᧔♡᧓ grumpy riki! x sunshine reader! y/n ignoring riki so much, confused riki, surprise birthday party, mention of insecurities, a tiny bit suggestive, comfort
eight. next.
notes : miu here ! im back yall 🥳 so sorry for the little inactivity but i was suffering so bad but IM BACK, hope you guys liked this chapter. only one chapter left before the end of "don’t make me beg" 🥲 (if you didn’t get tag in the taglist, it’s mostly because i couldn’t find your username!)
c/w ੈ✩‧₊˚ loosely inspired by that trend ↑, minor drinking mentioned, father/son tension + yelling, language, pet names, possessive!rafe, praise, needy!rafe, mutual obsession, sitting in front of the shower watching you as foreplay, body worship, rough shower sex, dirty talk, begging + bicep around neck
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“So how much was it?” Max asks, casual as ever. “The whole… situation.”
He grins when Rafe stays silent, the man choking the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him from doing the same to his own flesh and blood, his blue eyes locked on the road ahead.
“That bad, huh? How much we talkin’?” Max goes on, words dragging and slurring together from too many shots. “Four? Five hundred bucks? Shoupe probably cut you a deal,” he adds, stretching out in the back seat, pulling his girlfriend in closer. “Can we stop for food—”
“Stop,” Rafe’s voice cuts through the car, making Max’s glazed eyes double, a nervous smile stretching across his lips with an uneasy laugh to go with it. “Stop. Talking.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Max adds, leaning forward, squinting, trying to get a better look at him through the dark. “What, you didn’t miss me?”
Rafe laughs, tight and cold. The obvious answer is yeah. The other answer—don’t push it. Not after blowing up my phone the second the wheels hit the ground, beggin’ for a get out of jail free card.
Nothing’s free. Not here.
“M’sittin’ on pins and needles, old man. What was it? Less than the sales tax on that watch you got on your wrist? Relax. You’re goin’ home to mom. That’s your thing, right? Focus on that. Forget about all this. You’re fine. I’m fine. She’s—” He squeezes his girlfriend’s hand, turning toward her. “She’s perfect, actually—”
“Shh—shut up, Max,” his girlfriend begs him, clamping her hand over his mouth, half-laughing, half-horrified, barely holding it together.
Max just smiles against her palm, pressing a lazy kiss into the center of it, utterly unbothered.
“A couple hundred? You got no clue, do you? You’re payin’ me back, Max.”
“Whatttt?” He chuckles, drawing out the word tipsily. “Probably wasn’t even that much—”
“Minor in consumption. One thousand dollars. Jacked it up to five to get it wiped off your record so you can play ball in the fall.”
“Damn… I mean, Kildare County’s finest is bendin’ over for five? That’s nothin’—”
“Nothing? Then take out your wallet. If five thousand isn’t a lot, let’s see it, kid. Hell, my pocket’s five K lighter—hand it over.”
Max lets out a short laugh, disbelieving, rolling his eyes. “I don’t just walk around with cash. Perks of bein’ old as fuck—SHIT!” Max yelps as Rafe slams on the brakes, sending the two of them jolting forward, your eldest getting clotheslined by the belt before thumping back against the seat with a thud.
“Enough,” Rafe’s warning breathes through the silence. Max buttons his lips, trying not to laugh, nodding his heavy head in compliance. “You’re thinkin’ about opening your mouth right now. Don’t fuckin’ do it. The only thing leavin’ your lips is a goddamn apology to your mother when we get home. You understand?”
Max nods again, exaggerated, shoulders shaking with laughter he’s biting back as he mimics zipping his lips shut.
“You called your mom?” Rafe asks, pressing down on the gas, glancing back through the rearview mirror.
Max gets smaller in his seat, letting his reaction speak for itself.
“WORDS,” Rafe barks.
“You told me to shut up,” Max howls. “I’m too drunk for this shit. What do you want from me, huh? You see? He’s acting unreasonable,” he pouts sarcastically to his girlfriend, who’s trying her best to check out of the situation to keep from laughing herself.
“Answer the damn question, Max.”
“I mean… yeah,” he mutters.
“In the middle of the night,” Rafe continues, eyes still forward, voice worn thin. “After she worked all week. After she had your friends at the house all spring break.”
Max drags a hand down his face, groaning tiredly. “I panicked,” he mumbles. “She’s… she’s nice to me.”
Rafe scoffs, sucking his teeth, letting his head fall back into the headrest in mental exhaustion. “Told you I was landin’ at midnight this afternoon—”
Max’s laugh cuts him off—like that’s when it clicks for him.
“I was busy,” he chuckles.
“Busy?” Rafe almost chokes on the word.
“Yeah, I wasn’t payin’ attention, alright? I was doing someone—SOMETHING,” he corrects himself, but his girlfriend’s face is already burning with embarrassment, Rafe’s blood boiling at your son’s response.
“Shut up, Max,” he breathes. “Just shut up.”
Rafe turns into the neighborhood as Max’s eyes sink lower, his heavy head resting against his girlfriend’s shoulder.
“Next time you screw up, you call me. Not her,” Rafe mutters bitterly, Max mumbling something that almost sounds like an apology.
“There’s still time,” he slurs from the back. Rafe doesn’t respond, just looks through the mirror, waiting for whatever dumb shit comes next. “McDonald’s is open for another two hours—”
“Oh, my god. Help me,” Rafe whispers, taking a sharp turn into the driveway before cutting the engine.
Rafe’s out of the car before Max can even lift his eyes, jaw still set, shoulders tight as he pops open the back.
Max, on the other hand, has no intention of getting out yet, still half-sprawled across the backseat, turned toward his girlfriend, his hand sliding up her neck, fingers catching in her hair as he leans in. “You’re—” He stops, laughing under his breath, shaking his head as he looks at her. “Like, do you know how hot you are? S’fuckin’ crazy. This is, like—”
“Out,” Rafe grunts.
The two stumble out a moment later, Max reaching for her again, but Rafe has other plans. His leather duffle bag hits Max square in the chest—knocking the air out of him, killing the moment. He lets out a short, offended scoff, slinging it over his shoulder.
“What the fuck,” Max chuckles, side-eyeing Rafe as he steps around him to grab his briefcase. “That felt targeted—”
“It was,” the words leave Rafe cold and final as Max rolls his eyes.
He glances back at his girlfriend, immediately reaching for her again, his hand finding hers. “Such a bitch when he’s mad, holy shit.”
Rafe’s hands come up in defeat. The solace waiting on the other side of the door is the only thing keeping him from boiling over. The pressure in his head throbs, tension wound tight through his shoulders.
He pinches his eyes shut, then looks back, blowing it out slow as the two of them follow behind, all six-foot-four of your son swaying with each step on the cobblestone.
“Tomorrow,” Rafe calls over his shoulder, “you’re cleaning out that fucking boat.”
Max groans immediately. “Oh my God,” he drags out, head tipping back. “No, I’m not. That’s biohazard-level shit. Here—” Max stuffs his hand in his back pocket, fishing out his wallet, thumbing through his cash. “How much is the cleaner, like twelve? Fifteen hundred?”
Rafe looks back at him, disgusted—that little jab about being “old” and carrying cash instead of cards still tasting sour.
“What?” Max chuckles teasingly.
“You’re unbelievable, kid. Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Rafe spits as he tugs open the front door. “Your money doesn’t mean shit to me. You will work. You will sweat. Manual goddamn labor. Do you understand me?”
“Manual labor?” Max asks like the words are foreign. “Shit’s gonna take all day. I got obligations—”
“A thank you,” Rafe cuts in with a heavy sigh. “Thank you, I’m sorry, and yes sir is all I should hear leavin’ your lips right now for savin’ your ass.”
“You’re acting like that isn’t the first thing I said. Ain’t I supposed to shut up anyway?”
“I don’t know how you do it. Run,” Rafe mutters, glancing at Max’s girlfriend—and for the first time all night, it lands. Max scowls back at him.
“Thank you,” Max mutters, shuffling his feet along the marble floors. His girlfriend jabs him in the side, forcing an “I’m sorry” out of him as the three of them move into the kitchen.
“You need to apologize to your mother. You better hope she’s awake—” Rafe stops mid-threat.
On the counter sits a note.
It is placed right where he would see it the moment he walks in, next to a bottle of something expensive with a tumbler already set beside it.
He reaches for it, a smile already curling at his mouth when he sees the handwriting.
The tension does not break—it rolls out of his shoulders all at once, his head tipping back as that smile cracks clean through everything.
Max lets Rafe’s bag drop with a thump, gripping the banister of the staircase for balance as he looks back at his girlfriend, muttering about only taking a minute.
“Don’t,” Rafe says.
A groan leaves Max from somewhere deep in his chest as he braces for another lecture. “What, Dad? Oh my God—”
“Don’t go up there.” Rafe lets out a quiet chuckle under his breath as he folds the note in half and slips it into his pocket before grabbing the glass and the bottle, pouring himself a double as he heads in the same direction Max was going.
“You told me to apologize like five seconds ago—”
“Yeah,” Rafe cuts in easily, “and now I’m telling you to get lost.”
Max looks back at his dad, baffled and wasted. “What the fuck is happening?”
Rafe does not answer. The amber liquid catches the light as he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a slow sip.
“Did you talk to your mother?” Rafe asks. “Or did you just call her?”
“She didn’t answer.”
“Good,” Rafe hums, the liquor already warming his throat, the weight of the night lifting off his shoulders.
“Can I just apologize—”
“I’ll give you five hundred dollars,” Rafe interrupts, “if you make this easy and don’t ask me one more fuckin’ question.”
Max blinks at him. “You’re serious?”
Rafe lifts a finger to his lips, silencing him with a sharp, sarcastic look.
Max bites his cheek, holding it in for the moment.
“It’s killing you, I can tell,” Rafe adds, amused now. He reaches into his wallet, pulls out five hundred dollars, and flashes it between two fingers. “One of the many perks of bein’ an old fuckin’ man. The others are waitin’ upstairs, so if you’ll excuse me.”
Rafe does not slow as he moves up the steps, his stride noticeably lighter now. Max’s mouth opens as Rafe walks past him, heading up the stairs, tapping the cash against his chest on the way by to make his point clear.
“You should get some sleep,” Rafe adds, taking out his phone to let you know that he's on his way, the text sends, and the next few words leave his lips like an afterthought. “You’re still cleaning the boat tomorrow.”
“What the fuck,” Max mutters, shifting his focus to his girlfriend, looking for sympathy from anyone at all.
She shrugs and steps toward him as he mutters something under his breath that makes her roll her eyes while he reaches for her. Max, being Max, is already over it, trying to salvage what is left of the night.
“Hey,” Rafe calls down one last time.
Max freezes, his arm already wrapped around her waist, the other hand cupping the back of her neck, halfway to a kiss.
“Yeah?” He answers, distracted.
“She’s got the guest bed,” Rafe says, nodding toward Max’s girlfriend. “You’ve got the floor in the twins’ room.”
“No. Dad—”
“Good luck tonight, buddy,” Rafe continues. “You’ve got monsters under the bed, glasses of water at two a.m., and a wake-up call at five.”
“You serious?”
“And if you even think about knocking on our door before ten a.m.,” Rafe adds, almost friendly now, “I’ve got five cars, a bucket, and some soap waitin’ for you. Don’t fuckin’ test me. I missed you.”
The last two words land softer, more honest than anything else he has said all night. Max lifts his hand and flips him off from the bottom of the stairs.
“Love you too, buddy,” Rafe chuckles.
He takes the stairs two at a time out of habit, but by the time he reaches the landing, he slows, his hand dragging along the railing as the house finally quiets behind him. The noise from downstairs fades out, replaced by something softer.
Light music floats through the hallway like a whisper, pulling him the rest of the way without much thought. His phone buzzes once in his hand, the screen lighting up with the message he already knows is there.
The text—𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢.
By the time he reaches your door, the music is clearer, warm light spilling faintly from underneath, cutting a soft line across the floor.
He slows, his shoulder angling toward the frame as he listens. He doesn’t go in right away. There’s movement on the other side, the soft scrape of something being dragged across the wood.
He exhales quietly through his nose as he lets himself settle into it. His mouth pulls at the corner, something restrained and knowing, because whatever you are doing in there, it’s for him.
He pushes the door open slowly. The room is still dark except for the light from the bathroom. He leans into the doorframe, shoulder braced against the hardwood, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.
You’re already moving, beckoning him closer with a look, positioning the chair at the threshold. No hesitation in the way you move, no second-guessing what you want, like the fantasy’s already been playing out in your mind.
Your hands fall away from the chair once it’s set, and as you straighten, the robe slips from your shoulders, fluttering to the floor, knocking the breath out of his chest as you slip out of sight.
He walks across the bedroom. Music hums low, the sound of the shower cutting through it.
He rounds the corner as you test the water, pointing to the marble floor right in front of the glass shower door.
A quiet chuckle slips out of him under his breath as he reaches for the chair and drags it forward by the back two legs, scraping softly against the floor. His focus doesn’t shift once—unwavering as he watches every move you make behind the glass.
He positions the chair where you told him to, adjusting it until it feels right—lined up the way he wants it, before he sits. He leans back into it, one arm draped loosely over the backrest as he settles, already halfway gone just looking at you.
He takes a slow sip of the brown liquor, letting it sit on his tongue for a breath before swallowing. The bottle rests on the floor as his hand comes up to his tie, loosening it without looking, pulling it open just enough to breathe easier.
He leans back further, legs spreading, head tipping just enough to get comfortable.
The water hits your body, running down in little rivers as he takes another drink, soaking in the moment that you built just for him.
He threads the silk the rest of the way open—tie laying loose against his chest—his fingers moving to the top button of his shirt first, popping it open, then the next. Each one undone with the same steady pace.
“Look at you, huh?” He asks through a proud smirk. “All this for me?”
Your eyes fall, catching the glint of gold at his throat, your initials resting against his skin, dewy from the heat of the room, sitting right where they belong.
His shirt opens further, exposing more of him. He shrugs it off his shoulders, his tanned skin on display; black slacks fitted to perfection still slung around his hips, black loafers tapping ever slightly to the sound of the music playing overhead.
He tips his chin toward the soap, subtle, like he doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand exactly what he needs.
You reach for it, fingers wrapping around the bottle as he pours himself a little more, the sound of the liquor hitting the glass soft under the music.
The soap hits your palm, pooling in your hand, the sight of it enough for his hand to drop to his belt, big fingers working it loose.
You work the soap between your hands slowly, letting it build before you bring it to your skin. Your hands move over your arms, your shoulders, slower than it needs to be.
You trace your collarbones before drifting inward, circling your tits before you squeeze. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes fall with your hands as they move down your waist, circling your hips.
A smile breaks across his mouth, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as he watches the suds rinse away, that steady beat he’d been keeping with his foot, now moving faster than the tempo as anticipation builds.
He lets out a low whistle when his finger comes up, twirling it just enough to let you know he wants the picture of you from the back. The look on his face is smug and hungry when you do just that—a look in his eye letting you know that he’s getting off on the power too. The idea that no one else gets this version of you—no one has it as good as him.
Your back arches, water sliding down your spine.
You look over your shoulder, watching as he sets his tumbler down, glass hitting the marble with a clink.
He leans forward slightly in the chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he watches you, gaze dropping briefly before lifting again, heavier now.
You turn around and step closer, closing the distance between you and the glass, your hands coming up to rest flat against it, body following until you’re pressed into the cool surface.
He looks at you again—then lets out a breathless, lust-laced laugh, his head dropping between his shoulders. Shivers run down your spine, nipples tightening against the cool glass.
You hold his gaze as your fingers spread against the glass. He lifts his hand and taps once against the glass. “Jesus, baby…” He mutters, his voice deep and rough. “I fuckin’ missed you.”
You let out a soft laugh, seeing just how undone he is, the heat of your breath catching against the glass, fogging where it hits.
You drag your fingertip through the fog, slow and deliberate, curving it into his initials. “You’re killing me,” he groans like something so simple did more damage than anything else you’ve done so far, his hands tightening like he’s holding himself back from breaking—wondering how much longer he can just sit there and watch.
You turn around again, ass sliding along the glass as you look into his eyes, giving him a shameless glimpse of your pussy. He lets out a quiet, disbelieving huff of a laugh, shaking his head once.
“That’s not—” He sighs, cutting himself off, dragging his hand down over his face before he looks back at you, harder now. “That’s not fair. I’m being so good for you.” His voice dips. “Don’t make me come in there.”
You smile, and he does too like that’s a threat you’d cash in on in a heartbeat, your body physically aching for contact—for his lips on yours.
Your hands move again, raking up your ass as you walk away, and he swears under his breath, the steam thickening between you.
“I can’t sit here and watch you like this,” he breathes. “I need you. You hear me? I need you.”
You hold his gaze as his hand comes up flat against the glass.
“I hate leaving you,” he adds, deep and needy. “Doesn’t feel right when I’m not here.”
You step a little closer to the glass, lip tucked between your teeth, water rolling down your curves. Your fingers curl around the glass shower handle, and that’s more than enough for him, the man rising to his feet, kicking off his dress shoes, shoving his slacks down his thighs in one motion.
“You’re mine,” he says, steady and certain, his forehead almost brushing the glass now as he waits.
You look down at him, cock stretching the material of his briefs, chest rising and falling fast, and you know he’s done waiting. You crack the door and his hands curl around the band of his boxers, heat spilling into the bathroom, hitting him all at once.
He steps in, closing the distance between the two of you, consuming you completely—his big body tangling with yours, cupping your cheeks in his rough hands, kissing you hard and deep as the water rushes between you.
His bare skin presses against you—warm and firm—his stiff cock nestled between your thighs as his tongue slides between your lips, your mind going hazy with it.
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, his hands following the water lower, landing on your hips.
“I missed you,” you breathe between kisses and he smiles against your lips.
“Yeah?” He asks. “You got no idea how much I missed you.”
Rafe turns you around, pulling you back into his chest, his mouth already finding your neck, your shoulder, the space just under your ear, making your knees weak.
“Let me have this, yeah?” He asks as he takes his cock in his fist, tracing your folds like you wouldn’t have begged for it anyway if he made you wait.
You arch your back, giving him the perfect angle to trace your pussy, lips falling open as the thick head of his cock presses at your entrance, teasing you before pushing himself in fully.
Your moans fill the shower, bouncing off the walls as his long, thick dick stretches you wide—filling you to the brim. He squeezes your hips in his hands; his body flush against yours, pinning your body to his.
He exhales against your skin, warm and heavy, feeling the weight of you in his arms. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “How do you—” He cuts himself off, burying himself in your neck like he doesn’t even have the words for it. “How do you always feel this good?”
“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, like you finally got your fix, head falling back to rest against him. “I needed this—I needed you.”
He groans as he tips you forward a little, drawing back his hips, rolling them forward again, stroking deep. “You got me all fucked up,” he mutters, wet skin clapping against yours. “Couldn’t even sit out there for five fuckin’ minutes without losin’ it—”
The squeal that leaves your lips cuts him off, eyes rolling back at the sound as your pleasure courses through you.
“That’s it, huh?” He asks, a wicked smile pulling at his mouth as his hips snap a little harder.
“I’m close,” you manage, your voice catching on the way out, barely steady.
“Yeah,” he breathes immediately, low and rough against your ear. “Me too.” The words break past his lip, his control thinning down to nothing now. “You feel too good.”
He reaches his hand down, wrapping an arm around your chest, the other sliding around your hip, making you gasp when his big fingers press and circle your clit, the arm across your chest moving higher—binding around your neck as he fucks up into you, the pressure around your throat making you see stars.
Your head turns to the side, finding his mouth, and he’s right there for it, swallowing his name as it whimpers out of your lips.
“C’mon,” he mumbles into it. “Give it to me.”
Your body gives, finally, the tension snapping all at once, your breath breaking as you let go, and he’s right there with you, his grip tightening, his head tucking close as he floods you with his release.
He holds you through it, his arms softening just enough for you to breathe fully, pulling out with a heavy sigh, not giving you enough space for you to get away—but you wouldn’t imagine it. He just keeps you there, breathing against your skin as you do the same.
He hums along with the music playing overhead, barely heard under his breath as he rocks with you ever so slightly, the sound of his voice vibrating against your skin.
“We’re sleepin’ in tomorrow,” he murmurs, his voice low and close.
You let out a breathless laugh, feeling his smile spread along your own because you don’t believe him—that’s wishful thinking. “Are we?”
He hums out a yes. “Max said he’s got ’em in the morning,” he adds.
“Our Max?” The words leave your lips like the punchline to his joke, whispered against his lips.
A quiet chuckle slips out of him, his hands sliding down your body, taking hold of your hips. “Kid’s got a girlfriend. He’ll survive breakfast.”
