𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， jake loves you too much to take his glasses off
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“jake— are you seriously— with your glasses on?”
jake looks up at you from between your thighs and if you weren’t already undone, seeing his lips glisten and his chin damp would’ve done the trick. his glasses cling low to the bridge of his nose, the black frames fogging with his breath.
“what?” he grins, and you find it infuriatingly endearing. “i need to see what im doing.”
“theyre fogging up!”
you try to press a giggle back, jake is funny sometimes. “they’re fine.”
he lowers his head to your core and you forget your complaints when his tongue glides flat and heated over your folds, dipping neatly inside.
you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.
jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.
“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”
“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”
“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“its educational,” he teases.
you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.
“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.
“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”
jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.
“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”
“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”
“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”
“jake, i swear—”
“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.
you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.
“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”
jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”
“your— fuck, glasses—!”
“forget the glasses.”
they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.
“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”
“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.
“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”
“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.
“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”
“ah— jake!”
“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”
your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.
you push his head away weakly.
jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.
“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”
“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.
“i can see enough, princess.”
jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.
you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.
“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.
“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.
you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”
“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”
you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”
“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.
스루 ܃ first time uploading smut im so scared TT could be my last too idk. but i would LOVE some feedbacks / suggestions on it tho! will kiss u heh :3
boyfriend!riki who's obsessed with seeing you in his clothes and constantly lends you his expensive chrome hoodies even if he'll curse out his members for even breathing near them
boyfriend!riki who tells you that you can paint his nails only of it's in black — only to smile every time he looks at his nails the next day because you secretly added pastel hearts to them when he wasn't focusing
boyfriend!riki who lets you to play with the rings on his fingers whenever you're anxious, knowing that it calms you down when you're stressed. if he knows you'll be doing something that makes you anxious that day, he'll purposely put on a few extra rings for you to fidget with
boyfriend!riki who's in love with the fact that you're smaller than him, letting you cling to him and squeeze his biceps as much as you please because it makes him feel manly
boyfriend!riki who gets cuteness aggression any time you do your little happy dance while eating something good — always bringing little snacks for you when you meet up just to be able to see your face lit up in that adorable way that makes his heart beat faster in his chest
boyfriend!riki who sprays his cologne on your clothes when he's away because he knows you find comfort in his scent, hoping to give you something to remind you of him when he can't be there with you
boyfriend!riki who loves when you style his outfits for him. he'll wear anything you pick out for him and if anyone asks, he'll proudly tell them that his girlfriend picked out his clothing because he believes that sharing fashion with someone is a very intimate act
boyfriend!riki who gives you piggyback rides 24/7. your feet hurts from walking around in heels all night? piggyback ride. you're tired from walking around at school/work? piggyback ride. you accidentally cut your finger? piggyback ride. he doesn't care about the circumstances, he just loves the weight of you on his back, knowing that he's a person that you can lean on whenever
boyfriend!riki who's not the best at cooking but tries his absolute best for you because he wants you to see him as potential husband material (awww :(()
boyfriend!riki who's previously all white bed is now filled with your plushies and fluffy pillows that you put there during your sleepovers, not having it in his heart to remove them because it's a piece of you that you left with him
❥ NSFW
boyfriend!riki who can't go a day without his fingers being knuckle deep in your pussy. him adding extra rings to his fingers when you're anxious? yeah, he does that when he knows he's going to finger you as well (which is all the time)
boyfriend!riki who wants you to ride every single body part of his. dick, nose, bicep, thigh, abs, you name it — he will have you grinding on him at least once a week
boyfriend!riki who doesn't want you using toys but gifts you a dildo shaped and sized like his dick for your birthday so that you can always feel him even if he can't physically be there
