meet the infamous vampire brothers, everyone knows as james and maki. lucky you get to know them more personally.
warnings: fluff + nsfw. mdni. — afab!reader… maki has a tongue piercing, james has an eyebrow piercing, nightclub setting, mentions of dates and weird date locations, petnames (darling, my love, doll, human) heavy makeouts, detailed descriptions of human anatomy, romantic vampire! james, flamboyant wild vampire!maki, mentions of blood drinking/sucking & teeth/fangs, they both want reader (????), sex positions, slight temperature play, vampire munches mentioned, etc etc… >.<
sticky note: adding onto this previous post… ask and u shall receive!! emptied out my brain and dumped it on here with this au… hope u all like itttt ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა
vampire!maki, the younger brother. who’s the one you first meet at a nightclub, pulls you into his lap and offers a sip from his own glass while promising he won’t bite when you’re a bit reluctant… he is cute though, so you stay the the whole night until you can’t handle the liquor he ends up pouring into your mouth.
vampire!maki, who was close to ripping out his undead heart from nerves when he told you what he really was after a couple of hang outs together, almost shedding tears of blood when you shrugged it off saying you already knew. he was too cold, too pale to even pass as human, and he wasn’t slick with the way he’d sniff so intently at your neck.
vampire!maki, who lives a wild, more glamorously loud life compared to his brother who is still always in the same function but sitting silently at the other end of the couch, eyeing people over the dark colored glass stuck to his purplish lips.
vampire!maki, who’s more loud with his infatuation; showing you off and constantly yapping to his friends about you, getting you the most random gifts at horrible times of the dead night, making out with you whenever and whenever the carnal hunger overtakes his other senses.
vampire!maki, who takes you out in the most unconventional places for just a fun night, but still makes it so thrilling by showing how he basically lives his lifestyle as a vampire (a butcher shop, or in an abandoned church, or in a snowy cemetery).
vampire!maki, who makes feeding more of a playful mess full of eroticism, he can’t help it. your blood smells so good, taste even better on his pierced tongue, has to share it with you in a fit of giggles while he pushes your own thick crimson blood into your own mouth in a messy, heated kisses.
vampire!james, the older brother. who keeps his eye on you since the moment in the nightclub.. until the time is right, meeting you in the kitchen of his one late night when you both grab a drink. catches your eye with his sunken, tired gaze and sharp pierced eyebrows, that one bandaid always placed on the sharp edge of his cheekbone, he ruffles his blond hair that reminds you so much of your other lover… his brother.
vampire!james, who stalks how you move in the dance floor with maki with another person already attached to his own hip, accidentally piercing his bottom lip when he sees you take maki’s large glasses off his face and slide them on as maki’s hands pull your hips closer towards his own.
vampire!james, who’s infatuation is more alluring with his mysterious yet flirty approach, quietly looming and smiling only when you’re both enclosed in an intimate space. he doesn’t care to show his retracted canines, or the blood staining his teeth and lips when he pulls away from his favorite drink.
vampire!james, who’s says he wants to show you something, grabs you by the hand and takes you to the most breathtaking places just to watch your enthusiasm with a glint of endearment in his darkened eyes (the rooftop of a cathedral, libraries after closing or opera theatres).
vampire!james, who always makes sure he’s leading his meal out the nightclub before the night ends.. but hasn’t feed every since he met you because he’s the type to starve himself just so he can have the full natural taste of your blood ever since he smelled it up close.
vampire!james, who makes feeding more of a sacred ritual, planting gentle slow kisses and littering them with light grazes of his canines as he gently but firmly grips your hair to crane your neck for his sharp teeth. licks over the wound with such reverent and kisses you deeply, uttering soft phrases of his gratitude.
— nsfw below!! ꜜ ꜜ
vampire!maki, who because has ventured long enough in the world to not give a fuck about unwritten human society rules, would take you anywhere and everywhere and let people join in (only if you want to) but god forbid somebody asks for a tiny taste of your neck. “oh? i heard your heart beat faster.. what? you getting excited about him joining, human?”
vampire!james, who dislikes just even the idea of sharing you, very possessive and always devoured you whole until you’re left only remembered the feeling of him deep inside you or the gentle whispers he left in your burned red ears as he nips gently. “can’t believe he would share this delicacy. you’re mine when you’re with me, you got that?”
vampire!maki, who loves when you flinch at the initial touch of his cold fingertips against your warm sex, giggling between words: “oh you poor doll. already trembling for me? all i did was touch her..” unlike his brother..
vampire!james, who instead sucks the shocked gasp from your parted lips and murmurs gently in your mouth, “shhh, my love. i promise i’ll warm up to you soon, share your warmth with me.”
vampire!maki, who’s favorite position is between your thighs. best place to feed right on your femoral vein, watching your panties get soaked right in front of his hazy reddened eyes the more he sucks and the more you pull straight on the roots of his bright blond hair. caught in the dilemma of what do to first: eating you out or actually feed. “god, please let me eat you a bit more.”
vampire!james, who’s favorite position is folding you in his arms, mating press. sharp nose pressed against your scm muscle, sinking underneath skin right when your soft walls grow tight enough and hands grip hard enough on his blond spiky hair to bring him over the edge. almost tears through his burgundy silk sheets with how bad his grip gets and his restraint loosens. “you’re perfect, my darling. take all of me.”
vampire!maki, who loves when you bite him back and giggles and moans loudly as you bite around his pecs and by his hips. absolute freak that loves to smother your blood all over his face because those burgundy stained glasses are for james, he drinks unconventionally.
vampire!james, who essentially growls and smiles when you nip down on his finger knuckles after he pressed them into your mouth. psychological play.. pricks his fingertip with his own fang and lets you suck out your own blood that’s running in his body through his fingertip.
vampire brothers!maki and james, who love you and your body like that exact moment would be the last night ever in your life and utters through your mind in such a deep, lovely tone, “my brother could never love you like this. exactly how i’m loving you right now.”
──── being in a situationship w/ your classmate, nerd!jake sim & having to wait until lunch time to makeout with him in the janitor's closet
1.3k ⊱ featuring whipped!nerd classmate!jake sim x popular!fem reader 𔘓 genre fluff, secret rela, romcom, downbad!jake ⋆｡ song dirty little secret, the all-american rejects warnings makeout sesh / kinda suggestive, profanity, too many mentions of jake’s hands 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
( ℰ🪽 ) —— inspired by my own experience.. i rlly like nerd!jake and his hands as U CAN TELL ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) nawt proofread srry 4 any typos! likes&reblogs r appreciated! mwah this is my ty gift for my babies following me 💕 i do hope y'all like it 🥹
THERE’S SOMETHING ADDICTIVE ABOUT JAKE’S PERFUME.
Not only that, you’re addicted to the way his hands feel when interlocked with yours. When you smell his scent and feel his touch against your skin—your brain blanks out, like you can’t think properly.
All five senses of your body suddenly stop working like it’s supposed to do. Specifically when Jake is holding you so tight like he wants to merge his body with yours. You can feel his entire body heat and the scent of the strong cologne that you bought for him as a Valentines gift.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” he mutters with closed eyes as he sniffs the top of your hair. He was like a puppy trying to sniff his owner. You giggle, trying to push him off playfully. But he won’t let you. He’s keeping you in his arms forever if he could.
“I missed you too, Jakey.” you look up at him. His thick-framed glasses were slipping down his yummy nose bridge (that you wanted to bite) as he looked back at you. You try hard not to bite your lip too much, seeing how attractive he looked clinging on to you.
The two of you were stuck inside the janitor’s closet, squeezed into the tiny space where there was a wet dripping mop on Jake’s newly bought Adidas.
Well, you guys weren’t actually stuck.
The janitor’s closet was where you two secretly meet up every lunch, when everyone was way too busy eating and gossiping to care about where the most popular girl on campus and the nerdiest boy in Section 1 disappeared to.
I mean, there’s no other place where you two can freely makeout and not get caught by the principal that freaks out when he sees couples.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, like he isn’t looking at you right now like he wants to devour you.
Truth be told, Jake always looked like he wanted to eat you up. Sometimes, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful human being created. Sometimes, he looks at you like you’re a freshly cooked and sliced A4 Wagyu Steak.
But you love how he looks at you.
Especially when he makes eye contact with you during class hours. When he stared at you intensely, knowing that you were sweating in your chair as the professor talked about Newton’s Laws of Motion.
Actually, during Physics class, all you thought about was Jake’s veiny hands cradling your face.
What about Isaac Newton and his laws?
Because you cared more about Jake Sim and his mouth-watering hands.
“You don’t really have to ask like it’s your first time kissing me,” you say, watching him cradle your face. Jake chuckled and squishes your cheeks like you’re a needoh squishy.
“You’re so cute. And so pretty. This is all mine?”
He softly caresses your lips, making you swallow nervously.
This wasn’t your first rodeo. Jake loved kissing you so much, it’s his favorite thing to do in the whole wide world.
Jake halts. Your brows furrowed, observing the way his eyes lit up.
"Baby, did you know that…whenever we kiss…our DNA stays on each other’s lips for 60 minutes?”
You tilted your head before bursting out laughing. “Yeah? For an hour? What about it?”
“Then.. that would mean.. I should kiss you every hour,” he exclaims, “so that we have each other’s DNA for a long time.”
Jake looks at you like he just proposed the best theory ever. Better than Newton’s motion theory.
“Isn’t that like…yucky?” you ask, teasing him. His smile falters, lips turning into a pout.
“No way, it’s not!” he tries to argue. “It just means we love each other, okay?”
“Whatever. Just kiss me, nerd,” you demanded, pulling Jake by his tie. His face just a few inches above yours as his lips quirked up at your command.
Of course, Jake would never deny your request. Nor would he pass the opportunity to have his lips on yours. Like mentioned earlier, he loved kissing you, like it’s his passion.
His hands cupped your jaw, before pressing a soft peck on your lips. Then, he lowers his hands from your face.
“Hey!” you watched as he pulls away while chuckling. “You’re joking…”
You grumble, upset at the peck. Lunch is ending and you haven’t gotten a proper kiss from him yet. It’s annoying, especially when he teases you. Every time Jake kisses you, he tries to rage bait you first by just giving you a peck—so that you’d end up wanting more.
Before you could curse him out and complain, he presses his lips against yours again. This time, a little rougher, with a hand on the back of your neck and another on your waist to hold you still.
Jake’s lips were so soft and sweet, it was addicting to taste. The flavor of the mint gum you gave him earlier still lingering in his mouth. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Instinctively, your fingers grab his hair, a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you.
Your heart begins racing as you deepened the kiss, you hear Jake let out a whimper. His grip on your waist tighten. The smell of your perfume and the scent of the shampoo you used made Jake dizzy—it smelled like you and that drives him crazy.
He was intoxicated with you. All he could smell is you and your taste made his knees buckle.
“More,” he pleads against your lips, breath unsteady now. The glasses he’s wearing started fogging up, but he couldn’t care less. You let out an amused chuckle, pulling away to prop his glasses on his hair.
"There.” You now see his heavy lidded eyes give you that gaze, that gaze like he seriously wanted to get on his knees for you.
“Fuck, I just want to keep on kissing you,” he whines, “I want you so bad.”
You roll your eyes. “Can we make out forever?” Jake adds, pouting once again. He rests his forehead against yours. “Pleeaaaseee?”
You can practically see his tail wagging. “Jakey, there’s five minutes left before Chemistry class starts.”
He puts back his glasses on his face, hair messy from the makeout session you two just had. Which, by the way, happens like every lunch break—and if you ask Jake, he’d want it to happen not only during lunch breaks, but every break time as well.
“Prof. Chem is never early to our class. We can afford a few more minutes, yeah?”
“More kissing?” you raised your brow, letting him pull you close to him again. He nodded, giving you a geeky smile.
“More kissing. I’ll help you out with your Physics homework later as a reward,” he whispers to you, now giggling.
You sigh. “Shouldn’t it be the opposite? Help me out with Physics and I’ll kiss you as a reward?”
“Oh… that’s okay too. How ‘bout we do both?”
Come on, the guy is just in love with you. He cannot resist kissing you. If someone made Jake choose between getting anything he wanted or getting to kiss you for hours straight… of course, he’d pick you.
The opportunity to kiss you is the greatest opportunity given to Jake.
“Hmm.. how about…” you lean forward. “Let’s first get out of this closet now, please. Then, you can get all the kisses you want later.”
Your response sparks excitement inside him. “YES—” he shouts, you immediately slap a hand on his mouth. “Sorry…” he murmured, now cheering in a tiny voice instead.
Forcefully, you pulled him by his pant’s belt loop, giving him a quick peck on the lips. His smile widens, like he was a teenage boy kissed by his crush for the first time.
Before he could even kiss you back—the closet’s door suddenly swung open.
“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
Jungwon stood there with his phone’s camera open and recording. “I caught you two in 4K bitches! New headline: Biggest Nerd and Most Popular girl on HYBE Campus caught making out the entire lunch break.”
Summary 𑣲⋆- Your d1 yearner ex boyfriend Riki is absolutely shameless and will embarrass himself just to get you back, will it work? [ft. all of enha + stella from h2h, minji from njz and nicholas from &team]
A/N: two posts back to back *gasps*?? ive been feeling more angst for this part tbh, and also for riki to learn that actions have consequences finally like life isn’t sunshine and rainbows lil bro I NEED TO SEE Y/N IN OTHER STORIES STAND UP MORE. anywayayays i hope u liked this part!! like & reblog if u enjoyed, lobe you!
Kim Ryul x 5th Fem Member!Reader
"You and Ryul were inseparable. Late nights together talking shits about the show you're watching, those drunk nights where he would take care of you, or the extra time you'd spent together after practice. But one misunderstanding and an argument ruined it all." ✧Inspired by "Never Let Go - LGNSHOT"✧
Wc: 3.2k
Warnings: Angst (with happy ending), Arguments, Curse words, Kinda suggestive at the end.
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You didn't know what went wrong.
Ryul is more distant toward you, his eyes don't meet yours whenever you talk, and he seems to be avoiding you if you're in the same room with him.
No more spending time together from 2 am til morning, no more going to the cafe near the studio after practice. It feels like he's going farther away from you intentionally.
It was another usual evening at the dorm, everyone had just come back from the studio. You immediately went to the kitchen looking for anything to drink in the fridge. It was an intense practice, and your throat felt like it was about to collapse if you didn't hydrate it right away.
Everyone pretty much just went to their own rooms, probably going straight to sleep. Usually, you'd come home late after practice with Ryul, bringing home coffee or any drink from a cafe near the studio for the others. But these days, you've been coming home on time.
You took a can of soda from the fridge and went to sit at the countertops with your feet dangling. You were lost in your own thoughts, trying to reminisce and find out why Ryul was acting like this with you, but you couldn't remember any bad interactions with him. Being with him was always pleasant, comforting even.
"You okay there?"
You looked up to see Woojin making his way to the fridge to get himself a drink. The light from the fridge made you realize that you were sitting in the dark the whole time. Woojin turned on the lights and stood beside you, drinking his own can of soda.
"Why are you in the dark alone? That's creepy." He teases.
"I like the dark...?" You hesitantly answered.
You don't want anyone to know that you have your mind on Ryul and how bothered you are with it these past days.
Woojin chuckled beside you, probably thinking you sounded stupid with that sentence.
"What's up with you and Ryul? You know I've been waiting for a coffee from you guys."
You were surprised that he noticed, well, maybe it was easy to spot because you're usually glued to Ryul. It wasn't surprising at all.
"Huh, what? Of course we're okay. We were just... too tired from practice and didn't have time to grab some coffee on the way home." You explained, trying to assure him that everything is fine between you and Ryul.
"Yeah, right. Don't bullshit me Y/n, you think we didn't notice the way you two suffocate each time you're in the same room? Or the silence between ya'll? It was pretty obvious." Woojin countered.
Well, maybe you could ask him to help you. You were confused as to why Ryul is acting this way, and it's pretty agonizing on your side to ignore each other.
"Yeaaah... Here's the thing Woo, I don't know what's up with him. He has been avoiding me these past, like, what? a week? And I couldn't remember if I did anything wrong..."
You were actually feeling bad because you thought maybe you did something that upsets Ryul, but you didn't memorize it.
Woojin squints his eyes at you, probably trying to figure out Ryul too.
"Hmmm... What's the date today?" Woojin suddenly asked, taking you off guard with that question.
You sniffled a laugh while looking at the date on your phone.
"It's May 16th." You showed your screen at Woojin.
He nods his head knowingly. You thought he figured something out, a way to help you, or what's wrong with Ryul, maybe? But why does he need to know about the date?
"He's on his period." Woojin said that flatly, it took you a second to register what he had just said before laughing, hitting his shoulder playfully.
That's when both of you hear the cracking sound of a door opening. It was Ryul, he didn't even acknowledge the both of you and went straight to the bathroom without a single glance.
Your laughter silenced, and so is Woojin's. He glances at you, you are still looking in the direction where Ryul was, your face flat, even after the laugh. Woojin immediately catches what's going on.
"Ooh, that's sharp..." Woojin grimaces. He put his hand on your shoulder, then looks at you in the eyes. "I think you should talk to him first, even when he doesn't want to. Take some time together, the two of you." He suggested.
You were contemplating it, you were scared even. What if Ryul doesn't want to talk to you? What if it turns into a fight?
But for now, you can only nod at Woojin's suggestion. He gives you a reassuring nod and a tight smile.
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It was another day of filming for LNGSHOT. Today, all of you are going to do some challenges for a Youtube video.
At one point, the producer asks them to split into two teams. Usually, you'll pick Ryul as one of your team members, but you were so scared that he would deny it. You're not risking it and getting yourself embarrassed in front of the camera, so you went straight to Louis.
The filming process went as usual, laughing everywhere, Woojin's cheating, and Louis being the groups baby.
But one thing is 4sho, Ryul is not being chaotic as usual, he's just kinda... there. He would crack a joke here and there, but that's about it. At this point, the staff members probably notices the huge transparent gap between you and Ryul.
"Okay we will do the 'how well do you know each others' challenge." The producer announced. "Y/n and Ryul is up first."
