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𝓇𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝓌𝗁𝖺𝗍 ? — 𝓈𝗂𝗆 𝒿𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇

𝓘𝐍 𝓦𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ❤︎⁠ your best friend is an absolute pervert with a massive fixation on you, stealing your clothes and losing his mind, until he finally breaks down and begs you to let him cross the line.

𝓖𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗭’𝗦 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄 ─── 𝜗ৎ smut. (mdni) || warnings ' perv!jake bsf2lovers dry humping obsessive behavior scent fetish overcoming boundaries mutual pining marking || talktalk ' idk what to think about this it’s just hot to me he’s so pervert coded sorry not sorry.

lv3jkey

HIII can u please write sunghoon putting reader in a full nelson infront of a mirror and just fucking her stupid? pls and thank uuuu, ur writing is so good!!!

𓂃 look at the mirror

𖦹 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑛 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 / 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 ꫂ

You stand there in front of the tall mirror, completely naked, your body already trembling from the way Sunghoon has been teasing you for the past hour. His tall frame presses against your back, his hard cock sliding between your ass cheeks as he grips your hips tight.

“Look at yourself,” he growls low in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You’re dripping down your thighs already like a needy little slut.”

He doesn’t give you time to respond. His strong arms slide under your legs, lifting you up effortlessly. You gasp as he hooks his elbows behind your knees and locks his hands behind your neck, pulling you into a full nelson hold. Your body folds, legs spread wide open, pussy completely exposed and on full display in the mirror. Your back arches hard against his chest, tits bouncing as he adjusts his grip.

“Fuck, look how wet that cunt is,” Sunghoon groans, staring at your reflection with dark hungry eyes. He lines up his thick cock and slams into you in one brutal thrust, stretching your tight pussy wide open.

You cry out, the position making you feel every inch of him so deep it knocks the air out of your lungs. He starts fucking you hard, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a toy. The wet slapping sounds fill the room as your juices drip down onto the floor. In the mirror you can see everything, his thick shaft disappearing inside your swollen pussy over and over, your tits jiggling wildly with every savage thrust.

“Such a stupid little fuckhole for me,” he grunts, pounding harder. “Taking my cock so deep like this. Look at that pretty pussy getting wrecked.”

Your mouth hangs open, drool slipping down your chin as he fucks you stupid. The full nelson keeps you completely helpless, legs forced apart, body folded so he can drive his cock even deeper. Every thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. Your pussy clenches around him, squirting a little with each brutal slam.

“Yeah, just like that. Cream all over my dick, baby,” Sunghoon hisses through gritted teeth. Sweat drips down his chest onto your back as he rails you faster. “You’re my dumb little cumdump tonight. Gonna fill this sloppy cunt until it overflows.”

You moan loudly, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. In the mirror you watch your own face contort in ecstasy, tongue lolling out as he destroys your pussy. His balls slap against you with every thrust, the lewd sound echoing. He tightens his grip behind your neck, forcing you to keep watching how he owns your body.

“Look at yourself getting fucked stupid,” he demands, voice rough. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My cock ruining you in front of the mirror.”

You try to answer but only broken moans come out as he keeps bouncing you on his massive cock. Your pussy is a dripping, stretched mess, creaming all over his length. He doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking you harder, deeper, using your folded body like a fleshlight.

“Gonna cum so deep inside you,” he groans, his thrusts getting erratic. “Take every drop like the greedy whore you are.”

With a final powerful slam he buries himself to the hilt and explodes, flooding your pussy with thick hot cum. You scream as your own orgasm crashes through you, squirting hard around his cock while he keeps you locked in that full nelson, forcing you to watch every second of your own messy ruin in the mirror.

You’re still locked in the full nelson, panting and twitching as Sunghoon’s cock pulses deep inside your cum-filled pussy. Thick ropes of his load leak out around his shaft and drip down your thighs, but he isn’t done with you yet.

He suddenly releases one hand from behind your neck and fists your hair roughly, yanking your head back hard so you’re forced to stare at the ceiling for a second before he tilts it toward the mirror again.

“Such a messy fucking slut,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. His other hand leaves your leg just long enough to deliver a brutal slap across your ass. The crack echoes loudly as his palm connects with your skin, the force making your whole body jolt on his cock. A bright red handprint blooms instantly on your ass cheek. You cry out sharply, pussy clenching hard around him from the sting.

Sunghoon chuckles darkly and finally unwraps your body from the hold. He pulls his still-hard cock out of your dripping cunt with a wet pop, then spins you around to face him. Your legs are shaky and weak, cum running down your inner thighs in messy streams. He towers over you, gripping your chin tightly so you can’t look away.

He takes in the sight of you: eyes glassy and fucked-out, drool on your chin, lips swollen, tits heaving, and your poor pussy swollen and leaking his load. A wicked, satisfied smile spreads across his handsome face.

“Look at you… completely ruined already,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “My pretty girl turned into a brainless cumdump in just a few minutes.”

Before you can catch your breath, he grabs your waist and throws you onto the bed like you weigh nothing. You bounce on the mattress, landing on your back with your legs spread. Sunghoon climbs over you immediately, crawling between your thighs. His large hand slides down your body until it rests on your lower stomach, pressing firmly right where his cock had been buried so deep.

He caresses your belly slowly, almost tenderly, rubbing circles over the spot that still feels full of him.

“Can still feel how deep I was, can’t you?” he says with a smirk, pressing down a little harder so you feel the pressure inside. “Gonna put so much more cum in here tonight. Keep this cute stomach nice and full for me.”

His fingers drift lower, spreading your messy folds open again, watching his own cum drip out of your used hole. He leans down, hot breath against your ear as his hand keeps stroking your belly possessively.

“You’re not done yet, baby. Not even close.”

You lie there on your back, chest still heaving, when Sunghoon climbs fully on top of you. His eyes are darker now, burning with something deeper than just hunger. He grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head with one strong hand, fingers locked tight around yours so you can’t pull away. His other hand slides down to grip your left thigh, spreading you open wider for him.

“Stay right here,” he whispers, voice low and intense as he lines his thick cock up with your cum-soaked entrance. “I want to feel every single twitch of this greedy pussy.”

He pushes back inside you in one long, deep stroke, forcing a broken moan out of your throat. This time he doesn’t fuck you brutally fast. Instead he rolls his hips slow and hard, grinding deep, making sure you feel every inch stretching your sensitive walls again. The pressure is overwhelming, especially with your belly still full of his first load.

You start to squirm beneath him, hips twisting and legs trying to close as the intensity becomes too much. Your body jerks, trying to escape the relentless pleasure that borders on overstimulation.

Sunghoon lets out a soft, amused laugh against your neck, not angry at all, just delighted by your reactions. He tightens his grip on your hands, squeezing them firmly so you can’t pull free, while his other hand digs into your thigh just enough to hold you in place, fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

“Shhh, baby… where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, still rolling his hips in that devastatingly deep rhythm.

You whimper loudly, back arching hard off the bed as he hits that perfect spot over and over. Your pussy clenches around him desperately, creamy cum from earlier leaking out with every slow, powerful thrust. You twist your wrists in his grasp and try to shift your hips again, the sensation too intense, too much, but he just chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against your skin.

He leans down closer, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on your tear-filled ones as he keeps that intense, grinding pace. His hand on your thigh squeezes a little tighter, keeping your leg hooked over his hip so he can sink even deeper.

“You’re so fucking cute when you try to run from it,” he groans, voice thick with lust. “But you’re not going anywhere. This pussy is mine tonight. Feel how deep I am? Feel how full you are?”

Your whole body trembles and writhes underneath him. Moans spill uncontrollably from your lips as another orgasm starts building fast, almost painfully. You shake your head weakly, legs shaking in his hold, but Sunghoon only smiles that dark, pretty smile and fucks you deeper, slower, more intensely, refusing to let you escape even an inch of the pleasure he’s forcing through you.

“That’s it… keep squeezing me just like that,” he praises softly, breath hot against your mouth. “You’re going to cum again for me, aren’t you?”

ensomniiac

10:00 AM — WC: 2,591

pairing: olderbf!sunghoon x fem!reader

includes: jealous/clingy/needy hoon, shady but slightly oblivious reader, age gap (med student!sunghoon, undergrad!reader), established relationship, use of “pretty” as a pet name, sfw for the most part because it’s really just implied at the very end and there’s no strong language

He’s soooo sulky needs reassurance jealous and not agressive possessive jealous — also, @iloveenhaaapaglu 😼

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♱⋆ཐི˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱𓆩^._.^𓆪♱⋆ཐི˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱

You don’t have a lot of close friends.

There’s a group of people you talk to that are either around your age, in your major, or both; but you wouldn’t go out of your way for them, and they wouldn’t go out of their way for you.

It’s not a bad thing, not necessarily, but it’s how it is after you left most of your friends back home to study in Seoul.

Sunghoon knows about most of them; he’s probably met one or two in the two-ish years you’ve been together, and he’s comfortable with it even if it consists of guys and girls.

But maybe that was only true when it was normal that you only saw them in passing at school or once a month as a group.

Recently, you’ve been texting more than usual; one quick glance at your phone revealed nothing more than a group chat with what he assumes are those friends.

So active and for what?

He should be glad you’re talking to them more—he’s always said he wishes you’d go out more instead of being home all the time, if not at school or work—but something is off about it all.

You don’t hide your phone, but you seem a little sensitive about it, like you look up whenever it buzzes or if he’s near it.

But he trusts you.

He has to, doesn’t he?

You’ve never given him a reason to believe otherwise.

“Sorry, I’ll mute it.” You say softly, reaching for your phone.

You sat down with him less than 10 minutes ago, and it’s buzzed on the coffee table about 50 times despite you not answering.

Sunghoon sighs softly, shuffling a stack of papers to arrange them neatly as he tried to put together his notes.

You sent a few messages before you ever put your phone down, and even then, you seemed distracted by whatever was on it.

But just before he can think to bring it up, you speak first.

“Hoon…can you put that down for a bit?” You ask softly, shifting slightly where you’re sitting.

He nods, finishing up by stapling them together before he lets them fall on top of his notebook.

“There’s this…uhh…” you trail slightly, unsure how you’re supposed to explain this to him.

“Do you remember before we started going out…one of the things you had asked me about was my past relationships, and I said I had none?” You say.

You probably could have started better; from where he’s sitting, it sounds like you lied and you do have an ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah?” He acknowledges, trying to remain neutral until you say everything you need to say.

“I never really…knew how to explain that I had gone on a date before, it just never went anywhere.” You add, not really looking at him as you continue.

“And I didn’t think I could bring it up after because I didn’t want you to think that I was still thinking about that person…” you admit.

Sunghoon sighs a little; he’s relieved, but there has to be a reason why you’re bringing this up now.

“Just one date? One person?” He asks, trying to get the right details out of you that will make you tell him what’s actually on your mind.

“It was a few…maybe 5?” You sound unsure, but the second part is without hesitation, “with the same guy…” you add.

There’s a long pause, and he can’t help but wonder if you kept anything else from him.

“Okay.” He nods, biting his tongue.