boyfriend!riki who goes crazy whenever you wear skimpy skirts or crop tops. he'll instantly be all up in your business, hugging you from behind and burying his face in your neck to suck at the sensitive skin while teasing your clit through your panties, making you cum just like that through your clothes before bending you over and fucking you senseless
boyfriend!riki who sends you dick pics so often that every time you see a notification from him pop up on your phone while you're out with friends, you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom cause you don't want to risk anyone else seeing his bare dick (and so that you can send him a pic back ofc ;))
boyfriend!riki who doesn't give a fuck about any of the members hearing y'all. he'll just pound you even harder when a tired jay comes knocking at the door at 2 in the morning cause you've been at it fucking like bunnies for hours — making you moan even louder for the whole dorm to hear (yes, the members jerk off to your moans)
boyfriend!riki who let's you dominate him once in a blue moon. he'll let you tie him up to the bedpost and ride him until your legs hurt before breaking free from the restraints and flipping you over because he's too impatient. it's fun when it lasts though and you will get a few whimpers out of him so it's worth it
boyfriend!riki who once got put on a sex ban for jokingly flirting with a barista while you two were on a date and know avoids other girls like the plague because he can't survive a day in his life without being buried in your tight cunt
boyfriend!riki who gets your lips shape tattooed on his hip because he loves when you trail kisses down his body before sucking him off when wearing lipstick
boyfriend!riki who can go multiple rounds in a row without stopping but then gives you the most amazing aftercare — cleaning you up, bringing you snacks and cuddling you while whispering about how much he loves and appreciates you
ㅤ﹙SMAU﹚ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ｡ chaotic boyfriend ! enha x fem readerㅤ✶ㅤfluff humour petty arguments terminally online behaviour cursing ㅤ❛ 𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
ㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ inspired by those stupidly funny “selling my bf” tweets because i KNOW enha would crash out immediately 😭 happy reading & pls do not auction your man online !
in which riki loves to watch his pretty doll cry as he fucks her stupid on his fat cock ♡ warnings ;; daddy!riki x subby princess!reader , dacryphilia , overstimulation , size difference , choking , 'daddy' , pet names , manhandling , squirting , creampie , breeding ❀ — nsfw !!
you had never felt so unbelievably overstimulated in your entire life. your boyfriend had been fucking you senseless for what felt like an eternity.
“‘ki, please, please, too much!” you sobbed, tears bubbling at your waterline as you pleaded up at him. riki hovered over you with an insatiable hunger in his gaze, as though he was nowhere near done with you yet.
“look so pretty cryin’ f’me.” his deep, velvety purr hypnotized you into surrendering to him. he stroked your face with a gentle touch, thumb brushing away a stray tear as your eyes followed his every movement. you were so soft, so naive—like a sweet, innocent bunny trapped in his cage. “you can take a little more, can’t you, pretty?”
protests bubbled up in your throat, pink lips trembling as he cupped your chin. he was looking at you so expectantly, as though there was no way you would ever disappoint him…
you bit your lip and nodded, sniffling as you blinked away stinging tears. “o-okay… a little more…”
riki let out a low, pleased chuckle, knowing he had your pretty little self wrapped around his finger. “there’s my angel.”
he slid his glistening tip along the seam of your thighs, parting them to give him access to your ruined cunt. he teased your entrance with his length, marveling at the way your walls clenched instinctively around him. “ha, needy pussy’s just begging for me to be inside her, huh? you like when i fuck you dirty like this, i know you do.”
his obscene words had your eyes squeezing shut, a fresh stream of tears cascading down your puffy cheeks. “‘ki, just—ngh, inside now, please!”
“tsk, so desperate for this cock…” his tone sounded harsh on the surface, but was laced with affection as he returned to hover over you, threading your tiny fingers through his much larger ones as he lined himself up. he looked you deep in the eyes, searching your face. “ready, angel? i want you to look at me while i fuck you, ‘kay?”
you nodded, his persistent teasing against your folds making you dizzy. “o-okay—” your words immediately melted on your tongue as your eyes widened at the overwhelming feeling of his thick member forcefully stretching you out once more.
riki’s lips spread into a cruel smirk at your blissful, fucked-out expression, your watery eyes all round and glimmering as he stuffed you full. as he finally bottomed out, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you let out a sob, squeezing onto his hand for dear life as tears threatened to spill from your waterline.
“c’mon pretty, cry for me,” he groaned as he began to move inside you. his thrusts were deep and intentional, as though he was hell-bent on ensuring you never forgot this night. “wanna see you bite your lip and whine ‘bout how much you love this dick, baby.”
his filthy words brainwashed you into becoming his perfect little fuckdoll, blindly obeying every word of his. “daddy, ahh—love you so much, need this dick soooo bad!”
your melodic whines and babbles were music to his ears. he groaned in approval, rewarding you with deeper and deeper strokes. “such a sweet little angel for me. you like when daddy’s cock fucks your tight little pussy like this, hm?” he allowed his fingers to mindlessly trace along your soft neck, which just seemed so small in comparison to his oversized hands.
your eyes widened at the feeling of his fingers dancing around your throat, his eyes cold and calculating. a dangerous idea slipped from your lips before you even had the chance to think.