He pulls back just enough that his eyes find yours—smiling like it’s his favorite thing in the world.
“So…” You start, his eyes falling to your lips.
“So,” he echoes.
“Guess we’re not in a rush then.”
He tilts in, pulling you to him like a magnet, kissing you tender and soft. “Does it look like I have any plans to rush tonight, baby?” He murmurs as he turns you toward his chest.
“No,” you whisper, reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck, guiding him back in again.
☆ pairing — idol!jake x influencer!reader
⤷ includes ⋮ cortis!ot5, enhypen!ot7, reader
is best friends with cortis
☆ synopsis — in which you get a text from an unknown number being desperate for their ex and start to talk to them more.
⋮ ⌗ ┆notes: guys help a girl out and give me some ideas on what to do next, im gonna go watch love island now
☆ LISTEN TO THIS WHEN READING
synopsis: jake sim has spent years mastering the art of tuning people out: hate comments, criticism, comparisons. it works, mostly. until @vrstppnlocket. what starts as petty online fights with a random stan account over his f1 debut slowly turns into late-night conversations he tries not to get attached to. sure, he could mute her, block her, unfollow her… but he can’t seem to delete her.
contains: f1-driver!jake, obsessed!jake, ragebaiter!y/n, social media!au, kind of enemies to lovers, so much banter, slow burn, fluff, comedy. ft. enha's hyung line + katseye's sophia.
warnings: y/n is a jake anti!!, swearing, inappropriate jokes, poor attempts at humor, i’m not an f1 expert, use of faceclaims for reader, ignore dates and timestamps pls!
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a/n: oh the things that i would do to be able to rage bait jake and have sophia laforteza as my best friend 🚬🚬 first y/n pov yayyy!! do we love her or what??? also, happy desire: unleash anniversary 🎂🎂 that album is my baby.
pairing: clark kent x f!reader | genre: smut | wc: ~350 | warnings: mdni (18+), nsfw themes + language, clothed grinding, heel play, teasing.
a/n: the horny thoughts won. #bigdick!clarksupremacy. okay, back to my break i go. love you all. enjoy <3 photo creds: @maiamore [here] // inspired by this gif
Clark barely had time to sit down before you started.
He dropped onto the couch to pull his boots on, cape shifting behind him, the blue of his suit stretched tight across his thighs—the red of it even tighter and higher. The briefs did nothing to hide him. He was thick and heavy, outlined so clearly, it made the symbol on his chest look insignificant in comparison.
Your eyes dragged over him once.
Then again.
The second his last boot slipped on, your foot slid across his lap.
A slow drag of your heel.
Clark let out a quiet laugh, breath soft, like he already knew where this was going. “C’mon,” he murmured, glancing at you. “I really have to—”
Your heel brushed him again.
The contact made him twitch under it, the fabric pulling tighter as his cock hardened almost instantly, the shape of him growing more obvious by the second.
Clark’s hand came down to catch your ankle, gentle, instinctive. He meant to stop you, you could see it in the way his fingers curled, in the way he opened his mouth—
But then your heel pressed in again.
Right over the head.
A low, broken sound slipped out of him before he could stop it, his head tipping back as his hips shifted up into the pressure without thinking.
“—nngh—”
There it was.
You smiled, slow, dragging your heel back down the length of him, then up again.
“You sure you have to go?” you teased, voice soft as your foot worked him, the motion steady now.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
The response rose in his throat, but Clark didn’t answer.
His head fell back against the couch, a rough groan spilling from his chest as his hips lifted again, chasing the friction.
Every press of your heel pulled another sound out of him, something frayed around the edges. His grip tightened on your ankle, not stopping you, only holding on as you picked up the pace like you had all the time in the world.
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hehe hi!! i was thinking about clark kent x reader smut but they’re like anonymously masturbating through out a website like omegle! :3 bonus points if you can make them be like coworkers but they’re don’t know they’re *them* and so one of the two just founds out bc the other makes an specific noise or something like that !!! also i love how u write sososo much
Okayyyy i took long getting into this bc i didn’t know how to approach it and sorry it’s so short…. I hope you like it!! Thank you for the request! Love always, Mani.
Word count: 700+
Content: MDNI. What ms anon says!
It hadn’t been too many times you’d done this. It was crazy, you knew that. You felt that. But once scrolling through those websites with anonymous chats, just like when you were young with your friends, giggling like old times. Suddenly, someone had his whole dick out… it did something. You didn’t find it as disturbing as you should have. So, when your friends left you closed all your blinds and logged in again. And the first dick that was perturbing your vision, you stayed. Watched as the hand touching it moved up and down in slow manners, vein throbbing and the hips moving slowly to the rhythm that had been paced. You liked it.
It was something that got you going. You liked imagining the people behind it, knowing they didn’t know who you were and were just there to see your lower half to get themselves off. So after a stressful day at work, you got comfortable in your bed, angled the camera just right so only the apex of your thighs could be seen and logged into with that secret word that would get people that wanted the same thing as you.
It was taking some time, so you started yourself off with your fingers teasing up your slit. Your eyes popped open as the screen connected and showed you one of the nicest cocks the internet had presented. Not that you had seen millions or were too picky, but this, this Greek god, this is sculpture like. He was big and hard and veiny in all the right places. It was easy to get faster with your movements as you looked at his hand move up and down the girth size. You could hear shuffling to position himself better so he could see the computer, a small groan leaving the mouth of the men that was on your screen. The hand was just as pretty, looked strong and rugged and so familiarly fixed it reminded you of the man who shared your office desk.
You had harbored a stupid crush on Clark Kent you were too afraid to act on. It stayed hidden and sometimes exposed when you instinctively pulled away when your hands accidentally touched when handing you a pen or when he remembered your coffee order and smiled at you like he knew it meant something. Lois gave you a weird look whenever it happened and motioned you to talk to him. No way. What if he could know what you liked? What you did in the privacy of your room?
Your hand twitched in timing with his when he squeezed the tip slowly, as if pulsing himself to give a little more. To drain. You could whimper. It took you so little to get close, so close when a notification came from teams on your computer, making your hand shake away from yourself. What if the mystery person heard? Just as you grabbed the computer, the same teams notification rang from his side. Weird. Weird that it was just at the same time and that the man’s hand had the same thin red bracelet Clark wore and that as he moved you could see he had slacks on the same color Clark wore today and oh-
Oh.
Oh.
Your breath hitched and you shut the computer with a slam, heart beating at a million per hour at the realization. It was Clark. Clark Kent. The sweet, dorky desk neighbour that got you cake on your birthday and told you the red bracelet he sported was a gift from a friend (weird). He saw you getting yourself off, in all your glory with your fingers drawing mean circles on your clit. It was his dick. Beautiful and big and giving you the show of a lifetime. Oh.
Just as you thought about how you would react the next time you saw him, your phone pinged.
Clark Kent @ 9:32 pm
Could recognize you anywhere.
Was hoping you’d notice.
Wanna do that in person some time?
You went red as you put down the phone and slammed your back onto your bed, embarrassed and overwhelmed at the fact that he knew and he liked it.
Well, yes. Yes, you’d like to do that in person some time.
tags — 18+ minors dni | f!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spooning sex, size difference, pet names (sweetheart & baby), dirty talk, creampie (0.6 wc)
the clock on your bedside table reads 7:14am and clark has you on your side, his body engulfing yours as his chest presses up against your back. with an arm wrapped around your front, clark holds you tight against him—rubbing slow, languid circles on your swollen clit.
a soft, muffled groan tumbles from clark’s lips as you slowly roll your hips back—his cock nestled deep inside your cunt, stretching you open. you desperately try to fight back your need for him, for his cock, knowing you have to get ready for work, but you’re practically begging for more.
his pelvis is snug against your ass—coarse curls beneath his navel brushing against you. you feel all of him, every ridge, every vein, every twitch as he rocks into your cunt. clark moves his hand to grip your thigh, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he gently hooks your leg over his thigh, spreading you wider.
the new angle drove him deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. the room fills with your breaths mingling together with the filthy, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you.
just as quickly as it left, clarks hand returns to your clit and you instinctively clench around him, trying to pull him deeper as he ruts against you. clark’s breath is warm against the nape of your neck as he lightly bites down on the skin of your shoulder.
every roll of clark’s hips is with a little more tenacity each time, seeking that delicious friction. the pleasure is overwhelming, completely taking over all of your senses. you can’t think of anything else, except for clark, and how he's ruining you for anyone else.
“taking me so well, baby,” he mutters, kissing behind your ear.
you cry out, fingers clawing at the sheets, then at his forearm—your nails leaving crescent indents in his skin. he revels in the soft, needy moans you make with each shallow thrust. you move your hips in counterpoint, chasing the pleasure of his fingers and the fullness of his cock.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart, that's it,” he mumbles, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you repeatedly.
an embarrassingly loud moan slips from your lips as you cum without warning. your body shudders hard against his—your orgasm crashing through you and taking your breath away. clark gently coaxes you through it, rocking his hips in a slow, gentle rhythm while pressing tender kisses along your shoulder and neck.
clark's hips stutter and his own orgasm catches him off-guard. he buries himself to the hilt, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum deep within your cunt—filling you completely as his cock throbs and pulses inside you.
you clench around him and clark hides his face in your neck with a weak, tired chuckle. his hand squeezes your hip tenderly as he slowly eases himself out of you. your cunt clenches around nothing, missing his cock already. you can feel his release leak from you and slide down your thighs but you pay no mind to it.
“good morning to you too,” clark says through soft pants.
“hmm, good morning indeed,” you hum, turning to face him with a small smile.
⤷ ゛cockwarming him while he's in a meeting! ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀𑣲⋆ mdni
you hummed, your deft fingers playing with the locks of his hair as you shifted ever so slightly. but by the firm tightening of his palm on your hip, you could tell he noticed.
he was in heaven and hell at the same time.
it had all started when he mentioned his afternoon meeting. he'd been complaining about it the whole day, him having to leave the comfort of your bed just to be in a fuckass zoom call with a bunch of corporate bozos.
so, you being the ever doting girlfriend you were, decided to bring the bed to him! so sweet, right? when he first heard your idea, a deep blush bloomed all across his cheeks. aww, he was as red as a tomato at just the thought!
but you knew he could never say no to those pretty puppy eyes, and so - here he was. sitting on his work chair with your tits in his mouth and his dick in your tight cunt.
you turned around to soothe your nerves and confirm that the camera and mic were indeed turned off. he took the opportunity to lick up the column of your neck. you let out a soft moan, and you could feel his cock twitch.
his lips continued his assault on your neck, kissing everywhere he could reach. you rewarded his show of affection with a slow roll of your hips, and he whined beneath you. you could tell he was absolutely gone, his brain was practically oozing out of his ears.
he muffled his face between your soft tits again, and let out a low groan. your hands raked through his hair, and he looked up at you like you hung up the stars in the sky.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ Ella no es unicamente buena sobre el escenario, tambien lo es fuera de el... Donde la integrante femenina de enhypen ayuda a sus compañeros con el estrés de la forma que mejor sabe hacerlo.﹙ ♡︎ ﹚˖
Dinámica: idol! enha ot7 x fem 8th member! reader
Warnings: SMUT MENORES NO INTERACTUAR, Contenido explícito, p en v, sexo sin protección (no recomendado), masturbación (m y f), sexo oral (m y f recibiendo), sexo rudo, sexo facial, penetración con los dedos, succión de dedos, montar el pene, posición vaquera, misionero, posición de perrito, sexo en la ducha, sexo frente al espejo, sexo semi público, nalgadas, elogios y nombres cariñosos, llanto durante el sexo, voyeurismo no consensuado, cuidados posteriores, no sé qué más.
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⊹ . ˙ ܀ HEESEUNG - 0.5k
Era de madrugada, todos dormían muy profundamente luego de un día agotador de mucho trabajo. O eso creía la muchacha cuando salió de su habitación para ir hacía la cocina en busca de un vaso de agua. Un ruido muy bajo la hizo detenerse a medio paso, quedó estática en su sitio pensando haber escuchado por equivocación. Sucedió nuevamente, ahora no podía negar lo que escuchaba. Un gemido sonoro llegó hasta sus oídos y provenía de la habitación de Heeseung.
La voz entrecortada de su compañero de grupo a la par de un sonido húmedo le hizo enrojecer las mejillas. Camino en puntas de pies hacia la puerta de Heeseung, parándose frente a ella, podía escucharlo con mejor claridad.
— Se que estás ahí. Entra. — Habló Heeseung con dificultad del otro lado, ella quiso retroceder, pero no lo hizo, en cambio giró la perilla y entró. La habitación estaba casi a oscuras de no ser por el pequeño velador sobre el escritorio. Miró hacia la cama, encontrándose con la para nada sorprendente imagen de su compañero completamente desnudo, con la mano sobre su polla dura y brillante.
— Ven y ayúdame. No me vas a dejar así ¿verdad? Hoy el entrenamiento me dejó cansado. — Ella obedeció, se subió a la cama quedando frente a Heeseung, entre medio de sus piernas, sentada sobre sus tobillos. Tomó la polla de su compañero, masturbándolo lentamente. — Oh Dios… Maldita sea… — Heeseung gimió por el tacto de las manos frías sobre su polla caliente. — A la boca, métela a tu boca.
Y lo hizo, agachó su rostro para hundir la polla en su boca, tan profundo como su garganta se lo permitía. Ya estaba muy lubricado por la propia saliva de Heeseung y por el presemen. — Ahh… Hmmg… Si, así… tú sabes cómo hacerlo… Ohh…
Heeseung empujó su cabeza mucho más a fondo, deteniéndola por unos segundos y provocándole una arcada, ella se liberó respirando con dificultad. — Idiota, no hagas eso. — El chico rio apenas, besándola en la mejilla — Lo siento. Recuéstate boca arriba. Cabeza sobre el borde.
Ella siguió la orden y dejó caer su nuca sobre el borde de la cama, Heeseung se posicionó frente a su rostro, con la polla tocando sus labios. — Abre. — Ordenó y ella abrió su boca lo más que pudo, sacando la lengua inconscientemente. Heeseung sostuvo su cabeza por sus costados y hundió su pene hasta el fondo de su garganta, ella palmeo sus muslos en señal de protesta, pero él no se detuvo, bombeo su garganta profundamente y tan rápido que a ella se le estaba dificultando respirar. — Mierda, voy a correrme… Mghm… Vas a tomarlo todo.
Embistiéndola por última vez, sostuvo su agarre mientras el orgasmo lo atravesaba, derramando su semen dentro de la garganta de su compañera. Ella con lágrimas golpeó el colchón a sus costados, y cuando Heeseung terminó de correrse, la soltó.
— Animal, casi me ahogas. — Se quejó, tosiendo. Heeseung tomó una toalla y le limpió el rostro. Le dio un beso tierno en los labios y sonrió. — Perdóname. Y gracias, siempre eres tan atenta con nosotros… — Ella rodó los ojos, dispuesta a volver a su cuarto, pero Heeseung la detuvo. — Duerme conmigo hoy.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAY - 0.4k
Ambos llegaron al dormitorio luego de los ensayos y Jay no la dejó irse a la ducha. En cambio, la jaló hacia él sobre el sofá, besándola frenéticamente, como si estuviera totalmente desesperado por ella. Y ahora mismo se encontraba ella saltando rápidamente sobre la polla de su compañero e inundando el salón con sus gemidos. — Mhg… Ja-Jay… — Gimió ella, sosteniéndose por sus hombros mientras que Jay palmeaba su trasero. — Shhh, tienes que ser menos ruidosa cariño…
Aunque él estaba muy encantado con esa melodía. Tomó el borde de la camiseta de su compañera para quitársela, una vez hecho eso desabrochó su sostén liberando sus pechos adoloridos, guio su boca a uno de sus pezones mientras que una de sus manos iba a su clítoris para darle caricias en forma circular. Eso le provoco un pequeño gritó a la chica.
— Jay… Ahh… Dios — Siguió saltando sobre la polla mientras el devoraba sus pezones y la acariciaba, ella sintió temblar sus muslos indicándole que su orgasmo estaba cerca. Entonces Jay la sostuvo por las caderas y la recostó contra el sofá, quedando debajo de suyo, guio sus piernas sobre sus hombros y la embistió duro y rápido. — Si, si bebé…no te contengas, córrete sobre mi polla, hazlo. — La descarga llegó como una ola dolorosa, le hizo gemir ruidosamente y su cuerpo temblaba debajo de las embestidas de su compañero. Jay continuo con su trabajo para buscar su propio orgasmo, en ese momento ninguno escuchó la puerta principal abrirse y mucho menos el anuncio de la persona llegada.
— Chicos traje la cena… — Jake quedo estático sobre el umbral de la sala, mirándolos. La chica se percató de su presencia y sintió como se le iba el alma del cuerpo por la vergüenza. — Ja-Jay… detente.
—¿Qué mierda Park Jongseong? — Reclamó el otro chico con una voz lo suficientemente fuerte para que Jay se detuviera. Lo miró y rodo los ojos. — ¿Algún problema, Jakey?
— ¿Tal vez qué estas teniendo sexo en la sala? ¡Y en el sofá! No me volveré a sentar ahí jamás.
— Exagerado, vete. Dame cinco minutos más y ya termino.
Su compañero bufó, dejando la bolsa con la comida sobre la mesa, desapareciendo por el pasillo. — ¿Continuo con la parte dónde gemías mi nombre y me haces correrme? — Preguntó divertido y ella asintió, con las mejillas sonrojadas. Jay continuo con sus movimientos, hundiéndose lo más a fondo que la posición le permitía, le fueron suficientes unas cuantas repeticiones más para llegar a su clímax. Derramando su orgasmo dentro de ella.
— Te quiero mucho, preciosa.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAKE - 0.5k
Ella tomaba su tan esperada ducha, luego de la sesión con Jay, el vapor del agua caliente inundaba todo el baño mientras escuchaba música. Por estar muy concentrada en tararear la melodía no se percató que la mampara había sido abierta, no fue hasta que unas manos grandes y frías tocaron su trasero que se giró de un sobresalto. Suspiró al darse cuenta que era Jake, quien le sonreía tiernamente a pesar de estar completamente desnudo y en la ducha con ella.
— ¿Qué-qué haces aquí? — Preguntó un poco nerviosa. — Me puse algo celoso de que Jay te tuviera antes que yo hoy. Así que vengo por mi consuelo.
— Jake yo… — Su compañero no le permitió reprochar porque tomo sus mejillas y acerco sus labios para hundirse en un largo y desesperado beso. Jake devoraba su boca buscando sentir cada parte de ella, introduciendo su lengua y mordiendo sus labios. Se separó para poder dejarla tomar un respiro y rio bajo al percatarse de las mejillas sonrojadas de su compañera. — Mierda, me pones muy caliente cuando luces así. Necesito follarte ahora mismo. De rodillas.
Ni siquiera tuvo que ella reaccionar porque Jake ya le había jalado su cuerpo hacia el suelo, golpeando sus rodillas contra la cerámica del piso y apoyando se espalda a la pared. Frente a su rostro yacía la polla dura y larga de su amigo, ella lo observo y tragó saliva nerviosa. Jake volvió a reírse, su pene dio un leve brinco y él lo sujetó desde la base con su mano, golpeando suave la mejilla de su compañera. — Abre esa linda boquita para mí, bonita.
Ella lo hizo, abrió su boca dándole permiso de dejarse hundir en su garganta, con Jake el trabajo era más difícil, el era largo. — Ugh… Joder, como siempre lo haces muy bien… Aghh — Gimió Jake echando su cabeza hacia atrás y cerrando los ojos, reprimiendo un poco sus impulsos de querer destrozar la boca de su compañera con su polla. — Mmhg… Ohh Mierda, si… — Llevó su pene lo más a fondo que pudo y la soltó, ayudándola a levantarse del suelo para estamparla contra la mampara de cristal. — Voy a entrar cariño… ¿está bien? — Ella asintió. — No, necesito que me lo digas.
Jake guío la punta de su polla a la entrada de su compañera, esperando su respuesta. — Hazlo Jake, fóllame. — Entonces Jake lo hizo, se hundió en su interior de una fuerte estocada, lo que la hizo soltar un chillido agudo. Jake embestía su coño bruscamente, empujándola contra el cristal. — Mmhg… Aahh… Mmm.. ¡Jake! — Gimió ella sintiendo como sus paredes apretaban alrededor del pene de su compañero por sensación de un nuevo orgasmo en camino. Jake llevó una mano hasta su clítoris, presionando sobre este y haciendo círculos frenéticos a la par de sus fuertes embestidas. — Eres hermosa maldita sea, no puedo estar un segundo fuera de ti. Me encantas. Me encanta como aprietas mi polla.