Your heart stopped beating for a second too long, you can already feel the awkwardness creeping up your spine. But you make your way in front of the camera anyway, without looking at Ryul of course.
You could hear his boots thumping closer, you finally turn your head toward him, still avoiding eye contact. You were looking everywhere but his eyes. His shoulder, the button on his shirt, or the blonde tips of his hair. Ryul, on the other side, looked you in the eyes without a single flinch.
The challenge began, you two answered each question the PD threw at you, and all of them were correct answers. Of course, since you two are the grand duo of LNGSHOT, you would know each other's habits or favorite foods obviously.
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You all went straight home after the filming. You were not letting Ryul avoid you anymore. You had planned to talk to him no matter what, you'll follow him anywhere he goes if you need to, and that's exactly what you're doing right now.
You want to talk to him, but you couldn't build up the courage to say a word. So here you are now standing behind the couch in the living room while Ryul sits there watching a random drama.
"Stop being a creep Y/n."
Finally, a single sentence from Ryul to you after some days. He probably wants you to leave him alone based on that sentence, but you're not giving up.
You make your way to stand in front of him, blocking his view from the TV.
"I need to talk to you." You sternly said.
He looks up at you, looking unbothered as ever, sipping his drink that he has been holding.
"Did I do something that upsets you?" You asked almost pleadingly.
Ryul looked at you, not saying a single word for a concerning second.
"What are you talking about?" He questions you back.
You were confused. He says that as if he didn't ignore her the whole week.
"Hey, now. Don't act like you didn't actually treat me as if I'm nonexistent these past few days." You snapped. You were annoyed. You didn't get it. What does he want? You look at him with literal fury in your eyes.
Ryul stared at you for a second too long after you said that. There was a hint of anger in his eyes as he tried to hold back. "You really want to know?" He quietly say.
"I'm sick of you Y/n. I'm sick of you clinging to me 24/7. You're annoying, loud. I can't stand being with you anymore."
That was the harshest thing you've ever told your whole life about yourself. You were… speechless, your mouth opening and closing, but nothing is coming out of it.
You couldn't believe what he just said to you, your heart is broken into a thousand pieces, and you could feel it continuously breaking apart as your eyes let out a single tear, hardly noticed due to the dim light.
Ryul was also speechless, not moving a single inch at all. He tried to process it, the things he said about you. He regrets it. It feels like a blur, he couldn’t control his mouth. Why did he say that you?
He was about to say something, but you were already running away to your room, slamming the door and locking it behind you.
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Ryul never meant to say all of that shit. The truth is, he is silently suffering too.
You and he are undeniably close, the other members know that, the staff knows that. Heck, even the fans labeled you two as the grand duo of the group.
The thing is, Ryul likes you, he has this growing feeling towards you. He was in denial at first, he's also super confused about why he has this feeling for you, and he is scared that he will ruin the friendship between the two of you just because he has feelings for you. That would be dumb.
But you know what's dumber? He ruined his friendship by saying stupid shit and hurting your feelings.
He was too scared. What if you notice? What if you don't like him that way? That's why he decided that it's probably best to keep some distance from you.
Until he heard you laughing your heart out with Woojin in the kitchen after practice.
He doesn't know why, but Woojin making you laugh made him feel this rage, some sort of jealousy.
He pressed his ears against the door, listening quietly as you laugh with Woojin in the kitchen. His heart was thumping hard in his chest, trying to break free. He hated how it felt, he hated that your laughs weren't because of his jokes, he hated how you sounded so happy and carefree with Woojin and not him.
He then opened his door, announcing his presence to you and Woojin. The laughs immediately died down, which hurts him even more. Thinking that you probably hated seeing him.
He went to the bathroom, he didn't know why he went there, and he didn't even need to use the bathroom. It was just the closest room he could hide in. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, gripping the sink tightly, trying to control his emotions. He could see anger in his eyes, jealousy, and sadness.
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It was another day for you all. Today you will be working on a new song, making the lyrics and all those things.
Ryul was sitting on the couch they have at the studio, trying to figure out the lyrics for his rap line. But he couldn't focus, his mind just kept getting back at you, at how your face distorted from anger to sadness in just seconds. And you make it even harder by just existing in the same room as him.
Ohyul notices how bothered he is. The members knew about your fight in the living room, well... it's your own faults for arguing too loudly while the others were trying to sleep.
"Did you mean what you said?" Ohyul flopped himself on the couch, startling Ryul with his question.
"I said what exactly?" Ryul tried to act dumb in front of Ohyul, hoping he wouldn't bring up the argument.
"Oh, please. When you said she's annoying and loud, and... all of that talk about you being sick of her." Ohyul whispered with a deadpan.
Ryul looks at him, his face is flat, Ohyul couldn't figure out if he was mad, sad, or annoyed. But Ryul just sighs and goes back to scribbling lyrics on the paper.
"Dude. You can't be like this forever with her, you have to do something. We're literally a group Ryul. We solve our problem, don't just wait until it dies down. Besides, I know you don't feel that way about her, I know you love her man. Just... you know, don't give up with your own feelings." Ohyul said, slapping Ryul's shoulder as he got up, then leaving Ryul with his own mind.
Ohyul was right, he shouldn't just run away from his problem, and besides that, he couldn't keep being like this with you. It breaks him in ways he never imagined before.
Later that night, when everyone is asleep, Ryul is sitting on his desk with a pen clutched in between his fingers. He kept thinking about you, about those things he said to you, and how sorry he feels. And apparently, it gives him ideas for his line in the new song, he was too scared to directly apologize to you. Coward.
So he will be rapping the apology to you.
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It's finally the day to record the new song, ‘Never Let Go’.
Everyone has gathered in the studio, evaluating their own lyrics and warming up their vocal cords.
You were standing, pacing back and forth trying to memorize your line. But you were distracted, Ryul has been staring at you, sometimes making some awkward eye contact.
You were still mad at him, the things he said just couldn't be erased from your mind. The way he looked so unbothered while saying all that made you positive that he truly hates you.
So you have been avoiding him too. That's what he wants, isn't it? But why does he keep invading your space today?
It's finally time to record your own lines. You and the other finished yours, then it's time for Ryul to record his.
You watch him as he makes his way inside the recording room, his eyes glued to the paper he has been clutching. He looks nervous for some reason, and you don't know why, he wasn't usually like this. Is it because of you watching? Is it that awkward if you watch him or something?
He clears his throat, getting ready to sing his part, waiting for the music to start.
"Let's start." He told the producer.
The music starts, his head bobbing to the beat of the music, his eyes closed, fully invested in focusing.
"Yeah, I wanna get a chance,"
He starts singing. You can't help it, but you were watching him intensely. You miss his voice, when he talks to you, when he makes jokes about your hair in the morning, his laughter, everything.
"넌 내게 항상 priceless." (You're always priceless to me)
He looks at you, meeting your eyes with such passion as he sings deeply from his heart.
"값을 매길 수가 없지, don't get away, 영원하길 바라, 나 timeless " (There's no way to put a price on you, don't get away, I hope this lasts forever, I'm timeless)
Those lyrics make you realize that he is talking to you. Through the melody, the way his eyes lock on you, like you could disappear if he blinks, the way he sways with the melody.
"Never let go, never let go, I never. 멈출 수 없어, 나는 근데 이미 알아 답을" (Never let go, never let go, I never. I can't stop, but I already know the answer)
He stretches his arm in your direction, as if trying to reach you and hold you tightly in his arms, never letting go.
"Take me by my hand, baby, stay right by my side. I know you hate me, but I always try."
He ended his rap with desperation in his voice.
You were mesmerized, you didn't even realize that you had been locking eyes this whole time. And it feels unreal for once.
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That night after the recording, Ryul immediately walks up to you asking for your time.
Ohyul immediately realizes what's going on, he wants to give you two some time together to talk it all out, so he takes Louis and Woojin out for a shopping spree at the night market.
You agreed to talk to Ryul. You two were in the kitchen, Ryul had quietly made you a cup of hot chocolate and give it to you as you sat on the countertop. He stood in front of you, holding his own cup of hot chocolate.
He seems hesitant, but he tries his hardest to keep his eyes on you, building up the courage to say a single word.
"So?" You flatly say.
He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. But his voice just wouldn't come out. But his head is full of words, apologies, explanations, and confessions. His heart is thumping so hard that it physically hurts.
He puts his cup down on the counter beside you. Then slowly... he moved closer to you, standing in between your legs as he embraces you into a hug. You were surprised, you did not see this coming.
Ryul snuggled into the crook of your neck, your smell physically calms him down like magic. You could feel his warm breath blowing slowly on the side of your neck.
"I'm sorry..." He breathed out. "I didn't mean all of it... I was stupid Y/n. I'm sorry. I was so scared of you not liking me back, so I pushed you away... I was jealous. I don't know why I'm jealous, but hearing you laugh with someone other than me? It kills me." He explains.
His voice is so quiet, like he's scared to startle you if he talks too loud. His hold on you feels tight, clutching you like it hurts to let go.
"I... I love you. I know it's stupid, but I can't help it. When you're around, everything seems to have brighter colors, your voice somehow soothes me down, and your touch is just... irresistible." He rambled.
You put your cup aside, then embrace him in a tighter hug.
"Idiot."
You said that as if it's nothing. You could feel him clutching on to your shirt as he snuck his face deeper into your neck, rambling I'm sorries.
You reach for his cheeks, making him look at you. You stare at him for a second before slowly leaning in, closing the gap between the two of you.
It was a soft kiss at first, you two were just feeling each other. Then he started moving his lips, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he held the back of your neck.
Seconds later, it's becoming a more sloppy kiss. You reach for his hair, grabbing a handful of it, feeling the moment. He pushed you until your back hits the wall, deepening the kiss. His hands found their way inside your shirt, exploring the warm skin on your back before slowly pulling away.
The two of you were out of breath, looking deeply into each other's eyes. You hold his face in your hands as you softly smile at his cute face and messy hair.
"You're an idiot if you don't realize that I love you too." You confessed. He smiles widely, then rushly kissing you again.
Let's just say that the members went home with a disgusted face after finding you two kissing in the kitchen.
Summary ⟅ When Shota starts distancing himself from you, you think you've read all the signs wrong, that is until you catch him getting off to your pillow.
See you soon pt. 2 (but can be read as standalone)
Lily's note — 🪷 As you can see, I'm trying a new layout :D I figured as a graphic designer I should care more about it looking pretty😭 anyways literally finished this at like 3 am peak horny hours so I hope it's sufficient <3
You were starting to think that maybe you'd read the situation wrong.
Because ever since that night where Shota "stumbled" upon you getting off with your pillow to him, he'd become more distant than ever. At first you thought it was just nerves, maybe he was scared at the prospect of you finding out. But then he was talking to you less and spending less time in the living room and he was beginning to answer your texts late and—
You felt guilty for setting him up. Because what if you truly misread all the little signs that maybe something was there. Maybe all he really saw you as was a roommate, and you'd gone and ruined your dynamic all because you couldn't control your dirty little thoughts.
It only made the satisfaction of seeing him naked, in your bed, grinding into the same pillow you'd used all the more satisfying.
Because no, you were not crazy. You hadn't imagined everything. And the knowledge that Shota was maybe a bigger perv than you had goosebumps spreading across your arms.
It was addicting, the way he rolled his hips in shallow, desperate grinds, pressing his bare cock into the satin of your pillowcase. You could have watched him for hours, could have listened to the small, choked noises he was letting out as you clenched your thighs tighter together.
It was only when he moaned your name, ending on a broken “please…” that you finally made your presence known.
“Please what?”
His head whipped around and just as fast, he was scrambling off the pillow. But it was to no use; he was still completely exposed and aching, his whole body lit on fire with shame, chest turning rosy until the color traveled up his neck. He tried to cover himself with both hands, curling inward in hopes that he would just disappear and never have to face you again. The apologies tumbled out of him as you approached the bed.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m n-not—I mean—”
You tilted your head with a tiny mocking smile. “What are you apologizing for, Sho? Fucking my pillow like a disgusting slut, or getting caught?”
You’d never seen his pupils so dilated before, enormous and glassy with unshed tears. He could only watch on as you continued forward slowly, like a predator about to leap on its prey.
“Or… do you want to apologize for watching me the other day?”
His whole body tensed in fear, every contour of his torso tightening as you exposed him for the very thing that had been weighing heavy on his conscience.
“Yeah, I had a feeling I saw you watching me through the crack in the door. Didn’t think I would find out, did you?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling, only for his cock to twitch heavily behind his palms in contradiction.
You squinted at him with a hard smile and set one knee down on the mattress to tower over him. “I don’t think you are. Move your hands, let me see…”
His cheeks burned brighter at your commanding voice, and he found himself obeying without a second thought. He timidly uncovered his throbbing erection as you fully took him in, long enough for him to start squirming under your intense stare.
You leaned further over him with a hand braced just beside his ankle. “Would someone who’s sorry be this hard?” you asked, voice dripping with condescension.
He couldn’t answer, biting down hard on his lip until he was close to drawing blood.
“Answer me.”
“No,” he breathed while throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
You nodded, slow and patronizing. “No… only dirty perverts use their roommate’s pillow to get off, right? That’s what you are?”
His cock pulsed hard, hips jerking up once without permission.
“What are you?”
He couldn’t find his voice, not with the way you were now a breath away from making contact with him. You waited patiently, though, as the pride and need in him battled for victory. To coax him open, you reached out and grabbed his jaw firmly, tilting his face up and closer to yours.
“What are you, Sho?”
A fragile whine broke free from him. “A dirty pervert…”
You softened your grip on his jaw and stroked his burning cheek with sympathy, a wicked smile curling your lips. “Yes, you are.”
Your gaze dropped to his needy cock. “It must hurt… poor thing.” You sat on the edge of the bed as you waved your hand at him. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”
“W-what?” He asked, jaw slack with disbelief.
“I’m giving you permission,” you replied, “Or do you only like it when I don’t know about it?”
He whimpered at your words alone, the sound so pathetic and docile, it made your stomach flutter with awe. He moved to reposition himself over the pillow again, trying not to cower under your watchful eye, his knees sinking deep into the mattress. You nodded at him to continue and with your approval he rolled forward. The first drag of his tip back against the silk made his whole body shudder as the pulsing ache consumed him.
He glimpsed back up to make sure he was doing okay, but your attention was glued to the drag of his cock and where it was leaving faint, shiny trails on the fabric with every pass.
“That’s it,” you murmured, voice low and coaxing. “Look at you rubbing your needy cock right where my pussy was. Does it feel good, baby?”
His hips snapped faster to chase the high building in his gut, but it still wasn’t enough, let alone the hour he’d been trying to reach his climax before you showed up. His whimpering quickly turned high and frustrated, his eyes squeezing shut as his brows drew together with focus.
“Please… need more,” he managed through his pants. He had to brace both hands on the pillow to keep from collapsing forward all while you sat and watched him suffer.
“Tell me what you need, Sho. Use your words.”
“Wantt you to touch my c-cock…” he mewled.
Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip as you crawled closer until you were hovering over his lap. “You want me to touch it?” Your fingertips brushed the soft skin at his base, feeling him tighten beneath your touch. “Here? Or…” You trailed one finger down his entire length, tracing until you reached the swollen head. You circled his leaking slit only to pull away with a sadistic giggle as he bucked to chase the contact. He cried out, a pitiful noise that made you want to take him into your arms and edge him for eternity.
“God, you’re so pathetic,” You spoke with an astonishing affection that sent his heart hammering. You smoothed your whole hand over him next, holding it loosely around the middle of his shaft. His cock stuttered beneath the touch, basking in the sensation as he gasped hard, lips parted on desperate little breaths,
“Come on,” you cooed, “be a good boy and keep going.”
He bucked forward continuously until he was fucking the tight space between your hand and the pillow with short, frantic thrusts as you continued urging him forward while he fell apart..
“All that time thinking I wouldn’t know that my sweet, shy roommate was actually a filthy slut behind my back. But you must be so relieved to not hide anymore.”
All he could do was nod in acknowledgment, too blissed out and dizzy to fully comprehend what you were saying.
“But you’re doing so well now… so pretty, my shy boy fucking my hand. Such a good dirty boy.” You laid your other palm against his thigh, rubbing and squeezing the strong muscle as you tightened your other hand on his cock just enough to make his eyes roll back.
“What’s better?” you asked sweetly. “Secretling getting off in my room when I’m gone, or having me help you?”
“You,” he gasped, voice trembling with overwhelming need. “You—you, I need you—”
He was so close now, nearly losing all sense of self as he rocked wildly, hips losing all coordination as he chased the edge, all previous shame abandoned. Right as you felt him swelling beneath your palm, you slid your palm down to press firmly over his tip, sealing the slit just as his orgasm hit.
He cried out, his whole body twisting to escape the pressure, back arching and thighs quivering as the orgasm tried to push out of him. He tried to hold back from asking for your mercy, the pain mixed with the pleasure, a euphoric sensation that set his stomach alight, but it became too much.
“Please,” he sobbed, voice hoarse and broken. “It hurts—please—”
You loosened your grip just enough and he spilled into your hand, thick shots of cum pulsing out to soak the pillow in messy spurts. He let every wave consume, the prolonged release leaving him shaking and spent as you gently guided him down to rest his head against your thigh.
You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, scratching at his scalp while he recovered from the aftershocks. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that without any punishment, did you?”
He swallowed hard, the guilt surfacing anew. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
The genuine and shaky remorse in his voice made your heart ache. As if you hadn’t been the one to orchestrate this—walking around the apartment half naked, leaving your door opened so he could watch you, moaning his name loud enough to have him completely wrapped around your finger. But you played along, shushing him lazily as you kept stroking his hair.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a whisper as you continued. “I liked it.”
He blinked up at you, the flush on his cheeks deepening, but this time he looked more hopeful than shameful.
“Now we’re even right?”
He nodded with a bashful flash of his teeth and an adorable head tilt that made you want to smother him.
