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Moots game ! Tag your to know them better !

Last song:

Last series/movie:

Last thing I ate:

Last place I go to:

Last video game:

last song: wherever you are by one ok rock

last series/movie: goodmorning call ⊹⁺⸜(ᐡ⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝ᐡ)⸝⁺⊹

last thing i ate: chocolate cake !! n ice cream

last place i went: target LOL

last video game i played: minecraft~

tags 💬 : @yumanohime @yumangel @fumaid @takiyoru @jyuugoyasmine @kvegawari @okamitenshi @ikigaijo (not required!)

[fumaid]

last song : talk - beabadoobee \(//∇//)\

last series / movie : obsession!

last thing i ate : churros

last place i went : asian mart !

last video game i played : tomodachi life :3

tags : @7yataki @nichozzystuffs @makizdoll @jyuugoyasmine @wanyangii @hwadulce @minhosimthings @junifi3d ( not required !! :3 )

[nichozzystuffs]

omg omg @yumangel & @fumaid thank you for tagginggggg

Last song: like i need you by keshi

Last series/movie: rewatched aot s4

Last thing I ate: strawberry ice cream!!

Last place I go to: uni 🫩

Last video game: roblox...

tagging: @aquas-heart @fumasannn @hironoshimura @ikigaijo @loviesevol @n1conekoz @sunmoonnie @wanyangii (not required!)

[ikigaijo]

thank u for the tags lua, izzy and nika ♡

last song: come 2 me - uhm junghwa

last series/movie: tarot

last thing i ate: banana 🍌

last place i went: college

last video game: apex

tagging: @preachersdaughterx @yukiglow @solairemelo @hironoshimura @eu1joo @junifi3d @takiangel @yukiglow (no pressure!)

[junifi3d]

thank you for the tags @ikigaijo & @fumaid 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

last song : sempurna by insomniacks

last series/movie : lee cronin’s the mummy

last thing i ate : frozen yoghurt 🍦

last place i went to : the mall

last video game : genshin

tags : @odetolune @7yataki @doyoueverthinkofrose @minhosimthings (no pressure ❤︎)

[doyoueverthinkofrose]

Thank youuuuuuuu @junifi3d!!

last song: Otaku Lovely Densetsu by Hanabie

last series/movie: The Great Pottery Throwdown (art nerd here, duh)

last thing I ate: A cosmic brownie at like 11 last night

last place I went to: Work :')

last video game: ...I haven't played a video game in years. However, I did rewatch Smosh playing FNAF yesterday, so (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

tags: @minhosimthings @saturnsfae @solairemelo @7yataki

[saturnsfae]

thank you my lovely rose petalllll @doyoueverthinkofrose 🤍

last song: bloom for me by pearly drops ❀₍^. .^₎ Ⳋ

last series/movie: backrooms. so trippy and unsettling, i love!!!

last thing i ate: mangoes with honey and cinnamon (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

last place i went to: work… i practically live there.

last video game: mario kart… 😭

!!!! no pressure tags: @deersui @starryjake @eu1joo @blueberrybeomgyu @ptolemaeiia @guliexe (˶ᵔᗜᵔ˶)ﾉﾞ⋆˚꩜｡

[eu1joo]

ty ty ty fae and mimi for the tag 🫶🫶

last song: ever by after

last series/movie: leviticus,, really good and not as jumpscare heavy as i expected. just really tragic + kind of haunting + hit rlly close to home </3

last thing i ate: bbq chicken pizza :p AYYYYYY WAKE IT UP FOR BBQ CHICKEN PIZZA

last place i went: BOOKSTOREEEE... found an interesting novella with a bonus story at the end called "tyrannosaurus sext" so u know i had to stand there and read the whole thing

last video game: tomodachi life. its yaoi island

kindly tagging... @yuyuppie @xionvlog @minhosimthings @ponyoswrld @vivrtual but no pressure hehe

[ponyoswrld]

TYYYY FOR THE TAG @eu1joo (´꒳`)♡

last song: you'll be in my heart by niki

last series/movie: drake and josh. went back to my childhood on a whim and was sooooo worth it o(≧▽≦)o the chaos

last thing i ate: like warm but also a little cold spaghetti

last place i went: uni... it was, sigh im tired

last videogame: overcooked 2 i think probably?

tags: @yuuniversezx @hironoshimura @mokalody @moessecrets @nucelestial (no pressure lovelies ₍^. .^₎⟆)

[nucelestial]

ty 4 the taggggggg hehe

last song: like a bomb - riize

last series / movie: brokeback mountain rewatch

last thing i ate: ?? fries i think

last place i went: digging for shells in the sand :P

last video game: overwatch or LoL i don’t remember

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Moots game ! Tag your to know them better !

Last song:

Last series/movie:

Last thing I ate:

Last place I go to:

Last video game:

last song: wherever you are by one ok rock

last series/movie: goodmorning call ⊹⁺⸜(ᐡ⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝ᐡ)⸝⁺⊹

last thing i ate: chocolate cake !! n ice cream

last place i went: target LOL

last video game i played: minecraft~

tags 💬 : @yumanohime @yumangel @fumaid @takiyoru @jyuugoyasmine @kvegawari @okamitenshi @ikigaijo (not required!)

[fumaid]

last song : talk - beabadoobee \(//∇//)\

last series / movie : obsession!

last thing i ate : churros

last place i went : asian mart !

last video game i played : tomodachi life :3

tags : @7yataki @nichozzystuffs @makizdoll @jyuugoyasmine @wanyangii @hwadulce @minhosimthings @junifi3d ( not required !! :3 )

[nichozzystuffs]

omg omg @yumangel & @fumaid thank you for tagginggggg

Last song: like i need you by keshi

Last series/movie: rewatched aot s4

Last thing I ate: strawberry ice cream!!

Last place I go to: uni 🫩

Last video game: roblox...

tagging: @aquas-heart @fumasannn @hironoshimura @ikigaijo @loviesevol @n1conekoz @sunmoonnie @wanyangii (not required!)

[ikigaijo]

thank u for the tags lua, izzy and nika ♡

last song: come 2 me - uhm junghwa

last series/movie: tarot

last thing i ate: banana 🍌

last place i went: college

last video game: apex

tagging: @preachersdaughterx @yukiglow @solairemelo @hironoshimura @eu1joo @junifi3d @takiangel @yukiglow (no pressure!)

[junifi3d]

thank you for the tags @ikigaijo & @fumaid 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

last song : sempurna by insomniacks

last series/movie : lee cronin’s the mummy

last thing i ate : frozen yoghurt 🍦

last place i went to : the mall

last video game : genshin

tags : @odetolune @7yataki @doyoueverthinkofrose @minhosimthings (no pressure ❤︎)

[doyoueverthinkofrose]

Thank youuuuuuuu @junifi3d!!

last song: Otaku Lovely Densetsu by Hanabie

last series/movie: The Great Pottery Throwdown (art nerd here, duh)

last thing I ate: A cosmic brownie at like 11 last night

last place I went to: Work :')

last video game: ...I haven't played a video game in years. However, I did rewatch Smosh playing FNAF yesterday, so (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

tags: @minhosimthings @saturnsfae @solairemelo @7yataki

[saturnsfae]

thank you my lovely rose petalllll @doyoueverthinkofrose 🤍

last song: bloom for me by pearly drops ❀₍^. .^₎ Ⳋ

last series/movie: backrooms. so trippy and unsettling, i love!!!

last thing i ate: mangoes with honey and cinnamon (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

last place i went to: work… i practically live there.

last video game: mario kart… 😭

!!!! no pressure tags: @deersui @starryjake @eu1joo @blueberrybeomgyu @ptolemaeiia @guliexe (˶ᵔᗜᵔ˶)ﾉﾞ⋆˚꩜｡

[eu1joo]

ty ty ty fae and mimi for the tag 🫶🫶

last song: ever by after

last series/movie: leviticus,, really good and not as jumpscare heavy as i expected. just really tragic + kind of haunting + hit rlly close to home </3

last thing i ate: bbq chicken pizza :p AYYYYYY WAKE IT UP FOR BBQ CHICKEN PIZZA

last place i went: BOOKSTOREEEE... found an interesting novella with a bonus story at the end called "tyrannosaurus sext" so u know i had to stand there and read the whole thing

last video game: tomodachi life. its yaoi island

kindly tagging... @yuyuppie @xionvlog @minhosimthings @ponyoswrld @vivrtual but no pressure hehe

[ponyoswrld]

TYYYY FOR THE TAG @eu1joo (´꒳`)♡

last song: you'll be in my heart by niki

last series/movie: drake and josh. went back to my childhood on a whim and was sooooo worth it o(≧▽≦)o the chaos

last thing i ate: like warm but also a little cold spaghetti

last place i went: uni... it was, sigh im tired

last videogame: overcooked 2 i think probably?

tags: @yuuniversezx @hironoshimura @mokalody @moessecrets @nucelestial (no pressure lovelies ₍^. .^₎⟆)

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Moots game ! Tag your to know them better !

Last song:

Last series/movie:

Last thing I ate:

Last place I go to:

Last video game:

last song: wherever you are by one ok rock

last series/movie: goodmorning call ⊹⁺⸜(ᐡ⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝ᐡ)⸝⁺⊹

last thing i ate: chocolate cake !! n ice cream

last place i went: target LOL

last video game i played: minecraft~

tags 💬 : @yumanohime @yumangel @fumaid @takiyoru @jyuugoyasmine @kvegawari @okamitenshi @ikigaijo (not required!)

[fumaid]

last song : talk - beabadoobee \(//∇//)\

last series / movie : obsession!

last thing i ate : churros

last place i went : asian mart !

last video game i played : tomodachi life :3

tags : @7yataki @nichozzystuffs @makizdoll @jyuugoyasmine @wanyangii @hwadulce @minhosimthings @junifi3d ( not required !! :3 )

[nichozzystuffs]

omg omg @yumangel & @fumaid thank you for tagginggggg

Last song: like i need you by keshi

Last series/movie: rewatched aot s4

Last thing I ate: strawberry ice cream!!

