Part2 is so fire. I need them, more like Niki to be freaky🤤🤤I just know you are gonna eat it up. Gsjskkaksks imagining it is making me giggle
愛してる- 熱いキス🔥
Cold husband Riki x shy reader
Sypnosis: Riki couldn’t care about the meeting, he was thinking about you, your body….
Warnings: smut(not too descriptive tho), 18+, p in v,, flufff, kissing, Riki being not so gentle
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📍a/n: I didn’t expect so much love for the first ficc 😭😭rlly hope you’ll enjoy this one🫶🏻 if you have any idea to continue this feel free to request me❤️
The midnight rain did not merely tap; it lashed against the heavy cedar timbers of the Nishimura estate, a relentless torrent that seemed to wash away the rest of civilized society, isolating the master quarters from the entire capital. Inside, behind three separate sets of heavy, bolted sliding screens, the atmosphere was suffocating. The air was thick with the scent of burning ambergris, rain-dampened wood, and a heavy, simmering heat that made the expansive room feel entirely too small, too close, too dangerous.
A single paper lantern sat in the furthest corner of the room, its wick trimmed down so low that it cast long, distorted shadows across the woven tatami mats, painting the room in deep hues of copper and gold.
Riki stood at the edge of the shadows, his towering silhouette cutting a terrifying figure against the dim light. He had just returned from a grueling, five-hour emergency council meeting at the imperial palace. For hours, he had been forced to sit in his stiff military regalia, flanked by elder statesmen and ministers, keeping his face an unreadable mask of cold, unyielding authority. But beneath that flawless veneer of discipline, his blood had been boiling. Every time a minister spoke of defense lines or trade routes, Riki’s mind had stubbornly, ruthlessly filled with the image of you waiting in his quarters—vulnerable, soft, and entirely at his mercy.
He unbuckled his heavy leather sword belt, letting his priceless imperial katana clatter onto the wooden stand with a harsh, metallic thud that echoed through the quiet room. He didn’t just look tired; he looked feral. The rigid, flawless composure that made him the most feared commander in the empire was fraying at the edges, stripped away by hours of absolute deprivation.
From your position on the edge of the plush silk futon, your heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against your ribs. You had been married long enough now to read the dangerous shifts in his demeanor. When Riki was calm, his movements were slow and elegant. When he was angry, he was ice.
But when he looked at you like this—his dark, fox-like eyes completely dilated, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked violently in his cheek, his breath leaving his chest in heavy, visible tremors—he was a predator who had finally cornered his prey.
"You didn't sleep," Riki murmured. His voice was no longer the refined cadence of a high-ranking lord. It was a low, gravelly rasp, thick with a dark, heavy hunger that made your skin tingle with immediate apprehension and desire.
"I was waiting for you, Riki," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you clutched the lapels of your thin white sleeping yukata tightly against your chest.
Riki didn’t answer with words. Instead, he slowly began to strip away the remnants of his public persona. He tore off his dark military coat, letting the expensive fabric drop carelessly to the floor, followed by his stiff linen undershirt. In the amber glow of the lantern, his bare torso looked like it had been sculpted from marble and iron—broad, heavy shoulders, sharp collarbones, and a lean, heavily muscled chest crisscrossed with silver battle scars. He looked massive, a dangerous entity entirely out of place in such a delicate, refined setting.
He began to walk toward the futon. His steps were slow, deliberate, and entirely silent.
With every stride he took, the air in your lungs grew scarcer. When he reached the edge of the mattress, he didn’t kneel. He simply stood over you, his towering shadow completely engulfing you, trapping you in his darkness. His gaze slowly tracked down your body, starting from the messy pins keeping your hair up, down the exposed curve of your neck, all the way to the small, bare ankles peeking out from beneath the silk.
"You shouldn't have waited," he said, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. "Because I don't have a single ounce of patience left in me tonight."
Before you could even draw a breath to respond, Riki descended upon the futon, his movements blindingly fast and entirely unyielding. His large, calloused hand shot out, wrapping around your waist with a sudden, bruising intensity that forced a sharp gasp from your lips. With a single, effortless pull of his arm, he hauled your body across the mattress until you were pinned flush against his solid, scalding bare chest.
The contrast was staggering. Your skin was soft and cool from the night air; his was a furnace, rough, and vibrating with a frantic, desperate energy.
"Riki—"
"I spent the entire carriage ride back telling myself I would be gentle with you," Riki interrupted, his voice a harsh, demanding growl against your skin. He buried his face into the side of your neck, his nose inhaling your clean, sweet scent like a starving man who had finally found bread. His fingers dug deeply into your hips, bunching up the fine silk of your clothes until his knuckles scraped against your bare skin. "I told myself you were fragile. That I should just hold you and go to sleep. But look at you."
He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes burning into yours with a scandalous, completely unhinged intensity.
"You look too beautiful like this. Flushed. Trembling because you know exactly what I want to do to you," he whispered, a dark, wickedly possessive smirk splitting his lips. "I’ve been sitting in that palace for hours listening to old men talk, while all I wanted to do was come back here, lock this door, and completely break you open. I want to see how much of me you can take before you start crying my name."
Your breath hitched, your hands instinctively coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the terrifying, rapid thudding of his heart. "Riki, please... the servants might hear..."
"Let them," he growled, entirely shameless as his hand slid up from your hip to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing hard against your lower lip, forcing your mouth slightly open. "Let the whole estate know exactly who owns every single breath that leaves your throat. I want you loud tonight, sweetheart. I want to hear every single sound you've been hiding from me."
Before you could protest, his mouth crashed down onto yours, and any lingering thoughts of propriety were instantly obliterated.
This wasn't the worshipful, hesitant kiss of your wedding night. This was an act of raw, dominant consumption. Riki didn't ask for your compliance; he demanded it, using his tongue to deeply possess your mouth, swallowing your soft whimsers whole. He tilted your head back, deepening the kiss until your mind went entirely blank, your fingers desperately clawing at his broad shoulders just to keep from drowning in the sheer intensity of his touch.
He groaned low in his throat, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated straight through your own ribcage. His free hand moved down to the stiff fabric of your obi sash. With a rough, impatient jerk, he tore the knot completely loose, casting the silk aside like garbage. His large, warm palms slid beneath the parting fabric of your yukata, making direct, heavy contact with your bare skin.
You shivered violently, your hips instinctively tilting upward, seeking relief from the agonizing heat gathering between your thighs.
"Ah, look at you," Riki murmured against your lips, his voice thick with lust as he broke the kiss for a fraction of a second. His mouth dragged a burning trail down your jawline to the sensitive spot right beneath your ear, his teeth nipping the flesh hard enough to make you whimper before his tongue immediately swiped over the mark to soothe it. "So compliant. You want it just as bad as I do, don't you?"
"Yes," you panted, tears of sensory overload pricking the corners of your eyes as his mouth moved lower, marking the column of your throat with dark, bruising kisses. "Riki, please... I can't think..."
"You don't need to think," he commanded softly, his hand sliding down your ribs to grip your inner thigh, spreading your legs wide as he settled his heavy frame directly between them.
He caught both of your wrists in his left hand, his grip like an iron shackle. With a single, effortless motion, he pinned them firmly above your head, locking your fingers against the mattress. He hovered over you, his heavy chest crushing your breasts, his gaze burning down into yours with an intoxicating, wicked dominance. He loved having you completely pinned, loved seeing the respectable Lady of the Nishimura house reduced to a breathless, trembling mess beneath his weight.
"Tell me who you belong to," Riki demanded, his voice dropping into a harsh, commanding whisper as he rubbed his covered length against your aching core, deliberately teasing you, withholding the friction you so desperately craved. "Say it before I touch you. Tell me whose hands are on you."
"Yours," you cried out softly, your head tossing back against the pillows as the torturous friction sent sparks of heat straight to your lower belly. "I'm yours, Niki... always yours. Please..."
A dark, intensely satisfied smile spread across his face. "Good girl."
He finally released your wrists, but before you could move your hands, he grabbed your waist, lifting your hips off the futon entirely. With a brutal, impatient tug, he stripped the white silk yukata completely off your body, leaving you entirely bare beneath his gaze. He looked down at you, his eyes tracking every curve, every flush of your skin, his breathing ragged.
"You are so beautiful it makes me sick," he whispered hoarsely.
Without another word, he shed his own remaining clothes, his body casting a massive, dominant shadow over yours. He didn't ease into you gently. Riki grabbed your thighs, draping them over his broad shoulders, opening you up completely before driving himself deep inside you in one heavy, unyielding thrust.
A loud, breathless cry tore from your throat, the sheer fullness and heat of him stretching you to your absolute limit. The world shattered into a thousand brilliant shards of light as Riki groaned deeply, his face burying into your neck as he immediately began to move.
He was ruthless. The quiet, stoic commander was replaced by an absolute tyrant in the bedroom, his movements heavy, fast, and completely demanding. Every single thrust was deep, hitting your sweet spot with a punishing accuracy that had you sobbing against his shoulder, your fingers digging deep welts into the skin of his back.
"Riki—Riki, wait, it's too much—" you gasped, your lower body trembling under the onslaught.
"It's not enough," he growled back, his pace only quickening, his hands gripping your hips so tightly his fingers left dark, temporary marks on your pale skin. He lifted your upper body up, forcing you to look at him as he drove into you again and again, the wet, rhythmic sounds of your bodies colliding filling the quiet room, completely drowning out the sound of the rain outside. "Look at me. Watch what I'm doing to you. You're mine. Every single part of you."
You could barely breathe, let alone speak. Your mind was entirely consumed by the white-hot pleasure radiating from where you were joined, your core gripping him tightly with every deep, relentless push. Riki’s eyes were completely wild, the veins in his neck and arms straining as he pushed you higher and higher toward the edge, his pleasure completely entwined with your surrender.
He leaned down, his mouth catching yours in a messy, frantic kiss, swallowing your loud, uninhibited cries as your climax finally tore through you. Your internal muscles clamped down on him in tight, rhythmic waves, causing Riki to let out a loud, undone growl. He threw his head back, his jaw straining as he delivered three more deep, devastating thrusts, completely filling you with his warmth as his own release overtook him.
The room fell into a heavy, silent stillness, broken only by the sound of your combined, ragged breathing and the steady downpour outside.
Riki didn't pull away. He collapsed heavily against you, his sweaty forehead resting against your shoulder, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tightly against his chest. He was trembling from the sheer exhaustion of it, his large hand coming up to gently stroke your damp hair, his fingers surprisingly tender despite the madness of the last hour.
"Mine," he whispered into the dark, his voice finally returning to that soft, fiercely protective tone, kissing the corner of your swollen lips. "Always mine."
The heavy, frenzied tension that had consumed the room finally began to dissolve, leaving behind only the rhythmic patter of the rain outside and the synchronized, ragged rise and fall of your chests.
Riki stayed buried deep inside you for a long, quiet moment, his heavy forehead resting against your shoulder as his breathing slowly decelerated. When he finally shifted to pull away, a soft, involuntary whine escaped your lips at the sudden, cold loss of his warmth.
"Shh, I've got you," Riki murmured, his voice a low, incredibly gentle rumble that sounded entirely different from the commanding tone he’d used just minutes before.
He carefully rolled onto his side, but he didn't let you go. Instead, he pulled your trembling, completely spent body right against his chest. His long arms wrapped securely around your waist, anchoring you to his solid frame as you instinctively curled into him, hiding your flushed face in the crook of his neck. You were completely breathless, your muscles twitching faintly from the sheer intensity of the climax he had forced out of you.
Riki reached down, grabbing the edge of the discarded silk yukata and pulling it up over both of your shoulders to shield your bare skin from the sudden chill of the room.
"Look at me, my love," he whispered softly.
When you tilted your head up, your eyes slightly glassy and your lips swollen, Riki’s heart swelled with an overwhelming wave of devotion. He reached up with a remarkably gentle hand, his long fingers carefully brushing away the damp strands of hair that were stuck to your forehead. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, wiping away the tiny, stray tears of sensory overload that had gathered at the corners of your eyes.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally to your lips—a sweet, comforting contrast to the bruising kisses from earlier. "I told you I would be gentle, and then I completely lost my mind the moment I touched you."
"It's okay," you breathed, your voice tiny and hoarse. You rested your hand over his heart, feeling its steady, calming rhythm. "I wanted you too."
A soft, genuinely tender smile broke across his face, his sharp eyes crinkling with affection. He leaned down to press his lips against your neck, right over the dark mark he had left there, humming softly against your skin.
He spent the next hour just holding you in the quiet dark, his large hands slowly massaging the tight, aching muscles of your lower back and thighs, easing the tension from your body with practiced care. He whispered sweet, quiet assurances into your hair, praising you for how beautiful you were, how perfectly you fit in his arms, and how deeply he loved you.
As the initial exhaustion began to pass, the quiet room grew peaceful, the steady thrum of the rain creating a cozy cocoon around the futon. Riki’s large hand was still trailing lazy, soothing circles along your hip, his touch light and comforting.
You shifted slightly, your body aching in places you didn't even know could ache. A sudden realization hit you, and you looked down at the state of the bedding, then back up at your husband.
"Riki," you murmured, your voice still a bit raspy. "You tore my obi sash completely off. And... I think you actually ripped the silk on the shoulder of this yukata."
Riki paused his trailing fingers. He looked down at the torn fabric, then shrugged, entirely unbothered. "I'll buy you ten more tomorrow. The Imperial Army pays me well enough to handle my own impatience."
"That’s not the point," you huffed, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you poked his bare chest. "You were like a feral animal. The great, stoic Commander Nishimura, completely losing his mind over a piece of silk."
"I didn't lose my mind over the silk, I lost it over what was under the silk," he countered smoothly, a wicked, boyish smirk flashing across his handsome face. He leaned in closer, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, playful spark of that freaky energy from earlier. He gripped your thigh, pulling it over his hip so you were completely open to him again under the blanket. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy it. You were practically begging me to rip it off. 'Please, Niki, don't make me wait,'" he mimicked in a high-pitched, completely terrible impression of your voice.
"I did not sound like that!" you gasped, your cheeks burning a furious crimson as you swat his shoulder.
"You did," Riki chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against your chest. He caught your hand, kissing your knuckles before deliberately sliding his hand down your stomach, his fingers tracing dangerously close to your sensitive core. You twitched, a small gasp escaping your lips. Riki grinned, leaning down to whisper against your ear, "In fact, you were squeezing me so tight, I thought you were trying to keep me locked inside you forever. If you keep doing that next time, sweetheart, we’re going to need to replace the mattress, too."
"Riki! Stop it," you hidden your face in his chest, completely mortified but giggling quietly against his warm skin.
"Just stating facts, my love," he murmured, his tone softening back into pure tenderness as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling the blankets up to your chins. He kissed the top of your head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your lower back again. "Now go to sleep. I need you rested, because I'm definitely not letting you out of this bed tomorrow morning either."
Under the fierce, protective weight of his embrace, the last remnants of your exhaustion melted into pure, cozy comfort. Safe against his chest, you finally closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep knowing that the terrifying, shameless commander of the capital was completely, utterly yours.
The next morning, the kitchen in the servants' quarters was dead silent, save for the furious, frantic whisking of the morning tea. The three junior maids sat at the wooden table, their faces completely flushed a bright crimson, staring blankly into their bowls of rice.
"I told you we shouldn't have delivered the late-night laundry to the East Wing," one whispered, her hands shaking as she held her chopsticks. "I thought a literal demon had breached the estate defenses. The noises coming through those walls..."
The head maid slammed a heavy iron kettle onto the stove, though her own ears were suspiciously pink. She looked at the wide-eyed girls and leveled them with a fierce, warning glare. "You heard nothing. The Commander was simply... conducting an intensive, late-night tactical drill. Yes, a drill. If the Lady sounded like she was crying out for mercy, it is because the Commander's military discipline is unyielding. Now, someone fetch the extra-strength stamina tonic for the breakfast tray, and if any of you giggles when you see the state of the Commander's back posture today, I am exiling you to the stables."
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : dom!sunghoon, food play (?), oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing
𝐰𝐜 : 0.6k
❕# Hi pookies !! Here’s another request ! Ni-ki’s ff will be out soon so please check it out when I’ll post it :)) I’ve been feeling a bit better so I thought that maybe I should at least complete one request. Enjoy :))
You and Sunghoon are sprawled on the couch. He's unwinding a fruit roll-up with slowness, his eyes fixed on the colorful strip as it peels away from the plastic.
