creatures is endearing, as well as the passion you can hear in his words.
"Correct! Kneazles are carnivores, so a diet rich in raw meat is essential for their health." Madame Grubbly gives him a nod of appreciation, before speaking again. "Now, I'll need a volunteer to help me feed them."
A few eager students eagerly raise their hands, including you. Sunoo remains still next to you, his body rigid as he feels the Professor's eyes on him. But he soon lets out a sigh of relief as he hears your name being called instead, catching you almost off guard.
"Y/N, come dear." You comply immediately, gloves on as you wait for Madame Grubbly to open one of the cages and retrieve a bowl of raw meat.
You walk hesitantly inside the small shelter, one Kneazle immediately noticing you enter as he eyes you with a focused expression.
You're unsure of how to approach it, your body remaining still as the Kneazle walks up to you in a slow, defensive manner.
"Don't worry," you suddenly hear next to you, and you're surprised to see Jake leaning on the fence, guiding you, "Just approach it slowly and offer it the food gently."
He gives you a comforting smile, which you return as a silent way to thank him. You do as he says, walking slowly towards the creatures as he stands still.
You kneel in front of it, curious eyes staring into yours as it tilts its head in an inquisitive manner. You slowly hand it the meat, making it sniffle it before devouring it.
You chuckle at the sight, taking advantage to pet him as he mewls in contempt. You hear your teacher clap happily, complimenting you as you raise from the ground and walk back to your classmates.
You glimpse at Jake, whose smile never left his face as he gives you a thumbs up.
"That's what happens when Kneazles trust you," Madame Grubbly explains, "Once they do, it becomes easy to create the strongest bond."
"Or maybe it was just hungry..." Sunoo whispers, earning a roll of eyes from you as you hit him with your elbow. He snickers at your action, before getting interrupted by your professor throwing a piece of meat in his hands.
"Now it's your turn Sunoo," she smirks, "And this time there'll be no Jake Sim helping you out."
The rest of the lesson passes quickly, laughters and excitement fill the air as students take turns.
The last one, surprising as it sounds, is Jake. And it shouldn't surprise you that as soon as he enters the shelter, he's quickly surrounded by a couple of Kneazles at his feet, mewling happily at the sight of their known friend.
However, he simply acknowledges their presence, cooing at them before focusing on another Kneazle, distant from the rest.
The Kneazle, with its golden fur and large ears, eyes him warily, its lion-like tail twitching with uncertainty. Determined to gain its trust, Jake slowly extends his hand, offering it towards the animal.
"Hey there, little guy," Jake murmured softly, keeping his movements slow and non-threatening, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to be your friend."
The Kneazle regards him with suspicion, but it doesn't recoil or hiss as Jake's hand drew closer. He only tenses for a moment but then relaxes slightly, its bright eyes studying his face.
"That's it," Jake whispered encouragingly, “You can trust me."
Emboldened by the small progress, Jake continues to offer his hand, patiently waiting for the Kneazle to make the next move. After a few tense moments, the creature inches forward, sniffing cautiously at his outstretched fingers. A small smile tugs at Jake's lips as he feels the soft brush of the Kneazle's fur against his skin.
"There you go," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “You're doing great."
With each gentle stroke, Jake can feel the Kneazle's apprehension slowly melting away, replaced by a growing sense of trust. Before long, the creature starts nuzzling against his hand, purring contentedly as he scratches behind its ears.
"Looks like we're friends now, huh?" Jake chuckles, and you hate yourself for getting so flustered at the sight in front of you.
As he calmly pets the Kneazle, lost in the moment, he doesn't even notice your eyes digging holes in him.
You watch Jake's gentle interaction with the Kneazle, your expression softening as you observe the ease with which he handled the magical creature. There's something about the way he moves, so calm and confident, that intrigues you.
"Alright, that's all the time we have for today," Madame Grubbly announces suddenly, interrupting the sweet moment, "Before you go, please remember to review the care instructions for the Kneazles in your textbooks. And if you're interested in learning more about magical creatures, don't hesitate to stop by during my office hours."
Students let out a discontempt sound at her words, but they grab their things quickly, heading for their next lesson.
You, on the other hand, decide to buy yourself some time, quickly saying bye to Sunoo as he winks at you, murmuring words of encouragement as he understands your motives quickly.
It's only you remaining now.
And Jake Sim, still on the other side of the fence as his attention is solemnly on the magical creatures.
You take courage and enter inside the shelter, immediately greeted by the Kneazle you previously fed as it nuzzles against you. You don't know how to react as it blocks you from walking, but a voice interrupts you before you could do anything.
"His name is Snuggle," you hear the Hufflepuff boy say, not turning his head to you as he contines to comb the other Kneazle's fur, "I named it like that 'cause he likes to snuggle. I guess you can tell, hah."
He lets out a chuckle, soon followed by yours as you kneel in front of Snuggle, petting him slowly although still hesitant.
"He likes you." His tone is confident, making you snap your head at him as you lock eyes, a smile creeping on him. "He took some time to warm up to me, but with you it was easy."
He walks closer to you, offering a hand to Snuggle as he hisses in a warning manner, making you both laugh.
"It was quite the lesson, huh?" Jake asks, trying to come up with a topic.
You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Definitely. And I have to be honest, I've never seen someone connect with a magical creature like that before. It was... impressive."
Jake shrugs modestly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color. "Thanks. I just love animals, you know? They have a way of understanding you."
You nod, a thoughtful look crossing your features. "Yeah, I know what you mean. There's something special about the bond between humans and animals."
You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the only sound the soft purring of Snuggle as he nuzzles against you.
"Uh, Jake?" Finally, you break the silence, making him hum at the call of his name. "I just wanted to say thank you for helping my friend earlier with the Kneazle. He tends to overreact sometimes, and it didn't help that I took my wand out."
He chuckles at your words, shaking his head with a warm smile on his face. "I understand, no worries. Creatures can be overwhelming for someone, although I'm curious about you, though. Did you intend to cast a Glacius spell to stop him?"
This time it's you who laughs out loud, strings of no's leaving your lips. "I got scared too, alright?"
He can't help but chuckle even more, taking an opportunity to tease you more. "You're not a Kneazle type of girl?"
You shake your head in response. "Not really, no. Maybe... a Mooncalf kind of girl?"
Your laughter dies as you notice his smirk fading, trasforming into a warm smile instead. "Mooncalfs?" he asks, surprised.
"Yeah. I don't know, it's just they seem so enchanting to me. With their big eyes and the costant dumb expression on their precious faces."
Jake can't help the laugh escaping him at your reasoning, but you ignore him. "They're like outcasts, you know? They want to blend in with everybody, but they somehow shine differently from the others."
"Mhm," Jake hums, his eyes lightening up at your words, "That’s what makes them special, I believe. They're rare creatures, although often misunderstood."
"I agree," you say, your tone honest, "I wish I could see them dance and play in the moonlight. I know it's a rare sight, but I've always dreamed to see them in real life."
Jake doesn't respond, although you notice his expression melting at your words; he looks lost in thoughts as his grip on the Kneazles loosens, before he speaks up again.
"Would you like to see them?"
Your eyes widen with surprise and delight at Jake's suggestion, your breath catching in your throat as you almost can't believe his words.
"You know," Jake begins, his voice filled with newfound excitement, "There’s a field not too far from Hogwarts where Mooncalfs are known to gather during the full moon."
"You mean... you know where we can watch the Mooncalfs dance?" you ask in surprise, Jake nodding in response.
"I might have gone there in secret, although I've always been alone. But there's a full moon in a few days and I already intended to go. I'm sure you'd love it, if you want to come with me."
For a moment, you're left speechless, you heart racing with excitement at the prospect of witnessing the Mooncalfs in their natural habitat. You look at Jake, your eyes shining with gratitude and wonder.
"I... I don't know what to say," you stammer, overcome with emotion, “That sounds absolutely incredible, Jake. I'd love to go see the Mooncalfs with you."
Jake's smile widens at your enthusiastic response, his own excitement matching yours. "Great! I'll make sure we have everything we need for the trip."
As you make plans to venture out to the Mooncalf field together, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you.
Your smile never leaves you face, not even after you two said your goodbyes, parting ways as you head towards your next class. But of course, your mind is occupied with two things only -- and it'll be like this until the upcoming day.
It's not everyday that you get to spend a night out with dancing Mooncalfs. And Jake Sim, of course.
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As the night of your Mooncalf adventure draws near, you find yourself buzzing with excitement; you told Sunoo about your little escapade (or more like a date, according to your friend) with the Hufflepuff boy, and of course he was more than happy for you.
He starts to dislike your attitude now that you haven't had a dick to keep warm – again, these are his words – for quite some time now. So it's not strange that he's rooting for you and Jake.
In your room, you stand before the mirror, contemplating what to wear for the occasion. After much deliberation, you settle on comfortable yet practical attire: a pair of sturdy boots for traversing the uneven terrain as well as layered clothing to keep you warm.
And a yellow lingerie under your clothing.
Just in case.
With a satisfied nod, you cast a final glance around your room, ensuring you haven't forgotten anything important. Satisfied that you're fully prepared for the adventure ahead, you make your way to the designated meeting spot where Jake awaits.
You find him outside the Greenhouse, head up in the sky as he mindlessly looks at the stars. However, he immediately notices your presence as you walk up to him with a growing smile.
"Here you are," he says, and you barely notice that you didn't meet up at the designated time, arriving a few minutes later than intended, "I almost thought you wouldn't come."
"I'd never waste the opportunity to see the Mooncalfs up close," you reassure him.
"Of course," he simply responds, grinning, "Are you ready to go? It's quite a walk."
You nod in excitement, and in no time you and Jake set off into the night, the anticipation of what awaits you driving away any lingering nerves.
As you and Jake walk through the dimly lit bridge, the excitement in the air is palpable. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the Black Lake as you make your way towards the Mooncalf field.
"So, you've already seen the Mooncalf dancing? It must be incredible," you ask, breaking the silence.
Jake nods in agreement, his eyes shining with excitement. "It really is something special. I've been a few times before, and each time, it's like seeing magic come to life right before your eyes. Which is odd considering magic is what I do everyday. But you get what I mean."
As you walk, you find yourselves sharing stories and anecdotes about your favorite magical creatures, each one adding to the sense of anticipation building within you.
“Have you always liked animals?” you ask, and his face lights up with enthusiasm at your question, a genuine smile spreading across his features as he nods eagerly.
“Oh, definitely,” he replies, his voice filled with excitement, “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by magical creatures. There’s just something so incredible about them, you know? The way they move, the way they interact with their environment… it’s like they have their own little world within our world.”
You nod in agreement, captivated by the passion in Jake’s voice. “That’s why you spend most of your time with them?”
You don’t mean to intrude with your inquiry, however you’re curious to get to know him better.
Jake’s smile softens at your question, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he considers his response. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replies, his voice tinged with kindness, “Being around magical creatures just… it feels right, you know? Like I belong with them.”