Jake le besaba y mordía el cuello continuando aun con sus movimientos de cadera, inundando todo el baño con el sonido de sus gemidos mezclados con el chapoteo de sus cuerpos húmedos por la ducha. — Ohh… voy a… — Él no pudo terminar de armar su oración que el orgasmo lo sacudió por completo, dándole descargas eléctricas desde la base de los pies hasta su polla, descargándose completamente sobre ella, siguió embistiéndola aun luego del orgasmo de manera lenta, dejando pequeños besos por su espalda.
Salió de su interior y la volteó, quedando ambos cara a cara. Él la abrazó. — Ahora déjame consentirte, ¿sí? Debes estar agotada luego de mucho ensayo y mucha actividad física.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNGHOON - 0.5k
Estaban en la sesión de fotos para su álbum Desire: Unleash. Todos los chicos estaban muy encantados con la apariencia de su compañera, pero sobre todo Sunghoon, quien debió pedir un momento para ir al baño gracias a la erección que le provocó verla con ese traje que se ajustaba a la medida de su cintura y su trasero. Sunghoon tenía una adicción por ese trasero. Mientras se masturbaba a si mismo muy frustrado por tener la polla dura en un momento no indicado escuchó como alguien golpeaba la puerta. — ¿Quién? — Preguntó mordiendo su labio inferior para contener un gemido. — Soy yo, Hoon. ¿Te falta mucho? Necesito entrar.
Sunghoon no desaprovechó la oportunidad. — Entra. Solo… entra.
Ella ingresó al baño, sorprendiéndose. — Pero… ¿Qué crees que haces? Te pudieron atrapar.
Sunghoon presionó su polla con la palma de su mano y con la otra libre le hizo una seña a su compañera para que se acercara más a él. — Ven aquí, estoy así por tu culpa. Así que tienes la obligación de arreglarlo. Chúpame la polla, ahora.
—¿Mi culpa? Pues lamento tanto que seas un precoz. — Bufó ella, arrodillándose frente a su compañero. — Solo por esta vez, debemos volver rápido.
— Como sea, solo… ayúdame y prometo complacerte luego de la sesión. — Ella suspiró, tomando en sus manos la polla de su compañero, masturbándolo lento, Sunghoon gruñó en respuesta, frunciendo el ceño. — Joder… Mghm… Necesito tu boca, te pedí que lo chuparas.
Ella guío su boca hasta su pene y lamió primero la punta, provocándole cosquillas muy placenteras a su amigo, y luego lo metió por completo, chupando, lamiendo y dejando rastros de saliva por toda la longitud, Sunghoon le sostuvo el cabello perfectamente alisado para que no se estropeara mientras ella seguía bombeando su polla. — Oughh… Mghmm… Ohh… Si-sí, así mismo.
Sentía que estaba demasiado cerca de su objetivo principal, pero la detuvo, sujetando sus mejillas la hizo apartarse. — ¿Qué sucede? No tenemos mucho tiempo Sunghoon.
Cuando quiso seguir protestando, Sunghoon la sujetó por la cintura, desabrochando su pantalón para bajárselo junto con sus bragas. La volteó y la estampó contra el lavamanos, obligándola a verlos por el espejo. — Retiro lo dicho, te complaceré ahora.
Seguido de eso Sunghoon hundió su lengua por el coño húmedo de su compañera. — Ahh! — Gimoteó la chica, obligándose a cubrir su propia boca por lo ruidosa que había sido. — Bebé… debes ser más silenciosa o nos atraparan… — Recalcó Sunghoon volviendo a lamer su coño, pasaba su lengua por cada rincón, se detenía por un momento en su clítoris para succionarlo de manera tortuosa, provocando que sus muslos temblaran. Luego introducía su lengua y daba pequeñas embestidas con ella mientras se seguía masturbando.
— Hoon… y-yo… Mghm… — Anunció la muchacha, entonces Sunghoon se levantó, metiendo su polla dentro de ella, cubriendo su boca con ambas manos la empezó a embestir frenéticamente y sin descanso. — Mierda, mírate… tomando mi polla durante una sesión de fotos, mientras todos nuestros amigos nos esperan afuera… Ough… Mmgh…— Sunghoon siguió golpeando sus caderas contras su trasero hasta que se corrió en su interior. Luego se quitó de encima, limpiándola con un poco de papel, la ayudó a vestirse nuevamente y le dio un beso en los labios antes de salir del baño.
— Como siempre siendo la mejor para quitar el estrés. Te quiero.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNOO - 0.5k
Ella estaba recostada sobre su cama, mirando su teléfono sin nada interesante de por medio, alzó la mirada cuando notó a Sunoo sobre el umbral de su puerta. — ¿Qué sucede ddonu? ¿Todo en orden? — Preguntó ella al notarlo un poco decaído, pero Sunoo simplemente se tiró encima suyo, abrazándola y escondiendo su rostro en su pecho.
— Estoy agotado… solo es eso. — Respondió. Restregando su rostro por todo el pecho de su compañera, buscando su calor, ella sonrió y le acarició el cabello. — Todos lo estamos, Sun… Pero valdrá la pena, este álbum será un éxito.
El solo soltó un sonido de afirmación, metiendo de forma traviesa su mano por debajo de la camiseta de la chica, estrujando uno de sus pechos. — Sunoo… Los demás podrían vernos… — Reprochó ella.
— No me importa. Y a ti parecía no importarte aquella vez con Jay… — Señaló Sunoo a modo de reclamo, luego levantó completamente la camiseta, dejando a su vista ambos pechos desnudos, se llevó uno a la boca mientras seguía dando masajes al otro. — Mghm… Sun…
— Estoy muy agotado… consiénteme por hoy, ¿sí? Ambos lo disfrutaremos.
Sunoo se apartó de su pecho para quitar sus pantalones de chándal junto a sus bragas. Llevo dos de sus dedos a su boca, mojándolos de saliva para luego acariciar con ellos el coño de la chica, introduciendo en su interior ambos dedos. — Ohh… — Gimió ella ante la intromisión, sentía sus mejillas enrojecer con la idea de que cualquier otro miembro camine por el pasillo y los vea.
Sunoo embestía su coño con sus dedos de forma lenta, haciendo movimientos de tijera en su interior y tocando esa pared esponjosa provocándole gemidos bajos a su compañera. Podía sentir como sus dedos eran empapados con los fluidos, entonces comenzó a introducir sus dedos más rápido, los metía y sacaba de manera alocada, generando un obsceno sonido de chapoteo. — Ohh… Sun-sunoo… — El chico detuvo sus movimientos cuando su compañera cerró repentinamente las piernas por la excitación, quitó sus dedos y bajó sus propios pantalones.
— Abre esas lindas piernas para mi preciosa. — Sujetó sus caderas, posicionando su pene sobre su coño y acariciándose contra ello. Se hundió dentro de ella con un jadeo sonoro. — Mmgh… Si… Me aprietas demasiado, no pareciera que estas teniendo sexo con todos nosotros todo el tiempo. — Sunoo entraba y salía de ella con un ritmo agradable, de vez en cuando acercando su rostro al de ella para besarla en los labios o susurrarle elogios al odio. — Aagh… Eres perfecta, nunca me cansaré de venir hacia ti por cariño. — Cambio de ritmo empujando los muslos sobre el abdomen de ella, para elevar más su cadera y llegas más a profundo en su interior. — Oough… Sun- Justo ahí, ahí… — Gimió ella al sentir la punta roma del pene golpear ese punto en su interior, con las piernas temblando y los gemidos incontrolados llegó al orgasmo, apretando el pene de su amigo mientras él seguía embistiéndola rápidamente hasta también alcanzar su propio clímax. Sunoo salió de ella y se recostó sobre su pecho, siendo acariciado por las tibias y temblorosas manos de su compañera de grupo.
— Dame diez minutos y podemos seguir con otra más. — Murmuró él, dando besitos por su pecho.
— ¿Otra más? Ustedes no se cansan con nada. — Rio ella.
— En realidad si estoy cansado, así que ahora harás todo el trabajo tú, preciosa.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JUNGWON - 0.5k
El concierto había finalizado y aún se podía escuchar el grito de euforia de los fanáticos detrás del escenario. Todos los miembros caminaban hacia sus camerinos cuando ella sintió que alguien jalaba de su brazo, llevándola a otro sitio.
— ¿Jungwon? ¿Ahora? ¿De verdad? — Cuestionó ella, estaba lo suficientemente cansada como para esforzarse en eso. — Vamos, por favor. Nos lo merecemos, hicimos un buen trabajo, y yo estoy muy caliente.
Jungwon acarició su cintura por debajo de la camiseta, atrayéndola hacía su cuerpo y presionándola, dejándola sentir su muy evidente erección por debajo de sus pantalones. — Estuve con esto durante las últimas dos canciones intentando disimularlo. Te ves muy bonita hoy.
— Won… nos pueden ver o escuchar aquí… — Intentó persuadir ella, pero Jungwon la besó en los labios, lento, pero con mucho deseo, de verdad la necesitaba. Continuando aun besándose él la arrinconó contra los contenedores de transporte del equipo de sonido. Se separó de ella desabrochando sus pantalones y sacando al aire su polla dura. — Será rápido, lo prometo… y si quieres, continuamos en el dormitorio.
— Bien, pero rápido.
Jungwon la giró, recostando su pecho y abdomen sobre el contenedor, dejando elevado hacia él su trasero aún cubierto por unos pantalones cortos de vaquero. Jungwon se los quitó de un tirón y masajeó su coño con sus dedos. — Mira nada más, ya estas húmeda. — Se burló el, luego tomó su polla y la metió lentamente en su interior. — Mmhg… Wonnie… — Jungwon empujó hasta el fondo, llevando una de sus manos a la boca de su compañera, para cubrirla.
— Me encantaría escucharte gritar a más no poder, pero a menos que quieras que todos nos vean, deberá ser así mi amor.
Entonces Jungwon comenzó a empujar de delante hacia atrás de manera desesperada, se podría decir que era inhumano la velocidad y la rudeza con la cual estaba golpeando el coño de su amiga. Reprimiendo sus propios gemidos mordiendo su lengua y su labio inferior. Presionaba su cadera con una mano y empujaba una y otra vez. La chica tenía lagrimas recorriendo sus mejillas por el éxtasis, con gemidos ahogados bajo la mano de su compañero, ella le dijo que fuera rápido, pero no se refería a esto. Aunque tampoco se quejaba.
Jungwon golpeó con su palma una de sus nalgas, dejando rojiza la zona, continuó con sus embestidas rudas sin descansar ni bajar la velocidad por ningún momento. Soltó su cadera para llevar su mano al cabello de la chica, jalándola de el para acercarla a su pecho, golpeando su coño hasta dejarlo muy adolorido.
Por suerte aún seguía el sonido de los fanáticos gritando y aplaudiendo junto con el personal moviéndose y hablando. Si no, serian descubiertos por el simple ruido del trasero golpeando con las caderas del muchacho. — Maldita sea me voy a correr… — Embistió unas ultimas estocadas más hasta correrse violentamente en ella, continuo dentro suyo por al menos un minuto en lo que ambos recuperaban el aliento y entonces salió de su interior y la liberó.
— ¿Cómo puedes tener tanta energía aún después de un concierto? — Preguntó ella, jadeando, recuperando la respiración normal y subiéndose los pantalones. — Te dije que sería rápido.
Bromeo el chico, ganándose un golpe en el pecho por parte de su compañera, la ayudo a recomponerse y ambos fueron al camerino junto al resto.
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Ambos estaban sentados en el suelo de la habitación de Riki jugando videojuegos luego de un agotador día de concierto. Ya se habían duchado y cenado algo ligero. Riki le propuso jugar a las carreras hasta que les ganara el sueño, pero le estaba ganando más el aburrimiento.
— Ush esto es aburrido. — Se quejó el muchacho pausando el juego y soltando su mando sobre la alfombra, bufó revolviendo su cabello aun húmedo con una mano. — ¿Y si mejor hacemos otra cosa?
Ella lo miró con una ceja alzada. — ¿Algo como qué? — Riki sonrió pícaro y se acercó más a ella, llegando a quedar muy cerca de sus labios. — Quitémonos el estrés juntos, ya sabes de lo que hablo.
Ella rodó los ojos. — Ustedes en verdad no se cansan… Está bien.
— Dios! eres la mejor, por eso eres mi favorita, ahora a la cama muñeca.
Ella se sentó en el borde de la cama, Riki quitó su camiseta sobre sus hombros y la empujó levemente para que cayera de espaldas a las sábanas. Se subió encima suyo para besarla en los labios con deseo, lento pero lleno de lujuria. Riki metió su mano dentro de los pantalones cortos de pijama de ella, dando masajes circulares sobre su clítoris y provocándole un jadeo. — Mmgh Riki… — Balbuceo entre medio de sus labios, pero el chico no la dejo protestar porque continuó besándola, ahora introduciendo su lengua en su boca e intercambiando saliva de forma rápida, generando ruidos obscenos. Luego Riki introdujo dos dedos dentro de ella, provocando que sus muslos se cerraran. Él se apartó de su rostro, abriendo sus piernas de par en par. — No seas tímida cariño… — Dijo en un tono burlón, le quitó los pantalones junto a la ropa interior y volvió a bombear sus dedos dentro suyo rápidamente, generando que ella gimiera con voz temblorosa. Metía y sacaba sus dedos una y otra vez sin cesar hasta que ella pegó un grito agudo, cerrando sus piernas temblorosas. Riki sujetó su cadera con una mano y la volteó, quedando boca abajo sobre el colchón y con el trasero al aire sobre los muslos de su compañero.
Riki abrió sus pliegues con ambas manos y escupió sobre su coño ya humedecido, dio masajes de arriba hacia abajo con sus dedos por toda la extensión y cuando ella volvió a gemir él le plantó una fuerte palmada en su trasero, provocándole un salto. — Estas muy ruidosa hoy y solo te estoy tocando con mis manos. — Volvió a plantarle otra palmada y luego besó la zona que comenzaba a tornarse rojiza.
Riki se levantó de su sitio, quitándose ahora los pantalones. — Ponte en cuatro patas cariño. — Ordenó y ella, con movimientos torpes se colocó en la posición, dejando su trasero a la merecer de su compañero, Riki se posicionó sobre su entrada y alineó su pene en la entrada, metiéndose de una estocada dura. Eso la hizo gemir fuerte y temblar sus piernas casi flaqueando. El chico embistió bruscamente su coño por detrás sujetándola firmemente por la cadera, palmeó sus nalgas reiteradas ocasiones que podía notarse las marcas de su mano y sus dedos por su piel. — Aah… Riki Ahh… Dios! — Jadeo la muchacha con voz entrecortada por la rudeza con la que la follaban. Sus brazos perdieron resistencia dejándose caer sobre las sábanas, ocultando su rostro contra ellas. El nuevo ángulo le otorgaba al chico mejor alcance para hundirse aun mas de lo que ya lo hacía. — Mmgh.. Maldita sea, siempre me aprietas muy bien, me encantas… Oohh… Mierda. — Riki siguió penetrándola rudo por unos minutos más, incluso cuando el coño de su compañera lo ordeño dolorosamente por el orgasmo que la llenaba, con sus gemidos ahogados sobre las sábanas. Mmhg… Aah-aah… Si… Joder. — Riki gimió, hundiéndose por última vez llenándola por completo. Sin salir de su interior agachó su cuerpo al suyo, quitando el cabello de su rostro y dejando un tierno beso en la mejilla. — Gracias…
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diet pepsi ⸺ camp counselor!jay (sounds to scenes collection)
( ★ ) ⸻ jay spent the entire summer pretending that he wasn't into you. ignoring every single one of your advances, because it made sense. you were younger. he was leaving. it just wouldn't work out. avoiding you just made the most sense. until he's letting himself slip on your last night together and he's quickly realizing that he's made a huge mistake.
۶ৎpairing: mentor!jay x mentee!reader ۶ৎgenre: heavy angst... smut. summer camp au. age gap (reader is 18, jay is 24). established relationships. ۶ৎtw: smut (mdni!) descriptive making out, loss of virginity, mutual pining. unexpected heeseung closure. fingering, dry humping. slight dirty talk. unresolved feelings. cortis!martin makes an appearance. bnd!jaehyun. car sex. subtle masturbation (m.), relationship ending. gone the next morning... post sex abandonment? unprotected sex (not in this economy pls). ۶ৎwc: 16.5k+
⸻ playlist | diet pepsi. addison rae, bound. the ponderosa twins plus one, late night talking. harry styles, electric love. borns, love grows (where my rosemary goes). edison lighthouse, tenerife sea. ed sheeran, perfect places. lorde, bad habit. steve lacy, get you. daniel caesar ft. kali uchis, summertime sadness. lana del rey, vienna. billy joel, the scientist. coldplay.
by the time the sun was setting, camp barely looked like camp anymore. the campers that had spent the past three months running from cabin to cabin had been picked up hours ago. said cabins cleaned up and empty, ready for the winter that slowly crept around the corner. the lake was still. for the first time all summer, there wasn't a schedule to follow, no activities, no headcounts. no one asking where the arts-and-crafts supplies were. you and the eleven other counselors were the only ones left, closing out the summer with a well deserved bonfire barbecue.
martin, sakai and jaehyun dragged picnic tables to the beach before setting the folding chairs up to surround the fire, while jungwon set up his speaker, viv and lex arguing about whose playlist should be shuffled. the smell of charcoal hung heavy in the air as heeseung started up the grill, expertly cutting thick pieces of beef while brin stole bites directly off the serving tray.
he's rolling his eyes the third time her tongs chase his, “those are for everybody,” he grumbles, she nods with a grin – pushing a big piece past her lips. “mhm!” she's reaching for another piece, but he's nudging her away with his hip. she easily reaches around him, popping the pork into her mouth before he can steal it back. “brin.” he tries to sound stern, but the natural softness of his voice never leaves him. “you've eaten like a full cow by now,” he jokes and she grins wide up at him, shoulders lifting in a shrug.
“put more on,” she says simply.
mindless chatter is heard all throughout the beach, a red solo cup clutched in every hand. sunoo is stationed behind a folding table he deemed the bar, two coolers hidden underneath filled with juice and several bottles that had been hidden for the better half of the summer and an obnoxious amount of fruit. mia argues as he hands her drink over, “you shouldn't eyeball vodka,” she nags and he's snorting out a laugh. “it literally won't matter in ten years, just drink.” he encourages, repeating what had become his mantra these last few days.
and no matter how scary that sounded, he was right. all the moments that seemed huge, everything that made you cry, smile, laugh – most likely wouldn't even matter ten years from now. but that's what made every last moment that much more special, what made the goodbyes that you all knew were looming that much more devastating. because despite promising to stay in touch, you all knew that this was all temporary and in ten years, everything would be so different. you all would be completely different.
you sit close to the fire with the other girls as the chaos settles, slowly rotating a marshmallow over the flames. the heat warming the bare skin of your thighs left by the dress you picked this morning. subconsciously putting more thought into your appearance, knowing what tonight meant. it was the last night, yes, but it always was a last chance. so you’re choosing the strapless dress that hugged your frame, a bright orange with pretty pink flowers scattered over it, the colors seeming to pop against your sun-kissed skin.
you hoped you looked as pretty as you felt and that a certain someone took notice, the moment he's drifting into your thoughts – your eyes shift to where he stands. leaning casually against one of the surfboards, head tipped back as he laughs at something jungwon said. jongseong park. jay. you remember reading his name on the welcome sheet on your very first day, the man in charge of the music lodge and all of the instruments inside. your mentor for the next three months and the man who you'd be replacing at the end of the summer when he left for grad school.
that's what he was introduced to you as, but after meeting him, after spending every single day with him for the last ninety-two days, he had become so much more. he was funny, smart, kind, generous and extremely talented. the kids loved him, looked up to him and he gave them a good reason to with how patient and encouraging he was with every last one of them. he was an all around good guy and him being without a doubt the hottest guy you've ever laid eyes on only added to that.
jay was sexy without even trying to be, from his facial expressions to the way his fingers moved over the strings of his guitar, everything he did seemed to draw you in. and god you were so bad at hiding it. from day one, you couldn't keep your eyes from finding him in the crowd, couldn't mask the insistent blush of your cheeks or the way giggles would slip past your lips before you could even think twice.
and the craziest part of all of it, was that he also seemed interested in you. you never missed the way the touches would linger, the way his eyes would drop to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. you've even caught him watching you from the pier one night when you and the other girls went out for a late swim. but you never once made a move, just treaded dangerously close to the line and it all but drove you insane.
