𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍⠀ ✶ ⠀an instagram story is all it takes to leave park jongseong hopelessly flustered. what starts as an innocent walk to the bedroom turns into an unexpected discovery, a thoroughly embarrassed boyfriend, and a reminder that some secrets are impossible to hide.
𝟑𝟓𝟓𝟎 🗯️ ✽ ─── ⏾ 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 park jongseong⠀x ⠀ 𝓯 ! rea ´ ꒳ ` 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : established relationship ˒ porn without a plot ˒ mutual pining ˒ light femdom ˒
𝔀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit sexual content ⋮ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ✿ masturbation (m. and implied f.) ˒ voyeurism ˒ unprotected p in v ˒ mommy kink ˒ dirty talk ˒ praise kink ˒ edging ˒ cum swallowing ˒ brief oral sex (m. receiving) ˒ consensual power dynamics ˒ handjob ˒ dacryphilia ˒
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬⠀ꉂ (˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
📱 。 𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 just found this gem hidden in my google docs (i don’t remember when exactly i made this though i’m crine) anyways not proofread so beware 😬
The hallway is cool, the air conditioning from the bedroom spills through the slightly ajar door, a thin tongue of chilled air licking at your bare ankles as you pad toward it. You've got your phone in one hand, a glass of water in the other, and the intention of nothing more than collapsing into bed beside your boyfriend after a long day.
But you stop.
Your fingers tighten around the glass because the sound that drifts through that slim crack in the door is unmistakable — rhythmic, slick, desperate. The wet sound of a fist working over a hard cock, fast and shameless, accompanied by a low, broken groan that makes heat pool between your thighs before your brain even catches up.
"—fuck, you're so damn hot—" Jay's voice is ragged, wrecked in a way you've only ever heard when he's buried inside you, when he's so far gone he can barely keep his eyes open. But he's alone. You can tell by the uneven gasp between words, the way each syllable shakes. "—mmph, Y/N, baby—god, you're—"
Your mouth goes dry. Your clit throbs.
You set the glass down on the hallway table without a sound, your breath shallow as you step closer to the gap. Through it, you can see the edge of the bed, the twist of sheets, and Jay — sprawled against the headboard, head tipped back, the tendons of his neck taut as his arm moves in quick, brutal strokes beneath the thin sheet draped over his lap. His phone is propped against his thigh, the screen glowing warm in the dim room, and even from here you recognize what's on it, the video you posted to your story barely two hours ago. The one of you fresh out of the shower, tank top clinging to the damp swell of your chest, smiling lazily at the camera like you knew exactly what it would do to him.
Apparently, it did.
"Y/N—" His hips jerk up into his fist, and the sound he makes is almost pained. Needy, fractured, pathetic in the most intoxicating way. "—please, please—"
Your hand drifts to the waistband of your shorts before you can stop it, fingertips brushing the damp cotton of your underwear. You're wet. Soaked, actually, arousal slicking your folds just from listening to your boyfriend fall apart over a fifteen-second clip of you doing absolutely nothing but existing. You press your palm against your mound and have to bite your lip to keep from moaning aloud.
"—mommy—"
The word is barely a whisper, dragged out of him on a groan that makes his whole body shudder. His hand stills for half a second, like even he can't believe he said it, before he picks up the pace again, faster now, chasing something, and the whimper that follows is devastating.
"Mommy, please—need you so bad—"
Oh.
Oh.
You pull your hand away from yourself and take a step back, a slow, dangerous smile curving your lips. The heat in your stomach has shifted into something sharper, something hungry and commanding, and suddenly the plan crystallizes in your mind with perfect clarity.
You turn up the volume on your phone. Tap open a random video, something loud, something obnoxious, and let it blare for two full seconds before killing it. Then you walk toward the bedroom door with deliberate, heavy footsteps, each one announcing your presence like a drumbeat.
The reaction is instantaneous.
Inside the room, you hear a strangled curse, the frantic rustle of sheets, a muffled thump as something — his phone, probably — gets shoved under a pillow. By the time you push the door open and step inside, Jay is sitting upright against the headboard with his hands folded neatly in his lap, the blanket drawn up to his waist, his chest still heaving, his lips parted and swollen from biting them.
He looks absolutely ruined.
His hair is a mess, dark strands fallen across his forehead, sticking to the thin sheen of sweat at his temples. His cheeks are flushed a deep, rosy pink that spreads down his neck and disappears beneath the collar of his t-shirt. His eyes are wide, frantic, desperately trying to appear casual, and failing entirely.
"Hey," he manages. His voice cracks.
You lean against the doorframe, tilting your head. "Hey, baby. Are you okay? You look a little—whatchamacallit—flushed."
"I'm fine." The words leave him far too quickly, voice pitching an octave higher than usual. He coughs into his fist. "Just—a bit warm. Think the AC’s been acting up. I’ll have to call someone to check it tomorrow.”
“Really?” You tilt your head, glancing around the room. “It’s actually kind of cold.”
“I-I know." He swallows. "Guess I'm just... feeling hot."
"Mm." You let your gaze drift, casual and unhurried, down the length of him — the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the white-knuckled grip of his hands on the blanket, and the unmistakable, agonizing tent beneath the sheet pooled over his lap. He's still hard. Visibly, achingly hard, the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric in a way that makes your mouth water.
You say nothing about it. You let him see you notice, and then you look away like it's the most uninteresting thing in the world.
"Just came to bed," you say, crossing the room with that same slow, deliberate pace. You pull your shirt over your head as you go, no bra beneath it, and let it drop to the floor without looking back. You hear his breath hitch. "Tired."
You climb onto the mattress on your knees, and Jay's entire body goes rigid. The bed dips under your weight as you crawl toward him, and you watch the way his eyes track you, dark, hungry, helpless, like he's watching something he wants so badly it hurts and has convinced himself he isn't allowed to touch.
"Baby—" he starts.
You swing a leg over him and settle into his lap before he can finish.
The sound he makes is pitiful, a strangled, punched-out groan that he tries and fails to swallow as your clothed core presses down against the hard length of him, the thin fabric of your sleep shorts and his boxers doing almost nothing to dampen the contact. You can feel him, hot, thick, and twitching against you, the friction sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through your clit that you don't bother to hide.
"Hello," you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Fuck," he breathes. His hands find your waist instinctively, fingers digging in like you might disappear if he doesn't hold on. His cock throbs against your slit and you both feel it, his jaw clenches, his hips buck up infinitesimally before he forces them still.
You don't give him time to compose himself. You thread one hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull, firm and commanding, tilting his head back, and you kiss him.
You lick into his mouth with purpose, swallowing the broken moan he feeds you, rolling your hips down in a slow, grinding drag that puts firm, deliberate pressure on his aching cock. The wet heat of you drags along his length through the fabric, and he can feel it, how soaked you are, how the cotton of your shorts is doing nothing to contain the slick mess you're making of yourself on him.
"Y/N—" His voice breaks against your lips. His hands slide down to grip your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh, pulling you harder against him. "God—mmph, shit—"
"Do you need anything?" You pull back just enough to look at him, his blown-out pupils, his kiss-swollen lips, the flush burning across his cheekbones. You roll your hips again, slower this time, a lazy, torturous grind. "Want, need, whatever. You can tell me, baby."
He whines, high and desperate in the back of his throat, his hips jerking up beneath you like his body is acting on instinct while his brain short-circuits.
"Please touch me—" The words tumble out of him, shameless and trembling. "Please, I need you—I've been so hard for you—"
"My, my. Really?" You cup his jaw with your free hand, thumb tracing the hinge of it, feeling the muscle clench beneath your touch. "How long?"
"Since—since that stupid ass story—" He squeezes his eyes shut, mortified and unbearably aroused all at once. "I couldn't stop thinking about it—about you—your pussy—"
"Aw." Your voice drips with a sweetness that borders on condescending. You tighten your grip in his hair and tug again, harder, and his mouth falls open on a gasp. "My poor baby. Were you touching yourself to me?"
He nods frantically.
"Say it."
"I was—I was touching myself to you." His chest is heaving, words ragged and raw. "I was jerking off to your story—thinking about you—about how hot you are—how you make me so fucking horny I can't think—"
"Good boy." His whole body shudders beneath you, his cock jumping against your core, and the groan that tears out of him is visceral. You smile. "You were saying something else, too. Want to tell me what it was?"
His eyes snap open. Fear and want collide in them, horror and desperate, shameful need.
"I—"
"Come on." You shift your hips, dragging your cunt over him in a filthy, grinding stroke that makes him whimper. "I heard you, baby. I heard everything. So say it."
Silence. His throat works. His fingers dig into your ass hard.
"…Mommy."
The word comes out so quiet you almost miss it, but you don't, you never will, because the way it sounds in his voice, broken, pleading, and dripping with submission, is going to live in your head rent-free for the rest of your life.
"Louder."
"Mommy." More force this time, more need, his hips bucking up against you. "Please, mommy—"
"There you go." You release his hair and slide your hand down his chest, over the hammering beat of his heart, down his stomach, and beneath the blanket. Your fingers find the waistband of his boxers and slip inside, wrapping around his cock for the first time, and the sound he makes is almost a sob, relief and agony tangled together, his whole body arching into your touch.
He's so hard it must hurt. The shaft is hot and flushed in your grip, slick at the tip with precum that smears under your thumb when you circle the head, and he twitches violently in your palm, already close, already on the edge from nothing but his own fist and the thought of you.
"You're so hard for me," you murmur, starting to stroke — slow, loose, nowhere near enough. "So desperate. Were you close, baby? When I walked in—were you about to come?"
"Yes—" His head drops back against the headboard, exposing the long line of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple. "So close—was gonna—fuck—"
You tighten your grip and speed up, working his cock with firm, deliberate strokes that have his thighs trembling beneath you. Precum spills over your knuckles, the wet sound of your hand on him filling the room alongside his ragged, broken moans.
"You'd have made such a mess, wouldn't you?" You lean in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice low and filthy. "Coming all over yourself to a video of me, like a desperate little thing, couldn't even wait for the real thing, could you?"
"No—couldn't—" His hips rock up into your fist, chasing the friction, fucking your hand with abandon. "You make me crazy—you make me so fucking crazy, mommy—"
"I know." You twist your wrist on the upstroke, thumbing the slit, and his entire body jolts. "I know you do. You're so damn needy for me. So obsessed."
He nods frantically, beyond words now, beyond anything but the slick grip of your hand, the heat of you in his lap, and the filthy things you're whispering against his skin.
You work him until his thighs are shaking, until his moans fracture into something desperate, until you feel his cock pulse and throb in your grip and you know — he's right there, right at the edge—
And you let go.
The sound he makes is devastating. A raw, ruined whine, his hips thrusting up into nothing, his cock bobbing between you, flushed and angry and leaking.
"Shh." You press a finger to his lips, and he takes it into his mouth without thinking, sucking at the digit, tongue swirling, eyes hazy and pleading. "Be patient. You'll get what you need."
You pull your finger free and lift yourself off his lap just long enough to hook your thumbs into your shorts and underwear, dragging both down your thighs in one motion and kicking them aside. Jay watches you with the rapt, trembling attention of a man in worship, the dark patch of arousal on the cotton is unmistakable, evidence of how wet you are, how much turning him inside out has turned you on, and his mouth actually waters.
You tug his boxers down and off, and his cock springs free, hard, flushed, slick with precum that drips down the shaft. You wrap your hand around the base, positioning him, and before he can draw a breath to beg, you sink down onto him in one fluid motion.
The noise you both make is obscene.
He fills you perfectly, thick and deep, stretching you open around him in a way that makes your eyes flutter and your mouth part on a shaky exhale. He groans like he's dying, hands flying to your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and you give yourself exactly three seconds to adjust before you start to move.
But not facing him.
You turn around, shifting, adjusting, settling back onto his cock with your back to his chest, and the new angle punches a gasp out of both of you. He hits somewhere different from this position — deeper, firmer, a relentless pressure against your front wall that has sparks dancing behind your eyes.
"Oh—so deep—" you breathe, and it's not for his benefit, it just slips out, unfiltered, because he feels good, because the stretch of him is making your cunt clench and flutter around his length in a way that has him sobbing beneath you.
You plant your hands on his thighs and ride.
You bounce on his cock with a ruthless, rolling rhythm that has the bed creaking, the headboard knocking against the wall, the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Each thrust drags him nearly all the way out before you slam back down, taking him to the hilt, and the friction on your clit, grounding down against the base of him, has pleasure coiling tight and hot in your belly.
"Y/N—" His voice is wrecked, unrecognizable. "So fucking tight—you feel so good—you're so tight—please—"
"Feel good, baby?" You reach between your legs and press two fingers against your clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles while you fuck yourself on him. The added sensation makes you clench hard around his cock, and he whines, his hips snapping up to meet you. "You stretch me out so well—so thick—feels incredible inside me—"
"Mommy—" It spills out of him like a prayer, reverent and desperate. "Mommy, please—let me see you—"
You slow. Just barely, just enough to feel him throb inside you, to hear the whimper of protest that escapes his throat. Then you lift yourself off him entirely, ignoring the devastated sound he makes at the loss, and turn to face him before sinking back onto his cock.
His expression destroys you.
He looks absolutely ruined, flushed from his chest to his cheeks, lips bitten raw, eyes glassy and dark with want, and the way he stares at you, like you're the only thing in the world that matters, like he'd die for you, like he'd crawl through glass for one more touch, it makes your cunt clench so hard around him that he sobs.
"So handsome," you whisper, rolling your hips in a deep, grinding circle that drags his cock against every sensitive spot inside you.
"Mommy—" He's crying. Tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, spilling over when you clench around him again, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and so desperately in love with you it's leaking out of every pore. "Please—please let me touch you—"
You cup his face in both hands and kiss him, deep and filthy, tongue sliding against his, and you start to ride him again. Slower this time, but deeper, each roll of your hips deliberate, punishing, taking him as far as he'll go. His hands find your ass, gripping, pulling, helping you move, and you let him — let his fingers dig into the soft flesh, let him pull you down harder onto his cock.
"Good boy," you murmur against his mouth. "Taking me so well. You feel amazing inside me, baby—so good—"
His hips jerk up into you, meeting your rhythm, and the friction on your clit is devastating, your fingers, his cock, the fullness, the stretch, all of it building and building in a tight spiral of pleasure that makes your thighs shake.
"Y/N—" He's babbling now, mindless, a broken stream of filth and devotion. "I'm close—please—can I—"
"Not yet." You wrap your hand around his throat, holding, a gentle weight that makes his eyes roll back. "You wait for me. You come when I say."
"I can't—" A sob. "I can't—please—"
"You can." You ride him harder, faster, grinding your clit against him with every thrust, and your own orgasm is right there, right at the edge, coiling tighter and tighter. "Be good for me, baby. Be mommy’s good boy and wait."
He whimpers. His fingers dig into your ass so hard you know there'll be crescent-marks tomorrow. His cock throbs inside you, twitching, leaking, fighting against every instinct to hold on.
You come first.
It hits you like a wave breaking, the pleasure crests and snaps, and you arch back with a cry, your cunt clenching in pulses around his cock as you ride through it. Your hips stutter, grind, chase every last aftershock, and Jay watches you with wide, desperate eyes, watches your face twist in ecstasy, watches your body shake above him, and the sight of you coming on his cock nearly undoes him entirely.
"Mommy—" It's ragged, a threadbare plea. "Please—please can I—"
"Come," you breathe, and he does.
It's visceral. He slams up into you one final time and goes rigid, every muscle locked, head thrown back, throat exposed beneath your palm, and a groan tears out of him so deep and raw it sounds like it's being dragged from the soles of his feet. His cock pulses inside you, thick spurts of cum flooding your cunt, and you feel every twitch, every throb, every hot rope of him filling you up.
But you don't stop.
You pull off him before he's finished, his cock still twitching, still spilling, and you slide down his body and take him into your mouth. The taste of both of you hits your tongue — salty, musky, his cum and yours mixing — and you swallow around the head, licking him clean, lapping up every drop that spills from his slit. He's crying out, overstimulated, his hands in your hair pulling you closer, holding you there, his hips twitching up into the wet heat of your mouth like he can't help himself.
"Fuck—too much—mommy—it's too—oh my god—"
You pull off with a slick pop and wrap your hand around him again, stroking, slow and firm, milking every last tremor of his orgasm out of him. His cock is sensitive, twitching in your grip, and each stroke makes him jolt and gasp, but you don't stop, not until he's completely spent, softening in your hand, his chest heaving and his eyes unfocused.
You release him gently and crawl back up his body, settling against his chest with his arms wrapping around you on instinct, holding you like you're the only solid thing in a spinning world. His heart hammers against your ear. His breath comes in ragged, shuddering pants. His fingers trace absent patterns on the small of your back.
"That was—" he manages, voice destroyed.
"Good?"
"Incredible." He presses his lips to the top of your head. "You're fucking incredible."
You smile against his skin, trailing your fingers lazily over his chest. His cock gives one last feeble twitch against your thigh, spent and satisfied, and a quiet, fucked-out laugh rumbles through his chest.
"So," you say, casual as anything, "that story really did a number on you, huh?"
He groans, burying his face in your hair. "You're never letting that go, are you?"
"Never."
"I hate you."
"You called me mommy."
"Ugh, I really hate you."
You laugh and tilt your chin up to kiss the underside of his jaw. His arms tighten around you, and you feel him smile against your forehead.
His hand slides lower, palm pressing warm against the curve of your hip, and when he speaks again, his voice is quiet, raw, and unbearably tender.
"I love you. So much. It’s stupid."
You close your eyes and let his heartbeat steady your own.
✷ NOTE : thank you all so, so much for reading ! i hope you enjoyed this little world for a while ♡ all of this is purely a work of fiction & doesn’t reflect reality at all . . likes, reblogs, and feedback are deeply cherished and very, very appreciated on here !
IN WHICH ─── Sunghoon and you are having a little trouble while getting ready for a brunch, his morning wood couldn’t start the day without your morning dew.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI), porn without plot
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : dom!sunghoon, swearing, manhandling, morning sex, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), reader has a WAP (again), big dick!sunghoon, kissing, skinship, use of nickname : baby
𝐰𝐜 : 1.6k {1.694}
❕# It's one of my fav so far hahaha, i'm starting to drool over him these days it's not even funny...But anyways :)) Dada is next ;)
INSPIRED BY : MORNING DEW (Donk) - Beyoncé
You stir slowly in the sheets, the summer heat already pressing down like a thick blanket even at 9 AM. Sunghoon’s arm is draped possessively over your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat from the night’s exertions and the warm morning air. The AC is on in the corner of the bedroom, doing little to cut through the humidity. Your body aches in the best way ; thighs sore, lips still tingling from countless kisses and rounds that melted into the early hours.
“Baby…” Sunghoon’s voice is low and raspy, still thick with sleep as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your damp skin. “We have to get up. Brunch with Jake and Jay in an hour.”
You groan softly and press back against him, refusing to open your eyes. “Three more minutes,” you mumble, pulling the thin sheet higher over your bodies even though it’s already too hot. The thought of leaving this cocoon ; his strong arms, the scent of his skin mixed with the remnants of last night ; feels wrong.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. One large hand slides down your side, gently squeezing your hip as he tries to coax you awake. “Come on, Y/N. You know Jay will text me ten times if we’re late. Again.” His lips brush your shoulder in soft, persuasive kisses, trailing toward your collarbone. When that doesn’t work, he shifts, rolling you onto your back with effortless strength so he can hover over you, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. You finally crack one eye open, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Sunghoon looks unfairly good even half-asleep ; flushed cheeks, sharp jaw, and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. However, as your gaze drifts lower, you notice it instantly : the huge bulge of his morning wood straining against the front of his boxers, thick and hard, tenting the fabric right above where his thigh presses between yours.
A slow heat blooms in your stomach. “Hoon…” you murmur, voice still husky, one hand instinctively sliding down his toned abdomen until your fingers graze the waistband of his boxers. “You sure we have to leave right now?”
He groans, forehead dropping to yours, there’s amusement in his eyes along with clear desire. “Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said yes to brunch yesterday—before I fucked you senseless.” Still, he stays close to you. His hips roll forward just slightly, letting you feel the full, hard length of him against your thigh. “If you don’t get that pretty ass up, I’m carrying you to the shower myself.”
You smile sleepily, fingers teasing along his hardness through the thin material, feeling it twitch under your touch. The ache between your legs returns with interest, but the distant ping of a phone ; probably Jake wondering where you two are ; reminds you both of reality. Sunghoon sighs, kissing you deeply once, slow and lingering, before he forces himself to sit up. The sheet pools around his waist, doing nothing to hide how ready his body still is for you. “Shower. Now. Together. But no funny business or we really will be late.” He stands, offering you his hand with a raised eyebrow, his morning wood proudly on display. “I don’t want to explain to the guys why we look so…tired.”
You reach out quickly and grab his hand before he can fully pull away, your fingers wrapping around his wrist with gentle insistence. Sunghoon pauses, glancing back at you. You look up at him with those pleading eyes ; still heavy with sleep and leftover desire ; and whisper, “Just a kiss, please? Then we’ll get up.”
He stares at you for a beat, clearly fighting an internal battle. His jaw tightens, but the way you’re looking at him, all warm and tempting in the morning, makes his resolve crumble. “You’re being stubborn right now,” he mutters, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite the words. With a defeated sigh, he climbs back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles over you again. His body presses you into the sheets, hot skin against hot skin. One of his hands cups your cheek as he leans down, capturing your lips in a unhurried kiss. It starts soft, almost sweet, but quickly turns hungry, with tongues sliding together, breaths mingling in the already stifling room. You melt beneath him, fingers threading through his messy hair.
Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon’s hand slides down your body with ease. He grips the back of your thigh, lifting it and hooking it around his waist, pulling you flush against him. At the same time, his other hand tugs your underwear down your legs in a single move, then quickly shoves his own boxers lower, freeing his throbbing cock. It’s muscle memory at this point, how many times had he done exactly this in the middle of the night?
The thick head of his cock brushes against your bare heat as he rocks his hips forward, teasing your entrance while he kisses you harder, swallowing your soft moan. Sweat beads along his spine from the summer heat, but neither of you cares. “One kiss,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with need, “and now look what you’ve done…”
You smile into the next kiss, rolling your hips up to meet him, encouraging him closer as your thigh tightens around his waist. The brunch with Jake and Jay is quickly becoming a distant afterthought. You feel him pause right there, his body tense above yours, cock heavy and hot over your inner thigh. Sunghoon pulls back just enough to look down at you, that signature smirk curling his lips as his eyes gleam with mischief and lust. “What are we even going to tell the guys when we show up late?” he asks, voice low and teasing, one eyebrow raised. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, still hooked firmly around his waist.
You can’t help but chuckle, the sound breathy and light in the heated air between you. “Not my problem,” you reply with a playful shrug, your fingers tracing lazy patterns down his sweat-slicked back. He lets out a quiet laugh that turns into a groan as he shifts his hips. He reaches down between your bodies, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly rubs the swollen head up and down your slick entrance. The pressure makes your breath hitch every time he nudges against your clit, coating himself in your arousal.
“Fuck…I don’t want to think about it right now,” he murmurs lowly against your lips, his voice rough and needy. He keeps rubbing, slow and sluggish, pressing just barely inside before pulling back again, drawing it out until you’re squirming beneath him. The summer heat makes everything feel more intense ; skin sticking, breaths short, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared breathing and the faint creak of the bed.
His forehead rests against yours, eyes half-opened as he watches your reaction to every stroke. “What’s with you being this wet already?" He teases softly. You whimper as he keeps teasing you mercilessly. He pushes the thick head of his cock inside you, stretching you open just enough to make your walls flutter around him, then pulls out with a wet pop. He does it again and again ; slow, shallow dips that leave you aching for more, your hips chasing him every time he withdraws.
“Fuck, Hoon…” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders.
