A/N: I wanted to do this set up the old way but I forgot what the old way was :( also this is so much easier for me but the fic is pretty long I originally wanted this layout for short ones but oh well. (Also there’s spelling errors and I went back a fixed some but too lazy to fix the rest :( I sowwy) 🦬
“How about this one?” You asked turning to look at your reflection in the mirror.
“Still too long,” Jake mumbled a clear tent in his pants. “Find something shorter.” He said a bit louder while you watched him palm himself in the mirror.
“Why don’t we just skip this and I’ll help you with your little problem?” You asked taking off yet another skirt and going to the closet to find a shorter one.
Jake watched as you shuffled through tiny skirt after tiny skirt more than ready to start jerking off himself because he was mad horny just staring at your half naked body. “Fuck you’re so sexy, he’s going to cum so fast I bet. You’re even wearing the panties I told you too. Such a good girl.” Jake said seconds away from pulling out his cock.
“Ok this one is the shortest I have in pink.” You said walking back over to the mirror. You caught a glimpse of Jake’s tip peeking out of his pants and you spoke up. “Like I said we could just skip this and I could relieve you?” You said crossing your arms over your chest, eyebrows raised in question. Jake shook his head chuckling to himself as he put his tip away.
“Look at you pretty. Do a spin for me.” Jake watched you ,eyes hungry, ready to pounce on you like a lion. He clicked his tongue. Your final fit was the shortest pink skirt he’d ever seen not even covering your ass in fact showing so much cheek why bother with the panties. But Jake knew Sunghoon would adore you especially with the pink lace thong that was currently living between your cheeks. You wore a cropped pink sweater the buttons going half up just enough to push your breasts up and together. Your makeup was done all pretty with a lot of glitter and your thigh highs completed the look.
“Wait let me do your hair, where are those bows at?” Jake asked walking towards your vanity. You watched him rummage through a few drawers before he pulled out a handful of pink hair bows.
“You really think he’ll like me? What if he doesn’t like my outfit, or what if my pussy isn’t to his standards?” You asked sitting down on your pink stool. Jake was quiet for a while as you watched him brush out your hair before braiding it and adding the bows.
“Baby he seriously has the biggest crush on you. The only reason he hangs out with me so much is so he can be around you and stare at you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you like you’re dinner. Trust me he will adore you. If he doesn’t you still have me your main squeeze.” Jake winked at you before pecking a kiss to your lips. You smiled at him. You loved him so much and it wasn’t like you were cheating on him with Sunghoon. Jake always said he’d let you try new things and all this was organized prior so it’s not like it was a secret. Besides Sunghoon would never replace your boyfriend this was just a side quest in a way, something to spice up your relationship. You both agreed and didn’t see it as wrong even if others did. You really loved Jake and you wanted to do everything and anything for him, this was just another thing you wanted to do for him and with him.
“All ready princess?” Jake asked holding his hand out towards you. You nodded taking it and you two walked out of your room and downstairs to meet Sunghoon who should’ve been in the living room.
Turning the corner you appeared in the living room to find Sunghoon relaxing on the couch doing something on his phone. You were so nervous and Jake knew so he squeezed your hand to reassure you. He cleared his throat and you both watched as Sunghoon glanced up from his phone.
“Oh hey,” was all he said. Then he froze. Phone still in his hand his eyes fluttered before looking back up at you. You held your breath heart beating in your chest, you swore you could hear it. It was quiet for a minute or so Sunghoon’s eyes were wide his pupils prolly growing along with the tent in his pants.
“Do a spin for him sugar.” Jake held your hand and helped you spin slowly for the man in front of you. You heard Sunghoon curse under his breath. It made you giggle.
“Do you like it? Jake helped me pick everything out.” You batted your eyelashes.” Sunghoon was very obviously shifting in his seat, he grabbed a pillow that was near him and place it over his growing member.
“S-spin again for me.” He stumbled over his words. You thought it was so cute. You did as he said but when your back was facing him he told you to stop.
“Fuck dude. Jake you really did it you crazy bastard. Shit. Bring that ass over here sweet thing.” Sunghoon said throwing the pillow on the floor. “Shit I’m so hard already.”
You held Jake’s hand as he led you to Sunghoon and Sunghoon offered you one of his to help you onto his lap. You straddled his lap and when your clothes core touched the burgle against his jeans he cursed. Jake smiled watching the way Sunghoon could not stop staring at you.
“Can I touch?” He asked bringing his hands up to hover over your breasts.
“Go ahead my dude.” Jake shrugged and sat next to Sunghoon on the couch. Sunghoon looked at you as if he was going to ask for your permission but you gasped when his hands grabbed onto your breasts. You smiled running your hands up and down the material of your thigh highs. Sunghoon grinned while he massaged your breasts with his big hands.
“They fit in my hands holy shit. Look at you so fucking pretty. Unbutton your sweater.” Sunghoon’s attitude changed now getting bolder while Jake just pulled out his phone.
“But I dressed up all for you.” You pouted.
“Yes you did and you look so fucking sexy but I’m gonna unwrap you like the present you are.” Sunghoon said reaching for the middle button on your sweater.
“Look at the camera for me doll.” Jake said. You turned to him and as soon and Sunghoon got the last button on your sweater undone he opened it and your breasts bounced against each other.
“Gotta take good pics for later. Smile baby.” You stuck your tongue out instead. Jake only chuckled. You felt Sunghoon’s hands on your breasts again this time his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples.
“Such a pretty thing hmm.” Sunghoon kept his fingers busy on your nipples making you let out small moans here and there. You pussy ached to be touched but you were enjoying the attention to your breasts. After a while his hands left your breasts roaming down to your sides and hips giving the skin a squeeze, his huge hands covering so much of you.
You placed your hands on Sunghoon’s wide shoulder and started to touch him through his shirt. You couldn’t believe you were sitting on his lap right now. You couldn’t believe feeling him growing under you and it made you whine out loud.
“What’s wrong baby?” Sunghoon asked his eyebrows raised. Those beautiful eyebrows of his you wished you could sit on his beautiful face too. You just whines again rolling your hips against Sunghoon’s lap.
“Princess use your words with Sunghoon, he can’t read your mind okay.” You nodded but before you could open you mouth Sunghoon flipped up your skirt to reveal you pink lace panties. You let out a gasp.
“Holy shit.” Sunghoon said as his fingers traced the patterns of the lace. His thumb trailed down to your folds and rubbed where your clit was through the panties. “You really dressed up for me didn’t you?” You nodded and went in for a kiss. His lips were soft and he let you stick your tongue in his mouth. His hand was still in between your legs playing with your panties. He grabbed the crotch of your panties and pulled them up in between your puffy lips. You moaned into his mouth breaking the kiss.
When he left go you learned back from him and watched Sunghoon. With both hands he pulled your panties to the side and his first two digits on his right hand dove straight inside your pussy. You held your skirt up so he could see what he was doing. You really held the skirt for Jake so he could see the pretty imagine of another man’s fingers inside his princess’ cunt.
“Jakey take a pic of this please.” You practically begged. Jake nodded and stood up to get behind Sunghoon for a better angle. Sunghoon pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth quickly wetting them again before inserting them back into your cunt.
“This is perfection.” Jake said taking a few photos. He leaned over the couch and kissed you and you let out another moan between feeling Jake’s tongue and Sunghoon’s fingers both inside you.
“Alright that’s enough teasing.” Sunghoon said. You and Jake pulled away as Sunghoon pulled his fingers out of your cunt. “Ride me noona.” You smiled and Jake went back around to the front of the couch.
“I’m gonna film his cock going inside you okay sugar?” The way Jake spoke made you so wet you could not believe he was letting you fuck his best friend. “Gonna jerk off to this later that’s for sure.”
You repositioned yourself over Sunghoon while he fumbled pulling his cock out. After he pulled it out of his pants his hands went straight to your hips to guide you down on it. You were not expecting it to be so big but you gasped at the feeling of him filling you up not even halfway. “Fuck me, Sunghoon you whined his cock reaching further and further inside you. Your hips jerk as you felt the rest of his cock inside touching your velvety walls. “Fuck you’re so big.” You said crashing your lips into his again. You moaned into his mouth as you slowly rode his cock. Up and down and rolling your hips around him. He was moaning hard his tongue wandering all along the inside of your mouth. You wish his tongue was inside your pussy instead.
Jake was of course filming this as he caught tears form in your eyes from the pain of Sunghoon’s big dick. It made him hard seeing you crying over another man. Something about this was so sexy to Jake he started palming himself over his pants. “You’re so pretty princess. Crying for Sunghoon. Ride that dick good and make him cum and I’ll reward you later hmm?” He asked but it was more like a command.
Jake came to the front and stuck the phone in front of your ass so he could film you cunt sucking up Sunghoon. “That’s it baby take his cock like a good girl.”
