𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙲⎯ Space dedicated to the 02z's Line. Here you’ll find content related to Jake, Sunghoon, and Jongseong.
𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 ⎯ I do accept requests; they’re currently open. I will make every effort to follow the order of submission; however, some drabbles can take me more time than others. To deliver a result that fully aligns with your expectations, please specify the desired style in detail (e.g., fluff, smut, etc.). The more precise your request, the more accurately I can capture your idea!
𝚄𝙿𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙻𝙴 ⎯ I usually publish new content on a weekly basis (one drabble per week).
ᥫ᭡. 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚃: Bf! Jake x Gf! Reader: established relationship, fluff + smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, V. sex, sassy couple, food play, body workship, creampie, explicit content. MDNI.
ᥫ᭡. 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃: Husband/Doctor! Jake x Wife/Patient! Reader: pregnancy intimacy, P in V, praise kink, sweet-dirty talk, gentle and devotion husband, stimulation, fluff-smut, soft sex, initial context, MDNI.
ᥫ᭡. 𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈: Sub/Idol!Jake x Dom!Reader:
secret relationship, sensory deprivation, dirty talk, edging, femdom, good boy kink, oral sex (M. receiving), riding, praise x beg, foreplay, initial context, MDNI.
ᥫ᭡. 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙴: Dad! Jake x Mom! Reader: domestic fluff, married couple, family dynamics, kids being kids, just soft romance, short fic.
ᥫ᭡. 𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂: Hades!Jake x Persephone!Reader: established relationship, fantasy romance, romanticized persephone myth, emotional angst, intense yearning, Dom!Reader x Sub!Jake, begging, light choking, dirty talk, marking, P in V, riding, mythology AU, MDNI.
ᥫ᭡. 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂: Husband/Dad! Jake x Pregnant Wife/Mom!Reader: relationship, domestic fluff-smut, pregnancy intimacy, P in V, praise kink, body worship, gentle and devotion husband, soft sex, initial context, MDNI.
ᥫ᭡.𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄: 𖹭.ᐟHusband! Jake x Wife! Reader: established relationship, alcohol consumption, chaotic couple, drunk 'nd messy sex, playful teasing and provocations, P in V, dirty talk, soft dom! Jake, MDNI.
𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵:
ᥫ᭡. 𝚂𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴: Needy Bf! Sunghoon x Needy Gf! Reader: established relationship, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, dom! Sunghoon, sassy/bratty! girlfriend, edging, creampie, explicit content, MDNI.
ᥫ᭡. 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙺 '𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙼: Crown Prince! Sunghoon x Crown Princess! Reader: fiancée, bath sex, fingering, P in V, first time, creampie, power dynamic, size kink, possessive tones, historical setting (Joseon AU), MDNI.
ᥫ᭡. 𝚂𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴: Bf! Sunghoon x Gf/Nurse! Reader: established relationship, domestic fluff, burnout, caring and devotion boyfriend, shorts fic. Just lots of fluff and comfort.
ᥫ᭡. 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚃: Punctual and Orderly Bf! Sunghoon × Always Late Gf! Reader: established relationship, opposites attract, cold war couple, jealousy and possessive behavior, family pressure, make-up sex, public sex, slight dom!Sunghoon, P in V, multiple orgasms, context, MDNI.
𝙹𝙰𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵:
ᥫ᭡. 𝙱𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙸𝚃: Chef! Jongseong x Boss’s Daughter! Reader: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, oral sex, dirty talk, kitchen sex, power dynamics, spanking, MDNI.
so, we all know that jake is good at playing pool. and i keep thinking of that scene from fifty shades darker where jake and his wife bet on the game.. you can decide who will win the game tho hehehe 😋
࣪˖ ִֶָ𝑆𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢: 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒
𖹭.ᐟHusband! Jake x Wife! Reader: established relationship, alcohol consumption, chaotic couple, drunk 'nd messy sex, playful teasing and provocations, P in V, dirty talk, soft dom! Jake, MDNI.
I absolutely loved this prompt the second I read it! Haha. I wanted to take the opportunity to mix it with a super crazy dream I had a while ago... 😂🫣 It got a little chaotic, but you’ll understand why once you read it. A huge thank you to @missoxy for trusting me with your ideas. I truly hope you like the final result! 💕🙏🏻
Two bottles of wine—one empty and lying on its side, the other still holding out at half—rested on the villa’s coffee table. The early morning had already slipped in through the large windows, but inside the living room, time seemed to move at a different pace. The alcohol in their blood turned everything into a floating, intimate, and absurdly fun atmosphere.
You were sprawled along the sofa with your legs stretched across Jake’s lap. He kept his hands loosely wrapped around your ankles, though his own head tilted back against the sofa cushion betrayed that the wine was taking its toll on him too.
“So, my sister…” you tried to continue the anecdote, but the thought evaporated from your mind halfway through. You ended up staring at the ceiling with your mouth slack, while he watched you expectantly, eyes narrowed with laughter.
You burst into laughter again, letting your head fall over the edge of the armrest.
“Fuck… I forgot what I was going to say.”
Jake let out a loud laugh that echoed through the entire room, pulling your legs a little tighter against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
“That’s the third time you’ve lost your train of thought in five minutes, Mrs. Sim,” he teased, dragging out the words with that smile you loved so much. “The wine definitely won.”
“I’m perfectly fine, Ikeu,” you shot back, giving him a clumsy little push with your foot against his side. “You’re the one who’s drunk. Just look at yourself—you’re smiling like an idiot.”
Jake caught your foot in mid-air and gave it a gentle tug, making you slide a few inches across the leather sofa. You let out a muffled squeal of laughter as you tried to grab onto the cushions.
“Hey!” you protested, trying to sit up. The effort only got you halfway upright, hair messy and a huge grin on your face. “What was that for?”
“You’re making fun of me for smiling like an idiot, but this is the same smile I always have when I look at you, my love,” he sighed, lazily stroking your calves with his thumbs, sleepy and affectionate. “So that doesn’t prove I’m drunk. It’s not the wine’s fault… I just like you too much.”
“God, Jake… don’t hit me with that out of nowhere,” you protested between giggles, covering your face with your hands to hide how your cheeks had completely flushed. “You know perfectly well you’re drunk. You’re just trying to deflect.”
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head, both amused and resigned.
“Well…” he said, stretching his neck and nodding his chin toward the billiard table at the far end of the room, softly lit by the low lamp. “Instead of continuing this verbal battle to prove who’s worse off, how about we settle it over there? Whoever wins the game proves they’re more sober and gets to ask the loser for one wish.”
You tilted your head, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you stared at him with that playful, flirtatious intensity you knew short-circuited his brain.
“Uh… so we’re betting now?” you provoked in a murmur. “I accept the game, as long as we lay all the cards on the table right from this moment. Care to tell me what’s going through that head of yours if you manage to beat me, Mr. Sim?”
Jake had to swallow hard under your gaze, shifting on the leather sofa as a competitive spark began to ignite in his eyes.
“And don’t even think about making me go first,” you added, raising an eyebrow with pure mischief. “You threw down the challenge, so you speak first. I’m listening.”
With that, you watched a slow, dangerously mischievous smile begin to form on his lips. He leaned toward you on the sofa, closing the distance until his breath brushed against your cheek.
“Alright, if you want it clear…” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder. “If I win, on the last night of this trip you’re going to have to dress up as Catwoman for me. We’ll go look for the costume tomorrow, so you might as well start getting used to the idea, Mrs. Sim.”
“You had that one saved up, didn’t you? You’re such a rascal…” you said, glancing at him sideways with narrowed eyes, but secretly fascinated by the proposal. “We haven’t even touched a cue stick and you’re already claiming victory.”
He shrugged, using two fingers to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear while his gaze dropped briefly to your lips.
“Can’t waste an opportunity like this, and I’m taking it for granted that I’m going to win,” he smiled with absolute confidence, giving your thigh a soft, possessive squeeze. “Now it’s your turn. If by some miracle in life you actually beat me… what are you going to ask for?”
You took a couple of seconds to process such boldness, letting out a low, incredulous laugh. You held his gaze without blinking.
“A miracle? How cute that you think you even stand a chance,” you said, sliding your hand along his arm until you cradled his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse under your fingertips. “You’d better start mentally preparing, because when I win, you’re going to be my official masseur every single night for a whole month. No excuses… and, of course, with a happy ending guaranteed.”
Jake’s grip on your thigh became much firmer. His breath hitched for a second, stunned by the audacity and calm with which you had just delivered such a blow.
“Deal?” you challenged.
“Deal,” he answered in a low, husky voice.
The moment the word left his lips, he closed the distance and sealed the pact with a deep, hungry kiss, stealing a muffled sigh and a laugh against his mouth before they both stood up to begin the competition on the old billiard table.
They walked together to the wooden rack and each chose a cue. Without hesitation, Jake gave you the honor of the break, placing a hand on your waist to guide you to the head of the table.
“Ladies first,” he said with exaggerated courtesy, stepping back a couple of paces to fix his gaze on you. “Impress me.”
“How considerate…” you quipped with a lopsided smile, taking your time to chalk the tip of the cue. “Get ready to see how a real break is done.”
You leaned forward, shifting your weight onto one leg. Of course, as you bent so low to find the angle, your skirt tightened around your hips and rode up a few extra centimeters.
Behind you, Jake didn’t waste a second finding the best view—he didn’t even try to hide it. He rested his chin on the tip of his own cue, staring directly under your skirt, and let out a low whistle.
“Definitely… an impeccable stance,” he said, running his tongue over his lower lip. “Excellent grip, wonderful elevation… I tip my hat to you.”
“Sim Jaeyun, shut up—you’re not letting me concentrate,” you warned, shooting him a withering look over your shoulder.
“But I’m analyzing your shot, Mrs. Sim,” he defended himself, flashing an innocent smile that no one, least of all himself, believed. “Go on, go on. Show me what you’re made of.”
You took a deep breath, fixed your eyes on the white ball, and struck with all the determination in the world. The problem was you misjudged the distance—or the glasses of wine had taken their toll—because the tip of the cue sailed through the air just above the ball, barely grazing it before hitting the wood with a dry thud. The white ball only rolled a lazy couple of millimeters.
There was a second of absolute silence before Jake let out a choked laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as if trying—and failing—to contain it.
“Wait, wait…” he said, stepping forward. “Was that the master shot that was going to make me give you massages for a whole month?”
“It was a practice shot!” you jumped in immediately, stamping your foot lightly on the floor while trying to look serious. “I was measuring the weight of the ball and the firmness of the table. All professionals do that.”
“Ah, of course, the famous ‘measurement’,” he teased, closing the space until his chest pressed fully against your back.
Jake leaned over you to reach the table, trapping you between his chest and the wood. In the process, you felt the growing hardness in his pants press against your hip, drawing a muffled gasp from you before you could stop it.
“Or is it more like the wine is already making you see double white balls, huh?” he murmured close to your ear, brushing his cheek against yours.
“You’re a cheater. You were distracting me on purpose,” you complained, turning slightly to give him a gentle push on the chest.
“Whatever you say,” Jake declared with extreme smugness.
Then his fingers slid over yours to take the cue from you and set it aside. Next, he grabbed your waist, pulled you back against his torso, and brought his own cue in front of you, completely enveloping you between his arms and the table.
“Stay right there,” he instructed, guiding your hands to hold the cue along with his. “Watch and learn how a professional breaks.”
Feeling his chest rising and falling against your back and that growing hardness pressing shamelessly against you made it almost impossible to concentrate on the game. Jake leaned in a little more, resting his chin almost on your shoulder as he adjusted the angle toward the white ball.
“Jake, I think you’re too close. You don’t need to be all over me like this,” you told him in a breathy voice, though you made no real attempt to pull away.
“I’m maintaining the balance of the shot, my love,” he justified with that lopsided smile pressed to your neck, sliding the cue back and forth. “Now, eyes on the white.”
He took a breath and struck the ball with brutal force and precision. The dry crack of the impact echoed through the room, and the balls shot off in every direction, with two of them sinking into the corner pockets.
A perfect shot.
He didn’t move a single centimeter away from your back. He simply let out a victorious laugh against the skin of your neck, leaving a short kiss just below your ear that made you shiver all over.
“That’s how it’s done,” he boasted. “Catwoman. I’m already imagining you in that tight leather suit… and nothing underneath.”
“That was pure luck, Sim Jaeyun,” you retorted defiantly.
Without moving from the table, you pushed your hips back with clear intention, pressing the curve of your ass against the hardness straining his pants. You moved your hips in a slow, provocative sway—pressing, rubbing, grinding against him. You felt perfectly how his cock hardened even more beneath the fabric, throbbing against you with every movement.
Jake let out a hoarse, broken hiss, almost a growl, as his fingers dug into your hips.
“Fuck…” he muttered in a wrecked voice, holding back the urge to thrust against you. “Luck? No… talent,” he finally managed to say, though his breathing was ragged and his smile looked more like a grimace of pure effort to stay in control. “I cede my turn. Let’s see if this time you actually hit the ball or swing at the air like a beginner again.”
“Keep talking and see if you even finish the game,” you purred, giving his cock one last rub with your ass before pulling away.
You picked up the cue with feigned concentration, but both of you knew the real game had begun between their bodies. The match continued, transformed into a dangerous exchange of “accidental” brushes, loaded glances, and increasingly undisguised provocations. With every passing minute, Jake’s erection became an obvious, painful bulge he no longer tried to hide. Still, he had played skillfully despite the torture and was only one ball—the black one—away from closing the game and claiming his Catwoman.
You, on the other hand, had stopped pretending to care about the scoreboard. The wine and desire had completely melted your judgment. When it was his turn to prepare for the final shot, you sat shamelessly on the corner of the table, right next to the 8-ball, with your legs slightly spread and your skirt hiked up to mid-thigh.
You were hypnotized, staring at the tension in his shoulders, the drop of sweat sliding down his neck, and especially the thick, prominent veins bulging in his forearms as he gripped the cue tightly. There was something incredibly seductive about the skill in his movements. Seeing Jaeyun like this—so fucking capable, focused, and precise—was making you wet in ways you couldn’t have imagined, leaving a hot, urgent throb in your core that screamed for them to abandon the game and drag him onto you.
Jake adjusted his stance, eye fixed on the black ball. He was one shot away from clearing the table, claiming victory, and taking his prize. But he made the mistake of looking at you.
His eyes traveled from the ball to the corner of the table. He saw you sitting there, skirt barely covering what was necessary, full lips parted from your heavy breathing, and that gaze filled with desire aimed straight at his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing hard as he tried to cling to the last shred of sanity he had left. But fuck, the pressure in his pants was so brutal his balls ached. He inhaled deeply, searching for air, but seeing you so willing, thighs spread in direct invitation for him, killed any attempt at self-control.
“To hell with the game… I surrender,” he growled, voice thick with frustration. “You won.”
Not giving a damn about the scoreboard, he dropped the cue, letting it roll across the table. He crossed the distance between you in two hungry strides, stepped fully between your legs, and pinned you against the edge of the wood. His fingers sank into the back of your thighs before he devoured your mouth in a desperate kiss, erasing any space between you the instant you released a muffled moan against his lips.
His tongue invaded your mouth as he pressed his hot, hard erection against your center. He ground against you with slow, filthy rolls of his hips, as if he were already fucking you through your clothes. The alcohol made everything more intense, clumsier, and more primal.
“I’ve been imagining you on this table the entire damn game,” he confessed against your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth and tugging. “Fuck the bet… right now I just want to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
Your hands immediately flew to his hair, tangling in the strands and pulling hard as you answered the kiss with the same desperation. At your response, Jake growled against your mouth, slid his hands up to the curve of your ass, and lifted you in one smooth motion, seating you fully on the billiard table amid the clatter of the balls shifting.
There wasn’t an ounce of patience left. Without breaking the contact of your lips, he ripped your panties off with a single tug, tearing them without hesitation, while at the same time you pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his fully hard cock. You felt it throb in your palm as you pumped it with desperate rhythm, drawing a whimper from him.
“Don’t make me wait,” you moaned breathlessly, unsure if it was a plea or a demand.
He brushed your hand aside to take full control. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against your soaked pussy, sliding torturously between your wet folds and driving you wild before giving you what both of you were desperately begging for.
“All this time provoking me…” he growled softly, looking into your eyes with hunger. “Now you’re going to behave and take every last inch.”
You cried out at his words, heart pounding hard. Jake rubbed the thick, hot head of his cock against your soaked pussy one last time, sliding between your swollen folds, before thrusting into you with one deep, precise stroke.
Pleasure shot through you like lightning. You felt him open you, fill you completely, stretching you deliciously around his thickness. Jake let out a guttural, long, and rough moan as he felt your hot, wet walls clench tightly around him.
“Fuck…” he muttered through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a second.
The table creaked dangerously under your combined weight. But Jake didn’t stop. He started fucking you with hard, desperate thrusts, pulling out almost completely only to sink back to the hilt with every stroke, making your breasts bounce wildly beneath your clothes.
You gripped his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt as you felt his cock hit that perfect spot inside you over and over, making your back arch and your toes curl from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Harder, more” you begged in a broken voice, drunk on pleasure.
Hearing your plea, Jake released a wild growl from deep in his chest. Without losing rhythm, he pushed you back until you were lying completely on the soft green felt of the table. Then he grabbed your thigh, hooked one leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide open, and sank back in to the root with merciless, deep, and painfully precise thrusts.
With every impact, you felt the weight of his body pressing you against the wood, the scorching heat radiating from his skin, and the frantic grind of his pelvis against your clit. At the same time, Jake felt your pussy walls contracting around his cock, squeezing him tighter and tighter, threatening to trap him with every withdrawal—an tight, suffocating grip that was driving him insane.
The table began to protest with louder and louder creaks under the frantic rhythm of his hips. However, neither of them noticed until a sharp, prolonged crack sounded right beneath their bodies.
“Jake, wait” you gasped, alarmed.
He stopped dead, still buried to the hilt inside you. Both remained completely still, chests heaving and breathing ragged, listening for any sound.
The table creaked again, louder this time, almost like a crash.
“Shit,” he cursed through his teeth.
With superhuman effort, Jake pulled out of you in one quick tug. He barely had time to react before one of the main legs snapped with a loud crack. The entire table collapsed sideways all at once; balls rolled noisily across the floor and the green felt folded under the weight.
You both fell to the floor completely tangled, with him acting on pure instinct to wrap you in his arms and cushion the impact. Despite his attempt to protect you, your hip and elbow hit the ground while Jake rolled to the side at the last second to avoid crushing you with his weight.
For a couple of seconds, the room fell into absolute silence, broken only by the echo of the billiard balls bouncing and coming to a stop in the distance, along with the ragged sound of your frantic breathing. You lay there among the broken wood, disheveled, skin burning, and clothes half-removed.
You turned to look at him and found his dark eyes already fixed on you. Your gazes met amid the wreckage, and once you both processed what had just happened, the tension shattered as you both burst into a wave of laughter.
“No way,” Jake said between laughs, still panting as he tried to catch his breath.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his hair messy and damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. He had a small scrape on his forearm from protecting your fall, but he didn’t even seem to notice it. He simply looked you up and down with concern.
“Are you okay, my love?” he asked, stroking your side. “Did you hit yourself hard?”
You kept laughing softly, but the desire hadn’t diminished one bit. On the contrary, it burned even hotter. You grabbed his wrinkled shirt and pulled him toward you, opening your legs so he could settle between them again.
“Yes, I’m fine,” you gasped against his lips, kissing him with urgent clumsiness. “Forget about that, Ikeu. Don’t stop… take me right here. Make me yours.”
Jake let out a shaky sigh, completely surrendered to you. He positioned himself carefully among the wood and felt remnants, guiding his hot, throbbing cock to your entrance. When he entered you again, slow and deep, both of you let out a long, broken moan that seemed to stop time.
This time he moved with a more measured rhythm, though every thrust remained intense and deliberate. He braced himself on his forearms beside your head, enveloping you with the heat of his body while staring at you intently, refusing to miss a single one of your expressions.
Your hands remained restless, seeking each other’s skin. With a firm but tender movement, Jake took you by the thigh and wrapped your leg around his hip, joining your pelvises until any trace of distance disappeared. His other hand rose to your face, cradling your cheek with tenderness, using his thumb to caress your cheekbone with every thrust.
You slid your fingertips along his sweaty back, lightly digging your nails into his shoulders when the sensation became too overwhelming. Between slow kisses and intertwined breaths, you finished removing what little clothing still remained, claiming full skin-to-skin and heart-to-heart contact.
The floor was hard and cold, but discomfort had no place there. In the middle of the chaos of the destroyed table, surrounded by splinters and scattered billiard balls, what began as a game of pure desire transformed into something much deeper. They weren’t just two drunk people letting go; they were two married lovers, best friends, and souls who had chosen each other, making love between smiles and whispers.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Just him, just you, and that overflowing love that had the power to turn any disaster into the most perfect corner of the world to lose yourselves in each other.
Hi beauties ~
Reminder that I have requests open, so feel free to share your ideas about 02z's Line members with me 💕
Hi. How’re you? I had a question about requesting. Is there anything you aren’t comfortable with? I wanted to request something fluffy and angsty (no smut) but I wanted to see if it was okay. Thank you
Hi! I'm fine, thank you for asking! ¿and u?
I'd love to take your request! A fluffy and angsty story with no smut sounds amazing 😌
Regarding my boundaries, I'm open to almost any genre, but I don't write about pedophilia, incest, or physical violence. Also, just as a quick reminder, my blog focuses specifically on the 02z line members hehe 🤭.
So, feel free to send your idea over! I'm excited to read it.
ok ok I have an idea. (any member you want) Reader and him have a fight before going to like a get together/dinner with family friends. On the ride there, he ignores her and doesn’t talk the whole time. Even when they get there, he doesn’t sit next to her but across but then a guy sits with her instead. Since their boyfriend is ignoring her, she talks to the guy instead. Then obviously he gets mad and he snaps when he sees her hand brush against the guy’s arm. Then he decides to like “accidentally” spill his drink over her dress so that she HAS to excuse herself and then he follows after her and then in the bathroom together… smut… yk
loved you recent fic sm, you ate up
࣪˖ ִֶָ𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑶𝒖𝒕: 𝑷.𝑺𝑯
𖹭.ᐟPunctual and Orderly Bf! Sunghoon × Always Late Gf! Reader: established relationship, opposites attract, cold war couple, jealousy and possessive behavior, family pressure, make-up sex, public sex, slight dom!Sunghoon, P in V, multiple orgasms, context, MDNI.
I'm so incredibly grateful for your trust in letting me bring your idea 🥺💕. I honestly hope you like how it turned out!
For Sunghoon, order and punctuality were not mere habits: they were his life philosophy. You, on the other hand, processed the world at your own pace. That was why, whenever your two worlds collided under the pressure of a clock, the result was never an explosion, but a cold war.
“Less than half an hour until dinner starts,” Sunghoon announced from the doorway.
He spoke the words in a voice so flat and devoid of emotion it bordered on intimidating. His immaculate appearance seemed armored against the chaos of the room; he wore a perfectly pressed dress shirt and dark trousers, not a single wrinkle out of place. Meanwhile, the metallic jingle of the keys in his right hand acted as a second hand, a constant reminder that the clock was ticking against you.
“I know, Hoon. I know,” you murmured. Your fingers felt numb from stress as you tried to keep your hand steady while lining your eyes.
Knowing he was already ready and waiting only made your movements clumsier. In your rush to find the right accessories, you had knocked over a jewelry box on the dresser, sending a couple of earrings rolling under the bed. To make matters worse, the bathroom floor was still wet and your dress was still completely open at the back.
Sunghoon let out a slow sigh. Without saying a word, he crouched down to pick up the earrings from the floor. He placed them beside you on the vanity, perfectly aligned. Then he turned to fold the towel you had left forgotten on the bed.
This silent way of “cleaning up your mess” was shredding your nerves. It felt condescending, as if every object he straightened was proof of your incompetence.
“Please, don’t do that,” you asked, lowering the eyeliner with a frustrated sigh. “I feel like you’re judging me with every single thing you touch, and it’s keeping me from getting anywhere.”
Sunghoon froze mid-fold, the towel still between his hands. He stared at you through the mirror’s reflection; his dark eyes carried deep exhaustion and a contained frustration he was trying not to let escape.
“I’m just trying to help so we can leave already,” he said with rehearsed calm, though the stiffness in his shoulders betrayed him. “I know it stresses you out when I pressure you, so I’m not saying anything. I’m just reminding you that you promised we’d leave on time this time. But seeing this… it feels like this dinner with my family doesn’t matter to you. Besides, you’re not planning to leave the room looking like this, are you?”
“It does matter,” you replied, turning in your chair to face him directly. “That’s why I’ve been trying for almost two hours to make everything perfect—I really want to make a good impression on your family. But the more you look at me with that disappointed face and tidy things around me like I’m a little girl, the clumsier I get.”
“I don’t see you as a little girl,” he replied, placing the towel over the back of the chair. “But I have a hard time understanding why, if you say you care so much about this event, you couldn’t have planned ahead better. It’s unfair that I have to measure every one of my reactions so I don’t overwhelm you while time keeps running. I get stressed too, you know? If a time is set and agreed upon, it should be kept. It’s that simple.”
“Well, I’m sorry I don’t have your perfect self-control, Sunghoon,” you snapped, a sting of guilt quickly turning into wounded pride. “We’re only fifteen minutes behind. It’s not the end of the world.”
You turned abruptly to try to zip up your dress. However, your fingers—damp from nerves and shaky from anxiety—kept slipping on the fabric, trapped in a useless struggle against the metal zipper on your back.
Through the mirror, you saw Sunghoon take a step forward. For a moment, his gaze softened and he seemed about to reach out to help you. But the barrier that had risen between you was too high; he seemed to remember how much your defensive insistence on doing things alone frustrated him. He held back, let out a sigh, and slipped the keys into his pocket, cutting off any bridge of reconciliation.
“Something can always come up on the way,” he concluded in a neutral voice. “I’ll wait for you in the car. Take all the time you need; it doesn’t matter anymore if we’re late.”
With eyes misty from a mix of anger and frustration, you forced yourself to breathe deeply, refusing to blink so you wouldn’t ruin the makeup you had worked so hard on. With an awkward and painful contortion, you finally managed to hook the damn zipper and finished the last details as best you could. Truly, the night had started in the worst possible way.
When you finally went downstairs and stepped out into the mild night, the car was already waiting with the engine running, its headlights illuminating the driveway.
You opened the passenger door and slid into the seat under his indifference. Sunghoon didn’t even turn his head to look at you; hands on the wheel, he waited for the click of the seatbelt before shifting gears and pulling out onto the main avenue without wasting a second. Thus began a journey that, under other circumstances, would have been filled with laughter, stories from the day, or some music in the background—but now it was an absolute desert of words.
From the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but observe him. His profile looked ethereal under the intermittent glow of the streetlights filtering into the cabin. Yet the beauty of his features was hardened; his jaw remained tense and his eyes stayed fixed on the road, completely focused on driving. It was as if you had become a ghost occupying the seat beside him.
In a desperate attempt to dispel the heaviness in the air, you reached out to turn on the radio. But before your fingers touched the screen, Sunghoon beat you to it and lowered the volume from the steering wheel controls, reducing the music to an inaudible whisper.
“I prefer to drive in silence, please,” he said. His voice held no anger; it was flat, polite, and painfully formal. The voice of a stranger.
Shit. You slowly withdrew your hand, feeling a mix of humiliation and defiance. Seeing on the screen that the trip was taking more than the expected fifteen minutes began to feed your anxiety, and that sepulchral silence didn’t help at all.
Tired of the emotional distance, you swallowed your pride. You had to acknowledge your part in this if you wanted to save the night.
“I’m sorry, Sunghoon. I really should have chosen what to wear earlier, and the makeup took longer than I estimated…” you said, but your voice faded, losing strength in the face of his lack of response.
He didn’t interrupt you or cut you off harshly, but his total refusal to turn his face, to give you even a sideways glance or a simple nod that validated your effort to fix things, stopped the words in your throat. Exhaustion and pride won the battle; you gave up, swallowed the rest of your apology, rested your head against the window, and abandoned any further attempt at a truce.
The dashboard map showed eight minutes late. Insignificant to anyone else. Catastrophic in Sunghoon’s world, especially tonight. The host of the dinner was his grandfather, the stern patriarch of the family; an old-school man who considered even the slightest delay a personal insult. The old man didn’t hesitate to use any detail, no matter how small, to belittle others, and Sunghoon flatly refused to let you become the target of his biting comments—much less be compared to those “exemplary girlfriends” he always brought up. You didn’t deserve that.
He hadn’t told you any of this so as not to scare you or add more pressure to your nerves, but the truth was that the old man’s approval was the most important family filter for any future steps you wanted to take.
As the car moved forward, Sunghoon’s mind worked at full speed, calculating how to enter the restaurant, what excuse to give, and how to divert his grandfather’s attention so that not a single uncomfortable question would touch you. But you, unable to read the protective chaos brewing behind his eyes fixed on the road, could only interpret his silence as the tantrum of a stubborn, inflexible man who cared far more about the hands of the clock than about your feelings.
The vehicle finally came to a stop in front of the restaurant’s façade. As the valet opened your door, you forced yourself to take a deep breath and soften your expression. The moment you stepped onto the asphalt, Sunghoon was already there, offering you his arm with chivalry; however, you knew perfectly well that the contact was nothing more than cold courtesy to keep up appearances.
That was how, as you crossed the threshold into the private room, the murmur of family conversations died instantly. At the head of the long table, the grandfather’s figure stood out like a judge on his bench. His sharp, calculating eyes scanned them from head to toe before glancing sideways at the watch on his wrist.
“Good evening,” Sunghoon said, bowing slightly. You imitated the gesture, feeling a knot of nerves in your throat as you greeted the rest of the table.
“You’re late,” the old man stated. His voice scraped the air of the room, cutting. “You’re never late, Sunghoon. What happened? Did your…friend delay you?”
The word “friend” hung in the air with poorly disguised contempt. Suddenly, the absurd gravity of those eight minutes of delay materialized before you, revealing the true nature of the environment you had just stepped into. Just as you were about to open your mouth to apologize, Sunghoon stepped forward, drawing all the old man’s attention to himself.
“There was an accident on the road near her house, Grandfather,” he lied without blinking, keeping his gaze fixed on the elder to absorb all the pressure. “My apologies. It won’t happen again.”
The old man nodded. After all, Sunghoon had the enormous advantage of being the favorite grandson, his pride. With a slight wave of his hand, he allowed them to join the gathering and signaled the rest of the table to resume their conversations.
“I’ll sit with Grandfather for a while. You can take a seat wherever you prefer,” Sunghoon murmured to you before turning his back and taking the chair next to the old man.
You were left with words in your mouth. There was no space for you beside him, so you had no choice but to sit directly across from him. You took the seat next to his younger sister, leaving an empty chair to your right—a place you secretly hoped Sunghoon would occupy at some point during the night once the tension eased. However, as you tried to strike up a conversation with your sister-in-law to hide your discomfort, a low, drawling voice beside you interrupted your thoughts.
“Hi, can I sit here?”
Before you could say a word, Hyuk Jae had already slid into the empty chair. He was Sunghoon’s cousin, the black sheep of the family; an attractive guy with a cynical smile, slightly messy hair, and subtly rolled-up sleeves that revealed the start of dark tattoos on his forearms. Hyuk Jae was the living image of rebellion against family protocol; a face you knew all too well, since in the past he had deployed his entire arsenal of seduction to try to win you over, becoming Sunghoon’s greatest threat before you decided to make things official with him.
The exact moment Sunghoon caught the scene from the other end of the table, he had to make a superhuman effort not to roll his eyes in pure frustration. He knew perfectly well that the idiot was doing it on purpose. Sunghoon’s original plan had been to first test the waters with his grandfather, speak to him cautiously about you to dispel any hostility, and then take that empty seat to spend the rest of the night by your side. But his foolish cousin had beaten him to it with irritating audacity. Just what he needed.
“I guess everyone has their methods, but I would never have left you alone to go kiss the old man’s ass,” Hyuk Jae said close to your ear after exchanging a look with his cousin. “How have you been, sweetheart? Happy with your life choices?”
You shifted slightly in your chair, marking a prudent physical distance before turning to give him a warning look.
“I’m wonderful, thanks. Better than ever. And you?”
“Mmm, I doubt it, but I’ll pretend to believe you,” he replied with a sly smile. “How’s your debut with our ‘charming’ family? At least no one can deny you’re beautiful.”
“You complain about your cousin but you’re flattering his girlfriend?” You raised an eyebrow, downplaying his comment with a purely friendly tone, and let a small polite smile escape.
Talking to Hyuk Jae actually gave you a bit of relief. His relaxed and irreverent attitude was the only thing allowing you to breathe amid so much formality. He didn’t bother you, and at least following a light, inconsequential chat served as a shield so you wouldn’t feel exposed under the scrutiny of the other relatives.
But from the other end of the table, Sunghoon’s composure hung by a thread. Trapped in his role as the perfect grandson, nodding politely at his grandfather’s monologues, he felt like his jaw was going to break from the tension. Seeing your posture—which until recently had remained closed and distant—finally soften, and watching you smile at the man who had always tried to come between you, was the final trigger for his peace; especially after everything that had happened between you just before arriving.
And Hyuk Jae is chaos, he is freedom, he is the antithesis of Sunghoon. That's why the threat felt so real and visceral: what if his world ended up exhausting you? The mere idea that you might see in his cousin’s lightness a refuge far more tempting than his love filled him with absolute, almost physical panic.
Sunghoon was fully aware that Hyuk Jae didn’t play fair; he was a predator who knew exactly which strings to pull to get your attention. Park held his breath, knuckles white from gripping the stem of his glass so tightly, tempted to interrupt his grandfather just to stand up and reclaim the place that belonged at your side.
Unaware of the storm of jealousy raging in your boyfriend, you simply continued the conversation.
“I see you’ve gotten some new things since last time,” you commented casually, gesturing lightly toward his arms to steer the topic, forcing him to talk about himself and stop his double-entendre comments about you.
“Ah, these?” Hyuk Jae saw the perfect opportunity to annoy Sunghoon even more. “Yeah, I got a couple a few months ago. Look, this one is the best…”
With a casualness bordering on shamelessness, he rested his forearm on the table, subtly invading your personal space and forcing you to lean slightly toward him to appreciate the dark ink on his skin.
“Oh…” you exclaimed, suddenly feeling cornered by the closeness of his display. “Yes, it’s really nice.”
You pointed at the tattoo with your index finger, offering the compliment out of mere courtesy and with the secret hope that he would withdraw his arm. However, the space between you was already too narrow. With an almost imperceptible movement from Hyuk Jae, your finger not only pointed at the design but the pad and back of your hand brushed directly against his arm.
It was contact lasting barely a few seconds—an innocent, accidental brush on your part, but deliberately provoked by him. The exact instant Sunghoon’s eyes caught the gesture, a blind impulse took complete control before he could rationalize it. His body reacted on pure reflex, overriding years of impeccable self-control; in one movement, he knocked over his wine glass.
The crystal wobbled before tipping, splashing straight onto Hyuk Jae’s forearm and then spilling over to soak your dress.
Sunghoon froze in his chair for a moment, staring at the mess. His heart pounded violently against his ribs. After all, he—who controlled every gesture—had just caused a scandal at a formal dinner. He was completely thrown by his own impulsive action; yet that emotion that had forced him to act so uncharacteristically still burned in his chest, searing him inside as he watched his cousin mutter a curse between his teeth while futilely trying to save his shirt.
You looked at him slightly stunned. Hyuk Jae, beside you, huffed as he rubbed his wet arm with an annoyed grimace, but when your eyes met your boyfriend’s, you understood everything. Despite his apparent apologetic tone, you could see by the subtle way he raised an eyebrow and the darkly possessive gleam in his gaze that he didn’t feel sorry at all.
“How careless of me, darling. Forgive me,” he added, holding your gaze.
The commotion at the table started instantly. Relatives hurried to offer napkins to contain the spreading stain, but you had already stood up, feeling the cold wine soak through the fabric against your thighs and your mind in absolute chaos from Sunghoon’s unprecedented reaction.
“Don’t worry, really, I’m fine,” you said hurriedly, needing to get out of there urgently to process what had just happened. “I’ll go to the restroom.”
