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(이 희승)― bf!heeseung 𝔁 f!reader

◟♯ . / heeseung and you are having an intimate moment but you’re interrupted by a “surprise” . ! (requested)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI), slight comedy 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : p in v, riding 𝐰𝐜 : 0.3k

You move above Heeseung on the couch. His hands grip your hips, guiding your rhythm as you ride him, your bodies moving together in the intimate space you thought was private. The couch cushions sink beneath your weight, creating a perfect rhythm as Heeseung's breath catches, his eyes locked on yours.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice husky as you lean forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

The apartment door clicks open unexpectedly.

"Surprise ! We brought tiramisu !" Jay's voice echoes through the entryway.

You freeze mid-motion, eyes widening in horror as you hear footsteps approaching. Sunghoon follows close behind Jay, both of them rounding the corner just as you're desperately trying to scramble off Heeseung.

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, fumbling for the throw blanket nearby as Heeseung struggles to pull up his jeans.

Jay and Sunghoon stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide with surprise before identical grins spread across their faces.

"Well, well, well," Jay says, crossing his arms with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Looks like we're interrupting something."

Sunghoon chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. "Didn't realize you two were having a private party. Should we come back later?"

Your face burns with embarrassment as you finally manage to cover yourself with the blanket, sinking into the couch cushions beside a flustered Heeseung.

"We didn't...you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow," Heeseung stammers, running a hand through his messy hair.

Jay grins, setting the tiramisu on the coffee table. "Clearly. But hey, at least you're getting along well. Should we give you two some privacy to finish?"

"Jay!" you protest, hiding your face in your hands.

Sunghoon smirks. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about your...couch activities. But we're definitely keeping the tiramisu in hostage until you're done."

Heeseung sighs, wrapping an arm around you. "Just give us five minutes."

"Take your time," Jay winks. "We'll be in the kitchen. Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

As they walk away laughing, you bury your face in Heeseung's shoulder, mortified but unable to suppress a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

[yeonzzzn]

🖤won’t give up on us: sim jaeyun

part three of the off limits trilogy

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 17.1k

synopsis: your relationship with jake has been better than ever. almost two years have passed since moving in with your brother, heeseung, sunghoon and jake, what’s even better is everyone finally graduated college. but with the new freedom of your adult life, other challenges make their way into your relationship.

genre: established relationship, older brother’s best friend!au, smut, fluff

warnings: swearing, multiple unprotective sex scenes, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, alcohol, masturbating, some tags will be hidden due to not spoiling the story, MINORS DNI. lmk if I missed anything ♡

✰ this is part three to this trilogy, please see part one and two under the title before reading this one. ✰

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In the blink of an eye, almost two years have flown by. 

Your relationship with Jake was now stronger, harder to penetrate or break. You still had fights, but never again like what happened when you broke up. 

You, yourself even felt stronger coming out of that dark place you were in. Shaping a better heart that you were able to hand to Jake. And he did the same for you. 

Everything on campus was different now. You and Jake both had eyes on you, yes. But Stella and her bitch squad never once spoke to you or even Jake again. You’ve walked past them on campus, she’ll give you a dirty look and you’ll respond with your middle finger. 

Jake even came around with Shotaro, getting to know him better, and to his surprise, was trying to hang out with him more than you. 

But one by one, everyone finally graduated college, leaving your graduation in two weeks. 

Except you didn’t think you’d make it to graduation. 

You lay on the couch in the living room, coughing up your lungs and sweat rolling down every inch of your body. How could you have gotten sick two weeks before graduation? 

“I’m actually going to die,” you mumbled. 

Your brother sat on the floor beside your head, dabbing a cool wet washcloth on your forehead, a mask covering his face. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, he responded, “You have a terrible case of the flu, you aren’t dying.” 

The three stooges stood at the end of the couch, masks also on their faces as they watched Jay take care of you. 

“Doctor said you’ll be better next week, ya?” Jake said, reaching down and massaging your legs through the blanket covering your body, “Just continue taking your meds and you’ll be better soon.” 

You knew they were all right, but you chose to be dramatic anyway, “I’m dying!” 

Jay covered your face with the cool washcloth, “Shut up, Stinks.” 

Usually, you’d fight him on the nickname, but right now all you wanted was rest. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon took every opportunity to tease you. Heeseung would walk into the living room with a can of Febreze, spraying it as he walked past you to get to the kitchen. Sunghoon would walk by holding his index fingers into an X. You’d just respond either with your middle finger in the air or sitting up and fake coughing at them, making the boys scramble away in a hurried fashion. 

But as they all said you recovered just in time to finish up the rest of your classes for the semester and walk the stage to get your diploma. 

Jake has never looked more proud in his life watching as you crossed that stage and officially started the next chapter in your life. He had actual tears streaming down his face. 

Jay was even worse of a mess. Has snot rolling out his nose and ugly crying and everything. 

“Jongseong,” you snorted at seeing the state your older brother was in, embracing him into a tight hug as he continued to cry into your shoulder. 

“You’re all grown up, I can’t believe it. I remember when you were just a baby,” 

Your father forced Jay off you, so he and your mother could also embrace you in a hug. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon were next in line for a hug, and then there was Jake for last. 

You stared into his eyes, smiling so wide as he pulled you into a kiss, “I am so proud of you, my love.” 

“It’s all because of you,” which is true. If it weren’t for Jake or even your brother, you wouldn’t have moved in with them and graduated with their help. You were thankful for all four boys. 

Shotaro even made his way through the crowd to pull you into a hug, “You killed it, princess!” 

At one point, your eyes would drift off to Jake to see him cringe at the nickname Shotaro has given you, but over the last few years, it doesn’t bother him, Jake just stands there with his puppy dog eyes and smile, joining the hug with you and your best friend, “She did! Didn’t she!!” Jake said, nuzzling his head between you and Shotaro, “Our girl did so well!!” 

You blushed at all the compliments and love you were getting, you’d be a liar if you said you hated it all. 

Jay threw a party for you that night. Granted it was just the five of you, along with Taro and Sunghcan, but it still felt great to be surrounded by the people you loved the most. 

Everyone sat in the kitchen and living room, talking and drinking away. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to him. His eyes traced down the side of your face and down to his necklace that even after all these years still stayed wrapped around your neck. His eyes moved down to your breasts and the way they peeked out over the drop of the dress you wore for your graduation. 

Jake felt his pants tighten, his mind wandering to the thoughts of your tits in his hands, tongue shoved down your throat and dick pushing in and out of you. His hand gripped the beer can, biting his lower lip. 

Normally, Jake would wait to dick you down once company has left, but since everyone is drunk and in no way going home tonight…

Fuck it. 

“Hey,” he whispered in your ear so seductively that it sent chills down your spine. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was Jake wanted. With the way his lips brushed your ear and hand tightened at your waist. It made you soaked on the spot. 

You leaned into him, “Hmm?” 

He softly chuckled, “You look so sexy right now,” 

Your eyes wander around to your brother and then your friends, seeing them all too interested in whatever card game some of them were playing at the table and whatever game the rest were playing on the Nintendo Switch. No one would even realize you’d two be gone. The music was playing loud enough in the apartment that they wouldn’t be able to hear anything anyway. They were too drunk to realize anything really. 

You shifted, pressing your body to his, feeling his cock hard against your stomach, your breast pressing to his chest, making him hiss, mouth practically drooling over you. 

“Keep acting up and I’ll press that pretty face of yours into the pillows in our bed.” 

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a quick kiss, “What else would you do to me? Hmm?” 

Jake’s head was spinning. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. The way he’d do them. Fuck. 

He took the beer can from your hands, setting it down on the counter beside his, lips touching your ear again, “I’d have you screaming my name while I fuck that sweet cunt of yours until I’m spilling into you.” 

It’s all you had to hear before taking his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom, Jake closing and locking the door behind you. 

You didn’t even have time to turn around, have time to kiss him let alone touch him. Jake threw you into the bed face first, one hand on the back of your neck and he pushed your face deeper into your pillows. 

Your pussy was clenching already, feeling your slit pooling in your panties. Hands gripping the bedsheets. You turned your head slightly, looking Jake in the eyes, seeing nothing but desperation behind them, so lust-filled. 

Jake’s cock was twitching against his pants, so angry and begging to be set free. With his free hand, he lifted your hips up higher, arching your back. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered, sliding his hand from your neck down your back and resting at your hips with his other hand, “Don’t move pretty, be a good girl for me, ya?” 

You nodded, biting your lips. You wanted to beg him, wanting to feel his hands everywhere and his dick deep inside you. But with the way he was right now, you knew Jake would either take his time and enjoy the way you were in front of him, or get right to fucking into you. 

Jake lifted your dress up and over your ass, bunching it at your hips, releasing a hiss, “Fuck YN,” he groaned, seeing how soaked your panties already were, “Want my cock that badly?” 

You nodded again, “Jakey please,” you wiggled your hips, Jake’s hands immediately gripping your ass and squeezing tightly. 

“I said don’t move,” he growled. 

You stayed still, listening to the sound of his shirt, jeans, and boxers hitting the floor. Jake glances down at his angry cock, pulsing and red. His precum dripped down the side of the tip, aching to find its home inside your pussy. 

He pulled your panties down, letting out a “Fuck,” at seeing your juices creating a string connecting to your paints, “You’re so fucking wet for me baby,” He lifted your legs one by one to pull the laced fabric off you, flinging it somewhere into the abyss of the room, then rolling your dress completely off your body, shoving your face back into the pillows. 

Seeing you this wet drove him insane. Watching your cunt clench around nothing, waiting so patiently for him to fill you up. 

Jake shoved two fingers inside you, ears ringing from the pleasured moans that left your mouth, scooping your wetness from you and bringing it down to his cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. Jake suppressed the moan he wanted to let out as he pumped himself a couple of times, then adjusted himself up to your pussy, wasting no more time and shoving inside. 

Your jaw went slack as he filled you up, his hand pushing your face even further into the pillows, the fabric now in your mouth. 

Jake fucked into you hard, his hips snapping back and forth as if his life depended on it. Fingers gripping your hips tightly, surely to leave bruises in the morning. 

“Fuck, baby,” he finally moaned out, “You feel so fucking good. Fuck,” 

You were screaming into the pillows from the pleasure, chanting his name with each thrust. Your head was spinning, seeing stars. 

“You know how proud I am of you baby?” he said, fingers now wrapping in your hair, pulling you up, his chest now pressed to your back, “You’re the smartest person I know. So proud. You deserve this dick, don’t you baby?” 

You nodded, “Fuck yes Jaeyun and you’re being such a good boy giving it to me like this.” 

Jake fucked into you harder, “Yeah? I’m your good boy huh? Dicking you down so hard and fast, being so good taking me like this.” 

You reached up behind you, hands finding their way into Jake’s hair and pulling, “Fuck baby,” he practically screamed, “I’m going cum so hard if you keep it up,” 

And you did, tangling your fingers even more into his hair as you pulled with all your might, Jake’s thrusts getting sloppier. 

“No way I’m cumming before you,” he growled into your ear, his hand at your hip sliding between your legs, fastly circling his fingers on your clit, “Cum for me first baby, then I’ll breed this sweet cunt.” 

You moaned out his name, pulling even harder at his hair. 

You and Jake were filled with so much pleasure, both growing more sensitive at each other's touches. It took everything in Jake to not cum right here right now, using every bit of willpower he had to hold back from painting your walls with his seed. 

But Jake couldn’t hold on much longer, his will slipping. But you beat him to it, your climax rushing you so fast as you came around his dick, “Oh fuck,” he moaned, “M’cumming baby, going to breed you, fuck, fuck. Cumming, I’m cumming.” 

His hot cum filled you, his hips snapping into place against your ass, hands pulling you down onto him, making sure every ounce of cum spilled into you. 

Both your bodies shaking, Jake laid you down on the bed, his body gently laying on top of you, dick still inside. 

He rubbed his thumb against your jaw, placing soft kisses on your neck, “I love you. Fuck I love you so much.” 

You tilted your head, catching his lips with yours, “I love you so much too my sweet, sweet Jake.” 

—

You leaned your elbows to the table, fingers rubbing your temples. The room felt like it was spinning and that you were about to puke up your lunch and coffee that Shotaro just bought you. 

“YN? Princess?” he called you by your nickname, snapping his fingers in front of your face until you looked up at him, “Everything okay?” 

You just shook your head, “I feel like death.” 

Taro leaned back into his chair, taking a sip of his coffee, “You look like death too.” 

You roll your eyes, “Jeez, thanks Taro.” 

Shotaro just chuckled, the jazz music playing in the background of the coffee shop you frequent was soothing and relaxing. How could you feel like shit when this amazing music is filling your ears? 

You dropped your face into your palms, “I can’t really be getting sick again.” 

Shotaro started thinking, “Didn’t you have the flu last time?” you nodded, “Did you change out your toothbrush and get more toothpaste? Did Jake change out all that as well? What about Hee, Hoon, and Jay?” 

That was way too many questions for your brain to process, but you continued to nod anyway, “Yes to all that. Jay made sure everyone changed out everything and washed every blanket and sheets in the apartment.” 

“Do all five of you really just share food and drinks like that?” 

You shrug, “I’m siblings with one, grew up with them all and dating one of them, and been living with them for almost two years. I don’t think there is such a thing as not sharing in that apartment.” 

Taro just nodded, “And I know they didn’t get sick after you did.” 

You just nod again, too winded to even speak. 

Shotaro just kept running through everything in his head, the people who’ve been sick after or before you were before graduation. Hell, even Shotaro changed out toothbrush and toothpaste after he found out you had the flu. He wasn’t taking chances and you’ve eaten after each other a couple of times. 

But the more Taro tried to wrap his mind around it the more it hurt his brain, his own headache forming. The only thing he can see how you got sick is from passing some random stranger who was sick or…

Wait. 

“When was the last time you had sex with Jake?” 

You glance up at your best friend, narrowing your eyes, “You need to be more specific, we have sex all the time.” 

Taro bit down every ounce of nerves he had and begged you with his eyes to forgive the questions he was about to ask, “I mean, when was the last time he…you know…” 

You raised a brow, “Every time? I am on the pill,” you just stared at your best friend, “Taro what are you getting at?” 

He started playing the timeline in his head, from the moment you got sick with the flu, to graduation, and to now. If what he’s thinking is true…then. 

“It’s been about, what? six-seven weeks since you’ve graduated?” You nod, “Did you and Jake have sex that night?” 

You nod again but this time more confused and getting kinda angry that Shotaro was putting his nose into your sex life, “Taro, what does my sex life with Jake have any—“ 

And then it hit you. 

“It would make sense…” Taro whispered.

“But it can’t be?” you pull your hair back out of your face, eyes glued to your iced coffee on the table, watching as the ice floated more to the top. 

“YN, last question,” he took a deep breath, “What medication did they put you on for the flu? And does it affect taking birth control?” 

You just stared up at him. Every piece of the puzzle falls into place. 

The medication the doctors gave you to treat your flu would have countered your birth control pill, and since you were sick and obviously not having sex you skipped the pills until you took the last bit of medicine to treat the flu before taking them again. And the last day of your medicine for the flu was…two days after you graduated. 

Your eyes widened, “Holy shit.”

Shotaro sighed, “Yeah, holy shit,” and took another sip of his coffee, “You could be pregnant.” 

—

Jake sat at his work desk, eyes reading over the article on the new software his company was planning on launching within the next couple of months. His boss leaves Jake to take on the project alone to fix all the major issues with it. 

He leans back into his chair, thumbs rubbing over his eyes from staring at the computer screen for too long. 

Why did he choose software development out of everything he could have when it came to his major? Guess it’s too late now to change it. 

Jake can’t complain though, he makes BANK and the job comes so easy to him too. Plus he works the typical nine-five Monday-Thursday having Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off to do whatever he wants. Plus his co-workers and boss are great people. He has it made here. 

Jake’s mind gets taken off the article by his phone vibrating in multiple texts. 

Jay: did you piss off my sister?  Jay: because she just busted down the apartment door before storming off into your bedroom, paced around for like ten minutes before leaving the apartment again. 

Jake sighed, rubbing his eyes again. 

Jake: not that I know of… Jake: I haven’t spoken to her since this morning when I left for work. She was supposed to be with Taro today Jay: She just came back, seemed calmer this time tho. She has a grocery bag, guess she needed snacks?

Jake tossed his phone onto the desk, going back to the article. As much as he loves you and his best friend, whatever attitude problem you have right now, Jay could deal with or he would deal with when he gets back home. Jake tried to think of anything he could have done to upset you, but not thinking of a single thing. 

Jay: she’s pacing again.  Jay: well now she locked herself up in the bathroom.  Jake: dude, she’s your little sister. deal with it? Jay: your girlfriend tho buddy. you deal with it.  Jake: …I am working.  Jay: I’ve never seen her act like this before. something is wrong. 

Jake looked at the time, he was off in an hour. He texted Jay back saying he’ll talk to you once he’s home and left it at that. Jake had half a mind to call Shotaro and bug him about what happened. You seemed fine earlier besides a small headache. 

The clock ticked and chimed once it hit four o’clock, Jake jumped from his seat after shutting his PC down and practically skipping out of the building. 

He couldn’t make it home fast enough, his mind was only on you and if you were okay. He called Jay the minute he got off work for an update and he said you were still locked up in the bathroom. Jake was worried. 

He made his way up the steps to the apartment, fumbling around with his keys to unlock the door. Jay sat in the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, a horror movie on the TV. 

“Is she still in the bathroom?” Jake mouthed to his friend, earning a nod from him. 

Jake walked up to the door, knocking softly, “Baby?” he called for you, trying to turn the knob to find it locked, “YN, sweetheart, baby what’s wrong? Unlock the door please.” 

After a sigh on the other side, you unlock the door and slightly open it and pull him in, then shut the door behind him. 

Jake’s hands were on you immediately, checking if you had a fever, runny nose, everything. 

“Hey,” he whispered, cupping your face with his hands at the look of shock, “What happened?” 

The first thing he assumed was Shotaro fucked up somehow. A pity really if that’s the case, Jake was just starting to like him. 

You look up at your boyfriend, debating where to start. 

“Remember when I got sick with the flu?” 

Jake nodded, rubbing his thumbs against your jawline, “How could I forget? Your brother went all clean freak on us and made us wash everything and replace everything.” 

“Do you remember the medication I was on?” 

Jake thought for a second, then nodded, “Yeah? Baby that was weeks ago.” 

“I had to stop taking my birth control because of it…” 

Jake looked at you in confusion, “I know? It would have canceled it out anyway. YN, stop beating around the bush, what happened?” 

Your eyes dart to the sink and Jake follows your gaze seeing the grocery bag, and five boxes of pregnancy tests sitting around the counter. 

Jake looked at the boxes, then back at you, then back at the boxes, “I’m confused?” 

You roll your eyes, “Jake, I was off my birth control for the entire time I took my flu medication. And didn’t get back on it until the last pill of the medicine was gone, which was two days after graduation.” 

He just raises a brow at you, waiting for you to continue. 

“We had sex the night I graduated when I was still off my birth control.” 

Those words. Those exact words were all it took for Jake to swallow and feel how dry his throat had become. 

“Are you sure?” 

You looked back down to the boxes, “I pissed on every single stick in those boxes, and every single one of them came back positive.” 

You had to be honest, you were scared to tell Jake. The two of you have always been so careful when it comes to sex. Always have condoms on standby just in case. You always made sure to take your birth control pill on time every single day. And well shit, you both even still carried around Plan B’s as a backup. 

Jake was shaking and his heart was racing, “You’re pregnant?” you nod, waiting for him to get upset. Waiting for him to sink down onto the floor and laugh it off that you’re lying, to call your bluff. But he didn’t, his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curled, “I’m going to be a daddy?” 

You nodded again, your lips also moving into a smile, “You’re going to be a daddy, Jake.” 

He couldn’t stop the smile that grew. Like wow, you’re pregnant? He’s going to be a father? You’re going to be a mother? Jake will get to raise a baby with you. Get to grow this little family even more. 

Jake pulled you into a kiss, arms wrapping tightly around you, “I love you so much,” he whispered between kisses, “I can’t believe it.” 

“Well you better believe it,” you kissed him again, “And I love you so much too.”

Jake sank down to his knees, placing his hands on your waist and kissing all over your tummy, “I am so happy right now.” 

Before you could respond, the bathroom door opened, “Hey I heard laughing, is everything okay now?” 

You stared wide eyed at your brother as he looked down at Jake on his knees. You could see the gears turning in your brother's brain, thinking he walked into a sexual act about to happen. 

He turned to leave, opening his mouth to make a smart retort when he saw the boxes in the sink. Jay looked at every single one before going back to you, down at Jake, back to the boxes…then the light bulb lit up above his head, face now tensed as he looked at you, then at Jake again. Jake awkwardly smiled up at your brother. 

“You got to be fucking joking.” was all your brother said. 

—

You and Jake sat on the couch, arms crossed as you both stared up at your brother pacing back and forth in the living room. 

“You’re going to cause a draft,” Jake finally said, trying hard to not laugh, but stopping his smile when Jay stopped pacing and looked at him. 

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this,” Jay said, rubbing his temples as if he had the worst headache. 

You stare down at the boxes that now sit on the coffee table. Jay looked at every single piss stick in those boxes more than five times each as if the answer on it would change. You found it funny, hilarious even. Jay was acting as if he were the one growing a human life. 

Jake sat forward, narrowing his eyes in confusion, “Brother what is there to wrap your head around? She’s pregnant.” 

Jay slid his hands down his face, the stress showing on his face as he glared at your boyfriend, your happy mood faltered. You could read him like a book, “Jay, what’s really going on?”

Your brother let out a sigh before dropping his hands at his side, “I’m going to be an uncle?” he chuckled, his hands finding their way back to his face and then in his hair, “Like wow, my baby sister is pregnant with my best friend. I’m going to be an uncle…” Jay repeated those words a few more times before the worried look turned into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him make, “I’m going to be a fucking uncle!!” 

You smiled as wide as he did, standing from the couch and rushing to your brother and hugging him. Jay squeezed you so tight, rocking you back and forth as his laughter filled your ears, “Seongie, you’re literally going to be the best uncle ever.” 

“Fuck yeah I am,” he said, laughing even more, then turning to look at Jake, “You going to just sit on the couch? Get your ass up and join this family hug.” 

Family. Jay was officially his family. The term brother would mean more now than just being super close. Jay will be the uncle to his child. The big family Jake always wanted was finally within his reach and who would have guessed it would be with the people who were his second family growing up. 

Jake bounced from the couch, embracing you and Jay in his arms, joining the laughter that filled the apartment and still laughing even after you three pulled away. 

“God, I can’t believe you let him get you pregnant stinks,” Jay teased, flicking your forehead with his fingers. 

“It was an accident!” Jake defended himself, “Not my fault your sister is like a sex goddess.” 

“Dude,” Jay rolled his eyes, “That’s my sister I don’t want to hear that,” Jake just smiled at him, already loving the way he was going to tease the hell out of Jay through this pregnancy, “Anyways, when did this happen?” 

Jake was the confused one now. Jay literally was just on his ass about speaking about his sex life with his little sister, but now he’s asking when it happened? 

“Are you really asking me when I boned your sister that impregnated her?” 

Jay shrugged his shoulders, “Well when you say it like that…” 

You just looked at Jake, trying to not laugh at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Usually, the roles are reversed, but guess Jay pulled a fast one on him this time. 

“It was my graduation night,” you said for Jake, “Would you like to know the details since you want to be so nosey?” 

“God no shut up!” your brother scoffed, “I didn’t actually want to know I just wanted to tease Jake. Jesus fucking Christ.” 

