❝ don't spin this on me. this is about you getting turned on by your best friend's sister, you freak. ❞
PAIRING ▸ jake sim x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, brother's best friend au, academic rivals to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol, weed, lots of banter, sexual tension, dry humping, dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), semi public sex, jayhoon bullying jake
SUMMARY ▸ in which jake comes to the horrifying realization that he might have somewhat of a masochistic streak. case in point: he can't stop himself from getting turned on whenever you argue with him.
WORD COUNT ▸ 12,657 words
PLAYLIST ▸ sweet lies by exo • damn right by jennie, childish gambino, kali uchis • red angel by s.e.s. • thirsty by tinashe
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this was written on a whim because of that weverse live clip of jake nerding out lol hope u like it!!
JAKE SIM WAS CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING A MAJOR PREDICAMENT THAT PROBABLY WOULDN’T SURVIVE MOST FRIENDSHIPS.
To preface, when it came down to it, he respected Lee Heeseung a whole lot (although he would rather die than admit this out loud). There was something special about having a childhood friend—someone who was there for him at the awkward stages of puberty and lowest points of his life—and Jake would’ve been a fool to ever take that for granted. For their tight-knit friendship to carry into university made their bond irreplaceable to Jake. He genuinely trusted that he and Heeseung would be friends even when they were old and cheating at bingo together in a retirement home.
That being said, the chances of that happening were looking bleak now that you, Heeseung’s younger sister, were constantly occupying a space in Jake’s head that was reserved for something more… impure.
It was strictly lust; however, that somehow made matters much worse because how could he possibly lust after his best friend’s sister? If it was some complicated emotion like love, then at least Jake could tuck his heart away and hide his feelings until the day he died.
Hiding a boner, though—that was difficult.
Even more so because you were in the same Engineering & Society seminar as Jake, and since the course was structured for small group debates, the two of you were often at each other’s throats in heated arguments. Of course, Jake tried to approach you as civilly as possible, so their professor believed the intense back-and-forth was simply a healthy dialogue, but neither of you would back down once it started.
The problem only made itself clear last month, despite how many excuses Jake made for himself to deny your involvement. It took him three more weeks to accept that his hard-ons were your doing and not simply a standing ovation out of respect for the debate (which was one of his worst possible reasons, to be honest).
And the cherry on top was that they always happened when you two were quarreling.
You two could be insults deep in what was supposed to be a casual discussion about greenwashing in product engineering, and Jake would, without fail, feel all the blood rush to his dick until it was uncomfortably stiff.
Unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts, he kept chanting to himself, attempting to force an image in his head of Heeseung kicking his sorry ass. Unfortunately, it did very little to prove effective against the scarily overwhelming libido that tented his pants.
Jake was ashamed to admit that he was also mildly turned on by the idea of being caught, which made absolutely no sense because that was also his biggest fear.
So, to summarize, Jake now found himself horny in situations where:
he was pissed off
he was in the middle of a heated argument
he was potentially going to get beat up
It wasn’t looking good for him, to say the least.
Now, there was a justifiable reason as to why Jake was under the assumption that Heeseung was going to punch the living daylights out of him. Although you were only a year younger than your brother, he was awfully protective of you because a little sister was all he ever wanted.
Back when they were middle schoolers, running over to each other’s houses across the street to show each other their new comic books, Heeseung would always bring you around. Jake had nothing going on in his head but Spider-Man and legos back then, so he wasn’t very pleased with you constantly trailing behind them like a lost puppy. Naturally, that led to you and Jake often bickering about your annoying, lingering presence.
The last time Jake ever complained about you hanging around them was when he blew up on you for following them to the corner store. That place was practically their sanctuary back then. The 99 cent AriZona iced tea was like uncut cocaine to him. The fact that you, a mere fifth grader, encroached on their safe haven was an insult—a disgrace! The reputation of the fine establishment simply didn't allow for puny elementary kids to come and go as they pleased (in Jake’s head, at least).
“Quit following us, Y/N,” eleven-year-old Jake muttered back then, throwing you a glower over his shoulder. “Don’t you have other friends to bother?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah, I can tell, so stop trying to steal mine.”
Although you were all pigtails and Barbie dolls back then, you were surprisingly sharp-tongued for an elementary schooler. “Sure, Jake. You can have my brother and the rest of your imaginary friends.”
He wasn’t even the type to get angry. In fact, Jake had glowing reviews about his personality; moms loved him, the guys always picked him first for sports teams, and he even caught the attention of some of the girls at school. It wasn’t like him to get so riled up over something so small and petty, but he always happened to blow his top when it came to you.
It was rather unbecoming of him (considering Park Sunghoon later deemed him Mommy’s Little Misogynist for this one), but Jake was boiling with so much anger that he wound up chugging the rest of his iced tea in one go, crumpling up the aluminum into a disc, and throwing the empty can straight at your forehead. The force of his throw, normally reserved for intense sessions of Four Square on the playground, left behind an angry red mark that quickly brought you to tears.
Before Jake could even stutter out an apology, he was met with a blow to his gut that had him doubling over Heeseung’s fist. It was then that Jake realized that his friend did not take any disrespect toward his sister lightly.
This carried on into high school, too, where Jake got to witness Heeseung hunt down your first ever boyfriend for cheating on you. It was quite the scene, full of threats and rather creative insults, but Jake realized that he was only let off the hook because of his close friendship with Heeseung.
Over the years, he learned he could bicker with you all he wanted—Heeseung finally realized that you could stand up for yourself—but to lust after you so shamelessly was a death wish. It was the pinnacle of disrespect toward you. If your brother ever found out, Jake was a dead man.
That was why he was now fiercely determined to get through the rest of his seminar without having to cross his legs and hide the deplorable tension in his jeans.
Today, he prepared himself by starting his day off with a bowl of Corn Flakes, intended to curb sexual desires by John Harvey Kellogg himself. Then, he devoured a handful of graham crackers before class, which Jake wasn't quite sure would be useful as an anaphrodisiac, but it was worth a shot. Actually, he wasn't very confident with either of these options, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The question they were tackling today was whether engineers were to be held accountable for how their inventions were used, such as facial recognition for surveillance or military drones. Thought-provoking, for sure. Jake made a mental note to discuss it with the professor at office hours—anything he could do to suck up to the guy to compensate for his crass behavior during discussions.
“You can’t just start something potentially dangerous and walk away from the consequences,” you claimed, that challenging look in your eyes daring anyone to speak against you.
Usually, no one other than Jake dared to oppose you, so the silence that followed after was thick with anticipation, stuck in their throats like honey. Your gaze met Jake’s for a split second, eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. He would usually be standing up by now, but he didn’t feel the need to. To be quite honest, Jake agreed with your point this time, so there was no reason for him to come up with some half-baked counterargument for the sake of participating. Plus, it was far too risky to argue with you; he was already determinedly set on making it through this class without his blood rushing to rather inappropriate regions.
Still, the way you were looking at him, waiting for him to argue back with those sickeningly adorable eyes, had him rising to his feet, anyway. What a weak-willed man he was. Sunghoon would laugh right in his face.
“But if someone misuses the technology, that’s on them, not the people who created it,” he countered, surprisingly convincing for someone who didn’t believe a word he was saying. “The engineers can’t control how their technology is used once it’s sold to whoever.”
“But don’t you see how technology’s being used? You really think mass surveillance keeps improving because engineers are just super passionate about innovation? It’s all about the money, isn’t it?” He could hear the emotion rising in your voice; you were just an overly-passionate person when it came to these things, but you sucked in a breath to collect yourself. “If they know the harm their inventions cause and keep going, they should be held accountable for what they make!”
This was honestly ridiculous. Jake fully agreed with you, yet here he was, scrambling to think of a rebuttal so that he could watch the irritation grow on your face.
“Then what about the ones built with good intentions? Should they be held responsible because their honest work was manipulated?”
“Impact over intent,” you replied with a firmness intended to shut him up. “Honest work only goes so far. Would you be okay with the vision for your product getting warped into something else entirely?”
“So, you think if someone designed tracking features on a health app or some shit, they should be held responsible if that data gets sold or used by the government?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I think.”
Well, yeah, that checked out.
Jake raised a brow. “How are they supposed to know? Most engineers are working on small parts of these big projects.”
“Seriously? Look at Boeing! All these sloppy engineering decisions resulted in those plane crashes.” There was a hint of venom in your tone and your eyes were sharp. Jake could tell you were getting to that level of frustration that he couldn’t help but get excited over. “Over three hundred people died because of plain negligence. Who’s to blame, then?”
“I just wanna ask where you think the line should be drawn,” he said. “If we hold every single engineer accountable for how their work gets used, then no one’s gonna build anything. You just end up driving them all into a corner.”
“Are you trying to be an engineer for the money, or are you in it for meaningful work?”
“Uh… yeah, the meaningful work, of course.” And the six-figure starting salary. That was beside the point, though.
“Then shouldn’t you be approaching what you create with some more tact? You can’t just mindlessly build whatever without thinking beyond your creation.”
“Are we still talking about engineers here, or are you just coming for me now?”
“Well, if the shoe fits.”
“The most I’ve done is code a calculator. I don’t think the government’s interested.”
“I’m clearly not talking about that. I’m talking about—”
“This is a seminar, Y/N. We’re supposed to be talking about society here.”
“Are you not part of society anymore, Jake? I sincerely apologize for assuming.” There was nothing sincere about your tone, though. “What? You’ve got nothing else to say?”
And, like clockwork, there was that telltale strain once again as Jake felt his chest grow hot. He reached behind him to grab the head of his chair and sit back down, slowly crossing one leg over the other. You frowned as you watched him concede, and Jake felt rather pathetic that everyone was under the impression that he surrendered. There was a chill in the room—whether it was from a draft or the tension from the conversation, he couldn’t tell.
“I think I’m done, but I agree with you, by the way,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Just wanted to participate.”
A few snickers rose from some of their classmates. You scoffed, partly out of amusement and partly out of exasperation, and slumped back in your seat with your arms crossed. The seething look on your face wasn’t doing him any favors, nor did the Corn Flakes and graham crackers, apparently.
“Okay, good stuff, good stuff,” said Jay Park, Jake’s longtime friend and current TA for the semester. “Anyone who isn’t Y/N or Jake wanna give it a go? Hopefully without making the rest of us painfully uncomfortable.”
He unfortunately had to bear witness to every single one of the showdowns between you and Jake, but he always kept his mouth shut in front of Heeseung because, as Jay put it, the feud between the two was “too messy to escalate.” Jake was just glad he didn’t have to resort to blackmail to shut Jay up.
It turned out that people were, in fact, willing to participate as long as you and Jake weren’t involved. Jake got to sit back for the rest of class and grit his teeth, willing his hard-on to go away before they were all dismissed. What made that quite the feat was the fact that you kept watching him for the rest of class with calculating eyes, as if you were peering into his very soul.
By the time class ended, Jake felt relief flood his chest. He needed to get a mile away from you before your eye contact made his situation a whole lot worse. As he was zipping his backpack back up, Jake saw your perfectly manicured fingernail dragging across the grain of his desk through the corner of his eye.
You were standing right in front of him.
He looked up, alarmed. From behind you, Jay, who was about to approach him, was backing up slowly, shooting his friend a grimace and opting to duck out the door instead. As the last few people in the classroom were filing out, Jake realized he was now left alone with you.
Fuck.
Jake cleared his throat. “Can I help you?”
“You can start by explaining why you keep going out of your way to get on my bad side,” you said. “If you agreed with me that entire time, why were you purposely trying to piss me off?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it going out of my way,” he retorted. “Class participation is a requirement. All I did was stand up.”
“And refute every single point you believed in?”
He clicked his tongue. “What can I say? I do it for the love of the game.”
“Uh-huh.” Completely unconvinced, you looked him up and down. Your demand was simple, yet downright mortifying: “Uncross your legs.”
Jake froze.
“Odd request, don’t you think?”
Your gaze dropped for a split second—not long enough for it to be obvious, but Jake caught it in time. “I don’t think so. We’ve known each other since, like, forever. I think we’re at the point where I can make odd requests.”
He felt his mouth going dry. What were you even on about? Sure, Jake was probably close to you in a forced proximity sort of way, but that didn’t mean you two were suddenly buddy-buddy. You two were close in the sense that Jake went to your high school graduation (as per Heeseung’s invite, of course) and drove you to your tennis practices whenever your brother was busy—not whatever this was.
But who was he kidding? Nothing about this conversation screamed buddy-buddy. You were clearly onto him, and all Jake could do was think of every sad movie he’d ever watched to get rid of the growing erection in his pants.
Jake swallowed thickly. “You want me to uncross my legs,” he stated matter-of-factly, and you snorted.
