❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you and your friend harua are both inexperienced. so why not practice with each other?
•⠀ masterlist 𓋰 💬 1,375 wc ─── ᛫ ハルア x fem!r . inexperienced!harua, inexperienced!reader, kissing, making out, dry humping, cumming in pants. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you were both sitting on harua’s bed, legs crossed, facing each other. the late afternoon light filtered through his curtains, soft and golden, making the moment feel even more private. his room smelled like the faint citrus of his shampoo and the clean cotton of his sheets. you’d been friends for months—close enough to tease each other, close enough that the silence never felt awkward. but today the air felt heavier.
you’d brought it up first, voice small and a little embarrassed.
“i’ve never… kissed anyone before,” you admitted, picking at a loose thread on his blanket. “i keep thinking about it. what if i’m bad at it when it actually matters?”
harua’s ears went pink immediately. he ducked his head, the soft dark strands of his hair falling over his forehead. “me neither,” he confessed quietly. “i think about it too. a lot. but i get nervous just imagining it.”
a beat of silence. then you looked up at him through your lashes.
“…do you want to practice? with me?”
his eyes widened. for a second you thought he might laugh it off, but he didn’t. he swallowed, throat bobbing, and nodded once, shy but sincere.
“okay,” he whispered. “if it’s with you… i want to.”
you both scooted closer until your knees touched. your heart was hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it. harua’s hands hovered uncertainly in the air before he gently rested them on your upper arms, like he was afraid you might vanish.
“close your eyes?” he asked softly.
you did.
the first kiss was barely a kiss at all—just the soft press of his lips against yours, warm and a little dry from nerves. you both pulled back at the same time, eyes fluttering open, and a nervous giggle escaped you.
“that was… nice,” you breathed.
harua’s smile was small and crooked. “yeah. can we try again?”
this time you leaned in together. the second kiss lingered. his lips were softer than you expected, plush and careful. you tilted your head the way you’d seen in dramas, and suddenly the angle was better—mouths slotting together more naturally. a tiny spark of heat flickered low in your stomach.
harua made a quiet sound against your mouth, almost surprised. his fingers tightened on your arms.
you parted your lips without thinking. he followed, shyly at first, then deeper. the first brush of his tongue against yours sent a shiver straight down your spine. it was clumsy—teeth bumped once, noses brushed—but neither of you pulled away. instead you both chased the feeling, learning as you went. wet, warm, a little messy. addictive.
your hands found their way to his shoulders, then slid up to cup the back of his neck. his skin was fever-warm. harua’s breathing had gone shaky. he kissed you again, hungrier this time, and you felt yourself being gently pulled forward until you were half in his lap, knees bracketing his thighs.
“is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it.
you nodded, dizzy. “yeah. don’t stop.”
the kisses turned desperate faster than either of you expected. what started as careful practice melted into something needy and uncoordinated. tongues slid together, lips sucking softly, little gasps and whimpers filling the quiet room. harua’s hands moved to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto. you rocked forward without meaning to, and suddenly you felt it—the hard, hot line of him pressing up against you through his sweatpants.
a tiny, shocked moan left your throat.
harua froze for half a second, then made a broken sound of his own and pulled you closer. his hips twitched up instinctively, and the friction against your clothed clit sent sparks bursting behind your eyes.
“oh—” you gasped.
“sorry— i didn’t—” he started, but you shook your head and rolled your hips again, chasing that spark.
“don’t be sorry. it… it feels nice.”
that was all it took.
what had been slow, exploratory kissing turned frantic. you straddled him properly, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. harua’s hands slid under the hem of your shirt, palms hot against the bare skin of your waist as he kissed you like he was starving. your mouths moved messily now—open, wet, tongues tangling, teeth grazing. neither of you knew the right way to do any of it, but it didn’t matter. every clumsy grind of your hips sent pleasure licking up your spine.
you could feel how hard he was, thick and throbbing against the thin layers between you. every time you rocked down, the head of his cock dragged right against your clit through your panties and his sweatpants. the pressure built so fast it almost scared you. your panties were already soaked, the fabric clinging to you, and each desperate little roll of your hips made the wet spot deepen and spread.
harua was panting into your mouth, little broken whines escaping every time you ground down harder. his hips started meeting yours in shaky, eager thrusts—bunny-like, he didn’t know what he was doing either. he just knew it felt incredible. the bed creaked softly beneath you both.
“feels— ah—so good,” he breathed against your jaw, voice trembling. “you’re so warm… i can’t—”
you didn’t answer with words. you just kissed him harder, sucking on his tongue while your hips moved faster, more frantically. the friction was perfect and not enough all at once. your clit throbbed every time you dragged it over the rigid line of him. you could feel him twitching, could feel the way his thighs tensed under you.
harua’s hands slid down to grip your ass through your shorts, pulling you down harder against him. the new angle made you see stars. you moaned loudly into his mouth and he swallowed the sound greedily, kissing you like he wanted to crawl inside your skin.
neither of you lasted long.
it hit you first—a sudden, overwhelming wave that crashed over you without warning. your whole body locked up, thighs shaking around his hips as the pleasure peaked sharp and bright. you came with a choked cry, grinding down hard and messy as your panties flooded with warmth. the orgasm rolled through you in long, pulsing waves, leaving you trembling and oversensitive.
the feeling of you coming apart on top of him pushed harua over the edge right after. he buried his face in your neck with a broken moan, hips jerking up in short, desperate thrusts. you felt the hot, wet pulse of him through the layers—his cock twitching hard as he came in his sweatpants, soaking the fabric between you. his whole body shuddered beneath you, arms wrapping tight around your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear.
for a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the quiet creak of the bed as you both trembled through the aftershocks.
slowly, the frantic energy drained away. you stayed in his lap, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other’s air. harua’s hands were still under your shirt, stroking gentle circles on your back now. your panties were sticky and wet, and you could feel the damp patch on his sweatpants where he’d finished. neither of you moved to fix it.
harua was the first to speak, voice hoarse and shy.
