going from innocent love making to nasty fucking, like rabbits in heat. requested by anon :)
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: shyinnocent!jungwon x shyinnocent!femreader to freaky!jungwon and freaky!reader
SMUT, established relationship, little bit of fluff, loss of virginity, dom!won x sub!reader, missionary, 69, face sitting, exhibitionism, praise!kink (fem!receiving), oral (fem & male receiving), hair pulling, mention of safe word and use of tapping as safe word method, squirting, choking (fem!receiving)!, oral fixation, not proofread (2.8k words)
boyfriend!jungwon who has a reputation of being a sweetheart. big eyes and a smile that holds the power to melt the coldest glaciers. he couldn't stop blushing when he confessed his feelings to you, hands shaking while holding out the carefully picked out bouquet. even after you two got together you could feel the slight tremble of your interlinked fingers.
boyfriend!jungwon wanted to be your first time to be in missionary to see your beautiful face and make sure you're well the entire time
he asked all of his friends, went on every article that talked about "how to make your first time memorable". poor boy was haunted by anything going wrong in his sleep, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect since it was both of yours first times :( when it actually happened he was so so nervous, every second sentence was a "are you sure this is okay?" or "do you want to stop?". he's just so unbelievably happy that you feel safe enough to let him see you like this oh my sweet boy :( hearing your small little gasps turning into shy moans did things to him (and his dick) that he didn't even knew were possible. it was incredibly vanilla, shy kisses, innocent touches and small giggles but it was sweet and perfect. afterwards he held you closer than he's ever done before, lips never leaving your cheek or temple. he's full on nuzzling you, he gets incredibly clingy :')
boyfriend!jungwon who goes on reddit deep dive with you after you tried the #basics
yes, he enjoyed a good missionary fuck or the occasional cowgirl. it's nice, it's intimate and he loves it. BUT he cannot stop wondering what more there is to try. so one night, when you two were just laying on the couch, your head rested against the crook of his neck, just dozing away he opens up reddit. "baby," he presses a little kiss on your head and you stir, "come look at this." you turn — and are greeted with 50 positions that you HAVE to try with your partner. "what on earth is a maternity- no wait mating press?" you mumble and he shrugs. one google search later, both of your eyes were wide open. "i am....." he starts. "...intruiged." you finish his sentence. you two eye each other, smiled spreading on both of your faces before you jump up and run to the bedroom.
boyfriend!jungwon cannot stop giggling at first when you try new positions.
the first time you tried 69 mans was GIGGLING into your pussy, the position was too silly to him. "won be serious, this was your idea." you mumble, hand squeezing his cock and he moans. " sorry baby, i just keep thinking of the memes." now, you can't have this man thinking about memes when your pretty pussy hovers rights above him so without further thought you just sit down on him — no warning and his face has become your seat. and jungwon enters heaven, his nose on your clit, mouth on your precum drenched cunt and all thoughts of unseriousness GONE! and when your mouth simultaneously is in his dick, moaning around because he's absolutely devouring you and slobbering your juices (it's literally running down his chin YUM) he only gets more eager, licking away at your folds and you meet him with enthusiastic bobs of your head and tongue swirls around his dick <33
another time, the position didn't even have a name, he eventually just got incredibly creative with it. it seemed like it was his mission to bend your body and intertwine himself with you until you couldn't be untangled. your head flat on the bed, body half twisted, you couldn't even decipher where one of his legs is. his hand was, the romantic that he is, entangled with yours and you give it a slight tug. "wonie, baby, i don't know if this is working." you giggle and his head snaps up. "you're not feeling good, baby?" worry coated his voice and you melted. "no, i just can't really feel you IN me babe." his face drops and he immediately detangles himself from you "now we can't have that," he mumbles, "need you fucking filled with me." he's dead serious and it's the most hilarious thing you've seen. "you won't be laughing for long..." he mutters, sly grin on his face. that man will devote his life to get you moaning and begging.
boyfriend!jungwon who keeps a list of things to try and literally whips it out when you're about to get down and dirty lol
"wait, baby" he pants into your ear as he has you pressed against the glass window that over looks the city. exhibitionism was on the list today and he has you high up against the window, technically for the entire city to see. "let me just..." he reaches back, cock still drilling into you as he reaches for his phone. it looks absolutely ridiculous, he's absolutely destroying your insides with his tongue poking out since his face id isn't working. "there." he exclaims with joy, you feel his hand tangling your hair and a tug. the delicious sting of your pulled hair and the feeling of him deep inside you earning eager moans from you. "there we fucking go, princess. don't you just look fucking gorgeous falling apart on me." which brings me to the next point!!
boyfriend!jungwon loves to praise you and goes absolutely feral when you get more vocal at his sweet degration
it started out innocent. he simply wanted to make sure you knew how nice you feel, how much he loves you. but with more filthy positions came more swear words from him, so a "gosh you're so pretty, you feel so good for me" turned into a "you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen, sweet pussy made for my cock, look at you swallowing me. you love going dumb on my cock don't you baby?". ughhh and you whine so deliciously, head shyly turning away, which he cannot tolerate, so he grabs your face, more roughly than he anticipated but when he noticed you moaning at the feeling of his fingertips digging into the flesh of your cheek, he discovered something new about you. from that moment on he makes it his mission to make you moan a little louder than last time, adding another finger, stimulating your clit in a different way or licking and sucking away at the sweet spot on your neck :3 he especially loves making you loud in places where you SHOULDN'T be loud, he loves the thrill. getting caught is not something he wants, you're for his eyes only but it's a nice little challenge he likes to give you. because sweet girls who do well get extra sweet treatment ><
boyfriend!jungwon feels like he just committed treason when you end up not liking something new :(
turns out you don't like something and he full on stops "do you want some space?" immediately withdrawing any skin contact, "no, no won i want you, this just wasn't it for me today. maybe some other time?" you pout, guilt eating away at you. "baby, hey," he coos, hands cradling your face. "you never have to feel bad for saying no, i need you to tell me when even the slightest thing doesn't feel right for you, otherwise i don't have fun either. this is a you and me thing." leaning in, he peppers a few kisses across your cheek and nose, making you giggle. "what does my sweet girl want to do, hm? want me to eat you out so you run your pretty little head off?" at that your eyes sparkle and he grins. big hands guide you to lay flat on your back as he positions himself between your knees. soft kisses adore your inner thighs as he makes his way to your dripping hole.
boyfriend!jungwon who then made you sit down and have a chat about a safe word!
whether that is pineapple, the colour system or tapping. he doesn't care WHAT you choose as long AS you choose and use it! and when you used it for the first time he was filled with so much love and pride. you were giving him the blowjob of the century, literally he was grabbing onto the wall, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. he was so lost in the feeling that without thinking, one hand flew down to your hair as he pulled your head closer, his cock impossible deep inside your throat as he snaps his hips toward. you've had him down your throat before (he did lowkey train you) but at some point it's bound to be on much. your moans turn into mumbles as you try to mutter out your discomfort, brain turning into mush at the overstimulation :( weakly, you hit the inside of his thigh a few times, getting his attention. he immediately snaps out of it, releases your hair and slowly pulls out of you to make sure the sudden rush of air doesn't overwhelm you. and yes, he loves to see you pathetic for him, but the sight of you coughing repeatedly makes him so upset. tears fill HIS eyes as he crouches down to your level to scoop you into his arms. "i'm so sorry angel, i should've held back." he mumbles into your hair as he softly strokes it, rocking you back and forth. you manage a hum, throat still to sore to speak and he feels his heart break. he blames himself so much :(( "i'm so proud of you for using our safety methods baby, you did so so well." a thousand kisses adore your forehead. " 's okay wonie" you mumble back, sleepy from the whole experience. "i know you didn't mean to." sweet boy picks you up and carries you to the bed. he watches you drift off to sleep in his arms, checking on the outside for any bruises or scratches. only when he saw tho injuries he allows himself to drift off too, arms tightly wrapped around you and face in your neck, breathing in the smell of you he oh so loves.
boyfriend!jungwon has an obsession with squirting, as soon as he knew it was possible it has become his life mission to find the quickest way to drain all liquid from you.....
the first time it wasn't planned, really it had been quite innocent. after a long day, jungwon just couldn't wait to be inside you and forget about the world for a few hours. everyone had been pissing him off, your pussy the only remedy. one orgasm turned into two and he showed absolutely no signs of stopping. "wonie, 's too much." you lulled out, drunk on the sting of his cock nudging your insides. "i know baby, just one more" he whispered, lips brushing your ears. "i know you can do that for me, hm?" he knew that you'd do anything to make him proud, so you clutched him a little tighter and focused on the hot sensation bubbling up in your abdomen. what you didn't expect, was for him to suddenly press his thumb to your already sensitive clit, rubbing deliberate circles onto the soft bud. your back arched, chest meeting his as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder. "ngh—won! wait," you squealed. "fuckkk, baby you clench so fucking nicely around me." he groaned, lips messily meeting yours, eagerly hushing your desperate gasps and whimpers. "something—, something feels different." you gasp and before you knew it the coil in your stomach snapped and warm liquid spilled down both of your thighs. jungwon stopped all his movements, eyes focused on your pulsing pussy as you writhe around the bed. still in a haze, you looked at him with frightened eyes. "i'm so sorry..." you choked out. "don't know what happened i couldn't stop it i swear!" he still didn't say anything and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. that finally made him snap out of his own haze. "holy shit baby, you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen." his lips met the soft flesh of you chest as he started peppering kisses up to you neck, nipping at it slightly. "you know what you just did? i read about this." he mumbled and you shook your head. "think you just squirted baby, that's like...the biggest fucking compliment ever." your eyes meet and he almost cooed at your innocent expression, teary eyes making you look like an absolute doll. "baby, nooo, you did well, i'm not mad i'm so sorry!" he added, rolling you over so you were on top of him. "sorry my angel, i just didn't expect you to do that." he whispered, playing with a lock of your hair. "didn't know what was happening," you mumbled into his chest and he felt his heart swell. "must've been so scary for you baby, but you did so so well. you could never do anything to upset me angel, okay?" "mhm" you mumble back sleepily, the weight of your orgasm still tingling on your tired out limbs. little did you know that while you were drifting off to dreamland he was thinking how he can get you to do that again next time. oh you were in for a very fun time.
so this one was initiated by you by pure accident. jungwon had your legs bent to your chest as if they were out of jelly while drilling into your poor pussy at a brutal pace (you love it) and you tried your best to hang on to him — which happened to be his neck. you were mindlessly grabbing around, looking for any stability, and your hands instantly wrapped around his neck. without meaning to you squeezed it and jungwon let out the most delicious moan you've heard in a long time. in your fucked out state you didn't even realise what he responded to and just gave him a puzzled look. he didn't even give you a verbal answer, too shocked at the new sensation he was feeling and just put his hand over yours in his neck — only then did you realise what you did. "you like that?" you moaned out, not even seductive on purpose, but he goes wild. the hand on your hip tightened, his own hips snapping into yours even quicker. what stared out as innocent grabbing on him for stability now turned into his hand also finding your throat to keep you from being bratty. in the end it just turned both of you on even more; your brattiness and his desire to keep you in line. it was one of those moments where jungwon realised just how much you both have grown together and gotten insanely fucking freaky :p
boyfriend!jungwon found out he has an oral fixation at the same time you did you have one too.
he sort of trained it into you, without meaning. in the most innocent ways he told you to lick the batter off his finger, wipes the dripped ice cream from your chin and told you to clean it off — it had all been truly innocent! he loved the feeling of your lips on him, it had a peaceful kind of possession attached to it and an incredibly deep connection of trust!! he found his fingers slip near your lips during cuddle sessions, loving how you teasingly bite or nip at the skin. long fingers loving squished your cheeks, slipping into the warmth of your mouth. for him, he loved having his mouth ON you!! it didn't even have to be a kiss, just simply resting his lips against your skin was enough. he was the one that nibbled and licked away at your skin, loving the way you squeaked at the tickling sensation :,) eventually it would also definitely find its way into your sex life. let it be you choking the life out of him as he had you sucking on his fingers — it drove both of you INSANE! he would be eating you out for hours, juices running down your legs and when you eventually have given him the nth orgasm of the day he dips his fingers into your heat, collecting the wetness and slipping it into his mouth. seeing your hazy eyes sparkle at his gesture he repeats the action but guides your juices on his fingers to your mouth. as you now clean your own slick off his fingers, twirling you tongue around the bud of his fingertips, his lips are on you again. kissing, licking, sucking and nipping away at the soft flesh of your body. it was his way of saying that you, your trust, your love. it calmed both of you such innocent way in the end. yes you both love to get down and dirty, any position at any time but you have established such a beautiful trust between each other :(
ʟɪɴꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: innocent to freaky won has a special place in my heart, pls meet me in my bed !
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best friends who share everything… including their side chick.
𓊆박성훈 & 심재윤& 박종성 x fem reader𓊇 baby, is it me or are you doing something to me? when you smile, it’s shining, but for some reason, you’re lying inside. dangerously, you’re beautiful. you slowly came to me, my dilemma like a habit. ─ baby don't like it, nct127 ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱
𓆩♡𓆪 wow hi :< it's been a minute since i wrote + something so long + smut?! + foursome?!?!?! ... i'm super sorry in advance if this is so shit because yk i don't reread my smut and this is genuinely just 10k of filth hahsheahs and i miss u guys so much kisses kisses kisses :x
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content advisory heavy infidelity/cheating, lowkey polyamory? possessiveness, side chick, jay is a football player, jake is a nerd, toxic relationship, moral ambiguity, hoes before bros or whatever, no one's a good person here, mentioned of underage drinking (1), kinda sunghoon biased i'm so sorry, non proofread!
smut advisory foursome (fmmm), very nasty mayne, different sex scenes, squirt, fingering, cum stuffing, oral, fellatio, pussy licking/sucking, lots of making out jesus, dirty talk, profanity, locker room fucking, creampie, cumshot, tit play, jake's in love with your tits and sunghoon can't stop kissing you, flirting, jay's gentler than the others, jake is lowkey a softdom/sub, sunghoon's a hard-dom and mean, use of slut, whore, cumdump etc. doggy style, side-fucking, missionary, creampie after creampie, car sex, hotel sex... might miss out some but pls.
growing up as a trio—jake, sunghoon, and jay always, and always made sure that no secrets are kept from one another. from highschool, and attending the same college, they stuck together like glue—rooming in the same dorm block, sharing the same late–night runs, copying each other’s work despite not taking the same major but shared classes.
they called themselves 02z (and sunghoon always thought that it was corny) and no matter what happened, the rule was simple: no secrets. everything got laid out on the table—the good, the bad, the ugly, and the embarrassing.
and they’d proven it time and time again.
like the time jake got stupidly drunk at a house party at the age of seventeen, and jay had to haul his half–conscious ass back through the window of his bedroom while sunghoon knocked on the front door and entertained jake’s father from finding out.
or the time jay accidentally broke the school’s window and to prevent him from getting suspended and kicked out of the football team, jake stepped forward and took the blame—”i threw it too hard to impress a girl, sorry.” he flashed that innocent puppy smile and accepted the week’s detention without complaint. jay never forgot it and paid him back by covering his shifts for two whole weeks.
but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.
“ride or die,” sunghoon had said once. and in a world where friendships were shallow and people stabbed each other in the back, the three of them were unbreakable. like a stream of water, it cannot be cut—
but even the strongest stream can be diverted when the faucet is turned.
——
funny enough—the first time jay saw you was during one of his football friendly matches.
it was a casual friday afternoon game, nothing serious, just the medic faculty versus the business for bragging rights and free drinks afterward. jay was on the field in his number 99 jersey, sweat already soaking the back of his neck under the orange sun.
his girlfriend, minji, was sitting in the small bleachers with a couple of her friends, waving at him every time he glanced her way. he’d blown her a kiss before the whistle, the perfect boyfriend move that made his teammates tease him later.
and you weren’t even supposed to be there for him.
you were merely just a friend with one of the strikers in his team—and had come along because he (martin) had begged you to at least pretend to cheer so he doesn’t look like a loser. you sat on the grass near the sidelines, knees pulled up in those pretty shorts and prettier top.
you weren’t attention seeking or loud, but jay found his eyes travelling to you more often than he’d like to. light, genuine laughter that cut through the noise of the field and scored him square in the chest. he almost lost the ball.
and if it wasn’t after the match that everyone gathered near the benches to talk about what happened and martin pulled you in to join the conversation. you, being youself—ever so friendly and talkative you, even prettier up close and funnier than most girls he know—chatted with the rest of the boys like you’d known them for months.
jay stood there, still catching his breath, tower slung over his shoulder, watching you. the conversation flowed naturally and he found himself grinning wider than he should, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved when you smiled.
“you played so well. even if your team totally got lucky on that last goal,” you commented, casually sitting next to jay on the bench. jay laughed, humming. “yeah? that never happened by the way—so it was probably your luck.”
you raised an eyebrow, amused, turning your body slightly toward him. “you think so?”
the way you said it made something in his chest tighten in the best way possible. most girls would either just giggle or try too hard, but you looked like you were genuinely enjoying the back–and–forth.
he leaned back on the bench, resting his elbows behind him. his jersey clung to his chest, damp with sweat, but neither of you care. for once, he was grateful his girlfriend wasn’t around.
“maybe,” he replied, that smirk tugging at his lips. “or maybe you’re bad luck for the other team. every time you cheered us, their defense fell apart. i saw it.”
you let out the laugh that got him almost distracted on the field earlier—and shook your head. “you’re so smooth, jay. do you use that line on every girl who watches your game?”
uh, oh.
his smirk faltered for half a second. he let out a quick, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck to play it cool. “of course not,” he said, chuckling a little too loudly. “that would be way too cheesy. i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”
you tilted your head, studying him with glint in your eyes. then, casually, almost too casually, you dropped it—
“i thought so! you kept blowing kisses to a girl earlier. i saw it.”
jay went quiet.
the easy smile on his face froze. his fingers tightened slightly around his water bottle as the words landed. he swore—he swore—he didn’t mean to come off as flirty or anything, but it just… came out naturally.
like it was just you.
for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. he hadn’t even realised you’d noticed that.
“yeah, well…” he started, voice trailing off. he looked away for a second, heartbeat drumming fast, searching for the right words that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete asshole.
before he could finish, you broke into a soft giggle and waved your hand lightly in front of him. “i’m just joking, hehe,” you said, mischievous. “relax. you don’t have to look so guilty.”
jay let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the tension in his shoulder easing as he laughed along. you were teasing him, but the way you said it so playfully made his tummy flip.
he finally met your eyes, watching the way your lips curved when you smiled like that. relax. you don’t have to look so guilty. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to you.
“put your number in,” he said, smoother and calmer now. “next time we play, you could be our lucky charm again.”
you’re not stupid. if anything, martin would’ve invited you to the next matches anyway. but you took the phone anyway—fingers brushed against his. you saved yourself as yn, followed with a little soccer ball emoji and handed it back.
“don’t blow me kisses though,” you teased lightly as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your shorts.
jay watched your back as you walked away, phone warm in his hand, your contact staring back at him. it’s harmless—it’s just a number and you’re just a girl who was easy and fun to talk to.
but the further you got from him, the more it’s clear to jay that he was going to text you tonight.
and the first turn of the faucet happened—quietly, and completely without anyone knowing, not even jay himself.
——
“oh my gosh, my player,” you moaned sensually, tipping your head back as jay lifted you up around his waist with ease.
his strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pressed you against the cool metal locker. the contrast between the cold surface on your back and the heat of his body made you shiver.
jay’s mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, deep, messy, and horny. he kissed you like he’d been starving from it since the first whistle was blown, tongue sliding against yours while low groans rumbled deep from his chest.
“fuck baby, you feel so good like this,” he rasped between kisses, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy. the thin fabric of his shorts was the only thing separating you, and you could feel every inch of him throbbing, already leaking like a little boy for you.
“my little reward.”
you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair as you rocked your hips against him, chasing the friction. “hngh—you did so well… how are you so good at everything?” another sensual moan slipped from your lips when he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against your swollen clit.
“am i?” his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting lightly, leaving faint marks he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t stop himself from making. one hand stayed under your thigh, holding you up effortlessly, while the other squeezed your tit, thumb flicking over your perky nipple until you whimpered.
“look at you,” he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse with list. “so fucking wet and ready for me after i won. you like being my secret celebration, baby?”
you nodded eagerly, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing but the idea of jay’s thick cock inside. sensing that—he pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, tip glistening with a bead of precum.
“i want you—fuck me, please,” you cry out, leaning to kiss him.
without another word, jay lined himself up and pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust—stretching you open, filling you completely. a broken moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, walls clenching tight around him. the guy buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly at how perfectly you took him.
“shit… so tight,” he breathed, staying still to let you adjust—but not for long before he started moving, sensual, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot. “oh god, yesyesyes, just like that,”
the locker rattled with every thrust. your legs tightened around his waist, heels dragging into his lower back as he fucked you against the cool metal, mouth never leaving your skin. he kissed, licked, and sucked at your neck and collarbone while his pace gradually picked up, turning deeper and harder.
“mine tonight,” he whispered roughly, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your wet, sensitive clit. you moaned louder, bud ticklish and feeling like you were going to squirt—which you did, just seconds after.
jay’s so good and gentle with how he’s treating you it’s making your chest flutter. “yours, jay, yours,” you gasped as the head of his cock knocked against your cervix—jerking your body upwards with each pound.
“my pretty little trophy… taking my cock so well after the game.”
your moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing softly in the empty, locked, locker room as he drove into you again and again and again—sensual, hot, sinful, and so fucking good.
jay’s breathing turned ragged, forehead pressed to yours as he chased both your highs, the wet slap of your skin and your shared gasps filling the air. the player ended up cumming—shooting ropes and ropes of warm jizz on your pretty little face, landing some on your head.
seeing how well you’re cleaning his cock—jay realised he was far from done with you.
——
for sim jaeyun, everything had its place, neatly stacked in order of importance.
first came his family—always. then his friends (sunghoon and jay at top, then the rest of the people he knows). layla, his border collie, squeezed into that top tier too. studies came strongly after that because he believed it’s 100% his future—
and finally, only then—way down the list—came fun.
and fun included his girlfriend, chloe. she was sweet, understanding, and never complained when he told her he had to study late or hang out with the boys. jake liked that about her—she knew her place in his priorities, and she respected it.
he never meant to rearrange that list.
“sorry we can’t do this at my apartment,” jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “my girlfriend’s been staying over a lot lately and… yeah. i didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
you and jake shared multiple classes since the start of the semester, sitting in the same lecture halls but he’d never really talked to you. not until the professor paired you two together for a major project that counted half of the final grade.
now here you were—tucked away in a quiet, secluded corner of the library on the third floor. jake sat across from you, laptop open, highlighter between his teeth as he scribbled notes. you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a small knowing smile playing on your lips.
unlike the easy friendliness you’d shown jay, something about jake brought out a slightly different side of you—a bit more teasing, more… dominant? like you enjoyed watching the good boy squirm a little.
“that’s okay, jakey,” you replied, tilting your head, eyes locked onto his. “anywhere is fine at least we get it done, right?”
jake blinked, caught off guard by the nickname but didn’t comment on it. his cheeks warmed slightly, but he laughed it off. “yeah… exactly. studies first, you know? gotta keep priorities straight.”
you hummed, leaning forward on your elbow, chin resting on your hand as you watched him. jake had to do everything just from glancing at your cleavage sticking out from your shirt. the way your gaze lingered made the air between you feel a little heavier, more intimate—and jake figured this was why most girls wouldn’t want their boyfriends around a girl.
a pretty one at that too.
“that’s good. keeping everything in order like that, hehe.”
the words slipped out casually but jake’s ears turned pink anyway. he shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper–aware of how secluded this corner was—no one could really see the two of you back here.
he tried to steer the conversation back to the project, pointing at the screen as you scooted closer beside him. “so… for this second, i was thinking we could—”
“oh—you typed quantitative wrong here—”
you leaned in and pointed at the typo on his laptop screen. in the process, your chest brushed against his arm, soft and warm through your thin top that jake swore he felt the sponge of your bra.
jake froze.
his breath hitched, eyes widening for a split second as he felt the brief press of your chest against his bicep. a rush of heat shot straight through him and you felt the way he tensed up.
“oh—shit, sorry,” you said quickly, pulling back a little, though your voice didn’t sound even an ounce of guilt if he was being honest. “didn’t mean to interrupt you like that.”
his mouth went dry. he could still feel the ghost of the touch on his arm, and his brain was suddenly struggling to form normal sentences. “n—no, it’s okay,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks now matching the pink of his ears.
“don’t worry about it.”
you bit your lip to hide a small smile, watching the way composed jake was suddenly flustered. the good boy who kept his priorities straight was starting to crack a little. instead of moving back, you stayed right where you were—shoulders almost touching his, close enough that your perfume filled his nostrils.
you pointed at the screen again, this time more carefully, your nails tapping on the lcd. your voice dropped softer, with a hint of light dominant slipping through.
“see? right here. fix it, jakey.”
jake swallowed hard, nodding quickly as his fingers moved to the keyboard. but it was hard to focus on the project anymore—not when every time you shifted even slightly, he became hyper–aware of how close you were, and how dangerous his mind was playing at.
that damn cleavage and top.
maybe it was because jake met you during one of his ‘studying’ sessions, but you were quick to climb up his carefully built hierarchy. just like jay, you were easy to talk to, quick with your thoughts, and somehow jake liked… being told what to do. shamelessly.
“you’re so good at this,” you hummed softly, scooting your chair just a tiny bit closer until your knee brushed his under the table. “what’s something you’re not good at?”
you meant the project—but you also knew men like jake would divert the meaning elsewhere. something jake’s not good at is probably standing on his morals and keeping his priorities straight.
not when he’s easily swayed like this.
——
just two months after that, jake’s stacked priorities crumbled.
parked in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the campus parking lot at 11:49 p.m., the backseat of his car fogged up. he had a chemistry exam the next day—yet here he was.
“jakey…” you whispered against his mouth, voice low and teasing as you cupped his cheeks, fingers tapping against his skin. “you’re thinking too much again.” you continued, straddling his lap and brushing your lips against his.
“it’s late…” he breathed, even as his hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you down harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. “test t’morrow… chloe… fuck, this is so wrong.”
you pouted playfully, rolling your hips and grinding against him in the meantime. “but you’ll ace the test tomorrow anyway, why bother?” you hummed, pressing your lips against him. jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. you purposely ignored the latter problem.
his morals screamed at him, but his body betrayed him completely.
clothes were pushed aside rather than fully removed—your skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side, his jeans shoved down just enough. he had you on all fours, exactly how he liked it best: doggy style.
as all up for him to watch as it jiggles—yeah, fuck yeah. jake’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you from behind in one, full, deep thrust—instantly burying himself deep with a broken moan.
“shit—you feel so good, yn,” he gasped, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades for a second. the angle was beyond perfect—the cramped car, and your tight, wet, cunt while being so deep he could feel every clench around him.
“uh huh? what else?”
he started moving, savouring the way your back arched for him, the way you pushed back to meet every thrust, the way your ass jiggled when his pelvis slapped ‘em. “so tight, your pussy’s so tight, yn,” he rasped, picking up his pace. jake’s hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the space of the car. “i love it—love your pussy,”
jake’s cock was probably the longest you’ve had, reaching so deep your fingers, toys, and other boys had never been able to. “oh god, jakey, you’re so good,” you moaned aloud, palms flat against the fogged window.
“you’re ruining me,” jake groaned, one hand sliding up to push you down lower, chest pressed against the seat while your ass stayed up for him. “can’t stop thinkin’ about this—about you.”
his balls slapped against your wet pussy, dragging you velvet walls with each time he pulled out. you moaned sensually, gripping the edge of the seat as he fucked you faster, coming close. “then don’t stop, just do me all the time.”
that pushed him over the edge.
the boy’s grip tightened. he pulled you back onto his cock, deep with every thrust. the car rocked with his movements. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, morals completely shattered as he took you exactly how he loved—deep, rough, playful.
“want your cum, gosh—fuck, cum all over me,” you gasped, saliva leaking out from the edge of your mouth. your pussy squelched with every thrust, juices splattering on the leather seat. what a shame to the girlfriend, really.
he leaned over you, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other braced beside your head, pounding into you harder as he began chasing his end. “shouldn’t… i really shouldn’t…” he groaned, voice strained and broken.
“c’mon, be a good boy—give it to me, cumcumcum,”
the praise pushed him over—with a final moan, jake pulled out of your dripping pussy. he flipped you onto your back in one motion, trapping you between his knees. his hand pumped his slick, wet cock furiously, eyes dark and wild as he hovered above you.
you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes—lips parted, chest heaving, already arching your back and pushing your tits together for him. his abs tensed, jaw clenched tight.
“shit—i’m cumming—!”
thick liquidity, warm ropes of cum shot across your chest in messy spurts, painting your tits and collarbones white. some landed right on your nipple, dripping slowly down the curve which only caused jake to cum some more.
fuck, that’s so fucking hot—he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until his cock twitched empty and his whole body shuddered.
you licked around your lips, smearing jake’s cum all over your pretty tits. it looked like you were lactating his cum.
“fuck… am i good enough, yn?” he murmured, chest heaving. “look at what you do to me.”
——
saturday night and sunghoon’s at a popular off–campus club with a group of his classmates. while he’s not much of a party guy, he came because one of them kept dragging him anyway, and he knew he couldn’t keep rejecting their advances for so long.
he’s sitting in the booth area, nursing drunks, bored, and detached while everyone else is loud and drunk. sunghoon doesn’t dance. doesn’t flirt. just watch.
that’s when he saw you.
you’re on the dance floor with your girlfriends, just being effortlessly sexy and attractive—the way your body swayed, hair sticking on your neck from the heat, the same curve of your smile that jay was starstrucked with.
and that damn black dress that hugged your curves just right.
sunghoon’s eyes locked on you instantly, he didn't smile when your eyes met his as well across the floor—just watching. instead of looking away shyly, you held his gaze for a few seconds, then your eyes travelled from the top of his head down to his shoes, and gave him a slow smile before turning back to your friends.
that was all it took for him.
sunghoon stood up, leaving his classmates’ drinks and stuffs on the table, and walked straight onto the crowd. he didn’t say anything at first—just slid in behind you, one hand slightly resting on your waist as he spun you around to meet him.
“hey,” he murmured, tall frame towering over you. “what’s that about?”
you tilted your head slightly, a playful, faux innocence smile playing on your lips. “what’s what about?”
his eyebrows furrowed just a fraction, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the tiniest hint of amusement and a thought of, wow, the audacity. his hand stayed on your waist, thumb pressing lightly into the fabric of your dress, holding you in place.
“that look you gave me,” he said, shrugging. “are you daring me?”
you let out a soft laugh that almost sounded like a scoff, eyes sparkling and laced with a kind of bratness that he never knew he was into. you didn’t pull away but instead stepped a little closer, letting your chest brush against his as you looked up at him through your lashes.
“and if i am?” you replied, sweetly. “what are you gonna do about it?”
morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.
he never lost sleep over it but rules, right and wrong, loyalty—they were just concepts that applied to other people. as long as it didn’t affect his image or his life or his close circle greatly, he didn’t care enough to draw hard lines.
and tonight, those blurry lines had just walked out of the club with him.
sunghoon didn’t say much as he guided you toward his black sedan by holding your hand in his. you glanced up at him, still wearing that same little smile. “you always drag girls out of clubs without asking their name?”
he unlocked the car with a soft beep and opened the front door for you. his eyes met yours—completely unbothered. “sunghoon,” he said simply. “and i don’t bring girls out anywhere.”
you let out a hum, but still slid into the front seat without hesitation. he followed right after, closing the door behind him. the inside of his car smelled strongly of his cologne, and as he started the engine, he didn’t bother with small talks. didn’t ask where you lived, nor did he offer to take you home.
sunghoon pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the city centre with his one hand occasionally brushing your thigh. you watched the streetlights flicker across his jawline and the way his expression said nothing eventhough the tension between you two in the car reeked with want.
“so… where are we going?”
“a hotel. closer than my place.”
——
the door had barely clicked shut before sunghoon had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours in a deep. hungry kiss. there was nothing gentle about it—his lips moved against yours with need, tongue sliding in immediately to taste you as one hand gripped your jaw, and the other pressed on your hip.
and you—you kissed him back just as greedily, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging at his shirt like you wanted it off yesterday. “ngh—hngh,” you moaned into his mouth, tongue intertwining and sucking on one another.
sunghoon broke the kiss only long enough to pull your dress up and over your head at once, letting it drop to the floor. his hands were on you instantly—squeezing your tits, sliding down to grip your ass, yanking you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants.
“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, voice low. he bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before kissing you again, deeper this time.
you moaned into his mouth, hands working frantically to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. the moment his bare chest pressed against yours, sunghoon groaned and lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you across the room, lips still on yours.
he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress dipping. before you could even catch your breath, sunghoon was crawling over you, shoving his pants and boxers fully down to free his thick, heavy cock.
and jesus—unlike jay or jake’s, sunghoon was packing.
“you’re so hot,” sunghoon licked his lips, hooked his fingers into your panties, ripped them down your legs, and spread your thighs wide open with his knees. he looked down at you for one brief second, then lined himself up.
“are you gonna fuck me? without even knowing my name?”
sunghoon paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cocky smirk. finally, he didn’t look cold. he pushed just the tip inside you, teasing, before answering.
“i know you, yn,”
your eyes almost widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across your features.
“how?”
he leaned down closer, one hand gripping your thigh as he slowly sank another inch deeper, stretching your tight cunt open. “i overhead your friends,” he murmured, hissing through his teeth as your pussy engulfed him.
you let out a soft moan, back arching as the familiar burn of being stretched came back to you. “fuck… you’re really something, hoonie.”
sunghoon bottomed out with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you. for a second, he stayed still—letting you feel and adjust every inch of him, his grip on your thighs tightened. you arched your back, eyes half–lidded as you looked up at him, that spark still burning bright behind your eyes.
“fuck me good, hoonie,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you began palming and playing with your tits, tweaking the perky buds. “make it worth me leaving my friends for you.”
“shh—shut up and let me do the work.”
that night, sunghoon fucked you for hours—the bed creaked loudly beneath as he fucked you deep and fast, hips snapping against yours with every thrust. his hands held your thighs spread wide, keeping you open as he pounded. the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the hotel room.
“fuck—your cunt feels s’good,” sunghoon moaned, tipping his head against the headrest, jaw clenched tight. you hovered right over his hard, slick cock. sunghoon’s eyes never left yours as you sank down onto him, taking every inch until your ass met his lap.
a broken moan left your lips at the deeper angle. sunghoon groaned too, his fingers digging harder. “look at you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, your bouncing, marked, tits, lips parted in pleasure with your tongue sticking out.
fuck. this is why sunghoon loved cowgirl. watching every lewd, pretty expression, every flutter of your eyelashes, your mouth opened to moan his name—because of this cock.
you started moving, rolling your hips in sensual circles, then bouncing on his cock with more force. his hands guided you, but he let you do most of the work, just like he liked it. his gaze stayed locked on your face the entire time.
“you’re so big, hoonie, oh jesus fuck,” you moaned eagerly, biting your lip. with each time you bounced on it, the head of his cock kissed your cervix sweetly and it felt so fucking good. he pulled you down closer by the nape of your neck, and kissed you deeply while you rode him.
“that’s it… just like that, baby,” he rasped against your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. “ride my cock like a good girl—let me see how pretty you look when you cum on me again.”
his free hand moved between your bodies to circle and pinch your perky buds. the combination made your rhythm falter, thighs shaking as you bounced faster, chasing the high.
sunghoon kept watching you—obsessed. he kissed you again and again, swallowing your moans, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your movements and driving himself even deeper.
“cummin’ soon, babe?” he murmured against your lips, now moving his hand to rub that sensitive, wet, clit. “cum on me—then i’ll fill you up.”
you could only moan his name as the pleasure built higher and higher, your hips moving desperately.
sunghoon, who never thought he’d ever cheat on sooha, let alone creampie another girl he just met raw—watched your face with almost possessive gaze. he had always been careful, even with someone who has little to no morals.
and you—who had literally never let anyone cum inside you before—were seconds away from letting him be the first.
your thighs shook as the orgasm crashed over you. “fuck—!” you cried out, clenching hard around him, hips stuttering as you came and squirted all over his cock. the feeling of your pussy pulsing and gushing around him pushed sunghoon over the edge.
thick, hot spurts of semen flooded inside you, filling you up the very first time. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper.
one night stand—this won’t ruin anything for sunghoon.
right?
——
“so,” jay started, leaning back against the railing with that smirk of his, “valentine’s next week. you guys already got plans locked in?”
jake nodded, smiling. “don’t even say it. i booked the restaurant last month because i know she’ll kill me if i forget. we’ll probs just have dinner together.” he shook his head, sipping his canned beer. “gotta keep the girlfriend happy, right?”
sunghoon took a slow sip of his as well, shrugging and unbothered as ever. “i’ll probably just take sooha out on a breakfast and shopping. i got plans that night.”
jay raised an eyebrow, turning to him with curiousity. “oh? what are you doing that night?”
he didn’t even flinch, just stared down at the small puddle of water around the can opening where his mouth kissed it. “bringing yeji out,” he said, absentmindedly swirling the alcohol in the can. “she’s been begging me to take her out. figured valentine’s night is as good as any.”
jake let out a laugh, completely buying it. “damn, she’s gonna milk you dry.” he commented, then glanced at jay from where he’s sitting. “what about you? something big again?”
“nah, think minji wants something intimate this time.” he hummed, looking out at the yard—people were chatting, dancing, and drunk to their heads. “maybe i’ll cook and we’ll spend the day at mine. who knows.”
“what a romance.”
the three of them continued talking easily—hopping from one topic to another—arguing whose girlfriend was more demanding, whose more whipped, and reminiscing about things they’ll never get back.
none of them even knew that they each shared the same secret—and little did they know, she was walking around the party downstairs right under their noses.
down in the crowded kitchen, you leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, while heeseung stood in front of you—close enough that his arm rested on the counter beside your waist.
“oh, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied, taking a small sip from your cup while holding his gaze. heeseung grinned, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice so only you could hear him over the loud music.
“good. because i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. you’re always so hard to catch alone.” his fingers lightly tapped the counter next to your hip. “what do you say? let me take you somewhere nice this valentines?”
you bit your lip, pretending to think about it—
but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“yn?”
sunghoon.
he was frowning. the usual expression on his face didn’t change much except for the tightness of his jaw, and the way his gaze flicked to heeseung’s hand near your hip.
heeseung turned his head, still smiling. “oh, hey man—”
sunghoon didn’t let him finish.
without a word, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your waist and firmly pulled you away from the counter and away from heeseung. “come with me,” he said quietly, already leaving the kitchen.
you barely had time to shoot heeseung an apologetic smile before sunghoon guided you through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. he closed the door—but didn’t lock it—the party noise instantly muffled.
“the fuck was that?” he asked, frowning and confused. “heeseung? really? you let him get that close to you?”
sunghoon took a step closer, towering over, eyes narrowed.
“i thought we had an understanding,” he continued, laced with unfair possessiveness. “you didn’t even tell me you’d be here—then i caught you with some dude flirting?”
before you could form a reply, his hand came up to grip your cheeks, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you couldn’t wait till i take you out on valentines?”
you looked up at him, a scoff escaped you—and a small smile tugged at your lips. “so you can have fun with sooha… but i can’t do the same with heeseung?”
his jaw tightened; and for a second, he just stared at you, thumb brushing over your lower lips. he let out a low, breathy scoff, almost a laugh—but there was no humour in it. “you’re really testing me,” he murmured, clicking his tongue.
“sooha’s my girlfriend. she gets breakfast and shopping because that’s what keeps everything quiet. you…” he paused, free hand slid down to your waist where he squeezed the flesh. “you get me at night. isn’t that better? i’m about to fuck you all night and you’re gettin’ jealous over some fucking breakfast?”
he tilted your head slightly, fingers digging into your flesh.
“don’t compare yourself to her. and don’t let another guy put his hands near you again.”
he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, gripping your jaw tighter as he devoured your mouth. the kiss was messy and intense—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, low groans between you.
you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading into his hair and tugging hard, making him groan into your mouth.
“fuuuccckkk,” he grunted between the kiss—turning and walking you backwards until your legs hut the edge of the bed. without breaking the kiss, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, body pressing into the sheets.
his hands roamed greedily—one sliding under your dress to grip your thigh, the other pinning your wrists above your head. “oh my, hngh,” you moaned softly, arching up into him as he ground his hips down against you. sunghoon bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue.
“always pissin’ me off—”
his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.
sunghoon ignored it initially, lips moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark as the ringing continued. “jesus—shut the fuck up…” he murmured, merely glancing at his phone. he assumed it was just one of his friends, or just anyone but—
“sunghoon, you in here—?”
jake’s voice died in his throat. jay stood right beside him, phone in his hand—both of them froze in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in the scene.
you lying on the bed, dress hiked up, lips swollen from kissing. sunghoon on top of you, one hand under your dress, his lips glistened from saliva, hair messy from your fingers.
for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved.
sunghoon’s head snapped up, eyes widening in genuine shock, his expression completely shattered—he was caught. fucking caught. by his own bestfriends. they weren’t supposed to fucking know that he’s not loyal to sooha. the same two guys he swore loyalty to since teenangers.
the colour drained from his face.
jake and jay stared, wide–eyed, stunned.
“...yn?” jake breathed out first, voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay’s mouth opened, then closed—replaced by pure disbelief. instead of addressing the elephant in the room—which was sunghoon fucking cheating—your name came out first.
the realisation hit them both at the same time—how the fuck did all of them came to know you? if jay knew you because of his affair, and jake knew you too—and sunghoon too—then were they all having an affair with you?
they’d been secretly fucking the same girl for months—?!
you, still pinned under sunghoon, felt your stomach drop.
“oh my fucking gosh…” you whispered, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. you propped yourself up on your elbows, hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was useless.
the shock, the absurdity, the fact that you had been playing all three of them without any of them knowing… it was all crashing down at once.
sunghoon finally pulled his hand out from under your dress and sat up slightly. he looked between his two bestfriends, voice strained. “look—this isn’t what it looks like.”
jake let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. “you’re on top of her, dude.”
jay’s grip tightened—he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time.
“you.. and sunghoon?” his voice cracked. “how long has this been going on?”
the room was thick and silent for half a second.
then it clicked.
sunghoon’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at jay—then slowly turned his head toward jake. the realisation hit him. “wait…” he muttered. “how the fuck do you know her?”
jake’s face went pale—he blinked rapidly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “yeah… how do you know yn?”
jay’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. his gaze flicked between you and sunghoon, confusion turning into dawning horror. sunghoon sat up straighter, but not off you. all three boys were now staring directly at you.
“how do you know jay?”
“and how the hell do you know jake?”
“you and sunghoon—?”
now the focus shifted entirely on you.
you were still lying on the bed, dress rumpled, lips swollen, heart hammering in your chest. three pairs of eyes—shocked, jealous, and confused—were locked on you.
“i—”
you tried to sit up, tugging your dress down with shaky hands. “i—i didn’t know? ah, i swear… it just… happened? i mean—”
you were clearly flustered, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. “i never thought—i didn’t know you guys knew each other—?”
before you could finish, jake reached behind him and closed the door with a soft click, locking the four of you inside. both of them walked closer to the bed, their expressions shifting from confusion to something more of—betrayal and disbelief.
jay ran a hand through his hair, letting out a short laugh. “wow… you’ve been fucking all of us?” his voice was low, eyes wide. “our own friend group?”
why didn’t they blame each other—? you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. you guys were the asshole cheaters in the first place! so they could cheat on their girlfriends, but god forbids a girl have fun with multiple guys?
“have you been playing us the whole time? jake asked. “letting jay fuck you, me, now sunghoon pinning you down like that?”
just as you were about to open your mouth, sunghoon squished your cheeks together and slammed his lips against yours roughly—teeth clashing and grazing your lips. you whimpered into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing his shirt.
when sunghoon finally pulled back, you grasped for air. his thumb dragged across your botton lip. “there’s no point hiding anymore, is there?”
the tension snapped.
jay moved first, climbing onto the bed and grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. “c’mere, baby.” jake was right behind him, kneeling on your other side. sunghoon stayed where he was, between your knees, watching as his two bestfriends started touching you.
in seconds, your dress was being yanked up and over your head. hands were everywhere—jake’s mouth on your neck, jay’s hands squeezing your tits, sunghoon’s fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs.
you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.
“look at her,” jay murmured, voice thick as he pinched your nipple, eliciting a moan. “pretty little side chick… been taking all three of us like a whore.” jake groaned, kissing down your chest. “and we thought we were the only ones… fuck, that’s so hot.”
sunghoon gripped your jaw again, turning your face toward him. “open your mouth.”
the second you did, and he kissed you again—rough and deep—while jay and jake worked together pleasing your tits. jay’s hand wandered along your tummy—down to your bare, wet cunt.
his fingers slid between your folds, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. “shit, so soaked.”
“fuckin’ dripping for us already,” sunghoon said, moving to give jake a space to settle between your spread legs. “turn over,” sunghoon ordered, commanding as he grabbed your hips. “on your hands and knees now, c’mon.”
your body obeyed before your brain could catch up—which shocked jake a little since with him, you were never this obedient. you were flipped onto all fours in the middle of the bed, ass up, back arched, completely exposed.
jake gripped your asscheeks, spreading them wide enough as he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from your clit, all the way up to your dripping hole. “fuck, taste s’good,” he moaned, his cock beneath his pants twitched. he dove back in, licking and sucking messily while jay knelt in front of you. he tilted your chin up, hard cock already freed from his pants, thick and leaking.
“open that pretty mouth, baby.”
you parted your lips and he instantly pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding deep into your warm mouth with a satisfied groan. “oh, fuuuuck… your mouth always feels s’good…”
sunghoon stayed at your side, one hand already palming and stroking his cock while the other reached underneath to rub circles on your clit as jake french–kissed your pussy. “look at you,” sunghoon murmured. “what a slut… taking all taken men at once. this what you wanted, isn’t it?”
jake hummed against your pussy and you felt the curve of his mouth forming into a smile—the vibration making your thighs quiver. jay thrusted into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. “been screwing each of us behind the other’s backs…” jay groaned, pushing deeper until you gagged.
“greedy little girl.”
your muffled moan around jay’s cock was the only answer they needed.
jake was the first to pull back from between your legs, shiny with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swimming with pure need. “i’m going first,” he said, settling behind you. “been dying to fuck you again since the last time.”
sunghoon and jay didn’t argue. they simply shifted positions.
jake moved behind you, gripping your hips tightly and lining up his hard cock with your dripping entrance. without any warning or heads up, he pushed in with one deep thrust—bottoming out in a single stroke.
