had to bring this on here bc wtaf nishimura riki let me up on you I promise you won’t regret it😛
BRO DIDNT EVEN HESITATE HOW FINE WAS MA FOR HIS FREAKY AH TO LIFT HIS HOODIE UP. ALSO YOURE TELLING ME THIS MAN WASNT WEARING ANYTHING UNDER THE HOODIE?! IM ON MY KNEES🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️😫
belift just dropped a statement about sunoo's health, sunoo will not participate in today's show in Mexico due to a sudden decline in his health.
He looked fine during the soundcheck so it's probably nothing so serious, wishing him a fast recovery I hope he's well and receiving the best possible care! If you can, pls send a positive message to him on weverse
I wanna sit on him, i wanna sit on it, i wanna grind on it, scream his name on it, I wanna ride him, cream it, suck it, beg for it, fuck it, i wanna make him go crazy from how good I'm taking it, i wanna lick it, tease him, turn him into a mess, i wanna kiss him, i wanna kiss it, i wanna take it, i want it from the front, i want it from behind, i want it from the sides, i want it in public, i want it at home, i want it in the car, i want it in the kitchen, on the counter, table, i want it in the shower, against the wall, i want him to slap my face with it, i want him to eat me up, i want him to tease me, i want him to be agressive with me, i want him to lost his mind on me, to put all his madness on me, i want him to bite me, to slap me, i want him calling me names when sees that I'm too close to lose it, i want him to tease me, i want him to tease me with it, i want him to spank me, i want him pulling my hair, i want him digging his fingers on my skin, i want him to pull me aggressively closer to him, i want him to put 10 fingers in me, i want him balls deep inside me, i want him to cum in me, i want him to choke me, i want him to leave handprints on my skin, i want him to fuck me raw, rough and deep.
ʚĭɞ ── I'M YOUR GIRL, RIGHT? ⋆ JAKEWONKI ❪teaser❫。
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ a life lived on whims, the stories you tell are endless. they earn you eager eyes and ears, souls desperate to intertwine in the whirlwind that is your life. but something in you settles, a longer whim than others when you've found the one. your loving boyfriend jake, who could do no wrong. except let you fuck other people.
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explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、cheating undertones (jake and the reader are in an open relationship)、dom!jakewonki、sub!reader、foursome (fmmm)、heavy degradation/humiliation、oral (f. & m.)、handjobs、vaginal fingering、squirting、voyeurism、protected and unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampies、mutliple orgasms、pet play、breeding kink、noona kink、tongue & spit play、tit play、cowgirl & doggy position、more tba⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ hiiii, long time no seeeee! 🤓 i've missed writing and posting so much that i couldn't help sharing this teaser :3 still have a bit more to write for this mess, but hopefully the entire fic will be yours soon! ^_^ my taglist is currently open, so feel free to comment or send in an ask to be added 🫂 (please make sure your age is visible on your profile!)
At the root of anyone's envy of you, is the easy-going nature you possess.
Nothing in life seems to deter you. No tears wept over spilt milk, no conversation or adventure too outlandish for the flow you coast on. It's the kind of blasé attitude that makes hardship foreign to you, because even if inconveniences arises, is it not a happy detour to your final destination? A moment for pause, to think, remember the smell of roses despite the figurative collapse of life coming down around you ─ and like everything in life, you don't go through it ─ everything bends to your will, sea parting because that's what life's like when water runs off your back. Life's better that way ─ less complicated, more fun, somehow always finding yourself in situations that earn all the gasps and laughter at the flock of people surrounding you, starved for the stories you tell and whatever way they can possibly weave themselves into new ones.
It's a phenomenon ─ never through your own admission ─ that entices men, suitors hard pressed to be interesting enough to warrant the stray of your life. Sometimes, you indulge, because the mundane is inevitable, but like the rest of your stories, they're in the past, your heart fully present and drenched in the colours of raw emotion, but built with the capacity to move on. It's how you've found yourself at your latest chapter, navigating what should be a serious third-year at university, only for it to be some off-hand detail in the grand scheme of things. Dancing on bar tables, dressing triple your age during pub golf, travelling oceans away on a course trip, celebrating victory wins hoisted up by teammates and ultimately kissed on the pitch, by your adoring and doting boyfriend, Jake.