“…wow.”
you let out a weak, breathless laugh, nuzzling your nose against his. “yeah. wow.”
he pulled back just enough to look at you. his lips were kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed dark, hair messy. there was a dazed, almost awed look in his eyes.
“i didn’t know it could feel like that,” he admitted quietly. “i didn’t even know what i was doing. i just… didn’t want to stop.”
“me neither.” you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip. “it felt really good. even if we were kind of bad at it.”
harua smiled, small and sweet and a little embarrassed. “we can… practice more? if you want.”
your heart did a little flip. you leaned in and kissed him again—soft this time, slow and lingering, tasting the leftover heat between you.
“yeah,” you whispered against his mouth. “i want to.”
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: this was so fun to write,, it came from an ask i got awhile ago n i just got the time to write a few older asks n fell in love w this idea ,, i was even thinking that i could even make this into a small series where rua n reader try out different things (dry humping without clothes in the way, handjob, fingering, giving oral, eventual sex)
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ⏤ “A fake relationship turns into a real one.”
📽️ ֹ ͏ martin x f!reader’ ➜ friends to lovers ⊹ wc . 1k+ ⠀⌣⌣⠀fluff, crack, skinship, kissing, attempted humor, angst if u squint.
When Martin asked you to meet him behind the gym after school, you assumed one of three things was about to happen.
One: he needed help with homework because he definitely procrastinated again.
Two: his bimbo friends had dared him to do something stupid.
Three: he was about to complain about some pointless things for an absurd amount of time for no reason at all.
You were not prepared for option four.
“Okay, so—hypothetically,” Martin started, pacing like he was about to confess to a crime, “if someone needed a pretend girlfriend. Like. Temporarily.”
You blinked once.
Twice.
“…Hypothetically for who?” you asked.
“For me.”
Your brain short-circuited so hard it almost hurt.
Behind him, the sun dipped low, lighting his stupid face in that soft golden way that made your chest ache on instinct. You’d known Martin since middle school. You knew the mole on his cheek, the way he chewed his lip when nervous, the way he hugged people like he was scared they’d disappear if he let go too soon.
You also knew you were terribly in love with him.
And he was asking you to be his pretend girlfriend.
“For what reason,” you said carefully, “would you need that?”
He stopped pacing. Scratched the back of his neck. Groaned.
“My ex won’t let it go,” he said. “She keeps saying we’re ‘meant to find our way back’ and it’s starting to freak me out. Seonghyeon said if I showed up with someone else, she’d finally move on.”
Seonghyeon. Of course.
“And you chose me,” you said flatly.
“Well, yeah,” he replied immediately, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re my best friend. It’d be weird with anyone else.”
Weird.
Right.
Your heart did a very unhelpful thing and squeezed painfully in your chest.
“And,” he added, grinning, “you won’t catch feelings or anything. You’re chill.”
Oh. Fuck you, Martin.
You laughed instead, because if you didn’t, you might actually combust. “Wow. I love being emotionally safe and unthreatening.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “I just—look, please? I’ll owe you. Like, forever.”
You should have said no.
You really, really should have.
But then he stepped closer, hands clasped together like he was praying, eyes big and hopeful in that annoying way that always worked on you.
“…Fine,” you sighed. “But if this ruins my life, I’m haunting you.”
He lit up instantly and threw his arms around you.
Not a casual hug. Not a friendly pat.
A full-on, squeeze-you-like-a-human-stress-ball hug.
You froze for exactly half a second before melting into him, your face pressed into his hoodie, his stupidly familiar scent wrapping around you.
“Holy shit, you’re the best,” he said into your hair. “I knew I could count on you.”
Yeah. You always could.
By Monday, everyone knew.
Martin had an arm slung around your shoulders in the hallway like he’d been doing it his entire life, pulling you close whenever his ex walked by, grinning like an idiot.
“Babe,” he said loudly, “are you coming over later?”
You choked. “I—what?”
He leaned in, whispering, “Sell it.”
“Oh. Right,” you said, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Babe.”
You hoped your friends couldn’t hear how fake that sounded.
They absolutely could.
At lunch, you sat with them, who stared at Martin like he was a poorly written plot twist.
“So,” one of them said slowly, “you and Martin.”
“Yep,” you said. “Us. Together. Totally.”
Martin dropped into the seat beside you, immediately resting his head on your shoulder.
Your entire body went rigid.
“This is my girlfriend,” he announced proudly. “She’s hot and funny and way out of my league.”
You stared at him.
“Wow,” you said. “Setting expectations low, huh?”
He laughed and bumped his forehead against yours. “Relax, you’re doing great.”
He did not move away.
Your heart was trying to claw its way out of your ribcage.
Your friends exchanged looks. Concerned. Amused. But mostly Suspicious.
“Does he have to do…that?” Minju asked.
You smiled weakly. “He’s very…hands-on.”
Martin, oblivious menace that he was, tightened his arm around your waist.
The thing was, Martin was too good at this.
Holding your hand. Hugging you from behind. Kissing your cheek without hesitation. Pulling you into his lap during movie night like it was nothing.
“Dude,” james said one afternoon, watching Martin absentmindedly play with your fingers, “you sure this is fake?”
“Yeah,” Martin said easily. “Why?”
Keonho snorted. “Because you’re acting like you’re in love.”
You nearly inhaled your water.
Martin laughed. “Nah. I just like physical affection.”
You hated him a little.
It all came crashing down after school one day when you were sitting on the bleachers, legs swinging, watching Martin joke around with Cortis on the field.