“oh, fuuuck…” he groaned aloud, head falling back as your tight walls clenched around him. “still so ’ tight… missed this pussy so much.” jake started thrusting—deep strokes that rocked your body forward.
at the same time, sunghoon knelt in front of you. he grabbed your hair gently but firmly, guiding your mouth to his cock. “open up,” he ordered quietly. you obeyed, lips parting as he slid his thick length into your mouth. sunghoon let out a groan, eyes half–lidded as he watched you take him inch by inch.
jay moved to your side, kneeling close enough that his cock was right next to your face. your hand instinctively wrapped around his length, stroking his wet cock while you sucked his best friend’s.
the room filled with wet, porno sounds—jake’s hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you from behind, the slick sounds of your mouth working sunghoon’s dick, and your hand pumping jay’s length. every now and then, jake would slap you ass—gripping, squeezing, and spreading and watched as your asshole twitched.
“aw, pretty baby,” jay grunted, wrapping his bigger hand around yours as he guided you through it out. “taking all three of us so well, mm? perfect girl.”
next to him, sunghoon scoffed. jake panted and runted like a dog—gripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. “oh—hah—you feel so good, oh fuck, i missed this so much—missed you so much.”
sunghoon glanced at jake before his hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he picked up his pace fucking your mouth. “that’s it… suck me just like that—how you’d do with all the other guys, babe.”
jay groaned, hips twitching into your fist. “yeah—? do you have other guys you’re fucking aside us, yn?”
you instantly shook your head as much as you could with sunghoon’s cock buried in your mouth, a desperate, muffled, “mm—mm” vibrating around him.
“right,” sunghoon clicked his tongue. the memory of you getting hit on by heeseung playing in the back of his head. if you were able to hide jake and jay from him for months—who knew who else?
every thrust from jake pushed you forward onto sunghoon’s cock, forcing you to take him even deeper down your throat. you were gagging around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth but you kept sucking.
jake’s rhythm started to falter. his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he fucked you harder from behind. “hah—i’m close, oh god,” he groaned. “wanna fill you up—i can fill you up, right? hngh—you’ll let me?”
he slammed into you a few more times, deep and desperate, burying himself to the hilt. now—jay and sunghoon never knew jake was someone who’s into this but who were they to judge? the contrast between how you were with jake, sunghoon, and jay made them want to laugh.
with jay, you’re treated as the princess of the princess—sweet, gentle, kind words—like you’re the girlfriend. with jake, you got to order and command—and he’s always so fucking into being called a good boy. with sunghoon? with sunghoon—you’re the brat that needed some punishment.
you nodded your head and that was all jake needed.
“hah—cumming—” he rasped. you felt the first hot spurts of his cum flood deep inside you. the puppy boy kept grinding into you, milking every drop as he creampied you, his cock twitching. a low whine escaped your throat, muffled.
when jake finally pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaked from your cunt.
“next,” jake panted, voice hoarse as he moved aside.
they filled you onto your back.
the player immediately took his place between your legs, but instead of fucking you missionary, he turned you slightly onto your side. he lifted your top leg, hooking it over his hip, and instantly slid his throbbing cock into your cum–filled cunt in one thrust.
“ah—! jay!” you moaned aloud, followed by jay’s groan. the warmth from jake’s cum wasn’t helping the situation at all. it felt so fucking good. “she’s so slippery with your cum, jake… so filthy.”
he started fucking you from the side—deep, rolling thrusts that let him hit every sensitive spot. you’re beyond embarrassed at this point. your creamy pussy that gushes cum with each thrust, how exposed and bare and wet you were for the other two boys to see.
you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions.
jake moved up beside your head, still breathing hard. he groped your tits greeding—how he loved them—squeezing and kneading, pinching your sweaty nipples as he leaned down to kiss and bite along your neck.
‘hngh—yn, i love these so much,” he muffled, sucking and tugging at your boobs. “so soft, you’re so squishy.”
sunghoon shifted to your other side, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. his tongue slid against yours while jay continued fucking you from the side, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your creampied pussy filling the room.
sunghoon kissed you like he couldn’t bear not doing anything while the other two boys had their fun. he was almost annoyed and pissed that they just had to interrupt him having you all to himself earlier.
“is this what you like?” jake murmured against your neck, his hands never stopping roaming. he groped your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, then slid one hand down to rub your clit in lazy circles while jay thrusted into you. “taking jay’s dick right after i filled you up… you’re so hot, yn.”
“hngh—jay, oh fuck, you’re so big—” you moaned into sunghoon’s mouth in which he instantly shut you up. jay groaned, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder. “fuck. i can feel your cum every time i push in, jake. poor sweetheart, do you like this, baby?”
sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to let you breathe, lips brushing yours. “answer him while he’s fucking you.”
your body trembled between the three guys as you answered: “yes, yes, yesyesyes—! i—i love all three of you, oh my fuck!” you cried out, chasing sunghoon’s lips as you began sucking his bottom lip. you moaned shamelessly into his mouth while jay’s cock dragged against your walls.
“we love you too.”
behind you, jay smirked—and jake couldn’t help from smiling.
“show us how much you love it, please?” jake murmured against your nipple, his fingers never slowing down—pressing and rubbing your clit. “squirt for us—make a mess all over jay’s dick.”
he began rubbing harder—and the pressure coiled fast. too fast.
before you knew it, your thighs started shaking uncontrollably. your back arched sharply as jake’s fingers and jay’s cock worked you together. “oh, i’m gonna—!”
you didn’t even get to finish.
with a loud, broken cry, you squired around jay’s cock. clear fluid gushed out of you, soaking jay’s hips, the sheets, and jake’s hand. your whole body convulsed, pussy clenching and pulsing violently.
“fuck—!” jay groaned, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. the feeling of you squiring all over him while still full of jake’s cum pushed him over the edge. without any warning, he buried himself deep and came—thick ropes of cum shooting right inside.
he kept grinding into you through his orgasm, pushing every drop deeper as your squirt continued to leak around his cock.
sunghoon watched the while thing, still kissing you through your high, swallowing every broken moan and whimper.
when jay finally stilled, panting against your shoulder, the room was filled with heavy breathing and the obscene sound of cum and squirt dripping onto the sheets. jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple while his fingers slowed on your oversensitive clit.
“good girl…” jay murmured, kissing your temple. “such a perfect girl.”
jay pulled out slowly, another mix of squirt and both their cum leaking out of your used cunt like whipped cream, jay smirked, giving your ass a squeeze.
“my turn.”
sunghoon didn’t waste a single second.
he moved between your legs, pushing them wide open as he settled on top of you in full missionary, his frame caged you in, eyes locked onto yours that always made your tummy flip. without warning, he slid two fingers deep into your cum–filled pussy, curcling them instantly.
“hah—hoonie—!” you gasped, back arching off the bed as he started fingering you—fast and deep, wet sounds loud and filthy as he stirred jake and jay’s cum inside you. “feel that, babe? he muttered. “so full already—yet so slutty for more.”
he pumped his fingers harder, scissoring them, pushing the mixed loads deeper while his thumb rub your swollen clit. your legs trembled around him, overstimulation making tears prick.
only when you were whimpering and gasping did sunghoon finally pull his fingers out. he brought them up to your mouth.
“clean ‘em.”
you obediently opened your lips, sucking his fingers clean of the messy mix of cum while he watched. then, he lined up his thick, needy cock—and pushed into you in one deep thrust, slow enough to let you feel every inch and veins of him.
a broken moan tore from your throat.
sunghoon bottomed out, holding your hips. “shit… so warm and wet,” he breathed, and began to move. his thrusts were hard and deliberate, hips snapping forward with every stroke, driving jake and jay’s cum even deeper.
he kept you in missionary the whole time—face to face, eyes locked, his body pressed flush against yours. one hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. the other slid up to wrap gently around your throat, holding you there.
“open your mouth.”
you obeyed instantly, lips paring, tongue slightly out naturally.
sunghoon leaned in first. he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your tongue, watching with a smirk as it landed right on your tongue. jake moved in simultaneously, hovering above you as he spat directly into your open mouth, a thick string of saliva mixing with sunghoon’s. jay too—tilted your head upward gently before spitting into your mouth as well.
all three of their spit mixed together on your tongue—so fucking humiliating in the best way.
“swallow, baby, c’mon,” jay murmured, kissing your cheek. sunghoon tightened his grip on your throat just a little, you swallowed the thick saliva, throat bobbing under his palm. the taste of all three of them made your pussy clench hard around sunghoon’s cock.
“fuck, she just squeezed me,” sunghoon groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. “such a nasty little cumslut.”
jake chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as he palmed your tits. jay’s hand slid down to rub your clit as sunghoon pounded into you deeply—”nasty little girl, look at you,” jay murmured, caressing your hair.
“you love being used like this? who taught you to be so slutty, baby, hm?”
sunghoon’s eyes never left yours—your half–lidded, crossed, rolled to the back glossy eyes. he fucked you relentlessly, wet squelching sounds of his cock stirring the mixed cum inside you filling the room. his hand stayed around your throat as he fucked your cunt like a fleshlight, claming while jake had his fun with your tits, and jay continued teasing your clit from the side.
you were a complete mess—trembling, moaning, drooling… barely got to focus on the moving ceiling above. your tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust—a sight jake could cum alone.
sunghoon’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, and more desperate. his grip on you throat tightened just a fraction as he groaned against your lips. “fuck… ‘m cummin’—”
he straightened up, canines digging into his bottom lip as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. the hardest he’s ever ejaculated. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded and washed over deep inside you, mixing with the cum from jake and jay before.
as usual, he kept grinding into you, pushing every drop as deep as possible while his cock twitched inside your overused, overfilled pussy.
at the same time, the two boys kneeled on either side of your head—jerking themselves off furiously above you, breathing heavily. “shit, shit, shit,” jay rasped, thick spurts of cum landing across your tits and collarbones.
“oh, gosh, yn, please,” jake whimpered, following just right after as he painted your face and chest with more warm cum. their softened cocks rested on your chest, with jay’s twitching again as it rubbed your nipple.
you lay there, panting, body covered in their cum—tits glistening like you milked out semen, pussy leaking a creamy mix of all three of them, throat marked from sunghoon’s hands and jake’s bites, lips swollen from jay’s kisses.
the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.
sunghoon pulled out—agonisingly slow—watching his thick cum drip and burst out from your stretched hole. fuck—what a sight, he thought. he wasn’t sure if this would be the last time. your pussy twitched and spasmed around nothing, thighs trembling with orgasm as you shivered.
jay leaned to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. jake’s softened cock caressed your other cheek as the owner pumped the mixed cum back inside your puffy pussy with his fingers. sunghoon pressed a soft, loving kiss to your lips.
“you’re our secret girl now.”
you lay between them—as the three sworn, soulmates bestfriends who used to swear they had no secrets finally agreed on one secret:
they would share their perfect little side chick—away from their girlfriends, and away from all the other guys out there.
✶⋆.˚ synopsis :: in which jake sim has a horrible day at work, so he takes out his anger the only way he knows how: by fucking you senseless.
✶⋆.˚ contains :: MDNI. smut; fwb; angry sex; jake is PISSED; p in v; oral (m and f receiving); dom jake; hair pulling; spanking; overstimulation; unprotected sex (don't do it)
✶⋆.˚ wc :: 1.5k
✶⋆.˚ a/n :: this might be the hottest thing i've ever written. i need jake so bad.
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When Jake burst into your apartment at 6 P.M. on a Tuesday, you knew something was wrong. You were sprawled across your couch, scrolling mindlessly through TikTok after getting home from work, and he had not warned you that he was coming over like he usually did.
“Take your pants off,” Jake said by way of a greeting, and you could hear the anger in his voice. He paused in the kitchen, throwing down his briefcase and shrugging off his suit jacket before dropping it to the floor.
“Hello to you, too,” you said, setting down your phone and propping yourself up on your elbows.
“This isn't the time, y/n,” Jake ground out, loosening his tie before his fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt.
“Dare I ask what happened that pissed you off this much?” you asked casually. You and Jake had been friends with benefits for the past few months, and you had never seen him this angry before. Normally, he was very even-tempered, keeping a tight reign on his emotions. However, seeing him this pissed off and horny turned you on more than you cared to admit.
“Jay and I got into an argument during a meeting today,” Jake said shortly, discarding his shirt so that he was only wearing his slacks. He stormed over to you, quickly flicking your shorts and panties off your legs before roughly grabbing your waist and positioning you at the edge of the couch. He lowered himself to the floor until he was between your legs.
“I was doing my presentation,” Jake started, his lips connecting with your pink folds. You gasped loudly—he had never eaten you out like this before. “And Jay thought that would be the perfect fucking time to tell me that he had been researching my project on the side."
Jake stopped talking for a moment to jut his tongue inside your hole as his nose brushed against your clit, and your hands immediately found their way into his hair.
“So, in front of everyone, Jay begins to tell me that everything I’ve been working on for the last month is now completely wrong because of one small detail that he didn't think I needed to know,” he said against your pussy in between using his mouth for your pleasure.
“What an asshole,” you manage to say as he dove back in for more. At that point, you were seeing stars, and you had half a mind to thank Jay for pissing Jake off next time you saw him.
“He's the fucking worst,” Jake seethed, the intensity of his tongue and sucking only increasing. A loud cry ripped from your throat, which only seemed to encourage Jake. He grasped your thighs, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh as he tasted you. It only took a moment before your hips began bucking involuntarily, and Jake knew that you were close.
“Do you want to know how our boss responded to Jay’s comment?” Jake asked as he continued working on you.
“Please,” you breathed between moans, and you didn't quite know if you were asking him to tell you the story or begging him to make you cum. However, it quickly became evident.
“Holy fuck, Jake,” you whined. “I’m gonna cum, baby."
Jake paused his story to focus solely on bringing you to your climax. Your thighs began to shake as you reached your peak, and you cried out Jake’s name as you came on his tongue. Your thighs clenched around his head, and you could've sworn you saw a smirk on his face as he continued to work you through your high.
Once you released Jake from the grip of your thighs, he stood up and stared down at you, his eyes burning. He knew you were already wrecked, but he didn't care. You were friends with benefits, and he would be using all those benefits tonight.
“You're going to suck my dick, baby,” Jake commanded. You nodded, knowing that the last thing you should do was disobey him. Your fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper, and you slid his pants and boxers down his legs in one movement.
“Fuck, baby,” Jake groaned as you immediately took his length in your mouth. He was harder than you had ever seen him, which also meant he was more sensitive—so you used that to your advantage. As your tongue swirled around Jake’s cock, he moaned your name loudly before continuing his story.
“O-our boss was, fuck, mad of course,” Jake ground out, his hips rolling into your mouth. “He asked Jay—ah—why he hadn't brought it up s-sooner."
“Mhm,” you hummed, letting him know that you were still listening. You knew that you were driving Jake crazy from the way you moved your mouth around him.
“And Jay fucking Park had the audacity—oh my God—to say that he o-only discovered it this m-morning. Jesus Christ, baby."
You knew from the way Jake’s breaths became quicker that you had him close to the edge. You were going to keep working his cock until you had him cumming on your tongue, but Jake was not going to let that happen. He pulled out of your mouth and stared down at you with a burning lust you had never seen before.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Jake told you, and from his tone, you knew that you were fully at Jake's mercy. “Get on all fours."
You obeyed quickly, getting on your hands and knees on the couch. You could feel Jake step toward you, and he rubbed his veiny cock along your folds for just a moment before slamming himself into you. You cried out at the feeling of being filled so suddenly. Jake immediately began to fuck you like his life depended on it, but he also still had more to say about what had happened at work.
“I know for a fact that Jay was lying,” Jake spat, taking out all his anger on your pussy as he pounded into you. You tried to listen to the words leaving his mouth, but it felt impossible when you were having the best sex of your life. “The way he looked at me when he said that, the fucking arrogance on his face—fuck—I know he's been p-planning this."
Jake spanked you as he continued to thrust into you furiously, and the loud slap that filled the room was accompanied by the moans spilling from your lips and the sound of Jake’s skin hitting yours repeatedly. You cried out as Jake spanked you again, and you knew that you were close to going over the edge again.
“Jake, I’m gonna cum again,” you forced out, your eyes rolling back in your head from the intensity of his movements.
However, Jake seemed too angry to properly hear you. “I tried to talk to Jay about it after work, but the fucker was avoiding me."
As he seemed to remember this, the speed of his thrusts only increased, and you were cumming again before you knew what was happening.
“Jake!” you cried, your walls clenching around him tightly as you found your release again. “Fuck, I’m—ah!"
“I’m going to find Jay first thing in the morning and tell him how fucked up that was,” Jake said, but his words came out as moan. You could tell he was close again from the way his movements became sloppy as he moaned loudly. “Fucking Jay Park, I hate him so much."
As Jake continued to snap his hips into you ruthlessly, he gathered your hair in one hand and pulled, tilting your head back. It took everything in you not to cum again on the spot.
“God, this pussy is so fucking good,” Jake moaned. “S-so fucking good. ‘s gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me cum, baby."
With your hair still in his hand, Jake slammed his cock into you a few more times before he cried out your name, and you could feel the pulse of his load emptying inside you. He whined as he rode out his high, and when he was done, he pulled out and collapsed on the couch beside you. You shakily plopped down next to him, both of you panting heavily, reeling from what had just happened.
“Do you feel better?” you asked after a moment, turning your head to gaze into Jake’s eyes.
“Maybe a bit,” he responded, kissing you briefly. “I just can't believe he would do that to me."
“I know, baby.” Another kiss. “But, after what just happened? I might have to ask Jay to piss you off more often."
Jake grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you on top of him, connecting your lips angrily. “Don't you fucking dare.”
📁 2026.works. ╰ 📂 JAKE : NSFW! roommate!jake x reader, !!cheating, oral sex (reader giving), fingering, spanking, orgasm denial (reader on jake), protected sex (thumbs up), jake is a huge asshole btw, porn WITH plot bc there’ll be part 2 (4.1k words)
You were never supposed to be attracted to Sim Jaeyun.
He didn’t have anything you particularly liked; wasn’t even your type.
A simple guy, truly.
An awful guy. Not with you, that was for sure otherwise you would’ve moved a long time ago. And there were times where you asked yourself whether this wouldn’t be a good idea to actually move out. Like these nights where the moon was high in the sky and the walls were so thin that you could not escape no sound from the obscene scene happening just next door.
Shameless.
He was shameless. You had no other word in mind to describe him than this one. The way he kept inviting girls; fucking them in the same bed he cuddled with his girlfriend. None of them knew. To them, Jake was just the cool, handsome guy that liked to throw parties and have fun around without attachment.
‘Jake is such a good fuck. Too bad he doesn’t commit.’ You could hear them say on the campus. And each time you rolled your eyes.
Because you knew better.
Because you had seen his girlfriend come and go multiple times. He was even letting her sleep at the apartment sometimes.
How kind of him. A joke.
He was cheating on her and acting like a cute puppy around her. Your heart ached for her; it truly did. But you never had the opportunity to tell her the truth. Firstly, because you didn’t think it was truly your role to tell her. Secondly, because each time she laid eyes on you, her eyes were filled with such hate and arrogance.
You constantly felt like screaming at her that no, you didn’t want her boyfriend. Perhaps if she wasn’t so obsessed with your behavior in your own home she’d be able to see where the real problem lied. But she preferred to observe you as if you were a true threat to her relationship when the only menace was her boyfriend himself.
‘My taxi’s here. I’ll text you when I land, baby.’ She announced, shoving her phone into her pockets as Jake walked her to the door. She only had one suitcase as she was only gone for a few days and somehow she wanted to drop by to say goodbye to him.
He could’ve just gone to the airport to say goodbye, you thought but chuckled a bit. You didn’t really want to know whether he was a bad boyfriend for not wanting to go there to say goodbye or if she was a jealous girlfriend that intended to mark her territory one last time before leaving, making sure you’d know he was hers even though you couldn’t care less.
The disgusting noises of their sloppy kiss could be heard from the living-room; making you flee to your room. When your door closed, you put on earphones and laid in bed immediately; seeking comfort from your favorite show as you turned on the laptop.
You were definitely not going to spend the whole night secluded in your room but you kept watching a few episodes. You knew she was gone; but somehow you feared to take off the earphones and hear something far worse.
Another girl ? Perhaps even two as he liked to play a lot. But when you finally gathered the courage to take off your earphones, there was nothing. No sound. Only a rare, peaceful silence that you enjoyed so much your lips actually curled up into a genuine smile.
You thought he was gone as he liked to go to the bar a lot also. Your only wish was for him not to bring a girl later in the night and wake you up as it had already happened. And each time, he’d greet you the next morning with a knowing smile that was particularly infuriating to see.
Just the thought of it started disturbing your peace so you shook your head and walked out of your room to find the apartment in the dark. Wow. You hadn’t figured time passed by so quickly and as the only lights in the living-room were the neon spotlights from the hotel on the other side of the street, you realized how late it actually was.
Your stomach growled a bit. Of course you were hungry after missing dinner time but it was always like that when you were so focused on something. You simply walked to the kitchen, turning the light on and opening the fridge to check for something to eat.
You craved something sweet and as your eyes spotted the whipped cream, literal sparkles filled your eyes. You knew it was his. And you had made it pretty clear that one’s food is reserved. No sharing unless explicitly specified. No stealing.
You shrugged. He wouldn’t notice if you took just a little bit of it, right ? Your mind was torn between the dilemma. You were too respectful to actually do it; but in a way, with every night he was disturbing your sleep with his numerous hookups, you could allow yourself to be a little selfish, right ?
You giggled a bit, feeling like doing something crazy when it was actually not that deep. But what felt exciting wasn’t the act in itself; it was just the fact that for once, you were not respecting his boundaries.
‘Is it tasty ?’
The unannounced voice did surprise you to the point of making you jump. A little squeak coming from your throat without you controlling it. And that annoying giggle.
‘Look at that. Are we eating each other’s food now ?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked towards you with the usual confidence that irritated you. He wiped the slight remains of cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, bringing it to his tongue and the sight of him licking the cream off his thumb felt weirdly attractive.
You frowned, immediately trying to put the whipped cream spray on the kitchen island and cursed when your clumsy hands just let it fall down. ‘Fuck.’
He raised his eyebrows, a playful expression on his face. ‘She curses ! Does she bite ?’ The vulgarity in his way of flirting was disgusting. He kneeled in front of you to grab the spray that you had just let down.
‘Cat got your tongue ?’ You were so fucked. You knew it. Because he was giving you the same gaze he always gave these girls that he wanted to take home. You had witnessed it way too often; despite not wanting any of this.
Or perhaps you wanted to see. Just out of curiosity, of course. Because you were not attracted to him in the slightest.
You wanted to ignore him. You wanted to curse at him and run into your room, waiting for him to disappear the next day so that you could get back out. But you didn’t move, your back pressing against the kitchen island as he was slowly getting closer to you with a dangerous gaze.
You were not supposed to be attracted to Sim Jaeyun.
But somehow, you were unable to take your eyes off him. He was dressed casually. A grey sweatpants dropping low on his waist, letting you see the color of his boxers. A simple black one.
Yes, you checked it. Fuck, you wished you could hide. It felt embarrassing, especially since he seemed to be getting closer to you by the second. But it was only an impression, truly. In reality, Jake was standing in front of you, leaving you just the space to leave if you wanted to.
But you didn’t move, again. Instead, you found yourself staring harder at his lips; even wondering what they tasted like.
‘I knew I wasn’t mistaken about you.’ His words took you out of your reverie for a few seconds. You blinked several times as if you were just waking up from a long sleep but it was just you daydreaming about kissing Jake here and now.
Of course, you weren’t going to say that.
‘What ?’ You simply asked and he shook his head. ‘You’re good at playing innocent y/n.’ He praised but somehow it felt like a reproach. What could possibly be wrong in showing only the good aspects of yourself to strangers ?
And Jake was a stranger. You didn’t know him except for the amount of girls he took home.
‘I don’t know what you’re saying.’ You lied, staring straight into his eyes almost begging him to keep insisting. Because you loved this little game starting as much as you hated it.
You were not supposed to be attracted to him, and yet, he felt terribly attractive when his eyes scanned your face, as if trying to convey a message. You weren’t able to stop yourself from getting baited.
He took a step back, eyeing you from head to toe. ‘I have a girlfriend you know.’
A much not needed reminder, truly. He was already reminding you each time he fucked her that while blasting some awful sexual songs in his room.
You nodded; feeling bolder as you raised an eyebrow and spoke confidently. You were not acting innocent nor bothered anymore. You were being fully honest with him and with yourself. ‘Does she know you’re hitting on every girl you find physically attractive ?’
He giggled. The shameless giggle of a man not even trying to hide his bad actions. But why would he want to hide from you when you were nothing more than a roommate ? A sweet roommate he’s been secretly fantasizing about.
He took a step closer, lowering his voice again, saying forbidden things. ‘She at least knows I find you attractive because I keep staring at you… Staring at your pictures.’ He insisted on the word you, straight up confessing his attraction to you while his fingers started toying with the drawstring of your pajama shorts.
‘Cute pajamas.’ He started innocently praising. ‘Although I think you’d look better without it.’
Now he was completely hitting on you. You looked away, feeling a slight blush on your cheeks. ‘Are you not going out tonight ?’ Jake had to admit that you were pretty good at avoiding him and trying to distract him; but he wasn’t one to give up easily.
‘Don’t need it. I have everything I need at home.’ The large grin on his lips showed what a confident guy he really was. So this was not just a mask for society in the end. And you started to understand these girls falling for it.
He had no right to look this hot while simply playing with a string. And yet, this only gesture of him was making you rethink everything.
‘Do you mind me having a girlfriend ? Because I sure as hell don’t mind taking care of you too.’ He whispered, tilting your chin up so that you’d look at him and how intimidating it felt to be touched like that when you were starting to feel vulnerable.
‘Answer me, or else, I won’t keep going.’
Now he was even threatening you. How cruel. He knew the effect he had on you and just wanted to boost his ego by asking you to confirm just how much you wanted this too.
And you felt all your walls stumbling down under his soft touch and intense gaze. He certainly knew exactly what he was doing, even with you who wasn’t like these girls obsessed with him. At least that’s how you perceived yourself before, but you knew this image was fake as you were slowly melting into a good girl, doing and saying exactly what he wanted.
‘No.’ You only said. It wasn’t even a thing said in the heat of the moment because of the desire growing inside of you. You genuinely didn’t care about her. You might’ve cared at some point but it grew into ignorance as she kept being so immature about you.
And now. You realized you were going to give her a reason to be wary of you.
You checked his lips again and he didn’t miss it. He let go of your chin and instead placed his hand behind your neck as he leaned over to kiss you. The kiss was soft, nothing like what you had imagined it to be. You pictured Jake as an intense man, with a strong and fierce way of having sex.
And he was. He just wanted to take his time with you after finally managing to get you so whipped for him. He truly never knew he'd manage to as you always seemed to despise him.
Who knew you’d be kissing him back in the middle of a random night ? He would’ve definitely not bet on it, but he wasn’t complaining about the way it happened. What mattered was that you were so ready for him.
He slowly slipped a hand under your shorts and underwear. ‘You’re so wet…’ He smirked and truly seemed like the happiest in the world when he said this; as if he had been waiting for this for a long time and in a way he had. You just were never aware of how bad he craved this exact moment.
‘Ah..’ You bit back your moan when he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, slowly caressing and teasing your needy cunt. ‘Don’t keep your moans to yourself. I wanna hear it too.’ And just as he said that, he curled his fingers, pressing on your sensitive spot, both hands stimulating your clit inside and outside. ‘Mhhh…’ He swallowed your moans, kissing you before pulling his hand away.
He lifted you from the floor and laid your back on the cold kitchen island which made you hiss a bit.
‘I wanna see you naked. Want to worship that body of yours.’ He buried his face into your neck, pressing wet kisses all over it and the feeling of his hot tongue licking the exact right spot made you moan softly.
He bit your skin with a certain softness; not wanting to hurt you. And as his dick hardening started to feel uncomfortable in his underwear, he couldn’t deny it any longer. And he never intended to, in the first place.
‘I need more.’ His thin fingers started unbuttoning your pajama shirt, slowly revealing more of your chest and as soon as he opened it fully, freeing your bare tits, and as he saw your nipples hardening after a chill provoked by the cold air tingling your skin ran down your spine.
He licked his lips and broke eye contact to focus on pleasuring you firstly by teasing your tits with his tongue. And he seemed to be an expert at it. Of course he was, after his numerous sex sessions with many girls. You were just one among many and the one thing these girls all had in common was that Jake was always making sure they’d have the time of their lives with him.
So of course, Jake had to stay true to himself and lead you to orgasm. And one wouldn’t be enough. No. He knew that he wanted it to last all night, making you come multiple times to make sure you’d remember it. That you’d remember him.
And how he felt. His tongue, his hands, his fingers. Every part of him seemed like it held only one purpose in life and that purpose was to satisfy you.
His mouth kept sucking on your nipple, while his fingers played with the other, making sure you were stimulated in the right way, in his way.
‘You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.’ He admitted, lips pressed against your bare skin, his warm breath sending shivers on your body. And as he pulled back and ran a hand through your hair, you saw it.
The appeal that this man had.
That handsome face, muscular body, whiny yet dominant voice. It felt like he had been crafted by the Gods themselves.
Perfection.
And you hadn’t seen all of him, but as he pulled down his pants right there, in the middle of the kitchen; his hard, thick and long dick bouncing back on his stomach was already causing tingles to spread in your pussy. The arousal was at its peak and you could feel your panties get dirty because of it.
‘You’re staring hard, pretty.’ Jake wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, slowly stroking himself yet controlling his breath perfectly. ‘I want-’ You stopped yourself right away, feeling slightly embarrassed by your demand.
‘Oh no no, baby. What is it that you want ?’
‘I want to suck you off.’ You bit your lip, feeling as if you were saying the dirtiest thing ever when in reality it was pretty common for girls to say this to him. But the way you so cutely asked for it made his dick twitch harder. He didn’t even know when he got so aroused for the last time. But it didn’t matter anyway because he was enjoying this moment with you a bit too much.
‘Oh yeah ? Come here, then.’ He commanded and you quickly jumped off the kitchen island, getting on your knees and fuck if it wasn’t the hottest sight he’s ever seen. He looked at your pretty face as you looked up at him, opening your mouth for him.
Jake held your chin while rubbing the tip of his dick against your pretty lips. ‘So hot…’ He whispered. You looked absolutely magnificent like this. Beautiful, and ready to pleasure him after you asked. How perfect.
Jake didn’t fight his own desire any longer and slowly pushed himself into your mouth. The feeling of your hot mouth wrapped all over was already driving him on the edge but as you started to tease him, swirling your tongue around his length, he whined. ‘Mhhh yeah oh fuck- I didn’t know you were so good at this.’ He praised, his hand holding your head in place as he took a bit of control, rolling his hips to push himself deeper and deeper, causing you to focus to handle it as he was pretty big and your mouth too full.
‘Fuuuuuck…’ His moans were getting louder and a smirk of satisfaction formed on the corner of your lips as you realized you hadn’t heard him moan that way before.
‘I’m gonna come if you keep doing that’
Little did he know, you didn’t intend on just obeying his commands. You wanted to pleasure him at least as much as he wanted to plaster you. If not, more. That way, he, who was constantly having fun here and there, would remember that gut with you as one of his best.
You did have a sort of twisted competitiveness, that was right. But it was also motivated by the heavenly sounds that you were hearing each time you did something he liked.
You stopped sucking for a few seconds, replacing your mouth with your hand pumping him, fast and hard, spitting on his dick so that he’d fuck your hand like a wet pussy. ‘You sure know what you’re doing, huh…’ He frowned, realizing he was completely mistaken about you.
You were not an innocent, slightly boring girl that stayed locked in her room. You were a dangerous seductress that knew exactly how to handle a man. How to handle him. And it felt scary for him, who was used to controlling everything and being the one to give orgasms.
But he didn’t even have the time to think and react that you were already teasing again, your mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, while your hand kept stroking, your thumb pressing on the tip to tease him.
‘Fuck- Don’t… It’s unfair.’ He bit his lip, eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.
It was too late, he couldn’t stop it now. He didn’t want to. And he had no control over himself anyway as your expert touch was leading him at the pace you had chosen.
All of a sudden you stopped everything, and he opened his eyes, face showing such a pissed and frustrated expression. ‘Why ?’ He whined. How frustrating it was for him who was used to getting what he wanted every time. And you had just deprived him of the thing he craved the most right now.
You got up from the floor and he grabbed your chin, pulling you aggressively toward him to kiss you again. There was the intensity that the first kiss lacked. And you loved it. You wanted this. But to have it combined to the upset expression on his face felt like the grand prize.
‘Turn around.’ He commanded. He was not sweet, nor gentle anymore. His orders were clear and you just had to be obedient. ‘I’ll show you what I do to bad girls like you.’ How amusing it felt to have him switch personalities in a second.
His soft voice was an octave lower now, commanding you around as his hands weren’t touching you softly anymore; instead holding you firmly after pulling down your pajama shorts and panties.
‘That cute ass… I’m gonna ruin you.’ Jake put on a condom and spanked your ass.
‘Mhh…’ Your delicate moans each time he thrusted sent him over the edge. He enjoyed how responsive your body was, whether in the way your voice was shaking as you moaned or talked dirty, or in the way your pussy kept squeezing him deeper as if your entire body was begging him not to let go.
And he didn’t intend on doing so. Not only his dick was addicted to pounding your tight pussy, pleasuring both of you as you were both into rough sex; but he also craved to hear these cute sounds you made more often.
Once wouldn’t be enough and he knew he was fucked. You knew you were fucked.
You weren’t supposed to be attracted to Sim Jaeyun. But fuck, you were and you wouldn’t be able to stop any of this as it would clearly not be the last time.
‘I’m gonna fucking come’ He announced, bending over so that his body was pressed all against yours, hands finding yours to squeeze it as he was about to reach it. His other hand started pressing against your clit continuously, chasing your orgasm as he craved what once more.
‘Come all over my dick, baby. It’s all yours.’ He whispered against your ear, kissing your jaw down to your neck, sucking on your skin. He truly intended to leave hickeys. He didn’t care about it since she was gone for a few days. But even if she was still there, he knew it’d be the same.
Because now that he tasted you once he knew he’d never be able to resist you ever again and since you shared an apartment, it wasn’t really complicated to see each other to fuck. How convenient.
You truly were the perfect one for him.
‘Y/N… fuck…’ He moaned as he came hard, his seed filling up the condom as the tip of his dick hit deep inside of you. And he remained like this for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of your inner walls that clenched around him.
‘It was so fucking good.’ He whispered, and kept praising you, holding onto your naked body like a clingy boyfriend. And he was indeed a bit clingy after sex always; but especially with you.
He remained unmoving for a few minutes, until eventually he pulled back, taking the condom off his dick to throw it out. He looked at you, truly looked at you and you could see how his desire hadn’t decreased after this. If anything, he even looked like he wanted you even more now.
No regrets.
No guilt.
Only a desire to fuck you again in all position until finding your favorite. He wanted to hear your moans and missed the feeling of your mouth on his body. After some hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you strongly until you stumbled onto his chest. Your naked bodies were laced together, and he caressed your back with the tip of his fingers.
‘If I say I want you again, what do you say ?’
‘Fuck me in your bed.’
A large grin slowly formed on his face as he placed a kiss on your lips again; his hand pulling on yours, leading the way to his room, obviously ready to fuck you all night just like he’s been fantasizing about before.
۶ৎ title: done pretending
۶ৎ smut! (mdni!) sim jaeyun x reader. pwp, rough sex, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (dont!), oral (f.), clothed sex, semi-public sex, dirty talk, cum eating, cum inside, cursing, all jake wants to do is munch.
۶ৎ mlist | wc: 8022
your gaze shifts to the phone laying face down on your bed as it buzzes and for a second your mind drifts. what if it was jake? that thought is fleeting, though. it had been an entire day since you decided not to meet him, going home after your classes like you normally would. and he hadn't said anything to you about it since. he didn't even join your live stream that night. not like you had been hoping he would...
the way he had texted you that night caught you off guard. it wasn't like you didn't like it, it wasn't anything like that at all. you just didn't expect for your body to react the way that it had. so used to being the one in charge, the one to have a guy fall apart – and it shocked you the way jake was able to do it over the phone, through text even. it freaked you out, to say the least. and you didn't know what to do with that, but meeting up with him and giving him the chance to effect you in person was definitely not the right move to make.
you decide to ignore whatever text is coming through, sinking into the comfort of your sheets. it's saturday night and while you knew of the parties that were happening around campus, you had no interest wasting a night surrounded by fake smiles, performative conversations and, drunk college boys convinced they had a chance... @ jake. you're reaching for the remote just as your phone buzzes once more. than again, and two more times after that. and then it stops, and you're back to ignoring that a text had even come in at all.
flipping the tv on and searching through your options on netflix, but that only lasts a few moments before your phone is buzzing – more insistently this time, signaling a call was coming through. you're huffing, “someone better be fucking dying,” words come out as a grumble as you lift your body from your bed, crossing the room to where your phone rests.
the call ends just as you've lifted the device in your hand, followed by three more texts from ami. her name bounces across your screen, her numerous attempts to get your attention displayed right in front of you. you can't help the way your eyes roll when you read over the messages, head shaking from side to side as an amused smile spreads across your features.
23:28 | ami
hellooo! get ready im omw
23:34 | ami
don't think ignoring me is gna change ur fate
23:34 | ami
we're going to jays
23:35 | ami
hey :/
23:35 | ami
YN!?!?!?
23:35 | ami
WHERE ARE U!?
23:37 | yn
im home
23:38 | ami
get up???
im like ten mins away
23:38 | yn
y would u do that
23:39 | ami
bccc :((( i need my wingwoman
kai is at jays rn
23:40 | yn
u say that everytime & never need me
23:40 | ami
what if i need u tn??
& ur home playing dj when u could be w me </3
23:41 | yn
im not even streaming tn????
23:42 | ami
even better!! come down
im outside
23:42 | yn
that was not ten mins???
im half naked dude
23:43 | ami
good. maybe you'll get laid for once
23:43 | yn
haha.
23:45 | ami
im setting a timer
ur coming! ilysm but we're not wasting our twentys
plusss
jakes already there
23:46 | yn
idgaf...
ill be down in a minute
you refuse to admit that you had started getting ready the moment ami had mentioned going to jays. curiosity getting the better of you in that moment. because, even though you hated it, you knew that jay and jake were friends. and if there was a party happening at his house, the chances of jake being there were basically at one hundred percent. and running into him at a party seemed much safer than whatever date he was trying to rope you into yesterday. at least tonight you could act like you weren't melting for him. you didn't even have to talk to him, honestly.
it wasn't like you were going for him, ami invited you. otherwise you would've been in bed, half watching bob's burgers while you scrolled through tiktok. and while the idea of running into jake did cross your mind, it wasn't like you actually cared if you talked to him or not. yet, you couldn't move from your spot in front of the mirror, taking in every aspect of your outfit.
the mesh top clings to your frame, the hem angled slightly and your black lace bra shows clearly underneath the fabric. it's one of your favorites, padded and fitted just enough to outline the shape of your chest leaving nothing to the imagination. silver chains adorn your waist, hanging just below your belly button. the leather skirt sits snug at your hips, pleats flaring just enough that you're certain they'll flutter with each step you take. it's intentionally short and you've conveniently neglected adding shorts underneath.
you're just barely kissing perfection, but you can't seem to put your finger on what's missing... or why it even matters so much to you. you stand there for two more minutes, staring, before the long beep from ami's car snaps you out of your thoughts. and you can't hear her, but you're sure she's screaming for you to hurry up. so you do. deciding that it's not that deep and pulling a pair of knee-high boots over your legs. you looked good. and if jake didn't think so, then that was his problem.
the party is already in full swing when the two of you arrive. music spilling out of the house and you hear it before you're even exiting the car. the bass of some kendrick lamar song hums through the pavement beneath your feet. inside, the air is warm and crowded, bodies packed into every available space, scattered around the couch, littering the stairs. voices raise over the music, creating a subtle murmur that mixes with the beat. the air smells faintly like puke, masked with the unmistakable stench of weed.
“omg, there's kai.” ami is gasping, hand tugging at your arm. “fuck, he's so hot.” she's sighing, fingers running hurriedly through her hair. “quick. how do i look?” she asks, hands set at her sides like a barbie doll as she awaits your approval. you're smiling. “like you're about to ditch me,” you say and she's nodding, grinning shamelessly up at you. she's reaching toward you, setting a hand on your shoulder as she gives you a soft smile. “you know i have to.” she says and you're rolling your eyes. “now,” she's back with her hands at her sides, waiting. she looks cute, as she always does. hair pulled back into a slick ponytail, a red corset top that made her boobs look insane and her waist even more so, tiny red shorts that you were positive barely covered her ass and a look of mock innocence on her face. “you look cute. kinda slutty, but cute.” she's grinning, tugging on your arm enough to pull you toward her. “perfect!” she squeals, planting a soft kiss to your cheek before she's bouncing in his direction, calling a loud: “love you so much, have fun!” over her shoulder.
you won't have fun, actually. instead, you settle off to the side, leaning near the edge of the kitchen entryway where you can see everything, without being in the middle of it all. and you're watching everybody. taking in how people dance, talk, interact – you were not at all looking for anyone in particular. so it's purely a coincidence when your eyes are finding jake standing on the other side of the room. he's surrounded by his friends, you recognize them as the guys that are always around him – but never cared to learn their names. why would you?
he looks cute. his outfit looks thrown together at first glance, like every layer was chosen to hit a certain kind of effortless. baggy black distressed jeans, sitting low on his hips, but it doesn't look sloppy. a random graphic tee covered by a dark, way too big hoodie. the soft curls of his hair peak out from underneath the beanie he's wearing and you faintly remember the way the strands felt between your fingers. he's laughing. about something that you're sure isn't all that funny, knocking into the guy standing beside him as he tries to steady himself.
you're not sure how long you stand there, eyes shifting around the room but always seeming to find a way back to him. he doesn't look your way or at least he's good at hiding it. you doubt it. had expected him to get over whatever was going on between the two of you after standing him up. so it only made sense that he wouldn't be looking for you at a party he didn't even know you were at.
ami is bouncing back over, two drinks in hand and a dazed look in her eye. “i'm back because i missed you,” she grins, extending her arm to hand one of the drinks over to you. which you take without hesitation, your vape had died exactly seven minutes ago and you were certain you'd die any minute. completely forgetting going to get yourself a drink was always an option. “how's kai?” you ask, lifting the cup to your lips – the familiar citrus taste hitting your tongue.
“hot. a little dumb. but still hot,” she laughs. “has jake come to say hi yet?” she's pointing over to where he stands and you follow her finger as if you hadn't had that spot pinned for the better half of the night. “no? why would he?” you say, brow furrowed as if she had just asked you the question backward.
she's laughing, weight shifting from one hip to the other. “why would he? he's been staring at you all night. can you not feel that?” it's pure instinct, the way your eyes snap up to where he's standing. and he's looking away a half a second too late, playing it off like he hadn't been staring you down, seamlessly rejoining the conversation happening around him. over it my ass, you think. eyes rolling at the narrative you had thrust upon him without much thought. “i guess not...” you're answering with a shrug, sipping at your drink.
now that you're aware, you can feel his gaze on you. jake watches the way your lips curl at whatever ami is saying to you, bringing your vape to your lips and pouting at the fact that nothing comes out. it had been dead for like ten minutes, yet he watched you bring it to your lips at least nine times out of habit. pouting the same each and every time. you laugh at something ami says, tilting your head back slightly as the pretty sound leaves your soft lips. he could barely remember how they feel.
jake had spotted you the moment you walked in. had hoped he'd run into you here and almost lost hope as midnight crept near. but thank god for ami. he can tell she dragged you along from the look on your face as she pulled you into the house. and every few minutes after arriving, he was convincing and unconvincing himself to go over and say something. because he didn't even know what he could say at this point.
you had stood him up. kinda. it's not like you agreed to show up and didn't. you just said nothing and did nothing. and he didn't know why that annoyed him more than anything else. he hated that he waited for you. hated that he was waiting for you when you started your stream, flirting with losers like him like it was no big deal. and he hated that he still wanted you. the details didn't matter much to him, he wanted you and jake was never good at being logical when it came to wanting.
but his brain consistently failed to come up with something to say to you that wouldn't get him ghosted, this time in person. everything sounded dumb and pathetic, matching the way that he felt thinking so hard about this. so he opted for watching you. discreetly of course. he was engaged with what his friends were saying, but every so often his eyes would drift over to you. catching the way you'd easily wave off the guys that stumbled in front of you, the lazy way you scrolled through your phone, and the cute way your eyes would search the room. probably looking for ami.
and he's glad he didn't miss the way you smile when she's finally walking over. jake watches the way you move, eyes trailing down without really meaning to. the skirt rides higher as you shift, explaining something with your body it seems. cute. “you're staring,” heeseung says quietly beside him, warning him like he had been doing throughout the entire night. “i'm surprised you haven't burned holes into her yet,” sunghoon is snorting.
jake doesn't answer. across the room, you're glancing up – as if you had heard them. and just for a second, your eyes almost meet. it's stupid, the way jake feels panic rushing through his chest as he forces his gaze elsewhere. jay is letting out a quiet laugh. “she's playing with you, dude.” he says with a shake of his head.
riki leans forward against the counter, head shaking from side to side. “doubt it. she hasn't even looked at him once.” he says, but it's clear the he hadn't been paying attention. “she has,” heeseung defends quickly and jake feels pride blooming in his chest. because he had noticed it too and he was happy to know that he hadn't been the only one. happy he didn’t make it somehow. every few seconds, your gaze would flicker across the room; subtle enough that anyone else might miss it. but he catches it every single time.
