*⁀➷ 𝓪𝓾 where jake takes care of you after a long day...
pairing: 𝓳𝓪𝓴𝓮 × 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: smut, comfort 𝔀/𝓬: 1,1k
warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, a lot of praise, soft!dom!jake, use of petnames (angel, baby, sweetheart) // let me know if I missed anything!
a/n: completing a request for my good girl @emisluvr!! thanks for working so hard, love ♡
It was a long day.
Everything started with being late in the morning because your alarm didn't wake you up. Continued with the coffee that you spilled on yourself while working. And ended in hearing your colleagues talking shit about you behind your back while you were in the bathroom.
After such a day, the only thing you wanted to do was to come back home and be wrapped in your boyfriend's strong, warm arms that would later worship your every single inch.
When you stepped inside, shutting the door with unusual thud, Jake knew for sure — something was off. He immediately offered you his help, letting you sink in his embrace and complain about your difficult day. Your voice was muffled by his neck where you buried your face, his hand never stopped rubbing your back in soothing motion.
Another fascinating thing about Jake was the fact that he always knew what you needed, even without saying. When you told him how upsetting it was to hear shit about yourself when you were doing your best at work, he immediately knew where to press.
His lips traveled down your neck, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses and making you throw your head to give him more access. His hands caressed your bare legs, sneaking under your office skirt to have more for touching. His movements were unrushed like he had all the time in the world. Like his main goal was not to give you physical pleasure but to soothe you after a long day.
Jake pulled out of you a soft whimper when his long fingers grazed your clothed core. You tugged on his locks, making him groan and press his hand harder in between your thighs.
"Shh, sweetheart, breathe," Jake gently whispered in your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your skin.
His hand palmed your pussy through the fabric of the underwear, making you instinctively thrust your hips in reply. You heard a low chuckle next to you that caused your thighs to squeeze together slightly.
"My baby is so sensitive after a tiring day, yeah? Need to be gentle with her?" you desperately nodded, whimpering when his fingers slid under your panties.
He slowly worked them up and down, rubbing your folds and filling the room with wet sounds. You shakily exhaled, throwing back your head on the pillow.
Jake tugged on your skirt, taking it off and widely spreading your thighs. His cock throbbed at the sight of your wet panties. He leaned closer again, pulling them to the side and sliding one finger inside you. You clenched at the feeling.
"My good girl... Worked so hard all day, yeah?" his words were followed by your nod. "And no one said even a single good word to you?" you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut when Jake slid inside you one more finger, the stretching getting more delicious.
"My poor baby. Probably waited all day to see me?"
His words were hitting so right — along with his fingers that were sliding in with a faster rhythm. He knew you like the back of his hand and in the moment it was the best feeling ever.
"Does my angel want a reward? Gonna take my cock like a good girl you are?"
His questions made you clench around his fingers, his praise intensifying your desire. The way he was treating you — like you were the one, like you were loved and seen, like you deserved everything you had — it was driving you insane with every passing second.
"Yes, I'll be a good girl for you," you replied, spreading your legs wider for him, slightly arching your back.
His breathing hitched at the sight and the way you were acting — so obedient, so good. Like his good girl.
Jake pulled down his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock hitting the bottom of his stomach all leaking precum. You squirmed at the sight, pulling him by his hand.
"Shh, don't rush, sweetheart," he said back, slowly pumping his cock. Your eyes didn't leave his length for a second. "If you act patient, you'll get your reward, okay?"
You bit on your lower lip, hands gripping the sheets on your sides for better control over your own body. Jake finally leaned closer, sliding his cock over your wet folds. You whimpered, shakily breathing in and out, shutting your eyes closed. He smirked, leaning over your ear to leave wet paths on your skin with his lips again.
"That's it. You're doing so well, baby... Being so patient for me," Jake whispered, his cock sliding down your folds. "I think you deserve an award, don't you?" you immediately nodded and heard a chuckle near your ear.
Jake finally pulled in.
He patiently dragged his cock inside, stretching you ever so slowly you forgot how to breathe. You gripped his bicep, trying to hold onto the leftovers of your sanity.
When Jake was finally all way in, his eyes shut closed in pleasure.
"Gosh, baby, you're so tight..." he slightly thrusted his hips, making you two moan. "Angel, you feel like heaven..."
Jake started moving hips in a slow rhythm, trying to savor the moment. You were sensitive because of waiting and felt like you could come in any second.
"Jake..." you whimpered, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck.
"I know, sweetheart, I know. You're being such a good girl for me. Taking me so well like no one could," you moaned, when his cock hit that one deep spot. His rhythm changed, turning into a faster one. "My good girl... Gonna fuck you so nice you forget your own name."
Jake was thrusting deep, rolling his hips just right for you to feel lightheaded. He lifted your thighs, pressing them to your stomach, deepening the angle even more.
"Jake, I-... I'm gonna-" your moans filled the bedroom, blessing Jake's ears. Like he already wasn't in heaven.
"I know, baby. Come for me like a good girl, mhm?" he thrusted faster, and in one second you were sent to an edge. The head started spinning, the breathing hitched, and you were lost in sensations. Jake kept fucking you through your orgasm, bringing him to his own.
When he came hard, his movements slowed down, and he fell near you on the bed, not pulling out. You two were breathing heavily, coated in sweat.
