decided to leave tumblr but then got the random urge to write again, let’s see what i can come up with but now tumblr doesn’t feel like an escape anymore. in the beginning it was so fun interacting with so many of you but now i just come on here, reblog, read, and maybe post, barely interacting with anyone. and if i do interact with someone it’s most likely because i have to initiate the interaction first. i’ve been feeling like this for quite some time now and i can’t keep these emotions hidden any longer. even if i did leave i don’t think anyone would notice. moreover, i’ll try to post as much as i can or whenever i have an idea pop up in my mind. thank you for listening to me ramble for a second, i appreciate it <3
pairing: jake x f!reader genre: smut, drabble (minors dni) word count: 250 warnings: love making, missionary, very soft, jake is in love, creampie (please. don’t. ), lmk if i missed any author’s note: this is (might be, who knows) my last masterpiece. inspired by: moonstruck - enhypen
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a soft gust of wind pushes through the silk curtains, the moonlight peaking through the window trying to catch a glimpse of the lovers. the two tangled under the covers, needing to fuse their bodies together to be able to live. jake delivers slow but passionate thrusts, making you gasp and whine at the delicious sensation. “i love you so much, princess. i need you to live… to breathe” jake confesses in a breathy tone, his hands laced with yours. “i love you too, jakey” you reply with a soft moan, your body under him illuminated by the moon, both of your orgasms build simultaneously.
“cum with me, baby. please” jake pleads with a slight rasp in his voice, earning a whimper from you as a response. you both cum, a loud cry falling from both of your lips. jake squeezes your hands tightly, thinking that if he doesn’t you might disappear out of his life. your body trembles beneath him, your hips buckling to meet his in a desperate attempt to prolong the euphoric state of the orgasm you’re both experiencing. jake thrusts come to a halt after a few more pumps, his creamy seed adorning your divine walls.
your hand comes up to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him down so his lips could meet yours. jake wastes no time in kissing you with such love, slow and deep. making sure to savor this very moment for all eternity with the love of his life.
nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad
also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣
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GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-
i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much
V𓄧 i wrote this after seeing this... happy 1800 followers!! ily xx
Your best-friends cock size wasn't something that ever scared you.. why would it?
If anything, it was something you both often joked about, "wonder who else you're gonna scare off with that thing." and the second those words leave your mouth a chain reaction of complaints follow.
"It's not my fault--"
"I warned her."
"You probably couldn't handle it anyway."
Pause. You looked up from your phone, one eyebrow shooting straight up at your best-friend Sunghoon. He sat with that annoying ass smirk like he knew exactly what he was doing, he did.
"Me? you must be joking." you said, less sure with the way his eyes were darkened, running all over your person.
He tilted his head, leaning back in his chair "You think you can?"
And that's how you got here, face smushed into his pillow, forearms pinned down by his large hands—with little effort, and Sunghoon's flushed cock buried so so deep into your pussy you can barely breathe.
By now your brain is on the verge of turning into mush, back arching against him, tiny incoherent whines ripping from your throat as he stretches you so wide around him.
"You said you can handle it." he says voice low. His grip on your wrists tightens slightly as he maintains that deep pressure. A barely audible grunt escapes him as you pulse around him.
"Mmmph I-I can." you manage, he presses his chest to your back. holding you there as you try inch forward, for just a little freedom from being impaled by your best-friend's cock.
"Ah-ah stay still." he purrs. Sunghoon releases your arms, pulling your hair over your shoulders to your back, for a second you thought he was doing it for your comfort. But his large palms immediately find home on your shoulders—pushing you further down onto him.
Your head tips back with a drawn out whine, "Fuucckkk!!—you're so-so-so deep nnggh."
"I know I know." his lips brush against your ear as he speaks, breathing slightly heavier than usual.
He still doesn't move, watching down as your hands try finding anything to latch onto as you writhe beneath him. You smack his thigh, his hands on your shoulders, the pillow—anything. Trying to find any kind of friction to sedate the pressure.
He tugs your hair back, "I said stay still." he releases your shoulders, "On your hands."
You breathe in sharply, immediately falling forward onto your hands, "H-hoon," you whimper as he presses down on your lower back arching you even fucking further.
"Shh just feel it, feel how I fill you up." he coaxes as your body convulses against him. His hands trail up from your back to the bottom of the tank top neither of you bothered to take off, rolling it up to stroke those painfully hard nipples down to your stomach.
He keeps going with his hands, just watching as you attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, still whining and sobbing.
"You're fucking dripping down my balls." he smirks, observing the milky slick between you, but you can barely hear him with the way you're shaking and spluttering nonsense.
He even fucking laughs. He laughs watching as you struggle and fall forward onto your elbows.
"Awwe you said you can take it, what's wrong baby?"
But you don't respond. Can't respond because he's followed you down, hovering above you and leaning down driving that curved cock into any space he can. One of your hands flail finding the hand holding him up, gripping it as he keeps going. Even as sweat drops from his forehead to your back, even as he finds himself fighting his own release just to torture your poor cunt.
Your tears stain the pillow and your throat hurts, and for a second you thought he was taking mercy on you. Sunghoon hooks your legs with his own, pushing them in-between his so your legs are straight.
"Oh baby," His arm threads under your neck stroking your hair as he kisses your fucked out lips despite the drool seeping. He's got you completely caged beneath him, and then he feels you relaxing, just a little.
He shifts, balancing himself on one arm, the free one pushing finding your pretty tits, trailing down to your belly. You don't see it but a corner of his lips lift. He presses down, right where his cock is buried inside you, making you feel the bulge.
"You feel that?"
"F-fuuck—nghh!" your eyes roll back as you instinctively arch back into him.
"No? you don't?" he taunts against your ear, keeping you down, he presses harder, thrusting just to make you feel it. His hips stutter as you pulse harshly, a sharp breath ripping from his throat.
Your vision blurs, you scream as a coil snaps, white and hot and you collapse as you gush around him, soaking his thighs and cock.
"Good fucking girl." Sunghoon fucks you through it, chasing his own release—his hips jerk as he pants through pumps. He shivers as he releases thick ropes of his cum, still buried.
You're still panting into his arm, your eyes are wet, body still shaking. Sunghoon's also panting, trying his hardest not to wince at the way your pussy is still clenching and pulsing.
synopsis: when you make the mistake of telling your best friend that you’ve never reached an orgasm, he makes it his personal mission to make sure you get there.
wc: 7.5k
warnings: park sunghoon x fem!reader, sexual content, mdni, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, blindfold (hello), sensory deprivation, fingering, dry humping, oral f!receiving, lowkey kind of corruption kink, condescending hoon, praise kink, hoon is a secret yearner, pet names (baby, pretty/good/sweet girl, sweetheart), not proofread
roses thoughts… i’m ovulating #sorry
playlist: morning dew - beyoncé // human nature - madonna // cinnamon girl - lana del rey
The party’s been going on so long that the air has turned moist and the alcohol has begun to taste more like water instead of something dangerous.
Yunjins laughing at something next to you, her eyes half lidded and her limbs moving languidly. If it’s from the weed or the sheer gallons of vodka you’re sure she’s consumed tonight you aren’t entirely sure. What you are sure of though, is that you have definitely far surpassed the thin line between tipsy and black out drunk.
The weed makes your thoughts jumble together like some weird jigsaw puzzle, and every word that you manage to punch out takes way more effort then it probably should.
“But, seriously,” Jungwon starts, his words languid and low, “sex is kind of transactional. At least in this day and age.”
Yunjin attempts to smack his arm but instead she misses him completely and her hand lands between the couch cushions. She doesn’t bother moving it.
“That is sooo not true,” she drags out. “Sex is, like, sacred. Your body is a temple and all that bullshit.”
Jungwon laughs. “Maybe for other women, but I’m not sure if your body could be considered sacred anymore, Yunjin.”
She scoffs, her eyebrows furrowing in what might look like offense, but you know deep down she enjoys the easy banter her and Jungwon always seem to have. “Says the one who sticks his dick into anything that has a pulse!”
You are perfectly content to just listen to their conversation, as it would seem is Sunghoon.
You’d met Sunghoon your freshman year of university when you were still a small town girl in a city that felt way too big for you. He’d sat next to you in your freshman econ class and helped you around the city without so much as a whisper of a complaint, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since.
He’s always been the quiet brooding type, even when you’re around your mutual friends, and that’s become something you’ve found yourself finding comfort in more often than not. His presence is a consistent force in your life, and now that you’re nearing graduation and heading into unknown territory, it’s nice to have something so steady in your life.
That’s why you didn’t argue when he threw his arm around your shoulders and insisted you sit next to him. It’s why you didn’t argue when he offered you the blunt despite knowing you always get way too clingy when you’re high.
Sunghoon is your best friend. You trust him, and you know he feels the same way towards you.
You lean back into his arm, continuing to nurse the beer you’d had for the last hour. It makes your head feel warm and fuzzy in all the right ways, especially after whatever the fuck midterms had been. A disaster would be putting it lightly.
Sunghoon glances at you, his lips still enclosed around the blunt. He takes a drag of it, letting the end glow a bright orange before he pulls it away from his lips and offers it to you.