“c-choke me, daddy…” you whispered.
his brow furrowed, eyes darkening in a way that had a strange feeling pooling in your tummy. “baby… don’t—fuck, don’t say things you don’t mean.” the way his hips stuttered told you that your request had clearly caught him off guard.
fat tears began to bubble at your eyes as he denied your little request, one that you so clearly wanted. how could he be so unfair?
frustration rising in your chest, you began to cry, even as he continued to fuck into you. his sharp features softened in an instant at your outburst as he leaned down and kissed your tears away. “s-shit—aw, angel, i’m sorry,” he cooed in your ear, the vibrations of his deep voice instantly soothing you. he pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as his strokes took on a gentler pace. “are you sure you want me to choke you?”
biting your lip to keep the tears at bay, you nodded, sniffling as you struggled to calm down.
riki shook his head disapprovingly and brushed his thumb against your lips. “use your words, sweetheart. ‘n don’t bite so hard, pretty lips’ll be all swollen if you don’t.”
you pouted up at him, eyes glimmering with fresh tears and hope. “c-can you choke me, daddy?”
he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “of course, sweetheart.” he pulled away, pouting down at you as he stroked your face affectionately. “i’m so sorry for making you cry, baby.” he traced his fingers down your jaw, hovering at your throat as he struggled to accept that you really, really wanted this. “daddy didn’t want to hurt you.”
however, the possessive glint in his eyes revealed that he had secretly craved this for so long—to fully claim you as his own. he slowly wrapped his long fingers around your tiny throat, his jaw immediately going slack as he watched your eyes widen and lips part at the feeling of him restraining your airflow. you were completely submitting to him, nothing but a sweet, obedient fuckdoll for him to carry out all of his twisted fantasies with.
“f-fuck, baby, look so perfect all fucked out like this… don’t know how long i’ve wanted to just fuck your pretty little brains out, ‘n choke you like the good girl you are, goddamn it…” he groaned as he threw his head back, relentlessly plowing into you.
he was utterly entranced by your needy pussy sucking him in, clenching around him like a vice. you clutched onto your bouncing tits as he continued to fuck you with zero abandon, hips slamming into yours as wet plaps and your soft whines filled the room.
“d-daddy! so wet, everything’s so wet…” you sobbed, the overstimulation fogging up your brain.
“yeah, it is, princess,” he chuckled, gripping both of your ankles with a single hand as he raised your legs up to fuck into you at a deeper angle. “ugh, fuck, this pussy’s all mine, sweet fuckin’ pussy’s all for me…”
the animalistic way he growled into your ear nearly sent you to heaven as he bended your tiny body to his will. you simply had to surrender yourself to him, as he was solely chasing his own high at this point, folding you into all sorts of positions—whichever one allowed him to get the deepest inside you. he was completely intoxicated by the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock, milking him for all that he was worth.
“daddy, m’close!” you whined as he aggressively gripped the fat of your ass to drag your body closer to his.
“yeah?” his voice was louder, unrestrained now. “cum on this dick, baby. squirt all over this fat cock. i know you fucking want to, sweetheart.”
“d-daddy, oh god, it’s so wet, ahh—!“ you squealed with delight, a white-hot orgasm searing through your body as his oversized length continued to ram into your fluttering pussy, which was currently gushing all over the bedsheets. “a-ah, oh my goodness…“ you giggled as you rode out your orgasm, completely and utterly cockdrunk.
riki slapped your ass with a loud smack, groaning with a cocky smirk on his lips as you squirted all over his dick. “holy fuck, doll, look at what a mess you made,” he cooed before throwing his head back and fucking into you harder. “daddy’s gonna breed this sweet little cunt until you can’t think… you want my cum, baby? say you want daddy’s cum.”
“w-want daddy’s cream to fill me up! want it so bad, please push it all inside, get it all sticky everywhere…” you babbled, allowing him to treat your body like a mere fuckdoll as he chased his high.