Sunghoon’s hands went to your ass as he spread your cheeks for Jake, the pink string of your thong now more visible for the camera. He spanked your ass cheeks a few times each before gripping them rough, fingers digging into your skin. You pulled away from his kiss and moaned into his neck.
“So fucking good for me you little slut. Taking my cock in front of your boyfriend.”
“Alright I got all I need. I’m gonna head out.” Jake said putting his phone away.
“Jakey nooo don’t you wanna stay here? Don’t you wanna watch?” You asked turning towards him. Sunghoon’s hands still massaging your ass his lips starting kissing your neck.
“Trust me baby I have a surprise for later I just have to pick up a couple things and I’ll be back. You’ll be a good slutty thing for Sunghoon right? Do what he tells you and take him like a good girl?” His accent was so sexy it made you so wet. You didn’t want Jake to leave but you wanted him to be happy and proud that you took all Sunghoon could give you so you nodded. You wanted to cry so you did.
“Hey baby, I promise I won’t be gone all day just a couple hours and I got photos and video of how cute you look today. I promise I’ll reward you when I get home alright? Be a good girl okay?” Jake grabbed your neck wrapping his hand around it and kissed you long and hard on the lips. When he pulled away he pulled your bottom lip into his.
“And Sunghoon, treat her well that’s my prized possession. If you hurt her in any way she doesn’t like I’ll kill you.” Jake slapped your ass on the way out and once you both heard the door to the house shut you went back to kissing.
“Now that he’s gone we can really let go hmm?” Sunghoon said as his hands went to rubbing your thighs. You continued to ride him til your orasgam approached, his hands lifting your ass up and down while you took his full length in and out of your now sopping wet pussy. “You f-feel so fucking good doll!” Sunghoon moaned so loudly it made your pussy clench around his huge cock.
“You feel g-good too- ahh!” You screamed as you buried your face in the crook of Sunghoon’s neck. You bit the skin on his neck to suppress your moaning. He felt so good dare you say better than Jake but you missed the way Jake’s cock molded perfectly inside your pretty little cunt. Sunghoon’s was too big and each thrust felt like you were being split apart. You cried out leaning back and grabbing his shirt knuckles turning white as your orgasm hit you like a truck. It hurt and you screamed out.
Sunghoon was concerned for a bit as your body shook around him and his cock twitched inside you before shooting his hot load, covering your velvety walls with his baby sauce. You quietly let Sunghoon know you were okay and he kept thrusting into you his dick pushing the cum up into your cervix his tip kissing and thrusting along your now creamy walls.
“Fuck me fuck me Sunghoon Daddy!” You yelled out. Sunghoon lost control at this and flipped you onto the couch your head hitting the arm rest but he didn’t care anymore he was gone at you calling him daddy.
“Noona you love my cock so much fuck you’re so sexy call me daddy again do it baby fuck.” His body lowered over you his mouth came around your breast as his tongue rolled and licked your nipple. He moaned out his hips jerking as he fucked into you again and again.
“I’m gonna fucking cum again daddy!” you shouted as you felt his cock twitch inside you your body on fire. You needed him bad. “Fuck me harder daddy!” Sunghoon didn’t need to hesitate as his pace sped up so much your back arched up of the couch cushions and you screamed his name your hands fisting his shirt.
“Mm gonna cum inside you again noona fuckkk!” Sunghoon once again came inside you his hip jerking, his cock shooting his baby sauce all inside you again. His head hung low meetings your teary eyes and you came around him your thighs shaking. You cried as he fucked you through your second orgasm, this one hitting harder than the last. When his hips did finally slow down he could barely hold himself up his biceps were shaking, his shirt soaked in sweat. Tears ran down your cheeks and it only made his dick get hard again inside you.
“Fuck I can’t do this baby.” He pulled out of you his dick leaking cum and he jerked himself off at the sight of you. How pretty you looked all fucked out your bows starting to come undone in you hair and your sweater off your shoulder, both your breasts wet and red with bite marks. The way your panties were soaked as cum ran down onto the couch cushions.
Fuckkk..” Sunghoon moaned a string of hot curses cascading out of his mouth as he shot a third hot load all over your breasts and thighs and tummy trying to miss that pretty teary eyed face of yours. You looked so cute and innocent with your tongue hanging out he wanted to cum in your mouth so bad but he didn’t.
Sunghoon leaned down and kissed your lips gently this time. “Are you okay sugar?” He asked as he took your wet panties and tossed them over onto the floor. You nodded smiling at him.
“Thank you Sunghoon.” You said opening your legs wider so he could see all his cum dripping out of your hole. “Fuck I’m so tired.” You said yawning. You wiggled in the couch your breasts jiggling. Sunghoon pulled out his phone and took a photo of the way you looked and sent it to Jake with the caption. “All tuckered out.” Sunghoon wanted to eat you out but he settled for letting you sleep. He put his dick away and sat back down on the couch and soon he too fell asleep his hand resting on your pussy.
You woke up to the feeling of a presence in the room. You opened your eyes at the same time that Jake gently kissed your lips. “Hi baby.” Jake said. You smiled at him as he pulled away. “My sweet girl I saw the pic Sunghoon sent, looks like you had so much fun while I was gone. I hope you’re not too tired though.
Sunghoon slowly woke up next to you and greeted Jake with a fist bump. “She was such a good girl for me. Fire pussy too. I think I’m too big for her though but shit she took me like a champ.” Sunghoon smiled his hand rubbing your still sensitive clit. You whimpered.
“Sit up baby, I have a surprise for you and Sunghoon. You’ll like it trust.” Jake said grabbing your hand and helping you up off the couch. Your pussy made a squishy noise and your thigh still felt like jelly. So Sunghoon and Jake both helped you stand.
“Jakeyyyy,” you whined, “I’m tired.” You pouted as Jake and Sunghoon both led you upstairs.
“It’s okay baby let us take care of you. You won’t have to lift a finger alright? Gotta reward my princess for doing such a good job.”
“seu namoradinho jake sim não consegue se conter quando se trata da sua marquinha de biquíni.” jake x reader!, sexo sem proteção (não pode fazer, viu? 👀), relacionamento estabelecido.
“Amor… Tem que passar protetor toda hora que for na água, se não vai ficar queimado.”
“Mas diz que é a prova d’água.” diz lendo o rótulo.
“É, só se for pro sol da Coréia, porque aqui pro Rio não sustenta não.”
Jake vem novamente, todo murchinho, a pele branquinha já se tornando vermelha, e para em sua frente, sentadinho, para você ajudá-lo com o protetor.
Você passa pelas costas largas, os braços, peitoral, e pelo rostinho vermelho. Se deita ao lado dele na canga, e passa a admira-lo. Ele absorve cada coisinha que acontece pela praia: o sanduíche natural com mate, o moço do biscoito globo, o sacolé. Presta atenção em tudo. Os cabelos negros estão jogados para trás, ainda molhados do último mergulho. Ele é tão tão lindo.
“Você tá ficando com marquinha de biquíni.” ele murmura distraído, a mão passando por sua cintura, até a curva de sua bunda, e voltando. Ambos deitados de lado na canga. Aperta de levinho a poupa do seu traseiro, gosta da sensação de sua pele quente e salgada sob o toque dele.
“Você nunca me viu com marquinha, né?” pergunta fazendo um carinho no rostinho dele. Te agrada que, pelas férias, ele tenha dado um tempo de se barbear, e leves pelinhos pinicam seus dedos.
“Não.” nega com a cabeça. “Não sei nem se eu tô preparado pra esse evento.”
“Bobo.”
“Qual o nome mesmo?” pergunta interessado.
“Quentinha, amor.” você ri. “Vamos tomar um banhozinho, aí a gente almoça. Já liga o ar pra deixar o quarto geladinho.”
Ele liga o ar, e te segue até o banheiro. No box, a ducha geladinha te agrada. Você tira a calcinha e o top do biquíni, e pega Jake encostado no box te reparando. Porra… Para ele, você poderia ficar para sempre assim. A marquinha perfeita em sua bunda, descendo pelo seio o deixando em um formato ainda mais bonito. Tão fodidamente perfeita.
Fica até sem graça em tirar o short de praia molhado, já que ficou duro só de olhar. As bochechas ruborizam, a bermuda justa no quadril. Mas ele se desfaz da peça, e entra no box contigo.
“Gostou?” você pergunta o abraçando pela nuca. Ele abraça sua cintura em resposta, dando um selinho em seus lábios.
“Muito. ‘Cê não tem noção.”
O olha com ternura. Ali, nus, tão íntimo. Jake estava amando conhecer sua cultura, sua história, seu país. A pele do próprio estava levemente bronzeada — embora estivesse mais vermelha do que qualquer outra coisa. Fofo. Passou as unhas grandes pelo abdômen malhado, até chegar no quadril, onde a marca da cueca era evidente. A pele branquinha da virilha constrastava com a barriga queimada de sol. Ele sorri fraco, meio apaixonado, meio tímido, ao entender que você estava o admirando.