He finally gives in with a low groan. In one smooth thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches off the bed as he starts thrusting ; deep, steady strokes that make the headboard tap softly against the wall. The heat in the room only intensifies everything : skin slapping skin, sweat making your bodies glide together, your thigh still hooked tightly around his waist.
Just as the rhythm starts building, his phone begins ringing loudly on the nightstand. Sunghoon curses under his breath but doesn’t stop right away, thrusting a few more times before he reluctantly slows. He pulls out of you with a slick sound, shifting down the bed in one move. As you were about to protest, his broad shoulders push your thighs apart and his mouth is on you. His tongue drags hot and flat through your folds, licking up your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently. You moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair as he eats you out with hungry, practiced strokes.
The phone keeps ringing. On what must be the final ring, he reaches over, grabs it, and answers without pulling his mouth off you. “Yeah?” he says, voice muffled and graveled. He flicks his tongue faster against your clit, two fingers sliding into you and curling perfectly as he speaks.
You hear Jake’s voice faintly through the speaker, firing off a ton of questions—where are you guys, why aren’t you there yet, did you oversleep again?
He lifts his head just enough to speak clearly, lips and chin shiny with your arousal. “I’m eating breakfast right now,” he replies casually, then dives back down, sucking on your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you steadily.
Jake laughs on the other end. “Dude, we’re literally about to have brunch. Why are you eating already?”
Sunghoon chuckles against your pussy, the vibration making you bite your lip to stifle a moan. “I was really hungry while getting ready,” he answers smoothly, voice low and slightly breathless. His tongue circles your clit faster as he adds, “Give us like…twenty minutes. We’ll be there.”
He hangs up without waiting for more protests, tossing the phone aside and focusing entirely on you again. His mouth works you harder, fingers curling deep as he looks up at you with hungry eyes.
“Better come quick, baby,” he murmurs against your soaked folds, smirking. “We’ve got brunch plans.”
synopsis: lee heeseung has been your self-proclaimed nemesis since you were in grade school. from academic rivalries to petty fights, he is in every way the person you can’t stand the most in this world. but when the boy you’ve been pining after for months pops out with a girlfriend, you’re forced to turn to your nemesis for help. a fake relationship. no real feelings. and if things go well, you’ll have the love of your life and he’ll have a finished portfolio. simple, right? except nothing is ever simple when it comes to lee heeseung.
wc: 20k
warnings: photography student!lee heeseung x fem!reader, fake dating trope, rivals to lovers, he fell first and harder, slow burn (reader takes a second to realize she’s in love with hee, but she gets there), kind of love triangle but not really, sunghoon is in here because who would i be without my heehoon agenda, also ft jake and yunjin and chaewon (le sserafim), fluff, alcohol consumption, college!au, cussing, romcom vibes (obviously. this is me writing this) // smut, p in v, oral f!receiving, fingering, soft sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, princess), body worship (? i think), begging, spitting, multiple orgasms, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
rose thinks… for those who don’t know, fake dating is my absolute all time favorite trope, so of course i had to write it with my favorite guy. i also watched off campus so yk… it’s been a while since i’ve uploaded, so i hope this lives up to any expectations you might have had for it. a special thanks to my lovely @sjynlvr , because you unknowingly gave me the motivation i needed to write this. your kindness in enhablr is felt by this entire community, and it seriously would be so much scarier here without you. as always, reblogs are always appreciated <3
playlist: double take - dhruv // the way i loved you - taylor swift // just a little bit - enhypen // roommates - malcolm todd // boyfriend - ariana grande & social house // pov - ariana grande
You don’t hate Lee Heeseung, mostly because your mom always said that hate was just another word for love (which—absolutely not), but you do find him extremely infuriating.
It’s in the way he’s always just had to be a step ahead of you. Like that time in the fifth grade when your teacher held a mock election for your government lesson, and he’d deliberately ran against you with the sole intention of annoying you. And when he won, he didn’t even do any of the things he’d promised! All he did was pass out whiteboards, and he always made sure to give you the one with the annoying black scribbles on them.
You went through high school like that, with him constantly one upping you in everything you did. He’d even almost beaten you for valedictorian, but you scored two and a half points higher than him on your AP Physics final and the spot was rightfully given to you.
He didn't even seem mad about it, which made the entire thing even more infuriating. He’d spent years trying to prove he was better than you and didn't even flinch when it all amounted to nothing? What a tool.
University was supposed to be an escape. Not just from the mean high school girls and the boring small town you came from, but from him as well. You’d finally be able to breathe without him constantly hovering, you’d finally be able to relax without the constant worry that he was going to do something to ruin it.
So when you walked into your first day of classes at Decalis University, fully expecting to see no one familiar, you can imagine your absolute horror to see him sitting front and center like he owned the place.
He was already making good conversation with your professor, you could tell by how the older man was talking so admittedly with his hands and smiling like he couldn’t get enough of whatever it was Heeseung was talking about.
That’s the thing about Heeseung, everyone around you always seems to think he’s this perfect, charming guy. They don’t see what he really is, not like you do. You seem to be the only person he decides to be his actual evil self with. Why he chose you, you aren’t entirely sure. You don’t think you ever will be.
But that was six months ago, and despite the giant Heeseung shaped stain on your university experience, the entire thing has been significantly better than high school. You don’t see him as much for starters, and when you do he seems too busy to actually try and annoy you. Not for a lack of trying though—those first few months were torture.
You’ve got an eight am class today, which means you have an excuse to make a stop at the coffee shop on campus. It’s right next to your dorm which is insanely convenient and definitely bad for your health, but you're a freshman in college. You don’t think you could name a single person who isn’t surviving off of cheap coffee and gas station noodles.
The line is long, which wouldn’t normally be an issue, but you’re running late and your professors decided he'll dock a letter grade for every tardy. You haven’t had to go through that pain yet, and you really don’t want to change that now.
You rock back and forth on your feet uncomfortably, the line seeming to move slower and slower. You almost consider saying fuck it and just going to class, but then you remember that you’re running off of two hours of sleep and decide you’d rather not fall asleep during your lesson.
It takes another ten minutes before you place your order, and then you’re solemnly waiting off to the side and trying to act like your nerves aren’t tangling up in your stomach.
“Long line, huh?”
You tense. You recognize that voice, and when you look up, the face that accompanies it is enough to ruin your entire morning more than it already has been. So much for not bothering you.
Your eyes narrow, lips curling downwards. At this point, you’re starting to believe your body's natural reaction to Lee Heeseung is immediate disdain. “Why are you talking to me?” You ask bluntly. No point in small talk with him, especially when you know he’s just trying to get under your skin by speaking to you.
He laughs, teeth on display as he does. “Are you this hostile with everyone when you first wake up?”
“Only people who annoy me.”
“I just made an observation, why would that annoy you?”
You shoot him a glare, crossing your arms over your chest. He knows exactly what he’s doing–he always has. His innocent act may work on every other person in this university, but not you. You know Heeseung, you know that getting under people's skin is his favorite pastime. You just wish you understood why he loves to do it to you specifically.
“Can you just…not? You know what you’re doing.”
“I promise I don’t.” The smirk threatening to break onto his lips says otherwise.
You take a deep breath and choose not to play into his game anymore. It’s pretty easy actually, because the barista calls out your name and you practically trip over your feet to grab it. You’ve got ten minutes to make it halfway across campus and into your lecture hall before you’re docked an entire letter grade. You’ve made it there with less.
You don’t bother saying goodbye to Heeseung, but you feel his gaze on you as you leave. Your skin prickles from the weight of it, but you don’t have the mental capacity to dwell on that right now. It’s too early for that.
Tonight’s the last game of the football season, which means practically the entire university showed up to the stadium to show their support, if support meant getting drunk off their asses.
You hadn’t planned to go, mostly because sports had never really been your thing, but Yunjin insists you have to come.
“It’ll be fun!” She pleads, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. She grabs your wrist and pulls on it, but you don’t budge from your spot at your desk. You told her that you had a big test to study for and that’s why you couldn’t go. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you didn’t really need to study, you already knew the material like the back of your hand.
You sigh and pull your arm from her grip, “I can’t do bad on this test, Yunjin. You know what’ll happen if I do.”
“Yes, yes, the big bad Heeseung will score higher than you and your entire life will be ruined. Believe me, I know.” She clicks her tongue and walks behind you so her hands can rest on your shoulders. “But I think Sunghoon would be so sad to see that you didn’t come to support him for his last game.”
You immediately tense, your face going hot and stomach flipping in ways you didn’t know were possible. Even just the mere mention of Park Sunghoon forces a physical reaction out of you. It’s honestly a little embarrassing.
Sunghoon is the kind of boy you read about in romance novels or watch romcoms about. He’s sweet, smart, and the kind of handsome you weren’t aware a person can actually be. And he does it all effortlessly, like being perfect is something he was just born with. It probably was.
It doesn’t help that he’s always going out of his way to talk to you. Study dates, coffee runs after class, texts about nothing in the middle of the night, all things that feel like a relationship but actually aren’t.
Yunjin keeps insisting that you go for it, and you know that it’s probably not going to be as scary as you’re thinking it will be. After all, all it would do is put a title on whatever song and dance it is that the two of you’ve been putting on for the past couple months.
“I doubt he’d notice if I was there or not.” You shrug, doing your best to seem casual and not like the thought of him has hearts forming in your eyes.
Yunjin squeezes your shoulder and spins your chair around so you’re forced to face her. Her red hair is pulled back into a ponytail, her brows furrowed in determination. She looks a little bit like some kind of strange love coach who takes their job way too seriously. “You’re going to this game.” She says firmly.
“I’m not.”
“That’s what you think.”
The stadium is loud, people talking over each other in the hopes their friends will be able to hear them. They don’t, which means people just talk louder. The lights are bright and overwhelming, and you almost feel claustrophobic with how close the seats are to each other, like whoever designed the place did it without any regard for personal space at all.
Yunjin and Jake are on either side of you, both of them way too invested in the game. You are too, but not for the same reasons as them.
Sunghoon got into Decalis on a football scholarship and is the school's best starting quarterback in fifteen years. Even though he has every right to have a big head about it, he’s so humble you don’t think the thoughts ever even crossed his mind. Someone always approaches him about it when you’re out together on campus, and every time without fail his cheeks go bright pink and he gets this bashful smile on his face. It’s one of the reasons you’ve fallen for him as hard as you have, because unlike most guys you’ve interacted with, he doesn’t seem to have much of an ego at all.
It’s a very welcome contrast to Heeseung.
You can see him on the field too, walking behind the players sitting on the bench and getting candid shots of them. Even though you hate admitting it, he’s always been a gifted photographer. His photos were always hanging up in local art shows or featured in your high school yearbooks. Strangely, it’s the only thing he doesn’t brag about, despite it being the only thing he deserves to.
“Oh, that’s bullshit!” Jake yells, popcorn spilling from his lap as he gestures wildly. “That was our play!”
You give him a side-eye and sink further into your seat. You honestly couldn’t care less about this whole thing; you're just excited to see Sunghoon in his post-game glow as you like to call it. Damp hair, face glowing with a sheen of sweat, his chest still heaving from running up and down the field. The entire thing is admittedly your guilty pleasure.
Yunjin elbows your ribs gently, her chin poking out to the field. You follow her gaze and find Sunghoon with his helmet in hand, drinking out of a green gatorade bottle and laughing at something one of his teammates says. He looks perfect. He is perfect.
And if things go right, he’ll be yours.
By the time the game ends, you’re more than ecstatic to finally get out of your seat and see Sunghoon. Yunjin teases you the entire way down, but you barely notice her. Not when your heart is nearly fluttering out of your chest.
But when you get down there, it’s not Sunghoon you see. No, it’s something much worse.
Heeseung.
He doesn’t notice you at first, and you almost think you’ll be able to sneak around him, but then Jake decides it’s a good idea to open his big mouth and alert the enemy to your presence.
“Heeseung!” He calls, raising his hand in a wave. “What’s good, man?”
Heeseung looks up then, sharp eyes falling onto Jake, and slowly trailing over to you. He grins, all teeth and something akin to mischief, and casually makes his way over to your small group.
“Hey Jake,” he greets, jutting his chin out swiftly. “Yunjin.”
Yunjin returns the greeting politely. “Heeseung.”
She has no reason to be mean to him, but as your closest friend, she understands that she must, by international girl-code law, dislike anyone you dislike, which includes him.
He turns to you then, and you swear you see something flash in his eyes. He keeps the same smile on his face despite the way you glare at him. “Hi, Y/N.”
“Hi.” You respond shortly. You don’t know why he even bothers trying to be nice to you in public, especially when he knows you're not going to return whatever sentiment it is he has.
He smirks like you’ve just said the funniest thing in the world. “Would it hurt you to be nicer?”
“Yes,” you respond easily. “It would, actually.”
He frowns and grabs at his shirt dramatically, right over where his heart is. “Always so mean.”
“You’ll live.”
He chuckles, reaching out and roughing up your hair. You smack his hands away and rush to fix it, palms smoothing down the parts he frizzed up. “Don’t do that!”
He ignores you and turns to talk to Jake about the game, and you can hear them say something about how the referees almost cost the team that last quarter, but you aren’t paying attention to that anymore.
Because behind Heeseung you can see a familiar head of damp black hair, thick eyebrows, and a perfect smile.
“Hey guys,” Sunghoon grins as he approaches. He’s ditched his football uniform and is instead wearing a black long sleeved compression shirt, and you swear your brain short circuits at the sight.
His attention falls to you first, just like it always does, and his smile widens just a fraction. Not enough for it to seem like anything else but a friendly gesture, but it doesn’t stop your heart from fluttering out of control or your cheeks from heating to near impossible levels.
“Hey!” You chirp a bit too loudly, hand shooting up in a wave.
“Nice game tonight, man!” Jake gushes, his hands moving animatedly. “The way you got that goal right at the beginning was insane! I swear, Penn didn't even know what hit them.”
Sunghoon grins and brings a hand up to his neck, the way he always does when somebody praises him, like he still can’t quite process the amount of attention on him. “Thanks, Jake. Seriously.”
“Those refs were awful though,” Yunjin throws in.
The three of them end up in conversation about the game, all of them spewing out football lingo that you couldn’t be bothered to understand. Heeseung's still here too, just…lingering.
He’s friends with Jake and Sunghoon, yes, but he’s always on the sidelines. He’s been like that since high school. He’s friends with everyone, but he never lets them in. Doesn’t make any attempts to know them outside of a surface level friendship.
It’s a little sad, honestly. But you stopped questioning the way his brain worked a long time ago. If he wanted to keep to himself, then that was perfectly fine by you.
You don’t notice her approach, not until she’s sliding into the spot next to Sunghoon like she belongs there. Short black hair, bangs that frame her face like she was born with them, big brown eyes. Kim Chaewon is as beautiful as she is smart, and unbelievably kind. Not to mention she’d made cheer captain as a sophomore, and has kept the title all the way into her junior year.
“Hey, Hoon,” she says, voice sweet like honey. You know it shouldn’t, but something twists low and deep in your chest at the way she looks at him. Like she knows him. Like he belongs to her.
You expect him to greet her like he does everyone else. Always polite, but without the extra tenderness he saves for you. Without the small quirk of his lips or the subtle softening of his eyes, because that had always been yours. Your look.
Instead, when he looks at her, his lips quirk up, his eyes soften, and he snags a hand around her waist like he can’t imagine it being anywhere else.
You think this must be a joke. Not a very funny one, but a joke nonetheless. A tasteless prank. Because there is no way Park Sunghoon—the same Park Sunghoon that calls you in the middle of the night and insists he walk you home from class—has his arm around Kim Chaewon and is giving her the same look he gives you.
Yunjin looks just as shocked as you feel, but she’s never been as good at having a poker face as you. Her jaw drops, eyes going wide as she stares at the pair of them. “Um,” she laughs uncomfortably, “Sunghoon do you mind maybe… informing us as to who this is?”
Yunjin knows who Chaewon is, you know that. She's doing that thing she does where she tries to indirectly ask someone something without coming off as rude. For once, you're thankful for her weird methods.
Sunghoon clears his throat, his eyes flickering to yours for a split second before they return to Chaewon. “Right, uh,” he swallows, and you watch as his fingers flex at his side. A nervous habit. “This is Chaewon. We’ve been…seeing each other.”
You blink, your mind going a million miles a minute as you try to make sense of what he’s saying. The words are coming out of his mouth, and yet they still feel fake. Like a figment of your worst nightmare where the boy you’re in love with tells you he’s seeing someone.
“Seeing each other?” You repeat, voice raising in pitch.
Chaewon nods, her lips curling up into a shy smile as she places a hand on Sunghoon's chest. “It was a recent development,” she chuckles.
You feel like you’re going to be sick.
Sunghoon smiles at her before removing his arm from her waist so he can gesture at the three of you. “How do you feel about dinner so Chae can get to know you guys? My treat.”
Chae. How long has this been going on for them to already have cute little nicknames for each other?
The thought of sitting at dinner with them sounds like torture. Having to sit there and watch him touch her? Smile at her? You don’t want to sound jealous (you are), but that’s supposed to be you. You’re the one he should be smiling at—you were the one! You can’t wrap your head around how he could suddenly be seeing someone when just last week he was smiling at you like you meant something to him?
Had you imagined it? Convinced yourself there was something there when he was just being friendly? But even Yunjin said he looked at you differently. Was she just feeding into your delusions?
Heeseung's voice pulls you out of your frenzy, and when you look up, he’s looking straight at you like he can read your mind. “Sorry, man,” he says, eyes staying on you for a moment longer before they shift to Sunghoon. “I’ve gotta get these pictures developed before they close the red room.”
Sunghoon waves him off, “don’t worry about it.” He says, “I’ll see you when we get home tonight. What about you guys?”
There’s absolutely no way you’re going to dinner with them. You can’t, like, physically can’t. You think you’ll die if you do.
Instead of saying that, or coming up with some kind of excuse, what comes out is, “I’m free.”
Yunjin's head snaps to you in shock, and then she blurts out a sudden, “same!”
Jake shrugs, “I’ve got nothing better to do.”
“Great!” Sunghoon grins, “let’s meet at that diner off of fifth? They’re usually open late.”
He walks away after that, hand in hand with Chaewon, and you watch them go while your heart sinks deep into your chest. She’s laughing at something he says, her free hand slapping his arm lightly, and he smiles down at her like she’s the only girl in his universe. The same way you thought he was doing to you.
“Well,” Heeseungs starts, his eyes finding you’d once again, like he can feel the hurt radiating off your body. He probably can. “Since when was that a thing?”
Jake shrugs the way most clueless men do. “No idea.”
The two of them walk away after that, and you’re thankful to be left alone with Yunjin.
“What the fuck?” She says, hands resting on her hips. “That’s gotta be a joke. Or maybe some kind of dare. I don’t fucking know, but there’s no way they’re actually seeing each other! He was literally blowing up your phone two days ago!” She snaps her fingers like she’s made some kind of profound discovery. "It must be some kind of spell. You know, I’ve always thought witches and magic were real–”
“Yunjin,” you interrupt, eyes already glassy and throat closing up with an onslaught of tears. You aren’t going to cry over him–that would be ridiculous, especially since you weren’t even dating, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt. If you’re being completely honest, it hurts like hell.
Yunjin notices immediately, and before you can process it, she’s throwing her arms around you and pulling you into her chest in the middle of the field. “I’m sorry, babe,” she sighs, “I really thought he was going to ask you out tonight.”
She’s not the only one.
You just shrug, doing your best to mask your hurt, even though you know there’s no point when it comes to Yunjin. You’ve only known her for six months, yet she’s the only person who can read you like an open book. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” she mumbles, pulling away from you and placing her hands on your shoulders. “But it will be. Because we’re going to show Sunghoon exactly what he missed out on.”
You snort, rolling your eyes and shrugging her off of you so you can make the trek back to your shared dorm. “What are you talking about?”
She shrugs, “you’ll see.”
You should question her. Should refuse to go anywhere with her until she tells you what her plan is, but you don’t do any of that. You trust Yunjin, and you know that while her methods may be strange, she does everything with good intentions. Besides, you doubt you won’t be able to handle whatever it is she’s cooking up.
The diner off of 5th is the only place that stays open after ten pm and still serves edible food. It’s a campus staple, which means it’s nearly always packed—especially after games. So, you aren’t too surprised that you have to weave through multiple bodies just to find the table Sunghoon had managed to snag for the five of you, and nobody comments when it takes you nearly five minutes just to make it from the front door to your seats.
“I’m starving,” Yunjin groans, her tongue swiping over her lips as she flips through the menu. The both of you know she’s just going to get the same thing she does every time, but she says she finds joy in looking unpredictable.
“Me too,” Sunghoon agrees.
He looks good. Tired, but good. His hair is falling over his eyes in that dorky kind of way and he’s wearing his glasses—a rare sight. Normally, you’d be the only one doing this much analysis into his look, but when you glance over at Chaewon, she’s staring at him with a dopey grin on her face.
You frown and look down at your menu. You still don’t understand how this could’ve happened. It just didn’t make any sense. When you take out the part where you’re totally in love with Sunghoon, it still makes no sense for him to hide his apparent relationship with Chaewon. Was it a relationship? Are they even dating? Or are they just in that weird space between where you both know it’s going to happen, but they’re still choosing to dance around it?
You’d thought you were there with Sunghoon. You thought it was only a matter of time before he swept you off of your feet and confessed his love for you with some kind of grand, dramatic gesture.
But your life is clearly not a movie, because Park Sunghoon is reaching for Chaewon's hand under the table. His thumb is rubbing small, comforting circles into her skin, and she’s doing a very bad job at hiding her smile.
You shouldn’t have agreed to come.
Jake, for all his strange qualities, has always been observant (except when it comes to possible romantic partners), and he watches the entire exchange with narrowed eyes and bated breath. You’d never talked to him about your relationship with Sunghoon, but he (along with your nemesis) was the guy's roommate, so you assume he must've known that there was something going on between you. Unless you really are just delusional and everything had been entirely friendly.
“So,” Jake starts, wagging his finger towards the couple. “We’re so glad you’re here, Chaewon. Seriously. But I just can’t believe this is the first I’m hearing about…this. I mean, not to sound like a douche or anything, but I live with Sunghoon and he hasn’t brought you up once. He’s talked about–” his eyes find yours for a fleeting moment, before he clears his throat and tries to pretend it never happened. “It’s just kind of unexpected.”
Chaewon giggles, reaching a hand up and swiping her bangs over her forehead. They fall right back into place. “It was a recent development.”
Yunjin snorts, taking a sip from her cup with the kind of casual confidence you wish you had. “Clearly.”
If anybody catches the irritation in her tone, they don’t comment on it.
“He actually hit me with a football during practice,” Chaewon laughs, bringing her arm up to rest casually behind Sunghoon. You can nearly make out her fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “It was the total opposite of a meet-cute. But it still worked out anyway, because he invited me to coffee as an apology and things just went from there.”
Coffee? He always takes you to coffee. Did they go to the same place you go to? Did he show her the secret menu that’s not really a secret? Did he joke around with your favorite barista like he does when he’s with you?
Your throat feels tight again, but you suck down a gulp from your drink and try to act like you aren’t on the brink of emotional collapse.
Yunjin smiles, but it looks forced. She taps your thigh once, like she’s warning you, but before you can question it, she’s already opening her mouth. “You know, that’s honestly kind of crazy. Two of my friends are getting into relationships at the same time. You’d think I’d get some of that luck too considering I seem to be the common denominator here, but nope!”
You blink. You love Yunjin, you really do, but outside of you the only other person you saw her consistently speak to is her pet gerbil. And even that was leaning into more of a casual situation lately.
Sunghoon’s eyebrows raise briefly, but he’s quick to lower them. “Really?” He mumbles. You can practically feel the curiosity radiating off of him. He’s always been way too nosy. “Who?”
The next few moments are still a bit of a blur in your mind. You remember feeling like someone had spilled a bucket of cold water on you, but when you ran a hand through your hair, it was completely dry.