He jogged over, sweaty and smiling, and dropped down beside you.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you lied.
He frowned, then gently pulled you into his chest, chin resting on your head.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said softly.
You swallowed.
“Martin,” you said, voice small despite yourself, “what happens when your ex finally moves on?”
He shrugged. “We stop pretending.”
Oh.
“Right,” you said.
He pulled back to look at you. Really look at you.
“…You know,” he said slowly, “we don’t have to stop immediately.”
Your heart skipped.
“Like,” he continued, completely missing your internal meltdown, “we could ease out of it. So it’s not weird.”
You laughed, a little broken. “You’re unbelievable.”
He smiled back, warm and familiar. “But you love me.”
Yeah.
You really did.
And as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, completely unaware of how much it meant to you, you wondered how long you could keep pretending this didn’t feel real—
When it already felt like everything. but friends dont just kiss.
The problem with pretending to date Martin was that he never stopped.
If anything, he got worse. It’s like the whole situation wasnt even about his ex anymore.
By the time Friday rolled around, he was basically acting like you’d been married for ten years and owned a joint Costco membership.
He waited for you outside your class, leaning against the lockers like he belonged there. When you spotted him, he smiled and immediately opened his arms.
“C’mere,” he said.
You looked around. “Why.”
“So I can hug my girlfriend before she abandons me for her friends.” He said dramatically with a pout making you chuckle.
“That is not what happens,” you muttered, but you still stepped into his arms.
He hugged you tight, rocking slightly side to side, cheek pressed into your hair. Way too comfortable.
You sighed. “Martin, people are staring.”
“Good,” he said. “Let them.”
God, he was going to kill you.
Later that day, your friends cornered you in the bathroom like an intervention was about to take place.
“Be honest,” one of them said, arms crossed. “Are you actually dating him?”
“Yes,” you said. “No. I don’t know. I’m tired.”
Yunah groaned. “He kissed your neck yesterday.”
“He WHAT?” you snapped.
“He leaned in and whispered something and kissed your neck. That is not pretend dating behavior.”
You stared at the tiled floor, cheeks burning. “He does stuff like that without thinking.”
“That man is either in love with you,” iroha said flatly, “or a crazy jerk.”
You sighed. “Both can be true and no way we are just friends!” But your mind said otherwise.
It was movie night at martins place. Seonghyeon, Iroha, Moka and Keonho were sprawled on the floor, half asleep. The movie was something loud and stupid, so Martin changed it to a horror movie.
The movie started, and it took exactly ten minutes for regret to set in.
You hated scary movies. Always had. The kind where the silence stretches too long, where your body braces for something awful you know is coming.
It didn’t help that You were tucked against his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, fingers tracing idle patterns along your arm.
The movie was genuinely terrifying, which was unfair.
A sudden jump scare hit, loud and sharp, and you yelped before you could stop yourself, instinctively grabbing onto Martin’s shirt.
He froze for half a second.
Then his arm came around you fully, pulling you against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice low and warm against your ear. “I got you.”
Your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason.
You tried to pull back. Failed. He was holding you too comfortably, like this was natural, like this was allowed.
Another scare.
You buried your face into his shoulder without thinking.
Martin laughed softly. “You’re really scared, huh?”
“Shut up,” you mumbled. “Speaking of which did you choose this move to provo-AH!”
He shifted, turning slightly, and suddenly your faces were… close. Too close. His breath hitched just barely, like he noticed it too.
The movie faded into background noise.
You looked up.
He looked down.
For one dangerous second, neither of you moved.
Then Martin leaned in.
It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t rushed. It was hesitant, unsure, like he was asking without words if this was okay.
You kissed him back anyway.
Soft. Careful. Real.
His hand came up to your cheek, thumb brushing your skin, and the kiss deepened just a little—enough to make your chest ache, enough to make your head spin.
When you pulled away, breathless, the silence was unbearable.
Martin blinked, like he’d just woken up.
“Oh,” he said. “I-im so sorry y/n , I didn’t meant to-“
It was like your heart was being ripped out. Why? Was it really nothing more than an accident to him?
You slightly shake your head and offer a small smile before getting up and going to one of the rooms to cool off.
“Seriously dude?” Keonho said , startling Martin. “You weren’t asleep?”
“No WE weren’t asleep and because WE weren’t asleep we had to witness your stupidity.”
Martin had confusion written all over his face until he looked over to see the rest looking back at him with a disappointed look.
“Can you like go do something? Gosh why does she like someone like you.” Iroha stated, dramatically shaking her head.
Martin finally caught the memo and immediately got up and into the room you went in.
“Y/n listen-“ . “Martin,” you whispered, “you don’t have to hold on to me like this.”
“Hm?” he murmured, eyes locked on you. “Why not?”
“Because,” you said carefully, “this is very…boyfriendy.”
He looked down at you, confused. “That’s the point.”
“That was the point,” you corrected. “Your ex hasn’t talked to you in weeks. Mission accomplished.”
He stilled.
“…Oh,” he said.
“So we should probably stop.”
Silence.
Then Martin laughed—short, forced. “Yeah. Right. Of course.”
He moved his arm away.
It felt like something hollowed out inside your chest.
“I’m gonna head home.” “Already?” he asked, too quickly.
You nodded. “Yeah.” You were about to walk past him until a hand grabbed you and pulled you in for a hug. “Im sorry. Y/n Dont leave me i was being stupid.”
He said hurrying his face into your neck. “I meant everything, from when I asked you to date me and when we kissed—I..I meant every part of it. Im sorry for acting like a dumbass, Y/n please..”
You were taken aback not expecting this at all. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not but it didn’t matter as you found yourself embracing him back.
“I….i forgive you.” You mumble.
Martin squeezed you tighter like he was afraid of you slipping away. “Does that mean we can date for real now?”