Jake awkwardly chuckled with a shake of his head, “Now we just have to tell Heeseung, Sunghoon, Shotaro, my brother, and both our parents.” 

“Taro already knows.” 

Jake raised a brow at you, “He knew before me? Before Jay?” 

You just shrugged, “Taro was the one who suggested I might be pregnant. I was feeling sick earlier this morning, it was the only logical explanation.” 

That…makes a lot of sense. 

And as if speaking of the devils manifested them into existence, Heeseung and Sunghoon arrived back at the apartment, snapping at each other over the flavor of pop tarts and which one was better. Both their hands were filled with groceries. 

“Oh!” Heeseung scoffed, “Nice to know you three were home and ignoring your cell phones! Would have been nice to get some help.” 

Sunghoon nodded with a click of his tongue, “Yeah, would it have helped to not have been so lazy?” 

You crossed your arms, eyes darting between the two of them. You glanced down at the coffee table with the pregnant test boxes, and stepped off to the side giving them both a better view, “We were kinda busy with something important.” 

Sunghoon noticed what the boxes were immediately, his eyes widening and mouth slightly open. 

Heeseung tossed the bags of groceries into the solo recliner chair and picked up one of the boxes, “What could have been so important you’d ignore your best friends…for…” 

Heeseung looked over the box for a couple seconds before tearing it open and taking the test out (obviously holding the end you didn’t piss on), eyes widening at the positive marks. 

“You’re pregnant?!” Heeseung shouted, his voice filled with so much excitement as he looked up at you, eyes sparkling with the happiness he was feeling for you and Jake.

You smiled, giving him a nod, “Yeah, I’m pregnant!” 

“Holy fucking shit!” Heeseung shouted, tossing the stick and box back onto the coffee table and pulling you into a hug, “Congratulations stinks!” 

Sunghoon was right beside you, dropping the groceries to the floor and pulling you into him, “You’re growing up so fast!” 

“Oh, fuck off!” you pinched his bicep, and all Sunghoon could do was laugh. 

“I am so happy for you, YN,” he said, eyes darting over to Jay, “You’re going to be an uncle my dude!!”

“I know!” Jay shouted with the same excitement as his friends, “I mean, you two will be uncles too, since you’re practically family.”

Heeseung’s jaw dropped to the floor, “I’d be Uncle Hee!!” 

Jake watched as the most important people in his life laughed, shouted, cried out of pure happiness, and hugged each other. His heart was so full and so warm. He had the best non-biological brothers surrounding him. Had the best girlfriend who was now carrying his child. Had a good ass job that helped pay the bills and help support you and the baby. What more could he ask for?

Jake continued to watch his family, picturing a miniature you/him running around the apartment. Picturing Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon being the best uncles in the world as they play, laugh, love, and care for his future child. 

That thought alone also sunk Jake’s heart, “Guys,” he said, everyone turning and looking at him. Jake had the realization that the apartment was made to fit four people. There are five people standing in this living room and You had a baby on the way, “This place is about to get a lot more crowded.” 

— 

You lay on the couch, two fingers pressed into your cunt. Your other hand slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your breast and twisting your nipple between your thumb and index fingers. 

Nobody else was home, all four boys were at work and Shotaro couldn’t hang out with you. 

What better way to pass the time than to touch yourself? You weren’t fortunate enough to have gotten a job after graduating and now that you were pregnant, Jay and especially Jake, were against you getting a job right now.  

“You’re pregnant, you don’t need to work right now,” Jay said, taking your laptop from your hands to keep from applying to any more jobs. 

“I’m pregnant, not disabled!” You snapped, “Let me do something besides sit at the apartment all day.” 

“Yeah, and if you get a job you’ll be on pregnancy leave shortly after getting it. Might as well just wait.” Jay retorted back. 

“Baby,” Jake said, kneeling down beside you, his hand resting on your belly, “You’re already doing enough by growing life inside of you. Please just wait until after you have the baby.” 

You looked to Heeseung and Sunghoon for support, they just shook their heads, hands raised up, “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” was all Heeseung could say, with a small snicker of laughter from Sunghoon. 

Traitors. 

You glanced down at your belly, baby bump now fully on display as the little speck of life grew more and more every day. 

You were at the end of the first trimester and the beginning of your second trimester, your baby bump was obvious that you were pregnant, but with your clothes, no one would ever know unless you told them. The morning sickness came and went as it pleased, your weird food cravings kicked in a bit, and all four boys started being more careful around you. Helping you sit down and stand up as if you all of a sudden couldn’t do that on your own, always grabbing things for you instead of you getting it yourself. You weren’t that far along in the pregnancy, you didn’t need that kind of help right now but took the help anyway. You knew you couldn’t get out of it. 

You flung your head back onto the pillow, pumping your fingers faster and squeezing your breast tighter. 

You breathed in harder, arching your back at the pleasure. You glanced at the clock on the wall, Jake should be coming home for lunch at any minute, bringing the takeout you requested as your food craving of the day. 

But you got horny while waiting for him, and now here you are, waiting for him to come home to help finish you off and then eat your lunch. 

The sound of the keys sliding into the lock made you jolt, your cunt clenching tightly against your fingers, not being able to wait any longer, you needed Jake. 

“Hey baby,” Jake called from the front door, kicking his shoes off before stepping in, “I have your lunch.” 

You tried to call out to him but lost your breath in a small gasp. 

Jake heard the gasp, and thinking something was wrong, he quickly rushed around the corner from the hallway, stopping at the sight of you, him nearly slipping on the hard floor at seeing your legs spread with your fingers pumping in and out, Your fucked out facial expressions and other hand massaging your tits. 

He was hard almost immediately, “Oh baby, fuck,” he hissed, his hand palming at himself through his jeans, “Look at you.” 

“Jaeyun,” you whined, barely being able to speak, “I need you,” 

Jake left the bag of food on the solo recliner chair, sliding his jacket from his body and tossing it to the floor, “Yeah baby? What do you need me to do?” 

“Touch me,” you whimpered, “Please do something.” 

Jake slid onto the couch in front of you, tossing your legs over his shoulders and replacing your fingers with his, using his other hand to grip the top of the couch as he hovered over you carefully. You shut your eyes and furrowed your brows, mouth opening wide and letting out a wet moan as the feeling of his fingers slid into you, “Feels good baby? Couldn’t wait until I got home to touch yourself?” 

You nodded, “I needed to do something, was too horny.” 

Jake bit his lip and pumped his fingers faster into you. The last thing he was expecting to see when he came home was you sprawled out on the couch so wet and ready for him. Jake has only seen you this needy a handful of times, it was a once in a once-in-a-blue-moon kinda thing but oh god was he loving it. 

Seeing you so needy only made himself needy too and removed his fingers from your cunt, “Jae—“

“Shhh baby,” he whispered, “Sit up a bit for me, ya?” 

You nodded, pulling yourself up into your elbows and scooting up a bit onto the couch arm. Jake laid himself between your legs, lifting your hips up a bit to give him a better angle at your pussy. 

Your hands gripped the cushions of the couch at feeling his tongue flatting against your hole, “Fuck, Jake!” 

His chuckles sent vibrations up your whole body and made you shiver. His tongue licked streaks up and down your cunt, twirling the muscle around your clit and back down and up again. Repeating the process a few times before sliding his tongue into your pussy, shoving the muscle so far into your hole his nose was now rubbing against your clit. 

You chanted his name, knuckles turning white from the death grip you had on the couch, squeezing your thighs against Jake’s head. He moaned into your cunt, bucking his hips into the couch to feel some kind of friction on his cock, his hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs rubbing circles at the edge of your belly. 

The more you squeezed his head between your legs, the more he knew you were fixing to burst, working his tongue faster and angling his face to the side a bit in a tilt, opening his mouth wider to shove his tongue further into your pussy and wrapping his lips around your hole, digging his nose a bit harder against your clit. 

“Jaeyun!” you pant, “Jake, I’m going to cum.” 

Jake hummed against your heat, only removing himself to let out a “Cum on my tongue for me baby,” then reattaching himself to your cunt, eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever get. 

And it made you come undone, your cum coating his tongue. Jake took a deep breath through his nose, licking your pussy completely clean, taking all your cum into his mouth and swallowing it, “Fuck you taste so good.”

Your chest raised and fell at hitting your high, flinging your arm over your forehead, taking more deep breaths. 

You look down at your boyfriend, seeing the look in his eyes as he licks his lips, still soaking up your leftover juices on his mouth, “Turn to your side,” You roll over, watching him unbuckle his belt and pants, sliding them down and off his body. Jake squeezes himself between you and the couch, “Lift your leg over mine.” 

You wrapped your leg over his hip and tucked it between him and the couch. His tip lined up with your entrance, and slowly slid into you, “Fuckkkk,” he moaned in your ear as he bottomed out, “You feel so good.” 

Jake thrust into you slowly, wanting to savor every ounce of pleasure he could get before having to return back to work, but that plan failed as you backed your ass into his hips and reached a hand behind you to grasp his hair, “Fuck me harder,” you begged, “Babe please.” 

His body shuddered, hand gripping your hip and bucked his hips faster, the sound of skin-to-skin filling the quiet of the apartment. 

Jake glances down, watching as his hips thrust into you, watching the way your body moves in sync with his. His eyes wandered higher, seeing the baby bump. He carefully places his hand on your belly and snapped his cock further inside you, holding it there to rub against your cervix, “You’re so sexy pregnant,” he growled in your ear then started fucking into you again, “Should have bred this pussy so much sooner.” 

You pulled at his hair, “Yeah, you should have.” 

Jake was losing his mind. Something about fucking his sexy as fuck pregnant girlfriend on the couch in such a tight space made him dizzy. He couldn’t be as rough and manhandle you as he normally would, but fuck this was still so hot and pleasuring as if he was being rough with you. 

Your grip on his hair yanked harder, sending Jake over the edge and filling your cunt completely with his cum, his hand now at your thigh as he squeezed it tightly as he continued to pump his cock in and out, letting your pussy milk him completely. 

Out of breath, Jake lays his head on top of yours, hand sliding from your thigh and down back to your belly, thumb drawing little circles. 

You placed your hand on top of his and leaned more into him, “You really think I’m sexy pregnant?” 

Jake chuckled, “Of course I do, I’ll always find you sexy.” And it was true. He’ll never not find you sexy. 

He continued to run his hand over your belly, yours following on top of his, tracing the outline of your naval then sliding down on the underbelly then your hips, and back up. 

“I still can’t believe you’re growing a life,” Jake whispered, “Growing our baby.” 

You lifted your head up to look at him, smiling at him and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “And it’s all thanks to your sperm that got past all the female's defenses to find the egg.” 

Jake softly giggles at your medical terminology and presses his lips back to yours. 

He was really still in disbelief. You went from that little girl he grew up with and would tease to his girlfriend and being madly in love and pregnant with his child. Jake was truly so blessed to have found his soulmate so early on in life. 

“I love you,” he said between kisses, his hand softly squeezing your belly, “I’m so lucky to have you.” 

“I love you too,” you smiled so warmly at him, sliding a finger down his jaw. 

Jake pressed one last kiss to your lips, “Let’s eat, I’m still starving after my first meal.” 

You giggled, being so thankful for him. 

—

“What about this one?” Heeseung asked, holding up the ugliest orange shirt you’ve ever seen. You scrunch your nose, “Hard pass, got it,” he said, placing the shirt back onto the rack. 

You were thankful Heeseung came along with you to do some much-needed shopping. Your baby bump was no longer easy to hide and all the clothes you’d normally wear no longer fit. Well, they did but felt way too tight. 

You practically tore your and Jake’s bedroom apart trying to find any piece of clothing that would fit comfortably that wasn’t one of Jake’s hoodies or sweatpants. Heeseung just so happened to be walking out of his bedroom and crossing the hall and almost got hit in the face by a pair of flying jeans. Which is how you now ended up at the mall with him doing much-needed clothing shopping. 

“You need some more color in your closet though,” Heeseung said, shifting through all the shirts on the rack, “You can’t just keep having white, black, and red, YN.” 

You pouted, “I have other colors!” 

Heeseung glared at you, “The few blues, purples, and greens don’t count. You have more black shirts than anything else, you little emo. Even Jake has more colors than you.” 

You wanted to fight back but knew you couldn’t. Heeseung was right. 

“And check this one out,” He pulled a really pretty lavender shirt from the rack, holding it up against your chest, “I think it looks good!” 

You nodded, actually really loving the color, “Put it in the cart,” 

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled as he placed it into the cart with the other mixtures of jeans, leggings, dresses, bras, panties, and socks, all for you. 

You watched as he moved onto another clothing rack, watching as he pushed the cart for you. You couldn’t hide the smile that was forming on your lips as you looked at him with endearment. If he was willing to do all this for you, his best friend's girlfriend, and his other best friend's little sister, while pregnant, you could only imagine how well he’d treat his future girlfriend and wife. Heeseung would make a fine husband someday. 

“Seungie, you sure you don’t mind doing all this?” you felt somewhat guilty. Jake should be here too, picking out clothes for you. But unfortunately, going and watching Formula One races with your brother at the sports bar was in his deck of cards today. You even called Jake earlier and told him the plans you made with Heeseung and he didn’t even bat an eye at it. 

“Why would I mind?” he questioned, taking a pink long sleeve off the rack and holding it up to you, “Yeah pink is definitely your color while pregnant,” then tossed the fabric into the cart. 

“Because you literally helped me shop for bras and underwear?” 

Heeseung shrugged his shoulders as he continued to flip through the clothing rack, “They are just clothes, YN. I’ve done your laundry plenty of times, and have walked in on you and Jake undressing each other enough times. We’ve grown up together, shopping for undergarments with you doesn’t bother me at all.” 

Your heart filled with the love you have for him, wanting to pull him into a tight hug and kiss his cheek. Heeseung was definitely that second older brother you never had. 

But you decided to use this time to tease him. You don’t get to tease Heeseung often, he was always one step ahead but this might be your chance. 

“Jake might think differently after finding out you helped shop for lace bras and panties for me when it should be his eyes only.” 

Heeseung chuckled, holding up a black long-sleeve and then tossing it to the cart, “Then maybe he needs to find better hiding places to smell your panties with.” 

Your smile fell, “He does what?” 

Heeseung let out a loud laugh, “YN, I’m joking, you can’t try to tease me and expect me to not clap back.” 

Always one step ahead as usual. 

“Besides, I’ve only ever caught him with your panties once and that was before you moved in with us and he was definitely NOT smelling them, that’s for sure.” 

You knew about how Heeseung caught Jake rubbing one out with a pair of your dark blue panties that were Jake’s absolutely favorite pair. You saw Jake steal them from your drawer before he took that drive back home and confronted him before he could even step foot out the door of your dorm. Jake wasn’t a panty sniffer, but he sure used to be a stealer. You remember how Jake called you not even five minutes after Heeseung walked in on him. You thought it was the funniest thing. 

“Jake honestly probably wouldn’t care anyways,” you shrugged, following behind Heeseung as he moved into another section of clothes, “He’d just be happy someone was here with me.” 

Heeseung agreed, “He’s been so protective over you since finding out you were pregnant. He made me and Sunghoon swear to look after you if he and Jay weren’t around to do so. Never seen the man that protective, and you know how he is over his ramen.” 

Getting Jake to share his ramen is a hard thing to do, even with you. He had a bowl the other night and you had to beg for him to share and even pulled the pregnancy card to get him to share it, which he didn’t do by the way, “Just because you’re pregnant doesn't mean I’ll share my ramen. Fuck off.” Asshole. 

Heeseung continued, “You really make him happy, YN.” You nodded. You knew you did. Jake never goes without telling you, “You know, I was a bit jealous at first.” 

You raised a brow in confusion at him, “What are you talking about, ace?” 

Heeseung sighed, picking up another shirt, then placing it back on the rack, refusing to make eye contact with you, “When we first saw you again after all that time during winter vacation, you had all our hearts dropping, just so you know. It wasn’t just Jake’s.” 

You knew the feeling was mutual, seeing Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon all grown up made your heart flutter. They were good-looking men, they still are, there’s no denying that. 

“We knew from the beginning that Jake’s heart kinda dropped a bit harder than ours did,” he continued, “Don’t worry about Jake finding out about this conversation, he already knows,” you nodded, waiting for him to continue, “I woke up one night and saw Jake sneaking out of the guest room, I think it was the very first time he did so. I sat up after the door was closed only to see Sunghoon was staring at the door as well. We knew exactly where he went. We stayed up discussing it. About what we should do about it. We knew Jay would kill him and then kill us if he ever found out we knew.” 

Ouch, guess you and Jake suck at hiding, “Does my brother and Jake know you two knew?” 

Heeseung nodded, “They do now. The four of us had a good long talk on that drive back to the apartment, but at first no.” 

Makes sense. 

“Anyway, Hoon and I just decided to keep it to ourselves. Mostly because, well, our own feelings were conflicted. You weren’t completely the same little girl we grew up with. We were mostly just attracted to you, that’s how far our feelings went really. I was jealous Jake had the balls to go after you even after Jay was being his crazy protective brother self,” Heeseung laughed, “Jake was really crazy for crossing that line. Had major balls. But after he snuck back into the guest room that night and saw how wide his smile was at breakfast that following morning, you became off limits not just because of Jay, but also Jake. Hoon and I decided to drop the attraction, don’t get me wrong, you’re still as pretty as ever, but you went back to being our little sister super quick.” 

You just smiled at him, you found it cute that the three stooges all had some little crush on you at some point. Funny even. Jake just happened to be your soulmate from the beginning, they all knew that too. 

“Anyway,” Heeseung said again, finding a blue top with a flower graphic design, “I think we have enough clothes picked out for you,” he said as he tossed the article of clothing for you into the cart, “How about you help me find some new outfits for you now?” him giving you his heart lipped smile. 

You nodded, it was the least you could do, plus you both were already here. 

Heeseung continued to push the cart as you found clothes for him. It was his turn to watch you with such endearment. Heeseung doesn’t know why he decided to tell you about the small and very short-lived crush he used to have on you. Maybe it was because you looked so pretty today. With how your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and wearing Jake’s hoodie and sweatpants. It was way too cute. You’ve worn Jake’s clothes even before he got you pregnant, but it was still cute. Made him think that this is how his future wife will look once pregnant. But looking at you made Heeseung happy because you were happy. Jake made you happy and you made Jake happy. Which obviously made everyone else happy. 

Heeseung watched as you picked him out a bright pink shirt, leaning on his elbows on the cart, his eyes wandering down to your belly, his smile growing wider, “I can’t wait to become an uncle.” 

—

Jake and Jay clinked their beer glasses together as they cheered for their racing team, chugging down the liquid. Then asking the bartender for another refill. They clinked their glasses again, chugged it down, and got another refill. 

Jake and Jay’s phone buzzed, Heeseung texting the “and they were roommates” group chat. 

Jay took a few sips of his beer, ignoring the chat so Jake looked instead. 

“Hee and YN are back home,” Jake said, and Jay nodded, “Hee also said to let either him or Sunghoon know if we need someone to come get us.” 

It was usually this way if any of the boys went out without the others. Everyone is always on standby if anyone gets too drunk. And if all of them went out together, one person wouldn’t drink or drink as much to be the driver home. It was a perfect system. 

Jay took a few more sips of his beer then set the glass on the table, “How did YN's doctor appointment go yesterday?” 

Jake brought the glass to his lips, “Everything is good. She’s healthy, the baby is healthy. That’s all I could ask for,” he took a few sips of the beer and trained his eyes back to the TV with the race on it. 

“Do you know the gender yet?” Jay asked curiously. Jay has been thinking about that a lot lately. If he’ll have a niece or nephew? Will they have more of the Park genetics or the Sim genetics or an equal mixture of both? Will he be a good uncle? God, he hopes so. 

Jake just shakes his head, “YN wants to wait until she has the baby, wants it to be a big surprise. Should have seen her face when the doctor tried to tell her the gender. She held her hands up so fast and straight up told the doctor to keep her mouth shut.” 

Jake chuckles at the memory, he thought you were going to fight the doctor over it. Thank god you didn’t. 

Jay relaxes in his seat, studying his best friend, “Are you nervous?” 

Jake narrows his eyes and releases a huff, taking another sip of the beer, “Oh what? Nothing to be nervous over.” 

Jay could see right through Jake. He knows his best friend like the back of his hand, he can see it all over Jake’s face that the further along you got in your pregnancy, the more nervous he got. Jay really noticed Jake’s shakiness after returning from the appointment yesterday. 

“To be a dad. Nervous about wanting to take care of my sister, and wanting the pregnancy to go smoothly. Bro, I can see it all over your face. You vowed to stop drinking and partying after she got pregnant, yet you were the first one tonight to order alcohol.” 

Jake just shakes his head, “I want to be the perfect dad. I want to take care of YN through the whole pregnancy. I want our baby to be healthy. I’m scared man.” 

Jay nods, slowly rocking his body with the nod, “I’m nervous too.” 

Jake raised a brow, clearly confused. 

Jay continued, “I lived for protecting my sister, that obviously hasn’t changed, but I always tried and wanted to be the perfect older brother for her. I knew once the day came that she started popping out kids that I wanted to be a perfect uncle and protect her kids as I did her. But I also feel like I haven’t been the best or perfect brother. That I didn’t try hard enough and now I’m scared I’ll fail as an uncle.” 

“Are you fucking serious?” Jake snapped, causing Jay to widen his eyes at him, “You’re not a failure of a brother. You never failed YN and you won’t ever fail her. You did perfectly to protect her, trust me, as someone who got caught sneaking around with her, you do a pretty damn good job at it. And you won’t fail our child either. I promise you that. You’ll be a perfect uncle.” 

Jay tried to keep his eyes clear as he nodded, never wanting to admit that Jake’s words gave him the ego boost he needed. 

So he raised his glass, “To our little family.” 

Jake smiled, raising his glass as well, “To our little family.” 

“Including Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Shotaro, because YN would kill us both if we left them out.” 

Jake nodded in agreement, “Amen to that brotha.” 

“Thank you…for helping me take care of my sister,” Jay chuckled, “She doesn’t just have to deal with me trying to protect her.” 

“Trust me,” Jake rolled his eyes, “She hates it.” 

“Well YN gotta deal I guess.” Jay shrugged but also laughed. 

Jay had to admit he finally and fully was able to accept Jake in your life. He always accepted him, it just took a little bit longer to be one hundred percent okay with it. To be completely used to seeing you wrapped in Jake’s arms. Because now when you weren’t by Jake, it was weird and didn’t sit right. Jay honestly was so thankful you chose Jake. Because if you chose any other loser male out there, Jay wouldn’t be as accepting. No one is good enough for his sister besides Jake. Point blank. Plus, you were pregnant with Jake’s baby, and Jay kinda had no choice but to fully accept Jake into the family. 

They chugged down their drinks and got another refill, paying back attention to the race and knocking their sad attitudes away. 

“You know,” Jay said after some time, “We’re both fucked if you have a girl.” 

Jake groaned and dropped his face into his hands, “Don’t fucking remind me, I’ve already thought about it.” 

Jay chuckled some more, chugging down his alcohol. If you did have a girl, he already knows his protection level will skyrocket. And since Jake will be the baby’s father…oh all hell would break loose. That baby wouldn’t just have to deal with an overprotective father, but an overprotective uncle. Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to know the gender yet, you knew what would happen the minute everyone found out. 

And honestly, it wouldn’t just be him and Jake losing their brains over you having a girl. Heeseung and Sunghoon would also protect that child with their lives. The two of them are already helping you around the apartment and watching your every move. It’ll just be worse once the baby is here. 