Last place I go to: uni 🫩

Last video game: roblox...

tagging: @aquas-heart @fumasannn @hironoshimura @ikigaijo @loviesevol @n1conekoz @sunmoonnie @wanyangii (not required!)

[ikigaijo]

thank u for the tags lua, izzy and nika ♡

last song: come 2 me - uhm junghwa

last series/movie: tarot

last thing i ate: banana 🍌

last place i went: college

last video game: apex

tagging: @preachersdaughterx @yukiglow @solairemelo @hironoshimura @eu1joo @junifi3d @takiangel @yukiglow (no pressure!)

[junifi3d]

thank you for the tags @ikigaijo & @fumaid 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

last song : sempurna by insomniacks

last series/movie : lee cronin’s the mummy

last thing i ate : frozen yoghurt 🍦

last place i went to : the mall

last video game : genshin

tags : @odetolune @7yataki @doyoueverthinkofrose @minhosimthings (no pressure ❤︎)

[doyoueverthinkofrose]

Thank youuuuuuuu @junifi3d!!

last song: Otaku Lovely Densetsu by Hanabie

last series/movie: The Great Pottery Throwdown (art nerd here, duh)

last thing I ate: A cosmic brownie at like 11 last night

last place I went to: Work :')

last video game: ...I haven't played a video game in years. However, I did rewatch Smosh playing FNAF yesterday, so (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

tags: @minhosimthings @saturnsfae @solairemelo @7yataki

[saturnsfae]

thank you my lovely rose petalllll @doyoueverthinkofrose 🤍

last song: bloom for me by pearly drops ❀₍^. .^₎ Ⳋ

last series/movie: backrooms. so trippy and unsettling, i love!!!

last thing i ate: mangoes with honey and cinnamon (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

last place i went to: work… i practically live there.

last video game: mario kart… 😭

!!!! no pressure tags: @deersui @starryjake @eu1joo @blueberrybeomgyu @ptolemaeiia @guliexe (˶ᵔᗜᵔ˶)ﾉﾞ⋆˚꩜｡

[eu1joo]

ty ty ty fae and mimi for the tag 🫶🫶

last song: ever by after

last series/movie: leviticus,, really good and not as jumpscare heavy as i expected. just really tragic + kind of haunting + hit rlly close to home </3

last thing i ate: bbq chicken pizza :p AYYYYYY WAKE IT UP FOR BBQ CHICKEN PIZZA

last place i went: BOOKSTOREEEE... found an interesting novella with a bonus story at the end called "tyrannosaurus sext" so u know i had to stand there and read the whole thing

last video game: tomodachi life. its yaoi island

kindly tagging... @yuyuppie @xionvlog @minhosimthings @ponyoswrld @vivrtual but no pressure hehe

[ponyoswrld]

TYYYY FOR THE TAG @eu1joo (´꒳`)♡

last song: you'll be in my heart by niki

last series/movie: drake and josh. went back to my childhood on a whim and was sooooo worth it o(≧▽≦)o the chaos

last thing i ate: like warm but also a little cold spaghetti

last place i went: uni... it was, sigh im tired

last videogame: overcooked 2 i think probably?

tags: @yuuniversezx @hironoshimura @mokalody @moessecrets @nucelestial (no pressure lovelies ₍^. .^₎⟆)

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💬 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the gyaru at your school has a crush on you. she confesses 3 times until you accept~ ! •⠀‎‎  masterlist  ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎𓋰‎‎  ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ 3,600 wc ───  ᛫ fem!ユウマ x fem!r ✶  cute moments, unrequited love, rejection, a bit of angst, happy ending, description a kiss. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

the academy was strict about uniforms, but yuma treated the rules like suggestions she could bend until they broke.

every morning she arrived with her pleated skirt rolled just high enough to make the teachers sigh but never quite high enough to get written up. her bleached-blonde hair was always styled like she’d spent an hour on it (she had).

the heavy winged liner and glossy lips were non-negotiable. most importantly, her bag— covered in clinking keychains and little charms gifted by her friend harua—always had her uniform tie tucked somewhere between her notebooks, like she only put it on for roll call and immediately freed herself again.

the bracelets were the loudest part of her. thin gold ones, leopard print ones, beaded ones, a few with little bells. they sang every time she moved, announcing her presence before she even entered a room. it was like she needed the whole world to know she was there.

you, by contrast, were invisible on purpose.

your skirt sat at regulation length. your socks were pulled up properly. your bag was plain navy with one small keychain your mom had given you years ago. you moved through the hallways like a shadow, head slightly down, earbuds in even when they weren’t playing anything. you had a plan: keep your head down, graduate with good enough grades, get into a decent university, meet a nice quiet boy who liked the same calm things you did, and eventually settle into a boring but safe office job. nothing that made your heart race. nothing that made people stare.

yuma made everyone stare.

she was everything you weren’t supposed to want.

the first time she really spoke to you was during cleaning duty.

you had been assigned the back hallway with two other girls who immediately paired off, leaving you to wipe the windows alone. you didn’t mind. the quiet rhythm of the cloth against glass was soothing.

then the jingling started.

yuma appeared at the end of the corridor, still in her indoor shoes, bag slung over one shoulder. she wasn’t supposed to be there—her cleaning group was on the third floor—but she walked straight up to you like she had every right.

“you always do that thing with your mouth when you’re concentrating,” she said, leaning against the wall so her bracelets chimed against the painted brick. “like you’re trying not to smile at your own thoughts. it’s cute.”

you froze, cloth still pressed to the glass. “i… what?”

she grinned, all glossy lips and sharp liner. “nothing. just observing.” she reached over and plucked the cloth from your hand, started wiping the next window herself. the keychains on her bag swung and clicked together. “you don’t talk much, huh?”

you shook your head.

“that’s okay,” she said, softer than you expected. “i talk enough for both of us.”

she stayed for the rest of cleaning duty. didn’t even pretend to help the others. just kept finding excuses to stand near you, asking quiet questions about your favorite subjects, whether you liked the new vending machine drinks, if you were going to the culture festival. every time you gave a short answer she didn’t push—just hummed like she was filing the information away.

when the bell rang for the end of after-school activities, she bumped her shoulder gently against yours.

“see you tomorrow, quiet girl.”

the nickname shouldn’t have made your stomach flip. it did.

the first confession came during lunch. 

the classroom was unusually quiet once everyone else had scattered for lunch. most students had either gone to the cafeteria or claimed other empty rooms to eat with their groups. you liked it this way—just the low hum of the old air conditioner and the faint smell of chalk and floor polish.

you sat at your usual desk by the window, unpacking the simple bento your mom had made. nothing fancy. just rice, some tamagoyaki, and pickled vegetables. safe. predictable.

you were halfway through eating when the jingling started in the hallway.

it grew louder, closer, until it stopped right at the doorway.

she didn’t ask if she could join you. she just walked in, dropped her bag on the desk beside yours with a bright clatter of charms, and sat down sideways in the chair so she was facing you.

“figured you’d still be here,” she said, voice carrying that easy, attention-seeking lilt she used with everyone. but her eyes were softer when they landed on you. “you don’t like the lunchroom chaos, right?”

you shook your head, suddenly very aware of how plain your own bag looked next to hers. just one small keychain from your mom. no bells. no leopard print fox tail. no cute cat charms.

yuma didn’t seem to mind the silence. she pulled out her own lunch—some convenience store onigiri and a bottle of strawberry milk—and started eating like this was the most normal thing in the world. for a minute neither of you spoke. the only sounds were the quiet clink of her bracelets when she moved her hands and the soft rustle of your chopsticks.

then she glanced at you again.

“i like you. wanna go out with me this weekend?”

your brain short-circuited.

you stared at your bento for half a second, cheeks burning, heart suddenly too loud in your ears. the plan flashed through your head like a warning light. yuma not apart of the plan at all. she wasn’t quiet or boring like the boy you’d made up in your head—god, she wasn’t even a boy. 

you quickly shoveled the last few bites of rice into your mouth, not even tasting them. your hands felt clumsy as you snapped the lid back on your bento box and stood up too fast, chair scraping against the floor.

“i… have to go to the bathroom,” you mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.

you grabbed your bag and left before she could answer, the sound of your own footsteps too loud in the quiet hallway.

behind you, yuma stayed sitting at the desk, one leopard-print bracelet sliding down her wrist as she absently traced the edge of her strawberry milk bottle. she didn’t call after you. she just watched you go, a small, thoughtful smile on her glossy lips.

a few days had passed since the lunch confession, and the air between you felt different — thicker, charged, like static before a storm.

yuma didn’t bring it up again. she didn’t corner you or make a scene. but she also didn’t disappear.

she started sitting one desk closer in class. not right beside you — not yet—but close enough that you could hear the soft clink of her bracelets whenever she shifted in her seat. close enough that you caught the faint scent of her vanilla perfume when she leaned forward to answer a question. close enough that sometimes, when the teacher wasn’t looking, she would glance over at you with that small, knowing smile, glossy lips barely curved, like she was remembering exactly how fast you had fled to the bathroom.

you tried to stick to the plan.

you kept your head down. you ate lunch in different spots each day—the library one day, the back stairwell the next—anything to avoid another empty classroom with just the two of you. you told yourself the flutter in your stomach was nerves, not disappointment. you reminded yourself of the quiet boy and the boring office job waiting in your future. safe. predictable. nothing that made your heart race.

but yuma made everything race.

she started walking part of the way home with you on the days you stayed late for cleaning duty. she never asked. she just appeared at the school gate, bag slung over her shoulder, keychains singing with every step. her skirt was still rolled high, tie still forgotten in her bag, bracelets still loud—but when it was just the two of you on the quieter side streets, something in her shifted.

it’s like she softened a bit—just for you.

one afternoon she kicked a pebble along the sidewalk and said, almost casually, “you know… i don’t actually like being loud all the time. it’s just easier than letting people see when i’m tired.” she glanced at you sideways, blonde hair catching the late sunlight. “with you it feels okay to be quiet sometimes. that’s new.”

you didn’t know what to say. your fingers tightened around the strap of your plain navy bag. the single small keychain from your mom felt suddenly too simple next to everything she carried.

another day, after school, she caught up to you in the hallway when no one else was around. she didn’t say anything at first—just walked beside you, close enough that the sleeve of her uniform brushed yours. the leopard-print and gold bracelets on her wrist chimed softly with each step. when you reached the shoe lockers she finally spoke, voice lower than usual.