“good girl, oh f-fuck, m’cumming—” his final thrust was so forceful that your entire body flew up the length of the bed. he let out a primal growl that was pure sex as he shoved his dick deep, deep inside of your squelching cunt, adding a few extra strokes to make sure his cock was completely stuffed to the hilt inside you. “ugh, take it, baby. take daddy’s cum like the good fucking slut you are.”
the tears spilling from your eyes were ones of ecstasy this time—you finally felt whole and complete as he filled you up with his fertile seed. the warm feeling of his fat cock plugging you up made you feel so giddy and loved inside. “oh my—ngh, thank you so much, daddy, thank you, thank you…”
he was still grunting low in your ear as your sticky walls milked his cock dry, eagerly soaking up all of his cum. your submissive tears triggered a primal instinct within him to utterly breed you, not allowing a single drop of his seed to go to waste. “shh, stay still, baby, gonna breed this pretty pussy, make sure you know who you belong to…” he let out a shaky sigh as the last few spurts of cum spilled inside your pulsing cunt. “oh my god…
i fuckin’ love when you cry all over my dick.” ♡
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pussyobsessed!riki who leaves you with a dark pink, raw pussy almost every night.
pussyobsessed!riki who has to be banned every few days from touching, licking, or fucking you. he literally cannot stay away from how warm and wet your folds are otherwise.
pussyobsessed!riki who doesn’t even try to make you cum half of the time. he’s just touching to touch.
pussyobsessed!riki who will have his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy, lazily pumping them in and out while watching a movie. definitely the type to laugh at you when you manage to cum, despite how slow he’s going.
pussyobsessed!riki who LOVES cockwarming. nothing makes him happier than waking up to the warm comfort of you around him.
pussyobsessed!riki who is a certified munch. he’ll wake you up with his head in between your legs. he’ll eat you out from behind after bending you over the kitchen counter. he’ll even lay on the damn floor and won’t get up until you sit on his face.
pussyobsessed!riki who’s obsessed with trying different positions. he wants your pussy from every angle possible.
pussyobsessed!riki who’s worst nightmare is your period. well, was. now he fucks you whether your bleeding or not.
pussyobsessed!riki who your clit HATES to see coming. his hand is literally rubbing on her 90% of the time you’re with him. even casually in the middle of a conversation, his hand will sneak under the waistline of your panties, gently rub onto your folds, and start circling around your clit. all while laughing casually about whatever the two of you are talking about.
pussyobsessed!riki who gets put on pussy ban whenever he overstimulates you to the point where it genuinely hurts the next day.
pussyobsessed!riki who has gotten SO good at aftercare. he’s become completely in tune with what your body needs and how to make you feel as loved as possible. definitely carries you to the bathroom so you can pee (PLEASE PEE AFTER SEX THE UTI IS NOT WORTH IT), orders food, and puts on a movie to help you fall asleep.
your boyfriend sees your boobs for the first time and doesn’t know how to act.
heeseung
you’re a little drunk.
like warm-tummy, loose-shoulders, stupid-giggle drunk.
heeseung’s lying on your bed, scrolling, talking about something dumb — a dream he had, maybe. you’re sitting on the floor, half-listening, sipping from your glass, and then suddenly—
you stand up. pull your shirt over your head. no warning. no speech. just tits.
he looks up. and he freezes. scrolling finger mid-air. lips parted. expression blank. like you just slapped him with a gospel truth.
“bro,” he whispers.
you raise a brow. “bro?”
“oh my god.”
you just stand there, shirt in one hand, boobs out. vibes immaculate.
“are you for real?” he says, sitting up so fast he nearly drops his phone. “are those— are they always like that?”
“like what?”
“like fucking perfect?”
you laugh so hard you nearly fall over.
and he just keeps blinking at them. like they might change shape if he stares too long. like they’re a hallucination.
“you’re not real,” he mutters. “i’m in a dream. this is a simulation.”
you roll your eyes and sit on the bed, pulling the blanket around you lazily.
“okay, enough,” you giggle. “you saw them. you can stop worshipping now.”
he doesn’t move.
“no. no i can’t. this changes everything. i saw the light and now i’m different.”
jay
he doesn’t mean to look.
you thought he wasn’t paying attention.
but the moment your shirt lifts — before you even have time to toss it in the hamper — you hear him go quiet. like, dead silent.
you turn around, confused.
he’s sitting up now, remote in one hand, lips parted. just… staring. his entire soul left his body.