You accept it graciously, letting the smoke fill your lungs until you’re positive they’ll burst. You’ve never really been a big stoner, not like Ni-ki and Jungwon, but when you do let yourself indulge you always enjoy it.
Sunghoon watches when you exhale, his eyes following the cloud that forces its way from your lips and disperses around the room. For a moment, you think he almost looks impressed.
You laugh, your hand reaching out to shove at his chest gently. “What?” You ask.
He blinks, the movement slow, like he’s working overtime to process that you’d said anything at all. “What?” He echoes.
“You’re looking at me weird,” you mumble, dragging your eyes back to Yunjin and Jungwon. They’re still arguing over whether or not sex is transactional or whatever, and Ni-ki is just watching them like he can’t decide if he’s interested or if he wants them to shut up completely.
Sunghoon chuckles, the sound low and deep. You bring your gaze back up to him and watch as his lips curve up into that same lazy smirk he always seems to wear. Sometimes you wonder if that’s just his natural resting face.
“Was I?” He mumbles, choosing to play dumb.
You’re not in the right headspace to argue with him, so instead you just sigh and let yourself sink further into the curve of his arm. His thigh is right against yours, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the thin lining on your tights. If it was anyone else, you’d probably feel a little self-conscious at being so close, but this is Sunghoon. He’s never shied away from physical touch, and at some point it just became another factor in your friendship.
The sound of your name forces your thoughts about Sunghoon to fade into the background, and when you look up Yunjin is staring at you like you’ve said something shocking. Which is weird, because you don’t remember saying anything at all.
“Huh?” You manage, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to work through the cloud in your mind.
Yunjin rolls her eyes but repeats herself anyway. “Do you think sex is transactional?” She asks before throwing a fiery glare at Jungwon. “Or is Jungwon just a grade A asshole?”
…Sex? She’s asking you about sex?
Usually you wouldn’t mind indulging in her less than ethical questions, especially when you’ve had a few drinks, but this one feels a little personal.
It’s not that you haven’t had sex, you have! Plenty of times actually, with a plethora of different men. Boyfriends, casual hook ups, one night stands – you’ve really done it all.
There’s just one teeny, tiny problem.
You can’t finish.
You used to blame it on the men you were seeing. They clearly had no idea how to please a woman and thus you were the one suffering for it. But then you’d tried to get yourself off with your hand and, well…nothing happened. So then you tried a toy and still – nothing.
It didn’t take you long to realize that it was clearly just something wrong with you. You’d self-diagnosed yourself as one of those unlucky women that simply couldn’t orgasm, and yeah, it sucked, but it was your life. How could you miss something you’d never even had anyway?
And it’s not like the buildup isn’t enjoyable, because it definitely is. It just never goes where you want it to, and you always end up feeling dissatisfied after. So you’d stopped trying completely after yet another failed attempt last year and that had been that.
You hadn't sworn off sex completely, you just stopped actively searching for it. And it was nice to not have to fake reaching your peak with every man that found his way into your bed, but that didn’t make the subtle jealousy you felt whenever Yunjin talked about her experiences disappear completely. It just made it more bearable.
You choose to just shrug, taking another sip from the bright red solo cup in your hand. “I’m not sure I’m the right person to ask that question.” You snort.
Yunjin raises a brow, genuine confusion washing over her features, before she seems to finally remember. “Ah,” she breathes, slumping back down into her seat. “Right. I forgot.”
Yunjin is the only person you’d confided in about your problem. She was supportive, of course, but she still sometimes told you that she thought it was all in your head. That you had some kind of mental block when it came to orgasming, but you couldn’t help but feel like that was a little silly. Why would your mind keep you from reaching what most women described as the ultimate pleasure? If it was, then that was just plain cruel.
The conversation starts to move on again, but Sunghoon glances at you and then swiftly brings it back around.
“Hold on,” he starts, eyebrows furrowed. “What was that about?”
“What was what about?” Yunjin asks.
He pulls his arm away from your shoulders and uses his now free hand to gesture between you and Yunjin. “That,” he insists. “You asked her her thoughts on sex and then just blew past it.”
Yunjin glances at you, meanwhile your cheeks suddenly feel like they're burning. Why does he even care what your thoughts on sex are? It’s a silly question, one that you’ll probably forget anyone even asked in the morning, and yet he’s choosing to focus on the one minute thing you said in the entire debate.
Which wasn’t even anything ground breaking! You just said you wouldn’t be the right person to ask, that was it.
So why is he taking such an interest in it?
“Um,” Yunjin starts, her gaze finding yours before returning to Sunghoon. “Why do you care?”
He doesn’t even falter like you’d expected him to. Instead, he leans back and pulls you closer into his side. “Am I not allowed to be worried for my best friend?”
You swallow and attempt to put some distance between you, but he doesn’t let you. If anything, he just pulls you even closer. All the way until you’re sure you can taste the remnants of cologne on his clothes and the weed on his breath.
“Sunghoon,” you laugh, the sound coming out more nervous than anything else. “It’s nothing. Don’t get so worked up about it.”
But he doesn’t seem to like that answer either. “So something happened?”
You shake your head. “No, it’s not that–”
“Then what?”
You pause, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. If you had all your inhibitions in check, you probably would’ve resisted telling him in such an open space. Because even though Jungwon and Ni-ki are trying to make it seem like they aren’t listening, you know they are. At least Yunjin doesn’t try to hide her nosiness.
You know that realistically Sunghoon is just worried for you, he is your best friend after all. You’d be worried for him too if he suddenly got weird when the topic of sex got brought up, but still, you wish you were admitting this to him somewhere with a little more privacy.
You lean back into the cushions, your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth. Sunghoon, always so in tune with your emotions, immediately reaches a hand over to smooth down your hair.
“What is it, sweet girl?” He asks, his voice lowered so that only you can hear him. “You know you can tell me.”
And that’s the thing, you do know. And it should be easy telling him, because you know it’s not like he’ll judge you. If anything, he’ll probably be more sympathetic towards you then Yunjin is.
But, still. There’s something about telling him that makes shame burn deep in your cheekbones.
You shrug, your fingers toying with the edge of your skirt. “It’s embarrassing.”
He grins, all teeth and crinkled eyes. He’s staring at you like you’re something precious, like you’re something he has to handle with care. Not like you’re a grown woman who can make her own decisions when it comes to her sex life – or lack of one.
“Nothing about you is embarrassing.”
That’s what finally breaks you. You sigh, words slightly jumbled together and voice so quiet you’re shocked he can even hear you. “I can’t,” you gesture with your hand lazily. “You know. Finish, or whatever."
He blinks. One moment passes, and then two. You’re on the verge of thinking you’ve somehow made him uncomfortable when suddenly he’s laughing like you’ve said something hilarious. “What?”
Yunjin tosses a pillow at him, but he just lets it hit him square in the chest and doesn’t spare her a glance. “It’s not funny, Sunghoon!” She defends. “It’s a serious condition.”
You roll your eyes, but you don’t have time to focus on her because Sunghoon is quickly invading your senses again. “I’m not making fun of you, baby,” he mumbles, lips dangerously close to your ear. “It’s just…cute. That’s all.”
It most definitely is not cute. It’s humiliating, if anything. The one thing you’re supposed to be able to count on your body to do for you, it refuses to. What kind of woman can’t even orgasm?
“No, it's not,” you groan, running a hand down your face. “It’s weird.”
Sunghoon doesn’t say anything to that, but you can tell something in his expression has shifted. He’s eyeing you now like you’re some kind of anomaly he wants to figure out. Like your condition is something that’s piqued his curiosity.
You aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.
The night continues easily – everybody's too drunk or high to focus on whatever little blip it was you’d had. Even you forget about it after another round of drinks.
But Sunghoon doesn’t. He can’t.
Even when he goes to bed that night, every time he closes his eyes all he can see is you. His pretty little best friend. Sexually frustrated and somehow thinking there's something wrong with you.
To Sunghoon, that’s utterly absurd. Clearly these men you’ve been with don’t know how to handle you, and that’s not your fault! No, what you need is someone who knows what they’re doing. Someone who will actually listen to what your body needs and doesn’t just chase his own pleasure.
What you need is…him.
And Sunghoon is a good best friend. He always has been. All he’d be doing is helping you, really. Just a friend helping out a friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
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The next week passes by just like it normally does. You go to class and try not to think about the fact that you definitely bombed your exams. Everytime you walk into a lecture, fear creeps up your spine at the thought of your teacher handing over a test with your name on it.
Sunghoon is there to help you through the anxiety though. He comes to your dorm every night with a bag of nerds gummy clusters and his laptop.
You always start the night exactly how you plan to. Sunghoon helps you study, you both pretend to give a fuck for an hour or two, and then you end up side by side in your bed watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. It’s a simple routine that you’ve come to cherish, one that you don’t even remember starting. It honestly felt like one day he’d started showing up and then he just…never stopped.
“You know,” you mumble, popping another cluster into your mouth. “I think we’ve watched this show so many times we could probably recite the whole thing.”
Sunghoon shrugs, his glasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose. He reaches up and pushes them back into place without a second thought. “Modern Family is a classic.”