You listen intently as Jake opens up, sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings with you. There’s a vulnerability in his words that touches something deep within you.
“See, I’m no one special. I’m not a talented Quidditch player, nor a diligent Prefect. Studying is not really my forte so… taking care of things is what I’m best at. Although that’s pretty much all I can do.”
You’re taken aback by his candid admission, struck by the honesty and humility in his words. There’s a raw authenticity to Jake’s confession that resonates with you, and you realise how human he actually is.
“Jake, don’t sell yourself short,” you reply softly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm, “Taking care of things may be your strength, but it’s not the only thing that defines you. You have so much more to offer than you realize.”
Jake looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity, but finding only genuine warmth and understanding.
His eyes fix on you, his gaze making you fluster as you can tell your words hit him directly on an open wound. But his smile returns, a light adorning his pretty eyes once again.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he simply responds, and only now you notice how close you’re walking to each other.
There's a comfort in Jake's presence, a feeling of calmness that makes you feel as though you've known him since forever.
You and Jake were never close, although being in the same year and sharing both Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures classes. You barely talk to each other, except the times you exchange words and greeting out of courtesy. Although you might have caught him looking at you every now and then.
Beside that, he always seemed unaware of people around him, girls in class pining after him at his minimal act of kindness. He always kept by himself, sometimes spending time with the Gryffindor captain Lee Heeseung, although he prefers keeping his popularity on the low.
Because he might be shy, but he can't hide how attractive he is. And for most people in school, looks matter more than anything.
Except this time, Jake truly seems a nice guy.
Which only adds fuel to your growing lust, knowing what lies behind his facade.
Maybe the girl in the bathroom exagerrated with her narrative, but you needed to know. If Jake Sim really had an animalistic side he kept hidden from everyone else.
Before you know it, you've reached the outskirts of the Mooncalf field, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the landscape before you. The air is filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, adding to the sense of magic and wonder surrounding you.
You settle down on the grass, not before Jake lays down a cloth to prevent you from getting dirty. He really came prepared as he said, backpack on his shoulder to make the experience even more comfortable.
He sits next to you, giving you some space. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of the impending moment hanging heavy in the air. You steal a glance at Jake, noticing the anticipation in his eyes, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.
The silence stretches on, the tension building with each passing second, until finally, Jake breaks the stillness with a soft exhale.
"It won't be long now," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Mooncalfs should be emerging soon."
You nod in response, your heart racing with anticipation.
"Is it your first time here with another person?"
You suddenly break the silence, and only at his confused expression you realise how wrongly you worded your question.
"Uh, sorry," you stammer, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks, “That came out wrong. What I meant to say is, is this your first time witnessing the Mooncalfs' dance with someone else?"
You inwardly cringe at your attempt to clarify, hoping that Jake doesn't find your fumbling words too off-putting. But to your relief, he simply chuckles softly, his expression relaxing into a warm smile.
"Don't worry about it," he reassures you, his voice gentle. "And to answer your question, yes, this is my first time sharing this experience with someone else."
You breathe a sigh of relief at his understanding, grateful that he doesn't seem put off by your awkwardness. Although you don't miss the smirk spreading on his face, even if subtle as his gaze settles on you... differently from before.
Emboldened by his response, you continue, eager to keep the conversation going.
"So you don't bring girls out to see a Mooncalf dance often?"
Jake's expression shifts slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he processes your question. You can't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness at your bold question, wondering if you've overstepped.
But before you can backtrack or offer an apology for your forwardness, Jake surprises you with a hearty laugh, his smile genuine and unguarded.
"Well, I suppose you could say that," he replies, his tone light, "It's not exactly a common outing for most people."
You find yourself relaxing in response to Jake's easygoing demeanor, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"You mean someone would say no to this?" you ask, almost in disbelief at his words.
Jake chuckles softly, his gaze falling on the ground. "Believe it or not, not everyone sees the beauty in moments like this," he replies, a hint of wistfulness in his voice, "But I'm glad you do."
You're struck by the sincerity in Jake's words, a pang of empathy tugging at your heart.
"See, magical creatures can be unpredictable," he says, his eyes meeting yours once again, "But that's what makes them unique."
"What do you mean?" you ask curiously, and Jake's gaze suddenly changes at your question.
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of a secret he’s hesitant to reveal. You catch it, a fleeting glimpse of a deeper layer to his persona, and it only serves to heighten your curiosity.
“Well,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Magical creatures have their own way of doing things. They follow their instincts, their own rhythms. And sometimes, that can lead to unexpected outcomes.”
You nod, the weight of his words hanging between you like a tantalising confession. There’s a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him, and you don’t even realise the way your body moves closer to his.
“What kind of outcomes?” you ask in a whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the night breeze. Your eyes remain locked on his, drawn to the flicker of light dancing within them, even in the darkness.
“Sometimes, when you least expect it, magical creatures can reveal something about yourself that you never knew was there. They have a way of bringing out parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.”
His words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning and possibility. In that moment, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a tingling sensation spreading through you.
At this point, you’re not sure he’s talking about animals anymore. Or at least, the “parts of you they can bring out” do not refer to his kind nature.
You can’t help but think of those words… the girl’s words that echo in your mind since that day you’ve heard them from the first time.
You don’t respond, feeling exposed under his gaze, and only now you notice how he stares at you, eyes studying your features. There’s a hidden urgency behind his gaze, however you know he’d never do anything.
Not when he’s not completely sure about your intentions. Not if you don’t want him as much as he wants you.
Before you could say anything, he interrupts you, shushing you quietly.
"Wait," he whispers, loud enough for you to hear, and you do as he says, "you heard that?”
You freeze, your heart pounding with excitement as you peer out into the darkness of the field. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, every rustle of the leaves and hoot of an owl adding to the sense of anticipation.
"Don't make a sound, alright?"
You glance over at Jake, who raises from the ground. He gently grabs your hand, which you take happily as he helps you getting up.
You walk slowly, stopping behind a bush. Beside you, Jake’s eyes fix on the horizon. Despite the darkness, you can see the excitement shining in his gaze, a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you.
He puts an hesitant hand on your lower back, gently pushing you next to him as silently as possible. You move closer to him, and his proximity sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you struggle to contain.
As you wait, you steal a glance at Jake, catching the way the moonlight dances across his features, casting shadows and highlights that only serve to enhance his rugged charm.
His eyes fall on you, staring into yours as he gulps slightly at the proximity; he looks ethereal under the moon light, and you almost forgot about the Mooncalfs as time seems to stop in this very moment, eyes melting with his.
The silence stretches on, the anticipation building with each passing moment. And then, just when you think you can't stand it any longer, you see it -- a soft glow emanating from the far end of the field, followed by the graceful emergence of the Mooncalfs from their burrows.
"They're here," Jake whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.
You nod in response, your gaze fixed on the mesmerizing sight unfolding before you. The Mooncalfs move with an otherworldly grace, their movements fluid and hypnotic as they dance beneath the glow of the full moon.
Beside you, Jake's presence grounds you in the midst of the enchanting spectacle unfolding before you. You steal a glance at him, taking in the awe and wonder reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, it feels as if the world has faded away, leaving just the two of you and the Mooncalfs dancing under the moonlight.
As the Mooncalfs' dance reaches its crescendo, a sense of happiness courses through you, your heart pounding in your chest with the intensity of the moment. You feel Jake's hand brush against yours, a gentle gesture that sends a thrill racing through you, and you can't help but turn to him, your eyes meeting his in silent understanding.
It's only a mere moment, before Jake tightens his grip on you, silently gesturing you to look at the sight in front of you -- and not at him. Although his beauty matches that of the dancing creatures.
As the Mooncalfs' dance comes to an end and they retreat into the darkness once more, you find yourself speechless.
Jake watches the Mooncalfs' retreat with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting the same sense of reverence that you feel. In the quiet stillness of the night, the air is heavy with the weight of the moment, as if the magic of the Mooncalfs' dance lingers in the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks, content to simply bask in the afterglow of the experience. And then, finally, Jake turns to you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"That was... incredible," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod in agreement, unable to tear your gaze away from the spot where the Mooncalfs had danced just moments before. "It was beyond anything I could have imagined," you reply, your voice filled with wonder.
As the silence stretches on, the tension between you and Jake becomes almost unbearable, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together. In that moment, there’s no denying the raw desire that courses through your veins, and you feel the urge to close the distance between you and give in to passion.
You want him so bad, and he can see that right through your eyes. He’s sure now, the look on your eyes making it hard for him to contain himself.
“Y/N…” he whispers, so close to your lips -- you didn’t even notice your proximity but his warmth is enough to make you feel dazed.
In a bold move, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You close the gap between you and Jake, your heart pounding with anticipation as you reach up to cup his face gently in your hands. His breath catches in his throat, surprise flickering across his features as he meets your gaze.
Without a word, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. At first, there’s a moment of hesitation, a silent question lingering in the air. But then, as you deepen the kiss, pouring all of your longing and desire into the tender embrace, Jake responds in kind.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he returns the kiss with a passion that leaves you breathless. In that electrifying moment, there’s no doubt in your mind that he feels the same way, that he wants you just as badly as you want him.
As the kiss deepens, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment.
You don’t miss the way he lets out a small moan as he feels your tongue playing with his lower lip, and he wastes no time in giving you access.
He savours you entirely, hands on your hips as he pushes you against his body. There’s urgency in his actions, almost as if he’s restraining himself.
And if that’s the case, how can you survive his true nature if he already left you breathless at the mere touch of his lips?
But as you grapple with your conflicting emotions, Jake pulls away from the kiss, his eyes focused on yours as your breath comes out in shallow gasps.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with warmth. “That was… amazing.”
Jake’s smile widens at your words, confidence washing over his features. “I’m glad,” he says, his voice tinged with sincerity.
You remain silent, both of you catching your breaths as your body are still pressed against each other.
You want him to take you right here. On the grass, under the moon light as he ravishes you entirely.
And he reads that right through your gaze, so full of desire and lust as you stare at him through half-open eyes.
“We should head back,” he whispers, and your shoulders fall at his words although he’s quick to reassure you, “Here it could be dangerous after a while.”
You nod reluctantly, understanding the need to return to safety despite the intimacy of the moment. “Yeah, you’re right,” you reply softly.
Jake squeezes your hand reassuringly, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through you.
And throughout your walk back to the Castle, he never leaves the hold of your hand, tugging it every now and then as you exchange playful looks.
Silence fills the air, only adorned by sounds of night animals as they add a more enticing aura. But all you can hear is the loud thumping of your heart, that moves faster each time you meet Jake’s gaze.
So full of intimacy, and yet they hide a lust you’ve never seen in him before.
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“So…” Jake’s voice is the only thing you can hear in the hallway, echoing in the empty walls.
You don’t know what to say as you both stand in front of your Common Room -- Jake, being the gentlemen that he is, insisted that he had to accompany you back to your dorm.