“What, didn’t hear it the first time?”
“Can’t do that,” was all could say in response—strained, like something was lodged in his throat.
“You can’t… move your leg?”
“Nope—arthritis.”
“Arthritis,” you repeated blankly.
“Yeah. Runs in my family.”
You shook your head, seeing right through his attempt to steer the conversation back into calmer waters. “You’re a terrible liar, Jake.”
“Really? I thought I was doing a pretty good job earlier.”
“Mmhm. A real Oscar-winning performance for someone arguing against his own opinion—truly,” you said. “Also, you’re stalling.”
“Here,” he bit out, and slowly—deliberately—Jake uncrossed his legs for you to see. The bulge in his pants had effectively gone down with much mental gymnastics, and you simply stared down at his groin with a frown settling on your lips. “Happy now, you pervert?”
All you did was look at him with a beady gaze, raising a perfectly arched brow before pulling your phone out of your bag. Jake could only return a look of absolute bewilderment as you flipped your hair over your shoulder and tapped away furiously, the glow from the screen illuminating your features just enough for you to look even more radiant.
“I see. So, uh… Heeseung’s gonna be out of town for his hockey tournament and I need a ride to Kazuha’s place tonight. She’s throwing this huge party, and I was planning on pregaming before I head over, but I’m not about to drunk drive, for obvious reasons.” You wouldn’t even look up as you spoke, keeping your eyes trained on the text messages that seemed to be delivering in a flurry. Notification after notification—Jesus, would it kill you to turn your ringer off? “Pick me up at eight?”
Jake blinked slowly—a few more times, for good measure. He couldn’t believe his ears. You just grilled him to a crisp, and now you were acting as if nothing happened? He was fighting his own blood from pumping to his dick, and you were just casually changing the topic?
But—whatever. As long as the attention wasn’t on his crotch anymore, he could roll with this.
He scowled. “Kazuha’s? Hey, I’m not your chauffeur.”
But you were already walking out the door. “Yeah, yeah. So, eight?”
A retired sigh fell from his lips. “Sure—fine, whatever. I’ll be there.”
In a happy world, Jake’s schedule was packed with classes all day so that he wouldn’t have to run into Heeseung right after that not-so-fun encounter with you.
In the real world, however, Jake’s schedule was specifically structured so that he and Heeseung had the same breaks between classes. They planned this out well in advance so that they could meet up once they were done with class. Of course, this didn't always work out because of overlapping course times, but the two of them happened to luck out this semester (although it wasn't exactly working in Jake’s favor right now). Just as he walked out of his classroom, his friend was making his way down the hallway to get to him.
“Yo,” Heeseung greeted. He had his hockey stick slung over his shoulder; for weekend tournaments like these, Heeseung would usually leave campus early so that he could commute before nightfall. “I thought you’d be at our table already. Jay isn’t with you?”
“I was hanging back for, uh… homework help,” he lied, hoping it came out smooth enough to convince his friend.
“Couldn’t you just ask Jay?”
Well, he had a point there. Jake settled for saying, “Nah. Fuck that guy.”
To his relief, Heeseung just laughed. “Yeah, true. That fucker goes on for hours if you get him to start explaining something. I asked him one question about my calc homework the other night, and I swear the sun was coming up by the time he was done.”
“That’s why you come to me first.”
“I tried. Your ass was knocked out, so all I had was Jay.” Then, Heeseung added, “By the way, since I’m gonna be out this weekend, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Yeah?”
“Y/N said she needed a ride to this… I don’t know—I guess Danielle’s sorority’s hosting something? A charity event or some shit like that. Anyway, I won’t be here, but she needs a ride. Are you free? It’s Saturday evening.”
“I’m already—” Jake stopped himself. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to disclose the minor detail that he was also going to be driving you to Kazuha’s party tonight. As hard as he racked his brain for an excuse, he couldn’t think of anything productive he’d be doing the next day. “Yeah, it’s no problem.”
“Appreciate it, man,” Heeseung said, thumping Jake’s chest with the back of his hand.
Their chatter continued out of the science building, pushing open the doors to be hit with a gust of cold wind. Heeseung then stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at his phone before throwing his head back in exasperation.
“Coach wants us to meet in the gym before we leave,” he told Jake with a resigned shrug. “I’ll see you on Monday, okay? Tell Sunghoon and Jay I said bye.”
The one thing Jake despised in the world was saying goodbye to people. He got far too emotional over a gesture that really wasn’t that dramatic, and he hated how seriously he took them. Still, acting as if he was a normal person who knew how to act normally about such matters, he clapped his friend on the back and wished him good luck before watching him walk off.
Seriously, he felt like a military wife sending off his husband.
When Jake found the table that Sunghoon and Jay were sitting at, scarfing down their sandwiches at record speed. Jake dropped his bag on the ground and collapsed into the seat next to Sunghoon. He reached over to grab one of Jay’s curly fries, twirling it around in his finger before he nibbled on it.
“Heeseung’s gone,” he told them.
“Oh. His tournament?” Jay took an obnoxiously loud sip from his drink. “You phrased that like he died.”
“He said bye.”
Sunghoon nodded wistfully. “He will be missed—mostly ‘cause he always does the dishes. Now we’re responsible. Ugh.”
With his elbow on the table and chin sunk into his palm, Jake nodded along to Sunghoon’s words, still stuck in some strange sort of daze.
Sunghoon shot him a questioning look before turning to Jay. “Okay, I'll bite: What’s up with Sadness?”
“Dunno.” Jay covered his mouth to finish chewing the rest of his bite. “He and Y/N were getting into it during class today.” He looked up from his food to turn back to Jake. “What happened after she cornered you after class?”
“Cornered?” Sunghoon asked with sudden intrigue.
To state his concerns as vaguely as possible, Jake groaned feebly into his hands and said, “I’m in deep shit, you guys.”
The two men were dumbfounded to hear Jake Sim, who had a shiny record of being a perfect son and perfect student all his life, make such a claim. (Well, perfect enough to make his parents proud; there were surely several imperfections that wouldn’t earn Jake his Perfect Son badge if they were ever to find out. Exhibit A: whatever was happening to him because of you.) Not once had he gotten a detention or even a warning. Jake was a poster child all his life, which was why he felt especially embarrassed that he was acting so shamefully when it came to you.
“You didn’t make her cry, right?” Jay asked.
“No!” he exclaimed. In fact, you almost made him cry. “I just…” He sighed and straightened up, his voice taking on an edge of seriousness. “You can’t tell Heeseung.”
Jay raised a brow. “What’d you do, throw a book at her?”
Sunghoon let out a low whistle. “Mommy’s Little Misogynist strikes again.”
“I got a boner, okay?” Jake blurted out, sick of their mindless assumptions, even though his confession was probably a one-way ticket to the deepest circle of Hell.
At first, there was silence. Then, a scream—an obnoxious, garbled sort of scream that Jake almost thought was a squawk. Sunghoon and Jay doubled over in laughter, dropping their sandwiches to swat at each other as they were unable to contain themselves. Jake sat there for a good two minutes, a deadpan expression on his face while he waited for them to calm down.
“A boner?” Sunghoon clarified, a Cheshire-like grin plastered across his face. “A stiffy? A hard-on? An erec—?”
“Okay, Merriam-Webster, I don’t need every single synonym,” Jake snapped. “But, yes, I’ve been getting hard during class because of her, it’s—”
Jay spluttered out, “Been—!” And then they exploded into a fit of laughter again, collapsing into each other and wheezing from the absolute joy of their friend’s humiliation. With tears now spilling from his waterline, Jay rose up and pointed a finger at Sunghoon in utter glee. “Multiple times!”
“Multiple times!” Sunghoon cried back, pounding his fist on the table.
Jake was not amused in the slightest. “Okay, I feel like you guys are just overreacting now.”
It took Sunghoon and Jay quite a few minutes to pull themselves together after laughing hysterically for what felt like forever, so Jake took it upon himself to steal a couple more of Jay’s fries as revenge.
“It’s fine, dude, seriously,” Sunghoon placated, as if he hadn’t been losing it moments earlier. He sucked in a deep breath to collect himself while Jay’s shoulders were still shaking.
“You guys were just making fun of me!”
“Did we laugh? Yes. Do we think you’re kind of a freak? Also yes.” Sunghoon shrugged. “But do we have your back? No.”
At that, Jay straightened up. “I think you messed that up.”
“I think so, too.”
“I’d assume we do have his back.”
“Should I change it to—”
“Okay! I get what you’re saying—very heartwarming, I think,” Jake interjected. “But am I seriously in the wrong here? No matter how much Y/N pisses me off sometimes, I’d never want to disrespect her. It feels weird, you know… getting hard over her, of all people. I mean, she’s Heeseung’s sister!”
“So you popped a boner over her—who cares?” Sunghoon placated. Jake fought back the urge to roll his eyes; they clearly cared when they were cackling like hyenas. “I’ve gotten hard in situations I probably shouldn’t get hard in. It happens to the best of us. It’s fine.”
“What kind of situations?” Jake questioned.
“Don’t spin this on me. This is about you get turned on by your best friend’s sister, you freak.”
“But you said it was fine!”
“That was before you pissed me off. Now I’ve changed my mind: Heeseung’s gonna kick your nasty ass straight to Hell.”
Frustrated, Jake tugged a hand through his dark hair. “Jay, do you have anything to contribute? Preferably anything that shuts Sunghoon up.”
“I knew this day would come.” Jay wiped the stray tears from under his eyes with his thumb. “See, Jake, when a man and a woman, or a man and a man, or a woman and a woman, or a person and a per—”
“Yes, I’m aware of all the possibilities on the spectrum,” Jake interjected. “Continue.”
“When a man and a woman love each other very much, they—”
“Oh my God,” Jake cut in once again, digging the heels of his palms into the hollows of his eyes. “I’m a grown man. I don’t need the sex talk—and I’m not gonna have sex with her, either!”
“You’re not?”
“No!”
“You don’t think she’s hot?”
“Well—I… I mean—that’s no reason—”
“You’re not getting a boner over someone you’re not physically attracted to, that’s for sure,” Jay said, clearly tired of his friend by now.
“I’m calling for plausible deniability,” Jake announced.
“Implausible. Vetoed.”
“Wait,” Sunghoon chimed in before looking at Jay, “how did you not notice?”
“Notice what?”
“His boner, dude.”
“Are you crazy? I have better things to do than stare at Jake’s dick all class,” Jay answered. Recollection seemed to hit him like a slap, his hand raising halfway to his mouth. “Actually… now that I think about it, I did think it was weird that you sat back down before you finished your debate… and your legs were crossed for the rest of class!”
(“So you did stare at Jake’s dick all class,” Sunghoon said.)
Jake threw him a withering look. “Yeah, I know. That’s probably why she caught me.”
Sunghoon’s jaw froze mid-bite, and without any respect to the onions that were falling off his bread, he dropped his sandwich and exclaimed, “She caught you?” Jay, who was equally as shocked, seemed to also be struggling to hide how gleeful he was about the drama.
“Well, almost,” he corrected. “It was more of a suspicion, but I didn’t give in—and I called her a pervert! It feels good to win.”
“Cool! What’d you win?” The unexpected voice nearly made Jake jump; thanks to years of working on a collected composure, though, chills ran up his spine instead. Sunghoon and Jay were both caught off guard, too, judging by their nearly imperceptible jolts that had them pulling their shoulders back.
He turned to see you with a hand on your hip, a curious smile on your lips. If his expression didn’t give it away, surely knocking over Jay’s curly fries was a sure sign of Jake’s nervousness.
“Uh… League? League match—nothing important—yeah, um… so—what’re you—what’re you doing here?”
Real smooth, Jake.
Jay, who looked as if the scene before him was physically painful to witness, valiantly chimed in to save Jake’s skin, “Are you looking for Heeseung? He already left for his tournament.”
“Nope,” you said, walking over to stand behind Jake so you could card your fingers through his hair. He remained frightfully still and tried not to think about your fingernails against his skin. Your sharp, manicured fingernails… dragging across his—okay, his mind really needed to stop wandering. “I have a quiz next class, so I came here to ask for a calculator. I'll return it ASAP—promise.”
Jake’s TI-83 was most definitely tucked away in his backpack, but he was reluctant to move with the way you were running your fingers through his hair. Albeit how he had to fight to keep his mind out of the gutter, Jake could also admit that this was rather… soothing. He could stay like this all afternoon and he wouldn’t mind at all.
Sunghoon started, “Oh, I’ve got—”
“I got it,” Jake, with a deep edge of unease, spoke over his friend. Sunghoon didn’t seem to look upset about being cut off, though; in fact, the senior was trying to hide a growing smirk that he had to cover with his hand. Jake dug into his backpack, sifting through each of the pockets haphazardly, before pulling out his graphing calculator and handing it to you. “You can just give it back to me later.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find an opportunity,” you replied before turning on your heel. “See you guys later!”