You chuckled softly, the sound promising as you peered down at him. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
yes we can!!! my mind has been filling up with taehyun brainrot recently …
MDNI // nsfw audio
all i can think of is virgin bestfriend!taehyun finally getting ridden and we speed up on him…
translation: "...I love it... Feels so good- ....Fuck—..... Should I cum,I can't?.... Okay,I won't.... .... Just like that...ur pussy tightening 'round my dick....I won't last long— ... I'm gonna cum...so good— love it.... I'm cumming—!... cumming- F-fu..."
summary. nerdy sim jaeyun is sweating buckets when the baddie he's been crushing on sits in his lap on a two-hour road trip.
pairing. nerdy!jake x baddie!female reader
genre(s). oneshot, smut, big porn with a small plot
warnings. MDNI, jake is a professional yearner, jake is very shy and repressed (and a bit insecure), masturbation, pervert!jake, unprotected sex (pls don’t), subby switch!jake, top or bottom he's always a sub, reader is a bit mean, jake cries a lot and begs a lot, slight sunsunki if you squint, handjob, blowjob, nose-riding, jake eats her out as well, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary, BRO WHY IS IT NEVER-ENDING, but like it's messy, EDGING EDGING EDGINGGGG, reader calls him jaeyun, reader is jealous and possessive, implied aftercare, enhypen ensemble, hmm please let me know if i missed anything! not beta read we die like injang
word count. 14,807 words
note. oh boy! this used to be a veeeery old, 8k-word draft, my take on nerdy jake that i decided to polish and give life to. it is also a gift for my bestie and fellow jake's wife: dr. @twocupsofsuga 🫶🏼 congratulations on passing medschool! you're so smart mhm here's my lap dance for you 😏
Women make Sim Jaeyun nervous.
Especially someone as bold and confident like you.
There's something about the soft lilt of your voice that makes him feel ashamed to even speak in your presence. There's something about your enticing eyes that makes him stutter and stumble with his own words, his grammar-police persona flying out the window. There's something about the sure sway of your hips that makes him want to avert his gaze and look more all the same time; like something sinful he shouldn't want but crave for anyway.
You're the kind of woman that makes Sim Jaeyun nervous.
Park Jongseong's cousin from the States that always comes to visit for summer, with that bold show of your body that'll usually often get frowned upon in his neighbourhood, that honey tint of your skin that's far from the local society's beauty standard. You're upfront and so unapologetically you, something he admires and makes him overly conscious if his hair looks nice or not.
It's another summer and you're here again. You're always a welcome addition to their annual trip to Jay's beach house, a road trip that's usually joined by the other five plus you and him. But this year, Nishimura Riki had a last minute decision to cancel his flight to Japan and opted to spend the summer with them instead of with his family.
Which leaves all of you with no space for one person inside Jay's SUV.
"I call dibs on the rear seats," Heeseung says before anyone gets the chance to and disappears into the car. Riki opens his mouth, about to follow the eldest of the group, when Jungwon shoots him a sharp look and blocks his way with his hand.
"No, Riki. You're not getting a seat."
Riki's face morphs into horror. "What?! Am I excluded from this trip?"
"You cancelled your flight this morning. You were never included in the trip."
Seeing the look of hurt on his face, Sunoo actually takes pity on Riki. Peering inside, the blonde mumbles with a pout when he sees a small ice box sitting beside Heeseung. "Surely we can squeeze him into the rear seat, right…?"
"All of his six-feet-one ass? I'd like to see you try, Sunoo hyung." Jungwon shakes his head. He leans on the passenger door, already the assigned co-pilot of the car, in charge of Spotify playlist and Waze and moral support to his Jay hyung. "Either one of you sits in another's lap, or we can Uber Riki to the beach house."
Hearing that, Riki immediately throws his hands. "It's a two-hour drive, hyung, I might just be paying for the Uber's car loan! It's gonna be so expensive!"
"If you can afford cancelling your flight with no refunds, then I think you can afford an Uber to Sokcho."
Riki whips his head to his Sunoo and Jake hyung, jutting out his lips in a pout that's borderline pitiful. Jake mirrors his expression, not really having the power to go against Jungwon's verdict—as if anybody could. Jake pities him, really, but it's Yang Jungwon. There's a whole menace behind those cute dimples and boba eyes.
Beside him, Sunghoon lets out a long sigh. "Then one of us will have to sit in another's lap."
It's an option that has everybody darting their eyes around, afraid that any eye contact with Jungwon will make them become the sacrificial thighs for the two-hour road trip. They're all men packed with mass and muscles, a result of a gym routine that unexpectedly becomes a problem today. Each of them at least weighs one hundred-forty pounds. Jake's sure that if he was chosen, he'd lose his legs by the time they exit Seoul.
Just in time, a loud thud is heard from the car boot. You and Jay walk into the scene, just having finished loading all of their stuff into the car. Jake adjusts his glasses instinctively, unknowingly fixing his appearence when his eyes land on you.
You've abandoned your cardigan, now only wearing a yellow camisole top that only reaches your belly button and a pair of jeans shorts that ends at the bottom swell of your ass. Your outfit choice hides nothing about your figure—your perfect body that admittedly has always been on his mind.
Jake gulps and lets his eyes trail down to your legs. You're seriously one of the most beautiful and hottest girls he's ever seen, and unfortunately, he has a severe problem of having a crush on baddies who are completely out of his nerdy league. You're definitely one of them.
When he looks up, Jake almost faints when your gaze catches his eyes with an unreadable expression. He quickly averts his eyes, adjusting the thick black rims of his glasses that didn't need adjusting.
Did you notice him staring?
"Car seat problem?" Jay asks when he senses the tension among the boys, already foreseeing this issue the moment Riki told him that he was joining their road trip over the phone this morning. They hesitantly nod.
"So what's the solution?"
"Riki takes an Uber to Sokcho—"
"Which will cost him his tuition fees," Jay comments, ever the hyperbole-user.
"—Or someone has to sit in another's lap."
Judging from the expression on Jay's face, he, too, doesn't think it's a comfortable position to be sitting in on a two-hour road trip.
But apparently, someone thinks otherwise.
"Oh, then let's do that!" You pipe in, flashing them with your charming smile. "I don't mind doing it!"
There's an elephant silence that follows your statement. Upon seeing their gaped expression, your smile slowly dies down, unsure if you had said the right thing.
"…Or not."
"Or yes!" Riki interrupts, relief flooding his senses. His eyes lit up as he looks around at each one of his friends. "Guys, she's offered to sit in anyone's lap. We can do that, right?"
Jungwon narrows his eyes. "It's a two-hour drive."
Riki blinks nervously. "But noona wants it."
"Then let Y/N noona sit in your lap."
Now, there's a rosy blush blooming across Riki's cheeks. Jake frowns. Lucky bastard. "I-I mean—"
"Not him," you cut in, a small smile playing on your lips. Jake can feel the exact moment everyone holds their breath, as if the air pauses on its own accord and waits for the rest of your sentence. Either they're anticipating or dreading to be your exclusive seat in the car—he's not sure. He's certain that he's the former, but he's also certain you'd pick someone more your type—Sunghoon or Riki, who are loyal gym buddies that possess strong thighs for you to sit on—or even Heeseung who's abandoned his nap and is eavesdropping the conversation now.
He doesn't know why, but surely someone hot like you would pick someone just as hot, right? And hot in Sim Jaeyun's definition is someone who matches your confidence (not him), someone who has a good body and is not shy to show them (Jake thinks his body is nice, but he's also always wearing long-sleeves), or just anyone but him.
Jay pinches the bridge of his nose. "Then who?"
When your eyes meet Jake's, the brown-haired boy almost loses his breath.
A smile curves up your lips. Jake thinks he's hallucinating because there's no way you are smirking at him.
"With Jaeyun."
There's a ripple of gasps, disbelief and shock mixing with a hint of betrayal (no doubt from Riki). Jay's brow disappears behind his hair.
"Seriously, Y/N? You don't have to—Riki's rich enough to pay for the Uber."
Riki's protest is muffled when Jungwon pulls him into a chokehold and slaps a hand over his mouth. Jake wants to pity him, really, but this time he thinks he's the one who needs help because what do you mean? There's no way—
"I'm serious. Jaeyun-ah."
—Oh my fucking God. Jaeyun. Jaeyun. Who's Jaeyun? Who the fuck is Jaeyun?
Jake has a trouble hearing you over the loud roar of his blood, heart threatening to jump out of his throat. But he manages a small, airy, 'Hm?' when all eyes are on him.
You tilt your head slightly, eyes never letting go of his, holding him hostage in your gaze alone. This, paired with the way you call his government name—a name you prefer over Jake because 'it's cuter' (according to you, not him) when he first introduced himself to you four years ago, and Jake had let you because he could never say no to you—are the most perfect, never-before-seen formula to unravel the physics genius Sim Jaeyun.
Yeah. Jake is a goner. And will soon have a boner if no one stops you from picking him as today's sacrificial thighs.
"Can I sit with you, Jaeyunnie?"
Someone please say no. Someone please stop you. Someone please tell this Jaeyun to say no because—because why him? Is this some kind of a cliché ploy that popular girls do to play with men's feelings, especially a physics nerd like him? Because if it is, Jake hates to admit that he'd be a willing participant (even if it'd break his heart a little).
"Yes, sure," he squeaks, finally recognising that Jaeyun is his name. He's still trying to process that you chose him—not Sunghoon with his ridiculous broad shoulders, or Riki with his ridiculous long legs, or Heeseung with his ridiculous charm—but him, who's sweating buckets and dampening his armpits underneath his long-sleeved T-shirt. His glasses almost glide down his nose from how sticky it is.
"It's settled, then!" Sunoo claps once, already red and irritated from having to stand under the unforgiving sun for longer than necessary. "Jake hyung and Y/N will sit together. So I will be sitting with—"
"Me!"
"Me!"
Sunoo ignores Sunghoon and Riki, and walks straight to the rear seats. "With Heeseung hyung!"
Soon, there's shuffling and then everyone's already inside the car. Riki sits in the middle with a pout, a penalty for causing the minor disruption and losing rock-paper-scissors to Sunghoon and Jake. Sunghoon is happily humming to a song from the 80s, occassionally turning around to tease Sunoo who's been trying to join Heeseung in his mandatory road-trip nap. Jay and Jungwon have settled into their designated seats as the drivers of the day, already talking about the route they're taking and traffic condition. While Jake—well, he's preparing himself for the inevitable.
You're still standing by the door, overseeing the situation at hand, and Jake tries to ignore the way his cheeks burn under your weighted gaze.
"Can I sit now?" You softly ask. Jake hesitates a moment before nodding his head frantically.
"Y-Yes."
You, on the other hand, do not hesitate at all. Jake instinctively spreads his legs when you climb into the car, already aiming his lap as your throne for the next 120-minute of the ride. His senses heighten, overly aware of his friends' eyes watching his every move, and the soft scent of peach from your body wash that invades his nose when your weight finally settles on him.
In a split second, Jake goes from never daring to touch you to having you resting your ass comfortably on his clothed dick, thanks to a certain Japanese who's now queueing songs like he didn't just commit a fatal crime against his Aussie hyung.
His slightly longer thighs bracket your exposed ones in a hesitant cage, every point of your skin meeting his seems to burn through the fabric of his jeans. Your hair and neck are one breath away from his nose now, where he's inhaling lungfuls of peaches and creams and your vanilla-ish perfume, and Jake chooses to blink at the ceiling to avoid looking over your shoulders and possibly flashing himself with the swell of your chest under that thin camisole top. The already-cramped space feels even smaller, and Jake doesn't think he can breathe properly.
While at it, Jake hopes his prayers could break through the car roof and reach the heavens.
God, please have mercy on me and let my other head not have a brain of its own.
God answers him shortly in the form of you shifting around.
"You comfortable?" You ask innocently, adjusting yourself on his lap. Jake nearly inhales his tongue, feeling blood rush to his ears and south. A strangled noise escapes his throat instead.
"Mhm."
From the front, he can hear a snort coming from none other than Jay. "You sound constipated, dude."
'Try having a pretty girl sit on your dick then!', is what Jake wishes he could say to his friend, but he knows that this is more of a him-problem. Someone like Jay won't get flustered in this kind of situation—at least not as bad as he is, who doesn't even fucking know where to put his hands, hovering in the air like he's about to conduct a choral speaking.
So, Jake resorts to conveying his rage through the rearview mirror instead, hoping that his glare and frown are enough to make Jay feel bad. (They don't, Jay finds him cute instead).
Jungwon comes to save the day as he turns to the backseat. "Do you have everything with you?" All of them except Jake hum. He thinks he doesn't have his sanity anymore, but of course the younger boy pretends to ignore him.
Jungwon eyes each one of his friends, his gaze stopping longer at the sight of Jake gripping the leather seat, the white of his knuckles almost matching his face, and you smiling innocently at him. Jungwon badly wants to laugh.
Jake widens his eyes at Jungwon. Help me!
The younger boy gives him an indecipherable look before turning to face the front. "Alright. We're not turning back for you even if you forgot your PlayStation."
Jake wants to say that they might want to leave a certain Sim Jaeyun to save him from this misery, but all words are gone from his mind when the car starts forward with a sharp jolt. Your back meets his chest in a soft thud, punching air out of his lungs. Your ass pushes deeper into his lap and Jake nearly pierces the leather with his nails from how desperately hard he's gripping it.
"Oops, sorry!" Jay chimes from the driver seat, sounding far from sorry.
You straighten up and turn around, looking more sorry than your cousin. "You okay? Sorry about that, Jaeyunnie."
Oh, fuck. Please don't use that voice on him when he's one bump away from kissing your lips. You're so close it feels like you're breathing in the same air he exhales, so close he can see the faint, tiny freckles dusting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.
"Yeah," he manages, voice hoarse like he's just swallowed a bucket of sand. "I'm okay."
There's a halt in your movement, like you're actually seeing him through the calm façade he's exuding. His breath catches when your eyes drop to his lips briefly, the bitten-red skin tingles under your heated gaze.
Then, after a moment, you smile at him so easily; as if the tension never existed, as if the pull was only one-sided.
"If you say so."
When he's met with your shiny hair again, Jake lets out a breath he unknowlingly held. Your voice fills up the space softly as you begin talking to Jungwon and Jay, all cheery and unrestrained while he's exerting mental training equivalent to physical labour of a building constructor to stop his dick from hardening every time you move.
He hears a snicker from his left and immediately meets with Riki's mischievous eyes. The younger boy mouths something that has Jake closing his eyes and leaning on the headrest in defeat.
'Don't get horny now, Jake hyung.'
Jake is worried that if it's not now, it'll be the next time Jay hits a bump.
Instead of a road bump, Jake's personal enemy turns out to be you.
Ten minutes in, everything is still going fine. Jake is still breathing, alive, and hasn't popped a boner that could traumatise you and get him banned from the car permanently. You also seem okay, still engrossed in a conversation with the cat-duo driving the car, talking about college and your winter trip to Japan.
For a moment, Jake selfishly thinks if his lap was that…sitable, seeing as you haven't shown any signs of discomfort yet. Or, to be fair, it has been barely ten minutes since they're en route, and though those minutes are enough to pull the others into a car nap, ten minutes feel like one round of orbit around the Sun when he has you sitting on his lap.
Jake can feel himself melt into the seat. Maybe this isn't so bad at all. Maybe he can make it to Sokcho without having to cut his dick off before anyone could see his hard-on. He just has to sit really quietly and will his mind to avoid teetering dangerous territory.
Yeap. Everything is fine.
Not until you decide to put your hands on his thighs.
Jake almost jolts at the contact, flexing his thighs instinctively when you place your perfectly manicured fingers on the surface of his jeans. It's a brief touch, one that can pass as accidental, but the lingering heat it leaves behind feels almost physical.
His eyes dart to the back of your head, trembling with nerves nearly frayed at the edges, gauging your reaction, and bites the bottom of his lips when you resume your conversation as if nothing happened. Or nothing really happened to you.
It's just a touch, for God's sake. Calm your dick down.
If a simple touch from you could unravel him this fast, what about other things? What if you hug him, or-or if you hold his hand, or—wait, is he wishing for other things to happen between you and him? (He does, but he knows that it won't happen.)
Jake gulps harshly and decides to enjoy the scenery instead. He stares hard out the window, so intense like he's memorising every species of the trees they pass by, mind lost in a whirlwind of horny thoughts clashing with rationality, when you do something again.
This time, it isn't an innocent touch on his thigh. It's an innocent move to hear Jungwon better. You lean forward, pushing your ass deeper into his lap simultaneously, offering your ear to Jungwon who seems to be sharing a secret about Jay. Jake's breath hitches and his hands almost come up to hold your waist, the friction sending heat through his body.
Fuck. He peels his eyes away from the window forcefully and follows down the dip of your spine to where your ass meets his crotch. Your position highlights the narrow of your waist and the width of your hips, all sinful curves that have him swallowing harder, something inside his pants threatening to stir alive. Jake closes his eyes.
Think of Jesus, Jake. Think of Layla. He absentmindedly fixes his glasses. Think of quantum physics. Think of—
"—Oh!" You squirm excitedly, round butt wiggling slightly against his cock. "Yes, I met her before!"
Jake hisses before he can stop himself, the sound serving like a knife cutting the conversation. You and Jungwon instantly turn to look at him, the latter wearing a mischievous expression when he sees the heat painting Jake's face red.
"Are you okay?" You prompt in concern, noticing how stiffly Jake is nodding at you.
"Y-Yeah. Good. I'm horgoony."
Freudian slip is gonna be the death of him.
Jay and Jungwon burst out laughing, catching the slip as fast as any dirty-minded man would. Jake's face turns a darker shade of red, avoiding your eyes whose brows now pinching in confusion.
"Horgoony?" You echo, pretty confident you have never heard of that strange word spoken before. Jake immediately shakes his head, panic creeping into his chest when Jungwon shows a sign of opening his mouth.
No! Do not let that orange cat speak! Jungwon only cares about his downfall!
"I feel horribly good! Yeah," Jake stammers, to hell with any logical reasoning. "Like, I feel good because we're on a road trip. But also kind of horrible because I get motion sickness sometimes."
Now that the string of the sentences has flowed out of his mouth, Jake thinks he is kind of making sense. Satisfaction blooms in his chest when you nod in understanding, because two conflicting emotions—feeling good and horrible—can exist simultaneously, right? Like the way he wants to push you from his lap and hide in the deepest part of the Sokcho forest forever but also craves to just grab your hips and pull you close and have his way with you—wait stop.