You shyly smiled and nodded, “yea”.
Martin looked back up at you with that stupidly beautiful smile of his before pressing his lips on yours again.
His hand cupped your jaw instinctively, thumb brushing your cheek as the kiss deepened, slow and careful and devastatingly tender. No rush. No joke. Just warmth and lips and the quiet realization that this wasn’t pretending anymore.
Cheers erupted instantly.
“FINALLY,” Yunah yelled.
You look over to see the rest piled up around the door looking back at yall. “Were you guys watching us the whole time?”
“Maybe” Seonghyeon replied with a cheeky smile which made your cheek turn a rosy hue. You burries your face in martins chest out of embarrassment whike he simply laughed it off.
why arent there any cookie king x reader or cookie king x clav fics on here HELLO????? pls im gonna die someone write a cookie king fic im begging ill do anything
❪ 恋 ❫ ´ leave this place, toss the map away, 'cuz we're on a joyride.
in which. everything is still new but already feels like something worth holding onto.
bf! jw x fem! reader ✶ 2020wc 𓇼 pure fluff, kisses, petnames, awkward + shy bf jungwon, they’re so cute i wanna squish them (◞‸ ◟) !
the final bell rang in your mind, a sharp, metallic sound that grated against the sluggish haze that had settled over your thoughts after hours of psychology mock exams. you could still see ink smudged diagrams of the human brain flashing behind your eyelids every time you blinked.
every muscle in your body protested as you moved through the crowded hallways, dodging younger students who still seemed to have endless energy. your backpack felt more like an anchor pulling you down than a bag. the strap pressed into your collarbone, reminding you of the three thick psychology books and the pile of practice papers crammed inside.
but as soon as you walked through the main gates and felt the humid afternoon air on your face, the exhaustion started to ease.
jungwon was there. he leaned against the weathered brick pillar just as he had promised in his text during lunch. even though he had only been your boyfriend for exactly fourteen days, seeing him stand there felt like a sweet, private secret you weren’t ready to share with anyone else. it was a delicate, new reality that still felt a bit like a dream.
he looked effortlessly neat, a sharp contrast to your own messy appearance. his school blazer was casually draped over one arm, and his crisp white shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the lean, firm lines of his forearms. he had been staring at his phone, a faint smile on his lips, but he looked up the moment you stepped out from the crowd of uniforms.
his eyes crinkled softly at the corners, and that gentle expression spread across his face. it seemed to be just for you.
"you look like you've been through a war, angel," he teased. his voice was low and warm, vibrating with reassurance. even after two weeks of hearing it, that nickname made your stomach do a nervous somersault.
he didn't wait for you to reach him. he stepped away from the pillar and moved through the crowd with ease to meet you halfway. without saying a word, he lifted the heavy strap of your bag off your shoulder and slung it onto his own, despite already carrying his. he ignored your half hearted protest about carrying too much.
"it felt like one," you sighed, feeling the tension leave your spine. you leaned your head against his shoulder for a brief moment, enjoying the scent of him, fresh laundry and something that was uniquely him. "i think my brain actually reached its boiling point during the last hour. if someone asked me to define 'operant conditioning' one more time, i think i would have cried."
he let out a low chuckle that resonated through his chest. his free hand reached for yours. his fingers hesitated for just a moment, a small remnant of the shyness that lingered between you, then they laced through yours. his palm was warm and slightly rough, a comforting presence against your fatigue. "no more study talks today. come on, let’s get you home before it starts raining."
the walk to the bus stop was slow and quiet. jungwon naturally drifted to the side of the sidewalk closest to the street. it was a protective habit he had picked up on day three, and it always made your heart swell. he kept a steady, patient pace and never rushed you. he glanced over every few seconds to make sure you weren't about to trip over your tired feet.
when the bus finally pulled up, hissing as it opened its doors with a tired puff of air, the interior was mostly empty. the air conditioning hummed at a low frequency, offering relief from the outside humidity. you headed straight for the back row, sliding into the worn, blue fabric seats. the afternoon light filtered through the tinted glass, making the space feel dim and private.
you leaned your temple against the cool glass of the window, watching the blur of the city begin to move. the vibration of the engine hummed through the pane and into your bones, acting like a lullaby.
jungwon sat right beside you, his thigh lightly pressing against yours. since it was still early in your relationship, he kept his free hand resting on his lap, his fingers drumming a light, rhythmic pattern. yet, as the bus turned corners, his knuckles would brush against the hem of your skirt or the side of your leg, sending tiny, electric tingles through your skin that fought against your growing drowsiness.
"are you hungry?" he whispered, leaning closer so his breath tickled your ear. "we could stop and get something if you want."
"just sleepy," you murmured, your voice trailing off.
it didn't take long for the bus's gentle, rhythmic swaying to win the battle. your eyelids grew heavier. you tried to stay awake; you wanted to talk to him, hear about his day, and make a good impression even though he had already seen you looking like a zombie. but the warmth of his presence and the humming of the motor were too much. you slipped into a deep, hazy sleep before the bus had even cleared the third stop.
jungwon watched you from the corner of his eye. his heart skipped a beat at the sight of your face, finally relaxed and free of the day's stress. he noticed how your long lashes cast shadows on your cheeks and how your lips were slightly parted. he was still learning the boundaries of your personal space, still navigating the 'firsts' of a new relationship. but seeing you so vulnerable and worn out stirred a protective instinct deep within him.
he moved slowly, his own heart pounding against his ribs. with a slightly trembling hand, he reached out and slid his arm behind your shoulders. he moved your head until it rested securely against his shoulder.
you let out a soft, content hum in your sleep, an instinctive sound that made his breath hitch. unknowingly, you snuggled closer, your hand finding the fabric of his shirt and gripping it loosely. you breathed in deep, filling your senses with the scent of his woodsy cologne.