After their goodbyes, the three boys lapsed into silence. Jake wondered if they were all thinking about that interaction with you and how strange it was. The three of them took high school graduation pictures with you, went over for Thanksgiving dinner at your house, and even awkwardly lingered about in Victoria’s Secret while you were trying on bras—but this? This change in behavior was something none of them would’ve ever expected from you.
Sunghoon was the first to break the silence, saying, “That was weird.”
“Indeed,” Jay agreed, perplexed.
“She was all over you,” Sunghoon observed. “Like, I’m almost convinced that Y/N was replaced with a horny clone last night.”
“Jake, at this rate, you might—”
“Don’t say it,” Jake pleaded. “Don’t say anything about me and her. I swear, I just need to get back on Tinder or something, and I’ll forget all about Y/N—probably.”
Jay gave his shoulder a weak punch. “Yeah, I believe you, man.”
He did not, however, sound like he believed in his friend at all.
Jake didn’t quite fit the partying archetype.
Heeseung was a social butterfly, Jay and Sunghoon could get by as long as they could slip away to recharge from time to time, but Jake always looked for a way to get out of such events. Whether it was a project or a supposed family emergency, he played any card he could—although it was usually a fruitless attempt. Plus, Jake was strictly herbal; he wasn’t a big drinker like his friends were, especially when it came to his mortal enemy (Everclear).
So, now, while he was watching you stumble down your driveway to get into the passenger seat of his car, Jake was already trying to do the math in his head to calculate when he’d be back in the comfort of his room.
Tonight, you were dressed up a little more than usual. Your strappy black stilettos were dangerously high, and paired with the little black skirt that stopped halfway down your thighs, Jake found it difficult to pull his gaze away from you.
“How’re you getting back home?” he asked as he pulled out of your driveway. Jake recalled several occasions where Heeseung had to do a U-turn to pick you up from Kazuha’s, so he was quite familiar with the route. “Uber?”
“—and he was trying to get with me, even though I know he has a girlfriend! Isn’t that crazy? I literally have the same lab section as her, like, I could walk up to her and tell her everything. Are men just stupid? Like, I can literally ruin his relationship—I mean, he pretty much did that on his own—but I could just expedite the process, you know? Ugh, and he wasn't even cute—so mid, like, not my type at all,” the lilting voice through your phone kept rattling on.
You shot Jake an apologetic look before you kept trying to calm down Hanni Pham, who he often saw you with. Well, he supposed small talk was out of the question now, which Jake didn’t mind one bit. Still, lowering the volume of Kendrick Lamar’s new album just to listen to Hanni’s incessant ranting for the rest of the ride was starting to drive Jake insane.
Finally, you made a quick excuse to Hanni before ending the call, and Jake waited a few more moments before he raised the volume again. He kept his eyes trained on the road, for if they wandered in your direction, Jake was sure he wouldn’t get away with crossing his legs in this situation.
“You didn’t have to hang up,” he said.
“I didn’t?” You gave him a knowing look. “You kept looking over at me like you were in agony, so I thought I’d put you out of your misery.”
A sheepish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “Thanks for that. Who’s the guy she was talking about, anyway?”
“Wow, so now you wanna hear more?”
He shrugged. “You could at least repay me for the ride by entertaining me.”
“Entertaining you?” This time, you were grinning. Jake felt a bit nervous as you leaned over the center console. “If you want entertainment, then come to Kazuha’s with me.”
“Really?” Jake kept his tone light as he looked for street parking, and then he pulled over to the sidewalk to let you out. You had the door half-open, looking at him expectantly. “I’ll pass, then. Have fun.”
You leveled him with a glower. “You’re seriously not coming?”
“I’ve got, uh, homework.”
“Homework? It’s a Friday night, Jake. Just do it over the weekend.”
“Just get inside already, Y/N. It’s cold.”
“Fine,” you said, curt. There was little gratitude in your tone when you added, “Thanks for the ride,” and flung the door shut, too.
Jake sat back with a sigh, hoping that the solitude would aid in unclouding his judgement. He couldn’t just go to that party with you; things were weird between you two, and that was only putting it as simply as he could. But, on the other hand, maybe he should’ve just gone. There was no harm in showing face for a while, and it wasn't like Kazuha was a complete stranger, either.
He let one opportunity fall right through his fingers; another presented itself right in front of Jake.
Your phone.
You left it on the seat before you left, whether it was intentional or not. The polaroid of you, Hanni, and Danielle showed through the back of its clear case, and Jake stared at your (admittedly charming) smile before he unbuckled his seatbelt in defeat.
One hour. That was all he’d give himself in there.
He was sure the duration of his decision-making process wouldn’t keep him from catching up to you in time, but that wasn’t the case at all. Jake couldn’t spot you at all, not even after he did a lap around the first floor. You must’ve noticed your phone was missing by now, so where were you?
Cramped, narrow hallways. Blaring music. Flashing lights. Sweaty people packed together. The lingering stench of booze.
It was dreadful.
Jake had to take a break in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop where someone’s bluetooth speaker was blowing out his eardrums. To his knowledge, Kazuha was renting next to an elderly couple with low tolerance for noise. How she could get away with throwing parties like these was beyond Jake.
“Oh, shit,” a familiar voice called out. “You’re here, too? Thank fuck.”
Jake turned to see Choi Beomgyu walking over to him, cradling a red solo cup. Perfect. Jake was dreading the very idea of being sober right now, and he knew Beomgyu would have the fix he needed. Last time he saw Beomgyu, the guy was canisters deep in whippets; it would’ve been impossible to tell he was conscious if his hand didn’t keep inching inside of Jake’s bag of chips.
“I was supposed to sell Yeonjun some weed, but where the fuck is he?” Beomgyu went on to complain, setting his empty cup down and flicking it across the counter with little care. “When’d you get here? Just now?”
“Yeah, have you seen Y/N?” Jake shouted over the music. Beomgyu gave him a little shake of the head, and a weary breath escaped Jake’s lips. His eyebrows lifted as he then suggested, “Smoke break?”
“Hell yeah.”
It just so happened that Jake was already breaking his one hour rule. At one minute past his self-mandated curfew, he was not in a state to be driving at all.
All thanks to Beomgyu, he was blazed out of his mind now, moving through the house with an air of indifference this time. Normally, Jake felt like his brain was buzzing constantly, like a hurricane that never stopped raging. But when that sweet Mary Jane filled his lungs, he felt more in control of himself. It felt almost as if he was underwater, weightless and drifting along with the current. For someone who swam desperately his whole life, he liked that he could just float.
And, because the universe apparently decided that weed was the answer to all of Jake’s problems, he eventually wandered back into the kitchen and found you.
Minor problem: There was a man right next to you.
But Jake, floating about in a blissful daze, strolled right up to you without a second thought about interrupting your conversation.
“... fucked up how she curves, it’s usually—oh, what the hell?” You did a double-take when you saw Jake walk up beside you, noticing his red and glassy eyes almost instantly. Your attention was immediately pulled from the unmemorable man beside you, which was not good because this was a horrible time to stroke Jake’s ego, and you grabbed onto the sleeve of his leather jacket. He took a step back to avoid your drink sloshing onto his clothes. “I thought you went home!”
Another minor (or maybe major) problem that Jake forgot about prior to his smoke break: Weed only made it easier for him to get turned on.
That—coupled with standing so close to you—was sure to be disastrous.
“Had to return this,” he answered, holding up your phone, which you snatched at record speed. You were going on about how forgetful you were before Jake asked, “Were you two busy? I can leave.”
“Oh, uh, we were just talking,” you said, looking between Jake and the other dude (whose name still remained a mystery) a couple of times before clearing your throat. The guy, who earlier had a hopeful glint in his eyes, seemed to wilt a bit. In a more cheerful tone, you added, “He’s an old classmate. We both had Robbins for O-chem.”
Robbins for O-chem. Sounded like a cheap excuse to talk you up, was what Jake thought. Last year he had physics with Kim Minji, but he wasn’t cornering her in the living room to talk about the good old days of wave mechanics.
Jake gave you a smug look. “Robbins? What was that about the curve, then?”
“Someone scored a hundred and screwed the rest of us up.” You scoffed. “Always that one kid.”
“Ah. That was me.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t show anyone my score—except Jay, but he said he felt sick looking at it.”
“I feel sick hearing about it. You should’ve just kept that to yourself forever.”
That was the plan, actually, but Jake strangely felt the need to impress you in comparison to Background Character #1 and his unremarkable presence. Well, considering all he achieved was pissing you off, he supposed it wasn’t going too well.
“That was the plan.” Slightly miffed, he leaned back against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. “But I earned that hundred. I didn’t sleep for three whole days to study for that final.”
“Oh, boo-hoo. I stayed up, too—and got a sixty.”
Jake simply shrugged. “You passed the class, didn’t you? That’s all that matters.”
“Easy for you to say! You got a perfect score!”
“I don’t think that—”
But you weren’t backing down, cutting Jake off to ask, “What’d you put for the cyclobutene question?”
Jake scowled at you. He thought one or two drinks in your system would calm you down, the same way weed did for him, but you were pushier than ever.
By now, he also realized that Guy-whose-face-he-now-forgot was long gone. He probably realized that there was no hope in trying to hit on you after seeing how your full attention was captivated by Jake. He wasn’t trying to boast—he was just calling it like he saw it.
“Seriously? That was a whole year ago, Y/N.”
He felt the weight of your incredulous stare. “But you remember your answer, don’t you?”
To be honest, he did.
“Conrotatory ring opening under thermal conditions,” he answered after a minute of spacing off to remember what he put down (and ignore your blatant staring). “Four pi electrons.”
“Wait, no, then it wouldn’t follow the Woodward-Hoffman rules. 4n would be antiaromatic in the transition state, so it would be forced to be a disrotatory mo—”
“Nope, the 4n system makes it conrotatory. Disrotatory would misalign the orbitals. Dude, I’m telling you, I remember it perfectly. I drew it out and everything.”
You opened and closed your mouth a few times, and Jake found great pleasure in watching you flounder for a response. Moreover, he was starting to imagine very dangerous things that involved his body pressed up against yours—preferably somewhere private, but he was almost tempted to pull you closer right now.
“But… but then the cis product—”
“Stays as is,” Jake finished for you. “I can even draw the diagram for you. I’m sure there’s a paper and pen somewhere.”
“Ugh, don’t bother. I’m pissed off.” You shook your head, frustrated, and a lazy smile stretched across Jake’s face. “Why are you so smart when…”
It took him a moment to even notice that you stopped in the middle of your sentence, dragging the syllabus an octave deeper than usual. Jake thought that he finally pushed you to your limit, that you were going to stop talking to him altogether, but the reality was much, much worse.
You jabbed your elbow sharply into his side, hard enough to make him wince in pain.
“Okay, ow. What’s—?” Then he looked down.
Oh.
Jake’s lips parted, framing an apology that he couldn’t bring himself to utter. He was caught somewhere between alarm and shame, hardly able to move as the cold reality sank in that you just saw his growing bulge.
It was dark enough so that only you were aware of it, but fuck, Jake couldn’t even get himself out of this one.
He looked down at you to say something—anything that would save him from this horrible situation, really—but there were no words to explain himself. Jake looked helplessly to the side for some escape route out of this situation, or perhaps even his Deus ex Machina: Beomgyu. Before he could open his mouth, you smoothly stepped in front of Jake, effectively cornering him in the kitchen and shielding him from onlookers.
Heroic, truly—except your thigh was now pressing firmly against the tent in his pants.
His blood ran cold when he saw the twinkle in your eyes, as if you were getting a kick out of this. Meanwhile, Jake made a mental apology to Jay and Sunghoon, who were going to be very disappointed that Jake didn’t take any steps toward forgetting all about you. It proved rather difficult when you were as intoxicating as the drugs in his system.
“I fucking knew it,” you whispered, triumph tugging your lips into a smirk. “You were hard during class today, too, weren’t you?”
This time, Jake was the one at a loss for words, flailing for any excuse that would defuse the tension, but he was already a lost cause. In less than twenty-four hours, Jake managed to expose his deepest, darkest secret to the one person who was never supposed to find out. All he could do now was accept slow, torturous suffering as the jaws of social suicide ripped into him.
“Y/N, p-please, I can—”
You threw your head back to laugh, delighted. “What? Are you trying to apologize for a boner?”
He stammered, “No—I mean, yes—but… I…” One more brush of your leg against his clothed cock had Jake holding onto your shoulders, trying to keep his lust at bay. “Y/N, stop. You’re Heeseung’s sister.”