The veil of pleasure was soon to disappear, and, tired after a long day, you fell asleep, wrapped around each other.
Blonde jake × fem!reader🌙 (pornografia sem enredo)
Notes: Galeris, minha primeira vez postando uma história no tumblr. Tô muito feliz, Espero que gostem;) (escrevendo com blonde jake, porque ainda nao superei 😭)
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Jake Sim • smut • friends to (??)
ανιѕσѕ: Menores não interajam!! hard sex, cum, apelidinhos, jake melhor amigo, cum inside (não façam!), big dick, tapa na cara (fraquinho), muita degradação, cuspe, agorafilia, fofura, choro, menção de anal, hiperestimulação, sexo anal, muiiito tapa, creampie, esguicho e só isso, eu acho.
— A lua está linda hoje, né? — Jake disse, olhando para a lua cheia e brilhante no céu. Na varanda, o vento batia e deixava o piso ainda mais gelado onde vocês dois estavam.
Você e Jake tinham uma relacao um tanto quanto engraçada. Sempre foram grudados, do tipo que fazia tudo junto e não se separava por nada — eram literalmente unha e carne. Quando alguém perguntava o que vocês eram, a resposta era sempre a mesma: "Apenas amigos".
Mas os dois sabiam que isso era uma grande mentira. Nem vocês mesmos acreditavam. Afinal, amigos não fazem o que vocês estão fazendo agora, certo?
A noite estava morna, mas o piso da varanda era frio como lâmina contra sua pele nua. Jake estava atrás de você, seus dedos — longos, grossos, implacáveis — mergulhavam na sua bucetinha carente com uma fome que não conhecia piedade. Cada entrada e saída era um pequeno assassinato: rápido, molhado, obsceno. O som molhado ecoava no silêncio da noite, misturando-se ao vento que bagunçava os cabelos loiros dele.
Você estava de quatro, os joelhos arranhando o chão gelado, as mãos abertas como se pudesse agarrar alguma salvação. Mas não havia. Só ele. Só os dedos dele — dois, três, não importava — que te abriam como se fosse dono daquele corpo. Seu grelinho, duro e pulsante, era esfregado sem dó pelo polegar dele, que desenhava círculos cruéis no ponto mais sensível.
— Não vai me responder, princesa? — a voz dele era um sussurro rouco, mas carregada de veneno doce.
A mão livre dele saiu do seu clitóris e desceu como um raio na sua coxa esquerda. Tapa. A pele ardeu, a marca dos dedos dele florescendo vermelha na carne branca. Você se contorceu, um gemido preso na garganta, o corpo pedindo trégua enquanto a buceta pedia mais.
Era sempre assim. Quando a lua estava cheia e a casa vazia, Jake te chamava. "Vem ver o céu comigo, a lua está maravilhosa", ele dizia. Mas o céu era a última coisa que vocês olhavam. A única coisa que ele admirava era a sua boceta molhada, aberta, brilhando sob a luz prateada.
— J-Jake! — o nome dele escapou como um soluço, sua voz já falhando.
Ele sorriu, um sorriso de predador. A mão dele não parava. Os dedos iam e vinham, um ritmo implacável que te levava à beira do abismo a cada segundo. Sua boceta estava vermelha, inchada, tão sensível que cada toque era uma faca de prazer. Dez minutos. Dez minutos de dedada implacável, e você já era uma bagunça de lágrimas, saliva e tesão.
— C-calma! Espera! — você implorou, apertando o pulso dele com os dedos trêmulos. Uma tentativa ridícula de conter a avalanche.
Jake parou. Mas não por piedade.
— Que porra de esperar, vadia? — a mão dele saiu do seu grelinho e agarrou seus cabelos, puxando sua cabeça para trás com força. Seu pescoço esticou, os olhos encontrando os dele — escuros, famintos, divertidos. — Eu te fiz uma pergunta. Não vai me responder, caralho?
A outra mão dele encontrou seu peito, beliscando o mamilo duro com força suficiente para fazer sua visão embaçar.
— N-não... quero dizer, s-sim, está! — a voz saiu fina, quebrada. A primeira lágrima rolou pelo seu rosto quente.
Jake era maldade pura. Ele amava te ver assim: destruída, burra de tesão, o rostinho sujo de lágrimas e a boceta escorrendo. Ele era grande em tudo — altura, força, e naquela pica grossa que você já sentia pulsar contra a sua coxa. Ele tentava ser cuidadoso, ele jurava que tentava. Mas ver você judiada, com a carinha de quem acabou de ser comida viva? Não tinha preço.
E você? Você reclamava, pedia calma, pedia devagar. Mas seu lado sujo e sádico, aquele que só ele conhecia, amava cada segundo de humilhação.
— É mesmo, linda? Tá bonita a lua? — outro tapa na mesma coxa, no mesmo lugar. A ardência era gostosa. — Sabe o que é mais bonito?
A mão esquerda deslizou pelo seu quadril, levantando sua bunda em direção ao corpo dele. Os dedos da direita aceleraram dentro de você, um pistão molhado que fazia sua boceta cantar.
— Essa sua bucetinha molhada... e esse seu rostinho todo judiado pra mim.
— JAKE! — o grito rasgou a noite quando seu corpo se arquivou. A boca se abriu num "O" perfeito, os olhos reviraram, e a boceta esguichou — um jorro quente que molhou o braço dele, o chão, até o rosto dele. Você se agarrou em nada, as unhas arranhando o piso enquanto soluçava de tesão.