You meet his gaze, the intensity of it sending a shiver down your spine. In that moment, you can’t help but wish for time to freeze, for the night to stretch on indefinitely so you can spend more time together.
With a boldness you didn’t know you possessed, you take a step closer to Jake, closing the distance between you with a sense of determination. “You know,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t want this night to end just yet.”
Jake’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a slow smile spreads across his lips. “Me neither,” he replies, his voice husky with desire.
In that moment, the tension between you reaches a fever pitch, the air crackling with anticipation.
“You don’t have to go yet…” you say, voice tempting as your eyes stare into his, noticing a hint of desperation in them.
Jake’s breath catches in his throat at your words, his own desire mirrored in the intensity of his gaze. He takes a step closer to you, the heat of his body radiating against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.
“What are you suggesting?” he whispers, so close to your lips and you feel the urge to kiss them desperately.
You brush your lips against his, almost ready to give in as your nose touch in a intimate way -- but you both know what lays behind your soft touches.
“I thought you might show me,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper, but the implication is clear. You want more than just a kiss, more than just a fleeting moment of passion. You want to explore every inch of Jake’s body, to lose yourself in the heat of the moment and surrender to the primal urges that course through your veins.
And as Jake’s eyes darken with desire, a silent understanding passes between you. There’s no need for words – the hunger in his gaze speaks volumes.
And you can’t wait for him to show you everything he has to give.
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You don’t waste any time.
Leading him into your room, you lock the door behind you, the sound echoing in the silence. What you can hear though, is Jake’s laboured breath against your neck as he leaves you kisses on your soft skin, his hands gently grabbing the flash of your hips.
You turn to face Jake, your eyes locking in a heated gaze.
With trembling hands, you reach out to him, pulling him close until your bodies are pressed together, the heat of his skin searing against yours. His lips meet yours in a fierce kiss, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against your lips, grunting quietly as his grip on you tightens, tongue fiercely crashing against yours.
You whine at his roughness, feeling your body getting hotter as you both take off your coats and shoes, immediately finding each other again as he pushes you towards the bed.
“Lay down on the bed.” His voice is as authoritative as you’ve always wanted to hear, making you bite your lips in a tempting manner. When he notices you almost throwing yourself at him again, he stops your movements.
“C’mon kitten.” His tone is condescending, and you feel your pussy throb at the pet name. “Do as I say.”
A part of you wants to tease him, but this time you don’t see any reason to, immediately sitting down on the bed.
You look up to him with hooded eyes, silently begging him to have his way with you however he wants. You’ve never felt so vulnerable before, ready to put yourself at service for someone. But it doesn’t matter as long as that someone is Jake Sim.
A smirk appears on his face as he looks at your begging expression, one of his hands gently pressing around your neck as his face comes closer to yours.
He doesn’t waste any time, immediately kissing you hard as his tongue plays with yours, almost violently.
You respond in kind, matching his intensity with your own, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. The heat between you builds with each passing moment, the air thick with the heady scent of desire.
“Strip for me, pet.”
His tone is barely a whisper against your lips, but the raspiness of his tone makes you tremble as you do as he says.
He breaks the kiss, watching as you temptingly take your clothes off, eyes staring into his as his expression slowly changes into one of an animal in heat. Your shirt comes off first, showing him your yellow bra, the lace material hugging your chest in the most alluring of ways.
“Show me your panties too,” he says urgently, his breath becoming more laboured as he feels himself going crazy at the sight of your pretty body.
You take your pants off, unbuttoning them slowly as you bite your lips. You look like a little pet ready to be tamed, Jake thinks.
He notices your panties and grunts when he sees you purposely matched the colour of your lingerie.
“Now get in the middle of the bed,” he demands, his tone harsh, “On your knees, pet.”
You do as he says, positioning in the middle of the bed as you place your hands on your thighs. He follows shortly, biting his lower lip at the sinful sight in front of him, so obedient and ready for what he’s about to give you.
He takes his shirt off, and you awe at the sight of his chiseled chest -- you never expected him to be this fit, but you’re pleasantly surprised by how beautiful he is, even underneath his clothes.
“Look at you, so obedient.”
He praises you as he positions himself in front of you, one of his hands finding your face. His thumb softly traces the skin of your cheek, hand moving down to your neck without tightening the grip; he just keeps it there, gently pushing your face up as he studies your features.
You look absolutely beautiful under the dim lights of your room, your eyes shining so bright as a silent way to show him how much you need him.
And who is he to deny you - and himself - this pleasure?
His hand moves lower, grazing your collarbones as he plays with one strap of your bra.
“Yellow looks good on you,” he says, playing with the strap. You feel yourself blushing at his words, but before you could do anything, a whine escapes you.
His hand, in fact, moves lower, fingertips tracing your hardening nipple as he starts toying with one of your breasts.
Pleasure pervades your body at his touch, although the heavy material of your bra makes it harder for him to play with your bundle.
But he wastes no time, lowering the lacy cup as immediately finds your hard nipple, pinching it hard.
“Jake!” you can’t help but moan out loud, but he ignores you as he grabs the flesh of your boob, making him grunt at its softness.
“You’re so sensitive for me…” He’s amused by how easily flustered you get at the mere touch of his hand, motivating him to tug the clasp of your bra as he takes it off completely.
You’re left with your chest naked, not having chance to process the cold air hitting you as his mouth suddenly engulfs your nipples.
A moan erupts from your own lips, back arching at the sudden pleasure as he savours your chest completely. The sight is enough to make you squirm, but when you feel his teeth biting on one of your nipples, you almost retrieve from him.
Jake, however, grabs you by your butt, hands tightening around you as he pushes you back against him. You don’t expect him suddenly leaving a smack on one of your ass cheeks, making you mewl loudly.
“Stay still,” he says, his tone more demanding, “C’mon, be a good kitten.”
The action only makes you grow impatient, and you’re sure that you’re panties are soaked by now. By how can you not be wet when he treats you like this? So considerate, yet so roughly.
He continues giving attention to your nipples, focusing on each one for a few seconds while going back and forth. The pleasure he’s giving you is intense, so intense that you barely notice the way his lower body moves against yours in a desperate manner.
You manage to look down, eyes on the wet patch you’re leaving on his black jeans as he basically grinds against your center, the rough fabric making you hiss.
“Stop squirming, kitten.”
He lets out one of your nipples to warn you, hands grabbing the flash of your ass as he continues his movements. You whine in responds, wanting more than just feeling his clothed erection against you.
He seems to notice your desperation, his body moving away from yours as one of his hands moves back to your front, lowering towards your wetness.
This time, his name comes out as a loud moan. Especially now that his hand found your panties, slowly but steadily rubbing your clit. The action makes your body jolt in surprise, making him chuckle devilishly as his fingertips move faster.
“Pretty girl,” he murmurs against your neck, hand still working inside your panties, “So wet for me.”
You feel your face heat up at his words, sounds of your wetness filling the room as he teases your entrance with his index finger. But instead of entering you, he retrieves his hand, making you shot your eyes open. You didn’t even notice you had them closed.
“Lay down for me, pet. Legs spread.”
You nod weakly, although you’re quick to lay down, legs open as he moves on top of you. He looks at you with so much lust, so much desire that you feel that the person in front of you is not the same Jake you know -- but rather a version you desperately want to explore more.
His hands trace along your legs, their coldness making you shiver as he takes his time teasing you. You look at him attentively, noticing the way he purposely ignores where you need him the most.
“You want me to take care of you?”
His tone is almost mocking, but you can’t help but nod vigorously at his question. He chuckles again, grabbing the hem of your panties before stopping.
“Say please.”
In other occasions, you would have rolled your eyes. Men are usually so easy to give in to you, but Jake Sim has made a good job at showing you he’s not like them.
And so, you beg. To the point that you almost feel miserable.
“Please Jake, please!” you say, wiggling your legs as your tone matches the desperation in your gaze.
And if it wasn’t for your eyes - so lustful and craving - telling him that you need him in any way possible, he wouldn’t give in yet.
But instead, he does, grabbing your panties and taking them off roughly as you let out a surprised sound.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he awes at the sight, your center so wet and welcoming as his cock twitches inside his pants in anticipation.
“I’m so wet.” Your tone is almost high-pitched, but Jake knows it’s intended to tease him further, making him lose his control entirely.
“Yeah? What should we do about it?” he asks, already inserting his head between your legs, admiring your state.
You shrug your shoulders at his question, making him grin before his eyes meet your cunt once again. It’s so inviting -- everything about you begs him to claim you.
“Tell me to eat you out, pet.”
His words make your eyes widen, but you’re sure he won’t do anything until you say so. That’s the moment where Jake gives you the chance to accept, or to retreat yourself.
And of course, you give in.
“Please, Jake,” you start, “Please, eat my pussy out. I need it so bad!”
His response is quite peculiar as he simply chuckles at your words, biting his lower lip with a smirk still plastered on his face.
“That’s a good girl.”
And just like that, he dives in.
You already know he’s not someone that wastes time, but you’re taken aback as he immediately starts eating you out, movements fast and erratic as gasps leave your lips.
“Jake, Jake!” you moan his name out loud, his tongue lapping you hungrily as he doesn’t give you time to process his movements.
Sounds of slurps fill the room, alongside your loud moans and yells as he eats you out - literally. He’s almost ferocious in his actions, also moaning against you as he focuses back and forth between your aching hole and throbbing clit.
“Pussy tastes fucking amazing,” he moans, his tongue easily sliding into your hole as you gush around the muscle, moving so skilfully inside you.
He takes it as a sign to insert two digits inside you, immediately fastening his movements as he curls them against you. The motion makes you throw your head back, unable to keep your eyes on him as pleasure fills your body completely.
“Yeah, you like that?” You nod at his question as his tongue toys with your swollen clit while his fingers move steadily inside you. “Feels good, huh?”
You feel unable to respond as he attacks your pussy, your legs about to give up as you can’t keep them open anymore, pleasure too overwhelming.
“You want to come for me, pet? Then keep taking my fingers like a good girl, c’mon.”
His words make it harder for you to function, and it doesn’t help that’s he’s so incredibly good with his mouth and fingers, making you close to the edge.
“Be a good pet for me,” he says, this time slowing his movements, “And cum when I say so.”
He goes back to his fast movements, making you almost scream as you shake at the change of speed.
“Five.”
You look down at him as he starts counting, wide eyes staring into his dark ones.
“Four.”
The scene in front of you makes it hard for you to keep yourself from orgasming, but you don’t want to risk it.
“Three– look at you shaking.”
His chuckles have no right to make you aroused, but somehow they only add fuel to your lust as you’re so close to snap.
“Two.”
Your legs threatens you to give out at this point.
“One.”
Just a little bit more, you think.
“Cum for me, kitten– yeah fffuck…”
You don’t give him time to finish as a loud scream of his name erupts from you, body shaking as you finally cum on his mouth and fingers.
Ecstasy completely washes you as you squirt on his fingers, which he doesn’t retrieve from you as he continues fucking your pussy open through your orgasm.
