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HI GUYS!! I LOVE AND MISS U SM!! I hate from uni courses im gonna explode. I haven’t had any big ideas with writing for I’ve just been sitting and thinking. Hopefully I’ll get inspired again soon!!

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── ONE YEAR . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka ─ it's been a year <3

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 952 ⌗ fluff, comfort, they're so in love that it physically pains my heart .

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── (takes deep breath) (swallows sob) everyone. we've made it, jake made it, jakeyn made it,,,we've made a year with our favorite couple 😭😭😭😭 i don't think any words can't express how sad i am to be letting go of this series/couple..and i don't even care if i sound dramatic or extra talking about this because i LOVE THEMMM. as you all know, no doubt (the og fic) held a very very very special spot in my heart and the fact that it originally got so so so so much love and support to have it grow into something more makes me so happy and just so very appreciative. i absolutely just love writing for them so thank you thank you thank you for all the comments, reblogs, likes, and just LOVE that no doubt!jakeyn's been receiving! BUT this isn't exactlyyy goodbye, either. i still have many requests for jakeyn that i promise i will get to! i just have no more official parts planned for this series, so if you want to see more of themmmm,,,just send me a message :') & i'll keep the taglist for those requests/any future content involving no doubt! anyways, once again, thank you to infinity and making writing jakeyn so fun :D ok im being so sappy im abt to reach jakey's level of cringe so i'll leave you all to it :) i will love you forever & always no doubt!jakeyn <3

The river is quiet.

It’s the same river.

The same path, the same soft rustling of trees, and the same distant hum of the city in the background.

The same spot where Jake had first told you he loved you—voice soft and full of nerves, hands fidgeting but warm in yours, and eyes looking at you with utmost certainty.

And now, over one year later—

You walk side by side, hands intertwined, fingers absentmindedly playing with one another’s. You’re rambling on about how you’re convinced birds are drones in costumes when you feel a small squeeze from Jake’s hand in yours.

You glance up.

And he’s already looking at you.

And it's that look.

The one with that small, knowing smile you love. The one that makes you feel like his world begins and ends with only you.

You tilt your head. “What’s up?”

Jake shakes his head slightly. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

“Oh no,” you narrow your eyes at him. “Oh, then I know something’s wrong when you're thinking.”

He lets out a small chuckle, nudging your side before his arm slips around your shoulder to pull you in.

“You know,” his voice is quieter now, lower, more thoughtful. “I think this might be the longest consistent relationship I’ve ever been in.”

You snort, lifting a brow as you glance up at your boyfriend, “That’s not really saying much, considering your track record.”

“Hey!” he protests, turning to you with slightly furrowed brows and a fake pout. “I’m being sentimental here.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you tease, giggling into his shoulder, “Go on.”

And at that, Jake stops walking.

He turns to you, carefully taking your hands into his like they’re precious—like they’re the most sacred thing he’s ever had. And maybe they are.

His thumbs brush slow, lazy circles against your skin, grounding the both of you.

Then he exhales, looking down at your intertwined hands, swinging them slightly before finally looking back at you.

And when you look up to meet his eyes—

You see it.

The way he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

Like he’s seeing every single thing you are. Every version of yourself you’ve ever been and will be. The days you were soft and happy, the days you were stressed and tired.

The times you pushed him away, and the times you needed him closer.

The moments when you didn’t believe in love, and the ones where you thought—maybe.

Maybe, with him.

With Jake.

“I…I don’t really know how to put this into words,” he finally says, his voice low but steady. “But this past year? Has been the best year of my life.”

Your heart cracks open.

A beautiful, devastating kind of break.

Jake licks his lips, his eyes still locked onto yours, like he needs you to understand just how much he means his words, “Like, I don’t even think I can explain it properly. But every single day with you—every day—has made me the happiest I’ve ever known possible.”

Your throat tightens, your lungs feel too small.

And he keeps going.

“And…and I know I was an idiot back then,” he continues, his voice still soft, as he squeezes your hands gently with his own. “And I know I didn’t deserve a second chance. But you gave me one. And I promise that’s something I will never, ever take for granted.”

His grip on your hands tighten—not forced, but sure. Sure in that soft, consistent way that makes it feel like everything in the world might actually be okay.

You squeeze his hands back, letting out a small exhale as you look at the way his eyes sparkle for you. And before you can even open your mouth—

“I just—I wake up every day, and I can’t believe I get to have you. That I get to love you, and have you love me back.”

And you break.

Completely.

Utterly.

Devastatingly.

And you start blinking rapidly—because oh my god. 

Jake notices instantly.

“Wait, are you crying?” His eyes widen as his hands immediately come up to cradle your face, thumbs gently brushing over your teary cheeks. “Oh—oh no, baby.”

“I’m—” you exhale shakily, a small laugh breaking through your heavy throat and the burn behind your eyes. “Shut up.”

Jake’s expression softens immediately, a small laugh leaving his own smile—a smile so soft, so unbearably fond that it makes you want to break more.

“I love you,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours, his words always and forever meant just for you. “I love you so much, you have no idea.”

Your exhale comes out shaky. Overwhelmed. Full.

Then, finally, you whisper back—just as soft and just as sure—

“I know.”

Jake huffs out a laugh, eyes closing briefly, “You actually drive me crazy, you know that right?”

You smile through your teary eyes, tilting your head up slightly to press a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Jake.”

And when you pull away, just enough to look at him—he’s glowing.

Not from the golden hour, not from the sky.

But from you. From the way he looks at you like you are the beginning and end of every beautiful thing he’s ever known. Like you’re all he ever wants to know.

He lets go of your hands and goes to wrap both his arms around you, tucking you right into him, resting his head on top of yours as he places another soft kiss into your hair.

And as the sun sets over the river, bathing the world around you in hues of gold and pink—

Jake stays.

Stays holding you.

In love with you.

Having no doubt he will ever let you go.

And he never does.

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Came back to tumblr to read this yeah I sobbed.

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i didn’t realize we were moots. YOURE LIKE MY FAV WRITER FUCKING EVER HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS MADE MY DAY

OMG STOP ILY I’m gonna give u a big FAT kiss 😚

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I’m ngl I thought we’ve BEEN moots 💔💔💔💔 I CANT BELIEVE MYSELF FORGIVE ME 😭

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── PRETTY PRIVILEGE . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka you're jake's pretty, and he'll always give you pretty (princess) privilege.

── sim jaeyun xf!reader ౨ৎ wc. 981 ⌗ crack, fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption, literally just crack, jake loves to spoil yn ugh when is it my turn

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── this one's a cutesy, short & sweet one! just a lil slice of life for ya. i love these little slices of life of jakeyn, pls give me more ideas/scenarios because they're my literal babies im never letting them go ever ever ever ever ever ever

You wake up feeling like death incarnate.

Your skull is throbbing. Your throat is dry. Your stomach is playing a dangerous game of will I or won’t I hurl all over my sheets?

The sunshine slipping through your curtains feel personally offensive to your eyes, and worst of all—

Your memory is vaguely plagued with Jungwon’s voice yelling at you to take just one more shot, because it’s in the name of lifelong friendship.

And you, the absolute genius you are, agreed.

Your life is in shambles.

You’re one second away from giving up on your future and letting the bed consume you when—

“Morning, pretty.”

The voice is soft. Sweet. Familiar.

And infuriatingly cheerful.

You groan, cracking one eye open to see your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed close to you, smiling down at you like he woke up next to Sleeping Beauty herself and not a half-dead raccoon.

“Ew,” you croak, “Why do you sound so alive.”

Jake chuckles, bright and so boyish, entirely too entertained the suffering of your consequences, “Because I wasn’t the one peer pressured into drinking my body weight in tequila.”

You let out a dramatic groan, flipping your body face-first into your pillow, “This is why I have trust issues. Never speaking to Jungwon ever again. Ever.”

“Mmhm. Sure you aren’t,” Jake hums, poking your cheek. “Anyway. Sit up.”

You let out a long whine into your pillow, kicking your feet in protest, “Whyyyyy—”

“Because I made you breakfast.”

Your head jerks up from the pillow.

You crack one eye open.

And sure enough, right there on your nightstand—

An entire set up you didn’t notice before.

A perfect omelette—with cheese and onions and ham and slightly overcooked because Jake knows you won’t have it any other way.

Next to it, a small bowl of chopped fruit, a glass of ice water, two painkillers, and—

“Pause. Is that my iced peach latte?”

“Yup,” Jake smiles proudly, nodding as he reaches over to pass the cup to you, “70% sugar. Less ice. I bribed the barista with a 20% tip to give me a plastic straw because I know you hate the paper ones.”

You take a slow sip. Let it sink in. Then you look back at him.

“God, I love you.”

Jake watches as you flop dramatically onto your stomach again, blindly reaching out to grab a strawberry…and miserably failing.

“Baby, just sit up,” he lets out a laugh, guiding you upright with his annoyingly gentle hands, fluffing your pillow behind you to lean against the headboard. “Much better.”

You sigh, leaning against the headboard, melting into the comfort of your bed as he tucks the blanket perfectly around your legs, “I don’t deserve this.”

Jake snorts, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your temple, “You deserve everything.”

Once you’re settled in your place, you look down and—

Wait.

You blink.

Once. Then twice.

Your (read: Jake’s) favorite hoodie is draped over your body instead of last night’s party dress. Your hands reach up to your face and—it’s clean. Your makeup is already off. And your hair? Well, god forbid it’s still messy after your slumber, but it’s not a bird’s nest. Which means—

“Did you…like. Take care of me last night?”

Jake lets out a chuckle as he feeds you a piece of omelette, “What else am I supposed to do? Let you drool all over your pillow with mascara smudged up to your forehead?”

You choke on the mouthful of food, “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, oh my god is right—” Jake just snickers, remembering the vivid memories from the night before. “You’re lucky I love you, because last night you were literally the most annoying drunk in existence—”

“HEY—”

“—you made Sunghoon hold your heels while you piggybacked Jay—”

“Oh, that’s actually kinda funny—”

“—then you cried because you saw a billboard of a puppy adoption center and wanted to pet the dog on the poster—”

“...Okay, fine, that one sounds accurate—”

“—and then, my personal favorite, you demanded I play with your hair and sing you songs until you fell asleep.”