— Caralho, princesa... você tá parecendo uma vadia assim. Esguichando pra todo canto que nem uma putinha.
Ele admirava a cena: você se contorcendo, a bucetinha jorrando, o corpinho todo tremendo. Quando os espasmos finalmente cederam, ele retirou os dedos e soltou seu quadril. Você caiu no chão, um trapo de carne e prazer. O cabelo, antes arrumado, agora colava no rosto suado. Lágrimas e saliva se misturavam. Você soluçava baixinho.
Jake amava isso.
— Caralho, amor... cê fica tão fofinha assim... — ele afastou os fios de cabelo do seu rosto, os olhos percorrendo cada detalhe da sua destruição. — Parece uma puta.
Ele se contrariou, dando dois tapinhas na sua cara — leves, quase carinhosos. Depois agarrou suas bochechas, trazendo seu rosto para perto.
— Abre a boca.
Você obedeceu. A língua para fora, os olhos ainda marejados. Ele cuspiu dentro da sua boca, um fio grosso de saliva que escorreu pela sua língua. O polegar dele empurrou sua língua para baixo, forçando você a engolir.
— Cachorra gostosa.
Ele sorriu, mordendo os lábios carnudos. Depois te puxou para um beijo rápido, molhado, que mais mordeu do que beijou.
— Ikeu... — você gemeu, a manha já voltando à sua voz.
Jake sentiu o pau endurecer ainda mais dentro da calça. Ele queria acabar com você na pica.
— Me chama assim não, princesinha — ele agarrou suas bochechas de novo, mordendo-as de leve, fazendo você rir. — Cê sabe que eu morro de vontade de acabar você na pica quando me chama assim.
— Ikeu? — você inclinou o rostinho judiado, os olhos inocentes como os de um gatinho curioso.
Jake riu, uma risada meiga que contrastava com tudo que ele tinha feito. Ele te cobriu de beijinhos no rosto, na testa, no nariz.
— Deixa eu comer seu cuzinho, deixa? — a voz dele desceu até seu ouvido, a língua lambendo sua orelha, te fazendo arrepiar.
— Ah, não, Jake... dói... — a manha era pura, mas sua mão já descia pelo corpo sarado dele, sentindo os gominhos do abdômen, até chegar na pica dura presa na calça. Você apertou de leve, e ele suspirou.
— Só hoje, amor. Prometo ir com carinho. — ele olhou para seu rosto, o vento frio batendo em vocês. A varanda estava gelada, mas Jake nem ligava. Ele era um tarado ao ar livre.
— Vai arder só um pouquinho... — a mão dele desceu pelo seu corpo, até a bunda gelatinosa, fria do contato com o piso. — Você nem vai sentir.
O indicador dele tocou seu cuzinho enrugado, acariciando a entrada. Era mentira. Você iria sentir sim. Jake tinha vinte centímetros de piroca grossa, um monstro que prometia destruir qualquer buraco.
— Mentiroso... — você se rendeu, não fazendo questão de afastar a mão dele.
Ele enfiou um dedo devagar, sentindo a resistência da sua entradinha apertado. — Vira essa bundinha, vai.
Você obedeceu, virando-se e se apoiando no chão gelado e molhado — molhado do trabalho que sua buceta tinha feito. Se empinou bem, a bunda no ar, oferecendo o cu como um presente. Jake enfiou o dedo de novo, agora com mais força e agilidade. Você gemeu, manhosa.
— Caralho, que bundinha apertada, gatinha.
Ele retirou o dedo, cuspiu no local, e voltou com dois dedos. A lubrificação improvisada fez o movimento deslizar melhor, mas a pressão ainda era intensa.
— Ai, Jake... isso! — você fechou os olhos, se derretendo nas mãos dele.
— Tá gostando? — a voz dele era sarcástica enquanto estapeava sua bunda gorda. O som ecoou na varanda silenciosa. — É claro que tá. Você não passa de uma cadela carente...
Ele se inclinou sobre você, o corpo grande cobrindo o seu, a boca perto do seu ouvido.
— ...não me chama assim! — você protestou, manhosa, mas no fundo amava.
Jake estapeou sua bunda de novo. — Se faz de coitadinha não, cachorra. — Mais um tapa. — Sei bem do que esse corpinho sujo gosta.
Ele retirou os dedos, e você gemeu com o vazio. Mas não durou. A ponta da pica grossa dele pincelou sua entradinha, quente, pulsante.
— Vou comer essa bundinha bem gostosinho...
Sem aviso, ele agarrou seu quadril com força e enfiou a pica gorda e comprida com tudo dentro do seu cuzinho apertado. Você gritou.
— JAKE!!
— Caralho, que cuzinho gostoso... — ele gemeu, passando a mão nos fios loiros que caíam no rosto.
O quadril dele começou a meter sem dó, indo e vindo com força bruta. As bolas dele batiam na sua boceta, um som molhado e estralado que preenchia a varanda. As mãos dele apertavam seu quadril com tanta força que as marcas dos dedos ficariam roxas no dia seguinte.
Você gemia alto, sem vergonha. Suas mãos arranhavam o chão, procurando algo para se segurar. Sua cabeça não raciocinava mais — só existia o quadril de Jake, a piroca dele abrindo seu cuzinho, o prazer que queimava como fogo.