“you're drooling,” you hear from beside you and your body startles, nearly dropping your marshmallow into the fire. viv laugh besides you, leaning into your shoulder as she does. you can already feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “no i'm not,” you uselessly defend and she nods as if she actually believes you, “why don't you go say something?” brin makes an attempt at whispering, leaning across viv to look at you.
you feel the anxiety blooming in your chest before she's even finishing her sentence, “are you crazy!?” while you were like 89% sure jay also thought you were cute, there was still that 11% chance that he was just being nice. and you were terrified by that 11%. viv lifts her drink to her lips, taking a big gulp of it before she's setting in the sand, deciding she was done with it. “he leaves tomorrow... forever.” she reminds with a pointed look. “and then in ten years, none of this will matter...”
as if he could sense he was being talked about, jay's eyes drift in your direction. not even half surprised that he caught you and the other girls staring, it sort of been the theme of the summer. and the way he wiggles his fingers in a slight wave makes everything worse, because you're gasping, marshmallow actually hitting the ground as laughter erupts between your friends.
the night stretches just like that, conversations bouncing between you, drinks and food being passed and lingering stares between you and jay that everyone else pretending they didn't notice. by the time the sky was dark and the stars were twinkling, everything seemed to settle. the feeling of finality that everyone had been avoiding thickening with each flicker of the fire.
“i can't believe i won't be back here next year,” heeseung says, earning a chorus of loud eye rolls from each of you. he's only mentioned it a trillion times in the past three months. “oh my god, wait! it's your last summer!?” lex fakes a gasp that has laughter spreading, heeseung lifts his middle finger in her direction while brin slaps at her shoulder playfully. “cut him some slack, he's been here since they filled the lake.” she teases.
jungwon is quick to interject, a smirk playing on his lips. “nah, that was jay. he poured the water in himself, one cup at a time,” he punctuates his words with a tip of his own cup, letting the last few drops of his liquor hit the sand. “seriously, though, we're going to miss you guys.” sakai starts and you can already hear the quiver in her tone. “it's going to be so weird not smelling brin making bacon before sunrise, or hearing jay fighting with the kids for hiding his drumsticks, no more heeseung waking us up past midnight for ramyeon...” her lips form a pout before she can even finish her thought and you're reaching over to hug her.
“aw.” martin coos, setting down his drink before clapping his hands together. “think tonight calls for some goodbye speeches,” agreement is immediate and it's not long before brin is standing. she talks about her love for the camp, when she started and how close she's become with every one of you, highlighting funny moments, sad ones and ones that she swears she'll never forget. heeseung follows, starting with “i can't believe this is my last summer...” and ending with the same words, head shaking.
jay stands next and you feel the way your heart flutters for no good reason. his hand rubs at the back of his neck, teeth tugging at his lower lip as he fought to put the right words together. he looked handsome, face lit by the fire, hair dyed blond after losing a dare to one of the campers on the first week. it suited him. “i hate public speaking,” jungwon leads the chorus of boos that follow his words, pulling a laugh from him which seems to ease the tension between his shoulders.
he continues on despite the thump in his chest, despite knowing you're sat less than a few feet away, watching him. “honestly, this place has been home for a long time. i started when i was seventeen?” he ignores the groans that come from the group, out of all the counselors, he's been there the longest and he never let them forget it. “get off the stage, unc!” jungwon shouts, hands cupped around his mouth.
jay's eyes drift from the lake, over to the music lodge sitting at the edge of the camp, back to the friends he's grown closer to every summer. and then to you and the way you smile at him has him losing his train of thought for a full three seconds. “seriously, though, i've spent almost every summer here and i thought that would make leaving harder but it isn't. of course, i'll miss the campers, you guys and obviously my music room, but...” his eyes are back on yours and everyone notices the way his gaze, “i think the reason it's kind of easy is because i know everything i love is being left in good hands,” exaggerated gasps are heard around the fire.
jay does his best to ignore them, eyes never breaking from yours. his gaze said everything he had been swallowing for the past few months, mixed with the regret of not having the courage to make a move sooner. stood in his own way each and every time. “yn, i'm so relieved to know you'll be the one replacing me. you're so good with the kiddos, you're smart, funny... patient and creative... way more organized that i've ever been. thank you for making leaving a little bit easier, i appreciate you,” an unmistakable blush has settled on his cheeks and he's moving to sit, “and you look pretty in all your dresses,” the words are jumbled together, alcohol giving him just enough courage to mumble what he had been thinking every morning you walked into the music lodge.
the silence lasts for less than a second before obnoxious cheers erupt through the group. “better late than never!” jaehyun whistles, while sunoo claps wildly beside him. apparently, he had mentioned it to everyone but you the way they were reacting like it was this long awaited thing. it was. you ignore the flutter in your chest long enough to thank him. you can't stop replaying the last three words of his speech: 'all your dresses'. all like every one of them? which meant he had noticed every one. and he thought every one was pretty.
and he waited until the night before he was leaving to say something about it. bittersweet wasn't even the word.
the rest of the evening passes in a blur. all of your crowded around the fire, reminiscing and sharing secrets. it has the expected warm feeling the end of summer would, but you can't seem to fully enjoy it with the way your eyes keep drifting to jay. as the hours tick on, the group starts to break apart around the beach. heeseung and martin had volunteered to get more drinks and jay had hopped up to help, since then the three of them had been seated at the table a few feet away. they're talking quietly but you don't miss the not so discreet way one of them would point in your direction.
viv and mia only make it worse, shoving and hitting your arm wildly when jay finally stands to head toward the coolers. “okay, okay. go now.” you hear one of them say, nearly shoving you off of your chair. and you don't miss the kissing noises they make as you're walking away.
the coolers sit near one of the set up of kayaks that jaehyun swore he'd get put away before sundown. it was ten pm. jay is already crouched beside one when you approach, pushing aside melting ice as he searched for another drink. “hi,” your heart is pounding so rough against your chest, it's all you can muster. you catch the way his hand stills, body stilling for just a second before he's shaking it off – pulling two wine coolers from the ice before standing to face you. he hands one over with the prettiest of smiles.
“hey.” he says through one of his nervous laughs you've gotten so familiar with.
“i liked your speech,” it's all you can think of saying because it's all you can think about. his gaze drops to the sand, a hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck. and for the first time all evening, all summer even – jay actually looks embarrassed. the past three months, you've been the one blushing, the one caught staring, you've been so sure you've been making a fool out of yourself with your loud crush. when it reality, he's been noticing you this entire time too. he was just so much better at hiding it.
his shoulders lift in a slight shrug, “i was just being honest.”
“honest? you were flirting with me,” you accuse playfully and that has his cheeks going pink. “oh my god,” he laughs and it's a real pretty one, it has a smile lifting on your lips almost immediately. his eyes find yours for a moment, but he's quickly finding something else to focus on. and then he's slowly coming back, allowing himself to actually look. his stare is so intense that it has you shifting, searching for something to say, anything to fill the silence. your lips part, but he's beating you to it. “i meant it. i really like you, yn. but...”
he's getting ready to reject you, you can just tell. jay didn't like loose ends and despite all the quiet glances, subtle flirting that you're now just realizing was flirting, he was still leaving in the morning. he was starting a whole new chapter of his life and there could be no maybes left behind. so he needed a clean break. you're interrupting him before he has the chance. “and you said i was pretty in all my dresses. you know, i knew you were staring every morning... you'd always act like you were look at your bon jovi poster,”
jay is letting out a low laugh, “it's a nice poster!” he defends. “but yeah, it was you.” it feels so weird to say out loud, he had been so careful all summer and admitting that he had been admiring you this whole time didn't feel like him. “you looked good in every one. extremely distracting by the way.” he's twisting the cap off of his drink as he speaks, taking a long sip from it.
and you realize why he's not holding back anymore, the semi permanent flush of his cheeks and glossy look in his eye. “every one?” you prompt with a grin, following his lead and taking a sip from your drink too.
he nods without a moment of hesitation, “all of them.” the confidence in his voice catches you off guard, because this was jay we were talking about. the same jay that spent three months carefully putting distance between you every time you got too close. who would find excuses to rush away whenever you'd start flirting with him. the same jay who'd look away whenever you caught him staring, spouting off nonsense facts about bon jovi instead of saying what he truly wanted to.
that jay was looking at you through hooded eyes, gaze dragging over the curves of your body. and a lazy smile stretches on his face that makes your stomach twist. he's nodding his head as if he's confirming a question he had asked himself. “yeah, all of them.” he says quietly. “the long blue one with the slit on the side,” your lips part slightly, the exact morning flashing in your mind. it was only the third day and he called you in early to do one final sweep before the campers were arriving later that day. you remember just throwing the dress on, annoyed that you were up before sunrise when everyone else was sleeping in.
“you remember that?” he's nodding before you're even done speaking. “yeah, you wouldn't stop giving me attitude all day.” he's laughing with a shake of his head. he's taking a step closer, turning so he's facing you fully and you feel your stomach twist. “the white one you wore to the talent show,” he continues, lip tucked between his teeth. he had stood on the other side of the room the entire show, barely speaking two words to you when it was over.
“and...” his head tilts slightly, eyes dragging over you in the way that makes it so painfully obvious that he's been forcing himself not to look at you all summer. he's grinning. “the short orange one you're wearing now,” you actually feel the way your brain short-circuits, eyes wide as your jaw drops. it's usually the other way around, you coming onto him and him ignoring you. so now that the roles were reversed, you have no idea what to do with yourself.
“okay, stop.” you're laughing, hand lifting to slap his shoulder. “what? i can't compliment you? you compliment me all the time.” you shake your head quickly, “tit's different when you do it. especially now.” you point out and jay goes quiet, because he knows you're right. it is different. everything is. summer was over, all the campers were gone, he was leaving tomorrow morning and everything just felt... heavier?
before either of you can say anything else, a scream cuts across the beach. both of you turn at the sound to find sunoo pealing his shirt from his body, sprinting toward the water. “LAST SWIM OF THE SUMMER!” he shouts as he runs. chaos breaks out within seconds, your friends abandoning their drinks and kicking off their shoes. shirts and shorts fly through the air as they reveal the swimsuits they'd been wearing all night.
the firelight flickers across the beach as everyone runs toward the lake. viv jumps on jaehyun's back, his hands clutching her thighs as he runs. jungwon, martin, sakai and lex have already started climbing up a nearby cliff. mia and heeseung are in search of a beach ball. it's so obvious that everyone was trying to drag out time, trying to cram in as many 'lasts' as they could before morning was rolling in and all of this was ending.
you're smiling, gaze shifting back to jay. and you find him already look at you, he smiles brightly before tapping his bottle against yours, tipping it back and swallowing the rest down. you do the same. his head tilts toward the lake once you're finished, brow lifted slightly. “race you,” he's running off before you can even register what he's said, bottle ditched somewhere in the sand and you're quick to follow behind him.
jay's laugh is loud and unrestrained as he runs into the water, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. you've never heard him laugh like that, ever and it's incredibly contagious. your dress joins the liter of clothing at the shoreline as you rush in. the lake is freezing and you're squealing the second it hits your legs. jay turns to face you, he's already fully submerged himself into the water and he's reaching a hand out to you.
“you gotta jump right in,” you've been saying that to him all summer. the irony is funny to you. still, you take hold of his hand and he's easily tugging you toward him. the two of you float there, treading water and staring at each other. it's like he was getting in all the looking he had missed out in the past months. “what?” you're laughing and he's shrugging his shoulder slightly. “just remembering...” you hate the way his words make you feel. you don't want to think about it being the last night, or all the time wasted. so you splash him instead, a hard wave that soaks his hair. jay's laughing, hand pushing his hair back out of his eyes to see that you've swam away and he's quick to swim after you.
you're swimming right through the middle of the impromptu game of water volleyball, jaehyun deciding you're apart of his team and sending jay to join heeseung's side. sunoo teases mia about winning now that they had you and she had jay, she rolls her eyes before roughly serving the ball. it hits jaehyun in the chest and viv shouts from the pier for you all to be careful with her man, brin laughing beside her.
across the lake, jungwon, martin, sakai and lex have made it to the top of the cliff. their voices echo as they argue about what actually counts as a flip. martin deciding to shut them all up by launching himself off of the rock, body flipping naturally in the air whooping loudly just before he's hitting the water with a loud splash and lex follows behind him, looking less graceful but gaining a supportive chant from the girls when she resurfaces.
the game of volleyball melts into a shouting match after the first three rounds, arguments about points that nobody had been even keeping track of in the first place, sunoo swearing that he didn't cheat and heeseung and jay going back and forth about something neither of them seem particularly passion about. the beach ball floats away forgotten by both teams.
eventually, you're paddling your way back toward the dock, pulling yourself up beside viv and brin. water drips from your legs as you stretch them out in front of you, back laying against the warm wood. viv immediately scoots closer, grin wide as her eyes drift to where jay and heeseung fight to pull each other under the water. “so,” you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “does he like you? does he want to kiss and get married and have five kids?” she's asking and you're barking out a laugh.
“yeah, right.” you roll your eyes. “we didn't say much, really. just that he liked me dresses.” you catch the way brin rolls her eyes, letting out a soft huff. “he's hopeless,” she sighs, but is quickly moving to change the subject, pointing across the lake as sakai shoves jungwon into the water before jumping off behind him. “can you believe she's going to be in charge next year?” brin had spent the past three months training sakai on how to run this place and come next year, she'd be the new head counselor.
viv is shaking her head, “wild. this is the same girl who faked pneumonia to get out of cooking duties, by the way.” you're snorting out a laugh. “i'm going to miss this,” the admission settles between all three of you. waking up and not have your friends right outside your door, no more staying up late to watch the stars. this place somehow became home without any of you noticing and in less than twelve hours it all would be over.
the dock shifts slightly, a large splash following and the sound of jaehyun's laughter. viv is rolling her eyes, kicking her foot out to him but instead of hitting him, he's catching it by the ankle. he's tugging her slightly, earning a swift kick with the other leg. he's laughing. “come here,” his thumb traces her ankle, hand slowly dragging up her calf. “i'm having a conversation,” viv says, gesturing between you and brin.
jaehyun is shrugging quickly. “you can have it in the water,” his fingers tighten around her leg, a sly grin spreading across his lips and anyone can guess what he's thinking. “jaehyun, don't.” he's looking up at her, mischief dancing through his eyes. “what? i'm just touching you. i love you. i can't touch you?” they're ignoring the gagging noises that come from beside them just like they always do.
“i can feel you–” she is not even able to finish her sentence before he's yanking his arm toward him, successfully pulling viv off of the dock and into the water. he catches her instantly, arms around her waist as her legs secure themselves around his waist. “say bye to your friends,” he says already swimming further into the water.
a few feet away, heeseung is waving both his arms in your direction. “are you two planning on sitting there all night?” he shouts with his hands now cupped around his mouth. “maybe!” you're shouting back and he's quickly shaking his head, waving you both over. “get in the water!” brin is quickly pointing at you, despite the fact her legs and hair were still dry. “she doesn't want to,”
“what!? you're still dry,” you point out. she's rolling her eyes, slipping in just as heeseung has started swimming over. you follow behind her. the group gathers together slowly, floating in the middle of the lake as conversations overlap. you're all drifting between each other, talking about plans for the next few weeks, sharing excitement for next year, worries. jungwon's group eventually get their fix of cliff diving and join the rest of you in the water. lex puling herself comfortably on sunoo's back, reaching forward to steal his drink. mia starts another argument this time with sakai about who slept in the most.
and somehow in the midst of all of this, you end up beside jay again, without even fully realizing it. at least that's what you tell yourself when your shoulder bumps against his. one moment, he's laughing at something heeseung says, the very next you're stealing his attention away, in your tiny yellow bikini that barely covers yours ass. he knows. he checked.
you're so close to him, but you're completely enthralled in conversations. laughing loudly and engaging freely. your legs brushes against his whenever a soft wave rolls through and each time neither of you move away or say anything about it. you don't realize that the two of you are floating away at first. you were listening to the others, jungwon's laugh carrying across the water as martin exposes him for never really being on duty.
their voices come and go with the ways, but slowly it seems like they're fading into the background. you shift onto your break, letting the water hold your weight as you stare up at the twinkling stars scattered across the sky. jay stays close to you, tanned skin glistening in the moonlight. his hair is wet and slicked back, dark eyes sparkling as he watches you.
“you stare a lot,” you're pointing out with a laugh.
he's quick to nod his head, not even bothering to deny it. his hands find their way underneath you, floating uselessly beneath your back as if he's holding you up – but not actually touching you. just looking for excuses to be close to you, to touch you. even if it was through the water. “you're so different tonight, i'm not used to this jay.” you're saying after a minute and jay's gaze is dragging up to your eyes.
“am i?” he's asking like it's not the most obvious thing. “yes. you're actually looking at me, complimenting me, not rushing away when i get too close. where was this all summer?” besides the time the two of you spent working together in the music lodge, there were very few times where you were alone. no matter how much you wanted to be. “i was trying really hard to be professional. i'm your mentor.”
“not anymore,” you're quick to point out and you notice the way his eyes drag down the line of your neck to to the swell of your breasts all the way down to the curve of your waist. his eyes catch the gold jewelry that dangles from your navel before he's snapping his eyes back up to yours. “not anymore,” he repeats with a nod. you feel the way the palm of his hand grazes your thigh as he floats closer to you.
you're sure the pounding in your chest can be heard by your friends on the other side of the lake. you try to appear as composed as possible. “so, what else have you been keeping to yourself?” jay's lips shift into a smirk, head tilting to the side slightly. of course you want to know what he's been thinking about you since he was first meeting you. and he's kept his cards so close to his chest up until now, it was only fair. “you want the whole list?”
your head tilts so your able to look at his face fully, eyes wide. “there's a list?”
“a long one,” he's nodding quickly. “like how cute i think you look biting your lip when you play the piano. the way i admired how easily you were able to bond with the kids in our class...” he's actually searching his mind for more things to tell you and you find that unbelievably adorable.
but still, something about all of this just doesn't sit right by you. “why'd you wait so long to say something?” he's letting out a soft sigh, stepping back slightly as his hand rubs at the back of his neck. “i'm leaving in the morning, yn. and i'm not coming back. i mean, i liked you from the start but it didn't seem smart to start something with you i knew i wasn't going to be around to finish.” it made sense. he wasn't coming back, this was his last summer before he went to start his life in new york or california or wherever life took him. this was his past now.
“and i knew you had a crush on me too, it just didn't seem fair.” he's explaining with a sigh and you're nodding, because he's right. you hated to admit it, but he was right. now you knew, though. and you still had the rest of the night. there was no sense in moping around about the fact that this would be the last time you'd see each other when you could be reveling in the time you still had.
you're shifting in the water so you're upright again. “you know, i really thought i was embarrassing myself all summer. turns out you were crushing on me just as bad,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him that has him smiling. “no, you were.” he's clarifying and you reach over to slap at his chest. “i was not! you kept a mental inventory of my dress collection,” you're pointing out.
“yeah, but i was subtle. you knocked over an entire box of guitar pics when i touched your hand,” the memory makes him smile, you were wearing a green halter dress than, hair pulled into a sleek bun. and you smelt like caramel. “okay, but-” you try to defend yourself, but he's interrupting you. “and let's not forget the time you spilled juice in your lap when i sat by you,” white dress with red and pink flowers all over it. it was ruined. rip.
you embarrassed yourself in front of him more times than you could count and there was denying that, so you don't try to. “you know what,” you're grumbling, hands pushing the water hard enough to send a large splash toward him. it hits him directly in the face, soaking his hair all over again. and you don't miss the dangerous smile on his lips as he reaches up to wipe the water from your eyes, you're already swimming away before he's opening them.