Jay shook Jake’s shoulders, “Come on man, lighten up! Just focus on the fact you’re going to be one kick-ass of a dad!” 

That lifted Jake’s spirits, “Yeah? Think so?” 

Jay nodded, “Yeah. Because if you aren’t I’ll beat you myself. YN will be right behind me too.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes, “Whatever man.” 

The two of them laughed and continued to watch the race and enjoy each other's company. 

Heeseung had his arm wrapped around Jake, and Sunghoon had his arm wrapped around Jay, helping the two of them walk out of the bar. 

You had your arms crossed as you leaned against the car, watching for your boyfriend and brother to come into view. Your heart relaxes once the sight of Heeseung and Sunghoon dragging them out comes into view. 

“Damn, how much did they drink?” You asked, your eyes glancing back and forth between the two drunks. 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Who knows, but we told them to not get so fucking hammered.” 

“But our racer won!” Jake smiles, letting out a hiccup then his eyes focused on you, “Baby!” 

Jay looked up at you, realizing Hee and Hoon left you outside, his protectiveness and rage coming in, “You left my pregnant sister outside by HERSELF?!” 

Jake then realized it himself too, “You left my pregnant girlfriend outside by HERSELF?!” 

“Oh shut the fuck up!” Heeseung snapped, “I tried to usher you both out of the bar by myself but I needed help. YN was told to stay INSIDE the car.” 

You just shrugged, “I can hold my own.” 

“You’re pregnant!!” Jake and Jay both said in unison.

“Yeah! Pregnant! Not disabled!” 

Jake lifted himself from Heeseung and walked to you, taking your chin between his fingers and his other hand resting on your tummy, “You and this baby are the most important things to me, if something were to happen to you two…I…” 

You relaxed your body and placed your hands on your boyfriend's face, you knew he was just being protective. Same with your brother. You knew you were the most important thing to them, the least you could do was respect their wishes when it comes to protecting you. 

“I am okay,” you reassured him, looking at your brother and repeating the words, “Heeseung and Sunghoon wouldn’t have left me alone if they didn’t think it was okay.” 

“Trust me,” Sunghoon said, trying to keep Jay from slipping out of his hold, “We didn’t want to leave her in the car.” 

“Can we discuss this at home?” Jay said, hanging his head low, “I think I drank way too much.” 

“You don’t fucking say?!” Heeseung scoffed, helping Sunghoon with Jay. 

“I’ll drive Jay’s car back,” Sunghoon said, “Help me get him in then we can head back. I think YN has Jake fine.” 

You nodded, eyes darting to your brother, “Take care of him.” 

You got Jake in the car, him laying his head on your shoulder, cuddling up to you. 

Heeseung returns quickly and jumps in the driver's seat of his car, “Let’s get home guys, I’m exhausted.” 

You watched Jake’s hand through the street lamps and moonlight as his thumb rubbed your thigh then shifted up and placed his whole hand on your pregnant stomach. 

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling more into you. You rest your head against the top of his, smiling. You could already tell Jake would be a fantastic father. 

You kissed his forehead, whispering, “I love you.” 

—

You moaned softly into Jake’s mouth as he slowly pumped into you. 

The early morning sun beats down onto the bed, making his skin shine beautifully. 

Jake slides his tongue down your mouth, his hand moving up and down your bare back, stopping to squeeze your ass, moving down to your leg wrapped over his hip, and squeezing your thigh before moving back up and repeating the process. 

You were now about halfway done with your pregnancy. Your little sprout of life grows perfectly and healthy every single day, which made having sex with Jake a bit harder now that the baby has grown so big. 

But that didn’t stop you two, obviously. 

Jake woke you up this morning with kisses to your neck, and his fingers sliding down your shorts, “I need you so bad right now.” 

The sex wasn’t rough but filled with so much love. It was soft, lazy, passionate, and just so so much love. 

His hand stopped at your hip and squeezed it tightly, “I want to get so rough with you, fuck,” he whispers, “I need to cum.” 

You remove yourself from him, sliding his cock out and rolling over to your other side, backing your ass into his hips, “Then get rough with me babe.” 

Jake hissed, quickly shoving his cock back into your cunt, snapping his hips fast against your ass. 

“Fuck baby, can never get enough of this pussy.” 

You could tell Jake was losing himself in your heat. He hasn’t been able to be rough like he normally wanted to, being too afraid that he would hurt you. 

Jake leaned more into your back, pressing you into the sheets as he fucked into you at a primal rate. His fingers slipping between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same pace. 

You bit into the fabric of your pillow to suppress your moans, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the apartment. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white. 

You missed how rough Jake could get. Missed him pressing your face into the pillows. Even though this wasn’t the full extent of roughness that he could do, you still ate up every ounce of what he was giving you right now. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “You’re doing so good for me, taking my cock so well even though you’re pregnant.” 

You felt your climax reach its peak, Jake groaning at feeling you cum on his cock. He was literally on cloud 9. And the fact you’re letting him get even the smallest amount of rough with you was driving him crazy. 

Jake would be lying if he said he didn’t google sex positions to use while being pregnant and read plenty of articles on it too. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. 

Jake also read how some girlfriends/wives completely took sex off the table when they found out they were pregnant. He was so fucking blessed that you had just as high a sex drive as he did. Jake would lose his mind if you wouldn’t let him have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours for nine months. His hand would only get him so far before his crumpling at your feet begging you to let him fuck you. So again yeah, he thanked god you were just as addicted to his cock as he was to your pussy. 

Not to mention the position he has you in right now was so sexy to him. He was still able to press your face into the pillows and rail you from behind, getting to see how his cock moves inside you, watching how your cum wraps a white ring around his cock. Get to see every facial expression you make while hitting your G-spot. What’s not to love about it? Plus you’re comfortable and it wasn’t affecting your belly at all. 

“Hmm I’m fixing to cum baby,” he growls, “Going to fill this cunt to the brim.” 

“Pleaseeee,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum stain your insides. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, licking the shell of your ear and then biting the lobe as he came. His strings of white rope filled you completely, “Fuck…fuck,” he moaned, trying to catch his breath. 

Jake kissed your temple before pulling out and removing himself from the bed. You rolled over and watched his naked figure dig in his dresser for a clean pair of boxers and socks, slipping them onto his body then grabbing his favorite pair of jeans that he wears to work, along with his white striped button-up. 

You sat up in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body, now cold from the loss of your boyfriend pressed against you. 

“You should call out,” you softly said. 

Jake chuckles as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his sneakers onto his feet, “I would if I could my love, I need every time saved up to use once you give birth.” 

You groaned and pouted but knew it wouldn’t get you your way. Knowing he couldn’t actually call out. Mostly when he wanted to take off a couple of days around your due date just in case he needed to rush you to the hospital. And then there’s the first few weeks he wants to spend with you after the baby arrives. He couldn’t take off at all and the only reason his leave got approved by his boss was because he promised to show up every single day before you gave birth no matter what. Yet you still pouted anyway. 

“What will I do while you’re gone?” 

“Why don’t you see if one of the other guys can hang out with you?” Jake wanted to call out. Wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day. But he has a future child and a girlfriend to feed and spoil, he kind of needed to work. 

“I already asked them,” You cross your arms, “Heeseung also has to work, Sunghoon is spending the day with his sister, and Jay is too busy finishing up his culinary degree online to step away.” 

“Have you called Shotaro? I’m sure he’d love to see you.” 

Your eyes lit up, remembering that Taro had the day off today, “Yeah I’ll give him a call.” 

Jake smiled at you, “Just make sure to be careful okay?” he asked, placing his hand over your growing belly, “Don’t do anything you know you can’t do, let Shotaro help.” 

You rolled your eyes, being as stubborn as ever. 

“I’ll call and tell himself—“

“Okay!” you said, “I’ll behave.” 

“Good,” Jake pulls you in for a couple of kisses, then kisses your forehead, “I’ll see you when I get off. I love you.”

“I love you too meanie head!” 

Then you watched him walk out of the bedroom. 

—

“What do you mean you don’t want a baby shower?” Taro asked, brows furrowed as his fingers rapidly pressed the buttons on his PS5 controller, the sounds of the boss he was fighting and killed on Elden Ring filled his sound system, “Yes!!!” 

You slouched down onto his couch, watching as his character now ran out of the castle, “Didn’t you beat this game already?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, still focused on the game, “But I am doing a different build this time.” 

You just sighed, continuing to watch your best friend play his video game, the ice in his coffee on the table to his right slowly melting away. 

“Are you going to answer my question?” 

You groaned, “Ughhh Jay was on my ass about this too the other day,” you pouted, and decided it was time to sit up. Taro quickly set the controller down to his set and helped you sit up, “I don’t want a baby shower because I don’t really have any girlfriends, and even so I don’t know the gender of the baby, so I don’t want to get a bunch of pointless gifts. Jake and I decided we would just probably have a small get-together after our child is born and we all go shopping for stuff then.” 

Shotaro nodded, making sure you were sitting up comfortably before grabbing his controller again, and going back to the game, “I guess that is a bit easier and less planning out. Totally sounds like a you thing to do though. Why would Jay get onto you for it?

You shrugged, “I think he’s more nervous than I am and wants an excuse to drink.” 

Shotaro laughed, “Yeah, I’ve noticed the lack of Lee, Parks, and Sim at parties.” 

Which Taro understood completely. Everyone was an adult and you were pregnant, none of the four men wanted to leave you alone at the apartment while they went out. Even if they wanted to, Taro always offered to sit with you, but I think the reality check hit each of them hard after finding out you were pregnant, kinda sending them to a more sober life. 

“Those four really took attached at the hip seriously huh?” 

You scoffed, “Yeah, it’s probably worse now than what it was when we were kids, and they were super annoying as kids.” 

Shotaro sometimes wished he knew you five back then. From the stories he’s heard from Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and yourself, the five of you were a blast to be around. You five, at least to Shotaro, were the sole definition of what friendship/family is and what it meant. He’s happy that he’s a part of the family now, but man he would have loved to see you all in your prime. 

Shotaro closed out Elden Ring, “Want to play anything? I feel bad just having you sit here.” 

You shook your head, “Taro I feel perfectly fine just sitting here and watching you play games. Your company is everything and much needed.”

Taro just smiles, opening up Elden Ring again and leaning back on the couch. He knew you just wanted some company, but he still didn’t want to let you feel left out either. 

From what Jake said, you used to be super independent, not needing anything from anyone or needed anyone who wasn't Jay. That you grew up so headstrong and unbreakable, probably due to having Jay as your brother and the three stooges as your friends. Even when you went off to college you were independent, only ever spending time with your roommate and a few other friends but mostly did your own thing. 

But something changed after that winter break and moving into town. You got used to relying on others, always having one of the four boys at your side so when they are all busy, you feel lost. That’s where Shotaro came in. He knows you two are best friends and that you love him and know when you need him, and you need him right now. Things got a lot crazier after finding out you were pregnant, but Taro still was filled with endearment each time you asked to hang out. 

You slid back onto the couch too, leaning your head against his shoulder. Shotaro leaned more into you as well, letting the two of you be comfortable with each other's space. 

“Actually, can I learn to play? Jake plays this at home all the time too.” 

Shotaro nodded, “Of course, princess.” 

He hands you the controller, “Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up your progress.” 

“It’s just a game, YN,” he chuckles, “Plus I know what I’m doing, I can fix any mistake you make.” 

You smiled, letting him teach you what each button does and how it works, and then taught you the basics of the game. Before you knew it you were running around and slaying the lower level enemies. 

“Figured out names yet?” Taro asked, taking a few sips of his coffee. 

You shrugged, “We honestly haven’t really discussed it. Jake and I have been really going about this blind, besides you know, reading the parenting books and doing your basic research. Plus I’ve been attending my doctor appointments and everything seems to be going well, so we are doing something right.” 

“As long as you both and the baby are happy and healthy, that’s all that matters. Maybe it’s one of those things that once you see your child for the first time, the name will come to you almost immediately.” 

You nodded, “That’s what we are going for.” 

You were then killed in the game and Taro teased you to no end that you got his character killed even after he said it would all be okay. 

But you were happy, laughing, and enjoying your time with your best friend. You could see it now, Shotaro being another non-biological uncle to your child. Teach him or her to play video games and tease them to the point they are crying from laughter. 

You were truly blessed to have been surrounded by the right people. 

—

Jake rolled his eyes as he shoved his gloved hands into his puffy jacket pockets, “Is there any reason why I need to be here right now?” he scoffs, a shiver going down his back, “I could be at home cuddling my girlfriend.” 

And rightfully getting my dick wet. 

You woke up super touchy this morning, pressing your chest and belly against his back, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and shoulder, sliding your hand down his boxers, and pumping his long hard length slowly. 

Jake could be buried balls deep inside you right now. Whether that means your hand, mouth, or cunt. He didn’t care, he just wanted to fuck you slowly. 

Sunghoon skated passed him quickly, taking Jake’s mind out of the multiple positions he could already have put you in by now. 

“Man, we just want one last bro day before YN has the baby,” Heeseung tucked his hands into his pockets, “She’s ready to pop open any day, ya?” 

Jake just nodded, staring down at the ice underneath him, “Within the next few weeks yeah.” 

Jay patted his shoulder, “Don’t look so nervous, everything will be fine.”

Jake knew everything would be fine. But you’ve been staying in bed or lounging around on the couch more often than doing anything else these days. With you finally being in the last leg of your pregnancy, Jake just wanted to take care of you. And obviously, get his dick shoved so far up your cunt that it makes you see stars. 

Jake just rolled his eyes, “That’s not the point, I want to be at home with her right now.” 

“You just want to get your dick wet,” Sunghoon said as he slid across the ice in front of his friends, “I heard the fooling around that was happening this morning.” 

Jake glared at his best friend, “Really man?” 

Jay was also glaring, but not at Sunghoon, “Yeah really man?” Jay might have fully accepted Jake as family and his relationship with his little sister, but he still didn’t want to hear about the sexual acts the two of you do. 

Jake was now glaring at Jay, “I got her knocked up, I don’t see why you’re giving me the death stare right now. It’s kind of obvious at this point that I have sex with your sister.” 

Heeseung and Sunghoon could honestly eat popcorn and watch Jay get mad about Jake railing against you every single time. But Jay was just being a big brother protecting his baby sister, even though you were literally so close to giving birth. 

Jay just waves his hands in the air, “Nah nah I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Anyways!” Sunghoon interrupted, skating back in front of his friends, “We are going to have a bro day and ice skate on my old stomping grounds from hockey days. YN is with my sister having a girls' day, she’s fine.” 

Jake knew once the baby was here that having a guy's day would be less often, mostly up until you’re able to take care of the baby alone after much-needed rest and care. So he shrugged his shoulders, knowing you were with Yeji and perfectly safe, and smiled up at his friends. 

It’s been a while since the last time the four of them ice skated together. It was probably before college. Because once Sunghoon was accepted onto the hockey team, it became hard to skate together again. 

The four boys raced around the rink, trying everything they could to outrun Sunghoon but failing terribly. 

Jake’s heart was so full. He felt like a kid again being with his best friends. With the way everyone laughed, teased, and talked without a care in the world brought all of them back to their high school days. When they’d sneak out of the Park’s house and climb onto the roof and look at the stars until you got annoyed at hearing them talk above your bedroom. 

The memories didn’t stop there. Jake started to remember his soccer days in high school. Remember seeing Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and you cheering him on from the bleachers. Remembering how his parents threw a big party for when his team won the championships for the school district, everyone’s parents drank and laughed in the kitchen while the five of you along with Heeseung and Jake’s older brothers, and Yeji. How you all played around outside until the sun went down. 

Jake rounded the corner of the ice rink, his smile up to his ears as the images of his friends once as children came into mind, then turning them back into who they are all now. 

It’s crazy how fast time can change, but how the four of them never did. They continued to grow together, learn together, and still had each other's backs. 

Jake was truly lucky to have these guys, mostly now that he has you. Jake will never have so much trust in anyone else with his child as he will with the three men standing before him. 

Jake pulled his friends into a hug, “I really needed this today guys, thank you,” His friends pulled each other closer, their smiles never fading, “I truly do love you guys.” 

—

You lay in bed, scrolling through the latest TikTok trends and giggling softly to yourself, using your thumb to swipe to the next video, your other hand gently resting on your belly, fingers tapping lightly as if to tell your baby that you’re here and ready for them. 

You were nearing the due date, counting down the actual seconds until it was time to finally meet the little sprout of life that you and Jake created. To finally grow this small family into something bigger. You were excited, Jake was excited. Same with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon even went out and bought a small hockey jersey of his favorite team for the baby to wear. Heeseung bought baby Legos, and Jay bought a small baby guitar to teach his nephew/niece the love of music so early on. 

Sometimes you think the other three are more excited about you giving birth than you and Jake were. 

But nevertheless, it made you more than happy to see the three of them excited for the baby. 

The only con to being pregnant and being at the due date is everyone has been more on edge. All four of the boys have started picking up more hours and longer shifts at work to pile in that extra money. Mostly because you can’t work and Jake will be taking a leave to help take care of you and the baby. So the other three decided to pick up those hours to help pick up the slack from Jake not working to help pay the bills. You were grateful and hated that you could pitch in, but you loved them all dearly for it. Jake also was working himself to death recently, wanting to get every last penny possible to put into savings for the hospital bills you’ll have and to get clothes and food that everyone else will need. 

You set your phone down at your side, staring up at the ceiling. Grateful and love aren’t big enough words to describe how happy you are to have those four men. 

As if on cue, the front door to the quiet apartment opened, an obvious sign that someone returned home. 

Today was one of the rare days you were left alone. Mostly because Shotaro also had to work and wasn’t able to call out or get a replacement. But you promised to stay in bed all day to help ease the boys' minds. 

You sat up in the bed, listening carefully on who could have come back home, then heard the sigh of your boyfriend and the sound of him dropping himself onto the couch. 

Your heart raced as you swung your legs over the bed and stood up, making your way to the bedroom and opening it slowly, peaking out to see Jake hunched over on the couch, face in his hands. 

You walked out of the room, the sound of your bare feet walking on the floor had Jake lifting his head, giving you a small smile, “Hey baby, you resting okay?” 

You nodded, taking note of the bags under his eyes. How tired he looked, how he seemed to barely keep his smile up. 

“Jake, are you okay?” you asked him, taking his hand into yours, and rubbing your thumb into his palm. 

Jake just nodded, leaning back onto the couch, “I’m just exhausted. They sent me home early because I almost fell asleep on a computer tower I was working on.” 

You bit your lip as you squeezed his hand. Jake has been working so hard for you. Barely getting enough sleep. If he wasn’t at work, he was at home helping to take care of you. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

Jake could see the worry in your eyes, quickly trying to blink away the sleep and sat back up, taking both of his hands to your belly and resting his forehead against the middle, “Don't look at me like that,” he whispered, “It’s all for you, for us. It’s going to be worth it once this little one is here.” 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, taking a deep breath in. Jake is almost as stubborn as Jay when it comes to putting his mind to something. You knew no matter how much you told him to rest or not worry about you, he was going to do everything anyway. 

Jake’s hand moved to your hips and softly squeezed, leaving a few kisses on your clothed belly, “Even when you’re fixing to burst open you’re still so sexy, YN.” 

A heat wave went through your body, and you started acting on instinct. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing him back onto the couch. Jake looks up at you, seeing the lust that filled your eyes now. Seeing the want to take care of him. 

He had to admit, it got his cock hard so fast. 

Jake watched as you sank down to your knees, crossing your legs underneath you for better balance, hands now at the button of his jeans.

“Baby—“ 

You cut him off, “Let me take care of you,” you said it more as a warning than anything else, making him know damn well he better sit back and relax, “You’ve been taking such good care of me, let me repay it.” 

Jake didn’t even attempt to start arguing, not after you slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, his cock slapping against his abdomen from being set free. The tip already red and angry and leaking with precum. Jake bit his lips, any exhaustion he had was out the window as he watched you take his length in your hands, extending your tongue and licking him from his balls all the way up his shaft and to the tip. Flattening your tongue over the top and pressing the precum, mixing it with your saliva. 

Jake couldn’t hold his moans back, mostly not after you placed the tip between your lips, slowly sucking it as your tongue wrapped around it then releasing it with a pop. 

You fluttered your eyes up to him, seeing the way your boyfriends pupils were already so blown out. Loving how furrowed his brows were and how his mouth opened a gap. You smirked at him, keeping eye contact as you stretched your tongue out again and licked up his shaft. 

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, hands gripping the cushions of the couch, “Fuck fuck fuck, stop teasing me.” 

You hummed against his cock, placing soft kisses up the shaft and at the tip then finally taking him completely in your mouth. 

Jake flung his head back as he felt your mouth slide down him, the tip hitting the back off your throat and squeezing around him, a wet moan leaving his plump lips. 

You squeezed your thighs together, the moan Jake let out sent chills down your spine and to your heat. You had to be dripping out of your panties after that moan, because fuck it was hot. 

You bobbed your head up and down, taking every inch of him as your hands squeezed his thighs. Tongue working its magic as it wrapped around him, giving that extra pleasure. 

Jake set his head back up, looking down at you all pretty between his legs, sucking him off like the good girl you are, taking such good care of him. 

Jake was losing his mind, seeing the way you sucked his dick, with how you gripped onto his thighs. Wearing that pretty blue sleep dress to help keep the comfort while pregnant. It was so fucking hot to him. 

Here you were, knocked the fuck up and still down on your knees for him. Sucking him like your life depended on it. Jake could cum just from watching you. 

His cock twitched and he hissed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

“Baby,” he cooed, running a finger down your jaw and your eyes fluttered up to him, still not slowing down your movements, “I’m fixing—fuck—to cum,” he flung his head back, but then quickly set it back up, “I wanna cum in your pussy.” 

You released him from your mouth, using his thighs, with the help of his hands pulling you up. 

Jake carefully laid you down on your back against the couch, hands lifting up your blue dress until it was now on the floor, hands flicking back to your hips and removing your panties, leaving you completely bare to him. 

You reached for his shirt, hands gliding up his body, fingers tracing over his abs and chest as he helped you remove that last bit of clothing from him. 

Jake lined his cock to your entrance, hands resting on your knees, looking to you for the nod of approval then sliding himself in. 

You gasp as he bottoms out, then pulls himself halfway out, then slams back into you.

Jake bit his lips as he watched the way your body reacted to him deep inside you, watching as you moaned and whimpered under him. Even though you did all this to take care of him, Jake wasn’t going to let himself finish without you getting some taken care of too. 

So his fingers got to work on your clit as he pounded into you. Jake was already close and knew he was going to bust before you did, but he didn’t care. He continued to fuck into you until his seed spilled in you, his hips staggering as he did two last hard thrusts then held his hips in place, making sure every last drop of his cum stayed inside you. His fingers are working faster now. 

Your moaning got louder. The sensation of Jake pressed up against your cervix with his fingers on your clit was driving you mad. You couldn’t form any sentences, could barely even think of a sentence. 

“Oh? Fucked you dumb?” Jake cooed, licking his bottom lip, and slowly started moving his hips again, “All you know is my cock right now? Right baby?” 

You nodded, feeling your climax fast approaching. 

Jake thought he would be finished after cumming, but seeing how fucked out you were made his dick twitch and wanting more. He couldn’t help it, you looked too sexy laying there under him to not move his hips again. Regardless of how overstimulating he felt right now. It just added to the moment. 

“Fuck I love you so much,” he whispered, snapping his hips faster, his cum now leaking out of your hole and dripping down onto the couch, “Here you are fixing to give birth and still caring more about taking care of me and my needs? God, what did I do to deserve you?” 