“what?” you ask, blinking. “why are you looking at me like that?”
“you…” his voice breaks.
he coughs. clears his throat. blinks like he just came back from war.
“you’ve been hiding those from me?”
you glance down, realize you’re still topless, and laugh — “i thought you weren’t looking.”
he puts the remote down slowly. reverently.
“i wasn’t. and now i’m being punished for it.”
you start reaching for your shirt again, but he stops you.
“no. no, you don’t get to take them away. i just met them.”
you laugh even harder, grabbing a hoodie, but he just looks betrayed. hand on his chest. like he needs a moment.
he’s so serious.
“i’m gonna write about this in my notes app. i just need a second to process. they were so pretty. like. aesthetically. artistically. spiritually.”
you roll your eyes. “you’re being so dramatic.”
he just nods slowly. “i know. and i’m right.”
and later that night, when you’re finally in bed, hoodie zipped to your chin, back turned…
you feel his hand on your waist. his lips near your ear.
“next time… warn me. or don’t. i’ll survive either way. i think.”
(he won’t.)
jake
he was laying on your stomach.
like full face-planted. arms around your waist. humming into your skin, half-asleep, talking nonsense between every other breath.
you thought he was dozing off. so when you finally sit up, lifting your shirt over your head, you don’t think twice.
you’re just changing. grabbing a hoodie. your back’s to him, and it’s dark. no big deal.
until you hear him choke.
“oh.”
you glance over your shoulder. “what?”
he’s sitting up now. like—straight up. eyes wide. cheeks red.
“did i—did you just—i mean, did i see that?”
you pause. blink. realize what he saw.
“oh. yeah,” you say casually. “sorry, i didn’t think you were looking—”
“NO i mean—it’s okay i just—wow.”
you laugh, pulling your hoodie on, but he’s still sitting there like he witnessed a miracle.
“you’re just… walking around with those? like… they’re real?”
you look at him.
he looks at you.
then covers his face with both hands and groans.
“i’m gonna have dreams about this,” he mumbles. “like not even in a gross way. just in a i saw something sacred kind of way.”
you crawl back under the blanket and he immediately wraps himself around you like a koala. kisses your collarbone like he’s trying to prove his love to god.
“you know i’d die for you, right?”
“because of my boobs?”
“yes. but also your soul.”
sunghoon
he just wanted his charger.
you’d taken it earlier. said he left it in your room. told him to come grab it when he needed it.
he didn’t knock. he thought you were in the kitchen.
so when he pushes the door open and sees you — topless, glowing, towel low on your hips, hair still damp, hand frozen mid-lotion — he doesn’t speak. doesn’t move. just. stares.
your eyes meet. for a second, you both just blink. like a standstill.
and then—“oh my god—” you gasp, arms flying up to cover your chest.
he flinches so hard he nearly drops his phone.
“i’m sorry—i’m so sorry—i thought you were—i didn’t know—i didn’t—”
he steps back, slams the door shut, and stands there. outside your room. in silence. breathing heavy.
you call through the door.
“did you at least grab the charger??”
his voice cracks.
“no. i… i blacked out a little.”
you start laughing, and he wants to crawl into the floor.
he walks back to the living room like he just got hit by a bus. plops on the couch. face flushed. head in hands.
his phone buzzes.
you: “they were nice though right 😌”
him: “don’t do this to me rn”
you: “i’m just saying”
him: “i’m spiraling”
he doesn’t talk about it again until a week later.
you’re cuddling. watching something dumb. his hand on your waist. and he whispers— “i wasn’t trying to see you like that.”
you smile. “i know.”
he exhales.
“but i think about it every day.”
sunoo
he knew you were a little drunk. and he loved it.
you were glowing — cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, giggling at nothing, spinning in his room like the floor was made of clouds.
“this song is so cute,” you hummed, dancing barefoot in your loose, but cropped tee. “you like it?”
“you’re cuter,” he said automatically, phone in hand, recording you from the bed like a proud dad. or a smitten boyfriend. or both.
and then you twirled. just once. dramatic. shirt lifted. boobs out. fully. jiggled in the light.
he screams. like, not a little gasp. a full-bodied, hands-flailing, dramatic-ass scream.
you freeze.
he drops his phone.