“you’ve been avoiding the lunchroom,” she said. not accusing. just observing, the way she had during cleaning duty. “and me.”

you stared at your indoor shoes. “i just… needed space.”

yuma nodded slowly. one of the little bell bracelets gave a single delicate ring as she adjusted her bag.

“okay,” she said, shrugging. “i can give you space.” then, quieter, almost to herself, “doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop liking you, though.”

she left first that day, but the scent of vanilla and the ghost of jingling bracelets stayed with you the whole walk home.

the tension kept building.

you told yourself you were still following the plan.

you weren’t.

every night you lay in bed replaying the bathroom excuse, the way she had looked at you every time you interacted. the quiet boy and the boring office job felt farther away every time she smiled at you like you were the only person in the room worth performing for… and the only one she wanted to stop performing so much around.

the second confession found you when you went up to the rooftop after school to breathe.

the late sun was warm on the concrete. cherry blossom petals from earlier in the season still scattered across the ground. you sat on the bench with your plain navy bag in your lap, trying to quiet the storm in your chest.

the jingling found you anyway.

yuma appeared at the top of the stairs, bag slung over one shoulder, blonde hair slightly messy from the wind. she walked straight over and dropped down beside you—closer than before. close enough that your knees brushed. close enough that you could smell the vanilla on her skin and the hint of the shimmery gloss on her pretty pink lips.

“i gave you space,” she said, voice low and a little whiny, like she’d been holding it in for days. she leaned in, glossy lips forming a small pout. “but i’m not very good at staying away from things i want… and i want you.”

your brain short-circuited again.

before you could even open your mouth, the bell rang—sharp and sudden, signaling the end of school hours.

you bolted.

you stood up so fast the bench scraped against the concrete. your bag strap slipped in your sweaty grip as you mumbled something that wasn’t even words and practically ran for the stairs, heart hammering against your ribs.

yuma stayed sitting on the bench, watching you go with wide eyes and parted glossy lips. one of the little bells on her bracelet gave a single, lonely chime in the sudden quiet.

she didn’t call after you.

but the whiny, honest way she’d said i want you followed you all the way down the stairs and out of the building.

it happened on a friday night.

yuma caught you at your shoe locker after school, bag already slung over her shoulder, keychains clinking. she looked at you for a second like she was deciding something, then spoke before you could run.

“come to karaoke with me tonight.”

not a question. not loud or performative. just… hopeful. a little tired.

you should have said no. you knew you should have. your plan was still there in the back of your mind but the way she was looking at you, the way she’d given you space after the rooftop only to come back softer, made something in your chest ache.

you nodded before you could stop yourself.

“…okay.”

yuma’s glossy lips parted in surprise, then curved into the smallest, brightest smile you’d seen from her yet.

“really?”

you nodded again, cheeks burning.

she didn’t push for more. just bumped her shoulder gently against yours like she had after cleaning duty all those weeks ago.

“meet me at the station at seven.”

the karaoke room was small and dimly lit, neon lights casting everything in soft pink and blue. yuma had picked a private booth on the top floor, away from the noise of other groups. she kicked off her shoes, rolled her socks down a little more, and flopped onto the couch like she owned the place. her bag landed beside her with a bright clatter of keychains.

you sat stiffly at the other end, plain navy bag still clutched in your lap.

she didn’t make you sing at first. she just queued up a few songs, sang along. her voice was so unique. so beautiful. nothing like the loud tone she used at school. it was soft, a little raspy in the low notes, warm in a way that made the tiny room feel even smaller. she didn’t look at you while she sang—just stared at the screen with her glossy lips moving gently around the lyrics, one leopard-print bracelet sliding down her wrist every time she reached for the remote.

you couldn’t stop watching her.

halfway through the second song, she glanced over at you. the neon light caught in her heavy liner, making her eyes look darker. she didn’t say anything. she just smiled—small, a little teasing—and patted the space on the couch right beside her.

you moved before you could talk yourself out of it.

the second your thigh brushed hers, the air in the room changed.

yuma stopped singing. she set the mic down on the table. turned toward you slowly, one knee tucking up onto the couch so she was facing you fully. her bleached-blonde hair fell over one shoulder. the glossy shine on her lips caught the pink neon.

she leaned in.

not fast. not demanding. just… close. close enough that you could smell the vanilla on her skin and see the sparkly details of her makeup. close enough to see the outlines of the pretty blue contacts in her eyes.

her eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up.

you felt it coming. you wanted it. your heart was hammering so hard it hurt.

but the second her glossy lips were barely an inch away, the panic hit like a wave.

the plan. the safe future. the fear of how much this would change everything. the way your chest cracked open every time she looked at you like you were the only person worth being quiet for.

you jerked back so hard the couch creaked.

“i— i can’t,” you whispered, voice shaking. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have come.”

you grabbed your bag and bolted for the door before she could say a single word, neon lights blurring as you fled down the hallway and out into the cool night air.

behind you, yuma stayed frozen on the couch, one hand still half-raised like she’d been about to cup your face. the song kept playing softly in the empty room. her bag sat beside her, keychains silent for once.

she found you between second and third period in the empty back hallway near the old art room.

yuma didn’t look like she’d slept much. her makeup was still perfect, skirt still rolled high, bracelets still jingling with every angry step, but her eyes were sharp and hurt.

she stepped right in front of you, blocking the path.

“you like me back.”

it wasn’t a question.

you flinched, fingers tightening around your bag strap.

yuma’s voice cracked with frustration. “don’t lie to me. i saw it. in the karaoke room. you wanted me to kiss you. i felt it. but you ran anyway. you’ve run every single time—lunch, the rooftop, now this.” she took one step closer, the leopard-print beads on her wrist clinking sharply. “i know you like me. i know it. so why won’t you just let me have you?”

your throat felt too tight to speak.

yuma’s glossy lips pressed into a thin, angry line.

“i’m done confessing to someone who keeps treating me like a mistake,” she said, voice low and shaking. “figure out what you actually want. because i can’t keep doing this if you’re just going to keep running every time it gets real.”

she huffed, turning and walking away, the sound of her bracelets fading down the corridor like the final note of a song.

you stood there alone in the hallway, heart pounding, plan crumbling, and the ghost of her almost-kiss still burning on your lips.

you stood frozen in the empty hallway long after the sound of yuma’s bracelets had faded.

your chest felt like it was caving in.

she was right. you did like her. you had liked her since the cleaning duty days, since the way she noticed the small things about you, since the way her voice turned soft and beautiful in the karaoke room. you wanted her. 

but the fear was louder than ever.

not just the fear of changing your plan.

the fear of what it meant.

you had never liked girls before. not once. you had spent your whole life assuming you’d end up with a quiet boy—someone safe, someone who fit the picture you’d always carried in your head. the idea of wanting this—wanting her—felt like stepping off a cliff with no idea what was at the bottom.

your legs moved before your brain could stop them.

you ran.

down the hallway, past startled students, heart hammering so hard it hurt. you spotted her turning toward the old stairwell that led to the rooftop and took the stairs two at a time.

when you pushed open the heavy door, yuma was standing at the far edge, back to you, gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping her upright. her bag sat on the ground beside her, keychains silent for once.

she heard the door. her shoulders tensed.

“don’t,” she said without turning. her voice was hoarse. “if you came to run again, just don’t. i can’t—”

“i’m not running,” you cut in, voice shaking. “not this time.”

yuma slowly turned around. her heavy winged liner was smudged. the glossy lips you’d almost kissed last night were pressed tight with hurt.

you stepped closer, hands clenched at your sides.

“i’m scared,” you whispered. the words came out raw. “i’ve never…um—i’ve never liked girls before. i always thought i’d meet a nice boy. someone quiet. someone who fit the life i planned. and then you happened and everything feels upside down and i don’t know how to be this version of myself. i don’t know how to want a girl. especially not a girl like you…”

the confession hung between you, heavy and trembling.

yuma stared at you for a long second. then her expression softened—not with pity, but with something painfully honest.

she took one step closer. the thin gold and leopard-print bracelets on her wrist gave a soft, delicate chime.

“i didn’t think i liked girls either,” she said quietly. “until i met you.”

your breath caught.

yuma let out a small, shaky laugh, wiping at her smudged liner with the back of her hand.

“i always figured i’d end up with some loud annoying guy who could keep up with me. someone flashy. someone who matched the version of me everyone sees.” she looked at you, eyes glassy but steady. “and then i saw you—all quiet and careful and trying so hard not to take up space — and suddenly none of that made sense anymore. i didn’t plan this either. i didn’t wake up one day and decide ‘hey, i think i like girls now.’ i just… started liking you. and once i did, everything else stopped mattering.”

she took another step until she was right in front of you. close enough that you could smell the perfume she’d put on that morning. sweet, like a bakery.

“i’m still figuring it out too,” she admitted, voice nasally yet soft. “but i know how i feel when i’m with you. and i know it’s real. even if it scares both of us.”

tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. your face scrunched up, the weight of everything—the running, the fear, the heteronormative future you’d clung to—crashed over you all at once.

“i’m sorry,” you choked out. “i’m so sorry i kept hurting you. i do like you. i like you so much it terrifies me. i just… i don’t know how to stop being scared of what that means.”

yuma reached out and gently cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away your tears. her bracelets pressed cool against your skin.