He has every bit of your heart, swooping in with his charming smile and sun-kissed skin from the vacation you'd met on. All you assume it to be is a summer romance, a whirlwind week where you ride on the back of his moped bike, arms circled around his waist with the coastal winds wisping through your hair. His feather-light giggles float past your ears, manoeuvring through the streets of the obscure European beach town you'd travelled to on a whim. Summer's clutches would not leave you, nagging, and as the due date for the academic year draws nearer, you decide to write another chapter. One more paragraph to close out the summer and it's your best chapter yet. Catching shellfish, cooking them over a fire made on a one-man island, immersing with locals who quickly adopt you as their own, free-floating in the ocean with the little time you spend on land spent exploring. Enriching yourself in the beauty life had to offer beyond the drone of normalcy, and Jake's there for it all. Captivated by you, as you are him and when your last night together comes, some part of you really can't let it go. Wondering if this heartbreak may crack the rose-tinted lens you see the world in, echoing over the plane's roaring engine as you clutch the necklace he'd wielded for you, a singular J etched into a heart that's fully his.
And to your surprise (as if life taught you the concept), the heartache doesn't last long. Not when Jake shows up on your university campus, parting the grump grey clouds plagued by your uni town, but being the sunshine beaming down on you two as you embrace, held in his arms as he twirls you around, giggles free-falling from your fallen lips.
Not a thought is spared, sticking together like glue because that's the thing about whims, you're constantly on one. Doing this, doing that. With someone, then another. Your friends enjoy it for what it's worth, enjoying the fresh flowers he adorns your uni house in and the handiwork he does your maintenance man can't be bothered with, but they know. Know like everything else, this won't last. But Jake sticks, weathers the autumn he comes in and nestles into the winter you creep into, your fingers interlaced as you marvel at the city carnival, somehow finding his way around rigged games and winning the biggest plushie your eyes dazzle from.
It's straight out-of-a-movie, perfect in every way. You're not together like how vacation-you were, building towards ambition as you live your own lives, and it's…freeing. The thing about men before him is that even the securest of them had a knack for insecurity. Feeling small in the grandness of your existence. They couldn't handle anything being more fulfilling than them, they had to be the most interesting thing about you and that, you couldn't stand, serving as a canvas for their own painting. You are your own person with Jake, painting the strokes to your own story while he does nothing but admire yours, a kiss to your cheek before he gets to his own, choosing his own set of colours instead of borrowing your own. You work together, in ways that are conventional and some that…aren't.
Perhaps you're too-free of two souls, no limit to the flight of your wings that situations where someone else would recoil, actually open up earnest dialogue between you two. You're not sure who breaches the topic first ─ you or Jake, but you're in the situation you are in now because of it. So stupidly in love with each other, but still able to fuck other people.
It's a civil agreement. It happens, but isn't discussed at length with each other. There are so many things to try, so many people to meet, why be bound by the ties of monogamy? Sex is something you're nearly matched in, no shortage of kinks explored, but when something new creeps in, when the other is too tired for another rendezvous, isn't it convenient to have an outlet? No sad jerk-off or groan at your battery-drained toy, but another human. Another person you have your moment of relief with, vanishing in the morning where Jake wakes you up with bed in breakfast, looking at you with the same overflowing love in his eyes like he did last.
Initially, you're surprised by your newfound liberty, looking over your shoulder as you scroll through dating apps you'd sworn off, Jake folding over your back and swiping as if he'd be meeting the men. To no surprise, no one draws your attention and even on night outs, those who approach you don't get anywhere beyond a gentle rejection squeeze on the shoulder. It doesn't necessarily worry you, more so opens up an avenue for unconventionality, meeting someone in the waking hours of your crawling campus.
Jungwon is one of them.
He's one of the students below you in the tutoring program you'd randomly got roped into. How could you pass up the opportunity to extend a helping hand? Especially when your professor begged with clasped hands, looking at you like you're his sole saviour. It jam-packs your schedule, but you prefer it that way. Less time to ponder, to lose yourself in rumination because you aren't immune to it either. Point is, you take on his request and offer sparse sessions to the two students you're delegated with. One another second year girl whose transition into uni is wobbly at best, but bettered by your assurance. And the other, Jungwon.
In the library is where you first see him, your head lifting at the call of your name. When you're due to confirm it, the answer dies on your tongue. He is strikingly beautiful, an intricate mix of features contrasting between cute and handsome. It hits you like a ton of bricks, nothing but the flutter of your lashes echoing on the talking library floor, background nothing but that in his presence. He smiles like he's caught you, but there's no cockiness to it. If your eyes aren't deceiving you, there's a flicker of reciprocity in it, but it's quickly shut down. No matter how lawless you may seem, your purpose is to tutor him, not to flirt.
