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WARNINGS:
- my writings will be smut, may include sensitive topics, can be fluff, can be angst but it will mostly be smut so please DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU'RE A MINOR.
- can write about pretty much everything except for things including vomiting or any sick or disgusting secretion of the body (sweat is relatively fine)
- will only write for boynextdoor (if smut, everyone but woonhak), riize, enhypen and the boyz unless I say otherwise.
- english is not my first language yet I like to say I'm good at it. this means that you may find some discrepancies or orthographic mistakes, you can point them out and I'll correct them.
- 97% percent of the time I'll use lowercase on purpose for styling.
warnings: +18, fingering, slight orgasm denial, pet names (good girl like once or twice) and I think that's it.
note: I didn't read this after I wrote it so if there are any typos, I'm sorry, I'll fix them later : ' ) pd. hope you enjoy it, little pretty person who requested this <33
jacob is such a sweetheart, he's kind, thoughtful and such an amazing boyfriend. but when he wanted to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world he knew the only thing he had to do was to pleasure you a bit.
so the day you got home because you were soooo tired of working and he saw you a bit down, he asked you to lay down for him after you came out of the shower with the sweetest voice ever.
the dim light in the room should've gave you a hint of what was going to happen when he softly placed your head on one of the pillows in the middle, kissed your lips for a moment, making sure to make you a bit breathless before he crawled to be between your legs.
your face was surprised when he finally held your thighs open and got closer to your clothed heat.
"you look so stressed lately, baby. is everything alright at work?" he asked, his gaze fixed on your pussy while his fingers pulled down your underwear, it made you gulp before he stopped his movements and his eyes met yours. "y/n? is everything okay?"
but just before he could remove his hands off your body, you held them in place, nodding with a soft gulp and allowing him to continue.
"it's fine, just a lot of work and new things to pick up on" you explained and jacob had already throw your underwear aside, his warm breath hitting your pussy and one long and harsh lick making you tremble. "god, cobie, are you really going to- oh my"
your words were dismissed when he simply closed his mouth on the bulge of nerves and sucked slightly, enough to make your thighs shake but soft enough to keep you steady with his hand on your lower abdomen.
the only thing you could see right now was his soft and fluffy brown hair while his face got lost in between your legs. you had the impulse to hold a grip of it and so you did, arching your back when he now started to quite literally eat you out.
when he starting sucking your folds, playing your clit with his nose, and pressing his tongue against your gapping hole, all you could do was arch your back; making the grip on his hair stronger and feeling how you started to leak every time more and more.
that's when he gave your clit a last suck and softly kissed your pussy lips before going up your body and kissing you in the mouth.
it was a rough kiss, not like the usual ones jacob uses to give you, he was hungry tonight and the way his tongue brushed against yours almost right away gave you an idea of how hot he was feeling by just eating you out a little bit.
and to be honest, you found that extremely hot.
your hands cupped his face before your hips instinctively raised to hump his growing bulge, but when your boyfriend took a stand on his knees right in the middle of your legs and placed your hips back down, you looked at him with curious eyes.
"cobie?" you called him and he just laughed a little bit, his middle and ring finger going to your mouth while he held your thighs open with the other hand.
"suck them, baby. for me, please"
and so you did, sucking his fingers while making eye contact with him, it was honestly a bit overwhelming because his gaze was overpowering yours right now so you stopped and released his fingers with a small 'pop', your lips being connected to them by a string of saliva that made jacob's mind go to places.
"you're so hot, y/n" was all he could say and you felt his previously sucked wet fingers play with your clit on a fast pace, your face contouring in pleasure and then a sudden moan leaving your lips when he entered both of them at the same time; immediately curling them inside of you. "you take me so well, like the good girl you are, huh? so eager"
you loved when he started with the pet names or the sweet words, it made your mind foggy and you felt a weird rush because how can such a nice and kind guy be fucking you with his fingers and talking so sweetly at the same time.
it didn't make sense.
but you weren't trying to find it a meaning either, the only thing you were trying to find was your composure when his fingers got faster, constantly curling against that bulge of nerves that was driving you crazy; your hands gripping the bedsheets and your moans just getting louder and louder.
he was so good at fingering you, making you feel so full and needy, soaked wet by just a few touches here and there, so ready to take whatever he wanted to give you.
"j-jacob... babe... I'm..." you couldn't even formulate a proper sentence at this point, specially not when he started dragging his fingers in and out, curling them the second he got inside of you and making the feeling a lot better because of the force he got on the in and out motion. "oh my god"
and just then he leaned down to kiss you, his fingers slowing a bit down when he took them out and instead played with your clit, a fast movement that was making your thighs shake. unfortunately you couldn't close them due to his body.
his kiss was dirty and yet soft, his lips moved slow but fast enough to make you loose the pace due to his hand playing tricks on your wet pussy. you were so close the second he started to kiss you with tongue again, god knows, and so does your boyfriend, that you loved to kiss him like this.
that's why he go his fingers inside of you again and stopped kiss you to look you right in the eyes, your lips red because of his kiss and your eyes watering up because of how overwhelmed you felt.
"cobie, I'm going to c-cum" you hastily said and your hands held his back, giving him a few scratches that just made him moan a little bit, causing you to feel even hotter because you loved when he made sounds like that with his sweet voice. "oh god, p-please let me... c-cum"
"you've been so good for me today, y/n, I think you do deserve to cum, um?" he answered and his fingers just curled inside of you faster, the wet sounds of your pussy filling up his ears and making him smirk a bit at you. "you want to cum, baby?" and you just could nod over and over again. "say please and I'll let you"
"p-please, cobie... let m-me... god!" your sentence was interrupted when he switched his fingers again, now toying your clit even faster than before and looking at you expecting, letting you know that he was still waiting for your answer. "let me cum, p-please"
"as you wish, do"
and you felt the heaven's gates opening up when you finally came, shaking a little bit when jacob got his fingers inside of you to help you pass the orgasm and also to collect some of your cum on his fingers, licking them with a pretty smile before kissing your lips one last time.
"that was amazing, love, thank you so much" you started by saying, taking his hand when he held it out for you to take. "I needed that so bad"
"I know my girl, y/n, if you needed something you can just ask me" and there he was again, that softie of a boy you got yourself. "let's get you clean, I made you dinner"
"oh, thanks, I thought I was going to sleep without eating today" he laughed and so did you, entering the bathroom and when he turned his back to go put your dinner on the table you asked: "are you having dinner with me too?"
"no, thanks" but when that grin appeared on his lips you knew what was coming. "I already eat"
and you watched him disappear with a look of disbelief in your face after he "cleaned" the corner of his mouth and laughed out loud his way to the kitchen.
the least you could do for him tonight was return him the favor, right?
Summary: The game that you and all of your friends were playing was fun at first, but the more you watched it than played it. The more boring it became. It isn’t until you watch your boyfriend do that stupid look of his, poking his tongue in his cheek in concentration. That you realize there’s something much more fun that you’d rather be doing than this.
Oneshot
Smut, PWP, Fluff, Non-idol au, Established Relationship au
If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
Warnings: Slight brat! Reader, Slight! Brat tamer & Slightly Mean! Changmin, Teasing!!! (m! & f! receiving), Grabbing at thighs (m! & f! receiving), Orgasm Denial, Edging, A variation of the Red Light Green Light game, Fingering (f! receiving), Cum tasting, Grinding (m! receiving), Unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), Marking, Begging, Clit Stimulation, Creampie (twice), Overstimulation, Cum Play, Fake Pity, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Slight! Restraint (for like a few seconds), Slight! Waiting Game, Brief mentions of Stripping for a Partner (m! receiving), Mentions of Aftercare, Hints of another round in a bubble bath, Mentions of a dick joke (reader almost tells), Use of Pet Names: Doll (frequently), Babydoll, Brat (+ Variations), Baby, Good Girl (four times (incl. one variation)), and Sweetheart (once) *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*
Word Count: 5,520
Changmin (Q) X Fem! Reader
[A/n: Originally what was planned was for this to be a full brat tamer! Changmin fic… and well- I didn’t have the strength. I also tried to organize the warnings in order- but so many overlap… Anyways, starting this fanfic year off with a bang, pun intended. (Also not titled bc of it but ‘Focus On Me’ by Jus2 is fun to mention)]
Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
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You’ve been over at your friend’s apartment for the past five hours. And as much as you loved them, you could only play the same game for so long before you grew bored. Honestly, you were surprised you survived three hours of playing and waiting for your turn so far. When you tire of watching the gameplay, you look over at your boyfriend, Changmin, as Haknyeon talks about the game with him. And sigh. You wanted to be home, and if he was talking and interested in the game, it looked like you were going to be stuck here for the next hour or more. There were only so many controllers and so much screen that twelve-plus people could share, even with some of your friends’ switches connected to the game, it was still a drag. Maybe if there was a controller and enough screen for everyone, you wouldn’t be complaining. But you curl into Changmin’s side and huff. He ruffles your hair and you rest there, maybe a quick nap would do you good.
And that’s when Changmin and Haknyeon turns are called, and you sigh as your pillow gets up from your shared blanket. So, you decide to watch your boyfriend play, and he provides some sense of entertainment. Since he was facing the big screen on an angle, you could stare at his side profile and watch as his fingers played with the controls. You smile thinking of how soft and sweet he looks in his hoodie and messy hair until he sticks his tongue against his cheek in concentration. You start wondering how you could get him to focus on you like that. The more you watch his jaw clench, and his fingers play with the buttons, the more your mind starts thinking of what you both could be doing instead. You hum to yourself as you think of ways you could get the two of you to leave. Maybe faking being sick would work? But that would lead to Changmin taking care of you in ways you didn’t want him to right now. You could claim you have an emergency at home, but that would lead to the same fate. Or worse, all of your friends following you both out to make sure everything was okay. And then, you realize if you get him on the same page, he’d want to leave just as badly as you did.
The more he plays, the needier for him you become. Changmin is the only one out of the round, which means Chanhee gets to play now. You smile when Changmin returns, immediately throwing his part of the blanket over him as he sits beside you. You hum as you nuzzle against him, enjoying that he’s finally beside you again. And now you can execute your plan. You kiss his neck innocently. At least, it could be perceived that way. “You did well, baby.” He thanks you sweetly as you lay another kiss on his neck before resting your head against the crook of his neck. “You getting tired, baby?” You hum in reply, and he squeezes your thigh in reassurance. And you reflexively move into his hold, craving more of his touch, and you watch as he raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything. You sigh. It seems like you’ll have your work cut out for you tonight. So, you take matters into your own hands and move his hand higher on your thigh. He gives you a quick squeeze before pulling his hand away, not giving in to you. You huff, which makes him laugh, and that makes you roll your eyes. You look around and notice how focused everyone, including Changmin, is on the game. And you sigh again, knowing you weren’t getting your way just yet. After Sangyeon finally loses for the first time all night, it’s your turn.
