The dorm was unusually quiet when you plopped onto the couch, phone in hand, lost in your own thoughts. You had been overthinking everything lately—every moment, every glance, every touch that lingered just a little too long.
And it all came back to him.
“Why do you look like that?”
A familiar voice broke you out of your trance, and you looked up to see Sunghoon sitting beside you, casually chewing on a snack. His sharp eyes studied your face with mild concern, though he tried to play it off with his usual nonchalance.
You forced a chuckle. “Like what?”
“Like you just lost a fight with a puppy.”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, then, without hesitation, slung an arm over the couch behind you. The warmth of his presence sent a shiver down your spine, but you swallowed it down, forcing yourself to act normal. “Want me to beat someone up for you?” he asked, completely serious.
You laughed despite yourself. “No, it’s nothing like that.” His eyes flickered with curiosity. “Then what is it?”
You hesitated. The words were at the tip of your tongue, the confession that had been weighing you down for months. But before you could decide whether to let them slip, Jungwon strolled in, catching the tail end of your conversation.
“Oh, I know that look,” he said with a knowing smirk. “That’s the I have a crush but they don’t like me back face.” Your stomach dropped. Oh, no.
Your eyes darted to Sunghoon in panic, but he only blinked, interest piqued. “Oh? Who is it?”
“You wouldn’t know them,” Jungwon answered for you, clearly enjoying your suffering. Sunghoon pouted. “You don’t trust me? I’m your best friend.”
And that was the problem.
You clenched your jaw and mumbled, “That’s the problem…” Sunghoon frowned. “Huh?”
“Nothing!” you rushed to say, shaking your head.
But before you could make a run for it, Jay walked in, immediately picking up on the tension. “Oh, we’re talking about Y/N’s one-sided crush?”
You groaned, slumping forward in defeat. “Hyung, please—” Jay shrugged, feigning innocence. “What? I’m just saying, maybe you should confess. The worst they can say is no, right?”
You shot him a glare. “That’s literally the worst possible outcome.”
“But what if they don’t say no?” Sunghoon suddenly asked, his voice quieter this time. You blinked at him, caught off guard. “…Trust me, they wouldn’t say yes.”
His brows furrowed slightly. There was something unreadable in his gaze now, something intense, but before you could figure it out, Heeseung waltzed in “What’s with the tension?”
Jungwon grinned. “Y/n has a one-sided crush. Heeseung snorted. “Oh, on Sungh—” Jay elbowed him in the ribs before he could finish. “—on somebody,” Heeseung corrected, eyes twinkling with amusement.
You groaned again, covering your face with your hands. “I hate it here.”
Meanwhile, Sunghoon had gone completely still beside you. His gaze was fixed on the floor, deep in thought. After a beat, he suddenly stood up. “You guys are dumb,” he muttered.
You furrowed your brows. “Huh??” Sunghoon crossed his arms, staring you down. “If it’s one-sided, that means one person has feelings and the other doesn’t, right?” You hesitated, confused by the shift in his tone. “…Right?” His next words made your heart stop. “But what if the other person is just waiting for them to say something?”
Silence.
Your breath hitched, and you felt your pulse skyrocket. Was he—was he implying something? Or were you just imagining it?
Sunghoon watched your expression closely, his lips twitching in amusement at your stunned reaction. Then, with a small, knowing smile, he reached down and ruffled your hair. “Anyway, I’m going to the kitchen,” he said casually, as if he didn’t just turn your entire world upside down. “Want anything, y/n?” You only just sat there, mouth slightly open, struggling to form words. “…Huh?”
Sunghoon chuckled and leaned down slightly, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach do a flip. “I’ll bring you something sweet.” And with that, he walked off.
The room remained dead silent until Heeseung suddenly gasped dramatically. “Oh. My. GOD.”
Jay bursted out laughing. “This idiot really thought it was one-sided.”
Jungwon then smirked. “Y/n, I think you just lost the game.”
You were still staring at the spot where Sunghoon had stood, your brain short-circuiting. While he was in the kitchen, Sunghoon grabbed a snack, a smug grin on his lips.
“Half a heart?” he muttered to himself. “Not for long.”