You pause.

Jake is full-on grinning now, smile wide and full of endearment as he’s clearly reveling in the way your cheeks turn pink.

“I hate you,” you mumble before opening your mouth to let him feed you another bite.

Jake chuckles, feeding you another spoon before nudging you over so he can slide under the blanket next to you, “You love me.”

You huff dramatically, your cheeks warm as you drop your head onto his shoulder, “Unfortunately.”

Jake presses another kiss into your hair—warm and soft and so, so clearly smitten.

“And fortunately for you, I accept all forms of Y/N, including this spoiled gremlin princess version of you.”

You roll your eyes, but cuddle in closer, his arm wrapping around your waist naturally.

He grabs another strawberry and lifts it to your lips, “Say ahh.”

You snort, but open up anyways, accepting it at this point.

“I should drink more often if this is the treatment I get.”

Jake faces you with a look of fond exasperation, “You mean the pretty privilege?”

“Yup,” you flash him a smug grin, nudging his shoulder. “You’re really gonna let me get away with everything forever because I’m cute, huh?”

“Yes,” he says. Instantly. Without blinking.

“Even when I cry over billboard dogs?”

“Especially when you cry over billboard dogs.”

You grin wider.

“Sounds like a you problem. I almost feel sorry.”

Jake smirks, cutting another bite and feeding it to you, “Sounds like a me win.”

And honestly?

With him holding you close, spoon-feeding your breakfast, brushing your hair out of your face—

You’d believe it too.

Because, maybe your hangover is hell.

And maybe you’ll never speak to Jungwon ever again.

But being Jake’s spoiled little gremlin princess?

Yeah.

That’s definitely your prettiest privilege.

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no doubt has me in a chokehold and I fear I’m enjoying it

[hencheri]

— rotten heart

▸ 18+ mdni.

jay and jake have always been fighting for you until the day you finally chose jay. that day will forever be jake's downfall, but he will take what he believes to be his, even if it means bringing you into his downfall as well.

| pairing. husband!jay x fem!reader x vampire!jake

| warnings. horror, noncon/dubcon (reader is not herself), physical violence, depiction of blood, implied death/murder, dark!jayke (even though jake's clearly worse).

a.n.: uummm yes so there it is. i have a love-hate relationship with this fic lol.

fresh blood is dripping from jake’s open lip, the rusty taste of metal filling his mouth, becoming almost overbearing as jay’s knuckles keep violently colliding with his face. fury burns in the man’s eyes, but jake doesn’t cave in, he refuses to even as jay’s fist slowly but surely deforms his once flawless features. the sound of bones cracking—whether it’s coming from his jaw or jay’s phalanges—doesn’t phase him either. he won’t talk. 

jay takes a step back from jake’s sitting form, tied up there to the chair by one of his guards earlier. his chest heaves up and down rapidly, his breathing ragged and short, his anger flaring up. he’s frustrated, but nothing can compare to his desperation. the desperate need to avenge his wife—to punish the man who hurt you, who dared to put his filthy hands on you.

but jake is having none of it. he turns his head to the side and spits the excess of blood out of his mouth, looking back at the man standing in front of him as he throws his head back out of exhaustion. 

he thinks it’s funny how jay wants to punish him for something he himself desires as much as him, for something that you liked, nonetheless. but a man only knows how to be selfish. and so does jake.

“if you don’t tell me what you did to her-” jay threatens, gritting his teeth as his bloodied fists clench by his sides. 

“how is she?” jake interrupts, his question making the other man frown. “tired, i suppose? poor girl probably doesn’t remember a thing.” his voice is calm, infuriatingly so. despite having his face beat up, black eye decorating his pale skin with a crooked nose, he still keeps his cool. 

with his jaw set in a hard line, jay lunges forward and hits jake across the face with his fist. he shakes his hand after that, his knuckles surely in similar shape as jake’s cheek; totally ripped up, exposing the more sensitive skin underneath, blood escaping the wound. “fuck,” jay curses under his breath, seeing the state of his right hand. it’s bad, but it’s not nearly enough to make him want to stop. 

“you know i have no problem with keeping on destroying your face, huh? won’t be as cute anymore with a fucked up nose,” jay snarkily remarks, massaging his knuckles with his thumb. he watches the man struggling to recover from the hit, a string of spit mixed with blood hanging from his lip, looking down at the floor as he breathes in and out through his mouth with difficulty. “i swear to god, you won’t get out of this house alive if you don’t fucking tell me what you did to my wife.” jay says the last two words with a stern voice, but it’s said with anger, sounding like a growl. 

he clasps his hand around jake’s chin, tightening enough to make the other wince in pain. they both look into each other’s eyes, and if perhaps there was still a friendship between them, some respect, there’s none anymore. it’s only a visceral hatred for one another. 

“she was never yours,” jake whispers, maintaining eye-contact with him. “not completely.” 

jake’s tendency to not answer his questions drives him crazy, and he raises his hand again, jake scrunching his eyes in anticipation of another hit, but he never feels it. someone comes into the room, one of jay’s guards, pausing the less than civilized conversation between the two men. 

“sir, it’s your wife. she woke up.”

—-

kneeling beside your bed, jay takes your hands in his, closing his fingers firmly around yours. he stares intently at you, brows knitted together in worry. seeing you hurting is the worst thing he could ever endure, it pains him so much to be powerless, so clueless on how to save you. 

jake’s been tied up for an entire day in his basement and he still hasn’t gotten him to talk. he curses himself for being so useless. it’s his duty, his goal in life to keep you safe, but he failed to do that. failed to do the very thing he swore to god, the promise he made when marrying you. 

he kisses your hand and you weakly smile at him, his heart clenching at the precious sight. he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, especially when you’re still so sensitive, but he needs to know. he has to—it’s how he’ll be able to help you, he hopes.

“baby,” he begins, sounding oh so desperate, “my love… do you- do you remember what happened? do you know?” he asks carefully, eyes wide and shiny.

“i don’t… i don’t know.” 

he sighs, shaking his head and looking down at the sheets. you’re telling the truth, he believes you, but for some reason, he feels like something’s escaping you, like the answer is just there, but you can’t quite grasp it. 

“has jake done something to you? i’m begging you to tell me,” he pleads and with his eyes full of water, you feel bad for not remembering anything. to your knowledge, you felt sick earlier and needed to lay down for a bit, only waking up now, still very much dizzy and confused. 

“jake? no- i haven’t…” you murmur, looking away from your husband for a brief second. “...seen him.”

jay grows frustrated and stands up, your hands slipping out of his hold. “no, baby,” he says, as if scolding you, “you have to remember. he did something to you, i just need you to tell me.”

your own eyes start to water. “i don’t know… i’m sorry, jay.”

your husband glances down, passing his hand through his black hair before rubbing his chin pensively, clearly bothered. you watch him pacing around anxiously and he finally exits your bedroom, leaving you alone and in the dark on what’s happening. 

—-

the night is cold, but you feel hot, extremely hot. sweat is dripping from your neck and your nightgown is sticking to your back. you keep rolling on your stomach, changing a second later to lay on your back, then on your side, facing jay. 

he’s sleeping, his chest moving up and down regularly, quietly. you look at him, eyes trailing down to his lips, which are slightly parted. 

you need to get up, need to get out of this room. and that’s what you do, the wooden floor creaking under your naked feet as you walk down the hallway and go down the stairs. the house is quiet, the moon casting light through the windows, illuminating your path to the basement. you’re not sure why you’re going there, but that’s where your feet are bringing you to. 

you switch the lights on and you head down, walking the stairs one by one, holding the railing with your hand as you do so. you don’t know what to expect, or who exactly. when you reach the last stair, you glance at the closed door to your right, and without any more thought, you open it. 

what you find startles you. a man tied up to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging low, his body leaned over like holding the weight of his own body on his shoulders is too much. splatters of blood are staining the concrete below him and you can only imagine that it belongs to him. 

despite your heart beating faster in your chest, you get closer, and you gasp when you think you recognize the man.

“jake?” 

at the sound of your voice calling his name, he looks up very slowly, seemingly in pain. the worry is evident on your face as you discover the many bruises and cuts littering his face, the work of your husband. you never thought that’s what he was doing when he wasn’t with you. 

“i’m sorry you have to see this,” he says with a groggy voice, visibly exhausted. he’s squinting his left eye, his eyelid puffy and red, purple all around where he got hit. 

you bend a little to take a closer look at his face, your hands hovering over his face, wanting to touch him, but holding back, scared to further hurt him. “jay did this to you?” you ask, and your tone is so soft, so delicate, it soothes jake. that’s what he needed to hear through the constant silence of the basement and the harsh sound of jay’s knuckles beating him up. 

jake shakes his head slightly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down. “it’s nothing,” he murmurs. 

“jake…” you whine, feeling bad for him, knowing he’s like this partially because of you. 

“i’m fine,” he reassures you, “i just… i just need you right now.”

“... need me? how?” 

jake is silent for a moment. his gaze lingers down your neck, your slender throat, soft and sensitive skin, so easy to tear apart. 

“untie me,” he asks.

you open your mouth then close it, suddenly unsure.

“jay said you did something to me,” you tell him, glancing down at your feet. “he was pretty certain, in fact.”

he shakes his head again like he’s disagreeing with you. “nothing,” he answers bluntly, no hesitation shown. “i did nothing that you didn’t want me to do.”

jake sounds genuine, he seems to be saying the truth, but deep down, something tells you the truth he believes in isn’t the real one. but how could you know, you don’t remember anything.

you don’t remember images, but you remember some sensations. a feeling of pleasure—of filthy, sinful pleasure. the ghost of fingertips brushing up your thighs, something hard sliding between your legs. it’s all blurry, nothing precise. who should you believe, someone who remembers what happened or vague sensations that could be nothing, yet anything?

“sweetheart,” jake’s voice brings you back to earth and you look back up at him. “untie me, please.”