“Excellent observation. Wouldn’t have figured that one out.”
“I mean, this”—he gestured between him and you—“isn’t gonna work out.”
You blinked. “Why not?”
“W-what do you mean, why not? Heeseung and I have been friends for years. I can’t just… I can’t do that to—”
“Oh, give it a rest. Why are you even bringing him up right now?” you asked in a snippy voice, waving his qualms off.
“Because—”
“Anyway, I’ve put together a little theory, and I think I’m right.”
Jake raised his brows at that, slightly intrigued to what you could’ve possibly pieced together in the past twelve hours. If it had anything to do with why he was getting turned on, he was certain that you would be completely off the mark.
“You get horny when we argue, don’t you?” you asked.
Oh, so you were spot on. Fantastic.
He let out a desperate, wanting breath, trying to cover it up as a sound of misery. The kitchen was mostly cleared out since everyone gathered in the living room to play beer pong, but Jake lowered his voice to speak, anyway.
“Pretty much. Nothing sexual—just attracted to the mind, is all. Debates can be stimulating, you know?”
“Nothing sexual about your dick getting hard?”
In a rather strangled voice, he answered, “Normal physiological reaction, really.”
He felt your hand smooth over his chest, your fingers splaying out before you dragged your hand lower and lower. He shivered as he felt your fingertips run across his abs, tracing each groove of muscle before your hand dipped to the front of his pants. Jake screwed his eyes shut when your palm pressed against his stiff, aching cock.
You simpered. “Really? So you don’t need my help getting you off?”
He suppressed a growl at the back of his throat, opting to loop his fingers in your belt loops and pull you closer instead. “Don’t.”
“Hm?”
“Not here. We’re in public.”
But your other hand was snaking around his neck, playing with the ends of his dark hair that fell to his nape. Jake could feel his body trembling as he restrained himself from holding you close and kissing you like his life depended on it.
I shouldn’t, he told himself, forcing the words to burn into his skull (and still, they would not stick). I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t—
But, fuck, the way you were looking at him. It was enough to drive a sane man to the brink of madness.
Well, Jake presumed he had always been a bit out of his mind when it came to you.
After an unsteady breath, Jake slid one hand up your waist, up your arm, and then across your shoulder to hold your neck. Your chest swelled before you leaned into his touch. Jake found his thumb straying from where his hand cradled your jaw. He traced the outline of your lips with careful precision, charting each curve and line in his course.
He kissed you once, light and fleeting—just enough to taste you.
The sweet second of contact lost its grace soon after. He wet his lips, chasing what was left of your lipstick. With one more look into your eyes, all the nerves that gripped him seemed to melt away in a breath. Jake held your gaze before reaching up to hold the sides of your face and pulling you in for a searing kiss. It had been merely one taste—one press of his lips against yours—and jagged splinters of desperation tore into him, burying deep in his flesh.
Jake, with a heavy heart, wished he could formally apologize to everyone who was bearing witness to their sloppy makeout session. He simply couldn’t help that you were both intoxicated, turned on, and extremely riled up from bickering. He shoved his tongue past your lips, messy and eager, sating a hunger that had him starved for longer than he thought.
It soon slipped Jake’s mind entirely that he was making out with you in the kitchen. His cock throbbed in his jeans, pulsating each time your hips made contact with his. You were slowly rolling your hips over his—subtle enough to go undetected, but it was driving him wild. Honestly, though, if Jake truly wanted to stop you from moving against him that way, he would’ve let go of your hip by now.
You were an insanely good kisser. Jake felt a small pang of jealousy upon recollecting all the times he witnessed you kissing someone before him—your first boyfriend, your senior prom date, your college situationships. He never thought too deeply about how he felt in the moment, but it was like he had locked up all those messy feelings bordering on jealousy. They were all spilling out now, like a crack in the dam, threatening to make Jake feel something for you that he hadn't felt before.
He broke from the kiss to leave gentle pecks along your jawline and down your neck, each one leaving you sighing happily. “Let’s go upstairs, yeah?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, leaving a featherlight kiss in its wake. His drawl was stronger when he lowered his voice to a murmur, “Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart.”
“Shy? I’m not shy.”
“Oh, yeah? Look me in the eyes, then.”
“Shut… shut up—and follow behind me, unless you want everyone here seeing your di—”
“Okay, that’s enough.”
You, being his knight in shining armor now, led the way upstairs, allowing for Jake to stand directly behind you and hide his boner. He kept his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, trying to focus on anything but the nape of your neck. Having his bulge pressed up against your body was making his senses go haywire.
(Also—and he wasn’t quite brave enough to admit this to himself just yet—he kind of wanted to lace his fingers with yours.)
Jake hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was sure he must’ve looked like an absolute douchebag walking around like that, considering the amount of lipstick he had just rubbed off.
The first empty room was theirs for the taking. Jake sported a wolfish grin as he closed the door to whoever’s bedroom they locked themselves in. You, however, looked uncertain.
“I’d feel bad doing it on their bed,” you confessed.
Jake, who didn’t realize he was going to encounter a moral dilemma amidst getting his dick wet, blinked slowly.
“That’s true,” he agreed. Sure, yeah, he would probably kill his friends if any of them hooked up with someone in his bed. Jake made his way to you slowly; at first, you didn’t budge, but then you let him walk you backward once he grabbed your hips. “I wouldn’t feel as bad doing it against their wall, though.”
Your fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, as if you were about to peel it right off him. “Then how about I suck you off first? Make up for all those debates?”
“Really?” he spluttered out, gawking at you as you turned him around so that his back was against the wall.
You hastily undid the buttons on his jeans, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. “You’re too cute. Don’t tell me you weren’t waiting for this.”
His gaze darkened slightly.
He joined you immediately in getting rid of his pants. Jake couldn’t help but let out a blissful sigh as he pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang up. Seeing you slide down to your knees to wrap your hands around his length nearly made his knees buckle under him. His hand moved to the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your hair.
Just like that, Jake Sim lost all willpower to keep himself away from Lee Heeseung’s sister.
“I don’t know if I can fit all of it in my mouth,” you told him, lips ghosting the tip of his cock.
“That’s okay, baby.” He tightened his grip in your hair. “Take however much you can.”
You started with a gentle kiss to his tip, and it was enough to make Jake shudder. He watched you in wonderment, eyes glued to your mouth and how his cock disappeared past your lips. With one hand holding onto his hip for leverage, you ducked your head to lick from base to tip, running your tongue along a rather thick vein that wrapped around the side.
Jake was thankful for the pounding music below; although he prided himself on his self-control (prior to Y/Ngate), he was never good at being quiet in the throes of pleasure. Slowly, you sucked on the tip, earning a drawn-out moan from Jake that he hardly bothered muffling.
And then, you were hollowing your cheeks to take more of him in, and a flicker of intensity flashed in his eyes when he felt his cock hit the back of your mouth. Jake had to hold onto the nearby dresser for support, his knuckles going white. You gagged a little as his head brushed against your uvula, and then a few tears sprang in your eyes.
Jake watched them pool at your waterline, and he wiped at them with his thumb, cooing at you sympathetically.
“Just like that, baby,” he murmured, stifling a groan. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the back of your head to thrust into your mouth—careful, experimental. “Ah—fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Despite the unbelievably erotic image of you blowing him, Jake could also detect some smugness. As you bobbed your head, each motion driving Jake closer and closer to a release, you could pick up on the effect you were having on him.
His eyes, glazed over with lust, were threatening to roll back, but he was determined to keep them on you now. He couldn’t get enough of watching how you were taking him in, how you were so quick to pleasure him.
Then, as Jake felt heat burning under his skin, he gently pulled back, holding your jaw securely to keep you from chasing his cock. You looked up at him with a frown, head cocked to the side.
“What’s wrong?” you asked as he wordlessly helped you back up to your feet.
Jake switched your positions, backing you into the wall again. He slid his hand under your thigh, pulling it up so that your leg wrapped around his hip.
“My turn,” he said. “I’d rather be inside you when I cum.”
A needy little moan escaped your lips, and suddenly the both of you were a mess of hands, clawing and tearing to get each other’s clothes off. You yanked at Jake’s shirt, shoving it up and over his head, and he didn’t let it go unnoticed that your gaze dropped to the lines of his chest. You didn’t get much time to ogle, though, because Jake was quick to get rid of your clothes next, even snapping your bra off in one go. Your underwear, however, was pulled down with slow reverence. Jake had to take a minute to admire your breathtaking body in all its glory.
He never imagined this. All this overwhelming passion. Your body pressed flush against his—no walls up between either of you.
Jake almost felt like all of this was dreamlike as his finger skimmed your folds, moving to rub your clit in a slow, languid motion. A shaky whine fell from your lips.
“You’re already soaked, sweetheart,” he said. He slipped a finger inside you as you were opening your mouth, and your words died on your tongue. “You’re just as filthy as me, aren’t you?”
All he got in response was another petulant whine, like music to his ears. Jake added another finger, pumping it inside you while his thumb pressed against your clit. You squirmed in his hold, but Jake held you steady, keeping you pinned to the wall as he fingered your cunt.
“I thought about this so many times,” you gasped out, much to Jake’s surprise. He raised a brow while speeding up his ministrations. This only made it harder for you to get your words out coherently, so it took you a while to add, “Thought about you fucking me after those stupid arguments, just like this.”
Jake, a simple man, wasn’t built to handle such words; he would’ve come on the spot, untouched, if he wasn’t so eager to bury his cock in you.
Jake guided his cock to your slit, and the two of you moaned simultaneously as he pushed inside you. The room went a little fuzzy for a moment—something high-pitched seemed to be ringing in his ears—and then Jake’s hips met yours, drawing shuddering breaths and whimpers from you two.
Shit. He felt like he was on fire and your every moan was ice.
Caging you in his grip, he gave a shallow thrust, rousing a gasp from you. In turn, your leg curled tighter around his hip. Jake had to bury his face in your neck to suppress his groans, his hot breath fanning your skin as he littered kisses and bites along your supple skin. He just hoped your makeup could conceal the marks that were blooming along the tender column of your neck.
Another thrust—deeper, this time. He seemed to hit a spot that sent stars glittering behind your eyelids, judging by the dazed look that clouded your expression.
“M-more,” you begged, your voice catching on the end of the sentence.
"More? You want more?"
Your response came out in a breath. "Please."
Your hand threaded into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss, like it was all you could hold onto. The position your leg was in was strained at this angle, but you didn’t seem to care, clawing at Jake’s back to keep him closer.
His tongue slipped into your mouth without hesitation, and he was pretty sure he was getting drunk off the liquor on your tongue. Slowly, like he was taking off the training wheels, Jake’s hips started to move at a steady rhythm—shallow thrusts going deeper and deeper.
As Jake relentlessly thrusted into you, he left no place untouched, each stroke dragging inside you a little longer. It drew out the prettiest whines from you, so he couldn’t help but tease you a little longer. His otherwise consistent rhythm, however, faltered as you clenched around him tightly.
“I-I’m close,” you gasped out, pulling from the kiss to watch where his cock disappeared inside you.
“I've got you, sweetheart,” he replied gently, honey dripping from his words, and Jake held you tightly in his arms as he sped up his pace to bring you closer to your orgasm.
He was getting there, too—real close, actually. Jake felt like he was unravelling, his nerve endings alight, skin buzzing, and his breath trapped in his lungs. With a couple more thrusts, you shattered with his name on your lips, crying over the music. Jake had to cover your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet, but he couldn’t deny that he was loving how responsive you were. He followed after you with a loud groan, making sure to pull out before his cum spilled all over his hands.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Jake watched as your chest rose and fell for a couple of minutes. He tried to ground himself—convince himself that what just happened wasn’t a dream.
For the rest of the night, neither of you addressed how the next kiss held something deeper—something that reached beyond lust. Jake was sure you felt it, too, lingering like a secret between your lips, but he wouldn’t dare give that feeling a name just yet.
“Jake would be the type to catch feelings after hooking up.”
Park Sunghoon was the one to make this outrageous statement, effectively snapping Jake out of whatever dreamy daze he was in. Ever since he had sex with you hours ago, Jake couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt around him. He thought FaceTiming his friends would help clear his mind, but he was starting to believe that they were, in fact, the problem.
He didn’t return home immediately. Jake had to pretend like he didn’t just hook up with you when he went downstairs to talk to Kazuha and her very drunk roommates. One of them was so obviously flirting with Jake that you cornered him later to leave a prominent hickey on his collarbone. Then, after he sobered up enough to drive you home, you didn’t seem to have your heart set on getting back; you requested that Jake stop at a parking lot on two separate occasions (during a fifteen minute drive) so that he could eat you out in the backseat.
After that, there was a lot more kissing on the way to your doorstep, a lot of heavy petting as he carried you to your room, and you graciously offered to ride him before he drove back home.