jungwon froze. he stared straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of him, his face flushing a brilliant crimson. he wasn't used to this level of physical intimacy yet, the weight of you, the warmth of your body pressed against his side, the way you seemed to fit perfectly under his arm. it felt both overwhelming and incredibly right.
as the bus hit a small bump in the road, you shifted. your face tilted upward, sliding just a few inches until your nose was tucked into the crook of his neck. he could feel the soft, rhythmic puff of your breath against his sensitive skin. it sent a quiet, dizzying flutter through his chest. he realized then just how close you were, your lips were only a breath away from the sharp line of his jaw.
a wave of pure, unadulterated affection washed over him. he thought about how hard you had been working, how pretty you looked even when you were sleeping, and how lucky he was that you had said 'yes' two weeks ago.
he looked around the bus. it was still empty, save for an elderly man three rows up who was dozing off himself.
before he could second guess himself or let his shyness take over, jungwon leaned in. he moved with agonizing slowness, his heart thundering like a drum in his ears. he was terrified of waking you, but he couldn't help himself. he tilted his head just enough until the tip of his nose brushed against yours.
at that exact moment, your eyes fluttered open.
the world was a blur for a second, then your vision snapped into focus and jungwon was right there. his face was inches from yours, his eyes wide with a mixture of adoration and pure, panicked shock. a deep, dark blush had spread from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
he started to tense up immediately like a startled cat.
"won?" you whispered, your voice thick and heavy with the remnants of sleep, sounding smaller and softer than usual.
his hands flew to his knees, his posture suddenly stiff.
"i... i was just– i didn't mean to, you had something on your– i mean..." he stammered, his usual cool, collected persona completely shattered. he looked like he wanted the bus floor to open up and swallow him whole.
but you didn't let him retreat. seeing him so flustered, so humanly nervous because of you, gave you a sudden, honey sweet burst of courage. you didn't feel tired anymore; you felt alive, every nerve ending firing.
before he could lean back any further, you reached up. your hand, still a little shaky, moved to rest against his jawline. your thumb brushed over the soft skin there, and you felt him shudder under your touch. you leaned in, closing the tiny gap he had tried to create, and pressed a soft, lingering peck against his lips.
it was only the third time you had kissed, and this one was different. it wasn't a quick 'goodbye' or a nervous 'hello.' it was purely on your own whim. the spark it ignited felt bright enough to light up the entire dim interior of the bus.
jungwon froze for a heartbeat, his eyes searching yours as if asking if this was really happening. but as he saw the warmth in your expression, the panic in his eyes melted away. he realized then that he didn't need to be so nervous with you.
he leaned back in, his hand rising to cup your cheek with a tenderness that made your breath catch. his thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, his touch light as a feather.
this time, the kiss was deeper. it was slow, sweet, and carried the weight of a silent promise. it was the feeling of two people finally finding their rhythm. his other hand found yours in the space between the seats, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tightly, as if he were anchoring himself to you. the bus continued its lonely route, the world outside continuing to spin, but for those few minutes, the universe was centered entirely in the back row of a city bus.
when he finally pulled away, he didn't go far. he kept his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. his signature dimples appeared as a shy, uneven smile broke across his face.
"did you sleep well, pretty girl?" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, sounding much more confident and infinitely warmer.
you let out a quiet, breathless laugh and leaned forward, hiding your burning face against the crook of his neck, right where you had been sleeping moments before. "i did," you admitted against his skin, the heat of your blush radiating through the fabric of his shirt. "but i think i like the view better now that i'm awake."
jungwon’s chest rumbled with a real, genuine laugh, a sound of pure relief and joy that made his hold on you tighten. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arm securely around you until there wasn't a sliver of space left between you. he pressed a firm, lingering kiss to the very top of your head, his lips staying there for a second longer than necessary before he rested his chin on your hair.
"well," he whispered, his thumb idly stroking the back of your hand, "i wasn't planning on being that bold, but i'm glad the bus was empty." he glanced out the window as the engine’s hum became a comforting backdrop to the comfortable silence.
outside, the sky had surrendered its golden stripes, melting instead into soft, bruised shades of pink, violet, and deep orange. as the bus slowed down for your stop, jungwon didn't let go. instead, he squeezed your hand, a silent promise that while the school day was over, the best part of your evening was just beginning.
contains: female!reader, fluff, utterly devoted jake, sweet relationship stuff, seriously so sweet I got toothaches writing this, date night, whiny jake, talks you through it, so gentle with you, but can hardly contain himself, consent checks
warnings: smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), praise, dirty-talk, loss of virginity, oral sex, p in v penetration, lots of kissing, mutual orgasm, that pie is creamed guys
synopsis: Jake is perfectly fine waiting as long as you need to take your relationship to the next step. He's never doubted for a second that you're the one for him. So when you finally approach him with the very simple request, "will you have sex with me?", he just about loses his mind. But not before he makes sure you lose yours first ;)
⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ this was so freaking fun to write and made my heart literally flutter the entire time. GOD. I LOVE JAKE. anyways. enjoy <333
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Jake loved everything about you.
The smell of your shampoo in his room when you got out of the shower. Finding your lost hair ties amongst his dirty laundry. The sound of you mumbling to yourself in your sleep.
He loved you, and he loved being your boyfriend. Doing all the boyfriend things he was meant to. Silly, stupid things like opening doors and giving you a steady hand as you leaned down to put your shoes on.
He loved the feeling of you on his arm, or that excited skip in your step when he picked you up. Your crinkled eyes when he said something funny. Even the way you grumbled in the morning before you had your coffee, he just couldn’t get enough of it.
Being your boyfriend meant Jake had responsibilities, ones that he took very seriously. To care for you, to keep you safe, to make sure you were happy, these things mattered a lot to him, and he took care in demonstrating just how much.