“oh, you're done.” you hear from behind you and you make the mistake of looking back, catching the way he dips under the water. he's scarily fast. you're letting out a squeal as you rush away from him. he's laughing at how easily he's able to close the distance between the two of you. and you hate this version of him. no, actually that was a lie – you hate how much you like this version of him.
this is the jay everyone else around you apparently knew about it. the one that wasn't watching every word or always stepping back. he was no longer trying so hard to keep up with this stiff image of himself, he was just being. and you hate that it took until the very last day for you to finally experience him this way. you're laughing so hard you can barely defend yourself, screaming when jay is finally catching you. “jay!” you shout as he's easily lifting you over his shoulder and tossing you behind his back into the water.
you're resurfacing quickly, jumping onto his back without a bit of hesitation. jay stumbles forward, laughing as you wrap your around his shoulders trying with all your might to get him under the water. “i'm going to fucking drown you,” the threat comes between laughs, ruined by the fact that you're barely even able to move him. “you?” he says amused, a large hand lifting to wrap around the arm you've got around his neck. “are we sure about that?” the confidence in his voice should've been your warning, but you barely have time to question it before he's shaking you off and right back into the lake.
you're bobbing to the surface with a gasp, shoving wet hair from your face as your eyes find jay standing across from you. he's bent over laughing so hard he's basically wheezing, eyes shut as he clutches his stomach and you're taking the chance. you're jumping on him before he can react, sending both of your bodies under the water. you're quick with swimming to the surface, coughing and laughing as jay wipes water from his eyes. “get over here,” his laugh follows his words, and you're instantly swimming away.
you hear the water shifting behind you. way too fast. and you're swimming straight for the rocks, planning on getting out of the water entirely and getting away from him on foot, but you're barely able to touch them when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. he's pulling you toward him swiftly, your spine colliding with his solid chest – hands braced on the rocks in front of you. you were literally trapped between a rock and a hard place. “i warned you,” his voice is right beside your ear and you're suddenly becoming painfully aware of how close you were.
you can feel the way his breathing has changed against your back, hands dropped down to your hips as he holds your body against his. his grip tightens for half a second as another wave rolls between you. you feel him shift behind you, pulling you close and you're gasping when you realize what he's doing. your ass is pressed right against his crotch, his stiffness pressing against your ass. his head tilts slightly, a hand lifting to push your hair off of one shoulder. “done running from me?” he mumbles but you can't even form a proper sentence right now.
you're nodding, breathless, pulse is racing and slowly you're turning around in his arms, hands landing on his shoulders. he looks like he's ready to devour you. hair dripping into his eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes slowly drinking you in. and for once, he's not looking away when your eyes meet. instead, he's moving in closer. your bodies shift until your back is pressed against the rolls and there is no where else for you go besides into him.
his hand lifts from your body, finger latching onto the front strap of your bikini – right between your breasts. he grins at the sound of your breath hitching, the soft gasp you let out when he's tugging you toward him. the water ripples, your chest hits his and he's backing you back against the rock before his leaning down. you can almost hear his resolve snap before his mouth finds yours and you're immediately melting into it.
overhead, jungwon is launching himself off of the cliff after successfully convincing his group to climb back up. his body rotates easily through the air, the best backflip that he's all summer and he can hear the cheer of his friends as they look up at him. and then he's catching movement, seconds before he's about to hit the water. it's you and jay, further from the rest of the group still. standing a bit too close.
he's eyes are widening when jay is lifting his hand, finger hooking into your bikini top and tugging before he's tugging you toward him. “no way,” the words leave his lips just as he's hitting the water, the splash that follows is huge but he can't even reveal in that as he fights to the surface. he swims to the edge of the lake, pulling himself out of the water as he shoves his wet hair from his face. eyes finding the two of you again, still very much kissing. and when he reaches the top of the cliff again, you're in the same spot.
martin is still standing near the edge of the cliff, sakai trying to convince him to belly flop. lex spots jungwon first, brow furrowing. “you said last jump, why you back?” he nearly slips as he rushes toward the edge of the cliff, pointing aggressively down at the water. “look.” martin follows the direction of his finger, sakai tilting her head to the side as she squints and lex crouches down slightly.
“oh my god.”
jay's groaning against your mouth and the sound shoots straight through you. his mouth moves over your swiftly, tongue pushing it's way past your lips. your brain is reeling, completely drowning in the taste of him. everything in the background just ceased to exist, you were no longer worried about tomorrow, or next summer or even your friends that were right behind you. all you could think, breathe, feel was jay.
your mouth tastes like the blueberry wine coolers you've been drinking, you smell like caramel the way you always do, and the way you feel against him is enough to drive just about anyone insane. your arms are around his neck, chest pressed to his and head tilted as your tongue is rolling into his mouth. he doesn't miss the soft whine you're letting out, the sound muffled by his mouth but his dick responds anyway. pressing firmly against you, you're shifting closer.
jaehyun sits on the dock, hands spread out beside him with viv perched between his legs. she's droning on about her new campus and her new roommate that she was so excited to meet. he's half listening, but his attention seems to drift across the water. a habit he's picked up throughout the summer, sort of like canvasing. checking where everyone had ended up, what you're all doing.
brin is floating in the water by heeseung, talking about their first summer here... six years ago. she had these atrocious bangs and braces, he still hadn't even grown into his nose. it was crazy how to two of them grew up. mia and sunoo sit at the edge of the water, legs kicking in front of them as sunoo gushes about finally being reunited with his boyfriend back home.
jungwon, martin, lex and sakai are still on that damn cliff, but instead of doing flips like they had been all night, they're crouched down staring below them. jaehyun follows their gaze and he's nearly falls over when he's seeing what they see. “oh, no way.”
“baby, i'm telling you a story.” viv says from between his legs, turning to look at her man who was clearly no longer paying attention. his hand reaches for her jaw, turning her head in the direction of you and jay. she's gasping, moving quickly like the queen of gossip he knew she was. she's waving her arms dramatically trying to catch mia's attention and it takes less than a few seconds before she's looking over.
'what?' she mouths and viv is pointing in your direction. her eyes land on the two of you instantly and she's grabbing sunoo's arm, pointing across the lake. sunoo is letting out a loud gasp, leaning forward like he's about to charge right over to you. mia is holding him back just in case. “heeseung,” jaehyun is whisper-shouting, catching the older boy's attention pretty quickly.
'look at jay.' he mouths and heeseung's brows are furrowing before both him and brin are turning around. the grin that spreads on his face can only be described as proud. finally. after three months of pining, finally. he has to hold back from applauding his friend.
jay moves like he's been starving for this. hands dropping to your thighs and squeezing roughly until you're taking the initiative and climbing onto him, legs wrapping easily around his waist. he's sucking your lip into his mouth, teeth grazing it as he presses his hips forward, effectively pinning you against the rocks. your hands have made their way into his damp hair, tangled in the strands.
neither of you have any idea that all of your friends bought front row tickets to your first kiss and it's evident in the way jay is shifting his hips forward, half hard cock pressing against him and you're pressing down just as hard. he's humming out a moan and you feel it throughout your body, heat pooling between your legs. his fingers spread against your skin, slowly sliding up your thighs.
you're pulling back just enough to catch your breath, a soft laugh falling from your lips at the dazed look in his eyes. cheeks flushed pink beneath the moonlight, lips swollen from the kiss, chest rising and falling unevenly. droplets of water fall from the hair that covers his forehead. he doesn't say anything, just stands there taking you in. the sight alone has another giggle falling from you lips and that has his gaze dropping to your lips. he's leaning in again before he can think twice about it.
“let her breathe, let her breathe!” sunoo's voice echoes across the lake and you feel jay's body go rigid against you. his eyes squeeze shut as if he's suddenly remembering where he is and the fact that it wasn't just the two of you out there. “that's it! get your man!” mia is whooping, lifting her drink the air as she cheers for you. your shoulders shake, a horrified laugh escaping you as your forehead falls onto jay's shoulder. the sound is quickly swallowed by the shouts that come from your friends.
jay is letting out a low breath through his nose. his head lifting toward the sky for a second with a shake of his head. and when he's looking back down at you, this is the first time you've ever seen him have his composure rocked. usually so calm and careful, but here he looked almost boyish? obviously blushing as the teasing from your friends filled the air. his hands stayed resting on your thighs the entire time, holding your body close to his as jungwon shouts about having seeing it happen first.
“this is so beautiful!” sakai shouts from the top of the cliff, leaning on martin as tears well in her eyes. clearly more emotional about leaving camp than she let on. martin wraps an arm around her waist before leaning forward where jay is able to see him. “look what y'all did! you made kai-baby cry.” he points down at the girl in his arms who also cried after seeing all the beds made this morning.
“kiss again!” jaehyun is shouting from the dock, earning a supportive whistle from viv. the group erupts at the suggestion, childishly chanting 'kiss' as jay stands there mortified. and you think it's hilarious, he looks so cute embarrassed, trying to hide the fact that his heart wasn't pounding and despite how badly he wanted to kiss you, he was all of a sudden feeling shy.
“come on, the first one didn't count!” brin is shouting through the chants. “how would that not count!?” jay shoots back, finally turning back to look at your friends. his reaction only fueling their chants and you can practically feel the heat coming off of him now. they're all a perfect orchestra. heeseung leads the chants, hands cupped around his mouth as cheers for another kiss. lex is leaning over the edge of the rock, sending exaggerated kissy faces your way. and brin is holding her hands up, making them kiss as her lips pucker.
and despite how desperate jay looks to escape their attention, you're addicted to peer pressure. a laugh slips past your lips as your hand is reaching down, fingers pressing against his jaw gently – just enough to turn his head back toward you. the shouting gets louder instantly. you're leaning down against instantly, mouth slotted against his and he's letting out an involuntarily groan at the feeling. the cheers that follow are obnoxiously deafening and it has your laughs dying against jay's lips.
the cold of the lake slowly becomes unbearable and one by one, you all begin making your way back toward the shore. the like that had been full of shouting and splashing just minutes ago is now quiet behind you, water still. wet footprints trail through the sand, towels stolen and half finished drinks recovered from where they had been abandoned hours ago.
you're settling in front of the fire with jay who swiftly positions himself behind you. the fire crackles in front of you, casting a warm light across the campgrounds. hair and body still wet, but you're settling further into jay's chest until going to find a towel. he doesn't seem to care much either, arm looping around your waist as he holds you close to him.
neither of you seem particularly interested in talking about what just happened, instead you just smile way too wide each time your eyes meet. you can hear brin from across the grounds, hair wrapped in a towel and a large hoodie covering her frame. she's rubbing at her stomach as she speaks. “i'm starving!” heeseung snorts as he walks past, his wet swim trunks in hand a pair of dry short hanging loose on his hips. he's digging through the coolers, without even looking up.
“we still have a bunch of meat left. should we kill it?” he suggests and brin's body immediately perks up. “say swear,” she says, taking quick steps to where he stands. he's letting out a soft laugh, pulling two unopened packets of pork belly from the ice with one hand, three packets of brisket in the other. “swear,” brin is squealing, reaching up to take the packets in hand. “see? this is why you're my favorite.” she says, leading the way toward the grill.
heeseung is rolling his eyes, but following closely behind. “yesterday you said lex was your favorite,” he points out and brin is nodding happily. her hand extends so she's able to boop the tip of heeseung's nose, he's scrunching it immediately. “today it's you.”
you spot sunoo walking toward the fire a few seconds later carrying four drinks, two in each hand. “good news,” he announces in a sing-song tone, lifting the bottles toward his face. “i found a full box,” viv and jaehyun trail behind him, stealing one of the bottles before settling on one of the lawn chairs. sunoo hands you a bottle, before passing the next one to jay and plopping down by the fire. “this is starting to feel final,” you say with a pout and you feel the way jay stiffens behind you.
“we live close! we should plan something, yn.” viv reaches her hands out to you and you're agreeing instantly. you two were only a forty-five minute drive apart, it wouldn't be hard to make plans together before next summer, it was just harder when you weren't just a few doors away. rather than across the country.
lex, mia and jungwon take responsibility for the mess they spent most of the night helping create. jungwon is already collecting empty bottles to recycle, lex is carrying a trash bag that's somehow bigger than she is, while mia complains but about everyone being pigs while she cleans up the leftover food. she's mainly yelling at martin who's pretending he can't hear her from where he still sits at the lake with sakai beside him.
they're sat near the edge of the water in the sand, sakai is wrapped in a large blanket and martin has his head resting on her shoulder, fighting the sleep that's creeping up on him. sunoo is rummaging through his bag for something, his bottle pressed between his knees as he looks. “oh wait!” he's exclaiming loud enough that it catches the attention of the people sitting closest to him.
“what?” jungwon is asking, head peeking up from the trash bag he had been separating.
sunoo is pulling a small stack of envelopes from his bag, holding them up with a wide grin. “we forgot these!” he's standing before anybody call say anything else, shuffling through the envelopes and making his way around the camp to hand them out. they're goodbye letters. you know, because you written eleven of your own. everyone had to, it was camp tradition according to brin.
but as sunoo makes his way through the group, the energy changes, you can feel it. the distribution was like a blaring indicator that it was over. eventually, you'd all have to go to sleep and face tomorrow. the fire was going to die down, heeseung was going to run out of food to make, at some point you'll run out of memories to share, stories to tell. it had to end. and you all had to say goodbye.
“i'm going to miss how you always steal my hoodies, even though you have a man.” sunoo says dramatically to viv while handing her the letter he wrote, he's shooting jaehyun a pointed look at the mention of him and then shuffling to find the letter for him. viv is taking hers with a laugh, tucking it safely beneath her leg. “and i'm going to miss pretending not to notice when you and viv disappear,” jaehyun takes his letter with a roll of his eyes, drink still pressed to his lips.
“you never pretended.” he points out and sunoo is nodding with a laugh. “because you guys are gross,” he sings before turning to continue his rounds.
by the time sunoo is dropping back down beside the fire, you've noticed a handful of your friends disappearing into their cabins and coming back with their own letters. but none of you talk about it, none of you make an announcement to pass them out, it sort of just happens.
the grill sizzles, brin stealing a piece of meat before it's finished cooking and heeseung is meeting her with an individual plate with the letter he wrote her tucked underneath it. she doesn't make a big deal out of it, takes the plate and the letter before plopping down at the picnic table to eat. jungwon complains about people not separating recyclables correctly, pulling glass bottles from the trash bag that should only be filled with food. martin is standing above him, note extended in front of his face.
“if that's another bottle, martin, i'm going to drown you in the lake. and then myself,” jungwon grumbles as he looks up, eyes finding the crisp envelope inches from his nose. he takes it quickly, tucking it into his pocket then goes right back to complaining. martin walks up, making his way back to where he had been sitting with sakai before, only now she's standing.
the blanket he had lent to her folded neatly a sad look on her face as she hands it over, the note she wrote for him resting on top. “i'm going to miss you so much,” she says through a sob and martin is chuckling softly, plucking the note from the top before grabbing the blanket. unlike everyone else, he's tearing into his note immediately despite sakai's protests. his eyes move quickly across the paper before they're slowing, taking in every written word and the meaning behind them.
sakai notices the shift, she recognizes it. “martin?” her head tilts up to get a better look at his face but he's quickly looking away, folding the note and tucking it back into it's envelope. “i'm fine,” he rushes out, wiping at his eyes with his knuckle. “let's go help clean up,”
a note seems to fall from the sky as jungwon passes, hitting your knee and landing on jay's lap. “read it away from me,” he mumbles before disappearing with his trash bag. jay is picking it up with a small smile. leave it to jungwon to literally run from any type of emotional exchange. “let me go put this away,” jay says, nudging at you leg gently and you're standing to allow him to slip from behind you and disappear into his cabin. you take the chance to slip away as well, grabbing the stack of letters you had spent the past week writing from underneath your pillow.
jay catches heeseung on his way to the bathroom, “hyung, wait.” heeseung's turning to the sound of jay's voice, eyes instantly landing on the thick envelope in his hand. “what is that like ten pages?” he asks with a laugh, reaching his hand out to take it. “it's only like seven,” he defends and heeseung is shaking his hand, tearing into the letter before jay can say anything of it.
“you know i have to read it out loud,” he says through a chuckle. jay is rolling his eyes, both hands pushing his hair back on his head as he feels his cheeks darkening. “you're so embarrassing,” he says with a shake of his head, but he doesn't fight it. heeseung would just find him and read it out loud later, he did it every summer for the past six years.
he's straightening his back and clearing his throat before bringing the note up to eye level, reading it like it's a scroll. “hyung. i tried keeping this short...” he lowers the letter to shoot a deadpan expression toward the younger boy. “seven pages?” he teases and jay is waving him off with a roll of his eyes. “just hurry up and read it,” much to his surprise, heeseung continues reading. “thank you for spending the past years putting up with me. though, i've been here longer than you... i never truly had someone to look up to until you arrived. we're the oldest, so everyone looks up to us. but i'm thankful i have you to look up to too.” jay doesn't miss the way the playfulness leaves heeseung's tone. realization that this was the last letter finally hitting him.
“i don't know if anybody else realizes how much this place has your fingerprints on it. you came up with most of the things we know call tradition, you've helped me write more songs than i can count. i even heard martin repeat one of your inside jokes his first week here... half the things the campers think have always existed started because of you, you're the blueprint.” heeseung pauses to grin because he had been screaming that for the past four years and finally he was getting the recognition for it.
the letter continues on like that, highlighting the memories they made together in the past six years, how close they've become. jay's plans for the future and how he promises to keep in touch, though, no one ever really did. but heeseung can tell that he meant it. the only difference is, heeseung was leaving too. not for the summer, forever. they both were on different paths of their lives now and seeing each other every summer was going to be a thing of the past.
he doesn't ruin the moment by pointing that out, though.
“you've been apart of almost every version of my adult life and it's going to be so hard imagining moving into my next phase without you standing ten feet away making an unnecessary comment. i don't really know how to end this, because i feel there shouldn't be an end to us. to our friendship. so i'll just say, thank you for being my friend and i'll see you soon.” heeseung looks up at jay to find him trying to look anywhere else, he's shaking his head laughing softly while flipping the pages over in his hands.
there's a few sentences scribbled on the back of the last one. “oh! there's more,” sarcasm drips from his words and jay's letting out a laugh. “i had a lot to say, shut up.” heeseung continues reading. “ps. stop giving relationship advice. even if you're right 99% of the time, stop it. your 'i told you so' face is so annoying. but, you were right again... i regret not telling yn how i feel. and i regret not kissing her when i had the chance,”
heeseung is looking up with a knowing smirk on his face, brow arched and jay is shoving at his shoulder. “that face! you're so irritating,” he says through a laugh while heeseung is carefully folding the note back up. “you kissed her, though. what changed your mind?” judging from the end of his note, it's clear that jay had no intention to actually make a move with you. but he saw the way jay kissed you in the water and how he's been all over you all night. this jay was very different from letter jay.
jay is clapping his hand on heeseung's shoulder with a shake of his head, “those fucking dresses, man.”
the night officially starts to settle around you. letters distributed and tucked away safely. the fire that had been roaring all evening has started to die down, only crackling whenever a piece of wood breaks. the loud shouts of your friends have dwindled into soft murmurs heard throughout the grounds. each one of you losing the battle against sleep, it was impossible to keep fighting it.
the food is gone, the coolers are empty. jungwon has organized every single piece of trash he could get his hands on. there was nothing left to do, there was nothing left to say. sakai and sunoo disappear first, walking into the bathroom with arms linked to do their skincare routine together for the last time of the summer. brin is a few steps behind them, yawning loudly and rubbing at her eye with the heel of her palm.
viv is curled up in jaehyun's lap, his hoodie working as a blanket as her head rests beneath his chin. every few minutes, she'll mumble something into his chest and he'll reach down to smooth a hand over her hair. jaehyun is still wide awake, talking quietly with jay from across the fire. you still sit comfortably in jay's lap but you're zoned out staring at the burning embers of the fire.
jungwon, martin and heeseung have migrated into their cabin, changed into their pajamas and laying on their beds. they talk softly, finding random things to say as they fight off the inevitable sleep. their voices drift through the open window every so often before dissolving back into sleepy laughter. across the lake, lex and mia have claimed the hammock and have been laying there with the past twenty minutes. neither of them have managed to finish a complete sentence, settling for quiet sighs and toying with each other's fingers.
jay feels you shiver against him for the fourth time and it has him realizing rubbing his hands over your arms was useless in warming you up. “you cold?” he asks, head tilting to the side so he can look at you. you're tired but you're fighting it, long curls pulled in a bun at the top of your head and pretty orange dress doing nothing against the cool night air. you're turning to look at him, head bobbing in a nod.
“i have a sweater in the car, should we...” he says it because he wants to spend more time together, that part is obvious. he could've very much you suggest you go to bed, put on warm sweats of your own and call it a night. but in reality, he wasn't ready for his night with you to end and neither were you, which is why you're standing to follow him.
the walk to his jeep isn't long, he parked close to the entrance out of his need for efficiency. he was set to leave early tomorrow morning, had spent the better half of the day loading up his car. it only made sense that it would be parked a few feet away. his arm settles over your shoulders as you walk, a comfortable silence falling over you and you're finally finding the courage to ask him what you've been wondering for the past hour and a half.