“Is that it?” He asks, not rudely, but you know he’s upset, even if it’s just a bit.

“Sort of,”

You pause for a moment, the first part should have been the hardest—why is this one that much harder?

“He went abroad a long time ago, but he came back recently and my friends have been trying to get everyone together to have dinner with him to welcome him back.” You explain.

Now they’re your friends? What happened to them being classmates?

“Are you asking me for permission…?” Sunghoon asks, looking at you with a slight crease in his brow.

“No.” You answer quickly, but then you backtrack just as quickly. “Or, maybe?”

“I’ve never asked you to do that” he points out, crossing his arms in this defensive manner.

“I know-“ you assure, “but it’s a complicated situation, isn’t it?” You ask, looking at him nervously.

“I just…wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable…and I wouldn’t have gone or been able to go without telling you about him first.” You explain.

There’s another pause, and this is starting to feel like the longest conversation you’ve had all day.

“C’mere…” he says softly, holding his arms out just enough to show that he wants you to come between them.

You scoot over to him, letting him pull you into his lap to straddle him while he wraps his arms around you.

“You feel bad, is that it?” He asks, looking up at you as he leans into the couch behind him.

You nod, keeping your arms crossed and to yourself.

“If it didn’t mean anything to you, and you’re sure it means nothing now, it’s okay.” He assures, but he’s only half honest in his words; part of him is still a little unsure about all this.

“You’re not mad?” You ask, relaxing a little above him.

“No, pretty…I’m not mad.”

You sigh in relief and lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You still say, feeling a little better as he rubs your back gently.

“I should be the one apologizing…there’s no reason why you should have been nervous to tell me about this.” He says gently, already thinking about talking to Jake and Jay about this tomorrow when he sees them.

“I was only nervous because I thought it might look suspicious that I only brought it up because he was back. But I’ve been looking for a way to tell you about this for the longest time.” You admit, looking up at him when you say this.

If he considers how you act; you looking at him directly without wandering means you’re being honest, and you seem eager to make this point, so he believes you.

He nods, just to acknowledge this, but there’s one more thing he needs to know.

“So…when are you going out with them?” He asks, trying to make it less about the guy even if it’s all he cares about.

“They haven’t decided yet. Too many of them are busy until this weekend.” You explain briefly.

He nods again, remaining neutral with what he has despite his mind working overtime.

You stay with him as he continues studying for his finals, but he can’t focus on them when all he can think about is this and what it means.

You said Sunghoon was your first boyfriend—that he’d been your first in everything you’ve done together—and if he really thinks about it, he can’t remember ever asking about dates, because really, who ever does?

What he can’t wrap his head around is the fact that you went out with this guy five times and you never kissed? Never did anything? Why were there five dates at all then?

And when were you seeing this guy if you and Sunghoon started dating almost two years ago? How old were you then? How old is he?

The biggest thought running through his mind though was the one that pointed at the reality that you and Sunghoon might’ve never gotten together if he had you first, and he doesn’t like how that makes him feel.

But it was so hard to determine if he was upset, jealous, or angry at all this; it only made the most sense if he was upset because he didn’t know about this, but what did he have to be jealous or upset about?

A lot according to Jay and Jake.

Which was unusual since all of his close friends really like you.

“I think it’s odd.” Jay shrugged,

“You should ask to go through her messages, did she mention if they were talking? through their group chat or privately?” Jake asked,

Neither of them were helping Sunghoon get over this on good terms.

“I’m not going through her messages.” Sunghoon groaned softly, burying his face in his hands for a moment.

“You don’t want to ask that you go with her, you don’t want to ask to see pictures of this guy, and you don’t want to go through her phone, so what DO you want to do?” Jay asked, listing and counting these on his fingers as he scolds Sunghoon slightly.

“I want to forget she told me in the first place, and I want her to stay home.” He admitted, saying this clearly because you weren’t around.

“So say that.” Jake said, having agreed with this a long time ago.

To avoid hearing them go through it again, he stays quiet; he doesn’t want to forbid you from going, and he’s starting to regret telling them about this.

“It’s one night, I can give her that and it would make sense if I say I wouldn’t like her to see him again, even if it’s with a group, right?” He suggests, and Jake and Jay can only shrug and lean back in their seats.

“Only you know what you can handle, I guess,” Jay sighs.

Just as Sunghoon said he would do, he does.

And when you’re getting ready to go out that same Friday, he does nothing but sit in bed “studying” while he sulks.

You’re not doing anything excessive or trying too hard, but Sunghoon always thinks you look good, and it sucks not being able to go with you when you look this good.

You check in one last time before you leave; Sunghoon tries to make his expression as neutral as he can, but you know better.

“Are you sure?” You ask, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.

Sunghoon nods, taking your hand and bringing it up to kiss your knuckles to get whatever he can without ruining your makeup.

“Text me when you get there, and then again when you’re going to leave so I know you’re on your way back.” He says softly.

You frown a bit and nod; you don’t want to go, but if you do, you can use this as a chance to update your friend so no misunderstandings can happen later.

Still, if Sunghoon would tell you with his words that he didn’t like this, you’d acknowledge how unnecessary it is and stay home with him instead.

Of course, since he doesn’t, you take it as a sign that this is just something you’re going to have to do.

So you go.

And the three hours you spend with your group are the longest, most draining hours you’ve ever had to endure in these last few months.

Your friend was fine, he looked a little thinner and maybe a little rough around the edges, but he’s always given you the impression that he’s even just a little crazy.

Nothing to compare with the boyfriend you have now, which actually crosses your mind a bit on the way home—how was it that you considered someone like him before Sunghoon?

You’re much happier to return to Sunghoon than you were to have a night out with people you don’t usually see.

It might say a lot about the kind of person you’ve become, but no harm as long as it isn’t your entire personality, right?

You assumed he’d be asleep by now; if it wasn’t school keeping him from allowing him a late night, it’s the fact that he goes to the gym every morning and wakes up early to go through his pre-workout.

So you entered the apartment but didn’t announce yourself or call out to him.

But just as you’re toeing through the apartment as quietly as you can after very carefully removing your shoes and jacket at the door, you find Sunghoon waiting for you in the living room.

He startles you, but mostly because he was sitting and doing absolutely nothing else.

“What are you? My dad?” You sigh, running your hands over your face as you start to calm down.

He hates when you compare him to an older figure about as much as you hate when he calls you baby; but it doesn’t happen so often and he’s more worried about other things.

“Come here.” He says softly, his voice is firm, but he looks a little off, impatient maybe?

“I texted you, why am I getting in trouble?” You groan softly, only playing as you stand in front of him and then lean forward to get on his level.

“What?” You ask, using your hands to keep yourself propped up on the armrests.

“I love you.” He says, a little sudden, but you just think he missed you.

“I love you more.” You replied, a small nod to “agree” with his statement playfully.

“Am I still yours?” He asks, looking up at you with a slight pout and a slightly desperate expression.

How adorably odd.

“Hoon, what does that mean?” You ask, a small chuckle as you give him a tiny kiss.

“No one’s taking you from me? You don’t want anyone else…right?” He presses a little further, poor thing just wants reassurance.

You frown a little, but not from sadness; more like guilt. Maybe you should have been better at assuring him before tonight happened.

“Of course not.” You assure, straightening up slowly.

“Come on, you should have gone to bed a long time ago.” You remind gently, holding your hand out so he’d take it and follow you to your shared room.

If he stands up with you though, it isn’t because this is over and he can go to bed just because you’re home.

No.

You need to make him feel secure. It’s only fair. You are the reason he felt jealous in the first place.

“Prove it…” he says, his voice dropping a little to a whisper as he wraps his arms around you.

You don’t even get to ask or say anything else before he’s drawing kisses out of you; they aren’t intricate—more like quick pecks because he doesn’t want to be the one to start anything, but he also can’t not kiss you right now.

“I have…” you try to say between kisses, but now that you’re trying to talk, he makes them a little longer.

“To change…and…wash my face…” you explain, but he doesn’t care for a little mess with your makeup, and your clothes will come off regardless.

“Everyone else got to see how pretty you looked today…why can’t I?” He asks, speaking and staying with that little pout he gets when he sulks.

Ughhhhhhh…

He’s so cute.

“No complaining when I smear my makeup on you.” You say softly, pushing him gently in the direction of your bedroom.

“I won’t.” He assures, letting you push him onto the bed.

He’s much stronger than you are, yet here he is, letting you shove him around while he looks at you with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen on someone.

Now, just what are you going to do to him that’s going to give him the reassurance he needs and the fun you want?

And just how long do you have before he remembers who he usually is and takes over for himself?

Decisions, decisions.

lucenthoney

missing you ₊⊹♡

⋆⟢ jake knew he had attachment issues, but he never thought it would make him do something like this...

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ smut (mdni!!)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁✽ cw: established relationship, pillow humping, scent kink, multiple orgasms, noisy jake, jake gets caught by you

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽wc: 1.6k

it hadn't been that long since jake had last seen you. in fact, it was earlier that day that he kissed you goodbye. yet he found himself laying on your side of the bed you shared with him; on his side, limbs clinging to your pillow, finding comfort in your scent and waiting for you to return.

he loved your scent. it smelled like…you. simply you, and that was his favorite thing about it. it was so raw and special.

he took a deep breath after putting down his phone, bored of trying to ignore the feeling of missing you. missing your voice and touch. he had been looking at photos of you, at old messages and voice notes. he was always so clingy and needy for you; found warmth in your presence. after staring at the wall for a few moments, he closed his eyes and rested his face into the pillow, deeply inhaling your scent, his heart melting at the traces of you.

his heart skipped a beat when a dirty thought entered his mind. you wouldn't find out, would you? you wouldn't mind if he smelled your pillow while he touched himself?

…he wanted to hump it but was afraid of making too much of a mess. jake bit his lip and started to palm himself over his pants, a soft whimper in his throat. he felt himself getting so hard already and your sickly sweet scent definitely wasn't helping.

his hand reached past the hem of his pants, straight to his thick, hard cock. he stroked it lightly in his hand making it leak. he had to be careful and not be too messy.

jake almost cried once he placed his face into your pillow, his cock pulsing in his hand, urging him to do something about it. hurriedly, he pulled his pants down to his ankles, careful to make sure his cock, which was already leaking of his sticky precum, didn't touch the pillow.

he immediately started pumping his cock in his hand, thrusts unrushed and pressured. due to his close vicinity to your pillow, his sensitive tip couldn't help but brush against the fabric, sending a hot rush of pleasure across his entire body. he trembled at the feeling as he subconsciously rolled his hips against the pillow more.

it was like heaven to jake, he couldn't help but chase that electrifying high of satisfaction it brought him. he whimpered your name as he continued to rut into the pillow, hushed and whinged apologies scattered from his lips even tho you weren't even there to hear them.