“Jake, fuck!” you scream when he doesn’t stop, overstimulating you while his other hand rubs your clit fast.
“I’m not going to stop, pet,” he warns, continuing his movements, “Keep taking it.”
You feel too much pleasure, barely managing to stop your body from wiggling to much. Your legs, however, don’t stop shaking as you feel the urge to close them.
“Legs spread, c’mon kitten.” He gives a slap to your thigh when you threaten to close your legs around his head, although a part of him wants you to suffocate him with your thighs.
But he doesn’t need anything else now, except eating your pussy until he grows tired of it -- although he’s sure he could never be tired of your sweet taste.
Only after a while, he slowers his movements, stopping them entirely as he raises from between your legs.
You barely manage to open your eyes, the sight in front of you making you ready for what else he has in store for you.
“Such a good pet you are,” he praises, palming himself through his pants as you stare into his huge bulge, still restrained in the tight material, “Taking it so well.”
“You’re going to be my little pet from now on,” he says, tone lower as he starts unzipping his pants, “I’ll train you so good.”
He finally, finally lowers his jeans alongside his dark boxers, showing what hid inside them as his huge cock springs free against his abdomen.
It looks painful, with its red tip and veins popping on the sides but you can’t help but imagine how amazing he must feel inside you. And how good he’ll stretch you out with its big girth.
“You ready for this cock, kitten?” He notices your eyes fixed on his dick, at this point as big as his ego -- now growing even more as you stare at him in awe; he truly looks like a Greek statue, figure lean and muscular at the same time.
He grabs you by your ass, sliding your lower on the bed as he puts your dick right on your pussy, your wetness making it easier for him to slide it between your folds.
You whine as his heavy tip touches your clit, and he murmurs a quiet ‘fuck’ as he looks down where your bodies meet. The scene is so hot, and you wonder much you can take it.
Not much, as you start moving your hips, silently telling him to fuck you against the mattress as soon as possible.
“Yeah, you want me inside?”
You nod vigorously, your impatience making him smirk.
“Then do it yourself, pet. Put it in.”
You do as he says, raising on your elbows as you grab his heavy cock in your hand, slowly jerking it off as he throws his head back. However, his eyes turn back on you, silently urging you to do as he demanded.
And so, you insert the tip right at your entrance, already feeling a stinging sensation as its girth stretches your hole. You slowly sink down, only putting the tip in as a loud moan erupts from your lips, eyes watering.
Jake, on the other hand, can’t hold it anymore. Not when your pussy feels so incredible around the tip of his cock, not when he imagined this same exact moment for months now.
He doesn’t know how long you’ve been the main character of his twisted fantasies, but each time, you manage to make him cum harder than the previous time.
Being in class with you is a total nightmare for him. You, being the caring, smart student that loves animals almost as much as him. You, whose reputation can never get dirty as everyone just simply adores you and admires you from far. Just like Jake Sim has always done.
How long he has dreamed of this, pounding you against the mattress as he’s doing now. He doesn’t give you time to react, inserting his entire cock inside you in a swift motion.
He moves so fast inside you, bed crushing against the wall as your moans fill his ears so beautifully, your hands grabbing every inch of his body in a desperate manner.
“Jake, oh my fucking god!”
You feels yourself getting exhilarating at the waves of pleasure pervading your body, his dick impaling you while you try to grab him wherever you can.
“Fuck yeah, what a tight little cunt.”
He’s so vocal, grunting loudly as he stares at your eyes, now adorned with small drops of tears as they stain your cheeks. It all feels so good, too good for your body to take it. You’ve never felt this much pleasure before, this much force and passion in one human being.
You loudly gasp, thighs shaking violently as he hits your sweet spot directly -- and this time you can’t help but instantly close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of your impeding orgasm.
“Look down.” Jake notices your eyes shut tight, grabbing your throat to make you look down once again. “Fuck, shit– look how good you take it.”
He tightens the grip on your neck as you don’t do as he says, simply moaning out loud as your brain almost stops functioning.
“I said look down, bitch.”
The sudden nickname makes your eyes roll, pussy tightening around his fat dick. You hate yourself for getting turned on at his degradation, but you’ve always wondered what if felt like being called names during sex.
You manage to open your eyes, noticing the way his hips slow down to give you some time to recover. His eyes search into yours for a sign of hesitation, but when you give him a small smile of reassurance, he plants a soft kiss on your lips.
He continues his slow motions, and finally, you look down between your legs, moaning loudly as his cock splits you open.
“You’ve never looked better than this,” Jake whispers in your ear, before biting the lobe gently, “With your legs spread open, taking me so good.”
His words, alongside with the sight of his cock fucking you, makes you feel closer to the edge, your whines getting louder.
He takes his hand off your neck, although his grip has been loose, and starts planting soft kisses on its soft skin in a comforting manner -- so different from the way his hips snap harshly against you.
“My good little kitten,” he whispers on your neck, making you tighten around him as you feel close to the edge, “Wanna cum for me again?”
You let out a whine in response, soon followed by a loud gasp as he stops completely, not wasting time as he grabs you by the hips and roll on your stomach.
He hums at the sight of your ass, pressing his dick between your cheeks as he spanks them simultaneously.
You jolt at the action, but he shushes you as he plants small kisses on your back, while his hands harshly grab your boobs.
He stays like this for some minutes, before he feels your ass wiggling against his dick. You’re no patient, not when you feel so empty without him inside you.
Jake catches it quickly, chuckling to himself as he positions himself behind you, not before making you arch your back for him, ass in the air.
“So fucking hot,” he says, slapping your ass again before inserting his cock again.
This position makes you see stars immediately, his tip constantly hitting your g spot directly while you scream in ecstasy.
You’re so loud he has to push your head down the pillow, the action making you wetter. “Tsssk, you like when I push your face on the pillow? Of course you do, my little bitch.”
He tastes the waters with the nickname, but when he hears you moan and tighten your pussy around him, he feels more confident in using it.
You feel close again, urgency filling you as you gain enough strength to push your ass back against him, making him hiss at the sudden friction.
“Yeah like that, bounce back c’mon.”
You comply immediately, loving the way he moans so desperately at your action. This time, you feel like you’re the one being in control as he lets you fuck him.
“Look at the way you take it, fuuuuuck…”
You look back at him, moaning loudly as you see his head thrown back, lower lip trapped between his teeth as he enjoys all the pleasure you’re giving him.
“Such a desperate little pet for me, fucking yourself on my cock,” his tone is harsh, in contrast with his movements as they stop once again, “Am I not treating you right enough?”
His words leave you confused, but before you could say anything, he rolls you on your back, grabbing you by the hips as he lowers down the bed instead, putting you on top in a swift motion.
His cock sits on his abdomen, still so hard as it begs for release, and you want desperately to make him cum.
“Show me how you take it, pet.”
You widen your eyes at his words as he implies you ride him after blowing your back out, making it hard for you to move on your own, at least for now.
“Oh, do I have to show you?”
His tone is mocking, his hands grabbing your hips as he positions you over his cock. You put your arms around his neck, letting him move you as you feel his cock in your entrance.
“There pet, you can sit now.”
You stare into his eyes as he whisper these words, immediately sinking down his dick as it somehow feels bigger in this position. You’re left with your mouth open, strings of moans leaving you as Jake stares back at you, so immersed in the pleasure that tints your eyes so enchantingly.
“Don’t act shy on me now.”
You do feel shy under his gaze, simply because you feel a hint of intimacy behind all that lust that have painted them for the entire time.
He grabs your hips again, fastening your movements as to show you how to do it.
“C’mon, use me.”
You moan at his words, still a command although its double-meaning nature, and you do as he says, planting your feet on the bed as you start moving up and down faster.
He bites his lip at your action, eyes lowering to stare down at your body. “Look at your perfect precious body, fuck.”
You continue fucking him as your life depends on it, boobs bouncing directly on his face as his mouth catches a nipple, sucking on it gently.
The action makes you arch your back, altering your movements as you start grinding on him instead. That makes you moan loudly as your clit brushes against his pelvis.
Jake thinks he could die right here, in this very moment. And for him, it’d be the best way to go. Seeing you so focused on your pleasure, using him as he knows that he has to power to change everything no matter what.
“I’m going to fucking cum, kitten.”
He says loudly, although you feel your ears ringing as you focus on pleasuring yourself. You barely notice his hands on your hips, directing your movements as you both use each other.
“Fuck Jake… I’m close too, fuckfuckfuck!”
Euphoria washes you completely in the same moment he puts his hand on your clit, working the bundle with quick movements as he starts fucking you from below.
It doesn’t take long before he empties himself inside of you, your pussy getting impossibly tighter as string of moans, gasps and praises leave his lips.
His face scrunches in pleasure as he continues impaling you on his cock, and at this point you don’t even care about what you’re doing.
You get so lost in pleasure that you barely notice your impeding orgasm washing you over entirely, the pleasure hitting a few seconds later as your body freezes.
You let out a gasp, followed by a scream of his name, as tears roll down your cheek, pleasure too unbearable.
It all feels so good and so intense at the same time, making it hard for you to come to reality as your body falls on top of Jake’s.
He’s still breathing heavily, arms immediately caging you as he murmurs small praises and words of appreciation.
You don’t register any of them, though, not even noticing that you’re quickly falling into the real of dreams.
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The first thing you feel as soon as you wake up is the light touch of soft, yet calloused fingertips as they brush off some hair off your forehead.
A soft whine escapes you at the small act, stirring in your slumber as your eyes fatigue to open entirely. But only when you feel an arm around you, tightly holding you by your waist, you shot your eyes open.
You almost sigh in surprise as you’re met with Jake, whose smile is adorned by a warm smile greeting you.
“‘Morning,” he says, his tone not too raspy, a sign that he woke up earlier than you.
He immediately notices the confusion written on your face, unsure of how you found yourself waking up in his arms, covers over you as morning rays enlighten your room. It can’t be already morning, right? How long have you and Jake been at it?
“You passed out,” Jake immediately shushes any thought in your head, your eyes widening at his words, “And you fell asleep after making a mess on me.”
You let out an embarrassed chuckle, hiding your face on the pillow as he tries to reassure you, laughing as if to lighten the mood.
“Don’t be shy now,” he says, and you blush as you remember he said the same words the previous night -- in a much more suggestive context. But now, he’s just being as kind as you know him to be.
“It’s kinda hot knowing that I made you cum like that.”
You groan at his words, although you can’t help the laughter escaping your lips. You have to give him that, after all. He really gave you what you wanted.
Although you are pleasantly surprised that he was just as you pictured him to be. Or even better.
“What is it?” he suddenly asks, noticing your pensive gaze on him. You shake your head in response, shrugging your thoughts off.
But he chuckles instead, a smirk appearing on his face.
“This isn’t what you expected, right?”
“Shut up, Jake,” you respond with a laugh, rolling your eyes in a playful manner as he laughs alongside you. Although he knows he read right through you.
