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pretty wet petals 🥀˚₊‧꒰ა🍒໒꒱🌹‧₊˚

jake's brain chemistry gets altered after he sees you covered in rose petals as you take a bubble bath with him.

w.c: 5.9k

themes: WARNING: smut, p in v, grinding, cursing, gf!reader, bubble baths, jake gets aroused seeing you wet and is obsessed with your chest, breast sucking, reader being a tease, kinda dom!jake putting you in your place, this is my first smut idk how to tag this sobs

author's note: i wrote this fic a while ago but this is the revised and improved (?) version & i decided to just repost it. this is a gift for my girl @simjakedly cuz i love her sm (everyone plz plz plz check out her works they're SO good). hope u like itttt nanda thanks for being my #1 on tumblr these past few months have meant a lot <3 (more notes at the end) (masterlist) absolutely NO plagiarizing my work.

sim jaeyun has a problem.

at least he thinks he does. he's definitely gonna have to search this up online somewhere to check if this was normal or not.

his eyes travel up and down your neck that's in full view with your hair tied up, across your shoulders, and the cleavage and swell of your chest as far as his eyes could travel on, before being obscured by the soapy suds from the bubble bath you had forced him to take with you.

but it wasn't seeing you wet from the bath and covered in suds across from him that got to him.

well, that too. but what got him really twitching underneath the water... was seeing the rose petals that he had gotten you for date scattered across the water and resting allll over your skin, some big some small, marking you like moles that he just wanted to kiss over and over again.

you raised an eyebrow at him. your boyfriend had been quiet for a while, just staring intently at you with that look for a while, the look he gets when he doesn't know what to do with himself when you look so delicious and warm for him (which honestly, was all the time for jake).

you gave him a small smirk. "you ok over there?" you called out teasingly.

that seemed to snap the man momentarily out of his thoughts. the boy blinked, eyes travelling up from the rose petals and suds around your neck, coming up to meet your eyes.

wonvelvet

never be yours .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which ── .✦ you and heeseung were born into rival political dynasties and expected to be enemies, but instead, you end up falling in love. wc: 11k ༄.° — req by anon 𑣲

tags: secret relationship, smut mdni, a lil fluff, politics, unprotected sex, degrading AND praise cus yk, heeseung on his knees obviously n the usual ofc ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the annual political fundraiser was the last place you wanted to be at right now.

you hate the bright flashes from the cameras, you hate the stupid reporters invading your privacy asking absurd questions, you hate how everyone— every single person, has a fake smile plastered on their face. it’s disgusting, it’s boring and your father knows how much you hate it.

after what felt like hours faking your smiles for photos while hanging onto your fathers arm like a child, you finally managed to slip away from the public and make your way to the balcony which was thankfully empty.

cool air brushed your skin as you leaned towards the railing, finally giving you time to breathe.

‘trying to escape too?’

his voice was familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place who it was. you turn around and see a boy your age, stood at the doorway. you had to admit, he was kinda cute.

‘is it that obvious?’ you softly laughed.

‘just a little’ he lets out a smile, walking towards you before leaning towards the railing himself.

you guys stood in the cold air, sharing your complaints about how dumb the event was, how flashy it was and how exhausted you both were from constantly having to watch your expressions in front of everyone.

then a voice came from inside, ‘heeseung!’

you could recognize that name from anywhere, no way. it’s impossible, were you just having a conversation with your fathers rivals son? fuck, you just hope nobody saw you two. you knew your father would be so angry with you if you got into a scandal involving his literal sworn enemy.

‘wait- you’re heeseung? as in.. lee heeseung?’

‘yeah, and you?’

you scoff, ‘i’m y/n fucking l/n!’

his eyes widen instantly, you both stay silent for a moment before his laugh uncontrollably spills out. you just stare him in disbelief, what the hell?

‘well’ heeseung says with a small smile, ‘this is awkward’

soon after, your own laughter starts coming out.

since you were born, you’ve heard the nastiest things about heeseung and his family. you automatically assumed he’d be a whore just like his father, but surprisingly he looked less like the enemy you were programmed to hate for years, and more like a normal person.

after that fundraiser, it was like heeseung had his fingers in every single fold of your fucking brain. you had promised yourself you would never ever think of him after that night, but you have never been so painfully wrong.

you thought of heeseung all the time, when you were in class, when you would eat breakfast, when you would get ready, and even when you would talk to your father. your mind had always wandered back to that night you two had talked.

so now you lay in your bed, angrily trying to tell your brain to forget about him because you will never talk to him again.

the only light in the room is the dim, warm glow of your bedside lamp. you are trying so so hard to just sleep everything off, that is until your phone buzzes on the side table.

unknown: still trying to mentally recover from that fundraiser?

you just stare at the message, how the hell did he manage to get your number?

you also couldn’t help but let out a tiny smile while rereading his message for the 57th time.

you: unfortunately.. what abt u?

unknown: i might just break my leg so i don’t have to go to the next one

you felt like you were sixteen again, secretly messaging a boy and giggling while reading his texts like you were in high school. from that night, you and heeseung had texted every single day.

you would even eat dinner early, rushing back to your room and telling your father ‘you’re super sleepy’ just so you could have two hours at night to call him and shit talk both of your families.

you two would complain about the fundraisers, your parents, your mutuals, the reporters. you guys would just talk about anything, even going as far as sending pictures randomly throughout the day to give eachother updates.

for the first time, you had finally felt understood.

one night, after hours of texting while your father thought you were peacefully sleeping, heeseung messaged you something you could never tell anyone about.

heeseung: so.. when am i seeing you again?

your heart has genuinely never raced faster, you knew you should say no. you have to say no.

instead, you replied,

you: how does wednesday sound?

heeseung: perfect

then came wednesday, you have been preparing yourself for this day all week. you even got your hair recolored, did laser, washed your hair with your delicious toasted vanilla shampoo, and even used your special occasion ‘chocolate shower gel’ all over your body.

you two agreed on meeting at an underground bar, meant for celebrities who want to take a break without getting mobbed by invasive people. you thought it would be way too risky to have heeseung pick you up, so instead you both separately arrived at the bar.

the building was super sketchy, the wallpaper was barely on and dust was collected everywhere. you did your best to hope that you wouldn’t get kidnapped and entered the (even sketchier) elevator. once you reached the basement, you were met with the most beautiful bar you’ve ever seen.

it was dark, the light wasn’t yellow or white, it was red. the red light created a surreal atmosphere and wasn’t too intense, there were a few people, not anyone you knew. you looked around and locked eyes with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen.

‘hi y/n’

‘hi heeseung’ you smiled

you both sat at a two seater table, it was intimate, but not awkward. you guys actually managed to get along really well, probably even better than when you guys would text or call. his knee would occasionally brush over yours, but he never moved it away first.

and safe to say, it went pretty well.

until your phone started ringing, and the only people who would call you were heeseung or your father. clearly it wasn’t heeseung so your body instantly started heating up when you realised who it was. ‘fuck- my fathers calling me’

‘oh uh.. come with me’ heeseung grabbed your wrist, his touch feeling feather light. he quickly dragged you to an unused room where no one was allowed. ‘answer the call here, it’s quiet’

you answer his call, putting on that fake smile you always have with him even though he can’t even see you.

‘hi daddy! what’s up’ your voice shaking just a bit,

‘where are you?, you know we have to attend a campaign early tomorrow’ your fathers voice has that familiar aggressiveness to it.

‘oh- i’m trying to buy a new dress for it, you know.. and i also need makeup so im shopping, ill be home soon i promise’

‘be home before 12, it’s already 10 and the campaign is at 8am tomorrow.’

you blindly agree with anything he says and manage to convince him you will definitely be home by 12. you cut the call and sigh while putting your phone back into your pocket, apologizing to heeseung.

you notice it, you notice how heeseung can’t take his eyes off your lips, you notice how his hands hover over your waist, you notice his breath becoming uneven.

you take it upon yourself to grab his collar and crash your lips onto his, his fingers digging into your waist as his knee finds its way between your thighs, settling right onto your cunt.

his hands guide your hips to grind him, his mouth muffle your moans he quickly makes his way onto his knees.

‘heeseung..’