"mngh sorry, baby. i'm sorry. i miss you so much. don't wanna make a mess on your stuff…"

the feeling of the rough fabric sliding over his length and kissing his tip so deliciously, made him feel so dizzy he started panting. he paused and glanced down at his movements, slowing as he saw the large wet spot on the pillow. a high pitched whine sounded from his throat, shutting his eyes and rutting into the pillow faster.

god, he felt like a huge perv. he's never done anything crazy like this without your knowledge. besides sniffing your panties, but in his defense he's never made a mess on them! and when you caught him doing it, you asked him why he would resort to that when he had you right here. but he did it, of course, because he had missed you so badly. he just couldn't help but indulge himself occasionally when the yearning and ache got this bad.

he embraced the pillow closely to his chest, practically huffing in your scent as he thrusted into it. his cock ached terribly. it wasn't enough though. he needed you there, nothing could satisfy him more than you.

his hips picked up speed, his leaky cock making even more of a mess than before. his pants and moans stifled by the pillow. he was surrounded by the shadows of your nearness. he wanted you back home so bad… to hold him and make him feel good. but for now he'd have to be content with this. he bit his lip hard at the utter pain his cock emotionally felt being unable to have your hands on him.

he felt himself get close the more he thought of you. the concern for cumming all over your pillow dazed from his brain at this point. he bit the corner of the pillow as he continued to search for that pace, that spot that brought him to the edge. he focused his attention on the head of his cock, the pillow rubbing on it just right.

"fuck, honey i wish you were here right now, mnnn." more whining followed, "i wish you were touching me right now. ah~ i'm your good boy. i can still be good…right?" he repeated like a mantra while his hips gyrated erratically into the pillow that you laid your face on everynight, cock weeping at the friction.

a slew of loud broken moans flew from his lips as found himself reaching his peak. his hips stuttered as a tidal wave of pleasure hit him and he felt himself cumming into the pillow. he shuddered as he hunched over the pillow, teeth letting go of the corner and laying his head down to rest and calm his breathing. he lifted the pillow away from his body seeing a large creamy, sticky stain in its wake, a thick string of it connecting to his cock. his soft voice let out a "fuck"

he was gonna have to make it up to you big time. if you ever found out.

he planned on throwing the pillow in the washing machine and then ignore it for the rest of the day. he let out a mix of a whine and a groan as he noticed that his cock was still very much hard, his length covered in his thick, milky cum. jake tentatively ground his cock into the gooey mess on the pillow, biting his lip, hypnotized by the sight. mind still mush from his previous orgasm, he let out a weak moan as he hastily began to rut into the mess, his breathing becoming rugged once again. the sight was too erotic for him, his mind encompassed by desire.

wet and slick noises echoed in your room, ringing in his flushed, buzzing ears. elevated by the noise, he felt a second oragsm approaching quickly, driving his cock against the pillow aggressively. it hurt so good, grinding his overly sensitive cock into your pillow.

soft cries and whimpers of your name fluttered from his lips, as he breathed in your pretty scent for the nth time that night. the outline of your presence filling his head with longing and want. his whole body felt like it was on fire, thrashing around on the bed trying to relieve himself.

a few noisy moans fell from his mouth as he suddenly came into the pillow again, his body tensing as he came harder than before. jake panted while letting out delicate moans, trying to slow his breathing. his shirt stuck to his sweaty body and his creamy cum started dripping onto the bed. he winced. guess he'll have to wash the duvet as well.

he made the mistake of wanting to sit in the pleasure for a few more minutes when he heard you open the bedroom door. "jake? is everything okay? you didn't greet me like you usually do." his heart sank. how did he not hear you come home? he sat up and scrambled to reach for the already smeared duvet to cover himself, but failed to do so in time. you already saw all of it.

you both paused before jake nervously laughed trying to conceal the aftermath of his carnality, "hi, baby. when did you get home?" his breathing and heartbeat were still a little erratic and he felt his skin burn up, a red flush returning to his face. you liked it though, he always looked so glowy after climaxing.

you walked over to him, placing your hands just a few feet away from him on the bed. "i left early to come see you, jake. what were you doing?" your question feigned innocence but you both knew that you were well aware of what he was doing.

"n-nothing! it's not what it looked like i promise.." he whined as you got up in his face, the smell of his musky cum hitting your nose.

you removed his persistent hand from the duvet and lifted it off of his lap, a scoff emitting from you. "oh, baby… you made a mess on the bed."

he sighed heavily, guilt weighing on him from being caught. "i'm-i'm sorry, i've just been missing you all day so i laid on oyur side of the bed and your pillow smelled like you and…"

you glanced at the abandoned pillow and turned it over, the fabric was damp all over and his milky cum was slathered over a good portion of the surface. a quiet whine left his mouth as he watched you examine it. "baby, i'm so sorry. please forgive me, i was gonna wash it before you came home."

taking his warm crimson face in your hands, you stoked his cheeks and lips with your thumbs. jake moaned in your mouth as you kissed him passionately, quickly turning intense and rough. his torso froze up and he bit his lip when he watched your hand reached for his half-hard cock, his former cum and your hand creating a cooling sense that made him arch his back.

your soft sweet voice in his ear made him shiver, "honey, you couldn't hold out on your desires for a little longer? if you want i would gladly help you for the rest of the night."

💭. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: hey to anyone reading!! ty for enjoying, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy my writing 💗 idk if this is good or not lol, it was written on a whim. buttt i do have smth hopefully better coming soon!

jongst4r

thinking about munch jake who acts like eating you out gives him more pleasure than it does you. like you literally have to pry him off of you after you’ve came because he just wants to keep tasting you.

i love how we've all agreed that jake is a munch (he is)

warnings: oral (f rec., duh), overstimulation, mention of multiple orgasms, praise, dirty talk, humping, begging, use of petnames.

you don’t even realize how it starts.

one second jake is kissing you like he’s been waiting for you all day, and the next he’s sliding down your body like gravity pulled him there on purpose.

lucenthoney

yielding ⋆˙⟡

⋆⟢ after a long day at work, there's nothing more you'd rather do than play with your boyfriend jaeyun...

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ sub!jake x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ smut (mdni!)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁✽ cw: hand job, ear licking/ sucking, (slight) finger sucking, teasing, nicknames, edging, begging, overstimulation, gentle dom reader, hickeys, cum eating, dacryphilia(?), hyperspermia, jake is messy... and noisy

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽wc: 2.3k

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: genuinely can't get this out of my mind i need to call jake a good boy so bad idk. also please bear with me, i haven’t written smut in years 😭

the day was rough. since it started, everything already seemed to be going wrong and then at work, things got worse. but the thought of coming home to your sweet, sweet boyfriend kept your mood afloat.

keys jangled as you unlocked the door, immediately throwing your jacket and bag on a table. your eyes found your boyfriend sitting on the couch, his arms perched on a pillow in his lap as he scrolled through his phone. he lifted his head the second you opened the door, a grin growing on his face. jake set his phone down and sat up, turning his body toward you. "hi, honey" he said in his soft tone.

you smiled as u walked over to him, “hi, baby” he looked up at you with his pretty brown eyes that made your heart melt. you plopped next to him and placed a kiss to his soft lips that made him moan faintly. "i missed you today."

he hugged the pillow close to his chest and rested his chin on it, his slender fingers gliding over the surface slowly. “yeah, i missed you too.” an entranced expression graced his face as his smiling eyes studied your face with a gaze cloaked in tenderness. “how was your day today? are you hungry? there’s still some of the food that I made, I can heat it up for you.” you couldn’t help but gawk at him as the dim, warm lights made him look 10x more delicious than usual, it brought out his honey skin tone and made the scene of him reclined on the couch one you couldn’t take your eyes off of. god, the way he looked at you with those docile eyes made you dizzy, you almost felt drunk.

fuck you needed to kiss him.

you deftly took his face in your hands and kissed him once more, deeper this time, fervent - a buzzing feeling lingering behind after pulling away, one that would be hard to ignore. his eyes were cloudy and hungry as he slightly bit his bottom lip and immediately leaned in for more. you loved how easy Jake was, any gesture from you seemed to ignite him. you placed your hands to his chest, ceasing his actions and keeping his face mere inches away. the corners of his mouth turned down and he whined softly. “hey, why’d you stop?” teasing jake was just too fun, how could you not?

“my day was a little rough.” you had said this with a feigned sadness and while he was still dazed from the kiss, a worried look came across his face. before he could get a word out, you brushed your lips against his and slid you hand up his black sweatshirt, fingertips caressing his abdomen up to his throat, making him shudder.

your teeth grazed his ear as you trailed your lips to his ear to whisper, “you can make me feel better though, right?” he immediately began to nod his head, murmuring ‘yeah’ under his breath. you started to lick and nip at his ears, a moan falling from his lips and his breathing noticeably getting heavier. “i’ve been thinking about you all day.” hearing this made him let out a half-moan half-laugh, almost like he thought he wasn’t good enough for you to be thinking about all day.

you started sucking on the spot where his neck and ear meet, making his back arch slightly. a whimper left his mouth and his hand flew to your thigh, squeezing and rubbing his big hand up and down. “baby, what do you want? what do you want me to do, tell me” fuck, his sweet voice sounding so wrecked but also trying to prioritize your needs made you want to ruin him even more.

you instantly noticed how hard he was now gripping the pillow. and also how hard his cock became through his grey sweatpants. you brought a hand to cup his face, to which he melted and leaned in to take the scent of your palm. your thumb coasted over his bottom lip, pushing past his lips as he to licked and sucked your thumb, then bringing it back to his lips to glide his spit on them, making them look glossy and messy. staring at his mouth hung open and eyes already glazing over, you replied to him, “i just want to make you feel good right now. okay, baby?”

you knew he wanted nothing more than to have you ride his face, or plant his tongue in between your legs and stay there until sunrise. but nothing would satisfy you as much as having his cry and squirm and feel good under your command.

he nodded slightly and sighed, dazed. "m'kay." the way his puppy eyes looked at you, so docile and at your command, drove you crazy. you almost wish you had a strap-on you could use on him tonight. next time.

you moved your hand to touch him over his sweatpants. you wanted to tease him all night long but you just couldn’t wait anymore, you had to touch him. he looked so perfect and needy, his neck and ears tinted a dusty pink, spreading to his cheeks. his body tensed and his eyelashes fluttered as you rubbed your palm against his tip. jake was always so sensitive to your touch, but this part of him made him go crazy.

pretty whimpers came from him when you applied more pressure, and since he was already so hard you decided to relieve him. he lifted his hips when you prodded at the band of his sweatpants, helping you slide them down to just enough for his cock to spring free. his pretty, flushed cock slapped against his stomach, precum stringing from his hard cock as it stood in attention. his cock was slick and leaking of precum; so pretty and the perfect size in your hand.

your fingers gathered the slick rubbing it over his slit, making him leak more, precum spilling all over. jake released a breathy moan, his mouth hanging open. “b-baby, please…” hearing him beg for your touch, you felt yourself get wet. “pl-ah please i-i can’t” he was writhing and almost crying now, his cock twitching as you grip the head of his cock, jerking it off and adding pressure.

the squelching sound from your steady wrist movements resonated in the room. "tsk, you're so messy, puppy." broken noises arose from his throat, he loses it whenever you call him that. he then huffed and planted his face into the pillow, the string of whimpers and moans now muffled.

teasing and watching him leak turned you on so bad, you felt yourself getting so wet that it leaked through your pants. you paused your actions and gripped hair, gently pulling his face from the pillow, a wet spot left on the fabric and drool sitting at the corners of his mouth. a whimper sounded in his throat.