“what was that?!”
“what do you mean?” you blinked innocently.
“you just showed me your entire whole everything!”
you laughed. “it was like half a second!”
“HALF A SECOND TOO LONG!.”
he turned his back like it was a crime scene. hands on his hips. pacing.
“do you know what that did to me? i can’t just see those and go back to normal?? i have to live with this memory now???”
you’re still giggling, flopping on the bed.
“are you mad?”
he turns back slowly. shakes his head with deep, dramatic disappointment.
“i’m not mad. i’m… changed.”
you smile at him, hair messy, shirt hanging off your shoulder now, and he just sighs.
“your boobs are pretty,” he said, soft.
“thank you,” you whisper back.
ten minutes later, he’s cuddled into your side, face buried in your chest like nothing happened.
“just so you know,” he mumbles, “those are mine now.”
jungwon
he wakes up slow.
sunlight leaking through the curtains. sheets warm. room still. his head hurts a little, but it’s dull — the kind of ache that tells him he slept too hard, not too little.
your back is to him. face tucked into the pillow. one arm curled under your head, the other hidden beneath the blankets. hair a mess. tank top clinging to your shoulder, twisted near your ribs.
he yawns, stretches, blinks a few times—and then sees it.
he doesn’t even mean to look. he just happens to glance down as he shifts closer. and it’s there.
the curve of your breast. soft in the light. warm against the fabric. and your nipple. completely out.
his breath catches. eyes widen.
he goes still. so still. his body locks up like if he moves too fast, he’ll ruin the moment—or combust.
he stares for maybe two seconds too long. just enough to memorize the shape, the color, the way it’s pressed to the blanket. then he flips over and stares at the ceiling like a freak.
his brain short-circuits.
“you weren’t supposed to see that.”
“but i did.”
“you need to act normal.”
“i can’t.”
he’s spiraling. breathing too carefully. sweating for no reason. his heart’s beating like you just kissed him, but you’re not even awake.
he hears you shift. the blankets rustle. he wonders if you’re about to wake up and ask why he’s being so quiet.
so he gets up. fast. grabs his phone off the floor. stumbles into the kitchen like he’s being chased by demons.
ten minutes later, you walk out half-asleep, tank top still traitorous, rubbing your eyes.
“morning,” you mumble.
he can’t look at you. he sips his tea like it holds the answers.
nods once. “morning.”
you pause. tilt your head. “you okay?”
he nods again. eyes still fixed on his mug.
“…did i say something weird in my sleep?”
“no.”
you raise a brow. he finally glances up—but the second he sees your shirt slipping again, he FLINGS his gaze back down.
“jungwon,” you laugh, catching on. “did you see something?”
he says nothing. just takes a breath and murmurs, “i shouldn’t be seeing this. pausing a bit more before he whispers, “but it was beautiful.”
and that’s all he says.
for the rest of the day, he can’t look at you without blushing.
and for the rest of his life, he never forgets it.
ni-ki
you’re in his room, lights low, legs tangled under the blanket with a half-eaten bag of spicy chips between you.
the tv’s playing something dumb neither of you are watching — both too busy side-eyeing each other between jokes, limbs inching closer, pretending the tension doesn’t exist.
“you’re literally so bad at arguing,” you mutter, tossing a chip at his chest.
he catches it. eats it. shrugs.
“because i’m never wrong.”
you scoff. dramatic. lean back against his headboard like he didn’t just say something delusional.
it’s hot. too hot. the hoodie you’re wearing feels like it’s suffocating you. so you sit up. lift it over your head mid-sentence, not even thinking — just pull it off and toss it to the floor.
you don’t notice how your tank top rises too. you don’t notice how loose the armhole is. you don’t notice that for a split second, your left tit literally says hello to the room.
but he does.
he goes still. chip mid-air. eyes locked on you like he just saw a solar eclipse and isn’t sure if it was real.
you look at him.
“what?”
nothing. no answer. just him blinking.
“…what?” you laugh.
he points at you. expression unreadable. voice low.
“you did that on purpose.”
you blink. “did what?”
“you just flashed me.”
your face scrunches. you look down. your shirt is back in place.
“i didn’t flash you.”