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꒰ ꜱʏɴᨵׁׅᴘꜱɪꜱ A late-night visit to Jake’s garage turns into something far dirtier than fixing cars. With the scent of grease and sweat clinging to his skin, Jake makes sure you leave with more than just oil on your hands ⁺ 𓂃
་། ᴛᴀɢꜱ #Smut #Public Sex #Dom/Sub Undertones #Dirty Talk #Praise/Degradation #Spitting #Fingering #Unprotected Sex #Oversimulation #Garage Setting #Jake Being Cocky As Hell ˘˖
◟ ֪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ Sim Jaeyun x Fem!Reader ☆◟
𓏼 ɴᴀᴛ’ꜱ ɴᨵׁׅᴛᴇ Jake definitely hits different, Something about him all sweaty, covered in grease, and absolutely ruining you on the hood of a car just does things. The teasing, the filth, the way he just takes what he wants? Yeah. You’ll definitely be answering his calls again.. Hope you enjoyed it, and let me know what you thought :3 ֪
The dim glow of the garage lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal. It was late, well past closing time, but you had nowhere else to be. Not when Jake had called you over with that knowing smirk, telling you he “needed a hand.”
Now you were here, perched on the hood of a half-fixed car, your thighs spread wide as Jake stood between them, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.
“Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” he murmured, his voice deep and teasing as he dragged his calloused hands along your bare skin. “Thought you were scared of getting your hands dirty.”
You scoffed, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch. “You wish.”
Jake smirked. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need to wish. I know.”
His lips crashed against yours before you could fire back, rough and demanding, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. The scent of grease clung to his skin, mixing with the musk of sweat and cologne, and fuck, it only made you want him more.
“You like this, don’t you?” he muttered against your lips, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers grazing your bare skin. “Getting fucked in a dirty garage, knowing anyone could walk in and see you like this?”
The idea sent a rush of heat through your body, your thighs clenching around his waist. Jake noticed, of course.
“Yeah?” He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look at you, his brown eyes blown with lust. “You’re such a little slut for me.”
Before you could protest, he grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open. His eyes locked onto yours as he leaned in, letting a slow stream of spit drip from his lips onto your tongue.
“Swallow,” he ordered, his voice thick with arousal.
You obeyed without hesitation, the act making your entire body burn with need.
“Good girl,” Jake praised, his hand sliding between your legs, pressing against the soaked fabric of your shorts. “Fuck, you’re already dripping.”
You moaned as he pushed the fabric aside, his fingers slipping inside you with ease, curling just right. Your back arched against the car’s hood, your breath hitching as he worked you open.
“You’re taking my fingers so well,” he murmured, his other hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him. “But I think you can take something bigger.”
Your breath caught as he unzipped his jeans, freeing himself. He was already hard, the tip glistening with precum as he stroked himself once before lining up at your entrance.
“Look at you,” he groaned, pushing just the tip inside. “So fucking needy.”
Your hands gripped the edge of the car as he thrust forward, stretching you inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you. He didn’t give you time to adjust—his hands gripped your waist, and then he was fucking into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the empty garage.
“Jake—” you gasped, barely able to breathe as he drove into you, hitting deep with every thrust.
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles. “Say my name while I ruin you.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, your body completely at his mercy. The car rocked beneath you, the metal hood cold against your burning skin, but none of it mattered—all you could focus on was Jake, his hands, his cock, the way he was fucking you like he owned you.
“You gonna cum for me?” he panted, his grip tightening on your hips, sure to leave bruises. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl?”
You nodded frantically, your body already on the edge. The pressure built higher, your stomach tightening, and then—
“Cum,” Jake commanded, and that was all it took.
Your body shattered around him, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Jake groaned as he felt you tighten around him, his thrusts growing sloppy before he buried himself deep one last time, spilling inside you with a low growl.
The garage fell silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing. Jake chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair as he looked down at you, completely wrecked on the car hood.
“Damn,” he smirked, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Might have to call you over more often.”
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I've been considering creating a server for my followers where they can see my work early, make new friends, and chat with me. However, I'm unsure if I have a large enough following or if anyone would actually join. I'm thinking it might be better to wait a bit. What do you all think?