"c’mon, jaeyunie. lemme hear you, okay?" his glassy eyes, which were previously squeezed shut, found yours, a compliant sign. "you can do that for me, right? you can be good." his cock twitched under your palm and his legs quivered.

"mmn, yes I can be good." a continuous thread of loud, high-pitched broken moans came from his full lips. "ah～ baby please, I need to cum." his head fell back, hips starting to squirm, trying to gain more friction from your hand. "please, touch me more ngh.. it aches so bad" you loved to see him so desperate and needy.

the way his hips were chasing his release, did something to your brain. thick eyebrows furrowed, concentrating on finding some sort of satisfaction, soft moans flowing from the back off his throat. he was so cute when he's so close, restless and insatiate. it was pathetic but also endearing.

your hand started to speed up until his panting and whining became incessant. then you slowed your movements, torturously gliding your hand around his cock wholly, fingers circling the tip. a yelp came from as he begged, his voice rough and cracked, "fuck, don't do that… can you please stop teasing me, baby?" his bottom lip jutted out slightly as he gazed at you with pleading eyes.

you bit your lip and looked at your hand, covered with his sticky precum, and admiring the way it clung to your fingers and coated his cock. he was always so messy, even getting all over his shirt and pants… you gripped the head of his cock again, continuously squeezing it, wet, squelching sounds sounding in the room. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his pants turned into whimpers, embracing the pillow tightly, his knuckles turned white. "does that feel good, jaeyun?"

your hand engulfed his entire cock now, stroking it at a steady rate, paying special attention to the sensitive head of his cock. his legs started to thrash and his body began to tense up under your touch, teeth gritted as he shut his eyes in bliss, his eyebrows creasing. "fuck! yes it feels good… it feels really good"

you knew jake was holding out and that at any second now he could cum. but he wanted to hold it for you. to be good for you. his face was contorted in incomprehensible pleasure and pure need. it was so orgasmic, you thought you could cum at that point.

"argh fuck, i'm close! please, i've been good! can i please cum now-ah fuck…it hurts" he tried his hardest to control his moans but failed miserably. noisy moans and whines fell constantly from his lips while he rolled his hips, trying to match your pace. although he loved to completely surrender himself to you, he could get desperate like he is now, to the point of his mind almost breaking.

jake was now a complete mess. you sucked harshly on his neck, leaving marks all over his throat and collarbone. you admired the contrasting marks on his soft skin, before moving to his face where you gave light pecks to his jaw and the corner of his mouth, his lips quickly meeting yours. both of your mouths and tongues moved in tandem before you bit softly on his bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from him.

he sputtered incoherent words, still begging to cum because he was right on the edge. he could almost taste it. now he just needs your permission.

he let out a heap of whimpers and whines before begging with his ruined voice, "baby…baby please i need to cum. please please, i need it bad." warmth emitted from his body as the intensity of your movements increased, making him sweat, hair sticking to forehead. hand speeding up, you decided to relieve him since he did so good, like he always did for you.

Back arching off the couch, his panting sped up. "i'm going to cum, baby. can I?" alternating between his length and fondling the head of his cock, you stroked him at a faster speed. wet sounds echoed in the room and his hips started jerking. tears formed in his glazed eyes, was he crying? the sob that he let out confirmed your assumption.

"jake" his weeping brown eyes met yours. "you wanna cum for me?" one of his hands gripped the pillow, the other one held onto your arm. he was bitting his lips hard before exhaling sharply, a whine following, warm cock pulsating strongly in you hand.

his mouth hung open and his leg were trembling as you tautly stroked him as fast as you could. eyes were rolled back and endless moans came from him, "i'm cumming, baby. f-fuck, can I really?"

"yeah, cum for me like a good boy."

completely surrendering to your touch, his whole body spasmed as intense waves of pleasure poured through his body while he orgasmed. hot ropes of his viscous cum shot out onto your hand and his sweatshirt. he didn't even make a sound when he came, just shaking with his mouth slack and eyes rolled back in ecstasy. he couldn't stop, cum continually spurting from his slit, creating white, creamy mess on his sweatshirt, the small puddle leaking down onto his thighs.

jake continued to quiver with your hand still around him, his thick cum coating you hand. as he began to come down from his high, he finally emitted a piercing shattered moan, looking at the mess he made.

your hand had slowed down at that point, but you suddenly started moving your hand again, at a speedy pace over his tip, overstimulating your boyfriend whose cries sounded sweet like honey to your ears.

"ah-ah-ah-hahh. fuckkk." the voice sounded far from Jake, more like a desperate man gone wild. his voice was destroyed and his breathing ragged. using the heaps of cum he made a mess of, you jerked off the head of his cock, squelching noises sounding more erotic post-orgasm. "i can't anymore. baby, stop. please!" he began writhing violently before you pulled your hand away.

his chest heaved as he tried to gather himself. pure bliss gracing his face, even more beautiful in the warm lighting after climaxing.

bringing your cum-covered hand to your mouth, you placed your tongue to your drenched fingers. jake groaned, aroused as he noticed you licking his sticky essence off of your fingers.

his droopy head turned to look at you, "wait, baby you didn't get to cum…" his face was flushed up from his heaving chest that peeked through the part of his hoodie that was partially zipped down. you can't believe he's worried about you cumming when he's wet and sticky basically head to toe.

you laughed softly at his disheveled state and his concernment. you pushed his hair back with your hand, head laying on your arm to admire him. "baby, I couldn't tell you the exact moment, but I'm pretty sure I came sometime in the past 5 minutes."

he smiled at you, dazed as he started to come down from his orgasmic high, letting out a relaxed giggle. "even if you say so…i'm still gonna make sure you cum tonight. as many times as I can make you."

☘️ . ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.

hoonguin

꒰﹕﹒espresso yourself ❀ sim jaeyun

⌗ in which . . . sim jaeyun, your husband, comes home emotionally drained and finds comfort and release through intimate, reassuring reconnection with you

流星 ໑ . . husband!jake x fem!reader

⌗ includes . . . smut (18+), established relationship, emotional burnout, emotional vulnerability, hurt-comfort stuff, vulgar language, teasing, oral sex (m. receiving), dom!reader x sub!jake, filthy ass talk, riding, penetrative sex, pet names, unprotected sex (don’t), shit ton of praise, creampie, sex as emotional release ➜ mdni ! or do.. it's up to you ♡ purely a work of fiction, none of this is real | wc: 3.3k

♪ el’s bubble: thought of the title while talking with maisie a while back & i thought it was the most creative thing i’ve come up with 🥀 sort of a wip (ish) . . but thankfully, everybody can agree that jake is hands down the most freakiest enha member ☺️ enjoy — likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are deeply appreciated on here ♡ requests are always open if you want to see me write something specific ۫ ׅ

tags: @wonscapes @simsimluver @maishee @grdientlips @kristynaaah @psychicdazestrawberry @heesroses @vmpiricou @seungiesdoll | just ask if you want to be a part of my tag list ˙𐃷˙

now playing . . . fragile by kygo

velmirenoir

stomach ache ♡ ࣪sjy

( ^ ˘ ^ )/ ⸝⸝ pairing ₊ fem!reader‎ ♡ idol!bf jake

in which your boyfriend is about to perform on stage in front of thousands, and he's having some anxiety. he asks you to help him release some stress. ‧₊˚

content warning ₊ smut, unprotected sex, risky sex, bulge/size, creampie, slight choking, praise, use of the name mommy, quickie, not proofread

ⓘ wc ₊ 1.4k

| now playing ₊ shameless the weeknd

“fuuuuuuck me.” jake throws his head back anxiously, making you irritated again for the 5th time tonight. “sim jaeyun, i swear if you move again your makeups gonna look a hot mess.. stay still.’’ you scold him, cleaning up the messed up eyeliner gently. “baby i’m fuckin’ shitting rocks here.’’ he mutters, his fingers circling your small wrist like a child wanting comfort from his mother. he looks up at your eyes, pouty.

“you’ve performed a million times before, what’s different tonight?” you start apply the eyeliner in his waterline, and he tries his best not to blink. “it’s different tonight babe, we’re in australia.. you know this is where i grew up.” jake bites his lip nervously, his large veiny hand squeezing your wrist slightly.

you lean back to admire your work on his pretty face. “it’ll be fine i promise, just calm down and breathe.” you glance over at your now cluttered makeup desk and reach for the setting spray, and spray the mist all over his face, he flinches - but he doesn't say anything yet. he still looks nervous. “my stomach hurts i don’t think i can perform.”

as you were about to say something, jungwon peaks his head through door. “jake, we’re on in 20, come start warming up with us.” just as quick as he arrived - he left. jake gets up quickly, the anxiousness even more apparent in his stiff posture. he leans down to give you a quick peck on the lips before hurrying out the room.

you can’t help but smile - shaking your head. you start to organize the scattered makeup products on the desk and begin to prepare jake’s outfit changes for his show.

a few moments went by, then you felt a large hand snaking up your waist, pulling you against his chest. “jake?” you ask, turning your head slightly to the side to see him pressed behind against you in the mirror.

he doesn’t say anything, just breathes in your shampoo scent. “y/n..” he swallows. “are you okay?” you ask, your voice quiet and low. “y/n please..” he whispers, his head falls on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck.

before you can even ask another question, he presses his rock hard bulge right against you. you blush immediately, feeling the heat rush up your neck and as well down to your stomach. “jake? what're you-” his large veiny hand comes up to wrap gently around your neck, cutting you off.

“can you help me?” he asks softly. “i want you to help me.”

you swallow.

“please mommy? i need you to.” he bites down on your shoulder, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. he walks forward, forcing you to also walk forward. he stops abruptly at the nearby couch in the corner of the dressing room.

“jake...” you whisper. “please, i don’t know how much more i can handle y/n.” he says. you feel your panties start to get wet from how needy he’s acting. “we won’t be able to, we don’t have enough time..” you mutter.

he shakes his head. “mm-mm. i’ll be quick, i still have 11 minutes before i have to go. that’s more than enough time.” with his free hand, he lifts up your skirt and reaches into your panties, his pink knuckles brushing right above your sensitive clit. you follow him, your hand on top of his.

you begin to guide him to where you want it, you take his two fingers and guide him to start circling it, whimpering softly at the sensation. “like this?” he asks, applying more pressure. you nod slowly, breathing heavily. you move his fingers from your clit to inside your vagina.

he adjusts quickly, and presses his long veiny fingers deep inside. he curls up his fingers to find the texture of your g-spot and presses down on it while he fingers you slowly.

“tell me i’m doing good.” jake murmurs lowly, rubbing himself on your ass from behind for friction. “you’re doing so good jakey..” you throw your head back on his shoulder and his hand tightens, applying pressure on your neck, cutting off oxygen slightly.

he takes out his fingers gently from out of you, licking them. he then steps back a little and puts his large hand on the flat of your back, pushing you down gently over the couch, bending you over. “i swear i’ll be good, i’ll be good and quick.” he lifts your skirt over, revealing you bare in black panties.