"You know," he says, tearing off a piece and popping it into his mouth, "this would be a lot tastier with something else."
You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
A slow grin spreads across his face. "I have...a few ideas."
You roll your eyes, there's a warmth spreading through your chest at his suggestive tone. "You're kidding me."
"I'm not," he replies, his voice dropping to a low murmur. He holds up the remaining fruit roll-up, his eyes filled with mischief. "Seriously though. Bet it'd be amazing with…well, me."
The challenge in his voice is unmistakable, and you feel a thrill run through you. Without a word, you take the fruit roll-up from his hand, your fingers brushing against his, which makes both of you pause.
"Show me, then," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sunghoon's breath hitches as he realizes you're serious. He watches, mesmerized, as you slide off the couch to kneel before him, your hands moving to the button of his jeans. He lifts his hips to help you as you tug the fabric down, followed by his boxers, freeing his already hard length. You carefully unwrap the fruit roll-up, your fingers steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. With slowness, you wrap the colorful strip around his shaft, the sticky candy clinging to his skin.
"Fuck," Sunghoon breathes, his head falling back against the couch. "You're actually doing it."
You glance up at him, a smirk playing on your lips. "You challenged me. Can't back down now."
Without another word, you lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste the combination of his skin and the sweet candy. Sunghoon groans, his hands finding your hair as you take him into your mouth, the fruit roll-up adding an extra layer of sensation to your movements.
"Jesus Christ," he mutters, his hips thrusting upward slightly. "That's...fuck, that's good."
You continue your ministrations, your tongue swirling around him as the fruit roll-up begins to dissolve, mixing with his pre-cum to create a uniquely sweet and salty flavor. Sunghoon's grip on your hair tightens, his breathing growing ragged as you take him deepe
"Keep going," he commands, his voice strained. You glance up through your lashes, maintaining eye contact as you continue to work him with your mouth. "Your mouth feels incredible."
His hips begin to move more insistently, and you realize he's taking control. Sunghoon starts to thrust into your mouth, setting a rhythm that has you struggling to keep up. The fruit roll-up is mostly gone now, but the taste remains, coating your tongue as he continues to fuck your face.
"Swallow it all," he grunts, his movements becoming more erratic. "Every last drop, understand?"
You nod as best you can with him in your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs as he chases his release. With a guttural moan, Sunghoon stills, his body tensing as he comes hard in your mouth. You swallow quickly, trying to keep up with the volume as he empties himself down your throat.
When he's finished, Sunghoon collapses back against the couch, his chest heaving. You release him slowly, licking your lips to capture any remaining traces of his release mixed with the lingering sweetness of the fruit roll-up.
"Oh God," he breathes, reaching down to pull you up for a kiss. "That was…unexpected."
You grin against his lips. "You said yourself that it'd be tastier with something else."
Sunghoon laughs, his arms wrapping around you as he deepens the kiss. "Remind me to challenge you more often."
IN WHICH ── a simple joke can trigger Jungwon, resulting in you being bent over the kitchen counter, crying of pleasure, while his cock is deeply stirring inside you, maybe too deep.
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❕# idk about y’all but Jungwon is the freakiest member of them all. The fact that he clearly shows that he’s jealous and all. Ouuuh ik he’s freakyyyy :))
You stand at the stove. The sizzle of vegetables in the pan fills the air, mingling with the savory aroma of garlic and spices. It’s late, the apartment pleasantly peaceful. You’ve been stirring absentmindedly, lost in the task of cooking after a long day.
The sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, followed by soft footsteps padding across the floor. You’re about to turn when Jungwon’s arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against his chest. His skin is still warm and slightly damp from the shower, the clean scent of his body wash enveloping you. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply as if he’s been waiting all day for this moment.
“Mmm, what’s for dinner?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky against your ear, lips brushing lightly along your temple. You smile, leaning into his embrace just a little, your free hand resting over one of his on your stomach. “You,” you joke lightly, the word slipping out with a teasing laugh as you tilt your head back toward him.
The effect is immediate.
Jungwon’s breath catches, his body tensing against yours. You feel it ; the subtle shift in his hips, the obvious hardness pressing against the curve of your ass through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He’s always been like this with you, so responsive to even the smallest touch or the slightest suggestion. A simple joke, your body fitting so perfectly against his, and he’s already half-hard, growing firmer by the second.
“Fuck,” he whispers, a mix of embarrassment and desire thickening his voice. His arms tighten around you, one hand splaying across your abdomen as he rocks forward instinctively, seeking more contact. “You can’t just say that while I’m holding you like this.” His nose burrows deeper into your hair, and you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the heat radiating from him.
You set the spatula down, turning your head enough to catch his flushed expression from the corner of your eye. His cheeks are tinged pink, eyes half-lidded, that known vulnerability mixed with want making your own pulse quicken. Without letting go, his fingers trace clumsy patterns on your waist, dipping just under the hem of your shirt, as if fighting the urge to go further right there against the counter.
“Dinner can wait,” he adds breathlessly, his erection now fully evident, throbbing gently with each subtle movement. “Unless you really meant that part about me…”
You feel his breath hitch against your neck, his body pressed flush to yours. One of his hands slides up from your waist, cupping your breast firmly through your shirt, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens under his touch. The other hand dips lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties without a second thought. His digits find your folds, stroking gently at first before pressing in, circling your clit and then sliding one finger inside you. He works you patiently, curling his finger just right while his palm grinds against your sensitive bundle of nerves. A second finger joins the first, pumping steadily as your breaths grow sharper. “That’s it,” he murmurs hotly into your hair, squeezing your breast in time with his thrusts. Soon you’re slick and dripping around his fingers, your hips rocking back against him involuntarily.
He spreads your wetness all over your core, coating his fingers thoroughly before pulling them free. The cool air hits your heated skin while he tugs your panties down just enough. You hear the soft rustle of fabric as he frees his cock, already rock-hard and throbbing from earlier. He taps the swollen head against your entrance teasingly ; once, twice ; rubbing it up and down your slit, making you ache with impatience. Then he slips his length along your pussy, gliding through your folds to coat himself in your slickness. The wet, obscene sounds fill the kitchen as he drags his cock back and forth, teasing your clit with every pass. Finally, with a low groan, he lines himself up and thrusts deep into you in a single smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.
A filthy, wet squelch echoes from where your bodies meet, your arousal making the slide effortless and loud. Jungwon curses under his breath, his grip tightening on your breast as he holds still for a moment, savoring the way you clench around him. “So fucking wet for me,” he whispers, starting to move ; slow, deep thrusts that make that slick sound with every push and pull, his hips snapping forward against your ass while the dinner forgotten on the stove.
You grip the edge of the counter as Jungwon’s thrusts push you forward, your upper body bending over until your chest and arms rest against the cool kitchen surface. The position arches your back perfectly for him, offering deeper access. His hand slides up to press firmly on your lower back, holding you still as he adjusts his stance behind you. With a deep groan, he buries himself as far as possible inside you, his hips flush against your ass. After that, he starts to wiggle them in small circles, grinding deep without pulling out. The motion creates a loud wet noise ; lewd squelching that are filling the silence of the room. Your slickness coats him completely, making the sounds even wetter and lustier.
He chuckles breathlessly, the sound low and teasing against your ear as he leans over you slightly. “Hear that?” he murmurs, amusement coloring his voice even as he keeps wiggling, stirring inside you. “So fucking messy…Does it embarrass you, baby? Or does it turn you on more?”
His hand stays anchored on your lower back, keeping you pinned gently but securely against the counter while he continues those teasing, grinding movements. The wet noises don’t stop ; each wiggle draws out another slick, embarrassing squelch that makes your face heat up. He’s rock-hard and throbbing deep inside, clearly enjoying how your body reacts to him.
You stay bent over the kitchen counter, upper body pressed against the cool surface, ass presented to him. Jungwon’s hand leaves your lower back for a moment, then comes down with a sharp slap on your ass, the sound cracking through the kitchen as your skin stings and flushes under his palm. He groans in satisfaction and starts thrusting again ; deep and slow, dragging his thick length almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt with force. Each thrust makes your body jolt forward against the counter, the squelching sounds returning louder than before. “Fuck, look at you,” he says condescendingly as he keeps that torturously slow pace. “Bent over like a slut, taking me so well. You’re so wet it’s pathetic. I wish you could see how needy you look right now.”
He slaps your ass again, lighter this time, and rubs the spot soothingly as he grinds deep. “Can’t even talk, huh? Just moaning and clenching around me like you’ve never been fucked before.” His tone turns mockingly sweet. “Poor thing’s brain all empty. So cute when you’re this fucked out.”
You try to respond, but only a broken whimper escapes your lips, your fingers gripping the counter edge tighter as another deep thrust knocks the breath out of you. Jungwon chuckles darkly, leaning over you, his chest against your back. He grabs your hip with one hand while the other stays on your lower back, holding you in place. “Use your words, baby,” he coos, slowing his thrusts even more, making sure you feel every inch. “Tell me how it feels. Come on…don’t make me ask twice.”
He punctuates the demand with another firm slap on your ass, waiting with a smug smirk as he stays buried deep inside you. When he pushes himself even deeper, pressing his hips flush against your ass until you feel him bottom out completely. He stays there, buried to the hilt, and starts stirring his hips again in circles, grinding his cock against every sensitive spot inside you. The motion makes your toes curl and pulls another broken moan from your throat. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he loves to stir your slickness with his length.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, voice low and mocking. His hand smooths over the reddened skin of your ass where he slapped you earlier. “I can feel you fluttering around me… greedy little pussy trying to pull me in even deeper.”
He keeps up the stirring, rolling his hips in lazy figure-eights that press right against that perfect spot, making your legs tremble. Then his tone shifts, still condescending but now edged with warning. “Better start using your words, baby,” he says, slowing his movements until he’s barely moving, just keeping himself buried deep and grinding teasingly. “If you don’t say something right now…I’m not letting you cum at all. I’ll keep you right on this edge, stirring your cunt until you’re crying for it, and then I’ll pull out and leave you empty. Understand?”
His fingers dig into your hip as he waits, still buried inside you, the threat hanging in the air while your body clenches desperately around him. “Go on,” he coos, slapping your ass lightly again. “Tell me how my cock feels. Use your words like a big girl.”
You’re trembling against the counter, overwhelmed by the deep grinding and the threat in his voice, when the tears finally spill over. They slip down your cheeks as soft, overwhelmed sobs escape you, your body clenching hard around his cock from the intensity of it all.
Jungwon’s breath catches. You feel his cock twitch and swell even harder inside you, thickening noticeably as your crying seems to turn him on more. “Oh? Now you’re crying?” he mocks, voice echoing in fake sympathy. His hand presses firmer on your lower back, keeping you pinned down as he suddenly starts thrusting harder ; deeper, sharper strokes that make your hips jolt against the counter with every wet slap of skin on skin.
“Big girls don’t cry, baby,” he coos viciously, punctuating each word with a rough thrust. “You’re stronger than that.” He laughs softly as he picks up the pace, fucking you with hard strokes. “Crying only makes me harder, you know that?” He leans over you, lips brushing your ear while his hips snap forward. “Poor thing can’t even handle being stuffed full. But you’re still clenching so tight…you love it, don’t you?”
Another hard thrust rocks through you as fresh tears slide down your face. Jungwon groans in pleasure, clearly enjoying every second of your overwhelmed state. “Go on, keep crying for me. Big girls don’t cry…but it looks like my needy girl does.”
isa notes: @opiuons this is our wedding gift. i hope you like it. and i hope you like me enough to let me into your bedroom after. no pressure though. (pressure)
𖤝 Pair : Hybrid!Jake x fem!Reader
𖤝 Tags : Romance, angst, mentions of abuse [Not from reader], cute, soft, comfort/hurt, jake is devoted.
𖤝 Synopsis : Finding a whimpering dog hiding under the seats of the bus stop was something you couldn't bear. So you saved him and in return, he saved you.
Empty streets, calm roads, the gentle breeze, a perfect environment after a hard day of work. You roll your shoulders as you walk towards the bus stop. You had quite a demanding job. Being a manager wasn't easy but you always gave your best.
Coming home, it was always quiet and lonely too. No family to welcome you, no pets to wag their tails or jump up at you when you finally arrive home. It used to get pretty lonely and it does get lonely now too but you have come to get used to it.
So here you were, walking to the bus stop. It had somehow become your comfort place now, always ready and empty so you could sit and relax for the night without having anymore human interaction that would simply exhaust you more.
You sat down in your usual seat, the far left one. The one which made you feel as if you were invisible and gave you time to recharge. But, tonight that wasn’t what the universe had planned because as soon as you sat down, a low whimper gave away from beneath you.
It wasn’t the metal creaking, nor was it the wind. You jerk up and turn around, staring down into the blue rusted seat, wondering where the noise came from. Then you heard a huff, breathing. It seemed like it was in pain and was shuffling as if you sitting down had pressed down on the wounds.
You bend down to see what was underneath the seat, holding your breath as if you were hoping it wasn’t an injured animal which would make you feel extremely guilty. But, the sight that presented in front of your eyes was far from what you had hoped.
A badly bruised and beaten down dog, seemingly a golden retriever, was whimpering in pain underneath, sobbing in pain with its eyes closed. It had blood all over its golden fur with open wounds and slashes of whips coating its body.
The smell of blood and waste engulfed your senses, heightening your panic and sock to see the sight in front of you. Your brain had gone static, heart clenched as if it was you in that state. You had always loved dogs and yearned for one.
Anger and rage filled you as our eyes trail down its body. Cuts on the tip of its ear, a rough bruise around his neck; perhaps struggles from the collar. A particularly nasty wound on its left paw broke your heart to pieces. It looked like the dog had escaped from an abusive owner and in the process of running away, stepped on shards of glass, cutting his ability to run.
The bus arrived behind you as you were absorbing the wounds of the dog. You couldn’t just leave the dog under the seat, whimpering in pain and clearly in need of help. So, you ditch the bus and grab your phone, open the uber app and immediately book a ride to the nearest vet.
Your mind was made. You would help this dog even if you have to stay up all night and survive a whole day on coffee. When the ride was confirmed, you shut your phone and reached your hand towards the dog, whispering softly.
“Hey.. puppy..” You cooed, watching as his eyes open and lock with yours. Tears well up your eyes when you look at the pitiful sight in front of you. “Come on.. I’ll help you.” You will never forgive the human who did this to a pure soul. Dogs are the most loyal and purest form of animals, only caring about the humans around them even if they are abused.
When your fingers touched the soft fur of it, a low warning growl erupted from its throat, a clear warning to stay back and not touch the animal. You retreated your hands and whispered again, “I won’t hurt you, puppy. I want to help you.”
You tried to reach your hand again. This time, the dog lets you touch its fur as you hold him as gently as you can and pick him up from the dirty concrete. The dried blood on its body and also the dirt from the floor gets into your clothes, but you paid no attention to that.
As you hold the massive dog in your hands, you feel him to be super light. As if he had never been given proper nutrition to fill his stomach and looked severely malnourished. His low growls towards you was prominent, as if making it very aware that if you try to harm it, it will fight back.
You didn’t mind the growls, knowing it was for its own self-defence. The uber arrived 2 minutes later and you sat in the back seat of the car, holding the dog carefully as you muttered encouragement and praise of its bravery to it.
When the driver saw you holding the injured dog, he wasted no time and rushed to the vet.
It barely took 10 minutes for you to reach the vet and as soon as you did, you paid the driver whatever amount you could yank out of your wallet, not caring about the over pay and ran inside the clinic, holding the dog in your hands. The veterinarian saw you rush in and instantly took the responsibility in their hands, taking the dog and taking him in.
—
“Miss? Are you the owner of this hybrid?” A nurse came out, looking at you with suspicion. Wait what? Hybrid? The dog was a hybrid? “No.. I’m not. I found the dog under a seat in the nearest bus stop..”
The nurse gave you a single nod, writing the information you had given and then handed you a medical report. The report of the dog.
Name : Sim Jake.
Age : 23
Gender : Male
Species : Dog hybrid. (Golden retriever)
…
You read through the whole thing, learning about his blood group, his body status and then you saw the physical reports.