You sit down on the bed, covers pressed against your naked chest as you look around the disordered bedroom, searching for your underwear.
You immediately spot your yellow bra, although you can’t seem to find its other half.
“Are you looking for this?”
Jake’s voice interrupts your search as you look back at him, eyes widening when you see him holding your yellow panties with a smirk on his face.
You try to take them, but he retrieves his hand back. “These are mine now.”
You raise your eyebrows at his words, letting out a chuckle as you simply let him have them. At least, as a heirloom of what happened last night.
It’s a good thing Jake happens to be a smart guy; as much as he craves you, he’s fine in just appreciating what you want to give him.
Because as much as he loves the idea of taming you, making you his, he knows.
He knows he can’t own you.
No one can.
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🕷️ kinktober — day 1: angry / makeup sex 🕸️
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pairing: jay (enhypen) + reader (g/n)
genre: non-idol!au, mild angst, smut
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, pet name: ‘baby’ (for reader), unprotected sex, creampie
word count: ~1.9k
synopsis: jay is seemingly put in the doghouse after forgetting to pick you up from work like he promised. but there are some ways he can earn your forgiveness . . .
a/n: this is not as ‘angry’ as you’re probably picturing, but hopefully you guys like it nonetheless 😅 enjoy!
posted: october 1, 2023
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One thing. You asked him to remember one thing. “Don’t forget, I need you to pick me up from work at eight!” You told him twice and reminded him once more before you walked out of the apartment to catch a bus. Jay nodded each time, even going as far to say “Seriously, ________, I’m not a kid. I’ll remember” when you reminded him the last time.
Yet, you stood at the front door of your job at 8:17 p.m, looking and feeling stupid. Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, and your face was stuck in an immovable scowl. You knew you should’ve taken your coworker’s offer to drive you home, but you had put your faith in your boyfriend to do what you asked of him. How silly of you.
You texted and called him multiple times before giving up; he wasn’t answering and he probably wasn’t going to any time soon. I swear if he’s playing those damn video games, you thought with a bite of aggravation. You loved your boyfriend to the moon and back, but if there’s one thing you didn’t like about him it was how attached to his games he got. He was majorly competitive, to the point it was difficult to get him off of the console, especially when he was close to winning whatever dumb game he was playing. And heaven forbid he’s playing with his friends who only encourage his habit even further.
After ten more minutes you went ahead and walked down the street to the bus stop. Your nerves were on edge and your head was on a swivel. You couldn’t help but curse Jay in your head for putting you in this position and making you so anxious. Since your car was in the shop, you had been picking up rides from him and your coworker. You wanted to avoid taking the bus at night at all cost, which is exactly why you nagged your boyfriend to pick you up tonight.
When you finally made it home, the door flung open without care, dinging against the door stopper just in front of the wall. It rattled a bit; you had hoped he would hear it and be startled. But when you walked through the living room, you were even more pissed to see him on the game with his head set on, his phone turned upside down on the table in front of him. Of course he didn’t get my texts and calls, he couldn’t see or hear them.
You scoffed, not giving him a second look as you stormed into your room and slammed the door shut. You vaguely heard him say “Hey, baby” as you got in the hallway.
You decided to run a bath to cool off before you went off on him and said some things you would regret. In the mean time Jay had found it odd you didn’t answer him, his brows knitting together. He wondered why you were in such a weird mood, but figured you might’ve just had a bad day. He shrugged and reached for his phone to check the time. Maybe I’ll have time for one more match, he thought. The screen of his phone lit up when he flipped it over, several missed notifications taking up the entire screen. Some social media notifications were interrupted by five missed texts and seven missed calls from you. Each text asking where he was, how long he would be, had he forgotten? His heart sank into his stomach.
“Shit.”
Jay tore off his headset and quickly logged out of the game, running to your bedroom door. His hand shifted the door knob but was met by resistance when he tried to open it. He closed his eyes in defeat and sighed. His knuckles tapped against the hard surface a few times, “Baby, open the door. I’m so sorry I forgot to pick you up.”
On the other side of the door, you ignored him, turning off the running water in the bath tub before walking back in the room to get some pajamas.
“________, please open the door. I’m really sorry. I know I fucked up,” he continued, voice dripping with sincerity, “I know you told me multiple times, and you don’t have to forgive me. But please just let me apologize to you. I don’t want you to go to bed upset.”
You paused at your dresser. Your determination to stay mad at him was slipping. But your pettiness wasn’t, “Did you win?”
Jay arched an eyebrow in confusion, “Huh?”
“Your game. Did you win? It must’ve been a really important match for you to forget about me.”
Jay let out a groan of annoyance, not so much with you but with himself, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Really, I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll do all the chores this weekend. I’ll cook your favorite dinner for you. I won’t play my games tomorrow.”
He heard your scoff from the hallway, practically heard your eye roll, too.
“I won’t play my games for a week,” he corrected himself, “A month even. Whatever it takes to get you to talk to me.”
His heart pounded as it grew uncomfortably quiet. He didn’t even hear your soft footsteps, so his eyes became wide when the door in front of him opened. You stood in front of him in just your robe, your disscontempt etched into your face. If looks could kill, he wondered if he would be six feet under already.
“I told you three times, Jay.”
“I know.”
He frowned, looking more ashamed than you had ever seen him. You secretly wished you didn’t love him so much. It made it harder to be upset with him. You wanted him to feel bad, at least for tonight.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“I deserve that,” he agreed.
“And I’m gonna hold you to those promises,” you continued, “No games for two weeks.”
He was shocked that you had downsized the punishment from the month he suggested, but he didn’t show his surprise in case you took it back, “Okay.”
Your hardened stare lingered on him a little longer, and he grew nervous for what would come out of your mouth next. Little did he know you were actually thinking about how cute he looked. How mad you were at yourself for finding him so attractive at a time like this. Fuck you for being so hot, you thought, as if he could hear your thoughts.
“Are we good now?” he asked timidly. His hand cautiously reached up to cup your cheek in a sign of truce.
“You’ll have to earn your way back into my good graces,” you cracked a small smile.
“I’ll do anything,” he repeated, stepping closer to rest his hands on your waist. Your perfume lingered on your robe, filling his nose with the sweet, familiar fragrance that made his heart skip a beat.
“Anything?”
He nodded at your question, a smirk creeping onto his lips. If this was going in the direction he was thinking, then he was about to be a very happy man. His heartbeat accelerated as your hands found purchase on his chest, your palms flat over his pecs. Your eyes lingered on the small sliver of his collarbone that was exposed by the neckline of his t-shirt. When your gaze met his, there was a clear intention behind them that sent blood rushing to Jay’s loins.
Neither of you said anything as you tugged him into the bedroom and closed the door. In a matter of minutes you were on the bed, legs spread to make room for your boyfriend’s hips. Your robe was untied and thrown open as he slathered wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest. Your hand was buried in his hair, pulling lightly on it to keep him where you wanted him.
“You’re gonna fuck me exactly how I want,” you panted, hips already bucking up against his clothed crotch. He moaned in affirmation, the vibrations tickling your nipple that was in his mouth.
“Gonna give me the best orgasm ever,” you added, looking down to see his eyes closed as he laved at your collarbone. They opened to look you in the eye as he came back face-to-face.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he assured you, nodding as he connected your lips with his once again.
Skin-on-skin contact and heavy breaths filled the room shortly after. Jay’s clothes were quickly discarded and he was pounding into you like his life depended on it. Your fingers gripped his back, loving the way you could feel his muscles flexing with every movement. He tried to hold back low grunts as your ankles locked around his waist, causing him to thrust deeper into you. He felt anchored down, but in the best possible way. This position was as close to paradise as he would probably ever get.
“Faster, Jay,” you breathed out, fingernails digging into his skin. He gritted his teeth and fastened his pace as much as he could.
“Fuck,” you cursed, legs tightening around him even more, “Jay, faster!”
“Baby, I’m trying,” he practically whimpered, his thrusts getting a little quicker, but also sloppier. He was losing stamina. You knew he was trying his best, you could just tell. You thought about giving him some slack, but then you remembered how you two got in this position in the first place. You weren’t going to go easy on him at all; he didn’t deserve it.
“Not trying hard enough,” you sighed in annoyance, moving your hips up against his thrusts for more stimulation, “You’re so annoying.”
“So suddenly?” he scoffed out a small laugh, looking at you incredulously. He knew you well enough to know you weren’t being completely serious. You were just letting out your aggression; he didn’t take it to heart.
“Y-yeah,” you panted, wincing when his cock hit a certain spot inside of you that felt a little too good, “You need to listen to me.”
He nodded, his arms shaking a bit from the energy was exerting trying to please you and keep himself stable, “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll be better.”
“Promise?”
In that moment his gaze met yours, mere inches apart. Your breaths mingled between you, chests almost pressed against each other. He could tell you were getting close when he felt you growing tight around his dick. You always looked so beautiful like this—unraveling under him, by his own doing.
“Promise,” he sealed his words with a kiss against your lips, a low growl forming in his throat when you arms wrapped around his shoulders to hold him close to you. Your bodies pressed together like this, he could feel all of you; it drove him insane, “Now, cum for me.”
You were already well on your way when he spoke. Your legs constricted his lower body before growing slack at his sides. Your arms loosely circle him, keeping him close during the aftershocks of your orgasm. He came not long after, keeping slow, shallow thrusts until he came to a halt. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, simply cherishing the proximity to you.
“Can I join you for your bath?” he asked after your breaths had both settled back into their normal inflections.
“Sure, but the water’s probably cold by now. We’ll need to refill it,” your voice was sweet in answering him, as if any other answer would be ridiculous. Your next sentence, however, proved to humble him, “You’re still sleeping on the couch tonight, though.”
Jay cracked a smile, nodding in agreement as he helped you off the bed, “Understood.”
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heechaconnecore · 1 day
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Your roommate caught you watching Porn
(Enhypen OT7 Ver.) [MDNI!]
Warning: Smut(Ot6 except Ni-ki), Cursing
Synopsis: You borrow his laptop for work related. But you end up watching P#rn. You completely forgot to delete the title from the history search.
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jaeyunwrld · 3 months
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enha hyung line when you go for another idol's fansign !
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a/n. heavily inspired by that fansign of op asking members about what they'd allow their so to do 😊 (edit: wow this is blowing up so while im here, shameless promo!!! i have other text works on this acc and also a main that has even more works aka @jaeminri ‼️)
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jaylver · 4 months
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PINKY RING — S.JY
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synopsis: setting up a deal with a frat boy you've just met at a party turned out to be a stupidly cute idea. who knew his drake reference and the deal involving his pinky ring would soon score him a date with you.
pairings: frat boy!jake x afab!reader
genre: strangers to lovers, frat boy + football player jake, college au, romance, fluff
warning(s): profanities, party, alcohol
wc: 2.9k
a/n: a very late contribution to jakeday! this was much longer than planned so i hope you all enjoy it! apologies in advance if the writing sucks since i've been tired all week T-T please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx
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Wandering into a frat party alone was quite literally the least sane thing you've done in a while.