When Jake recounted all of this to Jay and Sunghoon, he left to get himself a midnight snack because they were laughing their heads off for a record-breaking amount of time. It started to feel like a humiliation ritual.
At the end of the call, Jay spouted some bullshit like, “Heeseung won’t even care, trust me.”
Jake refused to even consider that as a possibility, but he vowed to keep his distance from you to make sure last night wouldn’t happen again. (It was important to note that he laughed right after because even he couldn’t believe that.)
Despite the shame that bubbled in Jake’s gut, he had to honor the commitment he made to Heeseung, even though it was a terrible idea to see you again. (No, it’s a wonderful idea! those feel-good neurotransmitters in his stupid, horny brain argued. Viagra in your future! Always prioritize sex! Get laid quick!) So, the next day, there he was—at 5:00 p.m. sharp—parked outside of your house with a sinking feeling that you were going to greet him in a way that would make your older brother faint on the spot.
The sky was splotched with peach and lavender, like a watercolor painting that dried into soft, muted hues. There was a dreamy glow out on the horizon, but when Jake turned to see you walking out of his house, there was the sun—ablaze with brilliant light.
Your eyes caught, and he felt suspended in time for a few seconds. Jake’s stupid, pathetic heart pumped out blood a bit too quickly.
Something was off, though.
You were wearing cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt with Snoopy printed on the front—more fitting for a sleepover than a charity event, no offense. Jake understood that plenty of people prioritized comfort in their outfit choices; although he was quite surprised that you, of all people, would fall in that category. He recalled that blink-182 concert where he had to take turns with Sunghoon to give you a piggyback ride back to the parking lot because you were so damn adamant on wearing your death trap high heels. Your ankles, of course, suffered the consequences.
But maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this meant that you felt comfortable around him… and whoever else was going to be at that charity event, he supposed.
Would it be so wrong to ask for clarification on the event, though? But what if he came across like he was prying too deeply into your personal life?
No—he would not dare make one comment about it.
So he didn’t. Until he realized that he made a grave mistake.
“A Love Island watch party? Heeseung told me this was a charity event!” Jake exclaimed, utterly baffled.
“Yeah, the winners get a hundred grand,” you replied casually, as if you hadn’t been withholding crucial information that would’ve changed Jake’s mind about following you into the house. “Voting for your favorite couple is basically charity work, if you think about it.”
Jake groaned. This was a set-up, and he was not about to stay over at Danielle’s to watch Love Island, of all shows.
But then, you leaned over to press a chaste kiss to Jake’s cheek. “If you don’t vote for Nicolandria, you’re dead to me, by the way,” you whispered. Although your choice of words weren’t exactly tempting, Jake found himself unbuckling his seatbelt and following you into the house. The effect you had on him was absurd.
To his surprise, though, he was thoroughly entertained for the night. Sure, he was the only guy in a room full of girls that had enough Stanley cups to beat him to death, but Jake almost felt like he was in his element. When Kim Minji went on a five minute rant to explain why Nicolandria deserved to be the winning couple, Jake was so intrigued that he ended up agreeing to join their Love Island nights until the season ended.
(He later discovered that Love Island released a new episode five days a week, but that somehow didn't change his mind on attending.)
In a tangled mess of feelings and desire, Jake was now making plans to keep seeing you. He only hoped that he could muster up the courage to tell his friend everything before things got serious with you.
Heeseung’s return didn’t change much, to be honest.
Jake was under the impression that he’d be far too paranoid to be messing around with you once your brother was back, but it seemed to be the exact opposite. He couldn’t get enough of you these days. Although you two were keeping things under wraps for now, Jake found it hard to not reach for your hand and think about how it would be if he could keep you by his side for longer. Whenever he woke up in your bed, he wanted time to freeze so that he could hold you until the moon came out again.
Oh, and their seminars.
You ended up proposing a solution to Jake’s problem. It wasn’t anything very sophisticated, but as soon as class ended, you’d be dragging Jake somewhere private to ease the tension growing in his jeans.
Or, when he was really done for, Jake would be the one pulling you along.
“No way,” you mouthed once as Jake grabbed your wrist right as soon as you walked out of the classroom. A smirk was creeping up your lips as you kept your eyes trained on him, effectively cracking through his impassive facade. Jake’s eyes flitted away before you could see any color bloom on his face. “Horny already? And to think I was holding back…”
Jake, who was too busy looking for the closest enclosed space that offered enough privacy, was walking so fast that you were nearly stumbling to keep up with him. He flung open the door to an empty lab. It seemed too risky to simply close the blinds when there was no lock on the door, but there was, however, an equipment room in the back. He pulled you over by the wrist, ushering you inside.
“Yeah,” he finally replied, turning the lock on the handle, “I was holding back, too.”
And then he fucked you against the door with one hand bruising your waist and the other wrapped around your throat.
He truly didn’t think this would be the course of his love life. Not that Jake was complaining, but he wished that being with you didn’t involve the daunting feat of confronting Heeseung. Not only could the interaction go disastrously, but Jake was terrified that Heeseung would look at him differently for going after his sister. He didn’t want to be the guy that Heeseung should’ve watched out for.
Jake willed himself to break the news to Heeseung after spending a Friday night with you, curled up on your bed and catching up on the latest season of Love Island. Jake had to admit that he was too deeply invested in the contestants’ storylines.
While he played with your hair, he heard you ask, “Can you ever see us dating? Like, officially going out?”
“Yeah,” he murmured back. “That’s the plan, isn’t it?”
The first time you told Jake you wanted things to get serious, he outright told you no. However, his body betrayed him when he nodded enthusiastically along with his refusal, making you even more confused. Now, though, Jake was determined to get that conversation with Heeseung out of the way. Leading you on would break his heart more than not getting your brother’s approval.
When Jake decided to fess up to Heeseung, though, he made sure Jay and Sunghoon were right with him. They knew how honest Jake’s intentions were—kind of—and they would surely have his back when it came down to it.
Unfortunately, he forgot that Jay and Sunghoon were the two worst people for this sort of situation.
“This is the worst boba consistency I’ve ever had,” Sunghoon complained, stabbing at the last of the boba pearls in his taro milk tea. “Sorry, Heeseung, what were you saying? You made the basket or whatever.”
(“Oh, Heeseung, I need to tell you something,” Jake mumbled as quietly as possible, although the wind successfully drowned him out.)
“Close—that would be basketball,” Heeseung replied. “But, yeah, I made the winning goal. Whoever wants to ride my dick is going on a waitlist.”
(“Speaking of…”)
“Shit. Put me on the waitlist,” Sunghoon said. “Priority reservation, please.”
(“Heeseung…”)
“I’ll get to you eventually, Twenty-Six.”
(“Heeseung?”)
Jay pounded a fist on the table. “Jake has something to say!” After witnessing his friend moping about and mumbling for so long, it was only a matter of time before he snapped.
Heeseung looked alarmed for a moment before asking, “What’s up?”
Jake only had a few seconds to shoot Jay a death glare before he had to fix his face and explain, “Right, um… I kind of have to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s really not that bad if you think about it.”
“Okay…”
“And, actually, it should be more reassuring that it’s me and not—”
Heeseung scratched the side of his head. “Uh, I’m still gonna need context.”
“I’m, uh… so, I’m…” Jake sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “So, I’m kinda seeing Y/N.”
There it was. The truth was out and Jake could stop skirting around it. He knew it would be near impossible to keep hiding it because Jake discovered that he was becoming far more endeared by you with each coming day. Absolutely terrifying, really, considering that he was already endeared at an incomprehensible level.
Heeseung’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “You and Y/N?”
As if the whole thing couldn’t get any more awkward, you walked right out of the boba shop that the four of them were just in. To be fair, Heeseung was the one that called you over because he put in a request for a breakfast wrap after stalking your location, but of course you had to come out right this minute.
“Damn,” you said, scrunching your nose up in distaste. “Garbage boba consistency.”
“Right?!” Sunghoon exclaimed. Jake was starting to think that he should’ve just met up with Heeseung on his own. “We should never go here again."
Jake was petrified as Heeseung, completely unfazed by your arrival, stared at Jake in utter disbelief. He couldn’t peel his eyes away, even after you dropped his breakfast wrap onto the table in front of him. “Wait, hold on—before anyone says anything else—did you just say that you’re seeing Y/N? Y/N, my sister?” He practically flung his arm to point at you. “Her?”
Jake swallowed thickly, but you casually answered for him, “Yeah, he is.”
The air around him thickened, pressing down on his chest like a weight. Jake’s thoughts were spiraling by now, imagining countless scenarios of Heeseung dropping him as a friend and forever plagued by his betrayal. Jake knew his friend deeply, and he knew that when Heeseung was hurt, he’d—
“Nice,” Heeseung drawled, raising his fist so that you could fist-bump it. “About time, too.”
What?
“You’re not mad?” Jake blurted out, floored by the response. Now this was a turn of events that he didn’t prepare for in the countless scenes he practiced in his head.
“I asked you to drive her to Danielle’s for a reason, dude. She could’ve just taken an Uber.”
“Wait… you were in on this?”
“I wouldn’t say I was in on anything, but I knew she had a thing for you. I was just glad she’s interested in you and not, like, Sunghoon.”
“Hey,” Sunghoon piped up, sounding stung, but he seemed to recover quickly. “I’m saving myself for you, Heeseung.”
“Twenty-six—remember that.”
“See? I told you, you had nothing to worry about,” you said as you slid into the bench next to Jake, reaching over to squeeze his hands. “Now you can stop denying that it’s perfectly fine for us to date.”
“Okay, maybe I was just a little in over my head.” Jake returned a sheepish—and frankly, lovesick—grin, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple. Now that Jake had you, despite his friends cringing before him, he didn’t want to let you go.
He could probably also admit to himself that he had liked you all along.
That, he supposed, was what Jay meant about implausible deniability.
AUTHOR'S NOTE ▸ the jake brainrot really got to me this time 🚬 thank you for reading this if you made it all the way here !! i'm so so grateful if you chose to give this fic a chance so i hope you enjoyed :') also contrary to how the summary sounds, jake is too babygirl for me to not make him a loverboy <33 i swear something about him just screams Yearning
Once again been brought to my attention that this individual has been stealing work from writers to translate and repost on their little Wattpad account. Please report them - the work they've stolen from me is here, but reporting the user in general for copyright infringement should shut their shit down pretty fast 👌
but there’s a lot of chapters that just translate to “credit to original author on tumblr” so i’d highly recommend checking yourself to see if you recognize any of your work.
there’s also some blogs that i couldn’t tags so i’m not sure if they’re deactivated or if tumblr’s just acting up on my end, but if you know them please let them know!
some authors tagged have multiple works stolen as well.
Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.
◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇
The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior
◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇
Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha
(Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)
◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇
This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.
◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.
Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.
There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).
◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇
You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.
◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇
This is a super casual project.
Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.
Novel format without narration (full dialogs).
There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.
There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.
Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.
Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.
To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.
Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.
I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇
No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.
I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!
◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇
hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace
Day 56 of waiting for sub heizou studysjsbnsns no pressure seriously I just simp
Sub! Heizou x GN Dom! Reader
A\N: It was tempting to wait full 56 days to write this, but i’m not that petty, I was just busy. Hope you enjoy.
Warnings: nsfw, overstim, slight degradation, spanking, leash play, anal sex, cock stands for strap\cock as usual.
Wordcount: 3k
I don’t think there needs to be a lot of analysis to justify Heizou being a sub, it’s fairly intentionally in your face in both hangout and ahem, birthday “yawning” art, because that’s the most most obvious bottom “O-face” since Gorou’s “moaning and tearing up over the bowl of onions” emoji.
Like in two endings he straight up says out loud his confidence is partly a facade and he’d really love for someone else to sometimes step up and take the charge, but no one does bc ppl think he’s too smart.
”Haha, well, as you might see, I’m a little less confident than people might think.”
“And everyone around me thinks I’m so smart that I should be able to handle every case on my own.<...> But you’re different. Unlike them, you don’t have that kind of prejudice towards me. <...> So I’d like you to decide whether we should expose the truth or not.”
He’s not a pushover and he’s not a pillow princess-y type, but he’s also not a brat. He’ll encourage you to take the lead and won’t criticize your choices, but he will *evaluate them*.
First of all, on how well you’re keeping up with his hyperactive ADHD goblin nature, and second, he’ll leave the unspoken puzzle and see if you’ll manage to figure it out.
He’s open for experimentation and fairly shameless, but how far he’ll go pretty much depends on if he judges you competent enough for this.
Like, meeting him in the hangout starts with him openly calling Traveler “so dreamy”, and then he lets the Traveler decide what course of action to take, but only divulges hidden information after the Traveler showed that they have a deeper understanding of a situation and connected several puzzle dots themselves.