“then we’ll be scared together,” she whispered. “i’m not asking you to have it all figured out. i’m just asking you to stop running from me.”

you nodded, crying harder now, and she pulled you into her arms. you buried your face in her shoulder as she held you tight, one hand stroking your hair while the other stayed wrapped around your waist. 

after a long moment, she pulled back just enough to look at you. her glossy lips curved into a small, teary smile.

“no more running, okay?” she said, voice gentle but firm. “even when it’s scary. even when you don’t have the answers yet. we figure it out together.”

you nodded again, still sniffling.

“okay.”

yuma leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.

this time, you didn’t.

the kiss was soft, a little salty from the tears that had dripped onto your lips. but it was warm. real. her lips tasted faintly like strawberry gloss. when she tilted her head to deepen it just slightly, one of the little bells on her bracelet rang like quiet permission that love like this was okay.

when she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, breathing shaky but smiling.

“still want that boring office job and cute boy?” she teased, voice thick with emotion.

you let out a wet laugh and shook your head.

“no,” you whispered. “i just want you.”

yuma’s smile widened, bright and relieved.

“good,” she said, kissing the tip of your nose. “because i’m not letting you go now, quiet girl. we’ll be scared together. and we’ll be okay.”

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[nucelestial]

fem teamies HEALINGS

[nucelestial]

return to owner jake as rhat submissive blushy guy who is being given a shot 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👼👼

STOP THAT WAS MY ENTIRE VISION LMFAOOOOOO the eye contact too... jake we see you everywhere

[nucelestial]

cel, my lovely moot.. i had a thought and i need to share it... what do you think about fem!riwoo? like i just know she'd be such a whiny sub no matter if shes a femme or butch. defo the type that can't handle overstimulation but loves it too much, scrambles to hold your hand too if you're eating her out or using your strap... OKAY I'M LEAVING NOW

fem!lsh overstim, pillow princess riwoo

EEEEEK i love ur brain :3 i've thought about this as well! she's lowkey masc nb lesbo to me if anyone's curious abt what i think... choppy pink pixie cut riwoo come home to me

fem!riwoo gives me major pillow princess vibes :3 she's incredibly bratty and just looooves to be chased!

she'd def be all bark and no bite, riling you up and degrading you with such mean words to soft launch a new argument :( she wants you to fuck her like you hate her... and that's what she'll get!

she's soooo good at apologizing though. she'll do it through tears every single time :( although it's usually accompanied by a wand pressed to her clit... and deep nail marks in your forearm as you struggle to finger her through her fourth, maybe fifth orgasm? who can tell when she's constantly spasming around your fingers and humping your hand like a bitch in heat?

[nucelestial]

eye twitching i must write something for fem!nicholas i must… maybe while i’m off the clock :( i barely have alone time

girl complains about having a life and healthy fulfilling relationships that keep her busy because she wants to write smut

[nucelestial]

HECK YESSS FEM!ENHA🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 fem!sunghoon whos mean Af and straps medown gooodddddd👀🤤👀👀an she degrades me and calls me namessssss🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

fem!psh straps, shoe humping (o_o) need thattttt

fem!sunghoon gives me evil masc college situationship vibes oh my god she's so hot </3 like she'd definitely strap you down so good that you think that she's in love with you or something but then she leaves you on delivered for days :( she's so hard to say no to when she's horny though... of course you're going to reply the second she sends that "you up?" text

she'd be pretty similar to fem!nicholas imo. she'd make you suck her off until your jaw locks up before even sparing a glance to your soaked panties. she'd be sooooo into shoe humping while you're on your knees :) grinding your clit against her boot as she slides her fake cock down your throat need that

she'd be just as well built as m!sunghoon! pls wring your sweaty sports bra into my mouth femhoon i want your strap babies!

[nucelestial]

it’s pride month… which means that it’s mandatory to write fem!enha or fem!teamies

thinking a lot about fem!anton too ughhhhh there’s a lack of girlton on my feed :(

let me know if anyone wants to talk about fem hcs… heheheheheheheh

[nucelestial]

fem!nicho claims to have phantom boners and makes you suck the strap like it’s real :/ why is she pushing on your head down so much as if she could feel it?

she also straps you down like she can get you pregnant <\3 the butch who stepped up?

[nucelestial]

i want to write butch nicho so bad oh my god my thingy MY THINGYYYYY

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Return To Owner ૮ • ﻌ - ა S.JY

pairing ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 loser!jake x f!reader (ft. sunghoon and anton from riize)

length: 9.4k

warnings: sub!jake x dom!reader, mommy kink, puppy play..ish, collars, virginity loss (not rlly), my first attempt at smut be nice, praise, teasing, cunnilingus, hair pulling, sunghoon's a bad friend, weed mentions, not properly edited

Jake's had a crush on you since forever. He's been loyal, why don't you throw a dog a bone?

listened to 🐾♡₊ ⊹ same la by tiffany day, music by underscores, apple cider by beabadoobee

a/n this is rewritten from a genderbent wish fic that i wrote on ao3 under the username haum ;)

“Do you want to go to a party with me this weekend? I’ll drive.”

No, Jake doesn’t really want to, but he says yes anyway to squeeze in a little more time with the girl he’s spent nearly two years pining over. How could he possibly say no? Especially with Sunghoon standing there, batting his eyelashes down at him so desperately—asking Jake of all people to be his plus-one to your party. 

“I’m in it for the long game.” Is what Jake has told Sunghoon at least six times now, when questioned about why he won't just move on. It’s followed by the same look of pity and a disappointed sigh each time the sentence leaves his mouth. Jake had already made up his mind, anyway. Waiting for you to step up was the best possible option—the only reasonable option. 

He had already been so loyal to the idea of you for so long now, why quiet and give up something that could be real? 

The list of things that he would do for his hot girlfriend, who isn’t actually his girlfriend, is endless. Sure, whatever, you guys aren't dating. However, that's probably just how you feel about your current relationship for now. “Labels are bullshit contracts to keep you from living out your 20’s," was what you had told him the last time that your relationship status had been brought up. 

Although, it was probably just because you were still fucking Anton. Not that Jake would give a fuck.

Jake scoffs, thinking for a moment. How are you two not dating? You've held hands once, shared a few straws here and there, and you've been to The Cheesecake Factory together at least twice now. That has to count for something. 

Jake isn’t an idiot. he knows what couples do together and what they don’t. He had even consulted his friends over it almost immediately after the date that you shared. Sunghoon and Jay would never lie to him. Never about something as romantic as a shared slice of cheesecake.

Even so, he also isn’t stupid enough to ignore the fact that he might be a little too hopeful for some reciprocation at this point. 

It’s only 10pm, it’s dark, the air is thick, and every part of Jake’s body feels heavy. The already anxious boy is so sure that he absolutely reeks of sweat and hard apple cider. His graphic tee had already begun to stick to his skin like a wet napkin as soon as he stepped foot in the humid, people-packed house. Even worse, only an hour in had his thighs began to chafe beneath the denim of his jorts.  

All the clothes on his body felt like one big scratch-and-sniff sticker. Sticky, hot, and the sweaty denim was rough enough to leave the pads of his fingers feeling both scratchy and slick at the same time.  He felt extremely gross, almost slimy with the amount of sweat that dripped down his arms.

He hadn’t even moved past the entrance of the house. he stood by the door, next to a table near the shoe rack. It was the only spot where he could keep an eye on Sunghoon’s whereabouts without looking like a loser trying to fit in.

Jake was over it before it even started. he would’ve just called in some sort of threat under an anonymous number and gone somewhere else if he knew that it was going to be this boring. Maybe he would’ve gone to a Burger King or something on the way home. Anything would be more interesting than this stupid party. Instead, he sits here nursing his drink, kicking his feet, unsure of where to go—unsure as to why he even came. 

It’s hot, suffocating, and way too loud for some house party thrown on a whim. How many people did you even actually know here?

Jake grunts, he just wanted to go home and play Overwatch, which was a thought that he had mentally smacked himself over a million times. he couldn’t believe himself. Jake, a dorky, sweaty virgin, couldn’t handle partying on a Saturday night that he insisted on accompanying his friend to, and would rather just go home to play some shitty FPS game? You were sure to drop your panties at any second now.

It’s only been an hour since they’ve arrived, he hasn't seen a single glimpse of you, and Sunghoon’s been missing for nearly half of the time that they’ve been there. All that Jake had left of him were his keys and wallet. Typical Sunghoon, always leaving Jake with his stuff before skipping off without him, the ritual an unspoken tradition to them at this point. 

He had stuffed them into the boy’s pockets before running off to catch up with some old friends, chirping something along the lines of, “heavy pockets are a turn off for the average chick, you wouldn't know anything about it.” before bee-lining to the basement.

Jake felt like some sort of utility belt. He was fine with it as long as it made him a little more useful, but damn. Can a guy not just wear baggy jorts without having to carry an entire house in his pocket? 

A certain familiar skunkish type of stench starts to cloud Jake’s senses. he inhales and sighs. The scent of weed has him tripping over his own feet as if he's a cartoon character floating comically towards a pie. It’s tempting, but Jake isn’t allowed to smoke. Not because he can’t handle weed, or because he’s scared of getting caught, but because Sunghoon needed him to be the responsible one. It wasn't like you were going to magically come onto him any time soon.

He had gone on this rant time and time again. “Have you ever even done as much as hold her hand?” or “What makes you so special among the rest of her hot guy friends?” Jake wasn’t even sure why Sunghoon insisted on carpooling at this point.  Jake was only there to hold his keys and to look stupid.

Jake also didn’t understand why you were such a difficult nut to crack.

At the end of the day, he's not necessarily ugly. Any other girl would have fallen for his pathetic puppy-like charm. However, you aren't just any girl, you're the devil with a bone shaped charm dangling from her phone. A demon from hell specifically sent up just to taunt Jake. A demon that he had yet to even bump into—god, did he want to see you.

Jake wasn’t complaining about it though, he had proven to the world enough that no amount of mind games would sway him away from your side. He would run over his own foot if it meant that you would show that you cared at least a little bit. 