“Ficou marcadão, né?” o suspiro que ele dá diz muito sobre sua situação atual. O caralho duro, pulsando, volta e meia roçando em sua barriga, fazendo com que ele tivesse espasmos nervosos. O mínimo contato era suficiente para fazê-lo suprir um gemido manhoso na ponta da língua.
Ele não conseguia parar de te olhar. A pele bronzeada divergindo do tom mais claro ao redor de seus mamilos chamava a atenção dele. A parte de baixo se tornava ainda pior. A marca da calcinha do biquíni era vivida em seu corpo. Ele ao menos sabia o que fazer com tanto desejo. Se pudesse ficaria te apreciado pelada o dia inteiro.
“Que foi, Jakey Jakey?” murmurou com manha, o abraçando novamente. Ele pousa as mãos em suas nadegas, levantando seu corpo de encontro ao dele, suficiente para poder pegar suas coxas, e colocá-la em seu colo, contra a parede.
“Essa marquinha..” diz perdidinho, passa a te segurar apenas com um braço em volto em sua cintura, e a outra mão indo de encontro ao seu seio, acariciando devagar.
Ele estava tão lindo. O cabelo sedoso jogado para trás, o rosto limpo, algumas marcas em seu rosto e algumas pintinhas em seu nariz. Se encantava com o nariz proeminente, os olhos pidões de cachorrinho, e aquele biquinho insistente nos lábios carnudos e bem desenhados.
Lindos.
“Tô com tesão, amor..” murmura contra seus lábios. A respiração totalmente descompassada, se esfregando mais que o normal em seu corpo, querendo manter-se o mais colado o possível em você. Só queria ficar pertinho, agarradinho.
Era o seu cachorrinho.
“E o que você vai fazer com isso…? Hum?” diz baixinho, calma, como se entrelinhas dissesse que entendia. Que estava tudo bem.
Nunca havia visto o namorado daquela forma. Parecia enfeitiçado, desejo puro, em uma mistura de ternura e paixão. Hipnotizado.
“Quero comer você. Quero muito, muito.. Porra…” o pau pulsou novamente só de falar. “Deixa eu te foder, uhm?” pede, puro dengo. Quase implora.
“Estamos sem camisinha, meu bebê..” você diz, maldosa, escondendo-se atrás de um biquinho falso. Ele ao menos percebe.
“A gente faz sem, por favor.” sopra em seus lábios, massageando sua bunda com mais força agora, descontando a vontade que sente de apenas se deslizar para dentro. Seria tão fácil. O pau já babando pré gozo entraria com facilidade, uma vez que ele também conseguia sentir seu calor, seu prazer escorrendo pela coxa. E isso piorava a situação dele. Deveria estar tão molhadinha, tão quentinha, e a porra daquela marquinha…
“Vamo foder no pelo, vai… Eu gozo fora. Por favor, por favor, por favor… Já tá começando a doer… Ou deixa só a cabecinha. Juro.” murmura dengoso, já respirando pela boca. Suas palavras saiam como gemidos, a medida que encostava em sua buceta quentinha volta e meia. Nem percebia as estocadas superficiais que dava, apenas para se esfregar em você.
“Tá. Só um pouquinho.” murmura, sentindo-se tão afetada quanto, pelo desespero do maior.
“Só um pouquinho.” repete em um sussurro, a cabecinha sendo guiada pra sua fenda babada, entrando com facilidade. Ele geme cortado de imediato, o seu interior apertando-o. Não demora nem segundos para manter um ritmo rápido, socando em você. Mantinha os lábios colados nos seus, você sentindo a vibração dos gemidos gostosos saindo da boquinha dele.
Tão lindo.
Murmurando palavras desconexas naquele sotaque australiano gostoso, sem dizer coisa com coisa. Você, no colinho dele, o ajudava rebolando em seu comprimento, agarrando os cabelos macios de sua nuca, e puxando volta e meia com carinho e tesão.
“Você é muito gostosa, bebê.. Que bucetinha gostosa, toda minha.. Não me aperta assim não, por favor… Deixa-.. Deixa mais um pouco.”
“Não dá…” diz, pura manha. “Tá muito bom, tá muito bom.”
“Eu sei, eu sei… Mas não vou conseguir te fazer gozar metendo assim, sem gozar também…” aumenta um pouco o ritmo das estocadas, meio desesperado, a vontade subindo à sua cabeça.
Ele, com a destra, se apoia no suporte que tem no box, te encaixa melhor no próprio pau, e passa a socar mais rápido.
“Jakey…” ele não conseguia falar mais nada. Nada. Apenas gemer.
“N-não d-dá, amor… E-eu vou.. Vou g-gozar.”
Era o momento certo, já que você nem ligaria se ele gozasse dentro. Estava tão absorta no próprio orgasmo iminente, que pensou na responsabilidade só depois.
Seu prazer veio com força, o apertando com vontade, pulsando tão forte que foi impossível Jake se segurar. Gozou tão forte quanto você, lutando para não perder as próprias forças. Esporrou quentinho em seu interior, sentindo o alívio de todo tesão acumulado sair pela fenda da cabecinha inchada e maltratada.
Os gemidos de Jake eram músicas para seu ouvido, o corpo malhado tremia ainda pela estimulação. Termina deixando seu corpo escorregar devagar, até que seus pés estivessem de volta ao chão. As mãos dele em sua cintura agora, a cabeça para o alto, molhando os cabelos lisinhos.
“Porra..” ele murmura, meio risonho, meio tímido, dando selares molhadinhos em sua testa, bochecha, e boca. Evoluindo para um beijo rápido, mas molhadinho, com a língua quente acariciando a sua.
“Tudo isso por causa da marquinha?” provoca risonha.
“Pra você ver.” diz baixinho, totalmente apaixonado.
jake x fem!reader. smut, fingering, squirting. mdni!
just thinking about jake and his weird habit of putting his middle and ring finger into things ??
imagine you're on the bed with him, laying on your back. your shorts and panties were taken off, shirt pushed up to free your boobs. jake's been fingering your pussy for minutes now, pumping his fingers into your hole.
he was sucking your left boob, both of them red and wet already, all marked up. he was being messy as always, licking and slurping on your nipple just to hear your moans go thinner.
your legs were shaking. "p-please jakey... I c-can't-"
"yes you can, babydoll." he muttered as his mouth left your tit for a second, looking at you. "you look so gorgeous, all ruined and messy for me. you say you can't, but this pretty cunt is still clenching around my fingers."
his fingers curled in that way that made you see stars. "mhmm- jake!" you cried out, knowing your third orgasm was close already.
jake chuckled. "see? cum on my fingers again, dolly. just once more, do it for me." he started to move his hand faster, hitting that good spot over and over again, fingers deep between your legs.
you arched your back, a loud scream before your pussy started to let out liquid. he pumped his fingers faster for a second before letting go, letting you squirt all over his hand and his bed.
he just watched, looking like he was the one who just cummed all over the sheets. "fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea how beautiful that was." he said before licking his hand. he then went down to lick your pussy clean, getting breathless little gasps off you.
warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, very suggestive, mdni!!
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You don’t even slow down when the security guy waves you through. You just nod, half-running, half-tripping your way down the hall, heartbeat still syncing to the chaos of the crowd behind you. You can hear the music blaring from the locker room already, some obnoxious victory playlist on full volume, someone yelling about Gatorade, a chant of “LET’S GO!” echoing off the walls.
You're in and Jake’s the first one who sees you. He’s got no shirt on, towel draped around his neck, cheeks flushed and hair a mess, and the second his eyes lock onto yours, he breaks into this wide, boyish grin that makes your knees give out a little. He doesn't even say anything, he just runs straight to you and scoops you into a hug so tight it knocks the air out of your lungs.
“I told them to let you in,” he mumbles into your hair. “Didn’t think I’d actually survive long enough to see it.”
Sunghoon’s behind him, already peeling Jake off you so he can get his own hug in, nearly lifting you off the ground with how tight he holds you. “We fucking did it,” he says, half-laughing, half-breathless. “Did you see that touchdown? I blacked out halfway through, I swear.”
“I saw everything,” you say, still kind of dazed. “You guys were—dude. You crushed them. They didn’t stand a chance.”
And somehow, that’s enough to set off a whole new round of screaming. Jake throws his towel like it’s a confetti cannon. Sunghoon yells something unintelligible and jumps around like he’s six years old. Before you can even process it, someone (probably Jake) is yelling, “UP SHE GOES!” and suddenly you’re being hoisted onto their shoulders like some sort of trophy.
You flail a little, laughing so hard you nearly choke. “You guys are gonna drop me—”
“No chance,” Jake shouts. “You’re the reason we even got our shit together in the first place.”