His inner conflict is when it’s immoral or not to withhold information and does it depend on how capable a person given this information is. The law does not really factor into this, Heizou will act on his own principles instead.
Like in the hangout case he only tells the Traveler that he will follow their choice (see above) after the Traveler presents him with the evidence and proves they have sound judgment.
So he’d *LIKE* to let someone else make decisions, but he wants to make sure that someone else is qualified. So he won’t like outright lie, but he will withhold context if you don’t show him that you get it.
Then he can get quite clingy, like telling Traveler that he’d love to have them as a partner all the time, haha he’s joking, he wouldn’t want to be so greedy…UNLESS???
In a situation where he does trust the other person’s competence, he likes to feel helpless, overpowered and needy, if you indulge him in it. His ideal situation is where you understand that he’s smart and capable himself and he doesn’t strictly need you to take charge, but would enjoy it.
He wants to have fun without anyone making it too weird, and he wants to know you have a clear head on your shoulders, that’s it.
One day while you’re walking down the street near your home, a group of obvious miscreants runs by and a young man in white shirt and brown shorts follows them. The last of ruffians shoves him while they’re running past you and you catch him to stop him from hitting a corner of a house with his head. When the bandit looks back, you instinctively shield a man in your arms with your shoulder, and the bandit obviously judges it not worth the trouble, runs away.
When you look at the man you’re holding, he’s looking up at you with a wide smile, bright green eyes twinkling.
“Oh, thank you, my savior!”
“I didn’t do anything,” you say, putting him upright. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m fine!” he suddenly pauses, looks you over and says in a weaker tone, leaning into you. “I mean, I’m a little not fine, nothing major, but perhaps if someone could look after me for just a little bit?...”
You take him to get coffee just to keep an eye on him and end up talking for hours. His name is Heizou, he’s flirty, fun and cute, has ruffled mauve hair and little twin moles under his eyes, asks more questions than he’d like to answer about himself, wears a choker and a shirt that leaves his sides bare, and would very obviously love to get dommed from how he talks to you. But you cannot in good conscience take advantage of him now, because his eagerness might be an effect from the shock, so you let him go.
Day later you talk with a neighbor and he mentions how the young detective who from his words meets Heizou’s description just caught a group of pickpockets.
“Detective, huh?” you ask out loud, and some things that didn’t make sense before fall into place. Like an exaggerated weak affect and how eagerly he pushed himself on you.
Couple of days after you walk into a confrontation in one of the secluded courtyards on the way to your home. There’s Heizou and opposite of him a group headed by the large white-haired oni. It looks incredibly awkward and staged.
“Oh, it’s my savior again!” Heizou says coquettishly, smiling at you. “Hello there! It seems you’re just in time to save me once again.”
“From what?” you say calmly, crossing your arms.
“From being mugged, of course.”
“So these guys need to be arrested, huh?”
A tall oni starts shifting nervously, looking back and forth from you to Heizou.
“Hey, hey, we didn’t agree on…”
A green-haired woman elbows him and he stumbles.
“I mean, you can’t arrest us, we’re big bad bandits, rawr!”
You ignore him, looking Heizou straight in the eyes. He pauses for a second, then pretends to be fainting in your direction. You catch him, rolling your eyes. Green-haired woman punches the oni in his side and they run away with the entire group.
“Oh, thank you,” Heizou says, looking artistically disheveled in your arms.
“No problem, Detective,” you say coldly and he tenses, straightens up.
“So you know…”
“Yeah. And I don’t appreciate being played for a fool.”
“Listen, it’s not like that… It’s just that I... I wanted you to treat me like a sub, but you didn’t do anything after we first met, and I thought maybe if you see me in an even weaker state...”
“I didn’t do anything because you seemed too irrational from shock. If you just told me the truth that you’re detective and were fine, you’d be spread on my bed few nights ago.“
He blushes, but his green eyes light up.
“I would? Oh, I mean, I am fine and we cleared the misunderstandings, so?... Um? About spreading?“
You shake your head, narrowing your eyes.
“Only come to me if you’re ready to drop your bullshit. I’m sure you can figure out how to find me, Detective.“
“Hey there!” he’s bouncing on your threshold a day after with the widest obnoxious smile, and you wouldn’t see the tinge of nervousness under it if you weren't paying attention. “So you said I can come if I dropped the bullshit and um, you can pat me over, including cavity search if you want, to make sure I haven’t got any on me”
You roll your eyes, hooking your fingers under his choker, pull him close and kiss him. He stumbles for a second, but then melts, throws his arms around your neck and presses against you. You can feel him getting hard as you pull him towards the bedroom and then throw him roughly onto the bed. He looks up, his green eyes sparkling in delight.
“Cavity search?” you say incredulously, crawling over him to slide your hands under his shirt and pulling off both of his layers. “That was terrible.”
“I know, I know, I panicked,” he moves his arms to help you get the shirt off, then pulls frantically at the ties of the armguards. “I was going to say you have a search warrant, but somehow it turned into a cavity search.”
“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” you grin against his cheek and pull his pants and underwear off in one smooth motion. He gasps, and when you grab his ankles and forcefully spread his legs, he blushes but looks you straight in the eye, already fully hard and breathless in excitement.
“I am? I mean, of course I am, but do tell me more about it.”
You kiss him instead, roam your hands over his slender body, and he arches under you, moans against your mouth. You slide your hand down, close it over hard, twitching cock and he whines, bucks his hips against your palm.
“Oh yeah,” he whispers feverishly. “Yes... Don’t be afraid to treat me rough…”
“Oh trust me, I won’t,” you grope his leaking cock and balls in your hand, firmly like you own them, and he whines sweetly, looking up at you with excitement in half-narrowed eyes. When you slide your hand down and circle his entrance, he comes immediately, pressing himself against you.
You chuckle, kissing him.
“In my defense, I spent some long nights imagining you touching me, so I’m not taking criticisms on how quick I came,“ he mutters, squirming under you, cheeks blushing brightly.
You grin and stand up, moving away.
“Well, you’re not getting away that easily, kitten. I’ll be back shortly.“
When you walk back to the bed, he has finished taking off the last piece of the guard and is waiting for you, naked except for the elbow-high fishnet gloves and a choker.
“I have something that I think you would like,” you smirk, showing him a leash and he gasps, visibly lighting up.
“Have you thought about becoming a detective yourself? That’s spot on.”
“It wasn’t a very hard deduction to make,” you hook your fingers under his choker, lifting him up, and he follows, grinning under the bitten lip. He’s so lovely in how blushing and eager he is while you’re closing the leash on his neck, looking up at you from under the ruffled bangs.
You turn him around, so that he leans against the bedrest and he giggles, settling down on his knees.
“Oh, great, I wasn’t sure how to breach the subject of… consequences of being naughty.”
“You don’t try playing hard to get, do you?” you grin, slide your hand from his intentionally arched back to caress smooth skin of the perky ass, obviously and eagerly presented for you.
“No, why, would you want me to?” he shoots you a sharp glance over the shoulder, analytical even now.
“No,” you say pleasantly and slap his ass, hard. He gasps, shudders, but arches even more, presses quickly reddening, tender flesh harder against your hand. You spread him and run your fingers between his legs.“I like it when you’re being open.”
“I don’t see the point in denying the obvious,” he says, still sounding mostly collected, if a little breathless in excitement. “And if I don’t show what I want, how will I get it?”
You strike his ass again, several times in a row, until it’s blooming red and he’s whining quiet and sweet, then you stroke it.
“Very logical of you,” you say, squeezing his sensitive ass while he’s squirming needily under your hands, and kiss the sharp curve of his shoulder, move his ruffled hair aside and get to his neck. “Unlike the stunt you tried to pull earlier.”
“Oh well, I miscalculated,” he says airly. “And it’s not as if I was trying to deceive you, it’s that I know that once people hear who I am they misjudge… the way I’d want to be treated. So I just wanted to make sure you get the right impression.”
You tug on the leash, pulling him close, his back against your chest. He gasps, arches his back and rubs his ass against you.
“Or you could’ve just said so honestly, you dumbass,” you run your hand over his chest down, close it over his cock and kiss him, still tugging on the leash. He kisses you back, eager and a little sloppy, rocks his hips, rutting against your palm.
“Well, taking your advice on speaking openly,” he whispers breathlessly after breaking a kiss, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek. “I’m close again and I want to come from you fucking me.”
“Good boy.”
You pull him into your lap, over the strap\cock, and he squirms, straddling your knees. You catch his chin, while he’s lowering himself over onto the head of your cock, make him meet your eyes, his own hazy green, cheeks bright in blush, pink lips half-open and taking short feverish breaths. You put your hands on his hips and push him all the way down until you’re fully buried in him, and he moans, shuddering and arching in your arms.
“Ah! Oh yes, yeah, like that, oh fuck…”
He rides you, his hips moving rhythmically and his hard cock bouncing against his stomach, but when you close your hand over it, he whines, digs his fingers into your shoulders.
“Please, no, I’ll come too soon if you touch me…”
You let him go and chuckle, pepper kisses over his neck, chest, lick over his pink hardened nipple, while he’s whimpering pleas and fucking himself on your cock.
“You’re really such a slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, fuck, I love it, I love how your cock feels inside of me, please…”
You tug on his leash, making him arch, suck on the tender juncture between his shoulder and neck. He comes just like that, screaming, his movements turning frantic. You push him down on his back, roll over him without taking your cock out.
“Can you take any more, kitten?”
“Yes.. yes, please keep fucking me,” he’s trembling under you, but says this firmly, looks you in the eye without hesitation, his ass clenching around you. “Use me like I’m your toy…”
You lift his legs up, pressing his knees against his chest, exposing his ass and thighs, still pink from spanking. You can see his oversensitive red cock getting hard just from being spread and exposed like that, and when you thrust deeply into him, he screams and tries to lift himself off the bed, writhing under you. You grip his hips and fuck him hard, hitting his prostate, until his mouth is going slack and his eyes roll over, his pleas turn into incoherent moans and whimpers.
You lean down, cock buried deep inside him, kiss the corner of his mouth. He whines, his arms tightening around your shoulders and his hips rolling to take you even deeper.
“You've been very good, kitten,” you whisper against his parted lips, his green eyes glittering with held tears. “Come for me, baby.”
He comes after a few thrusts, clutching at you, and you fuck him through it until he goes limp. Then you slide out of him, let him curl against you, his chest heaving, trying to catch his breath. You hold him and gently stroke his hair until he stops shivering, giving him time to come to senses before you’ll move to clean up.
“How fast will you want me to leave?” he asks, quietly, but his voice is firm, neutral. “I know I can be annoying in large doses, so if you need me to get out, I can…”
You silence him with a kiss, slow and sweet to calm him down.
“It’s okay, kitten, you don’t annoy me. Don’t worry about it, just rest.”
He freezes for a second and then suddenly presses himself desperately against you, clutches at your shoulders. You stroke his hair, neck, sharp knobs of his spine soothingly, whisper sweet nothings in his ear until his body relaxes. He rubs his cheek against your chest and looks up with a cheeky grin.
Hey, I got a bit uncomfortable because for the taehyun and hueningkai smut you wrote you used a picture from when they were minors. I know it might not seem like a big deal but it looks like you're sexualisimg minors, and they've both been adults for a while so why not choose a pic where they're both adults? They've always been good looking but seeing pics of minors attached to adult content is a point im not so comfortable with and idk why ppl do it. Sorry. /g
hi! i just looked up a picture of the two online and tried to find one that would crop well. i also didn’t mean to sexualize the picture, i just wanted to put one there to try and mimic the style of my other posts. tbh i don’t remember which pictures are from which age so i was unaware that they were minors. i also put the post together in a rush since ive closed my account and don’t have much time for finding the best photo for my post. the picture has since been taken off the post, and i apologize for making you feel uncomfortable as it was not my intention.
(that is unfinished, not proof read, and 9 months late)
taehyun x hueningkai x reader
smut | warnings: UNFINISHED (summary for ending at the end), gn!reader, sub!kai, tyun and reader are both doms?, oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, tyun watches | word count: 3668 (give or take)
this wasn’t what you had hoped for. this was, actually, the worst possible outcome. remember when people told you to “hope for the best” and “not focus on the bad possibilities?” yeah, well that was total bull shit.
it’s stupid, really; how you stopped being friends with taehyun and hueningkai. you’ve known them since middle school. they were always the ones you gravitated towards. while all the other kids drew penises on the gym walls, you three actually… weren’t menaces to society? sure, you and kai weren’t the perfect students (while taehyun was getting straight A’s), but none of you did shit to get on your teachers nerves. you payed attention in class, did the homework, and didn’t skip class. yeah, you were pretty average students, but compared to the other immature kids around you, kai and hyun were your saving grace. they really… got you? you were all a bit more mature compared to other kids your age. they stuck with you to high school. again, some pretty immature idiots surrounded you three, which made your bond even stronger. when you think about it really, each of you individually excelled where the other two lacked. taehyun always tried to help you and kai get better grades.