What a horrible, horny, nothing-good man you are, Sim Jaeyun.
"That does sound horrible." Jake snaps out of his thoughts when he registers your voice, nodding fervently to amplify the faux pity that he's just orchestrated.
You give him a sorry look, the one where it pulls the corners of your mouth down into a frown. Jake sighs in relief. You bought it. Thank God for his smart brain.
"Yeah. I think I'm just gonna take a nap," he adds, voice turning softer when you still look at him in concern. He feels a strange need to overexplain.
"Motion sickness happens because your eyes see one thing while your inner ears and muscles feel another. If I take a nap, it'll eliminate the visual stimuli that causes the conflict…" Jake trails off, catching himself before he could go on and on and on on why humans experience motion sickness, and possibly bore you to death. He shakes his head imperceptibly. "So—yeah. I should take a nap."
To his surprise, you only give him a warm smile. "I never knew that, Jaeyun. Then what's the correlation between motion sickness and playing your phone in a moving vehicle?"
Jake blinks behind his glasses, genuinely taken aback that you're actually listening instead of zoning out halfway through his rambling.
"Oh. Um." He clears his throat. "It's kind of the same concept. Your eyes are focused on something stationary—your phone—but your body still feels the movement of the car."
You hum softly, leaning back against him slightly, prompting him to continue. Jake immediately forgets how lungs work.
"S-So your brain gets confused because the signals don't match," he continues weakly. "Your eyes tell your brain you're sitting still, but your inner ears are like, 'No, we're moving.' It's like mixed signals, and our body doesn't like mixed signals."
His ears are warming up from how true the words are to the situation he's having with you.
"And right now you're seeing my stationary body while the car's moving," you continue with a subtle tilt of your mouth, "so you're nauseous and all dizzy now, right?"
Jake almost chokes to death. Did you know about his little problem? He blinks at you rapidly, hand itching to touch his glasses in a fit of nerves.
Oh my God. He's going to die. He's going to die and Jungwon will write 'Sim Jaeyun was a smart friend, died a horny man with a dick that never went down, a standing ovation to his contribution to Seoul National University' as his headstone epitaph. You know about it so Jake is going to die!
He stumbles with his own words. "I-I mean—It's actually—"
You give him a cheeky smile. "I'm just joking with you, Jaeyun. You're probably sick because you're having me on your lap like this."
You start digging into your front pocket, frowning when it's empty. Jake holds his breath when your hands move to your back pocket, looking for whatever it is that gets you so determined and his dick so excited whenever your finger brushes against his crotch. Jake is almost blue from not breathing.
He thinks this time he's really going to die.
"Found it!"
You offer your palm to him, where two mint candies sit idly on the soft surface. Jake's chest slowly feels lighter as air rushes in, no longer collapsing under the pressure of your searching hand accidentally brushing against him moments ago. He clears his throat.
You beam at him. "These will soothe your sickness, Jaeyunnie. Please take them."
Jake studies your face.
Do you know what you're doing to him? Was everything done on purpose, or are you really oblivious to everything?
He swallows and forces a nod, taking the candies from your palm, feeling a spark of electricity in his system when his fingers brush your skin.
"Thank you, Y/N."
You turn your back on him, resuming your conversation with Jungwon and Jay. All sweet and cotton candy, unaware of the turmoil he's going through. Jake stares at the candies in his hand, a mocking sign to his misery, and heaves out a quiet sigh. He glances at his wristwatch.
It feels like two world wars had happened but it's only been twenty minutes into the drive. An hour and forty minutes of horny torture remains for Sim Jaeyun to endure, and he's not sure if he's going to survive.
He slowly closes his eyes. Maybe sleep can help with horniness, too.
It does, but only for a moment, because Jake could swear he just blinked when you tap his shoulder a few times.
Jake blinks, half-groggy and half-alert. Did he have a wet dream of you and get hard in his unconsciousness? Is that why you woke him up?
But he's met with your apologetic face instead. "I'm sorry for waking you up," you whisper, trying not to wake other boys who are fast asleep. "But my back's sore. Can I lean on you for a moment?"
In a flash, all incoherent thoughts fly out the window. Guilt starts lodging in his chest as he realises—glancing at his watch—that you've been sitting straight for one hour. Before he knows it, Jake is already nodding at you, adjusting his seat to accommodate the new position.
"Y-Yes, you can."
God, he's such a loser. The word 'no' seems to disappear from his dictionary whenever you're around.
You reward him with an appreciative smile and waste no time to turn around and lean back softly on him. The moment your back touches his chest, Jake can feel his system kick start, a chemical reaction that he can never understand no matter how hard he studies Biology.
You physically relax into his chest. "This is so much better," you sigh, a dreamy smile on your face, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Then you tilt your head upwards to glance at him. "Is this okay for you?"
Jake hopes you can't feel how fast his heart is beating through the fabric of his shirt. The brown-haired boy nods wordlessly. "More than okay."
For a moment, you just stare at him, brilliant eyes holding his in a soft gaze. It's a silent minute full of everything unspoken, rendering him speechless and even more restless because no matter how smart he is, he could never decipher the meaning behind this look you're giving him. There's something you hide that he feels like he should know, like an open secret waiting for the right time for him to catch.
This time, Jake is even sure that you can hear his heartbeat.
Then, as if that moment never happened, you close your eyes and get comfortable.
"We should sleep, Jaeyun. Don't want you to get carsick again."
You nuzzle closer and Jake holds his breath, feeling the silky strands of your hair brushing against his jaw. His hands hover, not knowing where to land, though the pinch of your waist is where he wants to hold the most. Eventually, Jake settles on his thighs, watching the difference between his veiny hands and the smooth span of your thighs.
Is he still sleeping? Is he dreaming or are you really sleeping on his chest?
It seems that sitting in his lap really tired you out, because you're fast asleep in less than five minutes. The guilt in his chest amplifies at the sight of your closed eyes, breathing evening out as sleep overtakes your being. Jake bites his lips.
He's so shameless, napping to avoid getting turned on instead of caring for your being. He’s so horrible, worrying more about his hard-on than the fact that you’ve been uncomfortable for an hour. Jake wants to cry so bad.
Jake spends the rest of the ride watching you sleep. He fixes your hair when it falls over your face, tucking it behind your ear carefully, and then smiles to himself when he sees your pout. He blocks the sunlight with his hand when it's glaring on your skin through the window, not minding letting his hand redden from the harsh light. He instinctively holds your waist at a sharp turn, firm and secure, though he lets go just as fast as if it burns, afraid that it's not a touch you'd receive had you been conscious.
Other than the carnal desire he has suppressed for you, this road trip also makes him realise the depth of the feelings he actually harbours for you. He's so doomed. He's so doomed because in what universe would a hot, sweet, popular California girl like yourself, return back the feelings of a bland, studious, quiet Korean-Aussie boy like him?
In fictions. In another lifetime. But not in Sim Jaeyun's current universe right now.
However, the Sim Jaeyun in this universe also will never know peace.
Because just as he's getting comfortable with the you-watching routine that he just recently discovered, the road has another plan for him when Jay finally, and actually, hits a bump this time.
The first bump is a mild surprise. Jake gathers it's a small bump, one that Jay overlooks while getting excited over Bon Jovi playing on the rodeo. But the aftermath brings you settling deeper into him, pressing on him in a way that has his breath hitching. Jake holds your waist on instinct.
"Oh my God, I didn't see that," Jay mutters from the front.
Jake tries to steady his breath. That's…a shock. One that shatters the soft atmosphere he created while watching you, now replaced with the same tension he's been fighting the last hour.
Jake lets go of your waist when he assumes that it's just a one-time thing. But then the bump happens again, and instead of a solid, big one—it's shaky, like they're sliding through endless, tiny jagged rocks.
"Damn bro, this road needs fixing," Jay makes another commentary. He glances at the rearview mirror. "You good, Jake?"
Jake doesn't know what to answer. "I think I am," he mumbles, voice clipped.
Is it good that you're practically bouncing in his lap, adding more pressure with almost no interval for him to recover mentally? He thinks not. But Jay doesn't have to know that.
"We're almost there," Jungwon chimes in, navigating the map. There's a shakiness in his voice that comes from the vibration caused by the bumps. "Fifteen minutes at most. We found a shorter route just now and traffic was smooth."
Fifteen minutes.
Jake thinks he might actually die in fifteen minutes.
Another bump sends your body rocking against him softly, your sleeping face scrunching for a brief second before relaxing. His grip tightens.
Fuck.
If Jay doesn't stop the car and fix this damn road himself then he's definitely going to pop a boner soon.
Jake squeezes his eyes shut when another bump rattles through the car, and then again, and again, and again until Jake can barely separate one sensation from another anymore. Until he doesn't know where he starts and where you end anymore. You shift unconsciously, settling heavier against his chest before Jay hits another bump.
This time, Jake makes a mistake of looking down at you.
He didn't notice it before, too lost in his sappy, romantic feelings for you. But right now, it's actually so damn obvious that the angle from where he sits taller than you and you lean against him, he can easily see your cleavage past the neckline of your camisole.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The road doesn't stop shaking beneath the tires, and so does his pulse as he watches your breasts bounce with every bump that comes their way. Jake averts his eyes, so stiff and so strained, but can't help letting his gaze drift back to watch the soft mounds shake.
This is bad. This is very, very bad, and Jake is nothing but a bad fucking pervert.
A particularly rough patch of road sends the entire car jolting. Your body bounces against him harder this time, more pressure and more friction that Jake almost whimpers. He tips his head back, gulping harshly as the line of his long neck glistens with a sheen of sweat.
Inside his jeans, he can feel his cock kick.
Oh, fuck—he's definitely hard now.
Oh my fucking God.
"This is the last one, promise!"
Jake doesn't even register Jay's words, or the way your head hits his jaw from impact, because his internal system is flooded with horny-filled panic. He can feel it: his dick twitching and getting semi-hard from the continuous stimulation from your bouncing. He doesn't even realise that he's now clawing at his own thighs, seeking strength that could neutralise his blooming lust, or that you are finally awake.
"Are we almost there?" You ask groggily, blissfully unaware of the raging boner forming under your ass. You sit up when the coastal view greets your blurry vision, mouth gaping in awe.
"Oh, wow!" You gasp, always excited to visit Sokcho no matter how many times you've been there. "It's beautiful as always!"
The road is smooth now, but Jake's final torture arrives in the form of you bouncing, excitedly and consciously, in his lap. You wiggle in enthusiasm, urging Jungwon to pass your phone that's been charging at the front to take some pictures and send it to the family groupchat.
"Jungwon, Jaeyun, look at those seagulls!"
Jake is seeing no seagulls. He's only seeing white hot, painful pleasure as you move in his lap, his brain dissolving into useless static. His fingers twitch, itching to grab your waist and force you to stay still, but you're so excited that he almost didn't have the heart to do it.
"Did you see that?" You lean to the window, and then shift happily when you spot kites in the sky. "We should do that too! Hey, Jay, do you think you can—"
Jake finally has had enough.
The restraint that he's been holding onto finally breaks like a taut wire getting cut. His hands snap to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, hips almost bucking up from the delicious friction alone. His lips drop to the shell of your ears, hot, ragged breath brushing the sensitive skin as his voice lowers an octave.
"Y/N," Jake licks his dry lips, the tip of his tongue peeking through. He watches with dark eyes as the hair on your neck stands straight under his unforgiving proximity.
"Stop fucking moving."
And that's the moment you feel it.
A bulge, hard and rigid and big, poking your ass from where you rest in his lap.
Oh my fucking God.
Sim Jaeyun is hard.
You freeze, breath hitching.
Neither of you dare to move. Not even your excitement of being back to your uncle's beach house, or Jay's questioning look from where you cut your sentence, can bring you to move. No.
You couldn't, not when Jake's hard dick is nudging at you right now, so tangible and unmistakably his.
The brown-haired boy is still panting in your ear, shooting tingles through your system. His grip on your waist is almost bruising, like he's trying very, very hard to hold back from overstepping lines that shouldn't be overstepped.
You hadn't meant for this to happen. Sure, Jake is fun to tease. That boy is all broken words and nervous glances whenever you're in his proximity, and it can't be helped when he blushes prettily too.
You just can't stop yourself from seeking his attention in your own way, because aside from being a pretty boy, Jake is also such a sweetheart and so, so smart. And in an age where intellligence is a scarcity, you absolutely adore smart guys.
Especially the one who isn't condescending and is actually eager to help people like him.
So, really—you hadn't meant for this to happen. Offering to become the one without a seat is a decision you made when you consider yourself to be lighter than most of the guys, but offering to sit in Jake's lap is definitely a decision born from personal bias. You kind of knew what it would cause—seeing how stiff and awkward Jake had been—but you let it go halfway through when the soreness in your back outweighs your desire to tease.
Which has now brought you to this situation.
The car's still moving like nothing happened, and the boys are slowly stirring to life one by one. Everything is normal, except for the nails digging into your waist and the deep timbre in your ear.
You swallow harshly, not daring to move. Jake is so close, so close that you can feel every movement of his chest. You sit still in his hold, trying not to wince from how hard he's gripping your hips, and how hot you find the situation is.
His dick, despite no movement is being made, only hardens further. Jake gasps almost imperceptibly, almost matching the way your breath leaves your mouth when you notice, again, just how big he is.
Fuck. Fuck, that's so hot. Sim Jaeyun is so hot and you can feel yourself slowly getting turned on.
Without any warning, as if driven by an invisible force that urges to look at him, you finally turn around.
And Jake looks absolutely wrecked.
Beads of sweat dot on his forehead, the furrow of his eyebrows showing restraint and constraint. His lips are red from how hard he's biting them, and his previously clean, smooth glasses are now fogged up and hazy. His eyes, glazed over with tamed lust, lock into yours, half-lidded and dark.
A breath catches in your throat.
This is not the Jaeyun you know.
Or, more accurately, this is not the Jaeyun he usually shows.
This is another side of him, like seeing Jake wearing short-sleeves and showing his arms for the first time. Gone are his round, puppy eyes, now replaced with this narrowed, slit gaze that makes you shiver under his heated stare. He used to be so nervous around you, and you can feel that he's nervous now, too, but his pent-up sexual frustration seems to outweigh any rational daily-Jake thoughts.
This is still Sim Jaeyun. Just a different, never-before-seen side of Sim Jaeyun.
"Are we finally there?" Riki, the last one to awaken, stretches beside the two of you. You don't even notice that the car has pulled up into the driveway of Jay's ridiculously huge beach house from how piercing Jake's gaze is holding your eyes captive now.
Jake bites his lips, the fog in his head slowly clearing up now that the car has stopped. As if snapping out of a daze, he quickly maneuvers you into Riki's lap instead, showcasing his strength that he often hides. The latter yelps at the sudden weight and grabs your waist on instinct, before Jake darts out of the car without looking back.
"Sim Jaeyun! Bring your own fucking luggage!" Jay shouts from the car boot, but the brown-haired boy has already disappeared behind the door.
You sit, stunned in silence, still frozen and unable to speak. Not until Riki nudges at you, Heeseung and Sunoo impatiently asking the both of you to move so that they can get out.
"Are you okay, noona? Is hyung okay?"
You nod. You give the youngest a strained smile as you slowly move out of his lap and out of the car, careful not to start another war of hormones.
"We're okay."
The lie tastes bitter on your tongue.
Jake is avoiding you.
It's a foreseeable aftermath. It's inevitable. But it pains you regardless.
It gets to the point where he straight up refuses sitting next to you at dinner, which raises some eyebrows and teasing from the boys. But you know better.
He is deliberately avoiding you.
It frustrates you, really. Because every summer, it is your thing with Jake to sit in silence in the morning and read at the porch, enjoying the sunrise over wordless, comfortable silence. But now he purposely sleeps in, waking up later than usual, leaving you alone in the cold of dawn, your paperback copy of The Inheritance Games left untouched on your thighs.
At movie nights, he'll be the last one to join, just to see where you sit first to avoid being near you. He'll become extra quiet when you speak, acting like the floor is more interesting than your face, not even sparing you a glance.
And your patience is wearing thin. Almost thinner than the bikini you're wearing right now.
Fine. He can ignore you all he wants, act like he didn't just pop a boner after letting you sit in his lap. He can pretend like you never affected him, pretend like nothing happened, but one thing you know is that Jake could never betray his attraction for you.
So, be fucking it. You don't care if it's petty to pick the skimpiest bikini you own today, the one in hot pink that always contours the line of your cleavage, perfectly bunching up your tits and making them look rounder. The one that you know will drive Jake crazy from how bouncy your ass looks, basically confirmed when his eyes can't seem to stop trailing after you even after you dive into the pool.
You come to the surface with a gaping mouth, letting the water slide down the lines on your body, and make no show of hiding yourself from looking straight at Jake.
That coward has the nerves to look away after staring at you like a touch-deprived teenager.
"Is Sim Jaeyun single?"
The reason why you always agree to join the all-boys road trip is because it's not exactly all-boys. There are girls who live nearby. Girls you're acquainted with from how often you follow your cousin to his beach house every summer. Spoiled rich girls whose parents come from the same tax bracket as your and Jay's family.
And one of those girls is shamelessly checking Jake out now, hungry eyes drinking in the way his wet, long-sleeved shirt sticks to his torso, outlining the faint lines of his abdomen that he never shows. She's sitting on the edge of the pool, feet-dipping while you take a break from your swim.
You narrow your eyes, an ugly spark of jealousy blooming in your chest. You don't like the implication of the question, and you absolutely hate the way she's looking at him now.
"Don't even think about it."
Your neighbour only shrugs and continues her eye-fucking. "He's so my type. So nerdy, so smart. I wonder how he'll look like without the glasses?"
You will poke her eyes before she gets the chance to. "Use your own imagination," you hiss, almost bitter when you realise that you also have barely seen him without his glasses.
Jake has sensitive eyes that react badly to contact lenses, which explains his preference for thick glasses than going out without them. Even now, when everyone is fooling around Jay's enormous pool, his thick, black-rimmed glasses perch on the bridge of his tall nose—the nose you hope you can put into good use one day.