This kind of love and respect extended to your sex life as well.
Jake knew you were a virgin. Of course, he knew. He knew everything about you: your favorite foods, your guilty pleasures, all the words to your favorite songs. He knew that you’d had a few short-term relationships before him and that you hadn’t had sex with any of them.
They just weren’t right, you’d explained early on. None of them made you feel important, or special. You knew you wouldn’t sleep with any of them. You wanted to feel desired and respected, that someone had truly earned their right to your body.
Jake liked the way you’d said that—so matter of fact and confident. He liked that you knew yourself well enough to wait. Sex was important to you, and there was nothing that Jake wanted more than to prove he was worthy.
Despite your inexperience, you had a sexual appetite that rivaled his at times. You were a kisser — a sat-on-the-counter-with-him-between-your-legs, grabbing-him-by-the-collar kisser. You liked to pull him in close, dragging your hips against his as you slid your tongue into his mouth.
You’d pant and grind against each other until, eventually, you’d pull away, hand to your chest, face blushing bright red. It drove him crazy.
But Jake was patient, and utterly devoted to you. If you wanted to wait, he would wait. Hell, if you wanted a ring on your finger first, he had no objections. He had a design picked out halfway through your second date.
It was real for him, realer than anything had ever been in his life. He was ready to remain very patient and very devoted for a long time, right until you were ready to trust him with this part of yourself.
It just so happened that, on the most random of late afternoons at his place, you were ready.
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At first, Jake thought he was hallucinating.
The way you looked at him—open, sure, no sense of hesitation—it knocked the breath from his chest.
"What did you say?" He breathed.
You blushed. Your face—your sweet, adorable, beautiful face—turned several shades redder.
"Don't make me say it again," You whined, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater.
"Please, baby?" He insisted, inching closer to you. "I need to know that I heard you right because if I didn't—if you didn't just say what I think you just said, I'm officially going crazy."
You laughed. "Jake. Will you please, pretty please, have sex with me tonight?"
Jake looked like you'd smacked him straight across the face.
You tried insisting that it didn't have to be a big deal. That all you really wanted was to be with him, to take the next step in your relationship together because, damn it, Jake Sim was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
You didn't need roses or candles, just the feeling of having him close. For real this time.
And in typical Jake fashion, he wasn't having any of it.
He leapt up from the couch, running his hands through his hair a few times as he paced back and forth. "Right," He murmured. "Right, right, right."
Then, he took off down the hall, disappearing into his room.
"Where are you going!?" You called after him.
"Phone! Restaurant! Taking you out and buying you the nicest fucking dinner you've ever had in your life!"
You got all done up. Jake fucking loved it. Watching you in the bathroom mirror, bent forward as you put your makeup on, it drove him wild. He couldn't keep his hands off you, stopping to kiss you every time he came into the room. Hell, coming in just to kiss you.
He felt like he was dreaming. Like this was one, long, unending delusion that he'd somehow slipped into. He put a finger to his pulse, checking to make sure he hadn't accidentally died and ended up in some kind of amazingly strange afterlife.
But, nope. His heart thrummed against his finger, and his beautiful, perfect, way out of his league girlfriend was in the bathroom, putting her hair up to go out.
And she wanted him to fuck her.
Good god.
Jake beamed all night long, getting your car door and pulling your chair out for you as you sat down at your table. You giggled. He was always a gentleman, but now he was really dialing it up—insisting that you order whatever you wanted, refilling your wine glass the moment it was empty, complimenting the way you looked.
"Your makeup looks so good, baby," He said cheerfully. "I like the sparkly stuff on your eyes."
You laughed. "I wear it like this every day."
He shrugged, giving you that dopey grin. "Well, you look beautiful. Gorgeous. I love you."
"I love you, too, Jake."
Whether it was the wine, or the candlelight, or the way Jake's knee brushed up against yours as you ate, you could hardly contain yourself the whole drive home.
Jake tried to keep a steady eye on the road, but the way your hands were roaming up and down his chest, fingers playing with the buttons of his jacket, he found it nearly impossible to focus.
You barely made it through the front door before his lips were on yours, hands scrambling for your waist. You giggled against his mouth, pulling him through the door by the collar and slamming the door shut behind you.
He groaned frustratedly into your mouth, dizzy with the knowledge that he was about to have you completely to himself, that you trusted him enough for this. He could hardly think straight as he picked you up and carried you down the hall to his room.
Your moans grew softer as he laid you down, your hands nervously fidgeting with his shirt. He pulled back, taking in the sight of you—your cheeks flushed all pink, your lips swollen from kissing him. Your eyes darted around his face nervously, not quite sure where to look.
Everything else seemed to fall away. It was like the world began and ended with his bedroom, everyone beyond it ceasing to exist. All that mattered in that moment was you.
He leaned down. "Hey," He said softly, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "You okay?"
You nodded, biting your lip. Your voice was small as you replied. "I'm nervous," You whispered, looking up at him with those big, round eyes of yours.
His heart felt like it was melting inside his chest. "You can change your mind," He said, matching the volume of your voice.
You shook your head. "No, I want to."
"Are you sure?"
"Mhm." You gazed up at him determinedly, still chewing anxiously at your bottom lip.
God, he fucking loved you. You were so cute, so sweet, exactly the kind of girl he always felt like he'd never deserve. You smiled, and he felt his mind go to mush. You laughed, and the rest of the world seemed to go quiet.
Jake took his time. Kissing you slowly, rubbing soothing circles on your hip with his thumb. You sighed into his touch, marveling at the way even the lightest brush of his fingers made your stomach tighten with desire. Long overdue desire.
"Gonna take this off, baby," He said, pushing your dress up your legs.