Yunjin smiles, and she looks so innocent you almost believe the lie that rolls off of her tongue like honey. You probably would’ve if it didn't have to do with you. “[Y/N], you’ve been seeing someone recently as well, haven’t you?”
You nearly choke, eyes widening into saucers. You splutter for an answer, blinking rapidly as you do. “What? A relationship? I don’t–well, I mean–maybe–?” It’s not until Yunjin sends a swift heel to your shin do you manage to get out a full sentence. “Yes,” you squeak. “I have been…seeing someone. It’s very recent. Very new. Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are that it happened so quickly.”
The table goes silent for a moment, and you suddenly feel very, very exposed. You know Yunjin knows you’re a terrible liar, she witnessed it firsthand when you tried to lie about eating her leftover cheesecake, and yet she thought making you lie in a group setting would make your skills any better? If anything, it just made them ten times worse!
You’re waiting for the inevitable–for someone to give an uncomfortable laugh before attempting to move the conversation forward. Meanwhile, you’re going to pray to whatever is listening up in the sky for the floor to swallow you whole and for this day to have never happened.
But that doesn’t happen. Instead, the next few moments are probably the most confusing of your life.
“That’s good, [Y/N],” Sunghoon says, smiling at you the way he does with everyone else. It’s not the smile you’re used to. Not the curl of his lips that would send butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and make your cheeks burst with color. This one is practiced, easy. Entirely wrong. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
You pale, parting your lips to give some shitty excuse. Maybe your delivery man? You met when he was dropping off your amazon vibrator and he complimented you on the brand. A very plausible start to any college relationship, and it’d be easy to hide considering he’s not real.
But before you can tell your made-up story, Yunjin beats you to the punch.
“Oh, you’re going to lose your mind. I know I did when she told me.” She laughs aloud, and when her eyes find yours, you suddenly wish you’d never even gotten out of bed this morning. Maybe finishing the course with a B wouldn’t have been so bad if it meant you got to avoid this terrible fate.
She leans forward on the table, lowering her voice into that soft teasing tilt she’s perfected. “She’s been seeing your other roommate. The one she apparently can’t stand.”
Jake’s eyes widen, his hands slamming on the table so he can lean against them and get a better look at you. He practically screams when he asks, “you’ve been seeing Heeseung?”
You should’ve just taken the dock off of your grade.
“Yunjin, do not come near me right now or I swear to God you’re going to be missing chunks of hair.”
She winces, hands immediately tugging on the red strands. “Anything but the hair! You know it’s my best feature.” She attempts to joke, but you’re having absolutely none of it.
“You realize they live with him, right? What happens when they ask him about his apparent relationship with me?” You snap, slamming the door to your dorm behind you. The walk here had been completely silent—or, at least, it had been from your end. Yunjin spent the entire time trying to act like she hadn’t just lied to all of your friends that you were dating Lee Heeseung. The one person in this world everyone knows you cannot stand.
She flops onto her bed and stretches her arms over her head. “They’re guys! They don’t talk about that kind of stuff. Jake didn’t even know Sunghoon was seeing Chaewon! Which, can we talk about that, actually? I mean, seriously, what the fuck? One second he’s taking you on these cute little dates and the next—”
“Yunjin,” you groan, rubbing the heels of your palm into your eyes. You’re absolutely exhausted, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can talk about Sunghoon without your head wanting to explode. “As much as I’d love to talk about Sunghoon's sparkling love life and my lack of one, I’ve got a nine am tomorrow that I’d rather not have to sleep through because I stayed up all night talking about my nonexistent love life.”
She nods, a small smile on her lips. "No, yeah, of course. But, before you become dead to the world, you’re actually kind of wrong about something.”
“What?”
“Your love life isn’t nonexistent,” she says thoughtfully. “You’re seeing Heeseung, remember?”
You throw the pillow at her so hard you’re surprised it doesn’t mold to her face.
You’ve always enjoyed your nine am literacy analysis lecture. After all, you’re an English major. Literacy analysis is kind of your whole thing.
The only part of the class that is mildly annoying is the fact that you share it with Heeseung. But, surprisingly, he rarely ever bothers you. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s finally matured and realized it’s stupid to bother you during lecture, or if he’d just gotten bored of the entire thing. Either way, you’d be perfectly fine with whatever the answer was as long as it kept him away from you.
Today though, your nerves are practically fried. Does he know? Did he expose you? You don’t know why he would lie for you, and honestly, you don’t expect him to. He probably laughed out loud before Sunghoon and Jake even asked him about it.
God, you love Yunjin, you really do, but right now you wish she’d stayed home with her gerbil last night. Maybe that way she wouldn’t have been able to open her big mouth.
You don’t look at Heeseung when you enter. You don’t even look in his general direction. You just keep your head down and try to look as normal as possible through the lecture, which is exceptionally difficult when your mind is buzzing with so much nervous energy it could power the entire university.
The usual hour seems to pass by in a blur, and when your professor releases you for dismissal, you’re quick to pack your bags and make a swift exit. You're practically out of breath by the time you make it outside, but you’re relieved you managed to get out without having to make any contact with Heeseung. You aren’t sure you would’ve been able to survive the embarrassment.
You pull the strap of your bag further up your shoulder and pull out your phone, fully ready to call Yunjin and complain to her about the mess she’s gotten you into, but a call of your name forces your head up.
Heeseung makes his way over to you casually, a backwards baseball cap covering up his dirty blonde hair and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. He isn’t giving you that usual teasing smile he always wears when he sees you, instead he looks unusually serious.
You tense, pulse pounding in your ears and alarm bells ringing in your head. You have half the mind to turn and make a run for it, but he reaches you before your feet can move.
“Hi,” he says simply. Casually. Like he’s talking to a friend and asking about the weather.
You hesitate, but return the greeting nonetheless. “...Hi.”
He cracks a smile, but scrunches his nose before it reaches his eyes and his lips fall back down into a straight line. “We need to talk.”
Your blood turns to ice, skin paling before you can stop it. He knows. And if he knows that means he told everyone the truth, and he’s probably already told the entire campus about your stupid lie as well. You’re going to be known as the girl who lied about being in a relationship because she couldn't accept that the boy she likes has a girlfriend, and then you're going to have to transfer somewhere else and start going by a new name.
God, you are going to kill Yunjin. It’ll be like a final goodbye before you’re forced to move across the country.
You shake your head immediately. “No, uh, we don’t actually. I already know what you’re going to say, so I’ll just start packing my things now. No need for this awkward rejection or whatever–not that I’m being rejected by you. God, I’d rather die before I go out with you. But, Yunjin has a big mouth and I never know how to stop her before she says something stupid, so now my social life is totally dead and–”
You’re rambling so fast it takes a moment for you to register that Heeseung's laughing, and even longer to realize that he’s laughing at you. His shoulders shake from the force of it, and the back of his hand comes up to cover his mouth. If this was anyone else, you might even think he looked cute.
You swallow, unable to help the pout that forms on your lips. “And now you’re laughing at me.”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, taking in a deep breath and trying to find some composure. “It’s just…you’ve always been really good at jumping to conclusions.”
Your brows furrow, mouth parting as you try to process his words. What does he mean you’re good at jumping to conclusions? Why does he always talk like he knows anything about you? You know they shouldn’t, but the words tick you off. “What are you talking about?”
He shrugs, lips curving up into that smile you’ve unfortunately become way too familiar with. The one that screams trouble and always means he’s up to no good. “I have to admit, I was pretty surprised when Jake grilled me for half an hour last night on our apparent relationship–” you visibly wince, but he ignores it and continues– “but, I thought to myself, why on earth would [Y/N] [L/N] tell our friends we were in a relationship? I figured you had to have a reason, so I went along with it.”
Your jaw drops, eyes blinking a mile a minute like maybe that’ll help everything make sense. Newsflash, it doesn’t–if anything it just makes everything feel ten times more confusing. “You what?”
He shrugs, “you have a reason, right? Otherwise, we just became a couple for no reason. Unless that’s what you wanted? Was this whole thing just an elaborate scheme to get with me?” His voice drops an octave, and he takes a step closer, until suddenly he’s in your space and you can smell the fresh linen from his detergent and his cedarwood cologne. “You know, princess, if you wanted to be with me, all you had to do was ask.”
You might be extremely confused right now, but you’ve got enough sense to know that the last thing you want in your life is to be in a real relationship with him. And you definitely don’t want him calling you princess.
You take a step back, your arms coming up to put space between the two of you. “Ew, no, absolutely not. Like I said, I’d rather die before I dated you.”
He hums, shoving his hands back in his pockets and beginning to walk away. “Okay. I’ll just go tell Jake and Sunghoon that you lied then–”
Your hand shoots out and wraps around his arm before you can stop yourself, and you feel the muscle tense up beneath your fingertips. He stills, his head tilting as he looks back at you.
You swallow, taking your pride down with the saliva. “I’m sorry,” you sigh out, “I just don't know how to go about this without sounding like a total loser.”
His lips curve up and he turns so he’s facing you fully. “You’re going to sound like a loser to me no matter what, so just tell me.”
You glower, your hand dropping back to your side. You try to ignore the warmth lingering in your palm as it balls up at your side. “I’ve had a thing for this guy–”
He nods. “Sunghoon, right?”
Is it really that obvious? You narrow your eyes, “How’d you know? Did he say something about me?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I’ve seen the way you follow each other like lost puppies. I’ve gotta admit, I was surprised when he popped out with Chaewon and not you.”
You don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. If even Heeseung, the one person you absolutely cannot stand, could see that there was something between you and Sunghoon, then that must mean you aren’t delusional. But, on the other hand, it makes you wonder what made Sunghoon change his mind so quickly.
Were you trying to take things too slow? Did he get bored of the waiting? You thought the dancing around each other was sweet, but maybe he was looking at it differently. Maybe he just got sick of waiting around for you.
Heeseung must notice how your thoughts have wandered, because he waves a hand in front of your face and raises his brows. “You still with me?”
Your eyes snap to him and your cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry, um, as I was saying, I’ve had a thing for him for a while. So, when he took us to dinner with Chaewon last night, Yunjin had this bright idea to say that I was also in a relationship with…you. And the whole thing just kind of spiraled from there.”
He’s silent for a moment, like he’s processing your words. “She said we were dating to make Sunghoon jealous? How does that work?”
You groan and run a hand over your face. “I don’t know! I don’t know what she was thinking! I’ve already yelled at her over it!” You feel your frustration building again, but you take a deep breath and force it down. “It was stupid. And now you’re dragged into this entire mess and I don’t know how I’m going to tell everyone the truth.”
There are a lot of things you dislike about Heeseung. He’s rude in that passive aggressive kind of way, and he only ever does it to you. He always forgets a pen and never gives yours back when you lend one to him. He’s wildly selfish and thinks that the entire world revolves around him. He also always manages to catch you by surprise, and you absolutely loathe surprises.
Today is no exception.
His lips part in thought, and for the first time you can actually see him thinking about what he’s going to say before he says it. Usually, he just blurts out whatever's on his mind and deals with the consequences later.
“What if…” he hesitates for a moment. “What if you didn’t tell them?”
“What?”
He splutters for a moment, a nervous laugh bubbling from his lips. “I just mean, what if we let everyone think we’re dating? Not that we actually date. That would be…awful.”
“Why would we do that, though?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not like me having a boyfriend is going to change Sunghoon's mind. And what would you even get out of it aside from undeniable blackmail material?”
He shrugs, “actually Sunghoon looked pretty distraught last night. He kept asking me about you and our budding relationship.”
Your heart skips a beat at that. He was asking about you? It shouldn't affect you like it does, especially when he’s got a girlfriend, but the thought of him thinking about you has butterflies flying around your stomach.
Still, it doesn’t explain why Heeseung would want to help you. He’s never gone out of his way to do it before, so you don’t see why he would now.
“But, what do you get out of this?” You ask, pointing a wary finger at him. “You’ve never been nice enough to actually help me before.”
He scoffs, “first off, that's not true. What about that science project we did Junior year? The one with the ant colony? I partnered up with you after Stella got that weird illness.”
“You mean the ant colony you released into Mrs. Hong's room? She made us deep clean the room every day for, like, two weeks. And Stella had pneumonia.”
“Yeah, but that was after we’d already gotten an A.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes.
He sighs and pulls out a creme folder from his bag. He taps it once and hands it to you. You accept it questioningly, looking up at him through your lashes with suspicion. “What is this?”
“My portfolio,” he explains. Just as he said, when you open it there's what you think must be hundreds of photos. Some of nature, some of the people on campus, some of just random mundane things. They’re all breathtaking shots, and it's then that you remember he’s here on a full scholarship after winning some national photography contest. It’d been the only thing he talked about for weeks.
You knew he was going to win the moment it was announced.
“Wow,” you mumble, continuing to flip through the photos. “These are amazing.”
He brings a hand up to his neck and scratches at it nervously. “Thanks.”
One picture captures your attention. It’s a candid shot of Sunghoon in class, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, eyebrows tucked in that adorable way they always are when he’s frustrated. The people around him are blurry, and you assume they’re getting their stuff for dismissal.
“The photography committee on campus is holding a competition,” he continues, “$100,000 and your pictures are featured in international art shows. But, in order to enter, I need a muse. Someone I can get consistent pictures of. If we’re “dating”, no one will question why I’m constantly taking pictures of you, and it saves me the hassle of having to ask anyone else.”
You raise a brow. He wants to be in a fake couple so that he can take pictures of you for a contest? It doesn’t feel like a fair trade to you at all. “Why don’t you ask Jake or Sunghoon? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”
He gives you a fixed look. “I already did, but they both claimed they were too busy. You’re my last resort before I start asking random people on campus.”
The explanation still feels weird to you, but you aren’t going to fight him anymore on it. Besides, you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’re now in a fake relationship with public enemy number one.
“So…what now?” You ask, closing the folder and handing it back to him. He takes it with steady hands, and when his fingers brush yours, there’s a solid five seconds where your breath catches in your throat and you almost forget about everything you dislike about Heeseung.
“Jay Park’s having a party tomorrow night,” he breathes, lips turning up into that awful smile. “Beer. Dancing. Maybe some weed. Sunghoon and Chaewon will definitely be there, which means you and I will also be there.”
Your nose scrunches at the thought. You’d only gone to one party so far, and the entire experience had been so awful you’d sworn them off completely.
“I don’t really do parties,” you mumble.
Heeseung snorts like that’s the understatement of the century. “We won't stay for long. Just long enough for Sunghoon to see us, and then we’ll go.”
You nod, and the air between the two of you suddenly feels heavy. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and your eyes fall to the floor. “Thank you,” you say sincerely. “For helping me.”
He doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t tease. Just nods casually like fake dating people is something he does daily. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, princess.”
You really need to tell him to stop calling you that.
When you tell Yunjin, she doesn’t even try to act surprised. “I knew it would work out,” she says confidently, staring at a pimple in her reflection. “That's why I said it in the first place.”
You roll your eyes, fingers moving over your keyboard rapidly. You need to finish up your analysis paper before the deadline next week, but every time you sit down to write your brain wanders to dirty blonde hair and that annoyingly perfect smile.
“Whatever.” You mumble, “he’s expecting me to go to some party with him tomorrow night, but I don’t know. I really need to finish this paper, and the last time we went to a party I got so drunk I collided with the wall.”
Yunjin snorts at the memory, and then she’s standing and making her way over to you. She sits crisscrossed on your bed and ever-so-gently forces your laptop closed. You don’t argue with her, it’s not like you were getting anything done anyway.
“So, your fake boyfriend–who by the way, is super hot–is asking you to go to a party with him, and you don’t want to because you’d rather stay at home and analyze Edgar Allen Poe?” She asks, drawing out the sentence so you feel completely and utterly stupid.
“It’s not Edgar Allen Poe,” you mutter, “and, I don’t know, this entire thing just feels so insane! Like, what am I hoping happens? Sunghoon realizes he’s actually in love with me and breaks up with Chaewon?”
“Exactly that, yes.” Yunjin nods, like it’s obvious.
You shoot her a glare. “That’s not fair to either of them. If they’re happy, why should I try to ruin that?”
Yunjin sighs, her hands reaching out to grab yours. She brings them into her lap and squeezes them comfortingly. “If they’re happy, then you being in a relationship with Heeseung isn’t going to matter. But you said he asked about you, right? That means he still cares at least a little bit, and if that’s the case, then it’s not fair to Chaewon for him to stay with her.” She smiles softly, her shoulders bobbing as she shrugs them. “I don’t know what he’s doing right now, but I know that there was something going on between the two of you. And if you care about him, you shouldn’t let that go without a fight.”
When she wanted to, Yunjin could give some seriously killer advice. Your lips curve up, chest feeling lighter and mind not so hazy. “Thanks, Yunjin. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Die, probably.”
You laugh loudly, throwing your head back with it. “Yeah,” you agree, “probably.”
The next night, your nerves are absolutely shot. Heeseung texted you that he’d pick you and Yunjin up from your dorm at seven, which meant you’d spent the entire day stressed out of your mind.
Sunghoon was going to be there, that much was obvious, but the thought of parading yourself around with Heeseung in front of him makes you feel sick. For one, he knows you. He’s always been able to see right through you, and you have half the mind to think he’ll make your little lie before you even step through the door.
You suck in a breath, your hands smoothing out the sides of your skirt. The dress Yunjin lent you is a lot shorter than anything you’re used to wearing, and the black cloth hugs your curves in a way you’re not entirely used to seeing on yourself. Your heels force your back to arch, highlighting the curve of your spine and the plump of your ass.
You give yourself a once-over in the mirror, hands coming down to tug the fabric further down your thighs. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” You ask.
Yunjin clicks her tongue, and you can see her fighting with the straps of her own dress through the mirror. “Absolutely not. You look amazing. The guys are going to lose their minds when they see you in that.”
You raise a brow and turn around to face her. “Guys? Like, plural?”
“Well, yeah,” she shrugs, “Sunghoon and Heeseung.”
Sunghoon, yes. You’d love for him to notice you. But Heeseung? Absolutely not. You could seriously care less about what he thinks about you. He was there when you didn’t understand how to get rid of your acne and when makeup was more of a suggestion then something you actually did everyday.
“Ew, no,” you gag, “I don’t care what Lee Heeseung thinks about me. The only reason he’s even helping me is for his portfolio or whatever. He’s not doing it out of the kindness of his heart.”
Yunjin hums, smoothing out her dress and giving herself one final look over in the vanity mirror. She looks amazing–she always does. You aren’t jealous of Yunjin, but sometimes you wonder what it’d be like to have her confidence. “You seriously think he’s doing this just for his portfolio?”
“Um, yeah. That’s what he said.”
She walks over to you then, her chin resting on your shoulder. “I think–and don’t go nuclear on me for this–but I think he likes you. Like, like-likes you.”
A laugh bursts from your chest. That is the single most absurd thing you’ve ever heard in your life. Heeseung can barely stand being in the same room as you without having to get under your skin. He doesn’t like you, he just enjoys pissing you off.
“You’re funny,” you snort, “and so insanely wrong.”
She shrugs and takes a step back from you. “I don’t know, [Y/N]. I don’t know many guys who get into fake relationships with people they dislike just so they can finish their portfolio.”
Your phone buzzes from your bed, and when you pick it up you’ve got a text message from Heeseung saying he’s here.
“You don’t know many guys in general, Yunjin.” You retort. You quickly grab your purse and stuff your phone inside. “He’s here. Don’t say anything weird in the car, please. I think you’ve embarrassed me enough in the last two days to last a lifetime.”
“No promises,” she winks.
Heeseung's car isn’t super nice. It’s pretty typical for any college student, actually. There’s a scratch on the passenger side door and a dent on the hood, and it looks like it could definitely use a round through the car wash. But, despite that, the sight of it makes you nostalgic.
You remember when he pulled into your first day of Junior year with this thing. He bragged about it to anyone who would listen. He’d saved up the entire summer to buy it, and he treated the run down thing like it was his pride and joy. You wonder if that’s still the case today.
He’s leaning against your door when you step outside. Dirty blonde hair, backwards baseball cap, that same fucking smile. The sight alone is enough to irritate you.
But there’s a brief moment where the smile falters. His eyes trail over you, all the way from your heels to your eyes, and you swear you see his ears go the lightest shade of pink.
You raise a brow, but before you can comment on it the smile is back and he’s acting like nothing happened. “Nice dress,” he clicks his tongue, “I didn’t think you owned anything that didn’t look like it came from a librarian's closet.”
You hate him. You hate him so much it hurts your soul. It envelops your being like an ugly monster.
You want to tell him that, but you don’t, because at the end of the day he’s helping you for whatever reason, and your mother told you that hating people was inherently wrong. So, you swallow down your annoyance and make your way to his car. “Can we try and go one night without you being a dick?”
“I don’t know,” he smirks, “you’re the one dating this dick, princess.”
You frown and try not to think about the double meaning behind his words. “Fake dating,” you correct.
“Right. Fake dating.”
The tension between you is thick, and not in the way you’re used to. Instead, this feels like some sort of gravitational pull towards him. Something you’d kept buried that is trying to dig its way back from the grave.
Yunjin groans behind you. You’d nearly forgotten she was here. “God, can you guys just fuck already and get it over with? Your sexual tension is starting to make me jealous.”
“Yunjin!” You practically screech. Your hands gesture wildly as you attempt to defend yourself. “This is not–there is no sexual tension! That’s not what this is!”
She gives you a look that says: don’t make me call bullshit.
You sigh and run a hand over your eyes. “Just get in the car.”
The party is just outside of campus, in Jay Park's two-story home that he mysteriously pays for by himself. (Everyone knows he’s a trust fund baby.) There’s some stragglers outside, all holding red solo cups and trying to act drunker than they really are. You’ve never understood the appeal for parties. To you, they just look like sweat fests that people gaslight themselves into thinking are fun.
Yunjin gets out of the car as soon as you pull up and quickly makes her way over to some guy by the front door. You watch as she tries to talk to him, and for once he doesn’t look intimidated by her outgoing nature. It’s kind of cute, actually.
You, on the other hand, feel a bit sick. For one, you don’t know what you’re going to do when you see Sunghoon. Is he even going to care? Probably not. He literally has a fucking girlfriend, and here you are trying to show off for him like that’ll change anything.
“Hey,” Heeseung murmurs from beside you, his eyebrows knitted together in what you think might be concern. “You good?”
You blink. “I don’t know.” It’s the most honest thing you’ve said all night.
He’s silent for a moment, before he’s letting out a breath and turning to you. “You look good, [Y/N]. Really fucking good. Don’t let a dress like that go to waste because you’re in your head.” He emphasizes his point with a gentle tap to your forehead. “Let’s go in there and show Sunghoon exactly what he lost, yeah?”
You feel your cheeks heat at the compliment, but you force the words to the back of your mind to be dwelled on later. Right now, you just need to get out of this car and get through tonight without wanting to explode. And, honestly, you do want to show Sunghoon what he’s missing out on.
“Okay,” you nod.
He grins. “Okay.”
Inside, the party is practically buzzing with people. There’s a few people you recognize, but it’s mostly randoms that you didn’t even realize you went to school with. That’s the thing about college; you’re always meeting someone new. Your high school was the complete opposite of that–you knew everyone in your graduating class on a personal level.
Heeseung keeps a hand on your lower back the entire time, and for some reason, you’re grateful for the subtle comfort it gives you. Like it’s a reminder that he’s here and that you aren’t going into this mess alone.
You eventually make your way over to the drinks, and Heeseung grabs a can of alcohol for himself and water for you. You raise a brow as he hands it to you. You hadn’t planned to drink, but him handing you water makes you feel like he’s treating you like some little kid.
“Actually,” you clear your throat, pointing towards the other beer can on top of the ice, “I’ll have that.”
He looks caught off guard for a moment, but then he shrugs and hands the can over to you. You open it with a pop and immediately take a swig. It goes down like tar against your tongue, and your nose scrunches in disgust.
He chuckles, “sure you don’t want the water?”
You really do. “I’m sure.”