‘just let me do this baby, just relax okay?’ his pushes up your dress until it rests on your hips, uncovering your drenched panties. ‘fuck, already soaked? just from grinding?’ he laughs.

your grip tightens in his hair, ‘shut up’ you smile despite yourself. he slides your panties down to your knees, not bothering to take them fully off. he pushes your thighs apart making your legs open giving him a a full view of your aching heat. the smile on his face doesn’t leave even when he latches his mouth right onto your clit.

fuck, you don’t know if it’s because of how hot he looks on his knees, or the adrenaline pumping through your veins knowing you may get caught, or if it’s even the fact your father thinks your buying dresses instead of having his rivals son eating you out, but the coil in your stomach tightens insanely fast.

you didn’t think he could be this skilled, his tongue takes its time exploring every inch of you, intertwining with your folds while his fingers finally ease their way into your heat. his tongue and fingers working simultaneously making you uncontrollably spill out moans, you were so vocal and responsive it didn’t take long for heeseung to become frustrated with his own growing hardness.

he increased his speed and pressure, sucked deeper till your fingers pulled on his hair so hard his scalp started burning. when he layed a gentle kiss right onto your clit, you instantly became undone. ‘look at you, dripping onto my tongue and shaking from just my fingers’

he smoothly got up, his hair messed up from your grip. his fingers push past your lips and you instinctively suck on them, tasting yourself on him. ‘good girl’ he releases his fingers from you, taking the into his own mouth to clean up whatever you left.

‘heeseung please,’ you say out of breath

‘tell me baby, what do you want?’ his hands travel up your sides and he gives you small kiss onto your cheek.

‘i want you to fuck me’

he lets out a smile once again before diving back into your mouth, his tongue forcing its way through your lips and savoring every inch of your mouth. he pulls himself away, a strand of saliva still connecting you two while you help him undo his belt and take his jeans off.

to no surprise, he was big. your mind instantly questioning if he would even fit in you. ‘wait..will it fit?’

he kisses you again ‘i’ll make it fit’ he pulls you into his arms and makes you wrap your legs around his waist before slamming your back into the wall, and in one thrust, burying himself in you. fuck, you thought you teared something from how much he stretched you.

he didn’t wait for you to adjust, he instantly started thrusting, your dress riding up higher and higher your body. you’ve been fucked before, but most guys were clumsy and only cared about making themselves cum. but heeseung? he could make you cum untouched, he repeatedly hit the spot inside of you that put you in absolute euphoria. your eyes squeezed shut, trying hard to not scream and get the employees attention while you get fucked in a room you are definitely not allowed to be in.

‘fuck baby, you’re so- tight’ heeseung groans himself, it was like you were made for his dick, perfectly molded to fit him inside you. ‘your father would fucking kill you if he saw you right now, moaning- fuck- moaning like a slut on his rivals sons dick- shit- right?’ he could feel you clench tighter at his words, he was right. you knew nobody could find out about this, you both would be dead. it didn’t take long for you to cum all over him again, your cunt already sensitive from the last orgasm. shortly after he thrusted harder, faster, chasing his own high. you suck on a spot on his neck which makes him instantly release hot ropes of cum inside of you. you felt him filling you up entirely, you were so fucked out you didn’t even care he didn’t wear a condom. you’d figure that out later, a morning after pill will fix it right?

he stays inside of you, your legs still wrapped around him when he meets your gaze. he looks just as fucked as you are, he rests his lips on yours again. your hands making way to his jaw, pulling him closer.

how were you two supposed to keep this secret?

lac4ygal

MUSTANG & MILKSHAKES ⋆˙⟡ ── 박성훈

⤷ ˚‧ You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere ˊ˗

PAIRINGS. 박성훈 x f !reader

TROPES. Tutor/student, forbidden romance, class difference, small town/big dreams, learning disability representation, opposites attract, second chance love

SUMMARY. Millbrook, Indiana. 1989. Your life is perfectly planned—until you’re assigned to tutor Park Sunghoon, the school’s most infamous senior. He’s failing English (again), lives for street racing, and couldn’t care less about rules. But he’s not stupid—just misunderstood. As you help him learn, he shows you a different way to live. Somewhere between late nights and quiet moments, your carefully mapped future starts to shift… and so do your feelings.

WORD COUNT. 20.4k

WARNINGS. Explicit sexual content (18+), kissing, penetrative sex, grinding, fingering, safe sex, depictions of undiagnosed learning disability, academic struggle, parental pressure, familial conflict, class differences, street racing, alcohol consumption, period-typical attitudes, strong language.

LACEYS NOTE. this was asked for a few times and I finally decided to post it so pls enjoy😽😽 this anon asked for it so ty for asking xx I hope you love Sunghoon and this story as much as I loved writing him. Thank you for reading— reblogs, likes and comments always keep me writing! Please enjoy

Principal Morrison's office smells like coffee and disappointment. You've been here before—student council meetings, scholarship recommendations, the kind of visits that end with praise and college brochures. Today feels different. Today, Mrs. Morrison's smile has an edge to it.

"I have a special assignment for you," she says, settling behind her desk. Outside, the hallway bustles with the chaos of first period passing. It's only the second week of senior year and you already have three AP classes, student council, yearbook committee, and exactly zero free periods.

nish7mura

𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻

Synopsis ♡: You're in need of help in your anatomy class. With nothing to lose you desperately search for a tutor. You meet Sim Jaeyun with a good deal to help you study, a deal too good to refuse

Genre ♡: Smut, porn with slight plot

Content ♡: Nerd Jake, petnames during intercourse (baby, babygirl), p in v, fingering (f receiving), creampie, unprotected sex and spanking (f receiving)

W.C ♡: 3.1k

slight author's note. This is my first ever post so feel free to like and reblog(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

(Could you tell I wrote this to study for my incoming biology test?)

You sighed deeply, standing, lost between the hallways and the sun piercing trough the window panels. You search for the library with a paper in hand and your new expensive purse dangling from your arm.

"Library...Ah right there" You exclaimed

You pull the door back, your heels clanked in the bare floors.

Your late grandfather has left you an inheritance of three million dollars in the condition of you passing college. Not with some easy degree. Something with math, science or health.

Bullshit. I know.

That's why you're stuck in a library that smelled like mustard, old books and purple pine-sol.

That's why you're stuck in a musty smelling library

Let's be honest. You aren't the brightest bulb out there or the sharpest one in the shed. You aren't that bright but you make up for it in different ways.

Hopefully.

You're looking for your tutor. A man by the name of Sim Jaeyun. You didn't know what he looked like. You just know he's a student. Could be an ugly guy for all you know.

You walk deeper into the library. Each step of your heel is basically an announcement of your arrival. Heads turned to look over you.

You just know they're all thinking

'Who's this pompous bitch?'

Finally, at the very end corner there lies an empty conference room. You push the doors.

A man has their backs turned, he was wearing a flannel shirt, plain pants. The works.

You finally had the courage to call out to him

"Hi are you Sim Jaeyun?" You ask

"Hi. Yeah" The man answered with a smooth foreign accent.

He had his glasses perfectly perched on his sharp, big nose. His hair was dyed brown which complimented his complexion and his bangs framing his face was the cherry on top. It perfectly sat on his beautiful face.

Even though his clothes were somehow casual and shabby it looked good on him.

"For tutoring?" You ask, almost a snort.

"Yes I'm Jaeyun...Call me Jake" He introduced.

You didn't this gorgeous man is volunteering to tutor other students.

You're in utter disbelief.

"Sit down and close the door." He commands

"It's just us?" You ask, eyes roaming around the conference room

"Is there a problem?" He shots back

The conference room was dimly lit, smelled worse than the room outside. There was a lingering funky smell that you couldn't quite put your finger to.

"Kinda? The room smells kinda funky" You complained

"Can't do anything about it, sorry. We can move if you want" He suggests

"Nevermind" You sat down beside him

"What do you need help with?" He asks

"Anatomy, mostly, I have a hard time memorizing them..." You bent down to pick up your books, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him

Jake was an attractive man, too attractive for someone who volunteers tutoring willingly with their free time. You discreetly unbotton the top buttons of your blouse while you were bent down.

"Where should we start first? The reproductive system? Or the human skeletal system? " He clears his throat

"Whatever you want teacher..." You said

"Skeletal system it is then..." He opens up your text book, sparing a single glace before looking back at you

"What always helps me memorize them is using a real live model..." He states like he just solved everything for you

"May I?" He asks, hands hovering before you

You nod. Anticipation and curiosity washes over you, wondering where this might take the both of you.