So, that's what you do. Flash him a friendly smile, known to charm, and extend your hand, eclipsed in his larger one. You pretend you don't feel the jolt of electricity at the mere touch and immediately crack open your previous notes, the first bit of your session utilized to gauge the basis of his knowledge and build from there. You leave the session rushing off to football practice, promising him the better grade he's searching for and leave feeling accomplished, willing the back of your mind not to draw forwards. You tell Jake about it, the tutoring session that is, over the burger bowl he's invited you to try out. You don't really tell him other things related to Jungwon ─ how your hands sparked to the touch, that from time to time, your attention would stray to the obscene stretch of his shoulders or the sneaky spread of his smile. No, you just mention offhandedly that he's handsome and Jake nods, all good-natured, but ends up laughing into his lettuce, knowing better.
Knowing you.
To be loved is to be seen, and while you'd always thought of the sentiment as reassuring, it now feels like unnecessary exposure. Like you'd been caught with your hand in a cookie jar and while the shame shouldn't come with it, it does. Because like Jake, Jungwon charges you with something similar. Current beneath your fingertips, the extra thump to your heart that bruises your chest and keeps your eyes pried when you really should be sleeping. Not because you're capable of falling in love with him too, but because even the slight question of its possibility poses an issue. Ruins the mirage of what life's been like with Jake because even if you're able to fuck people, there's perimeters for it. Suggestions, Jake had corrected you. While repeat lovers aren't frowned upon, they need to be discussed. Put under a lens for inspection because if they're someone you keep running back to, the foundation of your relationship has no choice but to be called into question.
Why are we together? Where do we not click? Do we need to make it work or are they the one for you? To what extent are they the one for you?
So many question posed, messing with the harmony you love. The constant you've come to crave, so you firm it. Push any possibilities to the furthest points of your expansive mind and run on auto-pilot, teaching Jungwon until he knows better, keeping things friendly until things run their course, his steady good grades no longer requiring your services.
Unfortunately, like you've known him to be, he's lovely about your last meet-up, gifting you the biggest pack of your favourite chocolate ─ the one you'd been snacking on during your sessions ─ and a bouquet of flowers, modest but meaningful because they'd been the same you'd picked up on your walk to the library one time.
"It's the least I could do. Your time has nothing on these," he says, admiring the clutch you do to your chest of all the goodies. Then his eyes find yours, like they always do, sparkling in their earnest way. Except there's a hint of darkness behind them, a doom you know you'll be subjected to.
He steps closer, the grey of his sweatshirt stretched across his chest, glasses balancing on his nose. His hair is a bit shorter, and you loved his long hair, but now you might love his shorter hair more, a bit dishevelled in a stupidly handsome way. And he's there, a hair-length away from you, his fresh linen scent consuming you with the flutter-shut of your eyes, only pried open when you feel him move.
Jungwon ducks, lowering his head to meet you at eye-level, tone like gravel as he's close enough for your lips to graze if you'll allow it, your lashes weaved together.
"And if you need any of my services," he smirks, the sound etched into your memory. "You know where to find me."
This all happens in a library. A public one, full of said to be concentrating students who mindlessly yap the hours away, laying witness to your knee buckle, willed by a mechanical smile and the close proximity of a nearby table.
He leaves and when he's out of sight, you're not even graceful enough to collapse into a pulled-out chair, a pool of melted limbs on the carpeted floor you can only pray has been cleaned.
Jungwon knows you're with Jake. You haven't shared that part of your relationship, but he knows enough by your Instagram posts where everyone portrays themselves to be happier than they really are. It should make you think different of him, less, because sex is on the table for him despite you being very committed to your partner. You don't know if that makes him sick or somehow captivating, as if he hasn't reduced you to the mess you are, face buried in a bunch of flowers you'll dry so they'll last longer.
You're weak. So fucking weak because whatever high and mighty standards you may have held yourself to now come crashing down on you, leaving you no choice but to yield.
To listen to the voice at the back of your head, even though you know better.
A time is set, one you do share with Jake almost like an admission of guilt.
He won't have it.
"Hey," he calls sweetly, finger nudging your chin upwards. In your vision, he lays himself at its centre, kind eyes offered to you. He's never nothing but understanding, seen in the words he speaks. "This is meant to be a good thing. Your tutoring sessions are over with, so there's nothing holding you back,"
"Frowning doesn't suit you," he jokes, smiling in the face of your own. "Don't think about it too much. Have your cake and eat it too."
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