“thanks, but no thanks. im just gonna do the homework and hope for the best on the final,” you said packing your things to head home for the day.
“same. maybe if inspiration strikes i might study a little bit, but let’s be honest, that’s not gonna happen,” kai said as he followed your actions.
“whatever. when you both get C’s on your finals don’t come crying to me,” taehyun said walking away from your desks.
you would always try to get taehyun to be more daring; ya know, be a teenager.
“come on, hyun. seriously, what could possibly go wrong,” you tugged on taehyuns sleeve.
“what could possibly go wrong?!” taehyun stared at you and kai with wide eyes. “kai you’re going with them? you’re asking me to go to an abandoned water park. you know what could go wrong? let’s see… there could be dangerous animals and bugs that could kill us. there could be infectious materials that could send us to the hospital. there could be… NO! there WILL be lots of bacteria that could possibly give us diseases-“
“whatever! kai and i will go by ourselves then,” you cut taehyun off, tired of hearing his logical excuses.
“fine. i’ll go with you.”
“i thought you just said you wouldn’t go?!” you yelled as you hit taehyuns arm.
“well i don’t want to feel left out. but if you and kai end up doing some stupid shit while we’re there i swear to god-.”
kai was in touch with his soft side, and was always there for you and taehyun whenever you needed help emotionally.
“kai…” you sniffled watching kai put his earbuds in so he could hear you better.
“y/n… it’s three in the morning? what’s wrong bub?” you could see you woke kai up with your facetime call, which made you begin to cry again.
“i’m sorry for waking you… i can talk about this when you wake up later if you want...”
“no, no. it’s okay, trust me. i don’t know what’s going on. you can tell me everything, or nothing if you want. just know that im here whenever.”
overall, you three were the perfect matches. how could you ever be separated? how could you stop being friends with each other?
well, to put in simply, once you all made it to college you sorta just… fell apart? your schedules never matched up with all of you having jobs and different class schedules. little by little, each of you started to gain new friends.
new friends who’s schedules matched with yours.
new friends who didn’t click as well as taehyun and kai did.
new friends who you weren’t undeniably in love with.
you don’t know when it started. from what you can remember, you came to terms with your crushes on both taehyun and kai around 11th grade. you weren’t sure whether you liked them separately… or together. does that even make sense? your feelings are… weird. you weren’t sure if you would be satisfied with dating just one of them. you wanted both, but not in a cheating sort of way? as an 11th grader, you had no clue what your feelings were. you had no idea if they were normal, if they had a name; all you knew was you wanted to date both of your best friends. now, as a sophomore in college, you understood your feelings. you came to terms with your feelings. you just realized too late. you were polyamorous, yes, but you had lost the boys you were in love with.
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you didn’t want to go to a new years party. at least, that’s what you told yourself. your ‘friends’ forced you to go though, telling you “it will be fun,” and “it will be good for you to go out and live a little.”
‘live a little.’ reminds you of your days forcing taehyun to be a bit more risky in life.
“fine. i’ll go.”
you hated how the conversation reminded you so much of kai and taehyun. you hated how much you sounded like taehyun right now. weren’t you the one who used to beg others to go do things? what happened?
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just like you imaged, this party wasn’t all very ‘fun.’ your ‘friends’ are all drunk and are no where to be found.
‘they’re all probably sleeping with people by now.’ it was only 10, but you wouldn’t be surprised. the party is, huge to say the least. it’s being held at the biggest frat house you have ever seen, and you’ve seen quite a few movies with college parties. a three story house with a huge pool in the back, base-boosted music played both inside and outside. yup, it’s just like the movies.
you sat on the stairs connecting the second and third floors, red solo cup in hand. hey, might as well enjoy the free drinks while you’re here. with no one to talk to, you scrolled on your phone, trying to ignore the couple making out just a few feet in front of you. best part about this frat house: the amount of bedrooms. the couple would likely be occupying one in no time.
“the music they play here is awful,” you mutter to yourself unconsciously.
“i know right.”
well you definitely weren’t expecting a reply. you look up quickly in shock to see taehyun. your eyes widen, not expecting to see him at all, let alone at a party.
“i didn’t think you would be one for parties mr. kang.” you try not to let your nervousness show. you didn’t want to make things awkward between you two. sure, it’s only been a few months since you last talked, but it’s felt like forever. plus, your feelings are still very strong for both kai and taehyun. just seeing him makes your heart rate speed up.
“oh trust me, im not. but someone i used to know used to tell me to ‘live a little’ all the time. i figured i would give it a try.” his shoulder was resting against the wall, and he, too, had a red solo cup in his hand. “do you mind if i have a seat?”
you shook your head and put your phone away. taehyun sat an awkwardly far distance away, but you don’t blame him. at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if taehyun is a whole different person from when you last spoke. college can really do that to you; give you a reality check. who you truly are, who you want to hang around, what your intentions in life are. it all happens so fast once you enter college.
“have you spoken to kai recently?” you’re genuinely curious about kai. you miss him like hell. you’ve felt very… down lately, to say the least. you don’t feel like yourself around the people you now call your ‘friends,’ and you miss being able to rant to kai. you really wish he was still in your life.
“actually, i have. he’s here, at the party. when did you last speak to him?” taehyun took a sip from his cup, looking into your eyes. you unconsciously began to stare back. his eyes are so beautiful and captivating. it felt like once you began staring you could never look away. something about his eyes tonight… they were different. they were, darker?
“is this a bad time to interrupt?” you quickly looked away from taehyuns eyes at the sound of another voice speaking to you. you look over to see the the man of the conversation, hueningkai.
‘jesus fucking christ the universe must really hate me right now,’ you thought to yourself. as if it couldn’t get any faster, your heart starts to feel as if it will beat out of your chest at any moment.
“nope, we were just talking about you,” taehyun replies.
“ah i see. i hope it was all good things. mind if i join you two?”
you didn’t notice that you were staring until kai turned his gaze away from taehyun and towards you. you quickly begin shaking your head.
“please, go ahead.” you can definitely hear your nervousness in your voice now.
kai sits down two stairs in front of you and taehyun, moving his body so his legs rest on the same step to make looking at you two easier. an awkward silence rises between you three. just as you were about to try and break it, kai beats you to it.
“i miss you guys. like, a lot. the people i hang out with now just aren’t the same as you guys. i really wanna try to hang out together again.”
it was shockingly straight forward, but you felt the same way.
“same.” you look over at taehyun who’s eyes are glued to kai. it seems like kai was under the same sort of spell you were, because they both stared into each other’s eyes until you spoke.
“yeah. i didn’t want to make it all awkward but i fucking miss you guys.” kai and taehyun snap out of their dazes and look at you. you aren’t sure who to look at, so your eyes switch from between the two. like taehyun, kai’s eyes where different than usual. they gave off the same aura that taehyuns did. dark, sultry, and somewhat full of lust. you’re unsure as to whether it was your feelings, your arousal, or your 4th drink telling you their eyes were different, but god did they both look good. you could tell taehyun had worked out a lot more lately, his biceps bigger than from when you last saw him. kai had bleached his hair, and honestly, it looked really good on him. you tried to push down your feelings while in the conversation, but when they both looked so good, it was impossible.
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you’re unsure how you got here, but after a few more drinks, you, taehyun, and kai were playing a game of truth or dare. it was to ‘catch up’ as you had put it, or, as the 7th cup of whatever alcohol you had put it. you hoped it would go as planned. everyone says that a game of truth or dare starts off boring, but as time goes on it gets spicer. god, did you hope that applied here.
you spun the empty bottle on the step no one sat on. taehyun.
“truth or dare?” you asked looking from the bottle to taehyun.
“truth. let’s test the waters before we go picking dare,” he said leaning his back against the railing and crossing his arms.
“alright but i warned you, i’m not asking any wimpy questions,” you also leaned back into the wall, giving him a small smirk. “have you slept with anyone in the last few months?”
you could hear kai lightly choke on his drink, clearly surprised by your question. your eyes never left taehyun though. you watched as his eyebrows initially raised at the question, but he quickly put a smirk on his lips.
“i have.”
you’re unsure what you were hoping to hear, but you’re sure it wasn’t that. your heart slightly broke hearing his words, but another sip of your drink and that feeling went away. you played off your feelings with a laugh.
“damn. cocky now, are we?” the sly grin returning to your face. all taehyun did was chuckle before reaching down to spin the bottle. kai.
you both look down at kai to see him blushing like crazy. like yours earlier, kai’s eyes switched between you and taehyun. he looked very… small.
“alright, kai. truth or dare?” taehyun’s tone was slightly seductive in a way. his head rose slightly as if to intimidate kai.
“u-uhm… truth.” you could hear the nervousness in kai’s voice, now.
“are you still a virgin?” taehyun moved his upper body to come closer to kai’s face, kai’s cheeks becoming even redder.
“y-yah! what kind of question is that… yes.” the last word came out like a whisper, but it was audible. kai couldn’t look at taehyun in the eyes anymore, his face moving down, eyes suddenly finding his drink very interesting.
you watched the entire scene play out, unsure whether to be jealous, joyous, or extremely turned on.
“my turn,” kai suddenly bursted out.
he quickly spun the bottle. y/n. how perfect, everyone gets a turn.
“truth or dare?”
you looked both boys in the eyes; “dare.”
taehyun whistles, breaking eye contact with you. “you always have to be the dare devil, don’t you?”
you smile at what you took as a compliment.
“uhm, i don’t know… i dare you to… kiss taehyun?”
both you and taehyun look at kai with wide eyes.
“w-what. was that a bad dare?” kai’s eyes also widened, the blush that had left his cheeks returning.
“no, it wasn’t,” you hear taehyun say. you look to see him smirking at you again. “let’s see if the dare devil is up for the challenge.”
oh this boy. you mirrored his smirk and leaned your head forward, raising your eyebrows to challenge him. taehyun followed in moving his head forward, your faces now inches apart. before you knew it, you crashed your lips onto taehyun’s. your lips moved rhythmically against his, his soft lips feeling so good against yours. you placed down your drink and moved your arms to wrap around his neck, moving your body closer to his to get into a more comfortable position. his tongue swept your bottom lip, and you granted him access to explore your mouth. your tongues danced around one another, your lips still moving perfectly against one another. you both ran out of breath too soon for your liking, breaking the kiss with a string of saliva attaching your lips. panting, you look into taehyun’s eyes as they seemed to be even darker than before. you look over to see kai, mouth parted slightly, eyes seemingly in a daze. you cleared your throat to catch his attention. he slightly shook his head at the sound, eyes snapping between you and taehyun.
“did that satisfy you, kai?” you asked half innocently and half teasingly.
more blush came onto kai’s cheeks as he nodded, eyes again finding his drink more interesting than anything else in the world.
“good.” you smirked as you grabbed the bottle and spun it again. kai.
“kai,” you started, his eyes looking up into yours. “truth or dare?” now your voice was seductive. you’re unsure where the night was taking you, but damn you weren’t regretting your actions one bit.
“truth,” he quickly spat out.
“oh come on, kai. remember what i told you about living a little. why don’t you pick dare?”
“fine… dare then, i guess…” you could hear the uneasiness in kai’s voice as he obliged.
“relax, kai. you know i won’t make you do anything crazy. how about you return the favor, hm? let me watch you kiss taehyun.” you need to take some of this alcohol home, because god was it making you feel extremely confident right now.
you could see kai swallow as his eyes widened again. you looked over at taehyun to see him staring at you, the smirk seemingly never leaving his lips. he looked over at kai who was now looking at him.
“you heard them,” taehyun raised his eyebrows as he spoke. “come here baby.” taehyun lowered himself onto the step kai was sitting on. he began to lean in as he watched kai’s eyes flutter shut. taehyun brought his free hand around the back of kai’s head, pushing kai forward for their lips to meet. kai’s eyes flew open at the action, but quickly closed them again when the kiss found a rhythm. was it normal to get this turned on watching two men make out, or is it just because the two men were also your crushes? taehyuns fingers grasped kai’s hair, the action making kai whimper quietly. the kiss was over too soon again, taehyun and kai breaking the kiss to catch their breaths. taehyun’s arm fell from kai’s hair to rest of his shoulder, the two smiling as kai quickly looked away.
“such a nice show you put on for me,” you said, sounding more seductive than ever. taehyun moved his body back to his original spot on the stairs.