"Let's start from ankles and then up" He declared

He scoots even closer to you, he grabs your left feet. Resting it on his thighs. You were suddenly conscious of your weight, and how much you're putting on him.

"This is the transverse axis" He put his hands gently on your ankles

Then his hands hikes up to your legs.

"Tibia, Fibula...Then your knees are made out of many bones... Head of fibula, medial femoral condyle..."

You didn't really pay attention to the bones he was naming, all you could focus on was his touch. How it's slowly hiking up your body.

"Stand up please." Jake commands

You followed his instructions, standing up. The both of you are side to side, when you first came to the room he was sitting down, you didn't notice how tall he was. Now it's dawning in you that this man is tall, very tall. He's towering over you and you need to look up just to fully make eye contact with him.

He kept you close, still naming bones in your body, trailing along it.

You stopped paying attention when he was rambling about the bones in your knees and their purposes.

"Humans have twenty four ribs..." Jake declares as he touched your body. Trailing along your ribcage

When Jake comes closer, you feel his breath against your own.Your breath hitched as he worked his way up, closer and closer to your chest

When he's finished trailing along your body he discuses another part of the body.

"Humans also have something they call a spine. It's basically the backbone.

Bones in our spine aren't called bones. Well... they're bones but classified a 'vertebrae' and we have twenty four moveable vertebraes. Divided into five main categories."

"Cervical" Jake cups your face then hold the back of your head and neck

"Thoracic" Jake holds your lower back, feeling alone your thin and slim back

"Lumbar.." He holds the lowest part of your body

"Sacrum and Coccyx are...uh... In the lower part..." He stops his hands, He clears his throat.

A heat immediately rushes to your cheeks, and you feel yourself getting red.

By the time he's reached your collarbones you were already a blushing mess.

"And the scientific term for the collarbone is the clavicle... Remember it. I'll be quizzing you on this later"

He once again cups your face, still standing up.

"Last but not the least...The head. Frontal, Parietal, Temporal, Maximilla, Nasal and Zygomatic.."

Each of Jake's touch sent a fire in your core. A storm was brewing inside you.

You hesitantly go for a kiss when Jake's face was close. Jake's eyes widened with your actions.

You lean into him, his lips were soft and tender. He doesn't flinch away. Instead, he kisses you back. His eyes softened and now full naught. His lips curled up with hunger and lust. He trails his hands all over your back, then down to your butt. He cradles them as he fights your tongue for dominance. He cups your face as he sloppy kisses you, playfully biting your lips from time to time.

He takes of his glasses and pushes it somewhere, never breaking the kiss between the both of you.

Once you're out of breath, you pull away, panting. Chest rising up and down

"Sorry... I—" before you could mutter your full apology he shuts you up with another deep kiss

"Take off your skirt." He commands, he heads to the door, locking it "You and I will play a game"

"I'll be quizzing you on everything we just learned." He takes off his button up flannel.

His body was amazing. From the looks of it. He has a body of an athlete. Tan, lean and packed with muscles. He has the type of body that you can only maintain with years of experience and discipline.

"Lay down on the table. On your stomach. Ass out" He commands like the words he strung together were normal

You followed anyways. You laid yourself on the table, ass on the edge. Your heels were a tad bit too high, but the discomfort kind of added it's own charm.

He hurriedly pulls down your short skirt, it pooled down below your heels. He takes a moment to admire the view before him.

"Who the fuck wears thongs too classes?" He scoffs taunting you

He snaps your thong and it snapped back on your ass, sending a burning ripple to you.

"Holy shit you're dripping wet..." He exclaimed, like this information was some big news to him.

He moved on to his initial shock and became a tutor again.

"How many bones does the human body have?" He asked

"200?" You hesitantly ask. You weren't sure. You were too busy oogling at Jake earlier

"Wrong babygirl" He spanked your left butt cheek.

Right after his slap it throbbed, sending waves of pleasure to you. The slapping sound rippled across the room

"Try again baby girl..." He commands

"204!" You declare

You thought you were right but another spank rippled through your skin

"Wrong. Try again" his voice was filled with cockyness

"206? 206! There's two hundred and six bones in the human body" You shouted

"Good girl..." Without any warning, he inserts a finger inside

You bite your lip to stop a moan from coming out

"You're so tight baby" He exclaimed, pumping the single finger in and out

"Hmm how many ribs does an average human have?" He questioned.

His voice was accompanied by the wet noises of him pumping on your insides

"I don't know Jaeyun..." You frustratingly say

"you do remember... We just went over this" He told you. Pumping into your insides faster and faster

"Twenty...hmmmm!...No... Twenty two?...That sounds wrong. Twelve pairs is Twenty four. A-a human has twenty four ribs..." You fumble your answers around

"Good job babygirl..." With his words he inserts another finger inside

"Hmmm Jake!" You moan out his name

"I'm ready to answer another question"

"Okay what's the scientific term for the body part, Collarbone?" He asks

While he's waiting for your answers he leans over you, two fingers still pumping inside and he bites your neck. All the while you're on the table, laying on your stomach with your arms laid flat on the table. He leaves marks all over you, his mouth suctions on your nape like some leech, not wanting to let go

"I'm waiting..." His voice was full of demands

"I don't know..." You moan out

A slap echoes in the room. He pulls out his fingers that were inside and smacks your buttcheeks.

"Don't stop please?" You plead.

You were so close to climax but he took his fingers off, interrupting your flow.

"Then remember." He rolls his eyes

Another thunderous slap fills the room

"CLAVICLE! IT'S THE CLAVICLE!" You yell out the answer, full of confidence

Jake then inserts both of his fingers, them he slowly adds another

"How about the spine baby...? How many sections are there in the spine?" He asked, fingers still jabbing into you

"If you name them I might even give you a little reward"

"Hmmm" You managed to moan out as he continues to pump his fingers inside of you

"Uhmmm. Cervical, Thoracic, Lumbar, Sacrum..." You trailed off, the last part of the spine hung on your head. The pleasure throbbed inside but you wanted more.

You wanted to feel him, All of him inside

"You're forgetting one baby..." He used his other hand to slap your butt while he's still jabbing three of fingers over your wet tight walls

You could feel yourself again, being close to climax. On top of your mind you tried your very best to recall the last part you were forgetting

"Let me motivate you... If you get the last one maybe I'll dick you down right on this table." He stated.

You were more motivated to remember now. You want him so bad inside of you, after being edged to no end.

"Clarynx?" You hesitantly asked

"You're just spewing bullshit. Stop guessing and remember" He slaps it once again all the while he's pumping inside you

"hmmm...I know it starts with a C... I know..."

"We'll move on. Yeah?" He asks

"But...I want you..." You mumble under your breath

"But you don't remember. So I'll ask you name me at least two parts of your legs. Just two. I'll let you have my last finger inside that tight little pussy of yours..." He declared

"Why would I need four?" You let out an exhausted breath.

You were tired from the pleasure he's sending you

"That's almost how thick my cock is...." He seductively whispered in your ear

That sent a chill trough your spine. You're already a moaning and whimpering mess from his fingers. You almost came twice and yet he's not even inside.

The thought of him turned you on and excited you, but the thought of him inside you also scared you.

"I'm waiting babygirl...." His voice demanding

"Tibia and Fibula! Th-Those are bones in the leg!" You exclaimed

"Good job baby..."

Without warning he jabs the fourth finger inside of you

You immediately moan out from the pain and pleasure over you

"Hopefully that jogged your memory..." He says "So what's the last part of the Spine?"

"Coccyx" You managed to say, despite the throbbing pain and pleasure that's making you see stars

"Good job babygirl..." He breathes out

"Now, I am a man of my word"

He finally rips of the thong that is still on your butt cheek and throws in on the table where you're laying at. You catch it through your peripheral discarded a few inches away from where you're at.

He doesn't even ask if you're on a birth control. Which you are.

But he doesn't spare another second and inserts himself inside of you. You could hear his belt being unbuckling, and then the next thing you hear is clothes dropping down to the floor.

The last thing you feel before being impailed by him was his own cock twitching on you.