The knot snapped and your orgasm washed over you. Jake pumped into you faster now, both hands being back on your knees, mixing your cum together. 

“Thank you,” Jake groaned, “Thank you for never giving up on me,” he ran his hands down to your thighs, gripping the plush tightly, “Even after everything we’ve been through, after the shit I put you through. You stayed by me, continued to love me—fuck—thank you, baby, for never giving up on me, on us. And I promise you,” Jake reached his second climax faster than expected, but he didn’t care, letting the white ropes shoot deep inside your cunt, hips pinning so hard against your thighs you’re sure bruises will be there in the morning, “I won’t give up on us, I’ll never give up on us, on you, or this family.” 

You exhaustedly smiled up at your boyfriend, looking at him with endearment as you reached both arms up to his shoulders and pulled him down to you. Jake hovered carefully, his hand gripping the back of the couch as his lips connected to yours. 

He rests his forehead against yours, smiling and chuckling as he struggles to catch his breath after cumming twice. 

How did he actually get so lucky to call you his?

—

You woke up in a pained sweat, your body sitting up quickly as your hands reached for your lower stomach. 

It was only five pm, and the apartment was quiet except for the sounds of Jake’s soft snores as he slept beside you, the other three being at work. 

“Jake,” you barely were able to mumble out, reaching a hand from your stomach to tap his bare back, “Jake.” 

Jake sniffled and hummed, not moving. 

You sat up more, feeling the wetness soaking the bed sheets. 

“Jake,” you cried out, shoving his shoulder the best you could, sending his head shooting up and looking at you, “Jake.” 

All it took was one look and Jake knew what was happening. 

“Shit!” he cursed, jumped from the bed, and ran to the closet, grabbing a pair of clothes for you and himself. 

Jake helped you dress as fast as he could before dressing himself and helping you to your feet and out of the apartment. 

You still weren’t due for another few days but Jake never has been so happy to already have his time off from work. 

Crazy how the small nap the two of you decided to take would end with your child deciding to gift the world its presence. Even though nerve-racking, Jake wouldn’t help the excitement. 

Jake was speeding down the street, fumbling with his phone to call Jay while telling you to keep breathing. 

Jay answered on the second ring. 

“What’s up, man? I am in the mid—“ 

“Her water broke,” Jake interrupted. 

“What?” Jake could hear the panic in your brother's voice. 

“YN’s water broke!” 

“Oh fuck,” there was fumbling around in the background and the sound of Jay’s shoes hitting the pavement to show he’s running, followed up by a “My sister’s water broke, I gotta go!” more running then a car door being shut, “Please get her to the hospital safe, I’ll be there shortly.” 

“Call Hee and Hoon and all our parents too,” Jake was barely able to say, the nerves settling in even more, “I need to focus on YN. Can you also go back to the apartment? I forgot the extra bag of things for her night stay.” 

Jay agreed, “Get me sister there safe,” and then the call ended. 

Jake tossed his phone onto his lap, reaching his hand over onto your stomach, rubbing it gently, “Just keep breathing baby, okay?” 

You nodded, feeling lightheaded and like you were about to pass out. 

Before you knew it, you lay on the hospital bed with nurses and doctors surrounding your lower half. Jake stood by your side squeezing your hand tightly and sending words of encouragement that you could barely hear over the sound of your ears ringing from pushing. 

This was the most painful thing you’ve ever felt, but you knew once your baby was out, it would always be worth it. 

Jake leaned his head against yours, placing kisses on your brow, and continued his words of encouragement, “That’s it, baby, you’re doing great. Keep pushing.” 

You gave one final push, and the pain was easing up. Jake’s head whipped to your lower half as the sound of crying now filled the room. 

You took some deep breaths and relaxed your body, but you noticed Jake’s hand was still squeezing yours. You tried to call him, but eyes never once left your baby as the doctors and nurses took them to a small table, bathing your child clean, their little cries getting louder. 

One of the nurses noticed Jake’s stare, her smile growing wide after the other nurses finished wrapping your baby in a blanket. 

“Want to come meet your daughter, dad?” the nurse said. 

Daughter. He had a daughter. 

Jake opens his mouth to speak, hands trembling. 

“Babe,” Jake hears you call to him, “Go meet our daughter.” 

He finally looks down at you, only seeing how big your smile is even after the exhaustion of pushing out a whole human being. 

So he nodded, finally letting go of your hand, and with shaky legs walked over to the table. 

Jake fell to his knees. One look was all it took. One look at his daughter and everything in life made sense. One look and his life finally had even more purpose than before. One look and that sweet baby girl became the center of his world. 

Oh, he was fucked. 

The nurses helped Jake back to his knees, teasing him about being a first-time dad, and encouraged him to hold his baby girl. 

Tears filled Jake’s eyes as he picked her up, her cries finally disappearing the moment she locked eyes with him as if she knew she was safe and sound in the arms of her father. 

The tears fell down his cheeks, smiling big as he let out a soft chuckle, turning to face you as he rocked her in his arms, “She has the Park nose.” 

You let out a small giggle because of course she does. You’ve never heard the end of how people knew you and Jay were related by similar noses. But you were glad she did have the Park nose. 

The longer Jake stared down at his little girl, the more he saw himself in her. Mostly her eyes, the same beautiful brown that he has. 

“We created this,” Jake cried, finally walking back to your side, “We created this beautiful piece of life.” 

You reached for your daughter, Jake slowly and carefully placing her in your arms. And oh the sobs that escaped your mouth. 

She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. She was a spitting image of Jake, with small hints of you. 

Jake pulled a chair up to the bed, sitting as close to you as he could, wrapping his arm over your arms that held your daughter, his thumb grazing the back of your hand. 

Her small eyes looked back at him and gave a small yawn. His heart nearly stopped, mouthing opening and voice speaking before he realized. 

“Hwa Young,” he softly said. 

You didn’t take your eyes off your daughter to know what Jake meant, “Beautiful Little Flower,” you whispered. 

“Beautiful Little Flower,” Jake repeated, his smile growing again. 

“Hwa Young Sim,” you smiled, finally turning to face your boyfriend, “Babe, it’s the perfect name.” 

Jake quickly leaned over to kiss you, not being able to get enough of your lips on his at this moment. Hwa was finally here in both your arms, your little family finally completely together. 

Hwa’s soft yawn had you two pulling away from each other, eyes filling with endearment at how her nose scrunches when she yawns. 

You gently traced your fingers over her face, wanting to outline this moment in memory. 

Jake watched as you did it, eyes going back and forth between you and Hwa. Knowing this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. 

“YN?” 

You looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a smile, “Hmm?” 

“Let’s get married.” 

You stare at him, tears filling his eyes once again as he leaned back in to kiss you more then slowly fell back into his seat. 

“Let’s get married,” Jake repeated again, “Marry me.” 

You cried again, nodding and chanting out strings of “Yes yes yes.” 

This might have been Jake’s happiest moment of his life and knew this happiness was never going to fade. He has you. He has Hwa. He has Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, his older brother, and his parents. There’s nothing else Jake needed. He has it all now. 

You started to ask where your brother was when the door to the hospital room flew open and everyone’s eyes went to the door. 

Jay stood in the doorway, your duffle bag in hand. 

“I came as quickly as I could, Heeseung and Sunghoon are…on the way.” 

You smiled up at your brother as his eyes were locked into Hwa in your arms. 

“Jongseong, my big brother, want to come meet your niece?”  

Jay almost lost his balance, dropping the duffle bag to the floor and gripping to the wall. Jake couldn’t help but laugh. 

“My niece?” Jay’s heart was pounding. He has a niece. He’s an uncle. Oh my god, he has a niece. 

“We’re both fucked, brother,” Jake teased, “We are done for.” 

Jay slowly walked over to your bedside, watching as you slowly lifted his niece up and into his arms. Jake was right, they both were fucked. Because the moment Jay fully held her in his arms and looked into those eyes, he was done for. Jay became putty in this little girl's hands. She has him wrapped around her finger and his entire world. The protection Jay felt for her was on the same level he had for you, and you could see it in his eyes as he held Hwa. That big brother protection spell overflowing onto her. It made you smile, knowing she would be so loved and protected like you are. 

Jay fought to hold back his tears as he rocked her in his arms, “My sweet niece…” 

“Hwa Young Sim,” Jake said with a big smile, “Beautiful Little Flower.” 

Jay chuckled, “It fits her so well…Little Hwa. Oh my god, she has the Park nose.” 

Everyone in the room laughed as Jay continued to coo over Hwa. Kissing her forehead softly and whispering how he’ll be the best uncle for her, to protect her with everything. It made tears swell back into your eyes. 

Jay chuckled again, “She is a spitting image of you, Jake. An exact copy and paste, it’s crazy.” 

Heeseung, Sunghoon, and even Shotaro rounded the corner of the door frame, the three of them immediately crumbling the moment they laid eyes on Hwa. 

Baby girl has only been born for twenty minutes and she already has everyone in the room wrapped around her fingers and falling to their knees. 

“We’re uncles!!” Sunghoon cheered, taking Hwa from Jay. 

Jake and you watched as your parents pulled in one by one, everyone taking turns holding your daughter and showing her all the love she deserves. 

Jake rests his forehead against yours, tangling his fingers around yours, “Baby?” you hummed, “Let’s have another one, ya?” 

‧₊˚✧THE END✧˚₊‧

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[jongst4r]

stay tonight (l. heeseung)

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader || wc: 1.2k || cw: fluff! drunk!heeseung, mentions of alcohol, use of petnames || warnings: none! || a/n: i missed writing for hee, so i thought i’d bring you a little something <3

your phone buzzes well past midnight, the kind of hour where silence feels heavy and the world outside your window has gone still. you squint at the screen, the brightness cutting through the dark like a knife. the moment you see his name — heeseung — your stomach does a little flip. you already know before you even answer.

“hello?” your voice comes out groggy, thick with sleep, but it doesn’t matter. not when it’s him.

“baby, hi…” his voice is thick, slurred at the edges, warm like honey poured over gravel. there’s laughter in the background, the sharp clink of glasses, and then his low, tipsy chuckle, as if the whole situation is one big joke. “i think… i might’ve had a little too much.”

you sigh, already sitting up and tugging a hoodie over your head. the fabric smells faintly of your detergent and his cologne from the last time he wore it. “where are you, hee?”

he tries to answer, words tumbling over each other in a messy rush — something about a bar, someone’s birthday, shots that kept coming. eventually a friend in the background takes the phone and gives you the name and address, their voice apologetic. you thank them quietly, grab your keys, slip on shoes, and head out into the cold night air that bites at your cheeks.

the bar is still crowded when you arrive, neon lights spilling pink and blue across the wet pavement like spilled paint. inside it’s worse — heat rolling off bodies, music pounding low in your chest, the smell of beer and perfume hanging thick. you weave through the crowd, heart beating a little faster until you spot him.

heeseung is slumped in a booth, head tipped back in loud laughter, cheeks flushed a deep rose, dark hair messy from where he’s clearly been running his hands through it all night. his oversized shirt is rumpled, one shoulder slipping down. when his eyes finally catch yours across the room, his whole face lights up like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

“you came,” he says, voice cracking with pure delight as he tries to stand. he nearly trips over his own feet, grinning so wide it makes your chest ache. “you actually came for me.”

“of course i did, dummy,” you reply, half-laughing despite yourself. you slip an arm around his waist before he can stumble again, taking most of his weight. he’s warm, solid, and smells like whiskey and the faint mint of gum he probably chewed earlier. “let’s get you home, hee.”

he leans heavily against you as you guide him out, his head dropping to rest on your shoulder. every few steps he mutters something soft and half-formed — how good you smell, how the streetlights look like blurry stars, how lucky he is, how he doesn’t deserve you. you laugh quietly, adjusting your grip when he sways too much, one hand pressed firmly to his lower back.

“you’re always saving me,” he mumbles into your hair, breath warm. “my hero.”

“someone has to keep you alive,” you tease gently, helping him into the passenger seat.

the car ride is quiet except for the low hum of the engine and him humming off-key to some song only he can hear in his head. his head lolls against the window at first, then slowly turns toward you. his eyes are heavy-lidded but fixed on your profile with that soft, unfocused adoration only drunk heeseung seems to have.

“you’re so pretty, oh my god,” he says suddenly, voice full of wonder like he’s seeing you for the first time. “how are you so pretty? it’s not fair.”

your chest tightens, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the late hour and the exhaustion creeping in. “close your eyes, drunkie. you’re going to make yourself dizzy.”

“can’t,” he protests softly. “too busy looking at you.”

back at his apartment, getting him upstairs takes real effort. he clings to the railing with one hand and you with the other, giggling every time he misses a step. by the time you reach his door, he’s half-draped over your back, arms looped loosely around your shoulders.

inside, he collapses onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, arms spread wide like he’s surrendering to gravity itself. “bed. best invention ever. seriously. whoever invented beds deserves a medal.”

“you’ll feel like death tomorrow if you sleep in your jeans,” you remind him, already tugging at his jacket. he lifts his arms clumsily, still grinning like an idiot.

“help me, baby. please? i’m useless right now.”

you shake your head but smile anyway, peeling off his jacket, then coaxing the shirt over his head. he makes it harder than it needs to be — laughing when the collar gets stuck around his ears, insisting “i can do it myself” before giving up completely and letting you finish. you slip him into soft pajama pants and an old t-shirt that hangs loose on his frame.

once he’s changed, you grab a damp cloth from the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed to wipe his face. you move slowly, gently brushing it across his flushed cheeks, his forehead, the corner of his mouth. his eyes stay on you the whole time, the playful spark fading into something softer, quieter.

“you’re taking such good care of me,” he murmurs, voice low and a little raw. “always do. even when i’m like this.”

“someone has to,” you whisper back, folding the cloth and setting it aside. your fingers move to smooth his messy hair away from his face. the strands are damp with sweat, soft under your touch.

when you reach to tuck the blanket over him, his hand suddenly shoots up and catches yours, pulling it down to rest flat against his chest. his heartbeat is steady and strong beneath your palm, a little faster than usual from the alcohol.

“stay,” he says, almost childlike in how open and vulnerable it sounds. his eyes flutter, fighting to stay open. “don’t leave me alone tonight. please.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” you promise softly, squeezing his hand. you sit beside him until his grip loosens and his breathing starts to even out. you think he’s finally asleep when his voice breaks through the quiet again, smaller this time.

“goodnight, baby… try not to be too mad at me when you wake up.” his words are still slurred, but the smile on his face is gentle, almost shy. his eyes finally drift closed.

you lean down, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, breathing him in — the faint trace of alcohol mixed with his usual warm scent. “goodnight, hee.”

you slide under the blanket beside him, careful not to jostle the bed too much. almost immediately he shifts closer, seeking you out even in sleep. his arm drapes heavily over your waist, pulling you in until your back is pressed to his chest. his body relaxes the second he feels you there, a deep sigh leaving him as his breath evens out against the back of your neck. warm. steady. safe.

you stay awake a little longer than he does, fingers brushing slowly through his hair, tracing light patterns on his arm. the city noise outside is distant, muffled. in here it’s just the two of you — his soft breathing, the faint rise and fall of his chest against you, the way he clings like you’re his anchor.

even though he probably won’t remember half of this tomorrow — the clumsy giggles, the endless compliments, the way he begged you to stay — you know the truth. drunk or sober, messy or put-together, he’s yours. and you wouldn’t trade these late-night rescues for anything.

© jongst4r, 2026

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[heesimp-deactivated20250630]

Stepdad hoon fucks his step daughter EVERYWHERE on his huge yacht while his wife is back at the beach house

something about stepdad!hoon…

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Sunghoon is no stranger to the feeling of your lips littering his neck with kisses while he’s driving his boat. Your mouth tries to distract him from concentrating when it comes to leaving the dock onto open waters, hands trailing down the divots of his chest and abdomen while one of his arms lazily wraps around your waist with his palm on your asscheek.

He squeezes you when the boat anchors in still water. The sun is high and the sky is clear with no interruption for miles on end. Sunghoon’s wife elected not to go out today, instead choosing to tan in the comfort of his ginormous beach house because of sea sickness.

When the two of you make your way onto the dock, Sunghoon pushes you until your body faces the water. He squeezes your hip and softly bites your jawline. You feel his hair tickle your cheek and bite your lip when Sunghoon pushes his bulge against your ass.

“Finally got you all to myself,” he mumbles, trailing his lips down your neck while his right hand cups your pussy over your tiny bikini.

“So hard and we haven’t even done anything.” You giggle and push yourself back against him. Sunghoon shoves his hand further between your legs and forces them apart, making you stumble against his chest. Your feet part slightly while he untied the strings until they fall to the floor.

“Got me hard walking in this bikini, baby. I could see your pussy from a mile away.”

“Don’t you like staring at my pussy?” You turn around and give him doe-eyes, which makes him groan and rush to kiss your warm lips.

“Love it so much,” he mutters against you. His fingers rub your wet slit as he pushes his swimming trunks down to free his cock while he steps out of them.

Sunghoon slots his big, throbbing dick in between your legs until his engorged tip nudges your clit. It makes you gasp and clutch onto the metal railing for balance. He bends his knees just enough to catch the perfect angle and grips your hip as he slowly rocks himself back and forth, grinding his dick between your slick folds.

“Been thinking ‘bout this all damn week,” he moans. “Can’t get enough of you. Love this sexy fucking body.”

“Do you love my body or do you love me?” Sunghoon hears you giggle and watches you arch your back. He leans forward and kisses your lips seductively while pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, and you eagerly lap up the spit that falls from the two of you.

“Love you, baby.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

He squeezes your hips and thrusts himself against your pussy.

“Love that you let me take you like this in public,” he groans while picking up the pace, his fingers digging into your skin. “You’re such a good girl for letting me do whatever I want to you.”

The front of his thighs meet the back of yours as you squeeze your thighs to entrap his huge dick between your legs. It makes him moan and it makes you significantly wetter.

He parts your legs quickly and impales you with his cock without a verbal warning. Your voice seems to echo through the air as your throat rips out one loud, vocal moan that makes Sunghoon grunts deeply behind you. His hips piston in and out of your slick pussy to the point where his cock threatens to disappear from your tight hole because of the brutal pace he’s set.

Your grip on the railing tightens as Sunghoon fucks you harder. You spread both of your feet apart for better balance and Sunghoon follows suit, bending his knees to hammer his hard dick into you until a string of moans erupts from the back of your throat.

“Keep being loud, honey,” he grunts. “No one’s here to catch us fucking. Moan as loud as you want. Let Daddy know how good he’s making you feel.”

“S-So fucking good—ah!!”

The tip catches your cervix and you’re cumming around him instantly. Sunghoon smirks and lets his mouth hang open when you mumble incoherently about how good his cock is, how big he feels, and how much you love it when he makes you cum. His chest fills with warmth when he looks down to see your asscheeks bouncing against his pelvis and your cum painting his dick. It doesn’t take long for him to finish inside of you too, shooting his hot sperm inside of your tight hole the more he keeps thrusting.

It becomes a game that day, too. Sunghoon fucks you on the bench of the dock with your hands and knees above a towel, then takes you to the private quarters to fuck you with his body pressed right on top of yours. You don’t get to tan peacefully in quiet too, because your naked body temps Sunghoon to the point where he’s spreading your legs and licking your pussy like he might never get to do it again after today.

And his wife is none the wiser. The two of you come home after hours of being under the sun with dinner prepared while your bikini bottom hides all of the cum stains he’s left on your pussy.

[hees-mine]

C R U S H - L. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cursing, spanking, multiple orgasms.

Genre: 18+, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,686k+

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“There’s literally no one here,” heeseung says to his friends and takes a drink of his beer.

The party they were currently at was nowhere near as lively as they thought it’d be. Most girls had brought their boyfriends along, and all three of them were having difficulty finding a girl to take home, well, mainly heeseung. His other two friends, Jay and Sunghoon, were fine with just drinking for the night. Unlike heeseung, they didn’t need to fuck every outing. It's not like they’d pass it up if the opportunity presented itself, but they’d sleep perfectly fine without having a random hookup for the night.

“What about y/n?” Jay asked and joined heeseung, taking a drink of his own beer.

“Who?” Heeseung’s brows furrow at the name, not recognizing the owner of it.

“Y/n, she’s over there near the couch at the back,” Jay pointed you out in the crowd with as many people as there were. You still stuck out with your nervous stance.

“Oh,” heeseung nods, eyeing you over. You weren’t too bad, but you definitely wouldn’t have caught his attention if Jay didn’t mention you. “Eh,” he shrugs, not showing any real interest.

“What do you mean, eh?” Sunghoon laughed. “Aren’t you looking for a hookup?” He leans back on the chair he’s sitting on.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t want to work for it,” heeseung explains, drinking from his cup again. “She looks like the type to make me wait for it.” He gathers from looking at you from across the room.

“Well, I don’t know. She did say she had a crush on you, so do with that what you will,” Sunghoon says and leaves it at that.

Heeseung’s interest is now piqued as he raises a brow, taking another look at you. You really weren’t too bad-looking, and he wasn’t gonna be picky tonight. He just really needed his dick wet. “Interesting.” he sets his cup down, not wasting any of his time before leaving his friends behind and approaching you. “Hi,” he says once he reaches you, but apparently, it wasn’t loud enough cause you were still staring off into the distance, unaware of his presence next to you. “I said hi,” he says a bit louder. He can only guess he’s startled you when you turn to him, your eyes wide and a look of fright on your face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he assures with a smile that makes your shoulders relax and your face return to normal.

“O-oh hi,” you reply nervously, not expecting the guy you’ve had a crush on for the past few months to notice you.

“Excuse me if I’m being forward, but I heard from someone that you had a crush on me.” his lips curl into a small smirk. “Is that true?”

“I-“ your words got lost in the moment. He was so handsome, and he was so close to you, and that made you so nervous. Where did he hear that from?

You contemplated lying but decided against it. It was just a crush. Wasn’t it pretty normal to have a crush on your classmate? You think so.

“Don’t be shy,” he smiles, noticing your demeanor while stepping closer to you and resting his hand against the wall behind you. Leaning in further, he looks you in the eyes, purposely trying to make you nervous. “I’d be flattered if you did,” he says softly, trying his best to say everything you’d want to hear so he could get inside of you later tonight.

“I- yes, heeseung, I do,” you say breathlessly, looking up at him like he hung the moon and the stars, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest from the close proximity.

“Really? Is that so pretty?” His left-hand hovers next to your cheek. Within a second, you’re already leaning closer, silently giving him the permission that he was about to ask for.

Softly biting on his lower lip, his palm cradles your cheek his thumb, slowly caressing your skin.

You nodded your head, eyes big and round, as you gave him the softest look he’s ever seen.

“You’re so cute,” he breathes out a laugh, the smirk on his face extending to a smile as he watches you blush all because of him.

“T-thank you,” you muttered, unknowingly staring at his lips.

“So cute I could kiss you.” He adds flirtatiously.

“Please?” You say, completely entranced by him. You’re usually not like this, but it’s Lee heeseung. How could you not melt when he was this close to you and touching you so delicately?

His eyes light up in amusement. So much for you making him wait. You were already giving in to him without him even having to work for it. You must really like him.

With no further words, he leans in his forehead, touching yours as he closes the distance between the two of you, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

He leans back, eyes fluttering open, watching as you chase after his lips for more, and he just chuckles at your eagerness.

His hand lowers, opening to hold you by the neck, his fingers slightly pressing on the sides as he eyes you with hooded lids and a look full of desire. “I want you alone. Do you want that too?” he says, bending down, his lips hovering over yours as his hot breath fans your flushed face. “Hmm, pretty?”