“you’re so annoying.” you say with mock irritation, he chuckles deeply and then swallows at the sight of you, he presses his bulge right against the damp spot on your panties, both of you letting out a groan.

“i know baby i know.” he mutters, thrusting into you with his clothed hard dick. you squirm, grabbing the couch arm for support.

he pulls his pants and undergarments enough just enough to free himself. jake moves your panties to the side and lines up his thick long cock on your wetness. he rubs his tip against you to lubricate himself before pushing all the way in.

you moan loudly, and his hand immediately flies over to cover your mouth. he bends down - “shh baby, there’s people outside. they’ll hear.” he gives you a little nudge with his hips. “mmmmfff.”

he straightens, and begins to move at a fast pace. his dick hits your cervix with each thrust, his dick so big you feel so full with him inside, your eyes begin to water and roll back. you try to adjust, but he’s just too much. too big.

“just let me do all the work and relax princess.” he thrusts and thrusts again, your loud moans being caught in his large hand. your hands grip the fabric of the couch desperately, finding purchase.

he whimpers at your tightness, the sound making you clench around him more involuntary. he hisses, but that only makes him rougher. the couch moves from the force and pace he’s doing, making a loud noise.

“you feel so .. fuck” - he stutters - “so amazing.” he removes his hand from your mouth and moves his hands to grip your small waist tightly, and you let your moans flow out freely, still keeping the volume somewhat low.

“am i doing good? does it feel good baby?” he thrusts into you hard, hardly giving you a chance to reply. you mutter weakly, ”mmmhmm, so good, just like that puppy.” he throws his head back, losing himself in the sensation of being inside of you.

he's a whimpering mess, his hips slamming into you brutally. “please mommy- please can i-...” he whines, his voice and moans high pitched from how needy he is.

“jake? it's time to go now, we start in 2.” jungwon voice comes through loudly from behind the door. your eyes widen in fear of being caught, and your hand instantly covers your mouth. the doorknob shakes. - jungwon’s trying to come inside.

“you doing alright in there? why's the door locked?” he asks, the doorknob shakes again. jake on the other hand, is so close to cumming and he's not about to stop now. he mutters “i’m - fuck - i’m coming.” literally.

jake's hand reaches over to turn your head to face him. his face has “can i do it inside?” written all over it. your heart is beating so fast, but you nod nonetheless. he thrusts a few more times roughly before spilling in you. he pulls out quickly, the warmness spilling from out of you.

he takes his two fingers and scoops it up before it falls and pushes it back inside of your pussy - you whine. he slides your panties back in place, pulling down your skirt next.

“jake c’mon, we have to go like right now.” jungwon says again, with a more stern tone. jake fumbles with his pants, you help him cover himself hastily. he gives you a pleading look. “i swear i’ll give it to you better later and give you proper care after my show, okay?” you nod, and he quickly kisses you on the lips before making his way to the door.

you sit on the same couch jake just had you bent over on and pretend to look at the invisible wall decor, still a bit hazy from what just happened and aching a bit between your thighs.

jake unlocks and opens the door. “let’s go, i’m warmed up plenty now.” he says, all giddy. the anxiety kicked out of his system like a football. jungwon looks at him curiously, then glances at you inside. you both make eye contact and he shoots you a knowing look.

jungwon shakes his head and begins walking off towards the lift to the stage. “christ.” he chuckles in disbelief. jake follows right behind him.

what the hell have you just gotten yourself into?

authors note ₊ if you made it this far, thank you so much for giving my first ever fic on here a chance! this is my debut post lolol i had to learn all the tumblr mechanics in the same session i wrote this

more will come soon! if you liked this plspls give me some feedback. requests are open as well! <3

hheeees1

TOO FAR GONE - sim jake (pt. 1)

⇝ pairing: downbad!sim jaeyun x downbad fem!reader

⇝ genre: college au, theyre nearly roommates, sloooooooooow burn (will be multiple parts!) jake and reader are oblivious, im sorry they’re both very horny but too scared to do anything about it, reader is insecure, theyre both awkward, just give them a little time okay?

⇝ synopsis: two hopeless romantics and incredibly awkward people meet, neither knowing how the other feels.

⇝ warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mentions of insecurity/negative body image

wc: 5.4k

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4

the first time jake sees you, he knows he’s done for.

it feels like he might’ve come across you before - maybe he’s seen you around campus, maybe you share a class. but he can’t place the feeling.

it’s the second week of the second semester of your second year at university. you’re lugging a cardboard box up the stairs to your dorm room, puffing, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat.

jake’s just about to descend the stairs himself when he sees you.

you stop, catching your breath, cheeks red from exertion, looking up to see how much further you’ve got left.

“oh, hi,” you pant. jake’s standing there, one hand braced on the bannister like he can’t quite decide where to put it, some kind of vacant expression on his face.

you peer closer. “…hi?” you say again, more cautiously this time. you stand up straight. “i’m your new neighbour, i think. they messed up my dorm allocation and they put me in the boys’ building and the elevator broke—” you pause.

for jake, it’s like time has stopped. in fact, he hasn’t even heard your little rant. he’s too busy focusing on how bright your eyes are, how prettily your hair sits in your ponytail, how your voice rings out cheerfully in the empty stairwell.

yeah, he’s gone.

“oh, uh…yeah, hi,” he snaps himself out of the trance. “i’m jake, room 5B. you’re 5A? the room’s been empty for a while now, i was wondering when someone would move in,” he chuckles slightly.

your slightly faded smile immediately returns. “yep, i’m y/n! i’m nearly done here, i just,” you gesture helplessly to the box lying on the stair above, “have this last one to go.”

“do you need some help?” jake regrets the words almost as soon as they exit his mouth. he’s already late for his lecture, his friends have been clowning him about his grades for the past month and he really, really shouldn’t be offering.

“oh, no, it’s fine! i’m really fine. but i’ll see you around!” you lift the box up the last few steps, just to prove your point, jake mentally breathing a sigh of relief. he feels like an idiot, since you clearly had no trouble, but he feels a little proud too. does that count as a move?

“yeah, see you around,” he lifts his arm up awkwardly as you slot your key into the door.

that’s the first time jake really sees you.

in the next few weeks, jake realises you’re a very, very quiet neighbour. he had almost hoped you’d play loud music at night just so he had an excuse to bang on your door poetically at three o’clock in the morning. he’d almost wished you made obnoxiously obscene noises with whoever he assumed you brought home—he thinks, with a face like that, you couldn’t possibly be alone all the time.

he also realises that you’re painfully organised. on that first night, while taking out the trash, he noticed your colour coded and labelled move-in boxes, all neatly piled up in the recycling. that cancelled out his scenario of you having mixed up your laundry with his. preferably laundry of the undergarment variety.

in fact, jake barely sees you at all. in the mornings, as he’s dragging his half-asleep self to a lecture he’s already an hour late to, he’ll smell the remnants of your perfume drifting up the staircase. at night, maybe he’ll hear your door softly close, maybe he’ll occasionally see your worn crocs sitting outside the door.

but really, that’s it. to him, you’ve settled at the edges of his life without even knowing it.

until something shifts.

jake’s gaming one night, on call with his friends. he’s really supposed to be studying for his engineering midterms, but as usual, he’s procrastinating that. his friends aren’t talking about much, just being stupid, but then he hears your name.

“yo, let’s rank the girls in our stem foundations course,” sunghoon says. it’s already two am and clearly he’s not thinking straight. everyone joins in, nonetheless.

“what are we talking about here, personality, or looks?” heeseung asks.

“both, duh. i’ll go first. yunjin is objectively the hottest, but her personality is crap. hmm…isa is sweet, maybe a bit shy though.”

jay’s voice cuts through jake’s headset like a beacon. “what about y/n? she’s lowkey quiet though, not much to say. pretty average, if you ask me.”

the others all hum in agreement, continuing to slurp their ramyeon noisily in between moves.

jake, on the other hand, hates what jay said, and hates even more that he doesn’t know you well enough to prove him wrong.

his character dies in game and he quickly leaves the call, typing out a quick “finger slipped, gotta study now anyway.”

in reality, he’s busy plotting ways to get closer to you.

the next morning, you’re in your nine am lecture, stem foundations, ironically enough. you’ve picked your usual seat—in the middle, just to the right. it’s about halfway through the class, and you’re halfway through writing a sentence in your notes, when you feel someone drop down next to you.

“hi, mind if i sit?”

you start in surprise, dropping your pen on the desk with an embarrassingly loud clatter. jake is peering at you cheerfully, no trace of shame in his eyes for the mild scare he just caused you.

“oh, sure!” you pick up your pen quickly. “why are you so late, by the way?”

jake shrugs. “overslept.” but he’s mentally fist pumping the air as he watches you nod and turn back to your notes.

he can’t focus for the rest of the lecture. when you’re dismissed, you give him a quick wave as you link arms with a friend.

“see you around!” he sure hopes so.

in contrast to jake’s view of you, limited though it might be, you genuinely believe you’re as average as his friends think. if you had overheard that conversation, you probably wouldn’t even be hurt—you’d probably agree.

which is why you don’t notice the shift in jake’s behaviour, or your own, when he begins slipping between the cracks into your carefully constructed routine.

it’s a regular wednesday night, not late, maybe eight o’clock. you’ve just showered after finishing up your shift at a nearby cafe. you’re comfortable—why wouldn’t you be? you enjoy a party as much as the next girl, but midterms are coming up, it’s midweek, and you’re just so, so, tired. and you definitely didn’t expect to be seeing anyone anyway.

you’re in your favourite pyjamas, a cute matching set from brandy with little flowers on it, braless—you weren’t about to put one back on after the nightmare shift you just had. you’ve switched out your contacts for glasses since your eyes were getting dry, and your hair is still damp from the everything shower you just took.

life is good. except for the fact that you’ve been hunched over your desk for the better part of two hours now, attempting to study.

you’re just about to give up and make some ramen when you hear a knock at your door. you quickly throw on a hoodie, check your reflection and open the door to see jake. with two bags of popcorn in his hand and a very, very, sheepish grin on his face.

you immediately experience emotional whiplash in the span of approximately two milliseconds.

firstly, you’re shocked. you and jake have spoken maybe…three, four times? nothing more than polite smiles and half-greetings on the stairs, the occasional “sorry” if you bump into him going in or out of the laundry room. and when he sat next to you in the lecture last week. but that barely counts.

secondly, you’re mildly irritated. at him, for interrupting your imminent bedrotting—you definitely couldn’t have kept up studying for much longer—and at yourself. because completely unbeknownst to him, and sometimes even to you when you try to deny it that little bit harder, you are a hopeless romantic.

hopeless in the way that if a guy so much as looks your way, your ego immediately believes he’s in love with you. hopeless, in that you honestly believe no-one ever could love you. hopeless, in that you don’t even want to know how many romance tv shows or movies you’ve watched, how many smutty books you’ve read at three in the morning, or how many times you’ve compared your birth chart and MBTI to your favourite celebrities.

thirdly—and you’re grasping at straws here—you think this may be your entrance into romance.

you snap yourself out of your mental whirlwind and attempt to gracefully smile at jake. “what are you doing here?” you ask. though it’s pretty obvious.

jake holds up the bags of popcorn. “uh…movie night?” he doesn’t sound sure that’s what he’s here for. actually, he’s not even sure what possessed him to think of this. but he’s here now—may as well commit to the bit, right?