"Fuck Jaeyun!" You yelled out, your strained voice echoes through the room loudly, enough to hear yourself back through the pleasure he's giving you. Your knees are slowly buckling back as he slowly sinks into you.

You're being stretched out. You couldn't fully take him. He's too big, and he's cocky about it

"Fuck baby you're so tight? You're telling me you only fuck guys with small dicks?" He tauntingly asked

You couldn't answer. You couldn't string full words

"Answer me when I'm asking you." He growls, pulling at your hair to face him

You follow the direction he's pulling at.

He finally inserts himself fully with one long thrust, at that point you're already a full mess, mumbling incoherent words and never stringing them together. Jake's cock was long, thick and girthy.

Jake starts thrusting. Slowly. He grips into your hips for support as he goes back and forth. His thrusting slowly picked up its pace.

"Listen to that.. Music to my ears"

Jake was referring to the obscene sounds of your flesh slapping together

You bit your lip to muffle the sounds of your moaning to the point you're tasting an overwhelming amount of metal and rust on your mouth.

With Jake's thrust he's fastening his pace, you slowly move a tiny fraction of an inch in the table. Your legs violently shake now as you try to keep in balance.

Jake's hips dips in and out while he massages your nipples, playing with them in a circular motion.

All of his actions throw you even more closer to the edge. You didn't want to climax without him

"Fuck Baby you're clenching on me so fucking hard are you trying to cut my dick in half?" He chuckles like this was a game to him

"I-i don't want to cum yet..." You managed to say

"Baby you can cum as many times as you fucking want. The more the merrier"

He continues to his fast pace, massaging your nipples from behind and leaving hickeys to parts of your body he can reach—like a sign of ownership, that he's marking what's his.

He was relentless with his sucking.

He enjoys the view of you being a mumbling mess, almost too stupid to form words because he's fucked you stupid and until you saw the stars.

He also enjoys how you're arching so perfectly. He watched as your head rolls back, your hair falling on your perfect back, with not a single hint of blemishes or hair.

He was most fond of the noise you're making, the praises and compliments you were singing to him like he's the best dick you've ever had. He finds it funny that you're biting your lips to muffle the moans you're making that he's caused. But they're all in vain, the both of you are still a messy noise.

He smiles at himself, he's so proud of the pleasure he's sending you. He's confident that you're pretty much satisfied with what he's doing. Considering the amount of explicit sounds you're producing. He's whipped and drunk for you and your pussy the same way you are with his.

Jake deliberately even hurried with each thrust. But he himself was close but he wants you to finish first before he releases. Even though you're wrapped so nice and tight against his dick, he tries his best to hold onto his release.

He's dedicated to keeping his promises. He's giving you the award he vowed.

Jake has had his eye on you for awhile now. Since the start of first semester. He knew to himself that you didn't notice him in Chemistry class first sem. And he's accepted to himself that you never will notice him. You're way too out of his league. You're beautiful, you're rich, you're surprisingly kind and humble despite your easy upbringing. He observes you closely, he notices the little things. You aren't just some pompous bitch. You're more complex and layered than that. Which made you even more unattainable. That's why he's accepted the fact you're never going to notice him.

Up until today. You showed up on his system, waiting for a tutor. And like the universe has aligned all its stars on the right axis to put you together.

You finally climax after a long, deep and hard thrust. You finally collapsed on the table while he released his cum inside you. He dumped his full load inside of you, he watched as his own seed dripped out of your pussy.

You managed to sit up and turn from your uncomfortable position in the table, facing Jake and his red flushed face. He steps closer to you, planting a kiss on your forehead

"You were amazing baby..." He smiles, his pearly whites and boyish features scrunching into a beautiful smile

"I could say the same thing Teacher...."

sunmoonnie

Kiss It Better

bf!jake x reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ summary :: being single in your teenage years made you miss out on many things, one of them being the kissing game with the soda flavored lipsticks. so, now that you finally have a boyfriend, you decide to play it. however, the game quickly escalates into something more...

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VIRGIN? ✩ S. JAEYUN

( 심재윤 ) ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ dom!nerd!jake ⋆ kissing ⋆ spanking ⋆ oral (f receiving) ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ rough sex ⋆ degradation ⋆ orgasm denial ⋆ edging ⋆ fingering ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ fingers in mouth ⋆ brief choking ⋆ creampie ⋆ mild humiliation : 4145

──── in which ︵ you always thought jake was the shy, inexperienced type; quiet, nerdy, awkwardly innocent compared to you and your chaotic dating life. so when teasing turns into tension during a late-night study session, you expect a hesitant first time at best. instead, jake completely flips the script, leaving you overwhelmed, speechless, and realizing way too late that maybe he was never as innocent as you made him out to be.

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you met jake during your freshman year of college, back when gen eds still had lecture halls packed with hungover students and you were too busy flirting with the guy behind you to pay attention to the syllabus.

jake sat in the front row, always on time, always typing faster than the professor could speak. you didn't talk to him at first. he was quiet, soft-spoken, a little awkward—but sharp as hell, and once you were grouped for a project in psych, you realized he wasn't shy so much as selective.

you, on the other hand, were loud, social, and unapologetically open about everything—your opinions, your hookups, your weekend party plans. you weren't ashamed of how many people you'd been with. if anything, you liked watching jake blush when you casually mentioned fucking someone in the backseat of their car or getting eaten out in the frat house laundry room. he'd adjust his glasses, press his lips together, and look anywhere but at you.

now, sophomore year, you and jake were close. close enough to hang out late in his dorm with your legs in his lap. close enough to let your jokes get borderline inappropriate. close enough that you thought you knew him. in your mind, jake was textbook virgin material—never talked about sex, never mentioned a body count, always deflected when you asked.

he didn't have a girlfriend, didn't flirt, didn't date. so naturally, you assumed he hadn't gotten around to it yet. maybe he was waiting for someone special.

maybe he was nervous. maybe he just didn't have the confidence.

either way, the idea of jake having any real experience never even crossed your mind.

you were very, very wrong.

jake wasn't a man-whore. he wasn't the type to sleep around for sport, and he didn't brag. but he wasn't inexperienced either.

seven bodies, each one intentional. a handful of casual flings, one almost-relationship, and more than enough practice to know what he was doing. he just didn't feel the need to talk about it—not to anyone. especially not you. not when he could tell how much you liked playing the dominant one in the friendship. you liked teasing him, liked pretending he didn't know anything. and jake? he liked letting you think that.

which brings you to now—sprawled out in his one-person dorm room, papers scattered across his bed, half studying and half talking shit like usual. the desk light is on, casting a soft yellow glow across the room, and the sound of some random playlist hums quietly in the background. you're dressed comfortably—stretchy shorts that ride up every time you shift and a big tee that covers just enough to make it unfair. jake, as always, looks effortless in his nerdy little uniform; black sweatpants that sag a little too low on his hips and a tight, long-sleeve compression shirt that clings to every lean muscle in his upper body.

he's leaning against the wall, long legs stretched out, eyes flicking back and forth between a printout and his notes. you're not paying attention. you haven't been for at least twenty minutes.

"sooo… i slept with that guy from my art history class,"'you say suddenly, voice light and smug as you stretch out across the mattress.

jake doesn't look up. just hums softly in response, the sound low in his throat. you roll onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him while you talk.

"he was cute. decent mouth, boring fingers. kinda soft. i had to fake it twice." his pen keeps moving. steady. unaffected. you narrow your eyes.

"you never tell me about your sex life. like, ever. i could probably name your gpa, your favorite protein bar, and the order of your morning routine, but i have no idea what you're like in bed."

"maybe that's not somethin' you need to know," he says without missing a beat. you scoff, smiling. "so you do have one." jake just shrugs, not even looking at you. and that makes you grin wider.