Your best friend, Yunjin, had called you up to meet her at a frat party at the most random hour of the night. The temptation got to you for the worst as you caved in and placed aside your studies in order to get some free booze, even if they're low budget ones.
That only explained why you were there then. Looking between your phone and the sight before you as you walked, trying to get a hold of your friend. She was probably somewhere wasted and you wouldn't be surprised if it was true. 
Once you sent her a text announcing your arrival and hoping for a text back, you slipped your phone away and wandered into the kitchen area, further from the crowded area filled with people dancing quite scandalously.
Whatever dodgy concoction they had prepared there, you took some and sniffed it before taking a sip, shrugging in half approval. You'd take what you have. Soon, you settled yourself in by leaning against the counter, pulling out your phone as it had started buzzing.
You were distracted by the chiming of your phone, realising Yunjin texted back and you immediately replied back. She was, in fact, somewhere in the house, except she was with a guy. Wait, a frat boy, Jay Park? Oh, you've heard of him. 
You didn't want to say much and just texted her back to call you when it's time to leave, or if she's even leaving at all. Meanwhile, you were unaware of the additional presence who had wandered into the kitchen as you typed out your last text.
“Oh—hey,” 
You glanced up from your phone the moment you pressed 'send', staring back at a guy that you swore you've seen somewhere before, he was too familiar. He wasn't just a guy though, he was a hot one. Backwards cap on, dressed in a casual black hoodie and ripped jeans, dyed blond hair peeking out from his cap. 
That was a sight to see. 
“Hey,” you could tell he wasn't expecting your presence in the kitchen just the same as you were.
The corner of his lips twitched, head tilted to one side. “New around here? I think this is the first time I've seen you at our party,”
Our? Was he a part of the frat?
“I don't usually wander into frat parties,” you shrugged, and he nodded, smiling. 
“I'm Jake, by the way. Jake Sim. I'm a part of the frat, we usually have these types of parties on the weekend,” he extended his hand out for a handshake, to which you accepted, staring a little too longingly at his pretty hands and fingers. Don’t be a creep. 
“Am I missing out? I'm Y/N L/N,”
“Well, Y/N, maybe you are,” an apparent accent flowed from his voice, and the way he said your name shouldn't have made you scream inside. “You should come by more often, I'd love to see more of you here,”
“We'll see. I wasn't even meant to be here, but my friend called and I thought ‘why not’ so here I am,”
“It's fated, then. We're meant to meet,” he clapped, lips stretched into a cheery smile that had you swooning.
“I suppose it is,” you let him join your side in leaning against the counter, feeling the fabric of his hoodie brushing against your bare skin. “You know, you look very familiar to me, I think I've seen you before,”
“Yeah?” His tongue swept across his bottom lip, eyebrow quirking with interest.
“Football team. It's you, isn't it? The striker,”
“How did you know?” He seemed genuinely surprised, and you were in disbelief as well. He was much different compared to what you remembered.
“My friend's on the team too, Kim Sunoo,”
“Him!"
“Yes, him! I went to one of the matches and you scored in it, it was a great match," you could still recall the faint memory of Jake scoring, his name blasting from the speakers, back when his hair was coloured black.
“Wow,” Jake stared in amazement, his smile never wavered, only widening. “We're much connected than I thought,”
“We are,” you couldn't help smiling as well, finding his energy contagious and severely intoxicating. You had to turn around and take a sip of your drink as a way to not become flustered around him, but only to notice the rings resting on his fingers.
“Nice rings,” you complimented, and it seemed to be his turn to become flustered. Immediately bringing his hands up for you to look closer and showcasing his rings.
“Thanks,” he said, sounding pleased.
“You have a pinky ring too?” You pointed at his pinky, noticing the silver ring gleaming under the light.
“Pinky ring till I get a wedding ring,”
It didn't hit you until a beat later. He was quoting Drake. 
“Drake? Seriously?” A teasing grin travelled to your lips, nudging him slightly ever so naturally. He didn't complain, just reciprocated your smile, seemingly glad that you caught onto his reference.
“Hey, I'm a big fan. Sue me,”
“No judgement, I like Drake too,” you spoke your half truth, shrugging lightly.
Jake turned to look at you, a light sparkling in his eyes, telling you he had something in mind. “Hey, why don't I give you my pinky ring, and the next time we meet, you give it back to me?”
“What?”
“Let fate decide our next meeting. If we bump into each other again, you hand me back my ring, and I'll get your number. Deal?”
“Sounds good,” why were you doing this?
Even as your consciousness was telling you what stupid idea this was, you couldn’t help but feel confident. There was definitely a next time. You were sure of it. Even after Jake slipped his ring onto your pinky, feeling his skin graze against yours, you were confident that fate would bring you to him, or even him to you.
You bid him a small goodbye, watching his bright energy disappear through the door and be left with yourself, wanting him to come back. Did Yunjin and you somehow suddenly share the same taste in men? Frat boys?
Soon, you abandoned your drink and walked out of the kitchen into the party scene. To your relief, you spotted Yunjin waving at you, a tall boy with silver hair standing right beside her. That was probably Jay.
“Oh my God, I thought I lost you,” she engulfed you into one of her warm hugs while you didn't miss the lovesick smile she always had whenever she was around a crush.
“I would say the same for you,” you nudged her slightly, eyeing her romeo of the night.
“Oh—Jay, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Jay,” Yunjin introduced, and Jay gave you a friendly hug as a greeting. Off the bat, you could tell he was a decent guy despite being in a frat.
“You're not joining your friends for beer pong?” Yunjin pointed out to Jay and you took notice of said beer pong going on across the room. 
There he was. Jake. Standing out amongst the bunch of guys that were most likely his friends, catching your attention in an instant. His baseball cap was no longer worn backwards, sleeves rolled up and showcasing the protruding veins decorating the expanse of his arm. He was holding onto a ping pong ball, aiming at one of the red shot cups and eventually shot it in successfully, letting out a loud laugh while throwing his arms up into a flexing pose and hitting his chest.
What a frat boy. But you think he's a cute frat boy. He was an exception.
“Should we leave soon?” Yunjin had to poke your shoulder to gain your attention back to her. At that realisation, you visibly flushed a tinge of pink, coughing and nodding rather stiffly. You could tell your best friend was suspicious of you, but didn’t press on and told you Jay was dropping you two off.
What you didn’t catch onto as you left the room was Jake’s lingering gaze on you. 
He was going to get his ring back. He was confident about it.
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“You’re telling me you’re missing Jay’s friend?”
“I am doing exactly that,”
He wasn’t just Jay’s friend, he was also his frat brother. Yet, Jay was oblivious you two knew each other, or at least that’s what you think in your perspective. 
Telling Yunjin about your happenings from that party was both a good and bad decision. The good part was that she was happy for you. The bad part was realising how predictable you were. In her words, she knew you would fall for Jake especially since you had a weak spot for men with cute smiles. Dammit.
It has been a week since that night at the frat house. To be honest, you could be crazy and just go back to find Jake, but were you going to chase a man like that? No, wake up! But, you were also shamelessly missing him and mulling over the fact that the ring was still on your pinky. 
“This is so stupid, why is he waiting on fate to act?”
“I think it’s cute,”
“You’re hopeless,” Yunjin rolled her eyes, but you just laughed, because you, too, knew it was dumb. A stupid game that tortured you but you enjoyed the anticipation as well. “Anyway, Jay’s going to a football match later in the evening, apparently the team is playing. Before you say no, consider this, he’s paying for dinner after,”
“I like him,” you gave her your seal of approval, and from the looks of her giddy smile, she was satisfied. 
Yunjin was more than happy when she led you through the stands, locating where Jay was sitting. You threw a knowing glance at her, to which she noticed and only rolled her eyes. He greeted you with a friendly smile, saving an even brighter smile for your best friend. It was sickening, but in an affectionate way. 
Realising how you were third wheeling, you took the queue and left, wandering down the stands to get a closer look at the field. You figured that'd be a better idea now that you realised the team was warming up there.
“Y/N!” you were barely halfway down the stairs when you heard your name being called, a familiar face running towards you. 
“Jake!” You jogged a little, reaching the barrier that separated the stands and the field, essentially separating you and Jake as well.
“You're here! At a football game,” he breathed out in a daze, as if he couldn't believe you were standing in front of him.
“Jay brought me and Yunjin here,” you slyly pointed at the duo that sat further up the stands, meeting Jake's playful smirk. You two had the same thought in mind. “Oh right—pinky ring,”
You raised up your right hand, his ring still wrapped around your pinky. At that, Jake's eyes only lit up, flickering between your face and the ring, his smile growing wider.
“You wear it everywhere?”
A rush of heat spread across your cheeks, you found yourself shying away from his gaze. “I didn't know where I'd find you,”
“Guess you finally found me, and I found you too,”
“I'm glad,” you fidgeted the ring mindlessly, looking between it and Jake before you realised the deal. "Should I hand it back to you first?”
“No—wait—maybe after the game?” His indecisiveness was killing him, and having you standing in front of him, it made him extra jittery, he was grateful the barriers were there. “I have a feeling you wearing it will somehow pass on good luck to me,”
Your eyebrows furrowed, a smile pulling at your lips. “Don't know how that works, but I'll do whatever you say,”
“It's true! It's called intuition. I'll win the game and score a goal,” he said ever so confidently, a grin that was challenging your doubts. 
“I believe you,” you said in between giggles, unaware of Jake's smile growing wider as he watched you laugh. “Go and win this one like you always do,”
“I will! Meet me after the game! Get your number and the ring ready,” he casted a wink at you, waving a small momentary goodbye before joining his team back in warming up. 
You eventually joined the two lovebirds and waited for the game to start, a certain feeling of giddiness bubbling in your abdomen. When it was finally time, you watched intently as the referee blew the whistle and the home team began the game. The number five on his back was easy to detect, your eyes followed it the whole time as he ran past defenders and scored a goal.
You and your friends jumped out of your seats in excitement. Yelling and cheering the moment you heard his name being blasted from the speakers. He did prove you right, he scored a goal. The next thing you knew before you could even process it was him pointing up at you. It was clearly directly at you, no mistake at all. As cliche it could get, he sent you a flying kiss, and you only matched his energy, catching it and laughing like some school girl.
He was soon tackled by his teammates and whisked away to resume the game. You were left in the stands smiling like a fool, unable to hide your happiness and blushing cheeks even though people around you had witnessed it whole, including your own friends. But who cares, right?
The game ended with the home team winning and obviously, everyone was in great spirits after. You told Yunjin that you’re finding Jake first, and as she left with Jay, you swore you heard him asking ‘since when did they know each other?’ 
Heading down the stands, you spotted Jake immediately. The team was still lingering around the field, but the second Jake’s eyes landed on you, he excused himself and ran towards you. The widest smile was present on his face, he was shining brightly under the dark skies. 