“i can’t.”

he’s taken aback by your refusal, but he doesn’t let it show for more than a second. he stares blinkly at you for a moment, licking his lips, eyes dropping to your neck again. your hair has fallen out of the way, exposing your flesh, the most tender area of your neck, right where your jugular pulsates under. 

and there it is; his past bite mark. two dark red dots, the exact size of his canines. it’s beautiful, and just looking at it makes him hungrier, more eager. he pulls slightly on his wrists tied behind his back, his tongue passing between his lips once again. 

it’s like his eyes pierce through you as he gazes at you, like he can read your mind, like he knows everything about you. you feel tingles throughout your body from the top of your head to your tiptoes. the feeling is electrifying, almost addictive. 

“come here, i need you, baby,” he says, eyes now begging, eyebrows frowned. “i need… to taste you.”

and then, it’s like he can convince you with just one look. 

his teeth dig into you and you whimper, watching the ceiling and the single buld hanging from it. you can hear it buzzing loud and steady like when your ears ring. you can hear your blood being sucked out of you as well and jake swallowing it down his throat. it stings, but you don’t mind it. 

jake’s skin is cold, there’s no warmth emanating from him as your hands touch the back of his neck. he has no pulse either, but maybe you just can’t find it because jake is very much breathing—you feel it as he’s sucking on your blood, face hidden in the crook of your neck. it’s strange, everything seems weird… but it’s also familiar. you’ve experienced this before. with jake. his hands were free, though, and they were on you, touching you in ways he shouldn’t—in ways he doesn’t have the right to because you aren’t his. 

but you are now… you’re bound to him like you’d never be with jay. 

you’re straddling his thighs and if it wasn’t for the strong desire you strangely feel right now, you wouldn’t have him inside of you. your hands wouldn’t have unbuttoned his pants and you wouldn’t have aligned his cock with your entrance. but this desire is driving you, it’s thinking for you. 

you don’t like jake, he’s not your lover. jay is, he’s your husband, the love of your life. but tonight, none of this matters. all you can think about is jake filling you up, his teeth breaking through your skin and feeding himself off of your blood. you wish to be nowhere else. 

—-

your cold, unmoving body isn’t what jay expected to wake up to. 

if he thought seeing you hurt was the worst pain possible, having you dead in his arms is nothing comparable to it. the pain is heartbreaking, literally so. his heart is in pieces and he wishes he was also dead, not in your bed hugging your corpse, crying for the love that was so suddenly ripped away from him. 

life shouldn’t have been taken away from you so soon, not before jay could do anything about it. not before he killed jake himself.

jay looks down at your face, eyelids shut and lips parted, skin as cold as ice. his whole body is shaking because of his sobs, his tears obscuring his vision. he cradles you in his arms, the same arms that held you so many times before, slowly rocking you, bringing your head up to his.

he goes to kiss your forehead, your lips, but marks on your neck catches his eye. two dots one above the other. jay looks at it long enough that his tears reach his jaw, falling down and seeping into the white fabric of your nightgown. 

when he realizes, the sadness he was feeling transforms into uncontrollable anger. his head snaps to the door of your bedroom and a deep crease appears between his brows, clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth together. 

jake. the only man cruel enough to steal what’s most precious to jay out of pure jealousy. 

storming off into the basement, his guards behind him, jay kicks the door open, ready to put his hand around the man’s neck and tightens until life leaves him.

but he’s met with an empty chair. 

the rope that was holding his wrists and legs together lies on the floor like someone just untied him. jay shakes his head from side to side, slipping his fingers through his hair and gripping it tightly, staring at the ground wondering how this could have happened. how could he let this happen.

the murderer of his wife is free and left his house without him noticing. he knew he was dangerous, he knew it was his fault, but he still let him flee. 

while jay flips back the table, throws the chair in the corner of the room, screams at his men to find the monster who killed his wife, your body is still upstairs, lying limply in your shared bed. 

the sun creeps through the curtains and lights up the bedroom, kissing your face and the tip of your fingers. as it rises higher in the sky, the sunlight covers your arm and your chest. one of your fingers twitches, as if the sun is tickling it, and then it moves a second time. 

your eyes open and with a gasp, you sit up on the bed. you’re alive, but you’re not who you used to be.

you get out of bed and slowly make your way to the mirror hanging above your dresser. you don’t recognize yourself; you look ill, your lips are cracked, you have horrible dark circles… you look dead but you’re alive. 

you don’t feel cold nor warm, you’re not scared anymore, your teeth hurt and you’re inexplicably hungry for blood.

[bloomiize]

Evil Jake I can’t believe you I say as I open my legs wider 😝

[bloomiize]

THE SCHOOL THING IS SO REAL GIRLYPOPOPPOPP I HOPE EVERYTHIGN IS OKAY AND YURE TAKING CARE OF YOURSLEF CUX I KNOW LIKE I **KNOW** FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL HOW BAD SCHOOL CAN GET. But anyways i reallt do hope youre doing well muahhh<3

OMG I LOVE YOU THIS IS SO SWEET 😭 I’ve been going through it with school and a recent breakup #loredrop I’ll be back soon I think 🤞

[chamisulgrape]

make you mine 𖤐 [l.hs]

After finding out that Sunghoon's been keeping you from the rest of them, Heeseung makes it his mission to remind Sunghoon who the real boss is.

☆ part one (boss!sunghoon)| part two

☆ pairing → boss!heeseung x secretary!afab reader

☆ word count → 4.9k

☆ tags → office au, boss!heeseung, secretary!reader, boss!hyungline series

☆ smut tags → pwp, dubcon, unprotected p in v, bondage/choking (with a belt), degradation, blowjobs, floor sex, breeding kink, free use kink, dom/sub elements, lots of spit/drool, mention of free use relationship with boss!hyungline, reader is a whore for hyungline & she's playing the long game, tl;dr just lots of nasty smut

☆ warnings → one line mentioning that boss!heeseung and boss!jake get it on behind the scenes and inviting reader to join them... :3 not proofread as always

☆ a/n  → part 2 of boss!enha series finally out! reworked from one of my previous wips, pls reblog or leave me asks/comments if u enjoyed hehe that would make me very happy :3

♪ i wanna taste the crush, i wanna feel, i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you out, i wanna make you mine

minors dni.

You aren't surprised when Heeseung seeks you out, rather, you’re surprised by the purpose. 

You’ve just finished another late night meeting at the office, when Heeseung asks you to stay back. It’s late, around midnight, but it’s Heeseung, all of your bosses' boss, so you can’t really refuse—you shouldn’t. If Heeseung asks someone to do something, they listen—you always listen. 

You ignore the questioning look Sunghoon sends you. The rest of your bosses filter out slowly, along with the remaining executive staff and managers. 

Sunghoon lingers, shooting you another look of concern before he turns to Heeseung, who’s on his phone, leaning back in his chair at the very end of the table. “Heeseung, it’s pretty late, can’t you talk to her tomorrow?” 

Heeseung doesn’t even spare him a glance, still typing away on his phone. “This project is due in a month. She’s falling behind. She needs to catch up to everyone else.”

You know it’s bullshit. You know Sunghoon knows that it’s bullshit—but it’s Heeseung, and Sunghoon can’t argue against him. Sunghoon exhales, shrugging his laptop bag over his shoulder. He ducks down to press his lips against your cheek, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back. 

“I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay.” You nod. Sunghoon presses another kiss to your forehead before he leaves the conference room, leaving you and Heeseung alone.

“Heeseung,” you shift your weight on your feet. Heeseung is so, so far, but his presence suffocates you with his authority.

Heeseung finally looks up at this. You fidget awkwardly under the heavy gaze Heeseung’s looking at you with. “Hm?”

“What—what were you talking about?” You swallow. “We can go over everything now.”

Heeseung hums, voice low and deep. “Sure.”

You swallow, again. Heeseung walks over to the projector, plugging his phone into the USB port. Heeseung scrolls on his phone for a few seconds, before calling you over. 

“You wanna choose a song? Some background noise. Just to help us think.” Heeseung asks over his shoulder. You cross the room, stopping once you’re behind Heeseung, peering over his shoulder to look over at his phone.

“You can choose, Sir. Anything.” You reply, stepping back to create some distance between them.

“Anything?” Heeseung repeats. 

You shuffle your feet. “Yeah, anything is fine.”

Heeseung makes a sound in response, before he snorts. You furrow your brows in confusion. 

“What?”

Heeseung’s reply comes a second later. “It’s just funny, isn’t it?”

“What’s funny?” You, out of curiosity, lean forward to see what Heeseung is laughing about. 

Heeseung snickers, throwing his arm over your shoulders and handing you his phone. “Watch for yourself.”

You make a small sound, taking the phone into your hands. You regret it as soon as you do. You recognize it immediately—it being the video Heeseung is laughing at. You recognize it, in horror. 

“Press play, _____.” Heeseung says, voice smooth. 

“Heeseung—Sir, this,” you suck in a breath. “I can’t watch this.”

Heeseung pulls you closer and does it for you, pressing play on the video himself, murmuring a watch carefully. Your eyes go wide at the sound of the video echoing throughout the room, and the video playing on the huge projector. 

“Heeseung!” You look at him, horrified when you remember that Heeseung’s phone is connected to the speakers. 

Mortification washes over you at the sound of Sunghoon’s voice coming from the speakers and the sight of Sunghoon’s cock in your mouth—the same video Sunghoon recorded of you days ago. “Maybe I’ll send these to your bosses, hm? Let them all know how much you like this. Maybe I’ll let them take turns with you too.” 

Your fingers tremble around the phone. You’re too horrified to look anywhere but the screen. Your cheeks burn when you hear Heeseung laugh, his hot breath hitting your ear. 

Heeseung’s lips brush against your ear, and you vaguely register that the proximity between them has lessened; your shoulder digging into Heeseung’s chest and Heeseung’s arm still around your shoulders.

“Keep watching. It gets better.”

“Maybe even Jongseong. I see the way you look at him. You look at him the same way you look at Heeseung; the same way you look at me. Like if he asked you, you’d let him fuck you right then and there.”