"what?" you tease. "scared to tell me you're a virgin?" that gets him. not visibly—not in any dramatic way—but his pen pauses for just a second too long. his shoulders stay relaxed, but his eyes finally lift to meet yours. "you think so?" he asks, calm. flat. you nod, teasing lilt in your voice. "one hundred percent positive you're a virgin."

he stares at you. you stare right back. and the tension, usually playful, suddenly shifts.

still light, but dense enough to press against your chest. his lips twitch—not quite a smile, not quite a frown—and then he says it: "wan' see what a virgin can do?" your breath catches. for a second, you think you misheard him. but the look on his face tells you otherwise. he's serious. composed. like this has been sitting in his back pocket for weeks, waiting for you to finally test him hard enough. you lean back, settling against the headboard, raising a brow. "you're serious?"

jake doesn't respond. doesn't need to. he sets his notebook aside, pushes the last of his notes away, and shifts toward you without breaking eye contact. his hands find your hips first—strong, certain—and he pulls you gently, slowly, until you're flat on your back beneath him. his knees settle between your thighs, spreading them slightly as he leans down. your shirt rides up, shorts tugged tight around the tops of your thighs, but jake doesn't even glance down. his eyes stay locked on yours as he dips in, kisses you softly.

you kiss him back, waiting for the awkward tongue or messy pressure, but it doesn't come. it's gentle, yeah, but not unsure. his lips part yours like he knows exactly how he wants to take his time, and his hand comes up to cradle your jaw as he deepens it. it's a kiss that says he's not in a hurry. not at all.

you break the kiss first, smirking as you look up at him. "typical virgin," you mutter. he doesn't react. doesn't even blink. he just lowers his head to your neck, lips brushing softly along your skin.

"you don't have to be gentle with me, you know," you add, almost challenging. he hums, breath warming the dip beneath your ear. "i know."

you scoff under your breath, cocky and unimpressed. "clearly not…" and that's when he sinks his teeth into your neck, hard enough to make you gasp—hands tightening around your hips like he's just made up his mind. his bite lingers just long enough to leave heat throbbing under your skin, and when he pulls back, his voice is lower than it's ever been.

"y'know," he says, tilting his head, "i've really had enough of the attitude. i think s'time i shut you up, yeah?" your smirk returns instantly. you roll your eyes as if he hasn't just made your heart skip. "you can try, virgin boy."

he doesn't rise to it—not with words, anyway. he just hums. quiet and calm, like he's already halfway to somewhere you can't follow.

then he moves, pushing off the bed and standing at the edge with that same slow, deliberate control that's suddenly making you nervous. his hands reach out for your hips again and this time, he doesn't pull you gently—he drags you down the mattress until your thighs are hanging just slightly off the edge, knees bent, body sprawled under him like he's setting up a game he's been dying to play.

his voice comes again, firmer now: "ass up." and you listen. you shift to your stomach without a second thought, lifting your hips and arching your back into position, cheek pressed into the sheets.

you feel the air hit your thighs as your oversized t-shirt rides up, and your breath catches when jake slides your shorts down to your thighs and pauses.

"no panties?" he says, voice dropping further. "been plannin' this, haven't you?" you don't answer. your face is already warm and your body is buzzing, and part of you wants to keep playing it cool—keep pretending this isn’t throwing you off balance.

bad idea.

his palm lands on your ass, fast and loud. the smack makes you jolt and hiss, more from surprise than pain, and he doesn't waste a second before rubbing over the sting with a gentle sweep of his hand. "i asked you a question, didn't i?" he says, calm but sharp.

you swallow and nod. "yeah," you breathe. "been wanting it." he lets out a soft, breathy laugh, one that sounds more like satisfaction than amusement. "mm. such a slut." his knees hit the floor behind you, and the next thing you feel is his hands—wide, steady, practiced—gripping both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart without hesitation.

the room goes quiet except for your breathing and the shift of fabric and skin, and then jake hums again, deep and almost pleased.

"hm. look at that," he murmurs, staring down at your soaked cunt.

"fuckin' drippin' f'me." and then he's leaning in. no warning, no teasing.

his tongue meets you with full intention, licking through your folds and groaning into your skin like he's waited months for this. his hands keep you spread open while he eats—sloppy and slow at first, then precise, mouth focused on your clit until you're grinding back against him in desperation. his tongue drags up and down before circling, sucking, licking again until your arms shake from holding yourself up.

you moan loud enough that it fills the room, and jake doesn't stop. doesn't pause. he just buries his face deeper and lets you cry out, fingers digging into your ass to keep you still. you feel the tip of one finger, then two, slip inside—easing in with a slow stretch that has your mouth falling open, eyes fluttering closed.

he pumps them gently while his tongue stays locked on your clit, and it's all too much, too fast, too good. your stomach tightens and your thighs begin to tremble, that pressure building deep and low—until he pulls away. everything—his mouth, his fingers, his warmth—gone.

you whine before you can stop yourself, pushing back toward him with your hips, but he's already standing up again, towering over you with a fresh edge to his voice.

"aw," he says, feigning sympathy, "you wanted to cum?" you whimper in response, breath shaky. your legs are sticky with slick and your skin's hot all over. he smacks your ass again, harder than before. "use your words like a big girl."

"y-yeah," you stammer, eyes squeezed shut. "please, jake. please…" you hear the shuffle of fabric—his sweatpants sliding down, the low groan that leaves his throat when his dick springs free. your hips twitch involuntarily, needing something to touch, to feel, and then his hand is on your back again, pressing you down into the bed. "stay just like that," he mutters. "don't fuckin' move."

his dick is hot and heavy as he runs it through your slick, dragging the head over your folds, letting it catch against your entrance again and again. he lets out a quiet groan at the wet sound it makes, then finally—finally—he presses in. not soft. not gentle. he sinks into you in one rough thrust, and your mouth drops open with a strangled moan.

he's big, thick, filling you all at once without a single pause to let you adjust. your hips jerk forward from the force of it, knees nearly slipping on the sheets, and jake groans behind you—low and filthy, like he's been holding back all night.

he doesn't move. just holds there, deep inside, his palm still planted on the small of your back. "still a virgin?" he asks, voice thick. you try to speak—try to throw another jab, keep the upper hand—but all that comes out is a broken moan. you manage half the sentence: "yeah, you're s-still a virg—" and he pulls out halfway, then slams back in. you cry out, thighs shaking, arms barely keeping you upright.

"since you wan' be a lil fuckin' brat," jake mutters, hips still, dick buried to the base, "you'll do the work yourself."

you whine, low and desperate, hips squirming in his grip like you're trying to retreat—but there's nowhere to go. he's still buried inside you, thick and unyielding, his palm pressed to the small of your back keeping you locked in place. you feel every inch of him, the stretch still fresh and sharp, your walls fluttering around his dick as your body tries to adjust. it's overwhelming. too full, too deep, too sudden. you shift slightly, trying to roll your hips to find some kind of rhythm, some relief—but jake doesn't move. doesn't help. he just stands there behind you, breathing heavy, watching.

"what're you waitin' for?" he says after a moment, voice flat and laced with quiet challenge. "go on. do the work. this is what you wanted, right?" you turn your head against the mattress, eyes half-lidded and lips parted as you suck in a shaky breath. you want to mouth off—want to say something smug, something cocky, keep the upper hand—but your body betrays you. your thighs tremble when you start to move, back arching deeper as you pull forward slightly, then push back onto him in a slow, testing grind.

the stretch is brutal, even with how wet you are. his dick drags against every sensitive spot inside you as you try to fuck yourself on him, try to show him you can handle it. you do it again, a little faster, trying to establish a rhythm. it's messy and uneven, but it's something. your hands claw at the sheets as you rock back again, your ass slapping softly against his pelvis.

"mm, yeah," jake hums above you, his hand sliding from your lower back to your hip, fingers digging into the flesh there as he watches you fuck yourself on his dick. "that's what i thought." you don't answer.

your breath comes out in gasps, each roll of your hips making it harder to think. you're doing exactly what he told you to, but it's not enough. not really. your pace starts to falter after a few minutes, your thighs burning and your arms weakening beneath you, and jake notices. he can feel it—the way your movements slow, the way you sink lower into the mattress with each tired thrust. and instead of helping you, instead of rewarding the effort, he tsks under his breath like he's disappointed.

"already gettin' tired?" he mutters. "but you were talkin' all that shit earlier, weren't you?" you start to whimper, hips stuttering as you try to keep going, but he cuts you off with another sharp smack to your ass—this one harder than the rest. your body jolts forward with the impact, a moan ripping from your throat as your walls clench around him involuntarily.

"pathetic," jake says, his tone flat but dripping in mockery.