You hum. Modern Family is a classic. “Yeah, true.”
You both lull into silence again after that, your eyes following the screen as one of the characters does something stupid. It makes you laugh despite the fact that you know it’s coming. Sunghoon lets out a huff of breath too, but he seems on edge.
His hand keeps fisting the sheet until his knuckles turn white, and he only does that when something's bothering him. He doesn’t even seem to be paying as much attention to the show as he usually does.
It’s like his thoughts keep wandering and he’s trying to make the stop.
It worries you. The last time you’d seen Sunghoon this anxious was sophomore year, right before he broke up with his girlfriend. He never told you why he did, just that something about the relationship didn’t feel right.
But, last you checked, he doesn’t have any girlfriends he’s wanting to break up with right now, which means something else is bothering him.
You nudge his shoulder gently, your eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong?” You ask.
He blinks, his eyes glued to the laptop before they slowly slide over to you. “Hm?”
You huff out a laugh. “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting off ever since we turned the show on. Did something happen?”
You watch as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He doesn’t move his gaze from yours, but for some reason you wish he had. He’s looking at you so intensely, eyes searching yours like they hold the answer to the meaning of life.
Sunghoon gets like this sometimes. It’s almost like he’s…holding something back. And whenever you question him on it, he usually just pats your arm and tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it. You stopped questioning it a long time ago.
But he doesn’t do that tonight. Instead, he lets his tongue drag over his lips, and you can’t help the way your eyes flicker down to the movement.
You’re not blind. You know your best friend is ridiculously handsome. You know plenty of girls have gotten jealous and wished that it were them in your place. But your relationship with Sunghoon isn’t like that, he’s just your friend.
Besides, even if you did want him like that, you’d never want to risk your friendship with him.
His lip's part for a moment, and then close, and then part again. “I…” He trails off, takes a deep breath, and then starts again. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
You raise a brow. When did you say something? You try to rack your brain, but you come up empty. You can’t recall anything you said that would be worth bringing it up again.
“Did I say something?”
His lips break out into a small smile, the curve threatening to reveal the tip of his fangs. “Do you not remember?"
You try to think back to anything you might’ve said, but still, you come up blank. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, expression scrunched in confusion. “Should I?”
Sunghoon is silent at that. He just looks at you, looks back down at his hands, and then straightens himself up so suddenly he feels like he’s towering over you in bed.
“If you don’t remember,” he murmurs, “then I’ll remind you.”
He leans on the tiniest bit closer, and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked from your lungs. You and Sunghoon have been close plenty of times before, but this feels different. This feels almost…intimate.
You swallow, your eyes widening the tiniest bit as you attempt to scoot closer to the headboard. “Hoon…”
“You told me,” he starts, his voice low in that sultry kind of way. “That you’ve never had an orgasm. That you can’t, actually.”
The memory dawns on you then. The party, the alcohol, the weed. You’d somehow unknowingly buried it all the way to the back of your mind without even realizing, and now you’re dealing with the consequences of your big mouth.
You wince. It’s almost embarrassing to hear the words coming out of Sunghoons mouth. Even though you know it’s true, that doesn’t make it any less humiliating.
“Oh,” you mumble. “I did?”
“You did.”
You clear your throat and attempt to look at least a little unbothered. “Well, it’s true so…you don’t need to bring it up again. It’s already embarrassing enough having my best friend know there’s clearly something wrong with me.”
His eyebrows furrow, and for a split second, he almost looks angry. Like the thought of you thinking there’s something wrong with you enrages him.
“Embarrassing?” He scoffs. “It’s not embarrassing. And there’s nothing wrong with you. You just haven’t been with the right kind of guys.”
You probably would’ve agreed with him if you hadn’t also attempted to get yourself there. You literally just cannot do it. It’s not the guys you’re with or anything like that, it’s just you.
“But that’s the thing!” You insist. Any shyness you might’ve had towards the topic before suddenly disappears. “It’s not just the guys. I can’t…I can’t finish on my own either.”
For what it’s worth, that looks like it genuinely makes Sunghoon pause. His eyes widen the tiniest fraction, his movements pausing before he resumes them.
“You can’t…” He glances down to your hands in your lap.
You roll your eyes, cheeks practically blistering. You’re positive your ears are the same color as a tomato at this point. “No, I can’t. It’s whatever. Can we just finish the show?”
But Sunghoon doesn’t back off. Instead, he reaches behind him and shuts the laptop completely, cutting off whatever noise it was making. He pushes it off of the bed, not even flinching when it clatters violently onto the floor.
“So, let me get this straight,” he starts. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Like, ever?”
He knows you said at the party that you can’t finish, but he assumed you meant with other guys. Not that you can’t finish at all.
“Yep,” you say, popping the P. Your arms cross over your chest in frustration. You don’t understand why he won’t just let the topic go. Yunjin doesn’t even hound you this much about it! “I’m one of the only girls in the world who can’t finish. Are you done making fun of me now?”
He leans back slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated and his tongue sweeping over his teeth. The tension in the air builds quickly, until it feels like you’re definitely going to choke on it.
Slowly, Sunghoon crawls over until he’s seated right in front of you. He leans back on his heels, studying your face like you’re some kind of expensive art piece. Usually, you don’t mind when he looks at you. In fact, you bask in it. But this feels different. This feels almost hungry.
“You think that there’s something wrong with you?” He asks, voice hushed. Deep.
You swallow, suddenly feeling silly for even admitting that to him. But what other explanation is there outside of you being biologically engineered differently than how you were supposed to? Maybe your mother drank a cup of coffee when she was pregnant and now you’re being forced to suffer for it.
You shrug. “What other explanation is there?”
He brings a hand up to your calf, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin lightly. The touch feels like ice against your warm skin, and you can’t help the way your breath nearly catches in your throat.
He doesn’t look at you, but you’re staring at him. At the curve of his jaw. The way his bangs fall over his forehead like he styled them to be that perfect. At the freckles dotting his soft skin.
You know your best friend is attractive. You’ve always known.
But this…there’s something about it now that makes your stomach twist with arousal.
His fingers pause at the bottom of your knee, his thumb rubbing soft circles into it. You’re suddenly thankful that you took the time to shave last night.
He shifts, leaning forward just enough that you can smell his cologne. “I think you just…haven’t listened to what your body wants. To what it needs.”
You scoff lightly, but it sounds forced. Honestly, you’re too focused on how his touch feels against your skin to even think about whatever it is he’s saying to you.
“I think I would know what I need.”
He shrugs, tongue flickering out to wet his lips before it slides back into his mouth. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
You pull your legs out of his grip and hug them towards your chest. He doesn’t look shocked when you do it — he just lets his hand land on the bed and looks up at you.
“Why are you bringing this up?” You ask. You hate that you can hear the way your voice sounds so quiet. Shy. You’ve never felt shy around Sunghoon.
He doesn’t say anything for a few moments. Just lets his gaze trail from your eyes down to your chest, to the curve of your hip and all the way back up to the plump of your lips.
He scoots closer slowly, and suddenly his chest is right against your calves. Breathing suddenly feels difficult – like a task instead of something you just do on autopilot. His very presence feels mind consuming.
He’s hesitant for only a moment, something flashing in his eyes, and then he’s tossing it out the window and speaking so clearly you’d almost think there were other people in the room.
“I want to help you.”
You blink. “Help me?”
“Yeah.” He says easily, like those five words hadn’t just changed the trajectory of your friendship in a way you hadn’t been prepared for. “We’re best friends, aren’t we? Best friends help each other.”
Your cheeks flush at the implication. There’s a line between helping your friend and doing something like that for them. This isn’t just him letting you borrow his notes, this is unexplored territory. This is your body, your pleasure – all of it in his hands.
You’d be lying if you said the idea didn’t excite you.
But Sunghoon is your best friend, you can’t do that with him. It’d be wrong, and it’d change your relationship completely. You don’t know if you’d ever even be able to come back from something like that. The idea in general sounds good, even if you’re positive he’s not going to change anything about your condition, but the consequences are too great. You can’t do it. You can’t.
Right?
“What?” You splutter, a nervous laugh forcing itself from your throat. “I’m sorry, are you telling me you want to help me,” you clear your throat, your voice lowering into a hushed whisper, “...orgasm?”
Sunghoon smirks, his canines on full display like he’s some type of predator. “Yeah, I am.”
You blanch, your eyes wide as you stare at him like he’s grown two heads. At this point, you think an extra extremity would probably be less shocking than the words coming out of his mouth.
“Absolutely not,” you say, arms forming an X across your chest. “That’s…I can’t do that with you. It would change too much. Besides, I already told you, I physically cannot do it. I really doubt you’re going to be the one to change that.”
Sunghoon leans back on his hands, his smirk widening just a fraction. Like he’s taking your words as some kind of challenge. It scares you and makes heat swirl in your abdomen just the same.
“So, you're scared?” He asks, tone light and teasing, but there’s an underlying smoothness to it that makes a chill crawl up your spine. “You’re scared that I’ll prove you wrong.”
“I’m not scared.” You scoff.
Sunghoon just shrugs. “You are, and that’s okay. If you want to go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, then that’s your prerogative."