Without wasting a second, you quickly left, fleeing the dinner down the restaurant hallway. Once inside the bathroom, you leaned against the sink with your chest heaving and turned on the faucet. You immediately wet a paper towel and lathered it with soap to rub the stain, but your hands were shaking so much with anger that you could barely coordinate the movement.
That was when the main bathroom door opened.
You jumped and lifted your gaze to the mirror. Through the reflection, you saw Sunghoon’s silhouette slip inside. Without taking his eyes off you, he reached back, grabbed the handle, and turned the lock. Faced with his brazen presence, the anger you had been holding back finally overflowed.
“No, go away. Look, it’s crystal clear that you can’t stand me anymore. You could have told me in the car before making me go through this embarrassment in front of your family,” you snapped, desperately rubbing the dress while watching him advance through the mirror instead of stepping back. “Go away!”
“Go away?” Sunghoon repeated in a rough whisper, completely ignoring your words.
Far from retreating, he advanced until there was no trace of distance left between you. His imposing frame, charged with a burning aura, completely cornered you against the sink.
Your words of reproach died in your throat the moment his hands settled on your hips with a firm, almost possessive grip. The contrast of his hot fingers pressing through the damp fabric of your dress made you release a broken gasp as you felt his chest press against your back. Immediately after, his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, sliding up to tangle subtly in your hair; he applied minimal but firm pressure, forcing you to tilt your head back to expose your throat and making you hold his gaze.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me again to go away,” he challenged, his warm breath hitting your exposed skin. “Tell me you’d rather I go back to that table and we return to the exact seats we were in. Away from each other.”
“It was your fault,” you whispered, your voice breaking from the sudden wave of desire that coursed through your body at his closeness. “You ignored me the entire damn ride. We got here and you acted like I was a stranger. But of course, the moment your cousin sits next to me, you decide it’s a great idea to throw a glass at us. Since when are you such an idiot? I thought you were a sensible man.”
“And it was the worst mistake of my life,” he admitted, the dark gleam in his pupils revealing he had completely lost his sanity. “I’m not an impulsive man, you know that. I planned to come to you after talking to Grandfather; I wanted to tell him how wonderful you are and why I want you by my side, so he would forget that small delay in case he wasn’t fully convinced by the excuse. I know how cruel he can be, and I didn’t want to give him the chance.”
He paused for a second, his jaw tightening as he relived the scene.
“But when I saw that idiot Hyuk Jae sit next to you… and noticed you smiling at him, my mind simply shut off. To hell with the dinner, the composure, and my family,” he murmured, leaning his face down until his mouth brushed yours, sending shivers throughout your body. “I only knew I needed to get you out of there immediately. I needed to have you like this. Just for me. And today I discovered something new in myself… that I can completely lose control when it comes to you.”
“What an idiot, Park Sunghoon,” you whispered, subtly licking your lips as you felt his breath collide with yours.
That little taunt ignited him completely. Sunghoon leaned over you with a roughness that stole your breath, cornering you so much that you could feel with shameless clarity the growing hardness of his desire pressing right against your ass.
“I’m sorry, beautiful. Really… I handled this terribly,” he admitted in a broken voice, keeping his eyes fixed on your mouth, completely hypnotized. “I didn’t want to hurt you or ruin your night…”
“Shhh…” You placed a finger over his lips, tracing them slowly before tangling your fingers in his hair. “Stop talking and kiss me already.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, Sunghoon captured your lips in a hungry kiss. As their mouths fit together with feverish desperation, their tongues tangled in a chaotic, suffocating rhythm. At the same time, his hands left your hips to slide shamelessly along your thighs, lifting the hem of your wet dress. The warmth of his palm against your bare skin drew a muffled moan from you that Sunghoon devoured. However, just when the friction of their bodies was becoming unbearably good and threatened to make you give in right there, the dangerous reality of the surroundings hit you suddenly.
With a superhuman effort, you pulled your lips slightly away from his, pressing your trembling hands against his firm chest to stop his advance.
“No, Sunghoon, wait…” you gasped, your heart pounding hard against your chest. “What if someone comes? Your family is just a few meters away… they might hear us.”
“Forget about them,” he said as he left a trail of kisses along your neck. “I have no intention of stopping. I already broke my own rules tonight for you, so sending the rest to hell won’t cost me anything. Don’t think about anyone else, love. Just focus on me… because we’re not leaving here until I’ve taken care of erasing every trace of resentment between us.”
You braced your hands on the ceramic, seeking support as you anticipated what was coming. With an urgency you had never seen in him, Sunghoon sought the hem of your dress; his hands climbed unhesitatingly up your thighs, dragging the fabric upward until it was bunched at your waist. Right after, his hands pressed on the inside of your thighs, forcing your legs apart to claim the space between them.
You barely had time to process the position when he hooked your underwear with impatient fingers, yanking it down to your ankles. The enclosed space of the bathroom immediately amplified the metallic clink of his belt and the hiss of his zipper, instantly accelerating your pulse. Then his hand sought the space between your thighs, and his long, skilled fingers made their way without detour, brushing your intimacy to check how wet you were. At the contact with your wetness, Sunghoon released a low, hoarse growl of approval directly into your ear.
“Look at you… You’re dripping,” he murmured in a broken voice. “So responsive, I love it.”
You gripped the edge of the sink tightly when you felt the thick, hot head of his cock brush against your entrance. Sunghoon didn’t enter right away. Instead, he began rubbing himself slowly against you, sliding his length between your soaked folds, pressing his cock against your clit with every upward movement.
“Ah…” you moaned, letting your head fall forward, hiding your face between your crossed arms on the sink. You bit your own wrist in a desperate attempt to muffle the sounds you wanted to release.
“That’s it,” he whispered, delighting in the tremor of your body. “Try to hold them back if you want, beautiful, but let me hear you a little. Your moans belong to me.”
He continued tormenting you with slow, provocative strokes, brushing exactly where the emptiness burned most, without penetrating you. Every time his member pressed against your entrance and then rose to rub your most sensitive spot, your legs weakened.
“Sunghoon… I’m ready… you know it,” you pleaded in a choked voice, pushing your hips back desperately.
“Yes, I know,” he affirmed, leaning over your back to gently bite the base of your shoulder. “But I love taking you to the edge… the more I draw it out, the more intense your release will be. I want you to come so hard that every inch of your body trembles.”
“You’re going to make me come just like this, please… Just get inside already,” you demanded, your lower belly already aching from the anticipation and sparks dangerously building in your core.
That was exactly his intention. The very millisecond your body tensed, on the verge of a purely external climax, Sunghoon aligned his cock and, with a single thrust, filled you completely.
A muffled cry escaped your throat before you could contain it. You buried your head again between your arms, biting your forearm hard while he, without giving you a break, began moving with an unrelenting rhythm.
“Beautiful, you squeeze me so fucking well,” Sunghoon growled, gripping your hips with such force that his fingers must have left marks on your skin as he thrust in and out of you with deep, steady strokes.
The wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the bathroom. Every time he sank to the hilt, you felt completely filled. Your head stayed low, hidden between your arms, trying to muffle the moans he drew from you with every thrust.
One of his hands slid forward, seeking your clit while he continued fucking you from behind at a rhythm that made you lose your mind.
“Don’t hide too much,” he whispered against your ear, accelerating the movement of his hips. “I want to see your face when you come.”
You felt his breath burning your nape, accompanied by those low, guttural growls he released every time your inner walls clenched around him.
“That’s it… Squeeze me tighter,” he demanded in a hoarse plea, biting your earlobe. “I want to feel you suck me in.”
It was impossible for you to form a single word; you could only pant against your own arm, your vision blurred and glassy with pleasure. The angle was perversely perfect; every thrust brushed that ideal spot inside you, sending electric shocks that made your legs tremble.
Suddenly, Sunghoon gripped your hip bone firmly, slightly altering the angle, and began thrusting faster, harder. The wet smack of skin against skin was impossible to disguise now.
“Oh… Sunghoon…” you managed to whimper in a broken voice.
“Never again,” he murmured against your skin, crowning the friction with devouring desperation. “I’m not going to leave you alone again. Not when I’m angry, not when I think I’m doing the right thing. You’re mine.”
Right at that breaking point, your body tensed violently. The orgasm hit you like a brutal, suffocating wave, making your knees buckle. You buried your face again between your arms, biting the flesh of your forearm to contain the long, sharp cry that escaped your throat. Your insides contracted in wild spasms around his cock, milking him mercilessly as the climax coursed through you in intense waves.
Far from stopping, Sunghoon continued penetrating you throughout your release, prolonging the agony of pleasure until you felt like you were going to pass out. Only when your spasms began to subside did he slow his rhythm, staying buried inside you.
“Good girl…” he murmured with a mix of pride and adoration, leaving a wet kiss on your sweaty cheek. “But I’m not done with you yet, love.”
With ease, he took you by the waist to turn you around, lifting you to sit on the edge of the sink. Before you could catch your breath, Sunghoon sank into you again, now face to face. This time, his dark eyes locked onto yours, refusing to break contact.
“I want to see your face while I fuck you again,” he declared, spreading your thighs wide with his large hands to resume the movement—now deep, slow, and torturous. “I can’t stand you hiding from me.”
Your hands sought his hair, pulling at the dark strands while his hips collided with yours again and again. The space filled with your broken sobs and his heavy breaths.
“You’ll be mine even if my whole family opposes it,” he said against your lips, without stopping thrusting.
“I’m yours…” you gasped, feeling the constant friction of his body awaken a second, inevitable wave of heat in your belly. “Only yours, Hoon…”
Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction and kissed you fiercely, swallowing your moans as he accelerated the pace, determined to make you lose your mind once more. Now it was pure instinct, guided by the way your thighs clung to his waist and how your nails dug into his shoulders, seeking an anchor.
“Hoon… I’m going to…” your voice broke into a thin thread, your belly aching from the excessive buildup of pleasure.
“Do it, look at me and do it,” he ordered in a whisper, gripping your hips with such force that his fingers must have been imprinted on your skin.
The relentless plea in his eyes was the final push. Your insides contracted in spasms for the third time, a prolonged climax that made you throw your head back against the mirror. Just as your walls imprisoned him in the midst of your release, Sunghoon let out a deep groan and sank to the hilt one last time. His body tensed completely as he came inside you, filling you with pulses that finally dispelled any trace of the tension that had distanced you.
Exhausted, Sunghoon dropped his forehead against your shoulder. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of your skin while his hands descended to caress your sides with tenderness. He remained buried inside you, anchoring you to him. For a long moment, the only sound in the bathroom was their agitated breaths intertwining along with the wild echo of their hearts; neither made the slightest attempt to move.
When he finally lifted his head to look at you, the possessive darkness that had dominated his eyes had completely vanished. In its place shone relief, remorse, and immense affection. He kissed you slowly, with absolute reverence, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your lips, his voice still hoarse. “For the silence in the car. For leaving you alone at that table. For the glass… for everything. I’ll buy you a new dress—no, all the ones you want.”
You rested your forehead against his, still trying to regulate your breathing.
“It was my fault too,” you admitted softly, searching his eyes. “I should have kept my word; we would have saved ourselves all the trouble.”
Sunghoon shook his head gently and placed a protective kiss on your forehead.
“Never again,” he promised, his voice laden with unbreakable firmness. “The next time things get this tense, I’ll pull you out of wherever we are and we’ll talk first. Or we’ll do this. Whatever it takes, but I swear I won’t shut down again.”
With that promise marking a definitive truce, the transition back to reality was sweet. Sunghoon withdrew from inside you and, taking some paper, carefully cleaned the wetness between your legs with meticulous care. Then he helped you down from the sink, holding your waist when he noticed your legs threatening to give way from the trembling. While he tried to adjust the fabric of your dress—aware that the crimson stain was already a lost battle—he straightened his own clothes with the impeccable speed that characterized him. When he finished, he gave you a small, complicit smile.
“We’re going to have to come up with a masterful excuse to justify our absence,” he murmured, tucking a rebellious strand of your hair behind your ear and clasping one of your hands so they could walk together.
“Leave it to me,” you replied, shrugging with amusement. “I’m good at making up excuses for my delays.”
His hand was already on the door lock, but before turning it, the urgency to have you close overcame him again. Sunghoon pulled your wrist, taking you by surprise. You let out a small sigh when your body collided softly against his, but your instincts reacted quickly; as his lips captured yours in a kiss, your free hand immediately rose to his cheek, caressing the line of his jaw to deepen the contact.
“I love you,” he said as he pulled back barely a millimeter, looking at you with an intensity that stole your breath. “In a way that even overwhelms me.”
“And I love you,” you replied, squeezing his hand firmly. “Even if you’re sometimes a perfectionist fool.”
He let out a low laugh before first peeking into the hallway to make sure it was empty, and then you left.
The return to the dining room was a declaration of intent in itself. You walked hand in hand, with your dress clearly stained and a telltale blush tinting both their cheeks. Upon arriving, the family’s curious glances were immediate, but the aura surrounding them was so impenetrable that no one dared make a single comment or question.
Defying any protocol, Sunghoon sat directly beside you this time. He cared little about his grandfather’s raised eyebrow or Hyuk Jae’s grimace of discomfort. His hand didn’t let go of yours for the rest of the night.
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You were in the elevator on the way up to your apartment. Jake carried your dress and the little tuxedo your son would wear tomorrow at his older brother’s wedding. The kids were growing at an alarming rate, which was exactly why you’d had to rush to the seamstress to let out a few seams—both on the sleeves of your three-year-old’s suit and on the sides of your own dress, hoping the fabric would give enough not to press against your rounded belly.
For you, however, seeing how the original design—which was already one of the largest sizes in the store—still hadn’t been enough to close without alterations had become a bitter thought you couldn’t stop turning over in your mind.
“You know, champ, how exactly are you going to throw the flower petals tomorrow at your uncle’s wedding?” Jake asked Jaebum, who immediately began demonstrating with disastrous enthusiasm, swinging his arms as if he were hurling stones into a river.
“Oh, wow… we’ve got a problem here. No, son, remember how I showed you a few minutes ago,” Jake said, trying to keep a straight face that was undermined by the smile threatening to break through.
He glanced sideways at you, hoping to share the moment, but found you staring fixedly at your reflection in the mirror, lost in some distant point. Without a word, he slipped his free hand into yours, intertwining your fingers in a tender squeeze, as if trying to bring you back down to earth.
You forced a smile right away and nodded, trying to hide that your mind was drifting far away. Jake raised an eyebrow subtly; he knew every one of your expressions perfectly, and a spark of suspicion settled in his chest. Still, the elevator gave a soft beep announcing your floor. As soon as the doors opened, the boy shot out into the hallway straight toward the apartment door.
“Are you sure you didn’t give him any candy?” you asked, noticing your son’s hyperactivity as you hurried after him.
“I swear, baby. I have no idea where he gets all that energy from. I thought the trampoline at the restaurant would wear him out for bed,” Jake assured you sincerely, conveniently overlooking that the “fruit juice” he’d bought Jaebum had been sweetened with syrup. It was easy to forget that sugar hid in the most unexpected places.
Once inside the apartment, little Jaebum kicked off his shoes at the entrance and raced straight to the living room. You sighed softly and stretched out your arms to take the garments Jake was carrying.
“Let me handle these. I’ll hang them in the closet so they don’t wrinkle,” you said. You took the fabrics in your hands, feeling the touch of the dress that now seemed like a reminder of your insecurities. Before taking a single step, you looked Jake in the eyes and decided to release what you’d been holding back. “Jake… tomorrow at the wedding entrance, could you be the one to walk with Jaebum and the flowers? I’d rather you guide him from the start.”
Jake blinked, stopping in his tracks as he shrugged off his jacket.
“Is something wrong? Are you feeling bad? Is our baby…?” Concern instantly darkened his gaze as he instinctively stepped toward you.
“No, no, we’re fine,” you reassured him quickly, brushing his cheek with your fingertips to dispel the fear in his eyes. “It’s just… a favor. Can you do it?”
He nodded, visibly disoriented by the change of plans and the shadow of sadness surrounding you, but always ready to please you.
“Thank you, really. I’m going to the bedroom for a moment to see what the cat wants—she’s been meowing nonstop since we walked in,” you lied, using the pet as the perfect excuse to get a moment alone. “Can you take care of Jaebum?”
“Of course, go ahead. I’ll handle putting our little earthquake to sleep,” he murmured, catching your hand just before you pulled it away from his face to press a deep kiss into your palm.
As you walked away, Jake remained at the entrance, watching you head toward the master bedroom. He knew perfectly well that you needed the space and wasn’t going to deny it; still, he couldn’t help following every step, noticing your slower gait due to your advanced pregnancy. It was then, suddenly, that he found himself completely mesmerized by your silhouette—so much so that he had to shake his head and blink a couple of times in a rather futile attempt to look away from the exquisite voluptuousness of your hips.
Because you, pregnant, possessed a kind of natural aphrodisiac that drove his mind wild. It was incredibly hard for him to keep his composure around you; the sweet, urgent desire to squeeze the new softness of your curves and cover you in kisses followed him at all hours. That was exactly why he couldn’t wait to finish his fatherly duties and run to find you in the bedroom, desperately needing a private moment alone with you.
“Champ, I have a very important mission,” he told the little boy who was running circles around his legs. He scooped him up. “You’re going to cooperate, right?”
The toddler shook his head vigorously, letting out a mischievous giggle as he squirmed and slipped free, dashing straight to his room. That was just the beginning. After a few minutes, Jake realized that if he couldn’t beat the enemy, the best thing was to join him. And so both of them ended up jumping on the bed, with the sole goal of burning off every last drop of that energy. Just as the room was filled with shared laughter and bouncing, they both heard your footsteps approaching down the hallway.
“To your position!” Jake ordered in a military whisper.
Since it wasn’t the first time and they had already mastered this usual escape strategy, the boy dropped onto his back on the mattress by reflex while Jake imitated the maneuver beside him, landing with a silent grunt. In a flash, little Jaebum squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to be in a deep sleep, remaining perfectly still just as you walked past the cracked door.
However, as soon as the echo of your footsteps faded down the hallway toward the kitchen, Jaebum’s eyes flew open. In that same instant, the boy took momentum to jump up and resume bouncing, but Jake was much faster.
Before the little one could move, Jake trapped him firmly in his arms, pulling him against his chest in a tender but unbreakable bear hug.
“Oh no, young man. No one escapes this hug,” Jake murmured in his ear with a laugh, gently immobilizing him while Jaebum kicked playfully, eventually surrendering to his dad’s embrace. “Now it’s really time to sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day and you have a super mission to complete.”
“I don’t want to. You sleep,” the little boy grumbled, weakly trying to push his father’s cheeks with his small hands.
“Son, please, do this for Daddy…” Jake pleaded in a whiny tone. “Look, Mommy is alone in the room and Daddy needs to go take care of her. If you fall asleep now, you’ll be our superhero. Okay? Please, champ…”
Jaebum stared at him intently, weighing his father’s words as real tiredness finally began to win. After a yawn, the boy stretched out an arm and gave his dad a couple of clumsy pats on the shoulder in a sweet attempt at comfort.
“Yeah, but do this and tell me a story, please” the little one requested, stroking his father’s hair to indicate he wanna head scratches, before snuggling his head right under Jake’s chin.
“Of course, my boy,” Jake whispered, his heart melting with tenderness.
And so he began running his fingertips through the soft strands of hair with infinite delicacy while creating a story about ninjas. After a couple of minutes, Jaebum’s eyelids finally gave in. His breathing became deep and steady as he fell sound asleep.
Noticing it, Jake smiled, gazing for a brief second at his little boy’s face to make sure he was truly in Morpheus’s arms. Only then did he place a tender kiss on his forehead and, with the caution of an expert, slipped out of the bed inch by inch. He tucked the blanket up to the boy’s shoulders and quietly left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Once outside, he let out a long sigh of relief. With his fatherly mission finally complete and that urgent need to see you pulsing strongly in his veins, he headed straight for the master bedroom, anxious to know how you were and to simply delight in the wonderful sight of having you in front of his eyes.
He opened the door quietly, slipped inside, and locked it, securing your privacy. When he turned around, he found you sitting at the vanity, already wearing your nightgown and wiping your face with a cotton pad.
Watching the scene, a smile settled on his lips. Jake approached from behind and, seeking your closeness, settled on the edge of the bench, sharing the space with you. He rested one arm on the wooden surface and placed his chin on your shoulder with total naturalness, planting a tender, audible kiss on your cheek.
“I wanted to give you space, but I really don’t like seeing you like this,” he admitted softly. “You’ve been really quiet since we left the seamstress’s shop. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.
At his pause, you turned your face toward him, meeting his attentive gaze, which studied every detail of your features with meticulous affection. However, so much attention and sweetness made you lower your eyes, forcing you to look forward again, fixing them once more on the mirror.
“It’s silly, Ikeu,” you cut him off in a whisper, trying to downplay it.
“It’s not silly to me if it’s got you like this,” he replied immediately, refusing to let it go. “Come on, not seeing a smile on that beautiful face is hurting me right here, too much.”
To emphasize it, he pointed dramatically at the center of his chest, then replaced his chin with his forehead, hiding it briefly against your shoulder before lifting his gaze to find you again.
Through the mirror, you saw how his eyes shone with that adoration you struggled so much to accept on days like this. Taking advantage of having his forehead resting on your shoulder, Jake tilted his head slightly, brushing his nose against your neck to inhale the fresh, sweet scent of your recently washed hair, letting out a purr of pure satisfaction.
“You’re not getting away that easily, my love,” he murmured against your skin, sending a subtle shiver through you. “I know every one of your silences, and this one isn’t a good one.”
With deliberate slowness, he straightened his torso enough to rest his chin on your shoulder again, with no intention of breaking the physical contact. Looking at you once more through the reflection, a silly, involuntary smile settled on his lips; he was completely enchanted by your cute cheeks, which looked a little rounder and rosier. They gave you such a damn beautiful, angelic appearance that he couldn’t help reaching out with his free hand to trace your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, offering a comforting caress.
However, you eventually set the cotton pad down on the vanity, feeling the knot in your throat grow heavier under the affection of his pampering. Your eyes inevitably drifted to your own silhouette, lowering to where the fabric of the nightgown fell over your rounded belly. The hormones were doing their thing, pushing you to the edge of tears in an emotional rollercoaster you could no longer stop.
“It’s just… it is silly, love,” you finally let out, your voice cracking with a thread of frustration you couldn’t contain. “The dress… the seamstress had to undo the entire design so I could fit into it,” you confessed in a small voice, feeling completely vulnerable. “With Jaebum you could barely tell, but now… I feel like I’ve gained triple the weight. I’m huge, my arms are thicker, my hips… I don’t recognize myself in the mirror, Jake. I’m a block. I feel like everyone tomorrow is going to look at me and think how careless I look. I don’t want to ruin your brother’s photos. I don’t feel pretty.”
Jake listened to every word without interrupting you once, but as you spoke, the tender smile on his face faded completely.
“Listen to me carefully,” Jake said, using a firm but incredibly sweet tone as he gently turned your face toward him so you’d look at him directly. “Don’t ever say you look careless again. Do you have any idea what I really see when I look at you? My love, if you could only see yourself through my eyes…”
You stayed silent, your lower lip trembling slightly as you tried to hold back the tears. “Jake, I’m serious…”
“I’m very serious too,” he continued, cradling your face. “I see the most beautiful and extraordinary woman on the planet. It drives me crazy how you look right now; I love that your cheeks are like this because it makes me want to cover you in kisses all day. And your curves…” He caressed your cheek with his thumb, closing the distance until your breaths mingled. “I feel like life is giving me more of you to hold, to protect, and to love. You’re beautiful, my love. You’re blooming because you’re carrying our daughter inside you; your body isn’t ruined, it’s doing the most beautiful job in the world by making space for her. That’s why you’re perfect just as you are right now. I admire you deeply, and I fall in love with every little change.”
Jake leaned in to finally give you that kiss. It started with an exasperatingly soft brush of his lips, a reverent caress that in a sigh turned into something much deeper; he tilted his head tenderly and you felt the warmth of his tongue seeking yours in a slow, infinite dance of devotion.
At the same time, the heat of his hand slipped under your nightgown. He first stroked the roundness of your belly with protective affection before moving up your sides, molding his fingers to the curve of your waist with a firm, needy pressure that pulled you against him, seeking to comfort you and melt into you, drawing a soft gasp from you that he caught against his mouth.
“Tomorrow you’re going to walk into that church on the arm of Jaebum and mine,” he declared against your lips, brushing them with every word. “I’m going to make sure everyone sees the immense pride I feel for the wonderful woman walking by my side. But tonight… tonight I want to remind you of that myself, right here.”
Your insecurities finally faded in the face of the absolute certainty in his words. You leaned into him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you nodded, surrendering completely to the shelter of his arms.
He pulled back just a few millimeters from your lips, keeping his eyes fixed on yours with a gaze so full of deep reverence it took your breath away. With extremely careful movements, he stood up, taking your hands to guide you toward the bed. Every step was slow, respecting your pace.
When you reached the edge of the bed, he helped you lie down, arranging a pillow behind your back and another behind your head so you’d be completely comfortable without any uncomfortable pressure. He stepped away for only a moment to remove his shirt, revealing the firm torso you loved so much. His eyes never left you as he shed the rest of his clothes. Then he returned to you, kneeling between your spread legs.
“Let me worship you,” he said as his fingers slid under the hem of your nightgown and slowly lifted it, first revealing your thighs. “All of you, my love. Every inch that has changed… drives me crazy.”
His palms moved upward slowly, lovingly kneading the softest flesh of your thighs, squeezing gently. He continued toward your hips, now wider and more generous, gripping them firmly as if he wanted to memorize them that way.
“These hips…” he growled softly, leaning down to kiss them. “They’ve become so wide and tempting. Perfect for carrying our daughter. Perfect for me to hold onto while I make love to you.”
Then he slid the nightgown up even further, revealing your rounded belly. His eyes shone with a mix of desire and pure adoration.
“Just… look at you,” he murmured, leaning in to rain kisses all over its surface. “You’re so beautiful.”
He moved up your body, kissing every new curve with adoration: the now wider sides of your waist, the softness of your heavier and more sensitive breasts, and the delicate line of your collarbone. He stayed lying beside you the entire time, being extremely careful not to put the slightest pressure on your belly. When he reached your mouth, he kissed you deeply while one of his hands slid between your legs, caressing you with expert and patient fingers. He started by playing over the thin fabric of your panties, tracing your intimacy through them.
“Jake…” you moaned softly, unconsciously arching toward him in search of more.
Then he pushed the fabric completely aside and ran his fingers between your folds with such precision that he drew a choked gasp from you. Jake smiled against your mouth, absorbing the delicious sound while his index finger began stroking your clit, preparing you unhurriedly. The sensitivity of your body was heightened because of the pregnancy, and every caress of his felt tripled, coursing through you until it made you lose all sense.
“Tonight I just want you to feel how much I love you like this… exactly like this,” he responded in a husky voice full of infinite tenderness.
“I love what you do to me, Jake,” you confessed in a murmur.
Your words went far beyond physical pleasure; you loved how his hands tore down your insecurities one by one, forcing you to reconcile with yourself. While he continued caressing your pussy with that mastery of his, he let out a low, sweet chuckle.
“It’s because of your pregnancy that you feel everything a little more intensely, my love,” he murmured affectionately.
“But it feels good… so good,” you insisted, biting your lip as you turned your head to seek his lips again. “I love how you make me feel.”
You said it while looking him in the eyes, letting the subtext float between you. That tonight you once again felt like the most beautiful, desired, and confident woman in the universe.
“I also love how you make me feel. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world,” he whispered, leaving one last kiss before moving to position himself between your legs.
He knelt again, removing your panties completely, and kept his torso upright. From that position, your belly was fully exposed, free of any weight. His hands moved down to your hips, gripping them firmly to lift them just a little and align you with him.
Without breaking eye contact, Jake pressed against your intimacy and, with a contained sigh, began sliding inside you. From his position, seeing how he filled you completely was an overwhelmingly intimate sight.
A tremulous moan escaped your throat as soon as he settled fully inside you. You clutched the sheets, arching your back slightly while he held his breath for a second, admiring from above how your body molded to his.
“There’s nothing in this world that drives me crazier than seeing you like this…” he told you, his voice broken with the effort of holding back, while he felt your center tightening around him, giving you time to adjust. “So sensual, so mine.”
Then he began to move. The rhythm was deep, rhythmic, and filled with great delicacy. Kneeling and leaning slightly back, Jake controlled the angle and every inch of the motion with incredible skill, using his hands on your hips to guide the pace and make each thrust hit exactly the right spot. At the same time, his right hand left your side and moved to your intimacy; with the pad of his thumb, he began stimulating your clit right where your bodies joined.
The double stimulation was overwhelming. With your body so sensitive, the combination of his deep penetration and the expert brush of his fingers made you lose all sense of everything. Your moans began to spill out uncontrollably; you had to cover your mouth with your hand so as not to wake your little one, while you watched Jake’s chest rise and fall rapidly, his eyes darkened and the veins standing out on his arms. You weren’t going to last long, and indeed you didn’t. It was a perfect sum that took you straight to the peak of your desire, and you came arching and digging your nails into the arm holding your hip.
He hissed when your nails sank into his skin, and the intensity of your climax seemed to pull him straight into his own. Feeling the spasms of your walls squeezing him with tremendous force, Jake tensed every muscle in his body; but far from stopping, he quickened the rhythm a little more, while his thumb continued pressing your clit in wet, steady circles. That change forced your orgasm to stretch, suspending you in a high note of pleasure that made you tremble from head to toe, tears welling in your eyes.
“That’s it… Give it all to me, all of it, love…” he pleaded in a broken whisper, completely losing his breath.
His entire body tensed over your legs, trembling as he spilled inside you. He stayed upright, his arms rigid at your sides to support his own weight, protecting the roundness of your belly with a sacred instinct. With ragged breaths colliding between you, he lowered his gaze to rest his forehead against yours, worshiping you in a silence filled with love.
“Tell me how you’re not going to be the most beautiful woman in the universe when you have this man surrendering to you every night… well, what am I saying—every day, every blessed hour of the day,” he whispered breathlessly, letting out a low chuckle that vibrated against your lips before brushing his nose against yours. “I love you with everything I am.”
A small smile, free of any trace of bitterness, appeared on your lips. You savored the warmth of his skin, returning the affection by playfully and tenderly rubbing your nose against his.
“Thank you for inviting me to see myself through your eyes, Jake. After today, I promise I won’t feel bad about my changes anymore; I’m going to love them as much as you do, because you reminded me that every one of them is part of this journey that’s so ours… of this second baby on the way,” you answered with a heart overflowing with gratitude. “I love you with my whole being too, Ikeu.”
Hi beauties ~
If the toddler’s name sounds familiar, it’s because this connected with "Little Partners in Crime" in some way. In my mind, both stories share the same family universe; it’s just that here, little So-Yun in the tummy, hahaha.
Reminder that I have requests open, so feel free to share your ideas about 02z's Line members with me. (Please send me some fluff! Hahaha) 💕
heyyy, i have a random thought again and it's gonna be wild.
what about reader is a writer & jay is her bf. one night, she is working on a new chapter of her series. but suddenly she doesn't have any idea on what to write (especially it's a smut chapter 👀). so, she asks for jay to help her. she also asks him if they can try something new in order to make her story spicier~~
࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑃𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠: 𝑃. 𝐽𝑆
𖹭.ᐟBf! Jongseong x Gf/Writer! Reader: established relationship, dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, guided pleasure, mirror sex, workship, P in V, extremely attentive boyfriend, initial context, MDNI.
Who wouldn't want a Jay to help u get over writer's block? 😭 I absolutely loved this idea girl! Thank you so much for the request! 🩷
You were completely blank. You had lost count of how many times you had written about how a "first time" was supposed to go, and the classic formula already felt so bland that the words wouldn’t even try to flow. You refused to fall into the same trap; your new characters had a completely different essence. That’s why you wanted their first encounter to be different. But how? You didn’t have a fucking clue.
The worst part of creative block was that the clock kept moving mercilessly. The final draft had to be in your editor’s inbox by noon the next day. Even though you technically still had several hours, simply seeing the completely empty screen at one in the morning was eating away at your nerves. God!
You covered your face with your palms and let out a muffled scream of frustration. You dramatically sprawled across the desk, burying your forehead against the wood while pretending to cry out of pure desperation. Your lament quickly alerted your boyfriend, who walked into the room with a furrowed brow.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” he asked.
When you looked up, you saw him standing in the doorway, looking adorably sleepy with the TV remote still in his hand. Jay had insisted on staying “awake” in the living room to keep you company until you finished for the day, but the truth was you couldn’t just abandon the laptop when not even the first line of the scene was ready.
“I’m still stuck on the same paragraph, Jongseong-nie” you replied in a whine, on the verge of collapse.
He let out a slow sigh, pressing his lips together with that infinite understanding he always offered you. It was the same Jongseong who had spoiled you all night—the one who had made a delicious dinner to see if food would spark your creativity, and who had come over just a couple of minutes ago to leave you a hot tea and a snack.
He leaned a little more against the doorframe, looking at you with such genuine affection that noticing his concern almost made you feel guilty.
“Shall we go to sleep?” he suggested softly. “You definitely need some rest. You can wake up early tomorrow and, with a fresh mind, I’m sure you’ll finish it before noon.”
You shook your head immediately, sinking deeper into your chair.
“A massage then?” he insisted, taking a slow step toward you. “Do you want me to bring my guitar and play some melodies to help you relax? Or should we watch an episode of that series we have pending?”
That last idea finally tempted you; granting yourself a brief half-hour truce seemed like the perfect plan to unblock your mind. That’s how you ended up in the bedroom with the lights off and the screen on. You settled between his arms, tangling your legs with his while resting your head on his chest. Jongseong kept a slow, addictive rhythm with his fingers in your hair, and you mirrored the gesture by tracing circles on his torso. Everything was perfect, idyllic, and peaceful.
Except you weren’t paying the slightest attention to the television.
Your fixed eyes followed the movement of your own fingers, trapped in a loop identical to your thoughts. The series was just background noise. Your mind remained stranded in the same place, spinning around that damn blank pages. How were you supposed to write that scene?
“Enough of this. If you keep going like that, you’re going to drill a hole through my chest with your finger. I’m all ears,” Jongseong interrupted, catching your restless hand with his and laughing.
He then pressed the button on the remote, turning off the TV. Suddenly, the room was plunged into near-total darkness, broken only by the faint light filtering in from the street, making the atmosphere instantly more intimate.
Admittedly, having to confess the exact dilemma to your boyfriend was a little embarrassing. You felt your cheeks warm just thinking about it. However, it wasn’t as if he lived in a bubble; Jongseong knew perfectly well what kind of novels you wrote and was more than familiar with the explicit themes you occasionally tackled in your stories.
You let out a small nervous laugh, intertwining your fingers with his to prolong the suspense. You settled a little more against his chest, searching for the courage to speak in the darkness that now enveloped everything.
“It’s just… it’s the new chapter,” you began to explain, dragging out the words as you felt the heat rising up your neck. “I’m stuck on the central scene. It’s an explicit chapter.”
You felt the vibration in his chest; he was chuckling softly, amused by the shyness that, despite all the time you had been together, still made you hesitate to admit these things out loud. His free hand began to trace your back lazily.
“Let’s see, my literary porn illustrator,” he teased in that husky midnight voice that always managed to weaken your legs. “What exactly is the problem with that chapter? I knew you were an expert at melting your readers’ brains.”
“This time it’s different,” you sighed, hiding your nose in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. “My previous protagonists always followed the same old formula; they were experienced and hormonal. But this time I want it to be different. The male protagonist is a mature man, very attentive, a gentleman in every sense of the word. And she is completely innocent, she has never experienced anything… The problem is I don’t know how to make them interact without falling into the cliché of going straight to bed,” you admitted, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I want something with more tension, but that’s the real dilemma… I don’t know what to do.”
In the dimness, silence stretched for a few seconds while he processed your words. You felt him settle better against the pillow, adjusting you along with him, while he resumed the caresses in your hair.