— Jake! Meu Deus! — você exclamou, ofegante, se contorcendo. Negava, se fazia de inocente, mas no fundo amava ter o cuzinho arrombado por ele.
— Tá gostoso, amor? Hm? — ele perguntou, a pica gorda te estrangulando por dentro. A mão dele encheu e meteu outro tapa na sua bunda vermelha. Você gritou, as lágrimas escorrendo novamente, os soluços se misturando aos gemidos.
— T-tão bom! Assim, i-isso! — a voz saiu por um fio, os olhos já nem abriam mais, a visão embaçada pelas lágrimas.
Jake levou uma das mãos do seu quadril até sua boceta sensível. Você tremeu em espasmos quando ele esfregou seu grelinho com força, enquanto a pica continuava te abrindo atrás.
— Jake, é m-muito! — você choramingou, já uma bagunça completa. Em menos de dez minutos, ele te levava ao limite.
— É muito, mas você aguenta, vadia! — a voz dele era rouca, animal. Ele soltou sua boceta e te puxou pela barriga, colando suas costas no peitoral dele. Agora ele podia ver seu rostinho destruído.
— Vira esse rostinho para mim.
Ele agarrou seu rosto, forçando você a olhar para ele. Porra. Você estava um caos: a boca aberta, gemendo e balbuciando palavras aleatórias, os olhos e o nariz vermelhos de tanto chorar, os cabelos grudando no rosto suado. Jake sentiu o pau pulsar dentro de você só de olhar para aquela cara.
— Cê tá acabada, porra... — ele deu um tapa leve no seu rosto, depois levou a mão ao seu couro cabeludo, puxando seus cabelos e inclinando sua cabeça para trás. As bocas se encontraram num beijo bagunçado, molhado, cheio de saliva. Você mal aguentava manter o beijo, babando ele todinho.
Ele separou os lábios e afastou os fios teimosos da sua testa.
— Linda. — sussurrou no seu ouvido, enquanto os braços grandes te abraçavam, segurando seu corpo pequeno. Ele meteu mais rápido, mais forte.
— J-Jake... — você tentou avisar que estava perto, mas a boca mal funcionava.
Sem aviso, você arqueou a coluna, agarrando o ombro e o braço dele, enquanto gemia alto. Gozou pela segunda vez na noite, o cu apertando a rola gorda dele como um torno.
— Caralho, princesa! — ele praguejou quando sentiu o aperto, quase quebrando o pau. — Vou gozar, porra!
O loiro meteu feroz, agarrando seu quadril com força, mordendo os próprios lábios. O orgasmo veio como uma onda.
— Porra, tô gozando, caralho! — ele gemeu, xingando, jogando a cabeça para trás. A gala quentinha encheu você por dentro, jorros grossos que escorreram pelo seu cuzinho arrombado. Seu corpo teve uma série de espasmos enquanto ele te preenchia.
Quando o corpo dele se acalmou, ele tirou o pau mole da sua entradinha. Você caiu no chão, um trapo. Ele abriu sua bundinha com os dedos, admirando o cu todo arrebentado, a porra grossa escorrendo. Ele amava aquela visão.
— Porra, seu cuzinho me apertou tanto que parecia que ia me quebrar. — ele zombou, dando um tapinha na sua bunda.
— Você acabou comigo, Jakey... — você disse, ofegante, a voz marrenta e emburrada. Mal sentia as pernas.
Ele riu, puxando seu corpo mole para os braços fortes. Te abraçou, aquecendo você, deixando um beijinho no topo da sua cabeça.
— Linda. — ele elogiou, e você sorriu, boba.
— Ainda vou colocar um anel no seu dedo, boneca.
Ele disse sem pensar, pelo calor do momento. Mas vocês dois estavam tão desnorteados que deixaram a frase pairar no ar, sem dar importância.
Afinal, vocês eram apenas amigos, certo?
Gente... ai, que vergonha. 🕊️💔
Não sou taaaão boa escrevendo histórias com esse tipo de temática, mas resolvi tentar mesmo assim. No fim, gostei bastante do resultado. Ent engulam o Jake loirinho. ☝️
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could you do enhypen reaction to ur self harm ?? I loved ur last post
pairing: hyungline!enhypen × gn!reader
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
warnings: feeling guilty, obv self-harm, brief description of negative feelings and thoughts + personal tw for each member
w/c: 640+
a/n: thank you for your request!! sorry that it took me SO long(( (it's been in my drafts since august just so yk :/)e also I did only hyung line I hope you don't mind.
I tried to mention and describe different reasons and situations. some members include sad endings and feeling of hopelessness. I know that if you're deep down in this even words of your loved ones might not help. if you have this problem pls remember that you're not alone( take care of yourself properly! also sunghoon one is kinds crazy, sorry for that
!!! likes and reposts are welcomed !!!
Heeseung
tw: comparison to others, jealousy, toxic perfectionism
You hadn’t seen each other for a few months. The reason of it was Heeseung’s job. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t stay with you all of the time. Three months of tour felt like eternity. However, it was finally over and now you could see each other again. Heeseung promised you to come over as soon as possible but you didn’t expect him to do it so fast. Forgetting yourself, you ran to the front door and opened it with a bright smile. Heeseung immediately hugged you, holding you tight. His hand held your head, burying your face in his chest. “Gosh I missed you so much…” He inhaled your scent with a loud sound. “You smell like home.”