“i was just studying,” you turn back to your abandoned desk, “or trying to.” you grimace. “it wasn’t working very well, so,” you gesture at him to come in, “be my guest.”

jake steps through the doorway into your room, and he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. it’s identical to his, but it smells like a mix of your perfume and fresh laundry. a jasmine candle is burning in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room. your bed is neatly made with gingham linen, so unmistakably you that his heart is already beginning to stutter embarrassingly.

“nice place,” he nods approvingly.

you laugh. “jake, it’s exactly the same as your room. i haven’t even changed the layout,” you say. “so, movie night, right? honestly, you’re a lifesaver,” you sigh out, “i was going to bedrot alone, but it’s probably more fun with someone else.”

it’s a testament to jake’s willpower that he doesn’t bust in his pants right there and then like a teenager just from the way you say his name.

“did you pick something already?” you sit down on your bed and pat the space next to you. “come sit, there’s plenty of room.”

okay, you think, you may be coming on a little strong. in reality, you’re so nervous you think you’re about to have anxious diarrhoea.

“yeah, i mean, what genre do you like? i’ve got choices,” jake offers.

“anything is fine—oh!” you peer at the screen. “10 things i hate about you? i love that movie! let’s watch that.” you look at jake, who mentally checked out about thirty seconds ago when his back came into contact with your pillow.

he shakes himself out of his trance. “oh, uh, sure, yeah, sounds good.” he practically pushes the bag of popcorn into your hands in an attempt to distract himself from the way your shampoo smells. which is a little too good for his sanity at the present moment.

you press play on the movie and settle back against the pillow, shifting a little closer to jake without realising it.

twenty minutes in, jake thinks he’s about to lose his mind. he’s not watching, not really. he’s hyper aware of every brush of your thigh against his, of the warmth he can feel radiating off your body. he accidentally looks down and almost drools when he sees the way your shorts ride up every time you move slightly.

he’s so far gone it’s not funny. and he doesn’t even know your major, or name of your childhood pet, or your favourite colour.

little does he know, you’re just as far gone as he is.

the female ovulation is a powerful thing, and you’re pretty sure you just hit the peak. embarrassingly enough, at the ripe age of twenty, you’re still a virgin. not even just that—you’ve never even held hands with a guy. your friends can’t understand why. you’re decently extroverted, go out enough to parties to have the chance to hook up with someone, dress cute daily. but somehow, you’ve already managed to make it through two years of college celibacy, and you don’t see that changing anytime soon.

luckily, you’ll never be one of those girls who can’t get themselves to the end. you inwardly sigh, knowing you’ll have to take care of matters yourself once jake leaves. you’re not obscene about it—maybe once a week, twice if you’re stressed. but it’s necessary, right? no one could blame you for taking things into your own hands, if there wasn’t anyone to help.

you don’t even know jake. this is what your mind keeps screaming at you every five seconds. but when you glance down at his hands, your brain legitimately short circuits as you see them fidgeting. he’s so good looking you kind of want to scream. your traitorous, traitorous heart thinks maybe he might’ve come here because he likes you. but, your mind knows better. this is the pattern you predictably fall into, and you’re too scared to do anything about it anyway.

unfortunately, you believe that jake was probably just bored and needed someone to bother, and that someone happened to be you, out of convenience. nothing more.

by the time the movie ends, neither of you are watching anymore. actually, neither of you have been focusing for quite a while. at least not on the movie.

“can i get your number?” you blurt out as the credits roll. “i mean, this was fun, right? nice not to be alone all the time.”

jake’s heart kicks up again. he cannot believe that his extremely stupid idea to barge in on your peaceful weeknight has turned into something he never dreamed of. your number will be in his phone. “oh, sure,” he says. “here, put yours in.” he hands you his phone and you type your number in, sending him a quick “hi!” so he can save it.

you give him the phone back, standing up from your position on the bed. “we should do this again sometime!” you say, platonically. well, not really, but jake takes the (nervous) lightness in your tone as a very non-flirtatious way of saying “you can bother me again but you’ll never get into my pants.”

he pulls himself together, standing up as well and pulling your door open. “that would be nice,” he mumbles out. nice, jake, nice. he feels his cheeks reddening as you smile at him and nod, waving him goodbye.

you sigh and flop down on your bed as he leaves. you can still feel him in your room, the scent of his laundry detergent and something a little muskier underneath. you can still feel his warmth on your pillow.

you’re so, so gone for this man. but you shake yourself. friendship first, you think.

from then on, jake becomes a permanent feature in your life. turns out his best friend, heeseung, went to high school with one of your close friends. you were made aware of this information over coffee one morning, said friend chaewon practically half out of her chair with second hand excitement at your imminent romance. even if you didn’t know it yet, she had an inkling— “fate,” she called it, that you and jake would eventually cross that (to you) very defined line between friendship and something more interesting.

your friend group goes to shared movie nights with his friends, which inevitably end with you and jake leaving together to walk back to your respective dorm rooms. the administration still hasn’t fixed your room allocation, so you’re stuck next to him for the time being.

not that you mind it much.

it’s on these late-night walks that you find yourself being drawn to jake in a way that far surpasses your little infatuation with his hands. which you still have, by the way, but you’ve deepened your view of him now, thank you very much.

often, you play a silly game like truth or truth, since neither of you are game enough to do a dare, or twenty questions. with both of your tongues loosened by alcohol, you’re both a little bolder, more open with each other.

you learn that he only picked engineering because his parents thought it was the most sustainable thing to do. “i always wanted to be a music producer, you know, writing songs. but in this economy,” he shrugs, i didn’t exactly have a choice.”

you hum in sympathy. “have you written anything?” you’re genuinely interested. you’ve always loved music, both listening to it and making it, having played piano a little as a child.

he nods, but doesn’t offer anything. you’ve learnt that jake is a very private person, too. you don’t mind, though—you are too.

this is part of what he likes so much about you.

he learns that you’re scared of loneliness, failure and thunderstorms. your major is psychology, but you tend to know other people better than you know yourself.

you reveal, with great difficulty, that you can’t easily talk about your feelings. “i’m usually one to just bottle it up and try to move on,” you slur slightly one night. “why do you feel so easy to talk to?” you look up at him, blinking slowly.

he sighs. “i think we’re more similar than we look,” he says. “maybe we don’t need to say anything to understand each other.”

along with the movie nights, your friends go to clubs, where you and jake both awkwardly gawk at each other as unnoticeably as possible. the sight of your slight cleavage (which took a very good push-up bra to achieve) makes his mouth go dry. the sight of his forearms when he has his sleeves rolled up genuinely gives you goosebumps.

and neither of you have any inkling of what the other is feeling.

you meet up outside of your friend groups, too. it’s a natural shift, something that simply comes with spending enough time with each other that it feels like something normal and irreplaceable. most weeknights, you’re sprawled on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through tiktok, while he games with his friends. or he’s building lego on your floor while you attempt to study. usually, though, it ends up with him joining your scrolling session or you giving up entirely on your study, helping him with lego instead. you have a little collection, now, of lego flowers he bought, a car, and he has the tardis from doctor who on a shelf in his room.

one night, you’re on his bed, trying to finish watching a lecture you missed the other week, when your eyes begin to droop.

“jake,” you say, trying to get his attention, “don’t let me fall asleep. i really have to finish this…” you trail off as you notice how absorbed he is in his game. “jake!’ you kick his chair.

“what?” he tugs his headset down. “bro, just sleep, it’s so late. i’ll be off in five anyway.”

you fall asleep on his bed for the first time that night. when jake ends the call with his friends, he sees you curled up, your back to him. it’s around one in the morning. he doesn’t know the code to your room—or maybe he does, and his brain is just conveniently forgetting it in this moment. scrubbing a hand over his face, he goes to brush his teeth and wash his face.

when he comes back, you’ve moved. your whole body is now under his blankets, taking up the entire bed. he considers waking you up, but he’s had the displeasure of interacting with you in the morning before a nine o’clock lecture, and he doesn’t want to experience that. preferably ever again.

jake sighs. you’re just friends. friends can sleep in the same bed, right? he knows you don’t feel the same. it’s completely platonic, whatever is going on between the two of you, so he puts his reservations aside (not that there were many, he’s just trying to be respectful) and climbs in next to you.

two hours later, jake can’t sleep. you’ve slung your arm around his chest and you’ve got your head buried in the crook of his neck, fast asleep. he recalls seeing a few too many pillows on your bed and realises you’re probably used to hugging something in your sleep. but why did it have to be him? you’re so warm, he can smell your shampoo as your hair tickles his nose, and the soft rise and fall of your chest against his is making him embarrassingly hard.

one sheep, two sheep, he counts, focusing hard. he tries to celebrate the fact that he has you in his bed! although for all the wrong reasons.

eventually. he drifts off, arms coming up unconsciously to hug you back.

you wake up first, as usual. on sleepovers as a kid, you’d always lie awake for hours before your friends got up. you’re a very picky sleeper. you can’t nap, can’t even fall asleep on a car or a plane. you have to be in your own bed, alone, in complete darkness.

so how on earth, you think, did you manage to fall asleep on jake sim’s bed? he’s still asleep, evenly breathing. and so, so pretty in the morning light. heat rushes to your face as you register how close the two of you are. your legs are tangled, your arms are around each other’s waists, and you’re lying on his shoulder. having drooled onto his collarbone slightly.

you have never been this close to a guy in your life. and it scares you how safe you must’ve felt in his presence to sleep so well.

a few minutes later, jake’s eyes crack open a little bit. you abruptly tear your gaze away from his face, but he’s awake, and he feels your heart pick up against his side. “hi,” he says, voice rough from sleep.

you clear your throat. “hi,” you say back, looking up at him. “sorry, i did not mean to fall asleep here. you should’ve woken me up!”

jake laughs and extricates himself from your hold. “nah, i didn’t think it was worth how angry you’d be if i did. plus, we were pretty comfy, weren’t we?” he sounds smooth, but his heart is hammering. he thinks he might have to put this at the top of his list of ‘best experiences’ so far.

he swings his legs over the side of the bed. “you want breakfast? i have…” he goes to the cupboard, “cocoa pops and cornflakes.” he holds then up proudly.

“cocoa pops please!” you say as your bladder makes itself known. “i gotta pee though, be right back.” you head to the bathroom, heart pounding almost as fast as jake’s.

when you come back, he’s got two bowls of cocoa pops sitting on his desk. the curtains are open, and the sun is hitting his face at an angle that makes him look like he came straight out of a disney movie. you’re suddenly aware of how unkempt you must look. your hair is messy, there’s definitely dried sleep in your eyes, and your breath definitely smells like a sewer. but you sit down on his bed anyway.