Your eyes narrow at that. You know he’s just trying to rile you up to get what he wants, but you can’t help falling for it anyway. You aren’t scared of what he’ll show you, you just don’t want to mess up your friendship for something you’re positive isn’t possible. It doesn’t matter how big his fucking ego is.
“I’m not scared,” you repeat. “I just know that you aren't going to miraculously be the guy that suddenly helps me finish.”
“You’re positive?”
“Yes.”
His eyes bore into yours – challenging you. Teasing you. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly how this is going to play out, even if you haven’t fully caught up to it.
He has to bite his cheek to keep his smile from getting any bigger. “Prove it then.”
“What?”
He leans forward again, his hands coming up to rest at the top of your knees. Slowly, he forces them apart and makes space for himself between your legs. He doesn’t move into it, just leaves it there like an unspoken promise. “If you really think I’m just going to end up like every other guy, then prove it to me. Prove me wrong.”
You know what he’s doing. You know he knows how competitive you can get. He’s trying to push you into the direction he wants, to mold you like clay into his hands. And you don’t want to fall for it, you really don’t.
But there’s something about the way he’s looking at you – all smug and so sure of himself. You’ve heard the rumors around campus, you know Sunghoons never shied away from his experience in the bedroom, but experience doesn’t matter for you. It’s just your biology.
And if he wants you to prove him wrong so fucking badly, then you will.
You don’t remember surging forward to kiss him – not until your teeth clash and he lets out the smallest sigh of approval. His hands are everywhere immediately – gripping the flesh of your hip, tracing up the line of your spine.
He kisses you like he’s been waiting for it, like he’s a man starving and you’ve depraved him from any sort of substance. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, and you let out the slightest whine at the feeling.
He groans, his eyes squeezing together tightly. For a moment, you almost think he’s in pain.
“Fuck, that’s right,” he mumbles against your lips. “Prove it to me, baby.”
You kiss him harder, saliva beginning to pool at the corners of your lips. Sunghoon licks it up without a complaint. In fact, you think he’d thank you for it if he could.
His hands under your shirt and onto your hips, rubbing circles into your skin, and then he’s dragging you onto his lap without breaking away from the kiss.
You gasp when you feel his bulge through his sweatpants, the imprint pressing right against your folds. He’s big, you can tell that without even seeing it. The thought of your best friend carrying that around makes butterflies fly somewhere in your stomach.
Sunghoon kisses you deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth. Your mind is spinning from the sensation, and he’s barely touched you outside of kissing. It makes you feel like you’re in high school all over again.
Most men don’t waste their time kissing you like this. They just give you a few pecks and then get right to work using you to chase their own high. It’s become something you’ve learned to expect. But Sunghoon is kissing you like it’s the main event – like he’s been waiting his entire life to do it.
Slowly, he uses his grip on your hips to grind you against his cock, and instant pleasure bursts low in your tummy. The fabric between you does little to dull the feeling of his tip nudging against your clit – if anything, it almost makes it all the more intimate.
“Fuck,” you sigh out, your hands gripping his shirt like you’re trying to ground yourself.
He lets out a chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest. “Hm?” He hums, moving from your lips to your jaw. “You say something, Sweetheart?”
You bite on your lip to keep yourself from spitting some kind of insult at him. Of course he’s enjoying watching you fall apart from a few measly kisses. But that doesn’t mean anything. You still haven’t cum, and you’re positive you aren’t going to.
“Shut up,” you mumble. Your hands slide up from his chest to his hair, gripping his black locks as he sucks at the sensitive skin around your neck.
You can feel him smile against your skin, but he doesn't say anything else about it. Instead, he nips gently at your collarbone and then basks in the whimper it pulls from you.
His hips push up into yours again, and the feeling is enough to force your lips to part in pleasure. Hesitantly, you begin to grind into him on your own, your movements erratic compared to the preciseness of his thrusts.
He clicks his tongue, tightening his grip and forcing your hips to still. You immediately whine – completely forgetting that you’re supposed to be embarrassed – but he just shakes his head.
“Is that what you think pleasure is?” He asks, letting his fingertips drag across the bare skin of your stomach. “No wonder you can’t cum.”
You furrow your brows. You have no idea what he’s talking about. “What?” You murmur, the word breathless and whiny. If the entire point of this is to bring you to your peak, you don’t understand why he’s forcing you to stop.
He licks his lips, and you can’t help but notice how red and raw they are. Completely kiss-bitten. It makes you proud that he looks just as wrecked as you’re sure you do.
“You’re not letting yourself get any actual build up,” he explains, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re chasing something that hasn’t even gotten the chance to form yet.”
You part your lips to respond, maybe fight back, but nothing comes out. Because that’s the closest thing you’ve ever got to an explanation as to why you can’t seem to do something everybody else can.
You swallow, your posture turning into a slight slouch. “I don’t understand.” You admit quietly.
You’re half expecting him to judge you – maybe laugh. It’s definitely something other men would do. But he doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he pecks you softly on the nose and gently lays you down until your back is flat against the bed.
“You’re thinking too much,” he mumbles, softly tapping your forehead.
You don’t know how to tell him that you don’t know how to not think about it without sounding like a complete loser. But, then you remember that this is your best friend. And if tonight has shown you anything, it’s that he won’t judge you. You could say the dumbest thing and he would still look at you like you mean something to him.
“I don’t know how to stop.” You admit shakily, the words feeling like a losing battle as they come out.
But they seem to catch Sunghoon off guard. He’s hovering above you, eyes staring into yours with so much emotion you nearly choke on it.
This is different from the teasing Sunghoon you’d seen earlier. This Sunghoon genuinely wants to help you. He wants you to be able to experience something as trivial as an orgasm just to help you feel normal.
This Sunghoon is your best friend.
He kisses you again, but this time it’s slower. Deeper, somehow. This time it feels like he’s kissing you just because he can, and for some reason, you like that.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, his breath ghosting against your wet lips.
You nod at him without a second thought.
He crawls off of you, and the loss of his body is enough to force a breathless whine from your throat. He just shushes you and disappears out of your room. He’s been in your home enough times to know where everything is, but it still leaves you feeling slightly embarrassed at the thought of him looking around your apartment without you. You cleaned yesterday, right? You really hope so.
When he reemerges, he’s holding something long and black. It dangles from his fingers clearly, and the closer you look you realize it’s a piece of black cloth.
“Where’d you find that?” You ask. You probably should be asking what he plans to do with it, but your brain is having trouble processing actual thoughts right now.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he climbs back into bed with you, and ever so carefully presents the fabric to you.
“You said you don’t know how to turn your brain off, right?” He mumbles, bringing a hand to your thigh. His fingertips ghost over the skin, bringing goosebumps in their wake. “Maybe…Maybe this will help.”
You still aren’t understanding, and he seems to be able to tell by the look of genuine confusion on your face. He chuckles and scoots closer, but this time it seems his confidence has faded the tiniest bit. He looks almost nervous, like he’s riding a bike without training wheels for the first time.
“I don’t get it.” You mumble, letting out a nervous laugh. “How is a piece of fabric going to help?”
He balls up the fabric, eyes lingering on it before he finds your gaze again. “Just let me try something?” He asks.
Part of you is screaming at you to say no. You have no idea what’s going through his mind or what strange fantasy he’s planning to play out with you, and you’re terrified to find out.
But the other part of you…the smaller, braver part, wants you to say fuck it. You’ve already come this far with him, what’s a little more push? Besides, what could it hurt?
Slowly, your head nods up and down. Sunghoon, for what it's worth, doesn’t look smug or happy. He just swallows, his adams apple bobbing as he does, and cautiously makes his way so he’s chest to chest with you.
You watch as he brings the piece of fabric towards your head, and then suddenly your vision is cut off completely. You let out a breath of air as he ties the fabric at the back of your skull gently, his fingers working carefully to make sure he doesn’t catch any of your hair.
The vulnerability makes your core ache something awful. The thought of not being able to see him, not being able to know what his next move is…it’s exhilarating.
Your hands clench your sheets from anticipation, knuckles going a vivid white.
You hear Sunghoon chuckle, the sound low and breathy, and then he’s moving somewhere you can’t see. You can feel his hands on your thighs still, like he’s trying to keep you grounded. To reassure you that he’s still here. That he’s not leaving.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He murmurs. You feel his hand slowly slide up until he’s reaching the hem of your shorts. He doesn't go under it – just keeps it there. Like he’s teasing you.
You feel yourself flush. “Don’t say things like that.”
His fingers slide up the fabric until he reaches the waistband, and then slowly he slips his fingertips under it and tugs. “Why?” He asks. You can practically feel the smirk that you’re sure is radiating from him. “It’s true.”
You just let out a breath, too focused on the feeling of him dragging your shorts and underwear down the soft skin of your legs. You hear him toss them aside somewhere, and then the room goes very still.
You swallow uncomfortably, legs closing on instinct. You hate that you can’t see him or even try to guess what he’s thinking. Is he disappointed? Does he not want to do this anymore?
Your hands reach for the blindfold to pull it down, but a sudden grip on your wrist stops you.
“Don’t.” Sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and breathy.