“Yes,” you almost whine when the words leave your lips, and you’re already too far gone, arousal coursing throughout your entire body as he begins to lead you to the empty bathroom, locking the door behind you two.

Before you can have a thought, he’s kissing you, his hands holding firmly onto your waist as he transitions from your bottom to top lip nibbling here and there as he drops his hands to your ass, kneading the flesh. His teeth clash against yours in the rushed kiss, your hot breaths mingling with his as you struggle to find a place to put your hands, too overwhelmed by his touch. “Do you want me?” He asks when he leans back for a breather, his hands exploring all over your body.

You put your hands on his pecs, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, I want you.” With that, he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink, his hand on the middle of your back, making you arch for him.

His left-hand squeezes your hip as he presses himself against you, allowing you to feel his bulge. “Ahh heeseung.” You moan at the feeling and grip onto the sink, watching everything unfold in the mirror In front of you.

He ruts himself against you, giving you just a preview of what’s to come. You can feel just how hard his dick is, even through the material of your clothing.

Looking in the mirror in front of him, he smirks as he watches you fall apart for him, and he’s barely even touched you.

Your mouth is slightly open, letting out small pants, your forehead creased, and your brows drawn together, your expressions ever-changing just from the feeling of his dick pressed on your ass.

You carelessly push your hips back against him rubbing your ass on his crotch. “Fuck” he groans, eyes rolling back in his head as his right-hand takes hold of your hip.

He lowers his hands, grabbing the hem of your short skirt and bunching it around your waist to reveal the lavender pair of lacy panties that hid underneath. His tongue swipes at his bottom lip as he stares at your ass clad in his favorite color.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you put it on just for him.

“You’re beautiful, baby.” Turning your head around, you look back at him, biting your lip seductively as you continue to rotate your hips on bulge.

There’s a half smirk on his lips as he watches you impatiently rubbing yourself on him. “Naughty girl,” he lands a light smack on your ass, and you moan, eyes fluttering shut as you throw your head back in pleasure. “Like that?” He spanks your other side, earring another gasp-like moan from you.

He grips the flesh of your ass, squeezing it in his large hands, holding you firmly against the counter, making it to where you can’t move anymore. You had fun. Now, it was his turn.

He rolls his hips into you, letting you feel every inch of his length. Within a few seconds, he grew impatient, quickly moving his hands from your ass to his belt, unbuckling it faster than he’s ever had.

A curse is muttered behind you and you hide a giggle watching him in the mirror struggling to take his bottoms off.

He quickly pulls his zipper down, grabbing the waistband of his pants and underwear, hurriedly dropping them just beneath his kneecaps.

He releases a deep sigh as he frees himself from the confines of his pants. His hands encircle your stomach as he slots his length between your ass cheeks. “Shit,” he hisses, rubbing his hard pulsing cock against the lacy underwear you were wearing. “Want me to put it in?” He teases, pulling back your underwear just enough to slot his dick inside them.

“Fuck” you moaned, feeling his cock rubbing against your bare ass. “Please, hee,” you begged for him. It was beginning to be too much for you.

You needed him inside you as soon as he approached you earlier.

“Hee?” He cocks his brow making eye contact with you in the mirror with a smirk on his face.

You looked down, feeling slightly embarrassed about the nickname you had given him.

“I like that. Call me that again.” his words and the tone of his husky voice were all it took to make you moan the nickname yet again.

Satisfied with the way his nickname rolls off your tongue, he pulls your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. “You’re so soaked,” he says, enamored with the way your cunt drips with arousal. He gathers up the clear stringy arousal with the tip of his cock and runs his shaft along your swollen pussy lips coating his aching shaft with your wetness.

“Fuck me, hee” Your legs quivered with anticipation, your walls clenching around nothing in desperate need to be fucked and filled up by his big thick cock.

“You need me that bad baby?” His voice is low, a hint of curiosity behind it.

“I need you so bad,” you whimper softly.

“Me too” he guides his wet tip to your hole easing in slowly, pushing in inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed himself in your warm wet cunt. “Oh fuck” his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

A lewd moan of his name hangs in the air as he takes a minute for both of you to get used to the feeling.

“Oh god,” the words come out shakily as he withdraws himself from your heat and then pushes back in, taking your breath away as he fills you to the brim for the second time.

“Mmph fuck” The stretch was out of this world. He was so deep inside you, stuffing you so full you could feel him in every inch of your walls.

“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it? Squeezing on me so fucking tight, baby” his hands find your hips once again, holding you in place as he fucks your cunt at a steady rhythm.

“So good.” Nibbling on your bottom lip, you shut your eyes to focus on the way his tip is hitting your cervix each time.

The image of you taking all his inches turns him immensely, and he can’t control the way his hips gradually speed up until they're loudly clapping against your ass.

“So fucking tight” Your walls get even tighter as the words leave his lips, and he feels a chill run up his spine. Your pussy is making him feel the most pleasure he’s ever felt. Your walls were so fucking tight and warm. “Feels so good.”

The sound of your sticky arousal joined the mix of soft moans and low grunts, his thighs plopping against yours as your wetness sticks to his abdomen, the stringy substance drawing your bodies back together with every thrust.

You made the mistake of looking up at him. The sight of him staring down at his dick slipping in and out of you turned you on beyond anything you could even comprehend.

His eyes were glazed over with want, and the need to cum was fueling every thrust.

Your legs went limp as you braced yourself on the counter, your head dropping between your shoulders. You caught view of his cock fucking into you, his heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. The sight was absolutely sinful, but you can’t deny that it made you wetter. You were on the verge of reaching the point of no return. “You like huh?” He sped up his thrust, wildly bucking his hips as he reached forward in search of your clit, finding it with ease and circling the bead of flesh.

“Heeseung,” you whimpered, legs trembling as you held the sink for dear life. He was fucking into you so fast you saw stars. “Ugh fuck heeseung, I’m c-cumming” you mewled, eyes rolling behind your eyelids as you threw your head back, relinquishing yourself to the pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he dug his fingertips into your waist, unrelenting with his deep strokes. “That’s it cum on my dick, y/n,” he groans, pumping his cock into the deepest parts inside you.

He kept rubbing your clit even after you came making you orgasm back to back your walls clamped down on him so tightly he could barely fuck into you, but he kept his fast pace, forcing his stiff cock past your tight entrance. “Hee,” your voice vibrates, your mind and body taken over with nothing but pleasure. You succumb to everything he gives you, enjoying every last ounce of it.

“Look at me when I cum in you, want to see that pretty face.” You do your best to lift your head and lock your eyes with him in the mirror. “Fuck” he huffs out. “That’s it. Keep looking at me while I fuck you,” he grunts, his thighs burning from the intensity with which he’s fucking you. “So beautiful with my cock deep inside y-you,” he stutters, his voice going out as his cock begins to twitch.

He wraps his hand around your throat, holding your head up, your body bouncing from the force he’s using to fuck your pussy. “Y/n.” With one final groan of your name, he finds his release, spilling his hot seed in your clenching hole.

His hand is still rubbing circles on your clit. The warmth of his cum mixed with the sensitivity from your previous orgasms, makes you cum yet again. You convulse around him, creaming his long cock for the third time tonight, mewling softly as his searing length massages your walls and slowly brings you down from your high.

“Shit,” he swallows, coating his dry throat as he collapses above you, his chest rising and falling with every short breath he takes. He hugs his arms around your midsection, slowly rolling his hips until you’ve milked him completely dry. His cock throbs faintly in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

He squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenched tightly. The sensitivity is far too much for him to handle, but yet he can’t stop moving inside you. He stayed buried in your cunt cause it felt way too good for him to pull out so soon.

You shook beneath him, your body completely spent but also completely satisfied.

You could feel his heart beating against your back as you both tried to regulate your breathing back to normal.

After a few moments, he stood up, returning to his earlier position and slowly pulling out of you with a soft hiss as your walls release him and his dick plops out of you.

With a pleased smile, he watched his cum leaking out from your hole, softly spanking your ass and jiggling it with his palm.

Haphazardly, he pulls his pants up, buckling his belt and reaching for some tissue to wipe you as clean as he can. Once he’s done, he tosses the used tissue into the trash.

You gave him a tired smile as a silent thank you while standing up on wobbly legs and reaching for your bottoms, pulling them up, and rolling your skirt back to its original place.

You checked yourself in the mirror, making sure you were presentable before turning to him. “So…” you start out awkwardly, using this opportunity to try and get closer with him. “C-could I have your number?” You curse yourself out mentally for stuttering. You just had sex with him, yet you were still so nervous around him.

You dropped your head with embarrassment, staring at the tiles on the floor while you waited for his answer.

“No,” he answers swiftly and turns to walk out of the bathroom after running his fingers through his hair.

Your head shot up at his answer. “W-what?” You reply with clear confusion on your face, and a tinge of hurt quickly makes it’s way into your heart.

“Cause,” he turned his head, looking back at you in his peripheral vision. “I’m not the one with the crush.” You saw his lips curl into a smirk before he walked out the door.

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

part 2

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warnings: curse words (and some of the boys are really cruel to yn :()

↬ Lee Heeseung  (이희승)

"Please, can we talk about it tomorrow?" Heeseung groans as he slumps down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He really doesn't want to get mad at you at such late hour but he can't help it when you keep talking his ear off from the moment that he's walked into your shared apartment. "I'm dead tired, just let it go for now, okay?"

"I'm not sleeping with you today," you scoff, not even daring a look at him so that he doesn't notice the tears of frustration that have started brimming in your eyes.

You've just found out from one of Heeseung's friends that he's been out with his ex for almost the entire day. Without telling you a word about it. Normally, you weren't the jealous type as you trust your boyfriend with your whole heart. But after hearing that he's been having the time of his life with the girl that once had broken his heart, while you were at home waiting for him to come back, your thoughts drifted onto a completely different track.

"Why? Fuck, so what that I saw her today?' He exclaims, slapping his thighs with a breathless laugh. "Nothing happened! She just wanted to talk, YN! Talk. Stop trying to turn it into something that it's not."

"Then why didn't you even bother telling me that you were meeting her?" You ask, involuntarily letting yourself get emotional and raising your voice as well. "Who even does shit like that?"

"I just didn't think it would matter so much to you, it's all. I thought you trusted me a little more!"

"So you're saying that if I were to hang out with my ex and didn't tell you anything about it, you'd be fine with it?" You snort when he nods his head. "Alright, yeah. Watch out cause I almost believed you."

"God, you're just like her! Why would I ever think of cheating on you with her when the two of you are exactly alike?" Heeseung ignores the hurt look on your face and keeps on talking nonsense, fueled up by anger. "Both have trust issues. Both are ridiculously jealous. Both are way too clingy for anybody to bear. Fucking twins!"

You laugh in disbelief as you stand up from the couch. "Why are we even in this relationship if I'm so fucking unlovable to you?"

"Good question," he quietly murmurs.

You don't bother to wait for his apology or pleads for you to stay as you know he's way too deep in his anger to even start acknowledging your feelings now. You don't even have the strength to slam the door, so you just quietly let them shut behind you as you walk out on the dark street.

↬ Park Jay (박종성)

You cross your arms over your chest, watching as your boyfriend finishes getting dressed for work. He said he would take the day off today but he obviously forgot to do so and now is leaving you hanging on an another empty promise.

"You're twisting my words! I just said you promised you would stay with me today, that's all."

"Well and I said I forgot! End of story," Jay grumbles at you, dismissing you with a wave of his hand. "Whatever, I don't have time for this right now."

"You never do!" You raise your voice involuntarily and turn your face away as you feel the tears gathering in your eyes. How could he forget? "Not even once have I ever been prioritized while being in a relationship with you! And it's not like you even have anything important to do today!"

"We're not having this conversation again," he laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers through his hair. "My boss called me and said he needs my help. Of course my job is gonna come first in a situation like that, YN! After all this time, I thought you'd be more understanding."

"Yeah, it's just there are days where I want to be put first for a change. It's not like I ask you for that every week!"

You can't help but let the tears drop down your cheeks, failing to hide your emotions for any longer. You're right, though. Jay knows it too. You never complained about his work or asked him to take the day off, unless the date was important to you. It's just too bad he was too much in his own head to think about it for a little longer.

"I can always take the day off next week!" Jay says with a roll of his eyes. "And, god, why do you always have to cry?"

"Because it's my fucking birthday, you asshole," you breathe out in a broken voice before standing up from the bed.

Jay's eyes almost double in their size as he lets your words repeat in his mind. Birthday. It's your birthday. He tries to grab your wrist as you walk past him but you jerk it away from him.

"YN, I-"

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You rush out of the bedroom. Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you slide to the ground and bury your head in your hands, finally letting out the sob that's been weighting on your throat throughout the entire morning. 

↬ Sim Jake (심재윤)

As you walk out of the restaurant angrily, you dial Jake's number. It's been fourth time you've been stood up by him like that, sitting completely embarrassed and alone at the table reserved for two. Jake was supposed to meet you here forty minutes ago and while at first you waited patiently for him, knowing his schedule is rather tight, after half and hour of having your calls not answered, you started losing your cool.

"Hi, baby. What's up?" You hear his cheerful voice from the other side of the phone.

"Nothing much besides the fact that I've been stood up by my boyfriend once again this week," you reply in a rather passive aggressive manner as you open the door of your car. "How was your day, babe?"

Jake keeps silent for a second or two before a groan leaves his throat. "Fuck, it completely slipped out my mind. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," you nearly growl, starting your car. You curse quietly when the engine stutters and chokes but doesn't want to start by the first two times. "I waited forty minutes for you, jackass."

"Shit, are you still there? Just wait a little more and I'll be there soon, I promise."

You scoff loudly. "You've got some nerve, I'll give you that, Jake."

You can hear him sigh heavily and you can just picture how he's pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment. "Can you stop that? I already apologized. I'm sorry that I have to work."

"Oh, you're very welcome." You grit your teeth, keeping your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you drive out of the parking lot. "Would it really kill you to remember about me even once?"

"YN, you're not being fair right now," he says and you know he's pushing himself to his limits to not raise his voice at you. "Look, one of us has to actually make some money. I can't keep my head wrapped around everything."

"Oh, yeah? So you're at work right now?"

He stutters slightly. Got him. "Well, no I-"

"Jake, are you coming, man?"

Hearing Heeseung's voice shouting on the other line makes your fingers clench on the wheel tightly. You breathe in sharply and let out a short laugh. "Good to know what your priorities are, Jake."

"No, wait, I'm-"

You interrupt him again before ending the call, "Don't bother."

↬ Park Sunghoon (박성훈)

You breathe out in relief when you hear the familiar sound of Sunghoon's car pulling up on the driveway. He hasn't been answering any of your calls since the afternoon and you really started getting worried. You've been arguing with each other throughout the couple past weeks and you took notice of how distanced he's become towards you. You've attempted to fix that but it's a really hard task to do with your boyfriend being as stubborn as he is.

"Oh my god, I was so worried about you," you say the second when Sunghoon walks into your house. "Where have you been?"

He only nods his head at you in acknowledgement and toes his shoes off wordlessly. You frown slightly at his sudden muteness and put the sizzling pan aside.

"I made you dinner, figured you'd be hungry," you start again and only get disappointed when he dismisses you curtly.

"I'm not."

Pressing your lips together, you nod your head slightly before following him to the living room and taking a seat next to him, not close enough to irk him any further though. The two of you sit in silence, mindlessly watching the random channel that Sunghoon played. He has his arms folded on his chest and you wonder what went so wrong that he suddenly turned so cold towards you.

So you try again, speaking with a soft voice. "Why didn't you answer my calls today?"

You feel your whole body tensing when he lets out a groan. "Cause I didn't want you distracting me."

"Okay, what the hell is up with you, Hoon? Why the attitude?" You ask, turning away from the TV screen to look at your boyfriend's frowned up face.

You don't miss the roll of his eyes as he clicks his tongue. "For fuck's sake, if I knew you'd be this needy today, I would've stayed out longer."

You try not to show how much his words hurt you but the look on your face tells him a completely different story. You clear your throat and decide on voicing the thought that's made itself way too comfortable in your mind during the past few weeks. "Sometimes I just feel like you don't love me anymore."

"Well, maybe I would've loved you a little more if you stopped being so clingy. Seriously, fifteen calls, YN! Who the hell does that?"

Silence. His hurtful words linger in the air heavily and you both say nothing. You avoid his eyes, lips slightly trembling from the heartbreak. Sunghoon still says nothing as you stand up from the couch and leave the room in a rush.

↬ Kim Sunoo (김선우)

"Do you even hear yourself? Why would she be lying?" Sunoo shouts at you as he crosses his arms defensively.

You're gripping the edge of your sleeve tightly, trying to prevent yourself from raising your voice as well. Even though you're keeping cool, his words and accusations stab your heart with dozens of needles. Having your boyfriend believing his friend rather than you has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

"And why would I be lying?" You ask, glaring him down. "Why would I, your girlfriend, lie about my whereabouts? For fun?"

He scoffs at you,. "Well, you didn't tell me you were hanging out with Sunghoon, did you?"

"No, because I wasn't hanging out with him, we just stumbled upon each other on my way back," you explain calmly as you clench your sleeve even tighter from frustration. "We literally talked for five minutes."

"That's not what what I've heard."

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. "Yeah, cause what else would a person that's been in love with you for two years tell you?" You can't really help the sarcastic tone that's sneaked itself into your speech and you can see it only irks Sunoo more as he nearly scowls at you.

But all that you've said is the truth. Since the beginning of your relationship, you've noticed his best friend's spiteful looks thrown your way along with the heart-eyes directed at Sunoo. You've kept quiet for all this time, not saying a word even when he ditched you for her or made plans without your knowing. But this, this is just too much for you.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he has the audacity to laugh at you.

"No, Sunoo, it hurts me, you know?" You finally let all of your feelings that have been crumpled inside you for all these years. "Do you ever even try to acknowledge my feelings when you hang out with her?"

"Don't turn this on me right now. And I'm not allowed to have female friends now? What kind of a girlfriend even are you?"

You get up from his bed and scoff at him. "And what kind of a boyfriend accuses his girlfriend of cheating while he sneaks out without her knowledge to meet up with his best friend?"

With that, you turn on your heel and leave his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

↬ Yang Jungwon (양정원)

"That's not what friends do, YN! Are you even listening to me?"

"I am but you're being ridiculous!" You bite back at your boyfriend, walking back from a lunch with your best friend.

Throughout the entire meal she's been throwing jabs and snarly remarks at you, and although you've already grown used to her attitude, Jungwon just couldn't let that slide. He thinks it's illogical that someone you've been calling your friend for such a long time, would act so mean and nearly insulting towards you.

"I don't understand how can you let her speak to you that way," he breathes out in disbelief. "I wanted to spit in her face after an hour of talking to her, why do you let her do this to you all the time?"

"Because she's my best friend, Won!" You try to stay your ground as you dig into your purse, looking for your keys. "That's just how she is. I've learnt not to take any offence in that. You shouldn't either."

"I just care about you, so forgive me for not liking it when someone insults my girlfriend!"

You sigh, feeling tired from the night and the ongoing argument. "I know you do but I don't see it that way. She's just rough around the edges, that's all."

"Of course you don't see it. All you need is constant validation. You just can't live with the thought of somebody not liking you. You'd let a stranger walk all over you only if it meant you had gotten his approval. That's not fucking healthy, YN!"

"How can you even say that to me? Why would you-," you stop yourself from engaging in this conversation and slump your shoulders with resignation. "I don't wanna do this anymore."

Jungwon sends you a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I just want to be alone right now," you say and Jungwon can clearly hear the exhaustion in your tone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me back."

↬ Nishimura Riki (西村 力)

The moment that you hear the door slamming, you sigh as you realize it's one of these days again. For the past week or so, Niki has been coming home frustrated beyond words but not even once has he said what was bothering him. Sure, you've tried to intervene and ask him what's was it all about but he always dismissed you quickly. It hurts you to think that maybe he doesn't trust you enough to confide in you like that.

"Hi," you greet him as you stand up from the couch. You walk over to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt of hugging him but only get disappointed when you feel his body tense up. You pull away and look at him pointedly. "Another bad day?"

Niki hums and moves away from you, going into the direction of the kitchen. You follow him, feeling worried for him as you know he has the tendencies of bottling up his emotions inside.

"Wait! Don't ignore me again," you scolded him slightly, forcing yourself to stay calm and speak with the soft tone. You grab him by his forearm. "Niki?"

"Let go of me," he breathes out, voice heavy and your heart screams at the thought of him deciding to struggle with all of it by himself again.

You do as he asks and free his arm instantly. "Okay. Just talk to me, please?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Yn!" He snaps at you and runs his hand through his hair. "Stop pressing me!"

"No, you always keep acting like everything's fine when it's clearly not! I don't want you to keep it all to yourself. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about stuff like that," you explain, trying to keep him on your side. "I want to help you!"

"I don't need your help, though!" He scowls, sending you a sharp look. "If I knew you'd be sticking your nose into my business the second I walked through the door, I wouldn't even bother coming back."

"Hey, that's so cruel and uncalled for, Niki," you gasp slightly, feeling his words pulling at your heart again. "You're my boyfriend, of course I care about you! I hate seeing you like that but you just won't let me understand what's going on with you!"

"Are you my psychiatrist or my girlfriend? Jesus, I'm not in the mood for that right now," he sighs heavily and walks past you straight for the door.

"No, wait!" You call after him but you're too late and he's already slamming the door behind his back.

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[heartandfangs]

I OWE YOU— PART THREE.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, BestFriend!Heeseung, Heavy Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (if you squint)

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jayeun, f!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Arguing, Cursing, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Jealousy, Implied one-sided feelings, Unresolved/hurt feelings, Flirting, Slight slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual inexperience, Sexual tension, Anxiety, Fantasizing, Brief mention of blood and alcohol, Accidental flashing, m!Masturbation, f!Receiving Oral sex, Breast worship, Spit play, Finger sucking, Hand kink, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Underwear kink, Consecutive clit orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Light degradation, Food Play, Cum eating, Implied aftercare, Switch!Jake, Switch!Reader WORD COUNT 8.7k

SUMMARY What’s life like when an aloof girl with a grumpy streak and a guy who’s the human personification of charm become roommates?

In which a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips turns into more than you bargained for from your playboy roommate.

Lucky you if you like strawberries and cream; if not that's okay because playboy Jake does. I needed to show Heeseung some love, so he makes an appearance in a little suggestive scene. He's also the perfect sweetheart when Jake's being a little sour patch.

As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more. ⚰️ (If you get the quid pro quo reference I'm snickering)

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Jake had broken his number one rule– no kissing. 

He’d upheld it for the longest time, ever since that incident.

Unfortunately, he was already feeling the repercussions of breaking his most important rule. 

He’d thrown all self-control out the window when you suddenly called him out on his bullshit, deceiving you in order to gain your attention. It just had to be right after you unexpectedly expressed such a vulnerable side of yourself in front of him; an asshole move on his part.

Although, he’d sensed if anyone would’ve challenged his lifestyle; it’d be you. When you had yanked him close by the collar and questioned his pattern of living. When you seemingly expressed you wanted nothing to do with his proposal of sex– and yet managed to come to a momentary compromise that only left him wanting more of you.

The taste of you sealed his fate.

When he nearly kissed you he knew he was at his tipping point– the fact that you’d driven him to that meant trouble and he felt pulled in two opposite directions. The need to choose between the two– no strings attached and the desire for commitment– seemed like impending doom, and that was as terrifying as it was strange. He still didn’t know how he’d react when he'd come face to face with you the next morning, no escape from your presence as his roommate.  