“If he’s a mature and attentive gentleman, then he would never pressure her,” Jongseong commented, and you knew from the seriousness in his tone that he was fully immersed in your dilemma. “On the contrary, he would want her to feel safe with herself first. If she’s scared or embarrassed, a man like that wouldn’t go straight for his own pleasure; he would want to give her a first lesson so she can learn to know her own body, at her own pace.”
You sat up a little, intrigued, resting your chin on his chest to try to decipher his features in the darkness. Simply hearing him speak like that—so immersed in your predicament and with that deep, slow, intimate midnight tone—sent a current running through you, making you press your legs together slightly under the covers.
“A lesson? How?” you breathed, but immediately shook your head, biting your lower lip. “No… don’t tell me. Could you… show me?”
“Show you?” he repeated in a murmur that brushed your lips, while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with such genuine devotion that it raised goosebumps on your skin. “That seems like an excellent way to move forward with your story; a block like this is only solved by putting it into practice. Come with me. Let’s recreate that dynamic so you can feel the exact perspective of your protagonist.”
Jongseong sat up and took your hand, gently guiding you toward the edge of the bed, making your knees drag across the warmth of the sheets. His body settled right at the edge and then, in a silent and enveloping movement, he pulled you so you sat on his lap, but with your back to him, while your bare feet brushed the softness of the rug. Once seated like that, the large full-length mirror beside the bed framed both of you completely in its reflection.
“This seems like an excellent resource for your inspiration, don’t you think?” he murmured, his warm breath brushing the back of your neck before his hands went to work.
One of his hands anchored at your waist to slowly lift the hem of your shirt, while the other slid your hoodie off, completely baring your shoulder. His mouth soon claimed that exposed skin, tracing a path of slow kisses from the base of your collarbone to the beginning of your neck. You let out a shaky gasp at the contact, instinctively seeking support by pressing your hand over his at your waist.
“She doesn’t know what to do with all that shyness, and he’s there to teach her that her body is a temple,” Jongseong whispered against your ear, catching your earlobe with a subtle and deliberate graze of his teeth. “Look at yourself… How well do you know yourself? Do you know what makes you lose your breath? Do you want me to help you discover it?”
He paused, letting each question linger in the air while his eyes, fixed on the reflection, devoured your reactions. Through the glass, he didn’t miss a single detail; he registered how your breathing grew heavier and the telling way your chest rose sharply.
“Those are things he could perfectly say to her,” he concluded, his voice vibrating close to your skin.
Unable to stand the distance of the reflection any longer, you turned your face toward him. Your gazes met and locked for a suspended second, the last barrier falling completely just before your lips finally found each other, melting into a kiss.
Jongseong deepened the kiss by holding the back of your neck, as if he had all the time in the world to savor you. His lips were firm and soft, with the faint sweet-tart taste of the red fruit tea he had made earlier. The hand still resting at your waist slid upward with deliberate slowness, tracing each curve of your ribs one by one, pressing just enough. Every touch raised goosebumps, leaving a trail of heat that ran down your spine.
When you finally parted, it was only a shared breath. His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling in the minimal space between you. In the dimness of the room, his dark eyes shone with that perfect mix of protective tenderness and carefully contained desire.
“Breathe, love,” he said against your lips. “There’s no rush. Just you, me, and the mirror. We’ll create that scene together.”
He turned you gently, settling you once more on his lap with your back against his firm, warm chest. The reflection in the large mirror captured you both completely: your already flushed face, your tousled hair falling over your shoulders, and him behind you, enveloping you in his arms as if you were something sacred and fragile. His hands slid down your thighs, caressing the exposed skin beneath the hem of your shorts with slow, broad movements that sent small sparks straight to your core. His fingers stopped at the inside of your thighs, tracing invisible lines that moved up and down without ever quite reaching where you were already starting to need it.
“First… take off your hoodie and shirt,” he whispered against your ear, his hot breath drawing a moan from you. “Very slowly. I want you to watch every inch of skin you reveal. As if your protagonist were standing in front of the mirror for the first time, discovering that her body can be desired and beautiful under someone else’s gaze. Under mine.”
Your fingers trembled visibly as you obeyed. First the hoodie, which slid down your arms with a soft whisper of fabric. Then the shirt. The brush of the fabric rising over your torso was almost unbearable; you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, how your nipples hardened from the contrast of the room’s cool air against your heated skin. The garment fell to the floor. Jongseong let out a low, husky growl of pure appreciation, a sound that vibrated directly against your back.
His hands then rose to cup your breasts from behind. He didn’t squeeze them immediately; he simply held them, feeling their weight, their softness, their warmth. His thumbs began to trace wide circles around your areolas, getting closer and closer to your nipples but not touching them yet. The anticipation was killing you.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered, his voice soft but firm. “Look at how your nipples harden just from this… Do you feel that deep pull in your stomach? That heat spreading downward, making you wetter and wetter?”
A broken moan escaped your throat when, finally, his thumbs brushed your erect nipples. He caressed them with agonizing slowness—circles, light strokes, soft pinches that he alternated with open-palmed caresses. Your back arched instinctively, seeking more contact, but his other hand held you firmly by the hip, keeping you still against his lap. You could feel his erection pressing insistently against your ass through the fabric, but Jongseong didn’t move to seek relief for himself. He only breathed with you.
“Now… slide your hand down,” he continued, his voice turning into a deep purr that reverberated in your chest. “Slowly. I want you to feel every millimeter of your skin. Touch yourself like you’ve never done in front of anyone.”
Your hand descended over your belly. Shame burned your cheeks, but the reverent way he watched you in the mirror—as if you were the most exquisite creation in the universe—gave you a strange courage. Your fingers reached the waistband of your shorts and began rubbing your clit over the fabric of your panties. The pleasure was intense, but something held you back.
Suddenly you stopped, breathing heavily. Your heart was pounding. Determined, you lifted yourself slightly on his lap and began sliding your shorts and panties down your hips and thighs until they fell to the floor, leaving you completely exposed. The cool air of the room kissed your wet, swollen skin, making you shiver.
Jongseong let out a sigh full of admiration. His hands paused for a moment on your breasts only to pull you tighter against his chest.
“That’s my girl…” he murmured against your ear, his voice hoarse and full of pride. “You’re so beautiful, a complete goddess. Seeing you discover yourself like this… is one of the most sensual things I’ve ever seen in my life.”
The praise washed over you like a warm wave, dissolving the shame a little more. You settled back onto him, now completely naked, your hot skin contrasting with the fabric still covering his pants.
“Continue,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder softly. “Now with nothing in between. Spread your legs wider… that’s it. Touch your clit directly. Just soft strokes at first. Feel how it throbs, how it swells under your fingers.”
The first direct contact drew a gasp from you. You were soaked, slippery, and extremely sensitive. Your fingers moved shyly at first, exploring slow circles around your swollen clit. Jongseong never looked away from the mirror; he registered every parting of your lips, every flutter of your eyelids, every irregularity in your breathing. His hands continued to sweetly torment your breasts, alternating between soft caresses and firmer pinches that he perfectly synchronized with your own movements.
“Imagine he says this to her: ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of. This pleasure is yours. Learn what you like… hard or soft… fast or slow. I’m only here to guide you,’” he murmured, and you gradually increased the pressure.
The heat built thick and sweet in your lower belly. Jongseong lowered one hand to your thigh, spreading you wider, while his mouth traveled across your shoulder and nape, sucking, licking, leaving small reddish marks that he then soothed with gentle strokes. Your body began moving instinctively against his lap, seeking friction, but he kept you controlled, his hips still despite how obviously aroused he was.
“Slide a finger in now,” he ordered, his voice rougher, almost broken by contained desire. “Slowly. Very slowly. Feel how tight and hot you are… how your walls hug you.”
You obeyed with a long, trembling moan. The sensation of penetrating yourself while he watched was overwhelming. Jongseong kissed your temple, your cheek, the corner of your lips, whispering constant praise—how beautiful you looked, how perfect your body’s response was.
“Look at yourself,” he insisted, gently holding your chin so you wouldn’t look away from the mirror. “Look at how your fingers glisten, how your chest rises and falls, how your thighs tremble. There’s nothing more important than your pleasure—never forget that your body deserves to be explored and adored.”
The orgasm built slowly. Your fingers moved faster, guided by his voice and caresses. Jongseong increased the pressure on your nipples at just the right moment, biting your earlobe. When you came, it was devastating—a pleasure that ran through you in deep, prolonged tremors. You cried out his name breathlessly, clenching hard around your finger, your entire body shaking uncontrollably while he held you tightly against him, kissing your neck and absorbing every spasm, every gasp.
Jongseong didn’t let you come down completely. While your body was still shuddering under the weight of the aftershocks, his hand moved down to cover yours, holding it firmly. He pressed your hypersensitive, hardened clit with the heat of his palm, prolonging the agony of pleasure with circular strokes.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his breath scorching your sweaty skin. “You can reach another one right now. Let yourself go once more.”
The movement of his hand, dictating an unrelenting rhythm over your own fingers, drew a sharp, helpless cry from you that echoed off the bedroom walls. Your body vibrated, exposed, sensitive, and more alive than ever under his guidance. In the midst of that sensory chaos, a much deeper and more urgent need broke through.
“Jongseong…” you gasped, your voice broken and pleading, not daring to look away from the mirror. “Please… make love to me. I don’t want just this anymore. I need you inside me. Now.”
He let out a low, rough growl against your nape—a primitive sound that betrayed the end of his own restraint.
“Then use me, my love,” he gave you the green light, setting the rules with a thick whisper. “Take me however you please. I’m yours tonight. Guide me inside you… at your pace.”
With your legs still trembling from the previous orgasm, you lifted yourself slightly on his lap, gaining height. Your right hand descended into the narrow space between you, fumbling for the fly of his pants. Jongseong reacted immediately; with a quick, coordinated movement, he pushed the fabric down, freeing his hips and removing any obstacle between you. That was when your fingers made direct contact with his hard length. He hissed through his teeth when you stroked him, but forced himself to stay still. He only held you firmly by the hips, watching every one of your movements in the mirror with a burning intensity that scorched your skin.
You guided his swollen tip to your soaked entrance. You sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling how he opened you, how he filled you completely in that position. A long, trembling moan escaped your throat when you finally had him buried to the hilt. The sensation was different like this—deeper, more intense. You could see everything in the mirror: your naked body seated on him, his large hands gripping your hips, his face tense with pleasure behind your shoulder.
“Take me however you need, beautiful.”
You began to move up and down with slow movements at first, feeling every vein, every pulse inside you. Your hands rested on his thighs for balance as you rose and fell on his lap. Every time you came down hard, a wet, obscene sound filled the room, mixing with your moans and Jongseong’s husky growls.
The mirror captured everything mercilessly: the way your breasts bounced with each drop, how your head fell back against his shoulder, the expression of absolute pleasure on your face. Jongseong raised one hand to cup one of your breasts, pinching the nipple, while the other moved down to your swollen clit and rubbed it in firm circles, syncing with the rhythm of your hips.
“Just like that…” he whispered against your neck, gently biting the skin. “You’re a work of art, love.”
You picked up the pace, coming down harder, faster. Your thighs burned from the effort, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. Every thrust filled you completely, brushing that spot inside you that made you see stars. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, while Jongseong held you, pushing up slightly to meet you with every descent.
“Fuck yes, use me however you want…” he begged, his voice broken, forehead pressed to your sweaty back. “You have me at your mercy.”
The orgasm hit you brutally. Your body tensed, clenching hard around his length as you cried out, shaking violently. The aftershocks were long and deep, and Jongseong kept rubbing your clit without mercy, prolonging the pleasure until it almost hurt from how good it felt. Shortly after, he fell apart too; he pulled you tight against him with a guttural growl, spilling hot and deep inside you as his hips jerked against yours.
You collapsed back against his chest, exhausted, trembling, and completely sated. His arms wrapped around you instantly, caressing your belly and breasts with reverent slowness, kissing your cheek while you both tried to catch your breath.
“Was that enough inspiration…” he asked with a tired but love-filled smile, still buried inside you, “or are you still not convinced?”
You smiled mischievously; in fact, your mind was full of sensations, images, and words. The blank page no longer existed. All that remained was the heat of his body, the echo of his moans, and the certainty that tonight you had lived exactly the scene you needed to write.
“More than enough…” you murmured, turning your face slightly to brush his nose. “Though I think I’ll need some ‘field research’ for the next chapter too.”
He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb tracing your cheek with gentle strokes, savoring the closeness.
“Whenever you need it, my love. I’m all yours.”
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jake is desperate, whimpering,whining, and yearning
ʚଓ.ᐟ 𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠: 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒
ʚଓ.ᐟ Hades!Jake x Persephone!Reader: established relationship, fantasy romance, romanticized persephone myth, emotional angst, intense yearning, Dom!Reader x Sub!Jake, begging, light choking, dirty talk, marking, P in V, riding, mythology AU, MDNI.
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The grand throne room was a constant reminder of his sovereignty, yet also of his condemnation. Seated upon the cold stone, Jake wore the crown of black gold and that impassive mask with which he judged wandering souls-a facade of a severe and cruel king he maintained before the court, while the flames of the Underworld burned with erratic fury, fueled by the apathy and pain of six months of absolute solitude. The true hell, he knew all too well, was not the rivers of lava or the laments of the fallen; the real inferno erupted when you were not there.
Suddenly, midway through the audience, the dense air in the room shifted. Inevitably, the scent of sulfur and scorched earth began to fade, giving way to a subtle fragrance of fresh flowers and fertile soil.
"She's back," he whispered to himself, raising a hand to his mouth in a thoughtful gesture, trying to hide the smile that inevitably tugged at the corners of his lips.
Your invisible steps were already altering his domain. Jake's pulse faltered for an instant, and a violent lurch in his chest nearly made him lose composure in front of his subjects as the aroma grew stronger. His fingers dug hard into the stone arms of the throne; the primal urge to stand and run toward the main doors nearly overwhelmed him. Nevertheless, forcing himself to maintain sanity for the sake of appearances, he clenched his jaw and delivered one final verdict with barely perceptible haste, abruptly cutting off the pleas of the soul before him.
"No, there is no way the punishment will be reduced. Those who must burn in the mud shall do so," he declared curtly, rising with hurried severity. "This session is over."
With that, the demon guards removed the wandering soul. The moment the grand hall stood empty, the facade crumbled completely. Jake practically ran toward his private chambers, his breathing ragged and his chest pounding at a frantic rhythm.
As he ventured deeper into the palace's private wing, the magic of your presence became increasingly evident. Outside, the sky of the Underworld-which for half a year had spewed violent lightning and clouds of ash-began to calm. The eternal fire devouring outdoors dwindled into a gentle blanket of embers, and the roar of the storm faded into a distant murmur. His ordeal was ending. With every step that brought him closer to you, the cruelty of his kingdom softened; it was an absolute certainty that wherever you went, you carried spring with you, even in the midst of death.
He was not the emotionless monster mortals feared, nor the stone-hearted God other deities judged. On the contrary, he carried the eternal remorse of having dragged you into his world, of the tumultuous way everything had begun. Precisely because of that guilt, each year he granted you the choice to remain above, the legitimate right to never look upon his shadows again if you so wished.
Living with that uncertainty was the cruelest autumn that tore at his existence-six full months tormenting himself with the thought that sunlight might make you forget the warmth of his hands, or that a cursed God like him could never be enough to compete with the beauty of the outside world.
That was why knowing you were in his chambers once more, aware that you had chosen to return despite being the mistress of your own freedom, was the only miracle capable of making his heart beat again.
The moment he flung open the doors to the room, the world stopped beneath his feet. There you stood, by the window, gazing at an exterior that was already beginning to shed its shadows thanks to your mere presence.
"And yet you dared lie to me again, claiming you'd be fine if I chose not to return," you said, with that subtle tone between teasing and reproachful, nodding toward the disaster outside that was only now beginning to stabilize.
He let the door fall shut behind him, unconcerned by the heavy thud that echoed off the walls. It was you-beautiful, real, back in his world after an eternity of winter. The moment your eyes met, the last remnants of his resistance dissolved entirely. Without uttering a single word, eyes glistening and lips trembling from the overwhelming longing that no longer fit in his chest, Jake advanced toward you with urgent steps. But before you could do anything, before you could even extend your arms to receive him, his legs gave out.
The God of the Underworld dropped to his knees before you, surrendering completely. He buried his face in your lap with no trace of pride, his strong arms wrapping around your legs in a desperate grip, as if terrified you might be a hallucination born of his own madness.
And at the first inevitable caress of your fingers through his black hair, the merciless God vanished. In his place emerged the first broken sounds of surrender-the soft, desperate whimpers of a man who existed only to worship you.
"You came back..." he whispered against your clothes, his voice shattered and choked with a sob of pure relief; an agony that had finally found rest.
Leaning down slightly, you traced your fingers gently along the line of his nape. That simple touch drew a muffled groan from his lips, a low and fractured sound of need, as he pressed even more desperately against you, seeking the warmth he had craved so badly.
"Of course I came back," you replied in a sweet whisper, letting your own voice betray how difficult those six months away from his side had been for you too. "I promised you I would, Jake. Look at me, please."
At your request, he let out a small frustrated noise, as if pulling even a fraction of an inch away from your body was unbearable physical punishment. Still, incapable of denying you anything, he slowly lifted his face. His dark eyes-usually cold and sharp-were now glazed and filled with such raw vulnerability that it squeezed your heart; his lashes were clumped with tears, and his cheeks were wet, revealing the crying he could no longer hold back.
"I thought... I thought this time you'd have the sense to stay above," he confessed. His voice sounded so broken, so stripped of its usual arrogance, that it ended in a faint, trembling whimper. "I gave you the choice... I set you free... but every damn second was sacrilege to me. Enduring the cold of this palace knowing your warmth was up there... it drove me insane. Still, I prayed to my own empty temple, begging that you'd forget me so you wouldn't suffer this hell anymore. But my soul was falling apart. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think... it was consuming me. I only wanted this. I only wanted you, my queen."
You ran your hands over his face, wiping away the traces of his tears with your thumbs before cupping his jaw. You forced him to maintain eye contact, refusing to let those dark, misty eyes look away, while clicking your tongue in mild reproach and hardening your gaze.
"And yet you managed to go six whole months without appearing in my chambers even once. You're such a villain, Jake," you scolded, adopting a low, demanding tone that made him visibly shiver under your touch. "No one would be surprised if the God of the Underworld broke the pact to claim me on the surface. No one would dare question you. But you prefer to play fair to win, don't you? Leaving me free so the distance would do the dirty work and leave me aching and longing for you up there too. You knew perfectly well that staying away would make me come back on my own... I missed you so much."
Jake's chest rose and fell in erratic gasps, trapped and exposed beneath the intensity of your stare.
With a firm movement, exerting an imperious pressure that felt as though you controlled his body through an invisible, unbreakable spell, you made him stand. Jake obeyed instantly. His large, usually imposing frame rose unsteadily, entirely submissive to your command, completely surrendered to the magnetism you radiated. Once he was at your level, with both your breaths mingling in the narrow space between you, you closed every remaining inch and kissed him with raw need, devouring his lips in a burning claim that finally dispelled the last traces of winter from his soul.
The kiss turned hungry within seconds, becoming a wet, demanding, almost violent friction. Your hands tangled fiercely in his black hair, tugging hard to tilt his head and deepen the contact, forcing him to give you every last breath. Jake moaned into your mouth-a broken, desperate, vibrating sound that traveled along your tongue as he parted his lips for you, yielding completely to your rhythm.
"I need you, my queen..." he breathed against your lips between ragged gasps, his voice fractured and nearly sobbing. "Please... Six months... six fucking months without you..."
You didn't make him beg any longer. With a firm push to his chest, you forced him back until his legs hit the edge of the bed. Jake fell onto his back with a choked gasp, undone, his gaze hazy with desire and need. Without wasting a second, you straddled his lap.
Your skilled fingers tore open his shirt, exposing his heated, marked torso. At the same time, you hastily hiked the thin fabric of your dress up to your waist without removing it. You reached down to his pants and freed his cock-hard, thick, and throbbing, already dripping with anticipation.
A sharp, pitiful cry escaped his lips the instant your fingers brushed his sensitive head. Jake's back bowed sharply in a powerful spasm at the contact, instinctively seeking more.
"My queen..." he pleaded shakily, his hands sliding trembling up your bare thighs. "Ride me... I beg you. I need to feel you. I need you to use me."
The corner of your lips curved into a slow, malicious smile that darkened your eyes completely. Instead of giving him what he craved, you leaned forward, letting your hair brush his bare chest as you lowered only one side of your dress's neckline.
"Not yet, Jake," you purred against his lips, your voice low and commanding. "You said you wanted me to use you, right? Then you'll submit to my pace."
You braced your hands on either side of his head and lowered your hips, dragging your hot, soaked folds directly along his length in a slow glide. Jake released a strangled cry that shattered into a pathetic, broken sob. His eyes flew open when he realized you wore nothing beneath the dress.
"Y-you... you're not wearing anything underneath..." he stammered, completely unravelled, pupils blown wide with lust as his mind collapsed at the revelation. "You came like this... through the entire palace... just for me?"
The direct slide of your slick skin against his pulsing cock was far too intense after six months of abstinence. Jake's hips jerked upward instinctively, desperate to close the distance and bury himself inside you, but your hands on his chest firmly pushed him back down onto the sheets, reminding him who ruled the bed.
"Don't move," you ordered sharply, grinding against him again with deliberate slowness, coating his entire length with your arousal. "Or you get nothing."
A high, shattered, miserable sound tore from deep in his throat at the threat. Jake obeyed instantly, freezing his hips despite the torture. He dug his nails desperately into the black sheets while his whole body quaked with the effort of holding still. A violent blush burned across his cheeks, and his eyes glistened with tears of pure frustration and pleasure. Every slow drag of your center over his shaft drove him wild, making him believe that the next movement would finally let him sink into you. The direct friction of your bare skin was glorious relief, yes-but painfully insufficient against the agony of not having the heat of your core wrapped around him completely.
"I beg you..." he whimpered helplessly, his chest heaving with a barely contained sob. "I need you... I need you now... my goddess, take me already..."
You leaned further over him, letting your bare breast barely graze his torso, your hardened nipple tracing his heated skin. Jake stretched his neck with a desperate whine, trying to capture it with his lips, but you yanked his hair firmly and pulled him back.
"How needy you are..." you murmured with a dark smile, rolling your hips in slow, torturous circles over his cock. "Six months without my pussy and you're already worse than the souls burning out there."
Jake squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his cheeks blazing-not just from the heat of the room, but from the raw truth of your words. The ruler of the dead had been reduced to a trembling, desperate mess, aching for even the slightest touch. The circular motion of your center against his swollen head was driving him insane, coating both of you in a glossy layer of shared slickness.
"I swear I'll behave... just let me feel you," he implored one last time, his voice so thin and high it betrayed how his balls ached from the pent-up need for release.
You didn't drag it out any longer. Reaching down, you wrapped your fingers around his throbbing length and guided him to your entrance, positioning the tip right at your slick opening. Jake held his breath; his dark eyes snapped open, locked on yours, shining with intense, desperate devotion.
"Alright," you told him, voice husky, applying subtle but firm pressure to his cock. "But at the slightest attempt to take control, I stop."
Slowly, you lowered your full weight. The thick girth of his cock began stretching your walls, sinking inch by inch in a hot, wet, overwhelming invasion. Jake let out a strangled groan as his body jerked violently when your heat clenched around him. His large hands flew to your hips, fingers digging urgently into your skin-but obeying your command to the letter: not to thrust or seize control, but to hold on and silently plead for you not to stop.
"Ah-!" he cried out brokenly, tears finally slipping down his temples as he watched, utterly mesmerized, how your pussy swallowed his cock. "It's so tight... please, all of it... take all of me..."
You pressed your lips together, holding your breath. It hurt a little; after six months of emptiness, taking him fully was a slow, difficult task. Your chest rose with effort as your body adjusted to the length and thickness of his shaft inside you, forcing a sharp, ragged moan from your throat. Jake answered instantly with a pained groan of pleasure the moment you sank down to the hilt, your pelvises meeting with a heavy slap that left both of you trembling.
You stayed still for a few seconds, hands braced firmly on his tense abdomen, breathing deeply while your walls adapted to the complete invasion of his size. Below you, Jake was pure tension-eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust, jaw clenched to its limit. The brush of his swollen, aching balls against the base of your ass pulled short, erratic, heated gasps from him that scorched the air between you.
You lifted your hips slowly, rising in deliberate torment until only the tip remained inside you, then dropped back down with all your weight. The heavy impact of your bodies colliding drew a sharp, broken cry from Jake that echoed through the chamber. The sudden, deep, wet friction of your pussy swallowing him whole again was too much for his long abstinence.
Without mercy, you began riding him with firm, powerful strokes. The thin fabric of your dress bunched around your waist while your exposed breasts bounced lewdly with every thrust. Jake couldn't tear his eyes away from you; he was hypnotized, letting out uncontrolled moans and fractured sounds with every descent that buried him inside you.
You raked your nails down his broad chest, leaving four burning red lines across his divine skin. Jake released a shaky groan, his back arching hard as pain and pleasure blended in his voice.
"Yes, mark me..." he sobbed helplessly. "I want to wear your marks... I want everyone to know I'm yours... that I exist for you."
You immediately picked up the pace, riding him with raw force, your hips slamming savagely against his and filling the room with wet, obscene sounds. You leaned forward, smothering him with your heat. One hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his breathing even more labored, before you buried your lips in his neck and sucked hard, claiming his skin with a dark hickey.
Then you straightened, restoring his airflow, while he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.
"Look at me," you commanded, voice husky and authoritative. "I want to watch you fall apart beneath me."
Jake obeyed instantly, without a millisecond of hesitation. He fixed his dark, glassy, tear-filled eyes on yours as he moaned and whimpered uncontrollably, completely lost in the relentless rhythm of your body.
"I love you... I love you so much..." he repeated between shattered gasps, his voice utterly ruined by overstimulation. "Never leave me... I can't survive without this... without you..."
The heat in the room became unbearable, thick with the mingled scents of spring and ash clinging to the black sheets. You felt his cock throbbing wildly inside you, so swollen and hot it stretched your walls to the brink of collapse. You knew he was done for.
You clenched around him with tremendous force, pulsing in rhythmic spasms that tore a sharp cry from his throat.
"I can't hold it anymore..." Jake warned, his hips giving one small, desperate upward thrust, unable to restrain himself any longer against the pressure of your tightness.
"Do it," you ordered, voice rough as you slammed down hard, grinding your pelvis against his. "Fill me up right now, Jake. All of it."
The direct permission finally short-circuited his brain. Jake let out a raw, shattering roar, his back arching violently, neck straining and veins standing out on his arms as his fingers dug into your thighs to brace for the impact. Inside you, his cock pulsed three times before releasing thick, scorching, abundant spurts that flooded you completely, filling you to the brim.
The feeling of his burning seed against your cervix triggered your own orgasm instantly. You moaned against his ear as your core clenched repeatedly around him, milking every last drop.
Slowly, the movement stopped. You collapsed forward, exhausted, resting your face in the crook of his neck right above the hickey that was already turning a deep purple. Jake welcomed you into his strong arms-still trembling from adrenaline and pleasure-and wrapped them protectively around your back.
"You're beautiful... the most beautiful being in any of the three realms," he murmured, stroking your back over the fabric.
You smiled softly against his skin, letting out a sigh of pure exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Jake, cancel your audiences for tomorrow," you requested, softening your tone. It wasn't quite an order, but a plea filled with intimate longing. "Stay in bed with me. I want it to be just us."
The God of the Underworld let out a delighted little chuckle against your temple, pulling you even closer to his chest like the most sacred treasure in his domain.
"Your wishes are my commands, my goddess," he whispered with total submission, sealing the promise with a tender kiss.
No more words were spoken in the chamber. As Jake's breathing grew heavy and steady, surrendering to a sleep tight he hadn't known in six months, you curled up against his chest. Outside, the shadows of his kingdom seemed to calm as well, yielding to rest. Spring had returned to the Underworld, but its stay would be fleeting until the inevitable biannual separation—that which condemned hell to its own winter and stripped the leaves from the heart of the sovereign of the dead.
Hi!
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hellooo (again) i have this idea for so long and i feel like you can write this!
chef!jay who falls in love with waitress!reader. and one day after they are being together for 1 year, he proposes to her using the "marry me" chicken pasta
𖹭.ᐟ𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦: 𝘗.𝘑𝘚
𖹭.ᐟBf/Chef! Jongseong x Gf/Former-waitress! Reader: established relationship, fluff, anniversary, proposal, rom-com, devotion boyfriend, chef au, short fic.
I absolutely loved this challenge! @missoxy , I wholeheartedly hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much for your prompt ideas; it’s always so exciting to open my inbox and find a new request from you. 💕
You were sitting at an impeccably set table on one of the private balconies of Jongseong’s restaurant. It wasn’t just any night; today marked their first anniversary together. He had insisted that you come right after your shift. Although it wasn’t unusual for him to invite you to dinner on Friday nights, this evening carried a special weight. You had kept your promise and arrived two hours before closing, but the wait was only feeding your anxiety.
You had barely touched the welcome cocktail Jongseong had sent over with one of the waiters to ease the wait. Your gaze kept drifting toward the long line forming outside and toward your former colleagues from just a few months ago, who were rushing around like mad. It was obvious they were short-staffed. You felt incredibly guilty sitting there so comfortably, occupying a table that could have been used for more customers on such a busy night—especially knowing the titanic effort it took to maintain the restaurant’s high standards.
Yes, you had started working as a waitress at the restaurant only because you needed extra income to cover your final university tuition, but you still considered yourself part of the team. It was your boyfriend’s team; you couldn’t just look the other way. You knew perfectly well that Jongseong’s big dream was to keep earning Michelin stars, and poor management due to lack of staff could ruin his reputation with the anonymous inspectors who often visited. There was no question about it—you were going to help.
Determined, you stood up, slung your bag over your shoulder, grabbed the cocktail, and intercepted the waiter rushing down the hallway.
“Jungwon,” you called, “take this place for the next group. I’m going to the lockers for an apron and a tablet.”
Yang stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. He looked at your bag, then the table, and finally glanced nervously toward the double kitchen doors.
“Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “If the chef finds out I let you get up from that, I’m in trouble.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle him, relax,” you assured him, giving his shoulder a squeeze and offering a knowing smile to calm him down.
Jungwon opened his mouth, ready to keep protesting, but an urgent call from another waiter forced him to move. With no other choice, he sighed in defeat and stepped aside. You placed the glass on his tray and dashed off to the lockers to gear up.
Less than five minutes later, you were back in the fray. The chaos of the dining room felt strangely familiar and comforting. You intercepted a free table, grabbed the digital order pad, and headed toward the pass.
At the counter, you sent the order through the system and waited. On the other side, Jongseong moved with imposing confidence. He looked incredibly attractive calling out orders in a loud voice while meticulously adding the final touches to a dish. Carefully, he took the hot plate and slid it onto the counter, extending it for the waiter on duty to pick up.
“Which table is this for?” you asked, stepping forward and grabbing a tray to receive it.
Jongseong suddenly looked up to see who was taking the order. The moment your eyes met, his movements froze. It was only for a second; almost immediately, he reacted on instinct and pulled the plate back, completely out of your reach. His cat-like eyes narrowed in disbelief as he scanned you from head to toe.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his bewildered voice cutting through the kitchen noise. “Go back to the balcony. I was just about to send you the appetizer.”
“Hi to you too, love,” you replied with an innocent smile, completely unfazed.
Jongseong let out a huff. Without taking his eyes off you, he handed the plate to another passing waiter and quickly whispered the table instructions. You pursed your lips and made a small pout of frustration. Noticing your expression, he placed his hands on his hips and swept his gaze across the dining room, undoubtedly looking for Jungwon’s head for letting you escape.
“I want to help. Let me,” you insisted, standing your ground.
“You don’t work here anymore. You’re not waiting tables,” he declared, unyielding.
You simply rolled your eyes. Jongseong sighed, his shoulders dropping as his stern expression melted completely, replaced by a gaze full of tenderness.
“That’s not going to work on me, my beauty,” he added, leaning over the counter to close the distance between you and lowering his voice so only you could hear. “You’re not supposed to spend our anniversary like this.”
“And you’re not supposed to leave me over there being spoiled by you while pretending I don’t see how much work you have,” you countered, leaning a little closer. “I can’t enjoy the food knowing you’re collapsing down here, Jongseong. Let me help you. Just a little.”
Jongseong stared at you in silence, caught by your reply. His fingers subtly brushed yours on the counter, and for a moment, the clatter of plates and shouted orders seemed to disappear, leaving them in a bubble where only the two of them existed. You knew every one of his gestures by heart; you knew perfectly well that magnetic touch on your hands was his way of softening you before stubbornly sending you back to the balcony. He held your gaze, on the verge of delivering the argument he thought would win, when one of the waitresses rushed up to the pass.
“Chef, sorry to interrupt,” the girl said quickly. “Park Sunghoon just arrived. He has a reservation in the main dining room, but he’s with his young son and the main room is too loud and crowded for the child. What should we do?”
Jongseong blinked, breaking the trance of your gaze, and a spark of amusement crossed his face. He looked back at you, and a half-smile—complicit and victorious—curved his lips.
“Take them to the private terrace in the east wing,” he instructed the waitress—the exact area where you had been sitting. “And don’t worry about service for that table. I’ll assign someone right away.”
The girl nodded and hurried off. Jongseong let out a soft laugh, finally relaxing his shoulders, and reached across the counter to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His warm touch sent a shiver across your skin.
“So you really want to work on our anniversary, beautiful?” he teased in a husky whisper, sliding his hand down to caress your cheek with his thumb. “Fine, you win. But with one condition: you stay on the private terrace. Sunghoon just arrived with the kid and they’ll be better off with someone they trust. They’ll be your only table tonight.”
“Ugh, fine. I accept your conditions,” you conceded, pretending to be resigned as you rolled your eyes one last time. “I suppose I can handle one VIP client and one very demanding mini-client.”
“That’s my girl. Go take care of them. I’ll follow in a moment,” Jongseong added with a smile before turning back toward the kitchen.
You grabbed the tablet and walked to the private terrace in the east wing. As soon as you crossed the glass doors, the restaurant’s chaos faded behind you. Seated at the table was Park Sunghoon, battling to keep his little son from knocking over the salt shaker.
“Wow, now that’s exclusive service!” Sunghoon exclaimed when he saw you, finally moving the shaker out of the child’s reach. “Jongseong promised me preferential treatment if I came, but I didn’t know he’d send his favorite person.”
“House privileges,” you replied with a conspiratorial smile, approaching the table. “Hi there, little Ji Hoo. What can I get for you two?”
The boy simply crossed his arms and scrunched his nose in total disapproval, turning his face away to ignore you. Sunghoon let out a tired huff.
“He’s going through the terrible threes,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been alone with him for two days and I’m losing the battle. Nothing pleases him, nothing convinces him. He has a favorite word I don’t even dare say.”
“He probably misses his mom,” you said with an understanding smile, leaning down to gently stroke the boy’s hair. “Would you like some meat, Ji Hoo?”
“No!” the little one declared, tucking his chin into his chest.
“There it is. That’s the word,” Sunghoon pointed out, resigned. “Help. He has non-negotiable conditions: he demands salty food because he hates anything sweet, he doesn’t like red meat—only chicken—but with zero bones because they gross him out, otherwise he’d rather go hungry.”
“Mmm, he sounds a lot like someone I know,” a voice interrupted from the entrance.
You jumped and turned around. Jongseong was walking onto the private terrace with that natural elegance of his, rolling up the sleeves of his chef’s jacket and clearly enjoying how you had frozen with the tablet in your hand after seeing yourself perfectly reflected in the child’s whims.
Jongseong stopped right beside you, closing the distance in a way that made you swallow hard. He leaned forward slightly, stretching his arm behind you to wrap it naturally around your waist. His hand settled on your side with pure muscle memory, fitting perfectly into its favorite place in the world. With his free hand, he offered the boy a closed fist.
“What’s up, champ? Giving your dad a hard time?” Jongseong said to the boy, fist-bumping him.
“Look so sweet, you can keep him until my wife gets back,” Sunghoon joked, watching the familiar scene.
Jongseong laughed and shook his head.