You freeze, arousal begins to pool in your core, and you listen to him. Your hands fall back to your sides and leave you encased in darkness and anticipation.
Ever so slowly, you hear him move. His hands find your knees and push them apart, exposing your glistening folds to him, and you feel him settle between your thighs.
“Poor baby,” he teases, leaving featherlight kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Never been taken care of properly, huh? No wonder this pretty little pussy is practically dripping for me.” He runs the tip of his finger over your slit, and you shiver at the contact.
“Hoon,” you pant, trying to ignore that it sounds more like a beg than anything else. “Just–Just hurry up and touch me so we can get this over with.”
He has the audacity to chuckle, but makes no move to help subside the growing ache in your stomach. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he thinks this entire thing is funny.
“So impatient,” he says, clicking his tongue as he does. “This is why you’ve never cum, princess. You’re rushing things. How’s your pretty pussy supposed to finish if you never let her start in the first place?”
You don’t have a reply for that. If anything, it just irritates you that he sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. He totally doesn’t, but still. It’s annoying that he thinks he knows more about your body than you do.
Slowly, he begins to spread your lips, his thumb spreading your arousal. The pad of it catches on your clit for just a split second, but the jolt of pleasure it gives you is enough to force a gasp out of your throat.
He pulls back for just a moment, before finally his mouth is on you fully, licking a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit. Your back arches without warning, a moan pushing its way from your lungs. The suddenness of it forces your brain to go on temporary pause, and all you can focus on is the feeling of his mouth.
He licks you like a man starved, grunts of pleasure falling from his lips as if he's the one being pleasured. “There you go, baby,” he mumbles against you, the noise drowned out by the wet sounds of your sopping pussy. “Feels good, hm?”
You just moan in response, unable to form any actual thoughts. Suddenly you’re almost grateful for the blindfold, because you aren’t sure you’d be able to handle seeing him in between your legs – making a home for himself there as if he always knew he’d end up there.
His hand grips your hip suddenly, fingers digging into the plush skin so hard you’re sure there’ll be marks in the morning. “Tell me,” he gasps, punctuating it by a tug at your clit. “Tell me exactly how good it feels.”
“So–So good,” you manage. “Fuck, it’s good.”
You’ve had men go down on you before, but never like this. Never like it was something they were doing for their own pleasure and not just because they felt obligated.
“I know it is, pretty girl.” He says. You feel his free hand slowly run up your calf and your inner thigh, before his finger is prodding at your entrance and pushing through the tight ring of muscle.
Your head goes fuzzy, hips lifting off the bed and chasing the heat of his mouth and the thrusts of his finger. It’s an overwhelming sensation, one that you’ve never really experienced before. And for one fleeting moment, you think that Sunghoon might have just done the thing he set out to do.
Prove you wrong.
“Fuck,” you whine, your hand searching blindly for his in an attempt to slow him down. “Hoon, slow down–”
He doesn’t listen. Instead, he forces another finger into your hole, stretching you out deliciously and now giving you a moment to breathe.
“I know, baby, I know,” he mumbles, giving your clit another harsh suck. “It’s gonna feel real good here soon.”
Slowly, the coil in your stomach builds and builds. Usually, this would be when you stop, accidentally edging yourself and thinking it was because you just couldn’t orgasm like a normal woman can. But Sunghoon doesn’t. Instead, he works you through it like there’s no place you’d rather be.
You gasp, reaching up and tugging the blindfold off. It falls to the side slowly, and when you look down you see Sunghoon between your legs, his cock in his hand and jerking himself off with slow, languid strokes.
It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen a guy do.
“Shit, I’m gonna–oh, fuck–”
Sunghoon doesn’t go faster or harder, he just keeps the same pace, until finally you’re spilling over and releasing all over his face, your hole spasming against his fingers. He drinks your release like it’s his own personal ambrosia, groaning through it.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, voice raising in pitch. “Cum all over my face.”
He finishes shortly after you with a small cry, his cum painting your sheets and his hand a milky white.
When it’s over, you're panting like a dog in heat, thighs twitching and sweat beading across your forehead. You don’t even know what to do or say. Your best friend just made you finish for the first time after you’d spent years thinking it just wasn't possible for you. And not only did he bring you to orgasm, he did it without even using his fucking dick.
You could seriously kill him.
Slowly, he climbs up next to you, his own chest heaving from his own orgasm.
“So?” He murmurs.
You glare at him. “Don’t say it.”
He puts his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” But the smirk on his face says otherwise.
You’re having a lot of thoughts right now. Mostly that you can’t believe you just let your best friend eat you out.
But mostly that you can’t wait for him to do it again.
pairing: idol!seungmin x stylist f!reader genre: smut, fic (minors dni) word count: 1.5k warnings: friends with benefits situation, seungming is kinda down bad in this one, reader marks seungmin and he loves it, p in v, creampie (please. don’t. i will call the police), reader has a wap but when do you not🤭, confessions ugh yes, possesive and jealous seungmin if you do the macarena while tied to a chair, seungmin worshipping reader if you say nico nico nii 5 times while doing back door’s choreo, lmk if i missed any hehe author’s note: this was a request by @vernorica123 inspired by: friends - chase atlantic
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seungmin took his rightful place on the chair by his clothing rack, waiting for you to come back and let him know what type of outfit he will be wearing in today’s group interview for mtv. you went off to find a necklace that would pull the whole outfit together but unfortunately it was taking longer than expected, stuck between some good pieces that could make the final cut. you were unaware of seungmin’s gaze on your soft and delicate hands as they held multiple necklaces of different styles. those same hands that caressed his cheeks whenever you too shared a quick kiss, not wanting to draw attention to the already forbidden involvement. his cheeks turned a slight rosy color, chuckling to himself at the memory, “you don’t know what you do to me, pretty girl” he whispers, hoping that you will somehow hear his voice amidst the chaos.
you returned once you had the necklace picked out, laying it down on the table with care, “that took longer than expected. i’m sorry, seungmin”, you quietly said as you began to pick out the outfit. “don’t worry, pretty, i know you only want what’s best for your man” seungmin replied in a casual manner, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. your eyes widened at his choice of words, how could he be so careless about this situation, putting your job and his career at risk. you lean forward towards him, making it seem like you’re fixing his earring so the others wouldn’t suspect a thing, “are you crazy? do you want us both fired?” you hiss quietly as you stare him down with such seriousness. he smiles feigning innocence, his puppy like demeanor making you melt in seconds, “i’m just teasing, y/n. i made sure no one was around to hear me, i promise. i wouldn’t do that to you” he stated as his face showed sympathy for a brief moment. you sighed knowing he actually wouldn’t jeopardize both of your lives, he just wants to spend time with his beautiful woman, that’s all.
and that’s how you ended up in his hotel room after shooting was finished. you sat comfortably in his lap as he caressed the side of your thigh with one hand and the other was settled on your lower back. your head laid on his shoulder, your eyes glued to the cream colored wall, while both your mind and heart were at war. “seungmin”, you spoke barely above a whisper. “yes, sweet girl?” he replied as he continued to place gentle kisses on the top of your head. “what are we?” your voice slightly cracking at the end of the infamous question. although you both had established a benefit based relationship, you couldn’t help but fall for him… and he did the same. “we aren’t just friends… right?”, you murmured, “right, we aren’t…” seungmin declared, suddenly scrambling for what to say or, in a better way, how to confess. “but i’m tired of pretending we’re just friends who just happened to sleep together to relieve some stress”, seungmin then flips you over onto your back, making sure your head is resting on a pillow. “i fell for you, y/n. i really did. i tried ignoring it for quite some time now but i can’t hold back any longer”, your eyes searched his for some sort of lie, feeling this was too good to be true, but you only found raw devotion.
his hand comes up and holds your face with such delicacy, afraid you might shatter into pieces if he were to be too rough. “and seeing you talk to those other guys who aren’t worth your time made my skin crawl. i wanted to walk up and kiss you right then and there, letting them know who has your heart”, he revealed, his heartbeat syncing up with yours at a perfect time.
you couldn’t believe it… seungmin felt the same way this entire time. “why didn’t you?” you whisper, your eyes taking in his wrecked expression. he scoffs at your question, knowing you’re too caught up in his confession to realize how foolish that question is, he leans in, his breath fanning your ear lightly, “i couldn’t, my sweet girl. i’m an idol and you’re supposed to be my stylist… only my stylist. yet here we are, you under me… beautiful as always, flushed, and wanting”, his voice now a husky tone. your body naturally shivers at his words, your hands coming up to tangle themselves in his silky hair, “seungie… i need you, please” you said breathlessly which was enough to push him over the edge.
seungmin captures your lips in a slow heated kiss, his body melts onto yours but still careful not to place his full weight on you. you melt into the kiss the same way he does, both of your lips moving in a synchronized dance that only you two could perform. his hands start to roam your body, caressing then gently groping at your hips and thighs. your tongues beginning to introduce themselves halfway through the dance, carefully moving with such ease and thought. seungmin pulls away reluctantly first, starting to kiss his way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your soft skin. you let out an exhale that turned into a whine, “min…” you muttered, seungmin gets rid of your sweater in one swift motion, his eyes widening as he discovers you weren’t wearing a bra, “baby” he breathed, his hands reaching up to cup your tits, “you’re a fucking goddess” seungmin said with a rasp. you help him by taking his hoodie off, your eyes immediately falling at his well toned torso. “touch me, i’m all yours” seungmin pleaded sweetly, taking your hands and putting them on his chest. he moans at the contact, his chest slightly flexing under your touch. you run your hands down his chest towards his abdomen, using your nails to mark his skin, making him yours. “f-fuck, yes. mark me, mark your territory” he murmured, moaning lowly at your actions.