You try to stay in the game as long as possible. Wanting to ease your boredom and needs. You do well, staying in for two rounds until Jacob kills your character. And alas, it doesn’t help one bit. You’re still as bored and as needy as you were before, if not more. You sigh as you get up, handing your controller over to Hyunjae before sitting beside your boyfriend under the blanket. And that’s when you decide to initiate plan b when no one is looking. Not that anyone was considering they are all glued to gameplay on the TV. You place your hand on his thigh, and he lets you rest it there. You were successful so far. You give it a little squeeze whenever someone wins a round, as if you were excited for it too. And when he cheers, you sneak it a little higher. You’re midway up his thigh when he whispers in your ear, “I know what you’re doing…” You hum, acting innocent, “What?” He narrows his eyes at you, “Don’t.” You don’t until he cheers again, and with your hand on his upper thigh, you can’t help but smirk as you squeeze. He grips your hand in his, turning his head towards you before whispering, “What do you think you’re doing, brat?” And you ask, “Can we go home?” His eyes dart back to the screen, his tongue poking into his cheek as he thinks, “One more round?” You nod, that look he used melting you enough to think you can hold out until after your next turn if it means you get to go home.
Except your turn comes and goes twice… And you’re halfway to you two again for the third additional round. And you’re upset because Changmin had told you that you only had to wait one more round. If you had it your way, you’d be at his apartment and under him by now. But here you both were, still sitting under the same blanket as he watched on. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, and you’re starting to debate if walking home and having fun all by yourself would be more worth it. At least you could get close to what you wanted and no longer have to wait. You whisper, “Minnie…” He hums, not drawing his attention from the screen. “Can we go home now?” He doesn’t look back when he promises you, “One more round, I promise, sweetheart.” You sigh, “That’s what you said two rounds ago.” He pats your knee underneath the covers, trying to comfort you, and you roll your eyes.
Of course, you could believe him this time, but you know if he plays another round, you’ll end up staying here for the rest of the night. So, you decide to play the last trick up your sleeve. And whisper in his ear, “Please, Minnie… I need you…” He looks back at you and says, “One more round, I promise.” And he whispers, just so you can hear, “Then I’ll give you everything you want. Okay, doll?” You sigh. You could wait again, especially with a promise like that. But as you pan over to who’s currently playing. You nearly scream because everyone who’s good at the game and can play for hours without losing has finally regained their spots. You have three options now… Walk home and satisfy yourself, wait for everyone to lose, or… be a brat. After all, you gave him an extra round! It would only be fair if you got what you wanted now! You hold back for a moment as you see Younghoon’s character is in critical condition. And if he gets out right now, you’ll have a straight shot to home, no brattiness necessary. You watch as he dodges at the last second and regenerates his health. You nearly groan as you decide enough is enough, you’re getting what you want and now.
You put your hand onto his thigh again, and he mutters, “Don’t.” Who was he to tell you what you can and can’t do? After all, he said you could leave almost two rounds ago! You move your hand along his pants, deciding to play dirty, and rub your hand over his bulge. He quickly captures your hand before you can make him hard in front of all your friends. You see his tongue poking in his cheek again, and it makes you crave him more. He squeezes your hand in his and hisses into your ear, “What did I just say?” You roll your eyes and mumble, “You said ‘don’t.’” You hold your tongue from saying, ‘Just like you said, we could leave earlier.’ But you don’t, and you let him hold your hand captive.
You try to refocus on the game, and it’s the same layout they’ve been playing for the past two hours, and you’re still as bored of it as you were before. And you decide to whisper in his ear again, “Please, baby, I’ve been so good waiting already. Can we please go home…” He rolls his eyes, and you look around, and with them yelling and cheering, it’s like the two of you are in your own little world, “Please… I need you so bad.” You check once more, “Don’t you need me too?” He doesn’t say a word. And you give him a little pout. He’s still not budging. You decide to up the ante, “I’m so wet for you, baby…” You see his jaw clench and continue, “You’d fill me up so well…” You watch his ears turn red. You use your free hand to run it under his hoodie and over his chest. Tracing over his tummy to give him goosebumps as you trail your hand down telling him about how good he’d make you feel if only you two could leave right now… You watch his ears turn more and more red as you whisper about all the things you’re thinking about. He grabs your other hand and stops your hands from moving, clasping your hands together. And it makes you pout again. You roll your eyes as he gives you a stern look, and you draw your attention to the recessed lighting, hoping that would somehow cure your needs. Because Changmin certainly wasn’t about to, it seemed.
When he’s sure you won’t try to grab him again, he puts your hands on your lap, stuffing them between your legs, before letting out a dramatic yawn, fully stretching out his arms and hands, making it clear how tired he is. You quickly catch onto what he’s doing, flickering your eyes closed as if you were fighting sleep as his noisiness alerts them to look back. He asks amid a fake yawn, “Hey, you guys mind if we head out? We’re both getting tired.” Before letting out another small yawn. You let your eyes droop as the ones who are gaming say, “Yeah, yeah, sure! We’ll see you later!” Not even looking back while the onlookers wish you two safe travels and goodbyes. Changmin tells them he’ll see them later as you tiredly say goodbye. Changmin takes one of your hands in his, “Come on, (N/n). Let’s go home.” You give him a tired nod and leave your warm throw blanket on the couch behind you as you both wait.
It’s pitch black outside as you head to his car. He doesn’t speak to you until you both get in, “Yours or mine?” And you immediately answer, “Yours.” He nods, pulling out of the driveway and onto the dead-end street before navigating out of the neighborhood. He doesn’t say a word to you, but you can feel him staring at you. And it isn’t until you hit the last stop sign before the main road that he does anything. You feel his hand resting high on your thigh, as you had done to him earlier on the couch. You gasp as he squeezes, finally getting some attention. Every time he presses on the accelerator, he squeezes, making you ache for more. He was driving you mad, and you were grateful to see the red light. As he approached, he slowed down, moving his hand away from your thigh, giving you a small break. And when it turns green, he cups you over your jeans, rubbing his fingers against the rough material. Your hips chase after the feeling you had been craving for the past few hours now. You whine when he hits the next red light, and he pulls his fingers away, and your hips buck into nothingness. You can see his smirk in the corner of your eye. But you refuse to look at him. He wasted all that time when he could have been doing this earlier. You refuse to give him the full satisfaction of looking at him, no matter how good it feels.
His fingers make quick work of your pants when the turning lane signal turns green. When that light turns red, it’s his turn to go. He asks as his hand hovers over you, “You going to look at me, doll?” You shake your head, and he mutters, “Fucking brat.” You look straight ahead, even when his hands run across your stomach and under your jeans. His fingers skim over your panties, and he chuckles, “Wet for me already, baby?” You roll your eyes; you had already told him that you were when you were sitting on your friend’s couch. Which makes him tsk, and his hands move away again as his foot presses on the brake. You sneak a glance at him and find he’s already looking at you. And fuck, did he look good under the warm glow of the streetlights. “That’s better…” You roll your eyes but don’t break your gaze, taking in all of his features. The light turns green, and since no one’s around, he places his hand under your jaw and brings you in for a kiss. When you break away, he slips his hand under your underwear when he accelerates this time, rubbing gently over your folds as you let out little whimpers. His fingers slip right in on the next green light as your hands wrap around his arm and grind up into his hand. His arm flexes in your hold as he goes through another green light, and his fingers move faster inside of you.
And just when you’re close to finishing, gasping and letting out soft moans, the light turns red. He slows down as he removes his fingers, making you cry out, begging for him to continue, “Ch-Changmin! Please! Please…” And he giggles as you try to grind into his hand, as your orgasm slowly ebbs away, “You knew what game we were playing, doll. Don’t act so surprised. It couldn’t stay green forever.” You damn the red light ahead of you. He makes the turn onto his road before lightly teasing your clit, not enough pressure to build up your orgasm again but enough to keep you on the edge. You can’t help the whimpers that you let slip out at the stimulation. You watch as his smile turns devilish over having full control over you. Tears prick your eyes as he starts slowing down to turn into his apartment complex’s parking lot. And he stops moving his fingers completely. He asks when he parks, “Aw, my poor baby. Did you not get what you wanted?” He smirks as he removes his fingers, and you slowly release his arm from your hold as you shake your head ‘no’.
He chuckles, “Sorry, babydoll. You should have been more patient. Maybe if you were, we wouldn’t have played this game. And I would have just fingered you all the way home, giving you exactly what you wanted.” He brings his wet fingers into his mouth and licks around them before releasing them with a pop. You watch in pure agony as he makes a show of it. You haphazardly fix your pants and open the door, eager to get inside, as he loiters up to his room, and you desperately drag him up the stairs. His pace remains slow and steady no matter how much you tug on him. He walks up the stairs as slowly as possible, fumbling with his keys before unlocking his apartment door. You groan at him, knowing he’s doing it on purpose. He lets you in first, and when he finally closes the door behind him, your hands are all over him.
And he doesn’t like that at all. He pushes you up against the wall, his hands holding your wrists over your head. “What do you think you’re doing? You don’t get to have your way after being such an impatient little brat earlier.” You glare at him, holding your ground, “You promised me you’d leave two almost three rounds ago! So, it’s not my fault for being impatient!” He cracks a grin at you, “Oh, so that’s what this is about? But weren’t you soooo needy for me before that?” You scowl at him, and he gives you a fake pout, “Aw, my poor baby couldn’t wait…” You glare, “I think we’ve established that.” He raises an eyebrow at you, “Copping an attitude right now? When I was just thinking about being nice and giving you what you’ve been so impatiently waiting for?” You gasp at that, thinking you had been too much of a brat in the past hour. He grins as he waits, “What, cat got your tongue?” You can’t think of any witty response and decide to give him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster as you apologize. He hums, “Good girl.”
He drops his hold on your wrists, leading you to his room, and sits down on his bed with his hands behind him, resting his weight on them. You’re left standing there, and he says, “Since you were teasing me so much, might as well put on a show for me too.” You blush as you look at him. And slowly roll up your shirt over your head. He watches with a grin playing on his lips as you take off each article. “You look divine, babydoll.” He gives you another once over, humming to himself, and he beckons you to stand before him. He leans in, leaving kisses along your stomach as your hands run through his hair. He leaves a wet kiss between your breasts before his hands wrap around the back of your thighs before lifting you to sit on top of him. He tells you, “Show me how badly you want me right now.”
You could argue that he already knows how badly you want him, considering that’s why you’re here in the first place. But since you were already on thin ice, you didn’t want to ruin what little patience he had for you. So, you kiss along his jaw and grind your hips against the rough material of his jeans. You moan when you feel him underneath you and focus on grinding down into him. Creating a delicious friction for both of you. He lets out a little grunt, “Fuck, that’s it, baby.” You capture his lips in yours, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips. Your hips slow down as you kiss him, and he pulls away with his eyebrow raised, “You can do better than that.” You nod and resist the urge to kiss him again, knowing it would just slow you down again. You run your hands underneath his hoodie and along his bare torso, tugging at the garment. He doesn’t move to let you take it off. And he tsks at you, “You have to learn to be patient and wait.” You scoff but oblige, holding his waist as you start setting a pace. The friction of jeans feels good against you as you grind against him faster.