You hear yourself whine in the video—you’re sure the whole company hears it, and you’re pretty sure your whole face is aflame with embarrassment. You want to cry—to run, to hide. You’re mortified. 

Heeseung stops the video, snatching the phone from your hands and turning it off with a click, leaving it on top of one of the speakers. He looks at you expectantly. You don't know what he wants, too horrified to even think clearly.

“Heeseung—this isn’t—it isn’t what you think it is.” You try, swallowing the lump in your throat down. 

Heeseung raises a brow. “What isn’t? The part about you wanting to fuck me, or the fact that Sunghoon’s cock was in your mouth?”

You inhale sharply. “No—it’s not like that.”

“It’s funny, we all knew Sunghoon had you wrapped around his finger, but we didn’t know it was like this. In the company bathroom too? God, he has you so desperate for him. Didn’t know you had it in you, Secretary _____.” Heeseung licks his teeth, and you let out a shuddering breath.

“That’s not true—it’s not like that.” You repeat. You sound like a broken record now.

“What? So you don’t want to me to fuck you? Sunghoon said if I asked, you would. Maybe it’s not me you want, maybe it’s Jongseong—no, don’t tell me, Jaeyun?” Heeseung has a sardonic grin playing on his lips, and distantly, it reminds him of Sunghoon. 

“What?” You feel exposed—naked under Heeseung’s gaze—like you’re being scrutinized.

Your boss of over three years. Heeseung, the man who hired you himself, interviewed you himself, chose you out of hundreds of women. And now here you two are. Cat and mouse. You’ve played right into his hands.

Maybe Sunghoon was never the one who had control of you. It feels like the real boss was here all along. Waiting for you—wanting you.

Heeseung’s grin never falters, it only widens as he steps back to shrug off his blazer to let it fall to the ground below him, leaving him in a plain white button-up shirt. You stare at the fabric—and oh my god, what’s happening. It’s not that you don't want it, you just never thought it would happen this way, not like this. Not this quickly either.

“Well?” Heeseung tilts his head, sending you an unamused look. You can’t tell if this is real; Heeseung was always hard to read, hard to figure out. “I don’t have all day.”

You gulp. “Heeseung—I don’t—I don’t even have anything on me. We—”

“That’s okay. It’s better that way,” Heeseung reaches out to pat your hair, finger brushing through tangles. You feel like a joke. The feeling of embarrassment never fades, instead, settling into your body as a comfortable buzz. “Get on your knees and get me wet, okay?”

Maybe it’s the anticipation, or the respect you have for Heeseung—or the fact that you’d do absolutely anything Heeseung tells you to—but you nod, brain and body moving on autopilot. Your mind is fuzzy, radio static. Heeseung pushes you down by the head, down until your knees hit the floor with a soft thud. 

“You’re so good for Sunghoon, you’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Heeseung murmurs, still petting your hair like you’re some sort of dog. You nod eagerly, hands coming up to grasp onto Heeseung’s thighs. 

Heeseung’s lip curls at the contact. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“No, Heeseung.” You reply quickly, obediently removing your hands quickly to rest in small fists by your side. Heeseung shakes his head lightly, and you salivates in anticipation when you hear Heeseung’s belt hit the ground. 

“Good. Get to work, Secretary _____.”

That’s how you find yourself like this: on your knees, your fingers gripping the hem of your skirt in an attempt to keep your hands down, and Heeseung’s cock, thick and heavy, resting on your tongue.

Heeseung isn’t as big as Sunghoon is, but for what he lacks in length, he makes up with girth. He fills up your mouth better than Sunghoon does, his cock stretches your lips just right. Your lids are hooded as you peer up at Heeseung through your lashes, trying to gauge his reactions so you know when to swallow, when to suck, when to graze your teeth against him the slightest bit.

“Stop fucking drooling,” Heeseung growls, voice low. You whine in response, it’s not like you can help it. “I don’t like it messy, didn’t Sunghoon tell you?”

You try your best to nod, just to show Heeseung that you do know, and that Sunghoon did tell you. You make a sound around Heeseung’s cock, causing Heeseung to groan lowly, pressing in deeper, deeper until the head of his cock barely brushes the back of your throat.

“You’re just like Jaeyun. Both get so dumb for cock that you can’t help but drool all over yourselves, like fucking whores.” Heeseung licks his teeth, smirking.

You whine, squeezing your thighs together. Heeseung only laughs lightly, running a hand through your hair. “Jaeyun’s sloppy, but at least he knows how to suck cock properly. You’re just boring. How do you get Sunghoon off like this? Doesn’t he teach you any better?”

Heeseung pulls out, frowning at the sight of the spit that’s collected in your mouth spilling out the corner of your lips. You chase after him, making a sound of protest at the lack of cock in your mouth. Heeseung lets you mouth at his tip for a moment before yanking you back by the hair.

“Has Sunghoon fucked you today?” You shake your head with a wince, but stay pliant under Heeseung’s hold. “Good. Then I’ll be the first.”

The thought of coming home to Sunghoon, Sunghoon knowing that Heeseung got his way with you first, Sunghoon smelling Heeseung on you—the thought makes your body vibrate, shake with anticipation.

“You’re so eager. Just like a dog.” Heeseung hums. His voice is sweet like honey, contradicting his words. Heeseung licks his teeth, grinning, and your stomach churns. “Maybe I should treat you like one, hm?” 

Heeseung releases his grip on your hair then, bending down until he’s squatting, eye-level with you. His eyes roam over your figure, and you feel so small under his gaze. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Heeseung says, and you respond with a nod. You’d take anything Heeseung gives him. Always.

Heeseung’s lips curl into a smirk, eyes burning holes into you. “Good. Sit.”

You choke on a breath. When you doesn’t comply, Heeseung frowns at you. “Didn’t you hear me? I said sit. Down.”

Heeseung reaches out, laying a hand on your shoulder, pushing you ever so gently. You follow, legs spreading wider and wider until your ass meets the rough carpet floor. Heeseung smiles then, petting your hair again. “Good girl.”

You inhale sharply, and swallow. Your cheeks heat at the praise, and you preen inwardly. Heeseung cards his fingers through your hair, before his hand falls lower, fingers brushing against your cheek before they grip at your chin. Heeseung tilts your head to the side. 

“You’re so pretty. Does Sunghoon ever tell you how pretty you are?” Heeseung asks, and you nod. “It’s a shame Sunghoon got to you first, me and Jaeyun would have so much fun with you. But Sunghoon shares, doesn’t he?”

You gulp. As much as Sunghoon likes to tease you about the other members, You know that he’s possessive, more than just jealous and selfish. Sunghoon doesn’t like to share, he just likes the thought of the members wanting, and not being able to have. Sunghoon likes to come out on top.

You shake your head, and Heeseung releases his hold on your chin. “Tsk, he’ll just have to learn to then.”

”Does Sunghoon ever mark you?” Heeseung reaches behind you, and you hears the clatter of something on the floor before you see Heeseung’s belt in his hand. 

You swallow. “No, Heeseung. I don’t let him—the company would see.”

Heeseung’s lips turn down, and he frowns. “Shame. You’d look so pretty with marks, wouldn’t you?” You nod, squeezing your thighs together at the thought of wearing Heeseung’s marks—having Sunghoon seeing Heeseung’s marks on you. 

Heeseung seems to read your mind, because the next words that come out of his mouth are, “I’ll make sure to mark you good. I’ll mark you so that Sunghoon sees it for days, so that every time you look in the mirror, you’re reminded of me.”

You don't get a chance to reply before Heeseung wraps the belt around your neck and pulls you forward lightly. Heeseung secures the belt around your neck, and you cough when the buckle digs into your throat. Heeseung tightens it, looping one end through the buckle. 

Heeseung stands then, holding the strap of the belt in his hand. He yanks the belt suddenly, and you fall face-forward, choking on a breath as your cheek presses into Heeseung’s thigh. You hear Heeseung laugh, and your face burns with mortification. Heeseung doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that his cock is still out, brushing against your hair. The realization causes you to hide your face in between Heeseung’s legs, ashamed.

“Look at me,” you take a deep breath, shaking your head. “Your boss is asking you to do something.”

You pull back, carefully, to look up at Heeseung. You gnaw on your lip, blinking up at Heeseung with wide eyes. Heeseung tugs on the belt again, and you let yourself be pulled, chin resting against Heeseung’s thigh as you maintain eye contact. Heeseung’s cock brushes against your cheek, and you are suddenly filled to the brim again with want. You have to swallow your saliva down when your mouth pools with spit. 

You whine, chin digging into Heeseung’s leg. Heeseung toys with the end of the strap, and he coos. “What? What do you want? Tell me.”

“Heeseung,” you pout. Heeseung knows what you want, he’s just being mean. 

Heeseung tilts his head, humming. “What?”

“Heeseung, please.” You plead, eyes scrunching up when Heeseung pulls on the belt again. Your neck already aches, and a dull pain settles in throughout your spine.

“You want me that bad?” You nod, and Heeseung’s lips twist mockingly. “How am I supposed to say no to you when you look so pretty for me?”

Heeseung grips the belt tighter as he moves to stand behind you, and your heart beats rapidly, anticipation growing again. Heeseung pushes you forward harshly, and you let out a startled yelp when your chest and cheek hit the dirty carpet. You swallow down the sudden disgust and try not to think about how filthy the floor is. You want Heeseung too badly to be worrying about how dirty the floor must be.

With your face turned to the windows, in the reflection, you can still see Heeseung like this. You also see yourself; face and cheeks pink, hair a mess from Heeseung grabbing at it, and your dress-shirt crinkled and pushed up to your stomach. 

Heeseung squats behind you, belt strap wrapped securely around his hand. Heeseung gives it another tug, and you wince in pain as the buckle digs deeper into the soft skin of your throat. You can already feel the belt-shaped bruises forming—and you can’t stop yourself from whining because you want them. You want so badly to sport Heeseung’s marks, to see how Sunghoon reacts to seeing the bruises on your neck—bruises that aren’t his.