“did you forget to write me a letter?” you try to keep your tone playful, masking the echoing doubts in your mind. everyone had a letter, each passed out one by one and you watched jay hand out a letter to each one of your friends. yet, the one that he should've written for you never came. you don't miss the smile that breaks onto his features, a soft laugh falling from his lips as he shakes his head. “no, god no. i just couldn't stop rewriting it,” that peaks your interest. because, yes there must've been unspoken feelings when he sat down to write it, but actually rewriting it felt different.
it took you a good three hours to decide what you were going to say to him. everything you decided just felt too elementary, but even still you only wrote one draft. and that was the one tucked away somewhere in his cabin. “you did? how many did you write?” you're reaching his car just as the question leaves the lips and he shrugs, pulling the car door open before leaning in.
“nine.” he says it so casually, half his body in his car, your eyes are widening anyway. “nine!? you wrote me nine letters!? jay...” he's standing with a black sweater clutched in his hands. it's one you recognize right away, he's worn it enough for you to. just a simple black hoodie with 'miami' written in bold red letters, the word cut off by the deep-v cut into the neckline. he's easily pulling it over your head, guiding your arms into it.
it's such a simple gesture but it's so jay that your heart flutters. hand reaching down to find the side of his neck as he straightens the hem of his sweater against your thighs. you're gently pulling him toward you, to plant a soft kiss to his lips which he returns instantly, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “nine letters?” you're saying again as he pulls away and his face breaks into a soft smile.
“relax, you're only getting one.” he's reaching back into his car, rummaging through a bag before pulling out the folded piece of paper. number nine. the final draft of his goodbye letter to you, but it felt outdated now for some reason. still, he's handing it over to you with a sad smile. “read it later,” he feels the need to clarify, traumatized by heeseung's traditional presentation.
you're tucking the letter safely into the pocket of his hoodie and silence falls between the two of you. it's a charged silence that holds the words that neither of you are willing to say. instead his eyes stay trained on you as your eyes drift into the back of his jeep. slowly, you're stepping forward to get a better look. and the sight makes your chest tighten. boxes stacked neatly on top of one another, duffel bags shoved into every available corner of his trunk. his guitar. his backup guitar. binders upon binders of sheet music. seven years packed into the back of a car. your breath catches in your throat as you're eyes shift to look back at him, body leaning against the frame of the open car door.
“so... this is really it, huh?” jay follows your gaze, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he nods. “yeah, i guess so,” you feel the way your heart drops, which is stupid, because you had known he was leaving. for the past three months it's all he could talk about. grad school, apartment hunting, moving dates. the weather in his new city, he was never not talking about leaving. but somehow seeing it packed into the back of the car hit differently. it felt real. “it's like you fit your whole cabin into your car, looks weird...”
jay lets out a quiet laugh through his nose, hand lifting to rest just above your head against the car. “tell me about it. my cabin looks weirder, all empty.” your eyes drift back to the boxes, trying hard not to picture how his cabin would look empty. you poked your head in too many times to see if he was around to now think of the reality of him never being around again.
“you did this all day?” you say it just to make conversation, because you have nothing else to say that didn't feel totally depressing. and jay seems to catch on, because he is playing along. he nods simply, lips pulling into his mouth as his eyes drift back to you. “yeah, some of it yesterday.”
“you cried, huh?” you tease and that manages to pull another pretty laugh for him, “i absolutely did not,” he defends halfheartedly, but you're not buying it. “oh, now i know you cried. you're such a liar,” your eyes narrow up at him and that has him laughing even harder and for a second it almost feels normal again. but then your eyes are drifting back, catching sight of his guitar case again.
you're changing the subject quickly. “you know...” your voice trails off, forcing a smile on your lips. “i thought you hated me for like the first two weeks.” jay's head snaps toward you so fast it makes you laugh, his brows raised high toward his hairline. “are you serious?” he says through a laugh, your hand slaps against his chest. “yes! did you forget about how you'd avoid me? and ignore me, even if i was talking directly to you.”
he's laughing, eventually nodding along. because it was true. the first few weeks he couldn't even be around you without his brain short-circuiting and when he'd try to say something, anything – he found himself getting tongue tied more often than not. but still, “you were impossible to ignore. but, yes. i did try.” he had it in his head if he just didn't talk to you, then his feelings wouldn't grow. he was so wrong.
“you'd walk into a room and all of a sudden everyone's attention would be on you. including mine.” his eyes drop to his hoodie and how it swallows your frame, covering up one of your many pretty dresses. then slowly back up to your face, you're staring up at him with the same heart eyed expression you've been giving him all summer. “you flirted with me constantly too, even when i tried not to look your way,” you're laughing, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.
“i had a feeling it would end up being effective,” you grin and he's smiling, hand lifting to rest on the small of your back. “trust me, it was. it was all i could talk about with heeseung,” but never to you. he never gave away to the slightest bit of interest and that drove you insane every single day. it almost bothered you more that he waited until the last day to finally say something. he could've just left you clueless, able to move on and say that you tried. because you did try, so hard.
and for some reason him waiting until there was no time left to meet you halfway just didn't feel fair. the pout is forming on your lips before you can fight it, hand resting on his cheek. “i wouldn't change a second of this summer, truly. i loved meeting everyone and spending my days with you.” it's hard to ignore the sadness in your eyes, the obvious way you're fighting back tears as you speak. “but, fuck, jay... i wish we had more time,”
he knows exactly what you mean without you having to say it. you spent all summer wanting him, loudly. but every time he caught himself wanting you back, he'd find a reason to keep his distance. to walk away, to play it safe. he'd find a reason not too look too long, not too linger in conversations with you. especially if they were about your shared love for music.
he was so strategic in the way he interacted with you, careful not to let himself enjoy the way your fit lit up whenever you spotted him hanging out in his cabin. he had spent months convincing himself that this was the right way, that he was doing the right thing. the smart thing. that all of this would be easier if he kept his distance, and maybe that would've been true if tonight never happened.
because standing here now, knowing exactly what it feels like to kiss you, makes what should've been an easy goodbye feel impossible. “well,” he's saying with a soft smile, arm lifting so his wrist is in view. and you follow his gaze to the watch on his wrist. “it's only... 2:49AM. there's still five hours and eleven minutes until it's over.” he says with a proud smile, probably at his mental math and that has you laughing softly. “what should we do with that time?” his finger taps at his chin and you're tilting your head to the side.
without missing a beat, you're leaning up to press your lips against his. he's kissing back instantly. his hands fall down to grasp your hips, easily pulling your body against his. your worries about tomorrow seem to melt away as soon as his lips are on yours, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as you hold him to you. jay kisses you with a rushed, starved almost desperate need and it makes it difficult for you to focus on anything but him.
his tongue is pushing past your lips easily, brushing against yours before he's changing his mind and catching your lower lip between his teeth instead. you're gasping, the sound pulling a soft chuckle from his mouth. it dies on your tongue. “you're so perfect,” he sighs, hand resting against the side of your face as he leans back enough to look at you. he's easily tilting your head to the side with his hand, revealing more of your neck to him.
his head is dropping to the side, soft lips finding your skin. salty from the lake but he sucks kisses against the length of it. “jay,” you're gasping, hand reaching out to clutch the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him close. and his arm tightens around your waist, holding you tight against him as his lips roam your skin. he's focusing his lips just above your collarbone, sucking the skin into his mouth and it has your head lulling back. his body shifts, hands tracing the curves of your body before he's carefully lifting you into the backseat.
it's cramped between all his bags and boxes, and the idea of his new life. but he's climbing in behind you, letting the door slam behind him. closing the two of you in to your own private space and you're on him instantly. his back hits the door from the force of your lips, a soft laugh falling from both of your lips. you kiss him desperately, every push of your lips screaming finally and all he can do is try to keep up. he groans as your hands sneak underneath the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging over his stomach.
your tongue pushes and twists against his, his hands shoving his hoodie and your dress out of the way. his fingers spread over the skin of your ass, squeezing gently and the moan you let out has his dick jumping. jay is easily pulling you further onto him with the grip he has on your ass. it's so uncomfortable, you've got your legs on either side of his waist, he's hanging half way off of the seat, back pressed against the door. all of the crap from his cabin surround your bodies, making it that much more difficult to move. yet, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
not when you were hovering over him like this, panting into his mouth while pushing your ass back into the palms of his hands. “oh, fuck.” he's sighing when your lips trail down the length of his jaw, you follow the same pattern as he had before. sucking kisses into is skin, before grazing your teeth over it. focusing on a particular sensitive bit while your hips grind down onto his. a low, untamed growl catches in his throat as he feels the way your body moves against his.
the thin material of your bikini bottoms doing very little to mask the wet heat dripping from between your legs and onto his shorts. his head dips down to find your lips, mouth covering yours quickly and he wastes no time with licking into your mouth. jay's easily pulling you into a deep, needy, almost frantic rhythm that has your head spinning. you're moaning, hips pressing roughly against his. the length of his cock presses delicious against your clothed clit and your hips roll toward his, body shuddering as pleasure spreads throughout your core.
“oh my god,” you're whining into his mouth, hips moving frantically against his. he does his best to lift his hips to meet yours, fingers digging in to the flesh of your ass as heat rises up his neck. “you feel so... holy shit,” he's grunting, head falling back to rest against the door as you basically bounce on his lap. through hooded eyes, he watches the way your body moves against his. the needy roll of your hips paired with the look on your face just makes him harder.
you've got your lip tucked between your teeth, head dipped back as your hands travel up your torso. they find your breasts almost instantly and he watches as you squeeze and toy with them through fabric. he finds it hot how you refused to take off his sweater despite how much you probably want to. your hips move swiftly, pretty moans filling the cramped car as his hard length drags between your folds.
his hips lift to meet each one of your movements, using the grip on your body to press you down harder against him. every last bit of restraint has snap, he's no longer able to hold himself back. chest rising and falling in untimed breaths as a flush creeps onto his cheeks. he tries and fails to hold his whimpers back, but the way you're moving just feels too good. or he's just too sensitive, either way the pressure builds at the pit of his stomach and it's impossible to ignore.
and to make matters worse, jay can tell you're close too just from the unfocused timing of your hips and the helpless whines you're letting out. “jay,” you're gasping, fist clutching the fabric of his shirt as he watches the way your eyes roll back, your thighs squeezing together the best you can with his body between them. and he's quickly deciding he'd rather feel you cum, rather than see it.
“wait, baby... wait.” jay is shifting up, hands moving down to your thighs, stilling your movements. and he finds the pout that takes over your features especially cute, he's pressing a soft kiss to it without thinking. “i want to feel you,” he says simply. he's carefully leaning you back, your body resting against the boxes behind you as he moves to hover above you now.
his fingers sneak underneath the hem of your dress, latching onto the strings of your bottoms as his eyes drag up to look at you. you're shooting a nervous smile in his direction that has his heart softening. “is this okay?” he's asking softly, slowly tugging at the strings. you're nodding quickly, “please, jay.” you're breathing out, hips lifting off of the car seat to make it easier for him.
jay's letting out a soft chuckle before dragging your bottoms down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. his eyes drop down to catch the way your folds glisten, large hands pushing the hoodie and your dress up toward your belly button. “fuck,” he sighs with a shake of his head and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, feeling unbelievably vulnerable under his lustful gaze. he's leaning forward, nose dragging along the length of your neck before his tongue pushes out to drag against your skin.
his hand slides expertly between your legs as his mouth moves to suck a hickey into your skin. your legs spread almost instinctively, moaning as his fingers trace between your folds. “you're so fucking wet,” he's groaning, fingers pushing slowly past your entrance. the warmth of your pussy surrounds his fingers as he slides in all the way to the knuckle. your hips lift to meet his hand and he's grinning down at you. “does it feel good? having my fingers stretch you out?” he asks softly as he curls his fingers inside you.
your walls clamp down around them, head bobbing in a nod. “yes... f-fuck, jay. it feels so good,” you're admitting. jay's fingers thrust deep inside of you, thumb pressing against your clit before he's rubbing slow cirlces against it. it's not long before he's falling into a steady rhythm, free hand lifting to hold your hips still as his fingers fuck into you. you're whining softly, legs spreading wide for him. “jay...” you're pleading, yet you have no idea what you're asking for.
his eyes lift to find yours, head tilting to the side slightly. “what, baby?” he grins, speeding up the movement of his hand and easily pulling a loud gasp from your lips. the sound of his chuckle follows, his eyes dropping back to your pussy. you're basically dripping around his fingers walls pulsing with each thrust. “i need... more, jay please.” your words break on a desperate cry, his fingers scissoring inside of you as his thumb presses harder against your clit.
“whatever you want,” he says, but the truth was he couldn't wait much longer either. not with this insistent throb between his legs, and the way you were looking up at him, so needy and ready. he had waited long enough for a moment like this with you, he was done waiting. jay pulls his hand away slowly, hands flying to push his shorts out of the way. his wet hand wrapping around his thick length and you watch as he strokes himself slowly, coating his shaft with your arousal.
the sight makes your mouth water. he stays knelt there for a few moments, just rubbing his hand over himself and watching you and the intensity in his stare makes your body hot. “spread your legs for me,” he's saying after a minute and you're separating your knees without a word, pussy clenching at the groan he lets out. “jay. fuck me, please.” you're whining, hand dropping down the length of your body to spread your folds for him, showing him just how badly you needed him.
he's leaning forward quickly, mouth covering yours in a needy kiss as the bulbous head of his cock bumps against your fingers. he takes his time with lining himself up with your tight hole, pushing his hips forward slowly until he's feeling you stretch around him. you have to remind yourself to relax as he pushes forward, breathing through the pain that comes with each inch of him. your fingers clutch his hair the moment that he's bottoming out and he feels the way your body stiffens.
“relax, baby. take your time.” he soothes, hand stroking your hair gently as he watches you adjust. he leans down to press soft kisses against your skin. switching between sucking hickeys into your neck and twisting his tongue with yours. he waits patiently for you to loosen up for him, but the moment he feels you shifting, he's taking that as his go and thrusting his hips forward. “fuck!” you shout, back arching as much as it can and he's pinning you back down with his hips.
slowly, he's pulling his hips back, allowing you to feel every rigid inch of his cock. “you're squeezing me so tight,” he says before he's quickly slamming back in. your body jerks, hips lift, whines falling from your lips as he falls into a steady pace. your hands are on his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin. jay fucks into you slowly and incredibly deep. his grip is tight on your waist, dragging your body down onto him with each thrust. his face remains buried in your neck, mouthing at your skin as his cock splits you open.
you feel him so deeply, he's no longer holding back and the desperate movement of his hips has an electric need shooting through your body. you needed to be closer. needed to feel him deeper. needed his hands on you like this forever. his teeth bite into your skin, muffling the long groan threatens to slip out and you're matching it with a needy whimper. his thrusts become brutal, hips snapping against yours in a overwhelmingly rough pace. your nails drag over the muscles of his back, legs spreading wider for him as desperate cries fill the car.
“jay, oh my god. i'm gonna...” you don't know if you should push him away or pull him closer, heat spreading throughout your body as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens. jay keeps up with the pace as best he can, hand dropping down to find your clit again and he rubs figure eights into the sensitive bud. his head lifts so he can watch the way your face contorts in pleasure.
your orgasm tears through your body, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your head as your back arches off of the seat. it's unlike anything you've felt before, body going numb as his hips continue to move between your thighs – fucking you through it. “god, look at you.” he sighs, burying himself deep inside of you, balls slapping against your ass with each thrusts. he moves until you're coming down for your high, watching the way your body relaxes in his arms. and only then is he pulling back, slowly drawing his hips away from your body and twisting his body so he's sitting upright on the seats.
“fuck,” he breathes, hand wrapping over his cock to keep it from falling limp. “i had the craziest cramp in my leg,” he says through a laugh, eyes shifting to find you. you're half way off of the seat, back resting against a box and hair falling messily around your face. “you okay?” he asks, smiling softly the second you're nodding. his free hand reaches out toward you, beckoning you over with a grin.
you're lifting slowly, allowing his arm to wrap around his waist and for her to tug you onto his lap. “come ride me, i'm almost there,” there's quiet begging in his tone as he lifts your body slightly, enough to pull you into his lap. your heart jumps, body freezing as you stare over at him with wide eyes. “oh, uhm... i've never? i don't think i know how...” you feel the heat rising in your cheeks and jay's brow furrows at your words.
“you've never rode someone before?” he asks because it sounds almost insane. of course you've rode someone before. he takes in the look in your eye, the shy blush that darkens your cheeks. “well, no... that was my first time,” you say sheepishly and his eyes are flying open, his hand falling from his cock to push his hair back on his forehead. “what?” he says it, even though he's positive he heard you clearly.
he just couldn't believe it. didn't even stop and consider it. and now he feels terrible because he just took your virginity like it was nothing. like it was something you could just hand out. it should've been special, he should've made it special. “yn, you can't lose your virginity in the back of my car!?” you're laughing at his distress, the wrinkle between his brow as they furrow in pure worry.
you don't know why you find him so cute this way. your shoulders lift in a shrug, hands settling on his shoulders. “too late?” you're saying through your laughter and he's shooting you a pointed look. “not funny, yn. i should've been gentle,” you're quick to shake your head, hands covering his cheeks as you lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. he kisses you back slowly, hands resting on your waist much lighter now. you're pulling back slowly, head tilting slightly.
“come on, you already took it. don't clam up now,” you're leaning down to plate a kiss to his lips that has his worries melting away. your tongue wrapping around his, fingers curling in his hair as you lift your hips to climb further up on his lap. his head rests on the back of the chair when you pull away, looking up at you through his lashes as your hand reaches down wrapping around his cock. his hips twitch as you position his head at your entrance, “teach me,” you say with a pout and just like that his restraint is gone.
again.
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you're not heading back to jay's cabin until the sun is already peaking over the mountains. it's weirdly empty, just like you imagined. his bed made in the middle of the room. he doesn't let you dwell on the look of it for too long, not wanting you to sleep too deep in your thoughts while you're having such a good time. he's pulling you into bed beside him, easily tucking your body into his as the two of you finally drift off to sleep.
and you stay like that in his arms for god knows how long. your head on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist. he doesn't dare move, even when sleep finally takes over. which doesn't last as long as he would have hoped, his alarm blaring at exactly 7:15am. he's careful not to wake you as he slips out of bed, showering and changing his clothes as you shift and pull at his sheets. you don't even budge when he's making his bed, or when he's taking the last bag out of his room and into his car.
there's so much more he wanted to say. and he hated that he had no more time. for a long while, jay just stands there. keys in hand as his eyes scan over his empty cabin, save for you curled beneath his blankets. the morning sun peaks in through his window, golden streaks fanning across the bed. and you don't even shift. you're dead asleep, drooling onto his pillows and the sight has a soft laugh falling from his lips.
“wow,” he's shocked because even like this, smushed face and messy hair – you still look so pretty. he should leave, he needed to get on the road before the gps estimated a different arrival time. there were a list of things that he needed to get done back at his apartment before he was heading to the airport, he needed to leave. instead, he's making his way back into the cabin. setting his keys back on his desk before pulling out the blank notebook from one of the drawers, stealing a page.
he starts writing. the words coming to him much easier now that he's no longer hold back. he's ran out of reasons not to tell you exactly how he feels. he spent the last nine drafts trying to sound reasonable and failed every single time. because, this wasn't reasonable. falling for you was the most unreasonable thing that he has ever done, but he loved every second of it.
jay doesn't stop once as he writes, not a single typo. his feelings hit the page unfiltered, for the first time all summer. he's saying everything that he's wanted to, to you, about you. for you. he doesn't make a single edit. every for sentences, his eyes would drift over to where you lay, curled in his hoodie and drowning in his sheets. and then three more sentences would come to mind, two more after that. he writes until he's filled the entire page and then some more on the back.
once he's finished he's folding it carefully, slipping it into an envelope before scribbling something across the front. he's moving to stand beside the bed one last time, setting the note on his empty pillow before his eyes drift over to you. the urge to wake you up hit him intensely, he wanted so badly to say goodbye properly, to steal one more kiss, one more touch, one more hour. but he knew that was wrong. that he'd end up wanting to stay longer, actually seeing him walk away might hurt you more.
so he doesn't. he just sets his hand on your head softly, brushing your hair back so he's able to press a soft kiss to your forehead. his lips linger there for a moment, silently hoping that you'd wake up on your own. and when you don't, he's standing. he grabs his keys from his desk, takes one final look at you, before he's heading out of the cabin, closing the door tight behind him.
you're stirring awake two hours later. the first thing you notice is that you feel warm, surrounded by jay's familiar scent. you sink further into the mattress, sunlight spilling from the windows and warming your skin and for a few seconds you don't open your eyes. instead, you nuzzle yourself into jay's warmth as moments from the night before flood your memory.
playing with jay in the lake. kissing jay against the rocks. jay holding you by the fire. walking with jay to his car, his arm around your shoulders. jay fucking you in that same car, in so many different ways. you could still feel the stretch of him between your legs. a smile spreads across your lips, remembering exactly how he felt beneath you as you rode him for the first time ever. and you're suddenly filled with the need to try it again. to feel him again.
you're reaching out before your mind can tell you differently, eyes snapping open when your hand is met with nothing but emptiness. your eyes find the clock sat on his nightstand, reading the flashing numbers that stare back at you. 10:17AM. your stomach drops, a deep frown replacing the sleepy smile you had been wearing before. “oh,” you're sighing as realization hits, jay was gone.
you knew he'd be leaving early, he told everyone that he was going to be gone before anyone was really waking up. but despite knowing, not seeing him beside you still stings. slowly you're sitting up in his bed, the over-sized hoodie shifting over your shoulders as you reach to rub at your eyes. everything feels heavy, your heart thumps uselessly in your chest as your eyes scan over the room.
he was really gone. the bathroom had been emptied out this morning, his desk was completely cleared off, posters torn down and folded neatly. there was no trace of him left in this room besides you and the fact that he took everything and left you behind has your throat tightening. your eyes drift back toward his pillow, eyes furrowing at the sight of the crisp envelope that laid on top of his blue pillowcase. you're reaching for it quickly, reading over the words written across the front of the envelope. “make it ten versions,” you read and you don't waste a second before tearing the note open.