You playfully giggled and pecked his lips, looking at him. He pulled away to explore your appearance with a smile, but it immediately faded as his gaze fixed on your thighs. “Y/n…” He whispered with fear, not believing his own eyes.
Upper side of your legs were covered in scars, recent ones. You absolutely forgot to cover them, too excited to meet your boyfriend.
Yes, Heeseung was perfect for you but that only made your self-esteem worse. You always thought he was too good for you, you never were on the same level. Heeseung wasn’t just an idol, he was a goddamn ‘ace’. Perfect at everything, you never noticed his bad habits, selfish thoughts or actions. He was like an angel fallen from heaven, someone who would never match you. This is what you thought. And when he left on tour you knew he wouldn’t be able to control or see new scars if you left them. Every time you got jealous, you would blame yourself for this feeling, making your mental statement even worse. Negative feelings were too much to handle but you were too embarrassed and ashamed to share them with Heeseung, knowing pretty well that even his sweetest words wouldn’t help you. This is how you found a way to express everything you felt, punishing yourself for not being flawless.
Your eyes looked down, searching for a reason of Heeseung’s worried expression. When you saw your scars, you felt ashamed and guilty.
“It’s nothing.” you answered, trying to sound casual.
“It doesn’t look like nothing.” Heeseung’s tone of voice was serious. It felt like you had never seen him with such an expression. His eyes met yours and you could see a deep worry and hurt in them. “Why have you done that?..”
You felt guilty. You didn’t want to hurt him with your words but you didn’t want to lie to him at the same time. “I…didn’t feel well.” The reason you named sounded so stupid that a sense of shame washed over you.
Heeseung’s expression didn’t change. It seemed like your words didn’t convince him at all. “You could call me… text me… anything but not that.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. You have a busy schedule, I don’t want to wear you out even more.”
“Y/n… It wouldn’t hurt me as much as this.” You went silent for a second, biting your lip.
“I didn’t want to complain to you, okay?” It felt like you didn’t understand each other at all.
“Baby, that’s not complaining when you tell me about your feelings. That’s normal. I’m your boyfriend, you don’t trust me enough to share your thoughts?” You didn’t say anything as tears welled up in your eyes. Heeseung immediately stepped closer, pulling you to him. Your hands wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as the last hope. He pecked your head, whispering. “Tell me when you don’t feel well next time, okay?” You slightly nodded, thinking that maybe it will help you to go through this. At least, you decided to give it a try.
Jay
tw: ED, fatshaming (reader to themselves)
Jay is the best cook you've ever known and everyone always says that they're jealous of your luck. Your boyfriend cooks for you everyday, he never fails to make sure you're eating well even when he's tired. However, for you personally this obsession with good meals never was for the best. Your relationship with your body never was the simplest one and even though Jay and you dated for a while, you managed to hide it from him. However, at the last time something went wrong and your boyfriend started noticing what attitude you actually had to food.
One day you were having a meal at your apartment and of course Jay cooked. Again. Sitting next to your boyfriend, you were picking at food.
“Is something wrong? You don't like it?” Jay asked, looking at you through his eyelashes with concern.
“No, everything's fine. Just not hungry.” You managed to say, trying to sound casual. Jay's eyebrows frowned and he pulled chopsticks away.
“Are you sure? You haven't been eating well lately.” This question suddenly made you annoyed. You didn't want someone to talk about your eating problems, so you tried to change the topic.
“Just not hungry.” The same words left your mouth and it made Jay confused even more. Something definitely was wrong and he just couldn't understand what exactly.
“Y/n, I know something is wrong. Don't try to hide it from me.” Jay's tone was serious and it only irritated you even more.
“I said I was fine!” You striked the table, that made your sleeves of shirt roll up and show off your scars. Jay looked at your wrists and his sight immediately catched those parts of skin you were hiding from him. Fresh scars were relieved for his eyes, blooming on your hands.
“Y/n, your hands…” Jay spoke quietly in disbelief. Your eyes immediately widened in realization. He saw them.
You rolled down your sleeves, hiding marks of the hatred to your body, eyes looking down.
“How long ago did you make it?” Jay asked seriously, clenching his fists. He didn't hear an answer from you. “Why?..” For a minute that you were staying silent, a lot of different thoughts ran through his head. Weren’t you happy with him? Was he a bad boyfriend? Why did you hide it?
“Jay, it's not your fault.” His flaw of thoughts was ruined by your quiet voice. “It's just… me.”
He absolutely didn't understand. His eyes looked into yours with desire for more explanation. He was begging you to talk about it.
“I-I don't like myself. My body. And I feel even worse every time you try to feed me. I'm fat. I can't let myself eat that much.”
Of course, he was so stupid all of this time. You had always been eating purely. Once he even noticed you judgingly looking at yourself in the mirror. And he did nothing.
“Gosh, I'm so stupid…” Jay hid his face in his hands, rubbing the forehead, trying not to bunch his head against the table.
“No, you're not. I never talked about it. You were just being a good caring boyfriend.” You saw how awful he felt and it made you feel guilty.
He quickly stood up from his place and you could see his watered eyes, when he slipped his hands away from his face. He approached you, gently pulling your wrist to the side to examine you. “Did you hurt yourself anywhere else? Are there any more scars?”