Jake had even grown out his bangs for just a sliver of attention from the you. His bangs fell over his eyes just enough to draw attention to his wet, dog-like eyes. You had off-handedly mentioned once that you had a recent affinity for guys with shaggy hair. You said that you found it cute.

Jake wanted you to find him cute. Not any other guy with messy brown hair, just him.

Jake rolled his eyes when you had mentioned it at first, it was obvious that you were referring to Anton. Naturally, Jake had no choice but to follow along. There was only room for one puppy faced boy in your life, and that had to be Jake.

He didn’t think that he’d like this his haircut as much as he did. His newly dyed mocha brown hair scratched the back of his ears and trailed down the nape of his neck. It was messy, but well kept enough to keep him from looking gross. The brighter shade made his shoulders look wider—bigger. You two were already some centimeters apart, but your difference in build excited Jake more than words could describe.

He had made an effort not to reveal his new hair to anyone until Sunghoon had came to pick him up—expecting some sort of reaction. At least a little bit of praise for his bold decision would suffice. Instead, as soon as he sat down in the passenger seat, he was met with nothing. No words, no praise, not even a full second of eye contact. Just a small up and down look from Sunghoon with a quick, “you buckled in?”

The whole interaction made Jake feel sick. The lack of acknowledgment from Sunghoon felt suffocating. It ended up being just another quiet car ride interrupted by various annoyed grunts when his AC would start to act up. Not even the sound of their shared 2016 EDM playlist made the ride better. By the end, Jake wasn’t even sure that he still wanted to go.

He felt like this could possibly be the end of whatever the two of you have going on. Did you not want to be seen with him? Was he ugly? Jake wanted nothing more than to just roll out into oncoming traffic to end the embarrassment.

But here he is anyway, alone, sipping a can of apple cider with less than 5% alcohol in it. This had to be some sort of humiliation ritual to prepare Jake for his first real relationship—his relationship with you. Maybe after tonight's trials, you two would be a little something more.

Jake had to be right. You're probably just avoiding him so that you could make up your mind about him. Everything will be fine. Jake's life is going smoothly and he doesn’t look like an idiot with visible sweat stains and a bad dye job. 

With nothing to think about and nothing to do, Jake had no choice but to accept the situation that he had thrown himself into. Sunghoon had barely even said shit to him, and left him at this party alone to soak like a dirty sponge. he felt so lame and used, like a cheap door hanger only there to carry a single hat that would never be worn. 

It felt as if he had only brought him along because he didn’t want to carry a bag—Jake was totally fine with just holding it for him as long as he'd get to see you, even if it was for a small second.

Jake had only just now realized that maybe that was the entire problem.

he smacks himself in the head and reminds himself, You’re playing the long game Jake, it’s the prize, not the journey. His friends had called him stupid for thinking that, and he was starting to believe that too.

What he once truly believed in felt like a lie he was only using himself to keep himself from drowning. There was nothing left to ground him but himself. He wasn’t sure how long he could last until his hopefulness turned into delusion.

It felt as if the world had just smacked Jake in the face. The stench of sweat, the constant commotion, the shitty taste of bitter apple and liquor on his tongue—everything was all so overstimulating suddenly. He wished that he had you there to lean on, or at least someone else that would willingly suffer with him.

He sighs, digging his hand in his pocket and fumbling around to fish out the keys. It’s the only reminder to him that he had no other choice but to be there. Sunghoon has to come back to him eventually if he wants to go home.

That is, if Sunghoon even wanted to go home. 

The music is loud in his ears, his thoughts beginning to blend with the sound of the music. He started to ground himself on his own, fidgeting with Sunghoon's keys, the dimmed lights making it hard for him to properly observe the clump of trinkets surrounding them. he holds the jumbled mess above his nose, squinting his eyes and zeroing in on Sunghoon's various keychains.

They're cute, and abnormally girly for someone of Sunghoon’s style. Mostly because half of the trinkets are filled with bits of you. Jake smiles. You had always been a good friend of theirs—so kind and considerate.

He and Sunghoon had always insisted on paying for your drinks whenever the three of you would run into each other at the bar. You would protest every single time yet leave three times more drunk than you were before. He and Sunghoon would never allow you to pay them back with money. Instead, you would always give them a key-chain off of your bag. "Treat it as an IOU ticket" You would say every single time without fail. Jake found everything about you endearing. Even the way that you took advantage of his and Sunghoon's wallet.

Jake shakes his head. If he’s sure about anything, he’s confident that you want him just as much as he does. Why else would you insist on giving him a little puppy trinket, specifically the one that should've been dangling off of your phone right next to the bone charm.

Who else reminds you of a puppy? Not Sunghoon or Antione—whatever the fuck his name was. It's always been Jake, just Jake.

Jake winces as a couple shoves past his and steps on his shoes in the process, the abruptness causing him to spill the rest of his drink onto his shirt. He frowns, not because of the mess, but because now babysitting his drink won’t make him look busy anymore. He's likely back to hiding in the toilet just like the last two parties. 

He watches the couple give each-other a certain look, then watches the two stumble into the bathroom and immediately latch onto each other as the door is kicked closed behind them. Great, pissing’s off the table too. What more can this stupid party take from him?

Jake holds his head low, drained and miserable. In the midst of his misery, his head shoots up at the sound of curses and furniture squeaking. A drunk Sunghoon is shoving his way through the crowd, tripping over tables and chairs on the way to Jake. His face is pink accompanied perfectly with a stupid toothy grin. 

The boys stare at each other for a moment, and Jake uses every muscle in his face to hold himself back from scowling. He straightens his back which was previously slouched, and prepares himself for whatever bullshit that Sunghoon has to say.

Sunghoon takes a breath, slightly staggering towards Jake, the smell of liquor is strong. “You see his yet or are you just standing around like a loser?” he giggles before balancing himself on Jake’s shoulders.

He’s so drunk. There’s absolutely no way Jake can get another drink in for himself before taking him home. He assumed that something like this would happen. Poor introverted Sunghoon couldn’t go five minutes without drowning himself in alcohol when it came to social events. He didn’t understand why Sunghoon even insisted on going to them in the first place.  

Maybe it was just for a good fuck, maybe for an excuse to drink, or maybe it was just to waste both their time, Jake told himself that he didn’t care. As long as he got to tag along. This was the long game, that’s what this is all about. he just has to wait a little longer. 

“Do you… want me to take us home or like—” Sunghoon drags a finger to Jake’s lips and shakes his head no.

Jake raises an eyebrow as Sunghoon stabilizes himself and straightens his back. “Is my car—like, freaking umm… locked.. and stuff?” 

The boys blink at each other. Jake was definitely going to be the one to drive them home tonight.

“Yeah. Is that all you have to say?” Jake sighs.

“Yeah, that’s it I think. I’ll um, be a bit.” Sunghoon chews his lip and shoots Jake a guilty look. “So like, Anton just got here and wanted to hang for maybe an hour or two. I’ll come get you then. Don’t go too far, I’ll be back.” 

Sunghoon gives him a small pat on the back before walking away. Jake’s eyebrows furrow.  Don’t go too far? Where else would Jake even go? He could just walk out and drive Sunghoon’s car into a ditch if he really wanted to.

Anton was nothing but a greedy, pretentious, situationship-stealing man whore. What did he even need to talk to be here for anyways? He had plenty of girls to rant about his stupid think pieces to—other girls that weren't you. Now here he is, taking Jake's best friend away from him too. Anton had probably already gotten to you already. Why else would he be talking to Sunghoon instead of being face deep in some pussy?

Fuck Anton, fuck this party, fuck Jake’s stupid Depop jorts, and fuck this awful situationship that’s already taken years off of his life. 

he wished that moving on from you would be easy, but it’s as if you have him trained like an overly dependent golden retriever. Jake liked being your dog, but only when he was receiving compliments and head pats. This sucked. he felt like a caged bird with the bars just big enough for him to wriggle out, but did he want to? Jake wasn’t even sure himself.

It’s confusing. So very confusing. Unnecessarily confusing even. Maybe Jake needs to be like Anton. Sleep around, show up late, barely express any sort of romantic interest towards anyone but his ex. Well, maybe not that part. Especially since Jake's first girlfriend moved across the country for school, and the fact that, well, she's also probably some sort of gay now.

Everything just sucked. If a car rammed into the side of the house and slammed into Jake’s rib cage, he wouldn’t feel a thing. If boredom could kill, he would have already died at least five times since he got there. 

Jake closes his eyes and exhales loudly. “God, if you hear me, both me and Anton are ready to go. Just take us. Kill us. We’re ready.” 

Jake lifts the near empty can of cider above his lips and smacks the bottom of it, tilting his head back and getting the rest of the alcohol on his tongue. Drops of it roll down his chin as he whips his head back forward. 

He’s too lazy to bring a hand up to wipe the cider off of his chin. So he sits there, looking like a wet puppy who had just dunked his head straight into the bowl of water. 

He catches Sunghoon and Anton n the corner of his eye, descending down the stairs, giggling like they've just heard the funniest joke ever. Jake groans and throws his back against the wall. 

Jake thrashes in place, like a child throwing a tantrum. He clenches his jaw. Anton had won this round. Just keep fucking his girl, who even cares anymore.

The empty can crushes underneath Jake’s tight grip as he shakes it around, attempting to stall before he eventually has to navigate himself towards the kitchen to throw it away. He sucks on his teeth and rolls his eyes before taking the first step out. He takes his time looking for the entrance, keeping his head above the crowd. 

Your house is large, not just any type of typical suburban house but a big fucking house. The type that you’d see in a 2000’s chick flick set in Beverly Hills. The type that's actually quite ideal for hosting an overly flashy house party filled with horny college students. 

After what feels like hours of shoving past dry humping couples and drunk frat guys, Jake finds the kitchen. Completely empty, with cans stacked neatly on top of the kitchen island. Expensive looking charcuterie boards line the counter. They’re filled with various fruits and meats. Jake snorts to himself. Rich people really love themselves some average finger food. 