Physical condition : Malnourished and severely dehydrated. Signs of burnt fur, slashes and scares across the under belly and neck, signs of choking and also abuse. Trauma from blunt force all over the body and also on the face. Signs of forced removal of teeth (Failed), signs of stabbing in the belly and legs, pieces of glass shards found lodged in the front left paw.
You felt like you would puke from all the things written here. Bile filled up your throat as your fingers clenched the paper in anger and resentment towards the person who was responsible for the abuse of an innocent being.
The nurse gave you a look of pity, reading your reaction to the medical report. You shake your head lightly, trying to think rationally. “When will he be discharged?” your voice trembles from all the emotions you were feeling. You wanted to puke, cry, scream and cause havoc in the entire place because you loved dogs dearly.
Too dearly because you too once lost a dog when you were young.
“We are trying to stabilise him right now. He is unconscious and might wake up in the next 24 hours. The procedure after he wakes up will take about another 24 hours.” You nod, taking deep breaths as you take the form she hands you. This time, a form of your information.
“Please fill this form if you would like to know updates about the patient. You can also adopt him right away and if you do not wish to do so, we will send him to a local hybrid centre where he can work and earn his living.”
She explained calmly, keeping her voice soft. You were very grateful that she wasn’t being casual about the situation because that would probably get you upset. “Yes, I would like to adopt him. Please contact me after he wakes up.”
The nurse nodded and took the form from your hands, submitting it to the receptionist. You walk out of the clinic with a heavy heart and worry in your mind.
—
Two days passed since that day and you couldn’t give your 100% at work because your mind was stuck on Jake and why they haven’t contacted you yet. Just when you were about to just leave work from the worry and go to the clinic and ask them about it when you get a call from them, at exactly 3:00PM.
“Miss Y/L/N, Sim Jake has woken up.”
Dropping everything, you alert your co-worker, Jungwon and run from the place, knowing Jungwon would cover for you. It barely took you 30 minutes to arrive at the clinic, again not caring about the extra money that you give the driver as your legs take you inside and to the receptionist.
“Sim Jake. Where is his room?” The receptionist flinched up at your hurried question and immediately gave you the room. You muttered a quick thank you followed by a small apology for scaring her.
Room 8.. Room 9.. Room 10…
Here it is. Room number 11. Your heart pounded into your chest as emotions caught up to you again, remembering the night you took him to the clinic. You took deep breaths, closing your eyes and calmed your heart before you grabbed the handle and pushed in the door.
Your heart was thumping with anticipation about what you would find on the other side of the door but you were definitely not expecting a gorgeous man sitting on the bed. Head covered with bandages under his hair with his golden ears dropping.
As soon as you walked in, his head jerked up and his eyes landed onto you, widening after recognising you. You thought he would be aggressive, silent or even ask you to leave but, “You are Y/N right? They told me about you!! They said you were the one who brought me here and said you wanted to adopt me!!”
Ok. That was something you definitely didn’t expect. You expected him to be hostile, aggressive but being excited to see you when he doesn’t even know you? That warmed your heart in an unusual way. “Ye-yeah.. I’m Y/N.” He grinned happily and you could see his tail wag rapidly, showing extreme happiness.
You didn’t know why but that sight brought tears to your eyes. “How are you feeling, Jake?” He grinned, showing all his teeth before answering you, not breaking eye contact for even a second. “I’m feeling happy! I'm very happy! You were the one who took me here even though many people saw me and yet did nothing.”
He happily kept yapping about how happy he was and how he ran away after biting his owner who was being detained while you kept moving forward, sitting on the chair beside his bed, listening to him. You felt like you had finally done nice in your life, something that you will never forget.
‘You will adopt me right? I want to be adopted by you! I like your energy.” He announced, filling your heart with love up to the brim. How could you deny him? “Yeah.. If you want to come with me. But, I don’t have much experience with hybrids..” You confess shyly, looking down in embarrassment.
He giggled and gently tilted your head up to meet his eyes again. “It’s ok! I can teach you!! Plus, I’m not high maintenance!! I just need lots of treats and lots of pets!!”
You chuckled at his childish and eager nature, finding it extremely cute and enduring.
—
That's how you and Jake first met, 3 years ago. He has now become a very special part of your life, someone you cannot imagine your life without. And him? Completely obsessed with you.
He loves it when you call him puppy during intimate moments, loves how you scratch his ear when he is cuddling you and especially loves it when he transforms and goes to play catch with you. It’s his favourite sport in the entire world!
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” You hear the hurried footsteps running down the stairs, crashing onto the kitchen chairs in hurry.
“Jake!”
“I’m sorry!!”
You chuckle and set the plates while he clings to you, hugging you from the back softly as his hands are slid under your shirt, loving the warmth.
This is your life now, your universe. With your companion, your beloved boyfriend and hybrid by your side who doesn't dream of leaving you. You didn’t either. And you never will.
He is yours.
And you are his.
[3/7] Hope you enjoyed this one!! Aww, I love a soft cuddle buddy Jake :)) (Navi) , (Main Navi)
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roommate!riki x gullible!female reader
content(s): riki’s a certified lover boy, he’s overprotective (territorial lowkey), reader’s described as smaller than riki, he calls reader ‘bunny/bun’, manipulation and quiet obsession
— love comes in many forms. his? it comes with silver chains and sacrifice
“would you still love me if i was a worm?”
riki’s bleached, dirty blonde brows stitch before he turns around to see you looking up at him curiously. shaking his head softly with an amused airy chuckle, he walks over—a plate of freshly warmed food held in hand.
the dish chimes against the kitchen bar’s counter when he puts it down and he gestures to it with a slight bob of his head.
“you haven’t answered my question,” you push, adamant.
looking down at you with a lazy grin, he pulls a stool closer so he can sit across from you. tilting his head, he rests his chin against his balled fist—propping it up with an elbow against the bar table. “i’d still love you even if you were a leech. eat up. my mom made a lot for the both of us.”
you cheer happily at the fact that you get to devour mama ki’s delicious cooking and he scoffs under his breath at the way your eyes sparkle with glee.
“wait, that means i’d have to drink your blood,” you say suddenly when riki’s words finally sink in.
he raises his brows. “so?”
you frown. “i’d be a parasite on you!”
he shrugs. “i’m not scared.”
you grumble something along the lines of “that’s not the point…” that muffle away in his ears as he busies himself with staring at you.
like he’d let you cling onto anyone but him. he’d give you flesh and blood if you asked. but only if it’s his you want.
it’s been over a year since the two of you became roommates. when he irst met you, he didn’t actually think he’d get along. you’re too bright, too soft, too…good.
and he’s all sharp edges and cool, cold front. he’s not gloomy, no. in fact, he’s friendly. he has a nice group of friends, daps up people around and even gets recognized in campus corridors.
he’s different. you’re different.
in a storybook, you’d be the princess and him, the huntsman sent to capture your heart.
yet, after a while, you stole his instead.
you filled his heart in a way where he didn’t even need to make space. your gentleness simply melted itself through like molten honey and stuck into each and every crevice, making it whole.
“say ahh~” your voice pulls him out of his reverie and a corner of his plush lips pull to a languid half-grin before parting them.
he lets you spoonfeed him as he admires the way your eyes twinkle with joy at the very act of showing him affection. like, seeing him happy makes you happy. which, it does, and seeing you happy makes him happy.
so he does everything you want him to, a prisoner to your whims.
a pretty, padded cell in which riki never wants to leave.
—
the thing about being friends with you meant that he has to be patient seeing you interact with others. with you being the sweetest soul, it’s no surprise you’ve always got people around you.
admirers, even. and it pushes riki’s button.
but he’s a patient guy. okay, tolerant, to be exact. patience comes in many forms, and his is by wrapping an arm around your delicate shoulders from behind, chin on your crown as he stares silent daggers to the guy you’re chatting with.
his large hand is curled around one shoulder, veins bulging from controlling his grip the longer the guy stays. how daft can one be that he can’t even read the room?
clearly, you already have a man so why is he still trying??
sure, it’s not official. yet. but that doesn’t make you any less his and him any less yours.
“sure! i’m free on that day!” you chirp, already used to riki’s behaviour but you miss the way he flinches when he heard your approval.
hyuk grins, completely ignoring the glare riki’s shooting. “that’s great! i’ll pick you up, then?”
“i can send her,” your roommate abruptly interjects and you instantly agree, saying that it’ll be easier. but before hyuk can even argue, riki’s already pulling you away and you follow along without a single suspicion.
long story short, you ended up not going on your hangout with hyuk because riki 'suddenly got sick' so you obviously, have to stay and take care of him.
which involves a lot of cuddles and spooning in his chilly, dark room.
riki was content. who did hyuk think he was to just take you out like that?
but his victory is short lived. because hyuk is persistent—always finding ways to slither his way to you everytime he isn't around. and his patience is running thin.
it's midnight when you come back home from your day out with hyuk and you jump when a tall, shadowed figure suddenly rises in the dim living room—relaxing instantly when you realise it's just your brooding roommate.
"riki," your voice echoes in the dead silent apartment. "you're still up."
he smiles, one that doesn't reach his eyes, as he walks over—slow, precise strides, like a stalking predator—before reaching up to palm the side of your neck with his large hand and sliding it higher to cup the expanse of your cheek. "i was waiting for you. no calls, no texts... you had me worried, bun."
you lean against his touch, face smooshed slightly and the sight reminds him once again why he chose your nickname. you look like one: a bunny.
"sorry, ki. hyuk and i were watching this super long movie then went for dinner. i didn't realise i had my phone on silent the whole time," you respond, clearly blind to the way his eyes darken at the mere mention of that...pest.
still, he's calm. he's cool.
sharp, stray strands of dirty blonde hair fall over his eyes and he bends down slightly to be face to face with you—scrutinizing gaze flickering across your features before he nods. "had fun?"
and suddenly, your eyes upturn and lips pull to the biggest smile. "yeah!"
his world comes falling down from one single reply.
you look so…excited. joyous. but he’s in despair. he’s supposed to mirror you—be happy whenever you are.
but not like this. when you’re happy because of some other man.
that roach.
his vacant hand by his side curls into a tight fist as his jaw clenches, teeth grit.
you start rambling about how much fun you had with hyuk—going into detail about the activities and how he ‘kept calling you cute.’
like riki doesn’t already do that.
and the more he hears, the more deeper he sinks into this abyss of melancholy, of distress, and all you’re adding to is weights on his leg—trapping him to the surface of the ocean.
he can’t take this anymore.
“do you…like him more than me?” his voice comes out almost warbled and incoherent, too deep—like his lungs are filled with water and you furrow.
“what? no, i just think he’s a nice guy, that’s all,” you reply casually, unaware of the depths of his emotions.
his fist unravels to instead wrap around your wrist before bringing it up to kiss the inner part. you stare, unbothered by his usual display of affection and he shuts his eyes—savouring the sensation of your skin against his plush lips.
“you’re not replacing me, are you?” he asks, breath hot and you frown.
“of course not.”
he smiles, eyes open and instantly, they’re fixed on you. “then, you’ll spend more time with me?”
mirroring his expression, you nod. “of course, ki.”
and his heart swells, already feeling lighter and fuller from seeing your face glow because of him. just him.
—
call it paranoia but ever since then, riki’s never left your side when you’re at campus. it’s not just hyuk now who he’s wary of, but everyone.
he’s made it his priority to be with you at most—all, if can—times, to the point that he’s spent lesser and lesser times with his friends. they—and everyone, honestly—notice it, his obsession.
the way at lunch time he sometimes forgets to eat from how busy he is glaring at anyone who even glances your way, the way his large hands are always on you whether by a subtle grip at the waist, or a blatant arm around your shoulders. they see the way he trails behind you like a stray dog, even waiting guard outside your lecture room for when you’re done whenever your classes don’t meet.
he’s turned sharper, aloof, guarded. and with his new black hair and white stripes on the right side of his raised bangs, he only looks more intimidating.
he’s stopped dapping others, he’s stopped hanging out with his friends, he’s stopped…being. and everyone can see it but you. how can you, in the first place?
when in front of you he acts like nothing’s different, like he hasn’t just shut down everything and everyone else aside from you, like he hasn’t turned you into his very world, his oxygen?
in fact, he’s even more affectionate now.
with eyes that drip with endearment and a veiled hunger as he watches you walk around at your shared apartment, and large palms that map your figure with gentle yet, heated caresses while you giggle, amused and tickled.
all while pouring sweet words out of his full lips that sometimes can’t seem to stop stamping at your skin.
“you wearing that shirt today? it’s cute, bun.”
“bunny, is that my hoodie? fuxk, it’s perfect on you. take more.”
“your new perfume smells so good… come closer.”
“you lost your scrunchies? my poor pretty bun, let me buy you some more.”
then they turn darker, more desperate.
“you’re going out? the weather doesn’t look too good, bun.”
“it’s cold outside, stay in with me.”
“we can have fun here, bunny. come, i’ll do your hair.”
“did you see the news? they said there was an aggressive robber…”
“stay with me, please?”
almost every day when you try to hang out with other people, riki pulls up a random news article talking about some dangerous criminal on the loose or some red warning weather. he’d tell you to stay in, it’s better, safer, warmer. and he’s there. he’ll guard you.
and you? you believe him. he’s never given you any reason not to.
neither can you deny the way he immediately perks up when you agree. he’ll instantly start busying around the place—getting snacks, building forts, starting up shows or some hair products so the both of you can play with each other’s hair.
all with the biggest, boxy smile on his face.
at some point, you don’t even feel the want to go out anymore—not when you have everything here.
he gapes when he sees you walk out your room in a cute pair of pjs: a pretty little pair of shorts that reach just your upper thighs and a cute cotton top that’s fluffed up at the sleeve and flowy from the chest down to your hips.
you looks so fluffy, so soft, like a dwarf rabbit and it has him trembling in the legs. his words choke up when you approach and he instantly drops onto the couch—looking up at you with parted lips and trembling hands as they travel up your sides.
“you’re so cute, so lovely, bun…” he breathes out, raspy, and when you comb his hair back—fingers threading through his dark and and white locks—his eyes roll to a shut as a soft groan crawls up his throat. “that’s good… so good, bunny.”
you figured he’s touch starved (which he is, but only for yours) and you play with the hair on the back of his nape to which he responds with a grunt.
slowly standing, he ends up hunched over you as he holds you tight into his broad chest, face in the crook of your neck to get himself high on your saccharine scent. meanwhile, strong, steel arms are wrapped tight around your back before one shifts so he can rest his hand on the back of your head—no, palming it with his fingers curled slightly inwards into your hair.
claiming you.
he thinks he has you all figured out—have you chained here with him so you can never leave him.
but he’s wrong.
while you still have your own free will, your wants, your desire to go and see other people, he’s lost his. in his mind, there’s only you.
his dictionary is filled with words to describe you. his mind busy with excuses to keep you, hands that are always warm and extended just for you, with senses—eyes, ears, skin—only seeing, hearing, feeling you.
he’s wrapped himself in solid silver chains and you hold the key. a hostage of his own: himself.
synopsis ╋━ Your obsession with your boyfriend’s biceps is seriously unmatched. People would call you pathetic, but you’re just in love with your partner, and he finds you adorable.
✓ author’s note! :: bro the korean people are deadass crazy to call him chubby like ??!?!? i’m obsessed with the bigdaddyhoon agenda and his biceps gawd dayum
pairings: boyfriend!ni-ki x fem!reader (high school au)
warnings: smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, fingering in semi-public photobooth, risk of getting caught, possessiveness, dirty talk, praise kink, ni-ki acting nonchalant while ruining you, reader trying (and failing) to stay composed for the camera
wc: 1.15k
the photobooth at the back of the arcade was small and cramped, the dirty curtain barely offering any real privacy. a group of friends waited just a few meters away, laughing and checking their phones while the timer counted down for your turn. you and ni-ki squeezed inside together, his tall frame taking up most of the space as he pulled you onto his lap on the tiny stool.