Heeseung runs his free hand up the back of your leg, fingers barely brushing underneath your skirt. You whimper, and you mumble out another please. 

“Please? Please what? You have to tell me what you want.” Heeseung murmurs, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt. 

You press your thighs together, squeezing them in an attempt to give yourself any sort of friction or relief. Heeseung tuts, pinching your leg as he reprimands you. “Stop.”

“Heeseung—touch me, please,” you breathe out, begging. “Need it, I want you so bad—please.” 

Heeseung’s thumb rubs against your flesh, soothing over where he pinched you. “So polite. Should I give you what you want?”

You try your best to nod, cheek rubbing against the floor. “Please, Hee—Heeseung, please.”

Heeseung lets go of the belt, leaning back and letting the strap fall to the floor. You shiver as Heeseung pulls your skirt and panties down harshly, throwing them off somewhere to the side, before—

“Fuck, this is why Sunghoon doesn’t share. He doesn’t want anyone else fucking you because you have the prettiest fucking pussy.” Heeseung exhales slowly, and you shudder, legs subconsciously spreading wider to present yourself to Heeseung. 

You take a shaky breath as the cold air hits your cunt, goosebumps forming on your bare legs. Heeseung is staring between your legs like he can’t look away.

“Could’ve been fucking you here before Sunghoon did,” Heeseung runs both of his hands up your thighs, stopping at your ass. He spreads your cheeks apart slowly, watching as your hole flutters at the contact, clenching around nothing. “I don’t blame him, would’ve kept you in my bed too if I knew you looked like this.”

“Heeseung, touch me, please—need you so bad.” You say, voice cracking, dripping with desperation as you raise your hips the slightest, pushing back against Heeseung’s hands. Heeseung squeezes your cheeks once before removing his hands, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Does Sunghoon fuck you here?” Heeseung asks, running a finger through your slit. Your hips buck, and you moan, nodding. You press your lips together to hold back another moan as Heeseung spreads your lips apart with his fingers. 

Heeseung exhales shakily. “Of course he does—how could he not? He probably fucks you in the office too, when we’re all working, huh? Is that why he drags you off so often? To fuck in the bathroom while we’re all here?”

“Heeseung, please.” You whine out, teetering between wanting to cry out of frustration or begging for Heeseung to just touch you already.

“You can be patient, can’t you?” Heeseung sighs, shaking his head lightly. “Thought I taught you how to wait like a good girl.”

You sniffle, holding back tears of frustration. You nod, lips curling into a pout. “Yes, Heeseung.”

Heeseung smiles, satisfied with your answer and obedience. He drags the pads of his fingers through your slit again, brushing lightly over your hole before retracting them and repeating the motion. 

“You’re so wet, you’re practically dripping. Do you like me that much?” Heeseung teases. You squeeze your eyes shut, and nod again, bashfully. “You’re so cute, aren’t you?”

In a second, Heeseung’s hands are on your hips, raising you until you’re ass up and holding yourself up with your palms. Heeseung smooths his hand down your back, squeezing the side of your hip. You hate how your stomach constricts at the position—hates how your hole leaks and coats your inner thighs with more slick. 

“Want it?” Heeseung runs his fingers through the mess, dragging his fingers up until they hover right against your hole. You give a full-body shudder, eyes falling shut. 

“Yes, please—Heeseung. Please.” You sniffle again, and Heeseung hums, thoughtfully. When you open your eyes, Heeseung is holding onto the belt strap again. You clench at the sight of him.

Heeseung circles a finger around your hole, pushing in the tip of his finger before pulling back. You whine, head falling forward. You hear Heeseung swallow, loud and clear in the quiet meeting room.

“Stop whining like a bitch. I’ll give you what you want.” Heeseung says, sharply, before yanking on the belt as he pushes three fingers inside of you without warning. 

Your reaction is instantaneous; you practically sob, moaning so loud that you hear it echo throughout the room, and fall face forward onto your chest. You hear Heeseung click his tongue, fingers stilling where they are, knuckle-deep inside of your cunt.

“You’re so fucking noisy,” Heeseung hisses. “Sunghoon never teach you how to be quiet? I’m not gonna fuck you if you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

“Sorry—I’m sorry, Heeseung, ‘m sorry.” You mumble out, then bite down on your bottom lip so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you broke skin. You try your best to stay quiet as Heeseung rubs at your clit with his thumb, moving the fingers he has inside you slowly every few seconds.

Heeseung tugs on the belt in time with every circle of his finger, every rub at your clit is another tug, another pull. You can feel yourself leaking slick around Heeseung’s fingers and down to your thighs, you can hear it so loudly each time Heeseung crooks his fingers inside of you.

Heeseung pulls his fingers out then, detaching himself from you completely. You clench around his fingers in an attempt to keep them inside of you.

“No, no, no! Heeseung, why! Don’t,” You stammer helplessly, so painfully empty now that Heeseung’s fingers aren’t inside of you. You choke on a sob, a plea. “Don’t stop! Why’d you stop?”

You lift yourself off of the ground, weight resting on your forearms as you turn back to look at Heeseung. Heeseung gazes back at you, and there’s a sort of fondness in his eyes that contradicts the small, uninterested frown on his face. 

Heeseung drops the belt to reach further, hand gripping the back of your head and his thumb digging into your cheek. All the air leaves your lungs when Heeseung forces you down again. You stay pliant, cheek pressed firmly against the floor once more.

“Stay down. Did I tell you that you could get up? I don’t fucking think so.” Heeseung punctuates it by pressing you down harder, and your cheekbone aches with the force of it.

“No, Heeseung. ‘m sorry,” you mumble, cheek squished between Heeseung’s fingers and the floor. You feel saliva drip out the corner of your lip, making a mess between your cheek and seeping into the carpet. “I’ll be good—I’ll be good for you, Heeseung.”

Heeseung clicks his tongue, giving your head one last squeeze before he lets up, leaning back onto his knees again. “You’re so difficult. I thought Sunghoon would’ve taught you better, but he just lets you act like a spoiled fucking pillow princess.”

You exhale shakily, breath coming out in short huffs. The way Heeseung treats you is so very different from Sunghoon. With Sunghoon, you can press all his buttons. You can tease and make snarky remarks all you want untll Sunghoon snaps, until Sunghoon fucks submission into you. With Heeseung, you know better than to speak out of turn. You know to remember your place. 

“I’m sorry, Heeseung. I’ll be better, please, I’ll be good for you,” you trail off with a whine, high and needy in the back of your throat. “Heeseung, please.”

“You’re a whore,” Heeseung hisses. Your pulse thrums with excitement and adrenaline and then fear when you feel the head of Heeseung’s cock brush against your hole. “Bet Sunghoon doesn’t even have to stretch you out before he fucks you, ‘cause your cunt is already all used up and fucked loose, just like a bitch.”

You scream when Heeseung pushes into you, hips flush against your ass and cock deep inside of you, the girth stretching you open so nicely and painfully that you can only cry helplessly, your head a spinning haze of pain and submission and pleasure.

“God, and you’re a screamer too? Sunghoon must have so much fun with you.” Heeseung says lowly, pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock catches on your rim, and then punching back into you. 

Your cheek rubs against the floor with every thrust Heeseung delivers. “Heeseung! Fuck!”

Heeseung yanks you up by the belt, using it to pull his hips forward, timing every thrust with another tug. The buckle of the belt has rubbed the skin of your throat raw, but the pain only adds to the growing coil in your stomach. You want Heeseung to make you bleed, you want there to be bruises—scars. 

“Heeseung—so good! It’s so good, Heeseung,” your eyes roll back when Heeseung’s cock hits you just right, rubbing against your walls and pressing repeatedly into the spot that makes your vision go blurry. “Oh, fuck, Hee—”

Heeseung speeds up his thrusts then, gripping the belt tightly in his fist as he slams into you, so strong that you have to claw at the floor, nails scratching and digging helplessly as you try to find anything to steady yourself as your body rocks forward. Heeseung presses his back to your chest, leaning in. “You can’t get pregnant, can you?”

“No—fuck, I can’t. Birth control.” You shake your head, hair falling into your eyes. 

“Shame,” Heeseung says, disappointed. “Would’ve knocked you up, let Sunghoon know you’re walking around with my kids.” Heeseung groans and stills his hips, pressing further into you, deeper. You whimper, clenching around his cock when you feel Heeseung twitch inside of you. 

“Heeseung! Want it, please, please!” You babble incoherently, mind going blank at the thought of Heeseung claiming you from the inside, breeding you.

“Yeah?” Heeseung groans, hips snapping forward as he tugs on the belt again, relishing in the way you bare your neck in submission. “You want my kids? You’re a shitty secretary anyway. You’d be so much better in my bed every night, letting me fuck you pregnant.” 

You cry, switching between moaning out small please’s and Heeseung’s, too fucked dumb to think straight or talk properly. 

Heeseung laughs behind you, speeding up his thrusts again. “You’re so obedient. You just take what’s given to you, hm? Like a fucking dog.”

Tears spill out of your eyes, and you love it. You love feeling used by Heeseung, feeling helpless and pathetic and below him, feeling like nothing but Heeseung’s pet to fuck. The thought has you clenching around Heeseung’s cock again, and it’s music to your ears when Heeseung groans lowly.

Your moans are high and whiny and loud, so loud that Heeseung has to reach out with his free hand to muffle you, fingers digging into your cheek so hard that you think it’s going to bruise.

“You’re too fucking loud. What’d I tell you about being loud? It’d be nice if you didn’t just sound like a whiny bitch all the time.” 

Heeseung fucks you fast, and your ears and senses are all focused on him; your mind is livid with the thought of Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung and your ears are filled with sounds of the small squelches of Heeseung fucking into your hole. 

Your cries are muffled behind Heeseung’s hand, and you have to breathe in sharply with every punch of Heeseung’s hips. Your orgasm builds up quickly, you’ve been on edge ever since Heeseung fastened the fucking belt around your neck.

Heeseung removes his hand to fist it back in your hair instead, pulling your head back so high that your neck aches, pain spreading all the way to your lower back and through your bones. “Say my name.”