“okay.” he's prompting. gulping down the last few sips of his drink as if he'd find the confidence he'd been searching for at the bottom of that glass. it wasn't at the bottom of the last two, but three had always been his lucky number anyway. he's setting his drink down without looking away from you, hands lifting to adjust the hat on his head. and sunghoon is sighing, “jesus, finally.”
jake ignores him, huffing out a breath before he starts walking. he hates the way his heart pounds harder with each step he takes toward you, but he's in too deep to turn back now. the crowd parts slowly as he moves through it, shoulders brushing drunk bodies as he crossed the room. his hands slide casually into the pockets of his worn jeans, trying to appear calmer than he feels inside.
your back is to him now and that gives him just enough time to prepare before he's standing directly behind you. he's close enough that he can smell the faint sweetness of your perform, mixed with the bubble gum scent of your vape. its the same flavor from last time and he hates that he knows exactly how it tastes on your tongue.
ami spots him first, eyes going wide for half a second before they're settling into something more sly. a big smile spreading across her lips as she taps her manicured fingers against your shoulder. you're turning, expecting ami to be directing your attention to kai somewhere in the crowd, instead you're being met with the mock confidence on jake's face. his eyes are on you only for a second, teeth tugging on his lower lip as his eyes trail over the curves of your body.
and then his gaze is shifting over to ami, expression morphing slightly when his eyes meet hers. “hi, ami.” he says almost expectantly and that's all it takes for her to get the hint. ami blinks once, looking between the boy and you as if she could literally see the tension building. “oh,” she says lightly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to your cheek – the same way she always does when she's about to betray you. “i'm gonna go grab another drink,” she says, shooting jake a not at all subtle wink before disappearing.
he takes his time with looking at you, eyes dragging over every detail of your body as if he hadn't already had it memorized. and you watch him the entire time, expression steady even though you can feel the way his gaze lingers. can probably guess what he's thinking right now. you're pretty up close, as always. he's able to take in details that he had missed from across the room. the shine of your lip gloss, the pretty lace design of the bra around your tits, the sparkle of the silver chains dangling from your waist. when his eyes finally come back to yours, there's a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
“you look good.” he says easily. like he expected to say it the second he had walked over. and he knows you expected it too. your head nods in agreement, lifting you cup slowly to take a sip. your eyes stay trained on him over the rim.
jake presses on when he realizes that's the closest to a response he was going to get. “you stood me up.” he blurts, moving to stand beside you against the wall. he's close enough that your shoulders almost brush when someone tries to squeeze by him. and being this close is disorienting for you. he smells good, expensive. and he's staring at you with those pretty dark eyes that you've been trying so hard not to picture when you cum.
he doesn't sound angry. it's more like he's stating a fact, head tilting to the side as he looks over at you. and you mirror the movement, a smirk playing on your lips. “aw. did you wait for me?” you tease and jake has to ignore the feeling of embarrassment that washes over him. the corner of his mouth lifts slightly, shrugging. “were you hoping that i would?” he counters.
you're letting out a giggle of disbelief, words hot on your tongue – but stilling when you feel him move. he's swift, rolling his body so he's now standing in front of you. close enough that he's able to press his hand against the wall behind your head. you're barely able to react before he's standing too close, pretty eyes boring into yours. and you're becoming all too aware of the closeness. knowing if you moved forward even slightly, your bodies would touch. you decide to stay put.
jake closes the space for you. hand settling on your hip as his chest presses against yours. he doesn't miss how well your body fits with his, like you were made to be slotted against his chest. and you're playing the same game you always are. acting detached, pretending to be untouchable, as if he didn't have any effect on you. he's been thinking about this version of you all week, becoming obsessed with the idea of watching that facade slip. all because of him.
“you really going to act like you didn't notice me all night?” he asks quietly, voice hushed enough you wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't standing so close. you're letting out a small breath of amusement, brow lifting as you tilt your head slightly. “why would i notice you?” you bite back and he's grinning, eyes flickering briefly down to your mouth before they're slowly returning back up to your gaze. “you tell me. i caught you staring. making sure no one else talks to me?” he guesses.
and you're snorting. “that's a very confident assumption.”
he shrugs one shoulder, fingers tapping against the waistband of your skirt. “not really,” he says, teeth nibbling at his lower lip. his eyes make their way over your body once more, thumb tapping against your skin and you hate how the subtle touch has heat rushing between your legs. “you're dressed like that. knowing people would stare... can't lie and say i wasn't a little jealous seeing all those guys try to talk to you,” he admits, figuring the confession would land well with you.
judging by the exaggerated roll of your eyes and the way you shift your weight, tongue poking against your cheek. it had. “and now you're here... do you think you're different than any of them?” you challenge and jake's grinning. because he knew that he was different than all of the guys that came to talk to you tonight. different from the losers in your inbox too. because he was positive that he was the only one that had this effect on you. the only one that could chip away at your stoic exterior. you would’ve pushed him away already if that wasn’t the case. he’s seen you do it.
“i am,” he says, stepping forward to close the rest of the space between you. his hips are angled and you can feel the stiffness of his length against your hip. you're letting out a gasp, eyes going wide as you reach between you to grip at the fabric of his shirt. “jake!” your voice is not as stern as you intended it to be, clouded by the arousal that rushes through your veins. still, jake inches back just slightly.
you can't take the way he's looking at you, like he was between worshiping you and teaching you a lesson. but still was entirely obsessed. his eyes are on your mouth, hand firm on your hip as his thumb draws lazy hearts against your hip. and you hate how that alone is enough to have you blushing, gaze lowering to keep him from seeing. jake's head tilts, hand dropping from the wall to reach for your chin – easily lifting your head so you're forced to look in his eyes. “hm? what happened? you were so confident last time,”
“that was different,” you're mumbling. last time you didn't care who he was or whether or not you'd ever see him again. and it was supposed to stay that way. but for some god awful reason he kept on popping up, in your mind, in your dreams, at parties you knew he was going to be at... he was everywhere. and it was starting to become difficult to continue to act like he had no effect on you.
especially with him standing this close. and you knowing how hard he was beneath the fabric of his jeans. “was it?” he asks with a soft grin. “i came up to you last time too...” he reminds, mouth curving as the memory flashes behind his eyes. the details come back to him easily, he's been replaying them ever since you had first left him in that room. how you climbed him without hesitation, how pretty you looked bouncing on his cock, the soft moans that you didn't bother to mask. the way you used him, greedily, jumping off when you were satisfied and leaving without a word. and the memory should make him want you less, but it does the exact opposite.
his cock is jumping at the idea of being with you like that again and he's inching forward slightly, brushing his length against you again – much gentler than before. your eyes still flutter, breath catching for a second and he's smirking at the sounds he's able to pull out of you. his hips twitch up toward yours, closing the distance you keep trying to wedge between with how adamant you were in acting like you didn't want him. the way you look up at him through your lashes gave you away a long time ago.
“you were so desperate and needy for me. didn't even let me fuck you properly,” he continues and you can't help the way your eyes roll. “is that how you remember it?” he likes the fact that you're trying so hard to appear unbothered, as if you haven't been pressing your thighs together since he first cornered you. he's letting out a low laugh, thumb brushing along your jawline.
he's lowering his head until his nose brushes against yours. “you're funny,” he says through a chuckle, teeth tugging on his lower lip. 'you're funny...” he repeats the words a bit more hushed this time, as if he's logging the information. his thumb has traveled from your jaw to your lower lip, dragging it down slowly as he inches his face closer to yours. and you swear he's going to kiss you, the way his eyes flicker down to you lips is telling enough. but he holds the space between you, seemingly taking the moment in. and you watch him as he does.
jake is deliberate in his actions, grip tightening on your hip and tugging your body tighter against his. he's so close, effectively crowding your space with this smug look in his eye like he knows he has you right where he wants you. your back pressed to the wall, wanting eyes staring up at him and your breath just a little too uneven to sell the act you've been clinging to all night. and he likes the idea of keeping you suspended like this, stuck in anticipation of what you both know is coming. what you both were so desperately craving.
he doesn't rush the way his eyes move over your face, much slower than before, his gaze feeling heavier somehow. like he's doing more than just looking, he's remembering. storing every twitch of your features in his memory to refer back to when this moment with you ended. the shine of your lip gloss catches the dim light and his gaze sticks there for a second too long, thumb still holding your bottom lip where he had dragged it down, like he's testing how much control he really has.
you hate that you let him. proving that he was way more in control than you could ever be. it's obvious in the way you stay still for him, fists clutched loosely around the fabric of his shirt. your heart is pounding and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. and you hate the involuntarily way your lips pucker as he leans in closer. only to frown when he's pulling back again. something in his chest tightens at that, sharp and possessive, because it feels like a shift. like you're handing him something you've been guarding all night.
and there was no way he was going to fumble it now. his thumb slides away from your lip, slow, almost reluctant, but it doesn't go too far – settling to grasp your jaw instead. his fingers press just enough to tilt your head the way he wants it, pride blooming when you let him. a soft smile spreads across his features, tongue rolling over his lower lip slowly and you watch the movement – your lips parting when his teeth tug on his.
he doesn't waste another moment, leaning forward and finally closing the space he's been stretching out on purpose. his nose brushes against yours again, but this time he doesn't stop or pull away. his grip on your jaw tightens just slightly, enough to anchor you in place and just before his mouth brushes yours, he pauses. not out of hesitation, it's another display of control that has your eyes rolling.
he's letting you feel how close he is, letting the tension build between your bodies and you feel the throb throughout your entire body. and before you can muster up a complaint, he's closing the rest of the space between your mouths to kiss you. the second his lips touch yours, all that control snaps. his mouth moves over yours at a rushed, needy pace. nothing like the slow, measured way he had been looking at you just moments ago.
the force of the kiss knocks your head back against the wall with a soft thud that you barely register over the way his hand tightens at your jaw, keeping you exactly where he wants you. there's no testing it out, no easing into it, he kisses you like he's sure. about you, about what he wants from you, now and weeks down the line. and you meet him just as fast, fingers knitting into his hair as you press your body against his.
your lips part for him on instinct, like your body's been waiting for him to stop playing around and just do it. even if you were the one standing in the way of the two of you this entire time. his tongue slips past your lips, rolling over yours slowly and pulling a breathy moan from your throat. that's what sets him off, feeling the way you're not resisting against him. you're giving everything right back.
his hand drops from your jaw to your waist, gripping you tighter this time, pulling you flush against him so there's not a sliver of space left. not even the thinnest piece of paper could be wedged in between and he doesn't hesitate to angle his hips toward, you, cock pressing against your body firmly. “fuck,” he groans, the word mixing with the soft sight you let out, as the kiss grows rougher now, hungrier. sloppy in the way that comes from trying and failing to hold back, to ignore the tension growing between you.
like neither of you care about keeping up with the facade. you're sure you don't. not anymore. your breath stutters into his, hushed and uneven and he swallows it down like he wants it, like he's been thinking about that sound all night. for weeks. he has.
his grip on your waist slides lower, catching your thighs inching up slowly until his hands were sneaking underneath the hem of your skirt. your body jolts at the feeling of his fingers flexing against your skin, the lace of your panties deemed uselessly against his insistent groping. not like you were complaining in the slightest bit. it was all becoming too much, a fog settling in your mind as his hands moved your body against his – forcing you to feel just how badly he wanted you. heat pooling between your legs.
jake pulls away when he's out of breath, the pulse picking up behind his ears and a soft pink flush warming his cheeks. he doesn't go far, though, chest rising hard against yours. his forehead presses against yours, your lips still brushing against each others as he speaks. “lets go upstairs,” he breathes, words coated in soft laughter, eyes finding yours before flickering down to your mouth again – the smile on his lips growing, matching the one that you're wearing.
“finally,” you grin.
you barely have the chance to take in jay's room before jake is lowering you onto the bed. his movements are eager, kisses hurried as he walks you into the room. his hands roaming over all the parts of your body he can reach. the hem of your skirt flares around your thighs, the black leather a pretty contrast against jay's plush blue sheets. “you're a fucking dream,” he says, before lowering himself between your legs. his arms hook around your thighs, easily lifting them over his shoulders and the grin that spreads across his features has your pussy pulsing.
“you're gonna eat me out?” you ask senselessly, earning a look from him that says nothing other than 'duh'. his hands sneak underneath the hem of your skirt, latching onto the waistband of your thong and easily sliding them out of the way. “i need to taste you,” his cool breath brushes against your folds, sending a shiver down your spine. and subconsciously, you're inching toward the edge of the bed. “please,” you sigh and the word sounds so foreign coming from you.
jake is letting out a low chuckle, anxiety tightening in his chest despite the way you're basically surrendering to him. because, fuck, he never thought he'd ever see you like this. pliant and needy, hips grinding against nothing – desperate for any type of friction. he's barely touched you. and he was eager to show you just how good he could make you feel, prove to you that he was worth it. even if you refused to admit it out loud, the way you were moving had him sure he could convince you.
his eyes drop to take in the sight of your bare pussy in front of him, lips glistening in the low light of the room – sticky with your arousal. and he feels the way his cock pulses between his legs. this was so much different than seeing you on the screen, being able to touch you and hear you moan, knowing for sure that he was the cause of it. he was the only reason for the slick dripping from your ass – dirtying the sheets beneath you. not the thousands of losers that tuned into your live streams, but him. only him.
and that's all the confidence he could need. his hand reaches forward, fingers spreading your folds and he's groaning at the way your pussy clenches around nothing. you're already begging for him. and it's evident with the soft whine you're letting out, “jake...” it's the prettiest thing he's ever heard, his name on your lips. and your hips lift toward him impatiently. “i know, baby.” slowly his thumb drags over your clit and before you can react, his head is between your legs. thick lips finding your folds, sucking gently as he holds your body against him with the grip he has on your thighs.
his tongue flattens between your lips, lapping up all the stickiness that coats your skin before his mouth latches around your clit. he sucks. hard. fingers pressing into the skin of your thighs as his tongue rolls against the button, waking up every single nerve ending in your body. “holy fuck,” you're gasping, a fist clutching the sheets beside you while the other finds his hair, forcing his face tighter between your legs.
he looks so cute, you're able to register that much through your hooded eyes. cheeks squished by your thighs and nose pressed snug against your mound. there's a soft dusting of pink on his cheeks that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears. his tongue pushes forward, head lowering until he's able to probe at your aching hole – the hem of your skirt covering his head completely.
every thrust of his tongue coaxes an embarrassing whine from you, but you've given up on trying to mask them. you feel every grunt, every groan as his mouth works you. tongue and lips moving like you were his very last meal. each roll of his tongue is more stubborn than the last, the sound of his sloppy slurps filling the room. the base of some nameless rap song being the only reminder of the party downstairs, but neither of you care to keep the volume down. “so good,” jake's groaning, pulling back just slightly to catch his breath.
his cheeks and chin are wet with your juices, a drunk look in his eyes and his cheeks much pinker now. you catch the way his arm moves, eyes following the movement only to see the way he's palming himself through his jeans. fist tugging and squeezing at his length through the fabric. “you're such a mess,” you say through a giggle, but the smirk that he pins you with has you immediately regretting your words.
without a word, he's pushing two fingers into your pussy – pulling a loud yelp from your lips. your body is dropping down against the mattress, legs spreading wider and he's grinning up at you. “hm, what was that?” he teases, fingers pumping against your walls in a steady pace – enjoying the way you stretch around him. “j-j..” your hips lift to meet each one of his thrusts and he's leaning down to suck your clit back into his mouth.
your head was spinning, unable to wrap your head around he could be both blushing and tongue fucking you into oblivion. the tip of his tongue presses into your clit, rolling around in small circles and your fingers tighten in his hair, “fuck, jake.” he's mumbling something into your pussy that you can't quite make out, but the vibrations of his voice feel just as good. your hips roll, grinding against his mouth and he's pulling your body closer to him. his fingers curl deep inside of you, brushing against the rough patch deep inside of you. and your body jolts, instinctively shying away from his fingers.
“aht, aht... stay put.” he's dragging you back down the bed roughly, easily lifting your legs over his shoulders once again. his tongue replaces his fingers, pushing deep inside of you as his thumb finds your clit. he's rubbing in quick deliberate circles, forcing a desperate cry from your lungs. “i'm so close, fuck-” you're whining, back arching off of the bed as a string of curses fall from your lips. jake's grinning against your folds, tongue dragging you straight to the edge. and just as you feel the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. you're so close you can taste it and then he's ripping it away before the warmth can fully spread throughout your body.
the grin on his lips annoys you and turns you on at the same time. “turn around. quick.” he's leaning back until he's able to stand up straight, dark eyes watching as your body shifts on the bed, elbows pressing into the mattress and cheeks finding the cool cheeks. jake takes two seconds to admire the way you look from this angle, pussy dripping down your thighs. his hands fumble with the buttons on his jeans, fishing out his aching cock and his body shudders when the cool air hits his skin.
a hand settles on your hip, the other guiding his his hard dick to your entrance. the tip teasing against you and you feel the way your walls flutter in anticipation. he watches the way your body seems to welcome him, his pre-cum mixing with your own arousal and he can't deny how hard the sight makes him. you're whining, hips pushing back to meet his, trying to steal away more than what he's willing to give you. and that's even hotter than how you looked with his tongue against your clit.
“please, jake-” you beg, because you feel like you have to. and jake loves the way you sound. enough that he's granting you more of him, grip tightening on your waist as he pulls your body down toward him. his bulbous head dips into your entrance, forcing a whine from both of your lips. he's not slow or careful in the slightest bit, thrusting forward until his body is flush against yours and there's a fullness settling between your legs. you're hissing as he pulls back, the sound morphing into a gasp when he's pushing forward.
he tried to take it slow. allow you to feel every inch of his dick as he fucked you. he was trying. each time he played this exact scenario in his mind, he was composed, intentional. but that was easier said than done with you laid out in front of him. his eyes drag along soft line of your back, taking in the way it curves into the shape of your ass. messy curls cover your face, arms stretched past your head to grip at the sheets. how could he keep his cool when you looked like this for him?
your body reacts to the rough drag of his cock, hips pushing back to meet each movement. the ripple of your ass meeting his skin was almost hypnotic and his hand is lifting before he can talk himself out of it, slapping your ass hard – the sound filling the room followed by the unmistakable moan from you. you're being so loud, back arching and that's enough to egg him on, hand cracking down on the other side. “fuck, look at you.” he grunts, pace shifting entirely now. he's rougher, quickly, his snapping against yours so hard it's almost bruising.
“you take my cock so good, baby. so fucking wet for me,” your pussy clings to him, resisting each time he pulls back and sucking him in each time he's thrusting forward. he could feel your body tensing beneath him, the rolls of your hips becoming sloppy and untimed and whines more desperate than before. “jake, i need...” your voice trails off as he buries himself deep inside of you, watching as you push your ass back against him. your walls clutch tight around his dick and he's cursing.
“what do you need, baby?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer to his question. he can feel it in the way you're gripping him. “f-fu..ck. need to cum,” jake doesn't miss the way your hand slips between your legs, fingers toying frantically with your clit and he's grinning. his hips snap forward with enough force to press your body into the mattress and he's pounding into you much quicker than before. you're withering beneath, taking everything that he's giving you with only strangled moans as a response.
his hand is tangled in your hair, holding your head down on the matches while his hips are angled in a way that his cock can reach much deeper. hitting against your gspot with each rough thrust. “fuck, you're squeezing me so tight... you gonna cum for me, hm?” your head bobs in a nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as he fucks into you like his life depends on it. the familiar sound of skin slapping filling the room as your fingers move over your clit. his fingers tighten in your hair, tugging your head back just slightly so your ear is just inches from his lips. “hm?” he prompts, head tilting to the side. “speak up, baby..”
“jake!” it's all you can muster and the desperation in your tone has him chuckling. “come on, baby. tell me...” his voice is strained but there's still dominance hidden within it. dominance that you had never expected to hear from him. “you done pretending this isn't the best dick you've had?” he punctuates his words with a particularly rough thrust that wipes away every last bit of your resolve. you're whimpering, each moan sounding more like cries the closer to the edge you get.
his name falls from your lips, barely audible through your pleas. body buzzing as he rides you through your orgasm. “fuck, jake!” you're crying out. body squirming to get away from him and get closer at the same time, a numbing tingle cruising through your veins – blotches of white clouding your vision. you're walls squeeze tight around him, tugging him over the edge. “i'm gonna... fuck-” he's gasping, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your ass as he pushes himself deeper. breath ragged as he slowly pulls back.
“inside, inside... cum inside.” you sound almost panicked when you feel him pulling out and it's enough to force him to break. his hips snap forward, pushing himself deep inside of you just as his climax washes over him. “yn, baby.” he groans as his cock empties inside of you, coating your walls in thick spurts of his cum. and the way you hum at the warmth, hips rolling back against his – has his eyes fluttering. you don't stop moving until you've sucked every last drop from the tip his cock, body falling limp against the mattress.
jake takes his time with pulling out, groaning at the feeling of his cum and yours spilling from your pussy and dirtying the jay's sheets. he'll deal with the ass whopping later. he's dropping to his knees without an ounce of hesitation, arms looping around your thighs once more to tug your body toward him. your body moves without much resistance and he's quick with latching his mouth onto your pussy – licking up every last drop that spills from you. pulling a string of breathless moans from you that has his cock hardening all over again.
jake was a munch. there was no other way to describe him. he ate you out until you were cumming again, this time on his tongue. and then two more times after that. pouting when you were gasping that you had enough and it was concerning how much that turned you on. right now, he's standing in front of the mirror in jay's bathroom – combing his fingers through his hair as he stares at his reflection.
his jeans hang low on his hips, cock still half hard and pressed against the fabric. he's ditched his sweater and its thrown carelessly across the bed. and you're reaching for it without a second thought, shrugging it onto your shoulders. you're standing in the middle of the room, adjusting your skirt around your hips and staring at your reflection in the mirror. his hoodie swallows your frame, falling well below the hem of your skirt. his eyes shift to find yours, lips stretching into a satisfied grin as his eyes drag over the length of your body. you look good in his hoodie and he can't help the possessive feeling that blooms in his chest.
“that looks good on you,” he's jutting his chin out toward you, gesturing to the hoodie that envelops you. and you're grinning, reaching for the zipper and tugging it up toward your neck. “thanks, i'm keeping it,” he nods, disputing it not even crossing his mind. his hands find your waist, easily pulling your body against his and the way your arms wrap around his neck feels a bit too natural.
you're pushing the thought away as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. the kiss lasting only a few seconds, not nearly as intense or hungry as the other ones shared between the two of you tonight. you pull away first, lips curling slightly when you catch the way he chases your lips. it's takes him a full second to realize that you're no longer kissing him, dark eyes lifting to find yours.
his brows furrow in confusion and you're meeting his expression with a soft smile. “give me your phone,” your hand lifts between the two of you and he's reaching into his front pocket, fumbling to pull the device out and hand it to you. he looks nervous in the way you recognize, the confident facade he had been feigning slipping for a split second as he watches you click through his phone.
you type your number swiftly into his phone, taking your time with choosing the emojis that you set next to your name. and jake can't fight the smile that spreads across his features at the sight. no more having to spend $50 just to tell you how cute he thought you were. you're handing his phone back with this mock look of boredom that's he's choosing to ignore. because this is the farthest that he's ever gotten with you. he doesn't even care when you're wiggling out of his grip, calling a halfhearted goodbye over your shoulder as you make your way out of the room. his hoodie heavy over your shoulders.
it doesn't bother him at all that you don't look back as you're walking away, he's too busy counting the numbers on the screen just below your name. his mind reeling with all the new possibilities that you just presented to him with just these ten digits.
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SYNOPSIS. ⋮ in which you have the best sex of your life OR- in which you get fucked over by the fuckboy
⋮. 심재윤. ⋮ 2.1k ⋮. ⋆ fuckboy jake ⋆ strong language, alcohol consumption, sexual references, suggestive content, mentions of prior sexual encounter, brief sexual gesture, jake sim being a menace to society
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Two weeks.
Fourteen days.
Three hundred and thirty six hours — not that you were counting, because you absolutely were not counting — and yet somehow, somehow, Jake Sim still lived rent free in your head like he owned the place and hadn’t even bothered to furnish it.
It was annoying. He was annoying. The whole thing was annoying.
You’d had hookups before. You knew the deal. You weren’t naive enough to think a guy you met at a frat party at eleven pm was going to be sending you good morning texts. That wasn’t the issue.
The issue was the way he’d said it.
This isn’t a slumber party, sweetheart.
And then the dimples. God, the dimples — like he was proud of himself. Like you were supposed to be grateful.
You’d replayed it probably forty seven times more than any self respecting person should, lying in your bed staring at the ceiling while Sunoo snored peacefully across the dorm. Each time you got to the part where he said already did your jaw tightened on reflex.
Asshole.
You’d decided not to think about it anymore and had proceeded to do so approximately eleven times.
So when Sunoo padded out of the bathroom on a Friday night and announced that Jungwon was having people round and you were going, you almost said yes just to have something else to do with your brain.
Almost.
“I don’t know those people,” you said flatly, not looking up from your laptop.
“You know me,” Sunoo said, like that settled it, already pulling your jacket off the hook by the door and holding it out.
You looked at him. At the essay on your laptop that’s been waiting since approximately 2pm. At your jacket already in Sunoo's hand.
“Fine,” you muttered. “But I’m not staying past midnight.”
—
Jungwon’s apartment was warm and smelled like garlic bread, which immediately made you feel more charitable toward the whole situation. He answered the door with a bright smile and he genuinely looked like he wanted everyone in his home to have a good time, which was disarming enough that you softened slightly before you’d even stepped inside.
His roommate Jay was sprawled across the couch — tall, dark haired, quite good looking in the way that seemed effortless — one arm around a pretty girl, he introduced her as Millie and she immediately pulled you into conversation like she’d known you for years.
Her friend Gretta was curled in the armchair in the corner with a wine glass, she was sharp eyed and funny, and within ten minutes you’d decided you liked both of them.
Sunoo had already made himself at home, feet tucked under him on the floor, accepting a slice of pizza from Jungwon like he lived there.
It was nice. Easy. You felt the tension you’d been carrying around in your shoulders for two weeks start to loosen.
Then the front door opened.
A man walked in — he was tall with dark hair and was well… very attractive — first, unwinding his scarf, laughing at something over his shoulder.
And behind him walked Jake.
Jake Sim
The air left your lungs in one quiet, controlled exhale that you were extremely proud of.
He looked annoyingly good. Of course he did. Dark hair slightly damp at the edges, fitted grey hoodie, that same easy posture that took up space without even trying. And there — down the left side of his neck, visible even from across the room — a constellation of marks. Dark. Deliberate. Not even slightly concealed.
Your eye twitched (you were NOT going to examine why).
Sunoo, bless him and curse him simultaneously, grabbed your arm and pulled you over for introductions before you could develop an exit strategy.
“Heeseung, Jake, this is my roommate,” Sunoo said cheerfully, gesturing between you and the two boys.
Heeseung smiled at your and gave a “hey” before migrating toward the pizza in the living room.
But Jake… his eyes landed on you.
Something flickered across his face — fast, almost imperceptible — before his mouth curved into an easy smile. The same one from two weeks ago. Of course it was the same one.
“Hey,” he said, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
You shook it. Firm. Brief. Professional, even. “Yeah,” you said. “You too.”
His hand was warm. You remembered how they felt on you, how his warmth engulfed you in sheets —
Stop it.
—
The night settled into a comfortable rhythm for you even if the group of people you’d only met a few hours ago — pizza boxes were open on the coffee table, someone had put a playlist on low, and conversation moved easily around the group.
Jungwon was a good host. Heeseung was funnier than you expected. Millie kept refilling your glass before it was empty, which you appreciated deeply.
All while Jake sat across the room.
He laughed easily, leaned back in his chair with that unbothered energy, talked to Jay about something football related for a while. Casually friendly, relaxed.
Like he was at ease with everything in the universe including apparently the concept of you existing in the same room as him.
Normal like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t looked you dead in the eyes and said already did with a fucking spiteful smile on his face.
You kept your eyes off him with great discipline (you were almost proud of yourself) and talked to Gretta about her film studies course and laughed at Sunoo’s increasingly funny story about the campus library printer destroying his dissertation draft, and you were fine.
You were genuinely fine.
Eventually you excused yourself to the bathroom down the hall. The hall was littered with shelves filled with books — good books too, Jungwon had good taste.
The hallway was quieter, muffled laughter drifting from the living room as you pulled the bathroom door open and stepped in.
You ran cold water over your hands. Stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment.
Fine, you told your reflection. You are completely fine. It was two weeks ago and you do not care.
Your reflection looked deeply unconvinced. You dried your hands, pulled the door open—
Jake was right there.
You stopped.
He stopped.
For one second neither of you said anything.
Then he stepped forward — not aggressive, just deliberate — and you stepped back on instinct, and suddenly you were back in the bathroom and his hand was flat against the door, and it clicked shut behind him.
“What the—” your voice came out low, sharp, “—what the fuck, Jake—”
“I just want to talk,” he said, which would have sounded more convincing if he wasn’t smirking slightly when he said it.
“Bathroom’s free,” you told him. “You can have it.”
“Two minutes.”
You stared at him. Then deciding to hear him out: “Talk then.”
He exhaled, scrubbing a hand through his hair, and for a moment he almost looked like he was genuinely trying to find words. “Look — the other night. I wasn’t—” He paused. Tried again. “I could’ve handled it better. The way I said it.”
You blinked. “That’s your apology?”
“I’m not great at them.”
“Clearly.”
“You’ve never had a one night stand before?” he said then, out of the blue with that stupid smirk on his stupid face.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“That’s what it was.” A shrug, loose, unbothered. “One night stand. That’s how they work. You don’t stay, you don’t—” he gestured vaguely, “—make it into something it wasn’t.”
The audacity rendered you momentarily speechless.
“I know how a one night stand works,” you said, very carefully.
“Then why are you acting like it meant something?”
“Because you were a dick about it.” You stepped forward, something bright and furious igniting in your chest, embarrassment flooded you and his stupid smug face packed behind every word he said wasn’t helping your anger. “There’s a difference between leaving and humiliating someone on their way out. Do you get that? Or is that concept genuinely too complicated—”
“You’re being dramatic—”
“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Cleanly. Clearly. With everything behind it.
Something shifted in his expression. Not quite what you expected. He stepped closer, head tilting slightly, voice dropping. “Say that again.”
“Asshole,” you said clearly again though with a bit more anger behind it.
His tongue pressed to his cheek. He reached down — casual, brazen, utterly shameless — fingers curling against the obvious strain in the front of his jeans, eyes on yours the entire time.
Your face went hot.
He saw it, of course he saw it, and the corner of his mouth curved in a way that made you want to actually combust — you shoved his shoulder hard enough that he moved. “You’re disgusting,” you informed him.
His grin was infuriating. “You’re blushing.”
“Fuck you, Jake.”
“You already did, baby.” His eyes didn’t move from yours.
You held up your middle finger directly in his face, pulled the door open and walked back down the hall without looking back, jaw set, heart doing something entirely unreasonable in your chest that you were choosing not to examine.
You dropped back onto the couch next to Millie, picked up your drink, smiled when everyone else smiled. Completely normal. Completely fine.
Jake reappeared a minute later. Dropped back into his spot but his eyes found yours across the room.
—
You made it to midnight. Barely.
Sunoo read your face the moment you grabbed your jacket at 11:34 and stood to say your goodbyes without a word, he was on his feet in seconds, hugging Jungwon, kissing Millie on the cheek, and falling into step beside you as the two of you headed out into the cool night air.
You walked in silence for almost a full minute.
“Okay,” Sunoo said carefully. “What happened.”
“Nothing.”
You walked another half block before you finally cracked. “You know that Jake guy that was there tonight?” you said.
Sunoo turned his head slowly toward you. “…Yeah?”
“I hooked up with him,” you said. “At that party two weeks ago. The one you dragged me to.”
Dead silence.
“Sunoo.”
“I’m processing,” he said. Then — “Oh my god.”
“Yeah.”
“He’s the one who—” Sunoo grabbed your arm. “He’s the one you told me about?? The ass who kicked you out and said it wasn’t a ‘sleepover’??”
“Yep,” you confirmed grimly.
“OH.” Sunoo’s voice pitched up an entire octave. “Oh that’s so — he’s such a — I can’t believe — the hickies, by the way, did you see them! Are they from you—”
“Yes I saw them. No they’re not from me,” you said flatly.
“He’s probably a walking STD.”
“Clearly.”
“He has an ego of seven men,” Sunoo declared. “Seven. The ego of a man who has never been told no in his life — which, fine, he’s hot, he’s incredibly hot but whatever—”
“He’s insufferable.”
“Insufferably hot,” Sunoo corrected, then caught your look. “Which means nothing. He’s awful. The worst. You deserve someone who at minimum offers you a blanket after.”
“Thank you,” you said.
“I can’t believe this,” he said. “You know he’s been with like… a million girls?”
“I know. I’m so embarrassed"
Sunoo laughed and linked his arm with yours as the two of you continued to walk back to your dorm.
You made it back thankfully without Sunoo falling from having far too much wine and too much feeding.
You changed into your oversized shirt, and collapsed into bed while Sunoo was still in the bathroom doing his lengthy skincare routine (which is beyond you how he can still always do it while tipsy) and muttering to himself about Jake’s audacity.
You smiled at the ceiling. Okay. You felt better.
Jake was just a guy. A dick guy. A guy with nice hands and a terrible personality and a really, really, really good dick but you’ve decided you don't need to give him another second of your Friday night.
You picked up your phone to set your alarm for tomorrow morning to finally finish that essay. When a notification blinked up at you.
Unknown number: hey
before anyone asks I’ve already got part 3 in the making😆 anyone who wants tagged comment below! Ty for investing in this series xx
so many engene are acting really strange and still delusional about this situation. the double standards toward enhypen and heeseung are getting out of hand.
i respect that everyone can make their own choices, but it makes no sense to push a boycott while also being hypocritical about it? telling others to boycott the other six members while supporting heeseung like he’s not under the same company just shows where some of you actually stand.
the whole “7-1=0” mindset is extreme, and saying “oh we only want heeseung in enhypen” is disrespectful to the years of work he’s put into his own album. reporting his insta and picking apart his photos to call them ai is unnecessary and just nasty. i seriously can’t stress this enough — stop overanalyzing everything and pushing your own parasocial narratives onto the members. this is not normal behavior.
at some point, you need to step back and really think about what you’re doing. some of you are choosing to stay in this mindset and turning it into a movement just to feel like you’re helping, when in reality it’s doing more harm than good for all of them.
« Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new »
SYNOPSIS. ⋮ in which you have the best sex of your life OR- in which you get fucked over by the fuckboy
⋮. 심재윤. ⋮ 6.3k ⋮. ⋆ fuckboy jake ⋆ strong language, enemies-to-lovers vibes, emotional tension, jealousy, jake redeeming himself?, dom jake, degradation , rough sex, fingering, oral, penetrative sex, squirting, overstim, cum eating, past sexual experience referenced, party setting, alcohol mention
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🥥 laceys note ; the well awaited part 3! this one’s long bc A LOT needs to get done. there’s so much that happens in this part and jake lowkey redeems himself??? Sorry yall I had to tag a bunch of yous in the comments bc tumblr have a limit. Anyway, I hope yall enjoy and thank you for investing in this series it’s made me so happy!!! (idk if I should do a part 4 or just leave it here, what do yall want?) comments, reblogs, feedback and likes mean so much, ty for reading and enjoy!
Three days.
Three fucking days and the message was still sitting there.
One word. Lowercase. No punctuation.
Like he’d typed it with one thumb without even looking at his phone, like it had cost him nothing, like you hadn’t spent the better part of seventy two hours picking it up and putting it back down again like it was something that could burn you.
hey
You’d drafted eleven replies. Deleted all eleven. Typed who is this? four separate times and talked yourself out of sending it because you knew who it was, and pretending otherwise felt embarrassing even if no one was was watching.
The rational part of your brain — the part that had watched him zip his jeans up without looking at you, that had heard this isn’t a sleepover, sweetheart in his actual voice approximately forty seven times since — said leave it. Said you owed Jake Sim exactly nothing, least of all a response to a one word text that he didn’t even bother to send with actual punctuation and probably sent at god knows what time after a night where he’d grabbed himself through his jeans and stared at you with those deep, dark eyes.
The other part of your brain was considerably less helpful and you were definitely not thinking with that side (you were against your better judgement).
“You have a face,” Sunoo said, dropping into the seat across from you at The Bean Bar with two coffees.
“I don’t have a face.”
“You have a very specific face.” He pushed one of the cups toward you. “Is it Jake Sim?.”
“What—”
“You’ve had a look since he came into Jungwons on Friday.” He wrapped both hands around his own cup, settled back, and looked at you with calm patience. “Show me the text.”
“There’s no text—”
“Show me the text or I’ll ask Heeseung if Jake said anything and I will do it right now.”
You slid your phone across the table. Sunoo looked at it for a long moment. Then he looked up at you. Then back down at it.
“Hey,” he said.
“Yes.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“One word.”
“I’m aware, Sunoo—”
“The audacity,” he said, with genuine reverence, like he couldn’t help but be impressed. “The sheer, audacity of this man. And he didn’t even bother to use proper punctuation— ugh I can feel his ego through the screen.” He slid the phone back across the table to you.
“Okay. You’re replying.”
“I’m not—”
“You’ve been staring at it since Friday which means you want to and you’re just being stubborn about it.” He pointed at you. “You’re allowed to be curious. You’re allowed to want to know what he wants. That doesn’t make you stupid, it makes you human.”
You looked at the phone. At the message. At that one word sitting there like it weighed nothing but held a million things all at once.
“What do I even say?” you muttered.
Sunoo’s face split into a grin. He pulled his chair around to your side of the table, leaned in, and cracked his knuckles like a man about to perform surgery.
“Okay,” he said. “We’re going in.”
It took forty minutes, two coffees, one discarded opener that Sunoo called irrational, and a brief but passionate argument about punctuation — a question mark makes me look too eager, I’m not putting a question mark — but eventually you landed on something.
took you two weeks to say hey?
No capital. A question mark (much to your dismay). Just enough to say you weren’t sitting by the phone without actually saying it.
You sent it before you could talk yourself out of it.
Sunoo watched your face. “Well?”
“I sent it.”
“And?”
“And now we wait—”
Your phone buzzed. You both looked at it.
took you three days to reply
You stared at the screen. Something that was definitely not amusement pulled at the corner of your mouth and you pressed it flat immediately.
“He’s so annoying,” you said.
“He replied in thirty seconds,” Sunoo said. “Just so you’re aware of what that means.”
“It means nothing—”
Your phone buzzed again.
I wanted to apologise properly. Not in a bathroom.
And then, before you could process that:
can I buy you a coffee tomorrow?
The Bean Bar hummed quietly around you. Sunoo was reading over your shoulder and said nothing for once, which meant a lot more than words from him and which you were choosing not to engage with.
you have a lot of nerve
His reply came fast. yeah. coffee though?
You looked at Sunoo.
“Don’t look at me,” he said. “You already know what you’re going to do.”
You did. That was the annoying part. You did and you’d known since the moment the first buzz had lit up your screen three days ago and your stomach had dropped in a way that had nothing to do with dread.
fine. tomorrow at eleven.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
see you then
You put your phone down. Picked up your coffee. Stared at the middle distance. “I hate him,” you said.
“Completely,” Sunoo agreed, and took a long sip of his drink. But there was something happening to his face.
—
Jake was already there when you arrived.
That was the first thing that threw you — you’d half expected to walk in and wait, to have the upper hand of him being late, of being able to compose yourself at a corner table before he arrived.
Instead he was already at a table by the window, two cups in front of him, jacket still on like he’d only just sat down, and he looked up the second the door opened like he’d been watching for it. Waiting for you.
The second thing was that; he looked annoyingly good. Fitted black jacket, dark jeans, hair pushed back from his face — put together in that effortless way that suggested he hadn’t tried very hard and had achieved the overall effect regardless.
The marks on his neck that were obvious three days ago were almost faded and at a brief glance could’ve passed off as a shadow. You noticed this. You noted that you noticed this and filed it under things you weren’t going to examine very closely about Jake Sim.
“You’re on time,” he said, when you reached the table.
“So are you.” You sat down, pulled the coffee toward you, wrapped your hands around it. “You ordered already.”
“Oat flat white.” He said it simply. “That’s what you said you liked the other day at Jungwon’s.”
You looked at him. He looked back, unbothered, like he hadn’t just admitted he’d clocked your coffee order at a casual hangout three days ago.
“Right,” you said. “Thanks.”
“Yep.”
The café hummed around you — soft music, the hiss of the espresso machine, the low murmur of other people’s conversations. You looked at your coffee. He looked at his.
The silence sat uncomfortably between you, stretched thin with everything that hadn’t been said yet.
“So,” you said.
“So,” he said.
“You wanted to apologise.”
“Yeah.” He exhaled, leaning forward, elbows on the table, and for a moment he looked almost — not uncomfortable, because you weren’t sure Jake Sim did uncomfortable — but like he was choosing his words with more care than usual. “What I said that night. After.” He paused. “It was a dick thing to say.”
“It was,” you agreed.
“I’m not—” he stopped. Tried again. “I don’t usually—” another stop. His jaw ticked. “That’s not normally how I am.”
“Kicking girls out of your own bed and making them feel like nothing is not normally how you are?” you repeated. “Right.”
His eyes met yours. “I’m trying to apologise.”
“I know. I’m letting you.”
Something shifted in his expression — not quite amusement, not quite irritation, somewhere in between. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Little bit,” you admitted.
The corner of his mouth moved. Just slightly. “Fair enough.”
“Why did you?” you asked then, because you’d wanted to since that night and the bathroom conversation hadn’t exactly been conducive to honest answers. “Say it like that? The way you did?”
He was quiet for a moment. Turned his cup in a slow circle on the table. “Habit. I think,” he said. “It’s easier.”
“Easier than what?”
He looked at you. “You know what.”
You held his gaze for a moment. Let it sit there, that answer, with all its edges.
“That’s not an excuse,” you said finally.
“I know.” He said it simply. No defence, no deflection. Just that. It disarmed you more than almost anything else he could have said.
The silence after that was different — looser, somehow. Less like a standoff and more like two people who had gotten something out of the way and weren’t quite sure what came next.
“What do you study?” you asked eventually, because it occurred to you that you didn’t know, that there was a significant amount you didn’t know about him, which was a strange thing to realise about someone you convinced yourself you hated for three weeks.
“Business,” he said. “Finance track.”
You stared at him.
Then you laughed. Not unkindly — just, genuinely, the specific laugh of someone whose suspicions had been confirmed. “Obviously,” you said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously?”
“I mean—” you gestured at him vaguely, “—yeah. Obviously.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you look exactly like someone who studies finance,” you said. “The way you carry yourself. Your attitude. The—” another vague gesture to him as a whole, “—the whole thing.”
“The whole thing,” he repeated.
“You know what I mean.”
“I really don’t.” But his mouth was doing an almost smile that meant he was more amused than he was letting on. “What did you think I studied?”
“I didn’t think about it,” you said, which was mostly true.
“Sure.”
“I didn’t—”
“What did you think I studied?” He said again, patient, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to wait you out.
You picked up your coffee. “I don’t know. Sports science or something.”
Something crossed his face. “Sports science?”
“You play soccer, right?”
A beat. “How do you know that?”
“The posters,” you said. “Around campus and in the school paper.” The words landed heavier than intended which proved to him you’d noticed him before. “And the soccer frat.”
“Hm.” He leaned back. “Yeah. I play.”
“See. Sports science.”
“I don’t make it my whole personality though,” he said, simply, like it was obvious. “It’s just a thing I do. Doesn’t need to be my entire identity.”
You looked at him. Something about the way he said it — straightforward, no performance attached — caught you off guard.
“Fair enough,” you said, and meant it.
“Finance is actually interesting,” he said then, like he was daring you to argue. “If you actually look at it.”
“I’m sure it is,” you said, in a tone that suggested you weren’t sure at all.
“It is.” He tilted his head. “What do you study?”
You told him. He listened — actually listened, not the polite nodding people did when they were waiting for their turn to talk — and then he asked something about it that was specific enough that you answered properly, and then you were actually talking, back and forth, the awkwardness of the first twenty minutes dissolving somewhere into the second cup of coffee without you noticing it go.
The coffee lasted two hours. That was not what you’d planned.
You’d planned forty five minutes max, polite acceptance of the apology, civil goodbye, done. Instead two hours dissolved somehow.
Turns out Jake Sim, stripped of a party and darkness and the specific alchemy of alcohol and loud music, was — not what you’d expected.
He was still cocky. That hadn’t gone anywhere. He said something insufferable about the economics lecture you’d mentioned and you told him he was wrong and he told you that you were cute when you were annoyed and you told him that was a terrible thing to say to which he grinned at, unrepentant, dimples out.
But he was also funny.
Sharp in a way that caught you off guard, the kind of funny that didn’t need an audience, that landed quietly and was gone before you’d fully registered it.
He asked you questions and actually listened to the answers. He remembered things from Jungwon’s apartment — something you’d said to Gretta, something Sunoo had done that had made the whole room laugh — and wove them back in naturally, like he’d been paying more attention that night than he’d let on.
It was disarming in the worst possible way.
You were in the middle of arguing about something — film taste, you thought, or maybe music, it had evolved — when the waitress came over with the receipt. Pretty, confident, she set it down in front of Jake with a smile that was specifically for him, the kind that carried intention, and when he flipped it over her number was written on the back in round, looping handwriting.
Your stomach tightened.
You looked at your coffee.
Jake looked at the receipt. Then he looked at you — caught your expression — and without a word, without making a show of it, he folded it once and dropped it into the empty cup on the edge of the table. Gone. Done.
It was gentlemanly, almost.
He looked back at you. “Where were we,” he said.
You blinked. “I— the film thing.”
“Right.” He leaned forward again, picked up his new coffee (yous were both on your second cup by now). “You were wrong about something.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.” The corner of his mouth curved. “You were saying?”
You stared at him for one second. Then you picked up your own cup and kept talking and did not examine the warmth sitting low in your chest because it was not relevant and you were not going to give it any piece of your time.
—
He walked you back to your dorm.
You hadn’t asked him to. He’d just — fallen into step beside you when you both left, hands in his jacket pockets, matching your pace without comment, like it was decided.
The campus was quiet in the late afternoon light, leaves catching on the path, the kind of autumn day that made everything feel slightly cinematic and slightly melancholy at the same time.
You walked in silence for a bit. Comfortable, almost. The kind of silence that would’ve seemed impossible if it wasn't for the coffee.
“For what it’s worth,” he said, when your building came into view. “This was — I’m glad you came.”
You looked at him sideways. “Don’t push it.”
He laughed. Low, genuine. His cute infuriating dimples appearing on his face.
You stopped at the bottom of the steps.
He stopped beside you, turned slightly, and for a moment just looked at you in that way he had the whole of this ‘hangout’ — direct, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be and wasn’t pretending otherwise.
“I mean it,” he said. “The apology. I mean it.”
“I know,” you said. And you did. That was the strange part. You actually did.
He nodded once. Held your gaze for a beat longer than necessary. Then he stepped back, hands back in his pockets, and tilted his head toward the path.
“Go on then,” he said.
“So demanding,” you said, you rolled your eyes but a smile overtook your mouth, turned and walked up the steps before he could see whatever was happening on your face.
You didn’t look back. You didn’t need to. You could feel him still staring at you.
—
Heeseung was already in the room when Jake got back, feet up, phone in hand, and he took one look at Jake’s face when he walked through the door and said nothing for approximately four seconds which was a record.
“How was it?” he said, finally cracking.
“Fine.” Jake dropped his jacket over the chair, sat on the edge of his bed.
“Just fine?”
“Yeah.”
Heeseung looked at him. “You were gone for like three hours, Jake.”
“The coffee was good.”
“The coffee,” Heeseung repeated. He put his phone down. “Okay. So she’s—”
“Don’t.”
“I’m just saying—”
“Heeseung.”
“She’s cute, you know,” Heeseung said simply, like he was commenting on the weather. “Like no joke.”
Jake looked at the wall.
“Yeah,” he said. “I know.”
Heeseung picked his phone back up. Said nothing else. Smiled at his screen in a way that Jake chose not to acknowledge.
Jake lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling and thought about the way you’d looked at him when he’d dropped the receipt into the cup. Like you’d been expecting something and had gotten something else entirely. Like it had thrown you.
Good, he thought.
He wasn’t sure what came after that.
—
A week passed in a blur of essays and late nights spent up working on said essay.