“ready, baby?” he asked softly, lips brushing your temple. his voice was sweet, the lovey-dovey tone he always used when it was just the two of you.
you nodded, smiling as you leaned into his chest. the first flash went off. you both made cute hearts with your hands, cheeks pressed together, grinning like normal high school sweethearts.
the second pose was even softer, ni-ki turned your face gently and kissed your cheek while you giggled. another flash. everything felt warm and perfect.
then the third flash came, and his hand slipped under your pleated skirt.
your breath hitched. “riki—”
“shh,” he whispered calmly, eyes fixed on the camera like nothing was happening. his long fingers traced the inside of your thigh before pushing your panties aside. “just smile for the pictures, yeah?”
you tried.
the fourth flash captured your attempt at a peace sign while two of his fingers slid inside you without warning.
you were already wet, you always got like this when he teased you in risky places. he curled them slowly, perfectly, pressing against that spot that made your thighs tremble.
outside, someone knocked lightly on the booth. “hurry up, lovebirds! we’ve been waiting forever!”
ni-ki smirked at the camera, doing a cool rockstar hand gesture with his free hand while his fingers pumped deeper inside you. “just a few more,” he called out casually, voice completely steady.
you scrunched your face as pleasure shot through you, mouth falling open in a silent gasp right as the next flash went off.
the photo would show you looking wrecked—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed—while ni-ki looked effortlessly handsome, like always, smirking with that signature little head tilt and peace sign.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured right against your ear, barely audible. his fingers moved faster, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. “look at the camera, baby. be good for me.”
another flash.
you tried to pose, forcing a weak smile, but your body betrayed you. your walls clenched around his fingers as he curled them again, hitting that perfect rhythm.
a tiny whimper escaped your throat. you bit your lip hard to stay quiet.
ni-ki stayed completely nonchalant. he tilted his head for another cute couple pose, one arm around your waist like a loving boyfriend while the other worked you open under your skirt.
his expression in the photos would be perfect. cool, slightly cocky, that little smirk that drove everyone crazy. meanwhile you looked like you were seconds away from moaning his name.
“riki… please,” you breathed, barely a whisper. your hips rocked subtly against his hand, chasing the pleasure even as fear of getting caught made your heart race. the people outside were chatting loudly now, growing impatient.
“one more set,” he said calmly, like he was just suggesting another round of photos. he added a third finger, stretching you fuller.
the wet sounds were faint but obvious to you in the tiny booth. “you’re doing so well, baby. staying quiet for me even though you’re dripping all over my fingers.”
the next flashes came in quick succession.
you scrunched your face again, mouth open in a desperate silent moan as he rubbed your clit faster. tears pricked your eyes from the effort of holding back. ni-ki leaned in for a fake cute kiss on your cheek, really using the moment to whisper filth.
“imagine if they knew my fingers are buried inside you right now. my sweet girlfriend getting fingered in a photobooth while everyone waits outside.” his voice was low, possessive. “you’re mine. only i get to make you look like this.”
you came hard on his fingers during the final set of photos. your whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a broken expression as waves of pleasure crashed through you. the camera caught every second, your wrecked face contrasting sharply with ni-ki’s calm, handsome smirk and rockstar pose.
he kept his fingers inside you through the orgasm, slowly pumping to draw it out while gently kissing your temple like the perfect boyfriend.
when the session finally ended, he pulled his hand out smoothly, licked his fingers clean and fixed your skirt. you were still trembling as he helped you stand.
ni-ki casually wiped his fingers on his sleeve before pulling the curtain open, smiling brightly at the waiting group. “sorry, we took a bit long. all yours.”
you walked out on shaky legs, face burning. he wrapped an arm around your waist, supporting you while looking completely innocent.
once you were a few steps away from the booth, he leaned down and whispered, “check the photos later. i want to see how pretty you looked falling apart for me.”
you buried your face in his chest, equal parts embarrassed and turned on. ni-ki chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head, back to his sweet, lovey self.
“let’s go get strawberry ice cream, baby. then maybe we can do another round somewhere even riskier.”
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), hair pulling, manhandling, possessive dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, glasses kink (jake), semi-risky location (living room), giggly reader, aftercare
wc : ~1,6k
the doorbell rang and you opened the door to find jake standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder, wearing those black-rimmed glasses that made his sharp eyes look unfairly intelligent and hot at the same time. his hair was a little messy, that signature warm smile on his face like he hadn’t just bombed every science test this semester on purpose.
“hey tutor,” he said cheerfully, stepping inside before you could even say anything. “mom said you’re the best in school. everyone knows it. you’re like the science goddess around here.”
you closed the door, laughing a little. “jake, seriously? you failed three exams in a row? you’re one of the smartest guys in our year. what happened?”
he shrugged innocently, following you to the living room where you’d set up notebooks and textbooks on the coffee table. “guess i just need some personal lessons. from the very best.”
you sat down cross-legged on the floor, patting the spot next to you. he dropped down way closer than necessary, his knee brushing yours. the glasses kept sliding down his nose a bit and he kept pushing them up—god, it was distracting.
for the first twenty minutes it was actually normal. you explained chemical reactions, drew diagrams, asked him questions.
jake nodded along, asking smart follow-ups, but his eyes kept drifting to your lips, your legs, the way your shirt hugged your chest when you leaned over the book.
“okay, now balance this equation,” you said, sliding the paper to him.
he scribbled something completely wrong on purpose, grinning.
you sighed. “jake. come on. i know you know this.”
that’s when he put the pen down, turned to face you fully, and said it.
“i failed everything on purpose.”
you blinked. “what?”
“yeah. all the tests, the exams. i tanked them so my mom would freak out and force me to come here for tutoring. so i could finally be alone with you like this.”
your mouth fell open.
you shoved his shoulder, half laughing, half horrified. “are you serious?! jaeyun, you can’t just purposely mess up your entire grade! you could get kicked out of the program, lose your scholarship, not get your degree—all so you could sit here and… what? talk to me?”
he leaned in closer, that playful puppy smile turning into something darker, hungrier.
the glasses made him look even sharper. “i don’t think we will just talk, baby.”
your heart skipped.
you giggled nervously and tried to shove him back again, but he caught your wrist, pulling you toward him instead. “jake— this is crazy. you’re actually insane—”
“maybe,” he murmured, voice dropping low with that slight australian lilt that always got you. “but i’ve been thinking about you every single day. watching you help everyone else after school, all patient and smart and hot as hell. i wanted this. wanted you.”
before you could protest again he kissed you.
it started soft and teasing, but quickly turned deep, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’d been dying for it. you made a surprised little sound, still giggly, pushing weakly at his chest even as you kissed him back.
“we… we should study—” you mumbled against his lips, laughing breathlessly.
“fuck studying.” he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him right there on the living room floor.
his hands gripped your ass hard, grinding you down against the growing bulge in his pants. “been hard since i walked in. you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.”
you squealed, shoving at his shoulders again but your hips rolled against him anyway. “jake! my parents could come home—”
“then we better be quick and quiet,” he whispered, nipping at your neck. he pushed your shirt up, hands sliding under to cup your tits, thumbs brushing your nipples until they hardened. “or not quiet. i don’t really care.”
he lifted you like you weighed nothing and laid you back on the carpet, glasses still on as he hovered over you. he yanked your shorts and panties down in one go, spreading your legs wide. “look at you. already so wet for me.”
“jake—” you giggled again, trying to close your legs out of embarrassment, but he held them open, lowering his head.
he pushed the glasses up his nose properly before licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy, sucking on your clit until your giggles turned into real moans.
“so fucking sweet,” he groaned against you, tongue fucking into you messily while two fingers slid inside, curling perfectly. you grabbed his hair, thighs shaking around his head.
he ate you out like he was starving, glasses fogging up a little, making filthy wet sounds that echoed in the room.
you came fast the first time, back arching, moaning his name as he kept licking you through it.
he didn’t give you much time to recover. jake sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock.
thick, hard, leaking at the tip.
he stroked himself once, looking down at you with dark eyes behind those glasses.
“want you so bad,” he muttered, lining up and pushing inside in one deep thrust. you gasped at the stretch, walls clenching around him. he groaned loudly, hips snapping forward hard.
“fuck, so tight. been dreaming about this pussy.”
he fucked you rough right there on the floor, glasses sliding down his nose again as he pounded into you. every thrust was deep and punishing, the wet slap of skin loud and obscene. he grabbed your legs, folding you basically in half so he could hit even deeper.
“jake— oh my god—” you moaned, nails digging into his arms. he was relentless, hips snapping fast, balls slapping against you.
“yeah? feel good?” he panted, leaning down to bite your neck. “this what you wanted too? me failing everything just so i could come fuck you stupid on your living room floor?”
you laughed breathlessly between moans, still a little giggly even as he railed you. “you’re such an idiot—”
“your idiot.” he pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your hands and knees, and slammed back in from behind.
one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. the new angle made you cry out, his cock dragging against that perfect spot over and over.
“take it, baby. take every inch.” his thrusts got messier, harder, the carpet burning your knees but you didn’t care. he reached around to rub your clit, pushing you toward another orgasm.
“come on my cock again. wanna feel you squeezing me, yeah?”
you came hard the second time, pussy spasming around him, juices dripping down your thighs. jake groaned, pace faltering as he chased his own release.
“fuck—gonna fill you up. been saving this for you.”
he buried himself deep and came with a broken moan, hot thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy.
he kept shallowly thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper, some of it leaking out around his cock.
you both collapsed, panting. jake pulled out gently after a minute, watching with satisfaction as his cum dripped from your used hole. then the soft side came back instantly.
he gathered you into his arms, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips sweetly. “you okay?” he whispered, voice back to that warm puppy tone. he fixed his glasses and smiled at you.
you laughed softly, cuddling into his chest, still catching your breath. “you’re actually crazy, you know that? failing on purpose…”
“worth it.” he stroked your hair, holding you close. “i’ll fix my grades for real now. promise. but only if you keep tutoring me. privately.”
you shoved him playfully again, both of you laughing.
he cleaned you up carefully with tissues from his bag (he’d come prepared, the idiot), then pulled you onto the couch, wrapping you in a blanket and holding you against him.
“next time i’ll actually study first,” he murmured against your hair, kissing the top of your head. “then we can do this as a reward.”
you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest. “deal. but no more failing, sim jaeyun.”
“yes ma’am.” he grinned, pushing his glasses up again, looking stupidly cute and hot at the same time.
outside the window the afternoon sun was still bright, and somewhere in the house your phone buzzed with a text from his mom probably asking how the session was going.
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!! synopsis: you don't need help. ever. then you fail a class and get stuck with jake sim the campus fuckboy, and your new tutor. he's cocky. he's in your space. and you're about to learn that fuckboy's tutor best.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), dom jake, sub/bratty reader, oral, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, spanking, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), praising, semi public
!! wc: 9.5k
!! a/n: pics of jake always awake something in me, sry this took forever i debated hard on the flow of this story so sorry if it feels rushed, ENJOY!
The red F on your midterm was actually offensive.
Not because you'd worked hard. You hadn't. You'd skimmed the readings, showed up to class hungover twice, and submitted a study guide you'd filled out while watching a movie. The F was fair, the problem was it bruised your ego.
Professor Lee didn't even wait for the rest of the class to leave. She caught you at the door, hand on your arm, voice low enough that only you could hear.
"A word." You followed her to her desk, she held up your exam."38 percent." she said.
"I know, I'll study harder."
"You've been skating by on charm and curve points, and now the curve can't save you." She slid a piece of paper across the desk. "Peer tutoring. Mandatory. Twice a week until your average is above a C."
You picked up the paper. One name written in blue ink.
Jake Sim.
"Jake Sim?" you said.
"He's the best tutor I have. Top of the class last semester. Top of the class now.
You knew Jake Sim. Well, you didn't know him. You knew of him. Everyone did. The guy who showed up to every party with a new girl and left with whoever he wanted. The guy who never raised his voice but always got the last word. The guy who'd held a door open for you once and looked at you like he was already bored.
"He's a fuckboy," you said not thinking she heard.
Professor Lee didn't blink. "He's also the only reason six people are passing this class right now. You start Monday. His schedule is at the bottom."
You walked out of that office with your 38 percent and a new low.
Karina and Giselle were waiting for you outside, perched on a bench, phones in hand, looking like they'd been there for hours.
"Your face says disaster," Karina said.
"I have a tutor."
"Okay?"
"Jake Sim."
Giselle's head snapped up. "Jake Sim?"
"Unfortunately."
Karina burst out laughing. "The Jake Sim?"
"Yes."
"The one who went through three sororities in one semester?"
"Yes."
"The one who corrected Sunghoon's drink order at a party and then made out with his date an hour later?"
"Karina." you screamed.
"I'm just saying!" She was grinning now. "Damn. Not Jake."
"I know."
"But also..." Giselle tilted her head. "Damn. Jake is kinda hot."
"I don't care if he's hot. He's a walking red flag with good bone structure."
"And he's your tutor." Karina wiped a tear from her eye. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"I'm going to fail."
You sat down between them and put your head in your hands. "He's going to be insufferable. You know he's going to be insufferable. He's going to sit there with that stupid smirk and explain basic statistics like I'm a child and I'm going to have to pretend I don't want to throw my textbook at his head."
"Or," Giselle said, "you could just let him be hot and enjoy the view."
"I'm not going to enjoy anything."
"You've never even talked to him."
"I don't need to talk to him to know I hate him."
Karina patted your back. "That's the spirit."
Jake was mid-bite into his sandwich when Sunghoon kicked his foot under the table.
"You got assigned a tutoring student?"
Jake chewed. Swallowed. "Yeah."
"Who?"
"Does it matter?"
Jay leaned forward. "It matters cause we are nosy."
Heeseung was already scrolling through his phone. "Professor Lee's class? She sent out the list this morning."
Jake took another bite. He'd seen the name. He'd read it twice. He'd spent maybe longer than necessary staring at it.
He knew who you were. Everyone did. The girl who walked into parties like she owned them. The girl who never asked for help. The girl who'd looked at him just once across a crowded room, and then looked away like he wasn't worth a second glance.
"You're being weird," Jungwon said from the end of the table.
"I'm not being weird."
"You're not talking. That's weird for you."
Jake set his sandwich down. "It's Y/N."
Silence.
Then Sunghoon choked on his drink.
"The one who told Professor Kim to his face that his lecture was boring?"
"That's her."
Jay whistled. "She needs a tutor? I thought she had everything figured out."
"Apparently not."
Jungwon shrugged. "She's going to hate it."
"She's going to hate me."
"Probably."
Jake thought about that. Thought about your face the one time you'd looked at him. You hadn't smiled. Hadn't blushed. Hadn't done any of the things girls usually did when they looked at him.
You'd just looked. And then you'd walked away.
"I don't know," Heeseung said slowly. "She's hot. Like, really hot. Independent. People come to her for help. This might be interesting."
"Interesting how?" Jake asked.
"I don't know. Just... interesting. She's not going to fall all over you like everyone else does."
Jake picked up his sandwich. "I'm not trying to make her fall all over me."
"Sure you're not."
"I'm just tutoring her. That's it."
Sunghoon snorted. "Famous last words."
Jake didn't respond. But he couldn't stop thinking about your name on that paper.
Y/N.
He wondered if you'd text him first or if he'd have to reach out.
He wondered if you'd show up on Monday with that same look on your face like you had nothing to prove to anyone.
He wondered what it would take to make you look at him twice.
Three days before your first session, Karina dragged you to a party.
"I need to get out," she said.
"You need to get out. I need to study."
"No babes you need to drink."
The party was at some guy's house you didn't catch the name to and you didn't care. The music was too loud, the cups were sticky, and within twenty minutes, you'd lost Karina to the dance floor and Giselle to a guy who looked like he played club sports.
You were on your third drink when you saw him.
Jake.
He was on a couch in the corner, and there was a girl in his lap.
Not sitting next to him. Not leaning against him. Fully in his lap, her legs draped over his thigh, her lips hovering near his ear. His hand was on her waist. He wasn't kissing her but it was clearly heading there.
You recognized the girl. Wonyoung. She was in your psych class. She'd spent the entire semester batting her eyelashes at every guy within a ten foot radius.
Of course it was Wonyoung.
You looked away. Drank. Looked back.
His hand had moved lower.
"Ew," you said to no one.
Karina appeared at your elbow. "What?"
"Jake Sim. With the one and only."
Karina followed your gaze. "Oh. Yeah. That's Wonyoung. She's been trying to get his attention for weeks."
"He's letting her."
"That's what he does." Karina shrugged. "He's always like that. A different girl every week. Sometimes every night. It's his whole thing."
"His whole thing is gross."
"His whole thing is effective. Look at her. She's practically melting."
You took another drink. "I have to let him teach me statistics."
"Poor you."
"I'm serious. How am I supposed to sit across from someone who acts like that?"
"You could try not staring at him."
"Shut up."
Karina grabbed your hand. "Come on. You're too sober. We're dancing."