And just when you’re starting to feel an orgasm build up again, he flips you two over, and you whine. He wasn’t letting you have anything you wanted. You cross your arms over your bare chest, and scowl at him, which makes him laugh at you. “You’re cute when you don’t get your way.” You roll your eyes, and he points to the wet spot you left on him, “Look at the mess you made on me, doll.” You blush as you look at the darkened spot on jeans. He smears it around with a little grin playing on his lips before he unbuttons them and lets them fall to the floor. You sigh as he takes off his hoodie, revealing his chest that you wanted to leave marks all over. You watch in anticipation as his thumbs hook underneath his underwear. When he finally slips out of off, you grin. He asks in a teasing tone, “See something you want, sweetheart?” You quickly nod, and he smiles, putting his hands on either side of your hips before dropping down onto his knees in front of you. He tells you, “I guess you’ll just have to wait.”
You grin, thinking you’ll get a reward for showing him how much you wanted him. He kisses your left thigh before sucking and nipping at the spot before repeating the same on the right. Leaving you writhing in pleasure as he works his way up to your core. He kisses your lower lips, letting out a low hum, sending shivers up your spine. His tongue darts in, and you relish in the feeling, and you look down at him to see him grinning. And he pulls away, you groan at him, “Why!?” He answers, “Only good little girls who have patience get eaten out, doll.” You want to argue you’ve been good, but you knew better. He places one last hickey on your thigh before kissing along your torso and up to your chest. Leaving hickeys all over as he works his way up before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your hips can’t help but buck your hips up against his as you kiss him.
You feel him hold your hips down, and you sigh, “You’re not letting me have any fun…” He tsks at you, “If I give you an inch, you take a mile.” You resist making a dick joke, but your lips curling at the thought gives you away, and he gives you a light smack on your thigh. “Not what I meant.” You giggle, “You’re right, but it’s so funny.” He shakes his head as he laughs with you. He kisses you, “God, how could I ever give you a punishment? When you’re so cute.” You smirk, “I’m just too sweet, huh?” He rolls his eyes, “I didn’t say that.” He gives you a pointed look, “And I’ve already given you three. Don’t make me give you another.” You roll your eyes, not wanting to hear it anymore, “Can you just fuck me already?” He rolls his eyes at you as he lines his head up with your entrance, “Fine, you little brat.” You take the nickname in stride as Changmin fills you up to the brim.
You let out a moan when he bottoms out, “Fuck, that’s exactly what I wanted.” He smirks, teasing, “Oh, so you just wanted me to cockwarm you?” You groan out, “Not what I said!” He smirks, “I know.” He kisses you as his hips start rocking into yours, gently setting a pace. “You always take me so well.” He leans down to kiss you, and you grin as you makeout, finally feeling satisfied with him inside of you. When he pulls away, he picks up his pace. Your hands instantly grip his forearms as he starts fucking into you at a faster pace, trying to get a grip on the pleasure he is giving you. “You look like a mess already, babydoll.” You huff out, “It’s… It’s all your fault.” He grins wickedly, “That’s right, a mess just for me, huh?” You resist rolling your eyes at that, but your moans prove to be enough of an answer for him as he thrusts into you. When holding his arms is no longer enough, you move to grip the sheets beneath you, tightly keeping them in your hold as he fucks into you.
He leans down to leave wet kisses along your collarbone, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin, leaving red splotches in his wake. You let out a whine, “Minnie?” He hums against your shoulder, “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” And he asks as his mouth hovers over yours, “Impatient still?” You look into his eyes, “For you? Always.” He captures your lips in his, and you close your eyes as you moan into the kiss, satisfied to have his lips on yours again. His hips grind into yours as he makes out with you. Your lips are swollen as he pulls away, and he can’t resist kissing you again. You let out soft moans against his lips as he kisses you. He moves back after another moment, and you let out a soft sigh. He starts thrusting into you again, picking his pace back up. Your hips start bucking to meet his movements, and he mutters, “Cute.” You clench around him as you feel yourself grow closer. You feel his weight shift and watch him move his left hand, and you wonder if he’s readjusting when he slides it along your waist before sliding it between your two bodies. He rubs along your folds before swirling his fingers around your clit, rubbing against it as you whine from the stimulation.
As he applies more pressure to your clit you let out a whimper of, “I’m- I’m close…” His eyes lock onto yours, and he tells you, “Beg for it.” In between moans, you say, “Please… Please let me cum.” You moan as you feel like the cord in you is about to snap. And whine, “Please-please-please- Minnie. Min- Please- I need to cum.” He hums as he fucks you harder, “I’m not so sure you deserve it after what you pulled earlier.” And you cry out as he hits a sensitive spot, “Can I please cum, please, Minnie? Please, I've been so good.” His tongue pokes his cheek, thinking about whether or not you deserve to, and you clench at the sight. That same stupid look he made earlier that led to this point. And he groans as you clench around him again, “Minnie, please- I’m gonna-” He finally tells you, “You can cum, doll.” You nearly see white as you finally release all over him. He continues fucking you through it, burying his face into your neck as he nears his own. He nips at your neck, “Such a fucking good-good girl for me.” His hips stutter as he groans, “Fuc-fuck. Where do you want it? On your stomach or?” And you whine, “In-Inside, please!” He groans at the thought as he leans his head up and captures your lips in a kiss as he finally hits his orgasm. His hips stutter against yours as he groans against your lips. He pulls his lips away to ride both of your orgasms out before pulling out. Causing everything to leak out of you. He groans at the sight, “Fuck, you look so pretty with cum spilling out of you.” His fingers twitch at the sight, unable to resist pushing it back in. You let out a whine at the overstimulation, “Changmin…” as he fucks it back inside of you. Your thighs shake as he continues, pumping his fingers in out of you, curling them inside as he pushes more of your combined cum back into you. And instead of edging you as he did in the car, he makes you cum all over his fingers, again, making a bigger mess. He shudders at the sight, “Oh, fuck, okay… I’m going to need another round, babydoll.” You sigh softly, coming off your high, “Give me a couple.” He nods, giving you a small smile, “Okay.”
He lays beside you, leaning on his side, and you lean over and finally place a hickey on his pretty chest. You sigh out, “Finally.” You place another kiss on his chest before laying back again. He shakes his head at you, finding you cute. As you both bask in the afterglow, he asks, “So, are you gonna tell me what made you act up in the first place?” You cast your eyes to the side he’s not on, “You looked so hot, all concentrated… And I uh…” He kisses your jaw, “And you what?” You sigh as you look into his eyes, “I wanted you to focus on me like that…” He smirks as he realizes what got you all hot and bothered for him earlier. “Was it this?” He cheekily sticks his tongue into his cheek as he scans over your naked body. Your jaw drops as he gives you that look. You let out a small, “Fuck,” and he grins, “I knew it.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “How?” He grins, “You almost drooled when you asked me to go home the first time. And when you were begging, and I did it, you clenched~” You roll your eyes at him and roll over to face him. Burying your face into his chest to place a few more hickeys along his chest. You hum as you move up to kiss along his neck, “You have the perfect neck for hickeys.” He shakes his head as he kisses the top of your head. You feel him hard against you again, and giggle into his neck as you suck another mark into it. When you pull back, to place another, his eyes capture yours and he asks, “You ready?” You whisper, “Yeah,” before kissing his adam’s apple, and he says, “I was hoping you’d say that.” He instantly grabs your leg, hooking it over his hip before lining up and pushing back into you. You both shudder at the feeling, still sensitive from your last orgasms. You grind your hips into his as he settles in. He leans his head towards yours, and you kiss him. Both of you moaning into the kiss as he starts moving inside of you. When you pull away from the kiss, you nestle your head into the crook of his neck before sucking marks into his skin again. His hips rock into yours faster as you both grow closer. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me again?” You moan, “Y-yes.” His lips attach to your neck, as you grow closer. And he nips at yours as you squeeze your eyes shut, moaning into his shoulder as you let the feeling wash over you. He pulls his lips back to groan into your neck as he hits his high. You let out a small laugh, “God, you look like a mess.” Looking over the red marks littering his chest, and his sweaty hair. He shakes his hair, “Me? Baby, you need to look at you. All fucked out just for me.” You take a quick glance and notice all the hickeys he gave before leaning in and kissing him. His hand finds its way in your hair as he holds you close against him. When you break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.
When he pulls out again, your mixed cum leaks out of you again. Making the two of you let out soft, tired laughs. You ask him, “So, what took you so long to leave?” He smirks, trailing kisses down your neck, “I wanted to see how long you’d last.” You lightly smack his shoulder, and he giggles, “You’re so easy to frustrate, babydoll.” He nips at a spot as you roll your eyes. You wait for him to pull back away from your neck before kissing him again. You stay like that for a few minutes, your lips moving together as he holds you close to him. When he pulls away, you pout, making him peck you on the lips before he gets up from the bed, “Come on, let’s go take a bath.” You cross your arms over your bare chest, “I’ll put in your favorite bath bomb~” You shake your head, “Oh? Is that not enough?” You shake your head, and he hums, “I’ll get those cute rubber duckies that you like out~” You hum at that but still shake your head, “Hmm… Would me massaging your scalp make you happy?” You try to hide your grin at that thought, and he pokes your cheek, “Will that make up for making you wait?” You can’t help but giggle when he pokes you, but shake your head ‘no’ again. He hums, “Would making you cum again underneath the soapy bubbles, make up for it?” You grin, nodding happily, and he rolls his eyes with a smile playing on his lips, “Your wish is my command, my precious little brat.” He pulls you up to the edge of the bed before kissing your forehead as you giggle. He pulls you to stand and kisses you when you’re standing in front of him before you both head into the bathroom.
omggg yesss, your writing is amazing : ' ) I read one of yours without knowing it was you and then another one and I was like "wow, this is good, better follow this account" and that's when I found out I've been reading your fics all along 🥹💖💖
Hiii guysss < 33 sooo, I just have 6 requests left to work with and I will get to it ASAP so expect me around a little bit more : ' ) alsooo, I think I already mentioned this but I'm a sucker for vampires and I decided to make a small space for fics/ one shots/ thoughts/ imagines/ AUs, whatever and everything, specially for some things about vampires or just mythical creatures/ fantasy in general. I am going to start with something I thought about Changmin (Q) and Juyeon from The Boyz since I got obsessed with the group (again) and those two are my top biases. I will also include BND, ENHYPEN and RIIZE there so lmk if you want something related to those themes and I would be glad to do it !! (requests are always open for anything and everything!)
Also, a little poll because I can't decide !!
childhood friend Taesan who came back and got +18 with you
fuckboy Leehan who's a bitch that needs to get taught a +18 lesson
boxer sungho who needs to let a little bit of stress out and you help w that +18
well, the people have chosen!! (for now, wink wink) I'm almost done with the Taesan fic (one-shot/ imagine / scenario) and I've been getting a few The Boyz requests already, sooo excited to get to work with those as well < 33 btw, if there's a poor soul out there who can pity me, can someone give me an idea to make a smut scenario based on it? or around it? I just need a place to start with plz : ' )
Summary: The game that you and all of your friends were playing was fun at first, but the more you watched it than played it. The more boring it became. It isn’t until you watch your boyfriend do that stupid look of his, poking his tongue in his cheek in concentration. That you realize there’s something much more fun that you’d rather be doing than this.