Once you disappeared behind your door, Jake gave into his urges. He shoved his shirt over his abdomen and slid his hand down the front of his waistband to tug at his leaking cock. His vision blurred as he wrapped his fingers around the base of it; the familiar weight felt hot and heavy within his hand– the same one that still had the heady scent of your cum on it.

His pace quickly delved into an irregular rhythm as he chased his high; absolutely soaked to the touch from putting you in such a state.

Fuck, he already felt like an even bigger mess than you had looked when you came on his fingers, your sweet pussy gushing uncontrollably. It tore him up from the inside.

He wished you had stayed, pulled him down hard against your trembling body, and felt him up through his sweatpants. Let him slide in between your tight bare thighs until he came onto your stomach with a deep groan.

Or maybe change your mind and allow him to fuck you into the cushions while you dug your nails into his back, your insides tightening around his bare cock, milking him dry completely.

Jake being all too familiar with post-nut clarity knew that after coming down from your high, you would probably choke him out before he even got the chance to think about taking you like that.

Jake’s lower lip slipped between his teeth to stifle a moan.

Fuck, I wish.

You were just down the hall and he wondered if you’d fallen asleep or were listening to him as he furiously got himself off. Why did he suddenly feel shy about letting you hear his moans when he was so unabashedly loud during countless other nights spent with girls? Especially when he was groaning in your ear just moments before, demanding that you call his real name while you came. 

Maybe it’s because in your absence he knew you didn’t really want him that way– not in the way he wanted you.

Unrequited feelings… When has that ever been an issue for him?

He didn’t want to think about the drastic change in your shared dynamic. Would you ignore him the next morning and act like nothing happened? Would he be okay with that– He’d have to be, right? After all, it’s not like you two had an agreement...

Jake’s head lolled back against the couch; he was panting as his hands worked at his stiff cock, twisting at just the right angle and kneading his swollen balls, wishing it was you ruining him instead. He imagined your hands on him, his thighs spread wide, and every muscle in his body tensed with hot pleasure. 

Jaeyun…

The agonizing fantasy of you bouncing on his lap with that beautifully spellbound expression of yours, insides squeezing his cock while your hands wrapped around his throat sent him over the edge. He fisted his cock rapidly, desperate for his release, but more so for your presence.

Jake's hips canted up into his tight grip as his orgasm overwhelmed his mind and body with sweet, fleeting pleasure, his cum staining his sweat-slickened skin.

His tongue darted out to taste iron on his lips; he’d bitten them so hard to keep from making a sound, but your name was like a desperate chant in his thoughts.

He hadn’t jerked himself off in a while, usually didn’t have to. An odd sense of shame overcame him; Jake hoped you were fast asleep, but he was far from sated. After all, how embarrassing was it for a fuck boy to finally get a taste of his own medicine?

There were three things your body immediately craved upon waking;

One: A shower.

Two: Food.

Three: …

You kicked off your covers and sat up to press your forehead against your palm; refusing to acknowledge the third desire– which happened to be the strongest craving of them all and involved a certain somebody.

Having fallen asleep completely nude last night, you shivered and reached for your phone to check the time. You had about an hour before Jake came home from his morning run. Great, plenty of time to take care of your basic human needs and craft your perfect plan to avoid him for the rest of your life.

No, you were not being dramatic.

You were quick to throw your soiled laundry into the washing machine and hop into the shower to scrub down, washing away all remnants of the night’s activities. Steam rolled off your body as you frantically lathered your hair and rinsed off. You hissed upon brushing your fingers over your breasts, and to your horror realized they were sore and tender due to Jake’s merciless treatment. 

You slapped your cheeks before your thoughts could roam.

Stop thinking about him!

Next, you planned to make a snack and then lock yourself in your room. Or would it be better to slip out of the house and run some grocery errands while Jake was still out? Your brain spun with the memories of Jake, or rather Jaeyun… 

Jaeyun. You hadn’t known that he even had a given name. 

You gulped nervously at the memory of him whispering sweet nothings into your ear while his deft fingers massaged your aching clit. The fact that he let you kiss him, and the way he kissed you back, and didn't let up until you forced him.

You shut off the shower and stepped out to glance at yourself in the mirror and take a breath; you hadn't given yourself a chance to really understand what had happened earlier that night.

Eyes honing in on a faint red mark across your throat; you distinctly remember Jake scraping his teeth against your skin when you came, his name on your lips. Your fingers ran over your throat.

You’d have to act normal if you ran into him. Act like nothing happened, even though much more had than you initially counted on. The favor he owed you was way overpaid for, and that was that.

You needed something to ground you– and you knew just the person to call.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you shuffled your damp feet on the bathroom mat to dry off. You slipped on your slippers before collecting your laptop from your desk and heading into the kitchen. Warily, you eyed the time on the screen.

50 minutes to spare, doing good.

Haphazardly, you set up your laptop on the counter then pulled up a screen to call a friend who dubbed you two birds of a feather. While the call rang you quickly switched to another window to play some music on low, then you turned around to search the kitchen for the ingredients to make one of your favorite snacks. 

“...Hey, ___.”

“Hey, Hee!” You called over your shoulder, reaching in the back of the fridge for the container of strawberries and tub of greek yogurt. They both felt light in your hands, nearly empty as you slid both ingredients onto the counter and opened up the pantry. “How are you?”

“...I’m well, just enjoying my morning, lounging in bed for once.”

“Oh. Did the studio have you cancel dance classes for the time being?” You snatched up the brown sugar, a couple of bowls, and picked out a spoon. You quickly got to mixing, swaying slightly to the music.

“Yeah, temporarily since something pretty bad is going around and over half the students got sick just last week. I’m feeling fine, luckily,” he reassured, “As much as I love teaching and interacting with them, time-off is great when I can get it.”

Your friend was not the biggest socialite, but you just knew he was popular among his students. After all, he wasn’t that much older than them being their instructor, and he was an incredibly talented performer.

“Good, your rest is well deserved. And I get that, I have a similar ultimatum at my place right now, trying to avoid getting sick,” you didn’t mention how your roommate was in objection to it.

“That’s smart… and that’s also too bad.”

“Why?”

The sharp scent of greek yogurt contrasting the sweet aroma of brown sugar filled your nostrils; the dip would be divine when eaten with strawberries.

“Since I have some time off, I’d have liked to hang out with you.”

Surprise flitted across your features.

“Really? I’m not sure some of your students would like that–”, You began but your towel unraveled and nearly fell past your waist to the floor due to you rummaging around.

“Christ,” you caught what you could with your flailing limbs. You deposited the bowl and spoon down on the counter, then gathered the towel to retuck the fabric around your chest.

You heard a small chuckle come from him. “You do know your camera is on, right?”

Your eyes bulged as you scrambled to minimize the music streaming app to pull up the call screen that revealed your towel-clad body in the corner window. Heeseung wore an amused expression that he was trying to cover up by hiding his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Oh my god,” you slammed the button to cut off your webcam.

The door to the apartment clicked open, and you flinched.

No. This wasn’t supposed to be happening; according to your calculations, you had plenty of time left until Jake was supposed to get back. Did he go out for a run earlier than usual?

Jake entered the flat, particularly breathless and flush in the face; however, his usual bright disposition was replaced with a rather stoic expression. Until his sights landed on you.

He looked just as shocked to see you, for different reasons. You watched him slowly take in your figure.

Your heart slammed in your chest as you fought the urge to grab your laptop and run back into your room– but you forced yourself to simply breathe. 

Remember to act normal.

In a millisecond, you turned your webcam back on just to have Heeseung’s presence distract you from Jake’s sudden appearance. “Hey Heeseung, I’m– I’m sorry you had to see that,” your eyes were glued to the screen as you noticed Jake’s silhouette go still in your peripheral vision.

Then Heeseung heard the door slam shut off-screen; you jumped, shooting an apologetic look at him. 

Heeseung opened his mouth and then hesitated, eyes looking off to the side. Then they snapped back to his webcam, as though he were looking you in the eye, a mischievous smile gracing his face.

“Don’t be. You’re beautiful,” he said.

Your surroundings faded at that moment; Heeseung’s brown eyes seemed to have grown a shade darker than before. When the start of a snarky response died in your throat, Heeseung gave you a wink.

All you could feel was heat, in your cheeks, across your neck, everywhere.

“I—“

“What are you making to eat?”

You were thankful for the change in conversation, “Strawberries and this amazing brown sugar cream my mother used to make. She usually used sour cream, but Greek yogurt is the more healthy version, I suppose.”

Anxiety controlled your every move, no thanks to Heeseung pulling a fast one on you and Jake stalking about the room somewhere.

You heard the padding of shoes approaching, then the sound of the fridge opening.

Frantic, you focused on Heeseung as he leaned back against his headboard, his dark, messy hair cascading over his eyes. The curve of his neck stood out more, as did his collarbone peeking out from under his shirt on display. Your breath caught at how alluring he looked despite probably just having woken up.

Feeling embarrassed for being caught by him in a towel let alone in the nude was an understatement, but you tried to roll with it.

“Strawberries and cream sound delicious.”

You replied too quickly, “I’ll make some next time we hang out.”

He hummed in approval, “I’d love that.”

An all too familiar hand abruptly reached around your waist to steal one of your strawberries, causing you to stumble backward into the man you most wanted to avoid. You stiffened, overwhelmed by his familiar scent– a fresh aroma with a subtle underlying layer of sweet musk and sweat. All Jake. 

His warm hand on the small of your back steadied you, but you felt apprehensive at his touch. Unbeknownst to you, Jake took note of the way your chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. 

“Did you finish the Greek yogurt?” Jake’s eyes darted to the screen of your laptop, then he dipped the strawberry into the bowl of cream you’d been overmixing.

“I did,” you turned, eyes flickering up to read his face. 

Sweat trickled down his temples and the fluttering pulse at his neck; he looked like he pushed himself harder than usual. You really hadn’t counted on speaking to him so soon and you could already sense the change in your interactions; would he be indifferent?

Jake bit into the strawberry, his tongue catching the juice and cream on his bottom lip. 

The way that same tongue laved around your aching breasts, drawing heated moans from your throat. To your dismay, your nipples hardened against your towel.

“Not a bad combo,” He murmured, tossing the stem into the sink. Just before brushing by you, his eyelids lowered as he took you in from head to toe– sending you a heated look that left your mouth agape.

You heard Heeseung snort.

Recover. This fucker is gonna give Heeseung the wrong idea!

Once Jake disappeared around the corner, you turned back to your laptop.

“My roommate is on a bender,” you shook your head, leaning on your palm, “Our quarantine deal is driving him a bit crazy.”

“Right... What about you? How are you feeling?” His voice was rather terse. 

Oh boy, I’m going to have to set things straight with these two.

“Fine. It’s not that drastic of a change for me. I guess,” you drummed your nails against the counter, “It’d be nice to hang out once the flu season blows over, hopefully soon.”

Heeseung fell quiet for a moment.

“I wouldn’t mind trying out one of those speakeasies you always talk about.”

Your head shot up, “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean if they’re as intimate and chill, as you describe them, I’m down. You know me.”

You were tickled that he remembered when you shared about your solo speakeasy adventures with him on your last call. Despite your jittery nerves, warmth bloomed in your chest at the possibility of him joining you. Company could be bothersome at times, but you knew Heeseung would make your night with his jokes and teasing.

You glanced down and felt a smile pull at your lips, “I’ll send you a calendar invite then. I know a lowkey one with an incredible interior downtown; you’ll love it. A Saturday evening work for you?”

“Yeah, I think I can spare a few brain cells for one night if it's with you. Hey, ___?”

“Yes?”

“Wait for me okay? We’ll talk soon," he watched you nod.

“Of course,” you watched him sign off, struck by his… you couldn’t place a finger on it.

This conversation with Heeseung left you feeling desired, somehow. You felt grateful he handled that embarrassing moment between you two with grace and humor. And to top it off he called you beautiful.

I’ll be damned. 

Heeseung seemed pretty conservative all along, when he wasn’t performing a sultry number that gave you butterflies that is. You always considered dancers to be like actors in a way, and he always put on a show.

While Heeseung was an incredibly patient guy and seemed to have a knack for teasing you, he was also sharp; you wondered if he’d have the capacity to handle Jake and his mischief. Hopefully, you’d never have to find out.

Gathering your bowls of cream and strawberries onto a plate while tucking your laptop under the crook of your arm, you headed into the hallway to hibernate in your bedroom. You tossed the laptop onto your bed and then set down your plate, glancing into the empty restroom across the hallway. Steam covered the mirrors and the scent of Jake’s shampoo filled the air. He must’ve retreated back to his room after rinsing off.

You sure left him high and dry last night, didn't you? Part of you felt a little regretful, but then again, you didn't owe him a thing.

You got dressed in a comfy sweatsuit set then rummaged underneath your sheets in search of your phone. After a minute of looking under your bed and on your desk it was nowhere to be found. 

What the hell? I definitely left it charging on my bed when I woke up this morning.

You hadn’t used it in the restroom, nor in the kitchen as you were on the laptop at that time. You stared at your floor before realization dawned on you.

Did Jake…?

You wouldn’t have put it past him to pull such a childish prank on you. You snatched up your fruit plate and stomped over to Jake’s room; your hands needed something to grip while you confronted him. Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

There wasn’t a single cell in your body that wanted to talk to Jake, not because last night was terrible– but because it wasn't. Your cheeks felt warm just thinking about how he managed to make you feel like time didn’t exist during that short period of pleasure. How he managed to make you succumb to the very things you were trying to avoid. 

Jake’s childish actions angered you, then he pacified your anger with his touch and his words. He left you wanting more, but it seemed by the end of the night it was more than you could manage at the time. That still hadn’t changed; you were planning on giving him space for your sake and his.

You found yourself outside his door and stood there for a good minute, sweat gathering in your palms, making your plate awfully slippery by the second. 

Chill out. This is Jake Sim, your himbo roommate. 

You just knew he had swiped your phone, so you pressed your ear to the door, listening for any movement on the other side. Nothing. You raised your fist to knock but then thought of a better way to get back at him.

Fuck knocking.

“Jake,” you called his name in warning.

You swung open the door, eyes landing on Jake’s bare torso, then the blur of his hand as he untucked it from behind him. He wore a pair of sweatpants and sat lazily on the edge of his bed, looking up at you expectantly. His dark hair was soaking onto the towel wrapped around his shoulders. It was difficult to look him in the eye.

“Hey. Not even a knock?”

Right off the bat, he didn’t feel like his usual self.

You scanned his relatively organized room with hawk eyes, “Where’s my phone?”

He shrugged, tilting his head, “I don’t know, am I supposed to keep track of your phone?"

“It’s not where I last left it and I looked everywhere. Did you take it?”

You furrowed your brows as he ruffled his hair with his towel and tossed it onto his chair.

“Now why would I do that? That’d be a pretty juvenile thing of me to do.”

“We both know it's something you'd do,” you accused.

Jake knew you were trying to be intimidating but you couldn’t have looked less menacing to him in your oversized sweats, clutching onto your cute little platter of fruit. Did you think hiding your body from him would make him want you any less? Did you think it would stave off his desire for you?

Ever since he walked in on you in the kitchen, he was having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Currently, Jake wanted nothing more than to pull you under his sheets and nestle close to you, maybe let his hands roam lazily beneath your sweatshirt and lower if you let him.

But after the way things ended abruptly last night, there was no chance he’d be able to easily get past those walls of yours. Not with your temperamental track record. Based on the way you were fretting about in the kitchen when he came home, he knew he’d have to work for it– work smarter that is.

“We both know you wouldn’t be standing here in my room if I hadn’t.”

Your eyes fell to the floor. He wasn’t wrong.

You were still processing the emotions about what you allowed to transpire between you two. That didn’t mean he had the right to go around hiding your belongings though.

“So this is what you resort to? Playing games and hiding my phone instead of just speaking with me?” You scowled, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You tell me, you sound like you’re on a roll."

“Shut up, you're not being funny. Where’s my phone?”

Jake hand shot out, palm flipped upwards. He raised his brow at your plate, beckoning with his fingers, “Quid pro quo, ___.”

He’s proposing to give your phone back for your food? And the sheer audacity to quote one of your favorite movies at the same time...

You shook your head, shielding your strawberries and cream from him. “What? Why do you always want my snacks?”

Honestly, you couldn’t have cared less about Jake wanting to hoard your strawberries for himself but you were at a loss of words concerning his antics.

Jake dropped his hand onto his thigh and leaned back onto his other palm; the damp skin of his chest and abs were intentionally on full display for you. His legs spread ever so slightly as he inclined his chin, eyes watchful of how you struggled to keep from gawking at him.

The momentary silence was daunting.

“Because it’s the closest I can get to tasting you.”

Your stomach dropped at his admittance.

He enjoyed stunning you into silence every time– reveled in it based on that smug smile. It was such a forward answer, one that you should’ve expected.

“Last night was a one-time thing, Jake. You’re used to that, aren’t you?”

Just as quickly, that smirk fell. For some reason, that stung coming from you. Jake leaned forward onto his knees, fingers threading together in a tight grip.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Why would I make another deal with you? It’s my fucking phone you’re hiding and this is my fucking food,” you stated.

God, you were beginning to sound like a child even in your own ears. At this point, you were well aware this situation wasn’t about the strawberries or your phone. You wished that at its core, it was.

The whole scenario suddenly felt like déjà vu. Would your relationship with Jake always consist of ridiculous arrangements? Even now, you stood on thin ice; there was no such thing as ‘trustworthiness’ in any sense of the word when dealing with a flighty fuck boy, and Jake wasn’t helping his own case.

“Don't you still need to send that invite off?” Bitterness tinged the edge of his voice.

He'd overheard you and decided to play your game.

Your lips pressed into a thin line at his leveraging of the situation, once again. You were this close to spilling your food onto Jake, but that would’ve been a waste.

Decidedly you went straight for the jugular.

“Are you that frustrated I didn’t stay and let you fuck me last night?” 

Jake glanced up at you, that conflicted look of his making a reappearance, “What? No. No, I–”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You dipped a perfectly red strawberry into your bowl of cream, finally tasting the perfect combination of tart and sugary goodness. You took your time chewing, but you weren't able to enjoy it, feeling anger well up in your chest as you approached Jake.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” You paused. “Or are you regretting our kiss? If that’s the case then good news for the both of us: it didn’t mean shit. We can get that out of the way.”

Something you couldn’t quite place changed in his expression, but he was quick to conceal it.

On the other hand, could Jake be jealous of your friend?

The thought had crossed your mind earlier when Jake interjected himself between yours and Heeseung’s conversation, not even acknowledging him. They've never met each other, and while Heeseung knew a bit about Jake, it’s not like he was always the topic of your conversations. You didn’t really want to entertain the thought of what that might mean for you and your roommate.

There was no basis for him to harbor any feelings towards you, but it was still a possibility. However, there was a higher likelihood of Jake acting out in frustration because he wasn’t able to stick his cock in you last night. That was much more believable.

Jake unfolded his hands and leaned back as you neared.

You shoved his knees further apart with your leg in annoyance, purposefully invading his personal space the way he invaded your privacy.

“Are you frustrated? Is poor little Jaeyun’s cock aching?”

Jake hung his head low, exhaling heavily, “Careful, ___.”

You bit off another cream-covered strawberry. “I don’t need to be careful about anything. Even if I’m around a selfish brat with a fragile ego.” 

Jake’s length twitched in his sweatpants, nearly causing you to drop your plate on him. Did he know that you noticed?

He looked up at you from under his thick lashes, licking at his lips, “You should be.”

Shit, he did.

While his hands remained at his side, the way he shifted his hips was telling. How his eyes roved over your body caused your thighs to squeeze together, reminding you of what had taken place just hours before.

“Jake,” your nails dug into a strawberry, “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Jake’s hand sneaked over the front of his pants to shamelessly palm himself through the fabric, the veins in his hands incredibly prominent as he did so. “Why not? You seemed to enjoy it when I did.” 

You were completely taken aback at his behavior until something in you snapped.

You slammed your heel down, just missing Jake's crotch, taking sick pleasure in the way he grunted in surprise. He gripped your leg to balance himself. “Jesus, ___–”

What gave him the right to act like this, all because you asked him for a kiss that just so happened to lead to something more for a single night? Jake allowing you to kiss him didn’t prove that he wasn’t anything but the player you knew him to be; he could've been lying about his weird little rule on kissing. You saw the gesture more so as a ploy to entice you and to allow him to have his way with you. Perhaps even make you feel special.

You weren't falling for it, but his mixed vibes were throwing you for a loop. Maybe you shouldn't have tried to run away from him in the first place and given into your anxiety about the uncertainty of the situation. In the back of your mind, you knew it would've been smarter to approach him first about his intentions than allow things to escalate to the point that they were at now.

But everything was moving at a mile a minute, and truthfully, communication was never your strong suit either.

If you were being honest, your first encounter with him had awakened something in you, something that had always been there but never had an outlet to express itself. Dark and demanding, it seeped into your actions, in the way you took what you wanted from Jake the night before, the same way you desired to do so right now.

You were pissed that he was having such an effect on you– you needed to take back some semblance of control.

“I’m beyond fucking annoyed with you,” You slid the platter off the side onto the mattress, and shoved at his chest, “The gall you have to get hard right now! You know what you seem like, Jake? Like the type that’d cum your pants just from getting pussy shoved in your face. ”

Jake’s cock throbbed at your words. “Try me.”

His response was quick and predictable. You gripped his jaw and he showed no resistance. In fact, he leaned into your touch.

“You’re serious. Why are you like this? I thought we had a moment yesterday, but like last night, you piss me off and lure me in just to offer yourself up to be used. Do you really think this is the best way to earn my trust?” your searched his face for answers.

“Let me make it up to you." Jake slid his palms up to your thighs, squeezing them reverently before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and sweats.

“Such a one-track mind; sex is all you know, isn’t it?” You tugged on his scalp in warning, drawing a deliciously small groan from him, “Just my sweatpants. If you manage to get me wet enough, maybe I’ll think about letting you fuck me with your tongue.”

The reserved part of you was a bit surprised at your own daring words, but you hid your uncertainty with the pretense of dominance you’d only barely exercised during your first encounter with Jake. It was practically non-existent in terms of your sexual life prior to that. You were also aware Jake could flip the dynamic at any moment if he so desired, though you hoped to get away with as much as you could.

Jake gnawed on his lip, eager to have you calling his name again sooner than later, “Alright.”

“Not just alright,” you admonished him.

He recalled you being satisfied with how he addressed you last night, suddenly feeling giddy.

“Yes ma’am,” he amended demurely, pressing a kiss just under your navel.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sensation of his lips on your skin again; the rush of power was addicting. He wore a docile expression, and you wondered just how long that’d last.

His teeth caught hold of the string of your sweatpants, and he pulled back slowly, unraveling the tie at your waist, peering up into your eyes. At that moment, Jake looked terribly adorable; you couldn’t help but run your fingers through his hair.

You hated him for it.

In one swift motion, he left you in your underwear and sweatshirt, already dizzy with the thought of you riding his face and getting the chance to taste you again.

Before Jake let you shove him onto his back he caught your hand, the one you hadn't realized was sticky with strawberry juice. “May I?”

You slowly nodded and Jake’s hot tongue immediately darted out to lap at the dried juices on the delicate skin of your wrist, running over your pulse in a way that had your heart racing. You gasped, unable to help the blood that rushed to your face and between your thighs at the sounds of him slurping at your knuckles. The sensation of his heated mouth sweetly sucking at your delicate fingertips made your knees weak.