Your eyes search the crowd for Sunghoon, and sure enough he’s here. He’s playing beer pong with some of his friends from the football team, and Chaewon is at his side cheering every time he scores. They look perfect for each other, and your heart squeezes painfully at the sight. Your hands shake as you take another gulp of your beer.
Heeseung taps your waist once, before he’s tugging you into his side and pulling you towards the dance floor. Alarm bells ring in your head as you weave through the crowd. You can’t dance, anytime you’ve tried you’ve embarrassed yourself so bad you’ve debated never showing your face in public again.
“Heeseung,” you attempt, “I can’t dance!”
“Neither can anyone else here. Besides, we can’t just sit in the corner and expect Sunghoon to care. If he’s having a good time, you need to be having an even better one.” He says easily.
You scoff as he comes to a stop in the middle of the floor, directly in Sunghoon's line of sight. Heeseung has always been able to make confidence look easy–like it’s something he was born with. You, on the other hand, are not like that. Your movements are awkward and you fumble to find a rhythm that doesn’t make you look like you’re on the verge of collapse.
“Wow,” he laughs, whistling lowly when you nearly trip over your own feet. “You weren’t kidding.”
Your eyes narrow as embarrassment flushes your cheeks. “I told you! God, I’m going back to the drinks–”
Before you can walk away, he catches your wrist with his hand and pulls you back towards him. Your chest nearly collides with his, and his face is suddenly so close you can practically taste his breath on yours.
“I’m not making fun of you, princess.” He murmurs, his hands sliding up to rest on your hips, “just…observing.”
His voice is right beside your ear, and the proximity makes your body feel like it’s on fire. Suddenly, the room is too small and all you can think about is him. Sunghoon is a thought so distant in your mind you nearly forget you’d ever been thinking about him in the first place.
He brings his lips to your ear, his grip on your hips tightening the smallest bit. You wonder if he’s able to hear your heartbeat. If he can, does he know it’s beating so rapidly because of him?
“He’s looking,” he murmurs into your hair.
The call back to reality feels like a bucket of ice water against your spine. If Heeseung notices the way you tense, he doesn’t comment on it.
You clear your throat and try to ignore the way your voice shakes. “He is?”
“He was,” he grumbles with a click of his tongue. He pulls back so you can see his eyes, and for a moment you think he almost looks as wrecked as you feel. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Your eyes widen and you nearly choke on your own spit. “What?”
You barely have time to process before he’s bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, the other sliding to your spine and pulling you impossibly closer. You’re so close your noses are nearly touching, and his cedarwood cologne feels like it’s enveloping all of your senses.
“Trust me, okay?” He murmurs.
Later, you’ll say you don’t know how it happened. You’ll tell Yunjin that it all happened so fast and that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. He was just helping you get Sunghoon's attention.
But the truth–the truth is that you want him to kiss you. You want him to take your breath away and for his hands to hold you like he’s afraid he’ll die without you.
And that scares you.
All you can manage is one simple word. “Okay.”
And then his mouth is on yours.
The kiss is awkward at first, more a peck than anything else, but he slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you closer and suddenly his tongue is in your mouth and he’s kissing you like you’re something precious.
Your hands slide to his chest instinctively, fists balling up the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. His breath mingles with yours, and his tongue licks into your mouth like you’re the best thing he’s tasted in years.
You can’t help the whine that slides from his lips when he pulls away, your own lips chasing his without your permission. It’s like your body's an addict and he’s your drug of choice.
Heeseung's lips are swollen and his pupils are completely blown, but you doubt you look much better. His tongue darts out to swipe at his lower lip, and then he’s smiling at you. But it’s not the teasing smile you’re used to or the one he gives everyone else. It’s softer. Real.
Your lips part to say something, anything, but then your thoughts go back to Sunghoon and what comes out instead is a soft, “did he see?”
Heeseungs smile immediately drops, and something akin to disappointment flashes over his face. You don’t know why the sight makes you cringe internally.
He glances up and nods his head. “Yeah,” he says, using his grip on your hips to turn you around, “he definitely saw.”
When you look, Sunghoon’s cheeks are pink and he’s staring directly at you. When he sees you looking, he’s quick to avert his gaze and try to act casually, but you know Sunghoon. He’s jealous.
This is a complete win.
So, why don’t you care as much as you should?
You should be ecstatic that Sunghoon’s feeling a certain way towards you. That’s the whole point of this stupid deal–to get Sunghoon back.
But when you turn back around and look at Heeseung, all you can think about is the way he smiled at you like you meant something to him. And how you hope he does it again.
It’s been a week since the kiss. A full week of acting like a couple. Holding hands on campus, cheek kisses in class, coffee dates at the cafe you used to frequent with Sunghoon.
It’s…weird. Somewhere along the way, you stopped hating Heeseung's general presence. Instead of a nemesis, he’s managed to turn himself into someone you don’t really mind having around. A frenemy, maybe. He’s funny, something you never cared enough to notice before, and he’s got this soft side to him that makes your heart melt the smallest bit.
“So,” Yunjin grins, taking a bite of her ramen. “Any word from Sunghoon?”
Your mouth goes dry at the mention of your apparent crush. In truth, you hadn't really thought about him at all. You used to go to sleep imagining it was Sunghoon next to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and holding you like you were something fragile.
Now when you close your eyes at night, all you can think about is the way Heeseung's mouth felt against yours. The way his hands gripped your hips and held you close to him.
It takes everything in you to remember that Sunghoon is the goal. You’re just feeling this way because Heeseung kissed you. Once you have Sunghoon, you’ll get over it completely.
“Um,” you mumble, sinking further into your blankets, “not yet. But Heeseung said he saw him looking at us in the coffee shop the other day. That’s good, right?”
She turns to you, her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. “It is. So why don’t you sound more excited?”
You immediately go on the defensive. “I am excited! I’m just…tired right now. It’s late, and I’ve been up since seven.”
“Whatever you say.”
In truth, you aren’t that excited. It’s nice that he’s thinking about you. It’s the entire reason you and Heeseung are doing this anyway. So why can you not bring yourself to care more?
Your phone buzzes next to you, and you have to dig through your sheets to find it. When you do, the screen is lit up with a message from Heeseung.
Hey, it reads, got time to take some photos tomorrow? There’s this park just a little off campus that I think would be a good spot.
Right. The portfolio. You’d been so busy with yourself you nearly forgot you were supposed to be helping him as well.
Sure, you reply, what time?
It doesn’t take long for him to respond. I’ll pick you up at eleven. Wear something nice, please.
You heart the message and set your phone down. You aren’t sure what something nice is supposed to entail, but you’ll do your best.
The next morning, you’re waiting outside your dorm in an outfit that you deemed appropriate for the park while also being cute. It isn’t something you usually wear–the long skirt feels restricting and the jean vest is more form-fitting then you thought it would be, but Yunjin swore up and down that you looked great, so you’re choosing to believe her.
You rock back and forth on your feet while you wait, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Heeseung is never late, but today seems to be an exception to that.
You sigh, ready to turn around and go wait in your dorm, but the sound of your name catches you off guard.
When you look over, Sunghoon is walking over to you. He must’ve been on a run, because his arms are on full display in his sleeveless tank top. Usually, the sight would send your mind reeling. But now you barely even glance towards them.
“Hi, Sunghoon.”
He nods, coming to a stop a few feet in front of you. He’s close enough for you to see the moles on his face, but far enough that you can’t smell his usual expensive cologne. A complete opposite of Heeseungs soft cedarwood and linen.
Why the fuck are you thinking about Heeseungs cologne right now?
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” he says shyly, eyebrows knit together. “I’ve…missed hanging out with you.”
Your heart skips a beat, but for all the wrong reasons.
“Sorry,” you murmur with a shrug. “I’ve just been super busy lately. You know how it gets.” It’s not a lie, you have been busy. Just…busy with Heeseung.
He pauses, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He looks like he’s contemplating his next words, which is something you’ve never seen him do. It hurts a bit that your relationship has turned into this. Just a month ago the thought of ignoring Sunghoon would’ve seemed unfathomable. Both of you being in separate relationships (given yours is fake) would’ve been a complete joke. And yet here you are, talking like complete strangers.
“Yeah,” he says eventually, the words quiet and hesitant. “I’ve seen you and Heeseung around campus. I was a little surprised, honestly.”
Your response is dry. Bordering on the edge of annoyance. “Yeah. So was I.”
You both know you’re not talking about Heeseung. For a moment, he almost looks regretful.
“[Y/N]-”
“Hey.”
You didn’t even notice Heeseung's beat up Honda pull onto your street, nor notice him walk out of it. He’s dressed casually in a Decalis University sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. His camera hangs off his neck and rests against his stomach, and his hand instinctively hovers over it as he approaches.
Relief floods your chest at the sight of him. You don’t know why. It must be some kind of hormonal thing.
Sunghoon takes a step back like he’s trying to put up an invisible wall between you. The two live together, and yet the tension radiating off of them makes you wonder what their living situation must be like right now. Jake must be in a constant state of stress.
“You’re late,” you murmur.
Heeseung smiles, his hand reaching for yours and pulling your wrist to his mouth. He leaves a soft kiss on your inner wrist, and your cheeks flare at the gesture.
“Sorry,” he mumbles against your skin. “Traffic.”
You fold immediately. “It’s fine. I was just worried.”
Sunghoon must sense that he’s no longer wanted, because he murmurs a soft goodbye and makes a swift exit. You watch as he jogs away, his forming growing smaller and smaller, and it doesn’t hurt like it used to. It just feels like…nothing. You look back to Heeseung, and any tension you had melts.
“What was that about?” He asks.
You shrug. “Was just saying hello.”
“And?”
You raise a brow. “And what?”
“Did he say anything about me? About our relationship?”
Oh. Right. You’re in love with Sunghoon.
“Oh,” you clear your throat and attempt to act like you hadn’t completely forgotten your deal. “Yeah, he did. I think he’s jealous, but he’s still with Chaewon, so does it even really matter?”
“Trust me, it does.” He snorts, leading you over to his car. “He was talking to Jake last night about how he apparently isn’t feeling any sparks with Chaewon. He wants to break up with her.”
That’s good. That’s what you wanted. You should be ecstatic and your heart should be fluttering in your chest. Instead, all you feel is a cold pang of disappointment.
“Good! That's great. Amazing, even.” You say, attempting to sound the littlest bit excited, but it just comes off flat and dull. Like you’re talking about an assignment and not the boy you’ve been in love with for months.
He gives you a side-eye as he opens the passenger door for you, and you slip in like it’s second nature. At this point, it is. “You don’t sound too excited,” he observes.
You’re not, but you can’t say that. “I’m just shocked, I guess. I don’t understand why he even got with Chaewon in the first place if he didn’t feel anything for her. It’s kind of…mean.”
Heeseung takes a second to respond as he climbs into the driver's seat. He wordlessly hands you his phone and lets you put on your playlist–something you hadn’t even realized was an option. You play Ariana Grande and watch as Heeseung tries to act like he doesn’t enjoy it.
“Sunghoons always been like that,” he says eventually. “He’s impulsive. Doesn’t think about what he’s doing until he’s regretting it and trying to act like he’s not.”
“Why?”
Heeseung shrugs, glancing at you from the corner of his eye for a split second before going back to the road. “Don’t know. It’s just how he is.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek and look out the window. The campus passes by in a blur, people walking to class together, pigeons scavenging for any scraps they can get, the lecture hall you walk to every morning. It’s familiar. Comfortable.
You look back to Heeseung, and instead of annoyance, you get the same feeling you do when you’re looking at campus. Familiarity. Comfort. And it scares you so much your throat nearly constricts.
“Well,” you croak, running a hand through your hair, “that’s stupid. And all it does is hurt the people around him.”
“Yeah,” he agrees softly, “it does.”
You don’t talk the rest of the car ride, and you’re thankful for it. Your mind is too alert for conversation right now. You can smell his cologne, can hear him humming along to Needy by Ariana Grande, can feel his presence consuming your very soul. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
You don’t hate Lee Heeseung. Because your mother used to say that hate was just another word for love, and that is the last thing you feel for the boy you grew up with.
When you arrive at the park, you’re entirely too eager to get out of the car. You barely wait for him to park before you’re practically stumbling out of your seat with the ordinance of a baby giraffe.
Heeseung gives you a look, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just directs you to where he wants to go with confidence. His hand hovers at your lower back–never touching–just there. Like he’s unsure of what to do with himself when you’re not around your friends and having to keep up your act.
You don’t comment on it.
Eventually, he takes you to a small pond in the middle of the park. There’s white lilies around the water, each of them dancing in the wind while the water flows around them. The sun is bright, shining in your eyes and making you squint slightly. It’s pretty beautiful, actually. You had no idea this place was so close to your campus.
Heeseung directs you on how to pose. How to smile like you have no idea you’re being watched. It’s awkward at first, mostly because the only time you’ve ever had someone take pictures of you like this was during your high school graduation, but it doesn’t take long for the tension to ease into something softer. Easier.
He tells you to sit on the grass and tilt your head towards the pond–but each shot he gets just doesn’t feel right.
“Maybe lean more towards the left?” He mumbles, hand flying out to gesture at you. You do as he says, but apparently, he’s still not getting the shot he wants.
He clicks his tongue in frustration, “no–that’s not–just–let me fix you.”
You furrow your brows. What does that even mean? “You don’t need to fix me, Heeseung–”
He interrupts you with a laugh. “Not like that, idiot. God, you’re always so defensive.”
You part your lips to retort, but before the words can get out, he’s walking towards you and your chin is in his hand, and you suddenly forget how to communicate entirely.
He tilts your head where he wants it, the pink of his tongue poking out the tiniest bit. His face is so close that it takes everything in you to not remember how he’d tasted when his tongue was in your mouth.
You feel your cheeks heat up, but you let him do what he needs to.
“There, that’s the angle.”
“You couldn’t have just told me to tilt my chin up?”
He smiles and goes back to his camera. “I did, princess. You just don’t listen.”
God, he’s so annoying.
But still, your lips curve up and your heart gets that same feeling it did at the party. The one that you’re not quite ready to name.
“Do we really have to go to this brunch?” You groan, flopping down onto your bed. “Sunghoon and Chaewon are going to be there, and I really don’t feel like watching them be all over each other.”
Yunjin shakes her head, “that’s exactly why we have to go. So that you and Heeseung can do it right back to them.”
“They already saw us kiss! What more do we have to do? Feed each other and do that weird baby talk bullshit couples do?”
Yunjin gags and rolls her eyes. “I don’t know what couples you’re talking to, but please tell them I said to stop doing that immediately. But, no, that’s not what I meant. How is it going to look if everyone's there except for you and Heeseung?”
“Um, fine? No one’s going to care.”
“It’s going to look suspicious. Everyone knows you had a thing for Sunghoon before he popped out with Chaewon. You and Heeseung need to prove to everyone–not just Sunghoon–that you’re actually in love.”
You sigh. You know she’s right, you just hate it. Why do you need to prove your fake relationship to your friends? It feels wrong. It feels like lying.
Actually, it is lying.
“I hate lying to everyone,” you sigh, hugging your pillow to your chest. “Makes me feel like a bad friend.”
“You’re not a bad friend,” Yunjin reassures, rolling her chair over to you. It gets caught on the rug for a moment, but she’s quick to force the wheels to move again. “Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
You give her a look. “That’s like, the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”
She chuckles, “sorry I’m not well versed in the art of therapy for fake dating. I’ll make sure to switch my degree to better accommodate you.”
“That would actually be great, thank you.”
She takes in a breath, her hand reaching for yours. “Just…don’t think of it as lying. Think about it like two friends helping each other out.”
“He’s not my friend.” You scoff, but the words don’t hold any bite behind them. Not like they used to, at least.
Yunjin grins knowingly. “Yeah, he is.”
You don’t bother correcting her again.
Brunch is at noon at that diner off of fifth. The same one you’d gone to when this entire mess started. The same one you’d started falling in love with Sunghoon at. It’s weird now, seeing how much your life has changed in the short amount of time since you were last here.
You have a fake boyfriend now. You don’t talk to Sunghoon. Your life feels like it’s falling apart and coming back together all at once.
You and Heeseung sit next to each other wordlessly, both of you more cautious about touching. It feels like there’s enough space between your leg and his to fill out the Grand Canyon. It shouldn’t bother you, but it does.
Sunghoon holds Chaewon's hand under the table, and their shoulders brush every time they move. It’s irritating and annoying and you strangely enough couldn’t care less about it. That sense of jealousy you’d felt the last time you were here no longer spills over your guts like acid, instead you feel nothing.
You try to force yourself to remember what you’d liked about Sunghoon. He’s kind. Smart. Dedicated. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
But he’s not…
“Honestly,” Jake says between spoonfuls of biscuits and gravy, “when Yunjin told us you guys were seeing each other, I thought she was lying. I mean, you guys couldn’t even be in the same room without having some kind of argument.”
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously, “yeah. I was pretty surprised too.”
You don’t miss the way Heeseung cracks a smile at that. “It was kind of sudden, but I'm glad it happened.” He says easily, “means I finally get to stop pretending I can’t stand her.”
You can tell he hadn’t meant to say that last part, because his eyes go wide and he tenses for a second. Not long enough for anyone to catch it, but you do. You see the way fear flashes behind his irises for a moment, the way his breath catches before filling out his chest once again.
Sunghoons throat bobs as he swallows, dark eyes darting between the two of you slowly. “Pretending?” He asks cautiously, like he’s testing the words on his tongue.
But you don’t care about Sunghoon. All you can think about is what Heeseung said. I finally get to stop pretending I can’t stand her. Is he being honest? Or is this all just a part of your act? You hate that you can’t tell.
“Uh,” he laughs nervously, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “When we were in school, I didn't know how to get her attention. She was smart and kind and friends with everyone, and I was just…there. She used to do this thing in kindergarten where she’d wait for everyone else to fall asleep during naptime before she did because she didn’t want anyone to have to sit there alone, and I remember thinking she must’ve been sent by some kind of angel.” He laughs then, a genuine one. The kind that lights up his entire face.
You hadn’t even remembered you did that, but it’s true. You did. It always just felt like the right thing to do, but the fact that he remembers it all these years later makes you feel almost dizzy.
“I think it was in third grade when I figured the best way to get her attention was to piss her off,” he continues. “I don’t know why. But I spent the next ten or more years making sure I annoyed her to the best of my ability. I think I just decided that I’d rather have her hate me than not have her in my life at all.”
The table is silent aside from the people talking around you. They’re all having normal conversations while you're going through the biggest existential crisis of your life. You understand that this is supposed to be fake–but that didn’t feel like something he made up on the spot. It felt like he was finally coming clean about something that’d been sitting on his chest for years. And if that’s true, where does that leave you?
“Heeseung…” You attempt, eyes searching the side of his face. When he turns to you, he looks more sincere than you’ve ever seen him. His hand reaches for yours under the table and he intertwines his fingers with yours. The hold is gentle, soft, right. It feels like you’re exactly where you were always supposed to be.
“Sorry,” he laughs, turning back to the group. “That was kind of sappy.”
“Nah, man, that was beautiful.” Jake murmurs, bringing a hand up to his chest. “I’m happy for you guys, seriously.”
“Yeah,” Sunghoon nods, “you guys are good for each other.” He looks resigned. Like he’s accepting defeat. It makes something click in your brain.
For the first time in your life, you think you’re starting to see Heeseung exactly for who he is.
You don’t notice the way he looks at Sunghoon. Or how he swallows back his pride and comes to terms with what he knows he has to do.
You don't comment when he pulls his hand away from you, you just assume it's because he wants to be able to properly eat his food.
When brunch is over, you say your goodbyes to everyone with a pep in your step. You know that telling Heeseung how you’re feeling might complicate things, but he basically just confessed that he remembered things you did in kindergarten. You don’t remember that kind of stuff unless it means something, right?
“I’ll walk you back to your dorm?” He murmurs next to you, and you nod.
“I’d like that.”
There’s tension in the air as you walk, one that you’re practically dying to address. But Heeseung doesn’t look like he did in the diner. He looks conflicted, scared–he keeps his eyes ahead and his hands shoved into his pockets. Nothing like the bright boy you’d been sitting next to barely an hour ago.
“Are you okay?” You ask, voice soft.
He doesn’t even glance at you. “I’m fine.”
“Then why do you look like a kicked puppy?” You attempt to joke, but he doesn't laugh. Instead, he pauses on the sidewalk, and you barely get a few feet in front of him when you notice he’s stopped.
“What’s going on, Heeseung?” You attempt again, reaching for his hand. He pulls it back so sharply you nearly flinch.
“I think…I think we need to stop.” He says finally.
Your heart drops. “What? Why? Did I–Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?"
“No, no, it’s not–” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, “fuck, it’s not you.”
You raise a brow. He’s not making any sense. He wants to stop now? After what he said in the diner? “Then what is it?” You snap.
He shakes his head like the words are too painful to speak. “You like Sunghoon, [Y/N], and he’s going to break up with Chaewon soon. I got the pictures I needed for the competition. There’s no reason to drag this on any longer than we already have.”
His words shouldn’t feel like a breakup, but they do. God, they do. They feel like he’s pulling away from you after you’ve finally come to terms with what you feel for him. “What about what you said in the diner?” You ask finally, voice breaking. “I can’t just act like that didn’t happen, Heeseung. Not when I’m finally–I’m finally…” The words get caught in your throat, but you both know exactly what you mean by them.
His hands squeeze into fists at his side. “That didn’t mean anything, [Y/N].” he says lowly, like breaking your heart is something he does daily. Maybe it was and you just never noticed before. “It was just helping the act. Keeping up the lie. That’s all.”
Tears come to your waterline, the back of your throat beginning to ache from the force of it. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” he says firmly, but you can see the way his eyes are beginning to turn glassy. “I really do.”
He turns on his heel then, leaving you alone on the sidewalk and turning his back onto whatever fucked up thing it is you’ve built together.
Your mother used to say that hate and love were synonymous. You know now that she was wrong.
Because what you feel for Lee Heeseung has nothing to do with love, and everything to do with pure, unadulterated hate.
Your phone chimes, and when you check the notification, what you see doesn't make you feel good. It doesn't bring joy to your heart or make you want to skip down the street. Instead, it makes your heart break a little bit more.
Yunjin: Sunghoon just broke up with Chaewon. We’re so in
You should be happy. This is exactly what you wanted, right?
So why do you feel like you just lost the one thing that mattered the most?
You haven’t talked to Heeseung in three weeks. He transferred out of your shared class–something you didn’t even know was possible this late into the semester–and stopped showing up to any group hangouts. Not that you care, obviously.
The both of you said your breakup was mutual. That the stress of school and work just didn’t make a relationship possible, but there weren’t any hard feelings. Jake had raised a brow at the entire thing, but ultimately accepted it without a word.
But, Sunghoon seeing the both of you being single at the same time again, decided that meant he could shoot his shot. Which is good–it was the entire point of this entire thing, right?
Sunghoon is nice. He holds the door open for you and he pays for your meals and he takes you back to that coffee shop the both of you loved so much.
He is perfect for you in every sense.
But when he sits next to you, you don’t feel that same spark low in your belly. When he makes a joke, you don’t laugh until you swear you’re going to run out of oxygen. He doesn’t look at you like you mean something to him.
Yunjin's not dumb, she knows something's wrong. Just a few months ago you would’ve been ecstatic at the idea of going on dates with Sunghoon, so why do you seem like you couldn’t care less about him now?
“Are you okay?” She asks, voice filled with concern. “You’ve been…distant.”
“I’m fine,” you answer a bit too quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don't know, why don’t you tell me?”
You blink, turning to look at her in your mirror. You’re in the middle of getting ready for you and Sunghoons third date. He told you to dress nicely for dinner, but all you can think about is the fact that Heeseung would be presenting his pictures for the contest tonight. You didn’t even get to see them, which is more annoying than anything else.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yunjin.” You lie.
She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and making her way over to you. She smooths down the hem of your skirt without a second thought. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me but, if it’s because of Heeseung–”
“It’s not.”
“–If it’s because of Heeseung, then I’d understand.”