Oneshot
Smut, PWP, Fluff, Non-idol au, Established Relationship au
If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
Warnings: Slight brat! Reader, Slight! Brat tamer & Slightly Mean! Changmin, Teasing!!! (m! & f! receiving), Grabbing at thighs (m! & f! receiving), Orgasm Denial, Edging, A variation of the Red Light Green Light game, Fingering (f! receiving), Cum tasting, Grinding (m! receiving), Unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), Marking, Begging, Clit Stimulation, Creampie (twice), Overstimulation, Cum Play, Fake Pity, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Slight! Restraint (for like a few seconds), Slight! Waiting Game, Brief mentions of Stripping for a Partner (m! receiving), Mentions of Aftercare, Hints of another round in a bubble bath, Mentions of a dick joke (reader almost tells), Use of Pet Names: Doll (frequently), Babydoll, Brat (+ Variations), Baby, Good Girl (four times (incl. one variation)), and Sweetheart (once) *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*
Word Count: 5,520
Changmin (Q) X Fem! Reader
[A/n: Originally what was planned was for this to be a full brat tamer! Changmin fic… and well- I didn’t have the strength. I also tried to organize the warnings in order- but so many overlap… Anyways, starting this fanfic year off with a bang, pun intended. (Also not titled bc of it but ‘Focus On Me’ by Jus2 is fun to mention)]
Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
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You’ve been over at your friend’s apartment for the past five hours. And as much as you loved them, you could only play the same game for so long before you grew bored. Honestly, you were surprised you survived three hours of playing and waiting for your turn so far. When you tire of watching the gameplay, you look over at your boyfriend, Changmin, as Haknyeon talks about the game with him. And sigh. You wanted to be home, and if he was talking and interested in the game, it looked like you were going to be stuck here for the next hour or more. There were only so many controllers and so much screen that twelve-plus people could share, even with some of your friends’ switches connected to the game, it was still a drag. Maybe if there was a controller and enough screen for everyone, you wouldn’t be complaining. But you curl into Changmin’s side and huff. He ruffles your hair and you rest there, maybe a quick nap would do you good.
And that’s when Changmin and Haknyeon turns are called, and you sigh as your pillow gets up from your shared blanket. So, you decide to watch your boyfriend play, and he provides some sense of entertainment. Since he was facing the big screen on an angle, you could stare at his side profile and watch as his fingers played with the controls. You smile thinking of how soft and sweet he looks in his hoodie and messy hair until he sticks his tongue against his cheek in concentration. You start wondering how you could get him to focus on you like that. The more you watch his jaw clench, and his fingers play with the buttons, the more your mind starts thinking of what you both could be doing instead. You hum to yourself as you think of ways you could get the two of you to leave. Maybe faking being sick would work? But that would lead to Changmin taking care of you in ways you didn’t want him to right now. You could claim you have an emergency at home, but that would lead to the same fate. Or worse, all of your friends following you both out to make sure everything was okay. And then, you realize if you get him on the same page, he’d want to leave just as badly as you did.
The more he plays, the needier for him you become. Changmin is the only one out of the round, which means Chanhee gets to play now. You smile when Changmin returns, immediately throwing his part of the blanket over him as he sits beside you. You hum as you nuzzle against him, enjoying that he’s finally beside you again. And now you can execute your plan. You kiss his neck innocently. At least, it could be perceived that way. “You did well, baby.” He thanks you sweetly as you lay another kiss on his neck before resting your head against the crook of his neck. “You getting tired, baby?” You hum in reply, and he squeezes your thigh in reassurance. And you reflexively move into his hold, craving more of his touch, and you watch as he raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything. You sigh. It seems like you’ll have your work cut out for you tonight. So, you take matters into your own hands and move his hand higher on your thigh. He gives you a quick squeeze before pulling his hand away, not giving in to you. You huff, which makes him laugh, and that makes you roll your eyes. You look around and notice how focused everyone, including Changmin, is on the game. And you sigh again, knowing you weren’t getting your way just yet. After Sangyeon finally loses for the first time all night, it’s your turn.
You try to stay in the game as long as possible. Wanting to ease your boredom and needs. You do well, staying in for two rounds until Jacob kills your character. And alas, it doesn’t help one bit. You’re still as bored and as needy as you were before, if not more. You sigh as you get up, handing your controller over to Hyunjae before sitting beside your boyfriend under the blanket. And that’s when you decide to initiate plan b when no one is looking. Not that anyone was considering they are all glued to gameplay on the TV. You place your hand on his thigh, and he lets you rest it there. You were successful so far. You give it a little squeeze whenever someone wins a round, as if you were excited for it too. And when he cheers, you sneak it a little higher. You’re midway up his thigh when he whispers in your ear, “I know what you’re doing…” You hum, acting innocent, “What?” He narrows his eyes at you, “Don’t.” You don’t until he cheers again, and with your hand on his upper thigh, you can’t help but smirk as you squeeze. He grips your hand in his, turning his head towards you before whispering, “What do you think you’re doing, brat?” And you ask, “Can we go home?” His eyes dart back to the screen, his tongue poking into his cheek as he thinks, “One more round?” You nod, that look he used melting you enough to think you can hold out until after your next turn if it means you get to go home.
Except your turn comes and goes twice… And you’re halfway to you two again for the third additional round. And you’re upset because Changmin had told you that you only had to wait one more round. If you had it your way, you’d be at his apartment and under him by now. But here you both were, still sitting under the same blanket as he watched on. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, and you’re starting to debate if walking home and having fun all by yourself would be more worth it. At least you could get close to what you wanted and no longer have to wait. You whisper, “Minnie…” He hums, not drawing his attention from the screen. “Can we go home now?” He doesn’t look back when he promises you, “One more round, I promise, sweetheart.” You sigh, “That’s what you said two rounds ago.” He pats your knee underneath the covers, trying to comfort you, and you roll your eyes.
Of course, you could believe him this time, but you know if he plays another round, you’ll end up staying here for the rest of the night. So, you decide to play the last trick up your sleeve. And whisper in his ear, “Please, Minnie… I need you…” He looks back at you and says, “One more round, I promise.” And he whispers, just so you can hear, “Then I’ll give you everything you want. Okay, doll?” You sigh. You could wait again, especially with a promise like that. But as you pan over to who’s currently playing. You nearly scream because everyone who’s good at the game and can play for hours without losing has finally regained their spots. You have three options now… Walk home and satisfy yourself, wait for everyone to lose, or… be a brat. After all, you gave him an extra round! It would only be fair if you got what you wanted now! You hold back for a moment as you see Younghoon’s character is in critical condition. And if he gets out right now, you’ll have a straight shot to home, no brattiness necessary. You watch as he dodges at the last second and regenerates his health. You nearly groan as you decide enough is enough, you’re getting what you want and now.
You put your hand onto his thigh again, and he mutters, “Don’t.” Who was he to tell you what you can and can’t do? After all, he said you could leave almost two rounds ago! You move your hand along his pants, deciding to play dirty, and rub your hand over his bulge. He quickly captures your hand before you can make him hard in front of all your friends. You see his tongue poking in his cheek again, and it makes you crave him more. He squeezes your hand in his and hisses into your ear, “What did I just say?” You roll your eyes and mumble, “You said ‘don’t.’” You hold your tongue from saying, ‘Just like you said, we could leave earlier.’ But you don’t, and you let him hold your hand captive.
You try to refocus on the game, and it’s the same layout they’ve been playing for the past two hours, and you’re still as bored of it as you were before. And you decide to whisper in his ear again, “Please, baby, I’ve been so good waiting already. Can we please go home…” He rolls his eyes, and you look around, and with them yelling and cheering, it’s like the two of you are in your own little world, “Please… I need you so bad.” You check once more, “Don’t you need me too?” He doesn’t say a word. And you give him a little pout. He’s still not budging. You decide to up the ante, “I’m so wet for you, baby…” You see his jaw clench and continue, “You’d fill me up so well…” You watch his ears turn red. You use your free hand to run it under his hoodie and over his chest. Tracing over his tummy to give him goosebumps as you trail your hand down telling him about how good he’d make you feel if only you two could leave right now… You watch his ears turn more and more red as you whisper about all the things you’re thinking about. He grabs your other hand and stops your hands from moving, clasping your hands together. And it makes you pout again. You roll your eyes as he gives you a stern look, and you draw your attention to the recessed lighting, hoping that would somehow cure your needs. Because Changmin certainly wasn’t about to, it seemed.
When he’s sure you won’t try to grab him again, he puts your hands on your lap, stuffing them between your legs, before letting out a dramatic yawn, fully stretching out his arms and hands, making it clear how tired he is. You quickly catch onto what he’s doing, flickering your eyes closed as if you were fighting sleep as his noisiness alerts them to look back. He asks amid a fake yawn, “Hey, you guys mind if we head out? We’re both getting tired.” Before letting out another small yawn. You let your eyes droop as the ones who are gaming say, “Yeah, yeah, sure! We’ll see you later!” Not even looking back while the onlookers wish you two safe travels and goodbyes. Changmin tells them he’ll see them later as you tiredly say goodbye. Changmin takes one of your hands in his, “Come on, (N/n). Let’s go home.” You give him a tired nod and leave your warm throw blanket on the couch behind you as you both wait.
It’s pitch black outside as you head to his car. He doesn’t speak to you until you both get in, “Yours or mine?” And you immediately answer, “Yours.” He nods, pulling out of the driveway and onto the dead-end street before navigating out of the neighborhood. He doesn’t say a word to you, but you can feel him staring at you. And it isn’t until you hit the last stop sign before the main road that he does anything. You feel his hand resting high on your thigh, as you had done to him earlier on the couch. You gasp as he squeezes, finally getting some attention. Every time he presses on the accelerator, he squeezes, making you ache for more. He was driving you mad, and you were grateful to see the red light. As he approached, he slowed down, moving his hand away from your thigh, giving you a small break. And when it turns green, he cups you over your jeans, rubbing his fingers against the rough material. Your hips chase after the feeling you had been craving for the past few hours now. You whine when he hits the next red light, and he pulls his fingers away, and your hips buck into nothingness. You can see his smirk in the corner of your eye. But you refuse to look at him. He wasted all that time when he could have been doing this earlier. You refuse to give him the full satisfaction of looking at him, no matter how good it feels.
His fingers make quick work of your pants when the turning lane signal turns green. When that light turns red, it’s his turn to go. He asks as his hand hovers over you, “You going to look at me, doll?” You shake your head, and he mutters, “Fucking brat.” You look straight ahead, even when his hands run across your stomach and under your jeans. His fingers skim over your panties, and he chuckles, “Wet for me already, baby?” You roll your eyes; you had already told him that you were when you were sitting on your friend’s couch. Which makes him tsk, and his hands move away again as his foot presses on the brake. You sneak a glance at him and find he’s already looking at you. And fuck, did he look good under the warm glow of the streetlights. “That’s better…” You roll your eyes but don’t break your gaze, taking in all of his features. The light turns green, and since no one’s around, he places his hand under your jaw and brings you in for a kiss. When you break away, he slips his hand under your underwear when he accelerates this time, rubbing gently over your folds as you let out little whimpers. His fingers slip right in on the next green light as your hands wrap around his arm and grind up into his hand. His arm flexes in your hold as he goes through another green light, and his fingers move faster inside of you.