“Hey!” he pulled you in a hug, reaching over the barrier for you. He was sweaty, but you didn’t mind it. It was his presence and tight hold that you focused on.
“Congrats on the win! You did great,” you said as you pulled away, reciprocating his smile. 
“Thank you. It’s nothing,”
“Okay, you scoring a goal is not ‘nothing’,”  
“But I was right, wasn’t I?”
You rolled your eyes at him, hating that he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Whatever,” you said dismissively, earning a light laugh from him. You took the chance to slip the ring off your pinky, taking his hand in yours, instantly surprising him since it was a totally unexpected move. “Your pinky ring, as promised,”
“Oh, almost forgot,” he let you slip the ring back to the original spot, feeling your touch on his skin and reeling from your close proximity. 
“As for my number … I’ll give it to you once you’re done, I don’t have anything to write on,” you waved your phone in hand, casting him an apologetic smile.
“It’s totally fine. Will you be willing to wait?”
“I’m alright with it. I thought you’re joining us for dinner?”
“Right, Jay told me,” he snapped his fingers, recalling his friend’s text message. How could he have forgotten? He almost asked you out for dinner later as a date. 
“He’s paying,”
“Sweet,” he basically hollered, punching the air stiffly and you laughed at his demeanour. He’s so weird, but in a cute way.
Jake was biting on his lips once a short silence settled between you two. You could tell he was pondering and thinking about his next words. That sweet smile returned back to his lips. “Can I take you out for dinner soon?”
How could you say no?
“I’m down. Definitely yes,”
Jake almost looked relieved, but there was also a sparkle that you saw in his eyes that shined brightly once you’ve given him your answer. You could feel your own heart swelling at the sight of him. His gaze held everything he needed to say. He stared at you with a kind of longing and pining that you couldn’t pinpoint. 
“Great, fantastic,” Jake whispered under his breath, seemingly in disbelief and his dazed look only made you giggle. “I’ll catch up with you after I shower, give me some time and wait for me!”
“I will! The three of us will wait for you so go wash up,”
“Alright, alright,” he threw his hands up in surrender, hesitant to walk away as he wished to talk to you more, but he stank and was covered with sweat, so he didn’t have much choice. 
“Wait for me!” he said, slowly inching away with the silliest grin, eyes crinkling at the edges. 
You responded by gesturing your thumbs up, watching as he turned his back on you, but not even a second later he turned his head back, a small smile still remained. He then started jogging towards the benches, and you definitely didn’t miss his excited jump. 
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How were you supposed to survive that dinner date with an endearing, sweet and cute guy like him? 
The truth was, you weren’t.
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heeliopheelia · 5 months
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BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL (l. heeseung)
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
includes: virgin! reader, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, degrading, fuckton of pet names, creampie, stuffing mouth with panties, praising, reader is wearing make up and a skirt
word count: 3.4k
synopsis: 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦
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"Here?"
"Yeah, will do."
Heeseung locks the door of the tiny bathroom behind the two of you and sends you a lazy smile. His eyebrow twitches up at your awkward stance, hands fiddling with the edges of your short skirt and eyes turned downwards as you bite on your bottom lip. He chuckles.
"Why so nervous, baby?" He asks teasingly as he approaches you and places his hands on your hips. "It's just me."
You want to scoff at his words and this stupid smirk on his handsome face but you try to stay cool and keep your eyes steady on his. He's talking as if he's not the biggest fuck boy in your campus and doesn't have a humble score of sleeping with nearly every single girl from your year.
You've been homeschooled for the bigger part of your life.
You never go to parties.
You don't drink.
And most definitely you don't make out with strangers in your friend's microscopic bathroom.
So it's a wonder, really, how you – probably the most socially awkward girl in this country, ended up right there with Lee Heeseung's saliva on your lips.
"That's exactly why I'm nervous," you reply calmly, raising your chin up and clearing your throat. Fuck, why is it so hot in here?
"Don't worry." His thumbs trace circles on your sides. "I'll make you feel good, pretty girl."
Steady hands caress your hips before swiftly lifting you up and sitting you at the edge of an empty bathtub. With a thumb stroking your cheek, he leans down and captures your lips with his. He nibbles and sucks on the kiss-bruised plush, the heavenly feeling easing you almost immediately and making you putty in his calloused hands.
You let out half a yelp when you feel him moving your tight skirt up, resting it on your waist. His long fingers run up your thighs and inch higher and higher. Breaking the kiss, you can feel your breath hitching when he finally takes the next step and cups your clothed heat, fingertips brushing over the lacy fabric.
"Is this okay?" He mumbles into your lips as he sucks on them again.
Your face is already burning at the new sensation, never before feeling a male hand in such intimate place, and you look at him like dear caught in headlights. Cute, Heeseung thinks.
"Y-Yeah," you stutter out breathily, hands reaching forward and shyly clutching on his black t-shirt. Your mind spins as he kisses you without giving you a speaking break. "Yeah, it's just-" A small whimper makes its way out of your lips when he pushes his fingers a little more firmly, thumb pressing down on your clit. "I'm a virgin," you whisper into his mouth, looking at him with slight dread in your wide eyes and waiting for his reaction.
But he only smiles and traces your wet bottom lip with his tongue. "Yeah, figured that much. I'll take care of you, baby. Just relax."
He pecks you sweetly when you nod your head, then lets his hand slip underneath the cute lace. If the feeling of your warm and so soft cunt didn't make his dick twitch in his pants, the small whine you let out definitely did the job. Keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction, Heeseung slowly runs two of his fingers through your folds and smiles as he notices how wet you already are.
You tilt your head backwards as he slowly starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. None of your quiet sighs go past his ears, so he does all of his best to enhance the sounds gradually into small whimpers and moans. His fingers work on your wet pussy and he finally lets his thumb drop to circle around your soaked hole.
It's only when you whimper again that he slides his slender finger between your folds and watches carefully as your eyebrows furrow up and lips part slightly. Your hips jerk into his touch and you finally give him a longer whine. Heeseung slowly moves the finger in and out, shallowly at first, then pace growing faster as you relax your body and lean forward until your forehead is resting on his stomach.
"You doin' okay?" He asks, casting a glance down at you slouched over him, hair bouncing as you nod your head. "Use your words, baby."
"It feels so good," you choke out, words barely coherent because of the way your mouth is smushed in the fabric of his shirt.
"Yeah? That's good," he coos slightly as one of his hands reaches up to caress your hair.
Soon, he's adding his middle finger into this sinful commotion and you can feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter. He smiles slightly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him so greedily.
Your face pushes even further into into his toned stomach, his hand holding you firmly by the back of your neck as he resumes plunging his long digits in and out of your pussy. He's already learnt just how exactly to crook his fingers to earn this sweet little moan out of you, so he keeps on doing that and smirks when your nails dig into the muscles on his lower back.
He stretches you out so well, you let go of all of your senses and rely on his touch only.
"I-I'm, mmph, I'm so close."
Heeseung hums. "Oh, yeah? Then cum for me, pretty girl."
And you do. Your thighs close rapidly and squeeze his relentless hand in between them as the blissful high flows down your body. You whine and pant with your nails digging even further into his skin, but he doesn't mind – sweet praises leaving his lips as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
Once you've stopped spasming around him, Heeseung slips his fingers out of you and takes a step back, admiring your bashful face and wild eyes. You grasp the cool edge of the bathtub instead, fingers itching to reach out for him again. His hand moves up to your face and wipes the smudged lipstick from your chin before leaning down and sealing your lips with yet another kiss.
There was something about him that made you want him to do absolutely everything to you.
"C-Can you teach me how to do that?" You ask sheepishly, pulling away from him slightly.
He raises his eyebrows slightly. "Do what?"
You flush and tighten your fingers on the tub. Looking down, you clear your throat, then mumble, "You know what."
You watch as his face confronts with a crooked smile.
"Aw, baby, you wanna suck me off?"
You've only known him for the past hour but you're already so damn weak for this man, you don't even need to think twice before nodding your head. Eyes, so big and shiny, looking up at him with such innocence – Heeseung would be a very stupid man to reject this offer.
"You sure?" He asks and you nod again. "Alright, if you want to," he says, a grin plastered on his face when he starts unbuckling the belt on his hips. "I'm a sucker for pretty faces, you know. So you've never done that before?"
You shake your head silently, eyes watching his every move carefully. He lets his pants drop down to his knees, then does the same with his boxers. You swallow harshly, feeling yourself growing wet again as his semi-hard, thick cock falls between his thighs. Pretty and pink and your eyes glaze over with lust, one you've never felt before.
As if hypnotized, you watch as Heeseung's ring adorned fingers wrap around his length and he gives himself couple strokes. You're intimidated, sure, but the throbbing between your thighs pushes the feeling aside and makes you slip down the bathtub, knees hitting the tiled floor.
"Good girl," he praises with a large smile before stepping closer to you until your face is leveled with his stroked dick. "Alright, give me your hand."
You do as he says and reach your hand up, trying not to pay attention to how much smaller it looks compared to his. You do your best not to flinch when he spits on your open palm. Using his fingers, he spreads yours and wraps them at the bottom of his shaft, just where he held it half a minute ago. He's warm and veiny where you grasp him and you look up for the next instructions. He runs your intertwined hands up and down his dick, moisturizing it by spitting on your palm few more times.
"Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out," he tells you and you oblige. Once you're prepared, Heeseung lays the pink head on your tongue and gently tugs your chin a little more down. "There you go. Now, try sucking the tip, hm?"
You keep your eyes at him for a second before enclosing your lips and taking in the warm end of his dick in your mouth. You suck on it gently and look up at his reaction. Heeseung's hand slowly runs down your hair and he smiles down at you.
"Yeah, just like that, sweet thing. You can use your hand a little too, just like we did before," he encourages you, so you grow a little more comfortable and confident with your movements.
You keep it up for a moment, stroking his hardening length simultaneously. He jerks his hips suddenly with a loud groan when your tongue swirls and the tip of it and makes contact with the underside of his cock head. You instantly let go of him, worried that you did something wrong.
"No, no, baby, keep going, It was good," he says and you nod slightly before capturing his dick back in your mouth. "Try taking a little more for me, doll."
The wetness between your thighs becomes more prominent as the sound of Heeseung's grunts and huffs increases and you shift slightly. You move your head, imitating shallow thrusts as your face flushes with every next second. The act itself is so new to you, the lewdest thing you've ever done, and you whine softly at how much you're actually enjoying it.
The sound vibrates through Heeseung's now fully erected length, making him close his eyes and groan quietly in return.
His breath is grows heavier. "Fuck, baby, can I try something?"
You hum in agreement, making him twitch once again and before you know, he pushes a stranded lock behind your ear and then grabs your head by both sides gently. Listening to his open a little wider, your eyes widen when he slides even more of his dick into your warmth mouth. His groans are so sinfully attractive that you can't find a single bone in your body that wants to back down now.