She pulled you onto the floor. The music shifted something with a bass you could feel in your chest. You let yourself move. Let yourself forget about the F and the tutoring and the way Jake's hand had looked on Wonyoung's waist.
A guy found you. Tall. Dark hair. Cute in a forgettable way. He smiled at you and you smiled back because why not, and then his hands were on your hips and you were dancing with him.
It was fine. It was nothing.
But across the room, someone was watching.
"She's here," Sunghoon said.
Jake didn't have to ask who. He'd seen you the second you walked in. The way the room shifted when you entered. The way people looked at you like you were the main character and they were just extras.
"Yeah," Jake said. "I saw her."
Wonyoung was still in his lap. He'd forgotten she was there until she shifted and pressed closer. He should focus on her. She was pretty. She was interested. She was easy.
But his eyes kept finding you.
You were dancing with some guy now. Some random guy who'd probably never talked to you before tonight. His hands were on your hips. You were laughing at something he said.
"Why is she dancing with him?" Jake asked.
Sunghoon looked. "Because she's at a party? Because he asked? Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"You're staring."
"I'm observing."
"Heeseung called it." Jay appeared on Jake's other side. "He said you'd be interested."
"I'm not interested."
"You've looked at her twelve times in the last ten minutes."
Jake pulled his eyes away. Wonyoung was looking at him expectantly. He'd missed something she'd said.
"Sorry," he said. "What?"
"I asked if you wanted to go somewhere quieter."
The implication was clear. A month ago, he would have said yes. A week ago, he would have said yes. But tonight, for some reason, the word stuck in his throat.
"I have an early class," he said.
Wonyoung's face flickered. "Oh."
She didn't look convinced, but she got off his lap. Walked away without looking back.
Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. "You just let her go."
"She's not going anywhere."
"She's going to find someone else."
"Good for her."
Jake stood up. He needed water. Or air. Or something that wasn't watching you dance with someone else.
He pushed through the crowd toward the back of the house. The hallway was quieter. The bathroom door was cracked open, light spilling out.
He was about to walk past when you stepped out.
You nearly collided with his chest.
"Oh-" You looked up. Your eyes were glassy. You were tipsy. Maybe more than tipsy. "You."
"Me."
"I was just thinking about you."
"Good things?"
"I was thinking about how much I don't want to see you on Monday."
Jake leaned against the wall. Arms crossed. Calm. "That's funny. I was thinking about how much I'm looking forward to it."
"You're lying."
"I don't lie."
"Everyone lies."
"Not me." He tilted his head. "You're drunk."
"I'm tipsy. There's a difference."
"You're going to be hungover on Monday."
"I'm going to be fine on Monday."
"We'll see."
You stepped closer. Pointed a finger at his chest. "You're my teacher now. That's so weird."
"I'm your tutor. Not your teacher."
"Same thing."
"Different thing."
"You're correcting me already?" Your eyes narrowed. "We haven't even started."
"I'm just preparing you."
"For what?"
"For me."
You stared at him. He stared back.
"I hate you," you said.
Jake smiled. Slow. "Monday. Library. Third floor. Seven o'clock. Don't be late."
"I'm never late."
"You were late to Professor Kim's lecture three times last semester."
Your mouth opened. Closed. "How do you know that?"
"I pay attention."
You blinked at him. Then you shook your head and pushed past him, stumbling slightly on your way back to the party.
Jake watched you go.
He was definitely looking forward to Monday.
You showed up at 6:58 because you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of being late.
The library was mostly empty on a Monday night. Third floor was silent except for the hum of the vending machine and the squeak of your shoes on the floor.
Jake was already there. Of course he was.
He was sitting at a table near the window, laptop open, textbook out, pens lined up perfectly. He looked up when you approached.
"You're early," he said.
"I'm on time."
He gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit down."
You sat. Dropped your bag on the floor. Crossed your arms.
"So." He closed his laptop. "Show me your exam."
"No."
"I can help you by explaining why you failed."
Your jaw tightened. "I didn't fail. I got a 38. That's not technically failing. That's... adjacent to failing."
"38 is failing."
"It's a soft fail."
"There's no such thing."
"There is if I say there is."
Jake leaned back in his chair. Studied you. "You're going to be difficult, aren't you?"
"I'm not difficult. I'm particular."
"Same thing, different font."
You almost smiled. Almost. "Fine." You pulled the exam out of your bag and slid it across the table. "There. Happy?"
He picked it up. Read it. Didn't react. "Okay," he said. "Here's the problem. You don't know how to study."
"I know how to study."
"You know how to memorize things the night before and hope for the best. That's not studying."
"It's worked so far."
"Has it?" He held up the exam. "Because this looks like your luck ran out."
You opened your mouth. Closed it.
"Here's how this is going to work," he said. "You're going to stop pretending you're too good for this. I'm going to stop pretending you're not smart. And we're both going to get through this without killing each other."
"That last part isn't guaranteed."
He almost smiled. "Deal."
He stood up. Walked to the whiteboard the library kept in the corner. Picked up a marker.
"Come here."
You didn't move.
"I'm not going to bite." He looked over his shoulder. "Unless you want me to."
"Enough with the games Sim."
"Then come here so I can actually teach you something."
You stood up. Walked to the whiteboard. Stood as far away from him as possible while still being able to see.
He drew a curve. Labeled it. Started explaining. And he was good at it.
Not condescending. Not slow. Just clear. He asked questions and waited for answers. He didn't fill the silence when you were thinking. He let you struggle until you got it.
A hour in, you understood p-values.
"This shouldn't make sense."
"But it does."
He capped the marker. "Same time Wednesday."
"Yeah."
"Try not to be so angry next time."
"I'm not angry. You grabbed your bag. Walked toward the stairs.
"Hey," he called. You turned.
Jake was leaning against the whiteboard, arms crossed. "You're not stupid. You just don't like being bad at things. There's a difference."
"That's like the second time you've said that."
"Because you keep needing to hear it."
You left. But you thought about it the whole walk home.
The sessions blurred together. Two weeks. Four sessions. Then six.
You stopped fighting it somewhere around session three. Not because you'd given up but because you'd started to actually get it. The material made sense when Jake explained it. He had a way of breaking things down that didn't make you feel like an idiot.
He was still cocky. Still insufferable. Still looked at you like he knew something you didn't.
But you weren't snapping at him anymore. You were learning.
"You're different," Karina said one day at lunch.
"I'm not different."
"You smiled at your phone. Three times. In a row."
"I was looking at memes."
"You were texting Jake."
"I was texting Jake about homework." You threw a fry at her.
Giselle watched the exchange with amusement. "She's not wrong. You've been in a good mood lately."
"I'm in a normal mood."
"You failed a midterm and you're being tutored by a fuckboy. You should be miserable."
"Maybe I've accepted my fate."
You were mid-bite into your sandwich when a shadow fell over the table.
"Hey."
You looked up. Jake was standing there. Holding your jacket.
The jacket you'd left at his apartment two days ago after a session that ran late. The jacket you'd completely forgotten about until this exact moment.
"You left this," he said. "You keep leaving things at my place."
"I don't do it on purpose."
"Sure you don't."
He set the jacket on the table. His fingers brushed yours. Too long to be accidental.
Everyone was watching. Not just Karina and Giselle, who had both gone completely still. But the tables around you. The people walking past. The girl at the fountain who'd been trying to get Jake's attention for weeks.
Wonyoung. She was standing near your table, coffee in hand, eyes locked on you. On the jacket. On the way Jake was looking at you.
"Thanks," you said, pulling the jacket toward you.
"See you Thursday," Jake said. He walked away.
The second he was out of earshot, Karina slammed her hands on the table and screamed.
"What the fuck was that!?"
"Nothing."
"That was not nothing. That was something. He brought you your jacket. He remembered your jacket. He came to find you to give you your jacket."
"He's polite."
"He's not polite. He's a fuckboy. Fuckboys don't return jackets. They keep them as trophies."
Giselle was staring at you. "You've been to his apartment."
"For tutoring."
"You're lying."
"I'm not"
"Y/N." Karina grabbed your wrist. "Look at me. Are you sleeping with him?"
"No!"
"Are you going to sleep with him?"
"I don't- I haven't- I don't know."
Karina and Giselle exchanged a look.
"Oh my God," Giselle whispered. "She likes him."
"I don't like him."
"You like him."
"I tolerate him."
Across the courtyard, Wonyoung was still watching.
She found you after class two days later.
You were walking across campus, earbuds in, not paying attention, when a hand grabbed your arm.
You spun around. Wonyoung.
"What the hell?" you said, pulling your arm back.
"Sorry." She didn't look sorry. "I need to talk to you."
"About?"
"Jake."
You sighed. "I don't have time for this."
"It'll take two minutes."
You looked at her. She was smaller than you remembered. Prettier, too, in a polished, intentional way. Her nails were done. Her hair was curled. She looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine.
"Fine," you said. "Talk."
"What's going on with you and Jake?"
"Nothing."
"He brought you your jacket."
"He's my tutor. He was being nice."
Wonyoung's eyes narrowed. "Jake isn't nice."
"Then why do you want him so badly?"
The question caught her off guard. Her composure cracked, just slightly.
"I've been trying to get his attention for months," she said. "Months. And he's never looked at me the way he looks at you."
You didn't know what to say to that.
"I'm not trying to be mean," Wonyoung continued. "I just want to know. Are you together? Is that a thing?"
"We're not together."
"But you want to be."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
She stepped back. Crossed her arms. "Fine. Whatever. Just... don't waste him. If you're not serious about him, let him go."
"I don't think Jake Sim is the kind of guy you need to protect."
"Maybe not." Wonyoung turned to walk away. Then stopped. "But you're not the only one who sees something in him."
She left.
You stood there for a long moment.
Then you pulled out your phone.
You: Some girl just cornered me about you.
Jake: Which one?
You: Wonyoung.
Jake: Ah.
You: That's all you have to say?
Jake: She's harmless.
You: She wants you.
Jake: A lot of people want me.
You: Cocky.
Jake: Honest.
You: Same thing.
Jake: Different font.
You almost smiled.
Jake: See you Thursday.
You: See you Thursday.
You brought it up during your next session.
Not on purpose. It just slipped out.
"So Wonyoung," you said, not looking up from your notebook.
Jake didn't look up either. "What about her?"
"You two have history?"
"Define history."
"I saw her at that party cuddled up with you."
He paused. Then set his pen down. "That was before we started tutoring."
"So?"
"So, nothing. She was there. I was there. It didn't mean anything."
"It looked like it meant something."
Jake leaned back in his chair. Studied you. "Are you jealous?"
"I'm not jealous."
"Your face is red." Jake smiled. Slow. "You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous. I'm... curious."
"About my romantic history?"
"About whether you're going to keep doing that while you're supposed to be tutoring me."
"Would it bother you if I did?"
You looked at him. Really looked."Yes," you said.
The word hung in the air.
Jake didn't smile. Didn't tease. He just looked at you, and something shifted in his expression. Something softer.
"Good," he said.
"Good?"
"Good that it would bother you." He picked up his pen. "It would bother me too. If it were the other way around."
You didn't know what to say to that. So you looked back down at your notebook and pretended to study.
But you could feel him watching you. And for the first time, you didn't hate it.
It happened after a late session.
You'd been studying for three hours. Your brain was fried. Your eyes were tired. And Jake had been looking at you all night like you were something he wanted to eat.
"You're staring," you said.
"I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"About how you bite your lip when you're concentrating."
Your pen stopped moving.
"Don't," you said.
"Don't what?"
"Don't say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because we're supposed to be studying."
"We've been studying for three hours. Take a break."
"I don't need a break."
"You do." He stood up. Walked around the table. Leaned against it, right next to your chair. "You've been tensing your shoulders for the last hour. You haven't blinked in thirty seconds. You need a break."
"I need to pass this class."
"You will. But tonight you need to relax."
You looked up at him. He was close. Too close.
"And how do you suggest I do that?"
Jake's hand came up to your face. Slow. Deliberate. His thumb brushed your lower lip. "Let me," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you need."
You should have said no. You should have packed your bag and walked out and gone home and thought about this in the morning. Instead, you kissed him.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't tentative. It was hungry and frustrated and tasted like every argument you'd been having for weeks. His hands were in your hair. Your hands were on his chest. He pulled you up from the chair and pressed you against the table.
"There she is," he murmured against your mouth.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
You kissed him harder.
He laughed. Then his hands were under your shirt and your hands were in his hair and you had never wanted anyone the way you wanted him right now.
"Bedroom," he said.
"Yeah."
He took your hand.
His bedroom was dark. The sheets were rumpled. It smelled like him, clean, with something underneath that you couldn't name. He pushed the door closed and turned to look at you.
"Last chance," he said.
"For what?"
"To change your mind."
"I'm not going to change my mind."
He kissed you again. Slower this time. His hands slid under your shirt, palms flat against your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra. You gasped against his mouth.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to stop talking."
"That's not how this works." He pulled back. Looked at you. His eyes were dark. Serious. "I need to hear you say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you want this. Say you want me. Not because you're stressed. Not because of the tutoring. Because you've been thinking about this as much as I have."
Your heart was pounding.
"How do you know I've been thinking about it?"
"Because you're here. Because you kissed me first. Because you're looking at me right now like you want to climb inside my skin." He tilted his head. "Am I wrong?"
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.
"I want you," you said against his mouth. "I've wanted you since the party. Since the first session. Since you said good girl like it meant something."
"It meant something."
"Then show me."
He took his time. Unhurried. Every touch deliberate. Every kiss slower than the last. You tried to rush him. You grabbed at his belt, tugged at his shirt, tried to flip him over. He caught your wrists. Held them above your head.
"Not yet," he said. Voice low. Firm.
"Jake-"
"I've been waiting for this." His lips brushed your ear. "I'm not going to rush. You're not going to rush. You're going to take what I give you. Understood?"
You glared at him. "You're not the boss of me."
"Tonight I am."
"That's cute."
He squeezed your wrists. Not hard. Just enough. "You want to test me? Go ahead. But you're not going to win."
"You're insufferable."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's true."
He smiled. Then he released your wrists and his mouth was on your neck, your collarbone, lower. He kissed down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. He took his time there too, mouthing at the sensitive skin, breathing hot against you.
"You're so tense," he murmured.
"I'm not tense."
"You're shaking."
"I'm cold."
"You're not cold."
He looked up at you. Held your gaze. Then he lowered his mouth where you wanted him most.
You gasped. Your hands flew to his hair.
"That's it," he said against you. "Hold on."
He worked you slowly, deliberately, watching your face the whole time. Every time you got close, he pulled back. Every time you whined, he smiled.
"Please," you finally said.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
"Good girl."
He didn't stop.
His mouth was everywhere tongue flat against you, then pointed, then circling exactly where you needed him most. He groaned against your skin like he was the one getting pleased, like tasting you was his reward, not yours. His hands pinned your hips down when you tried to squirm away, holding you open for him, taking his time. He wasn't in a rush. He wanted to watch you fall apart.
When you came, you came hard, back arching off the bed, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer. He didn't let you recover. He kissed up your body, slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
You reached for him, pulled him up, tried to flip him onto his back.
He didn't move.
"Not yet," he said.
"Jake-"
"You think we're done?" He pressed his forehead to yours. His breath was hot. His voice was low. "We're just getting started."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
"Pop quiz."
You blinked. "What?"
He pulled back. Sat up on his knees. Looked down at you spread out beneath him flushed, wet, still shaking from your orgasm.
"You've been learning a lot in our sessions," he said. "But I want to make sure you're paying attention."
"To statistics?"
"To me."
He reached for his belt. Unbuckled it slowly. Pulled it free from the loops.
"This is a different kind of lesson," he said. "But the rules are the same. I ask a question. You answer. If you get it right, you get rewarded."
"And if I get it wrong?"
He folded the belt in half. Tapped it against his palm.
"You get punished."
You moaned, your stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in your belly.
"What kind of questions?"
"We'll start easy." He leaned down, kissed your neck, bit softly at your collarbone. "What's the formula for a confidence interval?"
"You're joking."
"I never joke about education."
You stared at him. He stared back. His eyes were dark. Serious. Waiting.
"Sample mean," you said slowly, "plus or minus the critical value times the standard error."
"Good job."
He kissed you. Deep. Rewarding. His hand slid between your legs, fingers finding you already wet, already ready.