“Nah, we’ll only help you today,” he replied, then turned his full attention to you. “Alright, give us a sure winner,” he said, that half-smile that always made you weak appearing on his lips. “A dish you love. Help us build the perfect dinner for the mini-inspector. What’s your weakness, my love?”
You felt heat rush straight to your cheeks under his intense gaze and the warmth of his arm around you. He. He is your weakness. But staying with the conversation:
“A… a chicken pasta,” you answered, making a monumental effort to keep your voice steady.
Then you narrowed your eyes as you caught the flash of absolute victory that crossed your boyfriend’s face. A look of total smugness, as if with that simple answer he knew he had hit the bullseye.
“Order understood,” he said, widening his smile as he stepped back, completely satisfied. “Chicken pasta. Are you changing your usual dish, Sunghoon?” he asked. His friend immediately shook his head. “Okay, and an appetizer for my girl. I’ve got it.”
“Jongseong,” you protested in a whisper, trying to remind him that was your job.
“Oh, I forgot to be specific. You’re the host, not a waitress. So you’re not moving from here,” he said with a little smirk.
Without giving you room to protest, he pulled out one of the free chairs, gently took you by the shoulders, and guided you to sit at the table next to Sunghoon, who was holding back a laugh.
“I’ll be right back with the order.”
He planted a kiss on your cheek before leaving, leaving you breathless and without time to reply as he walked back to the kitchen with a firm step.
“Ugh, it’s so unfair,” you grumbled, slumping fully against the back of the chair.
You crossed your arms, indignant. He used his charms to leave you defenseless and speechless. There was no way you’d be able to help him for the rest of the night; once again, you were right back where you started—just another diner.
“He has a real talent for getting his way, doesn’t he?” Sunghoon joked, giving you a sympathetic look. “But he doesn’t do it to annoy you. Jongseong turns into a lion when it comes to protecting his people, and he has you on a pedestal. He can be proud, a perfectionist, and exasperating at times, but he lives to make you happy. He’s a good man, truly. I’m really glad he has you, and that you have him.”
“Thank you, Sunghoon. I know exactly what kind of man I have by my side,” you admitted with a smile, feeling a comforting warmth in your chest. “But I just wanted to help him a little today.”
“By letting him spoil you, you’re already helping him plenty,” he assured you with a wink.
The rest of the time flew by between laughter and stories. You didn’t even notice how the night had progressed until the aroma of butter and Parmesan announced Jongseong’s return.
When he set the plate in front of Ji Hoo, even your mouth watered. The design for the child was pure genius; using the creamy sauce and pasta strategically on the flat plate, Jongseong had drawn the silhouette of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, with golden, crispy pieces of chicken breast forming the dinosaur’s back plates and teeth. It was such an innovative and fun presentation that Ji Hoo let out a squeal of excitement and grabbed his fork without his dad having to beg.
A miracle from the great Chef Park Jongseong.
A little later, Sunghoon left with the boy in his arms. That was when you were left alone at the table for a few more minutes, enjoying the breeze and swirling a new cocktail that had just been brought to you from him. It felt like the perfect prelude to the moment when Jongseong would finally leave the kitchen and be alone with you.
“Ready for the main course?” Jongseong asked, announcing his presence as he pushed an elegant service cart carrying a couple of covered plates, a bottle of wine, and some candles.
He immediately focused on setting the table, lighting and placing the candles to transform the atmosphere into something much more intimate.
“I have high expectations after seeing Ji Hoo’s plate,” you said playfully, letting him work while watching him attentively. “Is everything wrapped up in there?”
“Yes, closing is done, so don’t worry about any of that,” he assured you. “Now it’s just you and me here.”
With that, Jongseong walked around the table and stopped right behind your chair. You shivered subtly when you felt his hands settle on your shoulders, giving you a gentle, affection-filled squeeze before he leaned down to leave a warm kiss on the crown of your head.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” he whispered close to your ear. His closeness immediately enveloped you in that delicious scent of expensive cologne subtly mixed with the clean heat of the kitchen that fascinated you so much—a unique combination that was purely his and always clouded your senses.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” you murmured back. You turned your face just enough to look at him sideways, meeting his sweet gaze as you caught one of his hands between yours.
Jongseong caressed your knuckles for a brief second, leaving a chaste kiss at the corner of your lips before breaking the contact. Then he stepped back just enough to uncork the bottle of red wine on the cart and, with innate elegance, poured two glasses, placing one within your reach.
“The moment of truth has arrived. Let’s see if this chef exceeds your expectations,” he declared, taking the metal cloche in his hands. “Close your eyes. No cheating—I’ll tell you when you can open them.”
A knowing smile settled on your lips at his mysterious tone. You obeyed immediately, covering your face with your hands while sharpening your ears to decipher his movements at the table.
“Don’t mess with my head like this! I can already smell the pasta from here!” you admitted excitedly. “Tell me what you made. Did you sculpt a bouquet of roses with the chicken breast? What plating did you do for me?” you asked, feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
You heard a husky laugh—the kind Jongseong only let out when he was completely enchanted by your antics. Then you perceived the subtle clink of the metal cloche being lifted and felt him place the plate right in front of you.
“Now I’m a little worried about my presentation, especially after knowing everything you expect from me tonight…” he replied. His voice shed all playfulness, now tinged with slight nervousness. “You can open your eyes, princess.”
You obeyed slowly, prolonging the suspense for one more second. Just as he had warned, the plating had no extravagant shape, but it looked delicious. Juicy chicken breasts, perfectly golden, rested on a bed of pasta. Everything looked impeccable under a creamy, silky sauce, subtly decorated with the vibrant red of sun-dried tomatoes and the green of fresh basil.
The aroma was so delightful it made you swallow instantly. However, as your eyes analyzed the ingredients, the playful smile began to fade from your lips. Your eyes widened as you processed the recipe.
It took you only a second to recognize the dish. It was one of the most viral recipes on the internet—the same one you used to tease him about while laughing on the couch in his apartment, telling him he would never do something so cheesy.
Marry Me Chicken Paste.
But damn. Coming from him, it was a completely different story.
With your heart flipping in your chest, you looked up at him abruptly. Your eyes instantly welled up when you saw that Jongseong was no longer standing. He was now kneeling in front of you, holding a beautiful ring that sparkled under the candlelight.
“I wanted to make sure you really felt like having chicken pasta tonight,” he admitted with a little laugh that betrayed his nerves.
And of course, in that exact second, everything clicked. He was so perfectionistic and attentive that he wasn’t going to risk serving you something you didn’t actually want that night and ruin the evening’s menu. That’s why he had used the Ji Hoo situation earlier—he needed to confirm it was your craving before moving forward with his plan.
“I’ve spent an entire year being the happiest man on Earth because of you,” he continued, nodding with total conviction while holding your gaze. “From the first moment, I knew you were the missing piece in my life. It was never my plan to fall for something so cliché… But look at me. I don’t recognize myself with you. You broke down every one of my barriers; I’ve been a completely different man since the day you arrived. I don’t have a single doubt about what we are or that we were made for each other. You are my person. I can’t imagine a future without you. So today, I give you my entire life and ask you to let me protect you, love you, and cook for you for the rest of our lives. Will you do me the honor of marrying me, my love?”
There was no verbal response, no rehearsed words, not even a second for him to process the nerves of his own question. The instant Jongseong finished speaking, you launched yourself forward with the full weight of your body.
You literally threw yourself at him.
The impact of your body against his was so unexpected that Jongseong couldn’t get his hands out in time to keep his balance. Both of them tumbled straight to the floor. He cushioned the fall with his back, letting out a grunt from the impact, but you showed no mercy. Before he could process it, you cupped his face in your hands and crashed your lips against his in a kiss.
It was a messy collision, full of contained laughter, tears that mixed on his cheeks, and an euphoria that completely overwhelmed them both. You kissed him eagerly, devouring his mouth in the midst of that tender chaos, until you felt his hands wrap around your waist and pull you fully against him, leaving the small velvet box pressed right there. Then you remembered—the poor man hadn’t received a normal confirmation yet—and you pulled your mouth from his just a millimeter, your breathing completely shattered.
“Yes!” you exclaimed, laughing and crying at the same time against his lips. You had to give him the answer with your voice too. “I accept! A thousand times yes!”
Jongseong let out a laugh, and his arms wrapped tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as if he could finally breathe after holding his breath all night.
“Ouch, my life,” he whispered against your skin, his voice husky and softened by the kiss while a genuine smile spread across his mouth. “But God… you have no idea how much I love it when you do things like this.”
God, and you simply couldn’t believe that this man was going to be your future husband. Blessed was the day you decided to look for a job at his restaurant.
Hi!
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𖹭.ᐟBf! Sunghoon x Gf/Nurse! Reader: established relationship, domestic fluff, burnout, caring and devotion boyfriend, short fic. Just fluff and comfort.
Thank you so much for this request and for your words ☺️. It came exactly when I needed it; this has been a particularly heavy week. I hope this story brings you some comfort if you’ve been going through difficult days. You’re not alone in this. Everything will be okay. 💕
You squinted at your phone screen, the brightness stinging your eyes. It was 2:00 a.m. Your shift in the ER should have ended six hours ago, but time in that hospital was a bad joke; a last-minute emergency surgery had ruined any chance of a proper handover. Moving clumsily from exhaustion, you finished packing your things while glancing at your chat with Sunghoon. “Tell me when your turn ends, I’ll come pick you up,” his last message read, followed by a couple of missed calls.
By now, he was probably already asleep, so you didn’t dare call or text him and risk waking him. Instead, you took a taxi. Thanks to the empty early-morning streets, you reached your building in under twenty minutes. You dragged yourself up the stairs, punched in the entrance code, and finally stepped inside. You let out a heavy sigh, dropped your bag to the side, and kicked off your shoes blindly before turning on the hallway light.
Fuck. What you saw nearly made your heart jump out of your chest.
“Ah!” you gasped, clutching the center of your chest as you stumbled back against the console table. The scare drained the last bit of energy you had left, leaving you slightly dizzy. “Hoon! I didn’t give you the code to my apartment so you could kill me with a heart attack.”
You scolded the figure watching you from the hallway. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression completely serious.
“Well, my girlfriend was supposed to get off at eight p.m.,” he replied, his voice carrying a mix of relief and clear annoyance as he pushed off the wall and walked toward you. “It started getting late, you weren’t answering your phone, and I had no way of knowing if you were okay or if something had happened. So honestly, I think you owed me that scare.”
He stopped right in front of you, close enough for you to see his furrowed brows and the genuine worry he was trying to hide behind his rigid stance. His eyes scanned you, taking in the dark circles under your eyes and your hunched posture.
“Did you eat anything? What happened that they kept you so long?” he asked, softening his tone a little. “Tell me they’re at least going to pay you for those extra hours and that you have tomorrow off.”
The barrage of questions landed badly. In your state of extreme exhaustion, Sunghoon’s concern didn’t feel caring—it felt like an annoyance. You let out an exasperated sigh and stepped aside, dodging him as you headed to the kitchen.
“They didn’t keep me, Hoon. There was an emergency. It’s a hospital, not a prison,” you answered, your words dragging with a defensive tone you couldn’t hide, completely ignoring his question about dinner. “I have to be back at eight a.m. tomorrow, so please, don’t start with the sermon.”
Sunghoon turned on his heels and followed you closely. His jaw tightened when he heard you had to return to that place in just a few hours.
“Sermon?” he repeated. This time his tone lost its previous softness, colored with incredulous frustration. “I’m not lecturing you. I’m worried because my girlfriend has such a shitty sleep schedule and couldn’t even bother to send me one damn message to let me know she was okay. I started imagining the worst.”
“I didn’t have my phone near!” you exclaimed, spinning around sharply to face him. The sudden movement made you dizzy, forcing you to grab onto the kitchen counter. “I went straight into surgery. Checking my phone was the last thing on my mind. I work saving lives, Sunghoon. I’m sorry if my schedule doesn’t fit your expectations… No one’s forcing you to stay anyway. I can take care of myself. I don’t need you.”
A heavy silence fell over the kitchen. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of regret sink straight into your chest like an anchor. Shit. You shouldn’t have said that.
You watched his eyes widen for a split second in surprise, then close tightly as he let out a low, bitter laugh. He looked down at the floor, and the way his fists clenched at his sides told you he was making a superhuman effort not to turn around and walk out.
“You’re right,” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. “No one’s forcing me. I’m here because I want to be. Because I care about you. But I see that to you, I’m just a nuisance who comes to give you sermons. The truth is you’re so stubborn you’d rather collapse than admit you need to stop.”
He took half a step back, as if preparing to leave, and panic immediately tightened your throat. You wanted to move forward, stop him, and ask him to forget what you’d said, but your body had reached its limit. The intensity of the guilt destabilized you. The moment you let go of the kitchen counter, your legs gave out. The whole room spun violently, the ceiling light flickered in your vision, and you let out a choked gasp as you completely lost your balance.
You never hit the floor.
Before you could even process the fall, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Sunghoon, instantly forgetting his pride, his anger, and the stupid argument, had moved swiftly to catch you.
He held you gently, letting your head collapse against his shoulder as he slowly slid down until both of you were sitting on the cold kitchen floor.
“Hey, hey… look at me. Look at me, please,” his voice no longer held any coldness—it was pure panic. You felt his warm hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to focus on him. His eyes, locked on yours, were filled with heartbreaking worry. “I’ve got you. I’m here. Breathe.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, clutching his shirt with what little strength you had left, while the tears you’d been holding back all day finally spilled over, soaking his skin.
“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your voice broken. “Hoon, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. The truth is… I’m just so tired. Everything hurts.”
The crying shook your shoulders so hard you could barely breathe. All the weight of the sleepless hours, the overwhelming stress, the helplessness of knowing your efforts would never be enough for that damn promotion, and above all, the remorse of having hurt the man you loved—it all tangled into a knot in your throat that finally burst.
Sunghoon didn’t say anything right away. He simply held you tighter, wrapping one arm around you while his other hand gently stroked your hair, patiently waiting for your breathing to settle. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne began to act like a balm, slowly returning the stability you had lost.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered near your ear. His tone no longer held any trace of reproach, only a tenderness that made you cry even harder. “I’m not mad. I know you didn’t mean it.”
When your sobs turned into small, shaky sighs, he pulled back just enough to look at you again. With his thumbs, he gently wiped the tears from your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Please don’t ever ask me to step aside again,” he said, his dark eyes fixed on yours. “Because I need you. I know you’re an incredibly strong, independent woman who’s deeply committed to what you do,” he admitted, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “but it breaks my heart to see you collapse like this. I feel so helpless when you’re struggling this much… Let me be there for you, okay?”
“I need you too, Hoon. I lied…” you confessed. The smile that spread across his lips told you you’d said exactly the right words. That was his green light.
“Come on, you need to get ready for bed. I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry about anything,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly in pure understanding.
Before you could try to stand, Sunghoon slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you effortlessly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hid your face in his chest as he walked slowly out of the kitchen and straight to the bathroom.
He sat you down carefully on the toilet lid and immediately turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. Without giving you time to protest, he knelt in front of you.
“Hey, I can do this myself, really,” you said, trying to pull your legs back, but he simply clicked his tongue.
“I told you not to worry. You’re under my care now,” he declared, tossing your socks into a corner. You let out a resigned little laugh at his determination and allowed him to guide you as he removed your uniform piece by piece.
Once you were completely naked, Sunghoon stood up and began taking off his own clothes. You watched the sensual movement of his body with a raised eyebrow, momentarily distracted by the way his biceps flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head.
“Why are you undressing like that?” you asked, puzzled by his impromptu show.
“To stimulate your brain,” he replied, giving you a playful smile as he tossed his shirt onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
You couldn’t help but let out a tired laugh—the first of the entire day—while shaking your head.
“How considerate” you played along, stretching your arms toward him as he stepped forward.
Sunghoon looked at you with obvious satisfaction, proud he’d managed to pull a laugh from you. He took your hands, helped you to your feet, and guided you into the glass shower cabin. The moment the warm water hit the top of your head and cascaded down your body, you let out a deep sigh of relief.
He stepped in right behind you, positioning himself at your back so the main stream hit you directly, while his large hands rested on your shoulders, giving you gentle massages that made you sigh again.
“Keep your head still…” he murmured close to your ear, and you obeyed.
He took the shampoo bottle, poured some into his palms, and worked it into your hair. His fingers tangled through your strands, massaging your scalp. Reduced to a series of contented sighs, you let your head fall back, resting it against his firm chest. It felt unreal; with every touch, Sunghoon seemed to have the power to dissolve your exhaustion, the sleepless nights, and the humiliation from your superiors.
His hands moved down to your neck, gently pressing the tense muscles in your shoulders and upper back—the exact places where you carried the weight of the day. At the same time, he leaned in and left a long, tender kiss on your wet cheek. Then, in the middle of your complete relaxation, you heard him speak.
“Quit. That place doesn’t deserve you.”
Instantly, your shoulders tensed under his palms and your breath caught, threatening to burst the fragile bubble of peace you had just built. But Sunghoon seemed to have anticipated your exact reaction. Before you could turn to protest or pull away, his fingers applied firm but incredibly warm pressure to the base of your neck, focusing all his massage on your rigid shoulders until your muscles surrendered again.
“I’m not saying it lightly, my love. Remember my mom’s friend’s aesthetic clinic? They’re looking for staff,” he explained, while his thumbs traced comforting lines across your shoulder blades. “And listen carefully—this time I’m not offering you a handout or pulling strings, because I know how much you hate that and how much you value earning things yourself. This time it’s different. There’s an open call you can apply for. You’re more than qualified. I just want you to give yourself the chance to work somewhere that will actually value you.”
The relaxation gradually returned to your body as you tilted your head slightly to better enjoy his touch, letting the warm water wash away your doubts.
“Mmmh… but do you promise you won’t intervene?” you asked in a whisper, glancing at him sideways.
“I promise,” he assured you, kissing your wet shoulder. “But… does that mean you’ll quit?”
“No, Hoon. I can’t be without a job,” you reminded him matter-of-factly. “I’ll quit once I’m accepted at the other place. That’s how it works.”
“But I could—”
“Hoon,” you interrupted, using that warning tone that made him stop immediately.
Sunghoon huffed, surrendering to your sensibility, though a small resigned smile appeared on his face.
“Alright, baby. I get it,” he conceded, leaving one last kiss on the curve of your neck. “I won’t get involved. But don’t think you’re getting rid of me. I’m showing up at your job for lunch and at the end of every single day. I don’t want you spending one extra second in that hospital, my love. You and I are in sync. When you collapse, my whole world falls apart.”
“Fine, that sounds like a fair deal,” you said as your eyes filled with tears again. But this time they weren’t from bitterness—they were from a gratitude so deep it squeezed your chest. With the deal made and everything out in the open, the heavy weight you had carried all day seemed to dissolve under the warm water.
Sunghoon continued the shower, soaping your body and making sure every last trace of foam rinsed away. When he turned off the water, he wrapped you in a towel, drying every inch of your skin with absolute care so the cold wouldn’t touch you, then quickly grabbed one for himself.
Seeing you shiver a little, he started to bend down to carry you again, but this time you refused. Instead, you intertwined your fingers with his.
He understood immediately. He smiled sideways, gently squeezing your hand, and you walked together to the bedroom. Even in the rush to not make it any later, Sunghoon remained completely attentive to you. As soon as he could, he placed a dry towel over your head and began gently rubbing your hair.
“Go on, let that towel do its magic while I come back,” he said, giving your head a couple of playful pats. “And try not to fall asleep yet, princess. You still have one more thing coming. I’ll be less than three minutes.”
You stayed a bit confused as you watched him practically sprint out of the room. Still, you followed his instructions: you finished drying your hair, wrapped the towel around your head in an improvised turban, then collapsed onto your back on the bed and reached out to set the alarm on the digital clock on your nightstand. It was at that exact moment that the silence in the apartment was broken by suspicious noises coming from the kitchen.
You heard the thud of a cabinet door, the chaotic clinking of utensils, and the rustling of several bags. It was obvious Sunghoon was improvising. The kitchen was definitely not his territory, and his lack of practice translated into a racket you found incredibly endearing.
An inevitable smile spread across your lips. You settled deeper into the sheets, crossing your arms as you mentally prepared yourself to receive the culinary experiment Hoon was putting together with so much effort just to spoil you.
You didn’t have to wait long. True to his three-minute promise, Sunghoon’s footsteps echoed back down the hallway. He appeared in the doorway with a proud stance and a self-satisfied smile worthy of a Michelin-star chef, holding a porcelain plate between his hands as if presenting you with the most exotic delicacy in the world. However, the moment your eyes landed on the plate, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
In the center sat a sandwich with perfectly toasted bread—right on the edge of burning, but not quite—with melted cheese spilling out the sides. He had cut it in half and, for the finishing touch, added some sliced strawberries on the side that betrayed his clumsiness with the knife. But the definitive detail that completely ruined his “impeccable” presentation was visible on one of the halves: a bite was missing from the top corner.
“Voilà, my princess,” he announced, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “A culinary masterpiece, courtesy of your boyfriend.”
You looked at the sandwich, then at him, raising an amused eyebrow as you pointed at the missing corner.
“Hoon… and this bite?”
“Quality control, my love. Had to make sure my creation wasn’t going to poison you,” he joked, leaning forward to tuck a rebellious strand of hair that had escaped your towel turban. “Go on, eat a little. I know you’re dead tired, but I’ll be happy with half.”
You laughed softly, rolling your eyes affectionately. “Yeah, right, Hoon. Here, you can eat the other half—the one you already started.”
“Thank you so much, you’re so kind,” he replied with a victorious smile, immediately taking his portion.
The silence in the room became wonderfully comfortable, interrupted only by the muffled sounds of both of you eating. Sunghoon sat cross-legged beside you, devouring his half with an enthusiasm that melted your heart. As you chewed your first bite—which, to your surprise, was delicious—you realized a silly smile wouldn’t leave your lips. You looked at him, at the toasted sandwich, at the poorly cut strawberries, and happiness simply overflowed.
Suddenly, noticing you couldn’t take your eyes off him, Sunghoon stopped mid-bite. He looked at you with sudden shyness, tilting his head slightly.
“Hey…is it taste bad? No, right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow between intrigue and suspicion, completely lost at the meaning of your expression.
You shook your head immediately, swallowing before speaking.
“No. It’s not that,” you answered, setting the plate aside on the sheets.
Taking advantage of the minimal distance between you, you leaned forward. You drew closer to his face until your lips met his in a sweet, slow kiss full of all the gratitude you felt in that moment. When you pulled back just a few millimeters, keeping your eyes closed as you tenderly brushed your nose against his, you whispered, “It’s delicious. Thank you for everything, Hoon. I love you.”
Your words had an immediate effect. The usual pale tone of his skin gave way to a blush that colored his cheeks and the tips of his ears. With his heart on full display, Sunghoon quickly looked down, trying in vain to hide a lovesick smile so big it didn’t fit on his face. To cover his reaction, he took a quick, clumsy bite of his sandwich, chewing with an adorable haste that made you giggle.
However, after swallowing, the playful side disappeared. His expression became deeply sweet, and he held your gaze with a purity so sincere it made your pulse race.
“Your well-being is mine. Never forget that,” he confessed, setting his food aside and cupping your face to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “And I love you too… so much.”
The magnetism of his words seemed to stop time in the room, confirming what your heart already knew: no matter how exhausted you were, your safe place would always be by his side. He was that haven of peace where you could drop all your defenses, knowing you were safe and that, in his hands, your burdens became infinitely lighter.
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someone please please please write smth abt jake being a dad omg the baby pics and kid content makes me want to have his kids im having baby fever so bad 😭
I think of jake as both a boy and girl dad, maybe a older boy and younger girl
𖹭.ᐟ𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒: 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒
𖹭.ᐟDad! Jake x Mom! Reader: domestic fluff, married couple, family dynamics, kids being kids, just soft romance, short fic.
Thank you for the request! 💕 I absolutely loved writing Jake as a father. After seeing those videos, I’ve been thinking about him as the dad of an older boy and a younger girl too!
In a house with two young children, moments alone were highly prized, and Jake knew exactly how to make the most of every second—especially on a day like this one, when you’d had to stay late at the office. While giggles and running water in the hallway bathroom gave away that the kids were still brushing their teeth, he already had you cornered behind the bedroom door, devouring your lips as payback for all the kisses he hadn’t been able to steal during the day and to give you the welcome you deserved.
With your body barely covered by a towel and ready to step into the shower, you tangled your fingers in his hair, letting out a muffled sigh against his mouth that only made him pull you closer to his body.
“Dad, we’re done!” announced Jaebum, their oldest son, from the hallway. His voice was immediately followed by the hurried little footsteps of tiny Soo-yun.
Jake broke the kiss reluctantly, but he didn’t let you go right away. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing a little uneven, wearing that lopsided smile that always turned your legs to jelly.
“Saved by the bell,” he teased, giving you one last quick kiss. “I’ll leave you to shower in peace and catch up with the routine. We missed you so much today.”
“I’ll join you guys as soon as I’m done,” you replied with a smile, still trying to catch your breath. “Pick a good bedtime story tonight, Ikeu. One that’ll put them to sleep deep.”
Jake let out a low chuckle, winking at you before opening the door and slipping out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, the intimate atmosphere of the bedroom was instantly replaced by the lively noise of his two children waiting impatiently in the hallway.
“Finally, Dad!” complained Jaebum, crossing his arms with the seriousness only a six-year-old could muster. “You took a whole century just to charge your phone.”
“I couldn’t remember where I left the charger,” Jake lied without a shred of guilt, adjusting his hoodie while affectionately ruffling his son’s brown hair. “Alright, show me those teeth. I want to see if you earned your stickers today and get to keep your full allowance.”
Both kids smiled wide, revealing two rows of white teeth that perfectly blended your features and Jake’s into one expression. He crouched down to check Soo-yun first, giving her a gentle tap on the nose that made her giggle, before turning his attention to Jaebum. He pointed at him with his index finger, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion.
“Hey, champ, I can see a piece of rice stuck on your tooth from here,” Jake said, though his tone was never stern—only playful. “That wouldn’t have happened if you’d focused on the toothbrush instead of splashing water at your little sister. I’ll give you one more chance to do it right. Soo-yun and I will wait for you in the playroom.”
The little girl didn’t think twice and took her dad’s hand while Jaebum grumbled his way back to the sink, though with a mischievous smile on his face. Jake led his daughter to the room at the end of the hallway, a space they had set up exclusively for playtime and reading. When he turned on the light, the room felt as cozy as always: toys neatly arranged on the shelves and, in the center, the kids’ favorite nest made of a plush rug and giant beanbags.
Jake lifted Soo-yun into his arms and dropped backward onto the biggest cushion, making the little girl burst into laughter as she sank down with him.
“Alright, princess,” Jake said once they were settled, pointing to the nearby bookshelf. “Which one would you like to read today?”
“Guess How Much I Love You!” Soo-yun exclaimed without hesitation, pointing at the book she already knew almost by heart.
Jake let out an amused, defeated smile, nearly tilting his head back in laughter.
“Again, baby? Are you sure you don’t want to switch to a different one tonight?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, knowing perfectly well this would be the third night in a row they’d read the same story.
But the little girl shook her head decisively, stretching her small body as far as she could to reach the book and hand it to him with bright, hopeful eyes. Faced with that look—which was identical to yours—Jake simply couldn’t refuse.
“Fine, fine. You win, it’ll be this one,” he conceded tenderly. He set the book aside for a second just to wrap her in his arms and cover her cheeks with quick kisses, making her squirm with laughter. “You’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, you know that?”
“Yes, you tell me all the time,” Soo-yun answered, dragging her words just a little, fixing the rebellious strands of hair her dad’s kiss attack had messed up.
“Look, Dad! All clean!” Jaebum announced, bursting into the playroom like a whirlwind. He stood straight in front of Jake, proudly showing an exaggerated smile that made his eyes crinkle. “I can earn my sticker today, right?”
“Impeccable, champ,” Jake declared, high-fiving his oldest. “Go stick it on your board, and your sister’s too, please. Then come sit here. Quick, before Mom finishes her shower. We have important business to discuss. Do you remember what we talked about in the car on the way to school?”
Jaebum nodded energetically, ran to the chore charts hanging on the wall, placed both stickers carefully, and returned with a leap, throwing himself onto the beanbag right beside his father. Soo-yun, caught up in the excitement, sat up straight and brought a little finger to her mouth.
“Surprise birthday,” the little girl whispered in a hiss.
“Exactly. Operation Birthday,” Jake confirmed, lowering his voice to a minimum and wrapping both children in his arms to form a secret circle. “The day after tomorrow is Mom’s special day. Since she’s been working a lot at the office and comes home tired, we have to spoil her as much as possible. Tell me, what did you think of during the day to give Mom? What does she like the most?”
He gave them the lead in the conversation. Beyond the surprise itself, what Jake truly wanted was to awaken in them the value of being thoughtful. He wanted them to learn to step out of their own world to notice others’; to understand that the best gift isn’t the most expensive one, but the one that shows you stopped to look, to listen, and to discover what truly makes another person happy. It was his way of raising them to be attentive and generous souls.
“Soo-yun, me, and you” Jaebum listed with absolute confidence, shrugging as if it were the most logical answer in the universe.
Soo-yun found her brother’s comment so funny she burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her little hands before starting to poke her dad’s chest with her finger, repeating in a playful, sing-song whisper, “You, Daddy! You, you! Mommy likes you!”
Jake felt his cheeks flush completely, thoroughly embarrassed and amused by his children’s cleverness. He tried to hold back a smile while clearing his throat, the blush already coloring his neck and ears from how insistently the little ones were “teasing” him about how much you liked him.
“Alright, alright, you pair of troublemakers!” Jake whispered between laughs, tickling their ribs to quiet them with affection. “This is supposed to be a serious meeting. Come on, I know you thought of something better.”
“I asked Aunt An,” Soo-yun revealed, puffing out her cheeks. Since she had spent the afternoon at the Lee's house playing with Hae-rin while her brothers were at taekwondo, she had used the time under your best friend’s care to investigate. “Delicious food. Mom likes that a lot.”
“Ah, I know!” Jaebum exclaimed, clapping his hands in the air, completely inspired by his sister. “We make her a surprise breakfast together and then go to a nice restaurant in the afternoon. I can chip in with my allowance!”
Soo-yun nodded enthusiastically, imitating her big brother’s gestures.
“And flowers! A really big bouquet for Mommy… and a puppy!” the youngest added, though the mischievous sparkle in her eyes completely gave away that she was trying to get her way.
Jake raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes suspiciously, twisting his lips in an amused, incredulous expression.
“Hold on, young lady, let’s pause the operation for a second… That last part about the puppy—were you really thinking about Mom? And her cat?” Jake asked, arching an eyebrow as he waited for his little creation’s answer. “You’ve already seen how Mocca gets when we bring Layla over.”
“But a tiny one? I’m sure Mocca won’t be scared…” she said in a small voice, before wrinkling her nose and confessing, “It’s just that Mommy was going to lend him to me a little bit. But okay, no puppy.”
Soo-yun made a tiny pout and stayed thoughtful for a second, staring at the ceiling as if searching for a giant idea in her little head. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she dramatically slapped her palm against her forehead in the most adorable way.
“I have an idea! We should write Mommy nice things, everything we like about her,” she explained with a huge smile.
“A letter?” Jaebum said, crossing his arms, not entirely convinced by his little sister’s proposal.
The little girl grumbled, crossing her arms too and imitating his pose with an adorably furrowed brow. Jake, however, stayed processing the youngest’s idea. The base concept was beautiful; they just needed to take it up a notch.
“It’s an excellent idea, but what if instead of just one letter…?” Jake suggested, lowering his voice to regain the secrecy of the operation while both children leaned in closer, completely attentive. “We get a little glass jar and you decorate the outside with glitter, ribbons, and stickers. But the best part will be what’s hidden inside…” he continued in a conspiratorial whisper, building the children’s anticipation to the limit. “We’re going to fill it with lots of folded secret notes. Every morning before she goes to work, Mom will have the mission of pulling out a little paper and receiving a surprise compliment from one of us to start her day. But wait, that’s not all—” Jaebum and Soo-yun were no longer blinking, hanging on his every word. “Among the papers we’ll hide her favorite chocolates, and also special coupons made by us. For example, a coupon for a special dinner, another for a massage day, or a ticket to go to the movies together. Things like that. Each of us can create special coupons with the things we know Mom loves. What do you think?”
Hearing the list of surprises, Jaebum’s skepticism vanished completely.
“That’s a jar of secret missions!” the oldest exclaimed, fully sold on the idea. “I love it! I can help make the sketches for the coupons.”
Soo-yun gave a little jump of joy, celebrating that her original idea had turned into the best gift in the world.
“Yes, yes! I want to do it too!” the little one joined in excitedly.
“We’ll have to get it done tomorrow…” Jake commented thoughtfully. “I’ll figure out how to manage my work schedule.”
“We’re going to be with Aunt An tomorrow too,” the oldest reminded him. “She and the twins could help us while Aunt An is working from home.”
At that, Jake pressed his lips together, twisting his face in slight doubt.
“I know they would help us, kids, but the intention is for this gift to be made mostly by the three of us,” he emphasized, stretching out his finger to affectionately point at each of their little heads. “She can lend a hand supervising, but the hard work is ours. I’ll head straight there too to do my part. In fact, I’ll ask her if we can use her house as our secret headquarters. That way we can put everything together and decorate without the risk of Mom discovering us too soon.”
Speaking of being discovered too soon, the sound of your footsteps suddenly echoed down the hallway. The three of them looked at each other in a moment of absolute panic, eyes wide open.
“Act normal,” Jake instructed them immediately in a hurried whisper.
The order unleashed silent chaos. In the blink of an eye, Jaebum sprawled onto his back on his beanbag, pretending to be relaxed, while Soo-yun let herself fall against Jake’s chest. He, for his part, quickly opened the book to a completely random page.
“‘I love you as high as I can reach,’ said Little Nutbrown Hare. ‘I love you as high as I can reach,’ said Big Nutbrown Hare. That was very high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that,” Jake narrated out loud, just in time as you crossed the threshold of the room, followed by your feline shadow, Mocca, who quickly ran to climb onto a shelf.
“Oh, wow…” your voice trailed off with a mix of amusement and resignation as you focused on the book’s cover. “Guess How Much I Love You again. Let me guess—it was Soo-yun’s choice?”
The little girl let out a telling giggle, shrugging as she snuggled deeper into her dad’s arms. You walked over to them and first crouched beside Jaebum’s beanbag, brushing a strand of brown hair away from his face to leave a tender kiss on his forehead.
Then you leaned over the giant cushion where the rest of your family rested, placing another kiss on the top of Soo-yun’s head. She closed her eyes, savoring the affection. However, when you pulled away, you came face to face with Jake’s gaze.
Your husband had gone completely still, eyes narrowed and a slight pout on his lips, patiently waiting for his turn. You held back an amused huff before leaning toward him too, planting a loud kiss right on his lips. Satisfied, Jake relaxed his face and gave you a smile, but the romantic moment lasted only a second.
“Ugh, kissing again!” Jaebum exclaimed immediately, dramatically covering his eyes with both hands, though he spread his fingers to keep watching.
Soo-yun didn’t stay behind; she let out a mischievous little giggle and hid her face in her dad’s chest while repeating in a sing-song whisper, “The lovebirds, the lovebirds!”
You licked your lips shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up a little at your children’s adorable booing. Jake, on the other hand, laughed heartily, hugging the little girl tighter and shooting you a look full of pure amusement and complicity.
Trying to regain your composure, you moved back a bit and returned to your oldest son’s side, settling onto his beanbag and giving him a friendly nudge with your shoulder to stop the drama.
“Alright, it’s not that bad,” you said with a smile, trying to sound firm. “Let’s continue with the story. I can see it hasn’t worked its magic on you yet and it’s getting really late.”
To seal the truce, you began running your fingers through Jaebum’s hair in a slow rhythm, knowing perfectly well that those caresses would have him asleep in no time.
Jake immediately picked up the reading again. For a while, Soo-yun’s little finger would occasionally sneak in to trace the colorful illustrations in the book, until the rhythm of the story began to take effect and the room filled with a chorus of heavy, peaceful breathing.