“No, Jay.” You settled him down with your voice but he didn’t seem to believe you. “Really. That’s all.”
Jay slightly sighed, closing his eyes. “Listen, I’m sorry.” You stood up and placed your hand on his shoulder, feeling even more guilty.
“You shouldn’t apologize to me. You should apologize to yourself.” Jay looked mad but this expression on his face was actually hiding his concern. He looked at you and was met with your sad puppy eyes that made him want to hug you. His hands pulled you to him and he pressed his lips to your head.
“I know…” You mumbled into his chest. “I just can't. I don't want to.”
“Baby… do you hate yourself that much?” Jay asked looking into your eyes when he lifted your chin up. Your eyes watered, giving him a clear answer. “I'm sorry…” He whispered. “I'll make sure you'll love yourself.”
You slightly shook your head in resistance but didn't say anything, ran out of energy. Jay patted your head, kissing your forehead, and while looking into his eyes full of love you thought that maybe he will keep his words.
Jake
tw: reader can’t express their feelings, bad experience in sharing problems
Jake always was clingy towards you but it never was the problem. His hands almost always were wrapped around you, no matter if you were in public or not, you would feel his touch on your back or shoulder.
One day you had a movie-night and Jake was clinging onto you as usual. Wrapping hands around you, laying his head on your thighs, caressing your skin, he almost touched your recent scars that were covering your shoulder. Everytime Jake moved or shivered you would slightly flinch, avoiding contact between his hands and your scars under the shirt.
Suddenly, your boyfriend pulled away from your thighs, holding onto your shoulder and you immediately gasped. “Ouch!”
Jake looked at you with worried eyes, pulling his hand away and holding it in the air. “Sorry! Did I grip too hard?”
You sighed, looking at him. “Yeah, a bit harsh. But it's okay.” Jake's gaze switched to your shoulder, covered with a shirt. He slightly pulled your sleeve up. “I'm sorry… There might be a bruise now. Let me look.” You immediately flinched from him. He didn't have to know about your scars.
“No, it's okay.” Jake's eyes switched to your face with worry.
“Baby, I'll just look…” He gently placed his hand on yours and you looked away, giving up. You knew he wouldn't leave you alone. Insisting would only cause more questions.
Jake's fingers slowly pulled your sleeve up and his eyes widened. “Baby… what is that?..” Now he could see your recent scars that were blooming on your skin.
There wasn't a certain reason why you did that. Sometimes negative feelings were too much to cope with and you, the person who had never been learnt how to take care of yourself and let your emotions out, would express everything, hurting yourself. You knew it was wrong but the thought of sharing your feelings with someone was too strange. Of course, you had tried. But it always ended the same. People would say you complain a lot and you would shut up, regretting letting out true feelings. But this time it was Jake. Jake who was your boyfriend, Jake who would never let himself hurt you.
Your eyes watered with a feeling of despair but you didn't dare to meet his gaze. Awkward silence took the air away, not letting to breathe. However, tension in the room suddenly disappeared with Jake's gentle voice. “Hey…” His fingers tilted your chin up. Jake’s worried eyes met watered yours. “Where are they from?..”
He looked so genuinely concerned that you couldn’t confess you were the one who did that with yourself. You bit your bottom lip, holding tears that started welling up in your eyes. There was no response. Jake started realising what your silent answer meant and his world faded away.
“It wasn’t you, right?..” he whispered, scared of his own words “You wouldn’t do that to yourself?…” Silence was making Jake go insane and he called you by your name.
“Y/n?..” his hands held your, slightly squeezing them “Please, say something. I won;t judge you, I swear.”
You looked in the corner of the room quietly saying only a few words “That was me.”
Jake’s jaw clenched but he managed to ask “Why?..”
“I don’t know… I wasn’t… feeling well…” your voice was slightly shaky. Jake leaned close to you, making sure you could see everything in his eyes.
“You have me. You can always share with me, you know that, right?”
“I don’t want to complain to you. You don’t know what you’re signing up for.” you warned him, recalling your past experiences.
“I don’t care. I want to make sure I’m doing the best I can to make you happy.” Jake saw your slight smile and leaned even closer to peck your lips before wrapping hands around you and whispering in your ear “Can you do that for me? Next time you feel bad… Tell me, scream at me, yell at me. As much as you need until you get rid of wanting to hurt yourself.”
You caressed his hair pulling him closer and whispering “I love you, Jake.”He smiled, replying with the same soft words “I love you too.”
Sunghoon
tw: self-harm in details, blood, low self-esteem, anxiety, jealousy, reader has REAL mental problems… (this one is crazy fr)
You knew Sunghoon pretty well as much as the fact that he only seemed to be cold. When you first met him, you thought he hated you for something or just didn’t like you, but after a while you found out you were wrong. Because of his cold appearance it’s hard to say what he’s feeling or thinking about. Still, you’ve loved him the way he is. However, your anxiety and self-esteem suffered the most in your relationship. Not because Sunghoon was too cold, but because you were afraid of doing or saying something wrong. Mental problems and fears took control of you and sometimes it led to hurting yourself.
Sunghoon went out with friends. You were absolutely fine with that until it started being late and stars covered the dark sky. Sunghoon didn’t answer your calls, didn’t reply to your messages and you started worrying too much. Was he with other girls? Did he lie to you about his feelings?