The girl only hums, half-listening to you. She sighs dreamily. "I can't believe that I have his number."
At this point, the jealousy has turned so ugly you're actually seeing green. Or red. Or whatever that Cortis song sounds like. "You have his number?"
She finally pays attention to you. "Yeap! I asked him yesterday. I don't know what I should say to start the conversation though," she pouts, glancing back at Jake who's now sitting on the side with Sunghoon, sipping on coconut water. "Should I ask him if I can join dinner at your house tonight?"
Jake gave his number to her?
You grit your teeth. The hurt has materialised into a knife, twisting in your chest in a sharp pain disguised in jealousy. So, while Jake's been avoiding you like a fucking plague, he's been spending his time giving away his number to any curious girl? He's been talking with other girls while leaving you with radio silence, one that you didn't deserve because it was him who popped that boner?!
You are the one who's supposed to ignore him—not the other way around!
What a fucking loser.
You can't stop the bitterness from leaking through your voice when you finally speak.
"It's me and Jay that you should ask—not Sim Jaeyun. And no, you cannot join dinner at my house tonight."
You leave her dumbfounded by the pool, seething in anger that the water on your skin could steam from the heat alone. You march to the slide doors, giving Jake and Sunghoon the nastiest side-eye you could ever give when the latter calls out to you, and slam the door behind.
Whatever. Or not whatever. Sim Jaeyun is a fucking pervert and a jerk and a coward, and stupidly hot while being so oblivious to how hot he actually is. Whatever! You don't care.
You don't care that he barely speaks a word to you. You don't care that he leaves any room you walk into. You don't care that he's flirting with other girls and giving away his number willingly when you had his on default for being Jay's younger cousin, and from Jay himself at that.
The corner of your eyes burn.
You wish you didn't care.
You're ignoring Jake.
Jake knows this the moment you no longer come to the porch to read. Instead, every morning is now spent in the garden with Jungwon, tending to Jay's mom's flowers. After, you'll brew some hibiscus tea that you pluck from the garden and share it with Sunoo and Riki.
And when he walks into the kitchen to get some food, you no longer meet his eyes, or save that apple that he knows you know he likes to eat for breakfast. You let Heeseung eat all of them! It's so—so unfair, because he likes apples and you know it!
It sends Jake to the end of a cliff. Why are you suddenly being like this?
His sanity is stretching thin as he tries to work his brain. Why the sudden change? Is it because of his silence? But he's just embarrassed to face you! Or—did you find out about it?
Genuine horror floods his mind when he thinks, oh no, you must've realised how disgusting he truly is. How dirty-minded and perverted he is, that every day he has to take cold showers three times a day whenever he catches a glimpse of you.
You in your sleepwear. You in your casual shirt. You in shorts.
You in bikini.
Jake has fallen out of any point of salvation, because God, could any man get this horny just from a mere look? In the back of his mind, he knows it's the image of you sitting in his lap that ignited the beginning of his undoing, but the continuous hard-on he gets whenever he's around you is definitely, entirely on him.
And Jake, oh so sweet Jake, doesn't dare touch himself to the thought of you. No. He'd rather leave his balls blue, take cold showers every morning, every evening, and every night, and let his dick go from standing tall like a national anthem was being played to becoming flaccid under the cold water without any action. He doesn't even have the guts to touch his own fucking dick, the guilt blocking him from doing anything to relieve himself.
So—did you find out about it? Because if you did, then Jake could understand the cold shoulders you're giving him.
But Jake is a mere man—maybe a bit perverted, and a bit too horny despite his image, so he couldn't stop himself from getting hard the moment he sees you walking into the living room in nothing but an oversized white tee that falls off your shoulder. He grabs the nearest cushion and places it on top of his crotch, blood already rushing south when he sees the strap of your black bra.
This is why he has to go to church sometimes; to balance everything out. Because Einstein never talked about the solution or formula to cure men's (Jake's) sexual desires that seem endless. And sexual desires that come from seeing a strap of a bra alone.
Whatever it is, Jake's soul has almost left his body, already tuning out of his surroundings. He doesn't even realise that Jay and Riki are wrestling for the TV remote, and accidentally sending said remote flying onto the floor just a few feet away from him.
He only comes to when you stand in front of him, back facing him, and bend over to pick up the remote.
You. Bend. Over. In. Front. Of. Him.
In a second, Jake has a full view of your ass. The shirt rides up slightly, revealing white shorts that stretches across the round flesh as you bend over to reach the remote and Jake feels like he's brought back to the car when he was fighting demons as you unintentionally ground his crotch with every movement.
His grip on the cushion tightens, head dizzy from the way you practically shove your butt in his face.
Jake releases a shaky exhale.
He can see the outline of your panties and wonders if it matches your black bra.
And he can see the outline of his doomed future if he stays in the living room any longer.
"Whose turn is it to pick the movie?" You casually ask, now straightening up as if you just didn't flash Jake with your perky ass.
"Jake hyung," Jungwon replies from the center of the long couch, carding his hand through Sunoo's silky hair, the blonde who's now laying down his head on his lap. "It's his turn."
Your face remains expressionless as you turn to the glasses boy. But instead of taking the remote from your hand, Jake stands up, avoiding eye contact and clutching the cushion tight over his crotch.
Then he flees the living room, leaving behind six confused men and one very angry, very upset girl.
Jake thinks he deserves a medal for surviving the living room.
Or perhaps an exorcism.
The moment his bedroom door clicks shut behind him, Jake drops the cushion onto the floor and drags both hands down his face with a groan. His glasses nearly fall off his nose in the process.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
He paces once across the room, then twice.
Outside, he can still hear the muffled sounds of the movie downstairs—Riki yelling dramatically at a character, Sunoo complaining about spoilers, Jay laughing too loudly. Normal sounds. Normal people.
Meanwhile Jake feels like he's one accidental glimpse of your shoulder away from committing a crime.
His eyes squeeze shut.
That white shirt.
The black bra strap.
The way you bent over in front of him so casually, completely unaware that Jake nearly ascended right there on Jay's living room couch.
"Fuck," he whispers weakly to himself.
Jake drops onto the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees.
Maybe he should take another cold shower. That would make four today.
"I should sleep," he mutters to himself, breath shaky. "S-Sleep can help with motion sickness and horniness."
With a newfound resolution, he turns off the lamp and settles under the blanket. His movement is stiff and awkward, overly aware of the tent straining his shorts. Once he pulls the blanket over his chest, Jake closes his eyes, forcing sleep into his system.
Only, the image of you swimming in your hot pink bikini flashes behind his eyelids.
"No, stop. Not that," he whispers, brows scrunching in protest. He shakes his head, as if physically removing the image away, and tries again.
This time, the image of you in his lap comes back, stripped down to heated skin and soft breaths, your body moving against his in ways that make his stomach twist.
His eyes fly open. The image is so clear and vivid, thanks to his photographic memory and insane imagination—the very thing that's been saving him in the academic department now serving as the tool that brings him to his downfall.
His cock twitches involuntarily.
"N-No," he pants, chest moving rapidly. He grips the edge of the blanket, knuckles turning white. "I—Stop—"
Then he remembers just now: you bent over, giving him a delicious access to his ass-shaped sufferings, and Jake almost whimpers from the flashback alone.
The room rises in temperature, the air conditioner doing nothing to tone down the feverish lust spreading through his body. Jake finally relents and discards the blanket, glasses all fogged up as he stares at the bulge under his shorts.
"I'm sorry," he whimpers, slipping off his shorts and boxers until they bunch up around his knees. "I'm so fucking sorry."
His cock springs free, standing tall in the dimness of his room. The tip glistens, already drooling with precum that shows no sign of stopping. With shaky hands, hesitance still edging around his lust, Jake finaly touches himself.
He has to bite down hard on his lips to muffle the sound threatening to escape. His hand stutters, the feeling of finally rubbing some relief after days of holding back comes crashing down on him. His head spins from how heavy his cock is in his hold, veins protuding like they're going to combust.
He slowly starts moving his hand, lathering up precum to ease the glide. His head tips back, a strangled sound catches behind his throat.
"Oh, God," his head spins, sparks of lust bursting at the tip of his fingers. "Oh, fuck—"
Through his hazy gaze of the blurry lenses, Jake tightens his grip slightly. A moan escapes his lips at the force, his cock only getting heavier in his hand. He plays with the mushroom tip of his dick, thumbing the slit and hissing when it sends pleasure up his spine.
"Ngh—" his eyes squeeze shut, brain putting up pieces of his memory of you. His body jerks when the rough pad of his thumb touches the underside of his cock, and as if on cue, the image of your jiggly breasts inside the car flashes behind his closed eyes.
"Fuck—Y/N," Jake sobs, picking up his pace. His wrist turns and flicks, biceps flexing hard at the speed he's going. Guilt starts accumulating inside his chest the more he thinks of you, of your voice, of your gaze, of your scent—but guilt isn't enough to stop Jake from chasing his own release.
"'So sorry," he chokes, letting go of his bottom lip, bitten-red and swollen. He imagines it was your hand instead of his, smaller and softer, with those manicured nails that he loves so much. How tiny your hand would look around his hard dick, trying to grip his length in its fully erect state.
Jake isn't inexpereinced. He's had his own fair share of sexcapades with a few people, and he's always been told that he's bigger than average. The big dick that he hides under his pants, further concealed by his nervous persona that only certain girls find cute.
But seeing his state right now, Jake thinks he's the furthest thing from cute.
He's pathetic.
Pathetic and gross and disgusting, feeling bad for jerking off to the thoughts of you but still unable to retract his hand and stop. The sound of his cries that he fails to hide fills up the space, and for the first time in days he's very glad that he won paper-rock-scissors during room assignment.
"Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he chants, mouth gaping open when he can feel himself close. His wrist is already tired and numb from the relentless pace he's set, the slick sound of his sinful act matching the roar of his blood rushing in his ears.
"Please, please, 'm gonna cum," he sobs, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. His hips lift off the mattress. "Please—"
"Do not fucking cum, Sim Jaeyun."
Jake's entire body locks up.
His wrist stills immediately, pleasure crashing into horror so fast it makes his stomach twist. For a second, he genuinely thinks his heart stops beating.
The room goes dead silent except for his ragged breathing.
Through fogged-up lenses and teary eyes, Jake stares at you standing by the door, unable to process the fact that you're actually here.
That you heard him.
That you saw him.
Oh my fucking God.
His hand jerks away from himself like he’s been burned, chest heaving violently as he scrambles to sit up straighter. The blanket tangles around his legs from how abruptly he moves.
"I—"
Nothing comes out.
Jake has never felt this level of humiliation before.
Not when he failed his chemistry olympiad in tenth grade. Not when he tripped in front of his entire lecture hall. Not even when Jungwon found his hidden Pokémon card collection at nineteen.
This is worse. So much worse.
Because it's you.
You, standing there in that oversized white shirt slipping off your shoulder again, eyes dark and unreadable as you look at him sprawled across the bed like something shameful.
Jake feels sick. His face burns so hot he thinks he might actually pass out.
"S-Sorry," he chokes out instinctively, because apologising is the only thing his brain knows how to do right now. "I didn't—I wasn't—I—"
His voice cracks miserably.
Jake is going to cry.
What should he even say in this situation? Sorry that you caught him jerking off to you? Sorry that he's such a nerd, such a loser that the only time he could talk smoothly with you was when he was defining what motion sickness was, but never had the courage to tell you how much he likes you and how much you affect me? Sorry that he's such a pervert that he thinks of you in positions way too inappropriate to be just friends?
The weight of his arousal sits heavy against his thigh, a testament to a newfound, lifelong embarrassment that he'll carry to his grave.
Jake squirms under your heated gaze, and quickly covers his crotch with his blanket when you slip into his bedroom wordlessly. The door clicks shut, the sound amplified by the heavy silence hanging in the air. His body tenses up.
Oh my God—he messed up, didn't he? Jake hangs his head low in shame, tears gathering along his lashlines.
"I'm sorry—I didn't mean to…"
His vision turns blurry. Fuck, you must hate him now.
"I-It's wrong—I know that—I'm sorry—ah!"
Jake looks up in surprise when your bold hand cups his erection. There's angry lines in your forehead, a sneer on your mouth, but the nasty look you're giving him does nothing to soothe down his arousal.
If anything, twisted as it is—it turns him on even more.
"Couldn't even look me in the eye downstairs," you begin, "but you here you are, jerking off to me like I wouldn't find out?"
The venom in your voice hurts him. You're being mean with your words, and it hurts his feelings but Jake couldn't care less. His mind is a messy jumbles of guilt and pleasure and shame, so all he does is cry and shake his head.
"I-I'm sorry, Y/N—"
"Are you really sorry?" you tighten your grip on his cock, one knee dipping into the mattress. "Your dick doesn't seem sorry though."
Jake wants to cry—oh, he's already crying. His hand curls into the sheets beneath him, unable to form coherent words when you start rocking the heel of your palm on his hard-on. The friction from the blanket and the pressure from your hand only spark electric pleasure through his system.
Within seconds, Jake is all hard again—even harder than before.
"Tell me, Jaeyunnie. Did all of this happen because I sat in your lap?"
Jake whimpers pathetically. You knew. Of course you knew. You're not only hot and pretty and kind, you're also smart like him, so in tune with your surroundings. You're a little mean right now, but it's okay because Jake believes that he deserves this after avoiding you without any explanation.
"Answer me, Sim Jaeyun."
"Yes," he croaks, shame burning his face red. His eyes screw shut. The admission sets his being on fire, skin flushed from embarrassment. "O-Oh, God, y-yes."
He cracks one eye open when you don't reply. Instead, he's met with your fiery gaze. The edges have softened with lust, like you're also affected by this, but you're good at keeping your control.
Unlike him, who's unraveling like a loose thread under your touch alone.
Jake almost whines when you retract your hand, but the sound is muffled with a gasp when you yank the blanket open. He instinctively closes his crotch area with his hands, but you're fast to slap his wrists away.
"I'm so pissed off, Jaeyun," you mutter, swinging your leg over his thighs so now you're straddling him. You fix him with your sharp eyes, hand finding his dick again.
"You've been acting like we're strangers and it hurts me so bad."
Jake's mouth hangs open as you gather his precum and start working your wrist around his cock. His brain barely registers your words, too lost in a cloud of lust, but when he finally processes it, he desperately shakes his head.
He wants to apologise again and again and again, because he is truly sorry—he didn't know how affected you were. How could he not, when you're always described as everything out of his league, but he's always described as everything that doesn't fit your type?
"I'm sorry, I was just—fuck—just ashamed—" he gasps, hips bucking into your touch. "Didn't mean to—t-to hurt y—ngh, Y/N, faster please."
You coo at him, feigning sympathy as you set a ruthless pace on his cock. Jake is big—something that isn't a surprise anymore since that day you sat in his lap—but the sheer size of him is enough to make your mouth water and your panties damp.
Damn these nerdy boys. Acting all shy and innocent when they have this monstrousity hiding behind those ugly glasses.
"Faster? You wanna cum, Jaeyunnie?" you tilt your head. Jake nods frantically. "I don't think you deserve it, though. Why not ask from those girls you gave your number to?"
Something sharp twists in his stomach. Jake's eyes fly open, almost cowering when you give him a distasteful look. He grabs your arms desperately and shakes his head.
"N-No! She asked me first—" you put more pressure and Jake damn near loses his mind. "—said she needs—help—w-with Physi—cs—"
You roll your eyes. It's that easy to fool him? Can't he see the way those girls fuck him with their eyes? Without waiting for his sentence to finish, you sink down and take him in your mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" Jake screams, accidentally thrusting up his hips. He bites his lips, glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose as you take him deeper, tracing the line of his veins with your sinful tongue. "Oh, Y/N—please."
You hum around his length, tongue swirling as you hollow your cheeks to deepen the suction. Jake nearly busts from that alone, mind melting into a puddle of your name, the wet heat of your mouth serving as a better pleasure than his own hand.
You start bobbing your head up and down, marveling in the way the weight of his dick sits on your tongue. He's so big that you're so close to choking, but you don't care. You need to remind Jake how stupid he's been acting and how stupid he is if he thinks that you were not just as attracted toward him.
Jake sobs into his hands, hips jerking with every touch of his tip hitting the back of your throat. His head is getting dizzier, he can feel the coil in his stomach getting tighter and he knows that anytime soon, he will come undone on your skillful tongue.
But just as he's about to reach that high, you let go of him with a pop.
"No!" Jake whines, tears sliding down his cheeks. You're so mean. "P-Please let me cum."
"Not yet, nerdy boy." You mutter, red lips slick with saliva and precum. Jake can only sob, dick throbbing in need and desperation.
This is the punishment he deserves for being a jerk. He knows that, but he can't seem to stop crying. God, he's so pathetic.
Then he feels movement on his thighs. He blinks through the foggy lenses and lets out a breathless moan when you lift up your shirt and shorts and discard them away, leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and panties. His mouth starts salivating at the display of your beautiful body, and Jake swears he almost cums when he sees that you're indeed wearing black panties.
Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just as he imagined—God, you're so perfect he wants to kiss you.
But instead of a kiss, you push his at his chest instead. "Lie down."
And like the obedient puppy that he is, Jake follows your word, carefully descending his back onto the mattress. He's still sniffling from the previous denial, but now it's mixed with anticipation of what's to come when you hover above him.
You trace a gentle finger along the tall bridge of his nose, a barely-there touch that makes him shiver. With a slow tap on the tip of his nose, you finally speak.
"Did anyone ever ride your nose, Jaeyunnie?"
H-His nose?
Girls always compliment his nose, but he's never given it many thoughts as to why they did that. "N-No. Never."
There's a wicked smile on your face as you stand on your knees. Jake watches with a mouth gaping open as you make a show of shimmying down your panties, painfully and traitorously slowly that he almost rips it with his hand.
"Ah, what a shame," you sigh dreamily. "Guess I have to be the first one then."
Once your panties are out of the picture, Jake is instanly hit with a wave of your arousal. Your pussy glistens under the moonlight, soaked with slick and dripping with need. Jake inhales shakily, stopping himself from darting out his tongue to get a taste.