“...‘I love you right up to the moon,’ said Little Nutbrown Hare, closing his eyes,” Jake’s voice dragged slowly, losing strength as he looked at the scene before him.
The entire room had surrendered to sleep. Soo-yun was sleeping with her cheek squished against his hoodie, Jaebum had completely relaxed against your side, and you—utterly exhausted from the extra hours at the office—rested with such a peaceful expression that he couldn’t help but hold his breath.
In that moment, Jake’s chest overflowed with uncontainable love, one so pure and piercing it almost hurt. Watching his small, beautiful family filled him with a pride that moistened his eyes; it was facing the most exact definition of fulfillment. This was the sanctuary where happiness took on real meaning, a corner suspended in time where the future no longer rushed forward because the present was already perfect. Everything valuable he possessed in the world, his entire universe, was gathered in that place. Because there was no title on earth he carried with greater pride, nor anything he loved more in this life, than being your husband and the father of those two children. With his lips curved in a smile full of devotion, he slowly closed the book and let the last line of the story fall in a whisper born straight from his soul.
“...'I love you to the moon and back'.’”
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have you seen MEP's caption today??? omg, it gives me an idea of a story. imagine enhypen and reader are hanging out together in their dorm. then the conversation starts to get spicy. like "what is your fantasy?" or "have you ever thought to be dominated?" etc. then jake said his fantasy is being blindfolded. reader is eager to show him how it's done~
𖹭.ᐟ𝘈𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺: 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦
𖹭.ᐟSub/Idol!Jake x Dom!Reader: secret relationship, sensory deprivation, dirty talk, edging, femdom, good boy kink, oral sex (M. receiving), riding, praise x beg, foreplay, initial context, MDNI.
6K lol. So a huge thank you to everyone who stays until the end. I personally had so much fun wrote it, so thank you again to @missoxy for the idea and for trusting me to make it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 💕
The laughter of Jake and Riki echoed down the hallway, shattering the calm of the first floor as they returned from an exhausting day of rehearsals.
“I’m just gonna check if there’s any food here and then head straight to bed,” Nishimura announced, opening the bedroom door with the casual ease that defined him.
“What makes you think there’d be anything here…?” Jake let the sentence hang.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the people in the room. His eyebrows lifted in a nearly imperceptible show of surprise, and a crooked smile, laced with a special spark, tugged at the corners of his mouth the moment his eyes met yours.
You took a sip from your soda can, using the gesture as a shield to hide your own smile. To the world, you were simply the actress neighbor, the fun friend Sunoo and Jungwon sometimes spent their free time with. No one in the building imagined that you and Jake shared far more than hallway greetings.
“Thanks, I knew you guys wouldn’t let me down,” Riki exclaimed, lighting up at the sight of the mostly untouched pizza sitting in the middle of the three of them.
Without waiting for an invitation, he flopped onto the sofa and grabbed a slice. Jake followed at a slower pace, sitting beside the youngest while keeping part of his attention on the strange atmosphere that had formed. The deathly silence from the three who were already there was impossible to ignore.
“Why the sudden silence?” Jake asked, leaning toward the table to take a piece while his gaze discreetly searched yours for an answer. “Was our arrival that badly timed?”
“Keep talking, we want in too,” Riki added with his mouth full.
Jungwon, far from being intimidated by the extra audience, simply shrugged and turned his attention back to you, picking up the thread of the conversation. “Like I was saying… do girls really enjoy their first time or not? What’s the most important thing about a first time?”
The effect was immediate. Riki choked on the piece of pizza he was barely trying to swallow; he started pounding his chest hard, fighting to get air while Sunoo let out a mocking laugh at his misfortune. Jake, for his part, widened his eyes, frozen with the pizza slice halfway to his mouth. He let out a choked chuckle mixed with absolute disbelief, using his free hand to try to save Nishimura from asphyxiation with a couple of pats.
“I… better leave,” the youngest managed to say once his airways cleared, shooting up from the sofa as if it had springs.
“You can take the pizza and share it with the others,” Jungwon added before the boy disappeared. Riki didn’t think twice; he came back only to snatch the cardboard box and, with a quick nod, signaled to Jake that it was time to get out of there.
But Jake didn’t move. He simply shrugged, rejecting his friend’s “rescue.”
“No way, I’m sleeping here. Don’t worry about me,” Jake replied calmly as he stretched out along the sofa, lacing his arms behind his head.
As he stretched, he subtly invaded your personal space; the heat of his leg brushing against your thigh was a sharp reminder of his presence.
“You’re such a gossip,” Sunoo shot at him, narrowing his eyes.
Jake didn’t defend himself; he just smiled sideways—that smile you knew so well—and raised an eyebrow while his gaze slid back to you, silently challenging you to answer Jungwon’s question.
It was clear he wasn’t going to miss a single second of what you had to say. The question involved him directly, and he was reveling in it; he knew he owned every thought or story that crossed your mind on the subject, and that quiet arrogance showed in the way he watched you, waiting to see how you’d manage not to give the two of you away in front of the others.
“Hyung, go to your room. You’re making her uncomfortable,” Jungwon insisted, his curiosity apparently having won over his patience.
“Oh, really? Was the question serious?” Jake replied, feigning surprise as his lips curved into a pout. “I thought it was just a tactic to scare us off. In that case, please, go ahead and answer. It seems my dongsaeng is desperate for a female perspective. Don’t worry, I’ll be a tomb…” He paused, letting the silence stretch long enough to make your heart skip a beat. “Or is it that, for some reason… I make you nervous?”
“Oh, please,” Sunoo sighed on your behalf, rolling his eyes in annoyance. To the others, it was nothing more than Jake’s desperate and pointless attempt to flirt with you.
You let out a huff, looking at him with that mix of disdain and smugness he found so incredibly charming.
“My first time… wasn’t bad,” you confessed, shrugging with an almost hurtful indifference.
At your words, Jake couldn’t help it; his lips pressed into a tight. That “wasn’t bad” was a direct dart, a mediocre rating you savored with an internal smile before turning your attention back to Jungwon.
“Look, Jungwon, being realistic…” You let out a sigh heavy with fake resignation. You knew Sim was hanging on your every syllable, and you had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of a compliment until he’d suffered a little more. “It’s almost impossible for a first time to be exceptional. Between the nerves, the vulnerability of being naked in front of someone, and the discomfort of the unknown, pleasure isn’t exactly the main character.”
Then you softened your tone, letting the true intention of your words come to light, directed solely at the man watching you from the sofa.
“What really matters isn’t how much experience you have, but the trust that’s built. You need someone with whom there’s such intimacy that even if that first encounter is clumsy, it becomes the perfect invitation to try again. The first time is just the starting point; what’s valuable is that the person makes you feel so safe that you want to stay and explore everything that comes after—which is where you really start to enjoy it.”
Jungwon and Sunoo nodded silently, absorbing your words as if they were a life lesson, while an enormous, uncontainable smile settled on Sim’s lips.
“And did you feel that intimacy and safety with your first time?” Jake challenged, his insolence making your toes curl under the table.
You looked at him directly, holding the staring contest until the air between you seemed to thin, completely ignoring the rest of the world.
“Yes… and I still do,” you admitted, lowering your guard for just a second.
“Lol, you heard her, Hyung. Stop trying, you don’t stand a chance,” Sunoo mocked with a laugh, convinced your words had been a sharp rejection of Jake’s flirting.
Jake reacted quickly. He clutched a hand to his chest with exaggerated drama and closed his eyes, pretending deep agony as he slid further down the sofa back.
“Ouch. Straight to the heart,” he complained in a trembling voice.
Jungwon let out a laugh, infected by Jake’s theatrics, and even Sunoo had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing harder at his Hyung’s supposed “humiliation.” The room filled with a light atmosphere as everyone celebrated how you had “put Jake in his place.” Then you took advantage of the burst of laughter to hide the heat in your face and regain control of the situation.
“Alright, alright, enough about me,” you said, clapping softly to steer the conversation in a new direction. “It’s your turn, guys. Start talking; how were your first times?”
The conversation began to flow like that, between anecdotes and increasingly compromising questions. At first there were laughs and shy complaints from Jungwon, while Sunoo threw in the occasional comment. However, the atmosphere in the bedroom gradually changed temperature almost without them noticing. The air grew thicker, postures more relaxed, and the collective tone of voice dropped a couple of octaves.
The growing trust eventually dragged them into territory where the questions were no longer about the past, but about hidden desires.
“Well, since we’re being so honest…” Jungwon said, adjusting the cushions with a mischievous smile. “Let’s talk about our fantasies. Things you’re really curious about but haven’t had the chance to experience yet.”
Sunoo let out a nervous laugh, glancing sideways at the floor. “That’s a whole other level.”
“Why? We’re among ourselves,” Jake intervened. His voice sounded rougher than usual, resonating right beside you thanks to his new position on the sofa. He was now sitting almost glued to you, one leg tucked up on the cushion, his chin resting on his knee. “For example… has any of you ever thought about wanting to be dominated?”
“Being dominated?” you repeated in a murmur.
“Actually… if I have to be specific,” he replied, subtly straightening up and resting his elbow on the back of the sofa, subtly cornering you, “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be completely at someone’s mercy. With my eyes blindfolded. Not being able to see what’s coming next, only feeling.”
A heavy silence fell over the room. Suddenly, you felt your breathing falter and your fingers clenched against the sofa fabric. The mental image of Jake completely vulnerable, eyes covered by a blindfold and waiting for your touch, immediately sent a shiver through you.
“Wow… now you really look like a total weirdo, Hyung.” Sunoo commented, shaking his head in disapproval.
Jungwon let out a chuckle. Feeling cornered by the teasing, Jake opened his mouth, offended.
“Do you have something against me or what? It’s just that—”
He was about to argue, ready to defend himself, but the electronic beep of the lock interrupted him. The sound of the door opening revealed Yuki entering the room. Upon seeing him, you froze; that was the unmistakable signal for your retreat. His arrival meant only one thing—it was already too late.
Just as predicted, you stood up.
However, noticing your immediate reaction, Jake’s world crumbled a little. He felt disoriented, invaded by a sudden pang of desperation. Your silence, combined with your haste to leave right after his revelation, set off all his alarms. What if you really had started thinking of him that way? What if, to you, he was now just a pervert with weird fantasies?
He wanted to get up, wanted to invent any excuse to walk you to the door or keep you in the hallway for a couple of minutes, but Yuki’s presence at the entrance prevented it. All he could do was watch you disappear through the doorway after a few quick goodbyes, leaving him with words still in his mouth.
Bored, frustrated, and in a terrible mood, Jake said a vague grunt of goodbye to the guys and locked himself in his room.
However, the silence of his room only worsened the overthinking. He let out a heavy sigh and walked to the bathroom to start his nighttime routine, trying to use normalcy to quiet the anxiety. He washed his face with cold water, but when he looked in the mirror, he could only remember the way you had gone completely still after his comment. He brushed his teeth with exaggerated energy, changed into comfortable pajamas, and threw himself onto the bed on his back, staring at the dark ceiling.
Tossing and turning between the sheets, he covered his face with a pillow. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know what you were thinking, even if it meant risking looking ridiculous.
He reached out, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and without thinking twice, searched for your name and pressed call. His pulse pounded as he waited.
“Hello?” you said on the other end of the line.
Hearing your voice, the knot in his stomach began to loosen. Jake quickly licked his lips and sat up straight in bed.
“Hey, beautiful. Did you make it home?” he asked in a playful tone, falling back on his usual facade to hide how much your opinion of him mattered.
He held his breath waiting for your answer, and the sound of your laugh on the other side was music to his ears.
“There was a bit of traffic in the hallway, but I’m home,” you replied, playing along naturally.
Jake let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Well, at least you didn’t sound uncomfortable. Still, the dilemma remained; he took a mental breath, debating whether he should bring up the topic.
However, before he could decide, your voice sounded again through the line.
“You beat me to it, actually. I was just about to call you,” you confessed.
That statement caught him completely off guard. Jake let out a subtle huff, feeling curiosity replace the nerves. He lowered his gaze to the mattress and unconsciously traced the wrinkles in the sheets with his fingertip, trying to channel the sudden wave of intrigue flooding him.
“Really?” A small smile formed on his lips. “What did you want to tell me?”
There was silence for a few seconds, an empty space on the line that suddenly felt dense, loaded with an expectation that accelerated his pulse again.
“Would you like to come to my apartment?”
The question hit like a bomb. Jake was stunned, his finger suspended over the sheet while his mind processed the invitation. Was this what he was thinking? Did you…?
Adrenaline surged through his veins. He jumped out of bed, kicking off the sheets, and swallowed hard to clear his throat so he wouldn’t sound as affected as he felt. “Yes. Give me two seconds.”
Hearing his rushed response, you let out another laugh.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you,” you added simply before hanging up.
Literally, Jake ran out. Still, he tried to maintain absolute discretion so as not to wake the others. He crossed the apartment in long strides and, when leaving, made sure the electronic lock didn’t make too much noise when closing.
Once in the outer hallway, the need to be cautious battled against his desperation, forcing him to move at an absurdly fast pace, almost floating so his footsteps wouldn’t echo off the building walls.
The walk to your door was a whirlwind of thoughts. The image of himself in pajamas, crossing the corridor in the middle of the night just because you had suggested it, made him realize how completely crazy you made him.
When he reached your door, he didn’t even wait to catch his breath. He knocked quickly and softly on the wood, pressing himself almost against the frame so as not to be exposed in the hallway in case someone came out at that hour.
Inside, you had barely set your phone down on the table when you heard the knocks. He really hadn’t taken even a minute. But you weren’t in any better state; the anticipation had you so alert that you opened the door almost at the first knock.
And there he was.
Jake stood in front of you, breathing somewhat raggedly, with a dark look full of such raw intensity that it sent a direct jolt to your lower belly. His eyes scanned your figure up and down, making you feel completely naked under his scrutiny. God, he looked wild, with a contained tension that screamed he was going to pounce on you at any moment—an attitude so dominant it contrasted absolutely with the submission of his fantasy.
He took a step forward, ready to cover you in a trail of kisses, but you were faster. You planted your palm against his chest, stopping his advance.
“Eh, eh… before you come in, I need one thing to be clear,” you warned, holding his gaze with a boldness that made his jaw tense. “If you take one more step… you’ll have to follow every single one of my instructions. Understood?”
Jake lowered his gaze to your hand and then locked it back on your eyes. The challenge altered his nervous system, and the submission he secretly craved began to take over. He swallowed hard and nodded subtly, handing you complete control.
“Understood,” he responded in a husky murmur.
It was then that you released the other hand from the doorknob, revealing what you had been hiding in your fingers all this time: your sleep mask.
You were completely serious; you were about to fulfill his fantasy.
“Welcome then,” you said, flashing a mischievous smile as you held it out to him. “Put it on. Now.”
He didn’t hesitate. He took the mask. His eyes never left yours for a single second as he raised his arms, passed the elastic band over his head, and adjusted it over his face, blocking the light and completely limiting his sense of sight.
“Done,” he said, stretching his hand slightly forward. “Now what, beauty?”
Enjoying the situation, you took him by the wrist to guide him inside the apartment and, with the other hand, pushed the door shut behind you with a sound that resonated like the formal start of your game.
Then you led him down the short hallway to the center of the living room, positioning him right in front of the sofa. You took your time observing him in detail; his lips were slightly parted, letting his ragged breathing escape, his jaw tense, and his hands loosely clenched into fists at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them.
“Take off your shirt,” you ordered in a low but clear voice.
Jake obeyed without the slightest hesitation. He grabbed the hem of the fabric and pulled it over his head, revealing his defined torso and the muscles of his abdomen contracting instantly with anticipation. He tossed the garment aside without caring where it landed, leaving himself exposed to you.
“Now the pants.”
His fingers immediately went to the elastic waistband of his pajamas and slid them down his legs until he was left in just his underwear. It was then that your eyes caught how his boxers were barely containing a rigid erection.
Without taking your eyes off him, you brought your hands to the straps of your own pajama dress and slid it down your body, deliberately letting it fall onto his bare feet. Feeling the brush of the fabric, you noticed Jake urgently licking his lips.
“Fuck…” he whispered “I think not seeing anything is going to drive me crazy.”
“It’s too late to regret it now,” you warned.
Before he could process your words, you planted your hands on his shoulders and gave him a push, making him fall back onto the sofa. Jake let out a choked gasp at the surprise of losing his balance; immediately, you saw his bare chest begin to rise erratically as he searched for air, his hands gripping the cushions to orient himself.
“Game rules, Jake,” you continued. You took a step and slowly slid your bare foot along his calf, moving upward with deliberation. You felt him shudder and release a trembling sigh at the contact. “I’m going to place three parts of my body against your mouth. Your only tool will be the tip of your tongue: one single touch, one single point. You have to guess exactly what part you’re tasting. If you get one right, you unlock my hands. With two correct, you unlock my mouth. And if you get all three… well, I think you’re smart enough to know what comes next. Three correct rounds. Three rewards.”
He was completely aroused. You could have sworn his cock must be aching from how hard it was.
“And if I fail?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
“If you fail, you’ll only get what you manage to unlock. And if you don’t guess anything at all… game over,” you replied with a smile, knowing he could only imagine it. “Ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” he answered, trying to sound confident, but his jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out.
You took a few seconds to stretch out the tension in the air, enjoying how he reacted to every little sound of your footsteps. With complete deliberation, you positioned yourself on his lap, sitting on top of him. Feeling the direct brush of your ass against his hard erection, Jake let out a choked moan and his whole body tensed to the limit under your weight; however, with superhuman self-control, he kept his hands gripping the sofa fabric, forcing himself to remember the no-touching rule.
For the first round, you chose a subtle but highly sensitive spot: your earlobe.
You leaned in until your skin barely brushed the corner of his lips. Feeling the contact, Jake gasped, trying to tilt his head to seek more, but stopped himself in time. Controlling his impulses, he parted his lips a little more and slid only the tip of his tongue over the delicate area.
It was a slow, wet brush. His tongue traced the small curve, savoring the scent of your perfume just behind your ear. Before he could try to suck or bite, you pulled away, leaving him with ragged breathing.
“First round,” you whispered near his face. “What part of me did you just touch, Jaeyun?”
With his brows slightly furrowed under the black silk, he replayed the texture and shape in his mind. His chest rose and fell erratically.
“It was… very close to your neck, but the shape was small and round,” he analyzed. “It’s your ear. The lobe.”
Your smile widened with pride.
“One correct,” you declared, seeing a spark of triumph and relief cross his face. “My hands are officially unlocked.”
To prove it, you planted your palms on his chest, caressing his skin with your fingertips. You felt the wild beat of his heart thundering directly against your palms and how his pectorals tensed under your touch, craving more. But you didn’t give him time to get used to it; you were already thinking about the second part of your body, one that would demand much more self-control from him.
You decided to change direction. Taking advantage of sitting on his lap, you rose onto your knees and straightened your torso, forcing him to tilt his face toward your abdomen. For this second round, you chose your belly.
Jake smiled as soon as his nose brushed your exposed skin; the heat of his breath hitting your abdomen directly made your muscles contract reflexively. He tilted his head, trying to orient himself in the darkness of your body. When he understood exactly where he was, he slowly parted his lips and let the tip of his tongue out.
With precision, Jake traced the small hollow of your navel and pulled back a few millimeters, though his lips prolonged the contact over the skin, leaving a wet, burning trail. Wow, he had behaved much better than you had imagined.
“Second round,” you said, trying not to let the breathlessness in your voice show. “What part did you taste?”
A perfectly aware, feline smile formed on his face, enjoying the subtle tremor in your tone.
“It’s part of the road to heaven. I’ve passed through there so many times. I could almost smell it,” he replied delightedly, biting his lower lip. He nearly drew a moan from you with such boldness. “Your belly.”
You were genuinely impressed by how well he was doing, but it couldn’t stay that way.
“Two correct,” you indicated, leaning toward him again to speak close to his ear before planting a kiss on his cheek. “My mouth is officially unlocked.”
Jake reacted instantly. Upon hearing the reward, he lifted his face with blind urgency, searching for your lips in the darkness with magnetic desperation. But there was still one last round, the most decisive of all; the grand prize depended on him keeping his sanity for one more minute.
You dodged his movement at the last second, tilting your face so his eager lips only found the air in the room. Jake let out a low growl, frustrated by the closeness and lack of contact.
“Not so fast” you warned in a commanding voice. “First, the last round.”
You resettled on his lap, sitting fully again so he could feel the full pressure of your center against his hardness, reminding him how close he was to the goal. For this third phase, you decided to destroy what little self-control he had left and chose a more lethal point: a nipple.
You leaned forward, arching your back to position yourself. Jake waited expectantly, hands firmly gripping the sofa, knuckles white, chest rising and falling violently. He knew you were there, millimeters away, but the blindfold prevented him from calculating the exact moment.
Then you pressed the sensitive tip of your nipple right against the center of his parted lips.
Sim let out a gasp, and his whole body jerked beneath you. Following the strict rule you had imposed, he only let the tip of his tongue peek out. Delicately, he traced the erect, ultra-sensitive texture, tasting you in a tiny but damnably intense brush that made you hold your breath. He wanted to advance, wanted to break the game to capture the area with his lips, but you pulled away just in time, breaking the contact.
“Third round,” you said with a broken voice, feeling your own pulse racing in your throat. “What was it?”
He threw his head back against the sofa, licking his lips, savoring your taste. A dark, confident smile appeared on his face, tasting victory.
“You’re tempting me to lose my mind…” he confessed, shaking his head slightly. “Your nipple.”
“Wrong,” you exclaimed, grabbing his hair. “It was one of my fingers, Jake.”
The smug smile instantly vanished from his lips. He froze for a second, processing your words, until an incredulous laugh loaded with frustration escaped his throat.
“You’re a cheater…” he grumbled, clenching his jaw. “Such a cheater. I know perfectly well what I tasted. I know your body perfectly.”
“Game rules, Jaeyun. I already told you that doesn’t count,” you teased, enjoying his desperation as you pretended to get up from his lap. “Game over. You only get what you managed to unlo—” You didn’t get to finish the sentence.
To hell with the rules. Jake couldn’t take it anymore, especially since you were playing so dirty.
He released the sofa upholstery, breaking the restriction in a millisecond. Before you could react, his large hands went straight to your hips, digging his fingers into your skin with a possessiveness that made you let out a choked cry. He pulled you down without the slightest care, pressing you against his body and eliminating any trace of distance.
“Game over? I don’t think so. I demand a rematch,” he declared, his voice completely broken by desire, totally out of control.
He tilted his face forward with perfect aim. This time there were no subtleties, no tongue tips; he captured your nipple directly with his lips, devouring the area with a deep, hungry suction that made you arch your back completely. A sharp, unrestrained moan escaped your throat as your hands desperately gripped his shoulders. Jake used his teeth with millimeter precision, right at the limit between pain and pleasure, making you lose the thread of your own lies for a second.
Gathering the little strength you had left after such an intense rush, you managed to push his chest and slide backward, escaping his grip and standing up. You moved to a safe distance while trying to normalize your breathing.
“You can’t do that. You just lost another point,” you said, pointing at him with your finger even though he couldn’t see it, trying to sound firm. “For breaking the rules, you only get the hands. The mouth is blocked again.”
Even with the black silk covering his eyes, the discontent on his features was evident. Jake pressed his lips together and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, letting out a heavy sigh.
“You’re so unfair…” he complained in a low growl, hoarse with arousal. “You know perfectly well it wasn’t your finger. You’re cheating because you realized I can guess every inch of your body even with my eyes bandaged.”
He leaned forward on the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees. His now “unlocked” hands opened and closed in the air, blindly searching for the edge of your thighs, missing the heat of your body on his.
“Come here,” he asked, changing his tone to a much more suggestive one. “Come and show me what you’re going to do with these hands, since they’re supposedly the only thing I won.”
“But yours are still restricted, Jake. Put them behind your back,” you ordered, taking a step toward him, the sound of your footsteps putting him on alert again.
Jake let out another dry, incredulous laugh, but didn’t move immediately. He tilted his head, trying to follow your trail through the darkness of the blindfold.
“Behind my back?” he repeated, the corner of his lips lifting in a defiant smirk. “You take away my mouth, sabotage my points, and now you want to leave me defenseless. You’re a sinister dictator, you know that?”
Despite the complaint, Jake eventually gave in. He brought both arms behind him, interlacing his fingers behind his back and exposing his broad chest and neck even more, leaving himself completely disarmed before whatever you decided to do with him.
“Well, little dictator,” he said in a husky whisper, letting his head fall back against the sofa in a posture of absolute surrender. “Hands secured. I’m all yours.”
“Good boy,” you praised, your voice dragging in a whisper loaded with dangerous sweetness as you approached.
You slid right into the space between his spread legs and knelt between them. Jake became completely agitated at feeling your closeness, and a trembling sigh escaped his lips.
You slid your fingers down his abdomen, feeling the muscles contract under your touch. You slowly lowered to the edge of his boxers and yanked them down, freeing his cock. It was rock hard, pink at the tip with a bead of precum escaping. You grabbed it with one hand at the base, fitting your palm to his thickness, and began to stroke him with slow, firm movements.
You used your thumb to spread that precum along his entire length, lubricating the hot skin and making sure to brush the hypersensitive head every time you went up.
“I’m warning you right now, I won’t last long…” Jake growled, practically melting against the sofa back while his fingers interlaced tightly behind his back to keep from breaking position.
You squeezed a little tighter, twisting your wrist at the head every time you went up. You stroked him with a steady rhythm, enjoying how he throbbed against your palm and the wet sounds your skin made against his. With your other hand, you caressed the inside of his thighs, lightly scratching with your nails, making him tremble.
Just when he was starting to resign himself, believing that manual stimulation would be the only thing he’d get from you all night, you broke the pattern. You leaned forward and took the head of his cock directly into your mouth.
“Ahh… shit!” Jake let out a hoarse, surprised moan; his whole body shuddered.
You started sucking him with fervor—going deep, sucking hard, letting your saliva soak everything while your hand continued stroking the part that didn’t fit in your mouth. You made it noisy, unhurried but hungry. Your tongue swirled around the head, pressing the frenulum, swallowing him until he hit the back of your throat.
“God… your mouth is so perfect,” he panted, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping them behind his back.
You sucked him faster, occasionally pulling him out of your mouth just to lick the entire length and spit on the head before taking him in again. Jake was completely losing his mind. His breathing was a chaos of broken gasps, and he lamented internally for missing such a spectacle; having to imagine the scene was killing him. He wanted to see if it looked as obscene as it sounded and felt.
Then you went even lower. You licked his balls and took one fully into your mouth, sucking it gently while your hand kept stroking him fast.
“Please!” Jake let out a broken, desperate moan, unable to take it anymore. “Please, my precious… take off the blindfold… I want to see you… I need to see you sucking me…”
You sucked harder on the ball, pulling it out of your mouth with a filthy sound before moving to lick the other.
“I want to see your face… please…” he begged, voice broken. “I can’t take it anymore without looking at you…”
He tried to thrust his hips upward, seeking to fuck your mouth, but you pulled away completely, leaving his wet cock throbbing helplessly.
“Did I say you can moving?” you asked in an authoritative tone.
Jake let out a moan loaded with agonizing frustration at the punishment of distance.
“You’re in charge…” he responded through gritted teeth, jaw clenched and breathing ragged. “You’re in charge, fuck… but please… let me see you.”
You rose subtly, bracing one hand on the sofa back to lean over him. You reduced the space until your lips brushed his in a torturous way, letting him feel the heat of your breath but without granting the kiss he so desperately wanted.
“Your hands stay behind your back. The blindfold stays where it is. And I decide when, where, and how I’m going to fuck you,” you whispered directly against his mouth. “Understood?”
“Yes… yes, my goddess,” he murmured in a thread of a voice, completely surrendered to your control.
You traced the inside of your cheek with your tongue before biting your lower lip to contain the delighted smile that wanted to form at the way he had just called you. Jake’s submission was far too addictive an elixir. At that very moment, you decided you would finally give it to him; you were going to be fair to the fact that he had earned the three rewards with flying colors.
Without breaking the silence enveloping the room, you brought your hands to your hips. You yanked your panties off in one tug, letting them fall somewhere on the floor, completely ready to give him the full experience and take definitive control of his pleasure.
You positioned yourself astride him again, bracing your knees on either side of his hips. You saw how he reacted instantly to the change in weight, squirming a little on the sofa in a titanic effort to control his impulses with you so close.
You grabbed his length with one hand, slowly rubbing it against your soaked pussy, coating him with your wetness, brushing the swollen head right against your clit. Jake let out a low, desperate moan, and his hips trembled visibly with the superhuman effort of not moving.
“You already know: no hands, don’t move,” you reminded him in a warning-laden murmur, and he responded only with a broken sigh.
You rose a little higher on your knees and, without further preamble, let yourself drop and sank onto him in one go, taking him to the hilt. Both of you let out a long, guttural moan. He was so fucking hard and hot that he filled you completely, stretching you in a delicious way that took your breath away.
“Please, my goddess…” he moaned in a choked plea. “You’ve got me so tight… If you stay still, I’m going to come soon.”
You started moving slowly but deeply, rotating your hips in tight circles, feeling every inch of him inside you. Your hands braced on his chest, nails digging in slightly as you rose and fell. Every time you dropped down hard, his cock hit that spot inside you, drawing short, sharp moans from you.
Jake was completely lost in the sensations. His head was thrown back against the sofa, mouth slightly open and lips swollen, letting out hoarse, shameless moans every time you dropped hard onto him. The muscles in his arms stood out tense from the effort of keeping his hands interlaced behind his back, while his chest rose and fell, glistening with sweat.
“My goddess… you’re killing me,” he moaned, voice broken, almost pleading.
You increased the pace, riding him harder and deeper. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the entire room, mixing with his increasingly loud moans and your own broken gasps. You leaned forward, biting hard on the side of his neck and then his shoulder, marking him as you kept fucking him without mercy.
In the midst of the pleasure, you captured his mouth with yours in a desperate, wet kiss. Jake responded with hunger, moaning against your lips as his tongue tangled with yours, giving himself completely to the kiss as if it were the only thing keeping him sane.
You broke the kiss with a slow bite on his lower lip, tugging before releasing it. Jake panted hard, mouth wet and reddened, desperately seeking your breath.
Then he let out an especially loud moan, almost a sob of pleasure, when you started bouncing faster on his cock. His hips tried to thrust upward on instinct, but you stopped dead, leaving him buried inside you without moving.
“No,” you warned, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head back slightly. “Don’t misbehave now, Jaeyun. Not when you were doing so well.”
“Sorry… sorry,” he pleaded, breathing agitatedly. “Please… don’t stop…"
You resumed the movement with the same intensity. Jake was at the limit; his abdomen visibly contracted with every descent of yours.
However, suddenly his voice came out broken, completely destroyed by desperation.
“Fuck… I regret it,” he admitted in gasps that bordered on sobs. “I need to see you… I know I wanted this, but I didn’t know what I was asking for. Not seeing you is destroying me… Please, beautiful… take off the blindfold. I need to look at you while you ride me… I beg you, my love.”
His desperate plea provoked a dark, extremely satisfied smile from you. You leaned over him without stopping the rhythm of your bounces, enjoying how his cock swelled and throbbed even more inside you as he felt your chest brush against his, and grabbed his jaw with one hand.
“You’re such a crybaby,” you teased in a cruel yet sweet whisper. “The one who wanted to be blindfolded so badly can’t handle it now? Have you already given up?”
Jake could only nod with a hoarse whimper caught in his throat. So then, you stretched your fingers to the back of his head, grabbed the elastic, and yanked it off in one tug.
Jake blinked several times, disoriented and dazzled by the sudden light in the room. But when his dilated pupils and dark, glassy eyes from the effort finally focused on you—naked, sweaty, hair messy, riding him—he let out a guttural moan, a sound loaded with an almost painful devotion.
“Goddamn…” he breathed, devouring every feature of yours as if he were a thirsty man finding water. “You’re an angel… You’re so goddamn beautiful, my life. Not seeing you was pure torture; I was going crazy.”
A spark of pure adoration and lust ignited in his gaze. His eyes immediately dropped, hypnotized, fixing on the exact point where your pussy swallowed him again and again, devouring his length to the base. Seeing the contrast of your skin against his, seeing how you opened for him while keeping control, was too much.
It was clear he had already been at the limit before you removed the blindfold. He just needed to see you to have the full picture for his complete release.
“Bae… I’m going to…” he warned urgently, breathing raggedly, unable to look away from your body.
He didn’t get to finish the sentence.
You clenched your muscles around his cock and kept riding him at the same rhythm. Jake let out a long, hoarse moan as his whole body began to tremble beneath you. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, then on your bouncing breasts, and again on where your bodies joined, as if he couldn’t decide which part of you was driving him crazier.
With one last choked moan, he came.
His cock pulsed hard inside you, filling you with hot, thick spurts while he looked you straight in the eyes. His whole body shuddered, mouth slightly open, expression completely lost in pleasure.
Seeing him come like that, feeling him fill you while he looked at you with that mix of adoration and lust, pushed you into orgasm almost instantly. You leaned forward, nails digging into his chest, and came with a sharp moan, contracting hard around him.
Jake panted with overwhelming force beneath you, still pulsing weakly inside you. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded by exhaustion and pleasure, but he didn’t look away from your face for a single second. Feeling the spasms of your climax, the need to protect you broke any previous rule: he pulled his hands from their prison behind his back and used them to wrap around you and hold you against him, anchoring you to his body while you trembled.
“I needed to see you…” he murmured in a broken, extremely hoarse and satisfied voice, almost breathless against your ear. “Just that… God, I just needed to look at you. I swear, never again… never again in my fucking life am I asking you to blindfold me. Seeing you is an essential part of all this; having to imagine your pretty little face while you moaned, your breasts bouncing with every movement, the way you look at me… No, definitely not for me.”
“Well, I’m sorry your fantasy wasn’t what you expected,” you teased, letting a small smile escape as you delicately traced the contour of his sweaty jaw.
“No, don’t misunderstand me, it wasn’t bad at all. But depriving me of sight when I have such a fucking beautiful woman to admire was pure punishment,” he corrected immediately, lifting his head a little to search for your eyes with absolute admiration. “But I admit I loved how you took the control. That just climbed to the top of my favorites list, no doubt. I was fascinated that you were such a tyrant with me.”
“I’m glad you liked it, honey” you whispered very close to his lips. “Cause now that I know how well you obey when you set your mind to it… I’m going to be a tyrant much more often.”
Before he could process the threat, you closed the distance and sealed it with a deep, possessive kiss, savoring the exhaustion and adoration in his mouth. Jake let out a sigh against your lips, giving himself completely to the contact while his finally free hands slid down your back, settling on your hips before gliding to outline the curves of your ass with pleasure, pressing you against him.
“Do you think I don’t realize, you little minx?” he said against your lips in the middle of the kiss. “This was your fantasy, wasn’t it? Making me beg for you.”
You held his gaze from above, letting him see a sly smile that betrayed someone who had just been caught but had no qualms about admitting it.
“You’re so smart, Sim,” you murmured, brushing your mouth against his. “You never disappoint. As expected from my good boy.”
“You’re terrible…” he said with narrowed eyes. It wasn’t a reproach—it was pure delight. “But fuck… I love when you are.”
He admitted, before sealing his lips in another kiss, madly loving that unique, burning intimacy that he had only found with you, and you with him. They were the exact definition of each other’s fantasy—finding someone with whom to feel this way.
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ᥫ᭡.ִ𓂃Enabler Bf! Jongseong x Mischievous Gf! Reader: cheating roleplay, wall sex, fingering, marking, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, P in V, creampie, multiple orgasms, explicit content, dom! Jongseong, MDNI.
The weight of the day seemed to slip from Jongseong’s shoulders the moment he closed the door behind him. The entryway welcomed him with that warm glow only a true home can offer. With a sigh, he shrugged off his coat, hanging it on the rack, and kicked off his shoes, savoring the first feel of the soft carpet beneath his feet.
“Jongseong-nie!” Your voice rang down the hallway, bright and bursting with an energy he still couldn’t figure out how you summoned at this hour.