The sight reminded you of the way he sucked your cum off of his fingers so shamelessly. You could feel your body buzzing with excitement, becoming incredibly sensitive to the touch.

He rolled his pink tongue between the crevice of your middle and index finger with a flick, dark eyes glinting with mischief.

Realizing what he was playing at, you pushed him onto his elbows and climbed on top of his waist, “That’s enough.” Your clit was tingling.

"Can I touch you more?"

"No... No, I don't think I'll let you."

His voice lowered, "Please, you know I'll make you feel so good. You can use me for whatever you’d like…”

Jake saw the way your nipples hardened under your sweatshirt just from his words; he was counting on it. Still, you wore an unamused expression.

"Prove to me that you can be a good boy; use only your hands to massage my tits until I say so. Think you can manage that?"

His eyes lit up. "Yes ma’am."

You leaned over him, making yourself comfortable on his stomach. "Get to it."

He ran his large hands along your waist, all the way up to the swell of your breasts, gathering the fabric of your sweatshirt higher over your chest. He brought the edge of your sweatshirt up to your mouth for you to hold between your teeth. After a moment, you decided to grant his wish.

"You're fucking beautiful," he sighed, pleased with how easily your nipples pebbled at the insistent circling of his thumbs, “I did miss you last night, ___.”

His words caused you to think of what might've gone down if you'd stayed. You shook your head in warning, mouth stuffed with your shirt.

Don't bring that up.

Jake smirked up at you, continuing to obediently fondle your breasts, his touch growing more and more insistent by the second. He firmly squeezed your mounds with just the right amount of pressure, kneading them in one direction, and then the other, your sensitive nipples rolling under the warmth of his palms, “You got so swollen at my touch, using me the way you did, and the way you will...”

“Mm,” you were beginning to melt under his touch. Your eyes closed, preparing to give yourself a mental pep-talk. Already, slick was beginning to drip from your folds.

Remember, you are pissed at him and you’re trying to teach him a lesson that he absolutely deserves.

That was a bit difficult to do when you were unintentionally gagged and enduring the ministrations of a very experienced playboy, wasn’t it? At least it was self-imposed, somewhat.

Jake was practically watering at the mouth, but while his eyes bore into your body, he was monitoring your responses. He always seemed to be, even when you weren’t aware.

You watched his tongue wet his lips as he gave you a knowing look. His hands inched up the smooth skin of your back, pulling you down even closer. Your breath caught as he tugged the saliva-soaked fabric out of your mouth so you could speak; he gathered it tightly and tucked it in so it stayed in place above your chest.

“You seem like you want me to use something else,” his breath ghosted over your aching breasts, “Want me to guess again?”

Without hesitation, your hand closed around his throat and you felt him swallow thickly. “Why don’t you refrain from assuming and ask nicely; then I’ll tell you whether or not I want you to.”

Shit.

Jake squeezed his thighs together, the bulge in his sweatpants proving to be a bigger issue for him than he thought– boy, were you getting to him in ways he hadn't anticipated. “Forgive me.”

“Couldn’t have just asked for forgiveness the moment I walked into your room, huh?”

Heat flooded his cheeks, and his cock, “I’m sorry, ___. I just–”

You fed Jake your breast, “You're going to suck on my tits until I say so; show me just how sorry you are, Jake.”

Instantly, his lips hungrily wrapped around your breast, like he’d been waiting all along for you to give him permission. It hadn’t even been a full day but you missed how diligently he worshipped your body.

His large hands squeezed your breasts together, allowing him to swirl his tongue in loose figures eights over both your taut nipples. 

A shaky moan escaped your throat, signaling Jake of your immense pleasure. “Fuck, yes,” you praised.

You began to roll your damp core into his abdomen, making him wish you were sat just a little lower down, right over his sore cock. Patience was a virtue that you were forcing him to exercise.

He split his attention between your breasts and began to harshly suck at the one you first fed him, tongue flicking back and forth over your rosy nipple. The intense sensation made you hiss; his teeth would leave a love mark, but you were slowly growing accustomed to his insistence, as Jake demanded more and more of you. 

“Your tits are so perfect for my mouth,” he whispered against your glistening skin, “Can you imagine how good it’ll feel on your that sweet little clit of yours?”

Your core clenched at the thought; based on the way he was working on your chest, you had a hunch.

Jake kneaded your neglected breast and teasingly swirled his tongue just around the areola, hooded eyes taking in your captivatingly desperate expression. Everything about your body screamed that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, from the grinding of your hips to your trembling breath and the heat of your skin.

He indulged you, messily laving his tongue back and forth over the center of your breast, then he encircled your nipple with his wet lips, taking more and more of you into his mouth with each tenacious suck.

Another moan spilled from your throat, and your fingers grasped at the sheets in pure desperation as you shook in pleasure. You didn’t know it was possible, but you felt like you were right on the edge.

“Jake, stop!”

He pulled off your breast with a wet smack, shaking his head in defiance. “Don’t tell me to stop,” he huffed. His grip tightened behind your thighs, pulling you over his chest, "Please, wanna make you come so, so badly."

You wanted to retort but instead, you ignored him and calmed yourself, not wanting to come right then and there merely from the way Jake toyed with your breasts.

For Jake, your weight was comforting atop his shoulders and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel just as comfortable when you rode his face into oblivion. Though, he sensed you were a bit hesitant by the way you hovered over him, uncertain despite your initial big talk and attitude. 

How did one not crush a person’s skull or snap their neck by sitting on their face?

That looming thought coupled with the fact that you’d never experienced someone going down on you caused you to suddenly overthink the process.

Jake saw the cogs in your brain turning and wanted to laugh. His hand caressed your thigh, an unexpectedly reassuring gesture that pulled you out of your head.

“My neck’s not that long, baby girl, but guess what is?” You watched him stick his tongue out teasingly with a devious expression, the image of Jake's face trapped between your thighs forever committed to memory. "C'mon, ride my face. You're not going to break me."

You rolled your eyes, despite the moistness gathering between your legs. “I know that– Shit!”

Jake gripped your hips and tugged you down, nuzzling his nose against your clothed pussy. Fuck, you smelled heavenly; he already knew you tasted just as wonderful too.

“You’re gonna enjoy this,” Jake pressed a kiss to your clit through your panties, then licked a stripe against your core, gauging your reaction. His gut feeling that you were inexperienced with oral was confirmed when your hips jerked violently at the sensation.

Then again you could’ve just been sensitive, but that didn’t mean Jake would go easy on you. He locked your hips in place as he continued to lap messily, his saliva and your ever-growing wetness causing your panties to stick against your lower lips. Your plan was starting to backfire but you fought to remain in control, of yourself at least.

He lightly smacked your ass when you refused to stop squirming.

“Relax. If this is too much for you, do you want me to stop?”

“D-Don’t even think about it,” you warned.

Jake’s hands roamed over your curves appreciatively. “Then be a good girl and let me make out with your pussy."

"Why say it like that–"

In response, his tongue insistently traced around your mound, then mapped out the intricacy of your folds, leading to moist kisses on your clit. The fact that he was able to find your sweet spots through your panties with his mouth was still impressive, although he had no problem doing so with his fingers. The more he stimulated you, the more your slick seeped through the fabric of your underwear, allowing him to taste you.

His hands slipped under your sweatshirt to squeeze roughly at your warm breasts, tugging at your erect nipples. You grasped at his hands over your clothing, moaning words of praise at the countless pleasurable sensations you were struggling to keep up with. The way Jake toyed with your breasts was quickly becoming one of your favorite feelings; you felt them swell even more at the roughness of his touch like he prophesized.

Involuntarily, your knees spread even wider on the mattress to grant him more access. Before you knew it, you were grinding your sopping core down onto Jake’s face while trying to remember this was a challenge to get him to come untouched.

“Do I taste that good, Jake? I don’t think I even need to look to know that your cock is rock hard and dripping in your sweatpants, do I?”

He groaned in agreement, the vibrations zipping across your skin. His hands were busy massaging the soft flesh of your breasts, stroking up and down your waist and over your panties.

“Bet it’s more pretty and pink than my pussy, huh Jakey?” He nearly choked at your nickname for him and the obvious effect he was having on you. It was easy to tell that he was starting to get you worked up.

In a moment of shamelessness, you felt around behind you until you caught hold of the ceramic bowl filled with cream. You pulled back the waistband of your underwear to pour the remainder of the cream into your panties, shivering at the way it mingled against your skin and provided a cooling sensation as it spilled into your folds.

Jake was panting lightly beneath you, his hot breath tickling your thighs. Slick covered his chin and his eyes were glazed over with desire; he was mesmerized due to the way the cream mixture dribbled down your thighs.

What a crazy sight, and he wasn’t even the one to suggest it.

“Want you to taste this cream through my panties and make me come. It’ll be a special mix, just for you baby,” you brushed the damp strands from his forehead sweetly, the term of endearment rolling off your tongue easily, “Make sure you don’t waste it.” 

Your words sent tingles straight to his balls, causing precum to bubble at the tip of cock and spill down his shaft, the stain on his pants blooming. His hips bucked desperately against the air, he was terribly affected by the way you thrashed above him despite your attitude, and above all the way you tasted.

So different from his fantasies, so much better.

Jake knew he was coaxing something out of you, something dangerous.

“Do you actually think you’ll last? That you won’t come all over yourself just from eating me out? You were so hard just from talking to me, so hard you just had to touch yourself in front of me,” you taunted, “Self-control just isn’t in a fuck boy’s vocabulary, is it Jakey?”

He groaned into your pussy at your belittling comments. You were right, he was way too close to losing it and he hadn’t even touched himself. He wished you would just tug on his cock ‘till he spilled over your hand and then press a messy kiss to the tip of it.

He ached so deeply for you, whatever you would give him. 

Yet he couldn't bring himself to admit that he's felt this way once before, only once. At least not to you, not with the way things are between you two. 

“Don’t you dare stop until I come."

Jake returned to pleasuring you with zeal, pulling your panties taut so you could really feel his tongue slip over your swollen lips and drag against your slit all the way up to your sweet spot. He focused his attention there, creating a tight suction with his lips to make your clit pulsate.

God, he just wanted to slip your panties to the side to shove his tongue against you and feel your warm insides clenching around him– but he wanted to earn it.

“Fuck, Jake,” your voice shook, “Yes, yes, yes!”

You keeled over as your orgasm wracked through your body at an intensity you hadn’t experienced before, jerking wildly against his face. Through the magnitude of pleasure, you continuously rolled your hips, chasing your high. Blinding light danced behind your eyelids and you couldn’t tell up from down as you clung to Jake’s head for dear life, pleasure bounding through your body.

Soon enough your arms shot out against the mattress while your legs went limp, twitching on top of Jake who roughly gripped the flesh of your ass like you might suddenly disappear into thin air.

“___,” you heard him call your name, breathless.

You just barely realized the sensation of cum running down your legs and soaking the sheets beneath you, no doubt spilling over Jake. You were an absolute mess.

“Sorry,” you panted.

You moved to climb off of Jake and just barely got a glimpse of the blissed-out look on his face that told you he hadn’t lasted either. The lower part of his face was covered in a sheen, and his eyes were glossy, unfocused. He was smiling up at you.

Genuinely surprised, you looked over your shoulder to see his cum leaking through his sweatpants from his spent cock. 

“You actually–”

Your legs were swept out from under you. Jake flipped you onto your back and you could do little to stop him when he stripped you of your panties and dove back down to lave his tongue between your folds, sucking the sweet cream off your swollen clit.

“Jake! Jake, I just came, wait–” You pulled at his hair and cried out as he continued to eat you out with an unmatched fervor, spurred on by how you twitched every time his tongue came in contact with your over-sensitive nub. 

“Fuck, your cum is so creamy, so tasty,” he praised before he spat against your pussy and lapped it up in one long stroke of his tongue, “I’m just trying not to waste like you told me to.”

“Jake,” your voice quivered in pleasure, and you hid your face with your arms as he pressed your thighs into your chest. His iron grip was too strong to break, but deep down you didn’t want him to stop— not even for a second.

“I should’ve known just how nasty you really are. You like it messy, don’t you baby?” Jake smirked.

“Ahn—!“

His tongue dipped into your milky cunt, gentle but unrelenting as he sought more of your cum. The slight stretch due to his wet muscle elicited a delightful groan from you.

“Think you’ll be able to wash all that cum out of those panties we ruined? Or am I really going to have to buy you a pretty new set?” 

His onslaught of teasing sent you into a state of desperation. You moaned, breath hitching even at the slightest of grazes, eventually succumbing to the insane pleasure. Your thoughts were filled with nothing but the way Jake worked open your pussy, his hot tongue swirling against your folds and slurping at the sweetened cum you made just for him.

“Please—“

He watched for the tell-tale signs of your impending second orgasm, for that line of tension in your body, curious if you’ve ever pushed yourself past that point of no return. If not, he’d gladly be the one to help you.

“You can let go, love. Look at me, ___.”

Against your better judgment, you glanced down between your parted thighs, only to meet Jake’s intense gaze as he sucked at your clit, sticky strings of cream and cum attached to his lips breaking every time he released and captured the nerve with a smack. His hands clamped over your tummy, anchoring you to his mouth. 

Eyes crossing in deep pleasure, all you could do was take it.

“This,” his puckered lips grazed your pussy, “Is. Mine.”

Another kiss, followed by another, and another– seemingly never-ending.

Your brain could barely process his words properly, voice rumbling against your skin, “What do we say when we come, ___?”

Jake watched the way your eyes rolled back into your head, your trembling thighs clamped around his head as you arched your back, fingers mercilessly tugging at his scalp. 

“Jaeyun, Jaeyun, Jaeyun,” you moaned over and over, voice breaking into a sob.

Everything came crashing down; you were somehow coming again, your body possessed with wave after wave of pure ecstasy. His tongue never stopped rolling against your pussy as you grinded against him, cum spilling over his lips once more.

How could someone make you feel this good?

Your shaky moans continued until Jake finally released your clit from his lips, and even then, you were barely able to catch your breath.

All of a sudden, something round and unidentifiable rubbed against your pussy lips; you glanced down to see Jake pressing the last strawberry to your swollen cunt, gathering your juices on the textured, gleaming skin of the fruit. The sensation of the strawberry gliding so easily against your pussy made you shudder– it was too much, too tortuous.

"No more..."

Jake twirled it between his fingers and pushed the creamy strawberry past his lips, tearing off the stem to consume it whole. The intensity of his gaze had you fixated on him the entire time, his eyes darkening at your taste while he sucked the opaque liquid off the pad of his thumb.

You whined, letting your head fall back against his sheets. He was insane.

“I love the way you scream my name," Jake caressed your inner thigh and placed a kiss on your damp skin, "You did so well, baby girl,” he whispered, “Such a perfect pussy, such a good girl.”

His praise secretly had you reeling.

Your head was stuck in the clouds and you didn’t want to come back down, but your mind began to clear, exhaustion settling into your body. 

You weren't Jake’s first, nor would you be his last. Whatever this was, it was just a fling, nothing more, nothing less. Right?

Through the haze of your high, you blinked at the ceiling and felt Jake withdrawing from you. 

“I know you wanna rest, but you’re gonna want a shower before you do that. Trust me.” He held out his hand to you.

You didn’t budge an inch. “I’m too tired.”

He chuckled, “A wash cloth is not gonna do it, ___. Don’t fall asleep on me, I’ll be right back. ”

You grumbled as Jake disappeared into the hallway. Your ears picked up the sound of continuous running water; was he actually filling a bath for you in that small ass shower of yours? 

That’s kinda… sweet.

You closed your eyes against Jake’s wishes. 

Just for a minute. 

[velvetyh]

Day 14 - Hyunjae - exhibitionism

word count: 2291 words [⚠]: exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, slight oral fixation, oral (f), slight fake sympathy, doggystyle, creampie a/n: this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written. i should stop listening to french rap when I write smut because it gets the nastiest thoughts of my brain.

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Sitting on the sofa in the darkness of the living room, your eyes were glued to the huge TV hung on the wall a few metres away from you. The different lights of the LED around the screen illuminated your tired face. With your elbow on the armrest, your palm supported your head, your hand readjusting the plaid on your lap before sighing. Changmin, who was sitting at your feet, looked above his shoulder and offered you a compassionate smile, your best friend giggling as he could easily read your desire to go to bed painted on your face.

“You okay, darling?” your boyfriend Hyunjae shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to press a quick kiss on your cheek. You silently nodded and gave a faint smile at the display of affection, your hand caressing up and down his forearm.

“I’m just super tired,” you whispered before stifling a yawn, blinking a few times in an attempt to remove the tiredness out of your eyes. Hyunjae smiled, touched by your drowsy state, his mouth pressing another time on your temple.

“Wanna go to bed?” he proposed in a mumble, and Eric groaned as he couldn’t focus on the movie since you were talking, earning a slide glance from your boyfriend, his youthful reaction making you smile.

You accepted his offer, making him get up, bunching up the plaid on your lap and wrapping it around Changmin’s shoulders, who was surprised yet happily welcomed the new source of warmth. Hyunjae grabbed your hand and walked you both to his bedroom, watching you with question marks in his eyes when you closed the door behind you, your sweatpants no longer covering your legs, already tossed on the chair next to his desk.

A lazy smirk appeared on your face, reaching your side of the bed without uttering a single word. Hyunjae’s back was facing you as he was sitting on his side of the bed, scrolling on his phone and responding to some messages that remained untouched for the entire day. While he was mindlessly doing so, you couldn’t help but admire the frame of his back, how fitted his t-shirt hugged each of his muscles.

Hyunjae let out a deep grunt and abandoned his phone when he felt your hands draw him backwards, your figure riding him in the second. You both smiled at each other, and you shyly giggled, lowering your face in his neck to hide away, covering his warm skin with lustful pecks.

“We’re not that tired, aren’t we?” he enveloped his arms around your waist to have your body flush against his, feeling the hardness of his abs press against your lower abdomen, making you giggle at his words.

“Stop teasing me Jae, I just need you,” you complained, and he broke into a hearty laugh, drawing you away from his neck by the shoulders to press his lips against yours, shivers running up your spine.

“My needy baby, ready to fake being tired to spend some time with me. You could have just asked nicely, you know,” he smirked, and you smacked his shoulder, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you looked at him with mischievous eyes.

Hyunjae was quick to get on top of you and started tickling your side, his large hands caressing your skin under your shirt even if you tried to wriggle away from him and push them away from you. “My needy little slut, mh, that’s what you are, right? Hungry for my cock and my attention, right Y/N?” You whimpered and giggled at the same time, your boyfriend loving the sounds coming out of you.

He discarded your t-shirt in the process, tossing it on the other side of the bedroom. It landed in the same area as your sweatpants before he captured your lips in another needy kiss again, moaning against your mouth as his hands found your exposed breasts.

“And you’re not wearing a bra. You naughty darling, thank god that the rest of the boys didn’t notice anything. You wouldn’t have minded anyway, right? You would love having someone walking on us having sex, of course, you do,” he mumbled before latching his mouth on one of your nipples, eagerly sucking on it while keeping eye contact, your mouth falling agape at his dirty talking.

Your friends being on the other side of the wall with the risk of them hearing you stirred you more than it should. You threw your head back in pleasure and closed your eyes, making Hyunjae smirk as he now focused on your second nipple, his fingers still playing and pulling on the other sensitive bud.

Your stomach churned as his mouth started trailing lower, tongue darting and dancing on your plush skin, your back arching off the bed as his actions made your arousal expand greatly. Once his head was around the same level as your core, his teeth toyed with the small ribbon on the front side of your panties, tugging on it just for your underwear to slap back against your skin. You let out an electric moan, whispering Hyunjae’s name when his teeth drew your undies down, tugging more harshly as your juices stuck like glue to the cotton fabric.

His warm breath hit your naked core, hips shuddering as a rush of electricity bolted to your clit. A lusty, needy moan erupted from the back of your throat, and Hyunjae sucked harder, boosted by your sounds.

Flipping you on your knees, you opened your eyes and noticed in horror that the door was slightly open, convinced that you had shut it after coming in.

“J-Jaehyun, the door is open,” you murmured, and he looked up, his hands still playing with your breasts from behind. You felt him chuckle against the skin of your neck and nibble on it, forcing a breathy moan out of your mouth. You immediately slapped your hand against it, but Hyunjae was quick to push it away, locking it with the other in the small of your back.

“I thought my baby was a bit of an exhibitionist, was I wrong?” he muttered, and you couldn’t find an answer to his question, satisfying Hyunjae. The hand that wasn’t holding onto your wrists slowly made its way from your stomach down to your core, shoving aside your panties to feel your wetness drip down his fingers.

“Answer my question, or you won’t get to cum,” he threatened, and you shook your head, still not knowing what to answer. “Don’t you want the others to know how slutty you are? How good I can make you feel, just with my fingers or my dick? Hm? Answer me baby, or I’ll stop right here and leave you horny and frustrated,” he bluntly affirmed but chuckled as he felt your arousal gush out of you even more at his dirty talk.

He knew you, you’ve fucked many times before on the balcony, with the windows wide open or in a public restroom, and you had to admit that they were probably the best orgasms he’s ever given you.

“J-Jae, please fuck me, I want them to know. Or at least, doubt,” you whimpered and loudly moaned as Hyunjae inserted two fingers inside you, pumping slowly to let you adapt to the stretch.

The thrill of having any of your friends walking past the bedroom and witnessing you almost pushed you over the edge. However, the same thought made your heart and body burn in embarrassment as lust was now controlling your body. It was such a good cocktail of emotions that you didn’t know how to act, except live the current moment.

A surprised groan escaped from your lips when Hyunjae shoved the same two fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste your arousal while he was busy pumping his hard cock ready for you.

Lining up with your entrance, Hyunjae’s mouth started wandering across your shoulder blades, covering them in bites and hickeys that only he would be able to see bloom as he took you from behind in a groan. He let you fall on your hands and knees, retrieving his fingers from your mouth before beginning to thrust.

You bit your bottom lip as you were trying not to let the entire building know that you were getting fucked, but it was almost impossible. The girth and length of your boyfriend’s dick never failed to shock you each time you were fucking, making your vision blurry with stars as he had barely pushed it inside.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled as he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping arousing you even more than you already were. His grunts were low yet powerful, sending each time a flood of lust in your core.

“I’m the one showing you heaven Y/N, not God,” Hyunjae grunted as his hold around your hip tightened, your mouth falling agape, and breathy moans fell off your lips.

Your boyfriend’s fists fell on each side of you, his broad chest pressing against your back as he picked up the pace, going impossibly fast, your sounds increasing just as much. It was as if he wanted to get caught or noticed by your friends, letting them know that he was the one fucking you this good. His ego swelled at the thought of them hearing you getting railed and how much you liked it, killing two birds in one stone.

“You keep being so loud cause you want them to hear you, right? You want them to know how sexy you sound when you’re getting wrecked by my cock. How nice of you to let them know how much of a sex god I am.”

“A-Ah, Jaehyun!” you yelped in pleasure as he whispered his filthy words in your ear, his hand trailing down to come and play with your clit.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You heard the concerned voice of Jacob closer than you had expected, probably at the start of the corridor, your heart skipping a beat and leaping in your throat. Hyunjae gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail to force your head up, his pace never faltering as tears of pleasure gathered in your eyes.

“You better answer Jacob if you want to cum,” he susurrated in your ear, and you heavily exhaled before clearing your throat.

“Y-yes don’t worry, I’m fine! It’s just J-Jaehyun,” you unsteadily raised your voice for Jacob to hear, praying that he wouldn’t get closer, yet hoping at the same time he would.