You freeze, eyes snapping to hers. You never told her about the last conversation you’d had with Heeseung, because you figured there wasn’t really any point. He’d “broken up” with you, and that was that. It doesn't mean anything else.
You want Sunghoon. You know you do. It’s the entire reason you and Heeseung came up with that stupid plan in the first place. You aren’t going to throw away a good guy because you’d gotten confused.
“It’s not,” you lie again, “I’m just stressed with finals and stuff. That’s all.”
Yunjin obviously doesn’t believe you. You don’t blame her, of course. You’ve always been an awful liar.
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you’re already dreading what she’s going to say. Every time Yunjin goes silent, it always means she’s going to say something that you probably don’t want to hear.
“You know,” she starts, voice soft and low, “I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at him.”
You freeze, a shiver rushing down your spine like ice cold water. “What?”
“I just mean–” She backtracks for a moment before deciding to just say it, “you never look at Sunghoon the way you looked at Heeseung. You looked…happy with him. Like, actually happy. Not just because you thought you were supposed to be, but because you actually felt it.”
You go silent at that. You were happy. Even if you hadn’t wanted to admit it–even if you were fighting it for whatever reason. “I’m happy with Sunghoon.” You say with finality, but you both hear how your voice shakes.
“If you say so,” she sighs, turning back and sitting at her desk. “What’re you guys doing tonight?”
You’re grateful for the change in topic. “He’s taking me to dinner,” you shrug, clipping on your earrings. “Somewhere fancy, I guess.”
She hums. “Do you think he’s going to kiss you tonight?”
God, I really, really hope not.
“I hope so,” you answer instead. Maybe kissing Sunghoon will be exactly what you need to get your mind off of him. “I think I’ve waited long enough.” You laugh, but it’s weak. Dishonest.
Yunjin frowns at the sound of it, but she doesn’t push. “Yeah,” she mumbles, “me too.”
Sunghoon arrives at five on the dot. Just like he said he would. You should’ve been watching the clock because you were excited for him to get here, but instead all you could think about every time you glanced at it was how nervous Heeseung must be right now. The contest starts at seven, which means he finds out in the next two hours if he wins the money. Your hand twitches at your side. You want to text him and say good luck, but you don’t.
“You look beautiful,” Sunghoon says. He’s all dark hair and dark eyes, not a single hair out of place. His suit looks expensive, and you wonder if he bought it just for the occasion. That definitely feels like something he would do.
“Thank you,” you respond, hoping he doesn’t see how fake your smile is. “You clean up pretty nicely as well.”
“I try,” he jokes, outstretching his arm for you. You take it easily, but it doesn’t feel right in your palm. It’s sturdy, easy. But, it doesn’t have any of that fire that you think it should.
Sunghoon is a gentleman the entire night. He takes you to eat, makes corny jokes, kisses your knuckles with pink cheeks. And it’s good. It’s so, so good. It’s exactly what you’ve always wanted.
But when you close your eyes, it’s not Sunghoon you see.
It’s dirty blonde hair covered by some ratty baseball cap. It’s that fucking teasing smile that you used to hate seeing. It’s watching him grow up and having him remember things about you that you’d completely forgotten about.
It’s him. Heeseung.
Sunghoon leads you to your front door nervously, his eyes searching yours like he’s trying to get some kind of read on you. You wonder if he can see that your heart isn’t here–that it never was.
“I had a good time tonight,” he says, lips curling up into a soft smile. “I hope it was the same for you.”
“I…” Your words catch in your throat. You know what the logical thing would be to do right now. Accept his compliments, kiss him sweetly, go into your room giddy and wait for him to text you. But it’s wrong. It’s so, so wrong.
“Sunghoon,” you start, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
He’s silent for a split second, like he’s trying to process your words. “Why?” He asks, “Did something happen? Did I–Did I do something?”
God, you wish he had. That would make this entire thing so much easier.
“No,” you laugh wetly, “It’s not you. It’s–it’s me.” You know it’s cliche, but it's true. Because while you should’ve been enjoying him tonight, all you could think about was Heeseung. About the way he’d kissed you at the party. About how he always looked at you like there was more he wanted to say but he just never knew how.
Sunghoon blinks, his eyebrows knitting together and creasing his forehead. “What?”
“You’re perfect, Sunghoon.” you start, the words flowing out of you like you’re finally admitting them to yourself. “And for a long time, you were everything I ever wanted. You went to the cafe with me. You invited me to your games. I thought–I thought that I’d finally found the person I was meant to be with.”
“I–I don’t understand,” he murmurs, “Is that not how you feel anymore?”
Your heart constricts as you shake your head. “I wanted to. I really, really tried to remind myself of how I felt for you before. But…”
It takes him a second, but you see the exact moment recognition flashes across his face. He takes a step back from you, lips falling into a straight line. “But I’m not him.”
You can’t help the sob that rips from your throat. “I’m so sorry, Sunghoon.”
You half expect him to yell, maybe flip you off and drive off in his Porsche while he gets Chaewon on speed dial. But he doesn’t. He stands there for a long moment, breathing slowly, tongue poking the inside of his cheek every now and then.
And then he looks up at you, at the tears staining your cheeks, at how the honesty ripped out of you like a force of nature. He checks his watch–6:50 pm. Ten minutes before the contest starts.
“Come on,” he says, already jogging to the driver's seat.
You’re frozen, watching him with wide eyes. Did he not hear what you just said? “Sunghoon–”
He gives you a look so sharp it nearly steals the breath from your lungs. “We’ve got ten minutes to make it to that contest, and unfortunately, I’m not very big on breaking traffic laws. So, hurry up and get in!”
You gawk at him, a smile curling onto your lips, but you run into his car, nevertheless.
He was right, he’s not big on breaking traffic laws. But you see he’s going five over the speed limit compared to his usual three, and that feels like it counts for something. Even though you’d been leading him on for the past three weeks, he’s still trying to make sure you’re happy. He’s still looking out for you.
“Thank you,” you sniffle. And you truly mean it.
His gaze stays glued to the road. "Don't mention it.”
You arrive at the photography center with two minutes to spare. Sunghoon doesn't even let you say bye, just rushes you out of the car and wishes you good luck. You don’t look back as you run inside.
You’re thankful you at least dressed nicely for the date, because everyone in here looks like they come from money. Women in floorlength gowns, men in suits you’re sure cost more than your entire tuition. These must be the donors.
The hall is filled with pictures, some simple–some you think you have to be involved in the community to understand. But even as you practically sprint down the hallway, Heeseung is nowhere to be found.
“Please make your way to the dining hall as the photography committee prepares to announce the winner of this year's $100,000 grant!” A voice rings from the intercom, and you blindly follow the crowd into the large room parallel to the hall.
It’s filled with tables, and there’s a stage right at the front of the room with a podium and a giant projector. There’s nothing on it yet, but you’re assuming that’s where they’ll show the winning portfolio.
The tables all have name cards, so you do your best to conspicuously make your way to the back where nobody will notice you standing awkwardly. Plus, from back here it’ll be easier to try and find Heeseung.
You study the crowd, looking for the familiar head of blonde hair, but you come up empty. For a second, you wonder if he’s even here. He has to be here, you think. This is everything to him.
But every time someone new walks in, it’s never him.
You rock back and forth on your feet, a nervous habit. Pretty soon all the chairs are filled out and Heeseung is still nowhere to be seen. You wonder if he’d dropped out of the contest, but that still wouldn’t make any sense. Why would he drop out when photography was so important to him?
You reach for your phone, half tempted to call him and ask where the hell he was, but the lights dim and the president of the photography committee walks up the podium. She’s an older woman, with pin straight grey hair and huge glasses. She has to pull down the microphone to match her height. Heeseung used to joke that even though she looked like she belonged in a Disney movie, she was the toughest mentor he’d ever had.
“Thank you all for coming tonight,” she starts, voice light. “We had many great admissions this year. All of which I personally took the time to look through, and let me tell you, there was some tough competition. I almost threw up my hands and gave the money to everyone!”
The crowd laughs at that, but you can tell it’s just them being polite. “But, unfortunately, we can’t do that. So, after many sleepless nights and lots of talks with the committee, I was able to come to a decision. This year's winner is someone I think has put in more effort into his photos than anyone else I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. He’s not naturally talented, no, but he’s dedicated. He takes risks. He tries new things and doesn’t shy away when they don’t work.”
The projector begins to come to life. “As you know, this year's theme was muse. The participants were meant to find a singular person and put together a portfolio of said person.”
The first photo flashes against the screen–and your breath catches in your throat. It's you. But it’s not the ones from the park, no, it’s you in class. Your pencil is in between your lips; brows scrunched together the way they always are when you get frustrated. You’re not wearing any makeup–hell, you look like you just rolled out of bed!
Your breath catches as the photos continue. Some of you in class, in the diner, at that God forsaken party. All pictures that look old and new at the same time. You can tell some are from after this entire mess started, when you and Heeseung started to actually enjoy each other's presence. You look happier in those ones.
But there’s some from before too–when the only times you ever thought about Heeseung were when you were thinking about how much you can’t stand him. Those ones are mostly you in class, all of them shot from the same angle. There’s a few of you from group hangouts, and you wonder how you never noticed him taking them. Maybe it’s because you’re just so used to seeing him with his camera that you stopped noticing it entirely.
It’s the last photo that really gets you though. It’s from the park, you’re sitting in the grass, head tilted to the side, lips curling up into a soft smile. You’re looking into the camera–or, behind it actually–directly at Heeseung, and the look in your eyes is enough to knock the breath from your lungs.
You look like you’re in love.
“This year's winner–though I doubt anyone's surprised–Is Lee Heeseung!”
You barely register her words, because all you can see is Heeseung walking up onto the stage. So that’s where he was, you think.
He’s wearing a suit, though it doesn’t look nearly as nice as everyone else's here. His dirty blonde hair is actually styled for once, and his lips are curled up into a small smile. But it’s not the one you’re used to seeing. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, doesn’t make his face light up like it usually does. Despite winning, he looks almost sad.
He gives a small bow at the podium, shaking hands with the Committee President. He looks nervous as he comes up to the mic, and you squeeze your hands together. Does he want you here? Should you try and make your presence known?
You are the girl in his photos, after all.
“Wow,” he starts, voice shaking slightly. “This is…an honor. Really. I didn’t go into this contest thinking I would win. In fact, I wasn’t going to enter at all. Not until I realized I’d already accidentally found my muse.” He laughs then, but it’s short. “I entered for selfish reasons. Not for the money. Not so that I could get my photos in international shows. But, because I wanted an excuse to get closer to her.”
His eyes scan the crowd, until finally, they land on you. His eyes widen for a moment, lips parting in shock. For a moment, you think he wants you to leave. You wouldn’t blame him if he did.
But he smiles. Really smiles. “None of this would’ve been possible without her.” He continues now, voice more confident. “These photos would’ve sat tucked away in my camera forever. But she made me confident. She reminded me of why I love photography in the first place. So, I’m dedicating this grant to her. To my muse.” His eyes find yours again. “My [Y/N].”
You don’t get a chance to go up to Heeseung until after all of the sponsors have congratulated him, which admittedly takes a lot longer than you think either of you would like.
You can see him on stage, shaking hands with people who you assume must be important. He never keeps his eyes on them for too long. Instead, they trail over to you, like he’s hoping he’ll be able to communicate with you through eye contact.
By the time you can actually speak to him, the hall is mostly empty aside from a few stragglers. He approaches you with caution, like he’s scared of getting too close.
“Hi,” he breathes, stopping a few feet in front of you.
“Hi,” you say back.
The air is softer than it had been the last time you’d seen him. Then, it was harsh. Like smoke filling into your lungs. Now, it feels like a breath of fresh air.
You’re both silent for a moment, like you’re unsure of what to say to each other.
“I broke it off with Sunghoon,” you say eventually, eyes falling to the floor.
He blinks. “You did?”
“I did.”
“Okay.”
More silence.
“You took pictures of me,” you observe.
“I did.”
“Why?”
He laughs, a full hearty sound, like he’s caught off guard by the question. You don’t know why he would be. You think it’s a perfectly fair thing to ask.
He shrugs, “I felt inspired by you.”
You raise a brow at that. “Inspired? By what—me chewing my pencil like a child?”
He grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. “No. I was inspired by how I felt when I looked at you.”
That makes you pause. “What?”
He fiddles with the corner of his pocket, thumb grazing it once before darting away. He sucks in a deep breath, and then finally, he says everything you know he’s been holding back.
“I’ve been in love with you since we were six years old,” he starts. “Ever since I watched you stay up the entire nap time because Jungwon couldn’t fall asleep. I knew right then and there that I loved you and that I was going to continue to love you for as long as I knew you.”
You can’t help the way your eyes go glassy, heart thumping a million miles an hour in your chest. “Heeseung…”
He doesn’t let you finish. “But I was shy—well, scared is more like it—I was scared that you weren’t going to want to be my friend and I would never be able to be around you.”
“Why would you think that?”
He shrugs, “why does a third grader think anything?”
You don’t have a reply for that.
He sighs before continuing. “After that it just…became a thing. Our thing. I annoyed you and therefore I got to keep being in your life. Even if it wasn't what I wanted, I figured it was better than not being around you at all.” He swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “But then we got to university and you met Sunghoon and I felt you slipping away from me, and I didn’t know what to do with that. I thought that maybe…maybe it was time for me to let you go.”
Your heart cracks at the strain in his voice, like he’s recalling a bad memory.
“So, I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when Jake came home and started asking me a million questions about our apparent relationship.”
“Oh, God,” you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. At the time, it’d genuinely felt like the end of the world. Now, you really can’t imagine where your life would be without Yunjin's lie.
For starters, he probably would’ve never told you this, and you would’ve gone your entire life chopping up your relationship to nothing but a high school rivalry that didn’t have any deeper meaning. You would’ve never found out he felt this way—or that you feel the way you do.
“It was good,” he starts again, “pretending. Even though it wasn’t really pretending for me. And then we went to that diner and I just…I got scared. I didn’t want to hold you back from what you really wanted. I thought, she’s hated me for years, at least now she’ll have an actual reason. And I wanted to be okay with that. I really did.” He takes a step closer. “But now you’re here. And I think I know why, but I’m getting tired of assuming things, princess. So, I think you’ll have to tell me.”
You suck in a shaky breath, your own hands fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously. “I…tried. With Sunghoon. I thought it was what I wanted, the easiness of it all. He was kind and he made bad jokes and I thought I was content with that.”
You roll your eyes, “But then you happened.” You say it like it’s an insult, but you both know it’s not. “And every time I was with him all I could think was how his car didn’t have that mysterious dent in the front. How he didn’t let me play pop music and pretend he wasn’t singing along when we both knew he was. How he didn't make me feel like I actually meant something to him.”
Your eyes find his for the first time since he approached you tonight. “All I could think about was how he wasn’t you.”
For a brief second, the only noise between the two of you is your breathing and the faint hum of people around you. Heeseung's lips part, his Adam's apple bobbing as he takes in your confession. He’s silent for so long you nearly think you overstepped.
But then he’s taking a step towards you and cradling your jaw with his hand. You don’t move away.
“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” He says, and the familiarity of his words brings a smile to your face.
“Okay. I trust you.”
And then his lips are on yours.
This kiss is different from the first one. It’s not hungry, not a performance for anyone else. This kiss is solely for you, for the love you’ve found and never plan on losing. It tastes like him and feels exactly like coming home.
His thumb rubs the apple of your cheek, his lips moving against yours slowly. He doesn’t use tongue, but you don’t need him to.
When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours and brings his hands down to your waist. They feel heavy against you, like a claim you never knew you needed.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he murmurs.
You giggle, bringing your own arms up to wrap around his neck. “Have you?”
“Yeah,” he responds, “along with…other things.”
You raise a brow at that, “yeah? Like what?”
That’s exactly how you end up back at his apartment, his lips moving against yours like he’s trying to memorize your body with them. Jake and Sunghoon are out thankfully, which means you’ve got the entire apartment to yourself.
Heeseung leads you blindly to his room, never once turning away from you or attempting to look where he’s going. You laugh as he trips over the carpet, but he swallows it with his mouth on yours.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says against you. You don’t even notice you’ve made it into your bedroom before your legs hit the mattress and suddenly, he’s pulling you down onto it. “Been waiting so long to have you like this.”
“Yeah?” You manage to say, your voice airy. “Show me, then.”
He pulls back for a moment, eyes looking directly into yours, and then he’s moving his lips to your neck. He leaves wet kisses down the column of your throat, your shoulder, sucking marks into the delicate skin of your collarbone.
His teeth graze a particular spot at your neck that makes you gasp, and he processes the noise with a slight groan of his own. He bites down on the spot–not hard, just enough for your back to arch and your fingers to find purchase in his hair. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue shoots out to soothe the bite.
Slowly, he brings a hand up to the strap of your dress, his fingers slipping under it but never pulling down.
“Hee,” you practically whine, “please.”
He grins, and then he pulls the strap down ever so slowly. You know he’s teasing you, and the thought makes heat pool between your legs.
Once the dress is off, he throws it to the side and sits back on his heels so he can stare at you. You still have your underwear and bra on, but the sight of your bare stomach and legs is enough for him to let out a low whistle.
“You’re so beautiful, princess,” he murmurs. The sincerity in his voice makes your cheeks hot. “So fucking perfect.”
Your lips part to respond, but he leans down and kisses you again. This kiss is different from all the others. It’s messy and deep and pulls noises out of you that you weren’t even aware you could make.
He sucks on your bottom lip once, and then he pulls away and leaves kisses all down your body. Down your neck, your cloth-covered breasts, your stomach, all the way down until he leaves one final kiss at your ankle.
He seats himself at the edge of the bed and ever-so-gently pulls you down so your legs hang over the edge of the bed and your cunt is level with his face. He stares at it for a long moment, at the wet patch growing on the lace. At your pretty white panties.
Your hands fist the sheets, legs nearly closing on instinct, but he just pushes them over his shoulders and keeps you open for him. “Don’t hide from me,” he mumbles. His hand slowly trails up your thigh until it finds the edge of your underwear.
He keeps it there for what feels like forever. Never touching. Just looking.
“Please,” you whimper, “please touch me.”
He grins, “yeah? Want my mouth on you, baby?”
You nod, hips rolling against nothing. “Yes, fuck, please.”
That seems to finally break him, because he licks one large stripe up your cunt through your underwear. You gasp at the feeling, your back arching slightly.
He continues licking small kitten-licks over your panties, and the mixture of his saliva and your arousal begins to turn the cloth nearly translucent.
He groans like the taste of you is his favorite meal. “You taste so good,” he murmurs against you, “like heaven.”
You bite your lower lip to keep yourself from crying out when his tongue catches your clit, and then he brings his hands up to your waist and pulls your underwear down your legs. You don’t miss the way he stares at them for a second before letting them drop to the floor.
He spits on your cunt, watching the way his saliva drips down your slit before he sucks your clit into his mouth.
You cry out at the feeling, your toes curling at his back. He groans at the taste and brings his hands up to your hips, gripping them and keeping them still.
“Fuck,” you moan when he brings his tongue down to your hole, collecting the arousal there like it's his own personal ambrosia.
“All this is for me, right?” He questions, trailing a hand down and rubbing his thumb against your clit. The feeling has your head spinning. “Not for Sunghoon, all for me, isn’t that right, princess?”
You nod feverishly, his possessiveness nearly enough to make you finish right there and then. “Yours! ‘S all yours.”
He smirks, “that’s a good girl.”
And then he brings a finger to your entrance, circling over it once before letting it slip inside the ring of muscle. The air punches from your lungs at the feeling, but then he sucks your clit into his mouth again while his finger thrusts into you and you really think you’re going to start seeing stars.
“Hee–Heeseung,” you cry, “fuck!”
He hums but doesn’t stop. Instead, he pushes a second finger inside and begins to curl them upwards. You feel him hit that spongey spot inside of you and you know you’re done for.
“I’m close–fuck,”
He doesn’t work you harder, just keeps going at the pace so he can drag out your orgasm for as long as possible. “Come on, baby, cum for me. Show me just how bad you want it.”
That’s all it takes for you to release all over his face and hand. Your muscles tighten and relax over and over again, back arching and vision going white. He groans and licks up every drop, working you through it without a complaint.
You expect him to stop now that you’ve finished, but he doesn’t. If anything, he goes harder. The overstimulation begins to border on the edge of too much, and your hips buck up without your permission.
“Fuck, too much, I cant–”
He doesn’t let up. “Yeah, you can. Come on, wanna see you fall apart for me all over again.”
It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to crash over you, and this one nearly leaves your body feeling limp and your pulse to blare against your ears.
Your body is still twitching from aftershocks when he climbs up next to you, and you watch with blurry vision as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean. He hums at the taste and then brings his hands to the hem of his shirt and slips it off.
Your eyes trail over the sight of his bare chest, noting every ridge of muscle and mole, watching the way his chest heaves slightly. He’s absolutely beautiful, like a painting you’d find at some stupidly expensive art show.
“You’re beautiful,” you murmur.
Now it’s his turn to blush. His ears and cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, but he brings his lips down to yours before you can tease him for it.
Before you know it, his underwear is off and he’s lining himself up with your entrance. He looks up to you for permission, and you nod at him.
Pressure blooms between your legs as he pushes in, but it isn’t exactly painful. It just feels like something you never knew you needed. Like he was made exactly for you.
You keen, back bowing off the bed and eyebrows knitting together. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and rests his forehead against yours as he finally bottoms out.
You can feel him kissing your g-spot, and he experimentally rolls his hips against yours once. You both groan at the feeling of you tightening around him, and then he pulls out slightly and snaps back in.
You cry out, your nails raking down his back. He hisses slightly at the sting but doesn’t make any moves to stop you. Instead, he begins to rock onto you like his life depends on it. You can feel every ridge of his cock; can feel the way it curves at just the right angle.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gasps, “so perfect. Always knew you would.”
He buries his face into your neck, his hips snapping against yours like his life depends on it.
You feel yourself getting close, but before you can warn him your back is arching and you're finishing against him.
He cries out, his thrusts beginning to turn sloppy. “Fuck, fuck, I’m–” He finishes inside you without another word, painting your insides with his cum.
You both lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. He pulls out of you with a low breath and then reaches over for something at his nightstand to clean you up silently.
You watch him as he does, noting the way he cleans up your thighs with so much care. He doesn’t rush the aftercare process either, he kisses your skin gently and murmurs sweet words against you.
By the time your thighs stop shaking and you actually feel like you can breathe without your chest caving in, he’s laying down beside you and pulling you against his chest.
You lay there for a moment, feeling the way his chest rises and falls against your back. The warmth from his skin.
“Heeseung?” You mumble.
“Hm?”
You blink, a smile curling onto your lips. “I love you.”
He doesn’t even hesitate. “I love you, too.”
And for once, you know that you both mean it.
Your mother used to say that hate was just another word for love. And right now, you know that she was right. Because what you feel for Lee Heeseung used to have everything to do with hate, but now you know it was really just another word for love.
IN WHICH .. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀after developing a tiny crush while on vacation thinking you'd never see him again, you find out he's a sophomore at your college.. and your RA?