He didn’t need to look to know what was coming; his heartbeat quickened from muscle memory alone. A genuine smile—the first of the day that wasn’t forced—lit up his tired face. He closed the distance in a few strides, arms opening wide. After an exhausting day that had drained every last drop of his vitality, there was nothing Jongseong craved more than this. You were, in the purest sense, a shot of dopamine straight to his system.
The collision was instant. You wrapped him in a hug so fierce it forced him back a step. Before he could even greet you, you crashed your lips against his in a kiss that tasted less like “welcome home” and more like raw hunger. When his hands instinctively found your waist, his fingers slid—almost in surprise—over the slick surface of your silk robe. The fabric was so thin he could feel the heat of your skin beneath it, a tactile warning that left him breathless.
Jongseong cracked one eye open, thrown by the intensity of your assault. He searched for an explanation for this sudden fire, but found only you—eyes closed, cheeks flushed, completely lost in the contact.
Swept up in the rhythm of the moment, he took control of the next move. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed you gently but with undeniable masculine firmness toward the nearest wall. The thud of your back against it drew a soft gasp from you, which he devoured immediately. His hands left the silk to cradle your jaw, tilting your head for a deeper, more possessive angle. You felt the solid weight of his body pressing into yours, erasing any remaining space, earning a moan of approval from you that only fueled the spark of a game he didn’t yet realize you had started.
Then you decided it was time to reveal the first piece of your fantasy. You pulled back just a fraction, enough for your breaths to mingle in the narrow gap.
“You shouldn’t have come, Jongseong. You need to leave right now…” you whispered against his lips, your voice slightly hoarse from lack of air. Your hands slid from his neck to rest on his chest, feigning resistance even as your fingers clutched his shirt, betraying you completely. “My husband is in the bedroom. It’s dangerous for you to be here.”
Jongseong froze. For a second, his mind short-circuited as he tried to make sense of your words. Your husband? What the hell were you talking about? The confusion hit him hard, making him wonder if the day’s exhaustion was causing hallucinations or if you had actually lost your mind.
“Your… what?” he managed, bewildered, his eyes scanning your face for any logical explanation.
“Shh…” You raised a hand and pressed a finger to his lips, the gesture firm and laced with sensuality that silenced him at once. “If he hears you, it’s over.”
But then he caught the gleam in your eyes—that playful half-smile and the way you bit your lower lip, waiting for him. Jongseong understood the game. He was the “intruder,” the secret lover cornering you in the hallway while the “man of the house” slept just meters away. A flash of amusement mixed with renewed desire crossed his dark gaze. If you wanted to play at being sneaky, he would excel in the role.
“Your husband, huh? So he’s in there?” Jongseong murmured, dropping his voice to a deep, gravelly baritone that sent a shiver racing down your spine.
His hands gripped your hips with possessive strength, yanking you forward until you were anchored against his pelvis. There, the growing bulge of his arousal pressed firmly against your stomach—a physical proof that your little game had ignited him instantly.
“Then you’d better not scream,” he warned, his hot breath brushing your ear, “because I’m not leaving without what I came for.”
A delighted little laugh—almost a purr—escaped you at how smoothly he played along. Your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, tugging him down just a bit more.
“You should probably keep my mouth occupied then…” you whispered, arching your back to feel him better.
He let out a low chuckle and shook his head slowly, his gaze so dark it made your knees weak.
“Oh, I’m not promising anything,” he muttered. One hand slid up to your throat, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I couldn’t care less about your marriage, and I care even less about that idiot sleeping in there. Let him think he has a devoted wife—that’s your problem. I only came for what’s mine.”
Jongseong tightened his fingers around your neck—not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel his dominance.
“So grit your teeth, beautiful,” he growled against your lips, “because I won’t be showing you any mercy.”
He didn’t give you time to reply. He kissed you hard, his tongue invading your mouth and claiming every corner while his body pinned you to the wall. The silk robe, barely a symbolic barrier, couldn’t withstand his urgency. With one tug, he undid the knot, letting the fabric slip from your shoulders and pool on the floor.
Immediately, his large, hot, demanding hands claimed your bare skin. They traveled up your sides to squeeze your breasts, roughly brushing and pinching your already hardened nipples. The sensation tore a moan from you that he swallowed at once, sealing your lips with his to smother the sound.
“Hey, hey, gorgeous…” he hissed against your ear, his tone teasing and husky as he nipped your earlobe. “Did you already forget your husband is sleeping right down the hall? You’re going to have to be a lot quieter if you don’t want us to get caught.”
Without giving you a chance to recover, he slid one hand between your thighs, using his knee to part your legs and gain better access. His fingers found your soaked center almost instantly, drawing a low groan of pure satisfaction from him. “Look at you… you’re practically dripping. I bet this only happens with me.”
He smirked, then plunged two fingers inside you without warning, curling them immediately to hit that exact spot that made you lose your mind. At the same time, his palm pressed against your clit, rubbing it with expert rhythm while his mouth moved down your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks you’d have to hide tomorrow.
"No, you can't mark me" Your hands clung desperately to his shoulders, searching for an anchor as the pleasure built too quickly, threatening to overwhelm you.
“Too late, I already did. Agh, you’re handling this way too well…” Jongseong murmured against your skin, his warm breath burning your neck. “I must be doing something wrong if you’re still staying this quiet.”
Not giving you time to process his words, he added a third finger abruptly, stretching you in a deliciously sudden way. His hand moved relentlessly—fingers thrusting in and out with controlled power, expertly curling to stroke that spongy spot over and over without a single second of relief. His broad palm slapped rhythmically against your swollen clit, sending waves of pure ecstasy through your entire body.
Your back arched sharply against the wall, muscles straining to their limit. The moan fighting to escape your throat was too powerful to contain, so on pure instinct you slapped a hand over your mouth, pressing hard to stifle the sound that threatened to “betray” you.
Jongseong looked up. Seeing you covering your mouth like that, a knowing, arrogant smile curved his lips—the very smile you hated loving. His eyes sparkled with amusement and lust, reminding you that both of you were thoroughly enjoying the game.
“You’re unbelievable…” he growled, voice rough with arousal at your effort to stay in control.
Far from showing mercy, he sped up the movement of his hand, fucking you deeper and faster with his fingers, applying perfect pressure to your clit. Every thrust grew more intense, more demanding, pushing you mercilessly toward the edge. His body kept you firmly pinned to the wall, his hard length rubbing against your thigh like a silent promise of what was coming.
So. The orgasm hit you inevitably.
Your entire body tensed, shaking uncontrollably. Intense, deep pleasure exploded in your core, spreading in hot waves that made you clench hard around his fingers. Your inner walls pulsed again and again, contracting in delicious spasms while you desperately tried to muffle your cries against your palm. Your knees gave out completely, but Jongseong held you up with his body, fingers still buried inside, drawing out your climax with slow, deep strokes until you fell apart, panting and trembling against the wall.
Only when your breathing began to steady did he withdraw his fingers, brushing your still-throbbing entrance with his fingertips.
“I’m going to give you something you definitely won’t be able to hide…” he promised, watching your chest rise and fall. “This time, not even covering your mouth with both hands will help, beautiful.”
Even with shaky legs and goosebumps covering your skin, you couldn’t help letting out a defiant, almost mocking laugh. You looked at him through narrowed eyes with a feigned dismissive expression—a mask of arrogance that only stoked the fire higher, though your dilated pupils and gleaming gaze gave you away completely: you were on cloud nine.
“You talk a big game, Jongseong…” you panted, voice provocative and breathless. “But relax, I already know you prefer words because actions are too much for you. That’s why I chose him, not you.”
His reaction was immediate.
You definitely knew which buttons to push to shatter his self-control. The air in the hallway seemed to thicken, growing heavy as Jongseong ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, jaw tense, eyes filled with dark possessiveness. He was fully committed to the role of the pride-wounded lover.
Fuck, in that moment he really hated that nonexistent bastard.
Without breaking eye contact, his hands moved to his belt with rough determination. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed, followed by the dull sound of leather sliding through the loops and the harsh, almost violent rasp of his zipper.
“I talk too much…” he repeated, savoring the words like sweet poison. “Funny… because right now you’re the one soaking for the guy who ‘only talks.’”
In one fluid motion, he lifted you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct as he slammed you against the wall with his body. The impact knocked the breath from you in a broken gasp. Jongseong held you steady with one strong hand under your ass while the other finished shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.
Thick, heavy, and rock-hard, it slapped against your inner thigh, leaving a hot trail of precum on your skin.
“You chose him, eh?” he repeated against your mouth, nearly growling as he aligned the swollen head of his cock with your dripping entrance. “You’re going to regret saying that shit, beautiful.”
Then he thrust upward in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
The moan that tore from your throat was loud—impossible to contain.
“All that attitude just to end up like this…” he warned, voice strained even as his eyes burned with satisfaction. “See? I barely put it in and you’re already failing, princess.”
He started fucking you hard. Deep, brutal, relentless thrusts that lifted you and dropped you back down onto his thick length, hitting the deepest parts of you with every roll of his hips. The angle was devastating. Each thrust filled you completely, rubbing that spot that made you lose all reason. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against your breasts, his belt still dangling and lightly slapping your skin with every drive, reminding you that he was still almost fully dressed while he pounded you without mercy.
“Feel that…” he growled, picking up speed. “Does he give you this? Tell me.”
Each thrust grew stronger than the last. He held you effortlessly, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he moved you up and down his length without pause. The wet, obscene sound of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over became the soundtrack to your stifled moans.
“I want to hear you,” he demanded, voice hoarse with effort. “Tell me—who do you belong to?”
He shifted the angle slightly and began fucking you with shorter, sharper thrusts, striking that sensitive spot nonstop. Your nails dug into his shoulders, clutching his wrinkled shirt as you felt pleasure rising dangerously fast again, coiling tight in your belly.
When you took just a second too long to answer, Jongseong gripped your ass possessively and delivered one especially deep, brutal thrust—lifting you almost completely before slamming you back down with his full weight onto his cock.
“Yours!” you cried out, eyes watery, voice shattered with pleasure.
“That’s right…” he whispered with satisfaction, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours while continuing to fuck you without mercy. “Mine. All mine.”
He kissed you hungrily, swallowing the next moan that escaped as he increased the pace, driving into you harder, deeper, lifting and dropping you onto his thick cock.
The orgasm crashed into you suddenly—violent and blinding. Your whole body locked around him, inner walls contracting powerfully, squeezing his cock in intense, continuous spasms. A scorching liquid heat surged from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your legs trembled around his waist and a long, muffled moan vibrated against his mouth.
But Jongseong didn’t stop. He kept moving.
“Yes, Jongseong… please…” you begged between gasps. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”
A wicked smile curved his lips. His eyes gleamed with something primal.
He gripped your ass tighter, spreading your cheeks to sink even deeper. Then your second climax hit—stronger, almost painfully intense. You felt it building fast and unstoppable until it exploded. Your pussy clenched around his cock so hard that Jongseong let out a guttural groan. Devastating pleasure tore through your entire body, making you arch your back as a sharp, broken cry escaped your throat. “Jongseong…! Ahh…!”
Your eyes rolled back. You sobbed against his shoulder, biting down as your body convulsed. The ecstasy had become almost unbearable; every slide of his cock inside you was exquisite torture.
That was the final trigger.
Jongseong released a deep groan, hissing at the sting of your bite, but he didn’t stop. His hips snapped against yours in erratic, desperate thrusts as his own orgasm overtook him. You felt his cock swell inside you, pulsing as he spilled thick, hot ropes of cum deep within. He kept pushing, as if determined to empty himself completely, filling you until you felt it overflowing.
“Fuck…” he muttered, voice broken. “That’s it… take it all, baby.”
Silence returned to the hallway, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and the frantic beating of two hearts still trying to calm down.
Jongseong didn’t pull out. He stayed there, holding you against the wall a little longer. He pressed a kiss—almost reverent in its gentleness—to one of the reddened marks his passion had left on your skin, before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.
“Be honest—your husband’s deaf, right?” he said with a husky laugh, the kind that only appeared when he was truly satisfied. “Because that scream… damn, baby, I swear the neighbors heard it.”
You let out a genuine laugh that vibrated in the small space still left between your bodies, signaling the end of the roles you had both played.
“How did you know?” you teased between giggles, tracing his jaw with your fingers while failing to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “I didn’t think you’d go along with it.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He tilted his head, catching your palm in a kiss whose tenderness contrasted sharply with the roughness of minutes earlier. “I loved it, princess. Next time I pick the scenario, deal?”
Your eyes widened slightly in surprise at the spark of anticipation shining in his gaze. It seemed this was only the first of many role-plays and improvisations that would define their nights together—a promise that from now on, their desire would be an endless stage where the greatest pleasure wasn’t just the act itself, but discovering what role they would play before losing control.
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heyy. i have an idea for a fic. jake is an obgyn who also takes care of wife!reader because he wants to see the progress of their child every month. then jake asked her whether she wants to do the natural birth or c-sections. she answered the first one. and since the due date is getting closer, he also suggests that they both should have sex often to help initiate labor. you can do the rest!
🩹𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟHusband/Doctor! Jake x Wife/Patient! Reader: pregnancy intimacy, P in V, praise kink, sweet-dirty talk, gentle and devotion husband, stimulation, fluff-smut, soft sex, initial context, MDNI.
Hey! Thank you for trusting on me with your idea, I hope you enjoy reading it! 💕
You walked down the hallway with slow, measured steps, feeling every gram of those thirty-eight weeks of pregnancy settling into your lower back. In one hand, you carried your prenatal check-up folder, which that afternoon seemed heavier than usual. When the automatic doors opened in front of you, your eyes immediately found his.
Jake, who had been reviewing some documents at the counter, set them aside without a second thought and came straight to you.
“Well, look who’s here—my precious patient,” he said sweetly.
He took the folder from your hand and, at the same time, wrapped an arm around your waist, replacing your own hand on your lower back with his and offering you immediate relief.
“Sign her in, please, Miss. Jung. I’ll start with her right away,” he told his assistant.
“You should let me register like a normal patient,” you chided in an amused whisper as you crossed the threshold into his office.
Jake ignored your protest with a barely concealed smile and hurried to help you onto the examination table, guarding every one of your movements to spare you the slightest effort.
“It’s because you’re not just any patient,” he replied with a slight shrug, sitting on the stool in front of you. “Mrs. Sim, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about being your own husband’s favorite.”
You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but the spark of complicity in his gaze was enough to make you let out a soft laugh. Seeing him in his element, wearing that white coat and exuding that natural confidence in his office, always had the same effect on you: a mixture of immense pride and a warmth that lingered in your chest.
“Well, first let’s check on Mom,” he said, slipping back into his professional tone as he picked up the sphygmomanometer.
He immediately wrapped the cuff around your arm. The silence in the office was broken only by the sound of the Velcro and your calm breathing. Jake kept his gaze fixed, concentrated, as his fingers found your pulse. He waited a few seconds, listening to the soft hiss of air escaping the cuff, before noting the results in your chart.
As soon as he finished, he set the equipment aside and leaned toward you, closing the distance to place a chaste, tender kiss on your forehead.
“Everything’s fine, my love,” he whispered with a smile, brushing his nose against yours. “Your blood pressure is perfect, just as I expected from my favorite patient. Now, let’s see how our little one is doing.”
Jake set the folder down and pulled a flexible measuring tape from his pocket. He positioned himself at your side, holding your arm for stability.
“That’s it, love. Lean back a little more,” he asked, making sure you were comfortable and not short of breath. “There… are you comfortable?”
You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile as he lifted the hem of your blouse, exposing the tight curve of your belly.
“Let’s see…” he murmured to himself. With extreme care, he slid the tape from the top of your uterus to your pubic bone. “Thirty-four centimeters. Our little one has just the right amount of space in there; I’m starting to worry he’s getting too comfortable,” he joked. “Let’s check his position today.”
His fingers began applying gentle but firm pressure, exploring your belly. Suddenly, his movements anchored on the lower part of your pelvis. His eyebrows rose and a spark of surprise lit up his face. Jake palpated again just above your pelvic bone and then looked at you directly, unable to hide his excitement.
“Well, it looks like someone is getting ready for the big day,” he said, his smile widening. “He’s completely engaged, my love. His little head is already in position, right where it should be. God, I can’t wait to see this…”
He exclaimed, taking a seat in his rolling chair and sliding toward the monitor. But before reaching for the gel, he stopped. He leaned over your belly and placed a kiss right where he had felt the baby.
The gesture moved you deeply. You stretched out your hand and stroked his dark hair, letting your fingers tangle in his strands while he stayed there, resting against you. Jake closed his eyes for a second, savoring your touch, before sitting up with a look overflowing with happiness.
“I already want him here with us,” he confessed in a whisper full of longing.
However, his professional demeanor returned the moment he picked up the gel bottle; he was a walking duality, able to switch from devoted husband to doctor in the blink of an eye. He warmed it slightly between his hands, as he always did to spare you the cold, and applied it to your abdomen. At the touch of the transducer, the screen lit up with the familiar gray and white shadows.
Jake adjusted the controls with skill until the image became clear.
“There he is,” he said, pointing at the screen. “Look at his profile… and there’s the heartbeat.”
The rhythmic, powerful sound of their son’s heart filled the room. Jake stared at the image for a moment, analyzing not only the visuals but also the technical measurements appearing on the edges of the monitor. His professional gaze scanned the data quickly until it stopped at one point, leaving him thoughtful.
“How would you prefer to deliver? Natural process or cesarean?” he asked suddenly.
The question caught you off guard. In a doctor’s language, a question like that out of nowhere usually signaled complications. Jake read the hint of panic in your features and immediately took your hand in his, interlacing your fingers.
“No, no, it’s nothing to worry about, my love. I’m just curious about how you picture it,” he reassured you, softening his expression.
“I’d like it to be natural…” you answered with some caution. “Why? Is there a problem?”
“Not at all. It’s just that I can still see your cervix is a bit long and closed,” he explained honestly, setting the transducer aside and picking up a towel to wipe off the gel. “Physically, the baby is already in position, ready to come out, but your body seems to be taking things a little more calmly. We’re going to need a small nudge if we want the process to start on its own.”
“And what would that nudge be?” you asked, watching him as he carefully cleaned your belly.
Jake looked up, and that lopsided smile—the one that always made you suspect his true intentions—appeared on his face.
“I’ll tell you at the right time. In a few days, when you’re entering week thirty-nine, we’ll talk about it,” he replied, reaching out to gently stroke your hair.
You wrinkled your nose, narrowing your eyes as you tried to decipher his expression.
“You know I hate it when you speak in code, Sim. If you’re going to get all mysterious, you’d better buy me a delicious dinner on the way home,” you said, with an adorably grumpy tone.
Jake let out a soft chuckle as he helped you sit up from the table.
“Alright. Let’s get that dinner,” he concluded, guiding you toward the exit. “But you’ll see—it’s nothing bad. In fact, you’re going to like it.”
Time seemed to speed up after that appointment, and almost without realizing it, the calendar marked the beginning of the final stretch.
You were lying in the spacious bed, surrounded by pillows that tried to ease the weight of your belly. You wanted to focus on reading a book, but your eyes kept drifting to the clock, growing uneasy as the night advanced with no sign of him. However, just seconds later, the absolute silence of the house was broken by the subtle click of the lock; followed by the sound of familiar footsteps approaching the bedroom.
Jake entered with a weary gait, letting out a long sigh that betrayed an intense day at the hospital. He stopped at the foot of the bed and gave you a smile full of adoration. With almost mechanical movements, he began his disconnection ritual: he brought a hand to his wrist to unfasten his watch and left it on the dresser.
“You’re still awake, my love,” he observed, starting to loosen his tie with one hand. “I thought sleep would have won the battle today. Is something bothering you?”
He undid the first buttons of his shirt before sitting on the edge of the mattress.
“You left at dawn because one of your patients went into labor, and you’re only just getting back now. Can it really take that long?” you asked, instinctively placing your hands on your belly. It was inevitable that the fear would seep into your words; being so close to the due date turned any birth story into a shadow of what awaited you.
Jake’s fingers began tracing your legs before focusing on massaging one of your feet. It was impossible to contain the sigh of relief that escaped your lips as you surrendered completely to the perfect pressure of his hand.
“It actually can. It was a very delicate case from the beginning of the pregnancy,” he admitted, pressing his lips together as he relived the stress of the job for a second. Then he shook his head, chasing away those memories. “But enough about my day. What matters here is you two. How are you feeling? How has our little one been behaving today?” he asked, his thumbs drawing circles on your ankle. “Have you felt any unusual pressure?”
You shook your head, setting the book aside.
“What I do feel is that he’s going to break one of my ribs; his feet are right up here,” you confessed with a tired grimace. “If I’m being completely honest, Ikeu, I’d love for it to happen already. I can’t take it anymore.”
He let out a soft laugh and nodded slowly, subtly biting his lower lip, his gaze fixed on some nonexistent point as if an internal thought had just clicked perfectly into place.
“At this point, we could start working on that. It really doesn’t matter if he comes a few days early—he’s ready,” he said, more to himself than to you. Then his eyes returned to yours, filled with a new intensity. “Tell me, beautiful… would you follow any instruction from your doctor?”
You raised an eyebrow and nodded obviously, a spark of curiosity replacing your fatigue.
“I always do,” you murmured.
Then his hands left your legs. With deliberate slowness, Jake stood up beside the bed, maintaining eye contact in a way that made you forget what you had been talking about just seconds before.
His fingers undid the last buttons of his shirt; the garment slid off his shoulders and fell to the floor, revealing the firmness of his torso.
There were no explanations yet; he had you mesmerized, captive to the way he undressed in front of you.
Jake unbuckled his belt as he approached again, resting one knee on the mattress. The bed frame creaked under his weight, and suddenly the space between you was reduced to almost nothing.
“I know exactly how to help you with that,” he assured, his breath brushing your slightly parted lips in anticipation. “Babe, do you remember our most hormonal phase? The one where we ended up doing it every time we saw each other, no matter where we were?”
His hand began traveling from your knee upward in a caress, leaving a tingling sensation along the path of skin it traced.
“We can induce your labor by going back to being those two. With all the sex you can handle,” he said, leaving the proposal hanging in the air. “Of course, only if you feel comfortable with it. Only if you want… But if you accept, you can be sure that from today onward, every time you have me close, you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen.”
Mentally, Jake had prepared himself for a flood of clinical questions, but instead he saw the corners of your lips beginning to lift with a certain charm.
“Well…” you said in your smooth tone, grabbing the hem of your pajama top and pulling it off in one movement, tossing it aside. “I don’t question the experts. Doctor’s orders are doctor’s orders.”
You finished, then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him toward you with a need that took him by surprise. He leaned over you carefully so as not to press on your belly. A groan vibrated deep in his throat at your initiative, and he tilted his head to fit better with you, deepening the union of your lips. It was then that your tongues met slowly, exploring each other with familiarity and desire. It felt like a necessary reunion after those days when the tension of the final stretch of pregnancy had kept you somewhat distant from that kind of contact.
“Are you sure? You don’t need… any medical explanation? Nothing?” he managed to say between erratic breaths, his lips traveling from your mouth to your collarbone.
“No,” you replied, tilting your neck to invite him to continue. “I trust the doctor, yes. But above all, I trust my husband blindly.”
Your words hit Jake deep in his chest. A low, husky growl escaped his throat, almost as if you had taken his breath away.
“Fuck, baby…” he hissed. “You have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that.”
He kissed you again, deep and desperate, before rising to his knees on the bed. Without taking his eyes off you, he finished removing his pants and boxers in one motion. His erection sprang free, hard, brushing against his abdomen.
Without wasting time, Jake helped you turn onto your side, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and back as he moved you. He placed several pillows strategically—one under your head, another supporting your swollen belly, and one more between your knees to keep you aligned and comfortable.
“Like this, ma sweetheart…” he murmured against your nape, pressing his chest to your back. His erection rested between the curve of your ass, still covered by your pajama shorts. “Spooning is perfect for you right now. I want you relaxed and focused only on feeling pleasure. I’ll take care of everything, okay?”
You nodded, biting your lower lip in anticipation. His hand slid down your hip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear. He pulled them down carefully along your thighs and legs until he removed them. After tossing the garments aside, his hands didn’t return right away; instead, his fingertips traced the path back, savoring every curve of your body as if memorizing it.
“Much better…” he whispered, pressing himself fully against you again, skin to skin, caressing your belly. “You’re so beautiful. With every change and every new detail I discover in you, I become more convinced: you are, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen in this life.”
Jake left a kiss on your bare shoulder before moving down to the exact spot where it met your neck, marking your skin with tenderness. Delighted sighs escaped you as you completely surrendered to the intoxication of his caresses.
With a deliberate movement, he slid his hot erection between your thighs, brushing your wet entrance without entering yet. The head of his cock began pressing against your clit as he rocked his hips in a slow back-and-forth motion, coating himself with your wetness.
“Feel that, my love…” he murmured against your shoulder, rubbing against you. “So wet already… just for me. You’re so good, so responsive even now.”
You let out a moan, pushing back slightly, seeking more friction. Jake growled softly and tightened his grip on your hip, controlling the pace.
“Easy…” He kissed your nape, then gently nibbled the sensitive skin. “I want to prepare you properly.”
He continued sliding between your folds, brushing your clit over and over, while his free hand moved down to open you a little more and ease the glide. Every time the tip pressed against your entrance, threatening to enter, he pulled back again, sweetly torturing you.
“Ikeu… please, just put it in already…” you begged in a broken whisper.
He let out a low, affectionate laugh and kissed your nape once more.
“So impatient…” he teased, clearly delighted. Then he aligned the thick head of his cock with your slippery entrance and pushed forward with extreme slowness, entering inch by inch, stretching you carefully. When he was fully buried in your heat, he let out a groan and rested his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily. “Are you comfortable? Can I keep going? Tell me if anything bothers you and I’ll stop immediately.”
“Yes, Ikeu… I’m fine. More than fine,” you replied, burying your nails in the pillow as a sigh of pleasure escaped your lips.
Only then did Jake begin to move. Slow, deep, controlled thrusts, rocking his hips in a delicious rhythm that filled you completely each time. His hand remained on your belly, supporting it while he made love to you from behind.
Every thrust shook you to your core. You were so sensitive from the pregnancy that you felt every inch of him with overwhelming intensity—the way he opened you, how he throbbed, the perfect pressure against that spot, his heat pressed to your back.
A sharp hiss escaped your lips when he pushed especially deep, hitting that point inside you that made you arch your back. Jake immediately responded with a kiss on your cheek, comforting you without stopping his movements.
“Ah… Ikeu… you feel so good,” you moaned softly, squeezing your eyes shut as you lost yourself in the fullness of having him inside you.
He smiled against your ear, hypnotized by every one of your reactions, and sped up just a little, keeping the rhythm deep and steady. He slid the hand that was supporting your belly lower and began stroking your clit in circles, synchronized with his thrusts.
“I’m all yours,” he whispered in a husky, devoted voice. “Everything you want, everything your body asks of me, I’ll give it to you. You’re so perfect, Mrs. Sim… You have me completely in love.”
Your moans grew louder and more frequent. The pleasure built quickly and intensely because of how sensitive you were. Jake never stopped kissing your shoulder, nape, and cheek, whispering how much he loved you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
You needed more of him.
You turned your head back, seeking his mouth. Jake understood instantly and leaned over you, meeting you in a kiss. His lips moved against yours, swallowing your moans as he continued thrusting into you again and again.
“I love you…” you managed to say against his mouth between kisses.
“And I love you, my life. More than you can imagine,” he replied.
And your orgasm began to build. Your body tensed, trembling in his arms. Jake felt you were close and quickened his strokes on your clit a little more, without stopping the kiss.
“Jake, honey…” you moaned against his lips, arching.
The orgasm hit you in a matter of seconds. You released a long, trembling, beautiful moan right against his mouth. Jake captured it with an open-mouthed kiss, swallowing the sound while continuing to move inside you, prolonging your pleasure.
“That’s it, my love… just like that,” he whispered against your lips, not separating even a millimeter. “Let me feel you, just like this.”
Your body contracted around him, trembling in his arms as the pulses of your climax concentrated in your lower belly, making your uterus tighten and relax in spasms. Only when he felt your orgasm beginning to fade did Jake let go as well, coming.
They stayed like that for a few moments. Foreheads together, noses brushing, breaths mingled. Eyes closed and hearts beating in unison.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Sim…” you whispered suddenly, opening your eyes with a weak, satisfied smile dancing on your lips. “Could you remind me of the frequency of this treatment?”
“Morning, afternoon, and night,” he replied, finally opening his eyes to meet yours. “As many sessions as you can handle, Mrs. Sim.”
“In that case…” you murmured, biting your lower lip with mischief, “I’m going to need another one right now. It seems the treatment is… extremely effective.”
Jake let out a knowing chuckle and pulled you even closer to his chest, spreading caresses over your belly. However, he stopped just as he felt the little kicks the baby was giving from inside, as if protesting all the commotion.
“Poor little thing…” he noted, with a hint of teasing in his tone. “With the parents he has, the ‘earthquakes’ waiting for his little house will make him not want to stay in there much longer.”
You both laughed, and within seconds their lips were dancing against each other again, fingers interlaced over your belly as they prepared for another dose of love and… the eviction plan for ur creation.
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I bring you a request for your next story, I'd like it to be smut. I want to see Sunghoon as a prince and a bathtub as the main scenario... I give you total creative freedom with the story, I fully trust your imagination.
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᭄Crown Prince! Sunghoon x Crown Princess! Reader: fiancée, bath sex, fingering, P in V, first time, creampie, power dynamic, size kink, possessive tones, historical setting (Joseon AU), MDNI.
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There was nothing Sunghoon cherished more than those fleeting moments of solitude. They were his only refuge, far from the endless parade of eunuchs and court ladies who escorted him at every step, devoted to the task of serving and protecting the future sun of Joseon. Sometimes, he wished the bathing ritual would last forever; it was one of the few occasions when he could persuade his entourage to leave him, earning barely an hour of freedom behind the walls of the steam chamber.
Sunghoon closed his eyes and stretched his arms over the edge of the tub. He sank slightly into the soothing warmth of the hot water, letting the scent of the floating petals intoxicate his senses. However, that oasis of calm shattered with the creak of the door opening, followed by a stifled gasp pressed against a palm.
Prince Park opened his eyes immediately. Fury ignited in his pupils, ready to punish whoever dared to profane his sacred isolation. Yet, the severity of his features softened instantly when he found your figure. It was you—his daring fiancée—who was now clumsily trying to retreat in a desperate attempt to flee.
“Stop right there. Close the door and don’t you dare leave,” he ordered.
Though his voice still carried the firmness of a royal command, a trace of dark amusement began to seep into his expression. He watched you lower your head and close your eyes in silent lament, doing everything possible to avoid looking at his bare torso.
“Tell me, slippery princess. How did you get here without being seen?” Sunghoon said, his tone mockingly serious while one corner of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
He wasn’t angry at all. On the contrary, the sight of your flushed cheeks was the best spectacle he had witnessed in years. He valued his solitude, yes, but there was something disturbingly exciting about the idea that you were the one invading his most intimate space.
“Forgive me, Your Highness. I… I was bored in my chambers and decided to explore the palace a little,” you managed to articulate, still without opening your eyes.
“And your ladies? Did you escape from them?” He let out a low chuckle, fascinated by your audacity. “Princess, you should be grateful you ran into me. Opening doors at random in this place is a dangerous game. Others would not be so… indulgent.”
“I didn’t see anyone guarding the area. I thought the hall was empty. Forgive me, Your Highness. I’ll return to my chambers and promise it won’t happen again.”
You took a step back, but before your hand could reach the doorknob, the splash of water stopped you cold. Sunghoon moved within the bath, resting his elbows on the edge and letting drops of water slide down his broad, defined shoulders.
“Who said you have permission to leave?” His voice dropped an octave, becoming deeper, almost a whisper that filled the space between you. “The least you can do is stay and explain how you intend to compensate for this interruption.”
His gaze was not that of a prince punishing an intruder; it was the gaze of a man who had just found a far more interesting distraction than silence.
“Compensate you?” you blurted out, confused, raising an eyebrow slightly as curiosity began to win over your embarrassment. “Do you want me to… scrub your back?”
Sunghoon let out a laugh and shook his head, making an imperious gesture with his finger for you to come closer, until your feet stood at the edge of the damp stone.
“Take off your clothes and get in,” he said without a hint of doubt.
You froze. Your eyes, which had avoided his figure just seconds before, widened, meeting his dark, fixed gaze. Your heart lurched. You felt drawn to him like a moth unable to resist the embrace of fire. Though your body screamed for you to take that step, your mind shouted every lesson of etiquette that had been drilled into you since childhood.
“Highness… is this… is this okay?” you whispered, your voice barely audible, glancing toward the closed door as if expecting protocol itself to walk in and judge you. “I don’t think so. We’re engaged, but the morals of the court… if anyone saw us…”
He didn’t even flinch. He rested his chin on his hand, observing you with an intensity that made you feel small and, at the same time, the most desired woman in all of Joseon. The steam rising from the scented water seemed to create a barrier with the outside world, inviting you to leave behind the tedious rules that governed your life beyond these walls.
“Does that really matter to you right now?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes traced the line of your neck, where your pulse betrayed you. “There is no court or laws here. Only you and me. Tell me, princess… didn’t you enjoy that kiss in the lotus pavilion?” His voice dropped to a whisper that seemed to vibrate in your chest. “If a simple brush of lips was enough to steal your breath, don’t you feel curious to discover there are other ways to make you feel… more?”
Almost hypnotized by the memory, you nodded and began to undo the ties of your nightclothes. Sunghoon leaned back as before, resting his back against the stone edge and stretching his arms. He enjoyed the show, memorizing every inch of skin that began to appear.
Your fingers, clumsy from the mixture of nervousness and desire, pulled at the first silk ribbon. The sleeping hanbok began to give way, sliding off your shoulders with a soft hiss that seemed to echo in the silence of the hall. Sunghoon didn’t blink; his eyes darkened, turning into two deep pools that devoured the way the fabric fell, revealing the smoothness of your shoulders under the flickering candlelight.
When the outer garment hit the stone floor with a dull thud, the steam from the bath caressed your bare skin, but it was his gaze that truly burned you. With torturous slowness, you finished removing the inner layers. Every movement of yours was followed by the slight bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, though his face remained a mask of absolute control. The tension in his body betrayed the battle he was fighting not to pounce on you.
Finally, the last silks pooled at your feet. You stood there, trembling from the exposure, completely surrendered before the future king.
“Come here,” he demanded. His voice was no longer a royal command, but a hungry plea.
You took a step toward the edge of the bath, and the hot water welcomed your feet. Sunghoon, unable to wait another second, reached out and wrapped his hand around your waist with possessive firmness, making you gasp. He pulled you toward him, forcing you to descend until the water covered your shoulders and your body inevitably collided with his. A shared sigh filled the space between you, both of you shivering at the contact.
Then his hand rose to your nape, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head toward him. The first kiss was sweet, just like the one in the lotus pavilion. His lips moved against yours with patience, exploring, savoring. But soon the kiss deepened naturally; your mouths opened, and your tongues met in a timid brush that made you both shiver from the intensity of the sensation. It wasn’t a clash—it was a mutual discovery, slow and curious. Sunghoon let out a low, husky sound from his chest, as if holding back something much greater, and his tongue caressed yours with more confidence, inviting you to follow.
As you kissed, his hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine. He felt your trembling and responded with soothing caresses.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you slightly and settled you straddling his lap, your knees resting on the stone bottom of the tub on either side of his thighs.
That was when you felt it.
Hard, hot, and thick, his erection pressed insistently against your lower belly, right where your bodies met. The surprise made you gasp against his mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment. Your eyes flew open and your cheeks burned even hotter. It was impossible to ignore his size, his throbbing rigidity pressing against your skin.
“Shh… easy,” he murmured against your lips. “It’s just my body reacting to you… to how beautiful you are.”
He kissed you again—a comforting brush of lips—before deepening it once more, letting you decide how far to go. His right hand slid down your side, caressing your skin until it rested on your thigh. He gave you space, waiting for you to grow accustomed to the feeling of his body against yours.
Only then did his hand slip between your bodies. His long, skilled fingers first brushed the inside of your thigh, moving upward with soft, exploratory caresses. When he reached your sex, he stroked you with an open palm, grazing your wet heat, then parted your folds with two fingers.