seungmin’s hands moved towards your jeans, biting his lip as you continued to run your nails through his skin. he pats your ass, a silent command for you to lift your hips up, and you comply. he removed your jeans along with your jeans, his patience rapidly reducing, same with yours. your hands fly to his jeans, undoing them with a new sense of urgency. you pull them down along with his boxers, his thick cock springing up. his tip red and dripping with precum, waiting to be attended to. your mouth waters at the sight and your cunt throbs at the thought of being full with his cock. “i n-need you i-inside me, now” you whimpered, your eyes locked on the prize. “baby i need to prep you, i don’t wanna hurt you” seungmin tries to reason with you, knowing you need some extra preparation to take him comfortably. you shake your head in protest, “you d-don’t understand, seungie, i n-need you now” you cry out. what seungmin doesn’t know is that you’re pretty much soaking through the sheets below you. seungmin nods at your words, seeing the raw need radiating from you. “please tell me if you feel uncomfortable, my sweet girl” he says sincerely, putting your comfort over anything else. you nod enthusiastically, your eyes still gazing at his cock. seungmin positions himself between your parted legs. he places one hand on your hip and grabs himself with the other. seungmin pumps himself a few times before lining up his fat tip to your entrance.
he slowly pushes in, letting out a soft groan at how easily he’s slipping in. you whine at the sensation, arching your back off the bed, pressing your chest against his. “i-i told you…” you whisper, “i see, baby. fuck, you feel incredible like always” seungmin praises with a growl. he begins to move in a moderate pace, making your to pull all the way out and thrust all the way in, his tip almost kissing your cervix. your hands busy themselves by caressing his back, trying to memorize the dips and curves that make him the man he is. “seungie, feel so f-full. i love it so much” you whimper, moans falling from your beautiful lips as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “you’re so warm and tight, baby… you’re almost there, please cum with me. i know you’re right there, be a good girl and let go for me, yeah? you deserve it so much, princess” seungmin rambles as he himself also nears the edge. after a few more thrusts, you both cum together. your arms clinging to him, pulling him close as your body spasms, moaning out his name rather loudly. seungmin empties himself deep inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting you pull him closer as he also moans out your name loudly.
the both of you try to catch your breath, still being in a euphoric state. you continue to caress his back in a soothing way, he reciprocates by doing the same. “yeah, we definitely aren’t friends” you break the silence with the silly sentence causing both of you to laugh. “definitely not, sweet girl. you’re mine and i’m yours” seungmin replies as he admires your beautiful flushed face, “and i’m not planning on letting you go, ever” he declared firmly.
the priests daughter isn't meant to be questioning her faith. when sweet temptation comes your way in the sweetest form of sin, even the strongest prayers couldn't keep you away from him and his power. what you didn't expect was the secret he had yet to reveal.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓿ampire jake x 𝓹riests daughter
⤷ (5.1k) smut, religious setting, vampires, religious doubt, mind possession, guided masturbation, oral (f!receiving), missionary, sex in a church lol, biting, mention of blood, lowkey blasphemous, not proofread ! ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it's finally here :') it took me way too long to get to this, but i hope she was worth the wait ! i missed writing for the vamps so much and i had so much fun writing this. in case you want something to listen to while reading, i kept listening to this song while writing :p
dust particles circle around the humid air before gathering on the floor, on your shoes. rays of sunshine peaking through the crack of the heavy wooden door of the church, illuminating the dance of dust. in front of you lays a heavy book. a familiar book. its pages thin, yet don’t mistake it for being frail. over the past decades it has served your family. your great grandmother, your grandmother, eventually falling into your lap.
this all should mean something to you, strengthen you, yet it leaves you with more questions every time you read it. doubt oozes out of every single one of your pores, weighing down on your heart and conscience. out of all people the preachers daughter. beloved preachers daughter who feels so utterly alone. living a lie of finding purpose between these thin pages, this holy building of worship. you’re absolutely alone.
evening sermon. not the busiest it gets, especially considering it’s a random thursday. soon the benches will fill, quiet whispers to the holy will be made and your father will speak with so much conviction and devotion it could leave the pope jealous.
you start spotting the first familiar faces coming in, a warm nod your way, sometimes even a wave of the hand. but not because they knew you. no, they knew your father. his approval is what they want to get first row at the pearly gates. it makes no sense to you. isn’t this idealisation exactly what is against their beliefs? not that you shame them for theirs sins, you feel like your entire life is one big sin with these wavering thoughts you’re having.
soon, the expected crowd has settled. your father has firmly shaken every hand and gave his reassuring smile to any troubled soul. “nothing a good sermon can’t fix”, he always says. if only it were this easy.
your father stood in front of the big cross, arms spread open as if to hug the awaiting crowd in front of him, when you heard the noise of footsteps. heavy, slow and deliberate. you turn to the sound. he stood against the sinking sun, causing you to squint. there weren’t really words to describe his beauty. he was striking, both in the soft and the scary way. both sharp and round features adoring his face. broad shoulders, but not yet bulky. lean. intriguing. new.
“a new face!” your father exclaims with a wide smile. “welcome, we were about to begin. please, take a seat friend.”
the stranger only nods and sits a few rows before you. for the entire length of the sermon he did not move. you knew this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so still, was he even breathing?
where did you come from? what are you doing here? no one ever comes this far out, there is nothing to find. people come here to die, not to live.
brown eyes pierced into your soul as you were lost in thought and you jump a little, quickly averting your gaze. your father came to your rescue.
“new friend, we rarely get any guests. please, won’t you share your favourite verse with us? there’s no better way to get to know someone as by their favourite verse is there?”
a small smile forms on the strangers face and he nods. “nothing like it.”
his voice was…foreign. it didn’t sound like anything you have heard around here.
“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.”
a murmur of approval passes through the rows. your father nods. “james 5:20, a powerful verse. we had yet to have someone mention it as their favourite. pray tell, what is your name?”
every person in the room simultaneously seemed to have leaned forward a little, careful not to miss the reveal of the mysterious stranger.
“jake.”
jake. so simple. someone like him seems to need a more grand name. a name that carries the same feeling as his presence does.
once again, he turns his head, this time looking around the entire room. “it’s very nice to meet all of you.” enthusiastic greetings practically flew back at him, utterly charmed by this interruption of daily normality.
he smiles at them and when his eyes land on you for a single second longer than anybody else, he gives you a small nod before turning to face your father again.
the rest of sermon goes by like always, yet you cannot stop thinking about jake. his face seems to imprinted in your brain, eyes seemingly seeing right through you even in your imagination. you barely notice the crowd leaving the small, stuffy room. body and mind being almost in a trance.
“don’t go walking home in the dark,” jake’s voice ripped you out of your haze. he stood in front of the doorsteps, lazily leaning against the porous frame of the door. you hurriedly grab your bible, clutching it to your chest as you walk past him into the cool air of the night.
at dinner, you barely eat. your mother worries, of course she does, but you blame it on the heat. feigning a headache, you excuse yourself from the dinner table and find refuge in your bedroom. the small breeze gently moves through the thin curtains you embroidered last winter. little petals falling from the top to bottom, where they eventually start to decay. it had been a hassle to convince your mother to hang it up, this unhappy portrayal in the place you rest. you managed to spin it back to the idea of life and death, you always get her with this. does this really matter that much to her? is nobody else as lost as you are?
you lay on the soft covers, staring at the ceiling. change is not normal around here. strangers aren’t. every once in a blue moon a distant family member from someone comes to visit, but not someone who has no ties to this place. why would he come here?
sunday. the holiest day of the week.
more people fill the benches today, happy chatter filling the space.
you find yourself sitting in the middle of them once again, never having felt so lonely as you do now. what would they think if they knew of your doubt? your sin following you like a shadow, ready to jump out to reveal the truth.
before you knew it, sermon was over, the sound of praises ripping you out of your gloom.
your father engages in happy chatter with the crowd, shaking hands, giving hugs. how happy the all seemed. where they pretending or did they truly feel saved? how could this sin filled world not tempt them but devour your soul?
“no sleep?”
your head whipped around. there he was again. standing right in front of you, seemingly appearing out of thin air once again.
“what?”
“i don't mean to be rude”, he exclaimed “but you seem tired.”
if he only knew. every night, the same dream. for months. the church ceiling, hot rushes zapping through you like lightning. an unknown warmth bubbling in you.
“it doesn’t cool off in the night as much these days.”
he nods, eyes never breaking contact with yours. they gleam so interestingly, you cannot pinpoint the colour of them.
god, he was devastatingly beautiful, a mix of harsh lines and soft features. hair swooping in soft waves, framing his face. the sunlight dances on it, shimmering in the lightest shades of brown.