You let your hand off of his cock and rest it on his thigh instead. Your face is flushed, teary eyes looking up at him so fucking prettily, looking like a damn angel at his feet, that he can't help himself from bucking his hips into your mouth a little further than he originally planned. You gasp in surprise and gag around his dick, not expecting to feel it shoved so far deep.
"Fuck, sorry! Sorry," he apologizes instantly and soothes you by caressing your hair. "Easy."
There are streaks of tears running down your cheeks now and you're sure that the make up you've been working on for so long is completely ruined now. Heeseung pulls back slightly and resumes his previous pace. You try to keep up and lap your tongue around his cock as best as you're able to, which earns a streak of soft hums from his throat. Your chin falls slack as it numbs slightly and you let him use your mouth free to his will.
"That's it, sweetheart," he moans and keeps working your head. Your knees begin to hurt uncomfortably but you would be damned if you ever dared to stop him. With two more pumps, Heeseung lets go of your hair and pulls out of your mouth, jerking himself off with quick strokes. "Where can I come?"
You clear your throat and hesitate slightly before saying, "You can do it in my mouth."
Heeseung grunts in reply before tilting your face up and shoving his dick back there again. Hot tears stain your cheeks when he finally lets go with a loud moan and splutters white seeds down your throat. The taste is not what you expected, yet you do your best to swallow as much as you can, letting the rest drip down your chin.
After coming down from his high, he pulls away to crouch down in front of you and kiss your red and swollen lips. You whimper at the slightly burning sensation yet still you pull his neck to you and let his tongue enter your needy mouth. His lips move down and sponge kisses on the soft skin of your neck before pulling you up to your feet.
"Hope it didn't hurt too much, baby," he mutters, looking pointedly at your red knees.
"It's fine," you reply quickly, drunk on his kisses and greedy for more.
It's stupid how bewitched you have him only after meeting you such short time ago. Your face stained with smudged make up. Your glossy eyes that look at him with such need. Your sweet voice and the cute little moan you let out as he sucks on your tongue – all of it. And, fuck, he can feel himself growing hard again.
"Want more?" He asks after his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.
You nod your head dumbly. "Yes, more, please. Give me more."
A rasped fucking christ drifts from between gritted teeth as he turns you both around and presses your back against the bathroom door. Your skirt is still riled up, exposing your underwear that Heeseung soon starts slipping down your legs. You sigh when the cool air hits your soaking folds and you shiver, both from cool and the nervous anticipation.
He grabs your thighs firmly and lifts you up in his arms, spreading your legs as he steps closer to rub his wet dick between your legs. Your back is pushed into the wooden surface and you hit your head by an accident as you tilt it backwards. Heeseung chuckles.
"Ready?" He breathes out, looking into your eyes and watching carefully to back away at any sign of discomfort on your face. But he finds none, only a firm nod of your head and eyes clouded with lust. "Good. Tell me if something hurts or if anything's wrong, okay?"
You nod, a sheepish smile tugging on the corners of your lips. "Yeah, okay."
Heeseung lunges forward and kisses you hungrily again as he lines his hardened length to your weeping hole. When he rocks the tip of his cock into you, you can't help the whine at the unfamiliar feeling. It doesn't hurt, unlike what you've been so afraid of – you just feel so full as he slowly sinks more and more inside you. Your clenching walls suck him in so eagerly, impatient to make him the first one to have you in such way.
And, fuck, he almost loses his mind when your seeping cunt swallows him all the way through your tightness and gripping him so hard he can barely move. Heeseung groans lowly, hands pushing onto your thighs and spreading them even more apart until he bottoms out in you fully. You claw at his shoulder blades, leaving tiny red crescent marks all over his skin whenever you move your fingers.
"You're doing good, baby?" He asks and grins when you nod your head with a moan. "Such a good girl f' me."
He fucking swears he's in love.
His hips move in careful strokes against yours at first, letting you adjust to the unfamiliar stretch. And the second he looks at your face again, he could cum solely from the starry-eyed wet look you give him.
He groans low in his throat and he thinks it's the first time in his life he stutters while fucking a girl.
"F-Fuck, baby, quit squeezin'," he pants when your tensed walls don't give him even a second of break. He clenches his eyes tightly and ruts his hips a little quicker, causing your body to rock against the door and make a dull noise. "You're so tight. So good. Prettiest girl I've ever fucked."
You sound so pathetic after hearing his praising. When he picks up the pace even more, all you hear is white noise as you let him pound you against the door. All you know at the moment is Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung. The way his fingertips dig into the plush of your thighs and ass, his lips on your neck, his whiny voice. Heeseung.
"Heeseung, I-," you whimper mid-sentence, voice trembling and jumping as he fucks up into you. "It's so good. You're amazing."
"Aren't you the sweetest little thing?" He snickers, giving you a harsher thrust and clicking his tongue at the strangled sound you let out.
It's overwhelming. The pleasure and him. It's a lot and soon you're left a quivering mess, swallowing thick and choking back on your tears.
"Aww, baby, I know," he coos at the sight of your shiny lashes. He wipes your under wet eyes with his thumb and squishes you even further into the door until he's chest to chest with you now. "You're doing so well for me."
By the way you're throbbing around him, he can easily tell you're close without even needing to hear your words. His eyes wander down to see your shaky fingers rubbing onto your swollen clit and he grins teasingly. "Ahh, so you do know a little something then."
He removes your hand only to replace it with his more skilled one and your body jolts forward into his, trembling in his firm hold.
You jerk in his arms, growing louder in the sounds you let out, having little to no control over them. It's so loud combined with the rattling of the old door as your body hits it over and over again. His eyes roll back at the sound of your whines – borderline screams really.
Heeseung reaches to his pocket where he's hidden your panties before and pulls them out only to shove the fabric between your parted lips.
"You're too loud, sweetheart. We need t' keep it down," he chuckles and resumes his unrelenting pace, completely unaware of how your brain has melted at his lewd act.
You're cumming on his dick within seconds, slumping heavily on his body as you cry out into his ear, teeth clenching harshly on your underwear. At the feeling of your trembling thighs and the unforgiving grip of your cunt, Heeseung furrows his eyebrows with bliss as he follows right behind you and releases right inside your warm walls.
You're nearly gone. Face so fucked out, cheeks so prettily stained with wet mascara and the black lace hanging from your drooling mouth, it makes Heeseung's cock twitch and throb as he overstuffs you with his hot strings of creamy cum.
With a whimper, you start squirming against his firm body pressed so closely to yours as his release starts overflowing out of your hole and leaking out on your bare thighs. "Stay still, baby. Lemme fill you up like a proper slut," he hums deeply, hands soothing you as they caress your skin with gentle touch, such a contrast to his filthy words. He empties himself in you completely with shallow thrusts and you pant, head dropping to his shoulder as you let your panties fall to the ground as well.
The two of you stay still like that for couple minutes, way too intimate for a pair of strangers. But you like it. Surprisingly, he makes you feel the most comfortable you've ever been around a boy. And damn what a boy he is.
Instead of letting your shaky legs touch the floor, Heeseung walks you all the way to the sink and sits you there. He grabs the first better hand towel within his reach and soaks it with warm water before bringing it to your sensitive and still throbbing pussy. He cleans you up, not minding the small jerks and sighs you let out.
You thank him softly and watch as he fixes himself up then comes back to you, stepping in between your legs and leaning down to kiss you once more. He's addicted, that's the only explanation for the way his heart hammers in his chest.
He's much gentler this time – letting his lips caress yours slowly and capturing them fully. Your mind is still hazy from him, dizzy from his intoxicating scent and shying away from his handsome face.
"Can I have your number? Please."
His embarrassingly desperate eyes are enough to have you nodding and typing your name on his roughed up phone.
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"i stumbled over all my words
i made it weird, i made it worse
each time i step outside, it's social suicide"
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☆ ᵎᵎ ENHYPEN COMING HOME TO FIND YOU ASLEEP.
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╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.
𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen in whipped era 𖥔 ݁ fluff, soft soft softtt LIB? fem!reader word count `719 PLS REBLOG!!
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𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 he knows you stay up late waiting for him, this time he finds your figure laid against the soft cushion in a weirdly adorable position. heeseung quietly tiptoes to have a closer look, taking his time to admire your sleeping face. oh he so wishes to keep coming home to you like this. he'd sit beside you and tell you things he could never have said to your face, his deepest thoughts. apologizing for things he could've done better and thanking you for being with him and loving him.
i think i will love you forever, i want to.
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he is so used to it, at least he thinks he's so used to it but everytime he comes home to find you passed out on the couch, or on the carpet slightly lolling to the side the book in your hands almost falling off, he feels the same butterflies he did when it first happened. if you aren't in your pajamas already, best believe he'll change you himself, not wanting to disturb your sleep and put you to bed like magic fairy. he'll join you in later, and if you accidentally stir awake he'll put you back to sleep.
shh, go back to sleep love, i'm right here.
𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 this guy has a field trip range of emotions upon seeing you asleep after a long day of work. he feels this fuzzy and warm feeling watching the one he loves sleep so peacefully, and on the other hand he's so excited to just join you. if you're on the couch he'll squeeze himself in whatever space he finds and cuddle you into the morning and if you're on the bed, he'll leech onto you leaving more than half the mattress empty while he snuggles into his baby on your side of the bed.
mmm, love having you in my arms like this
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 outwardly he's so nonchalant at first, just coming up to your passed out figure and picking you up to get you to the bed, a smile on the tip of his lips. however the moment you nuzzle into him in a soft whine, he's so putty feeling his heart skip beats, his breath staggering like boy is damn smitten. placing you on the bed he'll quietly pull the covers on, a sneaky kiss on the lips and then leave the room to calm himself down, maybe even scream silently a little with the way you get him nervous over nothing.
fuck, she's so damn adorable i'll melt.
𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 he'll text you to ask if you're awake and if you don't respond he knows you're out. he'd definitely softly speak about his day even though you're not listening. complimenting you as he always does of how pretty you manage to look all the time. will sing you a bunch of songs if you wake up, holding you close and tracing over your features, smiling so wide all the tiredness of the day washes away. also makes sure to wake up before you to again admire your sleeping face.
you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 asleep or not, jungwon is always careful when he walks through the door, softly opening and closing it. tiptoeing inside as quietly as he possibly can, and when he spots you asleep on the couch he'll put everything down to bring you to bed. carrying you like the most precious thing, laying you on the mattress and immediately leaning over to leave kisses all over. if you stir awake he's getting in and cuddling you back to sleep, hands caressing your head gently.
it's just me baby, you looked so cute couldn't help it.
𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 will absolutely not switch on anything or make any sound and obviously will carry you to bed if you're passed out somewhere else. he'll kinda avoid looking at your face, until he cannot help it and god help him because once he does he'll be glued, eyes staring non stop. he can't believe someone so beautiful loves him, and all these complicated emotions come at once. he's overwhelmed and so whipped, he'd play around with your hair deep in these thoughts until sleep comes to him too.
how did i manage to have someone like you?
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