“You’re so wet and hot for me, princess,” he growled against your mouth, clearly pleased.
He began to touch you. At first, only light, circular strokes around your clit, discovering what pressure and rhythm made you sigh louder. He adjusted every movement according to your reactions, according to how your body arched or trembled against him.
Then, his middle finger pressed gently against your entrance, rubbing slowly without entering yet, only teasing you with the promise of more. At the same time, his thumb traced circles over your clit.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, never stopping the expert movement of his fingers. “Tell me how you feel… I want to give you exactly what you need. Do you like it?”
“Yes… I love it,” you whispered, nodding with an almost frantic motion of your head, your voice broken by the sighs you couldn’t contain.
Only then did his middle finger slide carefully inside you. He opened you with exquisite slowness, allowing your body to adjust to the intrusion. When he was fully inside, he curled his finger slightly upward, brushing that sensitive spot with a precision that drew a trembling moan from you.
Sunghoon smiled against your lips, a satisfied expression, and began moving his finger at a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with mastery while his thumb continued drawing those circles over your clit. Then the pleasure began to spill through your entire body, making your thighs tremble around his hips.
At the same time, he kissed you. First he captured your mouth in deep, wet kisses, savoring every sigh you gave him; then he moved down the line of your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and bites that made you arch against him. Every time your voice broke into a moan, he responded with a low, vibrating growl from deep in his throat, barely increasing the rhythm of his fingers—just enough to take you higher without overwhelming you.
Soon he added a second finger, sliding it in with the same careful slowness. The stretching sensation made you whimper with pleasure.
“That’s it… let me hear you,” he murmured against your neck, biting the sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue. “I want to feel how you clench around my fingers, princess. I want to know exactly how you’re going to squeeze me later, when I’m inside you.”
His fingers kept working you, curling at the perfect angle to brush that spot that made you see stars. The pleasure built quickly and thickly, spreading from your belly to the tips of your fingers. Your hips began to move instinctively against his hand, seeking more.
“You’re so close…” he whispered against your parted lips. “Let go for me, beautiful.”
The rhythm became a little more insistent. His fingers plunged deep, rubbing that inner spot over and over while his thumb pressed and circled your clit with fervor.
Then the orgasm hit you—intense and overwhelming. Your body tightened around his fingers, clenching them hard as waves of pure pleasure coursed through you. A long, broken moan escaped your throat, and Sunghoon captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing every sound while he continued moving his fingers inside you, prolonging your climax until your legs trembled uncontrollably and your head fell limply against his shoulder.
Only when your tremors began to subside did he carefully withdraw his fingers and hold you against his chest, letting you catch your breath.
“You did so well…” he murmured against your ear, his lips brushing your cheek. “You’re ready for me now.”
His erection remained hard, thick, and throbbing against your belly—a constant reminder of how aroused he was. He didn’t pressure you, but he didn’t hide his impatience either. His hand caressed your back, tracing invisible lines with his fingertips, giving you time… though his rigid body betrayed how much it cost him to hold back.
When you lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him with eyes still glazed, Sunghoon gave you a wolfish smile. His gaze dropped for a moment to your swollen lips before returning to yours.
“How…? What can I do for you?” you asked, your voice still shaky.
“Everything you just felt with my fingers…” he said in a deep voice, digging his fingers into your hip, “I want to repeat with my cock. I want to stretch you, fill you, and make you moan my name.”
He adjusted you better on his lap, making the thick head of his erection press right against your entrance without entering yet. His eyes shone with restrained desire as he waited for you to decide the next step.
“But… we’re supposed to wait until we’re married for that,” you replied shyly, a thread of hesitation in your voice. “I could get pregnant… that’s what they explained to me.”
Sunghoon didn’t look away or ease the pressure of his cock against you. Instead, noticing your eyes falter, he raised his free hand to your chin, forcing you to lift your gaze to meet his again.
“You will be my wife in three weeks, and nothing and no one is going to change that. You’re mine.” He leaned a little closer, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “I don’t care about the court’s protocol, with servants watching behind the door while we ‘consummate’ our union as if it were a spectacle. I want this to happen here, now… just you and me. No prying eyes. No protocols. Just us.”
Sunghoon’s words echoed in your head. You knew what he was proposing was irreversible. Once you crossed that line, there would be no turning back. The weight of the court’s teachings, the warnings about honor and decorum, tried to rise again in your mind in one last desperate attempt at righteousness; an internal struggle to remember who you were supposed to be.
However, that wall of morality crumbled once more before the reality of his closeness. The heat of his body against yours and the trail of fire his fingers had left on your skin were, once again, far stronger than any protocol. In the end, he was right: your fates were already sealed. If your entire life already belonged to him, what did it really matter if you stole a few nights early?
With flushed cheeks and a racing pulse, you made your decision. Without saying anything else, you leaned forward, breaking the final barrier as you were the one to initiate the kiss.
Your lips met his with a mixture of nervousness and desire. At first it was a tentative, almost shy kiss, but soon you gave yourself over more fully, deepening it. Sunghoon let out a low sound of surprise and approval, responding to the kiss with hunger. His hand on your chin slid to your nape, holding you as his mouth moved against yours with greater intensity.
The moment you pulled back just a few centimeters to catch your breath, you gave him your final answer.
“Okay,” you whispered. “I want this. I want it to be here and now.”
Sunghoon growled against your mouth, clearly pleased with your response.
“Good choice, my princess,” he murmured with a smile you barely managed to return before your breathing became erratic.
Guided by Sunghoon and instinct, you lifted yourself slightly and then sank down slowly. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming; you felt the firm, clear pressure against your entrance, opening you little by little.
Since it was your first time, your body instinctively asked for a pause, but Sunghoon’s heat and the way he held you gave you the courage to keep lowering yourself onto him, inch by inch. The feeling was incredibly intense—a slow, stretching invasion that seemed to fill every corner of your being.
Sunghoon let out a low, husky groan, clenching his teeth as he felt your tight interior envelop him and adapt to him with a delicious resistance that nearly made him lose control.
He didn’t thrust or force the union. Understanding the delicacy of the moment, he gave you absolute control of the pace, limiting himself to holding you. His hands sank into your skin as he helped steady you, whispering words of encouragement against your lips while he waited for you to get used to the fullness of finally having him inside you.
“That’s it… slowly,” he encouraged you. “Breathe, princess. You’re doing so well.”
Little by little, you began to move. At first they were small, timid movements, rising and falling slowly as you grew accustomed to the sensation. Each descent sent sparks of pleasure up your spine. Sunghoon accompanied you with his hands on your hips, guiding you, helping you find a rhythm that felt good.
His low groans mixed with yours. When you found the angle that made your toes curl, you moved a little faster, letting the pleasure build. Sunghoon, sensing the change, began to participate from below. His hands tightened on your hips as he thrust upward with deep, controlled strokes, perfectly synchronizing with your movements. Every time you sank down, he rose to meet you, burying himself to the hilt with a precise, delicious thrust that drew louder moans from you.
“Just like that… exactly like that,” he panted.
The pleasure grew more intense with every second. You felt every inch of him sliding in and out of you. The friction was perfect, and each thrust sent hot waves that mercilessly built in your lower belly. Your nails dug hard into his broad shoulders as you rode him, the water splashing noisily with every collision of your bodies.
Suddenly, Sunghoon raised one hand to your breast, caressing your nipple with his thumb before pinching it between his fingers, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to your clit.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough yet commanding, his dark eyes locked on yours while his other hand gripped your hips more firmly, guiding your movements with greater intensity. “I want you to look into my eyes when you reach your peak.”
You obeyed, leaning forward and bracing your hands on his chest for better support. The new angle made his cock brush even deeper inside you, hitting that sensitive spot with every descent. A long, broken moan escaped your throat.
The wet, obscene sound of your bodies colliding filled the bathing hall, mingling with your ragged breaths and muffled moans. Drops of sweat and water slid down your skin as you moved together, growing more desperate.
“Yes, just like that,” Sunghoon praised, teeth clenched, never breaking eye contact for a second. “Faster, princess. I know you’re close, I can feeling it.”
Your breathing turned erratic. He was right. The pleasure burned hot in your lower belly; every thrust brought you closer to the edge. Your nails dug into his chest as you bounced on him, chasing the release you could already feel approaching.
And then, the sensation became unbearable. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably and you felt your insides begin to contract, clenching feverishly around his thickness in an instinctive attempt to hold him inside.
“Sung…ah…” you moaned, your voice broken, unable to finish the sentence.
“That’s it… do it for me,” he ordered, thrusting deeper and faster.
In that instant, your body tensed violently, gripping him with rhythmic contractions as blinding pleasure coursed through you. You cried out his name, eyes fixed on his just as he had asked. Sunghoon let out a deep, husky groan and thrust one final time to the hilt as he spilled inside you with hot, powerful pulses, his body trembling against yours while you both reached orgasm at the same time.
The silence that followed the climax was absolute, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and the water still rippling rhythmically against the walls of the tub. Sunghoon kept you pressed to his chest, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, savoring the weight of your body on his under the dimming light of the candles that were already beginning to burn out.
You felt like you were floating. Your body still trembled slightly, sensitive and full of him.
“Are you okay?” he asked attentively. “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head, still unable to speak. Your cheeks burned, but it wasn’t just from shame. It was the certainty that you would never look at him the same way again.
He smiled and kissed your forehead with tenderness.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because this has only been the beginning, my princess.”
Just then, the echo of hurried footsteps shattered the bubble. Three firm knocks resonated on the door.
“Your Highness!” It was the voice of the prince’s personal eunuch. “The hour has concluded. The guards must secure the pavilion and the royal physician awaits for your rest examination. Please prepare to exit.”
The scare made you jump slightly on him, but Sunghoon didn’t even flinch. His hands remained anchored at your waist, though his jaw tightened with irritation before he tilted his head back and projected his voice with that natural authority that froze anyone in place.
“I’m not finished,” he declared coldly. “Inform them that the prince desires another half hour alone. I don’t want to hear a single breath near this door until I order it.”
“But, your Highness… the security protocol—”
“Have I not been clear?” Sunghoon interrupted with a tone so icy that silence fell instantly on the other side. “Leave.”
After a few seconds of tension, the sound of footsteps retreating confirmed they were alone again. Sunghoon let out a heavy sigh, reached under the water to find your hand, and intertwined his fingers with yours.
“I’ll help you escape through the rear garden exit; the guards avoid that route at this hour,” he said, letting his head fall back against the cold stone edge as he closed his eyes. “But I want you here tomorrow. Same time.”
“I won’t come,” you protested immediately, in a desperate attempt to cling to the little sanity you had left.
However, the words sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. Sunghoon didn’t move, but a small, crooked smile formed on his lips, as if he could read the desire pulsing beneath your skin. You couldn’t hide it; he had awakened something in you that the court’s lessons had never mentioned—a hunger of your own, a craving to repeat every sensation. You had always believed your role would be that of an instrument for his pleasure, but you had never imagined you could burn for him like this too.
“I will… I’ll come. But promise me no one will discover our secret.”
He opened his eyes then, fixing his gaze on you.
“No one will know,” he affirmed with that absolute authority that allowed no argument. “What happens between us stays within these walls. I protect what is mine—have no doubt about that.”
Tomorrow you would return. And the day after. And every night you could steal from the court… until there was no longer any need to hide.
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🜼 Bf! Jake x Gf! Reader: established relationship, fluff + smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, V. sex, sassy couple, food play, body workship, creampie, explicit content. MDNI.
Your laughter echoed through the entire café, followed by the sharp slap of your palm against the wooden table. Your best friend was laughing right along with you, but the fun vanished in a second when your phone screen lit up between the two of you.
"Seriously, just break up with me. I’m such a loser," read Jake’s message.
“And now what happened to the drama king?” An asked, raising an eyebrow as she processed the sheer level of fatalism in the text.
You shrugged with a resigned smile, quickly typing a reply before gathering your things.
“I think I’d better go see what happened today. Lunch tomorrow?” you asked as you slung your bag over your shoulder.
“Deal. But you’d better tell me what managed to steal my woman away from me so abruptly,” she replied with a playful smirk, grabbing her own bag.
“See you then, My Lady. Say hi to Heeseung for me,” you said, giving her a quick hug before dashing out toward Jake’s apartment.
When you arrived, the darkness enveloping the place was your first clue about the scale of the crisis. You closed the door carefully, leaving your shoes and coat in the entryway as a sigh escaped your lips.
“Ikeu, where are you?” you called, flipping the light switch.
“Over here…” came a weak reply, almost a whisper, from the living room.
An arm poked up over the back of the sofa, as if it were the only part of him that still had any energy left. As you approached, you found him sunk deep into the cushions, staring blankly at the floor with an expression of absolute defeat—like the world had suddenly lost all its color. You knelt beside him, searching for his gaze while gently stroking his back.
“What happened, baby?”
He didn’t need words. He simply pointed at the laptop screen on the coffee table. You raised an eyebrow, curious, and leaned in to read the group chat. One glance at the messages from Jongseong and Riki was enough to understand the whole picture.
“You didn’t pass the driving test?” you asked, pressing your lips together tightly. You knew you shouldn’t laugh—his ego was already bruised, and he’d had enough teasing from his friends. You took a deep, discreet breath to keep your composure.
“I’ll have to take it again,” he muttered, burying his face in the cushion. “I was so sure I’d pass… but I got as nervous as the first time I kissed you. I almost crashed the car into a tree, just like when I banged my forehead against yours that day. I could already picture myself taking you for night drives around Seoul, but… I ruined it. I’m a disaster behind the wheel.”
A wave of tenderness washed over you. You began running your fingers through his messy hair.
“Oh, baby…” you whispered, pressing a warm kiss to his temple. “But look on the bright side: there was no material damage, the instructor is still alive, and now you have a great story for when you finally get your license. I know you’ll pass next time. I have no doubt.”
You let out a long sigh as you continued the gentle massage, trying to lift his spirits.
“Tell me you’ve at least eaten something,” you added sweetly.
He let out a muffled groan against the cushion and shook his head without lifting it.
“I’m not hungry,” he said, his voice muffled and sluggish. “Besides, I doubt there’s anything in the kitchen. I spend more time at your place than here. My fridge is basically just a light with a door.”
You let out a small chuckle.
“None of that. Up,” you insisted as you stood. You gave his shoulder one last squeeze before offering him your hand. “There must be a can of tuna or a pack of ramen forgotten in the back of the pantry. We’ll figure something out with whatever we find. A little sugar in your bloodstream will help you see things differently.”
As expected, Jake didn’t resist. He could be the king of drama and the most stubborn man in the world, but when you took charge, he simply let himself be led. It was as if your words were the only instructions his brain accepted without question.
With one final groan, Jake untangled himself from the cushions and got to his feet. Still holding your hand the entire time, he let you guide him to the kitchen. He looked like a little kid after a tantrum—head down, steps docile. Once you were in the middle of the small space, you sent him to check the shelves while you took care of the fridge.
The hum of the refrigerator motor filled the silence as you explored its contents. The disappointment came quickly; the view was bleak. Only a couple of water bottles lined up neatly, and, lonely in a corner, a single can of whipped cream.
You picked it up with two fingers, weighing it with an incredulous frown.
“Ikeu, baby… are you serious?” you said, still half inside the fridge. “Water and whipped cream. Can you explain how this ended up in here exactly?”
“Hoon brought it the time he decided to play barista,” he answered from the shelves, his tone dismissive, his mind still trapped in the exam failure. “It just stayed there. I’d even forgotten it existed.”
Your lips curved into a mischievous smile. Perfect. You knew exactly which strings to pull to rescue him from his own misery. After all, you knew his weak spots well enough to guarantee he’d forget his “tragedy” in seconds.
Taking advantage of the fact that his back was still turned, you quickly slipped off your shirt and bra with practiced ease, letting them fall softly to the floor. With a discreet motion, you shook the metal can and began covering your nipples with the cold white foam. The contrast against your skin made you let out a quiet sigh.
“Jake, don’t you want dessert?” you suggested in a dangerously sweet tone. “It might cheer you up.”
“Mmmh, I don’t think so,” he replied, still facing away and rubbing the back of his neck. “You know I’m not really into sweet things.”
“Oh, what a shame,” you exclaimed, pretending to be disappointed. “Then I guess I’ll have to get rid of this right now.”
With a deliberate push, you closed the fridge. The sharp clack of the magnet sealing it echoed in the kitchen—and this time, it finally made Jake turn around.
At first, his mind seemed to short-circuit. He froze, as if he needed an extra second to process the image of the cream sliding and melting over your skin. But the confusion didn’t last long.
Little by little, his expression changed. Astonishment gave way to something darker. A lopsided, hungry, predatory smile began to form on his face as he took a step toward you. He licked his lips shamelessly, as if he could already taste you before even touching you. And in his eyes… there was no doubt. He looked completely fascinated. Ecstatic. As if he had never seen anything so deliciously provocative in his life.
“Well…” he started, his voice dropping in volume and growing rougher as his arm slid around your waist, pulling you against him. “In this presentation… fuck, I think sweet just became my favorite food.”
His fingers tightened, making you fully aware of the pressure, of his closeness, of how his body left no space between you.
“I’m not letting any of it go to waste, pretty girl,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to brush your skin.
Before you could respond, Jake pushed you deliberately against the fridge door. The cold metal drew a gasp from you as your back hit it. His mouth landed straight on your right breast—hungry and merciless. His hot, flat tongue swept the whipped cream away in one long lick, collecting the foam. You let out a choked moan when he sucked hard on your nipple, taking it fully into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as the cream melted between his tongue and your sensitive flesh.
“Fuck… you taste so good,” he growled against your skin, his voice hoarse and vibrating directly against your hardened nipple.
He moved to the other breast with the same urgency, licking, sucking, and biting. His hands came up to squeeze both breasts together, devouring them better. The white cream smeared across his lips and chin as he ate your tits like a starving man, moaning with pleasure at every lick. The contrast between the lingering cold of the cream and the burning heat of his mouth had you panting.
“Jake… ahh,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair and pressing him closer.
When he finally decided your breasts were clean enough, Jake pulled away slowly, breathing hard. Your nipples were left red, swollen, and glistening with saliva. A dangerous, filthy smile curved his lips.
“You’re addictive…” he whispered, voice rough.
Immediately, he began moving down your body, leaving a torturous trail of hot, wet kisses. First he kissed the valley between your breasts, then trailed open-mouthed kisses down your sternum. His tongue drew slow, wet lines across your abdomen, savoring every inch of skin with devotion. He kissed just below your ribs, pausing to gently suck on the soft flesh of your stomach before soothing it with more kisses.
He moved lower and slower, as if he wanted to memorize your taste. When he reached the lower part of your abdomen, right above your pelvic bone, he lingered there longer—deep kisses and soft bites making you tremble.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down along with your panties at an agonizingly slow pace, kissing and licking every new strip of skin that was revealed. He left one fleeting, almost torturous kiss over your mound before lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, opening you completely for him.
He then devoted himself to the inside of your thighs with cruel patience. Wet kisses, long slow licks, and small bites that climbed closer and closer to your core… but never quite reaching it. Your pussy throbbed, wet and desperate, begging for attention while he deliberately ignored it.
“Baby… please…” you begged, voice broken. You tried to push his head where you needed him most.
Jake looked up at you from below, that wicked smile still on his lips.
“Not yet, gorgeous… I want to taste every inch of you,” he answered, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your entrance.
You let out a defeated sigh and dropped your head back against the fridge door, surrendering to his game. Jake continued his path of kisses down your leg, all the way to your knee, then back up the other thigh with the same torturous slowness. His tongue traced wet lines ever closer to your center, breathing hot against your sensitive skin, but still not touching you where you wanted.
Only when your legs were visibly trembling did he finally give in.
He moved until he was just millimeters from your soaked pussy and blew gently over your swollen clit. The rush of air made you shudder.
“And here… is the cherry on top,” he murmured with a wolfish grin.
Without further warning, he dragged his hot, flat tongue from your entrance to your clit in one long, deep lick, gathering all your wetness and pulling a moan of pure pleasure from you. He repeated the motion several times, licking you slowly, savoring you like a delicacy.
Until finally he closed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, swirling his tongue. Your hips bucked involuntarily. Jake held you firmly in place, keeping you open for him as he devoured your pussy.
Suddenly he changed tactics. He moved lower and pressed the tip of his tongue against your entrance, pushing inside. At the same time, his nose pressed perfectly against your clit, rubbing it with every movement of his head.
“Ahh… Jake… yes!” you moaned, tugging hard at his hair.
He growled in satisfaction at the sound and sped up. His tongue thrust in and out of your dripping pussy at a steady rhythm, fucking you with it while his nose continued rubbing your swollen clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—his tongue devouring you and the constant, rhythmic pressure of his nose on your most sensitive spot.
You were shaking. The obscene sound of his mouth eating you filled the entire kitchen. Jake was completely lost between your legs.
He pulled his tongue out for a moment to lick you fully again, collecting your juices, then pushed it back inside.
“Just like that… please don’t stop…” you begged, voice broken.
Sim answered by sliding two fingers in alongside his tongue, stretching you further, fucking you with both while his nose kept stimulating your clit. The combination was too much. You could feel the orgasm building fast and violent inside you, your legs trembling uncontrollably over his shoulder.
“Jake… I’m gonna come…” you warned between desperate moans.
He only growled against your pussy and doubled his efforts—tongue thrusting faster, fingers curling inside you to find that perfect spot, and his nose relentlessly rubbing your clit.
The orgasm hit you hard. You came screaming his name, your body convulsing against the fridge door as waves of pleasure tore through you. Jake didn’t stop for a second. He kept fucking you with his tongue and fingers, drinking every drop of your orgasm, moaning with pure pleasure against your sensitive sex as he rode out your climax with you.
Only when your tremors began to ease did he slow down, leaving soft kisses and slow licks over your swollen pussy, collecting every last drop.
After finishing his task, Jake stood up, licking his lips, and carefully lowered your leg. Still trembling, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, seeking some relief from the sensitivity still pulsing between your legs.
Jake stepped closer, pressing his warm body against yours. His hard, heavy erection pushed insistently against your stomach as he pinned you to the fridge.
“I could spend hours between your legs and still want more,” he declared, before crashing his lips against yours.
The kiss was deep and hungry. He slipped his tongue inside, making you taste yourself mixed with him. You moaned into his mouth, giving yourself completely, until he broke the kiss with a gasp.
Without giving you a break, he turned you around against the fridge door so your chest and cheek were pressed against the cold metal. Without hesitation, he spread your legs with his knee while the metallic echo of his belt and zipper filled the space.
As soon as his hard, hot cock brushed against your ass, his hand gripped your hip firmly. That was when you gasped, feeling the thick head of his erection pressing against your soaked entrance.
Meanwhile, he leaned over your back, chest flush against you, and finally spoke into your ear in a low voice.
“Stay just like that…”
Suddenly, his other hand came up to your chin. He turned your face, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder. His fingers held your jaw, keeping you in position so you couldn’t hide.
“…and let me enjoy that pretty face while I fuck you,” he finished with a mischievous smile.
Without breaking eye contact, he pushed his hips forward and entered you slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried completely inside your still-sensitive pussy. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you felt him fill you entirely.
“I love how you squeeze me,” he growled, still holding your chin. “Look at you… you’re just beautiful.”
He began fucking you with hard, deep thrusts, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the kitchen. Every thrust pushed you against the cold door, making your sensitive nipples brush against the metal. Jake wouldn’t let you look away for even a second—his hand stayed firm on your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact while he fucked you mercilessly.
“Just like that… that face…” he panted, picking up speed. “It drives me crazy watching you while I’m buried inside you.”
His thrusts grew faster and rougher, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. The hand on your hip kept you exactly where he wanted you, while the other continued holding your face so he wouldn’t miss a single detail of your pleasure.
Suddenly he leaned in closer and captured your lips in a messy, desperate kiss, biting your lower lip while still fucking you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth at the same rhythm his cock thrust in and out of you.
The kiss broke in a shared moan. Jake moved his mouth to your neck and shoulder, kissing and biting your skin while his hips kept slamming against your ass.
“You like when I fuck you like this, baby?” he growled against your ear, never breaking eye contact. “Against the fridge, with my cock buried deep inside you?”
“Yes… god, yes…” you nodded between moans, your voice shattered with pleasure.
Jake let out a deep grunt and increased the intensity, fucking you harder and faster. The angle made his cock fill you completely with every thrust. Then the hand on your hip slid down to your clit and began rubbing it in quick, firm circles without losing the rhythm of his hips.
Pleasure built again in your lower belly. Your inner walls clenched hard around him. Your legs started shaking, losing control.
“Jake… Jake!” you cried out, eyes glassy with pleasure.
“That’s it… squeeze me like that,” he encouraged, his fingers moving mercilessly over your swollen clit. “Come for me, beauty”
The orgasm crashed through you completely. Your face twisted in absolute pleasure—mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a long, broken moan, eyes half-lidded but locked on his, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed. Your pussy clenched violently around his cock, pulsing and milking him with strong spasms as you came hard.
Jake was completely hypnotized watching your expression. Seeing your face at the peak of pleasure was too much for him. His rhythm turned erratic and desperate. With a guttural growl, he buried himself to the hilt one last time and came hard, releasing inside you while staring straight into your eyes. Hot, thick spurts filled you completely, his cock throbbing with every pulse as his body tensed against yours.
“Ahh… my goddess…” he panted, dropping his face onto your shoulder as if the orgasm had been ripped out of him just from watching you come.
Both of you trembled together, pressed against the fridge door, sharing the final spasms of your climax. Jake kept moving slowly inside you, prolonging the pleasure until your tremors gradually faded.
After a minute of silence, broken only by your heavy breathing, you spoke with a playful tone.
“Not sad anymore, my pretty boy?”
Jake slowly lifted his head and looked at you with narrowed eyes, as if processing the question. For a second, his expression was pure confusion.
“Sad?” he repeated, blinking. “Was I sad?”
Suddenly he let out a hoarse, genuine chuckle and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you tighter.
“I… I don’t even remember anymore,” he admitted, laughing. “How the hell am I supposed to be sad with you?”
He lifted his head and looked at you with that wide, loving, slightly goofy smile you adored so much.
“Actually… let’s go to the bedroom,” he declared, a new spark in his eyes. “And while we’re at it, let’s bring that can of whipped cream. We still have unfinished business with it.”
Without giving you room to reply, Jake crouched a little, easily tossed you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, and gave your ass a firm smack that echoed through the kitchen.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, laughing.
He opened the fridge with one hand, grabbed the can of whipped cream, and closed the door with his hip. As he carried you toward the bedroom over his shoulder, he gave your ass another playful slap, clearly satisfied.
“Definitely only you know how to cheer me up,” he confessed, kissing the hip closest to his mouth. “I swear I’m going to pass that test just so I can drive you to the middle of nowhere and make you mine there too. Word of honor".
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ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃Needy Bf! Sunghoon x Needy Gf! reader: established relationship, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, dom! Sunghoon, sassy/bratty! girlfriend, edging, creampie, explicit content, MDNI.
The thud of his gym bag hitting the floor was the only warning of his arrival. Sunghoon stood there in the doorway, his breathing still ragged from training, his gaze devouring you from across the room. With a logic that was fading by the second, he knew he should stop. He was aware of your plans and had even noticed that small suitcase by the closet as a clear warning that you were leaving. Still, not even the evidence of your commitment was enough to slow the wild pulse racing through his veins.
He watched you on the bed, oblivious to his inner conflict, your skin glowing under the dim light as you waited for the toners to absorb. There you were, wearing nothing but your panties, so damn comfortable in your partial nudity that Sunghoon felt his reason slipping through his fingers. He had once read that the post-workout testosterone spike made men hungrier, almost primal. In that moment, it wasn’t just a scientific theory—it was his reality. He felt guilty for wanting to sabotage your night just to satisfy an urgency that gave him no rest, but the idea of a “last time” had taken root in his mind like an unquenchable fire.
Without warning, he slid onto the bed with agile grace, positioning himself over you before you could even process his presence. He snatched the phone from your hands, letting it disappear among the sheets, and began doing improvised push-ups right above your body, setting a deliberate rhythm.
“One…” he started, lowering himself with precision until his lips brushed your cheek in a wet kiss. “Two…”
“Hoon?” Your voice escaped as a breathless sigh, caught between surprise and that nervous laugh that always set him on fire.
He didn’t stop. If anything, he accelerated the assault. Each time he descended, he stole a kiss—at the corner of your lips, along the curve of your neck, or on your chin—intoxicating you with the overwhelming heat radiating from his skin.
“Now I’m going to push up and clap in the air,” he said with a wolfish grin, the kind that stretched his lips and revealed his fangs, making your heart race.
“No, no… not on top of me! You’re going to crush me,” you pleaded, pressing your palms against his firm chest.
The moment you touched him, you felt his heart hammering furiously against his ribs—an undeniable proof of his lack of self-control. Sunghoon let out a playful growl, a vibration you felt echo against your own chest, before finally dropping to your side. He sat on the edge of the bed, but he gave you no reprieve. His eyes continued to roam over you with an intensity that seemed to claim every inch of skin they touched.
“Alright, alright,” he declared, raising his hands in a gesture of peace, though his fingers quickly betrayed his words.
His fingertips sought the softness of your thighs, tracing circles that instantly raised goosebumps on your skin.
“Baby, I love that you’re here, but…” You paused, struggling to hold onto your train of thought under his touch. “We weren’t supposed to see each other today. I told you this morning I was going out with my best friend and staying with her. I was actually getting ready to leave.”
Sunghoon tightened his grip slightly on your leg, a gesture heavy with frustration. He knew he should let you go, but the thought of spending an entire week without having you one last time was a torture his body refused to accept.
“I know,” he admitted, his voice dropping several octaves. “I’m aware, but at the gym… I just couldn’t stop thinking that I’ll be gone for a whole week. That’s so many days without you. I need to take the memory of your body with me, baby. Just a taste. Just one… to get me through.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, studying the magnificent contradiction on his face—that blend of pure, almost feverish desire and the faint shadow of guilt for holding you back and ruining your plans.
“Are you telling me…” you whispered with a playful smile, closing the distance between you, “…that you came all the way here just because you want to make love to me?”
He didn’t hesitate. He held your gaze and nodded without a trace of shame. His dilated pupils screamed that yes, that was exactly why he was there.
“Oh, Hoon… you’re so loveable” you said with a hint of mischief, savoring how the word clashed with the predatory energy pouring off him.
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes, clearly displeased with the pet name.
A low, provocative laugh vibrated in your throat just before you moved. You planted your hands on his broad shoulders and pushed yourself up, swinging a leg over to straddle his lap. The moment your core—still covered by the thin fabric of your panties—settled over him, you felt his cock, already half-hard, pressing firmly against your pussy through his workout shorts.
Sunghoon released a deep, guttural growl.
His large hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh as if afraid you might slip away.
“Fuck, don’t say that big fucking lie about me…” he muttered, his voice rough and low.
You didn’t give him time to protest further.
With a mischievous smile still dancing on your lips, you leaned forward and devoured him. Your mouth crashed against his with hunger, kissing him urgently, biting his lower lip and tangling your tongue with his in a wet, filthy kiss. At the same time, you began rocking over him, grinding in slow circles, rubbing your heated core against his cock, which grew harder and thicker beneath the thin fabric of his shorts.
The constant friction of your soaked panties against your swollen clit was driving you insane. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure straight to your belly.
Sunghoon moaned into your mouth, a deep, primal sound that vibrated against your tongue. His hands squeezed your hips harder, desperately guiding your movements so you’d grind against him more intensely, as if he could never get enough.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss with a ragged gasp. His dark eyes gleamed with pure lust as he looked up at you from below.
“Enough playing, baby,” he whispered, breathing heavily. “I want to bury my tongue inside you until you come all over my mouth.”
In one swift, fluid motion, Sunghoon grabbed your waist and flipped you over. Suddenly you were beneath him, your back pressed to the mattress, his large, hot body covering you completely. He kissed you fiercely, devouring your mouth while one of his hands slid down your body, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple.
Then he began to move lower, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses along your neck, through the valley between your breasts, and across your stomach, which tightened with every brush of his mouth. He paused for a second at the edge of your panties, looking up at you with that wicked, wolfish smile that completely melted you.
Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed the hem of his sweat-soaked t-shirt and pulled it over his head in one slow, devastatingly sexy motion. The muscles of his abdomen and chest flexed and rippled under the dim light, glistening with post-workout sweat. Your eyes traced his bare skin, lingering on his biceps, and you felt your pussy clench at the sight alone.
The shirt flew into some corner of the room.
Sunghoon hooked his fingers into your soaked panties, yanked them down in one rough tug, and tossed them aside. He spread your thighs wide with his hands, exposing you completely, and lowered his head.
The first lick was long, hot, and devastating. His tongue dragged from the bottom of your slit all the way up, greedily collecting your juices. A choked moan escaped your throat.
Sunghoon growled with pure satisfaction against your flesh.
“Mmmh, so sweet… so fucking delicious,” he murmured against your pussy before devouring you again with renewed hunger.
You gasped sharply and tangled your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it.
“No, nothing is as sweet as you…” you said breathlessly, knowing exactly what those words did to him.
Sunghoon lifted his head for a second. His lips and chin glistened with your arousal as he narrowed his eyes at you, clearly annoyed.
“There you go with that shit again…” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You love provoking me, don’t you?”
Before you could answer, he sank two thick fingers inside you in one swift thrust, curling them perfectly against that spot that made you lose your mind. At the same time, he sealed his mouth around your clit and began sucking hard, circling it with quick, precise strokes of his tongue.
The pleasure was so intense you cried out, arching your back violently. Sunghoon showed no mercy. He fucked you with his fingers—fast and deep—while his tongue relentlessly tormented your clit. Obscene sounds filled the room: the wet, slippery noises of his fingers plunging in and out of you, his rough growls against your sensitive flesh, and your increasingly high-pitched moans.
Every time you tried to call him “sweet” or “adorable,” he responded by sucking harder or fucking you deeper with his fingers, as if punishing you for it.
“Keep talking nonsense and I won’t let you come,” he threatened against your pussy, his voice vibrating directly over your clit. “I’ll keep you right on the edge until you beg.”
His fingers suddenly stopped moving, buried to the knuckles inside you, completely still. His tongue only grazed your swollen clit with the tip—just enough to torture you.
You tried to move your hips, desperate for any kind of friction, but he pulled his face away and withdrew his fingers in one sharp tug.
And then you reached the edge… without being allowed to fall.
The orgasm had already begun to explode inside you. A burning wave rose from the deepest part of your belly, making your inner walls contract hard around nothing in violent spasms. Your entire body tensed like a string about to snap. Your legs trembled, your clit throbbed intensely, and a broken moan—almost a sob of pure desperation—tore from your throat. You were so close you could feel the pleasure burning inside you, brushing against ecstasy… but he had stolen it from you just a second before you could explode.
The emptiness was unbearable. Your pussy pulsed, soaked and open, dripping down your thighs as you silently begged for something to fill you.
Sunghoon crawled up your body slowly, leaving a trail of wet, possessive kisses across your skin. His chin and lips still shone with your juices. When his face hovered directly above yours, he looked into your eyes with that dark, arrogant, hungry smile. It was so damn attractive you couldn’t help but sigh.
“Change of plans, princess,” he whispered against your lips, barely brushing them. “You’re not coming on my tongue… you’re going to come impaled on my cock. Much better, don’t you think?”
He flipped you onto your stomach with ease, as if you weighed nothing. His strong hands slid under your belly and placed a pillow precisely beneath your hips, lifting them perfectly. Your ass was now raised and fully exposed for him, completely at his mercy. He handled you like a rag doll, and that realization only made you wetter.
You heard the soft sound of his shorts hitting the floor. A second later, the hot, heavy weight of his body covered your back. You felt the thick head of his cock brush against your soaked entrance, sliding slowly between your swollen lips, pressing just enough to make you moan in pure anticipation.
“God, you’re so fucking wet…” he murmured against your ear, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of your neck while his full weight pinned you to the mattress. “I’m going to go crazy imagining you this ready for me while I’m gone.”