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an: hi thanks for 900 what should i do for 1k i need ideas pls 🙃
thinking about… pussydrunk!won & his addiction with being in between your thighs┊custom order 📋
warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ oral fixation ﹕ face riding ﹕ cum eating ﹕ masturbation ﹕ face sitting ﹕ (not proofread !)
order notes: playing re9 and im so close to kms… capcom just throw anything together to make these creatures bro
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who became addicted after his first taste of you. he could never get enough. he loves your sweet moans and the way his name slips from your mouth like a prayer whenever you are about to cum.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who wakes you up with his face between your thighs, chin already drenched in your arousal. he’d hum whenever you were fully awake, already slipping two fingers inside, curling them just right while he devoured you.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who loves when you grip his hair whenever it’s too much. he’d be on his knees at the edge of the bed, desperately fisting his cock every time you tugged his head closer.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who drinks every drop eagerly like a starved man, groaning against your pussy, the vibration shooting through your core.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who literally begs you to sit on his face. the mere sight of you straddling him, grinding your hips down every time you wanted more, drives him insane.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who does it for his own pleasure. he’d lick and kiss your pussy for what felt like hours, making sure you were satisfied, all while he leaked through his sweats.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who likes to pour wine on your breasts, thighs, then right above your pussy. he’d lick up every drop, refusing to waste anything.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who tends to forget to breathe properly while eating you, hooked on the taste. he’d come up for air, breathing ragged, chin glistening with strings of your slick connecting from his mouth before diving back in.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who keeps going even after you cum. he keeps licking you through it, savoring the way your hips twitch—not planning to stop until you’re crying and pushing his head away.
can you please write a jake fanfic with loads of nipple play,
legs on shoulder, missionary style, soft dom jake, submissive reader, sweet lovemaking, and tit/nipple fetish of jake.
𓂃 jakey
𖦹 𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 ꫂ
Jake’s eyes darken with that familiar hunger as he hovers over you on the bed, his hands already sliding under your shirt to cup your full tits. “Fuck, look at these perfect tits,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with want. “Been thinking about them all day, baby. You know how much I love playing with your nipples.”
You arch into his touch, submissive and eager, letting him take control like you always do. He pushes your shirt up and off, exposing your bare chest to the cool air. His mouth descends immediately, tongue flicking over one sensitive nipple before he sucks it deep between his lips. The wet heat makes you moan loudly as he swirls and tugs, his other hand pinching and rolling the opposite peak until both are stiff and aching.
“That’s it, good girl,” Jake praises softly against your skin, switching sides to lavish the other nipple with the same filthy attention. He sucks harder, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to your core, then soothes with slow licks. “These tits are mine to play with. So fucking sensitive for me.” He kneads them roughly, thumbs circling the wet buds while he watches your face twist in pleasure.
Your legs spread wider beneath him as he settles between them, his hard cock pressing against your soaked pussy through his boxers. He grinds slowly, teasing, while his mouth never leaves your chest. Jake sucks one nipple into his mouth again, pulling it taut before releasing with a pop, then blows cool air over the glistening skin. “You get so wet just from this, don’t you?”
He keeps at it for long minutes, alternating between gentle sucking and dirty pinching, rolling your nipples until they’re swollen and throbbing. You whimper and beg with your body, hips bucking up for more. Finally Jake kisses down your stomach, stripping the rest of your clothes away before shedding his own. His thick cock springs free, leaking at the tip as he strokes it once.
“Legs up, baby,” he commands gently, that soft dom tone making you obey instantly. You hook your knees over his broad shoulders as he lines up and pushes into your tight heat in one smooth thrust. Missionary has never felt so deep, your body folded under his as he bottoms out with a groan. “Fuck, so tight around me. Taking me so well.”
Jake starts slow, rolling his hips in deep, loving strokes that make your tits bounce with every thrust. He leans down, capturing a nipple in his mouth again while pounding into you, sucking hard in time with his cock driving home. The position lets him hit that perfect spot inside you over and over, his balls slapping wetly against your ass.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers hotly, switching to the other nipple to bite and tug. His free hand comes up to squeeze and slap the soft flesh lightly, watching it jiggle before he pinches both nipples at once, twisting just enough to make you cry out.
The pleasure builds fast, your walls clenching around his thick length as he fucks you harder but still so sweetly, never losing that caring edge. Sweat slicks your bodies as he grinds deep, legs still draped over his shoulders so he can watch every expression on your face. “Come on, baby. Cum for me while I suck on these pretty nipples.”
He latches onto one again, sucking greedily as his hips snap forward. The combination sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you in waves. You moan his name, pussy gushing around his cock. Jake doesn’t stop, fucking you through it with long, possessive strokes, his own release building.
“Such a good girl,” he growls softly, mouth still busy on your tits. “Gonna fill you up now.” With one final deep thrust, legs pressed tight to his shoulders, he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, flooding your pussy with hot spurts while he gently bites down on your nipple.
He stays inside you afterward, kissing and licking your sensitive peaks softly as you both catch your breath, his hands still worshiping your tits with lazy affection. “Love you like this,” Jake murmurs, voice full of warmth. “All mine to fuck and play with.”
Jake stays buried deep inside your pulsing pussy, his cock still twitching with the last drops of his cum as he lazily circles his tongue around your swollen nipple. You tremble beneath him, legs still draped over his strong shoulders, body soft and submissive in the afterglow.
“Jakey,” you whisper breathlessly, voice sweet and needy. “That felt so good, Jakey. Please don’t stop playing with them.”
His eyes light up with that soft dominant hunger at the pet name, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “Fuck, I love when you call me that, baby. Say it again while I take care of these perfect tits.” He leans down further, sucking one sensitive nipple back into his hot mouth with wet, filthy sounds, tongue flicking rapidly as he starts to rock his hips again. His thick cock, still hard and slick with your mixed juices, slides slowly in and out of your creamy pussy in deep missionary strokes.
“Jakey,” you moan louder, fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer to your chest. “Jakey, please suck harder.”
“Good girl,” he praises against your wet skin, switching to the other nipple and biting down gently before soothing it with long licks. “These tits drive me crazy. So full and sensitive just for me.” He kneads them roughly with both hands, pinching and rolling your peaks while thrusting deeper, the position keeping your legs high so every stroke hits that sweet spot inside you.
Your pussy clenches around him as he builds a steady rhythm, fucking you with loving force. Jake’s mouth never leaves your chest for long, alternating between sucking one nipple deep and tugging the other with his fingers, making them glisten with his spit. “Look how they bounce for me while I fuck you,” he murmurs dirtily, eyes locked on your jiggling tits.
you gasp, arching your back to offer them up more. “I love it when you play with my tits, Jakey. They’re yours.”
He growls softly in approval and hooks your legs tighter over his shoulders, folding you deeper as he pounds harder. The wet slap of his balls against your ass fills the room while he latches onto your right nipple again, sucking with greedy pulls that send sparks straight to your core. His free hand slaps the side of your left tit lightly before squeezing it, thumb flicking the stiff peak rapidly.
“You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” Jake whispers hotly, switching nipples and biting the sensitive bud just enough to make you whimper. “Cum again for Jakey. Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze me while I suck on these pretty nipples.”
The filthy words and intense stimulation push you over the edge fast. You cry out, “Jakey! I’m cumming, Jakey!” as your orgasm rips through you, walls fluttering and gushing around his thick length. He keeps thrusting through it, mouth working your tits relentlessly, sucking and licking until you’re shaking.
Only then does Jake chase his own release, hips snapping forward with deep, possessive strokes. “Fuck, baby. Gonna fill you up again.” With a groan he buries himself to the hilt, cumming hard inside your spasming pussy while his lips stay wrapped around your nipple, tongue swirling softly even as he pulses.
He finally lowers your legs gently, staying buried deep as he collapses over you, still kissing and nuzzling your sensitive tits. “My perfect girl,” he murmurs lovingly.
It’s been a long time since I wrote, so I apologize if it’s bad 😓
‘well, do you like it?’ jake sticks his tongue out,
you slowly raise your fingers to skim against the cold metal, looking up to meet your boyfriends eyes.
you nod cheerfully, ‘yeah! it’s cute’
jake’s—equally as freezing hands—slide up against your warm arms, pushing you down to the bed gradually.
‘then… should we test it out?’
you don’t have time to respond before jake reaches for the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off swiftly.
he meets your eyes with his own, noticing your hesitant nod. he briskly removes your panties, his mouth practically drooling at the sight. the slight touch of his lips onto your hypersensitive clit was enough to make your legs jolt.
jake’s hands reaches up to your inner thighs, spreading them further with his palm. you can’t help but let out a whimper at the chilling metal intertwining with your puffy folds.
‘stay still for me baby, okay?’
you answer him by threading your fingers in between his soft, messy hair—causing him to hum straight into your clit, a gentle moan escaping your throat at the vibrations.
his tongue dips into your entrance before frustratingly moving back up, the tongue piercing adding an extra layer of pleasure overwhelming your senses. the moans spilling out your mouth were uncontrollable now, the heavy dam in your lower stomach threatening to burst at any moment.
as soon as the cold metal and his warm tongue thrusted inside of you, the knot immediately snapped—creaming his mouth.
jake doesn’t stop though, he uses your stickiness to suck harder.
despite your protests, he continues to abuse your sweet spot with his tongue. the sounds leaving your mouth were pathetic, the stiff metal adding even more stimulation — it was just enough for the weak knot break once again.
jake finally releases his mouth off of you, his chin covered in your fluids. he licks his lips lightly before pushing himself up. he bashes his lips onto yours, leftovers of spit and arousal dripping down your throat.
‘i think you really like it’ jake giggles before gliding his hand down to your stomach, clearly not satisfied yet.
kiki’ thoughts: omg first non heeseung post on this acc…. nervous :(((( but uhhh this def not my best but i hope u enjoy anon!! …. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
synopsis✧˖°. when you get dragged to a party by your friends, the last thing you expect is to end up in a closet with jay, your enemy for months. but seven minutes in heaven changes everything, and what starts as a game turns into a night of confessions, passion, and unexpected tenderness. sometimes the person you think you hate is the one you needed all along.
contains✧˖° explicit sexual content ; choking/breath play ; overstimulation ; make out ; rough sex ; "seven minutes in heaven" trope ; aftercare ; fluff ending ; first time together ; party scene ; sunsun & heejake mention ; unprotected sex (cloak the joker before you poke her!) ; fingering ; eating out ; wc: 5.5k ; petnames (doll, princess, pretty) ; i probally missed some... tread lightly
notes✧˖° so i really enjoyed writing smut, so i decided to do a whole story of it, but with jay!! if there are any grammatical errors, i apologize, i kinda rushed this.. if you like my writng, PLEASE send an ask!! its kind of hard for me to come up with a story on my own. anyway, please enjoy the story!!
the music was too loud. that was your first thought as you walked into the crowded living room, some generic pop song thumping through the speakers loud enough to rattle your ribs.
you scanned the room, already regretting letting your friends drag you here. the apartment was packed with people you barely knew, bodies pressed together, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and expensive perfume. someone had opened all the windows but it did nothing to cut the heat, the september night still clinging to the walls.
and then you saw him.
jay was leaned against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand, laughing at something jake said. he looked annoyingly good, black shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, silver chain catching the light. he must've felt you staring because his eyes flicked over, meeting yours across the room.
his smile dropped immediately.
you rolled your eyes, turning away. great. just what you needed tonight.
for months now, you and jay had been circling each other like sharks. it started with petty comments, escalated to full blown arguments at group hangouts, and now you couldn't be in the same room without wanting to strangle him. or something.
the something had become increasingly confusing lately. you'd notice the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the way his hands looked when he was typing on his phone, the way his jaw tightened when he was trying not to lose his temper with you. you'd notice, and then you'd hate yourself for noticing, and then you'd pick a fight to cover it up.
"okay everyone," sunoo called out, climbing onto a chair with the kind of dramatic flair only sunoo could manage. "we're doing spin the bottle. couples and boring people leave now."
the crowd groaned and cheered in equal measure. you should've left. you knew you should've left. nothing good ever came from party games invented by teenagers with too much time and not enough supervision.
but jay was already walking over, that stupid smirk on his face, and you weren't about to let him think he scared you off. you'd rather die than give him that satisfaction.
the circle formed on the carpet, mismatched cushions and discarded jackets creating a rough perimeter. you and jay ended up on opposite sides. perfect. your best friend mina squeezed your hand as she sat beside you, her eyes wide with the kind of delighted horror that meant she was already planning how to tell this story later.
"this is gonna be a disaster," she whispered.
"probably," you whispered back. "sunoo's already drunk. he'll probably forget his own rules in ten minutes."
"that's what i'm afraid of."
you looked around the circle. jungwon was there, looking slightly uncomfortable in the way he always did at parties, like he was calculating the earliest socially acceptable time to leave. riki was on his phone, probably texting his girlfriend. heeseung sat next to jake, their shoulders pressed together in a way that made you wonder if they were finally going to admit what everyone else already knew. sunghoon and sunoo were practically attached at the hip as usual, sunoo's head resting on sunghoon's shoulder, both of them wearing matching smirks like they knew something the rest of you didn't.
"rules," sunoo announced, clapping his hands together. "seven minutes in heaven. no exceptions. no escapees. door stays locked. if you come out early, you forfeit and have to take a shot of whatever mystery liquid jake has in that green bottle."
"it's fermented pickle juice," jake said proudly.
"absolutely not," jungwon muttered.
"what if it lands on someone you hate?" jay asked, looking directly at you with that infuriating eyebrow raise.
sunoo's grin turned wicked. "especially if it lands on someone you hate. that's the best part. the universe is telling you to work out your issues. in a closet. in the dark. alone."
"that's not how the universe works," you said.
"it is tonight," sunoo countered. "bottle is an old wine bottle, scratched and dented, completely unbiased. who's first?"
it started with jungwon. he spun and landed on some girl you didn't know, someone from sunoo's dance class apparently. they disappeared into the closet, came out seven minutes later looking disheveled but satisfied, jungwon avoiding eye contact with everyone.
riki went next. landed on jake. they just talked about soccer the whole time, apparently, though jake came out looking deeply confused about why riki knew so much about bundesliga defensive strategies.
heeseung spun and you watched jake's face carefully, the way he tried to look casual and failed completely. the bottle slowed, slowed... and stopped on sunghoon.
heeseung laughed, jake's shoulder relaxed, and sunghoon just raised an eyebrow. "i have a boyfriend," he said simply, gesturing to sunoo.
"pass," sunoo agreed. "but only because you're cute, heeseung. anyone else and i'd make them sit in the dark and think about what they've done."
then it was your turn.
you reached out, fingers wrapping around the cool glass. you could feel jay's eyes burning into you from across the circle, heavy and intent. don't land on him, you prayed. don't land on him. anyone but him. jungwon again. the wall. literally anyone else.
you spun.
the bottle rotated, catching light, slowing down, passing jungwon, passing riki, passing heeseung and jake...
and stopped on jay.
"oh my god," mina muttered, her grip on your hand tightening to the point of pain.
jay's expression didn't change but something flickered in his eyes, something dark and interested that made your stomach flip. "well," he said, standing up with that infuriating casualness. "let's get this over with."
sunoo was practically vibrating with excitement, his feet doing a little dance on the chair. "closet. now. seven minutes. don't come out early or you forfeit and drink the pickle juice."
you stood on shaky legs. this was fine. this was absolutely fine. you just had to survive seven minutes in a dark closet with your enemy. easy. you'd done harder things. you'd survived finals week. you'd eaten sunoo's cooking. you could handle this.
the closet was small. way too small. it was technically a coat closet but someone had cleared out the coats to make room for... whatever this was. jay stepped in first, leaning against the back wall with his arms crossed, looking bored and put-upon. you followed, pulling the door shut behind you. the darkness was immediate and total, so complete you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
"this is stupid," you said, pressing yourself against the opposite wall.
"agreed," jay said. his voice was closer than you expected, coming from somewhere in the middle of the small space.
you pressed yourself harder against the wall, arms crossed, trying to put as much space between you as possible. you could hear him breathing, slow and steady. smell his cologne, something woody and expensive that made you want to lean closer. the closet was warm, airless, and you could feel your heart starting to race.
"you're being dramatic, y/n," he said after a moment.
"i'm not doing anything."
"you're pressed against the wall like i'm contagious."
"maybe you are."
he laughed. low and soft, closer now. "you're ridiculous, you know that?"
"and you're insufferable."
silence. but it wasn't comfortable silence. it was charged, electric, the kind of silence that hummed against your skin and made the hair on your arms stand up. you could hear every breath he took, every subtle shift of fabric as he moved.
"why do you hate me so much?" he asked. his voice was closer now. when had he moved?
"i don't hate you."
"you sure act like it."
"because you're arrogant and annoying and you think you're better than everyone."
"and you're stubborn and impossible and you never back down from anything."
"someone has to put you in your place."
you could feel him now. the heat of him in the small space, radiating toward you like a furnace. your eyes were adjusting slightly, enough to make out the shape of him, the way he was leaning toward you, the glint of his chain catching some sliver of light from under the door.
"you've been trying to put me in your place for months," he said quietly. "how's that working out for you?"
"terribly."
"maybe you should try a different approach."
"like what?"
he didn't answer. instead, he moved. one hand found your waist, pulling you toward him with a strength that made you gasp, and then his mouth was on yours.
you gasped against his lips, surprised by the softness of them, by the way he kissed like he was starving, like he'd been waiting for this for years. his other hand came up to cup your jaw, angling your head just so, and his tongue slid against yours, demanding and sure.
you melted into it despite yourself. your hands found his chest, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. he tasted like mint and something darker, something that made your head spin.
his hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly, pressing you against the wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist without thinking, feeling him hard against you through his jeans. the friction made you whimper, made you roll your hips seeking more.
his hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, thumbs brushing over your bra. you arched into his touch, already lost in the sensation, in the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch you.
"pretty girl," he whispered, watching your eyes flutter in the dim light. "so pretty and you don't even know it. walking around acting like you hate me when you've been thinking about this too, haven't you?"
"yes," you admitted, the word torn from you.
he groaned, grinding against you with intent. "say it again."
"yes, jay. i've thought about it."
"about what? be specific."
"about you. about this. about you fucking me."
the words seemed to break something in him. he kissed you harder, more desperate, hands tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to make your scalp tingle.
"can't believe i'm finally touching you," he mumbled against your skin. "been driving me crazy. every time you roll your eyes at me, every time you argue, all i can think about is shutting you up with my cock in your mouth."
"jay-"
"you'd like that, wouldn't you? being on your knees for me?"
you nodded frantically, the image making you clench around nothing.
he was rolling his hips against you, creating delicious friction where you needed it most. you were both fully clothed but you'd never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, more seen.
"fuck, y/n," he breathed against your mouth. "i've wanted to do that for so long."
"shut up," you whispered, but you were kissing him again, harder this time, desperate.
his hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly, pressing you against the wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him hard against you through his jeans. the friction made you whimper.
"you're so responsive," he murmured, trailing kisses down your neck. "knew you would be. knew you'd fall apart the second i touched you."
"don't flatter yourself."
he bit your neck, hard enough to mark. "y/n, tell me to stop."
you didn't.
his hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, thumbs brushing over your bra. you arched into his touch, head falling back against the wall. his mouth followed, sucking dark marks into your skin, and you gasped when his hand wrapped around your throat.
he didn't squeeze hard, just enough to hold you there, pinned, his thumb stroking your pulse point. "look at you," he whispered, watching your eyes flutter. "so pretty when you're helpless. want me to choke you properly, princess? want me to cut off your air while i make you come?"
"yes," you breathed, the pressure making your head spin in the best way.
he applied a little more pressure, just enough to make your breath hitch, and grinned against your lips. "such a good girl. taking what i give you. imagine if i had you naked right now, my hand around your throat while i fuck you raw. you'd like that, wouldn't you? being completely under my control?"
you nodded as much as you could, pinned against the wall by his body and his hand.
"can't wait," he growled, grinding harder against you. "can't wait to get you alone and ruin you properly."
and then the door opened.
"time's up!" sunoo sang, sounding far too cheerful.
you both froze. jay's forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breathing ragged against your neck. you untangled yourself from him, straightening your clothes with shaking hands, trying to look normal, trying to remember how to breathe.
sunoo's eyes widened as he took in the scene. jay's swollen lips, your messed up hair, the hickey blooming dark on your neck. "wow," he said, stepping back. "okay then. didn't expect that. carry on."
you pushed past him, face burning. jay followed, and you didn't look at him as you rejoined the circle, but you could feel everyone's eyes on you, curious and knowing.
mina grabbed your hand. "what happened, y/n?"
"nothing," you lied, your voice rough.
she didn't believe you, but she let it go, though her eyes kept darting between you and jay with increasing interest.
the game continued, but you couldn't focus. jake spun and landed on heeseung, and they actually went into the closet. when they came out, jake's shirt was buttoned wrong and heeseung wouldn't meet anyone's eyes, his cheeks flushed pink. sunoo and sunghoon exchanged knowing looks, smug and satisfied.
you tried to focus on the game, on the conversation, on anything but the way your lips still tingled, the way your neck throbbed where he'd bitten you. but every time you looked up, jay was watching you. dark eyes tracking your movements, lingering on your mouth, on the mark he'd left on your neck.
it was disorienting. you'd spent months hating him, or trying to, and now all you could think about was the weight of his hand on your throat, the way he'd looked at you like you were the only thing in the world.
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the party started winding down around two am. people were leaving in groups, calling ubers, stumbling out into the night in various states of disrepair. you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself some water with hands that still weren't quite steady, when you felt him behind you.
"still hate me?" jay asked quietly, close enough that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.
you turned. he was closer than you expected, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at him, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.
"still figuring it out," you admitted.
he smiled. it was different from his usual smirk. softer, more genuine, with a hint of vulnerability that made your chest ache. "can i drive you home?"
"my friends-"
"already left. i saw mina leave with jungwon twenty minutes ago. they looked pretty cozy, actually."
you checked your phone. three texts from mina
great. abandoned by your best friend for a boy. the betrayal.
"fine," you said, setting down your cup. "but if you murder me, i'm haunting you. and i'll be a very annoying ghost."
"fair enough," he said, that soft smile still playing at his lips. "i'd expect nothing less."
his car was nice. black, sleek, smelled like him, that woody cologne filling the enclosed space. you slid into the passenger seat, suddenly nervous now that you were alone with him. the closet had been one thing. adrenaline and darkness and the game. this was real. this was you choosing to be here, choosing him.
he started the engine but didn't pull out immediately. "can i be honest with you?"
"depends."
"i don't actually hate you. i never did. i just... didn't know how to talk to you. so i picked fights instead. it was stupid. i'm stupid."
you stared at him. "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard."
"i know. i'm an idiot."
"yeah," you agreed, but you were smiling. "you are."
he reached over, hand finding your thigh, warm and heavy. "can i take you home? actually take you home? not just drop you off?"
your heart hammered against your ribs. "yes."
the drive was quiet, his hand never leaving your leg. he squeezed occasionally, thumb tracing patterns on your inner thigh, higher and higher, and you shifted in your seat, already wet again just from his touch, from the memory of his mouth on yours.
when you got to your apartment, you led him inside without a word. the moment the door closed, he was on you, pressing you against the wall, his mouth finding yours with a hunger that made your knees weak.
"bedroom," he demanded, his voice rough.
"this way."
he followed, and when you turned to face him in your room, he crowded you against the door immediately. his mouth found yours, hungrier than before, like the closet had just been an appetizer and he was starving for the main course.
"been thinking about you since we got out," he mumbled against your lips, his hands already pulling at your shirt. "couldn't focus on anything else. wanted to drag you back in there. wanted to push you to your knees right there in front of everyone."
"why didn't you?"
"patience," he said, though his hands were anything but patient, pulling at your clothes with desperate urgency. "wanted to do this right. wanted to take my time with you."
he stripped you slowly, worshipfully, murmuring praise with every inch of skin he revealed. "look at you. so fucking beautiful. can't believe i get to see this. can't believe you're letting me."
you pulled at his shirt, wanting him bare too. he let you, helping you undo the buttons, and then his chest was pressed against yours, warm and solid and perfect. he was lean muscle and smooth skin, and you couldn't stop touching him, mapping the planes of his body with greedy hands.
"on the bed," he ordered, his voice dropping lower.
you obeyed, lying back against the pillows. he crawled over you, kissing down your body, lingering at your breasts, sucking your nipples into his mouth until you were arching off the bed, then moving lower, to your stomach, the waistband of your jeans.
"jay-"
"patience," he said again, but there was a smile in his voice, dark and teasing.
he undid your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear. you were bare before him, exposed and vulnerable, and he just looked at you for a long moment, his gaze heavy and reverent.