“you’ve got a free day today, right?” jake asks as you shovel cereal into your mouth.

“yeah, nothing on today,” you shrug. “why?”

jake looks momentarily startled, like he didn’t expect you to say that. “oh, it’s just, there’s the campus football game today, and i was wondering if you wanted to come? i mean, you don’t have to, you’ve probably got stuff to do, but i just thought—”

“you’re playing, aren’t you?” you cut him off, a growing smile on your face.

“yeah, i—”

“heeseung told me you were in this one! i’ll come, i’ve really got nothing better to do. what time is it at? do you have a spare jersey? i’ll wear it if you want!” you know you sound much too excited for just a soccer game, but you don’t care. you genuinely like jake as a friend, and the secret other option that you’re still denying, so you want to support him.

jake looks extremely shocked. “you’ll…come watch? you’ll wear my jersey?” his voices pitches higher as it rises in incredulity.

“yeah, is that a problem? i mean, it’s not just a romantic thing, right?” you feel your cheeks warming as you almost touch on that forbidden subject that you keep on denying.

“no, i mean, sure, i’ll give it to you now, if you want,” jake gets up and fishes the jersey out of his wardrobe. “it’s decently clean, i think, here,” he says, giving it to you. “the game’s at eleven, do you…want to get lunch after?”

you laugh, a teasing edge making its way into your voice as you say, “wow, breakfast and lunch together? sounds like you can’t get enough of my amazing company, jakey.”

jake’s brain promptly short circuits. jakey? really?

you’re unfazed. “i’m just kidding. it’s fun hanging out with you,” you say, nudging him lightly on the arm. “it’s also already eight am,” you sigh. “i’m going back to my room, so i’ll see you later! thanks for the breakfast, and the bed, and your human pillow services, and—” you stop yourself before you ramble on any more. jake looks faintly amused, which only embarrasses you all the more.

“no problem, pillow princess,” he says before he can stop himself. your face rapidly undergoes about five different facial expressions before it decides to settle on a mixture of surprised and incredulous, lips twitching like you really want to smile but need to control yourself as much as possible.

“okay…? i’m gonna go now, jake. i’ll see you at the game,” you say firmly, reining in your laugh, as you leave his room.

jake wants to punch himself in the face. what on earth possessed him to say that? not only has he just discovered you definitely don’t like him romantically, he just said something filled with so much innuendo he thinks he might cry.

later on that day, you’re stupidly nervous about going to jake’s game. it shouldn’t be a big deal—you’ve been friends for nearly three months, sharing food, memes at two in the morning, deep (ish) conversations, and now a bed.

but you can’t stop overanalysing yourself. you’ve put on jake’s jersey. it hangs slightly too big on you, but not dwarfing you like you think it should. you’re not that much shorter than jake anyway, maybe ten centimetres maximum. though you think he might be lying about his height anyway, which would make it less.

you pick at a loose thread as you stand in front of the mirror. you’d put on some light makeup and styled your bangs, but you feel like a pig in lipstick. in this lighting, it feels like you can see every pore on your nose, every crease in your concealer, every tiny clump of mascara. you sigh, leaning forward to clean up the edges of your lip gloss.

it’s stupid, and very irritating, how insecure you’ve always been. it’s not like you really had too much to be insecure about according to society’s standards. but, you see what feels like hundreds of things to nitpick anyway. your hair reacts badly to humidity, gets oily too quickly.

your teeth aren’t quite white enough for your liking, your tits are too small, you get a million ingrown hairs every time you try to shave. the skin tone in your underarms is so uneven you try to avoid lifting your arms up at all. you feel like you’re both too skinny and too chubby at the same time, not curvy in the right places.

sometimes you think you analyse your face so much you don’t even know what you look like anymore.

you tug at jake’s jersey one more time, trying to make it sit a little better. it doesn’t work. with a final check in the mirror, you head out of your room down to the football field.

the football field is thrumming already. loud music plays from an unseen speaker. you search for chaewon in the crowd—she’s here to watch heeseung, of course. you spot her and walk over.

“chaewon!” you say, greeting her. “i have so much to tell you, oh my goodness. you’ll never believe what ha—”

“did you fuck?” she asks, to the point.

“what—no?” you exclaim in disbelief. “i—chaewon, if that had happened, i would’ve facetimed you straight after to give you the details. no, i just fell asleep in jake’s bed.”

chaewon looks unimpressed. “and now you’re wearing his jersey. to his soccer game. that’s fucking-adjacent,” she shrugs. “do tell me when you both stop denying what’s right in front of you.”

it’s your turn to look unimpressed. “chae, we’re just friends. yes, he’s attractive, but we both know i fall too fast. i’m trying very hard to not let that happen this time.” you turn your eyes back to the field.

the players jog out, the whistle blows. it’s a blur of footwork and yelling to you. you’ve never been too interested in sports, you watch the olympics when they’re on, but that’s about it. but now you’ve never been so fascinated in your life.

jake moves with an ease that you’ve never seen before. with you, he’s comfortable, but there always seems to be a slight restraint, hesitance about him.

here, he’s in control. he moves fast, passing the ball to others, knowing when to keep it to himself. he’s a good team player, you think.

you watch him ease the ball down the field, getting closer to the goal. the cheers from the crowd intensify, and you feel yourself hover slightly out of your seat, fists clenched in anticipation.

he scores. the audience goes wild. his teammates jump on him, hugging him, ruffling his hair. but then he breaks apart from them.

and finds you in the crowd. you meet his eyes, giving him a big thumbs up and grinning from ear to ear. “go jakey!” he sees you mouthing.

contrary to what you think of yourself, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight.

to him, the flyaways and frizz in your hair only make you look better. your eyes are so bright, curving into crescents as you smile. unlike you, he’s not thinking about the shade of your teeth, or the bump in your nose, or the way your ears stick out a little bit from your head.

to him, you’re dazzling. you look so genuinely happy for him, it’s like time has stopped. he doesn’t even care if he never scores another goal, if he gets to witness this moment over and over again.

disregarding his teammates, he pushes his way into the fourth row, where you’re sitting with chaewon.

“hey,” he pants. “do you have any water?”

“do you have any water?” you mock in a fake-nonchalant tone. “jake, you were amazing! i saw you score, oh my god, i had no idea you could play like that!” you hand him your water bottle. “here, you look like you need it,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

in truth, he looks disgustingly good right now. you didn’t think that he could look any better than he already did, but turns out sweat just adds something. your thighs clench together involuntarily as he takes a long swig from your water bottle, exposing every movement of his adam’s apple as he tilts his head back.

chaewon nudges you. “girl, stop staring. you’re practically drooling,” she whispers.

you shake yourself out of your stupor. “so, lunch, right? you have to clean up first, though, right…” you trail off, your mind having conjured up a very unhelpful image of jake in the shower.

“uh, yeah, just give me ten. meet at the front? i know a place we can go to.” jake hands you back your water bottle and walks over to his teammates, who are already heading to the locker room.

you are so down bad for this man you think you might actually lose the plot.

and jake thinks he might be one glimpse of your thighs away from a brain aneurysm.

and neither of you have a clue.

jongst4r

mask on (p. sunghoon)

sunghoon grants his girlfriend’s wish by buying a mask

pairing: dom!sunghoon x sub!fem!reader || wc: 1.6k || cw: smut! kissing, making out, roleplay, masked sex, rough sex, fingering (with a glove on), oral, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light choking, marking, dirty talk, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: this one is filthy as fuck i’m so sorry (i’m not)

you told sunghoon it was just a silly fantasy.

a passing comment during a late-night conversation weeks ago — how you thought ghostface was hot in a dangerous, strange kind of way. you laughed it off right after, calling yourself ridiculous. but sunghoon didn’t forget.

he never forgets anything when it comes to you. especially if it involves his girlfriend being turned on.

nucelestial

Return To Owner ૮ • ﻌ - ა S.JY

pairing ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 loser!jake x f!reader (ft. sunghoon and anton from riize)

length: 9.4k

warnings: sub!jake x dom!reader, mommy kink, puppy play..ish, collars, virginity loss (not rlly), my first attempt at smut be nice, praise, teasing, cunnilingus, hair pulling, sunghoon's a bad friend, weed mentions, not properly edited

Jake's had a crush on you since forever. He's been loyal, why don't you throw a dog a bone?

listened to 🐾♡₊ ⊹ same la by tiffany day, music by underscores, apple cider by beabadoobee

a/n this is rewritten from a genderbent wish fic that i wrote on ao3 under the username haum ;)

hoonalt

SIMP SIM ~𓍢s.jy˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

> Just loser jake being a certified dumbass for his stupidly hot gf!

> bf!심재윤 × f!reader˖ ࣪ . 🦮 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

>smut, pwop, p in v,subby loser jake, he gets nervous and starts yapping about random dog facts or soccer stats, kinda pathetic but hot, oral (m), jake’s a simp deluxe edition

>A/N:back to my roots,loser enha, MDNI

Who would've thought you'll end up with him .Like, Jake Sim? That Jake? The guy who still says “deeznuts” unironically when he tries to joke around, who trips over his own feet in the cafeteria because he’s too busy staring at his phone watching compilations of golden retrievers, who once spent twenty minutes explaining to you why pineapple on pizza is elite while you were literally trying to make out with him.

And yet here you are, in his tiny off campus apartment that smells like vanilla air freshener and boy sweat, straddling his lap while he looks up at you like you hung the damn moon.

His hands are on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. He’s already flushed, cheeks pink, lips parted, messy brown hair sticking to his forehead. Pathetic in the best way.

“Baby… you sure you wanna do this?” he mumbles, voice cracking a little. “I mean I just got done with practice and I probably smell like grass and..”

twocupsofsuga

pretty wet petals 🥀˚₊‧꒰ა🍒໒꒱🌹‧₊˚

jake's brain chemistry gets altered after he sees you covered in rose petals as you take a bubble bath with him.

w.c: 5.9k

themes: WARNING: smut, nakedness, p in v, grinding, cursing, gf!reader, bubble baths, jake gets aroused seeing you wet and is obsessed with your chest, breast sucking, reader being a tease, kinda dom!jake putting you in your place, this is my first smut idk how to tag this sobs

author's note: i wrote this fic a while ago but this is the revised and edited version & i decided to just repost it. this is a gift for my girl @simjakedly cuz i love her sm (everyone plz plz plz check out her works they're SO good). hope u like itttt nanda thanks for being my #1 on tumblr these past few months have meant a lot <3 (more notes at the end) (masterlist)

sim jaeyun has a problem.

at least he thinks he does. he's definitely gonna have to search this up online somewhere to check if this was normal or not.

his eyes travel up and down your neck that's in full view with your hair tied up, across your shoulders, and the cleavage and swell of your chest as far as his eyes could travel on, before being obscured by the soapy suds from the bubble bath you had forced him to take with you.

but it wasn't seeing you wet from the bath and covered in suds across from him that got to him.

well, that too. but what got him really twitching underneath the water... was seeing the rose petals that he had gotten you for date scattered across the water and resting allll over your skin, some big some small, marking you like moles that he just wanted to kiss over and over again.

you raised an eyebrow at him. your boyfriend had been quiet for a while, just staring intently at you with that look for a while, the look he gets when he doesn't know what to do with himself when you look so delicious and warm for him (which honestly, was all the time for jake).

you gave him a small smirk. "you ok over there?" you called out teasingly.

that seemed to snap the man momentarily out of his thoughts. the boy blinked, eyes travelling up from the rose petals and suds around your neck, coming up to meet your eyes.

ensomniiac

pairing: olderbf!sunghoon x younger!reader

context: sunghoon introduces you to his med school friends because he thinks you’d enjoy it, but you have a bad time with them because one of his female peers clearly doesn’t like you and makes it obvious. Also, sunghoon *kinda* letting you get it off your chest in private.

includes: age gap, established relationship, med student!sunghoon, undergrad!reader, use of “baby”,

rant: I couldn’t decide if I wanted Sunghoon to be a law student or a med student, but he gave major wants-to-specialize-in-neurology vibes. The ending feels too rushed for something kinda long 😅

more olderbf!sunghoon

♱⋆ཐི˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱𓆩^._.^𓆪♱⋆ཐི˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱

It’s a little late when Sunghoon realizes how quiet you are and has to look over to find you with your head pretty low.