"That's one," he said against your mouth. "Want another?"
"Yes."
"Then pay attention."
He flipped you onto your stomach. Pulled your hips up. The belt was still in his hand.
"What's a Type I error?" he asked.
"False positive," you said quickly. "Rejecting a true null hypothesis."
"Good."
He pushed into you from behind. No warning. No slow build. Just full, deep, stretching you open. You cried out, fingers gripping the sheets.
"Jake- fuck"
"That's one point." He pulled out almost all the way. Held there. "What's a Type II error?"
You couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He was barely inside you, just the tip, and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing.
"Jake, please-"
"Wrong answer."
The belt came down on your ass. Not hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to sting. You gasped.
"Type II error," he said calmly. "False negative. Failing to reject a false null hypothesis." He pushed back in, slow, torturous. "Try again."
"Type II-" You couldn't focus. He was moving now, shallow thrusts, not enough. "Type II is false negative-"
"Full sentence."
"Type II error is failing to reject- fuck- failing to reject a false null hypothesis."
"Good fucking girl."
He snapped his hips forward. Hard. Deep. You moaned into the pillow.
"You want another question?"
"Yes Jakey please"
"What's the difference between a one-tailed and a two-tailed test?"
You knew this. But he was fucking you now, really fucking you, and every thrust pushed the answer further out of your brain.
"A one-tailed-" He hit a spot that made your vision white out. "A one-tailed tests in one direction- two-tailed tests both-"
"Both what?"
"Both directions-"
"And when do you use each?"
"I don't- fuck, Jake- I can't-"
The belt came down again. Harder this time.
"Incorrect," he said. His voice was colder now. Disappointed. "You're not even trying."
"I am trying-"
"You're distracted." He pulled out. Flipped you onto your back. Stared down at you. "You're so fucked out you can't even answer basic questions."
Your face burned. From the sex. From the shame. From the way he was looking at you.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"Sorry isn't good enough."
He grabbed your chin. Forced you to look at him.
"You wanted this. You wanted me. Now you're going to take what I give you and you're going to earn it."
"Yes Jake"
"Shut up."
He pushed back inside you. Harder than before. Faster. His hand closed around your throat not squeezing, just holding, just reminding you who was in charge.
"I've been patient," he said, fucking you with each word. "I've been nice. I've let you be bratty and difficult and act like you're too good for this. But right now? Right now you're just a girl on her back, taking my cock because she can't handle a few simple questions."
Your eyes watered. From the sting. From the heat. From the way his words were making you feel things you didn't want to name.
"Say it," he said.
"Say what-"
"Say you're mine. Right now. In this bed. You're fucking mine."
"Mmm I'm yours-"
"Louder."
"I'm yours Jake, all yours."
He kissed you. Bruising. Claiming. His hand moved from your throat to your hair, pulling, tilting your head back.
"One more question," he said. "Get it right and I'll let you cum."
"Okay-"
"What's the probability that I'm going to stop until you've cum at least three more times?"
You blinked at him.
"That's not a real question-"
"Wrong answer."
He pulled out. Flipped you over again. Pulled your hips up and drove back in, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.
You came without warning. Without permission. Your body just broke, clenching around him, sobbing into the pillow.
He didn't stop.
"That's one," he said. "Two more to go."
"Jake- I can't-"
"You can. And you fucking will slut."
He fucked you through it. Through the oversensitivity, through the tears, through the way your arms gave out and your face pressed into the mattress.
When you came again, it was on his command. His voice in your ear. And your body obeyed.
"You're learning," he said.
He pulled out. Rolled you onto your back one last time. Stared down at you all wrecked, crying, completely undone.
"One more," he said.
"Fuck I can't-"
"You can."
He pushed back inside you. Slow this time. Gentle. His thumb found your clit and circled softly, coaxing, not demanding.
"Look at me," he said.
You looked at him.
His face was different now. Softer. His eyes were dark but not cold. He pulled you on top of him while watching you like you were something precious.
"Cum for me," he said quietly. "One more time. Nice and slow."
You came apart rolling your hips, letting it wash over you. He followed right after, buried deep, forehead pressed to yours.
Neither of you moved.
His hand came up to your face. Wiped your tears.
"You did good," he said.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"No," you agreed. "I don't."
He pulled out. Pulled you against his chest. Wrapped his arms around you.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
"For tutoring?"
"For whatever you want."
You laughed. It came out weak.
"Yeah," you said. "Same time tomorrow."
After that first night, something shifted.
Not dramatically. Not with words or labels or awkward conversations. It just happened. Slowly. Naturally.
Tutoring sessions still happened. Twice a week, sometimes three times. Jake still explained statistics with that infuriating calm, and you still rolled your eyes and snapped at him when he got too cocky. But now, when the session ended, you didn't leave right away.
The first time you stayed, it was because you were tired. Really tired. You'd been up late studying for a different exam, and when Jake finished explaining p-values for the third time, you put your head down on the table and didn't pick it back up.
"You can't sleep here," he said.
"I'm not sleeping. I'm resting my eyes."
"You're snoring."
"I don't snore."
"You're snoring right now."
You lifted your head just enough to glare at him. He was smiling with a shine to his eyes.
"Come on," he said. "The couch is more comfortable."
That was the first night you fell asleep on his couch. He threw a blanket over you and sat on the floor next to you, grading papers by the light of his laptop. When you woke up at 2 AM, he was asleep sitting up, head tilted back, mouth slightly open.
You should have gone home.
You didn't.
You pulled him down onto the couch next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you without waking up, and you fell back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
After that, it became a thing.
Some nights you slept together the real kind, the messy kind, the kind that left you breathless and sore and smiling into the dark. Other nights you just watched movies. He liked action. You liked horror. You compromised on thrillers and spent most of the time arguing about the plot.
He made you popcorn on the stove, not the microwave, because he was "not a savage." You made fun of him for it. Then you ate three servings.
You never talked about what you were.
Not once.
You were tutoring. You were sleeping together. You were cuddling on his couch at 1 AM, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, your head on his chest.
But you weren't together.
Or maybe you were. Neither of you said it.
Karina asked. Of course she did.
"So," she said one day at lunch, "are you guys like... together together?"
"I don't know."
"How do you not know?"
"Because we haven't talked about it."
"You've slept together multiple times."
"I'm aware."
"You cuddle?"
"...Yes."
"You text him good morning?"
"That's private."
"That's a yes." Karina leaned back. "You're together. You just haven't admitted it yet."
"We're not not together."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means I don't know what it means."
Giselle snorted. "That's the most non answer I've ever heard."
But they weren't wrong. Something had changed. You felt it every time Jake looked at you. Every time his hand found yours under the table. Every time he said good night like he meant stay.
You just didn't know how to name it.
Neither did he.
Jake's friends noticed before he did.
Or maybe they noticed first. He'd been different lately. Softer. He laughed more. He checked his phone more. He left parties early without explanation.
"You're whipped," Sunghoon said.
"I'm not whipped."
"You left Jay's party at 10 PM because she texted you."
"I was tired."
"You've never been tired at parties."
Jake didn't have an answer for that.
They were at their usual table on campus, halfway through lunch. Jay was picking at his food. Heeseung was scrolling on his phone.
"So," Jay said, "are you going to ask her out or what?"
"We're already... doing things."
"Doing things isn't dating."
"We watch movies."
"That's not dating either."
"We sleep together."
Jay raised his eyebrows. "Okay, that's closer. But still not dating."
Jake ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what we are."
"Then ask her."
"It's not that simple."
"Why not?"
Because he was scared. Because he'd never done this before. Because every time he looked at you, he felt something he couldn't name, and naming it made it real, and real meant he could lose it.
"Because," he said.
"Great reason."
Heeseung looked up from his phone. "You like her."
"I know I like her."
"Then do something about it."
Jake was quiet for a moment. Then he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Sunghoon asked.
"To find her. She has class in twenty minutes. I'm going to walk with her."
Jay cheered. "That's adorable."
"Shut up."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not blushing."
Jake flipped him off and walked away.
Behind him, he heard Sunghoon say, "Told you. Whipped."
He didn't turn around.
You were sitting on a bench near the science building, Karina on one side and Giselle on the other, when the topic of Jake came up.
It always came up lately.
"So," Karina said, kicking your foot, "have you guys talked about it yet?"
"Talked about what?"
"About what you are."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't know what to say."
Giselle leaned in. "You could start with 'I like you.'"
"I don't even know if he wants that."
Karina stared at you. "Are you serious?"
"What?"
"He cuddles you. He makes you popcorn. He walked you home in the rain last week. He looks at you like you hung the moon."
"He looks at everyone like that."
"He absolutely does not. I've seen him look at other girls. He looks at them like he's deciding what to order for dinner. He looks at you like he's already eaten and he's still hungry."
Giselle nodded. "She's right. He's down bad."
"He's not down bad."
"He texted you good morning every day for two weeks."
You laughed. "You guys are insane."
"We're realistic. You're the one who's in denial."
"Fine. Maybe I like him."
"Maybe?"
"Okay. I like him."
"And?" Karina prompted.
"And... I don't know what to do about it."
"You could start by not hiding it."
"I'm not hiding it."
"You literally just whispered 'I like him' like it was a secret."
"It's not a secret."
"Then say it louder."
"I like him," you said, normal volume.
"Louder."
"I like him!"
"And?"
"I like Jake Sim!."
"And?"
"And I want him to be my boyfriend!."
The words echoed across the courtyard.
You froze.
Because standing ten feet away, right at the edge of the path, was Jake.
He had his hands in his pockets. His head was tilted. And he was smiling.
"Is that so?" he asked.
Your face went red. Karina and Giselle dissolved into giggles behind you.
"Jake-" you started.
"I like you too, by the way." He walked closer. Stopped in front of you. "And I want to be your boyfriend."
"You heard that?"
"Everyone heard that."
You looked around. A few people were staring. Someone was openly filming.
"Oh my God."
"Yeah." Jake was still smiling. "So. Boyfriend?"
"Shut up."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a shut up."
"I'll take that as a yes."
He leaned down and kissed you. Right there. In front of everyone. Karina whooped. Giselle clapped.
When he pulled back, your face was somehow even redder.
"I hate you," you said.
"No, you don't."
"You're right," you agreed.
"Good. Now walk me to class."
"You walk me to class."
He laughed. Took your hand. Pulled you up from the bench.
"See you later," he said to Karina and Giselle.
You didn't look back. Jake's hand was warm in yours.
"So," he said. "Boyfriend."
"Don't push it."
"Too late. I'm pushing it."
"You're insufferable."
"Your insufferable boyfriend."
You stopped walking. Looked at him.
"My boyfriend," you said.
"Yeah."
"Like, officially?"
"Like officially."
You kissed him again. Quick. Soft.
"Wow that was easy hmm okay," you said.
"Okay?"
"Okay, boyfriend."
He grinned.
"Now walk me to class," you said.
"Yes, ma'am."
He didn't let go of your hand the whole way.
You were exhausted.
Not because you hadn't slept. You had. But you'd slept with Jake, which meant you'd stayed up late talking, then not talking, then talking again. By the time you actually fell asleep, it was almost 3 AM.
Now you were in Professor Lee's lecture, and your eyelids were winning the war.
You rested your head on your hand. Blinked. Blinked again.
Your eyes closed.
"You're falling asleep," a voice whispered.
Jake. He was sitting next to you. He'd started sitting next to you in every class you shared, which was three. He said it was "strategic." You said it was "clingy."
"I'm not falling asleep," you murmured. "I'm resting my eyes."Your head slipped off your hand. You caught yourself just before it hit the desk.
Jake laughed quietly.
"Go away," you mumbled.
"No."
"Then let me sleep."
"You can't sleep in class."
"Watch me."
You put your head down on the desk. Your eyes closed. The professor's voice faded into background noise.
You were almost there. Almost asleep.
Then you felt it.
Jake's hand on your thigh.
You didn't move. Didn't react. Maybe he was just...
His hand slid higher. Your eyes opened.
"Jake," you whispered.
"Shh."
"What are you doing?"
"Keeping you awake."
"This isn't keeping me awake."
His fingers found the button of your jeans. Your breath caught.
"Stop," you whispered.
"Do you want me to stop?"
You didn't answer. He took that as a no.
Jake's fingers worked the button of your jeans open. Slow. Deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.
You should have stopped him.
You were in class. In the third row. Professor Lee was ten feet away, droning on about statistical significance. There were people on either side of you. People behind you. People who could look up at any moment and see exactly what was happening.
You should have stopped him.
You didn't.
His hand slipped inside your jeans. Past the waistband of your underwear. His fingers were warm, fingertips rough against your skin, and he moved with the confidence of someone who already knew exactly where to touch.
"You're wet," he murmured, so quiet only you could hear.
"Jake."
"You've been thinking about this?"
"No."
"Liar."
His finger circled your clit. Once. Twice. You bit your lip to keep from making a sound.
"Look at me," he said.
You turned your head. His eyes were dark. Focused. That stupid smirk was gone, replaced by something hungrier.
"Don't make a sound," he said.
"I won't."
He slid a finger inside you.
Your hand flew to your mouth. You pressed your knuckles against your lips, breathing hard through your nose. The professor kept talking. No one looked back. No one knew.
Except Jake.
He added a second finger. Curled them. Hit a spot that made your vision blur.
"Jake," you breathed.
"Shh."
"Someone's going to see."
"Then you'd better be quiet love."
He pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, watching your face the whole time. His thumb pressed against your clit with every thrust. You were gripping the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles were white.
"So tight," he murmured. "You're going to cum already?"
"No."
"You're close. I can feel it."
"You can't-"
"I can feel everything." He leaned closer. His lips brushed your ear. "I can feel how much you want this. How much you want me. You're dripping down my fingers princess."
Your face burned. Your body burned. Everything burned.
"Please," you whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
He didn't.
His fingers moved faster. Harder. His thumb pressed down. You were shaking, legs trembling under the desk, teeth sinking into your knuckle to muffle the sounds.
"That's it," he whispered. "Cum for me. Right here. In class. With everyone watching."
It ripped through you, sudden and violent, your back arching, your eyes squeezing shut. You bit down so hard on your hand you left marks. Jake's fingers kept moving, working you through it, prolonging it until you were nothing but static.
When you finally opened your eyes, he was smiling.
"I hate you."
"You just came on my fingers in the middle of class."You're going to thank me later."
He pulled his hand out of your jeans. Slowly. Deliberately. And then still watching you he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
One by one.
His eyes never left yours. You forgot how to breathe.
"Jake," you said. Your voice came out strangled.
"Yeah?"
"We need to leave."
"Class isn't over."
"I don't care."
"You don't?"
"No."
You stood up. Grabbed your bag. Your legs were still shaking. Jake watched you with that infuriating calm, like he knew exactly what was coming next.
"Y/N," he said.
"Get up Jake."
"Where are we going?"
"Bathroom. Janitor's closet. Your car. I don't care. Get up."
He stood. Sling his bag over his shoulder. His hand found the small of your back as you walked toward the door. Professor Lee didn't even look up.
The second you were in the hallway, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the stairwell.
"Impatient," he said.
"Shut up."
"You dragged me out of class."
"Shut up."
"You must really want-"
You pushed him against the wall of the stairwell and kissed him. Hard. His hands went to your waist. Yours went to his belt.
"Someone could come in," he said against your mouth.
"Then you'd better be quiet."
He laughed. "Learning from me?"
"You started it in class."
"I was keeping you awake."
"You think you're funny," you said while dropping to your knees.
Jake's breath hitched.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah. Oh."
Your hands found his belt. Unbuckled it. Pulled it open. His jeans came next, then his boxers, and he was already hard, already leaking, already looking down at you like he couldn't believe this was happening.
"You've been thinking about this," you said.
"Every day."
"Every session?"
"Every single one."
You wrapped your hand around him. Stroked once. Twice. He groaned, head falling back against the wall.
"Shh," you said. "Be quiet."
"You be quiet."
"I'm not the one who's going to make noise."
"You're about to be."
You leaned forward. Took him in your mouth.
His hand flew to your hair. Not pushing. Just holding. Just feeling.
You started slow. Teasing. Tongue flat against the underside, then pointed, then circling the tip. He tasted like salt and soap and something else you couldn't name.
"Jesus," he breathed.
You pulled off. Looked up at him.
"If I can be quiet during class," you said, "you can be quiet in a stairwell."
"That's different-"
His grip tightened in your hair. "You're evil," he said.