◟ ⑅ 𓏼 ͡ ֪ ꜱʏɴᨵׁׅᴘꜱɪꜱ ֪ What was supposed to be a simple dinner turns into something much more sinful when Jay catches you staring a little too long. Between teasing words, stolen touches, and the lingering taste of strawberries on his lips, you soon realize—you’re not the only thing on the menu tonight. ◝ ֪
⑅ 𓏼 ᴛᴀɢꜱ ֪ #Smut #Kitchen Sex #Teasing #Dom!jay #Food Play #Dirty Talk #Fingering #Unprotected Sex #Slight Over Simulation #Praise & a little bit of degradation #Jay being cocky as always◟☆
˘˖ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ֪ Park Jongseong x Fem!Reader 𓂃
⁺ ⑅ 𓏼 ɴᴀᴛ’ꜱ ɴᨵׁׅᴛᴇ ֪ Y’all, I don’t know what’s hotter—the steak or Jay in a fitted black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, I SWEAR he was made for ruining people in the kitchen 👅 ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy this filth, And as always, don’t forget to let me know what you think! ◝ ֪
The scent of seared steak and rich spices filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the dimly lit kitchen. The expensive marble counters were wiped spotless, every ingredient meticulously arranged. You had come over for a private dinner Jay insisted on cooking, but somewhere between the wine and the playful teasing, the tension had shifted—thicker, heavier.
Jay leaned against the counter, rolling up the sleeves of his fitted black shirt, his sharp eyes locked onto yours.
“You keep looking at me like that, baby, but you haven’t taken a single bite,” he mused, dragging his knife slowly through a piece of perfectly cooked meat. “What’s wrong? Not hungry?”
You swallowed, legs squeezing together as you perched on the counter across from him. He knew damn well what was wrong.
Jay smirked, setting his utensils aside as he stalked toward you. “Or maybe,” he murmured, hands finding your thighs, spreading them apart, “you’re hungry for something else?”
Your breath hitched as he stepped between your legs, fingers tracing the hem of your dress.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, making you shiver. “Sitting there, giving me those eyes, acting like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”
Before you could respond, his hands gripped your waist, pulling you forward until your ass was right on the edge of the counter. His mouth was hot against your neck, kissing, biting, leaving a trail of heat down to your collarbone.
“You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you?” he murmured against your skin, his fingers pushing your dress up, exposing the lace underneath.
You nodded, biting your lip, already desperate for him.
Jay chuckled, low and dark. “Use your words, Princess.”
“Yes,” you breathed. “I want you.”
That was all he needed. His hands hooked under your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist as he pressed himself against you. His fingers slipped beneath your panties, teasing, stroking, making you whimper against his lips.
“So fucking wet already,” he groaned, slipping a finger inside you, then another, curling them just right.
Your back arched, a moan slipping from your lips, but before you could get lost in the pleasure, something cold met your skin.
Jay smirked, holding a fresh strawberry against your lips. “Open.”
You parted your lips, letting him push the sweet fruit inside, the juices dripping down your chin. Before you could swallow, his mouth was on yours, tasting both the strawberry and you at the same time.
His fingers never stopped moving inside you, fucking you slow and deep, his thumb circling your clit with deliberate pressure.
“You’re so easy for me,” he murmured, biting your lower lip as his other hand slid up to squeeze your breast through the fabric. “I could do anything to you right now, couldn’t I?”
You could only whimper in response, the pleasure overwhelming you.
Jay smirked, pulling his fingers out, making you whine from the loss. But before you could protest, he was undoing his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to free himself.
His cock slid against your slick folds, teasing, making you squirm.
“You’re gonna take me so well,” Jay whispered, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed in, stretching you inch by inch, making your breath catch as he filled you completely.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, gripping your hips as he started moving, slow and deep, dragging out every sensation.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
“Faster,” you begged.
Jay’s grip tightened. “Greedy girl,” he muttered, but he gave you exactly what you wanted, snapping his hips forward, fucking into you harder, faster. The counter beneath you shook with every thrust, the heat between you unbearable.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he growled, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight, deliberate circles.
“Yes—Jay, please,” you gasped, your body trembling.
“Then be a good girl and let go.”
His words pushed you over the edge, your body tightening around him as pleasure crashed through you. Jay groaned as he felt you clench around him, chasing his own release as he fucked you through your orgasm.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the scent of food and sex blending into something intoxicating.
Jay pressed a final kiss against your lips, smirking. “Looks like dinner isn’t the only thing getting devoured tonight.”
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