He had barely ever been to this side of town—especially never in your neighborhood. All that Jake knew before coming was that there was gonna be free booze, free food, and that you were probably going to be wearing a slutty thong underneath your jeans. 

Jake’s pondering is cut short when he hears a pair of heels clack against the kitchen floor’s tiles. He looks up and is greeted by your smiley face, which is currently being stuffed with cheese and crackers.

“Am I in your way?” Jake asks nervously, taking one big step to the side.

Your attention is redirected from the cheese. “Sorry! I’m a little famished from all this moving around.” You grin before shoveling more slices of salami and cheese down your throat.

The sweaty boy tilts his head and shrugs, opening a cabinet beneath the kitchen island to discard his empty can. He dangles the can above the bin before he’s stopped by a firm grip on his wrist. Jake blushes and takes one long blink. 

“Did I… do something wrong?”

You bend over to meet Jake’s lowered gaze. “Oh, we don’t throw away cans here. That recyclable.”

Jake takes another set of confused blinks. You care about recycling and you're super cute? It's really the bare minimum, but he could propose to you right now.

He stumbles back before handing the can to you, scratching the back of his neck and apologizing.

“It’s no big deal babe, I’m just a little bit of a nut when it comes to recycling.” You put your hand over Jake’s trembling one and you squeeze. Jake fights back a smile, confused as to why his heart is beating so fast. 

“You know how I feel about pollution.” 

The two of you had never really touched before, just always somewhat in proximity of each other. The conversations that you shared had always been short because of the lack of time that Jake had spent away from Sunghoon. However, you both seemed to enjoy the small moments that you two had shared throughout the years.

You were an easy girl to hold a conversation with. Jake never felt like he had to try very hard to get even the smallest laugh out of you. He never had to embarrass himself with you to get the reaction that he wanted. It was nothing like talking to the rest of your friend group.

He purses his lips. You aren't anything like him—not in the slightest. Jake isn't sure yet whether that's a bad thing or not.

Jake tilts his head and looks you up and down. You hadn’t put your hair up like you usually do. Jake had always liked girls with long hair, but your hair was just perfect no matter what you did with it. It falls over your chest, framing your breasts like a raunchy magazine cover. Although you didn’t completely dress up for the part, just a sleeveless top and a short pleated skirt, you oozed pure sex appeal to him. Jake’s mouth dries. Have you always been this pretty? 

Jake’s train of thought is interrupted with a loud cough that comes from your throat. His eyes shoot to your face as you smack your chest with your palm. 

“Sorry, these crackers are super dry.” You awkwardly smile, drawing an even bigger one from Jake.

The two of you giggle before you position yourself next to Jake, the two of you now sit shoulder to shoulder against the marble counter. 

“Are you enjoying the party?" You ask. "I barely ever see you not with Sunghoon. My guy's got you on a leash, huh?” 

Jake nods quickly, bringing a hand to the back of his neck and rubbing it awkwardly. He watches your figure dance across the room underneath the dimmed lights. You pour yourself a drink and close the fridge with your hip, walking straight back over to Jake to catch up. 

“It’s fine," Jake answers sheepishly. "I was bored until I bumped into you. So you’re like, my savior in a way. Kind of.” Jake panics seeing your face drop. “Not that you’re doing a bad job hosting! Just a me problem, you know?”

You shake your head and snort. “Aw, do you really mean that? I’m glad that I found you too… it was getting a little stuffy out there.” 

“Your house is huge dude, didn’t even know that it was yours.” Jake laughs before reaching over to grab from the charcuterie board. “This room is like the size of my—fuck, these crackers are dry, you're right—your kitchen’s just big.” 

A red solo cup is held up to Jake’s mouth. It’s halfway filled with apple juice. You tilt it into his mouth and open your mouth with a quiet “ah” sound, ordering Jake to drink the entire cup.

Jake swallows all of it obediently, not wanting to disappoint you. You give him a proud smile. If Jake had a tail, it would be thumping across his back right now.

The apple juice that slides down Jake’s chin is wiped away with a quick swipe from your thumb. Jake raises an eyebrow and watches as you lick the drops from off your finger. 

God, how could you make juice look so sexy?

You shift Jake’s attention back to yourself, placing the cup directly behind him. He takes a few crackers and shoves them into his mouth for another excuse to swallow the overwhelming amount of saliva in his mouth.

“So… did you come with Sunghoon or did you just come for the weed?” 

Jake raises an eyebrow and pauses his chewing to force himself to swallow. He clears his throat and nods. “Yeah, like, an hour or two ago—and I’m not really supposed to be smoking right now. Why?” 

You shrug. “Just asking. Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Huh? No, we're just kind of codependent I guess—" Jake pauses. "Wait why? If he said that we were then he's fucking with you.” he leans forward in a panic, almost knocking both himself and you over.

“No." You suddenly frown. "I was just asking because I saw him and my man in the basement earlier.”

As the words translate in Jake's mind, it feels as if his entire world is crashing down. His face goes pale and his body starts to slide down the counter, his knees growing weak. Sunghoon and your man—wait, were you talking about Anton?

Jake’s despair is quickly turned into anger. Anton always seems to find a way to slither himself into whatever situation possible. It was almost as if he was sent to haunt Jake and only Jake.

“Anton isn’t your boyfriend… is he?” 

An annoyed look is what Jake is met with when he locks eyes with you. Is this information something that Jake should have known before shamelessly fantasizing?

“Is he my boyfriend… are you seriously asking me this right now, Jake?”

You furrow your brows and stare at Jake for a while, making the boy more anxious than he was before. You lean into Jake, a deep scowl painting your face. You hold this expression for a moment before quickly bursting out into a fit of laughter, catching Jake completely off guard.

“No, I’m joking. Unless he said something. In that case he’s also fucking with you.”

Jake’s panicked heart rates begins to slow, a nervous laugh leaves his mouth as you continue to giggle, slapping Jake’s arm and grabbing onto the skin as he calms himself down.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face—thought that you were gonna piss yourself or something!” You wipe a tear from your eye and move your arm to hook it around Jake’s stiff one. 

“You’re so frustrating.” Jake groans in annoyance.

“Yeah, but I’m sure that’s just a part of my sex appeal though.” You wink. 

Jake whistles and replies before he gets to fully process what is about to leave his mouth.”But like, not your nipples peaking through your shirt?” 

Jake laughs awkwardly, attempting to match the energy but miserably failing. There’s a loud silence between the two of you. Jake wishes that he had prayed just a little bit harder to be raptured and sent to heaven.

He watches your expressions closely, bile rising in his throat as he waits for any sort of reaction. If the vibration from the speaker’s bass was already making Jake’s chest feel as if it were going to pop, this would be just the thing to do it.

Jake turns his head to watch the kitchen entrance. he watches the lights dance around against the door frame and bites his lip—looking at anything and everything to distract himself from the embarrassment. 

You let out a sigh and click your tongue. “You’re really easy to mess with, do I make you nervous or something?”

The sound of your sultry voice sends Jake into a trance. It was deep and husky, monotone and soft, but sexy. The girl standing in front of him was teasing him, flirting with him without Jake having to practically bait him into doing so.

“Jakey.” Entranced, Jake freezes as the girl beside him starts to push her cleavage against the bare skin of his arm. Jake was sure that you could hear his heart pounding just from how close the two of you are in proximity. 

he gulps. “What is it?”

“Jakey… be honest, Do you find me attractive?”

Your eyes meet once again as you guide Jake’s chin down to face yours directly. Your eyes are big and glassy as you blink up at him. Jake’s eyes flicker up and down your face, taking in your expressions as if you were a painting in a gallery. 

Fuck, total boner alert.

Jake swallows the saliva gathering in his mouth. He brings a finger to his cheek and scratches nervously. ”For sure. Super hot like—insanely hot. Megan Fox type of hot. Like, Jennifer’s Body, Megan Fox.” Jake rambles.

You look to the side, a bit confused—turned on, but confused.  You laugh to hide the awkwardness, twirling your hair while trying to hide your desperation. You've always liked losers, and Jake was the biggest loser of them all.

Jake’s breath hitches as you move his hand to rest on your waist. He follows your eyes almost like a monkey to a banana.

“So like, would you say that… you would wanna maybe hook up or something?” 

Your nails up and down Jake’s arm, watching his chest rise and fall as he tries to keep his composure. Jake gulps, almost cartoonishly. He had barely even seen himself naked. Too embarrassed of himself to get a good proper look at himself outside small glimpses before showering—and besides maybe jacking off here and there. Not that he gets off to the sight of his own dick, if anyone were to ask.

This was also something that he had proudly told Sunghoon over the phone at least twice now. He might have had a pretty high sex drive, but he's always been kind of shy about it. Jake pauses. Damn, maybe he had subjected Sunghoon to one too many diary-intended rants. Maybe it was time to find solace in his Instagram close friends story. 

Jake fails to come up with a reply, too caught up in his internal contemplating. He just gives you a sad look, hoping that you'd understand what he meant without having to say it. 

You just let out a mocking laugh and squeeze Jake’s arm. "So are you like, a total virgin? Or have you just never eaten pussy?” 

The silence from the boy causes you to frown. You push yourself off Jake and place your hands on your hips. “Not even Sunghoon?” 

Jake’s face turns beet red whilst he tries to come up with a response. “What's up with all these Sunghoon related questions?” 

You let out a sigh of feigned disappointment before taking back your place besides him. You give him a look of pity and reach a hand up to play with the ends of Jake’s hair.

Jake felt humiliated. He hadn’t even gone all the way with his ex-girlfriend for obvious reasons. By all definitions, Jake was a virgin down to his very core. He had nothing but stories of his almost first kiss with Sohyun, which had probably expired by now. 

You slightly poke your tongue out.“It’s such a shame. Your new haircut looks really good on you too. Have any other girls said anything about it yet?” 