Fuck. He's sure he has actually died in the car and this is heaven because not even in his wildest dream did he get to have you like this.
Too lost in his reverie, Jake belatedly notices that you have removed his glasses. Despite your mean words and your mean actions, the caresses of your thumb on his cheeks are so gentle that he thinks he's hallucinating.
"You're so handsome, Jaeyun," you murmur. "But I bet you'll look better buried between my thighs."
You give him no time to recover from your crude words when you slowly move to straddle his head. Then, with a hand in his hair, you descend, letting the tip of his nose nudge at your clit.
And oh my fucking God—you smell so divine.
"Ah, Jaeyunnie," you moan, rocking your hips slowly to test the waters. "Your nose feels so good."
You sound even more divine. Jake's eyes roll to the back, savouring the way your sinful moans fall on his ears as you use his nose to get off. The bridge of his nose slides through your folds—wet and sticky and so sweet that he can't get enough of it.
Jake wraps his arms around your thighs to give you support, and another moan escapes your lips upon seeing his veiny arms around your supple skin. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, groaning despite your cunt suffocating him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure to your system.
"Ngh—Jaeyun—"
He can't breathe, and he can't hear properly from how hard you're clamping his head with your legs, but he can't deny that this is the best way to die. Being suffocated by your leaking pussy sounds like a dream death compared to dying in Jay's old SUV.
You keep your rhythm, rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your clit on his nose and dragging your folds on the tall bridge until the sharp tip of his nose catches at your hole. The grip you have in his hair hurts his scalp, but everything is worth the pain when Jake can watch you fall apart on his face, his own cock pulsing with a trembling need to cum.
"Ah—ah—Jaeyun oppa—"
Fuck. Fuck that sacred nickname.
The dynamics between you two often makes Jake forget the fact that he is indeed older than you. Coming from the States, it's uncommon for you to address people with such honorifics.
But right now, using that very honorific against him ignites something inside him; a carnal desire that's been thrumming low in his guts, waiting to be unleashed.
This time, Jake barely stops himself from stealing a taste. He darts out his tongue, prodding your hole with the tip, and hums in satisfaction when your stance falters slightly.
"Don't," you hiss, but there's no heat in it. Jake takes it as a sign to continue, licking more into your weeping cunt until your pace turns sloppy.
He doesn't care. You're probably gonna be so mad at him and punish him more, but whatever it is you have prepared can wait. Right now, Jake is having the best pussy of his life—barely breathing but still eating so, so fucking well.
"Jaeyun—stop—"
"No," Jake protests when you try to get up, pulling you down until the full weight of your body rests on his face.
Oh God, choking on pussy has never felt so good.
"Sim Jaeyun!" You squirm, feeling the stirring inside your belly getting wilder. Despite your weak attempts, your hips keeps grinding on his nose, showing no signs of stopping. You throw your head back.
You knew his nose would be the best thing to ride on, but hearing the slurps of your slick and his saliva—the sinful noises of him feasting on your cunt—makes you almost regret not letting him eat you out first.
"Ngh—Jaeyun—I'm close—"
Jake pulls your hips harder, letting you grind your clit on the tip of his nose as his tongue pushes into your hole mercilessly. You let out a high-pitched scream, muscles pulling tight at his ministrations. The double stimulations are fast pushing you over the edge.
Soon, white hot pleasure crashes into you, your vision turning black momentarily. It's so blurry and messy that you haven't realised that you've been screaming his name raw, hips unrelenting to chase the high. Jake swallows every drop of your sweet nectar, moaning into your spasming hole as he licks it clean.
Fuck. He's already desperate to have another round.
When you come down from your orgasm, hair matted to your forehead, you look down at him furiously.
"Let me go! I told you not to do it!" You attempt to sit up, but Jake doesn't let go, shaking his head with a pout. His nose and chin are drenched with your release, it's so sinful and filthy and you can't lie that you like seeing him so wrecked and fucked over like this.
"Can I have more? Please," he begs, kissing your inner thigh unhurriedly. He's already so addicted to the taste of you, Jake thinks he's gonna die if he doesn't have another fill. "I'll be so good to you, Y/N. Wanna eat you out so bad."
You grit your teeth, pushing away the temptation to save your pride. "No. Get up, Jaeyun."
But Jake is stubborn. He's so desperate to have more of you that he doesn't mind if he's leaving his own cock neglected and balls blue. "Please, I need it bad," he nudges at your pussy with his finger, pupils blown wide at the strings of sticky cum decorating your folds. "Fuck, please, Y/N, I want to eat you out."
"I said get up, Jaeyun."
"Y/N—"
"Jake."
The sharpness in your voice cuts through the haze instantly.
Jake stills immediately.
The desperation in his eyes flickers into something softer, more uncertain, like a scolded puppy finally realising he’s crossed a line. His grip on your thighs loosens at once, chest rising and falling hard beneath you.
The sound of his English name on your tongue feels foreign and almost painful, because it lacks the usual warmth and intimacy that your 'Jaeyun' usually holds. Yet, something inside him pulses harder, liking the change more than he'd like to admit.
“S-Sorry,” he whispers automatically, voice rough. “I just…”
He doesn’t even know how to explain it. How could he? That hearing you moan his name made him lose every coherent thought in his brain? That he’s spent days trying to stay away from you only to end up here, beneath you, completely ruined anyway?
You study him for a long moment before finally shifting off his face.
“Sit up.”
Jake obeys instantly.
The movement is clumsy and needy. His hair is a mess, lips swollen, face still flushed from lack of oxygen and desire. Without his glasses, his eyes look unbearably open like this—too honest, too vulnerable.
You cup his jaw gently, the touch losing its cruelty. Jake melts into it.
"There he is," you murmur softly, fixing his bangs that are obscuring his eyesight.
Jake can feel his heart stutter traitorously. This version of you—tender and sweet—a glimpse of the usual-you, is always more dangerous than any teasing.
Wordlessly, you tug at his shirt, and Jake obediently holds up his arms to let you peel away the fabric. Your eyes flick downward, amusement tugging at your lips.
"You know," you start, fingers trailing slowly down his sculpted chest, "for someone who acted terrified of touching me in the car…"
He groans softly, already embarrassed.
"…You were pretty damn desperate down there, Jaeyun."
His face burns hotter. Fine, he's just a touch-starved man, desperate for you in every way possible. But how could he not? Have you even looked at yourself?
"I-I can't help it…" His eyes drop to your lips. "You tasted so good."
A breathy chuckle escapes you, quiet and fond. But to Jake's ears, he's already hearing the wedding bells chime.
And suddenly the humiliation twisting in his chest eases into something warmer when you climb into his lap again, turning slowly until your back presses against his chest.
The exact same position. That fucking position in the car that has his mind on an endless frenzy that he thinks he was genuinely getting crazy.
Jake goes completely still beneath you.
“Oh,” you whisper, settling against him deliberately. “Now you’re quiet again?”
His hands hover uncertainly near your hips, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you.
“You’re mean,” he mumbles weakly against your shoulder. You laugh, one hand patting his hair as the other one aligning his neglected cock on your entrance.
"But I know you like it, Jaeyunnie."
At the same time you presses on the nickname, you sink onto his cock slowly, letting the bulbous head of his length spear you open.
The both of you moan simultaneously. Jake's hands find puchase on your waist, trying his best to stop from manhandling you to just fucking bounce on his dick and letting you adjust. You, on the other hand, let the stretch burn, your walls spasming to accommodate his length.
"S-So big," you stutter, taking him inch by inch. Jake drops his head on your shoulder, his own breathing ragged. "So—full—"
When he finally fits inside you to the brim, you let out a long, drawn-out moan. He fills you up so good that you can feel every vein against your walls, every pulse kissing your insides. It's a dizzying experience that prompts you to start moving your hips.
Jake’s fingers dig into your waist, trembling.
Not because he wants to stop you.
Because he’s trying so hard not to lose himself completely.
The position alone is enough to send him spiraling—your back against his chest, your body in his lap exactly like the car ride, except now there’s no seatbelt digging into his side, no boys teasing from the front seat, no restraint left between the two of you.
Just you and him.
And the devastating realisation that you wanted him too.
Jake lets out a broken sound against your shoulder when you move again, his forehead falling against your skin. His entire body feels feverish, overwhelmed by too much sensation and too many emotions crashing into him at once.
"Wasn't this what got you so hard, Jaeyunnie?" You pant between breathless moans. "Me in your lap, bouncing on your cock like this?"
"Ngh—" A strangled noise escapes his throat. Jake watches with bated breath as your hands find the clasp of your bra and finally let the two soft mounds free. Now, he badly wants you to turn around, eager to relive the scene of your bouncy breasts in Jay's car.
"Did you not—ah—crave this?"
You arch your back, pleasure tingling every nerves as his cock drags against your walls. Jake feels his dick throb inside your hole, the same position that ruined him now had him completely at your mercy.
"S-So tight," he whimpers, mouth falling open at the way you clench around his cock and roll your hips. "S-So fucking tight, Y/N, fuck."
Jake clings onto you desperately, bucking his hips to chase your movement. But you hold down a firm hand on his thigh, completely in charge.
"Don't," you warn, grinding down on him in a way that makes your ass ripple. "Or I'll get up and leave."
Jake freezes instantly.
The warning slices straight through him, sharp and effective. His hands tighten on your waist, but he forces his hips back against the mattress despite every instinct screaming at him to chase you harder.
“O-Okay,” he breathes quickly. “Okay. Sorry.”
God, he sounds wrecked.
You can feel the way his thighs tremble beneath yours, the strain in his breathing every time you move your hips slowly against him. Jake drops his forehead between your shoulder blades with a weak groan, like simply holding himself back is physically painful.
"I'm still mad at you," you murmur. You roll your hips again, faster this time, and Jake nearly whimpers into your shoulder. His jaw clenches so hard he might pop a vessel.
"Are you sure you're not the one—" you moan, your thighs burning from how fast you're exerting yourself. The wet sound of skin hitting skin starts getting louder the harder you slam down your hips. "The one who's being—mean?"
Jake sobs into your skin, half-regretting, half-dizzy. The tight heat of your cunt pulses and flutters around his dick and he genuinely feels horrible for only thinking using his other head now.
Even so, he still manages to apologise again. "I'm s-sorry—"
You clench around him on purpose. Jake digs his nails deeper. "Fuck—"
"Stop fucking apologising," you seethe, voice trembling as you feel your release getting near. "Delete her number or I'll sit in Sunghoon's lap when we get back to Seoul."
There's no bite in your threat. It's just a spur-of-the-moment kind of things, one that you say just to rile him up.
But Jake takes your words like a verdict. He snakes an arm around your waist, lips worshipping your skin in desperate, wet kisses.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, darling," he begs, tears clinging to his lashes. He bites his lips in an attempt to stop himself from moaning because he's so, so close. "I will block her. Fuck—I will delete her number. P-Please don't sit with S-Sunghoon—"
His speech is interrupted by a high-pitched whine. Jake hasn't come all night, he's nothing more than a thread waiting to snap. The moment you bounce harder and faster, the supple skin of your butt jiggling wilder, Jake can feel that he's about to come.
"Y/N—ah—p-puh—lease—" he whimpers, voice scratching at his throat. "'M close, 'm g-gonna cum—"
But he should've known that you're so, so mean.
The moment you lift off his cock, Jake genuinely sobs out loud, thrashing under you.
"No! No, please—" he chokes, hiding his crying face behind his hands, too shattered when his orgasm being denied again. "Please, no—I wanna cum, please."
You turn around and the sight of him—red-faced, wet cheeks, lips trembling—it softens your heart. You quickly pull his wrists and rest his hands on your hips, your own cupping his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, baby," you shush him, blowing kisses to the tip of his nose as you take him again. Jake whimpers quietly. "I'm so sorry—I'll let you cum this time, hm?"
Jake weakly nods, then lets out a soft moan at the familiar feeling of your walls enveloping him. You move again, already sore, but you no longer have it in you to torture your poor, poor Jaeyun. This time, you immediately begin with a fast pace, giving him a show of your tits bouncing with every thrust.
"Ah—fuck—Jaeyunnie—" you bite your lips, expression so erotic that it has the brown-haired boy drooling. "Glasses—like you better with glasses."
Jake is too dazed to register your words, so you pick the glasses on your own and put them on him. And there he is—your sweet, sweet boy, your Jaeyunnie that you adore so much, your Jaeyun that thinks it's bad for wanting you this much.
"S-So—handsome, Jaeyunnie," you roll your hips, chest arching into his face. "My nerdy boy, you're mine, hm?"
Jake physically cannot take it anymore. The sight of you on top of him, bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it, putting on his glasses and calling him yours—it's too much for Sim Jaeyun who's never been given this kind of attention and affection.
Especially from you.
His lips move, but you can barely hear him.
"Hm? What did you say?"
"I said I'm sorry, Y/N," his nails dig into your waist. "I'm so fucking sorry, please don't be mad at me."
Your brows furrow in confusion, but before you know it, Jake is already flipping you around, changing your position in one swift movement. You have half a second to gain your breath before the boy hovering over you pulls you closer by your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulders.
"I'm s-sorry," Jake stutters, slipping his dick back into your cunt and starts thrusting fast. "I-I can't hold it anymore."
Despite the showcase of his strength, Jake looks absolutely ruined. There's a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but from the pace he's railing you, you know that his lust ovverrides whatever little guilt he has.
Soon enough, the air smells so thickly of sex. The sound of his balls slapping your ass, accompanied by your high-pitched moans and his groans are the only one filling up the space, to the point that you're sure one of the boys must've heard you.
It's so hot and filthy that Jake's glasses are all fogged up again. His grip on your waist is now leaving bruises, but you don't care because all you can think of is Jake, Jake's big cock, Jake's stupid glasses and just Jake, Jake, Jake.
"F-f-f-fuck," he exhales shakily, splitting you open with his cock. "I-I'm so—close—"
You thrash around, fisting the sheets until it tears from the force of your nails. "Jaeyun—" you gasp when he keeps abusing that spot that has you seeing stars. "Oh, fuck—Jaeyun—harder—"
Jake leans forward, straining his arms on either side of your head. His glasses slide down his slick nose slightly when he bends down to capture your lips in his thick ones. You both moan into the kiss, finally getting the taste of each other, tongues already clashing for more.
Jake licks into your mouth, hips never faltering, and sucks on your bottom lip. You whimper, the sensation becoming too much until you're just breathing against his lips, all heat and teeth and saliva. Jake groans.
"I-I'm gonna—cum—" he gasps against your mouth, face scrunching in pleasure when you clench around him. "O-Oh my fucking God, Y/N, fuck—please let me cum inside."
His hands find your waist again, thrusting harder than before. His head drops to your shoulder as he begs, again and again.
"P-Please let me cum inside, please," he whimpers, voice needy and whiny. "Please—I'm gonna—I wanna—"
"Just cum," you moan when his teeth scrape against your skin. "Jae—Jaeyunnie—"
Jake groans. With last few, deliberate thrusts, he finally cums—a full-body orgasm that has him shuddering, his cock spurting out rope after thick rope of his release, painting your walls white.
You follow him just a second after, vision blurring for a moment as your second orgasm rips through your body. Your mouth falls open on a silent scream, eyes rolling back from how delicious your climax is.
Jake takes a long moment breathing into your ear, grinding his hips slowly before he's finally pulling out. He hisses as he drags out his cock, careful not to overstimulate you, and watches in awe as white fluid flowing out of your pulsing cunt.
"Oh my fucking God."
You breathe out a laugh, sounding breathless and disbelieving. Seeing Jake sitting still by your legs, you open your arms toward him.
"C'mere, Jaeyunnie. Let's cuddle for a moment before washing up—I'm too sore to walk."
Jake perks up at that. Gone is the hungry, lust-driven boy a few moments ago, now replaced with the shy, kicked puppy holding his tail between his legs.
"Cuddle?" he echoes, unsure. "Are you not mad at me?"
"I could never be mad at you for too long," you reply, giving him a reassuring smile.
It gives Jake a flicker of hope. He scoots closer, still cautious and observing, like approaching a scared animal.
"But I avoided you…"
You drop your arms and pretend to think, making a show of tapping your chin with a finger.
"You're right. You were mean for that. Why don't you carry me to the bathroom and clean me up so we can cuddle afterwards?"
Hearing that, Jake finally relaxes, his tight muscles loosening. With an eager smile, he scoops an arm under your knees and your back, and then lifts you up easily as if you weigh nothing.
"Your wish is my command, my princess."
The next morning, you receive knowing looks from the boys. There are lingering stares on your neck from where Jake was mauling your skin last night, but you have no problem showing them off.
Jake, on the other hand, is on the edge of another breakdown.
"So, Jake," Jay starts, already planning a mischievous teasing inside his head. "How did it feel like to get railed—"
"I did not get railed!" he squeaks, ears blushing red. "I-I was the one who railed her! Right, Y/N?"
There's a laugh bubbling inside your chest as you watch Jake squirm under the relentless teasing of his friends. It felt good to be the one in charge, but after that display of strength and the way he manhandled you last night?
You don't mind having him on top of you.
But the both of you know who's truly in charge.
And if you choose to sit in his lap again, this time grinding and shifting on purpose that he gets hard until the car reaches Seoul, nobody has to know that.
( #SNEAK DISSERS? THATS THAT SHI I DONT LIKE ) PART ONE ──── when your ex's girlfriend is getting too comfortable sneak dissing you on public platforms, you and your bsf decide to take matters into your own hands
# MARTIN EDWARDS × FEM!READER ( fluff & humor ) &&. EX!JUHOON JUHOON'S UNNAMED GF BSF!WONHEE ACADEMIC!AU (implied college solely because wonhee lives in a dorm) reader tutors martin !!! martin & juhoon's current gf have a link 🤫 but I can't spoil that read the fic to find out
( 𝓀aikai. ) PART TWO SOON ^•^ title a reference to the chief keef song lolll umm 😴 HIIIIIIII HELLOOOOO BOYSSS WHO MISSED MEEEEEE wow how long has it been since I uploaded a fic 😭😭 I'm still in the week before my finals start but I had an INSANE rush of inspo and you know how I am 😹😹 this is my last chance to post a fic while I'm still 19 so 😭 I wanted to make a special drop since my bday soon, I've been hella mia AND I missed you guys so much 😭 please catch me up y'all how have you guys been? I hope this is funny and I haven't lost my charm 😭😭😭
𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔: public(ish) sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), cum in v, squirting, finger sucking, slightly sub ohyul, car sex
!! 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 !!