You’d texted Jake a few times aswell — nothing heavy, just the kind of back and forth that started as nothing and kept going anyway. But heavy enough that if this was happening to two weeks ago you it would not be going down as well as it is.
A meme Sunoo had insisted you send. Something about the economics lecture that he’d argued about with you. A conversation about music that ran longer than either of you acknowledged. Nothing that meant anything.
Anything that meant something.
You hadn’t seen him since the coffee.
So when Sunoo announced on a Saturday night that there was another party — the soccer house again, before you say anything, I know, but Jungwon’s going and Jay and Millie and it’ll be fun — you said yes before the sentence was finished which shocked even you.
You told yourself it was because of Millie (it most definitely was not).
—
The house was exactly as you remembered it, exactly the same as that wretched night four weeks ago (that unfortunately still kept you awake late at night).
Bass thumped through the walls like a heartbeat, cheap drinks and warm bodies and the energy of two hundred people deciding tonight was the night.
For what? You’re not entirely sure.
You’d worn the black top again — Sunoo’s idea which he expressed vocally and enthusiastically — and you felt good, you felt like yourself, and you were going to have a good time regardless of anything else.
You made it approximately twenty minutes before you purposely looked across the room and saw him.
He was near the back, drink in hand, talking to someone you didn’t recognise.
Dark hair, dark shirt, that posture — easy, grounded, taking up space without trying. He laughed at something and you felt it from across the room, which was irritating.
And then he turned his head and found you immediately, like he’d known exactly where you were.
He materialising beside you approximately forty five seconds later, “Back here again?”
“It’s a party,” you said. “People go to parties.”
“They do.” He stopped beside you, close enough that you caught his cologne — cedar, warm, familiar in a way that was inconvenient. His eyes moved over your face then down to your top and it didn’t go unnoticed by you how he appreciated the view. “You look good.”
“I know,” you said.
He smiled, which said that he knew too.
You stayed close to each other the rest of the night without quite deciding to. It just — happened. The party moved around you both and you moved with it, drifting between rooms, between conversations, the group expanding and contracting.
Millie found you and hugged you, pulled you into a conversation with Jungwon and Jay. Sunoo appeared periodically to check on you with the subtlety of someone who was not being subtle at all.
And Jake was just — there. Near. Not hovering, just present in a way that you’d stopped trying to explain.
It was reaching midnight and you’d gone to the kitchen for a refill, the crowd thinning slightly as the night wore on. Jake was already in there, leaning against the counter, and you’d crossed to the other side without comment, comfortable enough in the silence now to not fill it.
And then a girl appeared.
Pretty and confident and earring an outfit that suggested what she wanted out of the night, she went straight to Jake with that ease that she’d done it before — hand on his arm, leaning in close, saying something low near his ear.
His face was unreadable from where you stood. Your jaw tightened on reflex and you turned away, putting your cup down, reaching for your jacket that was slung over the back of a chair.
Fine.
You’d known what he was. You’d always known. Tonight had been a good night, a one off to his usual asshole attitude and you were going to go find Sunoo and—
“Hey.”
His hand caught your wrist. Light, not grabbing, just — stopping you.
You turned.
The girl was gone. You hadn’t heard him say anything, hadn’t seen the exchange, but she was gone and Jake was right there in front of you, close, close enough that the noise of the party felt very far away suddenly.
“What,” you said, sounding a little more irritated than you would’ve liked to let on.
“Where are you going?”
“I was just—”
“I don’t want her,” he said. Simply. Directly. Like it was easy. “I don’t want anything to do with that. Yeah?”
You looked at him. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“I know.” His jaw ticked. “I want to.”
The kitchen hummed. Somewhere in the living room the song changed to something slow that bled through the walls.
“Jake—”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said. Low and quiet. Like the words had been there for a while and had finally gotten out. “It’s annoying, actually. Genuinely annoying, you’re so — you’re infuriating and you argue about everything and you looked at me like I was nothing for an entire evening at Jungwon’s and I couldn’t stop looking at you the whole time.” He exhaled.
You stared at him.
“You’re unbelievable,” you said.
“Yeah.” Unwavering. “I know.”
“After everything—”
“I know all of it.” He stepped closer. Just enough. “And I’m still standing here.”
The space between you collapsed down to almost nothing.
His eyes dropped to your mouth — just for a second — and came back up and you were so tired suddenly of being sensible about this, of thinking about him late at night when you couldn’t sleep and deleted texts and pretending the coffee had meant nothing and the walk back had meant nothing and the receipt in the cup had meant nothing—
“I still think you’re an asshole,” you said.
“I know that too,” he said, and the corner of his mouth curved up into that smug, smug smirk
You kissed him.
It felt the same as the first time — like gravity, like the only logical conclusion in an infuriating situation — his hand finding your jaw and yours fisting the front of his shirt and the party dissolving entirely into white noise.
It also felt different though. Slower. Like he was paying attention. Like there was something underneath it now that hadn’t existed before.
He broke away, slightly breathless, eyes dark.
“My room in the house. It’s upstairs,” he said.
You knew what you were deciding, but you couldn’t stop.
“Lead the way,” you said.
—
His room was nothing like the one from the first night.
Same house, wrong floor — and immediately, obviously, his. Cleats by the door, a bunch of clothes thrown over the chair in the corner, soccer jersey hung on the wardrobe handle. Books stacked in actual order which surprised you a bit. A photo strip tucked into the mirror frame — him and Heeseung somewhere, younger and fresh and grinning. String lights above the headboard casting everything amber and warm.
It felt like someone lived here. Like he lived here. And he must for some part of the year because you also knew he shared a dorm with Heeseung.
He closed the door behind you and the noise of the party dropped away to almost nothing — just the thump of bass through the floorboards and the quiet of the room engulfed the two of you in the amber light.
He crossed to you slowly. Tipped your chin up with two fingers. Looked at you for a moment — really looked, in the way he had at The Bean Bar, like he was paying attention — and then kissed you again. Slower than downstairs.
Deeper.
His other hand slid into your hair and you felt the careful intention behind it, the difference between this and the first time, and it unsteadied you more than urgency ever could.
“You’re still annoying,” he murmured against your mouth.
“You’re one to talk,” you breathed.
He pulled back just far enough to see your face. His thumb traced your jaw and it was an act that was almost intimate. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how much you’ve been in my head.”
“Good,” you said. “You’ve been insufferable in mine.”
Something dark and warm moved through his eyes, his smirk rested on his lips. “Yeah?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, and he laughed — low and real — then his mouth found your throat and the laugh dissolved into something else entirely.
His shirt came off. The same torso you’d memorised the first time — broad chest, carved abs, that trail of dark hair disappearing below his waistband — but different now, because you knew him. Because he’d sat across from you and remembered your coffee order and binned a girl’s number without hesitation and said I can’t stop thinking about you in a kitchen of a party at midnight.
It made looking at him feel heavier. More charged. More dangerous.
Your top followed, his hands sliding it over your head with practised ease, but his mouth found your collarbone, this time — slower, deliberate, like he had time and was choosing to use every second of it.
“Four weeks,” he said against your skin, low and rough at the edges. “Four weeks of you being fucking impossible.”
“Me?” you breathed. “You’re the one who—”
His teeth grazed the curve of your shoulder hard enough to make you gasp and lose the sentence entirely.
“Me?” You could hear the smirk in it. “My fault entirely.” His hands found your waist, turning you, pressing you back toward the bed. “Lie down.”
“So demanding,” you managed.
“Always.” He looked down at you in the amber light, gaze raking over every inch of you with that consuming attention as the first time but slower now, hotter somehow for the slowness.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said, like it cost him nothing to admit. “It’s genuinely annoying.”
“I know,” you said breathlessly.
He laughed again — dark this time, lower in his chest — then he was over you, his weight settling against you, his mouth dropping to your chest, tongue reaping down to your breast with deliberate precision.
His hands moved to your bra clasp, unfastening it with the same deft ease and nimble fingers that had told you everything the first night, and then his mouth was on you — hot and wet and relentless, drawing your nipple between his lips, tongue circling until your back arched off the mattress and a sharp sound tore from your throat.
“Still hate me?” he murmured against your skin.
“Completely,” you gasped.
“Good.” He bit down gently and you grabbed his hair on reflex, pulling at the roots, and you felt him groan low against you. “Do that again.”
You pulled harder and the sound he made was heaven to your ears. He dragged his mouth lower.
His hands worked your jeans open, peeling them down with efficient precision, his mouth following the line of your stomach, your hips, until teeth grazed the skin just above your underwear until you were squirming beneath him with your fingers still knotted in his hair.
“Jake—”
“I’ve got you,” he said, and the softness of it against everything else wrecked you.
His fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off, and then his hand was between your thighs — spreading you open, his thumb dragging through your folds in one slow deliberate stroke that made your hips roll up chasing the contact desperately.
“Fuck,” he breathed, feeling how slick you already were, something in his composure fracturing visibly. “Already so wet.” His eyes dragged up to yours, dark and intent. “All of this for me?”
“Shut up—”
“Not an insult, baby.”
He pressed two fingers to your entrance, collecting the slick that pooled there, and pushed them in slowly — drawing a broken, helpless sound from your throat that you couldn’t have stopped if you’d tried.
“That’s it,” he murmured, low and pleased. “Let me hear you.”
He curled them immediately, finding the spot that made your vision fracture at the edges, and set a devastating rhythm — pumping deep, crooking his digits against your walls with ruthless precision, his thumb finding your clit and working it in tight unrelenting circles.
His eyes stayed on your face the entire time, watching every flicker of expression like he was memorising each one.
“Jake — fuck, please—”
“Please what?” Low. Teasing. Enjoying every second of it.
“More — please, more—”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He gave you more immediately — scissoring his fingers wide, stretching you open, the wet filthy sound of it loud over the muffled bass bleeding up from downstairs. His thumb was relentless on your clit, fast and merciless, until you were shaking apart beneath him, thighs trying to close around his hand.
His forearm kept them spread without effort.
“Don’t,” he said simply.
You couldn’t have fought him if you tried.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, low and dark, watching you come undone. “Stay open for me.”
The words detonated somewhere low in your belly.
Your walls clenched hard around his fingers and a sob broke from your throat — nails raking red lines down his forearm as the orgasm crested and crashed through you in long shuddering waves, hips rolling against his hand chasing every last pulse of it.
He worked you through every second. Slowing only when your body stopped shaking, watching your face come back to him with an expression of pure dark satisfaction.
He withdrew his fingers. Held your gaze. Brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, eyes never leaving yours.
Your brain stopped functioning completely.
“You taste fucking incredible,” he said, like it was a casual observation, like he hadn’t just dismantled you entirely, and reached for the nightstand drawer.
He sat back to strip off the rest — jeans, boxers — and you watched, completely dry mouthed, the lines of him in the amber light. His cock thick and flushed, heavy with want, a bead of pre-cum smearing at the tip that he wrapped the condom over with practiced hands.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“You’re taking forever,” you said, and he shot you a look that was half amusement and half something far more dangerous.
He moved back over you, settling between your thighs, and paused. Just for a second. Looking down at you in the warm amber light with an expression you didn’t have a name for yet.
“Still annoyed at me?” he said.
“Incredibly,” you said.
“Good.” He lined himself up and pushed in — slow this time, deliberately, achingly slow, nothing like the brutal first thrust of the first night — feeding himself in inch by inch while you stretched around him and your mouth fell open on a silent moan, fingers digging crescent shapes into his shoulders.
The stretch burned perfectly, your walls fluttering around his girth as he filled you completely.
He bottomed out with a low groan that you felt reverberate through his chest into yours. “Fuck — you feel—”
“Don’t say anything,” you managed.
He went quiet. Jaw tight with the effort of holding still. His forehead dropped to yours and for one suspended second you were just — breathing the same air. Completely full of each other. The amber light warm around you both.
Then he pulled back and drove forward and the moment shattered into pure sensation.
The rhythm he built was deep and controlled and devastating — not the frantic brutality of the first time but something more deliberate and somehow worse for it, each stroke angled precisely to drag across the spot that made your toes curl, that made coherent thought impossible.
The headboard knocked the wall in a steady rhythm. The string lights swayed. His hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
“You’ve been driving me absolutely insane,” he gritted out against your jaw, hips snapping forward, “four weeks of your fucking attitude—”
He groaned as your walls clenched around him involuntarily, the sound wrecked and genuine. “Fuck — do that again—”
You clenched deliberately.
His control cracked audibly — pace stuttering rough, grip tightening on your hip, his other hand sliding up to pin your wrists above your head exactly the way he had the first night. The familiarity of it, the memory layered over the present, made everything unbearably sharper.
“Such an asshole,” you breathed.
“Say it again,” low and dark against your throat, hips not slowing for a second.
“Asshole—”
He flipped you in one smooth movement — hands hauling your hips up, your face pressing into the pillow, his cock driving back into you from behind at an angle that punched the breath from your lungs completely.
Deeper like this. Meaner. More overwhelming.
“This what you want?” he said, rough and breathless against the back of your neck. “Yeah?”
“Yes—” barely coherent, “—yes, don’t stop—”
“Wasn’t planning on it, baby.” His fist gathered your hair, pulling your head back just enough to arch your spine. His free hand slid around your hip, two fingers finding your clit — not gentle, not teasing, just direct brutal pressure in fast tight circles.
“Give me another one,” he commanded, low and rough in your ear. “Come on. Soak me.”
The words wrecked you completely.
Your second orgasm didn’t build — it detonated. Your walls convulsed around him in violent rhythmic pulses, a broken wail tearing from your throat into the pillow.
And then — the rush of it, the gush of warm slick flooding down your inner thighs, soaking him, soaking the sheets beneath you—
“Fuck—” his rhythm stuttered violently, “—fuck, are you—” a groan ripped out of him, “—oh my god—”
He sounded wrecked. Undone. Like you’d broken something in him.
“That’s it,” he breathed, reverent and filthy all at once, fucking you through every convulsion, his fingers still working your clit as your body shook apart. “That’s so fucking good, look at you—”
Your fingers tore at the sheets. Your thighs trembled violently. The pleasure bordered on unbearable and he gave you every second of it regardless.
His own rhythm fractured moments later — hips stuttering, burying himself to the hilt with a low rough groan that shuddered through his whole body, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he came, grinding his pelvis against you making sure you took every last pulse of it.
Then he pulled out.
Pulled the condom off. And then — before you’d even caught a single breath — his hands spread your thighs and his mouth found you.
“Jake—” your whole body jolted, oversensitive and shaking, “—what are you—”
“Shh,” he said against you, and licked a slow deliberate stripe through your folds, collecting everything you’d given him, tongue working through your slick with thorough unhurried attention like he had nowhere else to be and nowhere he’d rather be.
You sobbed into the sheets, hips bucking, fingers flying to his hair — not to pull him away, despite everything, just to hold on.
He stayed until there was nothing left. Until you were trembling and empty and utterly wrecked. Then he pressed one last kiss to the inside of your thigh and moved back up beside you.
He looked — pleased wasn’t the right word. Satisfied wasn’t either. Something quieter than both.
“You—” you started.
“Mm,” he said simply, like that covered it.
Then silence.
Just breathing.
His weight settling warm beside you. The string lights swaying gently above the headboard. The party two floors below like another world entirely.
The amber light had softened by the time you finally moved, reaching for your top at the edge of the bed on autopilot — get dressed, get out, don’t make it into something.
“Where are you going?”
You paused. “I just — I assumed—”
“You assumed wrong.”
He was on his side, watching you, head propped on one hand, sweat still glistening on his chest. The string lights caught his face warm and gold. Quieter like this, softer. A version of him that didn’t come out in crowds.
“Do you want water?”
You stared at him. “What?”
“Water.” Simple. Easy. Like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t nothing. It was the opposite of nothing.
It was the thing he hadn’t done the first time — the thing that had made you pull your jeans on with trembling hands and slam a door behind you — and the fact that he was doing it now, without fanfare, without making it a moment, cracked something open, something you are choosing to ignore.
“Yeah,” you said. “Okay.”
He leaned over to the nightstand, handed you a bottle, and settled back against the headboard. You sat for a moment. Then — slowly, without deciding to — lay back down beside him. Not touching.
Just there.
In his room. In the amber light with the party still faintly audible two floors below like another world entirely.
He didn’t say anything. You didn’t say anything.
His hand found yours in the dark, quietly. Like it was the most natural thing.
You stared at the ceiling.
What the hell is this, you thought. The string lights blurred soft at the edges. His thumb moved once against your hand, slow and absent, like he wasn’t even thinking about it.
What is actually happening.
No answer obviously you’re in your own head. Just the quiet of the room answered and the warmth of his hand in yours and the steady sound of his breathing slowing beside you.
content warning: 18+ content, minors dni! face riding/nose riding, smut, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, squirting, slight manhandling, spanking, lmk if i missed anything.
wc: 750 words
a/n: hihi loves <3 this was requested by anonnie :3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated <3
LEE HEESEUNG
⤷ “Fuck—your pussy smells so fucking good, sit on my face right now.”
You lower yourself onto him, moaning loudly as his nose tip brushes firmly against your swollen clit, “Heeseung—your nose feels so good right there,” you whimper, starting to grind on his face.
Heeseung groans deep, hands yanking your hips down harder until you’re practically smothering him. “Yeah? Then ride my face like you mean it, baby. Grind that pretty clit on my nose—fuck, you’re dripping all over my tongue.” His tongue laps hungrily as you roll your hips faster, coating his chin and cheeks.
“Shit— I’m gonna cum so fast like this,” you gasp, tugging his hair as your thighs start to tremble around his head.
Heeseung’s eyes flutter, completely lost in you as he groans against you, “that’s what I want. Keep rubbing your clit on my nose, cream all over my fucking face. Don’t stop, I’m fucking addicted to this cunt. Use me—let me feel you shake.”
PARK JONGSEONG
⤷ “Come here, sweetheart. Sit on my face, let me take care of you, yeah?”
Jay lies back on the couch, guiding you gently but firmly over his face. When his big pretty nose presses and brushes against your clit, you let out a shaky moan. “Fuck,” you breathe, rolling your hips as he practically basked in your scent, your taste.
His hands rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking softly as he looks up at you with dark eyes. “Good girl. Ride my face nice and slow at first, feel my nose rubbing your pretty clit?” His voice is low and muffled, tongue flicking teasingly, “you’re dripping for me, baby.”
You whimper, grinding a little harder, “Jay—please, I need more—”
He smiles against you, voice commanding. “That’s it, baby, grind harder. Use my mouth however you want, I’ve got you. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.” He does not stop, continuing to knead your tits, groaning into your cunt as you whine, making a mess all over his pretty face, and he takes it all as if he had been starving.
SIM JAEYUN
⤷ “Fuck yes—get over here. Sit on my face, baby, please.”
Jake pulls you down eagerly the second you’re close enough. The moment his big nose brushes your swollen clit and his soft plush lips latch onto your folds, he lets out a loud, desperate moan that vibrates straight through you. You shiver hard, gasping as you start to grind.
He groans deeply into your cunt, hands gripping your ass tight, pulling you closer like he can’t get enough. “Mmmph—fuck,” is all he manages, the sound muffled and needy as he sucks and licks like a man starved. His tongue works messily, plush lips sucking your clit while his nose keeps rubbing perfectly with every roll of your hips.
“God, you’re such a munch,” you moan, riding his face faster.
Jake only answers with a broken, happy groan, almost like a puppy, “Hm, yes—” His hands squeeze your thighs harder, desperately urging you to grind more as he devours you, completely lost in your taste. He keeps moaning loudly against your pussy, the vibrations making your legs shake, too focused on eating you out to form full sentences, all till you squirt all over his face, and he looks like a pleased man as he drinks it up.
PARK SUNGHOON
⤷ “Don’t keep me waiting, get on my face.”
Sunghoon doesn’t bother laying down. Instead, he lifts you effortlessly, pinning your back against the wall as he hooks your thighs over his shoulders. The moment he buries his face between your legs, his big pretty nose grinds roughly against your swollen clit, making your whole body jolt.
“Sunghoon—wait, fuck—” you gasp, hands flying to his hair as your back arches off the wall.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you with dark, narrowed eyes, “ride my face properly, hm? Be a good girl.” His voice is low and icy. Without warning, he yanks your hips forward, forcing your dripping cunt to drag across his tongue and nose.
You moan loudly, grinding down as best you can while suspended in the air, “It’s too much like this, god—I can’t.”
A sharp slap lands on your ass, making you cry out, “you can, and you will.” Sunghoon’s tongue presses flat and rough against your folds while his nose keeps rubbing hard, deliberate strokes against your clit, “grind harder c’mon, I want to feel this greedy cunt twitching on my face.”
Your thighs start shaking around his head as the intensity builds fast, “Sunghoon, please—”
“Begging already?” He scoffs coldly, grip tightening on your thighs as he forces you to ride his mouth faster, “pathetic, but you’re going to cum anyway—right on my tongue. Don’t you dare hold back.”
─── you want a good girl that does bad things to you⋆˚꩜｡
OR where sunghoon's friends thinks that you're too innocent and he doesn't get the pleasure he needs. however, he knew that you already had him wrapped around your finger and you were ready to prove his friends wrong.
pairing: bf!sunghoon x innocent(ish)!reader
content + warnings: just pure smut and filth what's new atp, jake and jay are kind of cocky and pervs, switch!sunghoon, switch!reader, whiny sunghoon nghh, unprotected p in v (cap before you tap), bondage using tie, oral (m receiving), cowboy, light choking, taking photos/filming during sex - lmk if i missed anything!
word count:2.4k / 2,447
bea speaks! wait bc i actually have so many drafts that i just want to post them all but this one has to be my fav yet so far
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SUNGHOON LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR, the low hum of the bar around him with a glass of whiskey in his hand. A few drinks in, his friends are already laughing louder than they should, teasing each other, joking about their upcoming trip to Taipei.
"So... are we bringing our girlfriends along or what?" Jay asks, swirling his beer.
"Yeah, I mean, Taipei sounds like a perfect couple's getaway," Jake chimes in, smirking. He gives Jay a knowing look, knowing that their girlfriends are going to get along well.
A pause. Then Jake glances at Sunghoon, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "What about you, man? You gonna drag that little angel of yours along?"
Sunghoon stiffens, nearly spilling his drink. "Guys, come on. Don't start with that."
Jay laughs, shaking his head. "She's too innocent right? Doesn't do anything wild?"
"Yeah," Jake pipes in, leaning back. "Best she doesn't even like... let you, you know... get your fun."
Sunghoon groans, running a hand down his face. "I swear, stop. That's my girlfriend you're talking about. She's perfect whether she does or doesn't."
Jay and Jake exchange a glance and laugh, taking casual sips of their drinks. "Perfect, huh?" Jay teases, smirking. "Bet she's really something in private."
Jake snickers, "Yeah, man, I'm curious how she really is."
Sunghoon narrows his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips despite his flushed cheeks. "Guys, please? You wouldn't last two minutes if you had someone like her."
The door clicks open and Sunghoon steps inside, a faint grin on his lips and hair slightly tousled from the night. Before he can even take off his shoes and jacket, you're practically flying across the living room, arms wide.
"Finally, you're home!" you exclaim, wrapping your arms around him from behind and burying your face in his back. "How was hanging out with the boys? Don't tell me they worked you up again."
Sunghoon chuckles, the sound low, and then sighs as he turns around to embrace you in his arms. "You have no idea. They, well—they teased me. About... you."
You freeze for a split second, not because you doubt him, but because of how they teased him. Your brows knit together. "They teased you? About me? About what specifically?"
He laughs softly, shaking his head, obviously still embarrassed. "Said you're too innocent. That I don't... get enough. I tried to stop them, I swear, but..."
You tilt your head, eyes sparkling with amusement, and press a quick kiss to his jaw, teasingly. "Too innocent, huh?"
His breath catches, a low chuckle escaping him as he felt relief wash over him. He knows the truth: you've got him right where you want him, and now you're teasing him while pretending to scold him.
You slide a hand down his chest, letting your fingers brush down to land on the waistband of his pants, voice dipping just low enough for him to feel it in his bones.
"You know, maybe they're wrong," you murmur, tilting your head to meet his eyes.
Sunghoon swallows, his eyes darkening. "Oh really? And how would I know that?"
You bite your lip, leaning closer until your lips graze his ear. "You'll have to see for yourself."
You pull back just enough to look at him before running away into the bedroom. He shakes his head and smiles to himself before chasing after you.
Sunghoon catches you easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground as he enters the bedroom. He throws you on the bed, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire.
"Oh, I'll definitely find out for myself," his playful mood turning into something hungrier. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over you on his hands and knees.
"They think you're too innocent to fuck me the way I want, huh?" he leans down, caging you in with his arms, his face inches from yours. "Let me check something real quick."
He captures your mouth in a deep, dominant kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim yours. HIs hands slide down your side, resting possessively on your hip.
"Sunghoon, let me..."
Without protesting, he immediately lets you take over. You sit up and push him down onto the bed, watching as his eyes widen. He's never seen you take over like this; only ever seeing you be as equally sexual whenever he's on top.
You straddle his hips as you bend down to kiss him, deep and intoxicating. He watches you with hungry eyes, his hands gripping the bedsheets instead of reaching for you as you grind down on his growing erection. He's wants to see what you'll do, curious to see if you really can fuck him the way he wants.
A pit of fire flowed through you as an idea hit. You grab onto his tie, slowly untying it as you continue to grind on him. Once it was undone, you pull away, grabbing his wrist and tying them to the headboard.
His breath hitches as you tie his hands above his head, a shocked laugh turning into a groan. He pulls experimentally at the tie, finding himself truly restrained.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" he moans, eyes flicking down to your face, then lower to where you're still straddling him.
When you begin to undo his belt, slow and teasing, he swallows hard with his chest rising and falling rapidly. You're completely dominating him right now, and he loves it. His restrained position makes his biceps flex attractively as he watches you, waiting for your next movie.
His cock is now fully hard, tenting in his pants.
"Baby..."
Sunghoon was almost sure you were going to continue to touch his hard cock, but then you unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He arches into your touch, his skin burning where your fingers trail. Once his shirt is open, you push it aside, running your hands over his muscular chest and abs, scratching lightly.
"Fuck, just like that..."
You finally unbuckle his bet and unzip his trousers, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers. He sucked in a breath, completely at your mercy. His cock springs free as you pull the waistband of his boxers off. It slaps against his stomach, thick and already leaking.
"I've seen this cock so many times, but it's so big," you whisper, fingers wrapping around him. His hips buck up, seeking more friction.
"You're killing me here—"
His cock twitches against you as you continue to pump him, maintaining eye contact. Once you could tell he was about to beg, you lick a strip up from the base to the tip, making him curse and tug against the tie. You wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently while one hand grips his thigh.
He groans loudly, his head falling back against the pillow. The sensation of your mouth wrapped around him is overwhelming, especially with his hands restrained. He can only lie there and take it.
"Baby, slow down," he chokes out, his gaze coming back up to watch you as you look up at him through wet eyelashes. He starts to thrust up into your mouth, but you pull away.
"No, wait!" he whines when you pull off, his cock red and dripping with your saliva. He looks desperate, chest flushed as he's panting. He clearly is enjoying this.
You climb back up his body, pressing your small frame against his larger one. He can feel your soft curves against his hard muscles, your tits pressing against his chest. He lifts his hips, trying to rub againt you.
"Baby, I'm begging you..."
You silence him with a kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth aggressively. He kisses you back eagerly, his tied hands pulling at the restraints out of frustration. You grind down on him slowly before taking off your pants, but leaving your panties on to tease him.
You continue to grind on his cock, letting it rub against your clothed pussy. He groans, feeling the thin fabric between you both. His cock slides against you, the tip pressing against your clit through the panties.
He thrusts up helplessly, his hips bucking again. "Let me inside, please?" he whines. His voice is breathy and desperate, completely under your spell. You keep grinding, your pussy soaking through the thin fabric and making a quiet, wet sound as you rub against him.
He can smell your arousal, seeing how turned on you also are. His cock twitches, wanting nothing more than to sink into you, but you're controlling everything.
"Baby, I swear to god—" he pants, eyes rolling back slightly when you lean down to leave wet, open—mouth kisses on his chest. Beads of sweat drop down his neck as veins begin to pop out, and you're loving the way he's under you right now.
You circle your hips slowly, teasing him further. Sunghoon's hands are fidgeting against the restraints, wanting to reach out and grab your hips to help you ride him, but he couldn't.
Sitting up, you finally pull your panties to the side to let his cock slide through your wet folds. A small moan escaped your lips as his tip rubbed against your clit, and you swear Sunghoon's body tensed at your sweet sound.
The head of his cock catches on your entrance as you position him to your hole, and he almost sobs with relief. He's never been this turned on in his life, neever felt so desperate to be inside someone. His hands tug uselessly at the tie above his head.
"Please, baby. I've been good."
You slowly lower yourself, taking his entire length in one slow, torturous movement. He feels your tight pussy stretch around him, swallowing his cock inch by inch until you're fully seated fully on his lap. His eyes roll back, a long moan escaping him.
When you begin to move, you whimper, chest heaving. Even though you've been teasing Sunghoon this whole time, you were worked up yourself from being so used to him being on top.
You bounce on him slowly, almost completely pulling off before going back down. Once you're fully impaled on his cock, he takes a moment to savor the sensation. You're so tight, so wet, so warm—it's heaven. His hips jerk involuntarily, trying to thrust up into you.
Your hands reach forward to lightly wrap around his neck, a sign for him to behave. He swallows hard, his throat working against your hand. You lift your hips again again before sliding back down and grinding at the bottom. The pace was so slow, even if you were getting frustrated.
You lean down to kiss him, then another idea pops up.
Sunghoon watches curiously as you reach for his phone beside him, his brow furrowing slightly. He has no idea what you're planning, but the way you continue to ride him despite being accompanied by something else makes him lose his mind.
You turn his phone towards him, letting his FaceID open it.
"Baby... what are you—?"
You quickly found his messages, opening the group chat with Jake and Jay before snapping a photo of Sunghoon under you, hand around his throat, his wrists restrained.
His eyes widen in shock as he realizes what you're doing, but then you grind against him roughly, his eyes rolling back. He opens his mouth to protest, but then you take another picture, capturing the perfect image of him. It was clear evidence that you weren't just some innocent girl.
Sunghoon [11:42 PM]: [1 image attached]
You toss his phone aside, giving your full attention back to him. He watches his phone, frozen in horror, but some part of him was excited, knowing he just proved his friends wrong. The notification sounds came in quickly.
The sheer humiliation of his two friends seeing him like this—tied up, choked, dominatd by you—makes his cock throb inside you involuntarily. Before you could continue, you felt his hands grip your hips tightly.
He freed himself.
His hands are free now, but instead of pushing you off or reaching for his phone, he flips you over in one swift motion.
"You sent that to Jake and Jay?" he asks in short breaths.
"Had to prove them wrong," I moan as he thrusts back into you, rough. His arousal spikes even higher as your nonchalant response, almost wanting to fuck the small smirk off your face. You didn't even bother to hide it.
He starts to thrust harder, fucking you as he imagines his friends seeing this picture. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. He's completely lost in the moment, almost on the edge of an orgasm.
Suddenly, his phone buzzes with incoming messages.
Jay [11:45 PM]: Bro??????
Jake [11:46 PM]: I told you he was a bottom lmao
Sunghoon laughs breathlessly, feeling a strange rush of embarrassment that actually makes him thrust deeply inside you.
"They're never letting me live this down."
He continues thrusting, completely unfazed by his friends' reaction. In fact, their messages only fuel him. He leans down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, hips slamming rougher against you.
A loud moan escapes you, your thighs twitching as your hands go to scratch his back. He moans at the sensation, clearly reaching his high soon.
With one hand still holding your hip, he grabs his phone again with the other and starts recording you, a complete mess under him. The camera captures every thrust, every moan, every second of you crying his name and begging him to slow down. He made sure to angle the camera so your expressions are clear: brows knit together, lips parted, tits bouncing with every thrust.
Sunghoon [11:53 PM}: [1 video attached]
He watches as the message gets delivered, then tosses it aside as his friends' quick replies become background noise.
"S—Sunghoon, slow down, please," you beg, hands gripping onto his biceps as your thighs quiver, your high almost crashing down. He slams into you hard, making you gasp as his free hand rubs your clit in rough circles.
His hips jerked, thrusts becoming erratic as he slows down. When he leans down to kiss your neck, biting your collarbone, you feel the wave wash over you, your vision turning white as you see stars. Sunghoon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his, spurts of his thick cream coating your walls.
!! synopsis: you get jealous watching jake sweet talk his fans on live. he thinks you're mad at him, but then he realizes the truth, you want him to talk you through it. so he does.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom jake, sub reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), lots of jake sweet talking, lowkey js smut icl
!! wc: 3k
!! a/n: i physically cannot get this live out of my head i lit wrote this at midnight in like 2 hours with talk u through it by kwn blasting in my ears.
You knew it was stupid before you even felt it.
Jake was on live like he always was, like he loved to be leaning back in his chair with that lazy, pretty smile that made thousands of fans lose their minds in the chat. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. Glasses falling low on his nose causing him to keep pushing it back with one hand while he read comments out loud in that low, warm voice.
"Is the music too loud? You gotta tell me, you gotta communicate."
"Uh huh uh huh, you funny."
"How do you say it? you gotta tell me."
"It's gonna be a good tour so I want everybody here to come."
Your jaw clenched.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed, just out of frame, pretending to scroll through your phone. But you weren't reading a single word. All you could hear was him your Jake talking to fans in that soft, commanding tone.
Whatever it was.
He ended the stream twenty minutes later with a warm "Goodbye, I love you all " and a wink that made your stomach twist.
The room went quiet.
He spun in his chair, stretched his arms over his head, and finally looked at you. His smile was easy, unguarded. "You're quiet."
You shrugged. "Just tired."
Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up, crossed the room, and sat on the bed next to you. Close.
"Did I do something?" he asked softly.
"No."
"Liar."
You finally looked at him. His expression wasn't teasing yet. It was careful. Curious. Like he was genuinely trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
"You didn't do anything," you snapped. And meant it, kind of. He hadn't done anything. He was just him. And that was the problem.
Jake tilted his head. Then his lips twitched.
"Oh," he said slowly. A new light flickered in his eyes. "Oh."
"What?"
"You're jealous."
"I'm not"
"You are." His voice dropped. Not mean. Just certain. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers dragging lightly along your skin. "You've been sitting here frowning at your phone for twenty minutes because I was nice to my fans."
Your face went hot. "I wasn't frowning."
"You were pouting."
"I don't pout."
Jake laughed soft and low and leaned closer. His knee pressed against yours. "You're doing it right now."
You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because he was looking at you the way he looked at the camera, but more. Deeper. Hungrier.
"Baby," he said quietly. The word hit you differently now. Private. "You want me to talk you through it?"
Your breath caught.
There it was.
Your whole body went weak, like he'd pulled a string and everything inside you unraveled. Your phone slipped from your hand onto the bed.
Jake noticed. His smile turned slow. Knowing.
"Yeah," he whispered. "There you are."
"You're shaking," he said softly, not even a question.
You were. Your fingers trembled against your thighs, and you didn't know if it was adrenaline or nerves or the way he was looking at you so intently.
"I'm fine," you whispered.
You could smell his cologne clean, warm, a little smoky. He tilted his head, and one hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
"You're not fine," he said. "But you will be. Because I'm going to take good care of you, okay?"
Your breath caught. "And how are you going to do that?"
His smile was gentle. Almost sweet. But his eyes weren't.
"By giving you exactly what you need but before I do that you're going to give me what I want since you didn't want to admit you're jealous."
Before you know it you're on your knees in front of him, and you've never felt more exposed not because of what you're about to do, but because of the way he's looking at you. Jakes eyes are dark, half lidded, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. His hand comes down gently to cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
"Wait." His voice is quiet but firm. "Look at me first."
You do. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You're gonna tell me if it's too much, yeah? Just tap my leg. Twice. Can you do that for me?"
You nod again, and he smiles that slow, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip.
"Good girl. Now go ahead. Take it off."
Your fingers hook under the elastic. He lifts his hips just enough to help you, and you pull his sweats down slowly, then his boxers. He's already hard, and you hear him let out a soft breath when the air hits his skin.
"There you go," he murmurs. "That's it."
You wrap your hand around him first, just to feel the weight of it. He groans quietly, his head falling back against the wall for a second before he looks down at you again.
"Whenever you're ready, baby. No rush."
You lean in and lick a slow stripe from the base to the tip. His hand moves to your hair not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading through softly.
"Just like that," he says, his voice already rougher. "Warm me up first. Nice and slow."
You take the tip into your mouth and he inhales sharply.
"Oh- yeah. There ya go. That's it. Just a little at a time. You don't have to take it all."
His hands guides you gently, not forcing, just showing you the rhythm he likes. You sink down a little more causing your spit to drip down, he lets out a shaky laugh.
"Messy already, huh?" he says, thumb wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth. "You're doing so good. So fuckin' good."
You moan around him, and he feels it his thigh tenses next to your cheek.
"Fuck. Do that again."
You do. His grip in your hair tightens just slightly, not hard, just there.
"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you. "There you go. You're a natural, you know that?"
You pull off for a second to catch your breath, and a string of spit connects you to him. He looks down at it, then back at your face, and his expression goes soft and dark at the same time.
"Look at you. All messy for me." He cups your cheek. "You want to keep going?"
"Yes," you whisper.
"Yeah? You want me to talk you through it?"
"Please."
He grins. "Then get back here."
You take him in your mouth again, deeper this time, and his composure cracks just a little. A low groan escapes him, and his hips twitch forward before he catches himself.
"Easy," he breathes. "I got you. You're okay. Just- yeah, fuck right there. Stay right there for a second."
He holds you still, not deep throating, just letting you feel him pulse on your tongue. His thumb strokes your cheekbone.
"You feel that? That's you. You're doing that to me."
You look up at him with watery eyes, and something in his face breaks open.
"Holy fuck," he whispers. "You're so fucking pretty like this."
You start moving again, finding a rhythm, and he lets you lead for a while just his hand in your hair, his voice a constant stream above you.
"That's it. Good girl. Don't rush. Just take what you can."
Spit drips down your chin. You don't care. He doesn't either in fact, he watches it happen and groans.
"So messy. I love it. I love you like this."
His breathing gets heavier. His hips start moving in small, shallow thrusts not rough, just desperate.
"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm close. You want me to pull out?"
You shake your head as best you can with him in your mouth.
"Yeah? You want it?"
You moan yes.
"Okay. Okay, baby. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop- don't stop, you're almost there-"
His voice gets breathy and higher.
"I'm gonna- fuck, fuck right there you're so good "
He cums with a choked sound, his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you gently in place as he spills into your mouth.
"That's it. Take it. You did so good. So fuckin' good for me. I got you. I got you."
When he's done, he pulls you off slowly and immediately pushes his fingers in your mouth to make you show him you swallowed. His forehead presses against yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Fuck you're so perfect for me," he whispers, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "You okay?"
You nod, trembling.
He laughs softly. "Now come here. My turn."
He didn't rush.
That was the first thing you learned about Jake when the cameras were off. He didn't grab or tear or demand. He asked, but in a way that left no room for you to say no.
"Lay back for me," he said quietly.
You laid.
"Good fucking girl."
Those three words hit you somewhere deep, and he saw it. Of course he saw it. He saw everything.
His hands landed on your shoulders warm, solid, grounding. His mouth found your ear.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he murmured. "But you have to listen to me. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Say yes, Jake.'"
Your throat tightened. "Yes, Jake."
His hands slid down your arms slowly, like he was memorizing you. When he reached your wrists, he didn't grab them he just circled them with his fingers and held.
"I want you to feel everything," he said. "But I don't want you to think. Just feel. Just listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?"
"Fuck yes I can Jake."
"Good."
Then he kissed you.
It wasn't messy at first. It was slow, deliberate, his lips coaxing yours open like he had all the time in the world. One hand stayed on your wrist. The other slid into your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your head exactly where he wanted it.
When he pulled back, you almost whimpered.
"Shh," he breathed. "I've got you. I'm right here."
His thumb traced your cheekbone. "You feel so good already, and I've barely touched you. Do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me to go this slow?"
You shook your head, lost.
"I'll show you," he said. "But first take off your shirt."
Your hands moved before your brain caught up. The fabric slipped over your head, and suddenly you were standing in front of him in just your bra, and his gaze dropped like a physical weight.
"Gosh so beautiful," he said softly. "Now tell me. Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes."
"Say it all the way."
"I want you to keep going, Jake please."
His smile was warm, but his voice dropped lower. "Then look all pretty for me while you keep your eyes on me." "I'm going to give you what you deserve cause you've been so good to me," he said. "And every time you feel like you're getting lost, I want you to look at me and watch me talk you through it. Can you do that?"
You nodded.
"Cmon use your words, baby."
"Yes, Jake. I can do that."
"Good girl."
His hand moved first to your side just a slow drag of his fingers from your ribs down to your hip. Then back up. Then down again, lower each time, until his thumb brushed the waistband of your pants.
"You're already breathing so fast," he observed, like he was fascinated. "I love that. I love that I can do this to you without even trying."
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, just barely. Just enough to make your hips lift off the bed.
"Ah ah," he murmured. "Stay still. I'll give you what you need, but you have to let me lead. Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
"Perfect."
He pulled your pants down slowly, agonizingly slowly his knuckles grazing your thighs the whole way. When you were bare from the waist down, he just stopped and looked at you.
"You're so wet already," he said, and it wasn't teasing. It was reverent. "Goodness. You really do want this, don't you?"
You couldn't speak. You just nodded.
"I know," he said. "I know, baby. And I'm gonna make you feel so good."
He lowered himself until his mouth was right next to your ear.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside you now," he said, voice low and steady. "And I want you to tell me how it feels. Every single thing. Don't hold back. Can you do that?"
"Mhmm yes Jake yes."
"Then show me."
When his fingers finally touched you just a light, teasing press you gasped so loud you almost scared yourself.
"That's it," he said, circling slowly. "That's exactly it. Let me hear you."
He pushed one finger inside, and your back arched.
"Oh-"
"Yeah," he breathed. "Feel that? That's just the beginning. You're taking me so well already. So fucking good for me."
He added a second finger, and you grabbed his wrist not to stop him, just to hold onto something.
"I know," he said. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You're doing so good. Just breathe for me."
He started a rhythm slow, deep, curling his fingers on every pull back. And he kept talking. Kept guiding.
"Every time I do this," he said, pressing exactly where you needed him, "you squeeze around me. Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body knows what to do?"
"Yes- yes, Jake-"
"You're close already, aren't you?"
You couldn't lie. "Yes."
"Not yet," he said, and pulled his fingers out.
You almost cried.
"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed, kissing your forehead. "You gotta listen to me pretty and right now, I'm telling you you're not cumming until I'm inside you. You understand?"
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please, Jake- I need you-"
He smiled. That same gentle, devastating smile. "That's all you had to say."
He pulled off his own clothes in a way that should have been rushed but wasn't. Every movement was deliberate. When he was bare, he knelt between your legs and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking once, twice.
"Look at me," he said.
You looked.
"I'm going to go slow," he said. "But I'm not going to stop. If it's too much, you tell me yeah? I'll be right here through everything Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
He lined himself up, and then he pushed inside just an inch. Just enough to make you both gasp.
"Oh my god-"
"I know," he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "I know, baby. You feel- fuck- you feel so good. Better than I imagined. And I've imagined this a lot."
He pushed deeper, and your nails dug into his shoulders.
"That's it," he whispered. "Take all of me. You're doing so good. So fucking good for me."
When he was fully inside, he stopped. Just held there, letting you adjust, his breath hot and shaky against your cheek.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes- yes, please don't stop "
"I won't," he said. "I'm gonna move now. And I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away."
He started moving slow at first, then deeper, then faster in a way that was still controlled but just on the edge of messy. His hips snapped against yours, and the sound of it filled the room.
"You feel that?" he breathed. "That's me inside you. That's me taking care of you. You're not thinking about anything else right now, are you?"
You shook your head, barely able to speak.
"No," he said. "Because I've got you. I've got all of you. And you're so- god- you're so perfect like this all fucked out. Messy and loud and all mine."
His hand slid between your bodies and found you he pressed exactly where you needed him and you shattered.
"Let go for me baby," he commanded softly. "I've got you.
You did. You cum undone completely, crying out his name, and he followed right after burying his face in your neck and groaning low and long as he spilled inside you.
He didn't stop talking, even then.
"That's it," he murmured against your skin. "That's my good girl. You did so well. You took everything I gave you. I'm so proud of you."
Afterward, he didn't pull away.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand cradling the back of your head. Then he eased out slowly and gathered you against his chest.
"You okay?" he asked again.
You nodded against his shoulder, still trembling.
"Talk to me," he said softly. "I need to hear your voice."
"That was-" you started, then laughed weakly. "I can't even think."
He smiled and kissed your hair. "Good. That's what I wanted."
He pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tighter.
"You were so good for me," he said one more time. "And tomorrow, I'm gonna talk you through it all over again."
( 심재윤 ) smut cheating rough sex dirty talk pet names recording sexual acts jealousy : 699
──── in which ︵ a provocative photo sparks jealousy, boundaries are crossed, and jake makes sure someone gets proof they’ll never forget.
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"what the actual fuck is this?" your boyfriend asks, holding up your phone for you to see. the 'what' in question? jake’s pic from a while back, one hand down his shorts with a winky face emoji as the caption. you roll your eyes, pretend like it means nothing.
"it's just jake bein' jake- teasing, whatever. it's not serious" you mutter, reaching over to kiss his cheek. your boyfriend rants about boundaries. then how jake’s always a problem. twenty minutes later, he's pulling out the driveway to clear his head. a minute after that? jake’s text.
pull up. 'm bored.
and then?
you're flat on your back, head tipped against the pillows, gasping as his hips snap forward, burying his thick cock deep in your pussy with every brutal thrust. jake’s got you sprawled on his king-sized bed, sheets already tangled around your body, your legs hooked over his shoulders as he drives into you with relentless force.
“fuuuck, yeah.” jake growls, one hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise, the other holding his phone steady above you both. the screen's light flickers, capturing every slick slide of him stretching you open, the way your tits bounce with each pound.
he's recording it all- no shaky amateur bullshit, just raw, unfiltered footage of him claiming what's his. or rather, taking what's not his.
“smile for the camera, baby. your boy's gonna fuckin’ love this.”
you arch up, nails digging into his shoulders, the stretch of him inside you making your walls clench greedily.
“jake—oh fuck, harder.” you moan, voice breaking as he listens, slamming in deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. his free hand slides up to pinch your nipple, twisting just enough to send sparks straight to your core. the phone's lens catches it all: your flushed face, lips parted in pleasure, the way your pussy grips his cock like it never wants to let go.
he leans down, breath hot against your ear, not missing a beat as he grinds into you. “look at you, takin’ me so fuckin’ good. bet your lil’ boyfriend's never made you this wet, huh?” jake knows exactly what he's doing- pushing buttons, making you squirm.
he pulls back slightly, angling the phone to zoom in on where you're joined, his dick glistening with your arousal as he pulls out halfway before thrusting back in, bottoming out with a grunt.