“Okay, tell us if you need anything!” Jacob light-heartedly exclaimed, and you quickly thanked him, hearing his voice in the far distance as Eric or Younghoon asked him another question, but you couldn’t recognise the voice, too swamped by your sounds and Hyunjae's grunts.

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear as he pounded into you at a harsh yet steady pace, your core frequently tightening around his cock. You felt like screaming and moaning at the top of your lungs at how amazing you felt, but out of respect to your friends, you didn’t, even if you suspected them of knowing what was happening a few metres away from them.

“Jaehyun,” you heavily exhaled and whined right after, his dick reaching a deep spot inside you, triggering your orgasm.

“You’re gonna cum? I can feel it, just a bit more for me, okay, baby?” he grabbed your hair again as his other hand settled on your hip, keeping you from moving too much.

He slapped your ass cheeks a few times, a satisfied smirk appearing on his lips as the imprints of his palm slowly started to appear on your skin. His arm wrapped around your waist and brought you up to his chest, a curious hand circling your clit in circular shapes, your breaths getting more profound and needier.

“Come for me baby, I’m right there,” he muttered, and you let go of everything, his hand holding your jaw up as sneaky fingers slid inside your slightly opened mouth, tugging your bottom lip down to let your tongue swirl around them.

You closed your eyes as your core gripped his cock harshly, his slaps on your clit pushing you over the edge in, hands down, the best orgasm you've ever had. Stars shadowed your vision as your whole body shook, your core squeezing him tight as he stilled, warm ropes of cum spurting out of him, coating your walls nicely with his release. He filled you up to the brim as his grip on your jaw toughened, his hot breath ecstatically whispering your name in the shell of your ear.

Needy, louder moans flew from your parted lips, letting your friends know what you were doing, but it only added to the excitement and the intensity of your and Hyunjae's orgasm. His cock throbbed a few more times, your core milking him till he was empty and exhausted.

You both cursed out when he pulled away, bending your head down to see his seeds oozing down your inner thighs. Collapsing on your stomach, legs still lightly trembling, Hyunjae guiltily chuckled and caressed your back, pressing kisses on your hot skin.

“You did so well, angel,” he whispered as he pushed your hair from your sweaty neck, blowing air in an attempt to cool you down.

“Close the door next time, please!” Changmin yelled.

“Or at least wait till we’re asleep you horny sluts,” you heard Kevin yell from the living room, making you hide your face in the comforter and burst in a fit of giggles.

“It was worth getting caught, though,” you whispered, and Hyunjae nodded, yelling a ‘sorry’ through the slight space between the wall and the door.

[honey-hao]

11:11 pm | s. yj | tbz

content: switch!reader and idol, gn!reader, boyfriend!eric, idol!eric, horny eric, blowjobs, overstimulation, teasing, riding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please be safe), cum eating, dirty talk, nipple play, praise, slight degredation (reader called a cumslut), a tiny bit of choking, a little bit of a spit kink, hair pulling, the members hear and tease the reader & eric next day, you can skip that bit if you want, it’s after the line break, ~1.6k words

dt: 🐣 anon (who requested it, thank you for wanting to be an anon <3), @moonshineboyz (a fellow eric sohn simp, i hope you enjoy sun), and @velvetyh (kiyo told me to tag you 🙏)

“Please, baby,” Eric begs softly, pressing kisses on your neck, his hands sliding underneath the hem of your shirt, scraping his blunt nails along the soft skin of your stomach. “I need you so bad, please,”

You laugh, tilting your head back onto his shoulder, and into his touch. “What’s gotten into you, baby?” You turn your head and kiss him, and it’s sloppy, he’s so eager that he’s licking your bottom lip, nipping it and bruising it, and when you pull back, he desperately tries to chase after you, whining at the loss.

“Wanted you all day, and god,” Eric inhales deeply, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder blades. “You smell so fuckin’ good, and I’m a little bit tipsy, and I need you so bad, baby, please, please, let me fuck you, I’ll do anything,” he tugs at your waistband, still peppering kisses to your skin and sucking hickeys into the column of your throat.

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Niceties & Friendship (V)

Characters: Baekhyun x Y/N x Chanyeol

Series: I, II, III, IV, VI

Genre: Fluff; Angst

Summary: You are hopelessly in love with your best friend, Baekhyun, who, unfortunately, is locked up in a relationship with his girlfriend of nine years, Seri. These desperate feelings were always confided by you to your friend at work, Chanyeol, who, unfortunately, is in love with you. When Chanyeol solicits Baekhyun’s help to date you, Baekhyun realizes that he might feel a little more than niceties and friendship for his best friend.

A/N: To my dear readers: please be patient with the coming chapters. I promise that the wait will be worth it. There is always calm before the storm.

"Good night. Drive safely, okay?"

You smiled at Chanyeol as he drove away from your apartment unit. As soon as his car was out of your sight, you massaged the cheeks that had been holding your smiles and grins all night. You have been forcing yourself to remain all light-hearted and happy in the last quarter of an hour, pretending to listen to all of Chanyeol's stories, focusing all your remaining good energies on masking your face with smiles and happiness. The last thing you wanted tonight was to let down Chanyeol after he "saved" you from earlier's embarrassment and tragedy.

You slowly took a step to your front door, but your body sighs with exhaustion at today's series of surprises and frustration, so you contented yourself at sitting at your doorstep. Fortunately, your apartment is well-hidden from the main road that no one can see your lonely silhoutte hovering in front of your house like a beggar.

Your phone has been vibrating continuously since the last two hours, but you never bothered to check it. You were pretty sure whose name you would see in your screen, and you decided that there is only enough disappointment you can handle each day. You also reasoned to yourself that you owe it to Chanyeol to rest tonight, at the very least, not sadly, after all his efforts to spend precious time with you.

However, at this time of solitude, when the whole world is soundly sleeping and only occupied at getting a good night's rest, you could not help but take advantage of the opportunity to use the silence to rethink all of your life's and heart's choices.

Your mind flashed back to the time you spent inside Baekhyun's car today. You were only there for about fifteen minutes, but your brain managed to pick up all the small things and gestures shared between him and Seri. You noticed how their actions matched together--Seri handing Baekyun his keys, and the latter making sure that the aircon blows properly towards his girlfriend's direction; Baekhyun finishing Seri's sentences, and Seri pointing out traffic signals and vehicles at Baekhyun's blind side. Even the five-minute silence inside the car felt like a routine that they had practiced for many years, that it didn't feel awkward or bothersome, but just mere comfortable peace shared by couples finding rest in each other's company. In that small amount of time, you actually wondered if they remember that there was an outsider sitting at the backseat, watching how they were like shadows who matched and mirrored each other.

You were only there for fifteen minutes, but you felt the magnitude and strength of their nine-year relationship; you were only there for a moment, but you felt everything between them at once.

And yet you were trying to imagine that things between you and Baekhyun can be greater than friendship.

Wow, you said to yourself a little too loudly. You are far too delusional than you take yourself to be.

You are too insignificant to change a nine-year relationship.

And you have to stop.

You sighed once more. You stretched your arms above your body, swaying your torso from side to side. You have to stop.

And for the first time tonight, you gave a genuine smile.

Amidst the shattered pieces of your heart despite the train of disappointment, brokenness, and distrust, you found a reason to smile.

You smiled, because you were happy that you could finally sleep tonight not wondering if Baekhyun sees you as something more.

You could finally rest your hopes and heart knowing you are just a friend.

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"Please accept my apologies!"

Hayeon looked at Y/N and couldn't help but stifle a giggle at seeing Baekhyun bowing before you. The guy was bowing at a perfect right angle, that his tie was almost reaching the floor. Y/N elbowed her softly and took her mint tumbler that Baekhyun was holding. She tapped the guy's shoulder and urged him to get up before other associates saw him bowing before her. Y/N realized quite early in the firm that the walls in the office could both see and speak and she doesn't want any talk about her and Baekhyun.

Baekhyun smiled at Y/N. After receiving a resounding silence from Y/N over the weekend with his unreturned calls and messages, Baekhyun decided to get up extra early today and ambushed her. At 5:30, he was already harrassing the barista at Blue Bottle, almost throwing a fit when your favorite latte was not available on that very day when he decided to surprise you. At 6:30, he was already at your desk, stealing your tumbler cup, to transfer the hot caramel latte, almost spilling some over your desk because he suddenly entertained the idea that you might come earlier than usual.

When you took a sip of the coffee, Baekhyun's grin grew wider. While he knew that it would take some time for Y/N to forgive him, he at least appreciates that she didn't avoid or ignore him this morning. That's a first step towards reconciliation and repentance. The fact that Y/N did not even bring up the events that happened last Friday also made him feel assured that after all, it was not a big thing that could ruin their friendship.

"I'm sorry that I took it upon myself to get your tumbler and fill it with coffee." Baekhyun said, motioning to the mint tumbler that he had given Y/N for last year's Christimas. Y/N smiled at what he said, but made no more mention of the things that had initiated this effort in his part. Baekhyun smiled at this, and realized that he really was forgiven.

"I ordered your favorite. Actually it was your second favorite coffee, because white chocol--"

"It's alright, Baekhyun. Thank you. Thank you very much." Y/N cut him off and send him off with a smile. Baekhyun smiled back at her and gestured that he would already leave, until he saw Chanyeol heading off to their direction. Suddenly, he felt the temperature in the room grew higher and he could not help but tighten his jaw at the site of his friend.

There goes the traitor, Baekhyun said to himself, his eyes growing into smaller slits the closer Chanyeol gets to where he and Y/N are.

The frown forming on his lips was growing steadily, until he saw that Chanyeol was followed by Atty. Kim, one of the partners in the firm. He immediately breathed in, shaking his shoulders to release the tension that has been building on them upon seeing the sight of his "loyal" male friend.

"Glad I can meet all you three in one spot," Atty. Kim directed to Baekhyun and Y/N. Chanyeol said hi to Y/N and waved at her. Y/N returned the greeting, and Baekhyun could not help but noticed that Chanyeol was smiling more brightly to her than usual, as if she was his only acquaintance in the area. Baekhyun scoffed at this, which earned a quick and curt nod of Chanyeol at his direction.

"I'll see you three at the conference room in ten minutes." Atty. Park said, and left them to their devices. Chanyeol and Y/N both said yes to Atty. Kim, and soon after was engaged in a conversation on Buzzfeed Unsolved's latest episode over the weekend. Baekhyun stood there, torturing himself at the sight of Chanyeol and Y/N's friendly talk, until he could not bear it any longer, and followed Atty. Kim.

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"Why does she want the annulment again?" Chanyeol asked, shuffling the folders in his arms, as the three of you went out of the elevator to the direction of the cafe.

Baekhyun sighed--to irritation or to tiredness, you could not guess--but answered Chanyeol that it was because Mrs. Park Yuhui believed that her husband has a mistress. "She believes that it is a only a matter of time before Mr. Park Donghun, her husband, leaves her and lives with his mistress, so she took it upon herself to initiate the case."

You pushed doors of the cafe and quickly took seats in your favorite corner. You dumped your bag and the portfolios you were holding, and excused yourself to go to the restroom.

Upon entry into a cubicle, you closed the toilet lid, and slumped over it. Just my luck, yousaid to yourself. Just my fucking luck.

Earlier that day, Atty. Kim told you, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun that he would be assigning an annulment case to the three of you as a team. Baekhyun asked why such a simple case would have to be assigned to a three-person team, until the partner told them that part of the conjugal properties to be distributed and disposed in the case are ninety percent of stocks ownership in a huge agro-chemical company. Atty. Kim told them that right now, the board of directors of the company is in a huge dilemma about the future of the corporation, since the possibility that half of the majority stocks would go to Park Donghun--who knows nothing about agro-chemical industry--is very likely. He told them that the case is more tricky and complicated than it meets the eye, and he needs teams from both Family and Corporate Law departments to handle the case under his supervision.

While you appreciate the fact that you would be involved in one of the major cases in the firm, you do not like the idea of working closely with Baekhyun especially after your last night's resolution to bury all your deep-seated romantic feelings for him. One of the main reasons why you were able to contain your affection for him in the last years, was exactly because you work in different departments, making it difficult for you to see and communicate with him everytime you wanted to. But just when you decided to forget him, fate resolves that the best way to do so is to have you worked in a team with him.

Just my luck, you repeated once more.

When you returned to your seat, you noticed that Chanyeol and Baekhyun were seated far apart from one another--one was at the couch; the other in a high-rise chair. You could not understand the reason behind their sitting positions because the cafe was not exactly empty and there were many others who were looking and scrambling for seats inside. You shook your head, and went to Chanyeol's direction, urging him to sit with you in the couch with Baekhyun.

Baekhyun was reading some papers, when he motioned in front of you. "So, it says here, that our guy--"

"Our guy?" Chanyeol asked.

"Park Donghun, the husband. Our guy."

"He cheats on his wife. He's not exactly, 'our guy'." Chanyeol remarked, making quotation marks in the air.

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol with evident annoyance in his eyes, but decided against blowing him off.

"So, as I was saying--Park Donghun met Kang Yuhui--her maiden name--at high school. They were high school sweethearts and they were even together in graduate school. Before marriage, they were together for 14 years."

"Wow." You said, not really minding what Baekhyun was saying because you know too well how strong relationships built on years are. You do not exactly need another reminder how formidable long-term romantic relationships can be.

Baekhyun continued, "It also says here that Park Donghun met the woman he is seeing now--a.k.a. the mistress--at graduate school. She was in the same class with Donghun and Yuhui. In fact, she was Park Donghun's best friend."

Oh.

That got your attention. You stopped in your typing, and looked properly for the first time at Baekhyun, waiting for him to continue the story.

"She and Donghun eventually worked in the same company, and got closer, that they were even rumored to be in a relationship back then." Baekhyun continued, oblivious to the pair of eyes digging in his face, both curiosity and alarm focused in the look.

"But of course, she was not the girlfriend." Baekhyun sighed. "One day, Donghun went to work and surprised everyone with a wedding ring in his finger. He and Yuhui hitched and got married in secret."

After realizing that Baekhyun had stopped already, you quickly averted your eyes away from him and focused on your laptop screen. Your heart was beating crazily, and sweat was beginning to form in your hands. Your mind kept on repeating the words he mentioned. But of course, she was not the girlfriend.

You were about to excuse yourself once more to go to the restroom, unable to resist the guilt and frustration coursing through your conscience, when Chanyeol made a sound that made Baekhyun shoot him a glare.

"That sounds familiar." Chanyeol snorted, his eyes not leaving the document he was reading but the grin plastered in his face tells that his attention was on something else.

Park Chanyeol, everyone. You wanted to kill him right there and then. How could he be so cruel? Here you were--dying of obviousness and Baekhyun's obliviousness, and Chanyeol declaring to the world how it was killing you. This little prick!

"What's familiar?" Baekhyun asked. Gahd, this oblivious shithead, you almost said.

Chanyeol uncrossed his legs, and sat more upright in the couch. He took a glance at your direction and was about to say something about Baekhyun's dumb question, when he noticed your burning stare at him that could see through his soul. He blinked repeatedly at you, and opened and closed his mouth anxiously, scratching his neck at his stupidity. He did not realize you were there, his subconscious taking a hold over his mouth and taking a jab at Baekhyun's density.

"I-i-i-i mean.. um.." Chanyeol scrambles for an answer, glacing again at your glaring eyes. "I m-m-mean that sounds like.. uh.. a fanfic. Yes! A-a-a fanfic. That sounds like what I would read in Wattpad in high school."

What a save, you said to yourself, finally removing your glare at Chanyeol.

Baekhyun laughed and nodded.

"It is. It sounded like one."

You sighed--out of relief or disappointment, you have no idea now.

You were picking out a random document among the pile in front of you when Baekhyun snapped his fingers in front of your face. "You used to write fanfics in grad school!"

"Y/N does?" Chanyeol asks, finally looking at you comfortably and without fear.

You scratched your chin and smiled shyly at Baekhyun. Gahd he remembers only the most stupid things about me.

"Yeah. I was crazy about Day6 back then." You confessed.

Baekhyun clapped his hands, beaming at you for remembering this silly fact as if it was the key to your friendship. "See, I remembered that!"

You nodded at him. "Yeah. It was a long time ago. I don't even remember much of what I wrote."

"But I remembered all of them."

Both Chanyeol and you looked at Baekhyun's smiling face. You so wanted to slap him right now because one, you don't want to hear about the cheesy stories you wrote then; and two, you don't want him to send butterflies in your stomach for remembering all these trivial things about you.

Chanyeol careened towards Baekhyun. "Yeah? You read all of what Y/N wrote? That's BS, Baek. Even Y/N doesn't believe you."

But Chanyeol was wrong, because you, in fact, believe Baekhyun. You believe Baekhyun so much that you didn't know why you ask him this next thing. "What's your favorite?"

Baekhyun's smile at you grew wider. You could not help but notice how his eyes were so bright despite the day's weary workload; how one side of his collar was up, and how a single piece of eyelash was adorning his cheek. "Happy Now."

You were taken aback. You repeatedly blinked your eyes at Baekhyun's face still beaming at you. You wet your lips that went dry, lowering your gaze.

Happy Now.

Out of all the stories you wrote, Baekhyun likes Happy Now.

Out of all the hundreds that he had read.

Happy Now.

Wow.

I couldn't really get a break.

Really.

Fuck you, Byun Baekhyun.

Fuck you big time.

"Here's your order. I'm sorry it took a while."

Your thoughts were disturbed when the waiter placed plates of croissants in your table. Chanyeol immediately cleared it of the documents, sneaking glances at you, after he noticed how shocked your expression waswith Baekhyun's response.

"Sorry, I ordered these in advance since I was really hungry this afternoon." Baekhyun said, motioning to both of you to help yourselves to the pastries.

Chanyeol muttered thanks to Baekhyun and grabbed one to eat. You also picked one and were about to bit into it, when Chanyeol quickly swatted the bread out of your hands.

"What the--"

"There's almond in there!" Chanyeol exclaimed, looking at you with his surprised eyes.

Your confusion grows more at what he said, and you looked at Baekhyun, who was also looking at your with both surprise and concern in his expression.

"Baekhyun! Dude!" Chanyeol once again exclaimed. "Is she really your best friend?" Chanyeol said, grabbing the plate of almond croissants as he stood up and walked towards the counter.

You were in silence. You did not know how to react. You could feel Baekhyun's embarrassment radiating from his features and you couldn't bear to look at his sorry eyes.

"You could have killed me you know," you said, trying to laugh off the situation.

You looked at him, but Baekhyun was not laughing with you.

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"I'll hang up now, I'm driving." Baekhyun said quick goodbyes to Seri and return his phone near the console. "Aigoo, she always calls at night when she knows me I'm driving."

"What is 'Happy Now'?"

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol riding in his passenger seat. They have just dropped Y/N at her apartment and are on their way now to Chanyeol's unit.

"Oh, it's one of Y/N's fanfics about Day6 that she wrote when we were--"

"Yeah, I know, dude, you mentioned that already." Chanyeol said, his voice laced with annoyance.

Silence filled the vehicle, and Chanyeol's frustrated breathing was all that filled the void.

"What I meant was, why that particular story?"

Baekhyun pursed his lips. He waited for the traffic lights to turn red, maneuvering the car behind the white Hyundai in front of them, before answering Chanyeol's question.

"Happy Now is a story between Jae, Day6 member, and Seol, a fictional character in Y/N's story. In that fanfic, Jae and Seol had been friends for so many years, always missing out the opportunity to confess and admit that they have feelings greater than friendship between each other. Seol was always too afraid to admit that he likes Jae, and Jae, always too comfortable in his friendship with Seol," Baekhyun explained.

Chanyeol was silent for a few moments. The lights turned green, and Baekhyun switched his gears.

"So it was a best friend trope?" Chanyeol asked, the curiosity in his words, rich with meanings.

Baekhyun took at quick glance at Chanyeol before responding. "Yeah."

A laugh followed Baekhyun's response at Chanyeol. It was only now that Chanyeol realizes why Y/N was so shocked at Baekhyun's choice of favorite fanfic. "Really?"

Baekhyun sighed. He remained quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly found himself smiling sadly at the long road before him.

"It's my favorite story, Chanyeol.

"A story about best friends realizing they are in love with one another."

[candyshua]

Intertwined | Chapter One - Spilt Coffee

hey guys!! sorry for the inactivity. to make it up, i decided to start writing a multi-part fic!! this is a mingyu x reader x jeonghan love triangle. enjoy!!

Kim Mingyu was your best friend, your knight in shining armor, your crush, your everything. But sadly, you were not his.

After getting his girlfriend pregnant in his fourth year of college, the two of them moved away to America after graduation. And then, you were all alone.

Meet Yoon Jeonghan, your current best friend. An aspiring video game designer, he has been your rock for 5 years. He helped you through so much drama. You would be surprised to learn that he was madly in love with you.

What happens when Mingyu comes back to Korea? 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Potential Smut (I haven’t decided yet)

Warnings: Alcohol, foul language, pregnancy

Word count: 2,250

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Crazy In Love || Chapter Two

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➳ Yandere!AU ➳ Series || Genre: Horror || Smut || Angst || Rated: M ➳ Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader ➳ Summary: Jongin’s been your best friend for years, he knows everything about you because he fills every position in your life that you need - everything but the one thing he wants to be. ➳ Word Count: 3.1k ➳ Warning: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as obsession, possessive natures, manipulative behaviour, jealousy and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

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There had been this feeling of dread eating at Jongin most of the day, he couldn’t quite figure it out because his day had gone perfectly; you had eaten breakfast with him, making him a tasty sweet latte and fluffy, scrambled eggs on toast while talking about how well you slept. He listened with a warm smile, eyes like half moons as he thought how beautiful you looked in your work uniform. Before Jongin left for work, you had adjusted his tie, reprimanding him for still not learning how to do it properly and a warmth in his heart blossomed when he looked down at your look of concentration – he didn’t learn because you always fix it for him. He had given an amazing presentation at work and the boss was impressed with his ethics at work; the day had gone so smoothly without a hiccup.

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Lei laughing like a child is the purest thing ever

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but there’s one person who is a lot different than the rest of them.

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Lucky. (Hoshi Smut)

Hey guys! 😊 how long has it been? We are so terribly sorry we’ve been inactive and god we are just so sorry. We just weren’t feeling the sparks for writing, and we would never want to post something done half-assedly because you bby’s don’t deserve that. 🤗 so admin kenvy is working on the masterlist right at this moment and it’ll be up soon! yaaaaay, also this has been a request from a lovely anon. girl you thirsty. I worked on this at school because guYS IM PRETTY FUCKING SURE YOU’VE ALREADY SEEN KWON SOOMYOUNGS NEW LOOK LIKE BITCH SPEAR ME WITH YOUR DICK- anw so i just got so inspired to do so, and don’t worry guys! We will definitely grant all of your requests, please stay pretty and patient ❤️ alSO OH MY GOD GUYS 500+ FOLLOWERS, OUR FAMILY IS EXPANDING!! akdnkdndosnssidb. 😍 thank you so much for loving this little blog of ours, we love ya’ll so fucking much. What do you think we should do for reaching 500+!?

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Also, for the lovely anon who had requested this, thank you so much for being patient ❤️ if it’s alright, i kinda made this one kinda different from the others, it’s short but i hope it’ll tug your heartstrings even just a little. But then again i’m so genuinely sorry if it isn’t to your taste but i am satisfied. Hope you enjoy bby. 😘 til next time, thank you for requesting! enjoy. 😉

warning: contains fluff, daddy kink and all that other good shit lol  word count: 2,400+ disclaimer: the gif is not ours, ctto.

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