Sunghoon pushed the tip in a little further, opening you inch by inch. You could feel his cock throbbing against your entrance, promising to claim every part of you.
You let out a muffled little laugh, turning your face slightly to meet his gaze with a mischievous look, enjoying pushing him out of his dominant role.
“You’re going to jerk off thinking about this all week, aren’t you?” you whispered teasingly. “You came running because you couldn’t hold back. How cute, Hoon… you look like a desperate teenager who—”
That was the final straw.
Sunghoon growled, and before you could finish, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust. The invasion was so deep and sudden that the air left your lungs instantly. You choked out a raw cry into the pillow as you felt him fill you completely, stretching you to your limit.
Without giving you time to adjust, he buried his face in your shoulder, sucking on the sensitive skin. He marked you, leaving a dark bruise that would be your accessory for the entire week he was away.
“Keep talking,” he hissed against your marked skin, “and I swear you won’t be able to walk until the plane lands.”
Sunghoon didn’t waste another second. He pulled back almost completely, leaving only the thick head of his cock inside you, stretching your entrance obscenely. Then he thrust back in with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt in one hard stroke. The wet, fleshy sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass filled the room, followed by your muffled moan that quickly turned into a hoarse cry.
“Fuck… so tight,” he muttered, his voice broken, as he began fucking you with a punishing, deep rhythm.
He pulled out almost entirely only to sink back in with his full length, hitting that spot so deep inside you that it made you see stars. Your pussy swallowed him whole, dripping around his thick cock, your juices sliding down your thighs. The mattress creaked beneath you, keeping time with the constant slap of skin against skin.
He had you completely pinned down—his sweaty chest pressed to your back, one large hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck, and the other gripping your hip, holding you exactly where he wanted.
“Keep provoking me…” he growled against your ear, biting your earlobe as he picked up the pace. “Tell me again how sweet I am while I wreck your pussy.”
You tried to speak, but only a broken moan came out when he slightly changed the angle, fucking you deeper and faster, making your clit rub against the pillow with every thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your whole body trembled, your inner walls clenching hard around his cock, sucking him in as if you never wanted to let him go.
“Hoon… fuck… Hoon!” you managed to gasp, your voice broken and desperate.
He let out a low chuckle, not slowing down for even a second. He moved the hand from your hair only to slide it under your body, finding your swollen clit. He began rubbing it in fast, precise circles with two fingers while his cock continued hammering into you mercilessly.
“Don’t pretend I’m the only one who needed this,” he whispered, his voice deep and hot, lips brushing your sweaty nape. “Admit you love that I came running just to fuck you before I leave…”
He sped up the movements of his fingers on your clit, perfectly syncing them with every thrust.
“It’s going to be seven days without being able to touch you… without hearing you moan my name,” he murmured, his voice low. “Tell me the truth, baby… tell me you’re going to be counting the hours until you feel me again.”
Your answer was a sob of pleasure as the orgasm he had denied you earlier began building again, even more intense. Your inner walls pulsed around his length, squeezing him tightly, and Sunghoon groaned at the sensation.
“That’s it… squeeze me tighter, baby,” he growled, fucking you even harder. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
You were right on the edge, pleasure rising like an unstoppable wave. Your legs shook uncontrollably, your fingers dug into the sheets, and your pussy was dripping so much that the sound of his thrusts grew even wetter and filthier.
Just when you felt like you were about to explode, Sunghoon deliberately slowed his pace, turning his thrusts into slow, deep movements, tormenting you once again. He pulled out almost all the way only to slide back in inch by inch, rubbing every swollen vein against your sensitive walls.
“No… please… more…” you begged, pushing your hips back in a desperate attempt to regain the friction that was driving you crazy.
He held you tighter, pinning your hips to the mattress with his large, powerful hands, marking his territory.
“First confess, baby… confess that you’re just as sick with desire as I am,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous, biting the skin of your shoulder while continuing those agonizingly slow movements. “Tell me this hunger is mutual… that you’re going to be just as desperate as I am every single night I’m away.”
“Damn it, Hoon… you already know…” you sobbed, arching your back against him uselessly. “You came because you knew I wouldn’t deny you… I’m yours… please, I need you.”
Satisfied, he let out a approving growl and slammed back into you with full force. The rhythm turned brutal. He fucked you like he wanted to break you, his fingers still rubbing your clit while his cock thrust in and out at a pace that made you lose your mind.
The orgasm hit you like a freight train. It started deep in your belly and spread like liquid fire through your entire body. Your pussy clenched violently around his cock, milking him with strong, rhythmic spasms as a long, sharp cry tore from your throat. You squirted around him, soaking his thighs and the sheets, the pleasure so intense that tears slipped from your eyes.
Sunghoon didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it until your body became oversensitive and trembling, every thrust sending almost painful waves of pleasure.
“My beautiful girl… that’s it… take me,” he growled, his voice raw with effort. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good…”
Only when your spasms began to subside did he speed up again, chasing his own release. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, more desperate. He gripped your hips with both hands, lifting you slightly to fuck you even deeper.
“Hold on a little longer, my love. Take it, just like you know how,” he panted against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe in a possessive hiss.
With one final growl, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. You felt his cock pulse violently inside you, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your pussy. He emptied himself completely, filling you so much that the excess began to leak out around his thickness, dripping down your thighs in sticky white strands.
Sunghoon stayed buried deep inside you for long seconds, breathing heavily against your nape, his large, hot body completely covering yours. His cock still twitched softly inside your sensitive pussy, sending little aftershocks of pleasure with every residual contraction. He had you trapped under his weight, but his grip on your hips had softened. Now his hands caressed you tenderly, tracing your sweaty skin as if trying to memorize every curve before the clock forced your inevitable separation.
Right then, the insistent buzzing of your phone vibrated on the bed, breaking the silence filled with ragged breathing. It was the ringtone you had assigned to your best friend. Once, twice, three times… without stopping.
You let out a long, deep sigh full of lovesick languor, still floating in that cloud of pleasure that relaxed every muscle in your body. With half-lidded eyes and a soft smile, you turned your head slightly to find his profile, feeling his firm chest pressed against your back and his warmth enveloping you like a second skin.
“My sweet Hoon…” you murmured in a honeyed, still-breathless voice, savoring the irony of the moment. “Look at the mess you’ve made… Now I’ll have to shower again and come up with a good excuse for being late.”
Sunghoon let out a husky laugh against the curve of your neck, a vibration you felt deep in your bones. He didn’t move an inch. Instead, he rolled his hips forward in a possessive reminder that he was still the absolute owner of your insides. His hand lazily slid up to your hair, tangling his fingers in your strands with a gentleness that both punished and caressed at the same time.
“Tell her you’re going to be at least another hour,” he whispered against your cheek, his voice regaining that low, dangerously authoritative tone. “I have no intention of letting you leave this bed, much less this room, while you keep calling me that fucking way.”
You knew your best friend would eventually forgive your delay. After all, having your man this desperate for you was more than a valid reason… and you loved it. In the end, you couldn’t blame him alone. If Sunghoon was this insatiable, it was because you had no intention of stopping teasing your “sweet” Hoon.
You smiled wickedly against the pillow as you reached for your phone to send a quick message: “Running late, I’ll explain later.” If he wanted one more hour, you were going to give him plenty of reasons to end up needing two.
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ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟChef! Jongseong x Boss’s Daughter! Reader: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, oral sex, dirty talk, kitchen sex, power dynamics, spanking, MDNI.
Jongseong rubbed his face with a frustration that threatened to overflow, digging his fingers into his skin as he tried in vain to cling to the last scraps of sanity he had left. Then he grabbed a cloth and began wiping the counter with rough, almost violent strokes, as if the aggressive friction of the fabric was the only thing holding his rage in check. It was nearly eleven at night, and with the President away at a diplomatic event, the hallways of the Blue House were sunk in a sepulchral silence, broken only by the discreet presence of the security. In this isolating atmosphere, Jongseong felt himself slowly descending into madness, trapped in an empty kitchen where his only overwhelming duty was to attend exclusively to you.
He couldn’t stop clenching his teeth every time the memory of your attitude resurfaced in his mind. He was sick of your behavior, and especially of that spoiled little girl’s palate that always found a reason to belittle his work. What truly wounded his pride was that a brat with zero experience dared to trample on the ego he had built through years of sacrifice in the world’s best kitchens. On top of that, confusion had been devouring him since the night before: how the hell had he ended up kissing you in that nightclub? Clearly, he had lost his mind the moment he touched his boss’s insufferable daughter—especially after you had gone out of your way to be even more unbearable than usual today.
Suddenly, he tossed the cloth aside and approached to taste a bite of the last dish you had sent back. In that instant, heat surged to his head almost unbearably. Even though he hadn’t even wanted to look at the second plate when it was returned, curiosity finally won out—only to confirm there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. The dish was perfect, which only spiked his irritation further. With a bitter grimace, he began packing up every bite you had rejected, intending to share it with someone who could actually appreciate it before heading home.
He set the bags aside with his things and headed to the sink. He washed his hands with automatic movements, muscles tense, while his mind already jumped to the final task of the day: the gooey brownies you liked so much. He had never been fond of desserts; they weren’t his thing. But ever since he arrived at this house, they had become essential. Because you knew exactly how to make him doubt himself, how to make him want to please you even with something as simple as sugar and chocolate. Desserts were his last resort. The only way to shut you up, to make you smile even for a second, to catch a breath amid all the provocation.
Yet as he poured the batter into the mold, rage clouded his judgment. Because even though he hated you—or at least tried to—he still wanted you to look at him. To acknowledge him. To, for once, give him something other than contempt.
He was just about to taste the mixture when the air in the kitchen shifted, betraying the unmistakable weight of your presence. Footsteps echoed down the stairs, and because his mind had memorized that rhythm like a warning, he didn’t need to turn around to know it was you. He recognized you by the way you walked—as if claiming every inch of floor beneath your feet—a pattern that triggered an instinctive reaction in his body. His shoulders tensed while, inevitably, a shiver ran down his spine, raising every hair on the back of his neck.
Only you could provoke that ridiculous, inexplicable contradiction in him. A corrosive mix of rejection and attraction. As if his body knew something he still refused to accept. Because none of it made sense. Not after all the times you had humiliated, challenged, and ridiculed him. Yet there he was—confused, furious, alert, and trapped. As if he desired you precisely because of everything he couldn’t stand about you.
“How much longer do I have to wait for the dessert?” you asked, in that lazy, venomous tone, as if you weren’t the one who had sent back two perfect plates just hours earlier.
He didn’t turn around immediately. He took a slow breath, as if trying to swallow his rage, the tension, or that treacherous urge to turn just to look at you. His hands kept stirring the mixture with a calm he didn’t feel at all.
“I didn’t know you were suddenly an expert in baking times,” he finally replied, his voice rough and restrained, as if biting back every word was the only way not to spit them at you. “Remind me exactly how much time I had to focus on it?”
He turned his face just enough to catch your arrogant smile reflected in the metal of the refrigerator. That damn smile that unsettled him as much as it provoked him.
“So now it’s my fault?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you sauntered unhurriedly toward the counter. “You should’ve figured out how to finish it while fixing your mistake.”
You leaned in slightly, eyeing the bowl with disdain, as if the mere fact that the dessert wasn’t ready was a personal offense.
“I’m not even surprised. Whatever. I don’t want it anymore.”
He set the whisk down on the table with a sharp thud. It wasn’t accidental.
“Of course you don’t want it,” he said, finally turning to face you. “Because if you don’t get it when you want it, exactly how you want it, you have to make a scene. Throw a tantrum. That’s how you operate, isn’t it?”
He stepped forward until he stood right in front of you. He didn’t fully invade your space, but he was close enough for you to feel the heat of his anger—and something else, something even he didn’t fully understand.
“Admit it,” he continued, a crooked smile on his lips that held nothing kind. “You’re crazy about me. All of this—your rejections, your ridiculous returns. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” His voice dropped, gaining an edge. “You deny everything, throw hurtful comments at me, but now you make it so obvious it’s almost pathetic. It eats you up that I don’t look at you the way you want, that I don’t fall at your feet like everyone else. That to me you’re still just an insufferable little brat with a queen complex.”
His gaze locked onto yours, hard and steady, but only for a second. In that instant, the tension cracked something inside him. A flash, a hesitation in his eyes, as if he were finally facing what he had been avoiding. The memory of the kiss flooded him, and everything he had tried to bury under rage and pride came surging out, shattering his armor.
You had done it, damn it. He wanted you, and instead of enraging him, it terrified him. When the hell had he fallen into your damn game?
“And you say that after the kiss you gave me?” you retorted with a dry, humorless laugh. “How unmanly of you, really.”
Your words made him tense, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you took another step forward, forcing him to confront you, cornering him with every syllable.
“Did you hear what you just said to me? Do you really think you can deliver that whole speech when you’re the one who couldn’t resist? You kissed me, Jongseong. Don’t twist things. It was you.”
You stared straight into his eyes, defiant, with that fierce gleam that didn’t even try to hide how much you enjoyed watching him falter.
“You’re ridiculous,” you scoffed, arching an eyebrow with a mix of mockery and pity. Then you leaned in just enough for your voice to reach him like a poisonous whisper. “It kills you to think that kiss wasn’t a mistake. It overwhelms you to know you liked it. And it fucks you up—really fucks you up—wanting to do it again. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”
You finished him off with one of his own lines, throwing it back at him like a slap. The scant distance between your faces sent warning signals through his body while his jaw tightened. He tried desperately to read you, right before his willpower began to crumble. Because the scent of your perfume enchanted him, tempting him to sink into your neck, to lose himself there, exactly where he knew he shouldn’t.
"So you’re not denying it?” he growled, voice lower. “You did all that to get my attention, you crazy woman.”
“Crazy?” you shot back, slightly offended. “If you hadn’t ignored me from the start, we wouldn’t be like this.”
You leaned in a little more. Your lips didn’t quite touch him, but they brushed the air right beside his skin, along that invisible line over his clenched, sharp jaw. Provoking him without actually touching. You felt him hold his breath.
“Park Jongseong, the chef with impeccable manners,” you whispered like a caress disguised as mockery. “I hate that facade of yours. Come on, I know there’s something much more interesting behind that mask.”
He tilted his head slightly, brushing his nose against yours. It wasn’t a tender gesture—it was a calculated warning. “You want me to kiss you again?”
Your eyes met his, burning.
“What do you think?”
The smile that curved his lips held no cordiality. It was twisted and shamelessly malicious. You had started a game he dominated with irritating ease.
“Then ask nicely,” he said, raising an eyebrow provocatively. “With a ‘please.’”
It caught you off guard; clearly, you hadn’t seen it coming. You blinked for just a second—a fleeting gesture he noticed immediately. Of course he did, and he savored it with the arrogance of someone who knew he had hit the mark. He delighted in that small hesitation and the crack it opened in your haughty posture, while watching the obvious struggle on your face between indignation and desire.
“Ah, I see,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting to ironic courtesy. “In that case, I’ll take my leave. Have a wonderful night, miss.”
And without giving you room to respond, he began untying his apron with calm deliberation. As if what had just happened meant nothing. As if he could walk away while the heat between you still hung thick in the air. As if it didn’t affect him at all.
But it did. Every rigid line in his back betrayed him.
You scoffed, incredulous.
“Seriously?”
He folded the apron and closed the cabinet as if the gesture ended the night. The game. Everything. He took a step back, signaling that he really was about to leave.
“I’m a very serious man,” he replied with a shrug. “I thought you already knew that. I mean, isn’t that exactly what you hate about me?”
“Don’t make me laugh,” you snapped, walking toward him with flushed cheeks—though you weren’t sure if it was from rage or the fire igniting between your ribs. “You can’t just leave like nothing happened.”
“I can do a lot of things, princess,” he countered, staying perfectly still as you stood right in front of him again. His lips curved almost into a smile, but it never quite formed. “But only if I’m asked nicely.”
Your lips parted, but no words came out. That pause disappointed him. He could feel it, right there on the tip of your tongue.
“is that what you want?” you asked at last, tilting your head slightly. “To hear me beg?”
“You will, sooner or later,” he replied without hesitation, letting certainty bleed into his voice. He watched you intently, noticing how your lower lip briefly dipped under your teeth. “It’s always like that.”
Your laugh burst out incredulous, but laced with nerves. Because behind his words there wasn’t just arrogance—there was a veiled promise. One that lit you up from the inside.
“You’re a fucking arrogant bastard,” you spat, but the anger you were looking for wasn’t there. The truth was, it turned you on.
“And you’re trembling,” he murmured, brushing aside the strand of hair that had fallen over your shoulder. A touch, almost ethereal, yet enough for your skin to react without permission. “You don’t have to say it. Your body is screaming it to me.”
“Then read me right,” you whispered, voice husky, taking one more step and forcing him back until he was trapped between you and the counter. “Because I’m not going to ask you nicely.”
His expression faltered for a second—a crack in his perfect control. He didn’t know how he had ended up here, but somehow he had lost ground. Now he was cornered, exactly where you wanted him.
Your hands rose with calculated calm to his uniform, finding the first button. You unfastened it with almost cruel precision. He didn’t move, but swallowed hard.
The second button came undone faster. Then the third.
“Aren’t you going to stop me?” you asked, no longer hiding your smile. The one that burned on your lips like a brazen challenge.
He didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped, following the path your hands left, lingering on the skin beginning to be exposed. He swallowed again, and his fingers curled into fists at his sides on the counter, as if clinging to the last shred of self-control.
You leaned over him, close enough for your breath to collide with his neck.
“You could stop me,” you murmured against his collarbone, leaving a warm graze there. “But you don’t want to.”
Your hands moved again, gently pushing the uniform off his shoulders. He let you, muscles tense beneath your touch, every fiber of his body screaming to move, to take you instead.
“I don’t like your little game,” he growled suddenly. His hand rose decisively, gripping your waist and pulling you against him with a firmness that stole your breath. “This is definitely not my place.”
And then everything changed.
With one smooth motion, he spun you around and backed you up until you were the one trapped between him and the counter. His body blocked yours, his breath now hitting your ear.
“You had fun playing at dominating me,” he whispered with a faint smile, while his fingers slowly traveled up your side. “But this is my domain.”
His mouth descended to your neck, not to kiss you but to graze you with parted lips, leaving a trail of heat that cut off your breathing. He no longer needed provocations. He had already decided he would take you however he damn well pleased.
His lips traced a scorching path along the curve of your neck. You clutched at his half-open shirt, but it was he who finally ripped it off completely, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His skin brushed yours and you felt that small shiver you struggled so hard to hide.
“Now look at me,” he ordered in a husky whisper, tilting your face up with a firm hand under your chin. “I want you to see exactly what you cause when you provoke me like this.”
And then his mouth claimed yours. It wasn’t a soft or indulgent kiss. It was an intense, hungry assault. His lips devoured you with urgency long held back, one that could no longer be restrained.
His hands moved with the same determination. One sank into your back, the other slid down your thigh, lifting you effortlessly to sit you on the counter.
“You’re not in charge anymore,” he murmured, leaving wet kisses along your collarbone, licking every pulse. “And I warn you… I don’t plan on being gentle with you.”
His fingers traveled over your skin with dedicated exploration, each touch leaving a burning trail, while he continued devouring your lips hungrily. The straps of your dress gave way beneath his fingers, slipping down your shoulders. He pulled back just enough to look at you, and it was clear his eyes were undressing you even before his hands did.
“Not bad for a little brat,” he muttered in a mocking tone, though his gaze said otherwise; he was fascinated. Almost immediately he lowered his head to taste the swell of your breasts with his lips. “You smell so delicious.”
His teeth caught the edge of lace, tugging it slightly and drawing a suppressed sigh from you that he answered with a crooked smile. Then his tongue replaced them, sliding slowly over the exposed flesh until you arched toward him without realizing it.
His mouth captured one of your nipples through the fabric, sucking hard, while his free hand slipped under your skirt, traveling up your thigh with a caress so slow it hurt. You trembled but didn’t try to stop him. You wanted more.
His hand finally reached your underwear and found it soaked. That damn smile returned.
“So you refused to ask me nicely…” he murmured, pushing the fabric aside as his fingers slid between your folds with a skill that made you gasp. “…when you’re literally dripping, princess.”
He moved his fingers expertly, stroking exactly where you needed it. You bit your lip hard, holding back the sound fighting to escape.
“No,” he growled fiercely. “I want to hear you.”
And when a finger sank deep inside you, you couldn’t hold back. The moan escaped your lips involuntarily. He hissed through his teeth, clearly pleased.
“That’s how I wanted you…” he murmured, his voice deliciously dark, thrusting a second finger in while pulling down the fabric of your bra with his teeth, fully freeing one of your breasts. He captured it with his mouth instantly, sucking with fierce hunger, as if it were the only thing that could calm his appetite.
Your body reacted as if it had known him forever, as if every touch of his struck a chord that had been waiting only for him. And that drove him wild. It pushed him to move with more intensity, his fingers sliding faster, coated in your wetness.
But suddenly, something else caught his attention.
He released the nipple he had been stimulating, breathing ragged and lips still wet, and withdrew his fingers from inside you. He studied them carefully—shiny, slick, provocative. A spark of curiosity lit in his eyes. Without hesitation, he brought them to his mouth and tasted them.
The sight was so powerful you gasped, even though he wasn’t touching you. But his reaction wasn’t what you expected.
He frowned slightly, as if something didn’t quite convince him. Yet if that were true, why was his tongue still licking them with such relish? Why couldn’t his eyes stop devouring you as if you were his favorite delicacy?
The silence sharpened between you until he spoke.
“Curious. You don’t taste the way you smell,” he said, almost to himself, though you knew every word was meant to set you on fire. “I expected you to be sweeter.”
He paused for a second, his tongue catching the last trace on his lips.
“I had high expectations,” he confessed at last, his voice heavy with something you couldn’t tell was feigned disappointment or poorly disguised desire. His tongue played with the remnant on his lips as he looked at you with traces of mockery and contained hunger.
“I didn’t like the taste of your pussy,” he added with a coldness that hurt more for its audacity than its content. It was his revenge.
But he was lying. Your taste had delighted him; it was addictive. It aroused him more than he thought possible—so much that he had to frown just to hide it. What he had felt wasn’t disappointment. It was a brutal, devastating desire. That’s why he provoked you—because he couldn’t let you know it so easily.
You crossed your arms in a useless attempt to protect yourself, but he had already stripped you of your pride far more than of your clothes.
“Then don’t repeat it,” you snapped, your tone sharp.
But that smile returned. That damn crooked smile, clearly delighted by the bait you had taken.
“Maybe I just need to get used to it,” he declared, calmly kneeling between your legs. In his mind, though, the truth was different: he was obsessed with you. The taste, the scent, the way your body reacted… he didn’t want to get used to it. He wanted to become addicted.
He removed your dress with insolent, deliberate slowness while you watched him with that signature contemptuous expression of yours, as if you still held the upper hand. But he knew better. Not when you were trembling like that under his touch.
Then he did it. Fed up with that disdainful look you kept throwing at him from above, he grabbed your panties with one sharp tug and tore them apart without warning. The sound of ripping fabric cut through the air, as abrupt as the shift in your expression.
He couldn’t stand that challenge in your eyes any longer. He needed to see you break. He needed to see you surrender. And he succeeded. The gasp that escaped your lips was the first crack.
With that single gesture, he left you completely naked and entirely at his mercy. Just the way he wanted, exactly as he had fantasized—though he hated himself a little for admitting he had been doing so ever since the first time you looked at him with that arrogant way.
He leaned in without another word, giving you no time to breathe. He kissed the inside of your thigh, as if preparing for a feast.
“Be grateful I’m giving you a second chance,” he said, right before burying his tongue between your folds. The humorless laugh that had started forming in your throat died instantly, smothered by a moan that shook you from the inside out.
The first stroke was a direct attack on your center of pleasure. A violent shudder arched your back, forcing you to grip the edges of the counter while your chest heaved for air. His tongue was skilled and precise.
There were no pauses. He licked you like a man dying of thirst, as if he needed to memorize every texture, every flavor, as if it would never be enough. His tongue drew wet circles, then zigzagged. He captured your clit between his lips with determination, sucking firmly before stroking it with the tip of his tongue—slow, then fast, over and over—until he drew broken gasps and moans from you that you didn’t even know you could make.
He held your thighs in a firm grip, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, claiming you as his. He kept you spread open and immobile while his mouth devoured your core with raw, unrelenting hunger.
And then, between one stroke of his tongue and the next, you heard it: a deep, guttural growl that vibrated straight against your center and made you hold your breath. He was lost in your taste—the same one he had dared to criticize earlier. But now he wasn’t pretending. Now he was worshiping it.
He didn’t stop. Not even when your hips began bucking uncontrollably and your spasms announced your climax. No, that only encouraged him. He sucked harder and thrust two fingers deep inside you, so deep that a strangled, torn cry escaped your lips.
“Didn’t you say it tasted bad?” you managed to say between gasps, trying to regain some ground. But your words came out shaky, fractured by pleasure.
He barely lifted his gaze.
“I take it back,” he murmured against you, his breath making your entire body tense again. “Your cunt doesn’t taste half bad.”
And he dove back between your legs. You tried to close them, to pull away, to do anything. But you couldn’t. The pleasure was too much, painfully delicious. You trembled uncontrollably, overstimulated, every new suck pulling another moan, another spasm from you, making you beg internally for him to stop—or never stop.
The second orgasm hit you mercilessly, and only then did his grip begin to loosen. You were breathing hard, your body nearly limp against the counter. But you didn’t get time to recover. Before you could process it, he had already taken your arm with firm gentleness and helped you up.
His lips found yours instantly, as if he needed to make sure you were still there. The kiss was intimate and delicate at first, but laced with an urgency that made you cling to him. His tongue pushed past your lips, letting you taste yourself on him. It was nothing but a trap disguised as tenderness.
Before you knew it, you were on your knees on the floor in front of him, watching as his hands moved to his belt. With confident movements, he unbuckled his pants, and the faint clink of metal seemed to mark the beginning of your challenge.
“It’s your turn to show me that pretty mouth of yours is good for something more than complaining,” Jongseong said, as your fingers gripped the waistband of his boxers.
You rolled your eyes and clenched your teeth.
“You shouldn’t be joking when I’ve got your cock right here,” you warned, though the smug smile on your face betrayed your intentions. “You’re going to eat those words, idiot.”
You pulled the fabric down, savoring the way his breathing grew heavier. When you finally freed him, you looked up with deliberate intent. Jongseong cursed under his breath, jaw tight and abdominal muscles clenched in anticipation.
You took him in one hand, stroking him first with light, teasing touches. His cock twitched at the contact, but he stayed silent, determined not to give you that victory.
“Nothing to say now, big boy?” you whispered, before slowly taking him into your mouth.
He let out a growl he couldn’t suppress. One of his hands tangled in your hair, not to guide you, but to steady himself. Every move you made was both punishment and reward—licking, sucking his tip, pulling back right when he seemed about to lose control. His features were tense, hardened by desire and restrained frustration.
“I’ve had better,” he hissed through gritted teeth—just before you took him all the way to the back of your throat.
The moan he released was broken and almost pitiful. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to regain the control you had shattered with a single move.
“Fuck…” he cursed, breathing hard. “You’re gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.”
You heard him curse again, this time in a whisper, almost as if he regretted provoking you. His hand stayed tangled in your hair. You deliberately pulled back just to feel his body react to the sudden emptiness. A satisfied smile curved your lips before you slowly licked from base to tip, savoring every reaction, every involuntary twitch.
“Don’t stop… please…” he begged, trying to thrust with his hips.
Pretending to obey, you gave him exactly what he asked for. You took him back into your mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time. The tension in his thighs, his ragged breathing, the soft groans escaping his throat—all of it showed he was close. You sucked on his tip while pumping the base with your hand.
“I think that decision is mine…” you said with a smile, setting the pace with your hand, watching him press his lips together, brow furrowed, clearly on the edge. Then you stopped. Again.
You feigned innocence, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly while his mind seemed to be counting down. Even in moments like this, you drove him crazy.
A silent warning flashed across his face as he watched you play with your tongue just barely grazing him, but you ignored it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to teach you a lesson.
He grabbed your wrist, forcing you to release him, and pulled you up. You almost protested, but he didn’t give you time. He pushed you against the counter, turning you so you faced it. Your breasts pressed against the cold marble, but that wasn’t what made you cry out in surprise—it was the sharp sting of his open palm landing on your ass.
“You’re like a spoiled little girl, misbehaving just to get attention,” he spat, before delivering another firm spank. Your hands searched for support on the counter as a whimper escaped your lips. “Clearly no one was strict enough with you.”
The sudden intrusion of his fingers made your forehead fall against the counter, stealing your breath. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling him thrust into you quickly.
“Fuck me properly,” you pleaded, but he stopped and gave you another sharp slap that made you jolt.
“Sorry? What did you say?” His voice sounded deliberately confused. You let out a sigh and bit your lower lip hard.
“I didn’t hear the magic word,” he added, giving you a hint.
Silence swallowed you, so thick that for a moment Jongseong thought it might all end there, much to his disappointment. But then you said it. Your words came out in a choked whisper, heavy with fractured pride.
“Please…”
A deep satisfaction ran through Jongseong’s body at the sound. That word tasted like victory, but it still wasn’t enough. Not after the torture you had put him through minutes earlier, nor after everything he had endured since stepping into this kitchen.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he warned, aligning himself only shallowly at your entrance—just enough to make you sigh. “Please what?”
The pressure was minimal. He was giving you room to decide… or to surrender. You drew in a breath, knuckles white against the counter.
“Please… fuck me,” you finally said, voice trembling, as if the plea had slipped out against your will.
Jongseong leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, his warm breath contrasting with the shiver that ran through you.
“That’s much better,” he praised with clear delight, as if he had just gotten exactly what he wanted. “Of course, princess. With the greatest pleasure.”
The words had barely left his mouth when you felt him align himself perfectly. There was no rush; he seemed to enjoy every second of anticipation that stole your breath away. His hand slid down your back with almost cruel slowness, forcing you to arch against the counter as he began pushing in with that same measured pace, letting you feel every generous inch of his length. Your nails scraped uselessly against the surface as you gasped, adjusting to a man as well-endowed as he was.
“Are you okay?” Jongseong asked, brushing the hair that clung to your back and leaving a trail of kisses behind. He was trying to ease the tension he saw in your beautiful body—and obviously in the way your pussy clenched around him like it wanted to milk him right there.
“Move, please,” you managed between gasps, and Jongseong couldn’t help but smile, pleased.
He immediately began thrusting with a steady rhythm, gripping your waist to give you more stability. His first strokes were short, not going all the way in, but gradually he went deeper, filling you more with every meeting of your bodies until your moans grew louder, echoing with each thrust that hit exactly where you felt it most.
You turned your head slightly to look at him, and he didn’t hesitate to meet your gaze. He leaned in and kissed your lips, then played with your bottom lip, biting it lightly and tugging with intent.
“Being a good girl has its rewards, don’t you think?” he asked, thrusting harder and digging his fingers into the soft skin of your hip. “If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll be a good lover for you.”
You whimpered as the rhythm intensified, making you move in time with his thrusts, though it was his firm grip that guided every motion, grinding you against his cock. The sensation was overwhelming. Your eyes watered with pleasure. The feeling of your pussy being stretched and claimed by Jongseong’s impressive cock was unlike anything you had experienced before.
There was an almost instinctive precision in him, an ability to read you and take you right to the edge like no one ever had. No other man had ever filled you so perfectly. Truly, no one had ever reached that spot that had you screaming in the most obscene ways. He made you vibrate—not just with pleasure, but with the annoying certainty that he was incredible at this. It even hurt your pride a little how good he was. He wasn’t just a chef with impeccable technique; he was a man who knew exactly how to make a woman feel good.
But for him, it was no different. Though he had mocked you earlier while you were sucking him, the truth was that nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to what he was experiencing with you. No one had ever aroused him so viscerally. The dynamic between you both had him burning to his core, every exchange like gasoline feeding the fire inside him.
He felt his cock twitch at the sound of your whimpering, especially when the sting of your nails digging into his forearm shot through his body. Still, he didn’t hold back. He stayed steady, holding you firmly while he kept driving you back against him, determined to give you no mercy.
“More, Jongseong. I’m so close,” you announced with broken breaths. But he only clicked his tongue in disapproval. As punishment, he slowed his movements, reminding you of what you had omitted. “Please… please… Please!”
Your plea was enough. It gave him the breath and motivation not to hold back. He growled against your skin, pulling you closer, and although he had punished you with deliberate slowness before, he now picked up the pace with renewed intensity, as if determined to pull sharper cries from you.
“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered against your ear. “Then take it properly.”
Every thrust was deeper, faster, more precise, and all you could do was cling to his grip, twisting with every jolt his strokes sent through your nerves. Your body responded, vulnerable and surrendered, used however he pleased.
Your back arched reflexively as he sank even deeper, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your entire body began to vibrate, and the wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding seemed to spur him on to demand even more. You were gasping for air, feeling the knot in your belly starting to unravel.
His breathing was heavy, almost as shaky as yours. He could no longer pretend he was fully in control when you were the one destabilizing him with every plea, every tremble, desperate to give you everything in the best possible way. He was on the edge too.
Tension rose from his stomach like a current. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold on for a few more seconds, to prolong the moment that already felt inevitable. And when you moaned his name, barely audible, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.
A shudder ran through his entire body and, right at the edge, he gripped you more possessively, burying his face in your neck as he surrendered to his climax with a muffled groan, caught between his parted lips. Pleasure hit him full force, clouding his senses and leaving him momentarily dazed, melted into you and breathing hard.
He felt your walls clench fiercely around his cock, tremors running through you without mercy, until your body finally began to give in, spent and exhausted. Even so, he didn’t pull away. He stayed wrapped around you, as if something inside him demanded it. Instead, he began placing small kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity from before.
Prolonging the moment was perhaps his way of delaying the uncertainty. Because, truthfully, he had no idea what would come next or what you might say. Maybe he was just allowing himself to get lost a little longer in the intoxicating scent of your perfume, clinging to this closeness in case this was the last time he could have you like this—so close, so completely his.
You pushed yourself up slightly, and Jongseong almost braced himself for the worst. He could already sense it, as if he could predict the exact tone: “Get off me, idiot. Get dressed and disappear.” But to his surprise, that wasn’t what happened. Instead, he noticed your gaze fixed—not on him, but on the chocolate mixture that had been forgotten amid the recent chaos.
“Would you like to put your mixture to good use?”
He looked at it, initially confused, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips parted. He still seemed caught in the daze left by your moans and the heat of your body. But then he saw you smile, a new suggestive curve on your lips, and something inside him ignited again.
He licked his lips without thinking, stepping back to give you space as you stood up languidly. You picked up the bowl and turned to face him. The tension between you didn’t dissipate—it simply changed shape.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, rough with anticipation.
You shrugged with feigned innocence, but the gleam in your eyes told another story.
“I just decided it would be a shame to waste it,” you whispered, tracing the edge of the bowl with your fingers. “It’s almost ready. It just needs one final touch.”
Jongseong planted his palms on the counter, caging you in. A charming, incredibly attractive and masculine smile formed on his face as he leaned closer.
“And you know exactly how it should be used?”
You bit your lower lip in amusement, captivated by his closeness and the dazzling sight of this more playful, relaxed side of him. Without a word, you dipped the tip of your finger into the warm mixture and, with deliberate movements, traced a line along his sharp jaw. Then you leaned in and followed the trail with your tongue.
He shivered, suppressing a groan that turned into a smile.
“Just like that,” you said, voice husky. Without breaking eye contact, you brought the rest to your mouth.
He didn’t waste time imitating you. He wet his finger and drew a lazy line across your collarbone, then retraced it with his lips, kissing and savoring. The contact was slow and reverent, as if he were tattooing the taste into his memory. Still watching your reaction, he dipped his fingers again and drew a line down your abdomen, stopping right at your pelvis.
“It’s not my best mixture, I admit…” he murmured with a low laugh. “But on you, it tastes exquisite.”
Then, without giving you time to respond, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. He crouched down and began tracing the chocolate path he had marked on your torso with his mouth. Unhurried, as if the night had only just begun.
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I'm Taty, and I’m starting to write some 02z line one-shots. I'm open to requests to keep my account growing and active.
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