“he's probably sittin’ there right now, overthinkin’ every damn thing.” jake taunts, his voice low and mocking, lips curling into that signature smirk.
“wondering why his girl's phone's blowin’ up with my pics. but this? this is proof, baby. your pussy's mine.” he picks up the pace, pounding into you faster, the bed creaking under the force. your legs tremble, toes curling as he hits that spot inside you over and over relentlessly. the recording picks up your whimpers, the obscene squelch of him fucking you raw.
you cry out, hands fisting the sheets, body arching off the mattress as the tension builds. “jake—fuck, 'm—” he cuts you off with a deep thrust, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles that make stars burst behind your eyelids.
“say it. tell the camera who fucks you better.” his eyes lock on yours, dark and possessive, the phone still trained on you.
“you.” you gasp, the admission spilling out as your orgasm crashes over you, walls fluttering around his cock in tight pulses.
he doesn't stop, chasing his own release, hips stuttering as he groans. “that’s fuckin’ right. your girl likes me more- likes my cock more. watch this and jerk off to it, loser.” with a final thrust, he buries himself deep, cum spilling hot inside you, filling you up as the camera captures the twitch of his hips, the way your walls milk him dry.
he holds there for a beat, breathing ragged, before pulling out slowly, the lens zooming in on your pussy, leaking his seed. “are y’sendin’ that to him?” you murmur, half-dazed, a fucked out look spread on your face. jake chuckles, dark and satisfied, thumbing the stop button.
─── we can uh-uh in it, while you drive it real far ⋆˚꩜｡
OR where you hooked up with the top f1 driver without knowing it.
pairing: f1 driver!jay x f!reader
content + warnings: one night stand, smut, porn with plot, not proofread, car sex, just... filth, unprotexted p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, he picks up the phone in the middle of sex (gulp), oral (m receiving), cum eating, he's a head pusher, riding, a little bit of choking, just overall messy - lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 2.2k / 2,236
bea speaks! i HAD to write a short smut for this photo of jay like cleanup on aisle MY PANTS
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YOUR FRIENDS ARE SCREAMING OVER THE MUSIC, waving their drinks like trophies in celebration at the fact that you finally broke up with your boyfriend.
You laugh, tossing your hair back and letting the energy wash over the sting of the past few weeks. Freedom has never felt this intoxicating.
You settle at the bar, balacing a highball on one hand while scrolling through your phone with the other.
That's when you notice him.
Not like him, like your ex.
Him.
He leans against the far end of the bar, scanning the crowd like he owns the place, drink in hand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your chest skips when you realize he was looking back at you. The subtle tilt of his head, that flicker of amusement in his eyes. He already knows the game you're about to play.
"You come here often?" he calls over the bass of the music as he strides toward you.
You roll your eyes, smirking before you can even stop yourself. "No. But freedom tastes better than I thought."
"Getting over someone?" he asks, voice low enough that it only reaches you. "Or are you just celebrating that you finally realized you're better than them?"
You blink, caught off guard. "Careful, you're dangerously close to giving me a complex."
He chuckles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Complexes are my specialty."
Your fingers curl around your drink. "I'll keep that in mind."
He leans on the bar beside you now, a smirk still plastered across his face. The way his proximity makes your pulse spike is infuriating. You’re supposed to be unattached, untouchable, free. And yet here he is, making it impossible.
“You always this… trouble?” he teases, eyes dark, scanning you like he’s memorizing every curve, every reaction.
“Maybe I just like to test limits,” you reply, tilting your head back slightly, meeting his gaze with equal fire.
His smirk grows. “Limits, huh? I think we could… uh… push them together.”
You choke back a laugh, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. Dangerous, thrilling, stupid heat. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he says, leaning closer, voice low and intimate, barely over the music. “I think we could make things… interesting.”
Your heart thuds. The air between you feels suddenly tighter, charged. And even though part of your brain screams don’t do it, the rest of you leans in.
“Interesting how?” you ask, trying to sound casual but failing.
He smirks, one eyebrow raised. “Follow me. I’ll show you.”
Before you can process, he’s holding out his hand. Your pulse hammers in your ears. The crowd, the lights, the bass—all fade into background noise as your mind screams, what the hell am I doing?
He guides you out of the club, the night air hitting your damp skin like a shock. You blink against the streetlights, and that’s when you see it: a Lamborghini.
A sleek, gleaming, impossible sports car idling at the curb, headlights cutting through the dark like it’s alive. Your jaw drops.
“Oh my god…” you whisper, heart racing.
He leans casually against it, like it’s just another accessory, like this is all perfectly normal. “Get in,” he says, hand extended.
You hesitate, half in awe, half in disbelief. “Wait… is this… yours?”
He tilts his head, smirk widening. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”
Your brain freezes, but you slide in anyway when he opens the door. When you settle in, he drives off a bit to the end of the parking lot where it was empty. Every time you looked over at him, you could feel the space between your legs get hot.
You glance over, eyes wide, pulse hammering. “You… you could literally ruin me in this car, you know that?”
He leans closer, voice low and teasing. “Oh, I know. And I plan to.”
Giving you no time to react, his lips are immediately on yours as his hand cups your face. His lips are soft and insistent against yours. When you let out a small whimper, his hand tangles in your hair and pulls your head back slightly.
The leather seats smell new and expensive, mixing with his cologne that makes your head spin.
"Fuck, you're hot."
He pulls you back in again, kissing you deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours. Your hands end up on his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his silk button-up.
He shifts in the driver seat, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. You're straddling him now, the leather seat creaking softly as you grind against him.
One of his hands slide up your thigh and under your dress, fingers pressing into your warm skin.
"You trying to kill me?" he murmurs against your lips, breath hot. "Keep grinding like that."
You roll your hips instinctively, and he groans low in his throat. His grips tightens on your thighs, guiding your movement as his hand grips the base of your neck.
"Tell me your name," he breathes between kisses, teeth grazing your bottom lip. "Wanna know who I'm fucking in my Lambo."
You almost let out a moan, but held yourself together.
"You first," you whisper, pressing your forehead against his. His eyes are dark, jaw tightening.
"Jay." His thumb traces your jawline slowly. "Now yours."
His hips buck up against yours once, testing, nd you feel he's already hard beneath you. You moan your name against him, eyes fluttering closed as he starts kissing down your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. His hands roam your body possessively, one squeezing your ass when he completely slides your dress up to hike at your stomach.
Jay's teeth sink into your collarbone and you gasp. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."
He continues to kiss down your chest as his fingers run along the hem of your panties. He pulls it back just enough to snap it back.
You start to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel his toned chest with your bare hands. His fingers work quickly to unhook your bra and push the straps down your shoulders. He pauses, taking a moment to admire you before his mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking and biting gently. His hands grip your hips tightly as he rocks his hard length against you through his tight trousers.
"Jay, don't tease," you whimper, tangling your fingers through his hair as he continues to suck on your nipple, biting down harder when you grind a little too hard.
"Impatient, aren't you?" His voice is rough as he pulls back, eyes dark with lust. He pushes your thighs further apart with his, hands slipping between them to touch you through your soaked panties. You gasp when he lightly presses on your clothed clit.
"Fuck, you're already this wet?"
You nod, already submissive under his touch. His fingers slide beneath your panties, sliding them through your folds to lather your wetness. He lets out a quiet groan before pushing two fingers into you without warning.
His phone buzzes on the dashboard, but you hold his hand in place, keeping him there. "Don't."
He gives you a sly smirk, picking up his phone and answering it as his fingers continue to plow through you. You gasp quietly, hands flying up to cover your mouth.
"Hello?"
While you continue to grind on his fingers as he curls them, he gives you a slight smirk, loving how much you're enjoying this.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm just chilling in my car. Needed a break from the loud club," he chuckles darkly, keeping eye contact with you.
Your hips twitch as he starts picking up the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit, adding onto the pleasure.
"Yeah... no, dude. I just wanted some space alone," he continues on the phone. A quiet moan escapes your lips, causing Jay to stop. You whimper at the loss of movement, grinding your hips hard against his fingers, almost bouncing yourself up and down.
Jay continues pumping his fingers into you, curling his fingers just slow enough to get you drooling.
"Okay, I gotta go now. Bye."
His thumb presses hard on your clit as he throws his phone to the side, his lips moving to your ear, licking it with precision. You let out a whine, your thighs squeezing around his wrist as your orgasm crashes into you. He catches your mouth with his, fingers still slowly pumping inside of you as you clench around him.
He pulls out his fingers and the wet sound is embarrassingly loud. He holds up his glistening hand, smirking as you watch him bring it to his lips. He licks his fingers clean without breaking eye contact, the gesture filthy.
"My turn now," you whisper, hands flying towards his belt, but he catches you in a kiss again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. A moment passes, then you climb back over to the passenger seat. You lean over, unbuckling his belt as his cock springs free. He leans his head back against the headrest to watch you play with him.
He lets out a low groan when you gently touch his cock, his hands reaching over to roam your back. You start stroking him slowly, squeezing gently every time his hips jerk. He watches you through hooded eyes, jaw tight.
When your mouth wraps around him, his hand fists your hair and pushes you down a little deeper. His back arches off the seat, thighs tensing under you.
You pull back slightly and give his tip a few kitten licks before going down again, feeling him in the back of your throat. The thought of you taking him so well made him instinctively buck his hips, thrusting into your mouth gently.
"You take me so well, baby," he moans, hand gripping tighter around your hair. His voice is strained as you continue to suck him off, but then he stops you, pulling your head back.
"Need to be inside you."
His eyes were blown, watching the string of saliva connect from his red, mushroom tip to your glistening lips. You look up at him through your wet lashes, and he felt himself cum a little to the view.
He wraps his hands around your hips and pulls you back over to straddle him again. His cock is hard and leaking against your stomach as he gently kneads your boobs, latching onto your nipple. You grab his hard length, sliding it through your wet folds, teasing him before positioning him at your entrance.
You both look down as you watch his cock slowly disappear into you, the slick sounds of your juices echoing too loudly. His hands find your hips, pushing you down onto him roughly. A loud moan escapes from between your lips as you hold onto his shoulder as an anchor.
You gasp as he starts to thrust up into you, hips slamming against yours. His free hand comes to cup around your neck, bringing you in for another rough kiss, tongue immediately intruding your mouth.
"You always do this?" you pull away just enough to ask.
He doesn't answer. He just pulls your knees up so your feet are flat on the seat, the angle making him hit deeper inside you.
"Don't get to do this much."
He kisses your mouth hungrily, biting your lip hard as he continues to fucks into you relentlessly.
"I'm so close," you moan out as he starts thrusting erratically. His hand grabs your hair, pulling your head back to leave hot kisses on your neck. When he bites on your neck, the knot in your stomach tightens, your vision turning white. He loses control at your loud moan, hips snapping up brutally as he comes deep inside of you with a groan.
"Holy fuck," he breathes out as his dick twitches, continuing to leak inside of you. He pulls you in for one last kiss as he helps you off of his dick, watching his thick cream drip out of you and soaking the seat.
The next day, you're sitting in the car with your friend Minjeong as you made your way to the F1 tournament. Having sex with Jay yesterday still engraved your mind, and you couldn't stop thinking about how he fucked you until you were sore.
Literally, Minjeong asked if you twisted an ankle at the club last night.
When you arrive at the F1 circuit, you follow your friend inside, not really caring for the event. You more-so came because she needed a plus-one since another friend bailed today.
She immediately drags you to the paddock entrance where fans were already crowding behind the barriers, waiting for the drivers to arrive. Luckily, you were able to find a spot right behind the bars on the side.
Minutes passed and finally all the drivers were walking out. Even though you didn't necessarily like F1, just the adrenaline of knowing you were able to say hi to some of them made you happy.
When the last driver walked out, the crowd got louder—if that was even possible—and you turn your head to look.
Jay.
He walks out, smiling and waving at the crowd when he locks eyes with yours. It lasted longer than a few seconds, but you knew he was thinking about last night too.
Minjeong turned to you, grabbing your arm and shaking you as she screams.
!! synopsis: it was all fun and games having the two biggest heartthrobs on campus chasing after you. jake the steady one who showed up, who waited, who looked at you like you were the only thing that made sense. and heeseung the wild one who teased, who pushed, who looked at you like he was trying to figure out what was underneath. two boys. four years. and you, stuck in the middle, never choosing, never needing to. until you had to.
!! genre: college au, love triangle, mutual pining, smut + suggestive, crack, fluff
!! warnings: jealousy, possessive behavior, alcohol consumption, smut(mdni), switch reader, soft dom + sub jake, mean dom heeseung (hes so dada), threesome, praise kink, tit play, pet names, dirty talk, oral (female + male) , piv, light spanking + choking, degrading, unprotected sex cs we young ho's (jk wrap it before u tap it pls), cum + spit play, overstimulation, squirting, mxm if u squint (mb was feelin freaky) double penetration, orgasim denial (lots of it sry), lmk if i missed anything
!! wc: 23K
!! a/n: hihihi amazing ppl i hope u enjoy reading dont hate on my queen y/n its heejake we talking abt here. I attempted to proof read while half asleep so if something doesn't make sense js ignore it ok?? ok!! shoutout to my baddie my everything the mother of my kids @arelyvn for being my motivation to try out something new js know u getting it tonight anyways happy reading!!
Students stream past you in waves, you're halfway across the quad, when you feel it. A shift in the air. The way conversations sometimes dip and rise when someone important walks by.
You don't need to look to know who it is. You've been here long enough to recognize the sound of campus adjusting to the presence of certain people. Jake and Heeseung are crossing the quad from the opposite direction, accompanied by the rest of their friends. Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon and Ni-ki, the names everyone on campus knows, the group that's been at the center of everything since freshman year. They move through the crowd like they own it, and in a way, they do.
You watch them as they pass. Jay is mid-rant about something while Sunghoon is beside him, pretending to listen. Sunoo is laughing at something on his phone, his head thrown back, and Jungwon is trying to grab the phone from him. Ni-ki is walking backward in front of them all, saying something that makes Jay throw his hands up even more, and something that makes Sunghoon look away from the crowd and pay attention.
And then there's Jake and Heeseung. Jake is the one people notice first. Something about him draws the eye without demanding it. He's got his hands in his jacket pockets, his head tilted as he listens to whatever Ni-ki is saying. He's the kind of person who makes you feel seen without trying. People have been talking about Jake since freshman year, about how he helped that transfer student find her way to the dining hall during the first week, about how he stayed up all night helping Sunghoon study for a final, about how he's the reason their group became a group in the first place.
People have been talking about Heeseung for just as long. They talk about the way he plays basketball, the way he's been scouted since his first season. Where Jake makes you feel safe, Heeseung makes you feel like you're standing at the edge of something dangerous. He walks with his eyes scanning the crowd like he's looking for something or someone and when his gaze passes over you, it lingers for just a second longer than it should. He's been doing that for four years.
You've known them both for four years. You've watched them become the people everyone talks about. You've heard the whispers of the girls who want Jake's attention, the ones who want Heeseung's, the ones who want both and the girls who've tried and fail to get there attention. And you've been in the middle of it. Not by choice, maybe, though you've never exactly stepped out of it either. You've let them orbit you, let them watch you, let them want you. You've told yourself it doesn't mean anything, that you're not doing anything wrong by letting them both stay close. And that you're not responsible for what they feel, that you're not leading anyone on, that you're just existing in the space between two people who have been there for four years. The problem is you're not sure you believe yourself anymore.
The library is quiet when you get there, the way you like it. You find your usual table near the window, spread out your books, and try to focus on the reading you've been avoiding for three days. You make it ten minutes before a coffee cup appears in your peripheral vision. You look up. Heeseung slides into the chair across from you. Oat milk vanilla latte. Exactly how you like it.
"I didn't ask for coffee."
"You didn't have to." He leans back, stretching his arms behind his head, and you try not to notice the way his shirt pulls across his chest. "You always come here on Tuesdays. You always get tired around ten. You always need a second cup."
You wrap your hands around the cup, letting the warmth seep into your palms. "That's creepy."
"It's observant. There's a difference."
"There really isn't." He grins. It's the same grin he's been giving you for four years. The one that says he's always a step ahead, that he's been watching you long enough to know exactly how to get under your skin. A puzzle you can't quite solve.
"Are you going tonight?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Why? Thought you hate Sunghoon's parties."
"I don't hate them. I tolerate them." He leans forward, elbows on the table, and his voice drops. "I'm going because you'll be there."
You hold his gaze. Four years ago, that kind of line would have made your stomach flip. Now, you've learned to meet him where he is. "You always say that."
"Because it's always true."
You try to hold back a smile. He catches it of course and his grin softens into something that looks almost genuine.
"See you tonight," he says, standing.
He's halfway to the door when you call after him. "Heeseung."
He turns.
"The coffee's cold."
He laughs, a real laugh the kind you don't hear often and pushes through the exit. Leaving you alone with your lukewarm latte and the strange, familiar ache in your chest.
You sit there for another twenty minutes, staring at the same page. When you finally pack up your books and head for the exit, not paying attention. You push through the doors, your eyes on your phone, your mind still tangled up in thoughts you don't want to name, and you walk directly into someone's chest.
"Watch-"
You look up. Jake.
He steadies you with a hand on your arm, his grip gentle, his face shifting from surprise to something warmer when he realizes it's you. "Sorry," he says, his hand still on your arm. "I wasn't looking."
"I wasn't either."
He doesn't let go right away. His thumb brushes your sleeve, a small, absent movement, like he's not even thinking about it. His eyes are warm in the afternoon light, the kind of warm that makes you forget you were in a hurry to leave.
"You okay?" he asks. "You look like you're somewhere else."
You pull back, tuck your hair behind your ear. "Just tired. Long week."
He nods slowly. He doesn't push. That's one of the things you've always loved about Jake.
"Sunghoon's party," he says. "You going?"
You laugh, a little breathless. "You're the third person to ask me that."
"Third?"
"Heeseung asked. Yunjin asked. Now you."
His expression doesn't change at the mention of Heeseung. You're not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. "So what did you tell them?"
"I told them I'd think about it, but I'll most likely be there."
He smiles and steps aside to let you pass, but as you move by him, his hand brushes yours. Barely anything. But you feel it.
"I hope you come," he says, and there's something in his voice that makes you stop.
You turn to look at him. "Why?"
He holds your gaze. "Because I always have a better time when you're there."
You don't know what to say to that or why your body wants to step closer. Instead, you smile. "I'll think about it," you say again, and this time, it sounds like a promise.
He's still watching you when you walk away. You can feel his eyes on your back, warm and steady, and you let yourself wonder, for just a moment, what it would be like to stop pretending.
You're halfway across the quad when your phone buzzes. You pull it out of your pocket, expecting Yunjin or your mom or one of the dozen group chats you've muted and forgotten about. It's Heeseung. Don't think about it too hard. Just show up.
Your thumb hovers over the keyboard. You type out a response, delete it, type another, delete that too. Finally, you settle on: I'll be there.
His response comes almost immediately. Good.
You shove your phone back in your pocket and keep walking, your heart pounding, your mind racing, the weight of the weekend pressing down on you like something you're not ready to carry.
Sunghoon's party is in full swing by the time you arrive. The apartment is packed, bodies pressed together in the kitchen and the living room and the hallway. Fairy lights are strung across the ceiling, casting everything in warm gold, and someone has set up a makeshift dance floor. You walk in like you own the place. Because you do. You've been coming here for four years. You know where Sunghoon keeps the good alcohol, which corner of the couch is most comfortable. You know these people. You know this room. You know exactly what you're doing here.
Yunjin finds you immediately, her hand closing around your wrist, pulling you toward the kitchen. "You're late."
"I'm never late."
"You're always late. Drink this." She shoves a cup into your hand. "Sunoo made his special punch. It's terrible but it's strong."
You take a sip. It is terrible. But it's also strong, and you're here, and the music is loud enough to drown out the voice in your head that's been asking too many questions lately. You let Yunjin pull you through the crowd, introducing you to people you've already met, making you laugh at jokes you've already heard. She's in her element tonight, bright and loud and impossible to ignore, and you're happy to let her take the lead. But your eyes are moving.
Jake is across the room, leaning against the wall, a cup in his hand. He's talking to Niki, but his eyes find you almost immediately, like he knew exactly where you'd be. He smiles, small and easy, and you smile back before looking away. Heeseung is on the other side of the room, near the windows. He's not talking to anyone. He's just watching, the way he always watches, his hands in his jacket pockets, his face unreadable. When your eyes meet, he doesn't smile. He just tilts his head, a small gesture, a question you don't know how to answer. You look away first.
An hour later, you're on the dance floor. The music has shifted to something slower, heavier, the kind of beat that settles into your bones and makes you want to move. You're dancing with Yunjin at first, then with Sakura, then with no one in particular, just letting the music move through you.
You feel someone behind you before you see them. A hand on your waist, light, questioning. You turn. Jake is there, close enough that you can see the slight flush on his cheeks from the heat of the room.
"Dance with me," he says. It's not a question.
You raise an eyebrow. "That sounded like an order."
He grins. "Is it working?"
You let him pull you closer, his hands settling on your waist, yours finding his shoulders. He's warm, steady, the way he's always been. His hands are careful, respectful, the hands of someone who has been waiting for a long time and isn't going to rush now that he's here.
"You're a good dancer," you say.
"I'm a terrible dancer. You're just easy to move with."
You laugh, and his hands tighten on your waist, just enough for you to feel it. Across the room, you see Heeseung watching. His arms are crossed, his face unreadable, but there's something in his posture that tells you he's not as casual as he's pretending to be.
You smile at Jake. You lean in close, your lips brushing his ear. "He's watching."
Jake doesn't turn. He doesn't need to. "I know."
"Does that bother you?"
His hands slide down your waist, just slightly, just enough to pull you closer. "Not tonight."
You dance for another song, maybe two. Jake's hands stay on your waist, his eyes stay on your face, and for a moment, you let yourself exist in this space, in the warmth of him, in the steadiness of his hands. When the song ends, you pull back. He doesn't let go immediately.
"I'm getting a drink," you say.
He releases you slowly, his fingers trailing down your arm, your wrist, your hand. "I'll find you."
You know he will.
You're at the makeshift bar in the kitchen when Heeseung appears beside you. He doesn't say anything at first. He just stands there, close enough that his arm brushes yours, far enough that you could pretend you don't notice.
"Jake looked happy," he says.
"He usually does."
"Not like that." Heeseung turns to look at you. His face is close, closer than you expected, his eyes dark in the low light. "He only looks like that when you're around."
You hold his gaze. "And you?"
He doesn't answer. He reaches past you, his arm brushing your waist, and grabs a bottle from the counter. When he pulls back, he's close enough that you can smell whatever cologne he's wearing.
"What do you want, Heeseung?"
He looks at you for a long moment. Then he smiles, and it's not his usual smirk. It's something else, something that makes your stomach tighten.
"You," he says. "But I'm not the one you're dancing with tonight."
You could let it go. You could walk away, find Yunjin, pretend this conversation didn't happen. But you've been running for four years, and you're tired of running. You step closer. Close enough that your chest almost touches his. Close enough that you have to tilt your head to meet his eyes.
"Then stop watching," you say, "and do something about it."
His breath catches. You see it the moment his control slips. His hand comes up, his fingers brushing your waist, your hip, pulling you toward him.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he says, his voice low.
"Am I winning?"
He laughs, low and rough, and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. His face is close, his lips inches from yours, his hand tight on your waist. But he doesn't kiss you. He pulls back, just enough to breathe.
"You're going to be the death of me," he says.
He disappears into the crowd before you can respond.
You later find Yunjin on the couch, her legs draped over Jay's lap, a glass of wine in her hand. She looks at you with the particular expression she gets when she knows something you don't want her to know.
"What?" you say.
"Nothing." She takes a sip of wine. "Just watching you work."
"I'm not working."
"Oh babes you're working alright." She grins. "Jake danced with you for twenty minutes. Heeseung looked like he wanted to eat you alive. And you're standing here like you didn't do anything."
You settle onto the couch beside her. "I didn't do anything."
"That's what you think."
She laughs, and you laugh, and the night moves on.
Later, much later, you find yourself on the back patio. The air is cool, a welcome relief after the heat of the house. The city is quiet, the stars faint overhead, and for a moment, you're alone. But you're not alone for long.
Jake appears beside you, his hands in his pockets, his face half lit by the light from the house. He doesn't say anything at first. He just stands beside you, close enough to touch, far enough to let you breathe.
"You had fun tonight," he says.
"I always have fun."
"You had more fun than usual." He turns to look at you. "Heeseung looked like he wanted to kill me when I was dancing with you."
You laugh. "Heeseung always looks like that."
"Not like that." He steps closer. "Not when it's you."
You look at him. At the person who waited, who showed up, who never asked for anything except the chance to be near you.
"You're staring," you say.
"You're worth staring at."
He leans in. His forehead touches yours. His breath is warm on your lips.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks.
You think about the years of not choosing, of running back and forth, of being too scared to want what you wanted. "Yes," you say.
He kisses you. It's soft, gentle, the way he's always been. His hands cup your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones, and he kisses you like you're something precious, something worth waiting for. You kiss him back. Your hands find his chest, his shoulders, his hair. You pull him closer, and the kiss deepens, and for a moment, you forget about everything else.
He pulls back first, his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven.
"That was-" he starts.
"Don't ruin the mood Jake."
He laughs, low and warm. "I was going to say perfect."
You smile. "Yeah? Need you so bad Jake."
Your words seemed to be the final straw for Jake, as he's tugging you from the porch to his car and before you know it in his apartment.
Jake's apartment is quiet. The windows are open, letting in the cool spring air, the sound of the city muffled to a distant hum. His room is clean in a nice comforting way. He's standing in the middle of the room, watching you. His hands are shoved in his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched, his hair falling across his forehead. He looks nervous. He looks like he's been waiting for this moment for years and now that it's here, he doesn't know what to do with himself.
"You're staring again," you say.
"You're worth staring at yet again."
You move toward him slowly, watching his face, watching the way his eyes track your movements, the way his chest rises and falls a little faster with each step you take. You stop when you're close enough to touch, close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough to see the slight twitch in his hands.
"What do you want tonight?" you ask.
His throat works. His hands come out of his pockets, hovering at his sides like he's not sure where to put them. "I want to try something."
"What kind of something?"
His jaw sets. He straightens his shoulders, lifts his chin. There's something determined in his expression, something that looks like he's been practicing for this. "I want to be in control and have you in ways I've always dreamed," he says.
You raise an eyebrow. "Is that right?"
He steps closer. His hand finds your waist, his fingers pressing into your hip, and he pulls you toward him. His other hand comes up to your face, tilting your chin, making you look at him. "Yeah," he says, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. "I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel good. I want to be the one who decides how fast this goes."
You let him hold you. You let him tilt your chin, let him press his body against yours, let him try to fill the space the way he thinks he's supposed to. He's trying so hard. You can see it in the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way he's holding himself like he's playing a role he doesn't quite know.
He leans in to kiss you. It's harder than usual, more demanding, his tongue sliding against yours, his hand tight on your hip. He's trying to set the pace, trying to be the one who leads, trying to be rough in a way that doesn't come naturally to him. You kiss him back. You let him have this. For now.
He walks you backward toward the bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours, his hands everywhere from your waist, your back, your thighs. He's trying to be commanding, trying to push, trying to be the one who decides. But there's a hesitation in his touch, a carefulness that betrays him. He pulls at your shirt like he's not sure how hard to pull. His fingers tremble against your skin. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps that sound more desperate than dominant.
When your back hits the bedroom door, he presses into you, his body hard against yours, his mouth on your neck. "I've been thinking about this all night," he says against your skin. "About taking my time with you. About making you beg for it."
You bite your lip to keep from smiling. "Is that so?"
He pulls back to look at you. His eyes are dark, lips a plump cherry red his chest heaving, his hands pressed against the door on either side of your head. He's trying so hard to look commanding, trying to look like he knows what he's doing, trying to be someone he's not.
You reach up, your fingers tracing his jaw. He leans into your touch without thinking, his eyes fluttering closed, his whole body softening under your hand. "Jake," you say softly. He opens his eyes. "You're not very good at this."
He blinks. "What?"
You push against his chest. He stumbles back, surprised, and you step forward, reversing your positions. His back hits the door. Your hands press against his chest, holding him there. "You're trying to be someone you're not," you say. "You're trying to be rough. Trying to be in control. Trying to be the one who decides."
His throat works. His hands hang at his sides. "I want to be what you need."
You slide your hands up his chest, his shoulders, his neck. Your fingers thread into his hair, tilting his head back the way he did to you. "What I need," you say, your mouth close to his ear, "is you. Not some version of you that you think I want. Just you."
His breath catches. His hands find your waist, but they're not pushing, not pulling. They're holding on.
"You want to be in control tonight?" you ask. He nods. His eyes are wide, his lips parted. "You're not going to get it."
You kiss him. It's soft at first, teasing, your tongue tracing his lower lip, your fingers tightening in his hair. He makes a sound against your mouth something between a gasp and a whimper and his hands tighten on your waist, but he doesn't push. He doesn't pull. He just holds on.
You pull back. Look at him. "You want to be good for me?"
His eyes are glassy, his chest heaving. "Yes."
"Then do what I say."
He nods. His hands fall to his sides.
You step back. Look at him. His shirt is rumpled, his hair a mess, his lips swollen from kissing. He's standing against the door like he's waiting for something, like he'd do anything you asked.
"Take off your shirt."
He reaches for the hem, pulls it over his head. His skin is warm in the low light, his chest bare, his muscles tensing and relaxing under your gaze. He drops the shirt on the floor, his hands falling back to his sides.
"Good," you say. "Now the pants."
He fumbles with the button, his fingers clumsy, his eyes never leaving your face. The pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them, kicks them aside, stands in front of you in nothing but his boxers. His chest is still heaving, his hands shaking, his whole body strung tight.
You circle him slowly. His shoulders are tense, his breathing shallow, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. You run your fingers down his back, feel the muscles jump beneath your touch, hear the sharp intake of his breath. "You've been waiting for this," you say. "Haven't you?"
His voice is hoarse. "Four years."
You stop behind him, press your chest against his back, your mouth close to his ear. "Then stop trying to be in control. Let me take care of you."
He shudders. His head falls forward, his hands braced against the door.
You reach around, your fingers finding the waistband of his boxers. You pull them down slowly, feeling his breath catch, feeling his body tremble beneath your hands. The boxers fall to the floor. He steps out of them, kicks them aside, and then he's bare, his skin warm, his body hard, his heart pounding so hard you can see it in his neck.
You turn him around. He's fully hard tip already leaking, his eyes dark and wide. He looks at you like you're the only thing in the world.
You push him toward the bed. He goes willingly, his legs unsteady, his eyes never leaving your face. When his knees hit the edge, he falls back onto the mattress, his arms bracing himself.
You climb onto the bed, kneel between his legs. His thighs are warm beneath your hands, his muscles tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You run your fingers up the inside of his thighs, feel him shiver, hear the small sound that escapes his throat.
"Lay back," you say. He lays back. His hands fist in the sheets. His chest rises and falls, his whole body waiting.
You wrap your hand around him. He's hot, heavy, pulsing beneath your fingers. His hips jerk up, a desperate, involuntary movement, and he makes a sound that's a whimper.
You stroke him slowly, watching his face. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's already falling apart, already losing himself, and you've barely touched him.
"Look at me pretty boy," you say. He opens his eyes. They're dark, glazed, barely focused.
You lean down, your tongue tracing the head of him. He gasps, his hands flying to your hair, but he doesn't pull. He doesn't push. He holds on like you're the only thing keeping him grounded.
You take him into your mouth. The sound he makes is desperate, broken, your name caught in his throat. His hips jerk up again, but he stops himself, his hands trembling in your hair, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding still. You move slowly, your tongue circling, your lips tight, your hand working what your mouth can't reach. You feel him pulse on your tongue, hear his breath turn to ragged gasps, feel his thighs trembling beneath your hands.
"I'm not going to-" His voice breaks. "I'm going to-"
You pull back. Just before he falls over the edge.
He whimpers. His hips buck up, searching for your mouth, your hand, anything. "Please-"
You stroke him slowly, watching his face. His head is thrown back, his jaw slack, his hands fisted in the sheets. "Please," he says again. "Please, I need-"
"You need what?"
"I need to cum. Please. I've been waiting-I've been-" His voice cracks. His hips jerk up, desperate, searching.
You lean down, take him in your mouth again. His whole body arches off the bed, a broken sound tearing from his throat. You work him fast now, your hand moving with your mouth, feeling him swell, feeling his thighs shake, feeling his control slip away.
"I'm-" His voice is barely a word. "I'm-"
You pull back again.
He cries out. His hands fly to his face, covering his eyes, his whole body trembling. "Please- I- mmm stop being so mean," he whispers. "Please, I can't-I need-"
You climb up his body, straddle his hips. His hands fall away from his face, his eyes finding yours. They're wet. His cheeks are flushed, his lips parted, his whole body open and waiting.
"You want to cum?" you ask. He nods. "Then beg."
His hands grip your thighs. His voice is hoarse, broken. "Please. Please, I'll do anything. I've been waiting for four years. I've been wanting you for four years. Please let me- please let me feel you-"
You reach between your legs, position him at your entrance. His hips buck up, desperate, but you hold him down. "Say my name."
"Y/N." His voice cracks. "Y/N, please-"
You sink down onto him.
He cries out. His back arches, his hands grip your thighs, his head falls back against the pillows. You move slowly at first, watching his face, watching the way his eyes roll back, his jaw slack, the rise and fall of his chest. "You feel so good," he gasps. "So good-"
You move faster. His hands slide up your thighs, your hips, your waist. He's not trying to control. He's just holding on, his fingers pressing into your skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I'm close," he says. "I'm so close-"
You slow down. He groans, his head thrashing against the pillows. "Not yet," you say. "Please," he begs. You start moving again, fast, hard, watching his face, watching the way his control slips, the way his body strains beneath you.
"I'm going to-" His voice is desperate. "I can't-"
You slow down again.
He sobs. His hands grip your thighs, his nails digging in, his whole body shaking. "Please," he begs. "Please, I need to cum. I need-"
You lean down, your mouth close to his ear. "Flip us over."
He moves before you finish the sentence. His hands find your waist, rolling you onto your back, settling between your legs. His breaths coming out unbalanced, his face flushed, his eyes wild. He looks down at you. His hands are trembling. His whole body is trembling. "Can I?" he asks, his voice rough. "Can I-"
You nod.
He pushes into you fast moving even faster. Deeper than before. His forehead is pressed against yours, his breath hot on your lips, his hands tangled in your hair. Each thrust deliberate, each movement pulling sounds from your throat you didn't know you could make.
"You feel that?" His voice is low, rough. "You feel what you do to me?"
You nod. You can't speak.
He moves even faster. His rhythm is sloppy, uncontrolled, the kind of rhythm that comes from someone who's found his place and found his pace. "I've got you princess," he says. "I've got you."
His hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding you, working you in time with his thrusts. The pressure builds, spiraling, tightening, until you can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything except feel.
"I want to feel you cum," he says. "I want to feel you fall apart on me."
You shatter. Your body clenches around him, your nails dig into his back, his name tears from your throat. He follows a moment later, his face buried in your neck, his body shuddering against yours, his voice breaking on your name.
He collapses beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him. His chest is heaving, his skin slick with sweat, his heart pounding so hard you can feel it through his ribs. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The room is quiet, the city distant, the world reduced to the space between you.
He lifts his head, looks at you. His face is soft, open, the way it only is when it's just the two of you. "You did that on purpose," he says.
You smile. "Did what?"
"Edged me. Made me beg." His fingers trace patterns on your skin. "You liked that."
"You liked it too."
He laughs, low and warm. "I loved it." He pulls you closer, his arm tight around your waist, his face buried in your hair. You close your eyes. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, his breath warm on your skin, his arms holding you like you're something precious. He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
You smile against his chest. "Good."
The library is quiet in that particular way it gets on Thursday afternoons. You're at your usual table near the window, your books spread out around you. You've been staring at the same page for thirty minutes, your mind elsewhere, replaying the party. Jake's hands on your waist. Heeseung's voice in your ear.
You're still thinking about it when a coffee cup appears in your peripheral vision. You don't need to look up. You know that cup. You know that hand. You look up. He's sliding into the chair across from you, his jacket unzipped, his hair still damp from a shower. He looks tired, the shadows under his eyes darker than usual, but there's something in his face that makes your chest tighten.
You take a sip of the coffee. It's perfect. It's always perfect.
"Why are you here, Heeseung?" you ask. "It's three o'clock on a Thursday. You don't come to the library. You've never come to the library."
He shrugs, but there's something in his expression that shifts. "Maybe I wanted to see you."
"You see me every day."
"I see you across the quad. I see you in the dining hall. I see you dancing with Jake at parties." You notice the way his jaw tightens, just slightly at the mention of Jake. "That's not the same as seeing you."
You don't know what to say to that. You don't know what to do with the weight of his words, the way he's looking at you.
He leans forward, his elbows on the table, his voice dropping. "There's a game this weekend. Last one of the season. Scouts are coming."
You raise your eyebrows. "Scouts?"
"Professional teams. They've been watching me for a while." He shrugs, like it's not a big deal, like it's not the thing he's been working toward his whole life.
"Heeseung, that's huge."
"It's just a game."
"It's not just a game and you know it."
He's quiet for a moment. His eyes are fixed on something outside the window, something you can't see. When he looks back at you, his face is different. Softer. More open. "I want you there."
You stare at him. "What?"
"The game. I want you to come." He says it like it's simple, like it's the easiest thing in the world. Like he hasn't been watching you for four years, like he hasn't been waiting, like he hasn't been standing on the edge of something he's not sure he's allowed to want.
"You want me to come to your game."
"I want you to be there." He leans back in his chair, his eyes don't leave your face. "I've been playing for four years. Every game, I look for you in the stands. Even when I know you're not there."
Your chest tightens. "Heeseung-"
"You don't have to say anything." His voice is quiet now, almost careful. "I'm not asking you for anything. I'm not asking you to choose. I'm just asking you to be there. For one game."
"I'll think about it," you say.
He nods slowly. "That's not a no."
"That's not a yes either."
He stands up, pushing his chair back, grabbing his coffee. He's halfway to the door when he turns back. "It's Saturday. Six o'clock. The gym." He pauses. "I hope to see you."
He's gone before you can respond. The door swings shut behind him, and you're left alone with a heart that won't stop pounding.
Saturday comes faster than you expect. The gym is packed when you arrive. The stands are overflowing, students crammed into every seat, people standing along the walls, the air thick with anticipation. There are faces you don't recognize in the front row men in suits with clipboards, scouts from teams you've only seen on TV. The energy is different from the other games. Heavier. Like everyone in this room knows they're about to witness something.
You find a seat near the middle this time. Not hiding. Not tucked away. You want him to see you.
Heeseung is on the court, warming up. He's focused in a way you've never seen, his movements sharp, precise, like he's running through every play in his head before the game even starts. He doesn't look at the stands. He doesn't look at the scouts. He just moves.
The game begins. It's brutal from the start. The other team is good, better than anyone expected. They double team Heeseung every time he touches the ball, throw everything they have at him. For the first half, it works. He's frustrated, you can see it in the set of his jaw, the way his hands clench at his sides when he comes off the court.
At halftime, the score is tied. Heeseung sits on the bench, his head in his hands. You watch him. You watch the coach crouch beside him, say something you can't hear. Heeseung nods. He looks up. He looks at you.
For a moment, everything else fades. The noise, the crowd, the pressure. He looks at you like you're the only thing keeping him grounded. You give him a small smile with a little nod. Just once. He nods back.
The second half is different. Heeseung comes out like a different player. His movements are faster, sharper, like something has unlocked inside him. He drives past defenders, sinks shots from impossible angles, directs his teammates with confidence. The crowd feels it too the shift, the electricity.
The score tightens. The clock winds down. Ninety seconds left. Heeseung's team is down by two. He takes the ball. He drives. Defenders close in on all sides, three of them, bodies pressing against him, hands reaching. He should pass. Everyone in the gym knows he should pass. But he doesn't. He jumps.
The ball arcs through the air. Time slows. The crowd holds its breath. The ball hits the backboard, spins on the rim once, twice- Drops through.
The gym explodes. He stands there for a moment, frozen, the noise washing over him. Then he looks up. He finds you. His face breaks into something you've never seen before pure, unguarded joy. He points at you, just a finger raised, a gesture that says I did this for you. His teammates mob him, lift him onto their shoulders. You stay in your seat, your heart pounding, they won. He won.
After the game, you wait for him outside the locker room. The hallway is empty, the crowd long gone, the noise of the celebration faded to a distant echo. You lean against the wall, your hands in your pockets, trying to calm your heart.
A player you recognize from the team walks out, his bag over his shoulder. He sees you, stops. "You looking for Heeseung?" You nod. He grins. "He's in there. Took the longest shower of his life. Said he needed to cool down." He nods toward the door. "Go ahead. He won't mind." He disappears down the hallway before you can respond.
The locker room door is heavy. You push it open slowly, the sound echoing off the walls. It's empty. The benches are covered with towels, the air thick with the smell of soap and sweat. You hear water running from somewhere in the back, the hiss of a shower, the low hum of someone humming under their breath. You follow the sound.
Heeseung is standing at the sinks, his back to you, a towel slung low on his hips. His hair is wet, dripping onto his shoulders, onto his back, onto the floor. His skin is still flushed from the shower, still warm, still damp. The muscles in his shoulders move as he reaches for something on the counter, a roll of tape, a bottle of something you don't recognize. Water drips down his spine, following the line of his back, disappearing into the towel at his waist.
You can't breathe. You can't move. You can't stop watching.
He turns. He sees you.
For a moment, neither of you moves. The water drips from his hair onto his chest, trails down his stomach, disappears. His chest is still heaving from the game, from the shower, from whatever he was thinking about before you walked in. His arms are bare, the muscles defined in a way you've only imagined, his skin warm and damp and close enough to touch.
"You came," he says. His voice is rough, lower than usual.
"I said I would."
He takes a step toward you. Water drips from his hair onto his shoulders. "You watched?"
"Every second."
"You saw the shot?"
You nod. "I saw it."
He takes another step. He's close enough now that you can smell the soap on his skin, something clean and sharp. Close enough that you can see the water still clinging to his collarbone, his chest, the hollow of his throat.
"I made that shot for you," he says. "Every point. Every play. I did it for you."
Your heart stops. "Heeseung-"
"You want to know why I asked you to come? Why I needed you here?" His hand comes up, his fingers brushing your cheek, leaving a trail of water on your skin. "Because I can't do anything without thinking about you. I can't play without looking for you in the stands. I can't breathe without wondering if you're thinking about me too."
His hand slides into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. His face is close, so close you can feel his breath on your lips, warm and uneven. "I've been waiting for four years," he says. "I've been watching you with him. Watching you not choose. Watching you pretend you don't feel this. And I can't do it anymore."
"Feel what?" Your voice is barely a whisper.
He responds by kissing you. It's not soft, not careful, not gentle. It's the kind of kiss that's been building for four years, the kind of kiss that doesn't have room for hesitation. His hands are in your hair, your waist, pulling you against him, and his skin is warm and wet and you can feel every inch of him pressed against you. You kiss him back. Your hands find his chest, his shoulders, his neck, pulling him closer, and he makes a sound against your mouth that sends heat flooding through your body.
He pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. His skin is hot beneath your hands, his heart pounding so hard you can feel it.
"You're still wet," you say.
He laughs, low and rough. "You're not complaining."
Your hands slide down his chest, following the trail of water, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers. His breath catches. His hands tighten on your waist. "If you keep doing that," he says, "I'm not going to be able to stop."
You look at him. His hair is dripping onto your face, his skin flushed, his eyes dark. He's shirtless, wet, close enough to touch, and you've never wanted anything more. "Then don't stop."
His hands slide down your body, finding the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. His mouth follows, hot against your collarbone, your shoulder, the space between your breasts. He kisses like he's been waiting his whole life for this, like he's memorizing every inch of you. Your back hits the lockers behind you, metal cold against your skin, and he presses into you, his body warm and solid and everywhere.
"Four years," he breathes against your neck. "Four fucking years I've wanted this. Wanted you."
You pull his face up, kiss him again, and he groans into your mouth, his hands sliding down your back, your hips, your thighs. He lifts you without effort, your legs wrapping around his waist, your back against the lockers, his body pressed against yours. "You have no idea," he says, "what you do to me."
"Then show me Hee."
He kisses you again, and you let yourself fall.
You look at him. His hair is drying, curling at the ends. His face is open, vulnerable. His lips linger on yours for a moment longer, like he's not ready to let go. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, his breathing uneven. The locker room is quiet around you, the celebration moved somewhere else. It's just the two of you, the lights humming overhead, the smell of soap and sweat still clinging to his skin.
"We should probably get out of here," he says, but he doesn't move. His arm is still around your waist, his fingers still tracing circles on your hip.
"Probably," you agree. You don't move either.
He looks at you for a long moment. Something shifts in his expression something that looks like decision. "Come with me," he says.
You raise an eyebrow. "Where?"
"My dorm. It's closer." He pauses, his thumb stilling on your hip. "Unless you want to go back to your place."
"Your dorm," you say.
He smiles. It's small, real, the smile he only lets you see. He stands up, pulls you with him, his hands finding yours. His palms are warm, his fingers interlacing with yours like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Let's go," he says.
The walk to his dorm is quiet. Heeseung's hand is in yours. His thumb traces patterns on your skin, absent, unconscious, like he's not even thinking about it. His jacket is draped over your shoulders, he put it there before you left the locker room, his hands lingering on your arms, his breath warm on your neck. "You're cold," he had said. "I'm fine." "You're shivering." He had wrapped the jacket around you, pulled it tight, his hands resting on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. The jacket smells like him. You've been breathing it in ever since.
Now you walk side by side, not talking, not needing to. The silence between you is comfortable, the kind of silence that comes before something you've been waiting for. You look at him. His face is half-lit, half-shadowed, the streetlight catching the angles of his jaw, the curve of his lips. His hair is almost dry now, falling across his forehead. He's looking at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. Then he leads you inside.
His dorm is small. The room is cluttered in that particular way boys' rooms are clothes draped over a chair, textbooks stacked on the desk, a basketball in the corner that you know he's had since freshman year. He closes the door behind you. The lock clicks. The sound echoes in the quiet room.
He moves toward you slowly, like he's giving you time to change your mind. His hands find your waist, his fingers settling on the fabric of his jacket, still wrapped around you. His face is close, close enough that you can see the sparkle in his eyes, the slight tremor in his hands. "You have no idea," he says, "how long I've wanted this."
You reach up, your fingers brushing his jaw. His skin is warm, slightly rough, and he leans into your touch like he's been waiting for it. "Then stop talking about it," you say.
He kisses you. It's different from the locker room. Slower. Deeper. His hands slide under his jacket, finding your waist, your hips, pulling you against him. Your back hits the door, and he presses into you, his body warm and solid, his mouth moving against yours like he's learning you, memorizing you. His hands push the jacket off your shoulders. It falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. His mouth is on your neck, your collarbone, your throat, and every kiss sends heat flooding through your body.