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔: feel good - clara la san, hotel - montell fish, if u think im pretty - artemas
⋆. 𐙚 📸˚ ༘🚕 ೀ⋆💸｡˚
chandeliers decorated the ceilings of the hall, diamonds and sparkly silvers dangling upon them. smells of fresh pastries and champagne coated the walls of the palace. luxury bags, shoes and accessories were a common appearance at the gathering. each guest, wether they be a plus one or not, was covered head to toe in luxurious fashions.
ohyul wore a simple black suit and tie, slightly loose from how he’d forgotten to tighten it.
y/n wore a matching black givenchy dress with a thigh slit and a neckline that highlighted her cleavage. a confidence boost for herself and a treat for ohyul.
the couple were there only for y/n’s parents. they hosted this event as a way to show off their billionth home they’d bought and an attempt to beg their daughter to love them.
it never worked on y/n and never would. she went for the money her parents would bribe her with and, of course, the food. she brought ohyul as a rebellious act. her parents hated him because he made y/n aware. aware of the abuse in the household and toxicity of it all.
“what’s the time?” y/n muttered in ohyul’s ear, her head resting on his shoulder. the corner of the tablecloth tickled her ankle as they sat at an open table towards the back of the hall.
it was so overwhelming, all the people and the pressure of y/n’s parents. she hated it. she hated these fuckass parties.
“12:36” ohyul hummed, his hand soothingly rubbing the inside of her thigh. he looked down at the girl and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “we can go if you want to. just let your parents know.”
“yeah but they’ll get all bitchy with me and pissed that i left before it ended.” y/n explained and looked up at ohyul. she puckered her lips for a kiss, craving affection at such a vulnerable moment.
ohyul pecked her lips gently before pulling away slightly.
“why don’t we just go? we can get one of the uber’s out front?” ohyul suggested, one hand stroking y/n’s flushed cheek.
y/n’s eyes sparkled and she sat up, lifting her leg off the other.
“quick.” she smirked and stood up, pulling ohyul with her.
the pair slyly slid out of the hall through the back exit and snook to the front of the grand palace. a dozen of uber’s were parked out front, waiting for whichever rich passenger to enter and overpay them a ton.
ohyul went to the nearest one and hopped in the back, y/n sliding along the leather seats next to him.
“y/n’s home please.” ohyul said through the glass slide, shutting it closed after.
y/n rested her legs over his thighs and looked up at her man, hand gently gripping the bottom of his chin.
she adored ohyul so much, he treated her so well and so much better than she thought she ever deserved.
“i love you.” she whispered, her lipstick still tacky from before.
ohyul smiled and leaned in to kiss her. he pressed his lips against y/n’s, parting hers with his silky tongue. sliding it inside, he explored her mouth as one hand rested against her cheek.
saliva knotted together as their desperation grew stronger.
y/n swung her legs off him and pushed her chest into his. she began to get sloppy with it, teeth grazing his peachy lips and hands exploring further.
her nails scratched down the exposed part of his chest and under the button shirt. each ab slid under her fingertips perfectly, turning y/n on more than ever. she was a massive sucker for a good body.
ohyul pressed his spare arm against the window, the other around y/n’s waist for support. he slowly pulled away from the kiss, panting like a dog. “back here? seriously?” he whispered, very aware of the taxi driver but his hand inching closer to her ass like he wanted it.
y/n nodded and blinked at him through her eyelashes. she slithered down onto the floor of the taxi and looked up at him. “it’s a smooth road.” she smiled and unbuckled ohyul’s belt teasingly.
ohyul let out a gasp and bit the corner of his lip in immediate pleasure. he watched her every move with desire roaring through him.
y/n took his belt fully off and threw it to the side. unbuttoning his dress pants, she slid them down to his ankles.
ohyul’s very obvious boner stood in his boxers like a stone statue.
y/n looked up at him, biting her lip seductively. she rolled the boxers down painfully slow, ohyul quietly whimpering for her.
“please hurry baby..” he whined, hips lifting into her touch.
she shoved his hips back down and stared into ohyul’s brown eyes. “patience baby.” y/n smiled as if she wasn’t putting the boy through torture.
ohyul nodded and carefully watched her through hooded eyes. every part of his body was sensitive and tingling with pleasure.
she pulled his boxers down and looked up at him. y/n held the base of his dick and gave it a couple pumps.
a soft moan escaped ohyul’s lips.
they forgot about the taxi driver, the fact they were in a car and where the fuck they were going.
“needy boy.” she hummed and kitten licked ohyul’s tip. each lick earnt a whimper from ohyul.
eventually, y/n took the top 5 inches in her mouth, her hand still pumping the base.
ohyul’s toes curled inwards as his hand left condensed marks on the window. “baby..” he moaned, head pressed against the headrest.
y/n picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down, slobbering like a rabid animal all over his cock.
the taxi hit a pothole, causing ohyul’s dick to hit the back of y/n’s throat.
she gagged, her eyes watering from the sudden shock.
ohyul let out a load moan before covering his mouth to silence himself and cause an uncomfortable look from the taxi driver.
y/n continued bobbing, her hair flowing down her flushed cheeks and forehead.
ohyul grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it back. he was ever so close to just cumming straight down her throat and coating her in his seed. “babe.. im about to cum..”
y/n popped her mouth off his dick, licking her lips of pre-cum and saliva. “not yet.” she muttered and got up off her knees. her legs straddled ohyul’s lap possessively.
“you’re so fucking needy baby.” she whispered into ohyul’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. she pulled her thong to the side and lifted her dress to sit at her hips.
“jesus..” ohyul whispered, hands reaching out to stroke her freshly soaked kitty.
y/n grabbed his hand and shook her head. “na ah.”
ohyul smirked and looked at her through hooded eyes. “you’re such a fucking tease.”
“i know.” y/n smirked and carefully lowered herself onto his dick. she bit back a moan, small grunts forming instead.
they adjusted to each other before y/n began to roll her hips with rhythm.
her jaw dropped open, the pleasure being more than she’s ever experienced. wether it was down to where they were or just ohyul, y/n felt a rush of adrenaline.
she began bouncing on his cock, her hands using his shoulders as support.
“fuck yeah baby.” he groaned, both hands on her ass. ohyul kneaded the balls of fat like dough, enjoying every second.
y/n brushed her hair back and looked down at ohyul. her back arched as his dick hit the right spots. her moans were silent but dominating.
ohyul shoved two fingers in her mouth. “suck them like a good girl.” he groaned, hips thrusting to meet her thighs.
y/n kept her eyes on ohyul as she deep throated his fingers. her spit dribbled down to his wrist and coated each wrinkle and imperfect crevice of his palm.
“you’re so tight...” he whined, his head thrown back. trailing his fingers down her body, ohyul teased y/n’s clit by flicking it.
“shit.” y/n groaned, her head on his shoulder. her hips bounced harder as she felt the overwhelming sensation of her orgasm hitting.
“i think im gonna squirt.” y/n muttered against ohyul’s shoulder, her hands clawing at his sides.
“do it..” ohyul groaned, his hands guiding her along his cock, “squirt for me baby.”
y/n couldn’t resist; his voice, his scrunched up face, everything was driving her to the limit.
her squirt splashed over his thighs and the crotch of his dress pants like a water fountain.
ohyul felt the liquid hit his flesh, which was more than enough for him to shoot a load of seed inside her. he contained his groan through a rough kiss, teeth clashing and lips overriding one another.
the two of them didn’t care for the mess. the sex made up for it.
“we’re here…” the taxi driver muttered, eyes glued to the steering wheel.
⛥ k. ryul x reader
&&. est. relationship. fluff. ohyul vers. ryul makes quite the sight on the rare occasion he actually wears his glasses...
all content is purely fictional !
“you’re staring.” ryul’s eyes don’t leave the screen he’s working on but he smirks when he says it.
“i’m allowed to stare at my boyfriend,” you reply easily, grin widening as you clutch the pillow closer to your chest. you’ve long abandoned the switch in your lap, the soft video game music playing idly as your gaze roams ryul’s side-profile.
“i wasn’t complaining,” he answers with a chuckle, fingers flying swiftly across the keyboard as he resumes his work without falter.
“good.” you smile, gaze unbreaking, waiting for him to say something else. he works in silence for another few minutes before he gestures to the abandoned switch in front of you.
“you know, your villagers are probably going to die.”
“they’ll survive,” you reply, hiding your ever-growing smile into the pillow.
he clutches at his heart dramatically. “you would let them suffer just to stare at your hot boyfriend?”
your laugh softens the teasing edge in his crooked smile. he leans back in his chair, gaze finally meeting yours. the glare of his computer screen reflects off the lenses of the narrow glasses perched on the edge of his nose, but you can still see how his dark eyes go soft when he looks at you. the feeling sits warm in your chest.
he wheels his chair back just a bit, large hands patting his lap invitingly. “you want a closer view?”
you giggle as you slide off the plush mattress of the hotel bed, abandoning the pillow to climb comfortably into ryul’s lap, his legs steady under yours. the soft hum of a backing track loops on repeat, his work faded to background insignificance as the two of you sit, eye to eye, grinning stupidly at each other. if the others saw you, they’d call it corny, but neither of you care.
ryul’s arms are warm and steady around you, keeping you seated on him. you lift your hands to cradle his face between them, feeling his cheekbones under your fingers when his smile only widens.
“like what you see?” he teases. you pinch his cheek lightly.
“always.” you trace the narrow frames of his glasses gently, careful not to disturb them on his face. “you should wear these more often.”
he wrinkles his nose. “you think?”
“mhm.”
“they’re annoying.”
“but you look hot.”
“well in that case,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you a little, pulling another laugh out of you. “maybe i will.”
“plus, you’d be less blind,” you add.
you laugh again, bordering on a shriek this time, when his hands snake under your shirt to pinch your skin softly. “stop that!”
“it’s rude to insult the blind,” he replies smugly, pulling you tighter against him. you muffle your giggles into the neck of his hoodie, arms curling around his shoulders as you settle against him, content to sit in silence as he works.
glasses ryul makes me crazy. i was so tempted to make poly glasses!2yul x reader but have this for now. also do yk how much work it took to make that icon from a low quality screenshot 😭💔
we all know jo loves chocolate, right? what if toxic!reader has been a little fed up with jo’s usual calm and innocent demeanour and so she gives him chocolate aphrodisiacs without him knowing just so he’d be more rough and touchy with her
Words. 1.9k | warnings. Unprotected sex, overstimulation, dubcon (read ask), Tabs chocolate mention, creampies, brief face+clit slapping, name calling (whore/slut), not proofread/edited | a/n. Uhh not sure if I put enough toxic!reader in here ?? Not really toxic besides giving him nonconsensual sex chocolates. Sowwy |
Jo couldn’t figure out why he was feeling like this.
Why was he suddenly so needy? Why is he sweating? Why is he so hard?
He really couldn’t understand, where did this sudden need to be in you come from? You both ate the same thing today, same snacks, same meal, and he’s only drank water today. Was it the chocolate you gave him? No, cause you would’ve been the same way. But it was the last thing he ate. But you’re so unaffected, lying beside him in bed reading a book with your back towards him. He just couldn’t understand.
But you did. You completely understood why. The chocolate you gave him wasn’t just any chocolate, it was a tabs chocolate. You didn’t expect it to work, mainly thinking it was taboo from the stories you’ve heard online as you fed him a triangle of it, saving the other half. While you cut a regular chocolate bar the same shape to make him not think anything of it. But as you feel him squirm around in the bed, tossing and turning, you realize this was not taboo. And god were you excited. A part of you felt bad, but you only did this because he just simply couldn’t get the hint that you were tired of slow and ‘vanilla’ sex. When you did talk to him, he just couldn’t do it, it just wasn’t the type of person he was.
“Y-y/n,” Jo whimpers out softly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. The fully hard bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, slowly but harshly grinding into you. “Are you a-almost done?”
You couldn’t help as excitement ran down your body, a smile growing on your lips as you pressed back against him slightly, “Why? Do you need something baby?”
It’s silent. All he could do is whine as bury his face further into your neck, lips attacking your skin as he licks, sucks, and bites. His hips start thrusting into your ass, not caring if he seemed like a dog in heat; he just needed to come. Badly.
You can’t help the moans that fall out of your lips as he moans loudly near your ear, his hands gripping you tightly as he pulls you back onto his clothed cock, grinding against you with need and want.
“J-jo,” you stutter out, hips twitching back into him. A loud, deep moan falls from his mouth. His hips stilling and twitching as he cums in his pants, still hard as ever.
You gasp, feeling the sticky fluid seep through his pants and your shorts.
He grabs the book out of your hand, tossing it onto the floor before sitting up and forcing you onto your back. He settles himself between your legs.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters, no true emotions behind his words. Jo’s hands are clumsy taking off his shirt sweatpants and underwear. He’s quick to do the same to you, leaving you both completely nude in the blink of an eye.
“I need you, now.”
You couldn’t even process anything he said before he hovered over you, lips crashing into yours desperately. His hips rutted his erection on your pussy, his tip poking your clit with each messy thrust of his. He’s moaning like an animal; your skin, lips, everything of yours was too much for him.
Finally, he breaks from the kiss. Only to wrap his lips around one of your nipples while his hand goes in between your bodies, guiding his tip to your entrance as your hand comes up to his hair. You moan loudly as he enters you, a similar moan coming from him only this time it’s muffled by the tit in his mouth. A string of saliva connects you both as he comes up. His hips continue thrusting into you roughly, not giving you any time to adjust.
“Holy fuck Jo,” You cry out, your hands going to his back to dig your nails into him out of pleasure and pain. “Fuck oh my god!”
A hiss falls out of his mouth at the pain, his hips stuttering slightly before continuing at a sloppy pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pain of the stretch of him being too much. Jo sits up on his knees, thrusting into you even harder with one hand gripping your hip while his other hand comes to tap on your cheek. Your eyes open, as he slides two fingers into your mouth. You immediately start sucking on them, your tongue swirling around each of them while you moan around them.
“Oh f-fuck,” Jo groans out at the sight of your hooded eyes and lips wrapped around his fingers. Saliva spills from the ends of your mouth as you messily tongue at them. “You look so fucking hot like this.”
He takes his fingers out of your mouth, watching the way your mouth drops open, releasing the loudest and most pornographic moans he’s ever heard as his hand comes down to rub quick circles on your clit. Your hands grip the sheets next to you as your back arches up into the air. His hips pistol into you as you try to squirm away from him, the pleasure becoming too much for you.
“Stay still,” Jo growls out, slapping the side of your thigh before pulling your bottom half flush against his. His arm pins your waist down against the mattress.
Your pussy flutters around him tightly as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, Jo’s moans coming out even more broken as his hips begin to twitch.
“Fuck I’m so sorry y/n,” He moans, his hand quickly grips your thigh, tossing your leg over his shoulder before leaning down. You let out a yelp at the sudden movement before it’s quickly replaced with a moan. The new angle allowed him to hit deeper in you, loud moans falling from your mouth as groans and whines fell from his. “I’m gonna cum, please tell me you’re close y/n.”
“Y-yes! I’m so close Jo,” You cry out as your back arches off of the sheets. “Please don’t stop.”
He leans down, smashing his lips onto yours as he sloppily kisses you. Panting against your lips, he forces his tongue into your mouth, roaming every spot he can touch as he whispers out dirty words mindlessly. It all became too much for you; the messy kisses, the feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, his rough fingers on your clit, and the stretch from maneuvering you however he wants.
You moan loudly against his mouth, a scream of his name practically coming out as you clench around him tightly. The delicious squeeze and feeling of your cunt righting around him becomes too much for him as well; his hips thrusting into you once more harshly as he stills and cums inside. A groan of your name falls from his mouth as his other hand that’s holding your leg up squeezes around your leg tightly, digging his dull nails into your skin.
He doesn’t give you enough time to come down from your high before he pulls out and flips you over. Grabbing your hips and positioning them high in the air, one staying at your hip while the other travels further and pushes the side of your face into the pillow roughly. Jo enters you again, a sob falling out of your mouth as you try to move away only to receive a slap on your ass.
“Now you don’t want it?” He chuckles, his voice raspier than ever. “You were practically begging for it earlier. Prancing around in those skimpy shorts and no bra on.”
You clench around him as you whine at his words, desperately pushing your hips back onto him before pulling away. Your own body conflicted on wanting more and wanting to get away due to overstimulation. You’re drooling all over the sheets and your eyes are shut tightly, your hand reaching behind you and wrapping your fingers around the wrist holding your hip; digging your nails into him as he continues thrusting into you. Your other hand grips the pillow tightly, hips rocking back and forth weakly against him as you continue to cry out.
“Fuck,” He drags out, enjoying the feeling of your throbbing cunt sucking him in and pushing him out, chasing after him each time he pulls only to thrust back in. “Starting to think you did all of this on, ah, p-purpose.”
You nod your head dumbly against the sheets, your noises getting louder and more broken. His hand sneaks down to the front of your throat, wrapping his hand around it before harshly pulling you up. Your back flush against his front, resting your head on his shoulder before he nudges it to the side. His mouth biting and sucking harshly, making sure to leave marks as he grinds and growls against your skin. You’re lightheaded as he tightens his grip around your neck, and your pussy clenches around him tightly making him curse loudly.
“Of course, you like this you dirty slut?” He whispers out, his voice is raspy probably due to all the noises he’s letting out as he tightens his grip. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, haven't you? Waiting for the day I snap and fuck you like the slut you are?”
“Yes, oh my god-“ A moan cutting off your own words as your hand goes into his hair, pushing his face further into your neck into your neck as you tangle your fingers in it. “Waited so long Jo!”
His other hand comes down to your swollen clit again, his hand rubbing it side to side quickly as your body twitches against him.