You'd been naked around him plenty of times—changing out of your swimsuit, getting out of the shower, sharing the shower on the rare instances that you both woke up late for work—but this felt different.
Your body temperature seemed to go up several degrees as he pulled your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor.
"Mmm," He murmured, bending down to kiss the skin on your chest. "You're so beautiful."
His kisses were feather-soft, brushing against your collarbones, your shoulders, your jaw.
He was always telling you how perfect you were, how pretty you looked, how smart you were—but he was all of those things and more. You admired him as he moved down your body, strands of dark hair falling over his face.
"I love you," You said suddenly, prompting him to look up.
"I love you, too, baby."
"No," You insisted, reaching down to grab his face and haul him back up to you. "I love you. I don't ever wanna be away from you. Like, ever."
He grinned. "Good. Because you're never getting rid of me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," You said breathily, tensing as his hand lowered between your legs.
His breath hitched and he froze, biting his lower lip.
"What is it?" You asked, heart quickening at the feeling of his fingers against your underwear.
"Mmm." He shook his head, dropping it onto your chest.
"You can say it, what is it?"
"You're so wet," He whined, voice muffled against your skin. "Fuck, baby. Fuck."
"Will that mess things up?" You asked, unsure. You didn't think being too wet was a problem, but what did you know? All of your knowlege had been based off of explicit movie scenes and poorly written internet blog porn.
"No," He gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "No, baby, you're perfect. So perfect, wanna taste you. Can I?" He asked.
Your stomach twisted with nerves, but he was so needy, staring at you with his lip between his teeth. You could've said no, and Jake would have moved on, no questions asked. But something about the look on his face, the way he was waiting so diligently for your answer, all movement paused until he heard what you had to say...
"Yeah," You nodded sheepishly.
He let out a deep groan, coming up to kiss you again before hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling them down your legs.
It was a foreign feeling, having him so close to this part of your body. You were still nervous, a little self-conscious, but it was hard to stay that way with Jake talking like you were the most perfect thing he'd ever seen in his life.
"God, what am I gonna do," He muttered anxiously, lips tickling the inside of your thigh. "I'm not gonna last a fucking second. Jesus Christ, baby."
You giggled as his mouth brushed your skin again, sending shivers up your body.
"So sensitive," He teased, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh and nibbling gently with his teeth. "I'm gonna kiss you, baby. Tell me what feels good."
"Okay," You said breathlessly.
You ached painfully for him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his breath on your core, his fingers digging into your thighs. He pushed his face between your legs, making contact with his full, pouty lips, and you gasped, your entire body tensing.
"Okay?" He asked, glancing up at you.
You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to watch in wonder as he opened his mouth against your cunt, dragging his tongue between your folds like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.
"Oh, Jake," You whined, letting your head fall against your shoulder as your brows furrowed.
He responded with a hum, the sound vibrating against your skin as he pushed his mouth further onto you. It was, by far, the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced.
Jake had an incredible voice. Hearing it always put you at ease, no matter the kind of day you'd had or what mood you were in. But feeling it? Feeling the shiver of his voice against your sensitive skin?
Your legs trembled with how badly you wanted more.
It was overwhelming. His sloppy kisses, the soft swipes of his tongue, the way he moaned into you like this was the only thing he'd ever wanted in his life—it left you speechless.
You could hardly make any noise at all, too consumed in the feeling of him curling his tongue against you. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Hotter than getting to watch him work out. Hotter than his voice first thing in the morning. Hotter than all the times he'd confronted rude or handsy men at bars.
This was sexy. The way his hair fell against your skin, his face disappearing into your cunt. The bunch of muscles around his shoulder blades, tensed as he leaned in for more, more, more.
Jake, who had no way of knowing just how unraveled your thoughts were becoming, looked up from between your legs, a concerned expression on his face.
"You okay?" He asked, kissing the inside of your knee.
You nodded eagerly, pushing your hips up towards his mouth. You needed more. You needed to grind into his tongue until you were shaking.
The little action sent Jake over the edge, like gasoline on an already lit fire. He went in again, his tentative demeanor from before disappearing.
You moaned, arching your back as his tongue swirled around your clit, dipping into the well of your pussy with a delcious "mmmm" that reverberated up your body.
"Jake," You cried, hips grinding down on his tongue. "Can you come here? I'm ready, really. Want you now."
He stilled your hips with his hand, holding them in place so he could drag another wet stripe up your cunt. "Not yet," He cooed, kissing you sloppily. "It'll be better this way, trust me."
You struggled to see how anything could get better than this, until your stomach clenched violently at the feeling of his lips massaging your clit. You stuttered, looking down to see your legs shaking around his head.
Your body bucked upwards, hips chasing the feeling that was building in your lower abdomen. Jake's face was slick, your arousal mixing with his saliva as it dripped down his chin. He drank in the taste of you, dick hard beneath his jeans at how whiny you were, twitching under his tongue like you could barely take it anymore.
Every touch made you shiver, each puppy-lick to your clit caused your voice to rise an octave. He devoured you, savouring the knowledge that no one, no one, had ever given you this feeling before.
When it seemed like you could take no more—your hips shaking, your voice cracking under the weight of your moans—he pulled away.
You watched him with a dazed expression on your face, sweaty and already spent. His stomach twisted protectively at the sight of you, the ache of his erection the very last thing on his mind. All he wanted was to make you feel good. To get you over the edge.
To feel you cum around his cock.
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor where your dress lay, forgotten about. He trailed his hand up the side of your body as he crawled over you, admiring the way your muscles tensed under his touch.
You hastily reached for his buckle, pulling the clasp apart and unbuttoning his pants. His chest tightened, still half-disbelieving that this was really happening. The rest of your clothes were discarded as he settled between your legs, the heat of your bodies spreading like fire.