"You like it."
"I hate it."
"No, you don't."
You took him again. Deeper this time. He groaned, low and rough, and you felt it in your chest.
You set a rhythm. Slow. Deliberate. Every time he got close to the edge, you pulled back. Let him cool down. Started again.
He was a mess in your hands. Leaning against the wall, head back, jaw slack, breathing in short, sharp gasps.
"You're killing me," he whispered.
You took him deeper. Swallowed around him. His hips jerked.
"Fuck-"
A door opened above you.
Footsteps. Echoing down the stairs.
Someone was coming.
Jake's eyes flew open. He reached for your shoulders, tried to pull you off.
"Stop," he whispered. "Someone's-"
You didn't stop.
"Y/N-"
You looked up at him. Didn't let go. Didn't slow down.
His face was going through all kinds of emotions. Fear and pleasure and something darker, something hungrier. He was frozen, torn between pushing you away and holding you there.
The footsteps got closer.
Jake clamped a hand over his own mouth.
You smiled around him.
The footsteps passed. A door opened. Closed.
Silence.
Jake pulled you off by your hair. Not hard. Just enough.
"You didn't stop," he said.
"And?"
His eyes were black. His chest was heaving.
"You're going to regret that," he said.
"No, I'm not."
He grabbed you by the jaw and pressed you against the wall, back to concrete, his body flush against your chest.
"You think you're in control," he said into your ear.
"I know I am."
"You're not."
His hand fisted in your hair. Tilted your head back.
"Open," he said.
You opened your mouth.
He pushed inside. Not gentle. Not slow. Rough and deep and exactly what you'd been waiting for.
"You wanted to play," he said, thrusting into your mouth. "Now you're going to finish what you started."
His hand held you in place. His hips snapped forward. He fucked your mouth like he'd been holding back the whole time and he had finally snapped.
You gagged. Tears pricked your eyes. You didn't pull away.
"That's it," he groaned. "That's my girl."
He was messy. Sloppy. Spit dripped down your chin. He didn't care. Neither did you.
"I'm close," he said. "You're going to take all of it like a champ right?"
You looked up at him. Nodded as best you could.
He came with a choked sound, buried deep in your throat, and you swallowed everything. Didn't miss a drop.
He pulled out. Stepped back to admire you.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Looked up at him.
He was wrecked. Hair a mess. Chest still heaving. Looking at you like you'd just ruined him for anyone else.
"Good girl," he said, voice hoarse.
You stood up. Fixed your clothes. Fixed his.
"We're going to be late for class," you said.
"I don't care."
"You should care. You're a tutor."
"I'm your tutor." He kissed you. Soft this time. Almost sweet. He took your hand. Led you back toward the door.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
"Same stairwell?"
"Same stairwell."
You laughed. Pushed the door open.
The hallway was empty.
No one knew what had just happened.
That was the best part, it was yours and Jakes dirty secret.
Parties weren't your thing anymore. Or maybe they were, but you'd rather be on Jake's couch, wrapped in his hoodie, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin while some terrible action movie played in the background.
But Jake had asked.
"Come with me," he'd said, tugging on the sleeve of his black button down. The one that made your brain short-circuit.
"Why?"
"Because I want to show you off."
"You want to show me off?"
"Yeah." He said it like it was obvious. "You're hot. I'm hot. We're hot together. People should know."
So now you were here.
The music was loud enough to feel in your teeth, and the lights were low enough that you could pretend no one was staring.
But they were staring.
Because you walked in with Jake's hand on your lower back, his fingers pressed into the curve of your waist, and everyone noticed.
That's Jake's girl.
Damn, they look good together.
You danced with Jake. You drank something sweet that he handed you. You met his friends properly met them, not just the passing introductions from before.
"I'm going to grab a drink. You want one?"
"Yeah. Same thing."
"Be right back."
He disappeared into the crowd.
That's when she found you.
"You think you're so special."
You turned. Wonyoung.
She was standing a few feet away, drink in hand, eyes sharp. She looked good she always looked good but there was something brittle about her tonight. Something desperate.
"Wonyoung," you said.
"Don't say my name like you know me."
"I don't know you. That's the point."
She stepped closer. "You think you've won."
"I'm not playing a game."
She stepped closer. Close enough that you could smell her perfume. "He's going to get bored of you," she said. "He gets bored of everyone. You're not special. You're just the one who said no first. That's all this is. A challenge. Once he wins, he'll move on."
"You already tried that line."
"Because it's true."
"It's not."
"How do you know?"
You tilted your head. "Because I'm here. And you're not."
Her face twisted. "You're such a bitch."
"And you're obsessed with my boyfriend. Which one's worse?"
"You're not even-"
"I'm not even what? His girlfriend?" You smiled. "I am. He asked. I said yes. Sorry you had to find out like this."
Wonyoung's face went red. Then white. Then red again.
"You're lying." She looked like she wanted to throw her drink in your face. You almost wished she would. At least then you'd have an excuse.
But before she could move, a hand landed on your waist. Jake.
"I leave for five minutes," he said, voice calm, "and you're already causing trouble."
"I'm not causing anything. She started it."
Jake looked at Wonyoung. His expression didn't change, but something behind his eyes went cold.
"Wonyoung," he said. "We've talked about this."
"Have we?" She laughed. "You've been ignoring me for weeks. You don't return my texts. You don't even look at me anymore."
"Because I have nothing to say to you."
"You had plenty to say before."
"That was before." He stepped closer to you. His hand stayed on your waist. "Before her."
Wonyoung's eyes flicked to you. Filled with something ugly.
"I'm going to say this once," Jake said. "Stay away from her. Stay away from me. If I hear about you coming near her again, talking to her, texting her, even looking at her I'm going to make sure everyone knows exactly what you've been doing."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
Wonyoung stared at him. Then at you. Then back at him.
"I loved you," she whispered.
"No." Jake shook his head. "You wanted to win me. There's a difference."
She didn't respond instead she turned and walked away.
Jake's hand was still on your waist. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's not worth my energy."
He watched your face for a long moment. Looking for cracks. Finding none. You let the silence stretch. Let your heartbeat slow. Then you looked up at him.
"I've been meaning to tell you something."
"I got a 95 on the test."
Jake blinked. "What?"
"The exam. The one you've been tutoring me for. 95 percent."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"Show me."
You pulled out your phone. Opened the grade portal. Turned the screen toward him.
95. Right there. Jake stared at it. Then at you. Then back at the screen.
"You did that," he said.
"We did that."
"No." He shook his head. "You did that. I just explained things. You did the work."
"Jake-"
"95 percent." He was smiling now. The one that made your chest ache. "That's my girl."
Your face went warm. "Don't."
"My girl with the 95."
"Jake."
"My girl who's going to pass the class with flying colors because she's smarter than she gives herself credit for."
"Okay, okayyyy"
"My girl."
He kissed you.
Not hard. Not desperate. Soft. Slow. Like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
"I'm proud of you," he said. "Like, really proud."
"I know."
"Like, I'm going to tell everyone how proud I am."
"Please don't."
"Too late. I'm already texting Sunghoon."
"Jake!"
He was already typing. Grinning. You laughed. Hit his chest. He caught your hand and held it.
"Same time tomorrow?"
You looked at him. The cocky tutor who'd gotten under your skin. The guy who remembered your coffee order and mopped on Mondays and looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
!! pairing: jake sim + park sunghoon x fem. reader
!! synopsis: after a messy breakup your best friend says you needed to get laid, she wasn't wrong. and luckily for you two strangers at a party decide you're exactly what they want. one night. no feelings. no promises.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), dom ish jake, dom ish hoon, sub reader, threesome, oral, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, spanking, mxm if u squint, cream pie, squirting, multiple rounds, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), praising, tit play, spit kink, prob more js lmk!!
!! wc: 4.5k
!! a/n: forgive me for the straight filth i have written i js wanna be sandwiched between jakehoon
Three months. That's how long it had been since you'd felt anything but numb.
Ningning set the soju down. "When's the last time you've seen someone other than me?"
The silence was an answer enough.
"That's what I thought." She was already on her phone. "There's a party tonight. You're coming. Wear the black dress your shitty ex said made you look desperate."
You almost smiled. "He said that?"
"He said a lot of things that weren't true. Prove him wrong."
The party was loud, crowded, and exactly what you needed to stop thinking.
Ningning disappeared within five minutes, leaving you with a drink and a spot by the window. You were watching the door, half planning your exit, when you felt it. A gaze. Heavy. Intentional.
You turned.
Two men stood near the balcony. Both tall. Both looking at you.
The first had honey brown hair and a smile already forming, like he'd been waiting. Jake.
The second was colder. Dark hair, dark eyes. No smile. Just watching, his gaze trailing down your body and back up slow enough that you felt it like a touch. Sunghoon.
Neither looked away.
You should have looked away first. Found Ningning. Gone home. But you were tired of playing it safe. So you held their gazes. Let them see you weren't scared.
Jake's smile widened. He pushed off the doorframe and walked over, appearing at your side like he'd been there all night.
"You looked lonely," he said.
"I wasn't."
"You were staring at the door."
"Maybe I was leaving."
"Were you?"
You looked at him. "No," you admitted.
He laughed, low and pleased. Then the music shifted slower, a bass that crept under your skin. He tilted his head toward the dance floor.
"Dance with me." He reached for your hand. His fingers were warm. You let him pull you onto the floor.
His hands found your hips. Light. Testing. When you didn't pull away, they settled there, fingers pressing into the silk of your dress. He pulled you closer, not rough, just until there was barely space between you.
His hand slid up your back, pressed flat between your shoulder blades. Your body arched into him without permission. He smiled you felt it against your temple and then his thigh pushed between yours and you forgot to think at all.
Across the room, over Jake's shoulder, you saw Sunghoon. He hadn't moved from the balcony. But his posture had changed. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Watching Jake's hands on you. Watching you.
You held his gaze. Even as Jake spun you. Even as his hand slid to your thigh. You kept your eyes on Sunghoon, and he kept his on you, and something passed between you across the crowded floor.
The song ended. Jake pulled back, breathless, still smiling.
His thumb traced your hip bone. "Don't worry about him." He nodded toward Sunghoon. "He's just watching. For now."
"For now?"
Jake's smile turned knowing. "Come find us later." He let you go and walked away.
You stood there for a moment. Then you turned and nearly walked straight into Sunghoon.
He'd crossed the room without you noticing. Close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.
"Sorry," you said.
He didn't smile. He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, then at the spot on your hip where Jake's hand had been.
"He's obvious," Sunghoon said.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning he shows what he wants too early." He stepped closer. His chest nearly brushed yours. "I don't."
You raised an eyebrow. "And what do you want?"
He leaned in. His lips brushed your ear. "You'll find out."
Then he walked away leaving you breathless.
The party had shifted. The music was still loud enough to feel, but people had stopped moving between rooms and started sinking into corners. A couple kissed against the kitchen counter and someone laughed too loud near the balcony.
You should have been looking for Ningning. Or the door.
Instead, you found yourself scanning the room. Your gaze drifted across faces you didn't care about, landed on a girl laughing at her phone, skipped over a guy passed out on an armchair.
And then you found them.
Jake was sprawled on the far couch, one arm stretched across the back, head tilted as he listened to someone speak. But his eyes weren't on the person talking. They were on you.
Sunghoon sat beside him, more contained. Elbows on his knees. Drink dangling between his fingers. He wasn't looking at you. He was looking at his glass, turning it slowly, like he was bored.
You looked away first. Took a breath. Told yourself you were being ridiculous. You were enjoying the party. That was all. After three months of hiding, you were finally enjoying yourself. And maybe a small part of that enjoyment had to do with the way Jake had smiled at you. The way Sunghoon had looked at your lips. The way they'd both made you feel like you weren't invisible.
That was fine. That was normal.
You stood up to find the bathroom. Just to breathe.
You made it three steps.
Jake caught your wrist first gentle but stopping you. Then Sunghoon's hand settled on your lower back from behind, fingers spread wide.
You were between them before you fully understood what was happening.
"She's nervous," Sunghoon said quietly.
"I'm not nervous."
"No?" His voice was low, almost amused. "Your heart's racing."
You hadn't realized he could feel it through the silk.
"So?"
"So it's okay." His hand slid from your back to your hip, turning you slightly, positioning you between them. "We are too."
Jake's free hand came up to your chin, tilting your face toward his. "We don't normally do this," he said. "We don't approach people at parties. We don't wait for someone to look up."
"So why me?"
"Because you stand out from the rest," Jake said.
"And because you're hot," Sunghoon added.
You laughed. "Smooth."
"Not trying to be smooth." Jake's thumb brushed your lower lip. "Trying to be honest."
"About what?"
They exchanged a look over your head. Then Jake leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.
"About what we want."
"And what's that?"
Sunghoon answered from behind you. "You. Tonight. No feelings. No promises. Just tonight. Just us."
Your breath caught.
Jake's hand cupped your jaw. "Let us show you."
The party continued around you laughter, music but here, in this corner, the world had narrowed to three people.
You thought about the last three months. The numbness. The ghost you'd become in your own life. Then you thought about the way they looked at you like you were something worth seeing.
"Okay," you said.
Jake's smile was slow. "Okay?"
"Okay. Tonight. No feelings. No promises."
Sunghoon leaned in. His lips brushed the curve of your shoulder. Just barely. Just enough to make you shiver.
"Deal."
Their apartment was top floor. Floor to ceiling windows. Dark except for city lights. Jake locked the door behind you. The click was loud in the quiet.
"Last chance," he said. "If you want to leave."
You turned to face both of them. "Do you want me to leave?"
Jake shook his head slowly. "No."
Sunghoon said nothing. Just watched.
"Then stop asking."
Jake's smile softened. Sunghoon crossed the room toward you. Stopped inches away. Reached out and traced the strap of your dress with one finger, pushing it down your shoulder slowly.
"The rules," Sunghoon said. "Say them for me."
"One night. No feelings. No promises."
Sunghoon's hand cupped your face, tilting it up. His thumb traced your bottom lip. Jake came up behind you, chest pressing against your back, hands settling on your hips.
"When's the last time someone took care of you hmm?" Jake murmured against your ear.
You couldn't remember.
"That's what I thought." His hands slid up your sides. "It's ok we're going to take care of you tonight."
Sunghoon's dark eyes held yours.
"Bedroom," he said.
Jake's hands tightened on your hips.
"You heard him."
They walked you down the hallway together.
The bedroom was dark except for the city lights filtering through the windows. A large bed in the center, gray sheets, pillows piled at the head. It smelled like them clean and warm.
Sunghoon stopped by the bed. Jake stopped behind you.
Jake's hands found the zipper of your dress. He didn't pull it down. Just held it. Waiting.
"Last chance," he said softly. "After this, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."
You turned in his arms so you could see both of them.
Jake, could barely contain himself, his chest rising and falling like he'd been running. Sunghoon, patiently watching you like you were something precious.
They were beautiful. Both of them. In completely different ways.
And they were looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
So you reached up, pulled Jake down by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him.
He made a sound low, surprised, pleased and then his hands were everywhere. In your hair, on your waist, gripping your ass through the thin dress. He kissed like he was hungry, like he'd been waiting all night for this, and you kissed him back just as hard because, it had been so long since you'd felt anything this good.
Behind you, Sunghoon pressed against your back. His hands slid up your arms, over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down as he went. His hands reached the zipper. He pulled it down in one smooth motion. The dress pooled at your feet.
You weren't wearing a bra.
Jake pulled back just enough to look. His eyes went dark.
"Fuck," he breathed.
Sunghoon said nothing. He just turned you around to face him, his hands on your bare waist, his gaze dropping to your chest.
"Stop looking at me like that and do something." You said getting frustrated from the lack of action.
Sunghoon's mouth curved. Just barely. Then he bent his head and took your nipple into his mouth.
Your hand flew to his hair. He was good at this almost too good, like he knew exactly how much pressure, exactly how much tongue, exactly when to graze his teeth. You moaned, loud enough that Jake laughed behind you.
"Yeah," Jake said, stepping closer, pressing against your back again. His hands slid around your hips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. "Let him hear you, princess."
The pet name sent a jolt through you.
Sunghoon switched to the other nipple, his hand coming up to pinch the first one, rolling it between his fingers. Your knees buckled slightly. Jake caught you, held you up, you could feel him hard and warm against you.