"thought you could handle a 'virgin,' right? what happened to all that attitude, huh?" you try to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a garbled sound—a half-broken sob against the sheets. your body feels hot all over, skin tingling, your cunt aching and tight around him. you need him to move. need him to do something.

he leans forward without warning, his chest brushing your back as his hand slides up your spine and tangles in your hair. he grips it tight, forcing your head back just enough so your cheek lifts from the mattress, and his other hand reaches around, fingers prying at your lips until two of them slip into your mouth. "open," he says, voice low and steady. "tongue out."

you obey instantly, tongue pressing against his fingers as he slides them deeper, thumb flattening on your tongue while the others rest inside your mouth. it's filthy. controlling. it leaves you drooling onto the sheets as your mouth stretches around him, throat vibrating with every sound you try to make. you moan around his fingers when he finally starts to move behind you—slow, grinding thrusts that feel impossibly deep with the way he angles his hips down.

each push forward punches a breath out of your lungs, and every retreat makes you cry for more.

"mm," jake groans behind you, his voice closer now, his hips pressing harder. "fuckin' tight. y'feel that, baby? feel how good you grip me?" you moan again, louder this time, and he just pushes his fingers down harder on your tongue to shut you up. your eyes roll back, body twitching as he begins to thrust harder, rougher, fucking you like he's trying to prove a point. his hand on your hip keeps you steady, dragging you back to meet every slam of his dick, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the walls of his tiny dorm. your thighs shake uncontrollably now, and you're practically drooling around his fingers as your body starts to break apart beneath him.

"yeah?" he pants, voice ragged with effort. "feels so good, doesn't it, baby? this what you needed? needed me deep inside you? thrusting into you all rough like that?" all you can do is sob—no real words, just broken, desperate sounds as your body trembles under the force of it all. your pussy flutters around him, tight and wet and throbbing, and jake groans deep in his chest when he feels it.

"i know, baby," he murmurs. "i know."

he pulls his fingers from your mouth and lets them trail down your chin, your spit glistening on your skin. his hand finds your throat next—not squeezing, just resting there, heavy and warm—as he keeps fucking into you at a punishing pace. you're so far gone you can't tell where your body ends and his begins, your vision blurred and your mind clouded with heat and sound and scent. his dick is so deep it feels like he's splitting you in half, like you'll never be able to think straight again without remembering what this felt like.

you thought you could handle him.

you thought he was soft.

you thought he was a virgin.

you were so, so wrong.

you don't know when your moans turn into full blown cries—somewhere between his dick slamming deep inside you and the sharp press of his hand around your throat, your body crosses a line. your legs aren't just shaking now—they're folding under you. your arms gave up minutes ago, chest collapsed into the mattress, spine arched in a perfect curve while he keeps holding you in place like he owns you. your mouth is open, your eyes squeezed shut, and everything feels tight and slick and heavy, like your body's been split into pieces and jake is the only one holding them together.

he's breathing hard now, jaw clenched above you as he fucks into you like he's possessed—deep, brutal thrusts that make your whole body jerk with each impact. his grip on your hip is so tight it might bruise. his palm slides from your throat to your jaw, forcing your face to the side so he can see the mess you've become. your spit's on your chin, your mascara smudged, and there's a thin sheen of sweat sticking your shirt to your back. he doesn't say anything for a moment. just watches. breathes. thrusts.

and then, low and clear in your ear: "you still think m'a fuckin' virgin?" you try to shake your head, but it's weak, barely a twitch.

your voice comes out as a slurred moan—something like no, but not quite human. "mm. that's what i thought," he murmurs, voice dark with satisfaction. "you run your mouth like a brat, but look at you now—barely takin' me, gettin' ready to tap out."

you feel his hand slide down, fingers slipping between your legs until they find your clit again—sensitive, swollen, already throbbing from being teased. the second he touches you there, you cry out, body jolting in overstimulation. "you close?" he asks, like it's casual. like he doesn't already know the answer from the way your cunt clenches around him every time he grinds against your sweet spot.

you nod frantically, almost sobbing. "yes, yes, please—" but it's too easy. he pulls his fingers away. slows his thrusts to an agonizing roll of his hips, dragging his dick out slowly before snapping back in hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. "yeah, no," he mutters. "not yet."

“jake,” you sob, back arching, toes curling into the sheets. "please—"

"should've thought about that before you ran your fuckin' mouth," he snaps, and suddenly the rhythm picks back up again. he fucks into you harder this time, like punishing you for every word you've said since the moment you walked into his room. "call me 'virgin boy' again. go on. say it."

you're incoherent. your lips move, but the only thing you can manage is a gasp, a plea, your hands grabbing at the blankets like they might save you. he laughs. fucking laughs. low and mean. "yeah. not so mouthy now, are you?" his fingers return to your clit, fast and rough, rubbing tight circles that make your hips buck against his. you're begging without words now, just high, desperate noises, whimpering into the mattress as your orgasm coils tighter and tighter until you're seconds away from snapping—and again, he stops.

you whine, full-body shaking, face crumpling against the sheets. you're soaked. trembling. ruined. “jake,” you cry, voice raw.

"please. i-i can't—" he grabs your hair again, pulls your head up so your ear is near his mouth. "yes you can," he says, cruel but quiet.

"you wanted this to happen, you begged for this to happen, so now you have no other choice but to take it."

then he pushes your face back down. hand back on your hip. cock slamming into you again like he's trying to make you forget your own name. every thrust punches another moan out of you, rough and desperate, your body grinding into the mattress, thighs soaked and shaking as he gives you no space to recover. no escape. just him. inside you. everywhere.

"gonna cum," you choke out, voice high and broken. "go ahead," he says, voice thick with arousal. "cum all over my fuckin' dick, mama." and you do. hard. your whole body seizes under him, every nerve on fire, pussy clenching so tight around him that he groans—loud and deep—like the sound gets dragged out of him from somewhere in his chest.

your orgasm crashes over you in waves, dizzying and uncontrollable, your cries muffled by the sheets, thighs twitching violently as you come harder than you ever have in your life.

"fuck—there you go," jake grits through his teeth. "just like that. look so fuckin' good when you fall apart." he doesn't stop. he keeps fucking you through it, deep and relentless, using your spasming cunt to chase his own high. he's not even trying to hold back now—his grip turns bruising, his breathing ragged, dick slamming into you at a brutal pace until you're crying all over again.

"shit—gonna—" jake cuts himself off with a groan, then slams into you one last time and holds there, buried deep, his dick twitching as he spills inside you. the heat of it floods your already-sensitive body, and all you can do is moan, breathless and wrecked. jake stays still for a few seconds, head tipped back, chest rising and falling as he comes down from it.

then he slowly pulls out, careful with your oversensitive body, your hips jerking as his dick leaves you. his cum leaks down your thighs almost immediately, and you can barely move. your body is limp, shaking, forehead pressed into the sheets as you gasp for air. he bends over you, fingers brushing your lower back, light now.

reverent. "you okay?" he whispers, voice softer again. real.

you nod weakly, and he presses a kiss to your spine. then another to your shoulder. and finally one to the base of your neck, right where he bit you earlier—like sealing it. like claiming it. you don’t say anything for a while. you don't need to.

he already proved everything he needed to.

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3:59 AM. — WC: 2,437

pairing: olderbf!sunghoon x reader

includes: age gap, established relationship, use of “pretty” as a pet name, shady but oblivious sunghoon, mentions drinking and drunk sunghoon, arguing, I think I wrote bullshit once but overall no cursing, rushed ending bc idk how to write endings,

rant: the more posts I make, the better they’re starting to look visually —once I figure out how to use pretty colors on text I will be insufferable

continuation of olderbf!sunghoon but not necessarily a part 2

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It was naive of you to think it would only happen once.

If she was so comfortable doing it in front of you that one night, either she’d been doing it long before that or she’d start doing it more now that she knew she could.

You wanted to trust Sunghoon, especially since he’d done so much to reassure you after you’d admitted how she made you feel, but it’s like he didn’t understand just how serious this was for you.

The amount of issues this has caused is almost comical considering it keeps happening over the same things.

If she isn’t texting and calling at odd hours of the day, you’re hearing stories about her from Sunghoon because of how much time they actually spend together.

How he doesn’t find her behavior weird is probably why this affected you the most.

They were supposed to be studying—all 8 of them—but then Sunghoon called you, asking if you could pick him up from a bar near campus, and one of the many voices in the background was hers.