“That’s facts,” Sunghoon adds, steadying your leg. “This is your win too.”
You don’t even care that you’re slightly terrified of falling. You’re beaming, cheeks aching from smiling, surrounded by the sounds of celebration. Someone tosses a bottle of apple cider across the room. Jake catches it one-handed, pops it open, and sprays it everywhere while yelling, and Sunghoon’s wheezing from laughter. You’re wiping cider off your cheek, still sitting on Jake’s shoulders like it’s the most normal thing in the world. It kind of is.
Eventually, they let you down. You’re still laughing, a little breathless, hair a mess from being hoisted around like a trophy, when you hear someone yell: “GET OUTTA THE WAY, MVP MUSE COMIN’ THROUGH!” And it’s Beomgyu, of course. Charging in like he owns the place, drenched in sweat, pads halfway off, eyes wild.
Behind him is Heeseung, scowling at his phone, and Niki, who should not be here, because he’s literally not on the team, but he’s walking in like he is, holding a Gatorade bottle like it’s champagne. Soobin follows last, towel over his head, looking like he’s seen the gates of hell.
“Look at you,” Heeseung says, finally glancing up and smiling at you. “All up on shoulders like a little trophy.”
“She is the trophy,” Sunghoon says behind you, still breathless.
Beomgyu snorts, then turns to Soobin. “Yo, how do you miss an extra point with your WHOLE FOOT. You had ONE JOB.”
“It slipped!” Soobin groans, burying his face deeper in the towel. “It was wet!”
“Your excuses are wet,” Beomgyu fires back. “I’m never letting you kick anything again. I’m buying a robot kicker off Amazon.”
“You can’t even buy shampoo off Amazon without messing it up,” Niki adds, sipping from his Gatorade bottle like it’s wine.
“Wait.” You squint at Niki. “Why are you here? You’re not even on the team.”
“I have a VIP pass for life,” Niki says proudly, holding up a laminated badge. “I was the football team’s social media manager last year. I posted one TikTok and it got 82 views. Legacy secured.”
“You posted a thirst trap of yourself in the mirror with the caption ‘practice grind,’” Heeseung mutters.
“EXACTLY. The people were fed.”
“Okay, wait,” you turn to Heeseung. “Did you ever fix your keyboard? Jake showed me your message and it looked like a Greek prophecy.”
Heeseung groans, holding up his phone. “Mark Lee changed my keyboard to Greek and I can’t figure out how to switch it back.”
You glance back at Heeseung, who’s now poking at his screen like it personally betrayed him. “You know what you need?” you tell him, grinning. “You need Giannis Antetokounmpo to come fix your phone again.”
Heeseung groans. “At this point, I’d pay him.”
“I’m DMing him right now,” Niki says, already typing. “Telling him we have a Greek emergency.”
You’re laughing again, shoulders still tingling from the adrenaline of the celebration. Around you, the locker room is chaos, pads clattering to the floor, towels flying, someone blasting music from a waterproof speaker, someone else trying to use the hand dryer to dry their hair (probably Beomgyu).
Jake’s hand finds yours as he tugs you gently toward the hallway. “We’re gonna shower real quick, then it’s party time,” he tells you, eyes still shining.
Sunghoon bumps his shoulder as he walks by, hair damp already, cheeks flushed with victory. “Don’t take too long,” you call after them. “I have exactly twenty-five minutes of patience and then I start pulling people out in towels.”
“You’d love that,” Jake calls over his shoulder.
You sit on a bench outside the locker room, texting random updates to your friends and watching the door as the boys rotate through one by one, some actually getting clean, others just putting on deodorant and praying for the best.
Eventually, they all trickle out, fresh jerseys, hoodies, backwards caps. Jake grabs your hand again, grinning like he hasn’t stopped since the final whistle. Sunghoon is next to him, animatedly re-telling one of the plays. Niki’s walking backwards ahead of everyone, filming them for a fake vlog, narrating: “Here we have the champions. Smelly, emotional, dangerously underfed.”
Jake’s house is already packed. Music’s blaring, lights are low and warm, and there’s that post-win energy in the air. Everyone’s yelling, hugging, double-fisting sodas and beers like it’s the end of the world in the best possible way.
“LET’S GOOOOOO,” Jungwon yells, arms up in victory even though he didn’t play a single minute of the game. Giselle steps in behind him in a matching UCLA hoodie, sunglasses on indoors. Classic.
“Why is that rat back?” Jake asks suddenly, pointing.
Because Woonhak is walking in like a proud father, holding his pet rat in a little hoodie that says “MVP.” You blink. The rat blinks back. “She needed to see history being made,” Woonhak says solemnly. “She’s a huge Jake fan.”
You turn to Woonhak. “Magnesium is a girl?”
“Yeah,” Woonhak mutters. “Add her to the guest list next time.”
Before anyone can say anything else, the door opens again and in tumble Jay, Taesan, and Leehan. Jungwon beelines for Jay and throws himself into his arms. “You remembered I exist!!”
“You’re my favorite clone,” Jay says, spinning him once. “Don’t tell your sister.”
Sunghoon appears next to you, two drinks in hand. He gives you one without saying anything and just nudges his shoulder against yours. You smile at him.
Jake reappears too, a little sweaty already because he’s been moving furniture to make room for people dancing. He tugs your sleeve. “Hey,” he says, a little shy, even now. “You having fun?”
You nod. “This is insane. You’re like… a hero.”
Jake looks at you for a second, then grins. “You’re the only one I care about impressing.”
Sunghoon hears that and groans dramatically. “Get a room. Or let me join. I’m flexible.”
You burst out laughing, caught between the two of them. Jake’s arm goes around your waist. Sunghoon throws an arm over your shoulder from the other side. And just like that, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, in the middle of a perfect night, with your boys on either side and the party just getting started.
In two hours in, it’s officially a full-blown, borderline illegal rager. The living room is a sauna of bodies. Someone turned the backyard into a beer pong arena. The kitchen counter is stacked with half-eaten pizzas and a single rotisserie chicken that no one knows who brought. You lose track of how many people hug you just because they “saw you on Jake’s story.”
And more people keep arriving. At one point, Yeonjun walks in wearing leather pants and a glittery mesh top, like he’s coming from the Euphoria set. He’s followed by Taehyun, who immediately makes a beeline for the aux and puts on an obscure hyperpop remix of “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” No one knows what’s happening, but no one stops him.
You find Heeseung trying to use a Swiffer to mop up spilled Coke, even though the Swiffer pad is bone dry. “This isn’t working,” he mutters, still doing it anyway.
Then Niki shows up again. You swear he was here earlier, but now he’s wearing a different outfit, sunglasses, and holding a walkie talkie.
“Bro,” Jake calls, “where have you been?”
Niki holds up a finger. “Securing the guest list.”
“What guest list?” you ask, just as the door swings open.
John Cena walks in. Like. The John Cena. In full jorts. “Where the party at?” he asks in perfect sync with the beat drop. People scream. John Cena gives Sunghoon a fist bump and tells Jake “good game, champ.”
You stare, but you’re too stunned to speak. And then it gets worse.
Behind him:
A guy who might be from Stranger Things.
Gordon Ramsay.
A baby-faced TikToker with a ring light strapped to their chest.
Someone’s uncle.
“Bro,” Beomgyu says to you, eyes wide. “Gordon Ramsay just stepped on my foot.”
“Did you thank him?” you ask.
“I apologized to him, actually.”
At one point, you catch Jake and Sunghoon in the hallway, eating Doritos straight from the bag while talking to John Cena about protein powder. You’re still trying to process that when you hear yelling from the kitchen.
“WHO PUT A RAT IN THE BLENDER?”
(It’s unplugged. Woonhak was just trying to take a cool photo of Magnesium.)
You step out onto the porch to breathe, only for Niki to materialize behind you. “Next time,” he says, sipping something neon, “we get Beyoncé.”
You don’t even question it. You just nod. At this point, anything feels possible.
The music inside is still thumping. The lights still flash like it’s someone’s cinematic debut. People are still screaming every time they spot a new celebrity.
The backyard’s quieter now, you sit on the edge of a patio bench, cradling a solo cup filled with something vaguely fruity. Jungwon flops down next to you with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back. Sunoo follows right after, curling up beside you. “You look happy,” Jungwon says after a beat, turning his head to you.
You glance at him, surprised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Like… genuinely.”
“You haven’t yelled at me in like two hours,” Sunoo adds. “That’s personal growth.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “I’m always yelling at you out of love.”
“I know,” he grins. “I just prefer this version of you.”
“Okay ew,” Jungwon mutters, but he’s smiling too. “But for real… I’m glad. You’ve been through a lot, Y/N. It’s nice seeing you just… breathe.”
You pause for a moment, looking up at the stars. Or maybe they’re just reflections in the pool. Either way, you feel lighter. Like someone took a heavy coat off your shoulders without you noticing. “Yeah,” you admit quietly. “I feel good. Like… good good.”