And just when you’re close to finishing, gasping and letting out soft moans, the light turns red. He slows down as he removes his fingers, making you cry out, begging for him to continue, “Ch-Changmin! Please! Please…” And he giggles as you try to grind into his hand, as your orgasm slowly ebbs away, “You knew what game we were playing, doll. Don’t act so surprised. It couldn’t stay green forever.” You damn the red light ahead of you. He makes the turn onto his road before lightly teasing your clit, not enough pressure to build up your orgasm again but enough to keep you on the edge. You can’t help the whimpers that you let slip out at the stimulation. You watch as his smile turns devilish over having full control over you. Tears prick your eyes as he starts slowing down to turn into his apartment complex’s parking lot. And he stops moving his fingers completely. He asks when he parks, “Aw, my poor baby. Did you not get what you wanted?” He smirks as he removes his fingers, and you slowly release his arm from your hold as you shake your head ‘no’.
He chuckles, “Sorry, babydoll. You should have been more patient. Maybe if you were, we wouldn’t have played this game. And I would have just fingered you all the way home, giving you exactly what you wanted.” He brings his wet fingers into his mouth and licks around them before releasing them with a pop. You watch in pure agony as he makes a show of it. You haphazardly fix your pants and open the door, eager to get inside, as he loiters up to his room, and you desperately drag him up the stairs. His pace remains slow and steady no matter how much you tug on him. He walks up the stairs as slowly as possible, fumbling with his keys before unlocking his apartment door. You groan at him, knowing he’s doing it on purpose. He lets you in first, and when he finally closes the door behind him, your hands are all over him.
And he doesn’t like that at all. He pushes you up against the wall, his hands holding your wrists over your head. “What do you think you’re doing? You don’t get to have your way after being such an impatient little brat earlier.” You glare at him, holding your ground, “You promised me you’d leave two almost three rounds ago! So, it’s not my fault for being impatient!” He cracks a grin at you, “Oh, so that’s what this is about? But weren’t you soooo needy for me before that?” You scowl at him, and he gives you a fake pout, “Aw, my poor baby couldn’t wait…” You glare, “I think we’ve established that.” He raises an eyebrow at you, “Copping an attitude right now? When I was just thinking about being nice and giving you what you’ve been so impatiently waiting for?” You gasp at that, thinking you had been too much of a brat in the past hour. He grins as he waits, “What, cat got your tongue?” You can’t think of any witty response and decide to give him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster as you apologize. He hums, “Good girl.”
He drops his hold on your wrists, leading you to his room, and sits down on his bed with his hands behind him, resting his weight on them. You’re left standing there, and he says, “Since you were teasing me so much, might as well put on a show for me too.” You blush as you look at him. And slowly roll up your shirt over your head. He watches with a grin playing on his lips as you take off each article. “You look divine, babydoll.” He gives you another once over, humming to himself, and he beckons you to stand before him. He leans in, leaving kisses along your stomach as your hands run through his hair. He leaves a wet kiss between your breasts before his hands wrap around the back of your thighs before lifting you to sit on top of him. He tells you, “Show me how badly you want me right now.”
You could argue that he already knows how badly you want him, considering that’s why you’re here in the first place. But since you were already on thin ice, you didn’t want to ruin what little patience he had for you. So, you kiss along his jaw and grind your hips against the rough material of his jeans. You moan when you feel him underneath you and focus on grinding down into him. Creating a delicious friction for both of you. He lets out a little grunt, “Fuck, that’s it, baby.” You capture his lips in yours, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips. Your hips slow down as you kiss him, and he pulls away with his eyebrow raised, “You can do better than that.” You nod and resist the urge to kiss him again, knowing it would just slow you down again. You run your hands underneath his hoodie and along his bare torso, tugging at the garment. He doesn’t move to let you take it off. And he tsks at you, “You have to learn to be patient and wait.” You scoff but oblige, holding his waist as you start setting a pace. The friction of jeans feels good against you as you grind against him faster.
And just when you’re starting to feel an orgasm build up again, he flips you two over, and you whine. He wasn’t letting you have anything you wanted. You cross your arms over your bare chest, and scowl at him, which makes him laugh at you. “You’re cute when you don’t get your way.” You roll your eyes, and he points to the wet spot you left on him, “Look at the mess you made on me, doll.” You blush as you look at the darkened spot on jeans. He smears it around with a little grin playing on his lips before he unbuttons them and lets them fall to the floor. You sigh as he takes off his hoodie, revealing his chest that you wanted to leave marks all over. You watch in anticipation as his thumbs hook underneath his underwear. When he finally slips out of off, you grin. He asks in a teasing tone, “See something you want, sweetheart?” You quickly nod, and he smiles, putting his hands on either side of your hips before dropping down onto his knees in front of you. He tells you, “I guess you’ll just have to wait.”
You grin, thinking you’ll get a reward for showing him how much you wanted him. He kisses your left thigh before sucking and nipping at the spot before repeating the same on the right. Leaving you writhing in pleasure as he works his way up to your core. He kisses your lower lips, letting out a low hum, sending shivers up your spine. His tongue darts in, and you relish in the feeling, and you look down at him to see him grinning. And he pulls away, you groan at him, “Why!?” He answers, “Only good little girls who have patience get eaten out, doll.” You want to argue you’ve been good, but you knew better. He places one last hickey on your thigh before kissing along your torso and up to your chest. Leaving hickeys all over as he works his way up before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your hips can’t help but buck your hips up against his as you kiss him.
You feel him hold your hips down, and you sigh, “You’re not letting me have any fun…” He tsks at you, “If I give you an inch, you take a mile.” You resist making a dick joke, but your lips curling at the thought gives you away, and he gives you a light smack on your thigh. “Not what I meant.” You giggle, “You’re right, but it’s so funny.” He shakes his head as he laughs with you. He kisses you, “God, how could I ever give you a punishment? When you’re so cute.” You smirk, “I’m just too sweet, huh?” He rolls his eyes, “I didn’t say that.” He gives you a pointed look, “And I’ve already given you three. Don’t make me give you another.” You roll your eyes, not wanting to hear it anymore, “Can you just fuck me already?” He rolls his eyes at you as he lines his head up with your entrance, “Fine, you little brat.” You take the nickname in stride as Changmin fills you up to the brim.
You let out a moan when he bottoms out, “Fuck, that’s exactly what I wanted.” He smirks, teasing, “Oh, so you just wanted me to cockwarm you?” You groan out, “Not what I said!” He smirks, “I know.” He kisses you as his hips start rocking into yours, gently setting a pace. “You always take me so well.” He leans down to kiss you, and you grin as you makeout, finally feeling satisfied with him inside of you. When he pulls away, he picks up his pace. Your hands instantly grip his forearms as he starts fucking into you at a faster pace, trying to get a grip on the pleasure he is giving you. “You look like a mess already, babydoll.” You huff out, “It’s… It’s all your fault.” He grins wickedly, “That’s right, a mess just for me, huh?” You resist rolling your eyes at that, but your moans prove to be enough of an answer for him as he thrusts into you. When holding his arms is no longer enough, you move to grip the sheets beneath you, tightly keeping them in your hold as he fucks into you.
He leans down to leave wet kisses along your collarbone, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin, leaving red splotches in his wake. You let out a whine, “Minnie?” He hums against your shoulder, “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” And he asks as his mouth hovers over yours, “Impatient still?” You look into his eyes, “For you? Always.” He captures your lips in his, and you close your eyes as you moan into the kiss, satisfied to have his lips on yours again. His hips grind into yours as he makes out with you. Your lips are swollen as he pulls away, and he can’t resist kissing you again. You let out soft moans against his lips as he kisses you. He moves back after another moment, and you let out a soft sigh. He starts thrusting into you again, picking his pace back up. Your hips start bucking to meet his movements, and he mutters, “Cute.” You clench around him as you feel yourself grow closer. You feel his weight shift and watch him move his left hand, and you wonder if he’s readjusting when he slides it along your waist before sliding it between your two bodies. He rubs along your folds before swirling his fingers around your clit, rubbing against it as you whine from the stimulation.
As he applies more pressure to your clit you let out a whimper of, “I’m- I’m close…” His eyes lock onto yours, and he tells you, “Beg for it.” In between moans, you say, “Please… Please let me cum.” You moan as you feel like the cord in you is about to snap. And whine, “Please-please-please- Minnie. Min- Please- I need to cum.” He hums as he fucks you harder, “I’m not so sure you deserve it after what you pulled earlier.” And you cry out as he hits a sensitive spot, “Can I please cum, please, Minnie? Please, I've been so good.” His tongue pokes his cheek, thinking about whether or not you deserve to, and you clench at the sight. That same stupid look he made earlier that led to this point. And he groans as you clench around him again, “Minnie, please- I’m gonna-” He finally tells you, “You can cum, doll.” You nearly see white as you finally release all over him. He continues fucking you through it, burying his face into your neck as he nears his own. He nips at your neck, “Such a fucking good-good girl for me.” His hips stutter as he groans, “Fuc-fuck. Where do you want it? On your stomach or?” And you whine, “In-Inside, please!” He groans at the thought as he leans his head up and captures your lips in a kiss as he finally hits his orgasm. His hips stutter against yours as he groans against your lips. He pulls his lips away to ride both of your orgasms out before pulling out. Causing everything to leak out of you. He groans at the sight, “Fuck, you look so pretty with cum spilling out of you.” His fingers twitch at the sight, unable to resist pushing it back in. You let out a whine at the overstimulation, “Changmin…” as he fucks it back inside of you. Your thighs shake as he continues, pumping his fingers in out of you, curling them inside as he pushes more of your combined cum back into you. And instead of edging you as he did in the car, he makes you cum all over his fingers, again, making a bigger mess. He shudders at the sight, “Oh, fuck, okay… I’m going to need another round, babydoll.” You sigh softly, coming off your high, “Give me a couple.” He nods, giving you a small smile, “Okay.”