"We should move to the bed," he murmurs against your skin.
"Then move."
He laughs, picks you up, carries you across the room. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and he lays you down on his bed, the sheets cool against your back, his body warm above you. He pulls back just enough to look at you. His hair is falling across his forehead, his eyes dark. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says. "You have no idea."
You pull him down, kiss him, and let yourself fall.
"You think about me when you're with him?" His thumb traces your jaw, tilting your face up. "When he's inside you, are you thinking about me?" You shake your head. "I don't-" "Don't lie to me, thought I wasn't going to find out that a pretty girl like you is out messing with a boy who cant handle all this?"His voice is soft, almost gentle, but his hand tightens on your throat. Just enough. Just enough to make your head spin. "I can smell him on you. I can see it in your eyes. You've been thinking about me this whole time. Wondering what it would be like if I was the one making you fall apart."
Your knees go weak. He feels it, pulls you closer, his thigh pressing between your legs. "That's what you want, isn't it?" His mouth is at your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "You want me to take over. You want me to make you forget his name."
"He was just-"
He cuts you off with a kiss. Hard. Deep. His tongue slides against yours, and his hands are everywhere your hair, your waist, your thighs. He kisses like he's claiming you, like he's erasing every other touch you've ever felt. His teeth catch your lower lip, pulling, biting down just enough to make you moan into his mouth. When he pulls back, you're breathless. Your head spins. Your hands find his shoulders just to steady yourself, but he grabs your wrists, pins them above your head.
"You want to know what I thought about all night?" His thumb traces your lower lip, pulling it down, watching the way your breath hitches. "I thought about getting you alone. Thought about taking you apart. Thought about making you forget your own name. Thought about the sounds you'd make when I finally got my hands on you."
Your knees go weak. He notices. His mouth curves into something that's not quite a smile but something darker, hungrier. "That's what you want, isn't it? You want someone to take control. Someone to tell you what to do. Someone to make you stop thinking for once. Someone who knows exactly how to take you apart."
You swallow. Your throat is dry. Your wrists are still pinned above your head, his grip firm enough that you couldn't move even if you wanted to. "Yes Hee."
His hands drop to the hem of your shirt. He pulls it over your head in one motion, and the cool air hits your skin. His eyes move down your body, slow, deliberate, like he's cataloging every inch of you. His gaze lingers on your breasts, on the way your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. "Good," he says. "Because tonight, you don't get to think. You don't get to decide. You don't get to do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?"
You nod.
His hands move down your body, finding the waistband of your pants. He pulls them off slow, his eyes never leaving your face. Your underwear follows, and then you're bare beneath him, your chest heaving, your thighs pressed together, your body aching for his touch. He spreads your legs. His hand slides between them, his fingers finding you wet and ready.
"So wet for me," he says. "You've been thinking about this all night, haven't you?"
"Fuck yes I have."
"What were you thinking about? Tell me."
His finger slides inside you, slow, and you gasp. "Thinking about-about your hands. Your mouth. The way you-"
His finger curls, finds the spot that makes your hips buck. "The way I what?"
"The way you take control." Your voice is barely a whisper. "Mmmm the way you make me feel like nothing else matters."
He adds a second finger. His thumb finds your clit, circles it slow, and the sounds coming out of your mouth are desperate, broken, nothing you've ever heard yourself make before. "You take it so well," he says. "You're so good for me. So fucking perfect."
His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder, and the pressure building in your belly is too much, not enough, everything you've been waiting for. "Look at me," he says. "I want to see your face when you cum."
You open your eyes. He's watching you, his eyes dark, his mouth parted, his hand working between your legs. "That's it," he says. "Let go. Cum for me."
You shatter. Your body clenches around his fingers, your back arches off the bed, his name rips from your throat. He doesn't stop. He keeps moving, keeps pressing, keeps pushing you higher, until the waves of your orgasm are still rolling through you and he's still not done. "You can give me more," he says. "I know you can." You shake your head. "I can't-" "You can." His fingers curl inside you, his thumb presses harder. "You're going to cum for me again."
The pressure builds again, faster this time, the sensitivity making your whole body tremble. He doesn't let up. He pushes and pushes and pushes, and when you come again, it's with a scream, your body convulsing, liquid flooding his hand, soaking the sheets beneath you. "Good girl," he says.
He pulls his shirt over his head. His chest is bare, his skin flushed, his muscles tensing as he unbuckles his belt. His pants fall to the floor, and then he's above you, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He kisses you again, slower this time, like he has all the time in the world. His hands find the clasp of your bra, undo it, let it fall. His mouth follows, down your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. He takes his time. He doesn't rush. He wants you to feel every second of this.
His tongue circles your nipple, and your back arches. Your hands find his hair, fingers tangling in the strands, pulling. He bites down just enough to make you gasp and then his mouth is on the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth on the first, his thumb and finger rolling your nipple until you're squirming against him. He pulls back. "I didn't say you could touch." Your hands drop. Your chest heaves. He watches you for a moment, his eyes dark, his lips parted, a thin line of saliva still connecting his mouth to your skin. He kisses down your body connecting his lips to your wet pussy.
The first touch of his tongue makes your hips jerk. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. He works you slow, deliberate, his tongue moving in circles that make your vision blur. He knows exactly what he's doing. Your hands find his hair again. This time he doesn't pull away. He lets you hold on, lets you grip the strands, lets you use him to ground yourself as the pressure builds in your belly.
He adds a finger. Then two. Curling them inside you, finding the spot that makes you see stars, and his mouth never stops. His tongue is relentless, circling, pressing, sucking, driving you higher and higher until you're trembling, until you're gasping, until you're right on the edge. The sounds coming out of your mouth are desperate, broken, nothing like the composed person you are in the rest of your life.
"I'm close," you breathe. "I'm-"
He pulls back.
You cry out. The sound echoes off the walls, raw and needy. Your legs are shaking. Your whole body is shaking. Your hands pull at his hair, trying to drag his mouth back to where you need him, but he doesn't move. "Did I say you could come?" You shake your head. Your voice is gone.
He lowers his mouth again. Slower this time. Teasing. His tongue traces patterns on you, learning you again, taking you apart piece by piece. He spells out letters- your initials, his, words you can't quite make out and each stroke of his tongue sends electricity through your body. His fingers move inside you, slow and deep, and he builds you up again, higher this time, pushing you toward something you can't name.
Your hips move against his mouth. Your hands pull his hair. You're beyond thinking, beyond words, beyond anything except the feeling of him, the pressure building, the need coiling tight in your belly. "Please," you gasp. "Please, I need-"
He pulls back again.
You sob. The sound tears out of you, raw and desperate, and he stands up, his mouth slick, his chin wet, his eyes dark, his chest heaving. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, watching you fall apart against the door. "You want to cum?" he asks. "Mhhmm Yes." "Beg like the good fucking whore you are."
You look at him. His face is hard, his jaw tight, his hands on your hips. His thumbs press into the hollow of your hip bones, holding you in place. He's not going to give you what you want. He's going to make you ask for it. He's going to make you earn it.
"Please," you say. Your voice cracks. "Please, Heeseung. I need to cum. I need you to let me cum. I'll be good. I'll be so good. Just please-"
He kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips, slick and sweet, and he swallows your sounds as his hands move to his belt, slow, deliberate, and the sound of leather sliding through metal makes your thighs press together. He sees it. His mouth curves. He pulls his jeans down, kicks them aside. His boxers follow. He's hard, thick, his cock curving up toward his stomach, and your mouth waters at the sight of him. He wraps his hand around himself, strokes once, twice, watching your face.
"You want this?" he asks. "Yes." "How bad?" "So bad. I need it. I need you."
He climbs onto the bed. His body covers yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his hips settling between your legs. The heat of him radiates through your skin. "You want to cum for me?" he says against your mouth. "Then cum for me."
He pushes inside you in one motion.
Your body arches. Your hands claw at his back. He's thick, stretching you, filling you, and the pressure of him inside you after being denied for so long makes your eyes roll back. He doesn't wait. He doesn't give you time to adjust. He moves hard, fast, his hips driving into you, his mouth on your neck, his hands gripping your thighs.
The sound of it fills the room. Skin slapping against skin. The bed frame hitting the wall. Your moans, his grunts, the wet sounds of him moving inside you. He fucks you like he's been waiting for this, like he's been holding back for years, like every night he spent watching you with Jake is being driven out of him with every thrust.
"You feel that?" he asks, his voice rough in your ear. "You feel how good you are for me? How perfect you are when you're not thinking, not fighting, just taking what I give you?"
You can't answer. You can't speak. Your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails down his shoulder. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he drives into you harder.
"Look at you," he says. He pulls back just enough to watch his cock disappear inside you, to watch the way your body takes him. "Look how wet you are. How hungry you are. You've been waiting for this. Waiting for someone to fuck you like this."
He reaches between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, pressing in time with his thrusts. The pressure builds faster this time, coiling tighter, pushing you toward the edge you've been denied twice now. Your vision blurs. Your hands grip his arms, his shoulders, anything you can hold onto.
"You're going to cum for me," he says. "You're going to cum so hard you forget your own name. And when you do, I want you to say my name. I want everyone to hear who you belong to."
His thumb presses harder. His hips drive deeper. His body is slick with sweat, his hair falling across his forehead, his jaw tight with concentration. He's watching you fall apart, watching the moment your control breaks, watching you shatter underneath him.
"Now," he says. "Cum for me. Now."
The pressure inside you breaks.
You scream. His name tears from your throat, loud in the quiet room, and your body clenches around him, pulling him deeper, holding him there. Your back arches off the bed, your hands grip his arms hard enough to bruise, and you feel everything every nerve, every muscle, every cell of your body release at once.
He groans, his face buried in your neck, his hips stuttering against yours. His body tenses, his grip on your thighs tightens, and he follows you over the edge, his voice breaking on your name, his body shuddering against yours, his cock pulsing inside you.
He collapses beside you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, his face buried in your hair. You're both breathing hard, your skin slick with sweat, your bodies tangled together in the sheets. His chest is heaving against your back. His heart is pounding so hard you can feel it through his ribs.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "You okay?"
You nod. Your voice is gone.
He pulls you closer. His hand finds yours, his fingers interlacing with yours, and he holds you in the quiet. He laughs low and warm, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back. "Amazing. You were amazing."
You turn in his arms, face him. His face is soft now, the hard lines gone, the control slipped away. He looks like the boy who brought you coffee on Tuesdays. His hair is damp, his lips swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded and warm. "I need water," you say.
He kisses your forehead. "I'll get it."
He disappears into the kitchen. You lie in his bed, the sheets tangled around you, your body still humming, your mind quiet for the first time in weeks. Your thighs are sticky, your back is marked with scratches, your lips are swollen. You can still feel him inside you, the ghost of him, the memory of how he filled you.
He comes back with a glass of water, helps you sit up, watches you drink. His eyes move over your body, the marks he left, the way your hair is tangled, the flush still on your skin. When you're done, he takes the glass, sets it on the nightstand, and pulls you back down beside him. His arm wraps around your waist. His leg hooks over yours. He holds you like he's afraid you'll disappear.
"Stay," he says.
You look at him. "Okay."
His arm tightens around you. His breath evens out. His heart slows beneath your ear. And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself be held.
The days after the game feel different.
You tell yourself nothing has changed. You still go to class. You still study. You still let Yunjin drag you to the dining hall. But something has shifted. You feel it in the way your body remembers Heeseung's hands, his mouth, the way he said your name. You feel it in the silence that stretches between you and Jake now, the things you're not saying, the secret you're carrying. You're going to tell him. You know you have to. You just need to find the right moment.
The right moment finds you first. It's Thursday. You're sitting on the steps outside the library, trying to focus on a reading you've read three times without absorbing a word. The afternoon sun is warm, the campus quiet, and you've been here for an hour while your mind drifts. You hear footsteps. You don't need to look up to know who it is. You know the rhythm of his walk, the weight of his presence. Jake sits down beside you. He doesn't say anything at first. That's not unusual. Jake is comfortable with silence. But this silence is different. Heavier. Charged.
You look at him. His face is tight. His jaw is set. He's looking at the quad, not at you, and there's something in his posture that makes your stomach tighten. "I heard about the game," he says. You knew this was coming. You've been preparing for it. "Jake-" "I heard you were in the locker room with him. After." His voice is clipped, controlled. "I heard you left together." You take a breath. "Yeah." He turns to look at you. His eyes are cold. You've never seen Jake look at you like this. "So it's true," he says. "You fucked him."
The word lands like a slap. You stare at him. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." He doesn't look away. His voice is flat, emotionless. "You've been stringing me along for four years, making me wait, making me think I had a chance. And the whole time, you were just waiting for him to finally make a move." Your hands curl into fists. "That's not what happened." "No?" He laughs, but there's nothing funny in it. "Then what happened? You just happened to end up in the locker room with him? You just happened to leave together? You just happened to-" "Stop." Your voice is sharp. "You don't get to talk to me like that." "I don't get to?" He stands up. You stand with him. "I've been here for four years. Four years of waiting. Four years of watching you run back and forth between us. And you couldn't even tell me? You let me find out from other people?" "I was going to tell you." "When? After you fucked him again?" His voice rises. "After you decided which one of us was worth your time? After you got tired of playing games?"
Your blood runs hot. "Playing games? You guys are the ones who are acting like I'm some kind of prize." He flinches. Just slightly. But he doesn't back down. "That was back then," he says. "I was stupid. I'm not treating you like a prize anymore. I know what I want. But you've been playing games this whole time. You liked it. You liked having both of us chasing you. You liked the attention. You liked being wanted." The words hit you like a blade. "You don't mean that." "I mean it." His voice is cold, steady. "You've had four years to choose. Four years to figure out what you want. And you didn't. Because you didn't want to choose. You wanted to keep us both on the hook. You wanted to know you could have us whenever you wanted."
Your chest is heaving. Your hands are shaking. "You're just saying this because you're hurt." "I'm saying it because it's true." He steps closer. "You slept with him, and you didn't tell me. You let me sit next to you in class. You let me hold your hand. You let me think-" His voice cracks, but he steadies it. "You let me think I meant something to you. And all that time, you were just waiting for him." Your voice is shaking. "You're standing here, acting like I'm the one who did something wrong, because I slept with someone I've known for four years? Because I didn't tell you fast enough?" "Jake you're not even my boyfriend." He opens his mouth. Closes it. For the first time, he doesn't have a response. Your voice is steady now. "You don't get to be angry because I made a choice you didn't like. You don't get to call me names because I didn't choose you."
He stares at you. His face is pale, his hands shaking, his eyes wet. But he doesn't apologize. He doesn't take it back. "You know what?" he says. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you're not worth waiting for." The words hang in the air between you. You feel them like a wound, sharp and deep. "Get away from me," you say. He doesn't move. "I said get the fuck away from me." He turns. He walks away. His shoulders are stiff, his head down. You watch him disappear across the quad, and you don't call after him. You don't run after him. You stand there, your hands shaking, your eyes burning.
You sit back down on the steps. Your books are still spread out around you, your coffee long cold, your phone buzzing in your pocket. You don't look at it. You don't move. You think about what he said. You liked the attention. You liked being wanted. The words echo in your head, looping and repeating. You think about the years of watching them orbit you, never choosing, never having to. About the way you let them both stay close, let them both hope, let them both wait. Your phone buzzes again. You look at it. Yunjin: Jake just showed up at Jay's. He looks like shit. What happened? You stare at the message. Your fingers hover over the keyboard. You type: He found out about Heeseung. He called me a game player. Said I like the attention. Said I wasn't worth waiting for. Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Do you want me to come over? You think about it. No, I need to be alone. You type. Okay. I'm here if you need me. You put the phone down. You sit on the steps as the sun sets, as the campus empties, as the light fades to gray. You let the anger settle in your chest. You let the hurt settle underneath it. He was wrong. You know he was wrong. But some part of you wonders if he was right.
Three days pass. You don't talk to Jake. You don't talk to Heeseung. You go to class, you sit in the back, you leave before anyone can catch your eye. Yunjin brings you food you barely eat. Sakura leaves notes on your door. Chae sends you memes that you look at without seeing. You're not sad. You're not angry. You're just empty. On Friday, Yunjin shows up at your apartment. She doesn't knock. She uses the key you gave her freshman year and walks straight into your bedroom, where you've been lying on your bed for the past two hours, staring at the ceiling. "You're coming tonight," she says. You don't look at her. "I'm not going anywhere." "Sunghoon's having a party. Everyone's going to be there." She sits on the edge of your bed, her hand finding your arm. "You need to get out of this apartment. You need to see people. You need to-" "I need to not see them." "Then don't see them. But you can't hide forever." She's right. You hate that she's right.
She pulls out her phone, scrolls for a moment, shows you the screen. A message from Sunghoon in the group chat. Party tonight. Everyone come. No excuses. And then another message, sent a few minutes later. Heeseung said he's coming. He asked if you'll be there. Your heart stutters. You stare at the screen. Three days of silence, and he's asking about you through Sunghoon. Yunjin watches your face. "You don't have to talk to him. But you should go. Get dressed. Dance. Forget about everything for one night." You think about it. About the silence that's been pressing on your chest for three days. About Heeseung's hands, his mouth, the way he said your name. About Jake's voice, cold and sharp, saying maybe you're not worth waiting for. "Fine," you say. "One hour." Yunjin grins. "That's what you always say."
As always the party is already in full swing when you arrive. The music loud enough to feel in your chest, the lights low and golden. You let Yunjin pull you through the crowd, let her put a drink in your hand, let the noise wash over you. For the first time in three days, you feel something other than the weight of everything you've been carrying. You see Heeseung across the room. He's leaning against the wall, a cup in his hand, his jacket unzipped, his hair falling across his forehead. He's talking to Sunoo, but his eyes are scanning the room, looking for something. Looking for you. When he sees you, his face changes. Softens. He excuses himself from Sunoo and starts walking toward you. You could walk away. You could find Yunjin, find Sakura, find anyone who isn't him. You don't. You stand there, your drink in your hand, your heart pounding, and wait.
He stops in front of you. Close enough to touch. His eyes move over your face, your dress, your hands, like he's checking that you're real. "You came," he says. "You asked." He smiles. It's small, real, the smile he only lets you see. "I didn't think you would. After-" You shake your head. "I needed to get out." He nods. He doesn't bring up the locker room, the dorm, the night that's been sitting between you for three days. He just stands there, close enough to touch, and lets the silence be whatever it needs to be. "Drink?" he asks. You hold up your cup. "Already have one." He looks at it, raises an eyebrow. "That's Sunoo's punch. You're braver than I thought." You laugh, and it's the first time you've laughed in days. "It's terrible." "It's always terrible." He takes the cup from your hand, sets it on a nearby table, and offers you his hand. "Dance with me." You look at his hand. At his face. At the boy who's been watching you for four years. "Dance with me," he says again. "Forget about everything. Just for tonight." You take his hand.
He pulls you onto the dance floor. The music is loud, the beat heavy, and he moves with you like he's been waiting for this. His hands find your waist, yours find his shoulders, and for a while, you don't think about anything else. You don't think about Jake. You don't think about the argument. You don't think about the four years of not choosing. He's a good dancer. Not in the careful way Jake is, but in the way that comes from confidence, from knowing exactly what his body can do. His hands move down your back, your hips, pulling you closer, and you let him. "You're staring," he says. "You're worth staring at." He grins. "That's my line." "You've used it enough. I figured I'd borrow it." He pulls you closer, his mouth near your ear. "You look beautiful tonight." Your chest tightens. "Heeseung-" "I just wanted you to know."
The song changes, something slower, and he pulls you against him, your cheek against his chest, his arms around your waist. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and real. "I've missed you," he says quietly. You close your eyes. "I've missed you too." He pulls back after a while. His face is flushed, his hair damp at the temples, his eyes bright. "I need to use the bathroom," he says. "I'll be right back." You nod. He squeezes your hand once, then disappears into the crowd.
You wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. The music plays on, the crowd moves around you, and you stand there, waiting for him to come back. Something doesn't feel right. You push through the crowd toward the hallway where the bathrooms are. The hallway is quieter, the music muffled, the lights dim. You pass the bathroom door empty, the light off. He's not there. You keep walking. Toward the back of the house, toward the rooms you've never been in. You find him at the end of the hallway. He's pressed against the wall, a girl in front of him. Her hands are on his chest. Her mouth is on his. And he's kissing her back. You stop. Your hands go cold. Your chest caves in. You watch his hands slide down her sides. You watch her press closer. You watch him kiss her the way he kissed you, and something inside you breaks.
He pulls back first. He says something to her, something you can't hear. She laughs, runs a hand through his hair, and disappears into one of the rooms. He turns. He sees you. His face goes white. "Y/N-" You don't run. You don't cry. You walk toward him, slow and steady, and stop when you're close enough to see the panic in his eyes. "You said you were going to the bathroom," you say. Your voice is calm. You don't know how. "Y/N, it's not what you think." You laugh. It's hollow, empty. "You were kissing her. I saw you." "She came onto me. I wasn't-" "You were kissing her back." Your voice is rising now. "You were kissing her like you kissed me. Like I meant nothing." "That's not true." He reaches for you. You step back. "Don't touch me." He drops his hand. His face is pale, his eyes wide. "Y/N, please. It didn't mean anything. I was drunk. I wasn't thinking. I-" "Really this is the best excuse you got."
His jaw tightens. "That's not fair." "Not fair?" Your voice cracks. "You asked me to come tonight. You danced with me. You told me you missed me. And then you disappeared to kiss someone else while I was waiting for you." "I told you, it didn't mean anything." "Then what did I mean?" You're shaking now. "Was I just something to pass the time until something better came along?" His face hardens. "You're the one who ran back to Jake. You're the one who never chose. You're the one who-" "I didn't run back to Jake. I was trying to figure out what I wanted." "And what did you figure out?" He steps closer, and his voice is sharp now. "Because from where I'm standing, you don't know what you want. You've never known. And you've been dragging both of us along for four years because you're too scared to make a decision."
The words hit you like a blade. "Heeseung, are you serious right now?" "Yes, I'm serious." His voice is cold. "You like the attention. You like knowing we both want you. That's why you never chose. Because if you chose, you'd have to give something up. And you're too selfish to do that." You stare at him. The boy who brought you coffee. The boy who said you were the best thing that ever happened to him. "I slept with you," you say, your voice breaking. "I trusted you. And you're standing here calling me selfish because I caught you kissing someone else?" For a moment, something flickers in his eyes regret, maybe, or shame. But then it's gone. "You should go," he says. You don't move. You can't. "Go, Y/N." His voice is flat. "Go find Jake. Go run back to him like you always do."
The tears come before you can stop them. Hot and fast, streaming down your face, and you hate that he's seeing this, hate that he's the one making you cry. "Fine," you whisper. "You know what I will go run to Jake." You turn. You walk away. You don't look back.
You make it to the front porch before your legs give out. You sink onto the steps, your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. The tears won't stop. They keep coming, hot and ugly, and you can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything except sit and fall apart. You don't hear the door open. You don't know anyone is there until a jacket settles around your shoulders and a familiar voice says your name. "Y/N." You look up. Jake is kneeling in front of you, his face close, his eyes worried. He's not angry. He's not cold. He's just here. "Hey," he says softly. "Hey, I've got you." You shake your head, try to pull away. "You said I wasn't worth waiting for." He flinches. "I didn't mean it. I was angry. I was hurt. I didn't mean a word of it."
You look at him. His face is open, raw, the way it's always been when it's just the two of you. "He kissed someone else. Heeseung. I saw him. And he said-" Your voice breaks. "He said I'm selfish. He said I like the attention. He said I never choose because I'm too scared to give anything up." Jake's jaw tightens. Something dark passes through his eyes. But he doesn't say anything about Heeseung. He doesn't defend him or attack him. He just looks at you, and his hand finds yours, warm and steady. "He's wrong," he says. "You're not selfish. You're not attention seeking. You're someone who's been hurt, who's been scared, who's been trying to figure out what she wants. And that's okay. That's more than okay." You stare at him. "You really believe that?" "I believe that you're worth waiting for." He squeezes your hand. "I've always believed that. And I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry for making you feel like you weren't."
The tears come again, but they're different now. Softer. He pulls you into his arms, his hand on your back, his chin on your head, and you let him hold you. You let yourself be held. "I've got you," he says again. "I'm not going anywhere." You close your eyes. His chest is warm, his arms steady, his heart beating beneath your ear. For the first time in days, you let yourself breathe.
You sit on the steps for a long time, Jake's jacket around your shoulders, his arm around your waist, his hand on your hip. The party noise is muffled behind you, the voices fading into background noise. The night is cool, you're still trying to catch your breath, still trying to stop the tears that keep coming no matter how hard you press your palms to your eyes. Jake doesn't say anything. He doesn't tell you it's going to be okay. He doesn't ask any questions. He just sits beside you, his arm steady around you, his thumb tracing slow circles on your side, waiting.
Your breathing evens out after a while. The tears slow, then stop. You lean into him, your head on his shoulder, and let yourself exist in the quiet. "I'm sorry," you say finally. Your voice is hoarse, raw. "What for?" "For everything. For not telling you about Heeseung. For-" You stop. Your throat tightens. "For making you feel like you were waiting for nothing." He's quiet for a moment. His hand stills on your side. "You didn't make me feel like that," he says. "I said things I didn't mean. I was angry. I was hurt. And I took it out on you. That wasn't fair." "You were right, though." You pull back, look at him. His face is half lit by the porch light, his eyes dark and soft. "I have been running back and forth. I have been scared to choose. I've been so scared of losing one of you that I never let myself have either."
He reaches up, his hand cupping your face, his thumb brushing the tear tracks from your cheek. "You're allowed to be scared. You're allowed to not know what you want. That doesn't make you selfish. That doesn't make you anything except human." You lean into his touch. His palm is warm, his fingers gentle. "I don't want to be scared anymore," you whisper. He looks at you for a long moment. Something shifts in his expression something soft, something careful, something that looks like hope. "Then let me help you forget," he says. You blink. "What?" "Tonight. Forget about Heeseung. Forget about the fight. Forget about everything that happened." His hand slides into your hair, his fingers threading through the strands. "Let me take you somewhere quiet. Somewhere that's just us. And let me remind you that you're worth everything." Your heart pounds. "Jake" He leans in, his forehead touching yours. His breath is warm on your lips. "I'm not asking for anything you're not ready to give. I'm just asking you to let me be here. Let me help you forget." "Okay," you say.
He smiles. The smile that's been yours since the beginning. He stands, pulls you up with him, and his hand finds yours. "My place," he says. "It's closer." You nod. He squeezes your hand once, and you let him lead you off the porch, away from the party, away from Heeseung, away from everything that happened tonight. The night air is cool on your skin, the streets quiet, the campus empty. His hand is warm in yours, his thumb tracing patterns on your palm, and for the first time in days, you let yourself breathe.
The morning after Jake's apartment, you wake up in your own bed. You only remember his hands, his mouth, the way he said your name. You remember the quiet afterwards, his arm around your waist, his breath warm on your neck, the way he held you like he wasn't ready to let go. You stayed until the sun came up. And then you left. Now you're lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together everything that's happened in the past week. Heeseung in the locker room. Jake on the porch. Heeseung's hands, Jake's mouth. The way both of them said your name like it meant something. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You reach for it without looking. Yunjin: I'm coming over. Don't try to stop me. You don't try to stop her.
She shows up twenty minutes later with coffee and a bag of pastries. She doesn't say anything at first. She just sets the coffee on your nightstand, kicks off her shoes, and climbs into bed beside you. You lie there for a moment, side by side, staring at the ceiling. "I slept with Jake after Sunghoon's party and with Heeseung after his game," you say. She doesn't react. You keep going. "Then Jake found out. He said some things. I said some things. We didn't talk for days." You take a breath. "Then at Sunghoon's most recent party, Heeseung kissed someone else. I saw it. We had a fight. He said I was selfish. He said I like the attention. He said I never choose because I'm too scared to give anything up." Yunjin's hand finds yours. She doesn't say anything. "And then Jake found me on the porch. He took me to his place. And I slept with him again."
The words hang in the air. You wait for her to say something to tell you that you're wrong, that you're making a mistake, that you need to figure out what you want before you hurt everyone including yourself. Instead, she squeezes your hand. "That's a lot," she says. You laugh. It's weak. "That's all you have to say?" "I have a lot to say. I'm just trying to figure out where to start." She turns on her side, facing you. "How do you feel? About both of them?" You think about it. About Heeseung's hands in the locker room, the way he looked at you after the game, the way he said he made that shot for you. About Jake on the porch, his arms around you, the way he said you're worth waiting for. "I don't know," you admit. "I care about both of them. I've cared about both of them for four years. And I keep thinking that if I just had more time, I'd figure it out. But it's been four years, Yunjin. And I still don't know."
She's quiet for a moment. Then "Can I tell you something?" You nod. "When I was trying to figure out what I wanted with Jay, I kept waiting for a sign. Something that would tell me it was the right choice. And I waited so long that I almost missed it. I almost let fear keep me from something that could have been really good." She looks at you. "You're not going to get a sign. You're not going to wake up one day and magically know. You have to choose. And it's going to be scary. And you might make the wrong choice. But not choosing that's a choice too. And it's the one that hurts everyone the most."
You stare at her. "Since when did you get so wise?" She smiles. "Since I spent two years watching you do exactly what I was doing." You laugh, and it's real this time. "What should I do?" "I think you should talk to him. Heeseung. Hear what he has to say." She squeezes your hand. "Not because you have to forgive him. Not because you have to choose him. But because you deserve to know the whole story before you make up your mind."
You think about it. About Heeseung's face in the hallway, the way he said you should go. About the fight, the words that are still echoing in your head. "What if he was right?" you ask. "What if I am selfish? What if I do just like the attention?" Yunjin's face hardens. "He was wrong. He was hurt and he was angry and he said things he shouldn't have said. But that doesn't mean you should let those words live in your head forever." She sits up, swings her legs over the side of the bed. "Talk to him. Hear him out. And then decide what you want." She leaves before you can respond. The door closes behind her, and you're alone again, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her words.
He texts you that afternoon. Can we talk? You stare at the message for a long time. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard. Where? The library steps. Where we always used to meet. I'll wait. You put your phone down. You get dressed. You walk across campus, your hands in your pockets, your heart pounding.
He's sitting on the steps when you arrive. His jacket is unzipped, his hair is messy, and he looks like he hasn't slept. When he sees you, he stands up, and for a moment, neither of you moves. "Thanks for coming," he says. You don't say anything. You sit down on the steps. After a moment, he sits beside you. Not too close. Far enough that you could walk away if you wanted to. "I was wrong," he says. "At the party. Everything I said it was wrong. I was angry. I was hurt. And I took it out on you." You look at him. "You kissed someone else." He flinches. "I know." "After you asked me to come. After you danced with me. After you said you missed me." "I know." His voice cracks. "I don't have an excuse. I was scared. I was-" He stops. Runs a hand through his hair. "I saw you with Jake. At the party before. I saw you dancing with him. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you. About him. About what it would be like when you finally chose him." "That doesn't give you the right to kiss someone else." "I know." He turns to look at you. His eyes are red rimmed, his face open in a way you've rarely seen. "I've been in love with you for four years. And I've been watching you with him, watching you not choose, telling myself that if I just waited long enough, you'd see me the way I see you. And then you came to the game. You came to the locker room. You came to my dorm. And I thought-" His voice breaks. "I thought maybe I'd finally won. Maybe you'd finally chosen me."
You don't say anything. You let him talk. "And then I saw you with Jake at the party. The way you looked at him. The way he looked at you. And I realized-" He stops. Swallows. "I realized I was never going to be him. I was never going to be the one you ran to when things got hard. I was never going to be the one who stayed." "You never stayed," you say quietly. "That was the problem. You were always leaving. Always disappearing. Always making me wait while you figured out what you wanted." He looks at you. "Is that what you think?" "That's what you did."
He's quiet for a moment. "I was scared. Every time I get close to you, I get scared. Scared that you'd choose him. Scared that I wasn't good enough. Scared that if I let myself want you too much, I'd lose you. So I pushed. I pulled away. I made excuses. And I hurt you because I was too scared to let myself be hurt." You look at him. At the man who's been running from something he's wanted for four years. "I'm not asking you to forgive me," he says. "I'm not asking you to choose me. I just-I needed you to know before it's too late, before I-." Your throat tightens. "Before you what?" "Nothing, it's nothing dont worry about it." He says voice shaky letting you know it is something to worry about but you don't push.
You look at his hand. At his face. At the years of wanting and waiting and never quite choosing. You take a breath. "I'm glad we were able to talk things out." His hand tightens around yours. "Does that mean-" "It means I'm not going to disappear. It means I'm going to think about what you said. It means-" You stop. Look at him. "It means I'm not going to make a decision right now. I need time." He nods slowly. "I can wait." You pull your hand away. Stand up. He stands with you. "I'm not asking you to wait," you say. He smiles. It's small, sad, real. "I know." You turn. You walk away. You don't look back. But this time, it doesn't feel like an ending.
The weeks after your conversation with Heeseung settle into something you didn't expect. It's not a relationship. It's not a choice. It's not anything you can name. But there's a rhythm now, a balance that wasn't there before. You see Heeseung at practice, watch him from the stands sometimes, let him walk you to class when your schedules align. You see Jake at the dining hall, let him save you a seat, let his hand find yours under the table when no one's looking. Neither of them pushes. Neither of them asks. Neither of them makes you choose. You're not sure if that makes it easier or harder.
"You're doing it again," Yunjin says. You're sitting in her apartment, a textbook open in your lap, your phone face-down on the couch beside you. She's sprawled on the other end, a bag of chips in her hand, watching you with the particular expression she gets when she's about to say something you don't want to hear. "Doing what?" "Staring at nothing. Thinking about them." You look at her. "I'm studying." "You've been on the same page for like an hour." You glance down at your textbook. She's right. You haven't read a single word. Yunjin sets the chips aside, pulls her legs under her. "Talk to me." You close the book. "I don't know what to do." "About which one?" "About both." You lean your head back against the couch, stare at the ceiling. "I keep thinking that if I just had more time, I'd figure it out. But it's been four years, Yunjin."
She's quiet for a bit then says. "Maybe you're not supposed to know. Maybe you're supposed to stop trying to figure it out and just feel." You look at her. "That's very philosophical for someone who spent two years pretending she didn't like Jay." She throws a pillow at you. "I'm trying to help." You catch the pillow, hold it against your chest. "I know. I just don't want to hurt anyone. And I feel like no matter what I do, someone's going to get hurt." She slides closer, her knee bumping yours. "You can't control that. You can only control what you do. And whatever you choose, whatever happens, I'm here. Okay?" You look at her. At the person who's been your anchor for four years. "Okay."
She grins. "Good. Now stop moping. We have a party to get ready for." You blink. "What party?" "Sunghoon's end of semester thing. The big one. Everyone's going to be there." You groan. "Another party?" "This one's different." She's already on her feet, pulling you up. "This is the last one. The final party. The one everyone talks about for years after. You can't miss it." "I'm tired of parties." "You're tired of thinking. That's different."
She pulls you toward her closet, starts flipping through hangers. "You need to let loose. Dance. Drink. Forget about everything for one night. And everyone's going to be there. Jake. Heeseung. The whole group. It's going to be perfect." You lean against the doorframe. "What if I don't want to see them?" "Then don't see them. But you can't hide forever." She pulls out a dress, holds it against you. "Besides, you look hot in this. And if you look hot, you feel hot. And if you feel hot, you stop thinking about stupid boys for five minutes." You look at the dress. It's black, short, the kind of dress you wear when you want to be noticed. The kind of dress you haven't worn in weeks. "Fine," you say. "One hour." She grins. "Ughhhh That's what you always sayyy."
Sunghoon's house is packed as always, the music loud enough to feel in your chest, the lights low and golden. You can hear laughter from every room, see bodies pressed together, catch glimpses of faces you've known for years and faces you've never seen before. Yunjin pulls you through the crowd, her hand tight on your wrist, her energy infectious. She's wearing the dress she bought for tonight, the one she's been saving, and she looks like she's ready to take over the world. "Drink," she says, shoving a cup into your hand. "Sunoo's punch. It's terrible. Drink it anyway." You take a sip. It is terrible. You take another. You let her pull you onto the dance floor, let the music move through you, let yourself forget for a moment that you came here with weights on your chest. Yunjin is laughing, her arms around your neck, her voice loud in your ear, and for the first time in weeks, you let yourself exist in the moment.
You see Jake across the room. He's leaning against the wall, a cup in his hand, watching you with something soft in his eyes. When you catch his gaze, he smiles, small and real, and something in your chest loosens. You see Heeseung on the other side. He's standing with Sunghoon, his favorite leather jacket on , his hair falling across his forehead. He's watching you too, his expression unreadable, but when your eyes meet, he nods. Just once. You look away first.
The night moves on. You dance until your feet hurt. You drink until the edges of the room go soft. You laugh at things that aren't funny, let yourself be pulled from room to room, let the noise and the lights and the bodies press in around you until you forget why you were ever scared. Yunjin finds you in the kitchen, her face flushed, her hair escaping from the clip she's been fighting all night. "Sunghoon's setting up a game," she says, breathless. "What game?" She grins. "Seven minutes in heaven. You're playing." You shake your head. "I'm not playing." "You're playing." She grabs your arm, pulls you toward the living room. "Everyone's playing. It's tradition."
The living room has been transformed. A bottle sits in the center of the floor, surrounded by pillows and cushions, and the hallway leading to the bedrooms is dimly lit, a closet at the end waiting. People are gathered in a circle, sitting on the floor, leaning against walls, cups in hands, faces lit up with anticipation. You see Jake on one side of the circle, Heeseung on the other. They're not looking at each other. They're looking at you. Yunjin pulls you down beside her. Sunghoon is in the center, his phone in his hand, his face serious. "Rules are simple," he announces. "Spin the bottle. Seven minutes in the closet. Whatever happens in there stays in there."
The first spin lands on Sunoo and a girl you don't recognize. They disappear down the hallway, and the room holds its breath. Seven minutes later, they emerge, flushed and laughing, and the circle erupts. The bottle spins again. And again. Each time, two people disappear down the hallway, and the room waits, and the night stretches on. You're watching, not participating, when Sunghoon calls your name. "Your turn." You look at him. "I'm not playing." "You're playing." He's already reaching for the bottle, his fingers wrapping around the glass. "It's your senior year. You can't say no." He spins. The bottle turns. Once. Twice. Three times. It slows, wobbles, stops. Pointing directly at Jake.
The room erupts. Yunjin shoves you forward, and you stumble into the center of the circle. Across from you, Jake is already standing, his face unreadable, his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on you. "Seven minutes," Sunghoon announces, pulling out his phone. "Timer starts now." Someone pushes you toward the hallway. Jake follows. The closet door closes behind you, and suddenly it's just the two of you, in the dark, the noise of the party muffled to a distant hum.
The closet is small. There's barely enough room for the two of you, your shoulders touching. Clothes hang above you, jackets and coats that smell like Sunghoon's house, like the parties you've been coming to for four years. For a moment, neither of you moves. "Hi," he says. "Hi." He laughs softly. "This isn't how I pictured our next conversation going." "How did you picture it?" "I don't know. Less... closet." You laugh, and it's nervous, maybe, or something else you don't want to name. "It's very closet." "Very closet." He shifts beside you, his arm brushing yours. "I've been wanting to talk to you. For a while. About what happened at the party. About ya know everything." "You don't have to explain." "I want to." He turns to face you, and even in the dark, you can see his face, the sparkle in his eyes, the openness that's always been there. "I've been in love with you since freshman year. I know you're not ready to hear that. I know you're still figuring things out. But I needed you to know. Before everything changes."
Your heart is pounding. "Jake-" "I'm not asking you to choose. I'm not asking you to be ready. I'm just asking you to let me be here. For as long as you want me." You step closer. He doesn't move. He waits. You kiss him. It's soft. Gentle. The way he's always been. His hands come up to your face, cupping your cheeks, and he kisses you back like he's been waiting for this his whole life. His lips are warm, his hands steady, and for a moment, there's nothing else. No party. No future. No choices. Just him. He pulls back first, his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven. "I don't want to rush you," he breathes. "You're not rushing me." "I don't want to be something you regret." You look at him, his dark eyes, his swollen lips, the way he's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters. "You're not something I regret," you say. "You never have been." He kisses you again, and this time, there's nothing careful about it.
Neither of you hears the timer. The door opens. Light floods in, and you blink, disoriented, your hands still tangled in Jake's hair, his arms still wrapped around your waist. Heeseung is standing in the doorway. His face is unreadable. His hands are clenched at his sides. He looks at you. He looks at Jake. He looks at the way Jake's hands are on your waist, the way your fingers are still in his hair. "Time's up," he says. His voice is flat. You step back. Jake's hands fall away. The hallway is crowded. People are watching. You can feel their eyes on you, waiting to see what happens next. Yunjin is at the front of the crowd, her hand over her mouth. Sunghoon is beside her, his phone still in his hand, the timer long since finished.
Heeseung doesn't move. He just stands there, blocking the door, his eyes fixed on you. "Out," he says. You move to leave. But before you can step past him, his hand shoots out, blocking the door. "Not you," he says. He looks at Jake. "Him." Jake tenses. "Heeseung-" "Out." For a moment, no one moves. Then Jake looks at you, something unreadable in his eyes. And walks away. Heeseung doesn't give you time to process what's happening before he drags you into a room. Little did you know Jake was just a few steps behind.
It's just you and Heeseung, in the room, the noise of the party fading to nothing. He doesn't touch you. He doesn't move. He just stands there, his hand still on the wall behind you, his breathing heavy. "You've been doing this for four years," he says. "Running back and forth. Making us wait. Making us want." "Heeseung-" He turns to face you. His eyes are dark, his jaw tight, his chest heaving. "I've been watching you with him. Watching you not choose. And I told myself it was fine. I told myself I could wait. But I can't keep doing this." "What are you saying?" He steps closer. Close enough that you can feel the heat of him, smell the familiar scent of his jacket, see the pulse beating in his throat. "I'm saying that if you want him, I need you to choose. Not because I think I deserve you. But because I can't keep being the person you come to when you're not sure about him."
Your throat tightens. "I never used you." "I know." His voice is softer now. "I know you didn't. But I've been waiting for four years for you to see me the way I see you. And I don't think you ever will." You stare at him. "Don't say that." "It's the truth." He steps closer, his body nearly touching yours. His hand comes up, his fingers brushing your cheek. You lean into his touch without thinking, your body betraying you, wanting him even when you're not sure you should. "Then stop pretending," you whisper. His eyes darken. His hand slides into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. "Tell me what you want," he says. You look at him. At the man who's been chasing you for four years. "I want you," you say. "I want both of you." His breath catches. His hand tightens in your hair. "Both of us?" You nod. Your heart is pounding, your chest tight, your body humming with something you've never let yourself want before.
He pulls back, just enough to look at you. Something passes through his eyes, surprise, maybe, or hunger, or something else you can't name. He opens the door of the room. The hallway is empty now, the crowd moved on, the game forgotten. But to your surprise Jake is right outside the door looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Jake," he calls. His face is guarded, his hands in his pockets, his eyes moving between you and Heeseung. Heeseung looks at Jake, and something passes between them, something that looks like understanding. "She wants both of us," Heeseung says. Jake's eyes widen. He looks at you. "Is that true?" He says stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
You step forward, your hand still in Heeseung's, your eyes on Jake. "I'm tired of choosing," you say. "I'm tired of running back and forth. I'm tired of pretending I don't want what I want." Jake stares at you. His hands drop to his sides. His face is open, raw, the way it only is when it's just the two of you. "And what do you want?" he asks. You look between them. Heeseung on one side, his hand tight around yours, his eyes dark, his chest heaving. Jake on the other, his face soft, his hands reaching for you, his heart in his hands. "I want you," you say. "Both of you. Tonight."
The silence that follows is louder than anything they could have said. Heeseung moves first. He pulls you toward him, his hand cupping your face, his mouth finding yours. He kisses you hard, desperate, like he's been waiting for this his whole life. You kiss him back, your hands fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer. When he pulls back, Jake is there. His hand finds your waist, turning you toward him, and his mouth is on yours, softer, slower, the way he's always been. You're between them. You've always been between them. But this time it's different. Heeseung's hand slides down your back. Jake's hand finds your hip. They're both touching you, both holding you, both looking at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. Heeseung's lips brush your ear. "You sure about this?" You look at Jake. He nods. You look at Heeseung. His eyes are dark, his breathing uneven, his hand steady on your waist. "I'm sure," you say.
Heeseung looks at Jake. Something passes between them years of competition, of wanting, of waiting. And then Heeseung nods. "You've been thinking about this," he says. His voice is low, rough. "Haven't you?" Your breath catches. "Heeseung-" "Answer me." His hand slides up your throat, giving it a slight squeeze and letting it rest there, his thumb pressed against your pulse. He can feel how fast your heart is beating. He can feel how much you want this. "Yes," you breathe. He smiles. It's not the smile you're used to. It's darker, sharper, the smile of someone who knows exactly what he wants and knows exactly how to get it. He turns you to face him, his hands cupping your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones. "Yes what?" "I need words cause once I start there's no going back." "Yes," you say. "I'm sure. I want this. I want both of you so much." His mouth curves into something dangerous. "My good girl."
He kisses you. Hard. Deep. His tongue slides against yours, and his hands are everywhere from your hair, your waist, your hips. He kisses like he's claiming you, and you let him. You arch into him, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. When he pulls back, your head spins. Your chest heaves. You're already breathless. He looks at Jake over your shoulder. "You want to touch her?" Jake's voice is rough. "Yes." "Then touch her." Jake's hands find your waist. His touch is softer than Heeseung's, gentler, but no less hungry. He pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, his mouth finding your neck. Heeseung watches. His eyes move over you, over Jake's hands on your body, over the way you lean into his touch. Over the way Jake leans into your touch. "Take off her shirt," Heeseung says. Without hesitation Jake's hands slide under your shirt, pushing it up. He pulls it over your head, and the cool air hits your skin. His hands are warm on your stomach, your ribs, the sides of your breasts. "Her bra," Heeseung says. Jake unhooks it. His fingers are trembling. The bra falls to the floor, and Jake makes a sound behind you something low, something desperate as his hands cup your breasts.
Heeseung steps closer. His hand slides into your hair tugging it to tilt your head back. "You like this? You like the attention? Having both of us touch you?" "Yes, fuck I love It so much." His thumb traces your lower lip. "You're going to be so good for us tonight. Aren't you?" You nod. Your tongue flicks against his thumb. His eyes darken. "Get on the bed," he says. You lie back on the mattress. The sheets are cool against your skin, and the two of them stand at the foot of the bed, watching you. Jake's hands are shaking. Heeseung's are steady. "Jake," Heeseung says. "Her breasts. Seems to need some attention." Jake moves onto the bed, settling beside you. His mouth finds your nipple, and you gasp. His tongue is soft, gentle, the way he always is. He sucks lightly, his hand cupping your other breast, his thumb circling your nipple. Alternating between the two.