“so,” his voice ripping you out of your thoughts again. “what is there to do in a place like this.”
“there’s nothing to do in a place like this.”
a charming smile forms on his face, “surely there's something. what do you spend your days with?”
you pause. weirdly enough, you couldn’t think of much. you weren’t asked about yourself. not in a rude way, nobody asked the other for more than their well being and the occasional small talk.
“i dream,” you blurt out.
“dream.” he echoes.
you nod, looking out of the window, too scared to look the stranger in the face.
“what about?”
“i’m not sure. sometimes it’s these snippets of life. i’m not sure if it’s my life, i mean i don’t recognise any parts. but it feels so real, i find myself hours later, still sitting in the same spot, just dreaming.”
the moment you stopped speaking you realised what you just did. horrified, you look at him, the smile on his face. and you bolt.
“i’m sorry, i have to go.”
pushing past him, past the church crowd, you run down the dusty path to your house. you swear you still heard him ‘see you tonight’.
you slam your bedroom door shut, back pressing against it, as if to make sure no one could enter. the rapid beat of your heart made the blood in your ears pulse. you heave, tugging away at the collar of your dress. off, off with it.
there you stand, in your underskirts, hair falling falling loosely on your shoulders. in your heated state you must’ve tugged at it. a nervous habit your mother desperately tried to get rid off. your wildness will be the end of you, she always said.
you still feel the way he looked at you, even though it made no sense. a look doesn’t touch. yet you swear you can still him, as if he followed you here all this way. but that would be ridiculous, right?
nervously, you bite your nail, pondering what to do. you creak open the door and listen. no sound. but he had a habit of being quiet, that much you knew about him.
you softly padded your way over to the stairs, deliberately not stepping on the creaking parts of the wood floor.
the kitchen was empty, so was the living room. of course he wasn’t here. your mind has been playing tricks on you for months, a cruel test of faith. a test that you feel yourself failing.
“what are you doing?
you scream, hands grabbing for the nearest object.
your father looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern.
“is something the matter? are you feeling unwell?”
slowly, you lower your hands again. your shoulders drop and suddenly you felt so heavy. at first it was a little shake, a hiccup of sobs soon turning into a waterfall of tears streaming down your face.
your fathers arms hold you, steady and firm.
“it will all be okay, my sweet. it’s all part of the plan, part of your journey. you know he would never punish a heart as pure as yours.”
his words only add to your sobs. if only he knew that his own flesh and blood was drenched in sin. but you could never tell him, so you let yourself be held by the man that loves both god and his daughter, not knowing it was the greatest juxtaposition.
nightfall came quicker than expected.
the sheer cover of you blanket was tickling your skin with the occasional gust of wind. you have been laying in your bed ever since your father had carried you up.just like old times, he had tugged you into bed, brushing the hair out of your face and muttering a quick prayer. it will all be okay.
but you didn’t feel the same anymore. not calm, not protected or ready to enter dreamland.
no, you felt like your skin was on fire.
droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, dripping down your chin. your rapid heartbeat didn’t make it any easier, you could practically hear your own blood rushing in your ears.
none of that could compare to the pressure behind your eyes though. for what felt like hours you had been pressing your palms into your eye sockets, desperate to relieve the throb.
come on. it echoed in your head.
you writhed, a silent scream escaping you.
this was your punishment. all the times you had been questioning what god had planned for you, you have failed him. you have failed and now the devil is out to get you.
it’ll be nice, i promise.
a broken sob bubbled out of your throat. you were so tired. tired of being strong, tired of pretending to believe. you were already doomed, what’s there to lose?
so you lay there, limbs slowly relaxing. just letting it happen.
you have so much potential. this mind of yours is rare.
this time, the voice had a face. a blurry picture of jake formed in your mind.
he had such kind eyes. had shown you such kindness and what have you done? ran out the second you felt embarrassed. pathetic.
don’t be so hard on yourself now.
you felt the slightest ghost of a touch on your collarbone and you jumped, just to realise it was your own. you have gone insane. but it felt nice, your own flesh.
don’t stop now, jakes voice spurring you on.
with almost cruel slowness your fingers danced down, between your breasts, across your stomach, before stopping at the hem of you nightgown. you’ve heard the other girls murmur, head pushed together whispering away their secrets. of boys between their legs, of mouths on skin and flesh. it was all so unfamiliar to you.
i’ll help you, don’t worry.
your fingers inched up again, making contact with your core. a mix of a strangled moan and a squeak escaped you.
just take your index finger, we’ll go slow. start at the top.
listening to his voice, you place your index finger on top of your heat.
good, now circle.
you hesitate a moment before you comply, but no amount of pausing could’ve prepare you for the way your body was hit with a wave of ecstasy.
how come that this forbidden sweetness was what made you feel the most alive you’ve felt in months.
your movement grew quicker, more desperate and your mind cleared the picture of jake. the way his fingers had been tapping on the cover of the bible in his hand, how they caressed the back of the spine with such slow circles.
what would it be like if he were the one touching you right now? would it feel even better?
such unholy things you’re thinking sweet thing. careful with what you wish for, you swear you heard his chuckle echo.
but you have long lost the care. you felt to good right now, your body singing with liveliness and desire.
explore further down.
unquestioning, you dipped your fingers lower and gasped at the pool of wetness seeping out of you.
there you go….now gather it and touch yourself again. promise it feels good.
damn right he was. you bit your pillow just in time before an almost violent moan escaped your throat. now you knew why this was unholy, you were closer to heaven than ever before and they didn’t want this to happen before you fulfilled your purpose.
fuck that purpose. you have felt so lifeless for so long, so empty. you deserve this.
the bliss suddenly grew even more intense, your legs flexing and an unknown feeling bubbling up your stomach.
no need to fear, you’re doing so so well for me.
that was all you needed to hear. before you knew it, your abdomen scrunched and you were enveloped in a cloud of bliss.
this was it. the heavenly sin they spoke of.
see, wasn’t that nice?
“mhm,” you mumbled out loud, exhaustion taking over you.
sleep well, pretty.
on the other side of town, jakes head hit the soft pillows. if he weren’t undead he’s sure his heart would be racing like he just ran for a thousand miles straight. he couldn’t see you, but he had felt the way you were writhing at his words. the way your hands travelled down your stomach and dove into your wet heat.
the moon stared at him through the open window. nights were so different out here, so quiet. it reminded him off a time long ago, when things were different. he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. no, he had to act soon.
the following morning you didn’t sit in your usual church bench. no, this time you sat where he sat last time.
you didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe you weren’t thinking at all, but you couldn’t stay away from him. or the idea of him. maybe you’ll even gather the courage to talk to him following sunday?
but god, if he was actually real, had a cruel plan, since jake entered just a few moments before sermon started.
oh your poor heart razed so quickly you were sure everyone could hear. why would he come here to another one already? he had just been here yesterday. was he this devoted? was your punishment meant to torture you alive?
don’t be rude, your father is speaking.
you jolted in your seat, head whipping around. but jake just sat there, eyes focused on your father as his hands were clasped in his lap.
how unholy of you to think of my lap while in the lords house. and all these people here with us as well.
it was all too much, you couldn’t stay here. the second everybody rose to sing, you quickly made your way out of your own personal prison.
outside, you stared at the vast nothingness in front of you. sand, so much sand. was there really more than this out there?
later that day, your parents looked at you with eyes full of worry. you had never missed sermon unless you were violently ill.
“i’ll be okay,” you reassured them, no certainty in your mind. but of course they believed it. everyone around here would rather believe lies than admit that you were all doomed out here.
you had slept for the day, missing evening sermon as well. this time, there had been no impure thoughts torturing you. this time, you had been dreaming of the woods. the smell of wet moss and petrichor.
when you woke, the moon greeted you. unsure with what to do, you started roaming around town. how are all of them just fine with this? there’s no satisfaction with this life. were they all that blind? or did they choose to not see it.
of course you found yourself in front of the church, that damned little building.
one more time. you will try one more time and if that isn’t helping then so be it. you’ll have to find another way to make it through this hell.
the doors opened with a soft creak, almost sounding like a mocking laugh.
you walk past the empty benches, stopping in front of the giant cross hanging in front of you. how cruel to display a man in his suffering for everyone to stare at, you thought.
with a deep sigh you drop to your knees, the wood pushing into your skin.
one last time.
you squeezed your eyes shut.
“god, strengthen me to resist temptation. god, cleanse my mind from all impurity.”
“you really think that’ll help you?”
jake. of course he’s here.
you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
“who sent you?” you scoff over your shoulder.
“i act upon my own free will.”
“bullshit", you shoot back. “there’s nothing here. there must be a reason why you’ve come here.”
at that, he laughed. “well of course there is! you.”
this time, you turn your head completely.
“me.”
“yes, you.”
without comprehending how, he suddenly materialised in front of you, looking down at you. but you weren’t afraid, didn’t tremble in fear. no, you felt like how they said you would feel when you felt god.
his hand reached out and you took it.
with one swift motion, you were on your feet as he led you over to the altar.
your back pressed against the wood, digging into your skin. his hand cupped your cheek so softly you almost flinched.