❝ yn.
i've written this goodbye letter to you so many times that i almost forgot the point of it. the first few letters sounded like i was giving you a college recommendation... then i got too emotional about leaving the music lodge in your care. the third version was so embarrassingly raw that if you ever somehow read it i'd most likely evaporate where i stand. the one that I gave you, version nine, was the one that felt the most honest to me. at least at that time. now, it just feels like it was written by someone else.
someone that was still pretending he hadn't fell for you. i spent the last three months pretending that i wasn't looking for you in every room. pretending that i was fine with keeping things professional. wasted so much time pretending that i didn't feel the same way that you did and i think i owe you an apology for that. i owe you a lot of apologies, honestly.
i'm sorry that i waited until the last day to make a move. i'm realizing now, seated at my desk and you snoring behind me that, that was the wrong move. i should've said something sooner, i shouldn't have let you wonder if you were the only one with the crush. or at least stuck to my guns, said nothing, and left quietly. because this sucks so much worse. leaving after just one night of getting to know how it feels to be with you feels horrible. but i don't regret it, don't get me wrong. i'm happy that our last night together was every bit of perfect, i just wish i got it together sooner. for the both of us.
and that brings me to my next apology. i'm sorry that you spent all summer being brave enough for the both of us. you were so loud about your feelings, you never hid, you flirted with me in front of everyone despite their teasing. you made your feelings so clear and gave me every opportunity to meet you halfway and i kept coming up with excuses not to.
i convinced myself that keeping my distance would be best for the both of us. there was no point in starting something that i couldn't finish, but i realize now i was too focused on that small detail. because while the future was clear and we both knew this summer would end, we could've still enjoyed each other for three full months rather than one night. that's my fault, i'm sorry i robbed us of that.
for the last seven years, this place has been my home away from home. i know the walls, i know the smells, every last detail is engraved in my brain like a sixth sense. so naturally, i figured no longer having it as a constant would be the hardest thing of all, the thing that i'd miss most. but now i'm realizing (again) that i was wrong, because what i'm going to miss most is you.
i'm going to miss the way your face lights up when you talk about music, the way you manage to make every conversation last twice as long as they should. your laugh, your smile, the taste of your lips. i'm going to miss how warm you felt sleeping against me. and most of all, i'm going to miss all the things that i want to experience with you and now know it's too late.
fuck, i hate that it's too late...
for the first time ever, i have no idea what will happen next. because as you read this, i'm probably already on the road, heading home or toward the airport and even though, i know that has always been the plan, i can't help but wonder if i should be doing something different. or if it's stupid to make such huge life changes over someone you just met. for the first time ever, i don't trust my own plan and that scares the shit out of me.
but i kind of like it, because if there's one thing this summer taught me, one thing that you taught me... it's that all of life's best moments happen when you stop trying to control them. it took me until last night to realize it, that's why i kissed you when i did. none of that was part of the plan, but i'm so happy that i let myself enjoy being with you, even if it was just once.
i know i don't have to tell you this, but don't worry too much about me... enjoy your school year, enjoy your life. go on all the dates, make new friends and be as happy as you can possibly be. i hope that one day the universe will bring us back together, but in the meantime... keep my hoodie safe. it looks better on you, anyway.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ She's not only good on stage, she's also good off stage… Where the female member of Enhypen helps her members with stress in the best way she knows how. ﹙ ♡︎ ﹚˖
Pairings: idol! enha ot7 x fem 8th member! reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, explicit!content, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you idiot), masturbation (m and f), oral (m and f recieiving), face fucking, fingering, finger sucking, cock riding, cowgirl, missionary, doggy position, shower sex, mirror sex, semi public sex, spanking, praise and pets names, crying during sex,non-consensual voyeurism, aftercare, idk what more.
wc: 3,9k
note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.
If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ HEESEUNG - 0.5k
It was early morning, and everyone was fast asleep after a long, tiring day. Or so she thought when she left her room to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. A very low noise made her stop mid-stride; she froze, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. It happened again, and now she couldn't deny what she was hearing. A muffled moan reached her ears, coming from Heeseung's room.
The strained voice of her bandmate, along with a wet sound, made her cheeks flush. She tiptoed to Heeseung's door, standing right in front of it; from there, she could hear him even more clearly.
"I know you're in there. Come in" Heeseung said, his voice thick with effort from the other side. She wanted to back away, but instead, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was almost entirely dark, save for the small lamp on the desk. She glanced toward the bed, finding the unsurprising sight of him completely naked, his hand moving over his hard, glistening cock.
"Come and help me. You're not going to leave me like this, are you? Training today left me exhausted."
She obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself in front of Heeseung, right between his legs and sitting on her own ankles. She took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking him.
"Oh God… Damn it…" Heeseung groaned at the touch of her cold hands against his hot skin. "Into your mouth, put it in your mouth."
She complied, lowering her face to take him in, sliding his cock as deep down her throat as she could manage. It was already well lubricated with his own precum.
"Ahh… Hmmg… Yes, like that… you know exactly how to do it… Ohh…" Heeseung suddenly pushed her head much further down, holding her there for a few seconds and making her gag.
She pulled herself free, breathing heavily. "Idiot, don't do that." He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Sorry. Lie on your back. Head over the edge."
She obeyed, letting her head fall over the edge of the bed. Heeseung positioned himself right in front of her face, his cock brushing against her lips.
"Open" he ordered. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, unconsciously parting her lips and sticking out her tongue. Heeseung held her head firmly by the sides and plunged deep to the back of her throat. She slapped her thighs in protest, but he didn't stop, pacing his thrusts so fast that she began having trouble catching her breath.
"Shit, I'm going to cum… Mghm… You're going to take it all" Thrusting into her one last time, he maintained his tight grip as the orgasm coursed through him, spilling his semen into her throat.
Tears streamed down her face, and only when Heeseung finished did he finally release her.
"You animal, you almost choked me," she complained, coughing slightly. Heeseung grabbed a towel and gently wiped her face. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips and smiled. "Sorry and thank you... you're always so thoughtful with us."
She rolled her eyes, ready to head back to her room, but Heeseung caught her arm. "Sleep with me tonight."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAY - 0.4k
They both arrived at the dorm after rehearsals, and Jay wouldn't even let her go to the shower. Instead, he pulled her onto the sofa, kissing her frantically, as if he were completely desperate for her. Right now, she was bouncing rapidly on his cock, filling the room with her moans. "Mhg… Ja-Jay…" she whimpered, holding onto his shoulders as Jay slapped her ass.
"Shhh, you have to be less noisy, darling…" he whispered, although he was clearly delighted by the sound.
He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt to pull it off, and once he did, he unhooked her bra, freeing her aching breasts. He guided his mouth to one of her nipples while sliding one of his hands to her clitoris, caressing it in a circular motion. The sudden friction caused her to let out a small cry.
"Jay… Ahh… God." She continued riding him as he devoured her nipples. She felt her thighs tremble, warning her that her orgasm was close. Jay gripped her by the hips and laid her back against the sofa, positioning himself over her. He guided her legs over his shoulders and began thrusting into her hard and fast. "Yes, yes, baby… don't hold back. Cum on my cock, do it."
The release arrived like an overwhelming wave, making her moan loudly, her body trembling beneath his thrusts. Jay continued his work, seeking his own release. At that moment, neither of them heard the front door open, let alone the announcement of the person who had just walked in.
"Guys, I brought dinner—" Jake froze in the doorway, staring right at them.
She caught his eye and felt her soul leave her body from pure embarrassment. "Ja-Jay… stop."
"What the hell, Park Jongseong?" Jake complained, his voice loud enough to finally make Jay halt.
Jay looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Is there a problem, Jakey?"
"Maybe the fact that you're fucking in the living room? And on the couch! I'm never sitting there again."
"You're exaggerating. Go away. Give me five more minutes and I'll be done."
Jake huffed, slamming the bag of food onto the kitchen table before disappearing down the hall.
"Now, should I continue with the part where you moan my name and make me come?" Jay asked playfully. She nodded, her cheeks completely flushed. Jay resumed his movements, thrusting as deep as the position allowed. A few more hard strokes were enough to push him over the edge, spilling inside her as he reached his climax.
"I love you so much, beautiful."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAKE - 0.5k
She was taking her much-anticipated shower after her session with Jay. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom as she listened to music, so engrossed in humming the tune that she didn't notice the shower door opening. It wasn't until large, cold hands cupped her bottom that she turned around with a start.
She sighed with relief when she realized it was Jake, who was smiling tenderly at her despite being completely naked and standing in the shower with her.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, a little breathless.
"I got a little jealous that Jay had you before me today" Jake confessed. "So, I came for my comfort."
Jake didn't give her a chance to protest. He took her cheeks in his hands and brought his lips to hers, plunging them into a long, desperate kiss. He devoured her mouth, seeking to feel every part of it, thrusting his tongue inside and biting her lips. When he finally pulled away to let her catch her breath, he chuckled softly at the sight of her flushed cheeks.
"Damn, you turn me on so much when you look like this. I need to fuck you right now. On your knees."
She didn't even have time to react before Jake was already guiding her body to the floor, her knees hitting the wet tile and her back resting against the wall. Right in front of her face lay his long, hard cock. She stared at it and swallowed nervously. Jake laughed again, his dick giving a slight twitch as he grasped it at the base, gently tapping her cheek with it. "Open that pretty little mouth for me, beautiful."
She complied, opening her mouth and giving him permission to slide down her throat. Jake was harder to take because of his length.
"Ugh… Fuck, you're so good at this, like always… Aghh" Jake groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, suppressing the urge to completely ravage her mouth. "Mmhg… Ohh shit, yes…" He thrust in as far as he could before finally releasing her, helping her up from the floor only to pin her against the glass partition.
"I'm going in, baby… okay?"
She nodded.
"No, I need you to tell me" Jake guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, holding back as he waited for her answer.
"Do it, Jake. Fuck me"
He did, plunging inside her with a powerful thrust that made her let out a sharp squeal. Jake pounded into her roughly, pushing her hard against the glass.
"Mmhg… Aahh… Mmm… Jake!" she moaned, feeling her walls tighten around him as another orgasm began to build.
Jake brought a hand to her clitoris, pressing down and rubbing in frantic circles in perfect sync with his heavy thrusts. "You're damn beautiful, I can't be away from you for a second. I love you. I love how you squeeze my cock."
He kissed and bit her neck, his hips moving relentlessly, filling the bathroom with the sound of their moans mixed with the splash of water over their slick bodies.
"Ohh… I'm going to…" He couldn't even finish the sentence before his climax shook him completely, sending electric shocks from his feet straight to his cock as he released inside her. He continued thrusting even after the release, slowing his pace and leaving small, gentle kisses along her spine.
Finally, he pulled out and turned her around so they were face to face, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "Now let me pamper you, okay? You must be exhausted after so much rehearsal and physical activity."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNGHOON - 0.5k
They were at the photoshoot for their album Desire: Unleash. All the guys were incredibly impressed by her appearance, but especially Sunghoon, who had to ask for a moment to go to the restroom because of the raging erection he got just from seeing her in an outfit that hugged her waist and ass perfectly. Sunghoon had an addiction to that ass. While he was masturbating, frustrated at having a hard-on at such an inopportune moment, he heard a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan.
"It's me, Hoon. Are you almost done? I need to come in."
Sunghoon didn't miss the opportunity. "Come in. Just... come in."
She entered the bathroom, surprised. "But... what do you think you're doing? You could have been caught."
Sunghoon squeezed his cock with the palm of his hand while using his other to beckon her closer. "Come here. I'm like this because of you. So, you have an obligation to fix it. Suck my cock, now."
"My fault? Well, I'm so sorry you have no self-control," she huffed, kneeling in front of him anyway. "Just this once, we need to get back quickly."
"Whatever, just... help me, and I promise to please you after the session."
She sighed, taking his cock in her hands, slowly stroking him. Sunghoon groaned in response, a heavy frown twisting his features. "Fuck... Mghm... I need your mouth. I asked you to suck it."
She guided her mouth to his dick, licking the tip first, teasing him with pleasurable friction before taking him all in, sucking, licking, and leaving trails of saliva along his length. Sunghoon gently held her perfectly straightened hair back so it wouldn't get messed up while she continued to stroke his cock.
"Oughh... Mghmm... Ohh... Y-yes, that's right."
She felt he was getting too close to the edge, but he suddenly stopped her, holding her cheeks to pull her back.
"What's wrong? We don't have much time, Sunghoon"
Before she could protest further, Sunghoon grabbed her by the waist, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down along with her panties. He spun her around, pinning her against the sink and forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
"I'm taking that promise back. I'll please you right now" Following his words, Sunghoon plunged his tongue into her wet pussy.
"Ahh!" she moaned, forcing herself to clap a hand over her own mouth because of how loud she had been.
"Baby... you need to be quieter, or we'll get caught" Sunghoon warned, his voice low as he went back to licking her, running his tongue over every inch and pausing at her clitoris to suck it in an exquisite torture that made her thighs tremble. Then, he slipped two fingers inside, giving small thrusts while he continued to stimulate her.
"Hoon… I-I… Mghm…"
Hearing her announcement, Sunghoon stood up, guiding his cock straight inside her. He covered her mouth with both hands to muffle her cries and began to thrust frantically, relentlessly.
"Damn, look at you… taking my cock during a photoshoot, while the others are waiting right outside… Ough… Mmgh…" Sunghoon continued slamming his hips against her ass until he finally came deep inside her.
Once finished, he stepped back, cleaned her up with some toilet paper, and helped her get dressed again. He gave her a sweet kiss on the lips before heading out the door.
"Always the best at relieving stress. Love you.”
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNOO - 0.5k
She was lying on her bed, staring at her phone and completely absorbed in her thoughts, when she looked up and noticed Sunoo standing in the doorway. "What's up, Ddonu? Is everything alright?" she asked, noticing he looked a little down.
Instead of answering, Sunoo simply threw himself on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her chest. "I'm exhausted... that's all" he mumbled, rubbing his face against her warmth.
She smiled, gently stroking his hair. "We all are, Sun... But it'll be worth it. This album is going to be a hit"
He just made a soft sound of agreement, playfully slipping his hand under her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts.
"Sunoo... The others might see us..." she protested weakly.
"I don't care. And you didn't seem to care that time with Jay, either" Sunoo pointed out, a hint of reproach in his voice. He lifted her shirt completely, revealing her bare breasts, and immediately brought one to his mouth while continuing to massage the other. "Mghm… Sun…"
"I'm so tired… pamper me today, okay? We'll both enjoy it." Sunoo moved away from her chest to slide off her sweatpants and panties. He brought two fingers to his mouth, wetting them with saliva, before caressing her and slowly inserting them inside.
"Ohh…" She moaned at the intrusion, her cheeks flushing at the nerve-wracking thought of any other member walking down the hall and catching them.
Sunoo thrust his fingers slowly into her, making a scissor-like motion inside to strike her sweet spot, eliciting low moans from her. Feeling his fingers get completely soaked in her slick fluids, he began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out rapidly, creating an obscene wet sound. "Ohh… Sun-sunoo…"
He stopped his movements when she suddenly clamped her legs shut in arousal. Smiling, he withdrew his fingers and quickly lowered his own pants.
"Open those pretty legs for me, my love" He gripped her hips, rubbing his length against her pussy before plunging deep inside with a loud gasp.
"Mmgh… Yes… You're squeezing me so tight. It doesn't even feel like you're having sex with all of us all the time." Sunoo moved in and out of her at a highly pleasurable rhythm, occasionally leaning down to kiss her lips or whisper soft compliments into her ear. "Aagh… You're perfect. I'll never get tired of coming to you for love."
He changed the pace, pushing her thighs against her abdomen to lift her hips higher, driving even deeper inside her.
"Oough… Sun- right there, right there…" she moaned as she felt the blunt tip of his cock hit that exact spot. Her legs trembled violently as her orgasm crashed over her. She squeezed him tight while he continued thrusting rapidly until he, too, reached his own climax. Sunoo pulled out and collapsed back onto her chest, letting his groupmate's warm, trembling hands stroke his back.
"Give me ten minutes and we can go for another round" he murmured, planting soft kisses along her collarbone.
"Another one? You guys never get tired" she laughed softly.
"Actually, I am tired" Sunoo countered playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, this time you'll be doing all the work, beautiful."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JUNGWON - 0.5k
The concert had ended, and the euphoric screams of the fans could still be heard backstage. All the members were walking toward their dressing rooms when she felt a sudden tug on her arm, pulling her away from the group.
"Jungwon? Now? Really?" she questioned, too exhausted to even bother resisting.
"Come on, please. We deserve it. We did a great job, and I'm so horny now" Jungwon caressed her waist under her shirt, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his very obvious erection through his pants. "I've been trying to hide this for the last two songs. You look so beautiful today."
"Won… they might see or hear us here…" she tried to reason, but Jungwon drowned her out with a kiss. It was slow at first, but filled with an intense, desperate desire; he really needed her.
Still kissing her, he cornered her against the heavy shipping containers used for the sound equipment. He pulled away just enough to unbutton his pants, exposing his hard cock. "It'll be quick, I promise… and if you want, we can continue in the bedroom later."
"Okay, but hurry."
Jungwon spun her around, pressing her chest and stomach against the cold metal of the container, lifting her denim shorts to expose her ass to him. He massaged her pussy with his fingers, a smirk evident in his voice. "Just look at you, you're already wet."
He teased her for a second before taking his length and slowly sliding all the way inside her. "Mmhg… Wonnie…"
Jungwon buried himself deep, immediately covering her mouth with one hand. "I'd love to hear you scream at the top of your lungs, but unless you want everyone to see us, it'll have to be like this, my love."
Then, Jungwon began thrusting desperately. The speed and roughness with which he was pounding into her felt almost feral. She stifled her own moans by biting her tongue and her lower lip. Pressing down firmly on her hip with one hand, he drove into her again and again.
Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, her cries completely muffled beneath his palm. She whined against his hand, overwhelmed by the fierce pace, yet unable to get enough of it. Jungwon brought his palm down hard against one of her buttocks, leaving the skin flushed and reddened, but he didn't pause or slow down for a single second. Releasing her hip, he reached up to grip her hair, pulling her head back against his chest as he continued to pound her until she was thoroughly sore.
Luckily, the muffled chaos of the fans screaming and the staff moving equipment outside drowned out their tryst. Otherwise, they would have been discovered by the distinct, rhythmic slap of their bodies alone.
"Damn, I'm going to cum..." Jungwon growled. He delivered a few more frantic thrusts until he came violently inside her, keeping himself buried for at least a minute while they both caught their breath. Finally, he pulled out and released his hold on her.
"How do you still have so much energy after a full concert?" she panted, catching her breath as she pulled her shorts back up.
"I told you it would be quick" he joked, earning a playful punch to the chest. He helped her fix herself up, and together, they casually walked back to the dressing room to join the rest of the group.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ NIKI - 0.6k
They were both sitting on the floor of Riki's room playing video games after an exhausting day of concerts. They had already showered and eaten a light dinner. Riki had suggested they play racing games until they fell asleep, but boredom was quickly getting the better of him.
"Ugh, this is boring" he complained, pausing the game and dropping his controller onto the rug. He huffed, ruffling his still-damp hair with one hand. "What if we do something else?"
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Like what?"
Riki smiled mischievously and moved closer, their lips almost brushing. "Let's relieve some stress together. You know exactly what I mean."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "You guys really don't get tired... Fine."