"perfect," he whispered. "absolutely fucking perfect."
he spread your legs, settling between them, and then his mouth was on you.
you cried out, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight. he was skilled, relentless, licking into you with long strokes that had you writhing, your hips bucking against his mouth. he sucked your clit, flicking it with his tongue, and you gasped his name, over and over like a prayer.
"that's it," he encouraged, looking up at you with dark eyes, his chin wet with you. "let me hear you. want to know what i do to you. want to hear how good i make you feel."
he added a finger, curling it inside you, and you moaned louder, your head falling back against the pillows. he built you up slowly, torturously, bringing you to the edge and then backing off until you were begging, your hands tugging at his hair.
"please, jay, please-"
"please what?"
"let me come. please. i need to come."
he sucked your clit harder, finger moving faster, curling to hit that spot inside you, and you came with a cry, back arching off the bed, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. he rode you through it, gentle now, kissing your thighs, your hip bones, back up to your mouth.
"taste yourself," he said, kissing you deep, and you could, the faint sweetness on his tongue, and it made you shiver, made you want more.
he pulled back, standing to undress fully. you watched, propped up on your elbows, as he revealed himself. lean muscle, defined abs, a trail of hair leading down to where he was hard and heavy against his stomach.
your eyes widened. he was big, thick and long, curved slightly against his stomach, the tip already wet with precome. way bigger than you expected. he caught your expression and smirked, wrapping his hand around himself and giving a slow stroke.
"see something you like?" he teased.
"you're huge," you blurted out, then felt your face heat up.
he laughed, low and pleased. "don't worry, doll. i'll make it fit. gonna stretch you out so good. gonna make you feel every inch."
he climbed back over you, and you felt him against your thigh, heavy and hot. "touch it," he ordered.
you reached between you, fingers wrapping around his length. your hand couldn't close fully around him, and he groaned at the contact, hips bucking into your touch, his eyes falling closed.
"that's it," he encouraged. "feel what you do to me. been hard since the closet. since i first tasted you. since i first saw you tonight in that dress."
he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing against you, teasing. the head of him felt huge against your folds, and you felt a flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation, your body already sensitive from your first orgasm.
"want you so bad," he admitted. "thought about this so many times. fucking you until you can't remember why you hated me. until you can't remember your own name."
"do it," you challenged. "fuck me, jay. i want to feel you."
he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. he was massive, stretching you wide, filling you deeper than anyone had before. you whimpered at the fullness, at the slight burn of being stretched around him, your nails digging into his back.
"fuck," he gritted out, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "so tight. so warm. taking me so well, princess. feel how big i am inside you? feel how perfectly you fit around me?"
he kept pushing until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours. you felt impossibly full, stuffed, his cock hitting places you didn't know could be reached. you could feel your walls fluttering around him, adjusting to his size.
"so deep," you gasped, your voice shaky.
"that's it," he praised, starting to move, slow and deep. "gonna fuck you properly now. gonna make you feel every inch. gonna ruin you for anyone else."
he started moving, dragging out every thrust so you felt every vein, every ridge of him. you wrapped your legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, and he groaned, his control slipping.
"greedy," he accused. "want more of this big cock already? you can take it?"
"yes," you whimpered. "please, jay, give me more. fuck me harder."
he picked up the pace, snapping his hips harder, faster. the sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. with every thrust, he hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur, that made you see stars.
"feel that?" he grunted. "feel how deep i am? gonna ruin this pretty pussy for anyone else. gonna make you addicted to this dick."
"already am," you admitted. "only you. only your big cock, jay."
"that's right. only me. say it again."
"only you. i'm yours. please, don't stop."
he groaned, thrusting harder, losing his rhythm. the bed was hitting the wall, and you didn't care if your neighbors heard, didn't care about anything but the way he was making you feel.
he shifted your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, and suddenly he was even deeper, hitting your cervix with every thrust. the stretch was almost too much, bordering on pain, but it mixed with the pleasure until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"too deep," you gasped, but you were pulling him closer, wanting more, your body greedy and desperate.
"you can take it," he soothed, though his voice was strained. "such a good girl. taking all of me. no one's ever taken me this deep, princess. made for me. this pussy was made for my cock."
he reached between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. the dual sensation was overwhelming, his size filling you completely while his fingers worked you higher, pushing you toward another edge.
"gonna come," you warned. "jay, i'm gonna-"
"come on my cock," he commanded. "come hard, let me feel you squeeze me. milk this big dick, princess. show me how good i make you feel."
you came with a scream, back arching off the bed, your orgasm intensified by the way he filled you completely. your walls clenched around him, rhythmic and tight, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"fuck, that's it. squeezing me so tight. fuck, you're so sensitive now, aren't you? can feel you fluttering around me."
but he didn't stop. he kept thrusting, slower now but still deep, still hitting that spot that made you gasp. you tried to squirm away, oversensitive, but he held your hips firm.
"jay, wait," you gasped. "i can't- it's too much-"
"shh," he soothed, his voice dark and commanding. "i know, princess. i know it's a lot. but you can take it. you're gonna take more for me. gonna make you come again. gonna overstimulate this pretty pussy until you're crying."
he kept moving, his thumb still circling your clit, and you whimpered, the sensation too intense, bordering on painful but somehow still good, still building you up again.
"look at you," he murmured, watching your face. "taking it so well. so sensitive and still taking my cock. such a good girl for me. gonna come again, aren't you? gonna come on my cock even though it's too much?"
you nodded frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. he was relentless, fucking you through the oversensitivity, his cock dragging against your walls, his thumb working your clit with steady pressure.
"come on," he encouraged. "let go, princess. come for me again. i want to feel you. want to feel you squeeze me dry."
you came again with a sob, your second orgasm crashing into you harder than the first, your whole body shaking, your vision going white at the edges. your walls clenched around him, spasming tight, and he cursed, his hips stuttering.
"fuck, fuck, that's it. taking it so well. milking my cock so good. one more, princess. give me one more."
"i can't," you whimpered, shaking your head. "jay, i can't, it's too much-"
"you can," he insisted, his voice firm but gentle. "one more for me. let me feel you come one more time. want to feel you completely wrecked."
he adjusted his angle, hitting a different spot inside you, and you cried out, the sensation overwhelming. he was fucking you slower now, deep and deliberate, making you feel every inch, every pulse of him inside you.
"please," you begged, not sure if you were begging for him to stop or keep going.
"that's it," he praised. "beg me. beg me to let you come."
"please, jay, please let me come. please make me come again."
he thrust harder, his thumb pressing down on your clit, and you came with a scream, your third orgasm ripping through you, your body convulsing, your walls clenching so tight around him that he groaned, his control finally snapping.
he thrust twice more, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt, and then he was coming too, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing, filling you up. you felt every twitch, every pulse of him, the warmth spreading through you.
for a long moment, neither of you moved. he stayed inside you, still half-hard and huge, his weight comforting above you, his breathing ragged against your neck. when he finally pulled out, you felt empty, aching, already missing the stretch of him, your body trembling from the aftershocks.
"shh," he soothed, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips soft and gentle. "i've got you. you're okay. you did so well, princess. took so much for me. so good."
you were still shaking, your body oversensitive and spent, tears sliding down your temples from the intensity of it all. he wiped them away with his thumb, his touch tender now, completely different from the roughness of before.
"stay here," he whispered. "don't move. i'll be right back."
he disappeared into your bathroom, and you heard water running. you lay there, boneless and trembling, your body feeling like it was floating. when he came back, he had a warm washcloth in his hand, gentle and damp.
"open up for me," he said softly, and you let him part your legs, let him clean you up with careful, tender strokes. the cloth was warm, soothing against your sensitive flesh, and you whimpered at the contact, still too sensitive.
"i know," he murmured. "i know, princess. almost done. just want to take care of you. want you clean and comfortable."
he cleaned you thoroughly, gently, his touch reverent. when he was done, he dropped the cloth in your hamper and climbed back onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. you went willingly, curling into his chest, your ear pressed against his heartbeat, which was still racing.
"you okay?" he asked quietly, his hand stroking your hair.
"yeah," you whispered. "that was... intense."
"too intense?" he asked, and you could hear the worry in his voice.
"no," you said quickly, looking up at him. "no, it was perfect. i just... i've never come like that before. multiple times. i didn't know i could."
he smiled, soft and proud. "you were incredible. so responsive. so willing to take more for me. thank you for trusting me."
"thank you for stopping when i really needed it," you said. "for checking in."
"always," he promised. "i'll always take care of you. after, during, always."
he reached down, pulling the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders. you were still naked, pressed against his warm skin, and you felt safe, cared for, completely content in a way you hadn't expected.
"can i stay?" he asked, his voice hesitant in a way you'd never heard from him before. "i mean... i can go if you want. but i'd like to stay. hold you while you sleep."
"stay," you said, curling closer. "please."
he relaxed, his arm tightening around you. "okay. i'll stay."
you lay there in the dark, listening to his breathing slow, feeling his heartbeat steady against your cheek. his hand traced lazy patterns on your back, soothing and rhythmic, and you felt yourself drifting, your body finally giving in to exhaustion.
"hey," he whispered, just as you were about to fall asleep.
"mm?"
"i meant what i said. i don't hate you. i think i might be... really fond of you, actually. in a non-annoying way."
you smiled against his chest. "i'm fond of you too. in a slightly less annoying way."
he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "go to sleep, princess. i've got you."
"you're not going to call me princess forever, are you?"
"probably," he admitted. "you make it easy. so pretty and responsive and mine."
"hm," you murmured, too tired to argue, not really wanting to anyway.
"sleep," he whispered, kissing your hair. "i'll be here when you wake up."
you fell asleep tangled together, his arms around you, your legs intertwined, his heartbeat lulling you under. and for the first time, you didn't mind the idea of morning, didn't mind the idea of waking up next to him, of seeing where this could go.
the last thing you felt before sleep took you completely was his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and his whispered words: "mine. you're mine now."
and you were. completely, irrevocably his. and he was yours. and somehow, in the span of seven minutes in a closet and one night in your bed, everything had changed. the boy you'd hated was now the boy you were falling for, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.
you slept deeply, dreamlessly, safe in his arms, and when morning came, he was still there, watching you with soft eyes, and you knew that this was just the beginning.
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an✧˖°. i lowk wrote this while listening to chaconne, fever, and daydream... please any feedback is welcomed!! good or bad, just be respectful. reblogs are always welcome. PLEASE comment!! i love seeing peoples reactions!
𓊆西村 力 x fem reader𓊇 💌 cheating kinda, dubcon, cowgirl, creampie, twin swap, use of ni-ki and riki
𓆩♡𓆪 hehe. based on this ask 🎄 ! thank u anony and i'm sorry for taking so long t^t i was occupied with sunghoon bday's posts ^^ i hope you enjoy it nonetheless ❤︎
you were half asleep when the mattress dipped behind you. the room was dark, except for the faint city glow slipping through the blinds and the light from the closed bathroom door.
ni-ki was out with his friends—but a familiar pair of arms slid around your waist, warm lips brushing the back of your neck.
you assumed he’s home.
“missed you, baby,” your boyfriend murmured, voice low and a little husky—like he always sounded after a night out drinking… you smiled sleepily into the pillow, still drowsy. what time is it now?
“you’re late, ki…”
he hummed behind you, fingers already slipping under the hem of your (his) oversized shirt. “‘m sorry, baby… got carried away,” he muttered. you arched into him on instinct—he knew exactly where to touch, how to make you melt in seconds.
the way your bodies moved together was effortless.
ni-ki’s mouth found that soft spot below your ear and you sighed, reaching back just enough to thread your fingers through his hair. “hngh—ki… what’re you doing?” you breathed, albeit you knew better.
his hair was soft and freshly washed. you couldn’t see it properly but the blonde highlights really shined under the dim lights.
“mmh? can’t i just want my girlfriend?” he whispered against your skin, lips dragging slow and deliberate, voice dipped in that sleepy–rough tone that always made your knees weak.
his hands slipped under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach before they travelled up your tits, cupping and fondling the soft flesh. he pulled you flush against him like he belonged there. “been thinking about you all day… couldn’t wait till mornin’.”
you melted. the way he said is more cocky and needy tonight… with that laziness and confidence laced beneath his tone—your boyfriend must’ve had more drinks that he intended to tonight. your fingers tightened in his hair without meaning to, tugging just enough to earn a low, satisfied hum from him.
“you’re… clingy tonight,” you managed, voice shaky as his teeth grazed your earlobe.
he laughed, barely a breath. “only for you, baby.”
his hips rolled forward, slow and filthy, positioning his hard on between your ass, grinding against the curve of the flesh. the movement was so him. “mmh… okay… c’mon… ‘m sleepy.” you murmured, already adjusting so ni-ki can press his bulge deeper.
“but i want you to ride me—wanna see my pretty girl’s face…”
the words melted whatever was left of your sleepiness. you made a soft, needy sound in the back of your throat (half protest, half surrender) and shifted, rolling your hips lazily against the thick line of him.
“so demanding,” you whispered, but already moving, pushing up on your knees. the sheets slid down your body as you turned to face him.
moonlight painted silver across his cheekbones, parted lips, messy black–and–blonde strands falling into his pretty shaped eyes. he looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide, chest rising fast under your palms.
ni-ki had a sly grin on his face.
you swung one leg over his hips and settled slowly, letting him feel every inch of you through the thin cotton separating you. his hands flew to your waist like magnets, fingers digging in hard enough to leave little crescent marks.
“fuck—” he hissed, head tipping against the bedrest. “there you go… just like that… move that hips for me, pretty gal,”
you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck and rocketed forward in slow and teasing rhythm. the friction dragged a low groan out of him that vibrated straight through you.
“happy now?” you breathed against his mouth, giggling softly, lips barely brushing.
his answer was a sharp upward thrust that made you gasp, followed by that crooked little smirk you knew too well. “not enough, babe,” he hissed, hands now on your hips to guide you on his clothed cock.
“sit on my cock, c’mon, ride me.” he rasped, instructing. you rolled your eyes playfully but obliged—lifting your hips up just enough for you to push your panties to the side while your boyfriend eagerly pulled his pants and boxers down—all with a boyish grin on his face.
you positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, letting out a small hiss as you slowly sunk down on his cock—the shaft stretching your tight cunt. “ngh—! ki, you—” you gasped, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“h—have you always been this big? mhh!” you moan aloud, his cock now fully engulfed in the warmth of your pussy. ni-ki just smirked and shrugged nonchalantly, hands finding your hips again as he pushed you down further on his cock, the head brushing your cervix.
your back arched, hands tangling around his locks. “oh, oh god,” you moaned out his name as he lifted you off his lap before letting you slam back down on his thick cock. with each pounding thrust, the head nestled against your cervix. “h—hah! ah, hngh—? ki, so rough,”
he moaned as his fingers guided your movements, cock twitching. it dragged against the sensitive tissue of your entrance, your velvety walls clamping around him. “shit, so tight, fuck, wanted this s’bad.” he rasped, balls slapping against the curve of your ass as you rode him.
his cock throbbed deep in your cunt with no remorse. “so good, ki, so good—more, more—you’re so big!” you threw your head back, fingers clawing at his nape. your boyfriend groaned, softened into a whimper. “fuck, let me see yours tits,”
you hooked your fingers beneath your—his—shirt and pulled it over your head, tossing it to the side. your pretty tits bounced each time ni-ki pounded you up—so lewd, so obscene, so lovely—sight for his sore eyes.
“like it—mmh? you too, ki,” you giggled, taking off his shirt for him before he could say anything. you ran your palms down along his toned chest, leaning down to attack his neck, pressing and rubbing your perky nipples against ni-ki’s ones.
the stimulation was crazy—your tight pussy spasmed around him, clamping and squeezing him as he snapped his hips against you—eliciting a small, cute, short, meek moan from your lips. “eek—! ah, hah, ki! ‘m close, ‘m close!” you whined, the wet squelching noise filling up the room.
your boyfriend nodded, groping your ass, digging his nails into flesh—his thrusts turned erratic, rough and deep and desperate. “fuck, me too, cum with me, baby—let me cum inside.” he grunted, slapping your ass.
you moaned aloud—back arching as you nodded. your boyfriend was rougher than usual tonight! and you loved it a lot, he’s so rough and needy, touching you and dirty–talking his way in. “uh huh—creampie me, please, please, please,”
you let out a whimper as you cum on his cock, climax tore through you like an arrow. your boyfriend too—cock twitched as he spurted his cum deep inside, emptying his load and filling you up with his warm semen.
you whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck, chin resting upon his shoulder as your body went limp—tired from the orgasm. your arms looped loosely around his neck, fingers idly stroking the nape of his neck while the aftershocks still fluttered through you.
he was breathing hard, hand sliding up your damp in slow, soothing circles. the other tangled in your hair, keeping you flushed against him.
that’s when it hits you—stronger.
your fingertips brushed raised skin… and then the unmistakable tiny ridge of ink.
a small black crescent.
your heart stopped. ni-ki doesn’t have a tattoo. he’d always sworn he would never, and that needles are for losers like his—
twin brother.
he must’ve felt you stiffen, because his hands got tighter on your hips.
and then the smell hits you—curled into your nose. fresh hair dry, the kind that lingers for days after a salon visit. not two–week–old highlights. dead and adrenaline mixing into something dizzying.
when the moonlight caught the side of his lower back as he shifted beneath you—the crescent tattoo was still there, clearer this time.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: first time writing mommy kink fic, kinda nervous. 😳
๋࣭⭑ jake tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. it had been like this all night and he just couldn't figure out why he couldn't fall asleep. he turned to look at your sleeping face, your arm resting over his chest.
he smiled to himself as he admired your face. you looked so cute and serene. he faced you and moved closer, wrapping his arms around your middle. you felt so warm in his hold, although his brain still wouldn't shut off for the night. he still loved being so close to you though, your scent and presence bringing him comfort.
he had missed you all day and he felt like he had hardly seen you lately. both you and him were busy with work of course, but you were busier and that left him at home, having withdrawals of your closeness. the abandoned comforter lay loosely at your calves, exposing your plush thighs, only wearing panties and his shirt. the scene was so domestic and comforting, he could hardly believe he was viewing it with his own eyes.
he thought you looked so pretty and your skin felt so soft…jake found himself starting to get embarrassingly hard at the inappropriate thoughts trying to enter his wandering mind; you made him so easily aroused.
he shook his head gently as if that would make them go away. he buried his face in the crook of your neck to try and compose himself, but it only made his arousal grow. he felt your steady pulse thump beneath his lips and the smell of your lotion you always put on before bed hit his nose. a content sigh breezed from his mouth as he pecked a kiss to your neck, then to your jaw.
he didn't want to trouble you by waking you up. it was also so pathetic how quickly he had gotten hard from just you sleeping next to him. he kissed your neck more, sweet and light, trying not to wake you but also to satisfy himself, satiate his desire in the still midnight.
began to softly suck on your neck, leaving temporary marks that would fade by the next day. jake loved to kiss and suck on your neck and lose himself, relax his brain. but currently, he couldn't relax. he frowned in your skin as he found himself in a dilemma—to leave it alone or to give in to his desires.
both you and jake had discussed doing sleep stuff and agreed that it was fine. but when you came home that night, you were so exhausted that jake had to help you bathe, which he gladly did most of the time anyway. he felt bad but his cock started to ache with a growing need and lust fogged his brain… as long as he was careful and quiet and didn't disturb you, you should still be able to rest.
a trail of light kisses was left in his wake as he moved down your body, hands cradling your torso, traveling around your sleeping figure. his fingers skimmed under your shirt; over your back, your breasts, your ass. he relished in your closeness. pulling your hips closer as his lips reached just above your panties.
your boyfriend glanced at your resting face while he tugged your panties down your legs. he bit his lip as his fingers brushed over your clit, softly massaging it before he lifted your leg and positioned his head in between your thighs. he placed soft kisses to your clit and kitten licks, trying to be as gentle and light as possible so not to disturb you.
his tongue licked a stripe up from your hole to your clit, suckling on it softly. he felt your dormant thigh twitch, heavy on top his head like an anchor holding him in place.
you weren't even awake, yet it felt like you were squeezing his head with your thighs. he moaned a little too loudly with his lips around your clit still, your thighs continually flinching as he kneaded them gently. he felt enshrouded in you, in the darkness of the night.
jake took notice of you squirming above him, eyebrows furrowed and breathing getting more deep and rough. he groaned as he desperately licked at your hot, now leaking, cunt, your sweet essence coating his tongue and smearing around his mouth.
he lapped at your pussy and the bridge of his nose bumped your clit, each lick making him more needy and addicted to your taste, it was like the sweetest honey to him. he quickened his pace when he noticed how wet you were getting , feeling your syrupy cunt drip more and more around his tongue.
honestly, he wished you were awake—he knows how much you loved watching him eat you out. especially when he looked up at you with his pretty puppy eyes, watching how he made you feel on his mouth.
he felt himself getting painfully harder at the thought and he accidentally whimpered loudly into your pussy, making you faintly whine, your thighs clenching around his head. he pulled away with a smack, your juices making his lips glossy. his chest was heaving and heart thumping as he gazed at your sweet expression, now seemingly frustrated and unsatisfied.
"it's okay, baby. i'll help you feel good." he whispered as he tried his hardest to gently turn you over on your other side so he could spoon you from behind,
and when he thought he was successful, he heard your sleepy rasp and froze, "jakey? what time is it?" you slowly tried to lift your head, searching for jake's face in the dark room.
he shushed you and stroked your arm, kissing your neck. "shhh it's okay, baby. go back to sleep."
you let out a weak laugh, too tired to turn over and face him, "jake, are you seriously hard right now?"
he paused, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. "n-no…well yeah. but i couldn't sleep, baby. i needed you…" god, that sounded so pathetic coming from his mouth. "sorry for waking you up. go back to sleep, okay?" he sighed, feeling flushed and awkward that he had woken you up because of his own selfishness and lust.
"…are you going to do something about it? i want you, jake. please." you whispered, on the brink of sleep but also excited, heart beating in anticipation. he got you all riled up, too roused to fall back asleep. especially with the wetness marinating between your legs. a shiver knocked up his spine as he swallowed thickly, a strained whine following.
with his heart stuttering, he moved up behind you and placed a hand on your thigh, thumb smoothing over he skin. "yeah…yeah, i'll give myself to you. that's what you want right?" after your voice confirmed, he pulled his pants down, his big, thick cock hard against your leg and already leaking so much precum from the tip. a soft whimper broke from his lips as he pushed his cock in between your plush thighs, his other hand firmly holding your waist.
your dripping cunt felt so good sliding over his cock, your slick coating his length and smearing all over the front of your thighs. you moaned as his tip bumped against your clit so good. jake thrusted slowly, focused on the feeling of your thighs stroking his cock so sweetly. he lifted his head to peer over your shoulder, a high-pitched moan leaving him when he saw the tip of his dick appear and disappear in between your legs.
the wet, slippery feeling soon began to burn, making his eyes roll at the delicious friction. he started to speed up his movements, your hushed whimpers riling him up even more. wet noises got more and more louder and prominent as he continued, his hips driving into your soft, sticky thighs.
god, you felt so good… so wet and warm. jake paused when he heard you gasp and felt your back arch, and that's when he realized he had accidentally slipped inside you, just the tip. he moaned as he pushed his twitching cock into you more, shuddering at the sensation of partially being inside of you.
you clenched around his tip, your cunt feeling like it was sucking him in. it made him go nuts, pulling out and rutting his slick tip against your clit again, slick and messy, pulling a string of whines from you from the enhanced stimulation. he gradually plunged back inside you, addicted to the way your cunt drooled and pulsated around his cock.
a broken moan left his mouth as he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. he lifted your leg up from under the knee, reaching deeper inside your velvet walls. a loud ass moan came from him as he pulled out and plunged back into, obsessed with the whiny noises you made and the delicious sight of watching his cock being buried in your sweet cunt. jake slowly started thrusting into you, savoring in the heavenly way your warm wet pussy pulsed around his cock, getting wetter with every plunge.
jake admired your body as the pale moonlight illuminated your smooth skin. he kissed your shoulder that was clothed by his shirt, teeth biting it and pulling at it as he got a whiff of your perfume. the situation was too unbearable for him, he felt so desperate for you despite you being right in his reach.