You nearly said no and hung up on him then, but now that you lived together, there was no ignoring him.

So you went; the drive was short because of both the distance but also how fast you were driving—really, you just wanted to get back home as soon as you could.

And by the time you pulled around the entrance of the bar, there they were; with about two other people you could recognize as their friends, but it was Sunghoon who she chose to cling onto as she stumbled a little too dramatically for it to be genuine.

What really upset you was how close he was to her; maybe he was holding on for his own balance, but he was letting her hold onto him the way only you should.

When he recognized your car, his expression shifted a little, hesitation maybe? But his arms didn’t move, and he stood still like he needed confirmation.

You had to get off and help him inside.

He rambled about why you brought your car and not his since yours only fit two people, but you’d done this intentionally, so you ignored his words and covered it up by suggesting he say bye to his friends.

They were all too drunk to really care that they couldn’t be taken home, but she was furious—you could see it in the way she was looking at you now that Sunghoon was clinging onto you.

Once he’s in the car, Sunghoon’s mind is nowhere else.

He’s beside you after a whole day of classes and intense studying, and that’s all he cares about despite having been upset with you five seconds ago for bringing the wrong car.

You found no point in arguing or talking with him in this state.

Sunghoon could recognize that you were upset, but he genuinely didn’t believe or know that he’d done anything wrong and assumed it had nothing to do with him.

At least, not until the morning after.

Not until he woke up with a horrible headache and you weren’t waking him up with soup or even just a pill to help.

Instead, he found you lying beside him, your back turned to him as you kept to your side of the bed only.

He didn’t want to look into the wrong things; you aren’t obligated to take care of him, especially not during a hangover he caused himself.

So he tried to ignore it a little, just enough that he would still address it only indirectly if it came up.

Except it never did.

Not when you finally woke up; not while you had breakfast; and not before you left for work.

You sent one text in the entire day and it was just to let him know you’d be home late because you were asked to close.

He tried to open up a conversation by asking if you’d want to eat out today, but you never responded.

And now you’re back home; about as distant as you were before you left only now showered and in the kitchen looking for something to eat.

He only let it drag on a little longer, just to see if you’d say anything when he’s close by.

And when you ignored him as he stood in the kitchen clearly doing nothing else but waiting for you, he sighed softly and walked up to your side.

“You’re upset.” He states.

“You could be psychic with your intuition.” You scoff, focusing more on your hands as you wash some rice in a bowl.

“Come on, talk to me,” he encourages, his hand sliding up your back before it settles on your shoulder.

You relax a little.

He hopes it means you’re going to fold soon and tell him what he needs to know to either explain or excuse whatever he did.

“I just don’t get how studying turns into going out for drinks with—” you begin, and you nearly say her name because that’s where the real issue is, but you think he’ll write you off as jealous and that isn’t the case.

“Whatever. I don’t care.” You add dismissively, shaking your head slightly, as if it would clear the thought in your head.

But as you walk away, he just follows behind you.

“Is that it?…” He asks softly, coming up behind you.

You don’t respond, partially ignoring him as you start the rice cooker even as his hands slide around your waist from behind.

If he does this right, you can’t hold this out much longer.

“Should I have called? Told you I was going to a bar after?” He asks, leaning his head against yours as he speaks into your ear.

“If you want more transparency, I can give you that. But not if you don’t ask for it.”

You stand there, almost letting him make you forget why you were upset in the first place with how “healthy” and “good” of a boyfriend he is.

“I want you to stop talking to her.” You say softly, a little suddenly since it’s not what you’re talking about right now.

“Hmm? Who?” Sunghoon asks, straightening up slightly and leaning over your shoulder to try and look at you.

You do him one better and turn in your place to face him properly.

“You know who,” you point out, sulking a little.

“Why? What happened?” He asked, trying to remember a time where she had the chance to talk to you and what it was this time.

“Does it matter? I shouldn’t have to explain why I don’t like someone to my boyfriend for him to believe me.” You say, crossing your arms.

“You can’t just ask me to stop being friends with someone and not tell me why.” He says, backing up slightly to put some space between you both.

Now he was taking this more seriously; it doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s being defensive and was acting differently moments ago when he thought it was something you took too personally.

“Fine.”

“Let’s start with the fact that she’s calling and texting you all day even on the days you’re supposed to be “studying” with her and the others.” You point out.

“Is it so wrong that she’s asking me for lecture notes or the time we’re meeting at the library? She’s in the same classes as me— and we’re friends.” He says, trying to emphasize the “friend” part now that you’ve made it seem like he’s lying to you about where he goes.

“So it’s because you two are such good friends that she just needs to be clinging onto you—that every time you go out with them, she’s the most prominent person in whatever you do tell me.”

“Okay— whatever you think is going on, isn’t happening.” He began.

“The fact that you’d think I’d do any of that when we’ve been together longer than I’ve known her is insane—”

“Then you should have no problem deleting her number and limiting how much you talk to her.” You shrugged, firm on your ask because you really don’t want to go through this again.

“You’re being unreasonable.” He says, not fully thinking about the words before they slip.

“Believe whatever you want to believe, I’m not going to make this a big deal when it could be solved with you trusting me more.”

“So you’re not going to do it?” You ask.

“No.”

And with that, you deem the conversation over and you walk away.

He tries getting you to stay, maybe he wanted to resolve the situation completely his way, but you don’t see why you’d stay and go back and forth some more when he already knows what you want him to do.

And since Sunghoon can’t take hints, you force him away by locking yourself in your shared room.

None of this is like you—if anything, the fact that he called you unreasonable is working to make you feel like you’re throwing a fit now that you’ve done this.

But you need the time to yourself, especially right now that you can’t tell if you’re going to cry or yell at him the next time you see him.

You won’t do it now that you’re alone though; you’re too angry to cry and too upset to be fully angry.

Unlike you, Sunghoon doesn’t mind and has the friends to confide in when he doesn’t know what to do.

These aren’t his med school friends—talking to them would have given him more problems—these are people like Jake and Sunoo who he’s met overtime and not because of a shared interest.

And it’s Jake who he trusts to talk to about this; Jake might not be the best boyfriend in his own relationships, but he’d tell Sunghoon if he were wrong.

And that’s exactly what happens.

Jake doesn’t even let Sunghoon tell him the entire thing before he’s asking if Sunghoon is really still talking to this girl even after the first incident between the two of you.

Sunghoon tries to make excuses, but they fall short now that there’s one other person telling him they’re bullshit.

Only now does he feel guilty for arguing with you about it.

Not because he values Jake’s opinion more than yours, but because he’s realizing slowly that he was previously being ignorant.

All he can think to do then is to give you your space.

Until you come looking for him or make it clear you want to talk to him, he’ll just have to bite his tongue and wait it out.

And while he waits for that to happen, he slowly pulls away from the girl; his main worry before and now was that it would cause unnecessary drama in his friend group, so he tries to do it in a way that makes it clear she can still text him, but only if it’s related to school or else he won’t answer.

Even when it is related to school, he doesn’t answer as quickly as he did before.

And after a few days of this where you aren’t talking to him and he isn’t trying to do the most for these people, he’s realizing that he’s been evenly dividing his time for you with them when he shouldn’t have been.

When he realizes you’re holding out longer than he’d like you to, he tries to get you to open up again with a gesture.

Flowers in the morning to start.

But you come back to find Sunghoon trying to make dinner himself.

When he sees you, he looks a little upset that you’d gotten home and he still wasn’t done, but he tries to buy himself some time by asking you to go shower and change clothes.

It doesn’t give him much; you come back and he still has to wait for a pot to boil over.

You recognize that he’s sulking as he waits near it with his arms crossed.

And this, plus the amount of time that’s passed where he’s given you your space, plus the gestures—they’re helping to soften you up.

“I don’t like this…” you say first, standing just a few feet away while you mimic his position.

For a moment, he believes you’re talking about the food, but he understands quickly that you mean the fight now that he’s looking at you.

“Couples fight, it’ll happen again…” he says; he means for it to sound reassuring—that you two can and will fight again for whatever reason and you’ll be okay.

But he gives up pretty quickly on that angle when he sees how little it does to make things better.

“N-not for the same reason though—“ he quickly adds, pushing off the counter he was leaning on.