He lays beside you, leaning on his side, and you lean over and finally place a hickey on his pretty chest. You sigh out, “Finally.” You place another kiss on his chest before laying back again. He shakes his head at you, finding you cute. As you both bask in the afterglow, he asks, “So, are you gonna tell me what made you act up in the first place?” You cast your eyes to the side he’s not on, “You looked so hot, all concentrated… And I uh…” He kisses your jaw, “And you what?” You sigh as you look into his eyes, “I wanted you to focus on me like that…” He smirks as he realizes what got you all hot and bothered for him earlier. “Was it this?” He cheekily sticks his tongue into his cheek as he scans over your naked body. Your jaw drops as he gives you that look. You let out a small, “Fuck,” and he grins, “I knew it.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “How?” He grins, “You almost drooled when you asked me to go home the first time. And when you were begging, and I did it, you clenched~” You roll your eyes at him and roll over to face him. Burying your face into his chest to place a few more hickeys along his chest. You hum as you move up to kiss along his neck, “You have the perfect neck for hickeys.” He shakes his head as he kisses the top of your head. You feel him hard against you again, and giggle into his neck as you suck another mark into it. When you pull back, to place another, his eyes capture yours and he asks, “You ready?” You whisper, “Yeah,” before kissing his adam’s apple, and he says, “I was hoping you’d say that.” He instantly grabs your leg, hooking it over his hip before lining up and pushing back into you. You both shudder at the feeling, still sensitive from your last orgasms. You grind your hips into his as he settles in. He leans his head towards yours, and you kiss him. Both of you moaning into the kiss as he starts moving inside of you. When you pull away from the kiss, you nestle your head into the crook of his neck before sucking marks into his skin again. His hips rock into yours faster as you both grow closer. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me again?” You moan, “Y-yes.” His lips attach to your neck, as you grow closer. And he nips at yours as you squeeze your eyes shut, moaning into his shoulder as you let the feeling wash over you. He pulls his lips back to groan into your neck as he hits his high. You let out a small laugh, “God, you look like a mess.” Looking over the red marks littering his chest, and his sweaty hair. He shakes his hair, “Me? Baby, you need to look at you. All fucked out just for me.” You take a quick glance and notice all the hickeys he gave before leaning in and kissing him. His hand finds its way in your hair as he holds you close against him. When you break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.
When he pulls out again, your mixed cum leaks out of you again. Making the two of you let out soft, tired laughs. You ask him, “So, what took you so long to leave?” He smirks, trailing kisses down your neck, “I wanted to see how long you’d last.” You lightly smack his shoulder, and he giggles, “You’re so easy to frustrate, babydoll.” He nips at a spot as you roll your eyes. You wait for him to pull back away from your neck before kissing him again. You stay like that for a few minutes, your lips moving together as he holds you close to him. When he pulls away, you pout, making him peck you on the lips before he gets up from the bed, “Come on, let’s go take a bath.” You cross your arms over your bare chest, “I’ll put in your favorite bath bomb~” You shake your head, “Oh? Is that not enough?” You shake your head, and he hums, “I’ll get those cute rubber duckies that you like out~” You hum at that but still shake your head, “Hmm… Would me massaging your scalp make you happy?” You try to hide your grin at that thought, and he pokes your cheek, “Will that make up for making you wait?” You can’t help but giggle when he pokes you, but shake your head ‘no’ again. He hums, “Would making you cum again underneath the soapy bubbles, make up for it?” You grin, nodding happily, and he rolls his eyes with a smile playing on his lips, “Your wish is my command, my precious little brat.” He pulls you up to the edge of the bed before kissing your forehead as you giggle. He pulls you to stand and kisses you when you’re standing in front of him before you both head into the bathroom.
oh! btw, I also updated my intro because now I will be also writing for the boyz !! if anyone here likes them or are starting to get into them or at least one member, feel free to drop your requests or just your thoughts about them < 33
Hiii guysss < 33 sooo, I just have 6 requests left to work with and I will get to it ASAP so expect me around a little bit more : ' ) alsooo, I think I already mentioned this but I'm a sucker for vampires and I decided to make a small space for fics/ one shots/ thoughts/ imagines/ AUs, whatever and everything, specially for some things about vampires or just mythical creatures/ fantasy in general. I am going to start with something I thought about Changmin (Q) and Juyeon from The Boyz since I got obsessed with the group (again) and those two are my top biases. I will also include BND, ENHYPEN and RIIZE there so lmk if you want something related to those themes and I would be glad to do it !! (requests are always open for anything and everything!)
Also, a little poll because I can't decide !!
childhood friend Taesan who came back and got +18 with you
fuckboy Leehan who's a bitch that needs to get taught a +18 lesson
boxer sungho who needs to let a little bit of stress out and you help w that +18
Hi pretty people!! I am backkkkkk! I just got time from work and I got my new pc (finally) so I will be posting more often again < 33 this also means that (as always) requests are opennnn. You can send whatever you'd like to see here, it could be boynextdoor, enhypen or riize, I'm slowly getting into the boyz as well so if anything, that's a possibility too ; ) I will finish up the ones I have and then keep going, love u, pretties < 3
i cant stop thinking about vamp leehan and taesan not being able to stop drinking your blood and biting you everywhere...
alright so I think I've said this many times but the way I absolutely LOVE vampires is kinda obsessive so unfortunately I'm going to have to elaborate this because Leehan and Taesan are my two biases in BND and yeah, well.
but like, imagine you being Taesan's or Leehan's girlfriend, both of them being vampires, calling you up one night and you already knew something was up by the way they rushed you to get to their place, waiting for you with the lights out and completely in silence.
you can't lie and say that you didn't feel chills when they fast paced to face you the second you opened their apartment door with your spare key. I see it going down two ways, two different behaviors I think each boy would have so let's break them down separately.
Leehan;
I feel like Leehan would be a little bit more desperate, being fast to cup your face and smile at you with his fangs in full display, making chills run down your spine, because don't get me wrong, you were not precisely afraid of him but he was still a creature that had power over you. Extremely strong and skilled, putting you against the wall to sniff your neck with a low groan, smiling against your skin when he said "I missed your scent so much, thank you for coming"
and honestly all you could do was nod and hold his arms to feel him closer, waiting for what he wanted to do tonight but you damn knew he was hungry with the way his body was projecting that unusual heat, contrary to his usual cold aura and skin.
"baby, is everything okay?" you mumbled, getting a nod from him and jolting a bit surprised when he grazed the skin of your neck with his fangs "hungry much?" you laughed but soon enough had to keep your composure when he just straight up bite you, hard, a single bite that got instant access to your jugular.
you didn't even say anything because, honestly, you liked it when he did this, you felt wanted and the pain that it caused you made you a little bit hot so you just left him, resting your back on the wall and giving him more access to your neck, smiling a little bit when you heard him moan against your already drenched in blood skin.
but the problem was that he kept going even when you felt like passing out, your head spinning, your limbs barely keeping you up and your eyes threatening to close in any second.
"hannie" you called him in a whisper, your hands barely pushing him due to the lack of strength your body held right now "baby, please, enough"
surprisingly enough he didn't stop immediately, instead he held your head and got a fist of your hair to keep you in place while he kept sucking almost until the last drop of blood left your body, retracting his fangs and licking to clean your neck.
by now you were barely awake, almost passed out on his arms when he took you to the couch of his living room and made you lay there, kissing the top of your head with a small "sorry, baby, rest" that ultimately lead to you falling asleep.
Taesan;
I feel like opposite to Leehan, he would be a little bit more aggressive, barely giving you time to even say 'hi' when he already had you on his lap, sitting on his couch when he forced himself onto your neck, sinking his teeth in a second and immediately starting to suck your blood.
he had a weird obsession with your blood so you were not 'scared' of him but you also knew he lacked self control when it came to you and your 'sweet' blood, as he liked to describe it.
so you, indeed, were nervous when he didn't even ask for permission as usual, trying to push him away to ask him if everything was okay and only getting your ribs squeezed when he held you with more strength with one arm, the other one holding your head to keep it aside.
your legs where on each side of his thighs and you could feel him getting harder below your clothed heat, instinctively moving your hips against him and getting a moan that only made him suck into your neck harder.
"Taesan, that's enough" but we both know he wouldn't listen, not right now when all he could think of was the taste of your blood and the way you kept moving in top of him. like you wanted him to continue, and yes, you did want him to keep going but your body wasn't strong enough to take what he was giving you.
so when he finally stopped, you left out a weak moan, almost falling when he hugged you and gave you a soft kiss, you feeling the metallic flavor of your own blood in your tongue and you just could smile when he looked deep in your eyes and said the following words.
"I love you so much, y/n, you and your stupid blood have me on a leash" he smiled and the proceeded to say "unfortunately, I might loose your blood before I loose you so I hope you're ready for an eternity with me loving you everyday"
Pookie you got me wanting to fuck drug dealer Sunghojehfks
No because the way I would DEMOLISH him, oh god. Drug dealer Sungho is so good, so dedicated and so… omg idek anymore but same !!! Pookie, you’re a real one for this, damn right 🙂↕️💜
hiii Haein I love ur writings for boynextdoor sooo much ur literally my favourite writer for bnd ever u write for them so accurately and reading ur works had made me realize I had kinks I didn’t know I had just wanted to let u know that u are appreciated and to keep up the good work !! 💗💗
hi hi!! Thank you sooo much, I really appreciate the kind words and you taking the time to write this for me really makes my little heart feel pretty 🥹💜💜 I try to write as accurately as possible but sometimes I get caught in the fantasy of adding a bit more so yes, thank you again 🫶🫶🫶
Sungho: You bought a taco?
Taesan: Yea.
Sungho: From the same truck that hit Jaehyun?!
Taesan, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help him.
I just read the boynextdoor red flags and I am literally feral !! If you want can u make a part 2 or further explain the red flags of each member? Thank you!!🩵
omgggg yesssss.
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Baby, I’m so toxic (pt2)
pairing: bnd x reader.
warnings: +18 for the legal line members, toxic behavior, mentions of arguments and mean behavior.
summary: bnd as toxic traits I think they’ll have on a relationship, pt2 a little bit more detailed 🙂↕️
note: I’ll make Leehan and Woonhak’s on a separate part !!