“Heeseung! Heeseung, Heeseung, fuck, Heeseung!” You cry out in a painful mix of torture and pleasure. 

Heeseung growls, low in the back of his throat as he yanks on the belt with more force. “Say my name. Again.”

“Heeseung,” you moan, trailing off into a desperate sob. “Heeseung! Heeseung, Heeseung, ah!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna make sure Sunghoon knows I fucked you. Gonna cum in you, let Sunghoon know that he’s got my sloppy seconds.”

That’s what does it for you. Your body seizes up, and you tighten so hard around Heeseung when you finally cum hard. Your body wracks with shivers as you cum around Heeseung’s cock. You nearly black out, and you fall limp under Heeseung’s grip.

“Fuck, fuck.” Heeseung groans, fucking you through it. 

“Heeseung! Heeseung, please, please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point, head muddled and fuzzy in a post-orgasm bliss. 

Heeseung follows shortly after, hips stilling deep inside of you as he cums, filling you to the brim and claiming you from the inside. You bask in it, satisfaction fills you. This is what you wanted, this is what you’ve been waiting for. 

You breath heavily as you catch your breath, still slumped on the floor. Heeseung pulls out, and you grimaces at the feeling of warm cum dribbling down your thighs. 

“You know, Heeseung, that was kinda fast.” You say, and Heeseung yanks the belt so hard that you get whiplash.

Heeseung snorts, his grip tight around the belt. “I bet I lasted even longer than Sunghoon does.”

You shake your head with a smile, glancing at the clock that hangs in the corner of the room. You squint, taking a mental note of the time. “You think you can last longer than Jay?”

“I know I can.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, dropping the belt and pushing himself off the floor to clean himself up.

You huff, licking your teeth with a smug smile. “I’ll see.”

“What, you’re planning on going to him next?” Heeseung snorts, again, before kneeling down in front of you. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up. “Why don’t you come play with me and Jaeyun, hm? We’ll treat you good, better than Jay and Sunghoon can.”

You shudder, clenching around nothing as more cum trickles out of your hole. Heeseung tilts his head with a smirk, “Yeah?”

“Maybe.” You keep your voice steady, but you’re sure Heeseung can see your lips tremble. 

Heeseung hums before standing up, stretching his arms above his head. “Clean yourself up. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

a/n: it's finally out !! each of the parts will showcase different dynamics, if u didn't notice what i was doing already! i wanted to show and write the different dynamics that reader has with hyungline :3

[bloomiize]

This was absolutely disgusting give me 500 more

[bloomiize]

writing is on hold I’m getting my ass kicked in school rn this is so sad

[bloomiize]

pretending you're not one of the ai users in your fics?

omg first ai accusation 😱 erm so heyyy how are you I’m doing great thanks for asking 😄😄 the closest to thing to ai I’ve used is grammarly premium! I’m still trying to figure out my own writing style so I take a lot of inspo from fics I read on here, no I am not copying or plagiarizing, if I like a flow of a sentence I’ll note it down so I can try it out.

Most of my writing style is a mosaic of different authors I liked reading. I’m also trying to expand my vocabulary and I’ve been using a thesaurus and looking up better words so maybe that’s where the claim came from? Idk I’m just kinda tired of the words “groan” and “desperate” repeating a lot

I’m gonna assume that this wasn’t a baseless accusation and that some of my writing did seem ai, however I would like to clarify that it is not. I’m just a freak who is trying out writing. Is it the best? No. Is it still mine? Yes!

Yeah ok I don’t know how to properly use em dashes you got me 😟 I just put them in places that could be a comma 🤷‍♀️ maybe that’s also a red flag? I’m not sure but I hope this clears some things up

[hoonieyun]

em dashes are kicking some of yalls ass lmao sure it could be an indicator of using ai but also some of us bitches just have a lot to say!! use that em dash!! and fuck ai!!!

[bloomiize]

REAL!! Ykw sometimes I be putting em dashes just because it feels right

[millalune]

WHAT THE FUCK

FLASHBACK

Heeseung had been rehearsing for days. Every time he looked at you, the words would start forming in his mind, only to dissolve the moment you turned to smile at him.

He knew you like the back of his hand your favorite songs, how you liked your ramen a little too spicy, the way you always flipped your hair when you were nervous.

You were his person.

And somehow, over time, that quiet comfort turned into something more.

He liked the way you said his name. Not “Heeseung” like everyone else, but “Seungie,” soft and familiar, like a secret only you two shared.

He liked the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed too hard, or how you always dragged him into convenience stores just to buy snacks you’d forget in your bag for days. He liked everything.

And he hated that he liked everything because it meant risking everything.

But he couldn’t keep pretending anymore. Not when his heart skipped every time your shoulder brushed his.

Not when he found himself memorizing the way your fingers curled when you were cold, wishing he could be the one to warm them.

So he decided to confess to you today.

He waited outside your favorite café, His palms were sweating. He kept checking his phone even though you always arrived right on time.

When you appeared, it was like everything paused for a moment. The sunlight hit your face just right, and for a second, he thought, Maybe this could really happen.

“Seungie!” you called, waving. You jogged over to him, cheeks flushed from the cold. “I’ve been dying to tell you something.”

His heart started racing. He smiled, trying to play it cool, but he could feel the words clawing their way up his throat.

“Yeah?” he said, voice softer than he meant. “What is it?”

You practically bounced on your feet. “I’m dating someone.”

heeseung’s world stopped.

“Jinyoung,” you continued, grinning from ear to ear. “Isn’t that crazy? It just sort of happened. We’ve been hanging out after class and… I don’t know, it felt right.”

Heeseung’s mouth opened, then closed again. He was sure something in his chest cracked a little.

“That’s… great,” he managed. “I’m happy for you.”

And he meant it, in some distant part of himself. Because you were happy. Because you were smiling. But god, it hurt.

You tilted your head, looking up at him with those eyes that always saw him too well. “Were you gonna tell me something too?”

There it was. The moment. A wide-open door he could still step through.

But all he could see was you, talking about Jinyoung the way he always hoped you’d talk about him.

He shook his head, lips curling into a small, hollow smile. “Nah. Just wanted to see you. That’s all.”

You nodded, linking your arm through his like nothing had changed.

But everything had.

That night, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your voice echoing in his head like a song stuck on repeat.

Jinyoung… we’re dating… felt right…

He never told you.

Not that day. Not the next. Not when Jinyoung became a regular topic of conversation.

Not even when you cried on his shoulder the first time Jinyoung hurt you.

He kept it buried. Buried beneath jokes and late-night calls and every time you said “Seungie” without knowing what it did to him.

Because loving you wasn’t the hard part. Letting you go without ever knowing that was.

END OF FLASHBACK

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synopsis - after ending a seven-year relationship when your boyfriend cheats on you with your friend, what better way to show you’ve moved on than by ‘dating’ the one guy he was always worried about?

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Omg I’m ill

[hoonstqr]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 DESIRE────UNLEASHED ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾

警告 : smut, virginity loss, whiny hoon, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex, fwb(?), he's such a loser i love him 1904 for my sub enha truthers @byshens and @kikidoul. a hoonstqr fic without any degradation?! *gasps dramatically* lowk dont like this but fuck it we ball

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“you’re still a virgin?!” you exclaimed, your voice bouncing off the walls of sunghoon’s cluttered room.

his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, eyes darting around like a trapped animal looking for an escape. “yes,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart.

you leaned back against the pillows, a smirk playing on your lips as you studied him. his hands were fidgeting in his lap, and you couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that made him so nervous. “why are you so jumpy?” you asked teasingly.

sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “i just... i don’t know how to do this,” he stuttered.

“do what?”

sunghoon’s eyes widened as he stared at you, his voice quivering. “this...this kind of thing,” he said, gesturing awkwardly between the two of you.

“you mean sex?” you said, as your smirk grew wider. you had a feeling that sunghoon was more than just a little inexperienced, but you didn’t realize he was a virgin. this was going to be interesting.

his eyes grew even wider, if that was possible. “y-yes,” he whispered, his voice so faint it was almost lost in the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

you leaned forward as you placed a gentle hand on his knee. he jolted at the contact, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “don’t worry,” you assured him, your voice smooth and comforting. “i’ll take it slow. we’re just friends, right?”

sunghoon nodded, his knee felt like it was made of jello under your touch, and you could feel the tension radiating from his body.

you slid your hand up his thigh, watching his face closely for any signs of discomfort or objection. his breath hitched, but he remained still, his eyes locked onto yours. the fabric of his sweatpants grew tight as your hand reached the apex of his thighs, and you felt his erection growing beneath your fingertips. “see?” you whispered. “there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

sunghoon’s cheeks burned as he nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of excitement and fear. you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze before sliding your hand away, giving him a moment to collect himself. “how about we start with something simple?” you suggested, standing up and moving closer to him. “like kissing?”

his pupils dilated, and he swallowed hard. “k-kissing?” he stuttered, his voice hoarse.

you nodded, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “yeah,” you whispered, closing the distance between you. “just a kiss. to get us started.”

sunghoon’s breathing grew shallower as you leaned in, his eyes closing instinctively. when your lips met, it was like a spark had ignited between you. his body jerked, but you held firm, your arms sliding around his neck as your mouths melded together. your tongue slipped past his trembling lips, and you felt his whole body shiver in response.

his hands hovered in the air for a moment before finally settling on your hips, pulling you closer as he tentatively kissed you back. the kiss grew messier, more desperate, as your tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. your teeth clicked against his, and you felt his hard cock pressing against your stomach. he moaned softly, and the sound was like music to your ears.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging gently as you deepened the kiss, your other hand sliding up to cup his cheek. his whimpers grew louder, and you felt a smug satisfaction knowing you were the one making him feel this way. your mouth left a trail of wet kisses down his jaw and neck, and his breath hitched as your teeth grazed his skin. sunghoon’s hands tightened around your hips, his nails digging in slightly as he tried to control his urges.

eventually, you pulled away, both of you panting and flushed. you looked into his eyes, dark with lust, and smirked. “now, i want you to show me how you jerk off,” you murmured, your voice low and seductive. sunghoon’s eyes widened, and he blinked rapidly, as if trying to process your words. “w-what?” he stuttered, his voice a high-pitched squeak.