None of his friends seem to notice because they’re too busy with their own conversation or their drinks, so he uses the opportunity to talk to you more privately.

“Tired?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss into your temple as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

Everything seems to happen at once, so you lag behind on an answer that sounds convincing.

“Yeah…I am…” you lie, finally picking your head up to meet someone’s gaze.

But instead of finding his first, you find the eyes of the exact person who’s making you feel out of place.

She’s a newer friend of his, goes to the same school, and is obviously in the same program, but more importantly, she’s a little too invested in what you and sunghoon are doing.

You can tell she probably didn’t know about you and Sunghoon.

It’s probably why she makes the oddest comments about you and your age or shoots daggers at you when no one else is looking at her.

But instead of thinking about how childish she acts at an age you’d kill to be, her behavior is working to make you uncomfortable in a place you’ve never felt 100% in.

And either because he’s a man, or because he’s secure in his relationship, Sunghoon doesn’t notice.

Doesn’t notice how she’s making you feel.

Doesn’t notice how sweet she is to him compared to the other male classmates they have.

“Just a little longer now, I want to make sure I pay our half.” Sunghoon explains, keeping his arm around you as he rubs your shoulder gently.

And then he turns back to his friends, who are now discussing their summer volunteer plans and want his own.

You’re left to entertain yourself again with the charm on your phone because it died not too long ago and you have absolutely nothing else to do.

That “little longer” takes nearly an hour to come, and there’s an extra 15 minutes spent on deciding how the bill will be split.

You’re already over the entire thing, but then she speaks up again and directs most of her words to Sunghoon and not their entire group.

“I’m so embarrassed…I forgot my wallet.” She says, hands coming up to cover her cheeks in shock for a moment before she reaches for her phone.

As if it didn’t annoy you that everyone at the table had already been stingy about their halves of the bill, it irritated you more that no one could help cover her and simply ask her to pay them back another time.

And then your boyfriend—your kind, ignorant, borderline blind boyfriend—couldn’t sit and watch as the group awkwardly sat and waited.

He had to do something.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it.” Sunghoon assured, holding his hand out for her to give him the little paper she’d written down her things on.

“Really? I’ll pay you back, I promise.” She said, but she handed her paper too quickly and too enthusiastically for it not to have been deliberate.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a few drinks.” Sunghoon assured, mentally adding her total to yours and his.

Even then, he rounded up and ended up paying the most since he was technically paying for three people.

At least it meant she couldn’t stay longer; with everyone’s halves paid, there was no reason to.

You felt drained, both socially and physically, something he began to notice when you didn’t care for his little jokes as he opened your door for you.

But he waits until the car starts moving before bringing it up at all.

“So…what did you think?” He asks, reaching over for your hand.

“Hmm? About what?” You ask, more distant than anything else.

Sunghoon has to look at you twice; you’ve always been eager to get ahead, so it’s surprising that you didn’t enjoy talking and interacting with his med school friends.

“Nothing…uh…” he trails, trying to stall as he decides if he should push.

“Did I do something?” He asked, taking the chance to look at you properly at a red light.

You know he’s looking, that’s why you don’t turn.

The last thing you need is to see that adorable look he gets when he’s trying to figure something out while you’re trying to be upset.

“No,” you say, but it comes out too quickly, a little devoid of your usual tone.

The light turns green, and he has no option but to turn away to start moving again.

He leaves it here for now so he can focus on getting you both home; and he holds your hand the entire way to try and subtly soften you up by the time you do.

It doesn’t do much in his favor; you’re still quiet and keeping to yourself up until you’re lying in bed beside him.

In the time it took for you both to make your way up the building, get ready for bed, and actually get into bed, you’ve looked at him maybe twice?

And no matter how hard he tries to think about it, he can’t remember anything that went wrong at the restaurant.

It takes you to bring something up for him to even consider it a possibility.

“The girl you paid for, how well do you know her?” You ask, and he can tell you’d previously been holding yourself back from asking the way you turn to face him suddenly with this.

“We met during orientation, but I didn’t start talking to her until recently. Why?” He says, giving you everything you want to know so you can’t say he’s hiding anything from you.

“No reason.” You say, an attempt to turn your back on him again is made, but you’re held in place by just one of his arms.

“Nope. We’re not doing that.” He says firmly, but not rudely.

“I didn’t think it would bother you that I did that.” He begins, and when you sigh and close your eyes for a moment, he thinks he guessed correctly.

“I would have done that for anyone.” He adds.

Part of you wants the reassurance, the other doesn’t want to lie and make him feel like this is on him; so you decide to tell him the truth.

“That’s not why I’m upset.” You admit, not wanting to look at him directly when you go into detail.

“She kept making comments about me all night…didn’t you hear her?” You ask, looking up for a moment.

“All I remember is her calling you cute…is that so bad? You are adorable…” he says, one hand playing with the ends of your hair.

“When you told her I also wanted to go to med school, she laughed and said I wouldn’t survive.” You reminded him.

Sunghoon wants to laugh because he sees it as you taking a comment too seriously, but he doesn’t want to make you feel like you can’t tell him these things.

“People do that, isn’t it a trait of all doctors that they’re all pretentious?” He says, trying to lighten the mood, and he can see how that was the wrong approach almost immediately.

“If I list everything she said that I didn’t like, are you just going to continue making excuses for her?” You ask, nudging him gently so he’d scoot away from you.

“No, I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, giving you your space but holding his hand out so you’ll take it.

And when you do, he brings it up to place kisses on your knuckles.

“And I’m sorry you had such a bad time. If I had known, we would have left early.” He continues, kissing up your arm when he sees how the first few kisses did much to get you back.

“I can make it up to you…do you want that?” He asks, the gap between you closed again as the trail he made led him to your shoulder and then your neck.

“You’re just trying to make me overlook the fact that you had no idea why I was upset…” you say, your voice softer because of how this affects you.

“A lot can be true at once, baby…” he says, voice slightly muffled as he settles between your legs and on top of you.

“Stop calling me that…”

“Mmm…you’ll like that I call you that in a bit”

bimbobarbie4life

jake x reader

hands… finger sucking. and fingering

jakes hands ade soooo freaking hot i wanna suck on them. :ppp

Closed Mouths (Cunts) Don't Get Fed - Sim Jaeyun

~~It's hard to follow Jake's directions when he's physically tormenting your body against what it's programmed to do. But his hands will mold you to conform to his words.~~

wc: 1.1k

content: vaginal fingering, finger sucking, overstimulation, squirting, mirror sex

“Stop moving, Baby,” Jake exhales against your ear, pushing another finger inside your slick entrance. “How am I supposed to make you come if you don’t stop squirming?”

You wanted to stay still, but that was easier said than done when Jake had your legs spread wide open in front of a mirror, forcing you to look at yourself as he played with you.

He pressed his fingers down on your tongue. Saliva coated his digits before rolling down his wrist and your chin. You moan around the intrusion, letting his fingers stroke your tongue while his other hand toys with your cunt.

“Keep your eyes open,” he says when he notices your eyes fluttering shut.

You moan in frustration, forcing your eyes to stay at least cracked. Looking at your reflection, you can see his digits pumping in and out of you. You can see your glistening arousal. It was slathered on his fingers and clinging to your cunt. Wet sounds punctured the air when he pulled his hand out and rapidly rubbed your pussy. A high-pitched noise resulted first, then you attempted to clench your legs shut, but in doing so, you trapped his hand and stopped all movement.

“Open them,” he ordered.

Whining, you look at the reflection of where he sits behind you. He’s patiently watching you. He’s not going anywhere. He solidifies that by applying pressure with his trapped hand. You’re wet and throbbing, and you want him to keep touching you, but this was embarrassing.

“Open them or I stop.” He creates an ultimatum when you take too long to comply.

Sucking in small pockets of air, you spread your shaking thighs for him. His continuation is immediate. He gives you one quick slap to your cunt first, punishing you for trying to close him out in the first place. On reflex, your legs almost snap shut again, but you will them open and let him go back to his rapid rubbing. He releases a pleased sound at your show of submission, then he focuses his attention on your clit. He flicks his hand back and forth over the area, watching your body draw up as he abuses your sensitive clit.

“Keep 'em open,” he reminds you, while staring at your reflection, watching your slick coat everything, from your clit to your mound to your ass, even your inner thighs. He smears your mess around, the slick substance reaching everywhere his hand graces.

“That’s good,” he mutters, “Just like that.”

jaehyp

𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖨𝖳 ─ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗃𝗒.

!! pairing: jake sim x fem. reader

!! synopsis: you get jealous watching jake sweet talk his fans on live. he thinks you're mad at him, but then he realizes the truth, you want him to talk you through it. so he does.

!! warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom jake, sub reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), lots of jake sweet talking, lowkey js smut icl

!! wc: 3k

!! a/n: i physically cannot get this live out of my head i lit wrote this at midnight in like 2 hours with talk u through it by kwn blasting in my ears.

You knew it was stupid before you even felt it.

Jake was on live like he always was, like he loved to be leaning back in his chair with that lazy, pretty smile that made thousands of fans lose their minds in the chat. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. Glasses falling low on his nose causing him to keep pushing it back with one hand while he read comments out loud in that low, warm voice.

"Is the music too loud? You gotta tell me, you gotta communicate."

"Uh huh uh huh, you funny."

"How do you say it? you gotta tell me."

"It's gonna be a good tour so I want everybody here to come."

Your jaw clenched.

tinisgarden

mommy ²— s.jy (Enhypen k!nk Series)

part 2 to mommy — s.jy!

pairing: sub!jake x f!reader

synopsis: after the most amazing riding session of his life, your cute boyfriend feels a little embarrassed about the new kink he discovered, but you’re very eager to show him that he can call you mommy whenever he wants to.

content warnings: tiniest bit of fluff in the beginning, explicit!language, explicit!content, smut, established relationship, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), face sitting, boob-obsessed Jake., unprotected sex (not recommended).

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