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sungho; control freak. it would get to a point where he was more into your own business than his, “why did you talk to them? I told you I don’t like them. Stop it while I’m still being nice”, he would tell you what to wear and rip your clothes off if you didn’t do it his way. Your parents told you since the time he went to meet them and got into an argument with you because your old bedroom looks like a mess and like a “slut” lived there. yes, he was definitely out of place but he was also soooo sweet when he wanted to that you just bypassed all the shit he put you through w his controlling ass.
riwoo; insecurities. “you can’t have so many male friends or go out so much with your girl friends, I feel left out and alone, don’t you love me or worry about me anymore?” It was nonsense, you only had three male friends since you were 6 and went out like once or twice a month with your friends to get your NAILS DONE. You would try to explain it to him but the moment he pouted was the end of the discussion. You couldn’t win and you knew that.
jaehyun; too friendly. The day you found him kissing his “best friend” in your own house was the day you decided it was enough, you had endured enough of his behavior and you were satisfied with the fact that YOU tried to make it work. but even after you saw him and he saw you while he was kissing her, he just laughed and let the girl go, her passing by your side while she smiled and jaehyun just said “i had to keep myself busy while waiting for you, baby, took you long enough” and I don’t even know how you forgave him AGAIN, just so he could cheat on you AGAIN.
taesan; nonchalant. “we’re done” was the first and last thing he heard from you, finally paying attention when you started picking up your stuff to leave after being talking to the wall for the past hour. “hey, don’t leave like this” but you couldn’t fall for it, not again, you got sick, failed a test and went MIA for about 2 days before he saw you in college again and just hit you with a “hi”. he didn’t care about you or your relationship and you were done. but when he hugged you from behind before you opened the door and hid his face in your neck, you trembled, his voice being so low yet penetrating your ears so loudly “please, i’ll do better, baby, don’t leave me” and honestly, you stayed, but don’t even ask why, cause nobody knows why you would put up with this shitty relationship anyways.
warnings: none, mentions of arguments, kissing in some parts, mentions of the members real names.
summary: how would bnd react to “we have to talk”
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sungho; unless he knows he did something to make you feel sad or mad, he would be chill, leaving his coat in the hanger and walking to you with a little bit of confusion since you said this as soon as he went in the house after coming back from work. “sure, what is it about?” he would ask in the sweetest and softest voice, his eyes showing the way he worried about you. and you just couldn’t do that to him, so you finally came clean and explained it was only a joke to see his reaction, sungho would laugh and kiss your forehead, assuring you that the whole “we need to talk” situation didn’t scare him since couples need to communicate in order to last :’) best boyfie award winner right here.
riwoo; “we need to talk” chills ran through his body before he unglued his eyes from the tv screen and directed them to you, his orbs got glossy really quick and his voice trembled when he asked “is everything okay, baby?” it was late, at least 1 or 2 in the morning and there was riwoo binge watching the series you told him not to loose sleep for. yeah, in sanghyeok’s mind you guys were done. but you just laughed at his scared frame, making him gulp before looking confused as you just kept laughing, explaining how it was only a joke and that you didn’t mind him watching his serie anytime, he was going to be the one tired after all. he would be soooo relieved, because he couldn’t even think of loosing you.
jaehyun; he didn’t even registered it the first time, his mind taking its time to process everything and create a thousand scenarios where he did something and you left him for it. so when you snapped your fingers in front of his face, he just held you in his arms, kissing your lips right away, so soft and yet so passionate and rough, only him could kiss you like that. he would back you up to the wall when you didn’t push him away and kiss you a little longer before letting your lips go for a second, panting against them before looking for your eyes and saying “i don’t recall doing anything wrong but if i did, i’m sorry, baby. can you tell me what it was? i promise i’ll fix it” but when you said it was just a joke, he just got a little mad, because why would you put his heart through such a harsh time.
taesan; “we need to talk” he was sitting on his bed when you said this, noticing how woonhak left the room right after you talked and taesan directed his eyes to you, still cleaning that vinyl disc “about what, noona?” you closed the door behind you and then crossed your arms in front of your chest, dongmin confusingly looking at you before putting his disc back in place and finally standing up “is there something bothering you, love?” his hands held your arms to uncross them and pull you in for a small peck in your lips, “what did you wanna talk about? did they do anything to upset you?” , “w-what? no, the members are just fine” , “are you sure?” and you could tell that even though he was showing you that nonchalant attitude he was really worried, he would NEVER think wrongly about his members, which is why you couldn’t hold it and laughed, explaining it was just a joke before he rolled his eyes at you and put you on laundry duty with sungho as a “punishment” for making him worry.
leehan; “what do you think i did now?” and that alone would make you feel soooo offended, your eyes and mouth opening at the same time and before you could even say anything to defend yourself he kept going “I haven’t even been out lately, you have my phone most of the day because for some reason you don’t want to subscribe to youtube premium on yours, i made you breakfast, i took the garbage out, i did the dishes and took a bath after cleaning the living room and folding the clean clothes. I don’t know what I missed or what you think I did but I-“ you had to stop him before he kept ranting “it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, it was just a joke” he arched his eyebrow at you as you added “but I didn’t know you did all that” leehan laughed this time and pull you over to sit on his lap in the couch “i did, between yesterday and today” and you couldn’t hold it just laughed while he kissed you, he was also a really good boyfie even when he liked to argue back.
woonhak; oh god please don’t do this to him omfg, he is nervous, screaming, trembling, tongue tied, shaking and paralyzed at the same time, he doesn’t know what he did, he doesn’t really think he did anything but you are his noona, his first girlfriend, you know better. so he could just sit there and look at you with his big eyes, sobbing every once in a while, waiting for you to talk and stop walking around in front of him. so when your eyes met he crumbled, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i don’t know what i did yet but i will fix it, it won’t happen again. i love you so much, y/n. please forgive me” and the way his voice sounded broke your heart, immediately leaving the joke behind when you held his face and softly kissed his lips, assuring him that he didn’t do anything wrong and apologizing for the joke that took the wrong turn.
genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, dubcon, oral (m receiving), male face sitting, face fucking, unprotected sex, blackmail, choking, hitting, virgin!reader
summary ↠ ever since forever, you have always gotten your way with people by whatever means necessary. a wink and a smile is all it takes to make a boy drop to your feet and worship you. no one told you to think that jake sim would be any different. as it turns out, actions do have consequences.
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a/n ↠ jeno version of this fic posted on my nct blog revehae. yea, mine. i am her she is me. feedback is appreciated!
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▸ short, sweet, sometimes sticky
it was supposed to be like everybody else.
short, sweet, maybe sticky if you considered that one time you’d shaken that sunoo boy’s sweat-coated hands and watched the pale of his face burn the same fierce rose as the lens he saw you through.
you’d laughed lightheartedly to spare him the embarrassment, telling him that everybody got a little sweaty every now and then, especially you. after all, cheerleading was more than skipping around and twirling. and at those words, you’d watched his eyes haze with the image of you damp with sweat, drenched head to toe.
hook, line, and sinker.
far too easy, exactly how you liked them. smart, easy, and utterly unable to resist you.
no one told you to expect something different from jake sim. and why would you? he knew all the right answers, had some of the best marks, and practically lived in the library. he perfectly fit the bill of your standard victim.
which was why you had no qualms about approaching him in the library while he was typing away at his laptop, occasionally sipping from some kind of coffee.
as if he could sense he was in imminent danger and needed to evacuate immediately, jake turned around before you could even make it completely to the table and saw you advancing on him with a pretty, practiced smile. “hi,” you greeted, waving at him. falling, your hands gripped the rear of the chair beside him. “is someone sitting here?”
jake raised a brow at you, but shook his head. “no, no one’s sitting there.”
“perfect,” you replied, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. you turned so that you were facing him. “jake, right?”
jake nodded slowly, wondering where this was going. he got plenty girls, sure, but none ever approached him in the library. “that’s me,” he said, curious. “do i know you?”
“well, probably not,” you replied, giggling as if something was funny. “but, you know… i’m a cheerleader.”
jake hummed. “are you now?”
you bobbed your head expectantly. “yeah, and i’ve heard about how smart you are. i’m impressed, to be honest. i mean, every time i’m in the library, i see you sitting here. i could never spend so much time here. you must have a lot of resolve to do something like that.”
“you think so?” jake asked, pretending to be flattered just to see where you were leading him.
“i do. like, really do,” you replied, brushing your fingers against his forearm. “i just have so many other,” better, “things to do, you know. with cheer, i’m either practicing or resting so that i’ll have energy for practice. it’s really hard on me, you know?”
jake stifled a chuckle and glanced back at his laptop screen. “you poor thing.”
your brows stitched. he wasn’t paying nearly enough attention to you. it was almost like he was uninterested. “and that’s why i was wondering if you could help me. i mean, you’re such a genius. you could probably do it in half the time it would take me,” you continued, lowering your hand onto his denim-clad thigh, and becoming surprised by how sturdy it felt.
jake spared a fleeting glance at your hand on his left thigh before his eyes flitted to your face, watching you wink at him and throw him a smile. “let me get this straight,” he started, slowly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as it sat on his thigh. “you want me to… do your work for you?”
“hey, your hard work wouldn’t go unrewarded,” you insisted, ignoring the unexpected motions of his thumb. “you’d have my attention. i mean, like i said, i don’t have a lot of time to give away. but i’m willing to spend some of it on you.”
jake snickered, unable to help himself anymore. “are you this patronizing to everyone you meet?” he asked.
your eyes flickered. “p-patronizing?”
jake smiled, patting your hand before setting it on your own thigh. “sorry, was that a big word for you? you know, when you think you’re too good for something, but you don’t want to say it, so you play sweet and act like you’re helping me, when really, it’s the other way around.”
switching on a dime, you narrowed your eyes at him. for such a pretty boy, he had quite the attitude. “i know what patronizing means. and right now, i think you’re the one being patronizing.”
“am i?” jake asked, feigning obliviousness. “how’s it taste, cheerleader? doesn’t feel good, does it?”
your face was set in a scowl. sometimes it hurt you to play nice with people, and now was one of those times. “are you gonna help me or not?” you snapped.
“there it is,” jake sang, chuckling to himself. he put his hand on your thigh now, squeezing the flesh gently. for now. “there’s the real you.”
you swallowed, glaring over at him with a hint of defiance despite the disgusting, foreign feeling rotting in your chest. it had never gone like this before. every situation predating this one had been somewhat predictable, to the point where you’d come to expect certain reactions. this was not that.
“i’ll help you,” jake said after a pause.
you forced a smile. “great, so…”
jake interjected, “on one condition.”
smile faltering, you trailed off, processing his words. now he was making some kind of deal with you? who in the hell did this man think he was?
“on one condition?” you echoed, as if you’d somehow misheard him. your brows scrunched in suspicion. “what condition?”
jake grinned, the look on his face sly as hell and a stark contrast from the disgruntled glower on yours. “give me something in return,” was all he said, the tightening hold on your thigh giving away more than his words had.
you gawked, as if you were offended, and quickly swat at his hand. “i’m not having sex with you, you pervert!”
“sure, you’re not,” jake answered with a chuckle, eyes twinkling with amusement. everything about you was alluring to him for mostly all the reasons unintended. “but you said i’d have your attention. i guess you think it’s not often a poor, busy nerd like myself gets anyone’s attention, yeah? but nerds get tired too, don’t they? they need to de-stress…”
“that’s not my problem,” you spat.
“you getting an F isn’t my problem, either,” jake retorted, shrugging his shoulders. “so what it’s gonna be, cheerleader?”
something about this situation isn’t right to you. maybe it’s the lack of power you currently wielded over him, despite the fact that you had gotten used to having your way with academically competent boys like himself. if he weren’t taller than you and stronger than you, you’d resort to other, more familiar methods.
but jake had changed the entire trajectory of this interaction for the worse, and now you had to determine whether or not it was beneath you to let him treat you as if you were some kind of object. you sulkily mulled it over, arms folded, trying to think of a way to maintain some semblance of power. “fine,” you finally replied, relenting. “but i’m not doing anything that requires me taking my clothes off.”
“you never seen a good porno, cheerleader?” jake asked, a stupid, taunting smile blemishing his lips. “that cute little uniform of yours is the whole appeal to some people.”
“my name is…,” you huffed irritably, tired of being referred to by your title.
“frankly, cheerleader, i don’t care what your name is,” jake told you with brutal honesty. “you’re the one that introduced yourself as a cheerleader, like that’s your whole personality or something. thinking it would make me fold. you can’t be stupid and demanding.”
you gaped, affronted by the sheer audacity of him to even utter those words to you, like you were some dumb bimbo. “i’m not stupid! i’m just too busy.”