“recite.”
nothing further, no questions, just a command. and you complied.
“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”
his hand travelled down your body, bunching up the soft material of your nightgown.
“ corinthians, good choice.” he mumbled as his lips grazed your neck.
your eyes fluttered, hand grasping his shoulder for stability.
“continue.”
he said this as if you weren’t experiencing the most forbidden thing you were taught to avoid all these years.
“how did you do that? be in my head,” you breathed out.
the vibrations of his chuckle against your neck sent goosebumps down your spine.
“gentleman never tell his secrets.”
you huff, head falling backwards as his plush lips suck on your neck, surely leaving bruises behind already.
his lips travelled further down your throat, over your collarbone, down your arms. he took your hand so sweetly, as if it hadn’t been gripping onto him for dear life. sweet kisses adored your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.
“next verse, pretty.”
with that he dropped onto his knees in front of you, big hands gripping the insides of your thighs.
a soft gasp slips past your lips as you feel his breath on your already damp core.
“i’m not gonna continue if you don’t speak.”
your head falls back in frustration.
“create in me a pure hea–” his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along your closed pussy. your legs squeeze around his head and he hums.
“create in me a… a pure heart – fuck, o god, and…and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
it was downright blasphemous what you were doing. leaning against the holy alter, an almost stranger between your legs as you get high on the way his tongue feels.
jake on the other hand wasn’t thinking of the setting at all, no all he was focused on was the sweet scent coming between your legs. he had been going crazy ever since that night, smelling your arousal all the way across town.
“taste so good, better than any pure honey,” he praised.
oh and you responded so beautifully to him. limbs twisting at his touch, sweet moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.
but he wanted more, he wanted you utterly addicted to him.
his hands moved up your dress, fingernails grazing against the soft skin. without warning, he grasped you tit, fingers pinching the already hardened nipple. and my god, the noises coming out of you. a gorgeous mix of a groan and a whine, only intensifying as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking up and down your pussy.
“more, please.”
your voice was barely a whisper at this point, how could anyone resist a plea this sweetly?
he pushed the wet material aside, leaving you no time to adjust to the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. his nose nudged the sensitive bundle as his tongue dove straight into the wetness threatening to drip out of you.
if heaven had a name it would be yours, if it had a place it would be your pussy. he moaned at the way he could feel you clench, the overwhelming smell of you making him dizzy. your fingers in his hair, tugging away, making it sting so deliciously he couldn’t stop the moan escaping him.
“another.” he demanded between slurps of your arousal.
“submit yourselves, then, to,to – fuck, to god. resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
at this jake couldn't help but laugh. the devil, some would argue he was one of his reincarnations.
"i’m so close–” your tiny voice barely a squeak, and he pushed his thumb on top of your clit. with a sharp cry you came, your arousal dripping down his chin and he closed his eyes. god, you were everything he had needed.
you were still dizzy as he levels with you again, cum covered lips sloppily finding yours. it was a mash of tongue and teeth, barely even a kiss. it was possessive, both of you almost breathing the other in. you have never kissed anyone before, all you knew was that his lips felt like they had the cure to life on them.
in the turmoil of it all, your hand slipped and you hissed.
ironically, your finger had pierced the sharp top of the carelessly thrown away crucifix. little droplets of blood rolled down your skin, as jakes mouth covered the wound, tongue circling over your flesh.
he releases your finger, the moon hitting the sharp ridges of his face. but there was something else, something new. two pointy fangs shimmered in the moonlight.
your eyes locked with his and you paused, they had changed as well. a red hue covered the previously brown and you realised: this wasn’t the devil seeking you out. no, it had been the night creature the old women of the town had read you stories about when you were a kid.
for a moment you just looked at each other. jakes eyes roamed over your face, looking for a trace of fear or disgust. but you surprised him, hands intertwining behind his neck as you press your lips to his, tongue slipping in between his lips.
a soft moan escaped him, his hands travelling down to your hips, positioning you onto the altar.
“want all of you,” you mumble in between kisses, your hands tugging at his shirt.
within seconds he got rid of not only his clothes, but yours as well. he heard your heartbeat hammering away between your ribs, the little vein on your neck pulsing with blood.
“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”
his hand settled on your hip while the other cupped your cheek. it would almost be romantic if you weren’t on top of the altar in your fathers church.
the wetness between your thighs helped him enter, yet you couldn’t help but wince at the unknown feeling.
sweet hushes left his lips, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as kissed the your squeezed eyelids.
“just give it a moment, yeah?” he assured as you took a deep breath.
“there you go, gonna make you feel so good,hm?”
and when he bottom out for the second time you felt it, the pleasure that moved through your body, engulfing you.
your nails dig into his back, feeling the muscles move under your touch. you look at him, his furrowed brows, his fangs digging into his plush bottom lip.
without thinking you push your finger down on his lip, near the fang. he looks at you and before he could ask you pushed your finger to the pointy tooth.
blood spilled almost instantly and he moaned, gaining a grin from you.
“you’re dangerous,” he breathed, tongue licking away at the blood spilling from you once again.
“says the vampire,” you shoot back.
he only chuckled at that, lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.
as if you had done this a million times, your bodies move in sync, breathless moans echoing off the holy walls.
“make me one of you, “you plead. “let me explore the world with you. don’t leave me here to rot away.”
the honesty of your words almost knocked the air out of his lungs. he motioned to pause but you clenched around him.
“no, don’t stop. please.”
his forehead dropped down onto yours, hips now moving more slowly, almost careful.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
you scoff, “so you just came here to take my virginity and leave?”
his eyes softened, the red fading and his hips stilled.
“never. you have no idea how long i’ve been trying to ignore your pull. i’ve travelled the entire world, yet no place on this damned earth is far enough to make me not want you.” his hands cupped your cheeks. “you’re my ruin, do you understand that?”
you could only stare at him. was this the confession people told you of? the one that you would hear from your beloved before forever comes?
so you only had one word for him.
“please.”
for a creature rumoured to be heartless his eyes were so full of emotion. he captured your lips so softly, such a stark contract to moments ago.
you bucked your hips in invitation, a whine escaping his lips.
his lips moved down your chin, soft pecks on your chin and neck. he nestled his head between the delicate spot between your neck and shoulder.
“are you really sure?” he questioned softly.
you’ve never been allowed to make your own choices. it was follow this, do that and you’ve had enough.
“yes.”
he kissed your skin one last time before sinking his fangs into your skin.
you had expected it to sting, to burn. but all you felt was bliss.
at first, he slowly lapped at your skin, but even he couldn’t resist the sweet taste of blood for long.
as his tongue was on your throat, his cock moving in and out of you with such haste, you felt your life slip from you.
the cross loomed over you watching your damnation unfold and you smiled. this was the first own choice you’ve made. none of this mindless devotion anymore. no more lies, no more pretending.
jake felt you slip away between his hands, quickly sinking his teeth into his own wrist.
“come on, you have to drink mine.”
the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue and you moaned, leaving jake in absolute awe. no prophecy could’ve told him that this is what his fate had in mind for him.
his hips still moving, he felt your walls tightening.
“just let go pretty, i’ve got you.”
the overwhelming sensation of him dominating all your senses on top of your slowing pulse had you climaxing within seconds. jake was not too far after you, his praises drowned out by the rushing of blood in your ears.
as you took your last breath, you felt him stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face, kisses on your cheek.
the first thing you noticed when you awoke was how loud the world was. sounds you’ve never heard before hitting your ears.
you blink the dizziness away and spot him, looking down at you.
both of you were clothed. it was still dark out, so you couldn’t have been out for too long.
after a moment you realise you’re still in the church, lying in his lap as he softly caressed your face.
the sun would rise soon, you had to leave before the violent light woke. yet you felt no sadness, you mourned this town long ago. there had never been a future for you here.
he was your future now. an endless future, together. never to be alone again. the sweetest sin.
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i’m personally conflicted because i understood his point i love all the members + understood his point- lot of the heavy fighting shouldn’t be happening, however i think he worded it terribly. You can’t say ‘stop fighting’ then discretely take a side yknow?
i also feel confused because aren’t ot6’s pepper spraying ot7 fans at a concert? the ones calling ppl slurs? 😭 ofc it’s going to be ot7 fans too but it’s largely ot6. By not speaking on Ot6’s behaviour he’s giving them fuel to continue or escalate that behaviour.
not to mention people being sad about the group not being ot7 anymore is proof they did like the group and was invested in the group.
i rlly hope he maybe talks about it again properly because this was a terrible move for fans, himself, heesung and the other members :(
i don’t know about the pepper spray incident cause of going through security to enter the venue, however, i have gone through security with my pepper spray (it’s a tiny one) at many venues so it could be true. if it was a decision they, enhypen and heeseung, reached as a group then i get it. things happen, but, the closure is not there. that’s the frustrating part for me, but alas, i respect their decision. what can we do? they, the company, could’ve handled the situation a lot better in my opinion. jay also said it in spanish at a concert. do i wanna be delulu and still have hope? yes, i’ve always been the hopeful kind who believes if things changed they could change again. but, do i also see things realistically? also yes, that’s why i’m ot7 but respect them as ot6. this whole situation is just… yeah.
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