You pulled him in, hands on either side of his face. His mouth tasted bittersweet, still hot from being buried between your thighs. Your pussy clenched desperately, missing the feeling of his lips, aching for something to fill it.
"Gonna go slow, okay?" Jake said, his voice wavering slightly. His heart was pounding in his chest at the heat between your legs. "You ready?"
You'd never been more ready for anything in your life. "Stay right here," You said, your lips barely hovering over his.
He nodded as he lined himself up, the slick warmth of your entrance sending a mind-numbing shiver through his body.
You hardly blinked. You watched, lip trapped between your teeth, as Jake's brows furrowed, his mouth falling open.
You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed himself inside of you. It hurt, but not like you expected. It stretched you, slipping deeper inside as you leaked around him, the sensation reaching all the way up to the base of your stomach.
Jake's breath hitched, his whines getting trapped in his throat as he fit all the way inside you.
"Fuck," He breathed, eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't move. If he did, he'd lose it. If he moved even an inch, he'd lose all self-control. And once he started to fuck you, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.
Unfortunately for him, you had plans of your own.
You twisted under him, pushing your hips up in an effort to get him to satisfy the burning desire that had tangled itself up in your lower abdomen.
Jake moaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you slid against him, your cunt sucking him in even deeper.
"Babe," He growled, trying to get a hold on himself. "Give me— just a second. Need a second or m'gonna fuck you," He said through gritted teeth.
"Do it," You murmured against his mouth, dragging your fingers over his skin.
"Won't be able to stop," He whined, kissing you again.
You didn't care. You needed to feel him moving inside you or you were going to scream.
Slowly, carefully, he started to move, ignoring the stars that were bouncing around the edges of his vision. His body was tense, barely controlled, as he pressed himself all the way down on you.
To take his mind off how unbearably good you felt, he turned his attention back to you, kissing your neck and sucking harshly at your skin to alleviate some of the pressure building in his stomach.
"Jake," You moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your breath heaved unevenly.
He pulled away. "You okay?"
You nodded, stuttering. "Y-yeah, don't..."
"Don't what, baby?"
"Don't stop."
Jake practically fell apart right then and there. He collapsed into you, driving his hips so hard that the bed began to rock beneath you. You arched your back as he filled you up, your throat exposed for him to drag his tongue across and mark up as he wished.
Mine, mine, mine, he thought, digging his teeth into your skin.
"Jake, can you..." You bit your lip, squeezing your legs tighter around him. "Can you t-talk to me?"
He obliged, kissing you furiously as words tumbled from his mouth onto your lips.
"You feel so good, baby, so fucking good. Jesus—I could come right now. Taking it so good, baby. Wanna stay like this forever. Wanna drown in you."
His words were like a drug, injected directly into your bloodstream. The way he touched you, like you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his hands on, how he praised you for being so good for him, it all made the tension in your stomach threaten to spill over.
"I'm close, Jake," You said against his mouth, tilting your head to bite his lower lip.
He groaned.
"You feel so good," You echoed, watching desperately as he bit his lip, brows furrowed. "You're so big— I didn't think you'd fit at first."
"Mmm, knew it would," He said, reaching a hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. "Knew you'd take me perfectly. Such a good girl. So wet for me—I hardly had to touch you and you were soaked."
You moaned, grinding your hips against his hand. A tightness formed in your abdomen, rising up like a wave threatening to crash over your entire body.
Jake talked you through it, relishing in every rough stroke you took from him, drinking in the sound of your pretty voice as it called his name, begging to finish.
"Please, fuck, please, Jake," You cried.
"That's it, baby, just like that. Do I make you feel good?"
"Yes," You whined desperately.
"You wanna come?"
"Yes," You repeated.
His breath shuddered, his muscles going tense under your hands. "Cum with me, baby. I'm right here."
You bucked your hips into his, muscles aching with how tense you were, as the nerves in your stomach unwound entirely. He whimpered as he stuttered into you, fingers pressed into your waist so hard it ached.
"Fuck! Fuck— y/n, god, oh my god."
His whiny moans fell against your lips, cock twitching inside of you as he shuddered through his orgasm. You gasped into his mouth, the feeling of him finishing spurring your own climax.
He held you through it, kissing the length of your neck as your body shook, his name falling from your lips. Your body slow beneath his, cum dripping onto his thighs as your pussy clenched around him.
"That's it. Good job, y/n. So pretty. So pretty. Could watch you cum on me forever."
You whined, face buried in his neck as the last of it rolled over you. He leaned his head down to look at you, his pupils blown, expression equal parts concerned and exhausted.
"Jake..." You mumbled, pressing a hand to your face.
He pulled back, eyes darting over your face hesitantly. “Yeah? You okay? Did I hurt you?”
"That was… the best thing that has ever happened to me. In my whole life." Your eyes were bright, skin flushed and glowing with satisfaction and affection for your boyfriend. “If I’d have known— Fuck, that was good, baby.”
He released the breath he'd been holding and laughed. "Good, I was worried for a second."
You looked up at him, pursing your lips. "Was it for you? Good, I mean."
Jake widened his eyes. "Was it... Babe, today is the best day of my life."
He cleaned you up after, carrying you to the shower and covering your face in a smattering of happy kisses. He washed your hair, and your shoulders, and your neck, admiring all the marks he'd left behind.
He was tender with your lower body, kissing your cheeks gently as the water rained down his chest, forming little rivers that lined his muscles. You'd never felt so tired and so rewarded at the same time.
You fell asleep curled into his chest, the sound of your breath slow and steady. Jake kept his arms wrapped around you protectively, a new feeling taking root at the very base of his heart. The very core of his being.
He loved you more than he'd loved anyone or anything in his entire life. And he was going to spend the rest of his days proving it.