Minutes with these thoughts and attempts to call him again and you already found yourself in the bathroom with a blade in your hands. Fear of losing Sunghoon and hatred to yourself led you towards irrecoverable actions.
Consumed by your feelings, you didn’t notice the sound of unlocking door and footsteps of your boyfriend. He was surprised by not seeing you greeting him in the hallway and suggested you were sleeping. As Sunghoon carefully headed towards the bathroom he stood still in the doorframe, seeing you with bloody hands sitting on the cold tile. His eyes widened in fear and he ran to you, holding your shoulders and turning you to him.
“Y/n! Are you here? Do you hear me?” he enquired with fear slightly shaking you.
Your eyes shoot opened “Hoon? What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? I came home as usual. What’s happened?..” he looked over you with worried eyes “We need to take you to the hospital.”
Sunghoon started lifting you up but you stopped him lightly tapping his shoulder.
“No… It’s okay…” You weakly smiled, tears on your cheeks becoming dry.
“It’s not okay. Your wrists are literally bleeding…” You could tell he was trying his hardest to stay calm but hysterical notes in his voice were telling the opposite. Sunghoon laid you on the bed and called the ambulance with shaky hands.When the call ended the room went silent.
“We need to stop your… blood first” He hurried to the bathroom for some bandage to negligently stop your blood. Fortunately, cuts weren’t deep.
“I thought you wouldn’t come…” you mumbled watching Sunghoon treating your wounds.
Sunghoon looked at you with confusion “Why did you do that?.. I don’t understand…” His voice was quiet, your heart breaking into million pieces.
“I’m sorry…” you whispered reaching for his cheek. “I thought… I thought you lied to me. You weren’t answering my texts and calls…” Your thumb slowly caressed his skin, wiping away a lonely tear that escaped from his watering eyes. Sunghoon gently took another hand of yours in his, rubbing the knuckles.
“My phone was discharged…”
Oh. That was so stupid of you. How could you overreact so much?..
“Oh… I didn’t think about that…” The room went silent again.
“Y/n, please… I’m begging you. Never do that again. Okay?..” Sunghoon’s pleading voice broke the silence. You hesitated before slowly nodding. “I don’t want to lose you like that.”
Your eyes watered, you started realising your mistake and what you did, what could happen. “I’m sorry, Hoon… I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The room was suddenly filled with a syren of the ambulance that flew from the opened window.
what are enhypen members like in a relationship? jake ver.
pairing: idols!enhypen × fem!reader
w/c: 1,9k
warnings: relationship development, kisses, physical touch, smut under cut
a/n: I'm sorry for not posting for so long(( if you liked it, likes and reposts are welcomed. also jay is next ;)
heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki
first meeting
He’s a guy who initiates an interaction with you. Jake would be polite and friendly, trying to ask you questions and listen carefully. He would awkwardly chuckle sometimes and brush his hair away or rub the back of his neck. I feel like Jake is the one who’s interested in everyone and you might overthink because of that. Like he’s so nice and initiative with you… What else can you think about?
Jake is a gentleman. An awkward gentleman. He would open the door for you and bump into it while following you. He would be passing you something and drop this thing. However, Jake would immediately catch it (remember about his reflexes).
Your relationship would develop really fast and after a while you would already feel like you know Jake for a long time.
friendship
You two became friends quickly, starting to hang out with each other too often. I feel like friendship with him is light and playful. You would joke at each other, flirt a bit, playing with your eyebrows. However, he’s the guy who you can always talk to. If you’re experiencing a difficult time, he would always support you by listening and hugging you. Jake is the one who especially values physical touch so there is no doubt it is the part of his support and caring attitude.
As time goes by, you feel like your playful interactions go further. Or maybe you’re the one who thinks so. It feels like it’s not enough for you and your heart wants more. However, it’s really difficult to tell if Jake feels the same.
For me, he’s interested in everyone and I think he’s the type to be confused about his own feelings. Yes, you would be really close. He would find himself staring at you sometimes or listening to your laugh with adoration. But this is what confuses him the most. Is it how love feels like?
With 100% Jake would seek advice from Heeseung. A small talk about how to realize what you actually want. And then he would think. Jake would start acting differently, deep in thoughts all of the time. However, as time goes by, he makes his choice.
his confession
He is really nervous. You don’t need to read minds to tell that. Especially since Jake became somehow softer after a period of being too thoughtful. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he just had a difficult time but now he healed.
Jake invited you for a walk in the late evening. The streets were lit with a light from lanterns - the only things that helped you to see the path. As you and Jake were walking down the street none of you made a sound. It was a silent, tense walk and you were scared of what was going to happen next. Jake stopped turning around to look at the view that was opened from the bridge you were standing on. You stepped closer to him, reclining on the railing. Suddenly he spoke.
“I’m so sorry for my behavior lately… I didn’t mean to hurt you, sorry if you were confused.” The wind disheveled his hair making them messy. His eyes were glued to the view of the night city, beautifully reflecting the lights from the cars and lanterns. “I like you.” Jake finally looked at you with the warmest expression on his face. “I really do.” Your eyes widened in surprise but you hurried to pull him in a hug. Jake slowly wrapped hands around your figure considering your action. “Does it mean you too?..” he mumbled in your hair.
relationship
He’s a golden retriever for sure. Jake is an excited puppy who is always nervous around you, especially at the first time. He immediately told members and his family around you with heart-shaped eyes. Jake is the most genius and excited boy to have such a girl like you.