“Holy shit y/n,” He exhales near your ear, his breath tickling you as you squirm against him. “Love the feeling of you wrapped around me. Gonna cum in your dirty little pussy.”
“Please- fill me up,” You whine, his grinding against his cock and fingers, the tight feeling in your stomach returning as quickly as it left while he continues his movements. “Wanna be full of you and only you.”
Your mouth drops open, a broken cry forcing its way out as tears begin to run down your face, your clit throbbing in pain as you cum around him again. Jo follows behind you, thrusting up into you as he fills you up with his cum again. The warm feeling makes its way all over your body, like drinking a hot drink on a cold day; forcing a sigh to release from your lips as you relax against him. You feel a mixture of his and your cum falling out of you and down your legs.
Jo releases his hand around your throat, slapping your clit twice, your whole body twitching as he pulls out. Your vision is blurry and delayed as you watch him lay back on the bed, the base of his cock wrapped in a white ring with a mixture of cum. His cock is still hard as ever and leaking as he pulls you towards him, your face hovering over his as he forces you to sink down on him again.
Now you finally realize, you did underestimate and doubt those damn chocolates. Regret fills your body as he opens his mouth again to speak.
Hand coming up to give you two soft slaps on your cheek, “Better get ready, because you’re gonna ride me and then I’m gonna eat you out.”
ෆ ･ 𝓢YNOPSIS: jo is a quiet, shy art student, lost in sketches and ceramics. you can’t help teasing him, brushing his hands, and testing his obedience. he’s shy, sensitive, but he trusts you more with every touch. ෆ ･ 𝓦/𝓒: 3272
ෆ ･ 𝓜.LIST! & 𝓣AGLIST!
the art building wakes up before the rest of campus.
the halls still echo a little, footsteps too loud against concrete floors, sunlight barely stretching through tall north-facing windows. jo likes it this way. early means quiet. quiet means he can breathe.
he’s already there when most people are still asleep, sketchbook open, pencil moving in soft, practiced strokes. hands, mostly. always hands. he draws them like they’re something sacred. curved fingers, careful tension, the way palms tell stories without words.
he doesn’t notice you at first.
you’re leaning against the doorway, watching him with your arms crossed, expression unreadable. the kind of presence people feel before they see. someone passes behind you. one of the football guys, loud even this early.
“damn, you’re fine, you—”
you: “no.”
just one word. calm. effortless. he stops talking immediately. jo’s pencil pauses when the room goes quiet again. he looks up, eyes wide, startled like he’s been caught doing something private.
j: “oh—hi. sorry, i didn’t hear you.”
you step inside, heels clicking softly, gaze drifting from his face to his sketchbook.
you: “you’re here early.”
j: “i, um… yeah. i like the light better.”
you hum, leaning over slightly to look closer.
you: “you draw hands a lot.”
his ears turn pink.
j: “they’re expressive.”
you: “they’re honest.”
that makes him look at you. really look. you sit on the edge of the table beside him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, knee brushing his leg. he stiffens but doesn’t move away.
j: “do you… need something?”
you smile, small and unreadable.
you: “just wanted to see what you were working on.”
your fingers hover near the page, not touching. he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. the pencil starts moving again.
and for the first time in a long time, jo doesn’t mind being watched. by the end of the week, jo starts expecting you. it’s subtle at first. the way he glances toward the doorway when he sits down. the way he listens for footsteps that don’t rush or hesitate.
you show up between classes, always unhurried. sometimes with a coffee you don’t offer him. sometimes with nothing at all, just your presence filling the room. he pretends it doesn’t affect him. it does. today you drop into the chair across from him, chin resting in your palm as he sketches.
you: “you always get that look when you’re concentrating.”
his pencil stutters.
j: “what look?”
you: “like you’d do anything if someone told you how.”
he swallows.
j: “i’m just… focusing.”
you lean forward, elbows on the table.
you: “you’re really good at it.”
praise lands harder than teasing. he ducks his head, ears warming.
j: “thank you.”
the room fills with quiet again, broken only by the sound of graphite on paper. jo relaxes into it, until you shift closer, your knee brushing his this time on purpose. he tenses. doesn’t pull away.
you: “sorry.”
he shakes his head quickly.
j: “it’s okay.”
it feels like permission. outside, raised voices drift through the open window. laughter. someone shouting his name. one of the guys from ceramics class, loud and careless. jo’s shoulders curl in instinctively. you glance toward the window, unimpressed.
you: “they always this annoying?”
j: “kind of.”
you: “you don’t have to talk to them, you know.”
he blinks at that.
j: “i don’t want to be rude.”
you smile, slow and knowing.
you: “you’re not rude. you’re just quiet.”
he risks a look at you then.
j: “you don’t mind?”
you: “no.”
you reach out, briefly covering his hand on the pencil. just a second. grounding. intentional.
you: “i like that you don’t talk much.”
his breath catches. later, when you finally leave, jo realizes something unsettling. his sketchbook is open to a page he doesn’t remember starting. it’s you. not detailed. not perfect. but unmistakably yours. and he doesn’t erase it. jo learns things about you without meaning to.
it’s hard not to, when people talk the way they do. your name travels faster than you do, carried in half-whispers and exaggerated stories. untouched. unbothered. impossible. the kind of girl people try once and never again. he sees it play out in real time outside the student union. he’s sitting on a bench, sketchbook open but forgotten, when a group of guys pass you. one of them peels off, confidence loud and unearned.
“you should let me take you out sometime.”
you don’t even slow down.
you: “i’m good.”
“c’mon, i’m just asking—”
you stop walking. turn just enough to look at him.
you: “and i already answered.”
something about your tone shuts him up. he mutters something under his breath and backs off, embarrassed in front of his friends. jo watches, stunned. when you spot him, your expression softens immediately. you walk over like the shift is instinctive.
you: “hey.”
j: “hi.”
he hesitates, then gestures vaguely.
j: “does that… happen a lot?”
you shrug, sitting beside him.
you: “more than i’d like.”
j: “i don’t get why they think they can just—”
you: “because they think i owe them something.”
you glance at his sketchbook.
you: “i don’t.”
that settles something in his chest. a group of girls walk past, eyes flicking between the two of you. whispers follow. jo feels suddenly self-conscious, aware of how close you’re sitting, how your shoulder brushes his.
j: “people are staring.”
you: “let them.”
you shift closer, deliberate.
you: “they’re not the ones i’m here with.”
his face warms, heart tripping over itself.
j: “why… me?”
you look at him then, really look.
you: “because you’re gentle.”
your fingers tap his knee once, light but grounding.
you: “and you don’t expect anything from me.”
he swallows, nodding.
j: “i like that you choose me.”
you smile, small and real.
you: “good.”
and for the first time, jo sits a little straighter beside you, sketchbook forgotten, letting the world see what you’ve already decided. it starts with convenience. that’s what jo tells himself, anyway.
the art building couches are old and sunken, placed too close together like someone wanted people to sit wrong on purpose. when you drop down beside him, there isn’t enough space not to touch.
your thigh presses into his. steady. warm. he freezes. waits for you to move. you don’t.
you: “you okay?”
j: “y-yeah.”
he means it, too. his body just hasn’t caught up yet. you lean back, stretching your arms over the back of the couch. relaxed. unguarded. like this is normal. like he is normal. after a few minutes, you shift without warning and sit sideways, one leg draped easily over his lap. casual. unthinking. devastating. jo’s breath stutters.
j: “i—”
you: “is this too much?”
he shakes his head quickly.
j: “no. i mean—no, it’s okay.”
your weight settles. grounding. your hand rests briefly on his shoulder, thumb brushing once, absentminded. he melts. later, it flips. you tug him down gently by the sleeve, until he’s half-sitting on your lap instead. he’s stiff at first, posture awkward, hands hovering uselessly.
you: “relax.”
your hands guide him, firm but gentle, settling him where you want him. his body listens before his brain does. he exhales, shaky.
j: “i don’t usually… do this.”
you: “i know.”
your tone is soft. understanding.
you: “you’re doing great.”
that does something to him. his shoulders drop. his head tips forward, resting briefly against your collarbone like it belongs there. he makes a small sound before he can stop himself; embarrassed, needy.
j: “s-sorry.”
you: “don’t apologize.”
your fingers slide through his hair once, slow and deliberate.
you: “i like when you let yourself be held.”
he nods, cheeks burning, hands clutching lightly at your jacket like he’s afraid of falling. when he finally pulls away, he looks dazed. softer. changed. and when you stand, he reaches for your wrist without thinking. just for a second. you look down at him, smiling.
you: “yeah?”
j: “…nothing.”
you squeeze his hand anyway before letting go. jo spends the rest of the day feeling like something has shifted. like he’s crossed a line he doesn’t want to uncross. it happens after hours.
the art building is quieter than usual, lights dimmed, the air cooler. jo stays late to clean brushes he doesn’t need to clean, to wipe down tables already spotless. anything to keep his hands busy. you notice.
you: “you’re stalling.”
he startles, glancing up from the sink.
j: “i just—wanted to finish up.”
you step closer, leaning against the counter beside him.
you: “you always do that when you’re nervous.”
his shoulders tense.
j: “i’m not—”
he stops. exhales.
j: “okay. maybe a little.”
you don’t tease him this time.
you: “talk to me.”
he hesitates, fingers twisting in the hem of his hoodie.
j: “i don’t really… know what i’m doing. with this.”
you: “with me?”
he nods.
j: “i like you. a lot. and i don’t want to mess it up by being… too much. or not enough.”
the words come out rushed, like he’s afraid they’ll disappear if he doesn’t say them fast enough. you reach out, lifting his chin gently so he has to look at you.
you: “jo.”
your thumb brushes his jaw once, grounding.
you: “you don’t have to perform for me.”
his eyes shine, emotions too close to the surface.
j: “i just want to do things right.”
you: “you are.”
you step closer, closing the space between you until he can feel your warmth.
you: “you listen. you ask. you stop when you’re unsure.”
your forehead rests lightly against his.
you: “that’s not nothing.”
his breath comes shaky.
j: “i don’t have a lot of experience.”
you: “that’s okay.”
firm. certain.
you: “we go at your pace.”
his hands lift hesitantly, hovering at your waist.
you: “you can touch me.”
they settle there like they’ve been waiting for permission. he exhales, shoulders sagging in relief.
j: “thank you.”
you smile, soft and real.
you: “come here.”
you pull him into a slow, careful embrace. nothing rushed. nothing taken. just closeness. just choice.
and when you pull back, the air between you feels charged. fragile. dangerous in the best way. something has been crossed. neither of you wants to go back.
the studio is empty. the sun has gone, and the overhead lights hum softly, casting long shadows across tables and easels. jo is already there, hands busy with a half-finished ceramic piece, but he’s distracted. he knows you’re here before he hears your footsteps.
you: “finally alone.”
he swallows, heart hammering. his pencil hovers over the clay like he might drop it at any second.
j: “i… didn’t expect—”
you: “didn’t expect me to follow?”
j: “i… no, i mean—”
your smile stops him mid-word. the kind of smile that tells him you know exactly what you’re doing. you step closer, close enough for your hands to brush his shoulders. the warmth sends a shiver down his spine.
you: “you’re tense.”
j: “i—i am.”
you laugh softly, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. he flinches a little, but doesn’t move away.
you: “good. i like when you’re nervous around me.”
his ears burn. he drops his gaze to the table, fingers fidgeting, but he doesn’t pull back.
you: “hands.”
his eyes snap up, and you lift one of his, holding it gently in yours. you trace his knuckles, fingertips brushing lightly.
you: “so capable. do you know how good they could be?”
j: “…i… i—”
you: “shh.”
your fingers linger on his jaw, holding him steady as you lean in for a kiss, his lips swollen and parted the second you pull back, chasing more. the studio's dim light catches the sheen of sweat on his skin, his chest heaving under the thin fabric of his shirt. you can see the bulge straining against his pants, his thighs shifting restlessly where he stands before you, close enough that his heat radiates toward you.
you: “on your knees, jo. show me how much you want this.”
he drops without hesitation, knees hitting the cool floor with a soft thud, his hands hovering uncertainly at your hips. his eyes flick up to yours, wide and pleading, that flush creeping down his neck. you nod encouragingly, guiding one of his hands to the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough for him to see the lace of your bra peeking out.
j: “like this?”
his voice is a whisper, fingers trembling as they push the fabric higher, exposing your stomach, then your ribs. you arch into his touch, letting him take his time, his palms sliding up to cup your breasts through the thin material. he squeezes tentatively, thumbs circling the hardening nipples, and you hum in approval, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him close.
you: “yes, just like that. don't stop now.”
he leans in, mouth brushing the edge of your bra before he tugs it down with his teeth, freeing one breast. his tongue darts out, licking a hot stripe over the peak, then closing his lips around it to suck gently. the pull sends sparks down your spine, and you press his head firmer against you, rocking subtly against the air between your legs.
he switches sides, lavishing the other with wet, open-mouthed kisses, his free hand trailing lower, tracing the line of your waistband. you spread your stance a bit wider, inviting him, and he takes the cue, fingers popping the button on your jeans. the zipper drags down slowly, his breath hot against your skin as he peels the denim away, along with your underwear, leaving you bare from the waist down.
j: “... can i taste you?”
you: “not yet. use your fingers first. make me feel good.”
he nods eagerly, one hand steadying on your thigh while the other slips between your legs. his fingertips brush your folds, slick already from the buildup, and he gasps at the wetness coating them. slowly, he parts you, middle finger circling your entrance before pushing inside, the intrusion warm and careful. your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, and he watches your face for every reaction, adding a second finger when you moan softly.
you: “curl them... find that spot.”
he does, twisting his wrist, the pads of his fingers pressing against your inner walls until he grazes the sensitive ridge. your hips buck, pleasure blooming sharp and sweet, and he starts thrusting in earnest—pumping steadily, his thumb finding your clit to rub in tight, uneven circles. the lewd squelch of your arousal fills the quiet space, his arm flexing with each motion, face buried against your stomach as he works you higher.
j: “am i doing it right? you feel so tight... so perfect.”
you: “you're learning fast jojo.”
that fueled him up. his fingers plunging deeper, faster, scissoring to stretch you open while his mouth sucks bruises into your hip. the coil in your core tightens unbearably, your thighs quivering around his shoulders, until it snaps. orgasm ripping through you, pussy pulsing around his digits as you cry out, juices soaking his palm and dripping down his wrist.
he doesn't stop right away, easing you through it with gentler strokes, kissing your trembling skin until you tug him up by the hair. his face is wrecked. lips shiny, eyes dark with need, cock tenting his pants painfully.
j: “please... i need to be inside you. let me in you. i can't wait anymore.”
his plea tumbles out desperate, hands fumbling with his own belt, but he waits for your permission, body taut like a bowstring. you smile, predatory and fond, stepping back to the nearby stool and perching on its edge, legs parting wide.
you: “come here. show me what you've got.”
he shoves his pants down just enough, freeing his cock. thick, veined, tip flushed and weeping pre-cum. he steps between your thighs, gripping the base as he lines up, rubbing the head through your slick folds. with a shared groan, he pushes in, slow at first, your pussy yielding to his girth inch by inch until he's seated fully, balls snug against you.
j: “... so warm. so good.”
you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his ass to urge him on.
you: “move. take me like i taught you.”
he starts thrusting, shallow at first, testing, then building to a steady rhythm—hips snapping forward, cock dragging along your walls with each plunge. you guide his hands to your breasts, showing him how to pinch and twist, and he follows, leaning down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he fucks into you harder. the stool rocks under the force, his grunts mixing with your moans, sweat slicking where your bodies meet. he angles his hips, grinding against your clit on every inward stroke, chasing both your pleasures under your watchful eye.
you: “that's it... deeper. make us both cum.”
he pounds relentlessly now, one hand bracing on the wall behind you, the other stroking your thigh. the pressure rebuilds fast, your second orgasm cresting as his cock throbs inside you. you clench down, pulling him over the edge. he buries himself deep with a broken whimper, cum flooding your pussy in hot pulses, spilling out around him as he shudders.
you hold him close through the aftershocks, praising softly into his ear, bodies entwined in the hazy quiet of the studio, the night far from over.
the studio smells faintly of clay and paint. the lights are dim, just enough to see, but the room feels quieter now. jo sits curled up on the couch, hoodie pulled a little tighter around him, fingers twisting in the fabric. his cheeks are still pink, eyes wide, uncertain.
you: “hey.”
he startles, looks up.
j: “i… i’m sorry.”
you: “for what?”
he swallows, voice small.
j: “for… everything. for being… too sensitive.”
you kneel in front of him, lifting his chin gently so he has to meet your eyes.
you: “jo. look at me.”
he blinks, hesitant.
you: “you didn’t do anything wrong. i wanted you exactly like this. every whimper, every nervous glance. all of it.”
he exhales shakily, shoulders sagging. relief floods his expression.
j: “really?”
you: “really.”
you reach out, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face. your fingers linger on his cheek, thumb tracing lightly.
you: “i like you. like this. like… you.”
his lips part slightly. he leans into your touch without thinking.
j: “…okay.”
you shift so he’s leaning against you, still on the couch, and he melts into your side. your hands rest lightly on his back, rubbing circles, slow and grounding. he nuzzles against your chest, quiet now, but completely present. after a moment, he hesitantly lifts a hand. you catch it in yours, holding it gently.
you: “you’re safe. always.”
he exhales, tiny whimper of contentment.
j: “i… i like being with you.”
you: “i know. i like it too.”
later, he shows you the small sketch he made after everything, quiet but proud. a little smile tugs at your lips as you lift it carefully, setting it somewhere meaningful. you lean back against him, forehead to forehead, and just breathe.
you: “we don’t have to rush anything. we’ll take it slow.”
j: “…slow is good.”
the tension from before lingers, but softer now. heavier with trust. heavier with warmth. and jo realizes, fully, that he’s not just a boy you notice. he’s someone you choose. and that thought is the quietest, strongest kind of intimacy there is.
@snowzxki actually requested this so like all props to them for the idea. i fucking love submissive jojo and this shit literally gave the movie "babygirl" vibes.. also so sorry if i missed a few things i've been mind fucked bc of school.😓