“you did.”
“it was like—maybe a second.”
“that’s all it took,” he says, leaning back. “i’m a changed man now.”
you roll your eyes, dragging the blanket back over you, acting unfazed.
he turns away for a second. exhales. then you hear him mutter, mostly to himself—
“they were so pretty.”
you freeze.
he doesn’t take it back.
just grabs another chip and pops it in his mouth, chewing like he didn’t just say the most devastating sentence of your life.
“you’re annoying,” you say quietly. your voice cracks.
“no, you’re annoying ,” he fires back. “don’t take your clothes off around me if you want me to act normal.”
you laugh. loud. flustered.
he smiles. like he meant to do that. like he’s proud of himself.
it’s quick, accidental, and slips out before your breath could stop. “jake, could you—” you slowly turn your head towards heeseung who isn’t even blinking. then, he scoffs. “wow, jake? jake?” he says the name as if it disgusted him. heeseung’s tone isn’t even loud, and that’s what scares you the most. you reach for his sleeve and say quickly, “that was an accident, i swear didn’t mean it.” he pauses before pulling you closer to his torso. “you sure about that?” you immediately bod and he presses his lips to yours. “you’re lucky i love you,” you can’t help but giggle softly as he plays with your hair. “mix me up again and you won’t like the result,”
JONGSEONG
“sunghoon, please pass..” you trail off, freezing. jay’s head whips around so fast you almost laughed. “sunghoon?” he repeats, a laugh leaving him. but it definitely wasn’t funny. “seriously?” “jay, it was just an accident.” you try to reach for his sleeve but he starts pacing around, a hand running through his hair. “guess i look too much like sunghoon now, huh?” jay mutters and curses. you manage to grip his hand and say firmly, cupping his face in your hands, “no, you don’t. i love you, not sunghoon.” he smirks and softens within seconds. “damn right you do.”
JAKE
“hey, sunoo-” you clamp your hand over your mouth. jake is obviously hurt, but he attempts to joke it off. “oh.. wrong name.” oh no. “jake, no—” you come closer but he turns away, fixing his shirt. “it’s fine, i’m fine.” you hug him fron behind, pressing your cheek in between his shoulder blades. “baby, you’re upset..” you whisper, massaging his shoulders for comfort. “..just call me by my name always, yeah?” jake says, turning to face you and hug you tightly.
SUNGHOON
“jay, do you know if—” utter silence. you rather slowly turn to see sunghoon staring holes into your head. “jay?” he says blankly. “that’s… something new.” your stomach churns horribly. “i didn’t mean to, hoon—” he tilts your head up with his hand. “is he on your mind?” he asks quietly. he’s deadly calm. “no!” you insist, grabbing his wrist. for a few seconds, he just observes you. then, all the tension in his body eases out. “thought so,” sunghoon muttered before kissing you dumb.
SEONWOO
“jungwon, help me with—” you pause and brace yourself for the worst. his expression drops and his lips part in a scowl-like expression. “oh, right. ‘cause i’m just heeseung now?” “wait, sunoo, no-” you rush to hug him but he pulls himself away. “you think i’m heeseung?” you shake your head, hesitantly wrapping his arms around yourself despite his resistance. “no, no, i only want you.” “that really hurt, y/n..” you sigh and he pouts. “don’t do that again,” before his lips lean into yours.
JUNGWON
“jake—” you cover your face with your hands. jungwon raises his eyebrows at you. “..jake?” he says after you, almost like he was amused. but under that, you can tell he was pissed. “it was an accident and you know it,” you say as he pulls you by the pockets of your hoodie. “are you sure?” “what?” you look up at him. “say my name then. prove that you know my actual name.” “jungwon.” he stares you down. “again.” “yang jungwon.” he rewards you with a kiss, hands in your hair. “sounds right.”
RIKI
“jay, stop that—” you cut yourself off abruptly. “say that again,” he dares you, eyes narrowing. “i didn’t mean—” “mm, you did though,” riki interupts you. he steps away from you and mutters, “that’s messed up, y/n.” you cling onto his arm. “i’m sorry,” you pout. “you know i only like you..” his shoulders drop as he gazes at you with an unreadable expression. “you promise?” “promise,” you nod. then, he peppers your face with kisses. “never say any other guys’ names like that, okay?”