“i want to know what you do when you think about me.” 

his hands trembling slightly. slowly, he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed his hard, throbbing erection.

fuck. he was big, no, huge. his dick was standing at full attention, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it. “go ahead,” you said, your voice thick with lust. “touch it.”

sunghoon’s hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. his thumb brushed over the slit, spreading the precum around the head. you watched, mesmerized, as he began to stroke himself, his movements jerky and uncertain. his breathing grew ragged, and he bit his lip to stifle his moans.

the precum was slick on your fingers as you reached out and touched him, feeling the warm, velvety skin of his cock. sunghoon’s eyes shot open, and he gasped at the sensation of your hand on him. you took over, matching the rhythm of his own touch. you felt his dick throb in your hand, and knew he was close.

“fuck,” he whispered, his hips bucking slightly. you could feel the heat of his cum spurt into your hand as you stroked him. sunghoon’s body went limp. his cheeks were a deep scarlet, and his eyes were squeezed shut tight. “i-i’m sorry,” he stuttered, his voice shaking. “i didn’t mean to...i couldn’t…”

“shh, it's okay,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his cupid's bow. “that was pretty hot.” 

his eyes flew open, meeting yours. “really?”

“really, you’re so sensitive, it’s adorable.”

“i-i guess,” he mumbled, his voice still shaky.

you smirked, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bed. “let’s see how quickly you can cum again.”

sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise as you straddled his thighs. you reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned abs and a well defined v-cut.

you leaned in and kissed his neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips. your chest brushed against his bare chest, and he gulped, his hands hovering around your waist. “touch me,” you whispered. 

his trembling hands slid up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above your waistband. you arched your back, pushing your tits into his chest, and felt his erection twitch in response. “like this?” he asked, his voice shaking with anticipation.

you nodded, biting your lip as you felt his hands move up to cup your breasts. “uh-huh,” your eyes clamped shut as he squeezed gently. his thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. his touch was clumsy, but earnest, and it was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

you pulled your shirt off over your head, tossing it aside. your bra followed, and sunghoon’s eyes went wide at the sight and his breathing grew heavier. you could feel his cock throb against your thigh.

“you like that?”

you whispered against his ear, your breath hot and tickling the sensitive skin there. sunghoon’s nod was jerky, his eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to hold onto the last threads of his sanity.

he was still hard and glistening from his previous orgasm. you couldn’t resist taking it in your hand again, feeling the rough skin and the way it filled your palm so perfectly.

you straddled his hips, his erection poking against your thigh. “do you want me to ride you?” sunghoon's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating even further. “r-ride me?” he stammered.

you smirked, your hands sliding down to grip his cock once again. “yeah,” you murmured, your voice dripping with desire. “wanna feel you inside me.”

sunghoon’s eyes rolled back in his head as you lined him up with your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “p-please,” he whimpered, his hips bucking slightly.

you smirked as you slid down onto his length. he was so thick that it took some effort to take him all in, but the way he filled you up was exquisite. you threw your head back, a moan tearing from your throat as your body adjusted to the new sensation. “fuck,” you breathed out, the word echoing in the quiet room.

sunghoon’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back his own moans. he knew it hurt women when they lost their virginity, but the way his cock felt being squeezed so tightly was a pain unlike any other. it was a mix of pleasure and pain, like a delicious agony that had him panting and writhing beneath you.

his eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth clenched as he felt you stretch around him. his hands dug into your hips, urging you to move faster, deeper. you began to rock back and forth, feeling his cock hit all the right spots inside of you. each movement sent waves of pleasure through your body.

the pain was intense for sunghoon, but the way you were gripping him so tightly, he’d never felt anything so incredible, so all-consuming. he could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix, and it was driving him wild.

his hips bucked up to meet your movements, his body begging for more. you leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth as if you were claiming him. your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but whimper into your mouth.

he’d heard about it from his friends, and saw it on twitter, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of it. the way your tight cunt gripped him like a vise was both agonizing and incredible. every inch of his cock was enveloped in your warm, wet heat, and it was a sensation that was driving him to the brink of madness.

his hips jerked upward, meeting your movements with a desperate need to be deeper. the pressure was building, and he could feel his balls tightening.

“y-you’re so...tight,” he stuttered, his eyes squeezed shut. you could see the veins in his neck bulging with the effort of holding back. his body tensed and his grip on your hips tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching. he threw his head back, as he came inside of you. the feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that his vision swam with white heat.

you watched him, your own arousal spiking at the sight of his pleasure. his cock pulsed and throbbed, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into your cunt. your walls clenched around him, eager to milk every drop from him.

your moans grew louder, your body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt your pussy clench around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. sunghoon’s heart hammered against your chest, and you could feel his cum trickling out of you. “you really are a quick shot.”

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Loser virgin sunghoon brainrot

[b1mbodoll]

hung virgin jake is too good!!! he watches too much porn and thinks he can just slide into you, surprised and a little mad at your whining, mocking you when you tell him it's too much

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: noncon + use of the word r*pe + big dick! jake + virgin! jake + blood + creampies + breeding + degradation + impact play + manipulation + fingering

💌: shut up i just moaned /pos /lh ☆ ok hi this is gabi after writing. i didn’t mean to make this so dark, but what is b1mbodoll without noncon.

jakey thinkin he can just slide in with no prep…. i actually feel insane. you’re whimpering and begging him to take it slow n be gentle because he’s so big. so fucking girthy, too. he thinks a little spit on your tight pussy and the steady dribbles of precum trailing along his length are enough to spread you open.

his cock is heavy where it rests over your cunt and genuine fear courses through you because there’s no way he’ll fit like this. “j-jakey, wait,” you pant, hands reaching out to push at his abdomen, eyes wide. “you need to prep me, baby, look at you. you’re too big, ‘s gonna hurt.”

“no, sweetheart, you’re wrong. i’ve seen a buncha videos before, it’ll feel good, jus’ take it, yeah?”

he sounds so earnest; there’s no way he truly thinks porn is real, right? you can’t take him and you’re unsure how else to convince him of that. “i can’t! jakey, you’re not listeni — fuck! oh god, stopstop.”

it feels like you’re being split in two, tiny pussy stretched beyond it’s limits despite your pleas for jake to fucking stop as he forces the blunt head of his fat cock inside; just the tip and it’s already too much, your inner walls spasming and clenching around him, eyes squeezed tightly because it hurts so bad and he hasn’t even filled you up completely yet.

jake stops once his cockhead slips in, afraid to cum before he’s had the chance to properly fuck you, nostrils flaring while he tries to hold off his orgasm, dick pulsing and his balls tight, more and more precum drooling from his slit and wetting your hole, teeth sinking into his lip so hard the soft skin breaks, the taste of blood bringing him back to his senses.

you feel so good wrapped around him n he cant help but continue to sheath himself in your pussy, pressing his hips forward and groaning as his cock bullies its way into you, inch after inch causing you to let out pained cries that make his chest ache but he can’t stop, not until you’re stuffed full of his thick cum.

you’re hitting him now, throwing your fists at his chest in a weak attempt to get him off, full on sobs making the guilt he felt a second ago shift into something meaner.

“you’re fucking weak,” he spits, and gone is your sweet boyfriend. you don’t recognize the man above you. “y’wanna cry so bad, i’ll give you something to cry about, whore.”

jake’s earlier fear of cumming too soon is long forgotten; he catches your hands when you go to strike him again and pins them to the mattress before slamming his hips against yours, remaining inches now fully inside and you can feel him snug against your cervix, prodding at the entrance of your womb.

he doesn’t give you a chance to at least try accomodating to the discomfort, setting a brutal pace immediately, headboard knocking against the wall as his cock ruins you, hurts you, violates you.

you don’t want this anymore, so why is he continuing this torment?

jake believes you were made for him, for his cock. it shouldn’t hurt.. you’re lying. you have to be. it’s supposed to feel good. crocodile tears and yelps wont change his mind. you’re his little plaything. his pocket pussy. he’ll only get better at fucking you with practice, so he’ll use you whenever and however he wants.

you can’t do anything except let him have his way with you, too tired to continue fighting him, but just coherent enough to try convincing him with your words.

your voice is strained, throat raw but you ignore the soreness and attempt to speak through whines. “jake, y’gotta stop. i don’t — oh god — don’t want this. y’know what the means don’t you? this is…”

tears blur your vision.

“this is what, huh? ‘s rape? is that what you were gonna say?” the condescending tone like a knife to your heart. “you’re such a fuckin’ dummy — hah fuck, so tight —” he groans. “this isn’t rape. you like it, i know you do. your pussy’s so tight, so fucking wet, all for me.”

your face crumples at his words; there really is no getting through to him.

jake continues to abuse your poor, sensitive cunt. it’s sickening how every brutal thrust allows for his cock to kiss the opening of your uterus, his balls slapping your ass creating an audible plap, plap, plap that makes you cringe and your hole gushes, drenching the sheets with your combined juices; the realization that you’re wet makes you wonder… was jake right? do you like this? it’s too much for you to process, body beginning to go limp beneath him.

“stay with me,” barks jake, clapping his palm against your cheek, “‘m not — fuck! — done, haven’t even cum yet. can’t pass out on me, i won’t let you.”

as if to prove his point, jake speeds up the pace, driving his length so deep it’s agonizing. “pretty pussy gripped me even tighter when i did this,” he backhands you this time and again, your walls contract, squeezing him so tight it makes him think you don’t wanna let go.

“are you a..” he starts, wracking his brain for the word used in a particularly violent porn clip he saw, split lip reopening when he smiles, “are you a painslut? like bein’ fucked open and slapped around, hm?”

you shake your head in denial, but jake’s having none of it. “yeah you fucking do, slut. say it. tell me you like this or i’ll do so much worse.”