Even though you decided not to show a lot of affection in public, he couldn't help but do it. He would unknowingly touch you during the conversation or while you’re laughing. A hand on your back, on your shoulder, on your head, on your arm. Just a light touch that reminds you of his presence next to you. He wouldn’t look for excuses to give a physical touch, reasons to touch you will always be found somehow. “Oh, I just had to brush away the string of your hair”, “Oh you have cream on your cheek, let me wipe it off.” - those are things Jake would always say and you would have nothing left than to just deal with it.
Still, I think that Jake is the boyfriend you can always come up to in difficult situations. Yeah, he’s giggly and bubbly but he still has something warm and wise inside. If you feel bad, Jake will always take care of you, asking about your well-being. “Does it hurt somewhere? How long did you sleep today? Did you eat? Do you need some rest?” He’s the understanding type who is ready to risk it all just to make sure you’re safe. However, if the reason of your sickness is not physical, he'll comfort you by pulling into a hug. Seeing your watering eyes, Jake immediately wraps his hands around your figure, leaning your head on his shoulder, one of his hands holding your head. He knows when to be quiet and stays silent for a while. After a while his hands are already caressing your hair and back in a soothing motion, his lips whispering comforting words in your ear (I’m crying). As you stop crying he notices to himself to make you the happiest girl alive to never make you cry ever again.
first kiss
The type to be very nervous and you can tell it by his red ears and cheeks when you peck his cheek as a goodbye. After that little kiss he probably smiled widely all the way back home and touched his cheek where you kissed him as a fool (he’s cute I love him). However, as time goes by, pecks are not enough for him. He’s craving your lips. Jake would always stare at them when you talk, his gaze slightly falling down to observe the lower part of your face. It had you questioning if he was even listening to you. His flustered face when you catch him red-handed is what makes you take the next step. You knew Jake was too shy to go for it so you had to take the lead.
One you were talking about something not important, noticing Jake’s gaze falling down again. You didn’t say anything to him and just leaned closer to kiss him. His eyes widened from the unexpected move but he immediately relaxed feeling your soft lips on his. Jake closed his eyes holding the nape of your head and kissed you back savoring the moment. Your thumb caressed his cheek making him melt even more. As you pulled away looking in his eyes with a slight grin, his heart almost jumped from his chest. He looked at you with slightly widened eyes “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, nervously inhaling. “You look pretty being flustered like that” you answered caressing his cheek with your thumb. Thanks to you his face got even redder.
first time
(God save me)
The caring type with whom you will giggle when one of you can’t undo the button or zipper. Jake is a bit spontaneous and doesn’t plan anything. He believes that true passion can’t be planned and a moment when it will happen can’t be predicted. With him everything goes fast. Recently you had your first kiss, now you periodically make out not able to pull away from each other. Really, I feel like with him it goes so naturally that you don’t even notice how glued to his lips you become. Also I believe he’s a good kisser (bro look at his lips).
Still, when the first time comes Jake suddenly becomes nervous. He would try to be careful, even though his passion and hardness in jeans are spanning all his logical thinking.
His plump lips are glued to your neck, sucking on it hungrily. It feels like Jake hasn’t eaten for weeks and now his only food is you, who is being devoured by a starved man. The wet sounds of his kisses make the tie in your stomach tighten and his lips on your skin feel so heavenly good that you throw your head back, pulling on his hair. The sudden groan makes you moan back, creating a special melody just for you two. “Gosh, baby, how can you be so sweet? I might actually lose my mind…” Jake mumbles looking in your eyes just to pull back to your skin with even more hunger.
Also as numerous users of the internet I am not a stranger to the opinion that Jake loves oral sex. He doesn’t just love it, he was made for it, and only god knows why. I feel like for the first time he would try to show off his skills as much as possible.
“Gosh baby” his lips pressed to your wet folds in a feverish motion, trying to savor your taste. “If I knew you were so sweet, I would go for it earlier” his tongue entered your tight walls causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. Jake’s nose massaged your clit making you gasp for air and grip his hair, tempting to make you cum sooner than you imagined. Feeling you falling apart on his tongue, Jake pressed to your pussy harder. “Need you to cum for me, baby” he mumbled in between his licks “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
Talking about the actual act, Jake is slow and caring, trying to control himself even if it's hard. He gets a bit nervous about the whole thing but you manage to support him.
He's pulling the tip inside of you, trying not to go too fast. You can tell that it takes him a lot of effort to not push all the way in and you're clearly thankful for that. Your hand squeezes his bicep and Jake immediately looks at your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. “Are you okay? Should I stop?” he asks in a worried tone, woken up from desire. “No, it's fine, you can move. Just thank you” you look up at him, noticing how his expression softens. “No need to thank me, baby. I'm just taking care of you” Jake leans closer to leave a peck on your lips before pushing his dick inside of you further.
+bonus
As time goes by Jake becomes wilder… He's not afraid of anything anymore. He knows that you're always down for all of his little dreams and fantasies and it makes him the happiest guy alive.
Also he's not really into aftercare. Usually you're the one who needs to clean up all the mess while Jake is just pleading for another round or for just staying in bed.
hi guys!!! this is the video I made in 2022 as a baby engene! I've loved it since then and decided to share with you bcs I'm planning to write fics based on these trops from the video. plots were made up by me!!