“I haven’t stopped talking to her, but the way things are now…she just doesn’t text or call as much.” He explains.

“I know it isn’t what you want, but please understand that I just don’t want to cause any drama.”

You hear him out, and you appreciate that he’s doing something more than he thinks you do.

“Just one more thing, and then we will never talk about this again.” You say, and he nods a little eagerly like he really wants to put this behind you both.

“It’s not that I didn’t trust you. But it’s clear that she likes you, and I didn’t like that she was taking advantage of the fact that you’re a nice person to try and get something out of you.”

This isn’t something Sunghoon ever considered; but no matter how much he doesn’t believe that this is the case, he’s more than willing to leave it at that because it doesn’t affect his perspective.

“I might be stupid, but I’m not an idiot…” he sighs, making his way to you now that he feels he can.

“Do you know how hard it would be to make me look at anyone but you?” He asks, softer now that he’s closer to you.

“I don’t know…she seemed to get pretty close.” You shrugged, mostly just wanting to hear him reassure you some more.

“You and her seem to think so…but I don’t actually think about anything else but you during the day and just before I fall asleep at night.” He says, arms snaking around your waist as he leans forward slightly to put you both on the same level.

“Promise?”

“C’mon, pretty…what do you think is getting me through med school?”

“If it weren’t for what I get to come home to, I probably would have dropped out by now.”

yeokii

⠀⠀LOVE ME BACK ' 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎

⠀ ❤︎ ' jake, your boyfriend didn't care enough for you. but his best friend heeseung did.

𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 ─── ✿ 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 . heavily inspired by otl ! 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ' angst cheating profanity suggestive arguing ' ( 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 ) ♱ like and reblog ! 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 . 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾

⠀ ‎‎𝐈𝐈 . O1 O2 O3 O4 O5 O6 O7 O8 O9 O10 O11 O12 O13 O14 O15 O16

여키 EDITION . no dogwa in this becayse no one likes him fuck dohwa

nisc0

A short sequel from the story : GOOD BOY ─── part 1 〡 part 2

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!jake 𝓍 f!reader 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI) 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : swearing, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, mattress humping, sub!jake, dom!f!reader, creampie 𝐰𝐜 : 0.8k

opiuons

❤︎ MY LOVE IS DRUNK

𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. ✚ 𝖻𝖿!𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 ! 𝘄𝗰 𝟣.𝟢𝟧𝟥 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 yours truly , 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝘂𝗼𝗻𝘀 🩹

jungwon’s body laid sprawled across the coffee table in front of him, an empty cup sat beside him, and his mind barely sober. the incoherent babbles pushing past his lips were something neither of his friends paid attention to, both jay and sunghoon being more focused on finding your contact name in jungwon’s phone.

you picked up after the first ring. “jungwon?” your voice came through, a hint of worry carried with it. “is everything okay?” you pressed further, unaware of the two who exchanged a short glance to one another at your inquiry.

“hello? this is sunghoon.” sunghoon clarified with an awkward pause. “don’t get mad at us.” jay interjected from beside, his voice attracting jungwon’s attention whose head jerked up in interest. sunghoon hushed him.

“what happened? where is jungwon?”

rikivsco

𝕰𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 : TEXTS WITH BF HEESEUNG! 🦌

이희승 x fem!reader ✶ fluff, angst? kinda?, slightly suggestive, idol hee, cursing (音楽の合図)

note 。 this is so ahh but im trying to get back to enhablr

taglist ! ✶ @wonsoire @wmyoons @newmjri @yunjiiin @taetaewonwon @jaerisdiction @flowerstaesan @cripplinghooman @staarflowerr @rr1ks

stwryun

「 💌 . . . 」 ꪆ୧ SOFT SPOT

synopsis : after a horrible day, all you want is comfort from your boyfriend — but he refuses to give it. instead, his best friend is the one who stays, comforts you, and slowly becomes the person you start falling for.

ᰍ৩⠀⠀ֹ ⠀idol!jake x fem!reader x idolxsunghoon⠀⠀ㅋᩚㅋᩚ

warnings : really mean jake, verbal degradation, secret relationship, toxic relationship

🗯️ JO’s NOTES < 🐻‍❄️ 3 ! : this story mainly centres around sunghoon and the female reader !

「 001 , 002 . . . 」

PERMANENT TAGLIST : @wonscrchy @miniij @ni-kichromeheartzz @evansfangz @jakeycakeys @addictedtohobi @babydumplingpandabamboo @simjakeyjake @angelhyuka @nodoubtily @chanchamm @ni-k1ttie @yangw0ni3 @mystgene @enheenie @jeongspetal @mokacoca @8naqvg @cherryhwajoong @k-ra05650 @hsngx @hoonguin @yamzz67 @chaostudee @jayrassicpaaark @jakeswifey @rinaarii @mayouar @starboyhee @dolikecherrycoke @sugarcwtie @simj4k3 @simjaeyunslut @hwasencore

yeokii

⠀⠀LOVE ME BACK ' 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎

⠀ ❤︎ ' jake, your boyfriend didn't care enough for you. but his best friend heeseung did.

𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 ─── ✿ 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 . heavily inspired by otl ! 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ' angst jake is a shit bf alcohol profanity hangover ' ( 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 ) ♱ like and reblog ! 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 . 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾

⠀ ‎‎𝐈𝐈 . part one part two part three part four more tba

여키 EDITION . otl smau oh ya heeseung and goathyeok drool emoji yum

malibluess

( 𝐎𝐎𝟐 ) coffee ꩜ park sunghoon x reader

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you warm up the cold neurosurgeon. ( or atleast, try to. )

🩺 sunghoon x fem!reader ᰍ neurosurgeon!hoon x pediatric!reader

𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐭. sunghoon has always been cold and distant. that was his mindset. Try not to form any kind of emotional relationship to anyone, it wont hurt when you loose them. But sunghoon was even cold to his friends, his coworkers. Until one day Jake brought along his friend & coworker.

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NOTE;; thank youuuuu thank uuuuuu *bows.* I wish rhis would get more attention since i (my opinion) believe this prompt is so interesting BUT i think if ppl arent into medicine eh you probably wont enjoy it

taglist is open and (probably) will always be

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hoonpies

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ LOVE AND WAR ✦ 이희승

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 ─── wasn’t considered cheating now, right?

smut ✶ 18+ unprotected sex creampie finger sucking explicit language kitchen sex mentions of infidelity messy sex ୨ৎ 1370

“c’mere.” the voice of your best friend’s freshly ex boyfriend beckons you to him. heeseung was leaning against your kitchen counter, eyes dark as he looks you up and down. you step closer, curios but not hesitant. his fingers grip your hips the second you’re close enough, pressing you against him.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gazes down at you, licking his lips. “always thought that.” you can’t hold back your smile as you advert your eyes, feeling hot. “i mean it.” he turns your face back to his with a gentle touch, his own a lot closer. “yn..” voice dropping to a whisper. “i can have you now, right?”

heedimples

heartbeat | lhs

ʚɞ summary - best friends aren’t usually supposed to take your virginity. but you’re desperate, heeseung is experienced, and once he starts touching you, there’s no way you can ever go back. ʚɞ tags - 18+ MDNI, best friend heeseung, f!reader, fingering, penetration (p in v), belly bulge, inexperienced reader, experienced heeseung ʚɞ w.c - 3.2k

echoesofjakehoon

A CROWN OF SILENCE — LEE HEESEUNG

Synopsis: Forced into an arranged marriage with the cold and distant Crown Prince, you struggle to survive palace life while trapped in a loveless union built on duty instead of choice. But beneath Heeseung’s icy exterior lies something far more complicated than you expected—and getting too close to him may destroy you.

series warnings: Arranged marriage, emotional angst, emotional neglect, loneliness/isolation, toxic family dynamics, cold/avoidant love interest, unhealthy communication, royal court politics, power imbalance, abandonment issues, jealousy, emotional repression, anxiety, verbal arguments, themes of duty over love, grief, manipulation, social pressure, and slow-burn romance. eventually smut and fluff.

AN: woah… its been so long hello all… ive been writing this one for quite some time it might be a long one so stay tuned! this is also my first time writing such a long fic so i really hope you guys enjoy it and feel free to dm/cmt with any tips or suggestions for this series! tysm for reading!

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