"You like that?" Jake murmured against your ear. "You like when he plays with your pretty tits?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
You blinked. Turned your head. Jake's expression was still warm, but there was something sharper underneath.
"Yes, sir," you tried.
His smile widened. "Good girl."
Sunghoon pulled off your nipple with a wet pop. He looked up at you through his lashes, dark hair falling across his forehead. "Get on the bed."
You climbed onto the gray sheets, knees sinking into the mattress. Jake followed, crawling up behind you. Sunghoon stayed at the edge, watching, his eyes trailing down your body like he was memorizing it.
"On your back," Jake said. "Hands above your head. Don't move them."
You obeyed. Back against the pillows, arms stretched above you, almost completely bare. The city lights painted shadows across your skin.
Jake knelt beside you. Sunghoon climbed on from the other side. His hand rested on your stomach, then his fingertips started to slide into your panties.
Sunghoon began to press hard against your cunt, feeling the wetness soaking through the fabric. Your breath hitched.
Jake leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, he whispered, "we're going to make you feel so good you forget your own name."
He kissed you. Deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours, his hand cupping your jaw to hold you in place. While he kissed you, Sunghoon hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down your legs. You lifted your hips to help. Jake bit your lower lip for it.
"Patience," he said.
Sunghoon tossed your panties aside and settled between your legs. He pushed your thighs apart, his hands strong and sure, and then he just looked at you. Naked. Spread open. Wet.
"Look at that," he said softly. "She's already soaked."
Jake pulled back to see. His hand slid down your body, between your legs, his fingers parting you gently. "Fuck. Hoon, look."
Sunghoon leaned closer. His breath ghosted over your clit. You jerked.
"Please," you heard yourself say.
"Please what?" Sunghoon asked.
"Please touch me."
"We are touching you."
"Please, I want more."
Sunghoon looked up at Jake. Some silent communication passed between them. Then Jake nodded.
Sunghoon lowered his mouth to you.
The first lick was soft. Tentative, almost. Just the flat of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. You moaned, hips bucking. He held them down with one hand flat on your stomach.
"Stay still," he said against you. "Or I stop."
He knew exactly what he was doing, flicking his tongue over your clit, sucking it gently between his lips, dipping lower to taste your entrance before dragging back up. Your hands stayed above your head but your fingers curled into fists, your knuckles white.
Jake watched from beside you, his hand stroking your hair. "You're doing so well," he said softly. "Taking what he gives you. Not complaining."
Sunghoon slipped one finger inside you. Then two. Curled them. Found the spot that made your back arch.
"There," you gasped. "Right there, fuck don't stop-"
Sunghoon stopped.
You almost cried.
"Why," you whimpered.
"You said don't stop." His fingers were still inside you, still, not moving.
"That's not-"
"That's exactly what you said." He looked up at you, mouth wet, eyes dark. "Ask nicely."
"Please keep going."
"Nicer."
"Please, Sunghoon, I need-"
"What do you need?"
"Your mouth. Your fingers. Anything. Please Hoon."
He smiled. It was the first real smile you'd seen from him. "My good girl," he said. Then he put his mouth back on your clit and started fucking you with his fingers.
You came apart in seconds. The orgasm ripped through you without warning your whole body tensing, a scream caught in your throat, your hips grinding against his face even as he held you down. He didn't stop. He kept licking, kept fingering, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive and begging him to stop.
Only then did he pull back.
"One," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"One what?"
"One orgasm." He looked at Jake. "She's got at least three more in her."
Jake grinned. "I'll take the next one."
He shifted, positioning himself between your legs. Sunghoon moved to the side, but he didn't leave his hand found yours, interlacing your fingers, holding on.
"Arms up," Jake said. "Keep them there."
You did. Barely.
Jake didn't use his fingers or his mouth. He used the head of his cock still clothed, still behind his jeans, but he pressed the hard length of it against your clit through the fabric and rocked slowly.
"You feel that?" he asked. "That's what you're going to take. But first-" He reached down, unzipped his jeans, freed himself. He was big. Thick. Your mouth watered.
"First," he continued, stroking himself slowly, "you're going to open that pretty mouth and show me how grateful you are."
You sat up. Reached for him.
He caught your wrist. "Ah. What did I say about hands?"
"Above my head."
"And where are they now?"
"Not above my head."
"That's right." He pushed you back down against the pillows, not roughly, but firmly. "Keep them there or I'll tie them there. Understand?"
You nodded.
"Words."
"Yes, sir."
He straddled your chest, knees on either side of you, and leaned forward so his cock hovered over your mouth. "Open."
You opened. He slid inside not all the way, just the tip, just enough for you to taste him.
"That's it," he breathed. "Just like that. Tongue out."
You obeyed. He pushed deeper, watching your face, watching his cock disappear between your lips. His hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck," he said softly. "You look so pretty like this. Taking all of me."
You hadn't taken all of him. Not even close. But you wanted to. You relaxed your throat, tried to pull him deeper. He groaned.
"Eager much," Sunghoon observed from beside you. His hand was still in yours, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. "I like it."
Jake pulled out. Just long enough to spit in your mouth thick and warm before pushing back in. The wetness made it easier, slicker. You moaned around him.
"Yeah," Jake said. "You like that? You like when I spit in your mouth?"
You couldn't answer. He was too deep. All you could do was hum.
"She loves it," Sunghoon said. He released your hand and moved behind Jake. You watched through half closed eyes as Sunghoon pressed against Jake's back.
Jake's hips stuttered.
"Oh, fuck," Jake breathed.
Sunghoon's hand slid down Jake's stomach, wrapped around the base of Jake's cock where it disappeared into your mouth.
"Sharing is caring," Sunghoon murmured against Jake's skin. "Don't forget."
Jake's eyes fluttered shut. "I'm not going to finish i'm just-"
"You were."
You couldn't see Sunghoon's expression, but you felt the shift in the room. The energy changed. Jake's dominance wavered, just slightly, and Sunghoon stepped into the gap.
"Pull out," Sunghoon said quietly.
Jake pulled out. His cock was slick with your saliva, standing hard and wet in the dim light.
"On your back," Sunghoon told him.
Jake lay back beside you, chest heaving, brown hair sticking to his forehead. For the first time all night, he looked unsure. Wanting. Submissive.
Sunghoon turned to you. "You want to taste him again?"
"Yes."
"Then get on top of him. But don't let him cum. Not yet."
You climbed over Jake, straddling his face instead of his cock. He looked up at you, confused for a moment until Sunghoon guided your hips down, lowering your cunt to Jake's mouth.
"Suck her clit," Sunghoon ordered. "Make her wet. While she sucks your cock."
Jake's eyes went wide. Then he opened his mouth and pulled you down onto his tongue.
You gasped. Sunghoon guided your head down toward Jake's cock, and you took him into your mouth without hesitation both of you moaning at the same time. Jake's tongue worked your clit in tight circles while you bobbed your head on his shaft, taking him deeper each time.
Sunghoon knelt behind you. His hands gripped your hips, helping you move, setting the rhythm. His cock pressed against your hips through his pants still clothed, but you could feel how hard he was.
"Look at you two," he said softly. "So fucking pretty."
You looked up at him through your lashes, Jake's cock still in your mouth. Sunghoon's expression had shifted softer now. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping a strand of saliva from your chin.
"You're doing so well," he said quietly. "Both of you."
Jake moaned beneath you, his hips bucking up into your throat. You choked slightly. Sunghoon's hand tightened on your hip.
"Not yet," he reminded Jake. "Hold it."
Jake whimpered. Actually whimpered. The sound went straight between your legs.
Sunghoon pulled you off Jake, ignoring your noise of protest. He flipped you onto your back, spread your legs, and buried two fingers inside you without warning.
You screamed.
"Shh," he said, pumping his fingers in you. "Look at you all fucked out. Bet you want more don't you?" "Want Jake to fuck you like his little whore?"
"I want- fuck I need but I can't-"
"You can and you will." He said as you almost came undone again.
But before you could Jake moved you. He rolled on top of you, positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
"Look at me," he said while pushing into you.
Slow. Inch by inch. Your walls stretched around him, gripping him, pulling him deeper. His forehead dropped to yours.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel unreal"
"Move," you said.
He moved slow at first. Deep strokes that made your eyes roll back. His hand found yours, pinning it beside your head, fingers lacing together. He kissed you messy and desperate.
"You're so tight," he groaned against your mouth. "So fucking tight, baby. You like my cock? You like how I fill you up?"
"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, yes, yes-"
He snapped his hips harder. Faster. The wet sounds of him fucking you filled the room, mixed with your moans and his breathless curses.
Sunghoon appeared beside you. His hand wrapped around your throat not applying too much pressure but squeezing against your pulse.
"You're going to cum again," he said. "And when you do, you're going to look at me."
"I can't- I'm close-"
"Look at me doll."
You met his eyes. Dark. Intent. Watching you fall apart.
Jake hit something inside you something deep, something electric and you shattered. Your body convulsed around him, your cunt squeezing his cock so hard he cried out. You kept your eyes on Sunghoon the whole time, and he held your gaze, and when you came, he smiled.
"Making me so proud," he said softly.
Jake pulled out. He was shaking, his cock wet with you, his chest heaving.
"You're not done yet." Sunghoon said looking at both you and Jake.
Sunghoon positioned you on your hands and knees. Your arms were shaking, your thighs slick, but you held yourself up. Jake knelt in front of you, his cock level with your mouth.
"Open," he said.
You opened. He slid inside, shallow at first, then deeper when you didn't gag. Behind you, Sunghoon pressed against your ass. You felt him unfasten his pants, felt the heat of his cock against your entrance.
"Ready?" he asked.
You nodded as best you could with Jake in your mouth.
Sunghoon pushed inside you in one slow, steady thrust.
You screamed around Jake's cock. The stretch was almost too much. Sunghoon was bigger than Jake, thicker, and he filled you completely. He paused once he was fully seated, his hands gripping your hips, his breathing ragged.
"You're okay," he said. "Breathe."
You breathed. Your body adjusted. The pain faded into something else, pleasure, a pressure that built behind your navel.
"Move please," you said around Jake's cock.
Sunghoon moved.
He started slow, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Jake matched his rhythm, thrusting into your mouth in time with Sunghoon's thrusts into your cunt. They worked together like they'd done this before.
Jake's hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place. "Taking us both so well," he groaned. "Such a good little cocksleeve, aren't you?"
You moaned in answer.
Sunghoon's hand came down on your ass sharp, stinging. You jolted forward, taking Jake deeper. Sunghoon spanked you again, harder, and you felt the heat spread across your skin.
"You like that?" Sunghoon asked. "You like when I hit you?"
"Fuck yes- love it so much."
He spanked you again, and you pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper. He groaned.
"Fuck. She's going to make me cum."
"Not yet," Jake said. He pulled out of your mouth, his cock slick with your saliva. "Switch."
They moved you like you weighed nothing flipping you onto your back, positioning pillows under your hips. Sunghoon settled between your legs, pushing back inside you while Jake knelt beside your head.
"I want you to cum on his cock first," Jake said, stroking himself slowly. "And then I'm going to cum on your pretty tits. And then-" He looked at Sunghoon. "Then you're going to make her squirt."
You'd never squirted before. You opened your mouth to say so.
Sunghoon shut you up by fucking you harder.
He wasn't gentle anymore. He was rough, relentless, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to shove you up the bed. His thumb found your clit, pressing down in tight circles.
"Right there," you gasped. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-"
You came. Your third orgasm crashed through you, your cunt clenching around him, your back arching off the bed. He fucked you through it, not slowing down, not stopping, pushing you past pleasure into something almost painful.
"Fuck- I'm gonna-" Sunghoon's voice cracked, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest. His hips slammed into you, ruthless, no rhythm left just pure, desperate need. "Gonna fill you up."
You whimpered, nails raking down his back. "Do it. Please Hoonie please-"
That was all it took.
With a groan, he shoved himself as deep as he could go, buried to the hilt. His whole body tensed, his neck straining, and then he was spilling thick, hot ropes flooding your insides. He didn't stop. Kept grinding into you through it, feeding you every drop, pulsing again and again until you swore you couldn't take another.
"So much- it's to much," you gasped, feeling it pool deep inside, too full, too hot.
"I know," he panted against your throat, teeth grazing. "Want it dripping out of you."
When he finally pulled out you felt it immediately. A gush of warmth spilling down your thighs, pooling onto the sheets beneath you. Sunghoon sat back on his heels, watching. His cock glistened, still half-hard, and he ran two fingers through the mess leaking out of you.
And then he pulled out.
"Jake," he said. "Go ahead and make her look like the cum dump she is."
Jake moved between your legs, pushing his cock into your soaked, sensitive cunt. He didn't last long, he was already close, and you were so wet, so tight, so everything. He fucked you fast and dirty, his eyes locked on yours.
He pulled out, stroked himself twice, and came hot and white across your chest. The sight of his release on your skin, his face twisted in pleasure almost sent you over the edge again.
Sunghoon pulled you to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor, pulled your hips down, and put his mouth on your cunt while Jake used his fingers.
You were so sensitive you couldn't take it. But he didn't stop. He licked and sucked and pushed with his tongue, Jake's fingers pressing inside you, curling upward-
"Let go," he said against you. "Just let go."
You didn't know what he meant until it happened.
The pressure behind your navel burst. You came harder than you'd ever came in your life a gush of liquid soaking Sunghoon's face and Jake's fingers, the sheets, his chest. Your whole body gave out, your scream raw in your throat, your hands holding onto Jake's arm as he held you down.
Sunghoon didn't stop licking until you stopped shaking.
When you finally collapsed, limp and trembling, he crawled up your body and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his lips sweet and sharp.
"Four," he said quietly.
Jake laughed, breathless, collapsing beside you. "I think we broke her."
"No we didn't." Sunghoon said with a chuckle while lying on your other side, pulling you against his chest.
You were too exhausted to respond.
Sunghoon's hand traced lazy circles on your back. Jake pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
One night. No feelings. No promises. Was the rule, but as you're lying next to them you weren't so sure you wanted to follow the rules anymore.
“oh my god,” you groan, turning your face away from sunoo’s yet again. “you have a serious problem,”
biting his lips, he pulls away, licking his lips every so slightly. “too quick, i didn’t get the flavour,”
a soft scoff falls off your lips at his words, knowing exactly what he is doing. you’ve reapplied your lip balm three times, all because he kisses it all off your lips. “you are not even trying, just want an excuse to kiss me...”
and, it’s true.
what should have been a simple game of chaste kisses to guess the flavour of your new lip balm has now turned into him trying to get his lips on yours for as long as he can.
but your boyfriend can’t let you know that. “nah, you’re just psychotic,”
“sun—” you protest, but he is quick to cut you off with a kiss.
quick and addictive, that’s exactly who he is.
because his lips are on yours again, moving into a sweet and slow dance, way too passionate to just guess the lip blam. it’s hard to not kiss you when you look so pretty all the time.
and frankly, you are no better. with your hands cradling his face, you let him pin you down on the couch. all your complaints melt away when he nips at your bottom lip, then soothes with his tongue.
then he presses a few kisses along your jaw— not sure how that’s relevant to the game— before finally breaking away.
“berry?” his voice is a little hoarse from all the kisses and you swear, your heart skips a beat. “berry lime for sure,”
you sigh. “that’s not even close,”
he grins at your words— of course, he knows it’s not berry lime— and it’s against your lips that he whispers with fake regrets. “shit, that means i have to kiss you again,”
when your hand reaches down his chest to push him away, he swiftly pins it to your side, kissing you even deeper, getting a proper taste of you on his tongue.
it’s torture to keep his hands ( and mouth ) off you when you are around. especially when you are wearing his tshirt and asking him to kiss your beautiful, glossy lips for a silly game you saw online.
you should’ve known what you were getting into.
“stop—” as you begin to complain, he interrupts with a kiss. “—it—” again. he just knows how to shut you up.
“c’mon baby, it’s not fair. how am i supposed to guess if you don’t let me kiss you?” he is very, very good at playing innocent, trying to convince you with his sweet voice and soft hand that is caressing your cheek.
“i’ll just tell you,”
“no, once more, please?” he goes in again, giving your waist a light squeeze. he is pouting now, gosh, looking at you with those pretty eyes, pleading until you give in. “pretty please?”
rolling your eyes, you agree. “last chance,” and he immediately captures your lips in another kiss.
and this time, he’s not letting you pull away until you both are out of breath.
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