"God! you're the best! That's why you're my favorite. Now, off to bed, doll."
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Riki pulled the t-shirt off his shoulders before gently pushing her down onto the sheets. He climbed on top of her and kissed her lips passionately, slowly at first, but with an intense, burning lust. Riki slipped his hand inside her pajama shorts, massaging her clitoris in tight circles and eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Mmgh, Riki…" she murmured against his mouth, but he silenced her with another kiss, his tongue deeply exploring her mouth as their saliva mingled with wet, needy sounds.
Then, Riki slid two fingers inside her, causing her thighs to instinctively clamp shut. He pulled away from her face, spreading her legs wide. "Don't be shy, baby…" he teased, stripping off her shorts and underwear before thrusting his fingers back inside her. He moved them in and out repeatedly until she let out a sharp cry, her trembling legs squeezing around his hand.
Gripping her hip, Riki flipped her over so she was face down on the mattress, leaving her bare backside resting against his thighs. Riki parted her folds with his hands and slicked her already wet entrance with a bit of spit, massaging her up and down with his fingers. When she moaned aloud, he delivered a sharp slap to her buttocks, making her jump.
"You're very noisy today, and I'm only touching you with my hands" He slapped her again, then leaned down to kiss the skin that was already turning a lovely shade of red. Riki stood up to strip off his own pants. "Get on all fours, darling" he ordered.
With slightly clumsy movements, she positioned herself, leaving her ass completely at his mercy. Riki lined himself up with her pussy and thrust in hard. A loud moan tore from her throat as her legs trembled, almost giving way beneath his weight. He roughly drove into her from behind, holding her firmly by the hips, slapping her buttocks so repeatedly that the distinct marks of his hand and fingers began to bloom on her skin.
"Aah… Riki, ahh… God!" she gasped, her voice broken by the raw intensity with which he was fucking her.
Her arms finally gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, burying her face in the sheets. The new angle gave him an even better reach, allowing him to penetrate deeper than before.
"Mmgh… Damn it, you always squeeze me so tight. I love it… Oohh… Shit." Riki continued his relentless pace for a few more minutes, even as her tight walls milked his length with the force of the orgasm that overtook her.
Her muffled moans filled the sheets. "Mmhg… Aah-aah… Yes… Fuck" Riki groaned, plunging in one final time, filling her completely as he reached his climax. Without withdrawing, he bent over her back, brushing the stray hairs from her face to press a tender kiss to her flushed cheek. "Thank you…"
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synopsis: desperate to move on after a harsh break up, you move into a new apartment on the other side of the city. the only issue? you’ll have three male roommates. the other even bigger issue? you’re falling for the one who can’t seem to stand you.
warnings: (one sided) enemies to lovers, based off new girl, heeseung is nonchalant and sometimes mean for no reason, bad attempts at comedy im sorry, opposites attract, past trauma, yeonjun, soobin (txt), yunjin (le sserafim), jake, sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon (enhypen)
roses thoughts: ok we're getting to some actual plot now hello....
playlist: green light - lorde // actually romantic - taylor swift // house tour - sabrina carpenter // needy - ariana grande
SUMMARY a feminist podcast roasts a boyband live on air, and Keonho makes the mistake of getting intrigued by the one girl who refuses to be impressed.
PAIRING idol Keonho x podcaster Yn / female reader
FEATURING CORTIS, ILLIT Wonhee, NewJeans Hyein, H2H Ian, mentions of other idols
GENRE social media au with written parts, romance, crack, fluff (tba)
WARNINGS not proofread. umm lots of jokes? swearing, complete roasting of the male kind (= hopecore), kys/kym, underage drinking, tba
WORD COUNT 3.1k
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The first thing you notice is that Ahn Keonho is early.
You spot him through the café window before he notices you. He’s tucked away in the corner, half-hidden behind a potted plant and a menu stand, as if either of those things could disguise the fact that he’s a reasonably recognizable idol.
The black hoodie and baseball help a little.
Not enough, though.
There’s something unmistakably Keonho about the way he sits.
One leg bouncing beneath the table. His fingers wrapped around a coffee cup that’s clearly still untouched. The way he keeps glancing toward the door before immediately looking away again.
Your steps slow.
The sight catches you off guard.
For once, he’s actually here. Sitting and waiting for you.
And then, he’s nervous.
You don’t know why that surprises you.
Maybe because you’ve only ever seen him in environments built for him.
Stages. Interviews. Livestreams. Even your podcast.
Especially your podcast.
Most guests left Ban Male Podcasts looking mildly traumatized after an hour with you, Wonhee, Hyein, and Ian.
Keonho had somehow laughed through the entire thing.
Sixty-seven uninterrupted minutes of being interrogated by four girls who openly referred to men as a design flaw.
And yet here he is.
Tapping his thumb against a cardboard coffee sleeve like he’s preparing for an entrance exam. Like he’s worried this might go badly.
It makes you feel a little less ridiculous about spending thirty minutes deciding what to wear.
Before you can dwell on that thought, you push open the café door. A bell chimes overhead. Warm air immediately washes over you.
Coffee. Vanilla. Fresh pastries.
The scent wraps around the room, mixing with quiet music and the low murmur of conversations.
The place feels comfortable and lived-in. The kind of café where people spend entire afternoons performing.
Keonho looks up.
The change in his expression is immediate.
His eyes find yours.
His face brightens.
Not politely. Not automatically.
Genuinely. Like he’s relieved you’re here.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
For a second, neither of you moves. Then he stands so quickly his chair scrapes against the floor.
“Relax.”
“I’m relaxed.”
“You look like you’re about to negotiate a hostage release.”
His mouth twitches.
“Maybe I was.”
A laugh slips out before you can stop it.
Almost instantly, the tension leaves his shoulders.
Interesting.
“So making me laugh was the plan?”
“It was one of the plans.”
You give him a skeptical look.
“How many did you make?”
“A concerning amount.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“I know.”
“And yet you did it anyway.”
“I was committed.”
The answer comes so easily that you nearly miss it. The sincerity tucked beneath the joke.
Your stomach gives an unhelpful little flip.
You ignore it immediately.
Instead, you shrug off your coat and drape it over your chair.
“You know,” you say, settling into your seat, “you’re lucky I showed up.”
“I know.”
“I almost cancelled.”
“I know.”
You give him a skeptical look.
“How do you know?”
“Because you’re you.”
Keonho leans back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“You’ve spent months publicly declaring men a public health concern.”
“Because they are.”
“You host a podcast called Ban Male Podcasts.”
“Correct.”
“And yet here you are.”
The smugness is unbearable.
You stare harder.
He grins. The idiot actually grins.
“I can still leave.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Oh?”
“You already sat down.”
The confidence should annoy you.
Instead, warmth sparks somewhere beneath your ribs. Which is significantly worse.
You hate that you’re smiling.
You hate even more that he notices.
The waitress arrives before you can dwell on it.
Keonho gestures toward you immediately.
“Ladies first.”
“Oh, now we’re doing chivalry?”
“I thought you’d appreciate the irony.”
“You thought wrong.”
“You appreciate it a little.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
The waitress visibly struggles not to laugh.
While you’re deciding, Keonho waits patiently.
No interruptions. No suggestions. No rushing.
He simply listens.
It’s such a small thing that most people don’t realize how rare it is.
Especially boys.
They’re usually waiting for their turn to talk. Waiting for an opportunity to tell a better story. A funnier one. Something about themselves.
Keonho doesn’t.
When you finish ordering, he orders something embarrassingly sweet.
You immediately judge him.
“That has enough sugar to kill a Victorian child.”
He gasps.
“You don’t understand flavor.”
“You ordered dessert disguised as coffee.”
“You ordered a cappuccino.”
“Because I’m an adult.”
“You’re seventeen.”
You point at him.
“So are you.”
His smile grows.
Oddly, without either of you noticing, the nervousness begins to fade.
The drinks arrive a few minutes later.
Your cappuccino. His… whatever dessert.
The waitress places them down and disappears again.
Briefly, the two of you sit there in comfortable silence, watching steam curl from your cups.
It’s strange. You’d expected awkwardness.
Expected to spend the afternoon searching for things to say.
Expected long pauses and forced conversation, and at least one moment where you seriously reconsidered every decision that led you here.
Instead, talking to Keonho feels strangely easy.
“So,” he says eventually.
You immediately narrow your eyes.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to annoy me?”
“Because I am.”
“I knew it.”
His laugh slips out.
The sound is warm enough to make you glance away for a second.
“You told me you like reading.”
Of all the topics you expected him to bring up, that wasn’t one of them.
“You remember that?”
“Of course.”
The answer is immediate.
No hesitation. No uncertainty.
Like the question itself is ridiculous.
“You literally mention books every other episode.”
“That’s not true.”
“It absolutely is.”
“It is not.”
“You once spent fifteen minutes comparing a politician to a badly written antagonist.”
“He deserved it.”
“You compared his character development to wet cardboard.”
“He also deserved that.”
Keonho laughs.
You shouldn’t feel as pleased as you do about being the reason.
“You remember all of this?”
“Some of it.”
The liar Ahn Keonho is.
You can tell he’s remembering more than he’s admitting.
The realization is oddly unsettling.
Not because it’s weird, but because it’s nice.
You don’t know what to do with nice.
“So, what do you actually read?” he asks.
The question sounds casual, but he’s looking at you expectantly. Waiting. The same way someone waits for the next chapter of a story.
You find yourself thinking about the answer more carefully than you normally would.
“Mostly fiction.”
“Okay.”
“Mysteries.”
His smile appears immediately.
“There it is.”
You point at him.
“What?”
“I knew it.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I was right.”
“About?”
“You like solving things.”
You scoff.
“Everyone likes solving things.”
“Not as much as you do.”
You pause.
His expression remains frustratingly sincere.
“You always have to know why something happened.”
He continues before you can interrupt.
“Every episode.”
“Keonho.”
“No, listen.”
The grin disappears. Just enough.
“You never stop at ‘that’s stupid.’”
You open your mouth. Then close it. Because annoyingly, he’s right.
“You want to know why it’s stupid.”
Your eyes narrow.
“I don’t know if I like being analyzed.”
“Good thing I’m not done.”
You throw a napkin at him. He catches it effortlessly.
Not only a liar. Also a traitor.
“You like understanding people.”
“That’s not—”
“It is.”
“It isn’t.”
“It definitely is.”
You groan. The idiot looks delighted.
“I hate that you’re making sense.”
“I know.”
“You sound very pleased about that.”
“I am.”
You shake your head.
“What about you?” you ask.
“What about me?”
“What do you read?”
His answer arrives instantly.
“Fantasy.”
You nod.
“Of course.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“What does that mean?”
“You have fantasy-reader energy.”
“That isn’t a thing.”
“It absolutely is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
A few people glance over. Neither of you notices.
“What exactly is fantasy-reader energy anyway?” he asks.
You pretend to consider it seriously.
“Hm.”
His eyes narrow. “You made it up.”
“I may have.”
“I knew it.”
“But I still think I’m right.”
“Based on what evidence?”
You point dramatically
“You look like the type of person who gets emotionally attached to fictional characters.”
The silence is immediate.
Your eyes widen.
“Oh, my God.”
“No.”
“Oh, my God.”
“I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
“I don’t.”
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
“You just did.”
Keonho drops his head into one hand. The reaction alone tells you everything.
“No way.”
“It happened once.”
Your jaw drops.
“Once?”
A pause.
“Maybe twice.”
You nearly choke on your coffee.
“No way.”
“It wasn’t even my fault.”
“It absolutely was.”
“The author manipulated me emotionally.”
“The author wrote a book.”
“The author committed crimes.”
You laugh so hard your stomach hurts.
Across the table, Keonho looks deeply offended.
“This is why I don’t share things.”
“This is the best thing you’ve ever shared with me.”
“I regret everything.”
“You should.”
“I trusted you.”
“That was your first mistake.”
The look he gives you is dramatic enough to deserve an award.
You laugh again.
And then, unexpectedly, he starts telling you about the book.
The character. The ending. The scene that ruined him.
You find yourself leaning forward, listening. Actually listening. The same way he’s been listening to you until now.
“You get it, right?” he asks.
The question comes quieter this time.
For a second, he almost looks uncertain. And somehow that surprises you more than anything else.
Because Keonho is usually so easy. So confident. So comfortable.
Now he looks like he’s waiting for your answer. Like it matters.
You glance down at your cup. Then back at him.
“Yeah.”
His eyes lift.
“Yeah?”
You nod.
“Yeah.”
The smile that appears on his face is small, but real. And for some reason, that feels important.
“Books are weird.”
“They are.”
“You spend hundreds of pages getting attached to people who don’t exist.”
“And then they ruin your life.”
“Exactly.”
“Glad we’re in agreement.”
He laughs.
This time, you don’t look away.
The conversation shifts after that. Not dramatically, but something changes.
The teasing is still there. The jokes. The constant arguing.
Yet beneath it, there’s something else now. A growing sense that you’re seeing pieces of each other that don’t exist online.
Not idol Keonho. Not podcast host you.
Just two people talking about things they care about.
At some point, you realize neither of you has touched your drinks in several minutes.
Too busy talking. Too busy listening. Too busy forgetting that this was supposed to be awkward.
Outside, the afternoon sun has begun to soften.
Golden light spills through the café windows, stretching across the table between you.
The hours ahead suddenly feel much shorter than they should, and that realization is a little alarming.
Because for the first time since arriving, you aren’t wondering how long you’ll stay.
You’re wondering how fast the time is going to pass.
“What else?” he asks.
The question comes naturally.
Not because he’s running out of things to say. Not because he’s trying to keep the conversation alive.
If anything, the opposite.
The conversation has developed its own momentum by now. Topics branch into other topics. Stories turn into arguments, arguments into jokes, jokes into entirely new conversations.
Still, Keonho asks.
Like there’s more he wants to know.
About you.
You look down at your coffee. Think for a second.
“I like photography.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“You told me that already.”
You kick his shoe beneath the table. He laughs.
The sound has become familiar over the past few hours. Comfortably familiar.
“Sorry. What do you like to photograph?” he asks.
You trace your finger around the rim of your cup.
“Whatever catches my attention.”
“Such as?”
You think about it.
“People.”
His face immediately lights up with amusement.
“The serial killer answer.”
“The what?”
“‘I photograph people.’”
“That is not a serial killer answer.”
“It absolutely sounds like one.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“And annoying. So I’ve been told.”
You kick him again. This time, he sees it coming.
The idiot-liar-traitor moves his foot before you can make contact.
“Violence.”
“You deserve it.”
“For asking questions?”
“For misunderstanding my art.”
“Ah.”
His expression turns solemn.
“My deepest apologies.”
“Apologies accepted.”
“Thank you.”
The smile never leaves his face. Neither does yours.
After a moment, the teasing fades.
“What kind of photos do you like to take?”
You glance toward the window.
Outside, people move through the afternoon crowd without noticing each other.
A woman balancing shopping bags. A teenager riding a bike. An older man reading a newspaper on a bench outside the bakery next door.
Small moments. Ordinary moments. The kind most people overlook.
“Candid photos.”
“The ones people don’t know you’re taking?”
You nod.
His gaze follows yours toward the window. Then returns to you.
“Why?”
The question is quiet. Curious. Interested.
You think about it longer this time. Long enough that the answer feels different when it finally comes.
“I don’t know.”
Your voice softens slightly.
“I think people are most interesting when they aren’t trying to be.”
The words settle between you.
For once, Keonho doesn’t respond immediately.
The café hums around you. Coffee machines hiss. Dishes clink. Someone laughs near the counter.
Yet the silence at your table doesn’t feel awkward. It feels thoughtful.
Like he’s actually considering what you said.
When you glance up, he’s already looking at you.
Not in the casual way people usually do during conversations.
He’s paying attention. Really paying attention.
The afternoon sunlight catches against the wire rims of his glasses.
For a second, neither of you speaks.
Something shifts. Subtle. Difficult to name.
The feeling disappears the moment he smiles. Small. Almost private.
“That sounds exactly like something you’d say.”
You give him a skeptical look.
“What?”
“You notice things.”
“I notice lots of things.”
“I know.”
The answer comes without hesitation.
You open your mouth. Then close it.
Because suddenly you’re curious.
“What does that even mean?”
For the first time all afternoon, Keonho looks caught off guard. Only slightly. But enough.
“You ask questions nobody else asks.”
He continues before you can interrupt.
“You pay attention to details.”
His fingers tap lightly against his cup. “On the podcast.”
You groan.
“Not the podcast again.”
“I’m serious.”
“That’s concerning.”
“You remember random things people say.”
His expression softens. “Even when they’re joking.”
You stare at him.
The sincerity in his voice makes it surprisingly difficult to come up with a sarcastic response.
Which is unfortunate. Because sarcasm is usually your strongest weapon.
“So you’ve been analyzing me this entire time.”
“Maybe.”
“You are the creepy one.”
You throw a sugar packet at him.
He catches that, too.
Honestly, heartbreakingly unfair.
“Enough about me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
The answer arrives instantly. Like he doesn’t even need to think about it.
He stares right back. Completely serious.
“You’ve spent too much time making me answer questions.”
“That was for journalism.”
“It was psychological warfare.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“You had an entire segment called ‘Male Idols Manipulators.’”
“It was popular.”
“It was terrifying.”
A laugh escapes you.
“You survived.”
“Barely.”
The grin that follows makes him look younger somehow. Just a seventeen-year-old boy sitting across from you.
And somehow that version feels far more dangerous. Because it’s easier to like.
You immediately banish that thought.
“What about you, though?” you ask.
“What about me?”
“You’ve been interrogating me for an hour.”
“It hasn’t been an hour.”
“It feels like an hour.”
Keonho glances at his phone. He raises an eyebrow.
“Oh.”
Your stomach drops.
“What?”
“It’s been three.”
“That's impossible.”
“It isn't.”
“It is.”
He turns his screen toward you.
Three hours and fourteen minutes.
Your jaw actually drops.
The number doesn’t make sense.
You would’ve guessed ninety minutes. Maybe two hours. But not three.
Not enough time for the sunlight outside to completely change. Not enough time for two coffees each. Not enough time to forget you were nervous.
Yet somehow, three whole hours.
You look up.
Keonho looks equally surprised.
And for some reason, that makes you feel better. Because it means it wasn’t just you.
Neither of you was watching the clock. Neither of you was waiting for an excuse to leave.
The realization lands softly.
A comfortable silence settles between you.
Outside, the sky has shifted into shades of gold and amber.
The crowd has changed.
Different faces. Different people. An entire afternoon gone.
And neither of you noticed.
Keonho breaks the silence first.
“I’m glad you came.”
The words are simple.
No joke attached. No teasing.
Just honest.
Briefly, you’re caught completely off guard.
You glance down at your empty cup. Then at your hands. Anywhere except him.
Because something unexpectedly fragile settles in your chest.
You clear your throat. “Yeah.”
The word comes out quieter than intended.
You risk looking up.
He’s still watching you. Waiting.
You shake your head slightly, a reluctant smile pulling at your lips.
“Me too.”
The smile he gives you in return is different from the others.
Smaller. Softer. Like it isn’t meant for anyone else.
And suddenly the café feels warmer than before.
You hate that. A lot.
The two of you eventually stand, neither mentioning how long you’ve stayed. Neither mentioning the fact that the date had somehow stretched across an entire afternoon.
Outside, the air is cooler. The city still washed in golden evening light.
Briefly, you stand awkwardly on the sidewalk.
Not wanting to leave. Not entirely sure what comes next.
A problem neither of you seems willing to acknowledge.
Then Keonho shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket.
“Can I ask one last question?”
You groan. “You’re insufferable.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It depends.”
“On?”
“How annoying it is.”
His laugh escapes immediately. The familiar sound makes something in your chest loosen.
“What’s your favorite picture you’ve ever taken?”
The question catches you off guard. It’s unexpected.
You think about it. Really think.
Then you smile.
“A bad one.”
His eyebrows lift.
“A bad one?”
“It’s blurry.”
“That’s not helping.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be.”
You glance down the street, remembering.
“I took it while traveling.”
He waits for you to continue.
“The lighting was terrible.”
A small smile pulls at your lips. “The framing was awful.”
“Sounds promising.”
“But everyone in it was laughing.”
Something soft settles across his expression. “And that’s your favorite?”
You nod, honestly. “Yeah.”
Briefly, neither of you says anything.
Then Keonho smiles. Warm. Understanding. Like he gets exactly what you mean.
And somehow that’s worse than if he didn’t.
Because suddenly you have the strange feeling that if you had taken a picture today, somewhere between the books, the arguments, the laughter, the three hours that felt like thirty minutes, it would’ve turned out blurry, too.