Heeseung kneels between your legs. His hands push your thighs apart, and you spread for him without thinking, your body already responding to his touch. "Look at you," he says. "Already so wet like some stupid slut. You've been wanting this, haven't you?" "Mhmm yes, want it so much." His fingers slowly trace your slit, gathering wetness, circling your clit. Your hips buck trying to get more. He presses you back down with his other hand. And lands a smack to your clit making you squirm under him. "Behave, not yet." "We're going to take our time with you pretty girl."
He slides one finger inside you. Then two. Your back arches, and Jake's mouth is on your breast, sucking harder now, his tongue flicking against your nipple. Heeseung's fingers curl inside you, finding the spot that makes your vision blur. "That's it," Heeseung murmurs. "You like that? You like when he plays with your nipples while I finger you?" You can't answer. Your hands grip the sheets. The pressure is building, coiling tight in your belly, and you're so close, so close- He pulls his fingers out. You cry out. The sound is desperate, broken, and Heeseung looks at you with satisfaction in his eyes. "Did you think I was going to let you cum that easily?" "Please," you gasp. "Please, I need- I want-" "Already so fucked out cant even form words huh? Tell me what do you need?" "I need to cum. Please, Heeseung. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you guys. Just let me cum."
He looks at Jake. "Eat her out. Make her taste herself on my fingers." Jake moves down the bed. His hands push your thighs apart, taking a moment to take in how wet you are, before you know it his mouth finds you. His tongue is soft at first, tentative, then firmer, faster, lapping at you like he's been starving. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open, and the sound he makes loud yet low, desperate and hungry sends heat flooding through your body. Heeseung is watching. His hand is in his pants, stroking himself, his eyes fixed on your face. Then down to Jake eating you out like a starved man. "She tastes good, doesn't she?" he asks. Jake moans against you sending waves throughout your body. His tongue circles your clit, faster now, and your hips buck against his face. He holds you down, his mouth relentless, his jaw working, and you can feel yourself getting close again, can feel the pressure building.
Heeseung pulls his hand out of his pants. His cock is hard, red and wet with pre cum at the tip begging for attention, he moves up the bed straddling your chest. "You're going to open your mouth for me right princess?" He says. You open your mouth. He slides his cock across your face and lips spreading his pre cum all over than finally into your mouth. The taste of him is warm and salty you moan around him, your tongue working, your lips stretching. His hand tangles in your hair, guiding you, setting the pace. "That's it. Take all of it like a fucking champ." Jake's mouth is still on you, his tongue still working, all while rutting onto the edge of the mattress pants already damp leaving a wet mark. Heeseung's hips are moving fast, pushing deeper into your throat, and you're drowning in sensation of the taste of him, the feel of Jake's tongue, the pressure building stronger in your stomach.
Heeseung pulls out. A strand of saliva connects you to him, and he smears it across your lips. And takes a look at Jakes wrecked state. "Pathetic fucking loser." He says loud enough for Jake to hear and make him let out a high pitched moan. Heeseung diverts his attention back to your flushed face lips parted trying to catch your breath. "I want to cum on your face," he says. "You want that?" "Yes Hee want it so much, please." He strokes himself over you, fast, hard, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on your face. When he cums, it's across your cheeks, your lips, your chin. Hot and thick. You feel it dripping down your skin, and you lick your lips, taste him, swallow. Then open your mouth to show. Heeseung watches you. "My good fucking girl."
He looks at Jake. "She came on your face?" Jake lifts his head. His mouth is slick, his chin wet, his chest heaving. "Not yet." Heeseung's hand finds your clit. You jerk. Your body is oversensitive, trembling, and the pressure is unbearable. "Then make her fucking cum loser." He pushes Jakes head back down holding it down until he's done. His tongue is faster now, harder, and Heeseung's fingers are inside you, curling, pressing, driving you toward the edge. Your hands find their hair Jake's soft strands, Heeseung's thicker ones and you hold on as the pressure builds, as your body tightens, as the world narrows to the feel of them. You cum on Jake's face. Your body arches, your mouth opens, and Heeseung's name tears from your throat. Jake drinks you down, his tongue lapping at you, and Heeseung's fingers work you through it, drawing it out until you're shaking, until you're begging him to stop.
He pulls his fingers out. Licks them clean. Dives his finger back in coating his fingers with your slick. "Open," he says leaving no more for argument. The second you open your mouth he hovers right above it and spits into it than finger fucks your mouth. Heeseung's fingers curl deeper into your mouth, pressing against your tongue, and the sound you make is wet, desperate, muffled around his knuckles. Saliva drips down your chin, pooling in the hollow of your throat, and your eyes water from the stretch, from the way he's holding you open, from the way he's watching you with something dark and satisfied in his expression. "My good little whore," he says. Making u moan against him. "Jake, fuck her dumb." He states
Jake is frozen, absolutely dazed, face flushed in awe at the way you're literally glowing. And watching Heeseung's fingers slide in and out of your mouth. Watching the mess he's making of you. Watching the way you take it. "What? Want me to finger fuck you to or something?" He teases, making himself let out a low chuckle. And Jake a high pitched whimper. "No fucking way" Heeseung says making direct eye contact with Jake. "You like watching?" His voice is low, rough, pitched for Jake's ears. His fingers never stop moving in your mouth. "You want to know what it feels like?" All of a sudden Jake's throat feels dry. His voice comes out strangled. "I-"
Heeseung's fingers slide out of your mouth with a wet pop. He reaches down, his fingers dragging through the mess on your chin, your throat, collecting the wetness on his knuckles from spit, tears and his cum all over you. Then he turns to Jake. He holds his hand out. His fingers are soaked, glistening in the low light. Jake stares at them. His breath catches. His lips part. Heeseung's thumb presses against Jake's lower lip, pulling it down. "Open up." Jake's eyes flutter. His mouth falls open. Heeseung pushes his fingers inside, slowly, watching Jake's face the whole time. Jake's eyes widen. His hands grip the sheets tighter. He makes a sound something between a gasp and a moan and Heeseung's expression shifts, something hungry surfacing. "There," Heeseung breathes. "That's it. Take it little boy." His fingers slide deeper. Jake's eyes close. His mouth works around them, tongue sliding against Heeseung's knuckles, and the sound he makes is low, desperate, muffled.
You watch them, your chest rising and falling, your body still trembling from Heeseung's hands on you. Jake's face is flushed, his lips stretched around Heeseung's fingers, his whole body arched toward him. Making you feel dizzy. Heeseung pulls his fingers out slowly, dragging them across Jake's tongue before letting them slide free. Jake gasps out of breath, his eyes opening, dark and wide. Heeseung looks at his hand, slick with spit, and then he looks at you. His mouth curves. "Liked the show didn't you," he says, his voice low teasing.
Before Jake lets his thoughts consume him he moves over you. His body covers yours, his arms bracketing your head, his hips settling between your legs. His face is wet, his lips swollen, his eyes dark. "You okay?" he asks. His voice is soft, checking. You pull him down, kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips, taste Heeseung on your own. "Fuck me Jake." He pushes inside you. You're so wet that he slides in easily, and you both moan at the feeling of it him filling you, you clenching around him. He moves slow at first, his hips rocking against yours, his mouth on your neck. "You're so tight," he groans. "So fucking tight."
Heeseung is beside you. His hands find your breasts, playing with your nipples, pinching, rolling, sending sparks of pleasure through your overstimulated body. His mouth finds your ear. "You like that? You like him inside you while I touch you?" "Mmm fuck yeahh." He pinches harder. Your hips buck. Jake groans. Heeseung's hand slides down your stomach, finds your clit. He presses, circles, works you while Jake fucks you, and it's too much, not enough, everything. "I'm close," Jake gasps. "I'm going to-" "Not yet." Heeseung's voice is sharp. "She cums first." Making Jake groan. He presses harder on your clit. His fingers circle faster. Jake's hips drive into you, faster now, losing control, and you can feel yourself climbing, feel the pressure building, feel the edge approaching. "Come on," Heeseung says. "Cum for him. Let him feel you."
You break. Your body clenches around Jake, your hands grip his shoulders, your voice breaks on his name. He follows a moment later, his face buried in your neck, his hips stuttering against yours, his body shuddering. He collapses beside you. His chest heaves. His skin is slick with sweat.
But Heeseung isn't done. He rolls you onto your stomach, pulls your hips up. You feel him behind you, his cock pressing against your entrance, already hard again. "She's done," Jake says. His voice is concerned. "She needs a break." Heeseung looks at you. "You're my good girl you take whatever I give you, right?" You nod your head. Your voice is hoarse. "I want- I need- you- more- give me please." He pushes inside you. You cry out. You're oversensitive, raw, and every nerve is on fire. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady, and he fucks you hard, fast, the way he fucks when he's lost control.
Your body arches. Your hands claw at anything you can get a hold of. He's thick, stretching you, filling you, and the pressure of him inside you makes your eyes roll back. He doesn't wait. He doesn't give you time to adjust. He moves hard, fast, his hips driving into you, his mouth on your neck, his hands gripping your thighs. The sound of it fills the room. Skin slapping against skin. The bed frame hitting the wall. Your moans, his grunts, the wet sounds of him moving inside you. He fucks you like he's been waiting for this, like he's been holding back for years, like every night he spent watching you with Jake is being driven out of him with every thrust. "You feel that?" he says. "You feel how good you are? How perfect you are for this?" Your hands fist the sheets. Your body is shaking, your mind blank, your mouth open. You can't form words. You can only feel.
He reaches around, finds your clit. You sob. It's too much. You can't take it. But he doesn't stop. His fingers work you, his hips drive into you, and the pleasure is so intense it hurts, burns, consumes you. "I can't," you gasp. "I can't, I can't-" "You can." His voice is hard. "You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum so hard you forget your own name." Jake moves closer. His hand finds yours, holds it. His other hand cups your face, turns you toward him. "I've got you," he says. "We've got you." Heeseung's fingers press harder. His hips drive deeper. "Cum on my cock. Show me who you belong to." Was your final straw leading the pressure inside you to break.
You scream and chant both of there names like a mantra. Your body convulses, your vision whites out, and you feel yourself gush around him, soaking the sheets and soaking him your body releasing everything. Heeseung groans, his hips slamming into you one last time, and you feel him cum inside filling u up, the heat of him, the way his body shakes. He pulls out. You collapse onto the bed. Your face is wet. You're not sure if it's tears or spit or cum. You can't move. You can't think. You can only lie there, trembling, while they clean you up. Jake's hands are gentle, wiping your face, your chest, your thighs. Heeseung brings a towel, warm water, cleans the mess between your legs. They turn you over, lift you, change the sheets while you lie there, too spent to help. When they're done, they pull you between them. Jake's arm wraps around your waist. Heeseung's chest is warm against your back. "Too much?" Jake asks. You shake your head. Your voice is barely a whisper. "Perfect." Heeseung presses a kiss to your shoulder. "You did so good baby." Your eyes close. Their hands are on you, gentle now, soothing. Jake's fingers trace patterns on your hip. Heeseung's breath evens out against your neck. The last thing you feel is their arms tightening around you, holding you together as you drift.
The next week is strange. You see them both around campus, but you don't seek them out. You don't text. You don't call, allowing yourself to form your thoughts. You let the days pass, let yourself exist in the space between what happened and what comes next.
Heeseung shows up at your apartment on a random Wednesday. "Can I come in?" he asks. You step aside. He sits on your couch. You sit across from him. The space between you feels like miles. "It started as a bet," he says. "Freshman year. We were drunk. Jay made a joke. It was supposed to be stupid. Something we'd forget about by the next day." You don't say anything. "But then I saw you at the library. You were sitting by the window, and you looked up when I walked in, and you-" He stops. Swallows. "You smiled at me. Like you knew me. Like you'd been waiting for me. And I forgot there was ever a bet."
You look at him. "You never told me." "I was scared." His voice cracks. "I was scared that if you knew how it started, you'd never believe how it ended. I was scared you'd look at me and only see the stupid kid who made a bet, not the person who fell in love with you." He moves to kneel in front of you, his hands finding yours. His fingers are cold, trembling. "I love you," he says. "I've loved you since the first time I saw you. And I've spent four years trying to be someone worth loving back. I know I've messed up. I know I've hurt you. But the bet was never real. Not after the first week. Not after I knew you."
"I love you too," you say. "But I don't know if that's enough." He closes his eyes. His hands tighten around yours. "I'm leaving, I got scouted to play in the major leagues" he says. "At the end of the summer. I'm moving across the country. And I'm not going to ask you to wait." He looks up at you. "I think- I think I need to start over. Somewhere new. Somewhere I'm not the person who made a bet. Somewhere I'm just me." Your throat tightens. "Heeseung-" "I'm not saying goodbye." His voice is rough. "I'm not saying this is the end. But I need to go. I need to figure out who I am when I'm not chasing you. When I'm not waiting. When I'm not hoping."
You don't know what to say. Your chest is too full, your throat too tight. He stands up. He pulls you with him. His hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. "If it's meant to be," he says, "I'll find my way back. And if it's not-" He stops. Swallows. "If it's not, I need you to know that you were the best thing that ever happened to me. And I'm sorry I was too scared to tell you sooner." He kisses you. Soft. Slow. The way he kissed you in the locker room. He pulls back. He looks at you one more time. And then he walks out the door.
You stand there for a long time after he leaves. Your face is wet. Your hands are shaking. You don't know how long you stand there, in the middle of your apartment, the door closed, the silence pressing in. Your phone buzzes. You don't look at it. It buzzes again. You pick it up. Jake: Can we talk? You stare at the message. Your fingers hover over the keyboard. Come over.
He's at your door in fifteen minutes. He doesn't sit. He stands in the middle of your living room, his hands at his sides, his face open in a way you've never seen. "You know about the bet," he says. You nod. "I should have told you. I should have told you a hundred times. But I was scared. I was scared you'd walk away. I was scared you'd look at me the way you're looking at me now." You don't say anything. You let him talk. "It started as a joke. A stupid, immature joke. And I spent four years trying to make up for it. Trying to be someone worth choosing." He looks at you. "I love you a lot. I've loved you since the first time I saw you. And I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But that bet was never real. Not after I knew you."
"I know," you say. He stares at you. "You know?" "I know it wasn't real. I know it stopped being a bet a long time ago." You step closer. "I'm still angry. I'm still hurt. But I know." His face crumples. His hands find yours, his fingers cold, trembling. "I thought I lost you." "You didn't lose me." "I thought you were going to choose him. Heeseung. I thought-" His voice breaks. You reach up, your hand cupping his face. "I need time. I need to figure out who I am when I'm not being chased. When I'm not being fought over." He nods. His eyes are wet. "I'll wait. I've been waiting for four years. I can wait a little longer." You pull him into your arms. He holds you like he's never letting go. "I love you," he says against your hair. "I've always loved you." You close your eyes. His arms are warm around you, his heart beating against your chest, his breath steady in your ear. "I love you too," you say.
He pulls back, looks at you. "So that means-" "It means I'm not going anywhere. It means I'm going to take some time to figure out what I want. And when I'm ready-" You stop. Look at him. "When I'm ready, I want it to be you." He kisses you. Soft. Gentle. The way he's always been. When he pulls back, he's smiling. It's the smile that's been yours since the beginning.
Graduation comes faster than you expect. The ceremony is long and hot, the speeches predictable, the crowd a sea of caps and gowns. Yunjin cries during the address. Sakura pretends she isn't crying too. Chae takes approximately seven thousand photos. Jake is in the row ahead of you. He turns around when your name is called, his smile wide, his eyes bright. You walk across the stage, diploma in hand, and when you sit back down, his hand finds yours.
After the ceremony, everyone gathers on the lawn outside the auditorium. The whole group is there, Yunjin with her arm looped through Jay's, Sakura and Chae are taking photos with Sunoo. Sunghoon is trying to get everyone organized for a group picture, which is proving impossible. Jungwon is laughing at something Ni-ki said. Heeseung is standing with his family nearby, his cap already off, his gown unzipped. You find him after a moment. He sees you coming and excuses himself from his parents. "Congratulations," you say. "You too." He shrugs. "I just threw a ball through a hoop. You, on the other hand, did something impressive." You laugh. "You're ridiculous." "You've mentioned that."
Jake appears beside you. His hand finds your waist. Heeseung looks at him, and for a moment, neither of them says anything. Then Heeseung smiles. "Take care of her." "I plan to." "She's stubborn. She doesn't eat when she's stressed. She pretends she's fine when she's not. You have to watch for that." Jake nods. "I know." Heeseung looks at you. "And you stop pretending you have it all figured out. No one does. That's the secret." You laugh, and it's real, and it hurts, and it's exactly what you needed. "I'm going to miss you," you say. "I'm going to miss you too." He pulls you into a hug, quick and tight.
When he pulls back, his eyes are wet. "Don't let him be boring. He has a tendency." Jake rolls his eyes. "I'm standing right here." "I know." Heeseung grins. "That's the point."
They look at each other. Four years of competition, of wanting, of waiting. And now, this. "When you're on TV," Jake says, "I'm going to tell everyone I knew you before you were famous." "I'm going to deny it." "I'm going to ask you for money." "I'm going to block your number." They laugh. You laugh too. And for a moment, it feels like everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be.
Sunghoon finally gets everyone organized for a group photo. The whole crew gathers on the steps of the auditorium. Yunjin and Jay, Sakura and Chae, Sunoo and Sunghoon, Jungwon and Ni-ki, you and Jake, and Heeseung, who's stayed even though he already took photos with his family. "Everyone squeeze in," Sunghoon calls, setting up his phone on a tripod. "Ni-ki, stop messing with Jungwon." "I'm just fixing his shirt god fricking forbid." "You're messing it up." The timer counts down. Three. Two. One. The photo captures everyone mid-laugh, mid-argument, mid-moment. It's messy and imperfect and exactly right.
After the photo, people start to drift. Sunghoon is already planning the after party. Yunjin is dragging Jay toward the parking lot. Sakura and Chae are arguing about where to go for food. Sunoo is trying to get everyone's drink orders. You're standing with Jake and Heeseung, the three of you off to the side, watching the chaos. "One more," someone says. You turn. It's Jungwon, holding up his phone. "One more photo. For old times." You laugh. You pull Jake closer. Heeseung steps in on your other side. Jungwon lifts his phone, and Ni-ki appears beside him, leaning into the frame. "Three, two-"
"Wait," Ni-ki says. He's not looking at the camera. He's looking across the lawn, at a girl standing near the fountain, holding what looked like her brother's cap while taking pictures for him. "Who's that?" Jungwon follows his gaze. His phone lowers. "I don't know. I've never seen her before." "Me neither." Ni-ki tilts his head. "She's cute." Jungwon looks at her. "She's really cute." They stand there for a moment, both of them watching her, both of them forgetting about the photo.
Jay appears beside them, Sunghoon trailing behind. "What are you two staring at?" Ni-ki nods toward the girl. "Her." Jay looks. He looks at Sunghoon. Sunghoon looks at Jay. A slow grin spreads across Jay's face. "Oh no," Sunghoon says. "What?" Jungwon looks between them. "What is it?" "Nothing." Jay's grin widens. "I've just seen this before." Sunghoon shakes his head, laughing. "Not again." "Not again what?" Ni-ki asks.
Jay puts an arm around each of them. "Let me tell you a story. About a bet. About two guys who thought they knew what they wanted. About four years of chasing and fighting and messing everything up." Jungwon and Ni-ki look at each other. They look at the girl by the fountain. "Here's the thing," Jay says. "That bet? Neither of them won. Not really. But they both ended up exactly where they were supposed to be." Ni-ki looks at the girl again. She's laughing at something, her head thrown back, now posing for pictures. "So what you're saying is-" "I'm saying be careful." Jay's voice is lighter now, teasing. "That girl? She might be trouble." Jungwon grins. "We like trouble." Sunghoon groans. "Oh my gosh here we go again."
They're still talking when you turn away, your hand in Jake's, Heeseung walking beside you. The afternoon sun is warm, the campus spread out before you, the future waiting somewhere beyond the gates. "You think they'll figure it out?" Heeseung asks, nodding toward the younger boys. You look back. Jungwon and Ni-ki are already walking toward the fountain, already finding their way toward something new. "I think," you say, "they're about to find out." Jake squeezes your hand. "Let's go home." You walk together, the three of you, out of the campus, out of the years you've spent here, into whatever comes next.
a/n: omgg if u made it this far tysm for reading I hope u enjoyed the fic and will enjoy my future works. no frl tho thank u if u made it this far ily
synopsis: it was all fun and games having the two biggest heartthrobs on campus chasing after you. jake the steady one who showed up, who waited, who looked at you like you were the only thing that made sense. and heeseung the wild one who teased, who pushed, who looked at you like he was trying to figure out what was underneath. two boys. four years. and you, stuck in the middle, never choosing, never needing to. until you had to.
!! genre: college au, fluff, crack, smut + suggestive, etc.
warnings: smut (mdni), love triangle, mutual pining, jealousy, possessive behavior, alcohol consumption, soft dom + sub jake , dom heeseung, switch reader, threesome, pet names, dirty talk, oral, piv, more to be added...
!! estimated wc: 20-25k
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a/n: super excited to share this with u guys I've been working on this plot for month's js in smau format but had a hard time coming out with chapters which led me to make it a fic luckily i didn't have to plan it out much js kind of wrote wtv ive alr planned i plan to release this sometime on thursday i hope u guys look forward to it cs i have indeed been loosing sleep for this :') anyways love yall lots!!! enjoy the little snippet!!!
Jake is the one people notice first. Something about him draws the eye without demanding it. He's got his hands in his jacket pockets, his head tilted as he listens to whatever Ni-ki is saying. He's the kind of person who makes you feel seen without trying. People have been talking about Jake since freshman year, about how he helped that transfer student find her way to the dining hall during the first week, about how he stayed up all night helping Sunghoon study for a final, about how he's the reason their group became a group in the first place.
People have been talking about Heeseung for just as long. They talk about the way he plays basketball, the way he's been scouted since his first season. Where Jake makes you feel safe, Heeseung makes you feel like you're standing at the edge of something dangerous. He walks with his eyes scanning the crowd like he's looking for something or someone and when his gaze passes over you, it lingers for just a second longer than it should. He's been doing that for four years.
You've known them both for four years. You've watched them become the people everyone talks about. You've heard the whispers of the girls who want Jake's attention, the ones who want Heeseung's, the ones who want both and the girls who've tried and failed to get there attention.
And you've been in the middle of it. Not by choice, maybe, though you've never exactly stepped out of it either. You've let them orbit you, let them watch you, let them want you. You've told yourself it doesn't mean anything, that you're not doing anything wrong by letting them both stay close. And that you're not responsible for what they feel, that you're not leading anyone on, that you're just existing in the space between two people who have been there for four years.
The problem is you're not sure you believe yourself anymore.
who knew having two guys wanting you could feel so good, especially when its your hot best friend, park sunghoon, and the new australian transfer student, sim jaeyun. why choose one when you could have both?
park sunghoon + sim jaeyun x fem!reader
genre: college/hockey au
content warnings: smut, very suggestive, jealous/possessive themes, mean dom sunghoon, soft dom (almost sub?) jake, threesome, pussy eating, slapping, fingering, squirting, cum eating, it gets messy. dry humping, boob obsessed jake! teasing, sexting, unprotected sex, slight size kink, morally grey characters, y/n loves the attention (she pretends she doesn’t), they bring her freak out but who wouldn’t for jakehoon? featuring: heeseung and jay, this is pretty much porn with a plot btw..
word count: 15k
Every university has its sport, football, baseball, basketball, you name it. Crimson University has them all of course. But where they really specialize in, is Hockey.
One of the most intense sports played on ice. Especially by your school's team. Aggressive would be an understatement, it's straight up brutal in that rink.
You used to wonder what it felt like, the adrenaline rush. But watching became more your speed. Which is why you’re standing a few feet away from your university's hockey team, the players standing up, sticks banging against the boards, shouting as Park Sunghoon lands a punch on an opponent from the other team.
You shouldn’t even be surprised either, considering he's always been terrible at keeping his anger in, and that this sport is the only way he tends to get it out.
You two have been friends for a while, if 5 years could be considered that. Back when he was bench warming at your high school Hockey teams game as freshmen, you were taking yearbook photos. Funny how it's almost parallel to what's happening at this very moment.
Except, Park Sunghoon is now one of the best players on the team, Hell— maybe even in the country. And you’re majoring in journalism, getting photos for the weekly newsletter.
You thought that once he reached big league status after you both got accepted into Crimson University, he'd maybe forget about you..?
But that's far from the truth, how could he? You were the one person who actually tried to get to know him in highschool, when he was just some twig to snap on the ice.
Yeah, it was for a yearbook interview you had to do. But you always had good intentions, and he looked like he needed someone to sit with at lunch that day. You've both seen each other at your best and worst, deepest secrets tucked in each other's hearts– and since then you two have been pretty much inseparable.
Everyone erupts into shouts, pure chaos in the rink, and out. The other teams student section yelling, and yours mirroring that. The hockey stick in Sunghoon's hand is long forgotten as he slams the other guy against the glass barrier, shaking it completely.
Your team's coach is blowing his whistle, yelling, but it's not enough. You watch as the boys on the rink skate over attempting to separate them, Lee Heeseung; Team captain making it there first, attempting to force Sunghoon off of the poor guy.
Park Jongseong or Jay as the team calls him, takes his other side, yelling at Sunghoon, telling him to stop, and that it's just “going to make shit worse”.
Sunghoon's fist is raised in the air, inches away from the guy in front of him who decided now was the time to make a comment about you. “Hoon— man we need you, don’t fuck it up.” Heeseung says. Placing a hand on his shoulder.
You watch from a distance as Sunghoon lowers his fist, pushing off the guy and stepping back, picking up his hockey stick to skate back to the other side.
The coach doesn’t even have to say anything because Sunghoon goes straight into the penalty box. And he knows he’s going to hear that shit later in the locker room.
You glance over at him a few feet away from you, shaking your head as he takes off his helmet, his sweat clad hair sticking to his forehead. He sets it on the ground more aggressively than needed.
The rest of the team skates back over to the bench gates, gathering around the coach, most likely discussing who they are going to sub in for Sunghoon.
He looks over at you as the boys go back on ice, taking position, you adjust your camera lens, trying to get the best shots you can of your school's Hockey team. You catch him looking from the corner of your eye.
Gesturing to the penalty box he’s sitting in, you mouth the words "That's what you get” before focusing back on your camera, he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. But God knows if anyone else had said that, they’d be in deep shit.
Five minutes later they put him back on the ice, the score now a whopping 5-4, Crimson Ville in the lead of course. One minute left in the third period, there's no doubt they are taking the win. Your eyes drift to the other team and their student section still trying to stay just as hyped as yours even if they know exactly what's going to happen.
Everyone was on their feet, the players making noise, cheers coming from all around as Heeseung passes the puck to Jay, you watch as a player from the opposite team rams into him, attempting to steer him off track, Jay manages to knock it over to another player, who gets it taken by someone from the opposite team.
Sunghoon comes in full force, nearly knocking him off his feet, shoulder ramming into him as he takes the puck, skating across the ice, inching closer and closer, Sunghoon looks for the familiar 07 jersey, spotting him immediately, Heeseung. He's quick to pass it over to him, Heeseung dodges a player coming at him, getting even closer to the goal
Jay covers him, bumping into a player on Heeseung's ass, the shouts grow louder as he gets closer to the Goal, everything is going how they planned the play, just when the goalie thinks Heeseung is going to hit the puck in, Sunghoon comes in on the other side, giving Heeseung a clear opening to pass it to him. It's a flash of Red, black, and white jerseys as Sunghoon knocks the puck into the goal, the opposite team's goalie caught completely off guard by the switch up.
Everyone abrupts into screams and shouts, cheering on, chanting their names, you watch as the boys from Crimson ville step over the boards, skating over to Sunghoon and Heeseung, slapping them on their helmets encouragingly.
Sunghoon looks at the crowd in the stands, before holding up his hockey stick in dramatic victory, smile bright on his face as the crowd cheers even louder, you capture the moment through your camera lens perfectly.
With it being the first game of the season, of course there's a celebration, especially since Crimson Ville won.
Sunghoon insisted on you going, the Party being held in his shared place with Jay and Heeseung. You were familiar with the place considering you came often, and also since it was kind of a hot spot for the parties here at Uni ever since Freshman year.
You try to adjust to the smell of alcohol, sweat, and something else as you enter the house, some loud rap song playing on their obnoxiously big speakers, lights flickering, people shouting, all still buzzing from the win.
The place was packed to the brim, bodies crowded, swaying. You and your friend, who happens to be the coaches daughter, both give each other a look.
“Im gonna find Yunjin and them, you’re gonna be alright?” She asks, standing on her tip toes to somewhat observe the crowd, you offer a nod and smile as she squeezes through, disappearing in the sea of bodies.
“Y/N!” you’d recognize that voice anywhere, some heads turn as none other than Park Sunghoon approaches you, red solo cup in hand, Jersey rolled up to act as a sleeveless shirt, he throws his arm around your shoulder in the way he normally does.
People used think you two were dating—They’d look at you and say “Oh y/n, nah she’d never get with a guy like him. She has too much respect for herself to do that.” since he’s sort of developed a reputation for himself, one that includes fucking girls and never anything more.
You tried to tell him it's wrong to do that, but he tends to give excuses like “I never promised them anything.” You roll your eyes as he guides you to the kitchen where you recognize the other players' faces.
“Aye, look who made it,” Heeseung says, pouring you a drink. “Someone wouldn't stop begging me too.” You eye Sunghoon who raises his hands innocently, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face. You take the drink from Heeseung, sipping a little before nearly gagging.
“God– what did you put in this, its radioactive” You stick your tongue out in a disgusted manner earning a laugh from him, “Jay mixed a bunch of shit together, apparently its one of his famous mixed drinks” Sunghoon mocks, getting a light shove from Jay who sniffs the drink in his cup “Its not even that bad– fuck, okay never mind.” He sets his cup down earning even more laughs.
Some more people fill up the kitchen, you prop yourself up on the counter, Sunghoon leans against it beside you. “So, get any good photos of me?” He asks, looking at you. “If you’re talking about the way you clip farmed at the end, then yes.” You stifle a laugh, “You know my best angles baby” He winks, you shove his shoulder, he holds it dramatically faking hurt making you laugh even harder.
You watch as a girl approaches him, no surprise with that. Dress clinging to her body, his gaze immediately drops to her chest before looking at her face. You take that as your sign to hop off the counter, he opens his mouth to call back for you but the girl already takes her chance, and you definitely don't want to know what she has to say.
You spot your friends on the couch, some clinging to the other players on the team, “-some big shot guy from Australia?” Jay questions, leaning over Heeseung's phone.
“Yeah– my dad said he's like really good, that's why he's transferring here.” Your friend says, repeating the words of the team's coach, You walk over, sitting in the open seat next to her on the couch, Heeseung on the other side. “Who are you guys talking about?” You ask over the loud music,
“Holy shit– He scored 56 goals last season?” Jay exclaims, scrolling on Heeseung's phone, “Man this guys something serious.” One of the other teammates says.
Heeseung leans forward to look at you, “We're getting a new transfer student, some university in Australia, I've been communicating with him a bit over break. He was supposed to be here for today's game but he couldn't make it– pretty sure he flies in on Sunday.”
Heeseung says casually eyes drifting to Jay who is now going through Heeseung's messages where he was in fact communicating with said transfer student. “Wait, is this why we still haven't accepted any offers for the extra room?” Jay asks curiously
“Yeah, he said he’d pay his side of the rent and everything, plus if he's as chill as he seems, he'll get along just right with us.” Heeseung says before snatching his phone from Jay before he sees something he shouldn't.
“Whats his name?” You ask, brow raised. “Jake Sim. Coach already has his Jersey ready, hes excited as fuck too.” Your friend chuckles, “Yeah it's all he's been talking about if it's not you, Jay or Sunghoon.” Your friend mumbles to Heeseung who says something low enough that you can't hear it.
You space out, the name sounds oddly familiar, Jake Sim..
That's when it clicks, you remember reading over the message from the Honors Society, the one where you were chosen to give a tour and help a new student, which is completely normal for those in the Program.
But now you know who that student is, Jake Sim. You don't say anything about it as conversation switches. But you know you’ll definitely look into it later.
Your eyes follow everyone else's as the team whistles, watching as Sunghoon holds the hand of the same girl from earlier, leading her up the stairs.
He offers them all the finger before disappearing. “He better be done by the time it clears out.” Jay mutters, running a hand through his hair, Heeseung chuckles knowingly.
You tilt your head questioning, “Last time he had some chick in there who couldn't keep her mouth shut for the life of her, screaming and shit–” Jay says, you cut him off “Okay, ew–” You make a disgusted face, earning a laugh from your friends.
“Girl, I don't know how you deal with him.” One of your friends say, legs swung over another players lap, you shrug offering a smile as the topic switches.
Normally you don't really stay to clean up at their place, considering it would quite literally be around 2-3 am by the time everyone clears out.
But you wanted to hear more about this Jake Sim everyone seems so eager about. “What made him want to transfer here?” You ask Heeseung curiously, washing the remains in a few used solo cups down the sink.
He throws some empty cans in a trashbag, not bothering to look at you “It was his best option, apparently he's smart as hell too.” He says casually, moving around the kitchen, putting away any extra alcohol leftover. “Oh..” You look down at your feet before washing out the sink.
“Alright backyards good, im not going any further because I dont know what im going to step into, especially with the lightweights who throw up everywhere and shit.” Jay says, shutting the glass slide door behind him.
“Did your friends head out y/n?” He asks, looking around. Heeseung's head pops up at that “Yeah, I wasn't going to make them stay to clean up.” You chuckle dryly.
“Plus, Sunghoon said he’d give me a ride.” You smile at the both of them, they give each other a look, one that you don't see before shutting off the sink and drying your hands off with a paper towel.
“Alright, but if he doesn’t come down in the next 30 minutes, Jay can take you.” Heeseung says, Jay makes an offended expression “Dude, I need my beauty sleep too–”
All three of your eyes shift to the sound of a door slamming upstairs, the culprit coming into sight right after.
The same girl from earlier that Sunghoon had brought up stomping angrily down the stairs, her steps faltering when she sees the three of you watching her with confused faces. Heeseung shakes his head knowingly before focusing back on cleaning up.
Her eyes immeditly land on you, “Fuck are you looking at?” She looks you up and down before moving to the front door, you don't say anything as she slams that one behind her as well.
“I don’t even want to know what he did.” Jay says, rubbing the back of his head.
“I’ll go talk to him.” You brush past both of them, making your way up the stairs. Your hand hovers over the handle, ultimately deciding to knock–just in case.
“Didn’t change my mind.” Sunghoon says, irritation leaking from his tone, your brows furrow before speaking up “Sunghoon, it's me.” He doesn't have to ask who, by now he's recognized the sound of your voice.
He opens the door for you 5 seconds later, you observe his room to see his clothes from earlier now discarded on the floor beside his messy bed. Hockey trophies stacked neatly along his shelf. Your eyes land on him, the grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the black Calvin Klein branded boxers poking out.
“Put some clothes on.” You move past him, picking up a white tank top hanging on his desk chair and throwing it at his chest. He chuckles before putting it on and shutting the door, laying on his bed causally.
He leans against his pillows, arms resting behind his head as he watches you. “Come’re” He pats the spot next to him, you slip off your sneakers before sitting down beside him.
“She seemed pretty upset.” You look down at him warily, he tries not to smile at your expression “Don’t worry about it, just lay with me for a little.” He says, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
You relax into his hold, hand resting on his chest “You still need to drive me home.” You mutter, eyes already feeling drowsy as his large hand flattens on your hair. “Says the one falling asleep.” He chuckles when your hand lightly hits him, practically tickling. “Shut up..” You mumble, curling deeper into his arms.
-
Sunday comes sooner than you expected, you made a note to set your alarm so you could get to the Honors Society building early, collecting the papers you need, including Jake Sim’s printed schedule.
You check your phone, smoothing down the front of your sweater and jeans before walking towards the main lobby.
“-Oh yeah, it's beautiful here. So much more different than home.” Your eyes find the sound immediately, the thick Australian accent cutting through your senses.
You observe him from behind, his dark washed jeans, to the white shirt with the words "Brisbane Hockey Championship" on the back. The girl, who you recognize as another student in the Honors Society smiling ear to ear while talking to him.
You walk closer, folder held in your hand. “Jake Sim?” You question, his eyes fall on you, taking you in. And to say this man was handsome was an understatement, he’s straight up gorgeous
“That's me” He smiles boyishly at you, eyes falling to your lips for a split second. Great, a natural flirt too.
“I'm y/n, you’re here for your schedule and tour right?” You ask, tilting your head. “Nice to meet you, y/n” He holds out his hand, you try not to smile at the formal gesture before shaking his, he holds it a second too long before letting go.
“Ill see you around, yeah?” He turns to the girl sitting down, she nods eagerly earning a chuckle from him before he falls into step beside you.
“So, Australia?” You ask, leading him outside the building, the sun beaming down on the campus. He looks down at you, “Accents that strong huh?” He asks playfully, “It’s not everyday we get a transfer from there.” You smile politely, opening the folder in your hand.
You hand him his schedule filled with the courses he chose, mirroring his credits from Australia, “You’re lucky, a lot of those are in the same area” You lean over, pointing. He nods, catching the faint smell of your peach scented shampoo. “Guess it's better we’re doing this on a Sunday then” He smiles, walking beside you.
After finishing the tour early, you and Jake had moved to the Hockey rink, he asked if he could see it since that's where he was going to be playing until he graduated from here.
You were happy to show him, but being you, wanting to fill the silence, accidentally brought up the story about the time you were sitting in this exact spot with your group of friends. It was freshman year before the first game of the season, which also happened to be your birthday.
Sunghoon decided it was the perfect time to surprise you with the rest of the team, unfortunately with a pink birthday stash and tiara, while encouraging everyone in the stands to sing happy birthday to you.
Jake was cheesing ear to ear at the story, you cringing in embarrassment. “Some friends you got yourself” He had said, chuckling. You didn't tell him it was Sunghoon, you don't know why either.
You don't know how long you two have been sitting here, just talking. Jake was the kind of person you could easily get along with, where conversation flowed.
He had nudged your shoulder jokingly calling you “princess” the nickname making a slight blush coat your cheeks, especially said with his accent.
Jake tries to be a respectful guy, he really does. But one thing about him is that he loves women. God– everything about them, so he was excited to come here, not only for hockey but also to see what this university could provide for him, sex wise maybe.
You lean your head back, laughing at something he said, his eyes trail down your neck, to the curve of your breast beneath your sweater before looking at your face again.
His phone goes off in his pocket, he reads the message across his screen from Heeseung saying that he's free to come by and get settled any time today.
You tilt your head as he stands up, helping you off the stands, you two walk next to each other like it's natural, stepping outside into the warm air. You turn to face him.
“In here is pretty much everything you need to know, if you want to change any of your classes, and I'm sure the Hockey schedule is in there too.” You hand it to him, “I'll see you around, Jake.” You smile, he doesn't think before reaching out for your wrist, you pause, facing him again.
“Do you mind if I get your number?” You raise your brow, “-In case I need help or anything, you seem to know a lot about everything.” He lets go of your hand gently
“Yeah, sure.” You hold out your hand and he swipes through his phone, you put your number in and hand it back to him. “If you need anything just send me a text.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, a part of him wishes he did it for you.
“Thanks for the tour, Princess.” You turn around hiding your face as you walk away from him, he shakes his head smirking before going the other way.
-
“I mean she practically broke the fucking hinges off the door.” Jay exaggerates, helping Jake bring his bags upstairs to his new room. “Nah, you’re just dramatic as hell.” Sunghoon chuckles, setting one of Jake's bags beside the bed.
Heeseung leans against the door frame with a smile on his face. “How about the girls in Australia?” Heeseung asks curiously. Jake whistles low “Man, they get fucking crazy over there. This one time this chick and her friends keyed my friends car because he broke it off, brand new too.”
Jay hisses at words, “All I have to say is don't mess with those Gold Coast girls.” The guys make their way down to the living room after Jake said he didn't want to “hold them up”
“Alright rules.” Heeseung says, dragging the other three's attention to him. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “First, try to pick up. Which shouldn't be an issue considering how neatly packed your bags are.”
That earns a chuckle from Jake, “Second, if you’re having a girl over, for the love of God– try not to have her screaming and shit, or eating our food.” He emphasizes the last part, Jay eyes Sunghoon, laughing when he flips him off.
“Third.. Uh– pay rent on time.” Heeseung leans back against the couch proudly. Jake nods after each rule, understanding.
“How about now though? Have you seen anyone who interests you?” Sunghoon asks curiously, observing Jake from the other couch.
“I mean not really–” the image of you flashes in his mind “Actually, the girl who helped me out today with the tour and stuff.” Jake says casually, finger absent mindedly tracing the edge of his phone. “Damn, what's her name?” Jay asks, leaning forward.
“Y/n.” Jake replies, running a hand through his hair. Sunghoon stills at the mention of your name.
Out of all fucking people.
Jake notices the sudden change in the room, “Like y/n l/n?” Jay leans forward just to clarify “Yeah.. you guys know her?”
“Since first year, Sunghoons known her since high school though.” Heeseung says Jake's eyes drift to Sunghoon whose lips are tightened, biting the inside of his cheek.
“Those two have been inseparable ever since, Sunghoons like some little puppy, following her around and shit–” Jay starts with a smirk on his face “I don't follow her around dickhead.”
Jake eyes Sunghoon, silently thinking about the relationship you have with him, “Yeah right, she has you on a leash.” Heeseung chuckles, the boys watch as Sunghoon pulls out his phone. “Fine, she can tell you herself.” Sunghoon sends a message to you, watching as the bubbles appear next to your name.
Sunghoon: Come over
You: Why..
Sunghoon: am I not allowed to hangout with my bestfriend
Sunghoon: we can order in from the korean bbq
You: I'm on the way
Sunghoon holds his phone up, victory gleaming in his eyes, “Great, now tell her to invite her sexy ass friends.” Jay says encouragingly, Sunghoon squints at him “You just did that so she would bring them didn't you.” he asks knowingly.
Jay shrugs, earning a laugh from Heeseung. Sunghoon texts it anyway, you replying with a “Jay asked didn't he.”
“Im gonna unpack some of my stuff before anyone gets here.” Jake says, standing up, the boys nod before focusing back on each other, Sunghoon's eyes linger a bit longer before looking away.
You arrive 15 minutes later, still wearing the same outfit from earlier, your hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sunghoon stands up walking over to you, “Hey–”
“Wheres Jake? Did he move all his stuff in?” You ask curiously, peaking behind Sunghoon's shoulder. He scrunches his nose at that
“What? You’re not excited to see me?” He asks, finger tucking a loose strand of hair from your ponytail behind your ear. “Should I be?” You observe his eyes for a moment
“He's upstairs.” Jay says casually, scrolling through his phone. Sunghoon shoots him a glare, watching as you brush past him.
You see him before he notices you, he's unpacking some clothes out of a box, putting them into his closet. You knock on the door lightly, his face softens when he sees you. “Hey, didn’t know you were so familiar with them.” Jake says, you don't catch the tone beneath it. You lean against his door frame.
“Im surprised they even like spending time with me.” you chuckle lightly, he pauses, setting the hoodie in his hand down facing you.
“Why?” He asks curiously, “You’re fun to be around.” He says casually, his honesty making your heart leap in your chest pathetically.
“I–Thanks” You smile, “You don’t have to stand out there” He says, watching the way you linger by his door. You step in, looking around curiously.
Your eyes landing on a photo in a black frame sitting on the edge of his desk, you inch closer to it, bending down slightly to get a better look. “Are these your friends from Australia?” You ask,
“Mhm.” He replies, you didn't realise how close he got to you, his arm brushes yours as he picks the frame up, you straighten. “Hm, cute.” You smile down at the photo of him smiling with his friends, his eyes never leave your face as you observe the photo “Yeah–”
“What do you want from the Korean BBQ place?” Sunghoon's sharp voice cuts through the moment, if it even was one.
You back away from Jake like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn't. He doesn't miss that. “Uh–the..”
“I know what you want y/n.” He looks at Jake expectantly, “Im fine with Samgyeopsal” Sunghoon nods before his eyes are back on you
“Come on. We’re picking it up.” He says briefly, you walk closer to the door, turning down the hallway, you give Jake a small wave before following after him.
“Do you like him?” Sunghoon asks bluntly, you turn to face him “Who? Jake?”
“Yeah, who else.” His grip tightens on the steering wheel. “I literally haven't known the man for more than 24 hours, he’s nice though, and.. Pretty.”
Sunghoon side eyes you for a moment “Pretty?” he spits out, “Yeah.” You reply, leaning your arm on the center console.
“What about me?” The question catches you off guard, you clear your throat. “I mean you have a reputation for being the campus pretty boy, actually your whole friend group does.” You chuckle, he doesn't say anything so you continue
“Yes you’re pretty Sunghoon.” You say smiling, eyes lingering on his side profile.
“Whos prettier then?” Sunghoon asks, he can't believe he's actually asking this right now, but he doesn't care. “You’re ridiculous.” You nudge his shoulder playfully
“Hey, I'm just trying to make sure no one replaces me” He shrugs, “You should know better than anyone, that no one could replace you.” You smile at him all too innocently, the way you say it makes him believe it.
He tries to block out the voice in his head that tells him Jake could be the one to shift that, and he can’t let that happen.
That afternoon was one of those times where you’re happy you didn't plan anything. Your friends mixed with Sunghoon’s all getting along, the discarded Korean BBQ sitting on the table at the center of the living room.
“—Hell no, Lakeview State is ass. I'm betting on a 6-0 score.” Jay says confidently, “I don’t know man, I've been looking at their stats with coach and they cleared Summit Valley last week.” Heeseung says, rubbing his jaw in thought.
Sunghoon sits back down beside you on the couch, arm resting casually behind your shoulders, he hands you a can of soda, “Yeah, yeah, no drinking on school nights.” He rolls his eyes, mocking your words, earning a jab to his ribs.
Your eyes drift to Jake who is now talking to a few of your friends, practically surrounding him like a pack of hyenas closing in on their next meal. “He seems to be doing well” You nod over to Jake, Sunghoon’s eyes follow yours, resisting the urge to pull your face towards his, making you look at no one other than him.
“Yeah.” He replies blandly, fingers twisting the strands at the end of your ponytail casually.
Even when you got home that night, you still tried to make sense of the few minutes spent in Jake's room, then your mind shifted to Sunghoon, the look on his face.
You tell yourself he's just being possessive, which is normal for him since he's always been like that. It's nothing new, right..?
-
“Oh, this is going to be good.” your friend says, watching as the boys from the opposite team stretch on the ice, You look around, shaking your head with a smile at the group of guys behind you, shirtless with the word Crimson painted in red across their chests.