Jake shakes his head no and leans into your touch, enjoying the way that your nails felt scratching against his scalp.

“People can be so mean. Not nice like me, right baby? Don't I always notice?” 

Jake visibly twitches at the sound of this. He didn’t know that being called baby would get him feeling so hot and bothered. His friends have always called him a baby, but never like this. Not in a sly, almost mocking way. He hated being babied—but with you, it felt so right.

He bends his knees slightly to allow you to get a better feel at his head. If it were anyone else, Jake would have shoved them off and started to kick his feet. Jake took his hair very seriously. Especially after that buzzed phase he had in middle school. Never again. 

His scalp starts to sting as you twirl your fingers a little more harshly, giving it a hard yank every now and then. The ache has Jake whining, nearly crying. He nudges his head into your hands, practically begging for some sort of comfort. You smile, interchanging between pulling at his hair and petting him.

“Does that hurt Jakey? Do you want me to make it better?”

Jake squeezes his eyes shut and leans into your hand once again. He chews on his lip, frustrated from the lack of stimulation. He shakes his head up and down reluctantly—like asking for a treat.

“That’s a good boy. Nobody pets you like this. Only I do, right baby?” Jake nods desperately in response.

“Poor thing, nobody treats you as good as I do, huh Jakey?” Jake is completely dazed as you reach in to cup his cheek, bringing him close enough to feel his breath fan against your face. His eyes flicker open and closed as if he’s awaiting a kiss. Instead, you open your mouth just centimeters away from his face and whine.

“Oh poor sensitive Jakey, you've been waiting for this, hm? ” you press open mouthed kisses onto Jake’s cheek scratch behind his ears. He pants, holding himself back from turning his head over ever so slightly to catch a kiss on his lips.

You're so soft, and warm. Maybe Jake’s prayer did work. Maybe this was heaven—or maybe your wet mouth on his cheek was what he had really prayed for instead. 

A loud yelp leaves Jake’s throat as you pull him forward by the belt. “Wanna take this upstairs? We can always continue this some other time.” 

“I do.” Jake mumbles.

“You do?” 

Jake nods eagerly as you guide his hips around by the belt loops, practically playing with him like a doll. You press your bodies together with no room to breathe.

Like a snake to a mouse, you had Jake trapped with nowhere to wriggle out from. You looked at him as if you're ready to swallow him whole, and Jake doesn't have any means to escape.

“Tell me that you want to fuck me then. Can I hear it?” You give the boy a smile before pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Can you tell mommy that you want her?”

The younger starts to chase you’s kisses, desperate for any sort of touch. you holds his chin in place, preventing his from leaning in.

“Yes please—mommy, god. I want to—“ 

Your lips crash into Jake’s before he gets to finish his sentence. Spit and saliva coat Jake’s chin as he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

It’s uncoordinated, it’s gross, it’s sloppy. Just the way that you like it. The concept of being a bad kisser didn’t exist to you as long as it was some level of desperate. 

Jake had never thought that he would make it to this point. Just a little less than an hour ago he was considering leaving to go home and play Overwatch. 

You part with a string of spit still connecting your lips, Jake’s mouth still hung open.Without any words, you grin and grip Jake’s belt once again, dragging him up the stairs like a dog on a leash. 

Jake’s mind is racing and his heart is pounding. Down the hall of this unnecessarily long hallway is where he’ll be losing his virginity—not to just anyone—but to you.

The door’s thrown open with a little too much excitement, followed by a rush of giggles from you. The door is locked immediately behind the two of you as Jake stumbles in. The contrast of the room’s smell compared to the rest of the house has his head spinning. Jasmine and fig, the scent of your perfume bleeding onto everything that you've ever touched. 

Your room is much colder than the rest of the house. It was somewhat isolated compared to the line of doors that led to the end of the hallway.  It felt almost surreal to Jake—like you've both entered a new dimension that only the two of you could reach. There was nothing that could possibly interrupt Jake from losing his virginity—especially no sight of lame ass Anton. He almost forgets that all of this is going to happen in a bedroom with pink walls and pony printed throw blankets.  

“Jakey, can you help me take my clothes off?” You pout as you lift your shirt up, motioning Jake to unclasp your bra from behind. 

Jake scrambles to do so, throwing your bra behind him. He peels your shirt off second, then moves down to slip your bottoms off.

“You scared?” You pout as Jake plays with the lace of your panties, unsure of how to progress further. “You can take those off of me too, you’re gonna know the taste of them by the end of the night anyways, right?.”

Your soft hand meets Jake’s as you guides him, pulling down your panties excruciatingly slow. The motion makes Jake feel dizzy. He almost salivates at the sight of your naked body. 

You lifts your leg to discard your soaked panties, slipping it into Jake’s jorts—the same pocket that Sunghoon’s keys and wallet are in.

The two of you go back to swapping spit with a little more rhythm. Jake follows your lead as you sit him down on the bed. The boy’s clothes are taken off piece by piece in between kisses. After hearing the sound of his pants hitting the floor, Jake pushes himself off of you in a panic.

“Wait, Sunghoon's keys he—“ you quickly shush him with a kiss to the side of his mouth.

“He what? He can come and find us if he needs them so bad.” 

Jake tries to open his mouth to speak, but closes it when he sees your pouty face. You frustratedly cross your arms and throw yourself backwards onto the bed. Your legs, which are still dangling off the edge of the bed, kick the air angrily.  

“Hey, I don’t know if I want his to catch us. It might make things weird.” Jake whines and caresses your naked thighs.

“Did you think about that before frenching me and slipping off my panties?” You pick yourself up, leaning backwards on the bed with your elbows.

Jake brings a hand to your cheek and rubs it reassuringly. Whether it was reassuring to him or you, he wasn’t sure. You scoff and smirk up at the boy, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. You spread your legs open and give Jake a full view of your dripping cunt.

“Maybe you’re just bluffing because you want him to catch us." you teases. "You want him to catch your face deep in my pussy? Chin covered in me? You’re gross, Jake.”

Jake’s heartbeat starts to quicken as you mock him. He stands up, catching you completely off guard. He paces around the room a bit before deciding to make his way back to the bed.

You watch the boy walk, then pause, then walk back around. Jake takes one final breath before standing over the bed. The two of you stare at each other for a while awkwardly before Jake breaks the silence.  

“Hey, I want to eat you out. Like, for real.”

You blink straight-faced, as if you simply can't process the fact that Jake is this oblivious, before breaking into a wide smile. “Well yeah, that’s what I figured.” 

You motion towards your side table with your hand, guiding Jake over to retrieve something. Jake assumes that it has to be some sort of lube—but what for? You're visibly soaked. Your inner thighs are already shiny and slick with arousal. He listens anyway and pulls open the knob. He takes a long look, and his dick twitches at the sight.

You sigh dreamily. “It’s just a little something that gets me off, don’t be too scared, m’kay Jakey?”

Jake’s breath catches in his throat. Out of any weird, useless item that you could have laying in his drawer, Jake would’ve never guessed that it would be something like this.

What was laid before his was a dog collar. Blue, sparkly, and with the words ‘Mommy's puppy’ engraved on the metal front. There was no way in hell that you would name a dog something as stupid as that, but Jake wasn’t sure what the accessory had to do with his. 

He holds it up to the light and inspects the material. It looks like it would fit him pretty well. Snug, but fit. His mouth twitches, the realization slowly reaching his head.

You wanted him to wear a fucking dog collar—not just that, but on the night that he's losing his virginity.

“You—a collar? Me? Jake?”

You nod, expression completely serious. “Yup, that’s your name. Unless you want me to call you something else?” 

You let out a short laugh before beckoning Jake forward. The collar is gently clipped around the eager boy's neck. It’s tightened just a little bit, enough to slip a finger under it without making Jake’s neck too uncomfortable. 

“Isn’t this a little much?” Jake nervously laughs. He takes in a shaky breath as you admire his neck. 

“You look so cute though…don’t you like wearing my name on your neck?”

Jake lets out a choked grunt as you pulls his down by the collar. "Mommy?" The sudden tug around his windpipe makes his head spin. 

“Oh, you liked that didn’t you?” You laugh mockingly before giving the collar another short jerk. Jake pouts, attempting to lean in for a kiss before you yank his head back. 

“No kisses yet puppy, where are your manners? Can’t you behave for mommy?” 

Jake frowns and pathetically drops his head down to your stomach. He presses his cheek against the skin while keeping eye contact with you. You feign a frown and caress the top of his head.

“Why don’t you show me a trick and you can earn it?”

The boy nods—almost a little too quickly, placing kisses downwards along your stomach. His heavy, hot breaths against your skin has you squirming beneath him. 

He immediately presses a kiss onto your clit. It’s sudden and quick, almost like a warning shot before the kill. He swallows the pool of spit in his mouth before nervously going back for another kiss. You raise your hips frustratedly and buck upwards. 

You reach down, tugging onto his hair, forcing his mouth onto your aching core. Jake hums, taking the hint and engulfing your clit completely. He gives it a bashful suck, eliciting a low moan from you.

Your thighs cage Jake’s head, locking the boy in place as he begins to lap at your soaked entrance. He lays his tongue flat against his, gently teasing your folds with each long lick and suck. 

His thick tongue is coated completely in arousal. Hee whines as he latches himself onto your entrance once again—the vibrations sending shocks through your body. You bite your lip, holding back a loud moan. Jake grabs onto your shaking thighs and dives in a little desperately. His nose bumps your clit as he starts to tongue fuck your quivering hole.

The way that Jake ate you out felt almost animalistic. While his technique was very obviously uncoordinated, the desperation and need to please made up for anything that was lacking. Each thrust of his tongue and kiss to the clit felt full of emotion. It was shocking to you that you were the first girl to use Jake’s big mouth.

You swore that you weren't religious. However, the angel that decided to bless Jake’s virgin tongue tonight will be hearing from you at church as soon as possible. 