“y-yes!” you all but scream, “yes i like it, jakey. i like it, i do, i do, i do! j-jus’ cum, ‘kay? fill me up, do it!”

god, jake really is stupid. you’re only agreeing and urging him to cum to get this over with but he seems to think you actually want him to cream your insides.

maybe you really do; if the way you wrap your legs around him are any indication.

his orgasm’s building with every drag of his impossibly thick cock, your body surrendering to him, forcibly used for his own pleasure and he presses his mouth to yours, his eyes shutting as your lips meet, your own wide open due to the taste of iron flooding your senses, a mess of spit and jake’s blood smearing onto your skin

he humps at you like a dog; desperate, sloppy, uncoordinated.

and although you hate to admit it, you can feel your own impending climax, not quite there but close. you need more; you need — oh fuck.

jake stills once he’s fucked into your womb, ropes of his thick, sticky cum painting you white and there’s so much, it feels neverending; despite the pain, despite the rough treatment you received and despite the fact that he did all of this without your consent; you cum.

you clamp around him tighter, if that were even possible, and pleasure makes your mind go blank. you try to block him out, unable to believe he did this and the fact that you came, but he makes it impossible.

how are you supposed to ignore jaeyun when two of his thick fingers join his cock inside of you after catching the globs of sperm that have dribbled out of you.

“said i’d fill you up,” he reminds you. “now i gotta make sure it sticks.”

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im sobbing from between my legs

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i can feel the depression coming up to ruin my life I SWEAR I CAN SENSE IT

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DAMN IT NERD ⋆˚࿔ ARE YOU LISTENING?

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags creampie, cockwarming, overstim, dirty talk = nerd talk, jake likes legos ✿ scene jake is sweet, dumb, and accidentally packing a weapon between his legs. no one understands how he landed his insanely hot gf, not even him. but she loves him anyway, even if he won’t shut up about legos, star wars, or his ridiculous love for her… especially during sex. note let’s pretend jake likes star wars ─── library ⊹ ࣪

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You’re not even sure how you got here.

Well, no… you do know. You were in bed, legs tossed over Jake’s shoulders, back arched, spine pressed into the mattress like a damn sticker. He was inside you. Deep. Relentlessly deep, like he was on a fucking mission.

You weren’t sure what the mission was, but Jake clearly was.

He was, talking.

Still.

“You know the Republic Gunship set?” he pants, rocking into you a little too slow for how breathless he sounds. “I’ve been saving up for it. It’s so cool. It has, like—twenty clone troopers. Twenty. And they all have these little helmets that come off. I didn’t even know they did that until—until I watched this review last week—shit, you feel so good—wait, so anyway—”

You cut him off with a groan, fisting the sheets. “Jake.”

“Huh?” He looks down at you, blinking like a golden retriever who just got caught chewing drywall. “What?”

“You’re talking about Legos again.”

“Oh.” He pushes his hips forward with a little whine. “Sorry. You’re just so warm and I was thinking about that set and how cool it’d be to build it with you while we watch Clone Wars and—and—fuck, you’re squeezing me again.”

You squeeze him on purpose this time. “That’s because you’re babbling about minifigs while you’re raw inside me, Jake.”

His eyes go big. “You like when I’m raw inside you.”

“I did. Before you compared it to building a Lego set.”

“Okay, okay, fair.” He nuzzles your neck like he’s not splitting you in half. “But also? You’re kinda like a Lego set.”

You stare at him. “Jake.”

“I mean that lovingly.”

You drop your head back against the pillow. “I swear to God, if this is going where I think it’s going—”

“Because like. You’ve got all these beautiful little pieces. And I wanna learn how they all fit together. Every time I touch you it’s like I’m figuring out where the next part goes—”

“Jake.”

“—like, do I kiss here?” He sucks a hickey under your jaw. “Touch here?” Trails his hand between your legs. “Or maybe—fuck—maybe I just fuck you and see what happens.”

You’re clenching again. Hard. And you hate that it works.

He beams. “See? You do like my metaphors.”

“I like your dick,” you hiss, arching as he thrusts up and hits that spot. “I tolerate your metaphors.”

“You love my metaphors,” he says smugly, fucking deeper like he’s trying to prove it.

You moan into the heel of your palm. “You’re insufferable.”

Jake whimpers, forehead tipping to yours. “You’re so hot when you’re mean to me.”

“You’re hot when you shut up.”

He slows, just a little, and looks genuinely wounded. “You don’t like when I talk?”

“I love when you talk,” you gasp. “Just not when I’m trying to come and you’re talking about fucking battle packs.”

“Oh.” He slips out almost entirely, just to push in again, hard. You cry out. His ears go pink. “Noted.”

You try to glare. You really do. But he leans down to kiss you and his stupid soft lips and stupid tongue make you forget how to breathe, let alone stay mad.

And the way he’s throbbing inside you doesn’t help.

Jake pulls away with a dumb little grin. “I think I’m gonna come. Can I stay in? I know I asked earlier but I wanna make sure it’s still okay—”

“Jake, yes, God, yes—”

He sinks into you one last time and shudders, full-body, like he’s short-circuiting. You feel him twitch, warm and heavy, and moan his name as his hand clutches at your waist like he’s scared you’ll float away.

He comes like he’s overwhelmed. Pretty and flushed, forehead pressed to your collarbone, one hand gripping your thigh like a lifeline.

You’re both panting. Slick. Shaking a little.

And then.

“Did you know the Lego Titanic set is almost four feet long—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry! I’m just—still inside you and happy and thinking about boats and I love you and—”

You grab his face and kiss him hard. He whimpers against your mouth, cock twitching again, not soft at all.

You pull back. “You’re gonna shut up now, right?”

“Totally,” he breathes, blinking fast. “Except—can I keep talking if it’s just about you?”

You blink. “Maybe.”

Jake buries his face in your neck. “Cool. ‘Cause I was gonna say, you’re prettier than every minifig I’ve ever owned. Like, if you were a collectible, I’d never take you out of the box.”

You groan. “That’s not romantic, Jake.”

He laughs. “I thought it was.”

You wrap your legs tighter around him and sigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“I’m lucky you let me fuck you.”

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then, very slowly, starts moving again. Just a little. Deep and slow, the kind of rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.

“Can I stay in?” he murmurs. “Just for a bit?”

You nod.

He smiles. “Cool. You feel better than any Lego set.”

You cover his mouth. “Just fuck me.”

You don’t know why you let him stay inside. You really don’t.

Maybe it’s the way he’s so big, the way he fills you up like you were made for it. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm brain melt. Maybe it’s the genuinely tragic puppy-dog look he gave you when he asked if he could just stay for a little while longer.

You said yes. Like a fool.

And now he’s talking again.

“Okay, but hear me out,” he mumbles against your collarbone. “If you were a Lego piece, I feel like you’d be one of those rare ones that only come in, like, three sets. And I’d trade my whole collection just to have two of you.”

“Jake.”

“Or like, like if I was building a Millennium Falcon and your piece wasn’t in the box? I’d cry. Like actual tears. I’d email Lego Customer Support and tell them it was a tragedy. I’d say my girlfriend is missing. That I can’t build without her. That it’s ruining my life—”

“You’re still inside me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m being romantic.”

You groan and throw an arm over your face. “Your idea of romance is comparing my vagina to missing plastic.”

“It’s not just plastic, it’s—hey, wait—” He props himself up on an elbow, wide-eyed. “Are you getting mad again?”

“I’m not mad,” you sigh. “I’m just. So full. And so tired. And you’re talking about spaceships and crying and clone troopers while your dick is still hitting my goddamn cervix.”

Jake flushes. Hard. “Oh. Sorry. I’m just…this is like, peak life for me. Like, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I think about it a lot and it makes me feel like I should be doing more. Like, you’re smart, and you wear those little skirts that make my brain short-circuit, and you never make fun of me for how much I love Star Wars even when I definitely deserve it—”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you getting hard again?”

He pauses. You feel him twitch inside you.

“…Maybe.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I can’t help it!” he whines, and somehow he sounds genuinely upset about it. “You’re so warm and soft and I like how you clench when I say dumb stuff, and I know I’m not supposed to keep talking, but I love you and I’m having a feelings crisis and also your tits are out and I didn’t even mention them yet.”

You uncover your eyes and glare. “Don’t.”

Jake glances down at your chest. Immediately goes pink. “Too late.”

You shift under him and he moans, a soft, helpless sound like he’s ashamed to have made it. You can feel him starting to get hard again, slow and steady like a threat.

And the worst part is? You like it. Your body’s already reacting. He’s still so thick, so deep, and now he’s whining like he can’t help but want more of you.

“God, you’re pretty,” he whispers, like he’s confessing something serious. “And I’m, ugh, I’m such a loser, I know. Everyone always asks how I got you and I never have an answer. They’re like, ‘is she into Legos too?’ and I have to lie and say yes, just so they don’t try to hit on you.”

You laugh. You shouldn’t, but you do. “So you lie about me being into Legos to keep me safe?”

He nods solemnly. “It’s the only way.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Jake beams. “Your idiot.”

He leans down and kisses you again, sloppy, soft, so sweet it makes your stomach flip, and you groan against his mouth when he accidentally rocks his hips.

And just like that, you’re clenching again. Wanting him. Wanting it all over again.

He breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Oh. That was—yeah. We’re doing it again, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Not if you keep talking.”

“I can be quiet!”

“You can’t.”

“I can. Watch—” He places a hand over his own mouth.

You raise a brow. “You look ridiculous.”

He wiggles his brows, nods, then thrusts.

You gasp. His hand flies off his mouth. “Oh fuck, that was hot—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He puts it back. Mutters behind his palm, “I just love you so much.”

You stare at him, flushed, wrecked, still hard and inside you, his hand awkwardly slapped over his own mouth, and you realize something terrible.

You’re gonna marry this dumbass.

You sigh, toss your head back, and say, “Fine. Just shut up and fuck me again.”

Jake nods furiously. Slips his hand from his face and whispers, “Yes, Captain.”

You sigh into the pillow.

🪷 ─── @gyarumindd

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