Sunoo bumps his shoulder against yours. “Is it the Jake and Sunghoon effect?”
You laugh. “Maybe.”
Jungwon squints at you. “Okay, but like. Be honest. What is going on with you three?”
“Are you dating them both?” Sunoo stage whispers.
You giggle into your cup. “I don’t know what it is, honestly. It’s just… fun. We’re having fun. They’re friends again. Everything feels… easy.”
Jungwon tilts his head. “You’re not confused?”
“Oh I’m very confused,” you say. “But in a kind of peaceful way.”
Sunoo snorts. “Poetic.”
You lean your head on Sunoo’s shoulder, exhaling. “I just… I spent so long feeling like I had to figure it all out. Like I needed answers or labels or a five-year plan or whatever. And now I’m just trying to enjoy the moment.”
Jungwon looks at you for a second and nods, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Proud of you.”
Sunoo shrugs. “Don’t blame me. I’m just the narrator of your hot girl arc.”
Jungwon raises his cup. “To Y/N.”
“To confusion and kissing hot people!” Sunoo adds. You clink your cups together, laughing under the string lights.
You’re halfway to the fridge when you hear your name.
“Y/N.”
You turn your head and see Jake leaning against the counter, half-shadowed by the dim kitchen lights. His hat’s backwards, cheeks still a little flushed from the post-game high, hair damp like he just ran his hand through it. You blink. “What are you doing in here? Hiding from the A-list guests?”
He smirks. “Maybe.”
You raise an eyebrow, amused. “You planning to kiss John Cena next or something?”
Jake chuckles, low and breathy. “Not unless he asks nicely.”
You laugh and head to the fridge, pulling it open to grab a drink. But before you can close it, Jake’s already next to you, reaching past you to push the door shut. You blink up at him, heart tripping. He’s close. Stupidly close. “Actually,” he says, voice low, “I was waiting for you.”
Your pulse spikes. “Oh?”
“You haven’t given me my victory kiss yet.”
You try to play it cool. “Oh, I haven’t?”
Jake shakes his head slowly. “Nope. Won a whole game and everything. My feelings are so hurt.”
You smile despite yourself, hand still wrapped around your drink like a lifeline. “Poor baby.”
Jake tilts his head. “Think you can fix it?”
You open your mouth to say something, probably to make a joke or deflect, but then his hand is already on your waist, gentle but firm, and you forget how to speak altogether. He pulls you just slightly closer, enough that your chest brushes his, enough that you can smell the cologne on his neck.
You look up at him, he looks down at you. And then you kiss him. It’s slow and a little teasing. His mouth is warm, familiar now, and he kisses you like he’s been waiting all night. Like he’s still a little drunk off the win, but you’re the only thing that really matters.
His hand slips under the hem of your shirt, resting against your back, warm and steady. He deepens the kiss slightly, just enough that you feel your knees weaken a little and your free hand clutches his shirt to stay upright. When you finally pull back, your breath is shallow, your cheeks warm.
Jake grins. “There it is,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “That’s what I was waiting for.”
You bite back a smile. “Cocky.”
“Earned,” he says. Then pauses. “Though, like… feel free to keep going if you’re feeling generous.”
You laugh, leaning in to kiss him again, shorter this time, just to shut him up. But his hand stays on your waist even after you part, thumb brushing your skin like he doesn’t want to let go. Jake’s eyes flick toward the pantry door, then back to you. There’s a split second of hesitation, like he’s deciding what to do, but then he leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Come here.”
He just grabs your hand and starts pulling you. “Oh my god,” you say, laughing as he opens the door to the pantry. “Jake. Not this again.” He grins, tugging you inside and shutting the door behind you. “I’ve seen this movie and it ends with Sunghoon walking in and pretending he’s not into it.”
Jake leans in, hands sliding to your waist as he cages you gently between his arms and the wall. His voice drops. “Yeah, yeah,” he murmurs. “We’ll call Sunghoon later. Right now?” He brushes your hair back behind your ear. “I want you all to myself.”
Your breath catches, just for a second. There’s something about the way he says it, so calm, so sure, like he’s not even asking. Just stating a fact. Jake tilts his head, mouth brushing your jaw. “I’ve been sharing you all night,” he mutters. “Let me be selfish for once.”
You don’t argue. He kisses you hard, urgent, his hands grip your waist tight, sliding under your shirt again, fingers hot against your skin. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instinctively, pulling him in, and he groans softly against your mouth like he’s been waiting for this exact second. “You taste like that lemonade shit you like,” he mumbles between kisses. “So annoying. I wanna be mad but it’s hot.”
You laugh into his mouth, but it turns into a gasp when he starts kissing down your neck, slow and purposeful, like he’s memorizing every inch of you again. His teeth graze your skin and you feel your knees wobble. “You drive me fucking crazy, y’know that?” he mutters. “Walkin’ around this party, lookin’ all smug. Everyone’s talkin’ to you and I’m just—fuck—I’m just standing there like an idiot.”
“You jealous?” you whisper, grinning.
Jake huffs a laugh against your collarbone. “Yeah. Sue me.”
His hand slides up your spine, pulling you closer until there’s nothing between you but heat and breath and the sound of the bass from the living room thumping through the walls. “I keep thinking about that night,” he says, voice low, “when it was just us. When you looked at me like that.”
“Like what?”
Jake pulls back just far enough to look at you. “Like you needed me.”
His words punch the air out of your lungs. But before you can reply, his mouth is on yours again, deeper this time, more intense. His body presses into yours and you can feel how badly he wants this. Wants you. “Say you missed me,” he murmurs, lips trailing along your jaw.
You breathe, “I missed you.”
“Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
Jake smirks, forehead resting against yours for a second like he’s catching his breath. Then he kisses you again, messy, hot, hungry. His hands roam. Yours do too. There’s no space. Just Jake, everywhere, kissing you like the world might end, like the game didn’t matter. You moan softly into his mouth, and he groans in return, like it’s his favorite sound on earth. “I could stay in here all night,” he whispers.
You laugh, breathless. “I think someone’s gonna notice we’re gone.”
Jake presses one last, lazy kiss to your lips, his voice low and smug. “Good. Let ’em wonder.”
You're just catching your breath, your back still pressed to the wall, when Jake shifts. His hands slide lower, gripping the backs of your thighs, and before you can react, he lifts you effortlessly. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He presses you harder into the wall, his body flush against yours, and there’s no space left between you. You can feel everything.
“Fuck,” he mutters into your neck, voice rough and shaky. “You feel so good like this. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as he kisses you again, hotter now, sloppier, with that kind of urgency that makes your head spin. He rocks his hips into yours just enough for you to feel it, and it sends a shiver through your entire body. “Jake,” you breathe, voice barely a whisper.
“I should take you to my room,” he says, panting slightly, like he’s trying to talk himself into letting go. “I should—fuck—I wanna lay you out on my bed, take my time with you.”
You moan, and that’s all it takes. He presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard, his hands squeezing your thighs tighter. He crashes his mouth back to yours, and the way he touches you, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, makes your stomach flip. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles. “You came out tonight wearing my jersey, and I knew I was screwed.”
You smirk against his mouth. “I wore it for you.”
Jake growls softly, nipping your lower lip. “Yeah? Keep talkin’ like that and I really won’t make it to the bedroom.”
The wall is cool behind your back, but Jake is all heat, his mouth, his hands, his body pressing into yours like he can’t get close enough. You can feel him pulsing with tension, like he's holding himself back by a thread. Jake’s kiss starts to slow, just barely, but it’s still deep and greedy. His lips are swollen, his breath warm against your cheek as he nuzzles in close, one hand still gripping the back of your thigh.
You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and murmur, “We should go back.”
Jake leans back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowed like you just said the most heartbreaking thing in the world. “Back? Why?”
You laugh softly, brushing his messy hair out of his face. “Because you just won the biggest game of your life, and you’re hiding in a pantry.”
“I am celebrating,” he says, dipping to kiss your neck. “With you.”
You bite back a smile. “You’ll celebrate with me later. With less people downstairs and preferably a door that locks.”
Jake groans dramatically, letting his head fall against your shoulder. “You’re evil.”
You kiss his temple and whisper, “You love it.”
He sets you down slowly, his hands lingering at your waist like he’s not quite ready to let go. His eyes search yours like he's committing this whole moment to memory. “Later,” he repeats, grinning now. “You better keep that promise.”
“I always do.”
When you both step out of the pantry, the music hits you like a wave, loud and fast and chaotic. The house is even more packed now, everyone buzzing from the win, the drinks, and whatever unhinged guest list Niki summoned.
You spot Jungwon holding a ping pong ball and making aggressive eye contact with Jay across the room. He sees you and lights up. “DUDE. You’re playing. Come here.”