As the boys from your schools team make their way on the ice to warm up, the student section erupts into cheers, The guys saying things like “Lakeview State is fucking cooked.” and the girls practically drooling as the guys start stretching, specifically when they get into the frog pose. (look it up guys trust)
Your eyes land on the brand new #15 Jersey, Jake. As he braces both hands on the ice and rolls his hips, “God he's so hot..” A girl to the other side of you says, someone you don't recognize too well.
“Girl, if he can do that on ice, imagine what he can do in bed.” Her other friend says, you can't help but blush at the statement.
Jake’s all the university has been buzzing about since the beginning of the week. From his sweet personality, to his thick accent, to his absolutely gorgeous face, everyone is obsessed with him.
Rightfully so, I mean just look at him. You unknowingly lick your lips, watching him. His eyes search the crowd mid stretch until they land on you, he gives you that same boyish smile from the day you met him, and you can't help the heat that rises up your neck.
“Omg he totally looked at me? Did you see that?” You try not to roll your eyes at the voice of the girl beside you, “I heard there's a party at Heeseung and them's place tonight.. And he also doesn't have a girlfriend.” Her friend says, you bite down the inside of your cheek, holding yourself back from saying something—
“Hey, you good?” Your friend asks with a concerned look on her face “What–yeah I'm fine.” You chuckle before focusing back on the ice as the boys get into position. Their attention is drawn away as the first period starts and the crowd begins their “oohs” and “ahs”.
To no surprise, Sunghoon scores the first goal of the night, earning slaps on his helmet from his teammates. You laugh at the way he flexes his arms to the student section.
And they were not exaggerating about Jake's skill in this sport. The way he moves on the ice was similar to Sunghoon, but there was something different about it, almost carefree, but also calculated. Which is why he was the second to score a point.
“Jay was not joking about them being terrible..” Your friend says with a yikes expression on her face looking at the other team. You watch as the scoreboard number changes to 4-0 as Heeseung scores a point. “Nah, I think Crimson is just too good.” A guy behind you says.
After waiting for them to finish changing and thankfully showering, you and your friends fall into step with the four boys. Sunghoon throws an arm around your shoulder, his other holding his duffel bag.
“How’d I look out there?” He asks, “How about you ask one of your many admirers." You nod over to the group of girls who giggle when he looks their way. “I'm asking you y/n” He says, stopping at the trunk of his car, opening it to throw his bag in.
“You looked good.” You say casually
“Pretty?” He presses, earning a glare from you.
“You’re so annoying..” He laughs, catching your hand before you walk away. “Are you coming to the party?”
“Yeah actually, Jake–”
“Princess,” Jake calls out, car keys in hand, making his way to you. Sunghoon scoffs,
Princess? Who the fuck is princess?
“Ready?” Jake asks, eyes never leaving yours as you nod. “I’ll see you there m’kay hoon?” You smile, falling into step beside Jake.
Sunghoon stands there in disbelief, partly because you’re not riding with him for the first time in like forever, and he can't help the jealousy that fills his chest knowing you’re going to be in the car alone, with Jake.
The same Jake who can’t keep his eyes off of you, and does anything to get his hands on you.
You take off your sweater, leaving you in a simple black tank top, completely normal to wear especially on a warm night like this. Jake tries not to make it obvious that he's looking at your newly exposed skin.
His fist tightens around the steering wheel when you make a movement to fix your hair, causing your breasts to move, Fuck, he really shouldn’t be thinking these things but he cant stop himself.
He imagines what they would look like all marked up in shades of pink and purple from him licking and biting at them. If he wasn't such a gentleman, he’d go ahead and pull your tank top and bra down just to expose them so he could squeeze them while he drives. His half hard cock throbs at the thought.
“-really good.” you turn to face him, “Huh?” He asks, confused, you chuckle before repeating yourself
“I was saying that you were really good out there, especially for your first game with the team.” You watch his face soften, “Thanks princess, it helps that coach has us working our asses off at practice.” He takes over the wheel with his left hand, placing the other one on the center console.
“I bet, Sunghoon and them always talk about how many repeated reps they have to do.” You let out a small laugh.
He glances over at you when you mention his name, specifically emphasizing him over his other teammates. But he has no right to be jealous, if that's even what he's feeling.. You and Jake are in a good place right now, but it could take one small move to change that, and he’s willing to risk it.
As soon as you walk in you spot Jay yelling over the music “Alright if any of you fuckers throws up in the backyard I swear everyones out!” The crowd growing inside of the house just murmurs and nods, one of the players from the team yelling “Yeah okay– when are the strippers coming?” Jay flips him off, turning back on the music so he doesn't have to hear the way everyone laughs.
Jake lets a smile slip, hand splayed on your waist as he approaches the kitchen, you search for Sunghoon only to find him sitting on the couch, some girl you don't recognize on his lap, his finger casually tracing her thigh.
Did he not see you? How come he didn't invite you in? Maybe you really have gotten used to the princess treatment. You swallow before facing Jake again, only to find him talking to a group of girls who conveniently ended up in the kitchen shortly after.
God you need a drink right now. You look around the counters only to find half empty cans of beer, checking the cardboard box to find none in there as well.
Great, the one time you actually want to drink. Your eyes drift to Sunghoon again, his hand now splayed higher on the girl's thigh, practically brushing along her panties under her dress.
“Princess?” Jake slips a hand around you, splayed on your hip. You hum in response.
He follows your line of sight, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I finished my room if you want to see?” He says, voice low, lips grazing your earlobe.
A shiver goes down your spine, “Is this your way of getting me in your room Jake Sim?” You smile, turning to look up at him. “Is it working?” He asks through a grin, biting his plump lip.
“Maybe.” You tilt your head, observing the mischievous glint in his eyes, along with something else you can't quite name.
You disappear into the crowd with him, moving past the stagger of bodies, and up the stairs.
It smells like him. So much like him, he closes the door behind him, watching you look around. “It's clean.” You note, eyes falling to his made bed, the dark grey sheets and matching pillows.
“Thought it was going to be messy?” he chuckles, watching you look around his space “Have you seen Sunghoons?” you laugh, looking down at his desk, the computer science textbook right in the middle along with a notebook filled with writing.
“You talk about him a lot y’know.” Jake says quietly, you flip through the pages of his textbook mindlessly, “Hm?”
“Sunghoon.” He mutters, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Jealous?” You ask, closing the distance between the two of you, standing directly between his legs. “Should I be?” He trails both hands up to your hips before pulling you down flush against his lap, facing him. You can’t help the gasp of surprise that leaves your mouth.
You rest your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself “You smell so good” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your peach shampoo.
You let your head fall back slightly, exposing more of your neck. Inching one of your hands up, running it through his soft brown hair. His lips ghost across your neck “Mmm..” You press your hips down harder against him, his half hard cock in his sweatpants hitting the seam of your jeans just right. He groans softly into your neck, lips trailing along your jaw.
You tilt his head up, looking down at his plush pink lips, he wets them subconsciously, you lean down, experimenting, lightly pressing yours against his.
You pull back, wanting to see his reaction. “Don’t stop–” He whispers, desperately chasing your lips again, you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down. His hands slip lower, cupping your ass through your jeans, holding you down harder, dragging you up and down his clothed cock.
“Jake..” You whimper out when he bites down on your lip, he smirks at the way you say his name. “Sounds pretty when you say it like that” He brings his hand up, cupping your left breast, squeezing through your tank top and bra “Ah– fuck..” You bury your face onto his shoulder to hide your reactions. “Shy now, hm?”
He presses his lips against yours again, tongue begging for entry, you grant it—moaning into his mouth, him trying to savor your taste.
He can’t take it anymore, he tries he really does, but his self control can only go so far. He pulls back for a moment, cupping both of your tits in his strong veiny hands before looking up at you.
You nod, not exactly sure why, but whatever it is has to be good. He licks his lips, trying to contain the drool threatening to pool out with how fucking thirsty he is for this.
He frees your tits from your tank top and bra, biting down on his lip at the sight of how full they are. You would probably feel embarrassed maybe, but with the way he's looking at you right now, you feel adored.
He swipes his thumbs over your nipples, watching the way they pebble beneath the touch. “Cute” He looks up at you before squeezing your breasts together, kneading the soft flesh with his hands, you let out small sounds at the feeling, no one's ever paid this much attention to your chest before.
He buries his nose in between dragging his tongue along the middle before popping one of your nipples in your mouth, sucking on it softly. He groans at the taste of you on his tongue. Practically drinking in every sound you let out.
He moves his mouth to the other side, flicking your wet nipple with his thumb as he sucks harder, drawing all kinds of reactions from your sensitive body. “F-feels good..” You say through a light moan, one hand laced in his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder.
He hums in response. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I've ever seen princess.” he sucks on the skin just above your nipple, leaving a faint mark.
You blush at the compliment, heat rising up your already pink cheeks. “Mm, pussies’ probably even prettier huh?” He breathes out, holding your boobs together, your back arches, hips grinding as he shakes his head, tongue flat on your nipples, alternating sucking them every few seconds while his hands squeeze into the warm flesh–
“Y/n?” You freeze, the familiar voice cutting through your senses. Sunghoon. Jake lets out a sound at the interruption as you stand up, fixing your top to how it somewhat was before Jake decided to devoured you.
“Uh– yeah?” You call out, walking over to Jake's door, trying to ignore the wetness pooled in your underwear. Sunghoon swings the door open, eyes falling on Jake who looks composed as ever leaning on his hands on the bed.
Bulge clear in his pants if you squint, which Sunghoon doesn't need to. His eyes fall on you, the flushed expression on your face, the way your bra strap is twisted, his fingers tighten around the door knob when he notices the reddish mark on your exposed cleavage. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know exactly what was going on before he came in.
“Hee wants us to grab some drinks. People are bitching because there's none left.” Sunghoon says, watching the smug smirk on Jake's face. “Us? Can’t you just go?” You ask, grabbing his arm out of instinct.
Jake's eyes follow the contact, his grin faltering a second. “I need you to help me choose the best stuff.” Sunghoon says, finally looking down at your face. You sigh, slipping back on your shoes “We can—talk again later?” You turn, eyes meeting Jakes.
He nods, offering that sweet boyish smile that has everyone on campus wrapped around his finger. “Im a patient man.” He says, you smile back, Sunghoon looks at Jake one more time before shutting the door harshly.
The ride to the nearest gas station is quiet. The only thing filling the empty silence being the faint music playing from his car speakers.
You turn to look at him for probably the 50th time in the last 10 minutes. His sharp features even more defined with the low street lights. “Are you upset?” You finally ask, the words coming out more choked than intended.
“Do I have a reason to be?” His eyes stay focused on the road when he speaks, “Hoon, answer the question.”
He pulls over, making the car jerk to a stop. “Did you fuck him?” He asks bluntly, his full focus now on you. “W-what–” you’re caught off guard,
“Answer the question y/n.” He says, repeating your words. “Sunghoon-” his eyes drop to the faint red mark on your chest, still fresh from earlier. You don't bother hiding it. “We just..” You breathe out once, “We just kissed.”
“On your tits?” He eyes the mark again, your face flushes at the accusation, the very true one. “Yes.” You whisper, shame creeping in slightly.
“Did you like it?” He asks, catching you off guard again. “You don’t have to lie to me.” He says, more comforting.
You nod, unable to form words in this moment. “And did he make you come?” You look up at him, his completely serious face. “No–” He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “The guy gets you alone like that and can’t even bother to–”
“Well maybe if you didn't interrupt he would have!” you defend yourself and Jake, because you know damn well that man knows how to please a woman.
“Oh, so now I was interrupting you because I wanted to spend time with my friend.” Sunghoon accuses, “Really? You sure this wasn't just to grill me like some– some overprotective boyfriend?” He laughs. He actually fucking laughs in your face.
“That’s actually hilarious– fuck that might’ve been the funniest shit you’ve said all night” You look at him like hes crazy
“Im not even trying to be funny! God—shut up.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Damn, maybe if he actually made you come you wouldn't be acting so pissy right now.” He glances down at the way your arms push up your chest, the roll of your eyes clearly stating you don't know his true intentions.
“Bet your pussy’s all wet from earlier too” He smirks, rolling his bottom lip behind his teeth. This time you scoff, disbelieving.
He continues “Poor baby couldn't get her needy pussy rubbed huh?—Don’t think I forgot about that douche from Senior year who couldn't even get you to come with his fingers.” Sunghoon chuckles.
Your face reddens at the memory, specifically after, when you went to Sunghoon crying because you thought something was wrong with you. You remember him even offering to order some expensive vibrator on amazon just so he could prove to you that you were fine.
“Still use that vibrator I got you for your birthday hm?” It’s stashed away in your bedside drawer, there for when you need some sort of relief. Your silent response is all the answer he needs. “Ah, I see. It wasn't enough was it? Your greedy cunt probably needs some real dick huh, remind me again–when was the last time you got some?”
“Are you trying to make me more mad than I already am?” He rolls his eyes, “Calm down baby, I'm just teasing you like always– Not my fault you can’t take a joke because your pussy’s throbbing for an orgasm.” He says, flicking your shoulder with his finger. “Come on just admit it–”
“Fine! Yes im obviously fucking upset, yes im still wet, and yes it fucking hurts, and its all because you interupted us.” You say, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“Ah, there she is.” He watches you closely, “Always so put together, when I know deep down you’re just as fucked up as me.” His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek as he watches your chest rise and fall. “Bet poor Jakey doesn't even know what he got himself into with you.”
Deep down, Jake knows, likes it even.
“I mean, I’d offer to help but you seem pretty stuck on being pissed at me right now.” He shrugs, resting his arm on the center console. “Some sex toys from amazon isnt–” He levels his gaze on you
“I'm not talking about a sex toy y/n.” You look down at his hand on the center console, the way his long, slender fingers casually rub little circles with his middle and ring finger. Your eyes meet his, trying to process what he’s suggesting.
“Y’know, since Jake's not here, and I can tell when any woman is desperate to come.” His eyes drop to the way your thighs clench together, the same way they've been doing this whole time he was reading you like a book.
You bite your lip contemplating in your mind, but from the way your juices pool even more in your underwear, you know your body’s already decided for you. And who are you to say no to your own needs?
“Fuck–” you let out through a whimper, Sunghoon knows hes already got you. Fuck what all his friends said about you having him wrapped around your finger, funny how he’s about to prove them very wrong. He nods at you to continue, you remind yourself this is your best friend, of course he'd offer to help you, that's what friends do!
You move your hands down, unbuttoning your jeans, wincing at how sensitive your skin is, he watches you closely as you pull your jeans down until they're pooled at your ankles.
“Come on, spread ‘em.” he urges, you shift until you’re leaning against the side of the door, distancing your knees from each other. “Holy fuck–” He lets out a breathless chuckle at your desperate state, eyes locked on the wet spot of your panties.
He can't help the way his cock jumps in his jeans, seeing his best friend like this, spread open, pussy dripping for any taste of release. He pulls your legs farther apart, watching the way the damp fabric stretches across your soaked lips.
“He’s missin’ out.” Sunghoon says, hooking his finger around your panties and moving them to the side. You whimper at the feeling of the air nipping your skin.
He licks his lips, the faint street lights illuminating the sheen that coats your inner thighs. “Knew it’d be pretty too.” He swipes his thumb over your aching clit, drawing a gasp from you.
“Hoon– don't tease.” your hand grips the passenger seat to keep yourself grounded. “Why, you’re cute when you're all needy.” He starts with slow circles on your clit, rubbing with his thumb, spreading your leaking arousal everywhere.
“It’s like you fucking pissed yourself” He laughs, bringing two long fingers down to tease the entrance of your desperate hole. You blush at the observation, he notices your embarrassment.
“Dont be shy baby.” He coos, teasing your entrance, the pads of his two fingers circling it. You roll your hips slightly, wanting more. He doesn't like that. His other hand comes up, holding your hip, keeping you in place. “Stop being greedy.” He hisses.
“It hurts Hoon– fuck, I cant..” You breathe out as his thumb flicks your clit again. He slips one of his fingers in your hole, only the first knuckle “You’re so damn tight” He groans at the feeling of your slick walls pulsing
“You don't finger yourself or something?” He chuckles, still joking around even when you’re spread for him like this “Mmm– shut up and keep going..” Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes his finger in deeper, your wetness acting as lubricant for his very long digit.
“Open your eyes.” He watches your face, the way your eyebrows knit together, “Look at how good your pussy takes it” He curls his finger, brushing a sensitive spot inside you that has you bucking your hips, he shifts his other hand to your stomach, holding you down so you can stop moving.
“Feels good Hoon..” You moan out, taking your hand off the seat to grab your boob through your tank top, touching it the same way Jake did. Sunghoon's mouth falls open ever so slightly at the sight.
He gets you used to the rhythm of his finger, pulling it out completely earning a whine from you. Before you can say anything, he shoves two in, curling just right, You reach your hands out gripping his forearm clawing at the hand that's splayed on your stomach. “Hoon!– yeah, I- fuck!” You cry out, his fingers fucking into you faster, His palm hitting your clit with every brutal drag of his fingers.
“Sucking my fingers in so good..” He licks his lips, thrusting his fingers into you harder, the familiar feel of a pussy fluttering around his fingers telling him you’re close.
“Hoon– Im..” You let your head fall back against the car door as he works his fingers so fucking fast. Your grip on his arm falters as your orgasm comes crashing on you, your legs trembling, pussy drooling on his fingers.
“Fuck thats hot.” His pace turns slow, just feeling up your walls, “mhmm..” He chuckles at your state, “Hm? What was that?”
You can't even get a word out with how sensitive you are, not even sure what you’re trying to say. He pulls his fingers out, you whimper at the emptiness, “What?” He moves his hand from your stomach, fixing your underwear and wiping his wet fingers on his jeans.
Your eyebrows knit together, still trying to process what just happened. He sighs, acting annoyed even though he's anything but that. “Put your seatbelt on, still need to get the beer.” He says causally like he didn't just finish absolutely obliterating your pussy with his fingers.
You lift your hips, pulling back on your jeans with trembling hands. You fumble over your seatbelt, feeling his eyes on you.
“God–” He reaches over, doing it for you. You don't know what to do with your hands, settling them in your lap. He looks over at you again, his hand coming up to your face to make you look at him. “You did good baby, okay?” His hand loosely wraps into your hair, he leans down pressing a kiss to your forehead. The action so intimate, you can't help the flutter in your heart..
Sunghoon places the packs of beers on the kitchen counter, “Damn man about time.” Heeseung says, grabbing himself a beer. “Yeah– traffic was really bad.” Sunghoon says, looking down at you with a faint smirk. “Um, yeah everyone was out.” You add, Heeseung just looks at the both of you before shrugging and making his way to the backyard.
Jake watches the interaction, eyes tracking Sunghoon's hand as he rubs small circles on your hip. He watches Sunghoon lean down to whisper something in your ear before grabbing a beer and following Heeseung out back.
Jake walks over to you slipping a hand on your lower back casually to grab himself a drink, you look up at him, smiling innocently.
Yeah fucking right. “Wanna head out there? I know they have a pretty intense game of beer pong going on, and I heard you’re quite the expert with your aim.” Jake says, toying with the hem of your tank top. “Please tell me they didn't mention the story from first year..” You groan when he tries to stifle a laugh.
You follow Jake outside, watching as Sunghoon downs a shot, wrapping his arm around some girls waist. You swallow, not realizing how dry your throat got.
You shake your head before facing Jake's gorgeous face and smiling. “I guess I'll show you how it's done.” you say through a giggle that has his sweatpants feeling even more confined. “Alright, princess.”
Sunghoon doesnt bother to hide his open flirting with multiple girls, Jake on the other hand can’t help it, its like they’re fucking drawn to him and his every movement.
Constantly touching his arms, “Oh Jakey! You’re so good at hockey, let me suck your dick please!” Okay, that's not exactly what they say, but you can see it in their eyes.
You try to ignore the feeling in your chest when you see Sunghoon lead a girl inside and up the stairs. Like always, except the feeling of.. Jealousy? Feels even stronger now.
That night even when he fucked her into his matress he couldnt get you out of his head, the way your little pussy was squeezing his fingers tighter than any of the whores around campus. And he actually managed to not say your name while coming! Unlike last time..
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You’ve been hanging out with Jake one on one for the past two weeks, at least whenever he would send you a “Let me see you” text, or a “Lets study together”, which would ultimately lead to him holding you on his lap after he finished his assignments, trying to distract you from your own work, rocking his hips against yours until you finally gave him the attention he so desperately wanted.
Jake was a pervert. But that's a part of him no one really sees, unless he wants them to.
So while pretty boy Jake sweet talks his professors, makes everyone laugh in whatever room he steps into, while also perfectly maintaining his social/ academic life, he's sending you pictures..specifically the one you’re looking at right now.
You’ve never been into receiving nudes from anyone, whenever any of your girl friends would show you the new dick pic some random guy sent them you would close your eyes saying something like “I do not want to see that!” Though you understand why it could boost your ego, because a part of you feels..good?
You’re still hovering over the picture he sent 4 minutes ago, grey sweatpants low on his waist, his veiny hand gripping his thick cock, which isn't even fully hard in the photo.
You bite your lip, because why does it feel so good looking at this. You close your legs together, feeling a heat form in your core.
Jake: -Image attachment-
Jake: He misses you, Princess
You: Giving your dick pronouns lol?
You: How bad does he miss me though..
The next message is a video, only 15 seconds long, but you've never clicked open so fast. You sit up straight in your bed, turning up your brightness on your phone in your dark room with it being 10:38 at night.
“Mmm.. fuck–” Jakes voice cuts through your speakers, his dick is fully hard in his sweatpants and hes rubbing it with his hand, a small wet spot forming where his tip is. He gives his dick a squeeze before the video ends.
Jake: What about you?
You can’t help the nervous excitement surging through you as you lift your baggy sleep shirt slightly, your bare chest exposed to the crisp air of your room.
You squeeze them together with one arm, making sure they look good for the camera before angling your phone and snapping a picture. You honestly don't know if it's good or not since you’ve never really been the type to send pictures of yourself like this. Your finger hovers over the send button before clicking it.
“Told you.” Jake turns the phone around, facing it towards Sunghoon whose disbelieving look washes off his face. “Fuck–” He says, standing up and taking the phone from Jake, zooming in on your hard nipples. “Her tits are actually perfect.” He says to himself.
“Something we can agree on.” Jake snatches his phone back. Typing a reply about how perfect you are.
Sunghoon can’t help the need to one up him when he speaks “Too bad it’s not her pussy though. You should’ve seen it the other night— throbbing and shit.” Sunghoon chuckles at the memory, the same one he’s used to jerk off almost every night since.
Jake rolls his eyes, because it should have been his fingers in you that night.
You didn't have to tell him for him to know what happened. It actually was Sunghoon who said something. Practice had ran late last week, Jake and Sunghon being the last ones there.
And out of all the places, he asks in the fucking communal showers. The only thing filling the room was the sound of the water hitting the tile floor, and the steam surrounding them.
“So, did you ever get what you wanted?” Sunghoon asks casually, letting the water soak into his hair, Jake looks over at him for a second before continuing to wash his arms “What are you talking about–” Jake starts “Y/n.”
“What about her.” Jake turns the heat up, the boiling hot water seeping into his skin. “Did you fuck her yet or not?” Sunghoon asks bluntly, expecting an answer.
Jake opens his mouth, then closes it, the words lost. He remembers implying it, but the farthest you let him go was dry humping until you both were nothing but heavy breathing and moaning, you claimed it was because you ‘didn't want any of the guys to walk in’. Or maybe it was one specific guy.
“Hm. Shame, I can tell she’s been craving some dick lately. Guess my fingers weren't enough.” He shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing his towel to wrap around his waist.
Jake pauses for a moment, processing. Before shutting off the water and following him out, wrapping his own towel around him. “I knew you did that shit on purpose– Fuck, you probably just wanted her to yourself huh?” Jake says, watching as Sunghoon opens his locker, grabbing his clothes.
“I think she wants the both of us for herself.” Sunghoon chuckles, peeling off the towel to put on his boxers, not paying any attention to Jake.
“She’s always been a little greedy, plus I know she’s never had any good dick before in her life so it makes sense.” Sunghoon says, putting on the rest of his clothes and running his hand through his wet hair.
“So what do you want with her then?” Jake asks, “I mean, she's my best friend, I was obviously trying to help her.” Sunghoon mutters. “And you think she really wants both of us?” Jake bites his lip in thought, “I know she wants both of us.” He says before throwing his bag over his shoulder and walking out.
And now he’s here, with Sunghoon, seeing just how far you’ll go.
Sunghoon has to admit hes grown to like Jake more, hes actually chill as fuck. The whole pretty boy thing you said is checking out. “Alright you try then.” Jake mumbles, nodding to Sunghoon's phone in his pocket.
“Fine.” He says, pulling his phone out, he clicks on your contact typing up a casual way to approach you so that it's not too obvious what him and Jake are doing.
Hoon: wyd?
“Dude seriously? That's literally code for ‘you're about to receive a dick pic, 3, 2 ,1 go.” Jake eyes his phone.
“Says the one who sent her one.” Sunghoon mumbles, before reading your reply.
You: in bed. trying and failing to fall asleep lol
Hoon: ik what could help you
You: ??
Hoon: sex ;)
Your hand flies to your mouth, slight disbelief on your face at the message, though a part of you isn't really surprised considering he’s always been suggestive like this
You: that's too bad
Hoon: masturbation works just as good
Hoon: how about that vibrator that I know you still use?
Sunghoon leans back in Jake's chair, tongue poking out his teeth as he waits for your reply. You shift on your bed, glancing at your bedside drawer.
Opening it, you pull out the light pink wand Sunghoon bought you back in Senior year. You still can’t believe he's the one who got you your first sex toy.
Seven minutes pass, still no reply. “Not so confident now are you–” Jake starts, but immediately shuts up when he hears your breathy little moans come from Sunghoon's phone.
“No fucking way.” Jake moves to the edge of the bed, Sunghoons eyes are locked on the way you press the vibrator to your clit, before tossing it aside and running two small fingers through your slick, holding them up to the camera and parting them just so he can see how wet you are. His half hard cock twitches at the sight.
“Come on! Let me see–” Jake reaches forward to grab the phone. “Dude– hold on!” Sunghoon grimaces, before moving forward, holding it out so they both can watch. The video isn't long, but it’s fucking hot.
“Fuck, you hear that?” Jake tries to stifle a groan as he rewinds back, The sound of your messy pussy filling the room, Sunghoon palms himself roughly before swiping out of the video.
Hoon: You sound so pretty baby
Hoon: Can I see your face?
You bite down on your lip before fixing your hair in your camera and taking a selfie, “God–look at her.” Sunghoon says, reacting to the photo with a heart.
“Send me all of this right now.” Jake says, reaching to snatch Sunghoons phone in desperation “Send me her titty picture then.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Jake rolls his eyes.
“Im telling her to come over after the game on Friday." He says, laying back down against his pillows.
“Aren’t the guys gonna be here?” Sunghoon stands up, tucking his phone in his pocket. “Nah, Heeseung wanted to go to the club, Jay’s going with him.” Jake's eyes fall to the message from Sunghoon, the video and picture.
He smirks before looking up again, “Are you gonna watch me jerk off or what?” Jake chuckles, watching as Sunghoon walks out, middle finger held up, knowing damn well he's about to go do the same thing.
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You’ve always had this need to prove you aren't selfish. Constantly putting other people before yourself, at some point it even became a habit.
Maybe that's why this tension between you, Sunghoon, and Jake feels so good. Maybe that's why you feel like you’re thriving off the attention, How almost desperate they seem for you.
The fun part is that nobody knows either, it's just a shared secret between the three of you. Whatever it is you have going on anyway.
That’s what you’re thinking about as you watch them on the ice. Adjusting your camera lens to perfectly capture Sunghoon's side profile as he moves.
Maybe this isn't what you should be focusing on right now, since you were technically given specific instructions to get more photos of the other team members.
You move to shift your camera, but Jake comes into the frame, patting Sunghoon on the shoulder. You see him lean in slightly to say something and both of their eyes shift to you, you immediately put the camera down with an embarrassed look on your face.
Sunghoon says something back, making Jake let out a chuckle before skating back into their starting positions. You tilt your head at the interaction, interesting.
Even with a simple pair of leggings and hoodie you felt slightly exposed, because every time they looked your way, it felt like they could see right through you.
You wait out in the lobby area, going through the pictures you took on your camera–”Y/n?” Heeseung says, Jay a few feet behind him.
“You’re not going out with us tonight?” He questions
“No– I was going to stay in” You shake your head, “Damn, no one wants to Hee.” Jay says, checking his phone.
“What do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head curiously. “Both Jake and Sunghoon are refusing to go out tonight. Said they were “too tired”.
Jay rolls his eyes. You swallow, clearing your dry throat. “Oh– is Sunghoon in the locker room still?” You look back again, just to see some of the other players walk out.
“Nah, I think he’s in his car, you want us to walk you out or–” Heeseung starts
“No, its okay” You say a little too quickly “You guys have fun!” Heeseung and Jay look at each other as you walk out.
There's no way right? Because you could have sworn Jake said he was the only one not going out so why would Sunghoon be– “Y/n.” you recognize that tone from anywhere.
“Hoon– I thought you were going out with Heeseung and them..” You twist the strap of your camera in between your fingers.
He glances down before looking at your face. “Nah.” He simply says, duffel bag resting on his shoulder. You nod, looking around “I was looking for Jake–”
“He rode with me.” Sunghoon watches your face closely for a reaction, something shifts in your eyes.
“Together?” You question, he nods like it's obvious, like it's totally normal for them. Regardless, you fall into step beside him.
You spot Jake in the passenger seat of Sunghoon's car, he doesn't look up from his phone until the backseat door opens. You move past Sunghoon to get in, but he grabs your waist.
“Not here.” He puts his bag in the seat instead, taking your camera from you and putting it gently beside it. “Where am I supposed to sit then?” he looks down at you, gaze almost—dark, Before opening the passenger side door.
Jake pats his lap twice, signaling exactly what you’re thinking, like you’re some dog to follow orders.
You glance down at his lap, “Go on, there's no room in the backseat anyway.” Sunghoon says, knowing damn well he could have put the bags in the trunk.
Still, you can’t help the heat that surges through your body as you step up and sit on Jake's lap, or more on his thigh. “Good girl.” Sunghoon says before shutting the door and moving to the driver's seat.
Jake rests his hand greedily on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly. He tries not to whimper at the way your ass spreads on his leg, he can practically feel the heat radiating off of you.
Sunghoon starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot, Thank God his windows are tinted.
“So, how does it feel?” Sunghoon asks, you look over at him, swallowing. “How does what feel?” your voice comes out shakier than intended. Jake can’t help the small laugh that escapes his lips.
“Fucking around with the both of us” Sunghoon says casually, as if he was stating the weather.
You shift on Jake's leg, and he squeezes your thigh harder, hand resting dangerously high. “What–Im not-”
“Damn you were right.” Jake scoops your hair in his hand, moving it to one side so he can see your face fully. “She really does pretend to be clueless.”
“Im still a little sad though.” Jake fakes a pout, puppy dog eyes locked on yours, “You sent him your pussy and not me..” He says, looking over at Sunghoon who can’t hide the smirk on his face. “I was–”
“I don’t want excuses, princess. Plus I got to see it anyway.” You feel your face flush an even deeper shade of pink.
“I bet I could have gotten you wetter though.” Jake whispers in your ear, low and filthy. He lifts his leg slightly, pressing harder between your thighs, your small gasp doesn't go unnoticed by the both of them.
“Dont get all shy now baby, remember you were just coming all over my fingers in this exactly spot.” Sunghoon's eyes leave the rode for a moment, he lifts his hand, brushing it across your bottom lip.
You open your mouth on instinct, letting him slide his finger inside, he groans when you close your lips, attempting to suck on it. “Fuck..” Jake's hand moves higher, he pulls your legs farther apart, making sure your clothed pussy lays flat on his thigh.
“This how you suck dick, baby?” Sunghoon coos, pulling his thumb out, wiping it across your cheek before focusing on the road again. You should feel pathetic, used– but instead, you feel adored.
Experimentally you move your hips slightly, both Jake and Sunghoons eyes fall to the movement.
“That desperate huh? Gonna grind on his thigh right in front of me?” Sunghoon asks, watching the movement of your body, Jake settles his hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh.
“You like being watched huh?” Jake nips at your neck with his teeth, you bite your lip at the pinch.
“Do you like being greedy, y/n? Being a selfish little slut.” You whimper at the words coming from his mouth, Jake guides your hips on his thigh, pressing you harder against him.
“Use your words princess.” One of his hands comes up, cupping your breast through your hoodie, you arch against him as one of his large hands guides your hips.
“Y-yes..” you whisper out, barely audible. “Fuck thats hot.” Sunghoon's eyes fall to the way your pussy drags on Jake's thigh, then to the way he squeezes your tit, and your face, those sounds—
“Stop.” Sunghoon demands, Jake brings your hips to a stop, “Since she admitted to being selfish, she can wait to cum.” Sunghoon's hand leaves the center console, giving your thigh a squeeze before delivering a slap to it. You let out a high pitched sound, half pain, half pleasure.
“Fine, but I'm not gonna stop touching her.” Jake says, pulling your hoodie up until it rests just above your chest, and yanking your uncomfortably tight sports bra down, you gasp when both of his hands cup your breasts, squeezing roughly.
His eyes are fixated on the soft flesh molding however he likes, your eyes are half lidded as Sunghoon drives down the familiar bumpy road near their house.
“Look at how fucking soft they are–” Jake says, looking at Sunghoon, he licks his lips greedily drinking in the sight of you like this, just fucking taking it.
The embarrassment is long gone, the only thing clouding your mind is lust, and want–even if it is selfish of you..
“Whose cock you gonna’ suck first?” Sunghoon asks a little too sweetly, his firm hand groping your ass as you follow Jake to his room.
“Come on– don’t be all shy now like you haven't been using the both of us for weeks just to please that little pussy.” Sunghoon says, landing a sharp smack on your ass just to watch the way it moves from the impact.
“Nah, I wanna taste her first.” Jake says sitting on the edge of the bed. Sunghoon sits a space away, leaving room for you to be right in the middle.
“Which one do you want, princess?” Jake asks, Australian accent even heavier than before, “I..I don't know” you say, biting your lip, looking at the both of them.
You close your legs tighter together at the way their hungry gaze settles on you. “Mmm..liar.” Sunghoon says, fingers lazily tracing the bottom of your hoodie, he urges it up slightly, a silent question.
You nod and he fully takes it off you, Jake's eyes fall to your confined breasts immediately. “Which one do you want?” Sunghoon asks this time, wrapping your hair into a ponytail around his fist and pulling it back every so slightly, Jake rests his hand on your thigh, his lips grazing the right side of your neck, “Come on..tell us.” He whispers.
Sunghoon traces his sharp tongue along the underside of your jaw, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of both their mouths on you.
“Both..” you breathe out, Sunghoon smirks against your neck before pulling back. “Knew it.”
Jake presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, laying you on the bed right on his pillows. He leans back for a moment, just to take in the sight of you like this.
Sunghoon watches, palming himself in his sweatpants. Jake looks back once with a devilish smirk on his face before settling between your thighs, wasting no time taking your leggings off.
“Pink—you owe me $20.” Sunghoon says, now fully groping his cock in his sweatpants. You open your mouth to say something–probably tell him off for betting on what kind of underwear you’re wearing, but Jake's mouth latches onto your clothed pussy too fast, licking the soaked through juices. Instead of talking, you let out a moan.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste heavenly.” Jake purrs, peeling off your panties like they were never there.
He tosses them at Sunghoon who catches them in his hand, he brings them up to his nose, smelling the center. “Smells it too.” He says, practically burying his nose into the fabric.
You spread your legs wider as Jake's lips wrap around your clit, sucking the eager bud into his mouth. Your hands grip at the sheets beneath you, eyes rolling back at the sensation you’ve never felt before. “F-feels so good..” You say through a moan, toes curling so hard you swear your foot could cramp.
“Yeah baby? You like when Jake eats that sweet little cunt?” Sunghoon asks, sitting back down on the bed, this time right beside your head. You nod brainlessly, glassy eyes looking up at him.
Jake slurps at your pussy, tongue flicking over your clit, “I could eat it for hours–” he mumbles into you, you’re hips jerk up at the vibration and Sunghoon laughs at your desperation.
Sunghoon lowers his pants and boxers, his thick, long cock springing out, you swallow at the sight.
He gives it one stroke, two for good measure. “Stick that tongue out f’me.” He says, tip nudging the side of your face. Jake opens his eyes to watch, his tongue still flicking small circles around your clit, the bottom half of his face completely covered in your wetness.
You stick your tongue out flat for him, Sunghoon tilts your face to the side more, tapping his cock on your tongue, pre-cum coating your taste buds.
“She might be more of a cock slut than I thought–” Sunghoon says, eyes falling to Jake between your thighs, Jake chuckles against you, tongue teasing your entrance, earning an open mouthed moan from you.
You flick your tongue on the underside of his cock, “Ah– fuck baby” Sunghoon grunts, hips jerking forward. “Her mouth feels so fucking good” He mutters, pushing himself deeper into the warm column of your throat, trying to fit as much as you can, curling your toes even more, hands digging into the sheets further to stifle your gags.
Jake plunges his tongue inside of your pussy at the same time, nose bumping your clit, you moan around Sunghoons dick and his hand slams against the wall, trying to keep himself from completely breaking down from this.
“Come on– put those hands to good use” He reaches down, yanking your hand from the sheets, making you cup his balls in your hand. “Yeah– just like that” He throws his head back, his hips thrusting into your warm mouth.
Jake curls his tongue deeper inside of you, nearly moaning into your heat at the taste of you, the one he's been thinking about—dreaming about since the day you first let him touch you.
Your other hand lifts from the sheets, tangling in his hair as his tongue nudges that sweet spot inside of you, his nose adding pressure to your clit.
“Fuck–I can’t” Sunghoon pulls out of your mouth, and you whine at the loss of his heavy length so close to you. “I can’t come yet–” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before spreading your legs wider.
“She’s close” Jake pants against you, moving over slightly. You attempt to close your legs again, just to keep Jake's head locked between them but Sunghoon grips your thigh– hard.
“I wanna taste.” Sunghoon says with a shit eating grin before settling next to Jake in between your legs.
You attempt to prop yourself up on your trembling arms just to watch them. “Spread her pussy–” Jake breathes, drool practically leaking from his mouth.
They both use their fingers to spread your folds, entranced with watching the way it desperately pulses with need. “So fuckin’ pretty..” Sunghoon says, pressing a thankful kiss to your inner thigh.
They both dive in at the same time, tongues swirling around your clit, Your mouth hangs open as you watch, small “ah’ sounds leaving your lips as their tongues bump each other.
Fuck thats hot. “Just–yeah.. Fuck!” Your hips buck as Sunghoon shoves his sharp tongue into your sopping hole, Jake’s tongue joining him, He groans at how small the space is, but he doesn't care, not with the juices flooding out of you, and the sounds escaping your lips.
“Suck her clit” Sunghoon mumbles, Jake fixes his attention back on the sensitive bud, shifting to give himself enough room to do so.
“Jake!- oh my fuck.. Hoon–” you cry out, your legs spasming from the build up, “Im gonna come– shit! i cant–” You're a moaning mess when you reach your high, your arms practically giving out as your arch off the bed.
Sunghoons hand flies up holding your legs open as your juices coat both of their faces, they slurp at your pussy greedily, trying to drink in as much as possible, groaning, mouths bumping each other through your heat.
Stars– you swear you see stars, your eyes rolling as their tongues slow, “Think she can squirt?” Jake asks, voice low for Sunghoon to hear.
“Oh, I know she can.” Sunghoon says with a smirk, pulling back. Jake stands up, hands quick to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
Sunghoon settles beside you instead, his hand coming down to run through your pussy, collecting your new juices on his fingers. “Look at that–” He shows Jake, spreading his fingers so he can see the strings of arousal breaking.
“You wanna be a good girl right?” You nod immediately, too fucked out to even respond with words.
Jake chuckles, moving to take off his low hanging sweatpants easily. His hard bulge evidently clear in his boxers, you look down at Sunghoon's leaking cock, still wet from your saliva. He catches your stare “Patience.”
He doesn't warn you before dipping his long fingers into your hole, but its not the same measured way he had done in the car– it’s fucking brutal.
He doesn't set a pace, ramming his fingers in and out of you, palm slapping your clit hard with every thrust. “We wanna see if this little thing can squirt” Sunghoon says, he presses his fist against your bladder, your hands fly out, holding onto his forearm
“She’s close– I can feel it.” Sunghoon says, looking at Jake for a split second. Jake settles between your thighs again, waiting.
“S-shit– Hoon! Im gonna pee..I–” Sunghoon curls his fingers harshly before pulling them out, fist still pressing against your lower stomach as the warm liquid comes flying out, Jake opens his mouth, tongue out as you coat his face in your wetness.
Sunghoon slaps his hand down on your pussy “Come on, give him some more baby,” He grunts, slapping his palm down repeatedly, stimulating you until your whole body is shaking.
You look down at Jake between your thighs, your juices splattered everywhere, on his face, neck, the sheets below you.
And he smiles, actually fucking smiles before running a hand down his face. “Knew it.” Sunghoon says, lightly tapping your clit once before retracting his hand. You whimper at the loss and he tsks,
“I’ll tell you what's gonna happen.” Sunghoon says, standing up. You watch with wide eyes as he lifts his shirt over his head, fully pulling off his pants and boxers, you turn to Jake, eyeing his cock, you don’t even know when he got fully undresses.
But it's big. You knew it was big from those times he’d have you warm him up by sitting on his lap, especially from his pictures and videos. But seeing it like this, flushed, angry, veins mirroring the ones on his hands and forearms, has your pussy begging for more.
“Jakes is gonna stretch that pretty hole open, but he doesn't get to come in you. Not before me anyway.” Jake rolls his eyes at that, cursing himself for making that another perk from the ‘underwear color’ bet.
“You can handle it, right baby?” Sunghoon coos, brushing your hair out of your face gently “Yes, I can.” Jake taps his dick on your pussy, smearing your juices
“I need to see those tits–” Jake urges, Sunghoons hand reaches behind your back, lifting your body slightly to unclasp your sports bra, he tosses it aside, hands flying down to pinch your nipples.
“Fuck you’re perfect” Jake groans, tip just add your entrance, he grips your hips, sliding in with surprising ease with how wet you are from coming, twice. He grips your hips harder at the warmth– the tightness.
Your mouth falls open at the stretch, you can feel every ridge of his cock, your walls fully enveloping him, sucking him in greedily.
“She’s so fucking tight” Jake breathes out, eyebrows knitted together as he rolls his hips slowly, deep inside of you.
You moan at how good it feels to be filled like this, Jake watches closely as he pulls out only to thrust back in slowly, Sunghoon pinches your nipples again, enjoying the look on your face.
“F-faster” You moan out, “See, greedy.” Sunghoon says with a smirk on his face.
“You asked for it princess.” Jake's hands dig into your hips deeper, he pulls out before thrusting in, hard. His hand comes up, grabbing one of your tits in his hand as it bounces with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room.
His hips snapping against yours, he presses down on your stomach and you gasp, Sunghoon smirks at the visual of his cock moving in and out of you, watching as you fall apart
“Oh fuck– fuck-” Jake pulls out quickly, gripping your thigh hard enough to leave a mark. You cry out at the loss– you were so, so close to coming again, this time all over a cock
“Shh, you’ll get what you want baby.” Sunghoon says, this time he settles in between your legs, “Hm.. turn around.”
“Huh?” You ask, looking up cluelessly, making Jake roll his eyes disbelieving. “Turn the fuck around, all fours.” Sunghoon says, You lift yourself up on weak arms, the new position feeling even more vulnerable, he presses down on your lower back, encouraging your arch.
“There we go..so perfect for us.” You can't help but blush at the praise, He lands a sharp smack on your ass, your body jerks as a red spot blooms, he rubs it with his palm gently.
Jake climbs on the bed, settling right in front of your face, he strokes his cock, watching as your eyes meet his, “I'm gonna use this pretty mouth, is that okay princess?”
You nod, sticking your tongue out, nearly screaming as Sunghoon rams into you with a sharp thrust, His long dick hitting deeply. “Oh fuck!” You yell, reaching out to grasp onto something, you claw at Jake's abs and he can't help but laugh. “So damn cute.”
“Look at this ass–” Sunghoon slaps his palm down hard, just to see the way it reddens. He’s not slow when he fucks into you, hands gripping at your hips, palming your ass as he thrusts into you sharply.
Your mouth hangs open and Jake takes it as a sign, shoving his fat cock into the warmth. He chokes on a moan when your lips suction around him “Fuck you were right–” He pants, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and finding a rhythm of fucking into your mouth.
Sunghoon feels your pussy clamp tight around him, squeezing him relentlessly. You’re moaning around Jake's dick, sending vibrations straight to his tightening balls.
He knows you're close, he knows Jake is too, and he wants it to happen at the same time. “F-fuck..” Sunghoon groans, hips snapping into yours uncontrollably quick, balls slapping against your pussy with every brutal thrust.
You hold on to Jakes thighs as you feel yourself flutter around him, his fingers dig into the soft skin of your ass
“Im gonna come– princess fuck!” Jake moans out, Sunghoon pulls you against him hard, you’re squeezing around him, eyes rolling back as you come on his cock, your juices coating his dick as he shoots his warm come inside of you, painting your insides.
Jake shoves himself deep in your throat, making you swallow every drop he can give. He wipes the tears that managed to escape your eyes before pulling his cock out, Sunghoon flips you over so you’re facing him. “You did so good, baby” He says, rolling his hips once more before inching his cock out slowly, you both wince at the sensitivity.
He watches as his come mixed with yours oozes out of your hole, looking over at Jake. “Next time I'm coming inside of her.” Jake says, holding his phone.
You look at the both of them “Next time?” You ask, voice quiet and rough from Jake fucking your throat.
They look at each other, “You thought this was a one time thing Princess?” Jake asks, genuinely confused.
“I wouldn't be able to forget this if I tried.” Sunghoon says, watching as Jake opens the camera app.
He’s quick to snap a photo of you, capturing your face, the drool and cum on your lips, and the way Sunghoons cum leaks out of your perfect pussy. “Hey you’re not–”
"That's just for us, Princess.” Jake says, typing on his phone, making a group chat with him, Sunghoon, and you.
Sunghoon picks up his shirt from the ground, too lazy to grab a towel, he double checks to make sure Jake got the photo before wiping your pussy gently, you wince at the feeling.
“What should the name be?” Jake turns to Sunghoon, “Let me see—“ you reach up to grab the phone and he gives it to you willingly.
You type out a name for the groupchat and hand it back, they both can't help the smile that coats their faces.
“Sharing is caring.” Sunghoon reads it off, “That's good princess, real good.” Jake smiles leaning down to press a kiss against your lips before laying next to you.
Sunghoon finishes wiping your thighs, settling on the other side of you, fingers twirling your hair like always.
Maybe it's okay to be a little selfish sometimes, especially if this is the outcome.
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Alright so why arent they both in my bed RN. I also wrote this while ovulating so..
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