“let me go.” taehyun moved his hand to spin the bottle. y/n.
“the dare devil again. are you willing to live up to your name?”
“of course. dare.” you weren’t sure what battle was going on between you and taehyun, but you sure weren’t going to lose it.
“well since everyone except for me got a show, i think it’s time i get one. i dare you to give kai head.”
this was going way better than expected. both you and kai were shocked at taehyun’s words, but kai was definitely more embarrassed about the dare.
“yah! w-when did i ever agree to this dare,” kai tries to retaliate.
“please kai, your boner isn’t doing a very good job at hiding itself. don’t you want a bit of help from our friend y/n. or do you not want their pretty lips wrapped around you?”
taehyun’s dirty words made kai shiver. sweat could visibly be seen on kai’s forehead. he quickly tried to cover his bulge with his hands, the bulky solo cup coming to his advantage.
“w-where would they even be able to do that? there’s no way we’re doing that on the stairs.”
now you lowered yourself onto the same step as kai. you wrap your arms around his neck, the same way you did to taehyun.
“baby boy, there’s a reason this house is so popular for parties. there’s so many bed rooms.” you slowly brought your face closer to kai’s until your noses were touching. he let out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes, expecting you to kiss him. instead, you grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him up, guiding him up the stairs. you found the nearest bedroom with an open door, pushing kai inside and stepping in, yourself. you waited for taehyun to enter the room before you closed the door and locked it. you slowly walked over to kai, placing your hands on his chest and moving them up behind his head. you pressed your lips against his. his lips were different than taehyun’s. kai’s lips were plumper, making sucking on them so addicting. his kiss was different too. kai submitted so easily. his tongue didn’t fight for dominance like taehyun’s. he let you take control. you walked forward, pushing kai until he stopped. knowing he met the mattress frame, you softly pushed him, but enough to make him fall back onto the mattress. you got on your knees and slowly began taking off kai’s belt. you could feel him grow more impatient by the second. after you removed his belt, you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. with every extra second you took, you could feel kai grow needier. you removed his jeans, keeping his boxers on as an excuse to tease longer. you softly palmed kai’s member through the fabric, a long moan escaping his lips.
“p-please.” kais eyes looked into yours helplessly.
“you’re so needy baby. don’t worry, you’ll get what you want eventually, as long as you’re a good boy. will you be a good boy for me?”
the boy nodded quickly. ‘how cute,’ you thought. you removed kais boxers to reveal his long dick. the tip was red and angry, clearly in need of some attention.
“who knew the innocent, sweet kai would have such a big dick? you probably don’t even know what to do with this thing.” you quickly took the tip into your mouth, earning a mix of a moan and whine from kai. you kitten-licked his slit, causing more incoherent sounds to leave kais lips. soon, you began bobbing your head slowly, fitting as much of his dick as you could into your mouth. kai grew louder from this, not seeming to care if someone walked by and heard. not like they could if they tried; the loud, terrible music had one good quality: it was loud.
taehyun was sitting on the desk chair watching the whole scene play out. his legs were spread open as he palmed his dick through his pants. he loved the sounds kai was making. he loved how dominant you were. he loved the faces kai made when you did something he liked. he loved how you teased and toyed with kai. taehyun loved this scenario. he loved watching the two people he was in love with be so dirty for his enjoyment.
“y/n… please- i need more-“ kai could barely get any words out.
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i never finished this im so sorry.
the original plan was to make this a SUPER SLOW BURN but as i kept writing that plan changed to make it so it was quick and simple. i was going to end this where they all wake up the next morning and confess to each other and become a throuple!!
GENRE. cotton candy fluff, little bits of crack, teeny tiny angst in kaeya’s part, established relationship.
CW. use of pet names.
THOUGHTS. weewoo, my first multi post! i may have screamed, kicked my feet in the air, and sobbed while writing this and i hope you do too <3 /pos
☆ masterlist.
XIAO turns his face away nervously. You are silent, yet your gaze speaks many volumes; volumes that he is unable to comprehend properly. What exactly should an Adeptus say to such peculiar manner of staring? Xiao clears his throat, “If you have words to spare, then spit them out.” Bold words for someone with reddening cheeks.
VENTI grins as if he had caught a thief red-handed. “Is it me or is someone awfully shameless today, hm?” Although it is clear as day that you’re not even trying to hide it, this bard sees the opportunity to tease you and he takes it in stride. As a performer, Venti is used to having eyes on him — but to receive such attention from his beloved is so much sweeter, is it not?
smut / suggestive | warnings: reader is referred to as “mommy” but doesn’t necessarily state a gender, sadist!reader, edging (male receiving), oral (male receiving), dacryphilia, just smut no plot | word count: 611
“p-please mommy it h-hurts.”
kai laid on the bed, legs spread as you pumped his cock with your hands slowly. his tip was red and angry from all his denied orgasms, so much pre cum leaking from the tip anyone else would think he’s actually cum. kai’s head rested on a pillow, his mouth parted letting out high pitched whines and moans. his eyes squeezed shut from the pain of being edged for what felt like hours. his hair stuck to his forehead and his hands gripped the sheets of your bed tightly.
fuck he’s perfect. you sorta felt bad for edging him for so long; he didn’t do anything to deserve it, but edging him turned you on so much. you love when he begs you to stop from the pain, and you know he loves it too. he loves being a good boy for you; letting you get off on him whenever you like. letting you use him whenever you pleased. letting you do anything you wanted to him. he truly is the definition of a good boy. he gets pleasure out of pleasing and serving you.
you suddenly quickened your pace, catching kai off guard. he let out a loud moan, a tear falling from his eye down the side of his face.
“oh please, please, please mommy-.” his words were slurred and rushed, barely remembering to breathe from the sudden wave of pleasure. “p-please,” he breathed out again, barely audible.
“please what baby? use your words. what do you want mommy to do?” you knew he would struggle to answer back, which made this all more fun.
“please.. cum mm… need to cum… please let me.” he couldn’t go two words without needing to catch his breath. his big doe eyes stared into yours.
“tell me why i should allow you to cum baby.” you didn’t slow your pace, and it drove kai insane. his eyes rolled to the back of his head while more unholy sounds left his lips, his whole body shaking from the pleasure.
“i-i’ll… be a-a- fuck!” he screamed the curse word when you deep throated his shaft, not giving any warning. it made your eyes water, but it was worth it to hear his reaction. you removed your mouth from his cock when he stopped responding, giving his tip a light slap, to which he jerked in response.
“answer me.” kai’s eyes flew open to look at you from the loss of contact, more tears forming at the corners from his desperate state.
“i’ll be a good boy for you, please let me cum mommy. i’ll do anything you want me to just let me cu-“ a long, high pitched moan left his mouth when you took his length between your lips again. his eyes shut tightly, and his grip on the sheets tightened even more. he began to shake, this time much more violently. “f-fuck. cumming-,“ was all he managed to say before you felt his load hit the back of your throat. you bobbed your head a few more times to help him ride out his high, his body jerking slightly every time his tip reached the back of your throat. you detached your lips from his shaft and brought them to kai’s, kissing him sloppily while transferring his cum into his mouth. without needing instruction, he swallowed. you broke the kiss and laid next to the boy, pulling him into a hug.
“mm so sleepy… thank you mommy.”
“of course baby. you were such a good boy for me. i love you so much.” you wiped his tear-stained cheeks with your thumbs.
“i love you too mommy.”
authors note: no because i fucking love well behaved, sub hueningkai… something about it just makes me…….. anyways. i could totally see kai in the situation though. something about him just gives off ✨please use me any way you like energy✨. also kai saying mommy > anything else in this world.
i feel bad for not posting :( i don’t have time to do anything i like anymore and im getting to the point where it’s making me really depressed. i wanna come back to writing so bad but i just can’t rn.
contents: rival! yeosang x gn! reader. angst; high school au, rivals to friends, friends to strangers. warnings: profanities, unrequited love, yeosang is a self righteous asshole
summary: you tell yeosang you’re in love with him.
word count: 0.8k
note: part 1 of my the nbhd x ateez series. impulsive post at two in the morning before i grind obey me for a few hours. crybaby is my favourite song by the neighbourhood, so do check it out <3 also, tumblr has been messing with my format so no ‘read more’ until i bother to turn my laptop on tomorrow
his black hair is messy. that’s the first thing you stare at after you glance at his face. accompanied with shock is anger. you knew this was coming.
i can taste it, my hearts breaking, please don’t say it.
“what the fuck, y/n?”
closing your eyes, you let the tears fall and of course, as usual, he doesn’t realise how much his words affect you.
“you’re joking, right?” he asks in disbelief, clearly pacing around the room. “tell me this is all a joke.”
except it isn’t.
you shake your head and he scoffs, slamming the table. “we kissed once, y/n! that doesn’t means i love you!”
ah, here it comes.
you knew that he had known. he knew that you’d been in love with him a long time ago.
before the competition. before the playful banter. before the sarcastic comments. before the irritating antics.
before the kiss.
“you can’t tell me you’re in love with me,” he says, hands flying up to his black hair. “what makes you think i’d love someone like you?”
that you know. when you know.
sighing, you open your eyes, staring at the back of yeosang’s head. he hadn’t even glanced at you since he started speaking. he didn’t care.
because to him, he was a god, and you were a sinner.
there was only thing you wanted to hear from him. you didn’t care about the rest.
“even if we do have our fun moments, friendly competitions and all, you just aren’t good enough,” he hisses. “even if you do beat me at times, we all know that i am better. i am superior.”
your tears continue to fall. these were words yeosang had used against you before, haughtily nudging you in the hallways of school.
never had you been affected by his words, but yet, there was a tug at your heart that constricted you. it was hard to breathe. you couldn’t breathe.
i can’t take it, i’m impatient.
“yeosang.”
he stops his self-righteous sermon, shocked to hear your once powerful, confident voice, reduced to a squeak: a croak of insecurity laced with anger and disappointment.
he spins around and is shocked once again. he stares at your tears, jewels rarer than diamonds that it couldn’t even be compared.
mouth gaping open, the words got stuck in his throat and refused to come out, but when it does, even he’s surprised by the question he asks.
“why are you crying?”
yeosang knew.
he knew how much you hated other people seeing you cry. it was your weakness, this vulnerability. no matter how down you felt, how badly you lost, you’d never cry in front of anyone.
so why were you crying now?
tell me baby.
you sigh.
“tell me, the real reason, yeosang.”
he’s confused. “what?”
looking him in the eye, he takes in the unfamiliar sight of your glossy eyes. “tell me why you don’t want me to love you.”
he gulps and adverts eye contact. there’s a guilt in his heart, for firstly making you cry, and secondly, for being so easy to see through.
the silence was deafening, the awakes tension persisting, yet it was also the answer to your question.
now i know.
sighing, you wipe your tears. “okay, yeosang. i see how it is.”
immediately, the boy reaches out to, trying to explain himself, but you shut him up.
“stop,” you warn, but he doesn’t, and tries again. “just stop.“
he stops.
“i knew falling in love with you would be the end of me,” you say softly, a pathetic smile on your face. “and yet i did. for a genius, i’m really stupid, wouldn’t you say, yeosang?”
he remains quiet. “i know you do,” you say, leaning back. “after all, you made it quite clear with your speech just now.”
despite the mischievousness laced in your voice, there was a undertone of spite, anger and mostly desperation.
you hated yourself for falling in love with him. you hated yourself for telling him.
but still, against all odds, you wanted him to love you back. you wanted kang yeosang to love you back.
you should go.
“leave, yeosang. and don’t come back,” you say with a sigh. “don’t talk to me anymore. you didn’t want to anyways.”
“no, y/n, please—”
“leave, yeosang. i won’t ask again.”
you break down into tears when you hear the front door shut.
part of you wanted him to stay and fight for you. to tell you he loved you too.
but part of you needed him to leave. he was no good for you. he would only hurt you.
after all, he was in love with your best friend, jung wooyoung, and loving you would hurt you both.
time passed slowly. you both never spoke to each other again, only hopeful glances that ended in disappointment and regret.
his lips that once lied so easily of love never opened for you again.
and your lips that bled endearing poetry for him never spoke of love again.
im not great rn hence the lack of posts :( i really feel bad since i just started gaining moots and a following, and im scared once i come back they’re all gonna be gone. school and life in general has really given me an ass whooping. luckily i am in the process of seeking help for my mental health and will hopefully gain the motivation and confidence to post sometime soon! whether it be spring break or when this semester is over, i hope to post all the collabs that are long overdue (seriously i have a new years collab that i haven’t finished yet… it’s almost march 💀) and some new content (if i can think of any)! i really appreciate you and other moots who still support me even when i go MIA for weeks on end ❤️. you make me hopeful that i will be welcomed back with open arms.