You shoot Jake a quick smile and head toward the beer pong table. Jungwon throws his arm around your shoulder like it’s game time in the Super Bowl again. “Me and Y/N,” Jungwon announces, already talking shit. “Versus grandpa Jay and the tall emo.”
“Tall emo?” Sunghoon laughs, setting down his drink. “You just gave me more motivation to wipe the floor with you.”
Jay winks at Jungwon. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”
Jungwon lets you go, smirking while he points at Jay, feigning anger. “Hope you’re ready to cry in the bathroom when I sink all the cups.”
Sunghoon steps up beside you while Jay and Junwon are bickering, his lips barely brushing your ear, leans over and whispers, “If I win, you owe me a kiss.”
You roll your eyes, heart stuttering a little. “That’s not how this works.”
“Sure it is,” he says, casual, cocky. “Winner gets a prize. You can kiss Jake after if you feel bad.” You bump his shoulder playfully, but he just grins wider.
The game starts, and it’s instantly chaotic. Jungwon is yelling so much for someone who keeps missing. You’re actually decent, sinking a few shots back to back, but Sunghoon, of course, is disgustingly good. Every time he lands a shot, he does some stupid little victory dance, and Jay keeps egging him on.
Eventually, Jay sinks the last cup. Jungwon screams “NOOOOOOO” and dramatically drops to the floor like he’s been sniped. You’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe.
Jay and Sunghoon are high-fiving, obnoxiously smug. “Losers,” Jay says. “Should’ve brought a better teammate, Jungwon.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t have my glasses,” Jungwon mutters, still on the ground.
You’re about to go grab another drink when Sunghoon appears in front of you, a little breathless, eyes sparkling. “I believe,” he says, cocking his head, “you owe me a reward.”
You raise a brow. “For winning a drinking game?”
He steps closer, voice lower. “Don’t act like you didn’t promise.”
Your breath catches a little. The energy between you is buzzing, electric. You glance around, and when you look back at Sunghoon, he’s smiling at you like he knows exactly what he's doing. You look up at Sunghoon, eyes playful, but your smile is full of trouble. “Ohhh,” you hum, tilting your head, “you want me to reward you? That’s cute.”
Sunghoon’s gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes. “I’m dead serious.”
You take a step back, slowly, taunting. “Hmmm… I don’t know. I didn’t agree to anything. I think you’re making stuff up.”
He laughs under his breath, following you like a shadow. “You’re such a bad liar.”
You bite your lip, letting your eyes drop to his mouth and then back up. “And you’re dangerously cocky.”
“Only when I know I’m right.”
You fake a dramatic sigh and turn like you’re going to leave, tossing over your shoulder, “Well, guess you’ll have to find someone else to kiss.”
But you don’t move far, and you know he’s watching you. He’s there in a second, catching your wrist gently. “Y/N.” His voice is lower now, quieter, dipped in something that makes your spine straighten. You glance back, and he smirks. “You know, I’ve been to Jake’s house like a hundred times. I know a lot of hidden places here, more… private.”
“Oh yeah?” you ask, still teasing, eyes sharp. “How many girls have you dragged off to corners and closets and bathrooms, huh?”
Sunghoon leans in close, his breath brushing your jaw. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Before you can respond, he’s already steering you subtly down the hall, hand at your lower back like he owns the moment. The noise of the party fades just a little as he pushes open a door, a small half-bath, and pulls you in with him before locking it with a quiet click.
You're half-laughing, half-shocked. “Sunghoon—”
But you’re cut off when he turns you around with a hand on your hip, pressing you gently forward until your hands land on the edge of the counter. The mirror stretches in front of you, and he steps in behind, his chest warm against your back but not quite touching. Hovering.
He catches your eyes in the reflection. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this.” His voice is just above a whisper, rasped and slow in your ear, the heat of him curling around your whole body. Your breath catches in your throat. “You’ve been playing all night,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Looking at me like that.”
You shiver. His hands are on the counter now, caging you in, his body heat pouring over you. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. “Bet you don’t even realize.”
One of his hands lifts, sliding down your side, fingers just grazing the curve of your waist. You lean back into him instinctively, your body betraying every ounce of composure. Your eyes meet in the mirror again. He breathes. “I just wanna see how long you can keep pretending you don’t want this too.”
You breathe out a laugh, shaky and soft, but your body betrays your voice. You’re leaning back into him more now, heart racing, eyes flickering down from the mirror like you can’t even face your own reflection. Sunghoon notices. He dips his head, his nose brushing the curve of your neck, and he says, low and smooth: “You’re real quiet now.”
You don’t answer. Can’t. Your hands are gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles tight, and he’s still right there, so close behind you, not touching completely, but there. His presence is heavy, almost unbearable in the best way. He lets the silence drag, lets it stretch until it’s almost too much.
Finally, he moves. His hands slide from the counter to your hips, slow and purposeful. His fingers press into your sides just enough for you to feel it through the fabric of your clothes. He leans in until his chest is flush against your back, warm and solid, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath syncing with yours.
Then, he brings his mouth to your ear, voice barely audible: “I’m gonna kiss you now.” You don’t even have time to nod before he turns you around gently, his hands guiding you like he already knows exactly where you’ll go. And you do. You let him.
The second you're facing him, his hand slides up to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. He looks at you like he’s memorizing something, eyes intense but soft, lips slightly parted. He kisses you. His mouth moves against yours in perfect rhythm, hot and certain, pulling you under like a riptide. His other hand finds your waist, gripping you tighter, and you melt into him without thinking. Your hands reach for him instinctively, curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, grounding yourself in the heat and pressure of him.
The kiss deepens, fast. His mouth parts against yours, tongue brushing yours in a way that’s so smooth and deliberate it makes your knees buckle. He groans softly into the kiss, and that sound alone sends a wave through you, low and warm and dizzying.
When you gasp for air, he doesn’t pull away. His lips trail down to your jaw, then to the corner of your mouth, then to your neck. “You kiss me like that again,” he whispers against your skin, “and I’m not letting you leave this room.”
You laugh, breathless. “Wasn’t planning on leaving soon.”
He lifts his head, eyes burning into yours, thumb still caressing your jaw. “Good.”
And then he kisses you again. You can feel the tension unraveling between you, fast and hungry and real. Like it’s been simmering for way too long and now that the fuse is lit, there’s no stopping it. One of his hands slides up your back, to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. The other slips just under the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing bare skin at your waist, gentle but electric.
You kiss him like you’re trying to memorize him too. Like this might be the only moment that exists. Like you’ve wanted this just as long. And when you finally pull apart, barely breathing, foreheads pressed together, he just grins. “God,” he mutters, “you drive me insane.”
You smirk, still catching your breath. “Takes one to know one.” He laughs under his breath, and the sound is so him that you swear your chest aches a little. Sunghoon’s hands are all over you now.
There’s no hesitation anymore, just heat and pressure and the unmistakable sound of his breath catching every time you gasp. Your back hits the counter again, and this time his hips follow, slotting between your legs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His mouth is on yours, hungry, devouring, pulling every little noise out of you like he needs them to breathe.
His hands trail up under your skirt, fingers grazing your thighs, slow and teasing. He doesn’t go further, but the threat is there. It’s in the way he grips your waist, the way his lips trail from your mouth to your neck, to that spot just below your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbles, voice low and gravelly. “I should show you.”
And just as his hands tighten on your hips like he’s about to do exactly that, there’s a loud knock on the door.
“Yo,” someone calls from the hallway, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. “People are literally peeing in the backyard. Open up.”
You both freeze. Sunghoon’s forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel his whole body shaking, he’s laughing. Quiet, breathless, absolutely done with the interruption. You can’t help it either. You giggle, still pinned against the counter, legs around him, a mess, lipstick probably smudged to hell. “This is so unserious.”
He finally looks up at you, eyes still dark with want, but there's a crooked smirk on his lips now. “You’re telling me.”
You slide your hands down his chest, smoothing his shirt, trying (and failing) to make yourselves look halfway presentable. “We should probably—go back.”
“Probably,” he repeats, but he’s not moving.
You tilt your head. “I told Jake I’d meet him in his room later.”
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Oh yeah?”
You nod, slowly, dragging your fingers up to the collar of his shirt. “End of the night.”
He leans in again, mouth brushing your ear. “Lucky him.” You smirk, already reaching for the doorknob, but his voice stops you one last time. “Maybe I’ll come find you both.”
You glance back at him, eyes locking, heartbeat skipping a beat at the way he’s looking at you, like he’s already picturing it. Like the thought of you and Jake together is not something that bothers him at all. Quite the opposite. “Maybe you should,” you say, lips twitching into a wicked smile.
You open the door and step out like nothing happened, leaving him alone in the bathroom with the ghost of your lipstick on his neck and the idea of what could happen next still burning in his mind.