You were like his personal little pudding cup. His tongue searched his as if he was just missing a spoon. He ate you as if he was starved and the only thing left on Earth to eat was you, that small cup of pudding—not that you was comparable to such a cheap dessert. You were already pretty sweet and perfect to Jake. Sweet enough to eat out like his life depended on it. 

The tugs on Jake’s scalp grow stronger, needier. He stops and raises his head up  just enough to watch your chest heave up and down. 

“Am I doing okay? You’re a little quiet.” Jake pouts and rests his head on your thigh. The sight of your slick glistening on his chin brings a smile to your face.

You hum and nods your head before pushing Jake back down into your warm heat. 

“God, you really are such a dog—just licking me up so obediently. Keep eating mommy, kay baby?” 

Jake smiles against your folds, taking a hold of your thighs once again. He spits a glob of saliva into your welcoming heat and spreads you open with his fingers, watching the spit travel down. 

He goes back to sucking on your clit before sliding a finger into you. You take in a sharp breath and grab a fistful of Jake’s hair.

“Fuck, just like that just—“ 

Jake cuts you off with another finger, pushing them in slowly but suddenly. He laps playfully at your wetness once again as he tests out another few slow, deep thrusts. You mewl and buck into his hand.

"Please," You gasp. Your back arches off the bed as Jake picks up the pace, curling his fingers just slightly enough to get you sobbing out in desperation. Jake lets out a moan at the sight of your composure crumbling almost immediately to just his mouth and fingers.

The cramping of his fingers and fear of carpal tunnel could be worried about tomorrow. Right now, all he could think about was just how sweet you tasted on his tongue, and how hot you sound while being finger fucked.

Truthfully, Jake wasn't necessarily unprepared. He had doom scrolled through couple accounts endlessly on Twitter—nearly every single night, in hopes that you would eventually come around.

With your whines growing louder, Jake takes it as a sign that his studying had paid off—something that he had never been able to say in the past. If only his economics professor could see him now. He hums and lays his tongue flat against your clit. His slow, deep strokes becoming much quicker and sloppier as the ache in his wrists grow stronger.

"Fuck, look at me please." you plead, drool dribbling down your chin as soon as the words leave your mouth.

It's almost impossible for Jake to hold back from pulling his fingers out and kissing the spit off of your glossy lips. your tear filled eyes beam down at Jake's gaze. You both hold eye contact while Jake desperately tries to bring you to orgasm.

A whimper is caught in your throat as Jake continues to flick his tongue up and down your dripping heat. His fingers curl deeper, drawing out embarrassingly loud squelches from your wetness. He moans into his pussy, pulling his fingers out to slide his hands under your quivering thighs.

he tugs your body towards his own, squeezing the fat of your thighs as he laps at your wetness. he frantically licks and sucks, practically worshiping your slit with his tongue. he takes one last lick to his entrance then latches onto you like a leech, sucking you dry while pressing his tongue against you as deep as he can.

You cums on the girl's tongue suddenly with an airy gasp. Jake keeps his tongue flat against you as you rides out his high. While your orgasm washes over you, Jake raises his head to watch your chest rise and fall. He kisses a trail along your thighs, which are still squeezing around him—framing his head like a warm set of heavenly earmuffs.

Jake climbs to the top of the mattress and hovers over your naked body. he watches for your expression once again, looking for any signs of discontent. Instead, he's greeted with a grin. He watches your eyes form into near crescents as a smile paints your hot, sweaty face.

You wrap your arms around Jake's shoulders, tracing his back while the he breathes into your neck. He's panting—almost as if you was the one who fucked him.

"Oh Jakey, you did so well." You say breathlessly with a smirk, "You want your treat now?"

Jake nods his head with a little too much desperation—almost stumbling forward with the force of his movements. Leaning in for a kiss, his collar makes a loud jingling noise.

Your attention is brought back down to the bright blue accessory. You trace the metal engraving on the front of it with your finger and hum.

"You should keep this."You murmur.

Jake says nothing back. He only goes back for a quick peck, before sitting back up on his knees. His eyes scan around the room for his discarded shorts.

"Fuck, it's late."

"You're tapping out already?" You grab his cheeks forcefully and redirect his attention back to the gap between your lips. "We barely even did anything yet."

The boy's breath hitches as he tries to regain some self restraint. He rubs circles on your bare hips, tracing your sides up and down between the motions. He considers staying there in your arms and making out with you until the both of your lips bruise—but in the end, his self proclaimed age-old responsibility of Sunghoon wins.

"I—I'd stay if I could." You interrupt him again with an aggressive kiss, teeth nipping at Jake with each clash of your lips, his actions clearly ones of protest. "Mommy… forgive me, please?"

A barrage of heavy knocks on your bedroom door is what gets the attack on Jake's lips to stop. You smirk and tugs his collar down roughly. You press your lips against Jake's ear, your voice soft and hypnotizing.

"You think that's him?" You whisper with a sadistic grin on your face. You pepper kisses across Jake's cheeks and ghost your lips along his jaw. "Should we stay quiet? Let him get curious and find us eating each other's faces?"

Jake's heart drops to his stomach as the knocking grows in volume. he can hear Sunghoon's muffled voice whine for him behind the door. Your grip on his collar loosens feeling Jake's anxious shivers against you.

"I'm sorry." Jake sighs. "he's probably really drunk."

You push him off with an eye roll and gather your clothes off of the floor. You dress yourselves and attempt to push Jake's disheveled hair down—attempting to make the boy look a little less like he was just between a girl's legs.

They share one last kiss. Jake's bruised neck receives a few pecks as he makes his way towards the door. You the collar into his pockets before waving him off goodbye.

"Call me tomorrow?" Jake nervously laughs with a tight smile.

You squint. "I'll see."

"Next Weekend?" Jake insists.

"Go home and take a shower."

Jake gives up with a sigh and opens the door. Sunghoon's sat on the floor with his knees to his chest. He had fallen asleep during the short time that it took Jake and you to dress yourselves. Jake's eye twitches at the sound of Sunghoon's quiet snoring. Sunghoon always had a habit of getting sleepy after only a few drinks—for him to completely black out wasn't out of the ordinary

Jake closes the door behind his, and drags Sunghoon across the hall towards the foot of the stairs. he picks up his limp body like a sack of rice—clutching his waist and leaning his head towards his chest. Jake grunts as he readjusts his grip on Sunghoon's body, attempting to carry him down the stairs and out to the car without dropping him and possibly rolling his own ankle on the way there.

The passenger seat's door is thrown open, the sound of the door hinge clicking makes Jake cringe. He buckles Sunghoon into his seat and checks his face for any sort of reaction before clumsily climbing into the driver's seat.

Jake sighs. Usually by now, Anton would have knocked on the window and teased him about his badly hidden crush on you or something. Anton had always been somewhat obsessed with you too—maybe even more of a dog than Jake was. Anton just knew how to bark a little bit louder than he did, usually at a frequency that only you could hear.

Sunghoon stirs awake beside him and winces in pain. He lays a hand flat across his forehead and frowns, whimpering at the ache. he yawns and melts into his chair as if he had just taken a long nap after a long day's work. Jake coughs, catching the other boy's attention. Sunghoon shoots Jake a look of pity through his half opened eyes and a guilty smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"I'm sorry. I was probably knocked out. Please don’t tell me that I cock blocked you man." Sunghoon drunkenly slurs with a playful tone.

Jake takes a long pause and stares at the wheel. He drums his fingers on the leather and bites his lip.

"Kinda."

Sunghoon's breathing seems to stop for a second, like he didn't expect Jake to reply with anything other than the typical "didn't happen yet." Sunghoon turns his head to look out the window, choosing silence instead of a real answer.

"Anton didn't look too happy tonight." Jake says quickly. "He didn't even say hi to me."

"He was mad about something—you throw up or something? Why's your face all shiny?"

Sunghoon brings a finger to his mouth, chewing on his nail anxiously while his other arm crosses across his body. He leans himself against the console to look for Jake's eyes, realizing what the boy had been up to in his absence.

"Bro, look at me."Sunghoon laughs in disbelief. His eyes meet Jake's face in a state of shock. "I’ve always believed in you. You know that, right?"

"You're drunk."

"Drunk words are sober thoughts."

Sunghoon's grip softens around Jake's wrist and he retracts back into his seat. His lip wobbles and his fists curl on top of his lap like a guilty kid.

"Sorry. You know that I try to look out for you man."

After a moment of deafening silence, Sunghoon whistles. "Can I just have my vape back at least?" He asks desperately.

Jake groans, and digs his hand through his unnecessarily big pocket one last time. He fishes the first thing he feels against the tip of his fingers. He looks down and blushes at the leather in the grasp of his palm—your sparkly blue collar, nameplate facing upwards. Heart racing, Jake takes a second to read the engravings on the tag. His eyes scan across the lines. your number, a name tag full of nonsense just to fill the space. His mouth runs dry at the last line.

"If lost, return to owner."

[nucelestial]

MASTERLIST updated June 3rd 2026

hcs: 🪽 fics: 🐾 drabbles: 💌

ENHYPEN

JAKE

return to owner, sub jake 🐾

SUNGHOON

f!sunghoon thoughts 🪽

BOYNEXTDOOR

RIWOO

f!riwoo thoughts 🪽

RIIZE

&T

NCT WISH

[nucelestial]

all about celeste ⋆˚꩜｡ 20, ISFP, ASIAN, LESBO

I go by celly and my timezone is est

mainly ENHYPEN and BOYNEXTDOOR atm but i also write for &t, wish, and riize INCLUDING seunghan

i currently ult jake, woonhak, nicholas, sion, anton, and seunghan

this is an NSFW blog and requests are open... all the time!! i love to talk to people don't be afraid to talk to me thru my anon box >,<

i block ageless blogs and minors :P, pls do not bring that business over here idgaf

will write occasional DDNE but it will be heavily tagged. i don't rlly write omorashi or anything of that sort sorryyyyyy just can't make myself find it hot.

WILL UPDATE RULES AND STUFF LATERRRRRRR COME BACK AGAIN