"faster, puppy. please" you whined and ground your hips back against him, unsatisfied with the painfully slow thrusting. the pet name made his brain glitch, and you were well aware of its effect on him. he lost all composure as he started rutting into you like a desperate needy mutt, rough grunts and whimpers spilling from his lips. the bed creaked with every rough drive into your sopping cunt, strings of loud moans echoing in the room.
your leg dangled in the air as he held it high in the air and began fucking you harder. he panted and whined into your neck, "you feel so good, mommy. mph — i love making my pretty girl feel good." he choked out a sob on your skin while his hips found a pace that left the both of you dizzy. he was so fucked out he didn't even notice that he called you mommy. but you didn't care, it just made your breath catch and tremble as his grip on you tightened.
the position had him hitting the sweetest spot inside of you and you felt a belt of pressure build in your gut, head reeling at the rolls of his hips. you moaned and turned to look at him behind you, his brain utterly disoriented with lust and his face twisted into one of pure pleasure. you would giggle at how cute and focused he looked if he weren't making you feel insane right now.
you took his his chin in your hand, lightly tapping he side of his face with your fingers. he dazedly opened his eyes, glaring at you with a drunken expression, pupils blown wide but flooded with devotion. he just gazed into your eyes, his pace unfaltering but more tender. you brushed his hair back to see his face, flushed and damp with sweat. you scratched beneath his chin gently, "come inside of me, okay baby?"
he let out a sob and lodged his face in your neck, vigorously quickening his pace, making the bed shift and scrape against the floor. "ah~ah okay. wh-whatever you want, mommy. whatever you want, fuck you make me feel so good" the way he sounded so ravaged and fucked out made your pussy quiver around him so good. the feeling of you around him making him arch into you, his hips twitching and hold on your leg waver.
the sound of his skin slapping yours sounded in the room, which began to feel humid and far away with the way jake made you feel surrounded in him. but it couldn't compare to how you made him feel. he was completely gone, ramming his thick cock into you like no tomorrow. nonstop thinking about you and your fluttering saccharine cunt squeezing him so good it stung.
"that's it, yunie. cum for me, cum inside me. that's it, that's it" the sound of your voice hit him like a siren song. he started rutting into you harder and faster, squelching sounds getting louder and seemingly more obscene and filthy than before. you experimentally added, "can you do that for mommy?"
he hyperventilated against your skin and pounded into you at an insanely fast pace as he cried, "yes! yes i'll come inside you, mommy. i'll come for you." he babbled, voice cracking as high pitched whimpers flew from his mouth. "just for you. i'm yours" his thighs trembled as he felt your cunt convulse around him, your orgasm approaching fast.
jake's entire body tremored as he came inside of you, moaning loudly in your ear as you felt hot spurts of his milky cum fill your silky cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shook as he continued his thrusts, overstimulating himself so he could help you cum as well.
your orgasm hit you hard as you creamed all over his dick. your body jerked in his hold, fingers grabbing at his hands that still had that strong, bruising grip on you. he was still cumming inside of you with short spurts. as he slowed his hips, a mixture of your cum and his created a white ring around the base of his cock, gushing out while he pumped into you.
you and jake panted and attempted to come down from the insane high you just had, warm and buzzing from your orgasms in each other's hold. he absentmindedly pressed shaky kisses along your neck and face, his sticky skin hot against yours. you weren't looking at his face, but you could tell that his mind was numb from the strong orgasm.
he faintly whimpered while he slowly pulled his pulsing cock out of you and set your leg down. you sighed at the emptiness, feeling the thick gooey cum spill out of your cunt, soiling the sheets beneath.
outside the sky staretd to lighten and the sound of birds tweeting melded with you sweet sighs of ease and bliss. jake moaned and nuzzled into you, pulling as close as possible to him.
"are you sleepy now, baby?" you softly laughed and lied on your back, jake quickly finding his place on top of you with his face in your chest. feeling his droopy eyelashes flutter on your collarbone, he nodded. "it's almost sunrise now, we'll have to get up pretty soon."
he squeezed your hip firmly "who says we're getting up?" he paused for a moment before lifting his head, his hair tustled and damp and his face exhausted from the intense sex you just had. "wait. did i say... something weird earlier?"
you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, tugging on it and shaking his head. "what do you mean, yunie?"
he quickly shook his head and buried his head into you again. "nevermind. i thought i said something weird…" you could hear the embarrassment in his mumbling, rugged voice.
"what's wrong?" you gently raised his head up by his hair, making him wince as he let you "it looked like you really liked calling me mommy"
a shaky breath left him then a weak moan as you felt his now soft dick twitch on your thigh. "mn fuck… i didn't even realize i said that in the moment." he sheepishly smiled, hoping you would forget he called you that ever "i'm sorry, you just felt so good."
playing with his hair, you cooed in his ear "it's okay, baby. in fact, i really really liked it." you bit your lip and smiled as you watched his expression, his eyes looking up at you from your chest. his pupils dilated a little and you felt his heart skip a beat. "…and i definitely wouldn't mind if you called me that more often."
he kissed the curve of your breast, eyes never leaving you "okay, i will…mommy." despite himself, he smiled and delicately nipped at your skin, leaving faint marks. "sorry for disturbing your sleep. you seemed so tired from work… and i was just being horny."
"it's fine, jakey i got plenty of rest. and we still have some time to sleep… or do something else." his sleepy eyes shot to you, astonished that you would even suggest going for a second round.
trailing kisses on your body, he simply held you tighter and whined. "baby, that felt like three fucking rounds just now and you're not tired?" you shook your head no, reminding him that while he was tossing and turning, you had been deep in dreamland.
he lay on his back, smirking amusedly with his eyes closed. "come sit on my face then, mommy."
💤🌜💫. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: i kinda hate how short this is… and there's some mistakes sigh.
contains: edging, degradation, sub!reader, finger sucking, name calling (slut), fingering, reader has two orgasms, he gets sweeter at the end (mdni)
guys this is so short so i might write a part two
your back arched impossibly off the bed as you turned your head to the side and let your mouth fall open in a silent “o” shape. jake kept rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit relentlessly.
almost immediately after coming down from your high you whined "that's not fair jakey- i told you i wanted to come around your fingers"
you could already feel the tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your hand pushed into his chest.
it wasn't fair.
"so fuckin' ungrateful huh?" he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. you squirmed.
"maybe if you had held off your orgasm like I told you to..." he looked down at where your body was now pathetically arching.
"stay fuckin still" he slammed your hips down.
"babyyy" you whined again as your legs kicked behind him, where they were wrapped around his waist.
"'s not fair."
"y/n, baby, just quiet down. hm? d' you wanna feel good?" he tipped your chin up so you looked at him.
you nodded.
"just be good for me then. can you do that? he tapped his finger on your chin and forced two of them into your mouth
you sucked.
" there. like that "
he pulled them out and brought them down where he nudged them at your entrance.
" you're a fuckin slut. " he pushed them inside and you gasped.
"is this what you wanted?"
"fuck jakey" you moaned breathlessly.
"you gotta be quiet y/n-"
he pulls them out and continues gently massaging your clit.
you arch into his touch and moan, already feeling that knot start to form in your stomach. It’s not your fault when he looks this good above you, his messy hair falling over his eyes.
jake already realizes this by how you're arching into him.
"gonna hold off f' me okay?" he watches you nod absentmindedly as his fingers rub against your clit.
unfortunately, it's game over when he gathers the wetness leaking out of your hole and resumes stubbornly rubbing your clit.
"fuck" the friction is too much and before you can stop yourself your hips grind back against his fingers and you're coming.
his brows furrow in disappointment but he doesn't stop touching you until you're panting and pushing him away.
you immediately whine and cover your face with your hands, half embarrassed, half disappointed.
he guides them away and presses a kiss to your forehead
"so fuckin' dumb for me. hm?" he searches your gaze and you look away, embarrassed.
you had one job.
"it's not my fault" you pout slightly
he tilts your head back towards him.
"oh is it mine?"
you don’t reply and he can tell you're beating yourself up enough, you don't need another punishment.
he lies down and guides you onto his chest, where you settle with a pout.
"'s okay baby. you'll get better at that" his fingers scratch gently at your scalp, making you feel sleepy.
"we'll just do a ton of practice mkay?" he murmurs as he presses a kiss onto your head.
"don't get sulky on me."
"wanted to come around your fingers" you explain, still sporting that subtle pout that tells him you're not over it.
"i know baby but you gotta learn to hold off f' me"
he sighs as he holds you tighter.
"besides… you look really fucking hot when you come like that. all needy and whining like im not giving you enough. you're so cute" his hand comes to rest on your hip and only then do your eyes dart down and notice his massive boner.
*reminder that interactions, asks, reqs are highly appreciated <33
Hewo! Idk if you could do a cute fluff Jungwon picnic date where they w at matching cute clothes and spend the day having fun together. Please!!! Thank you!! 🙏
oh my wonnie 💔
warnings: none!! it's all cutesy heheh
you arrive at his apartment in the morning wearing a soft white sundress with tiny yellow flowers embroidered on the hem. your hair is tied back with a matching yellow ribbon. jungwon opens the door and his eyes light up instantly. he’s wearing a white button-up shirt with the same yellow flower pattern on the collar and pocket, paired with light beige shorts and white sneakers. a matching yellow ribbon is tied around his wrist like a bracelet.
“we look like a couple from a drama,” he says, grinning wide as he pulls you inside for a tight hug. “you’re so pretty, baby. i feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now.”
you giggle and kiss his cheek. “you look adorable, wonie. we match perfectly, see?”
he takes your hand and spins you around once, admiring the way your dress twirls. “perfect. now we can take a thousand pictures and make everyone who sees us gag or die of cuteness.”
after packing the basket he prepared the night before, you head out together on his bicycle. you sit on the back seat, arms wrapped around his waist, cheek resting against his back as he pedals through the sunny streets. the wind feels refreshing, and jungwon keeps glancing back at you with bright eyes, making sure you’re comfortable.
the park is beautiful this time of year — wide green lawns, blooming cherry trees, and a small lake sparkling under the sun. jungwon finds the perfect spot under a big shady tree with a view of the water. he spreads out a checkered blanket while you unpack the food: strawberry sandwiches, kimbap rolls, fresh fruit salad, chocolate cookies, and two bottles of iced peach tea.
“i made everything myself,” he says proudly, puffing his chest a little. “well… except the kimbap. my mom helped with that one. but i did the rest!”
you laugh and lean over to kiss him. “it all looks amazing, baby. thank you.”
you spend the first hour eating and talking. jungwon feeds you bites of fruit, blushing when you return the favor and wipe a bit of chocolate from the corner of his lip. you take lots of pictures — selfies of you two making peace signs, candid shots of him laughing with his eyes crinkled, and one where he’s resting his head on your shoulder while you feed him a strawberry.
after eating, jungwon pulls out a small bluetooth speaker and plays your shared playlist. soft, upbeat songs fill the air as you both lie on the blanket, fingers intertwined. the sun filters through the leaves above, painting pretty patterns on your matching clothes.
“wanna play?” he asks, eyes sparkling with mischief. he brought a frisbee, a small kite, and a deck of cards.
you start with the frisbee. jungwon is surprisingly competitive, running around the grass with his shirt sleeves rolled up, laughing every time you miss and have to chase after it. when you finally catch one mid-air, he cheers loudly and runs over to spin you around in his arms.
“my girlfriend is so talented!” he declares dramatically, making you giggle.
next comes the kite. it takes a few tries and a lot of tangled string, but eventually it soars high in the blue sky. you both hold the string together, jungwon standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist. the gentle breeze makes the kite dance above the lake.
“this is perfect,” he murmurs softly against your ear. “i could stay here with you all day.”
you turn your head and kiss his cheek. “me too.”
when the kite flying makes you both tired, you return to the blanket for card games. jungwon teaches you a new game he learned from his friends, but he keeps losing on purpose just to see you celebrate. every time you win a round, he dramatically falls back onto the blanket, clutching his heart.
“how are you so good at this? i think you’re cheating with your cuteness,” he teases, pulling you down on top of him.
you lie on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat while the sun warms your backs. his fingers play with the yellow ribbon in your hair, occasionally tracing gentle circles on your back. you talk about everything and nothing — your classes, his part-time job at the café, dreams for the future, and silly stories from when you first met.
“remember when i spilled coffee all over your notes on our second date?” he asks, laughing at the memory. “i thought you’d never want to see me again.”
“i knew then you were special,” you reply, smiling. “only someone as sweet as you would offer to rewrite all my notes by hand.”
as the afternoon stretches, you feed the ducks by the lake with some leftover bread. jungwon takes videos of you surrounded by the fluffy birds, captioning one “my girlfriend is a disney princess” before showing it to you. you splash water at him playfully and he chases you across the grass until you both collapse back on the blanket, breathless and happy.
later, you pull out a small sketchbook you brought. while jungwon rests his head in your lap, you draw silly doodles of him with cat ears and his yellow ribbon. he watches you with soft, loving eyes, occasionally reaching up to boop your nose or tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“i love days like this,” he says quietly, voice full of warmth. “just you and me, no stress, matching clothes, good food, and lots of laughter. i wish every day could be a picnic date with you.”
you lean down and kiss him softly, tasting the sweetness of peach tea on his lips. “we’ll make more days like this. i promise.”
as the sun begins to dip lower, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, jungwon packs everything up carefully. he insists on carrying the basket and the blanket while you hold his hand on the walk back to the bike. before leaving the park, he pulls you close for one more photo — both of you smiling brightly in your matching outfits, the golden hour light making everything look magical.
on the bike ride home, you wrap your arms tighter around him and rest your head against his back again. the streets are quieter now, and jungwon hums along to the songs still playing faintly from his pocket speaker.
when you reach his apartment, he doesn’t let you leave right away. instead, he tugs you inside, orders your favorite takeout for dinner, and pulls you onto the couch for cuddles. you’re both a little sun-kissed and tired, still wearing your matching outfits as you snuggle under a blanket.
“best date ever,” he whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips. “i love you so much.”
you smile against his chest, heart full. “i love you too, my cute matching boyfriend.”
jungwon giggles softly and holds you closer, already planning your next adventure together. for now, though, this moment — warm, safe, and overflowing with quiet joy — is more than enough.
"Riki's supposed to be grinding rank but instead he's face-deep between your legs."
pairing: 西村力 × f!reader
cw: pure filth, soft dom riki, creampie, 18+ (mndi)
Wc: around 1.5k
The low hum of his PC fans filled the small dorm room, RGB lights casting soft purple and blue glows across the walls. Riki was slouched in his chair, legs spread, black hoodie half-zipped over a plain white vest that reveals the lean muscle he hid under baggy clothes. His messy black hair fell into his eyes as he stared at the monitor, fingers tapping the mouse absentmindedly.He knew you’d come over straight after your last class.
“Baby,” he muttered without looking up at first. “Gimme a sec, this patch just dropped and the meta’s fucked.”
You didn’t answer with words. Instead you crossed the room, sliding onto his lap sideways, thighs bracketing one of his. The chair creaked under the shift. Riki’s breath hitched, one hand instinctively landing on your waist, fingers pressing into the warm skin where your top rode up.
“Fuck… hi,” he breathed, finally tearing his eyes off the screen. His gaze dragged over you slow, like he still couldn’t believe this was real. You felt the way his cock twitched under you through his sweats, already half-hard just from you sitting on him.
You leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “You’ve been staring at that monitor for hours. Take a break.”
He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah… yeah okay. Just the new champion’s kit is actually insane, the way the passive scales with— shit, nevermind.”His hand tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss his tongue sliding against yours.
His hands moved then, sliding under your top, palms warm and a little rough from all the hours spent on his keyboard. He pushed the fabric up, exposing your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked. You arched into the touch and he took the invitation, mouth latching onto one, sucking slow and wet while his other hand squeezed your ass, pulling you tighter against him. You rocked your hips once, grinding down against the growing bulge in his sweats. Riki groaned into your mouth, the sound low and wrecked. “You’re so fucking hot,Don’t even know how you’re mine.”
You tilted his chin up, forcing his dark eyes to stay locked on yours before you kissed him messily. Riki let out a groan into your mouth when you tugged his sweats down, freeing his cock. It slapped heavy against his stomach, already leaking.
You took his length into your hands, thumbing the wet bead at the tip before smearing it down the shaft. Your fingers curled tight around the base, and you began to slide your hand up, guiding him right up to your face so he could watch exactly what you were doing.
Riki’s head dropped back against the headrest exposing the long, tense line of his throat as you took the entire head straight into your mouth, lips stretching around the thick head to accommodate the thickness,tongue swirling as you sank down. Saliva pooled fast, dripping from the corners of your mouth as you bobbed, taking him deeper each time until he nudged the back of your throat. Tears pricked your eyes but you kept going, hollowing your cheeks, slurping loud and wet around him. Your hand worked what didn’t fit, twisting slick with spit.
Riki cursed his voice shaky from the pleasure you're giving“Fuck… just like that.” You pulled off for a breath, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his cock. You gathered the mess, spitting it back onto his length before diving down again, messier this time. Saliva dripped down your jaw, onto your tits. You poked the head against the inside of your cheek, letting it bulge visibly before slurping it back in, tongue pressing along the underside.
Riki's watching every second, hips twitching like he was fighting not to thrust. You kissed along his hip bone, leaving a glossy print of your lips, then took him deep again, gagging softly spit running everywhere. When you pulled back to breathe you spit on his dick once more, smearing it with your hand, stroking fast and sloppy while your tongue flicked the tip.
“Shit— I’m gonna get your lip mark tatted right here,” Riki rasped, thumb brushing the wet spot you left on his hip. His voice cracked a little. “Right where you just kissed. Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me."
He dropped his head back against the chair, his mind completely short-circuiting as you kept your mouth wrapped tight around him. He started mumbling nonsence ,his voice strained and desperate, "shit, baby, slow down or I’m gonna cum already." You didn’t slow you took him deeper crying pretty tears that mixed with the drool, slurping and spitting and playing with his cock. Riki’s hand eventually tangled in your hair, just holding on while his thighs tensed.
The chair wasn’t built for this,So he pulled you off gently before he lost it, breathing hard.“C’mere.” He stood, lifting you onto the bed in one smooth motion. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
"I saw you walking past the library earlier," he rasped, forehead resting against your collarbone for a second before he kissed down to your shoulder. "Wanted to just grab you and bring you back here right then." His hands slid to your waist, fingers undoing your jeans and tugging them down along with your panties in one go. The cool air hit your skin and you shivered.
He sat back on his knees for a second, just looking, eyes dark behind his glasses. “So wet already… that’s insane.” Two fingers dragged through your folds, spreading the slick, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips jerk. He pushed one finger in, then two, curling them just right while his thumb kept rubbing lazy circles. wet heat of you swallowing him to the knuckles as he started a slow, rhythmic pump. He angled his hand, curling his fingers upward to hook against your sweet spot, making you gasp as his thumb kept grinding lazy, heavy circles against your clit.
Before you could even process the stretch of his fingers, Riki leaned down, burying his face between your thighs. He parted you with his free hand and ran his tongue over you giving you two slow, incredibly wet, sliding swipes right over your clit. You arched completely off the mattress, a breathy sob catching in your throat from the sudden contrast of his hot tongue.
With a low, guttural groan, Riki pulled his fingers out, dripping with your fluids. He sat back up and brought his hand to his mouth, slowly licking his fingers clean with a heavy scrape of his tongue, his dark eyes locked onto yours the entire time before he finally lined himself up.
He pushed in slow, his jaw clenching as he stretched you open. His eyes never left yours, wide and dark behind his glasses, tracking every twitch of your face. "Fuck, you're so warm baby, so sexy," he breathed, his voice cracking a little under the tension. He sank all the way in and just stopped, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against yours while you took a trembling breath to adjust. When his hips finally gave a slow, lazy tilt grinding his pelvis hard against your clit it dragged a ragged gasp straight out of your throat.
Then he started moving. Deep, steady thrusts that made the bed creak. Not fast at first he liked to drag it out, make you feel every single slide of his cock. One hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh, spreading you wider. The angle let him hit that spot inside you perfectly.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Taking me so well. My pretty girl. I can't believe you're mine, hah” then his pace picked up , the friction turning fast and messy as he drove into you, cutting off your breath with every hard shove. Riki leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck and biting down on the sensitive skin just below your jaw. He sucked a dark, bruised mark there, his thumb tracing the spot like a proud little bitch.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. Riki cursed under his breath, shifting to hook one of your legs higher. The new angle made everything sharper. His cock dragged against that perfect spot with every thrust and his pubic bone ground against your clit.
“Fuck— you’re squeezing me so good. Gonna make me lose it.” The ramble slipped out again between thrusts. “The way your pussy flutters… it’s like that one boss fight in Elden Ring, the timing window is so tight—shit, baby, I’m close already.”
You were close, heat coiling tight in your belly. He could feel it, the way you clenched around him. Riki reached between you, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing firm circles while he fucked you harder. “Come on, cum for me. Wanna feel it.”
It hit you fast, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking as you came around his cock. Riki groaned loud, hips stuttering but keeping the rhythm through it, drawing it out until you were gasping. Only then did he let himself go, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken moan, hips grinding through the pulses.
He didn’t pull out right away. Just collapsed half on top of you, cock still twitching inside, warm cum leaking out around him. His face pressed into your neck, breathing hard. “Love you… so much. Don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
You ran your fingers through his messy hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. He hummed, content, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone.
After a minute he finally slipped out, rolling to the side and pulling you against his chest. Cum dripped down your thigh in warm spills. Riki pulled his comforter draping it over you both keeping his arms wrapped tight around your waist.
“Stay the night?” he asked softly, already sounding half-asleep. “We can watch that new episode… or just nap. Whatever you want.”
You nodded against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
He pressed one last kiss to your temple, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “love u my angel” he whispered, almost to himself. Then his breathing evened out, warm and steady against your skin.The PC fans kept humming in the background, RGB lights still pulsing soft colors across the room.
a lot of people have been requesting ni-ki twt links so here they are!! pls look at the warning below and proceed with caution. also used riki instead of ni-ki incase people actually care abt that (hope you don’t).. there’s ur warning lol!!!
cw: links contain real porn, please watch with caution. mixes of soft and hard kinks <3
❀࿐ NISHIMURA RIKI LINKS
𖦹 riki loves fucking older women just because he can show them that he may be younger and have less experience but his dick is big and he knows how to use it and use you.
𖦹 riki loves loves loves tying you up. the thrill he gets from seeing you struggle while he’s fucking you. bonus if you have a blindfold on because it makes you more sensitive when he touches and sucks on your nipples.
𖦹 when riki gets tired nobody knows why but he immediately gets horny. like riding him til he cums is mandatory before he goes to sleep, or else he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and not go back to sleep (which isn’t good).
𖦹 engene have been trying to figure out rikis pre-show ritual for the longest time. to bad only you know what it is. how he his face in your ass while the others are practicing choreo.
𖦹 riki using his long fingers to stretch you before you take him because he knows he’s big and he won’t ever shut up about it. all cocky and annoying. he just has to mention how cute you long split open in front of him, ass and pussy out for only him.
𖦹 making out with riki is literally the best thing ever. he always knows how to make you cum off kissing alone. grinding on his all while his hands are at the back of your neck, pushing you more and more into the kiss, until it gets super deep.
𖦹 when riki eats you out he almost immediately gets pussy drunk. not able to hold in his deep moans, because you just taste so good on his tongue. trying to hurry and get you to cum so he can lick you clean.
𖦹 riki 100% has a breeding kink and you don’t know how you never noticed. can’t even mention the thought of MAYBE having a kid with him in the future because he’s immediately on top of you asking how many times you want him to cum inside and make your supposed dreams come true.