You find your way back to the party, though your heart’s still racing a little. The music’s still going, but things have mellowed out just enough. You spot your friends all crowded in the backyard, sitting on mismatched chairs and the edge of the pool, some people on the grass with plastic cups in hand.
Jungwon waves you over with a big grin, scooting over so you can sit between him and Sunoo. “There she is,” Sunoo says, nudging you. “Thought maybe you’d been kidnapped again.”
You just smile and sip your drink. “Almost.”
Everyone’s laughing and talking over each other, the kind of easy, familiar chaos that makes your chest feel warm. Jake's standing a little off to the side, laughing at something Heeseung said, until Heeseung yells, “Jake! Give us your victory speech!”
Jake straightens up like he’s been waiting for this his whole life. Jake climbs onto one of the patio chairs like it’s a stage. “I just wanna say…” he starts, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “This victory wasn't just for the team. It was for the people.”
Everyone groans. “Shut up!” Beomgyu yells, throwing a chip at him. “You literally fumbled like twice!”
“I recovered!” Jake protests. “And I scored! This is my redemption arc!”
Niki jumps in. “We couldn’t have done it without my support on the sidelines. Really. My Instagram stories? Inspirational. Game-changing.”
Jungwon’s already wheezing, and someone from the back—maybe Woonhak—shouts, “YOU'RE NOT EVEN ON THE TEAM!”
“I AM the team,” Niki replies, unbothered.
Everyone’s laughing now, and Jake just raises his cup. “But for real. Shoutout to my guys. Heeseung, Soobin, Beomgyu. The whole team. But especially…” He turns toward Sunghoon. “Especially Sunghoon,” he says, a little softer. “You killed it out there.”
There’s a beat of silence. Everyone watches as Sunghoon gets up, walking over with a little smile on his face. They do one of those bro-hug-handshake things, and then just pull each other in for a real hug. The group starts clapping and cheering like it’s a movie ending. Sunghoon pulls back and says something only Jake can hear, probably something dumb, but they both laugh like kids again.
You can’t stop smiling. Because this is kind of everything. Seeing them like this. Not just winning the game. But finding each other again. Being friends again.
And for a moment, in the middle of a chaotic backyard, under cheap string lights and surrounded by people you love, everything feels okay. Like maybe things don’t have to be figured out yet, as long as you have moments like these.
The party had started to wind down the way all great nights eventually do, not with silence, but with soft laughter, spilled drinks, and someone passed out on a beanbag chair in the corner of the living room.
You’re not sure what time it is. Late enough that the playlist’s shuffled into obscure indie covers, and Sunoo’s stopped pretending to like the beer pong crowd and started stealing blankets from Jake’s closet to wrap around himself, Jungwon and Giselle. There’s a weird kind of peace in it. A calm buzz in your chest. You’re warm, from the alcohol, the memories, the way your cheeks still hurt from smiling.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, walking through the quieter parts of the house, brushing past jackets tossed on chairs and half-finished drinks on the counter. The hallway's quiet when you step into it. The bass from the speakers is still thumping, but faint, almost like a heartbeat now. Most of the party has dissolved into corners, whispered conversations, slow goodbyes, people curled up in borrowed blankets on the floor.
You’re headed to the bathroom, barely thinking, when you feel fingers wrap around your wrist. You turn, already smiling. Jake. He’s got that look on his face again, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all night. “Hey,” he says, voice soft, eyes a little sleepy from the drinks and dancing. “Was just looking for you.”
“Oh yeah?” you tease. “Well, I was looking for a toilet.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then to the corner of your mouth. Then to your mouth, fully. It’s slow, warm, affectionate, different from the others tonight. There’s no urgency. Just something that says, I’m really glad it was you. He pulls back, still close enough for your noses to brush. “Come with me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Again?”
He just grins, tilting his head toward the stairs. And you go. The climb up feels quieter than it should. More intimate. Like the world’s been put on pause, just for a second. Jake walks beside you, not holding your hand this time, but brushing his pinky against yours with every step.
When you reach his bedroom door, you already know. Sunghoon is standing there. Leaning casually against the wall next to it, like he’s lived in that exact spot forever. His hair’s a little messy. His eyes find yours instantly, and there’s a smile waiting there, small, lopsided, but genuine. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” you reply. You’re not surprised to see him. Neither is Jake.
No one explains anything. No one needs to. Jake steps forward and nods toward the door. “Room’s still yours if you want it.”
Sunghoon glances at him. “You sure?”
Jake shrugs. “I think she’d kill us both if we made her choose like that.”
You laugh, but it comes out a little breathy. Your chest is suddenly too full, of emotion, of affection, of the sheer ridiculousness of the night. “You guys are idiots,” you mutter, but you’re smiling.
They both turn to you at once. “Yeah,” Jake says. “But we’re your idiots.”
Sunghoon leans back on one foot, watching you. “You sure about that?”
You look at the two of them standing there. Jake with his sleepy eyes and soft hair and that crooked little smile that never quite leaves. Sunghoon with his steady gaze, his confidence, his quiet charm that never really asked permission to get under your skin. They’re so different. And yet, somehow, they’ve both been exactly what you needed.
You take a step closer to the door. Your fingers brush the handle, but you don’t turn it yet.
You pause. Look at them again. Jake’s looking at you. Sunghoon too.
And then, at the exact same time, they ask it.
“So… who’s the nicest guy?”
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author's note: like hannah montana once said THEY SAY THAT GOOD THINGS TAKE TIMEEE BUT REALLY GREAT THINGS HAPPEN IN A BLINK OF AN EYE!!!
hi. hi omg. i’m emotional. this was my first full length smau, and i literally only started posting it because my best friend begged me for a jakehoon fic and i thought okay fine i’ll just post it for her and now SOMEHOW it has over 2k likes??? you guys were actually reading this?????
i don’t even know where to begin. this story was unhinged from the start in the best possible way. remember:
• woonhak's viral tiktok about THE PUKE INCIDENT
• heeseung’s keyboard in greek. niki’s in cyrillic. justice for the groupchat.
• the super bowl. the eagles. the trauma. (i always traumatized btw)
• btw john cena just… being there. always.
• THE PANTRY SCENE that time jake and sunghoon both kissed y/n’s neck at the same time and nobody flinched
• and my personal favorite: taylor swift’s fictional short film. niki’s halftime show with john cena.
thank you to everyone who followed this chaotic journey with me. it means the world that you laughed, screamed, cried, and maybe blacked out a little bit alongside y/n. i’m so so grateful.
i have more projects coming soon (yes more unhinged enhypen content is on the way) so stay tuned!!!
love u forever, yours truly, the nicest girl (jk. or am i.)
Você estava tão empolgada e imersa ao enredo de seu mais novo livro, que nem ao menos percebe o garoto mascarado te observando sentado ao parapeito da janela de seu quarto.
Uma brisa fria da noite entra pela fenestra escancarada, lhe causando arrepios na sua pele, porém não é isso que faz seu olhar se distrair por alguns segundos das letrinhas miúdas e sim a silhueta bem demarcada pelo uniforme preto, que graças a luz da grande lua cheia, fazia sombra no piso amadeirado de seu quarto.
Não o teme em nenhum momento, abre um pequeno sorriso, meigo, deixa de lado o livro capa dura e apenas aguarda os próximos passos do tão falado garoto aranha, o seu garoto, esse que ao perceber que foi notado, adentra de uma vez o aposento, retirando a máscara que encobria sua identidade, revelando o rosto nevado de maxilar marcado e os fios castanhos — agora um pouco desgrenhados — de Jake.
— Você demorou... — Se levanta do acolchoado, chega bem próximo do Shim e desliza suas palmas nas madeixas desordenadas, logo sentindo as mãos grandes cobertas pelo traje negro dele rodearem sua cintura exposta pela blusinha curta que cobria seus seios.
— Desculpa princesa... — Se aconchega mais a seu corpo, pousando o rosto contra seu pescoço, deixa algums selares na pele e murmura com uma leve manha na voz. "Sabe que se eu pudesse, passaria o dia com você..."
Você apenas sorri, retribuindo o aperto e descendo o carinho da cabeleira para a nuca aparadinha, arrastando suas unhas bem feitas pela região, observando o corpo de Jake reagir, se arrepiando ao toque.
Desde o começo você sabia dos prós e dos contras de namorar o amigo da vizinhança. Era difícil ter mais de uma hora juntinho a ele, já que quando menos esperava, deveres o chamavam em algum canto da cidade, mas nada disso foi capaz de a afastar do seu garoto aranha.
Amava o ver nos noticiários salvando e cuidando das pessoas a sua volta, se preocupava com ele — afinal ser um superherói não era um mar de rosas — mas não podia evitar o sentimento de orgulho que a preenchia sempre que via as entrevistas das vítimas agradecendo ao garoto aranha por salvar suas vidas. Seu garoto era incrível.
Era completamente apaixonada por seu heroi, mas era mil vezes mais apaixonada por quem estava por debaixo daquele vestuário negro característico. Mesmo antes de relevar seu grande segredo para você, ele já se mostrava ser um garoto de ouro que carregava consigo um sorriso capaz de derreter até os corações mais gelados. Era um pouco desastrado e tímido, mas isso apenas o deixava mais apaixonante ao seu ver.
Ele sempre abusava de seus sentidos aranha para a surpreender, seja com presentes que comprava entre uma aventura e outra ou até mesmo a levando para o topo de alguns dos arranha-céus da cidade para verem o nascer do sol. Não o trocaria por nada.
O jeito encabulado e heróico do Shim não condizia com a sede que ele tinha de você. Ele era louco por você e deixava explícito. Estar dentro de você — segundo ele — era um dos melhores calmantes que ele poderia ter, por mais que a foda de vocês não chegasse nem perto da calmaria. Ele adorava a empalar com uma vontade imensurável e você adorava a forma bruta que ele a fazia dele, lhe causando sensações que apenas ele poderia lhe proporcionar. Porra, era caidinha por ele.
— Deve estar cansado, não? — Desfaz levemente o enlace mas ainda o mantém próximo, olhando nos olhos negros e brilhantes do Shim, que apenas grudou os lábios no seus num selar inicialmente calmo, que transbordava saudade. Contudo ao decorrer do ósculo, acendeu a urgência de ambos pelo outro. “Eu nunca vou estar cansado pra você, amor…” Confessa sussurrado contra seus lábios, não demorando em invadir novamente sua boca de forma abrupta e intensa.
Você se prendeu a Jake, agarrando os fios dele entre os dedos, suspirando quando sente as mãos grandes do Shim descer de sua cintura e passar pelo tecido de sua saia curtinha, indo para suas coxas apertando a pele rechonchuda e a puxando pra cima, te fazendo cruzar as pernas ao redor do quadril, quase a fundindo nele. Não sabia quanto tempo teriam dessa vez, então não iriam dispersar um segundo sequer.
Mais um suspiro saiu de sua garganta quando Jake mordeu seu lábio inferior, o puxando o suficiente para que um estalido erótico ecoasse pelo quarto mal iluminado. Sugou e chupou seu lábio com fome, te fazendo fincar as unhas na nuca dele e compartilhar um arfar manhoso com o mais alto.
Você podia sentir seu corpo formigando por mais dele, mesmo que seus pulmões implorassem por ar. A passos cegos o Shim se movimenta para onde você acredita ser sua cama, comprovando a tese quando sente seu corpo desabar no colchão macio e Jake se encaixar ao meio de suas pernas, mantendo o torso acima do seu.
— Linda… — Elogia, abaixando o tronco para deixar beijos em seu abdômen, sendo acompanhado pelas mãos que subiam de seu quadril para o tecido de sua blusa curtinha, a tirando de seu corpo, dando a ele a visão de seus seios livres de sutiã. “Você ainda vai me matar de tesão, porra!” Exclama levantando o corpo, apreciando você abaixo dele. Seu olhar meigo e ao mesmo tempo malicioso o enlouquecia.
— Jake… — Sua voz sai tão fraca e necessitada que soa como um gemido. “Anda logo…” Pede enquanto desliza sua palma pelo abdômen marcado e coberto pelo traje. Seu peito subia e descia rápido, ansiando por tudo que ele podia lhe dar.
Um sorriso sacana brota nos lábios atraentes. Desliza a língua entre os dentes e sem tirar os olhos de você, retira o pau coberto de dentro do traje com certa dificuldade, o masturbando lentamente, espalhando o pré-gozo que vazava do topo rosado para ao longo do comprimento.
Impaciente, você mesma desce o tecido de sua calcinha por seus joelhos, a jogando em algum canto do quarto, subindo a sainha e abrindo as perninhas, expondo sua bucetinha para o Shim, que não hesitou em esfregar a cabeça de seu cacete duro contra sua entradinha úmida, arrancando um gemido necessitado de ambos.
— Fica de quatro pra mim, princesa… — O pedido foi prontamente atendido, não estava nem ai se pareceu estar desesperada, afinal você estava mesmo.
Se apoiou em suas palmas e separou as pernas, empinando a bunda na direção de Jake com devoção, até mesmo a balançando de um lado para o outro num ato de pura provocação, ouvindo um riso rouco vir do garoto atrás de si, que não perdeu a oportunidade de estalar um tapa ardido em uma das bandas, te fazendo soltar um ofego pela surpresa.
— Você ‘ta tão molhada, amor… — Dois dos dedos longos dele deslizam por seus lábios íntimos, lhe fazendo manhar e rebolar contra as falanges alvas.
— Jake… Merda… Me fode logo.— Sua respiração errante evidenciava a vontade de o ter dentro. Jurava que podia gozar nos dedos dele se ele a provocasse mais um pouquinho.
Não foi preciso mais que esse pedido para que Jake tirasse os dedos de sua bucetinha, segurando firme em seu quadril com a palma esquerda, agarrando seu pau com a destra e o levando a sua entrada, que piscava em anseio.
Encaixou a cabecinha dentro de você, enfiando o comprimento grosso em seu interior lentamente, arfando e jogando a cabeça para trás no momento em que sentiu suas paredes o espremerem.
Sua boca se abriu rapidamente, soltando gemidos manhosos conforme o sentia mais fundo dentro de si. “Eu amo o jeito que você aperta meu pau.” O ouviu dizer com a voz rouca de tesão, lhe fazendo estremecer com as palavras sujas.
Sem mais esperar, deu a primeira estocada, te fazendo apertar os lençóis contra os dedos e gemer entrecortada, já sentindo os movimentos de Jake pegarem ritmo, agora lhe estocando com rapidez enquanto as palmas maltratavam suas bandas, deixando a marca avermelhada das mãos grandes pelos apertos e tapas ardidos que eram depositados na pele.
— Jake, caralho, e-eu… — Nada saia de coerente saia de sua boca, estava perdida no prazer imensurável que o Shim lhe proporcionava. Porra, daria pra ele o dia todo se pudesse.
— Caralho princesa… — As arremetidas brutas eram certeiras, Jake admirava suas pernas tremerem a cada estocada funda que dava contra seu interior apertado. “Eu amo te foder…” Declarou ofegante, sem ao menos diminuir as investidas em seu interior.
Seus dedos no travesseiro já estavam esbranquiçados pela força que depositava no aperto. Ousou olhar por cima de seus ombros para Jake, para o checar, tendo a visão do mais alto encarando sua bunda com devoção e possessividade, ainda vestido naquele bendito traje preto e merda, aquilo havia lhe levado ao limite.
Quando menos esperou, o braço de Jake a puxou para cima pelo pescoço, colando o peitoral malhadinho contra suas costas, te fazendo se equilibrar em seus joelhos. A respiração dele bateu em sua nuca, enviando arrepios para todo o seu corpo. “Pode gozar princesa, eu sei que você quer..” O sussurro rouco rente ao seu ouvido foi o estopim para que você sentisse todo o seu corpo retesar e enfim gozar contra o cacete rígido de seu garoto aranha.
— J-Jake! — Sentia que poderia desabafar se as mãos de Jake não estivessem a segurando contra ele.
O Shim meteu mais exatas cinco vezes contra seu interior, logo rosnando contra seu ombro e enfim a preenchendo com a porra quentinha dele, lhe arrancando um gemido manhoso e afetado.
Estavam suados e ofegantes, a saudade um do outro haviam deixado tudo mais intenso que o normal.
Com o corpo mole de seu orgasmo, você se aconchega contra o acolchoado novamente, o sentindo sair de dentro de você e se jogar ao seu lado, respirando ofegante junto a você.
— Acho que vou derreter. — Sorriu jogando as mechas grudadas em sua testa úmida para trás, mantendo os olhos fechados enquanto ainda tentava regularizar a respiração.
Você se arrasta sobre o colchão, ficando mais pertinho dele. “Tira isso… dorme coladinho comigo, hm?” Murmurou com manha, passando a palma pelo peitoral marcadinho, num carinho leve.
Os olhos do Shim se encontraram com os seus e o brilho continuava lá, o olhar de quem era apaixonado por cada pedacinho seu. “Sabe que tenho que ficar preparado caso alguma coisa acont…” Você o cala com um selar demorado, se afastando um pouquinho apenas para pedir com dengo. “Só mais um pouquinho, sim? Prometo te liberar depois.”
Jake estala a língua, mas sorri largo com sua manha, abraçando seu corpo para a manter mais pertinho do dele e então murmurar antes de lhe dar mais um selinho: “Só mais um pouquinho então…”
Você amava esses momentos com o Shim, sabia que eles eram raros, mas era isso que fazia cada um deles serem mais especiais ainda. O amava demais. Amava Shim Jake e amava o seu garoto aranha.