“right. too busy,” jake echoed, obviously none too convinced. “sorry for assuming.”
with a roll of your eyes, you stood up from the table chair, feeling utterly disrespected. “yeah, you should be,” you said, despite knowing his apology was completely inauthentic. “where’s your phone?”
jake arched a brow and glanced over to his phone, sitting face down against the table on the other side of him. before he could even respond, you reached over him to grab it and pointed it at his face, unlocking it as if you’d done it a million times before.
then, you started typing away, all the while jake watched you with an amused expression on his face. he had to admit, you were surely something. and though he found you entertaining, he couldn’t shake the thought that you desperately needed someone to put you in your place.
“reach me here,” you said after a moment, handing him his phone back. the screen was on his messages, a fresh contact with you. “pleasure doing business with you.”
with that, you walked away.
jake shook his head, scoffing. who the hell did you think you were?
over the next few days or so, you met with jake to better construct exactly what your expectations were pertaining to your work. or at least, those were the words he’d used. most of those limited encounters had ended with his hands sealing around your breasts.
you let it slide, deciding that a little over-the-clothes stuff was relatively harmless. after all, this was the busiest you’d been all year long, and you were far too exhausted when you got home to be burdened with stupid assignments and pesky discussion posts. the next two months, if not the next two weeks, were going to kill you if you didn’t have someone to carry at least half the workload on your behalf.
it was okay. jake’s inability to keep his hands to himself was fine. it wasn’t like anybody was going to know, or that this arrangement would last long enough for them to find out. you would get to keep your dignity and your grades, without saving one at the expense of the other.
short, sweet, and sticky, remember? maybe the latter was simply manifesting in the way jake’s hands were stuck to you. not that anything about him was sweet.
more like sacrifice.
▸ gilded age
“guess who just made the list of this week’s top ten trending sluts,” jennie said as she walked up beside you and roseanne.
roseanne perked up that, though she couldn’t help but mischievously quip, “you?”
jennie narrowed her eyes. “hoe, as if,” she spat. “i know how to keep my legs closed.”
you snickered. “god, what happened now?”
“a sex tape got leaked. hyeri, and apparently sunghoon.”
your nose scrunched, as if disgusted. “always knew she was a slut. i mean, you should have been there to see the way she acted around the jocks in high school. her eyes were practically screaming, ‘pick me, choose me, fuck me,’” you mocked.
roseanne burst into giggles, downing the rest of what was left in her red cup. “i don’t think that’s how that goes,” she chimed. “but sunghoon? is she crazy? i hope they didn’t do it raw. i heard rumors that he’s got the clap.”
“he sure clapped something, alright,” jennie retorted, much to your amusement. “it was definitely raw. hope it was worth the itch. you guys wanna see?”
“absolutely not,” you said, shaking your head vigorously. “i bet her parents would love to see it, though. on second thought, send me it.”
roseanne gawked. “are you serious?”
you bobbed your head, grinning deviously. “yeah. you guys have no idea what that bitch was like in high school. i tried teaching her a lesson, but she just never learned. it’s like the bitch is addicted to pain or something.”
jennie shook her head, pretending to disapprove, though she was intrigued to see how far you would your obvious loathing. “just sent it.”
your phone vibrated in your hand a few seconds later. you opened your instagram burner account, scrolling through your main’s following to find hyeri’s mother’s page, and dropped the video in her inbox. your sly giggle alerted your friends to your success and you dropped your phone in your pocket, satisfied.
“oh, you’re sick,” jennie insulted playfully, nudging your arm. “i wonder if she’ll say anything.”
you shrugged your shoulders, feigning nonchalance as if you weren’t excited to see how her mother would respond. “don’t know, but i’m more curious about if she’ll talk to hyeri about it. i’d love to be a fly on the myung’s wall when that happens.”
roseanne tapped your shoulder. “hey, don’t look now, but that jake guy is staring you.”
your head whirled around, spotting jake in his own corner of the party, indeed watching your every move as if he wanted to consume you and was waiting for the perfect moment to attack. which, if he was, would not be surprising.
roseanne sighed in annoyance. “i literally just said don’t look now.”
you turned back to face them, shaking your head. “don’t worry about that creep,” you replied, brushing it off. “he’s just begging to get in my pants. didn’t even know he went to parties.”
for whatever reason, jennie laughed. something about what you said tickled her, apparently. “um, yeah. that’s jake for you, alright. he’s either partying with his friends or grinding in the library, no in between. perfectly balanced lifestyle, i have to admit it.”
your brows furrowed. that was news to you. and probably an important piece of information that you’d conveniently missed when narrowing down your targets. maybe you should have asked around about him more. you just didn’t think that someone who studied as hard as he did could also be the life of the party.
what was he doing here, anyway? shouldn’t he have been off doing your homework? useless fucking nerdy-not.
“do you guys know each other or something?” roseanne pressed, noticing the strange tension in the air despite the fact that you and jake were feet apart. which was honestly admirable. “do you think you could get him to put me on with jungwon?”
jennie’s laughter rang out again, only this time, it was much louder, and much more mocking. “please. jungwon isn’t gonna touch any of us after how she broke his heart. you’d have better luck with jaehyun,” she sneered.
roseanne glared, a snarl on her face. “fuck jaehyun.”
“yeah, i bet you want to. i bet you’re still dreaming of that big, thick, meaty dick you wouldn’t shut up about, like, two months ago.”
“a lot can change in two months.”
“oh, it sure can,” jennie replied, humming. “it sure can.”
▸ takes two to tango
jake: come over
you: no
jake: that wasn’t a request
you: no where in our agreement does it say you get to boss me around
jake: not even for an A?
you: that’s what your grabby hands are for
jake: i don’t have to do this, you know. i can let you be a grown up and fiend for yourself like the rest of us
you: i’m otw, chill. jesus
the knock of your fist against jake’s door was incessant, more than likely enough to exasperate his neighbors, given that it was particularly late at night and a good number of them had to have been sleeping.
jake threw the door open with a scowl, obviously irritated. “you are so fucking annoying,” he hissed, dragging you inside and shutting the door behind you.
“ow!” you cried out, snatching your arm away. “stop that, i’m sore.”
jake shook his head, his discontent frown disappearing in favor of an entertained, idiotic smile. “sore, huh? from doing what?”
you rolled your eyes. “if it isn’t obvious, i’m a cheerleader,” you reminded, gesturing down to your uniform. “meaning, i cheer.”
ignoring your snarky attitude, jake glanced you up in down, taking in the sight of you in that tight, short cheer uniform that clung to you rather snugly. sweat still beaded at your damp legs and likely gathered between your breasts and down your back, as jake was imagining. “yeah, you cheer. you won’t let me forget,” he said, amused.
“well, i’m busy,” you said, crossing your arms.
busy, my fucking ass, jake thought to himself. “yeah, you won’t let me forget that, either. and yet, i saw you giggling with your friends at a party two weeks ago, looking completely fine. your poor, exhausted legs seemed to be working perfectly.”
“what, so i can’t have hobbies now?”
“sure, you can,” jake replied, shrugging his shoulders. “i just have to ask, do you ever do anything productive with your time?”
“of course, i do,” you hissed, before quickly deflecting, “but we both know that’s not why you made me come all the way over here. so, what do you want?”
“your attention,” jake said without missing a beat. his hands plopped against your bare shoulders and began wandering down your arms, rubbing them back and forth. “i’m in desperate need of a cheerleader’s sweet, precious attention.”
the disgruntled grimace on your face was the most effort you made to express your discomfort, not that he was looking there anyway. to him, at the moment, the sight of your body was much more appetizing. you watched with a repugnant burn simmering in your gaze as his eyes met your long, slender legs.
without warning, jake grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you into the air, making you cry out in surprise. arms dangling around his neck, you held on for dear life, not an inch of your body feeling safe in his arms. you had been hauled further away from the ground by your cheermates, but this was different; no one wanted to fail, meaning no one would drop you. you had no reason to assume that jake would handle you delicately.
but his burly arms, however, were not lost on you. though you hadn’t yet seen them in full power, your interactions mostly taking form of him forcing your back flush against the chiseled muscle of his chest as he kneaded yours, you could only imagine what the hands that groped you were capable of.
in a matter of seconds, you landed on your back against his sheets, another shrill screech escaping your throat. “jake, what the hell?” you exclaimed.
“i’m not getting on my knees for you,” jake said, the slyest of smiles tugging at his lips. “not unless it’s to fuck you. and you’re just too good to give it up, aren’t you?”
for him, definitely. and you would have said so, but your lips parted in a gasp, surprised and startled. something wet pushed along your sore legs, which were abruptly yanked to pillars far above your head so that they’d be more conveniently within reach of jake’s tongue as he licked long, hot lines at them.
your eyes were rooted on him, fixed in a shape unlike their natural narrowed, black blaze and it would instead be more apt likening them to the fear and fret of a deer in crossed paths. wide, waiting, almost innocent. too used to circumstance to understand its fabric and too unfamiliar to chance to understand its fate.
unsatisfied, jake bent your knee and pushed your leg further as he stood over the edge of his bed, and, in turn, over you, a grip on your ankles that you could feel in your bones. “jake, that hurts,” you whined.
jake didn’t understand why you were bitching. “but you’re a cheerleader,” he echoed. “aren’t you flexible?”
you writhed uncomfortably as he continued shamelessly, tongue even daring to twist against the bone underneath the bend of your knee, a sensation that itched more than you expected. his lips sealed around your skin, sucking and nibbling.
needless to say, it was unlike anything you had experienced before. “stop, that’s weird!”
“stop complaining,” jake groaned, pushing your leg even harder. “it’s like all you ever do is complain about how hard your life is.”
your eyes stung now not only with loathing, but the threat of hot tears. it was stupid; it sounded dramatic, but you felt it was warranted when he was the one actively making your life harder. “you’re a fucking weirdo,” you snapped.
jake heard it. the slight tremble in your voice despite the courage you’d been feigning. that was the sole reason he even bothered to look up at your face, the tears in them stealing his attention away in a heartbeat. he didn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed, or maybe even both. “god, now you’re crying,” he pointed out. “i haven’t even done anything to you. do you need me to give you a reason to cry?”
you shook your head. all you needed was to go home and recharge. you were beginning to doubt whether or not he was worth the trouble he carried with him in exchange for a grade that would keep your parents off your back, especially if he was going to make pulling stunts like this a regular habit.
the last thing you expected jake to do was tug the bottom of your top past the shadow of your breasts, slackening the taut grip on your ankles in favor of your wrists as if he knew you would dare resist him, and burying his face between your chest. you exhaled shakily, mortified by the hot, wet feel of his tongue licking a stripe between your breasts, gathering leftover sweat on its tip.
and you did thrash. but you were getting a taste of that power now; a power that wasn’t your own, a power that you couldn’t reap. a power that grabbed you with its calloused fist with a might so strong you couldn’t move. and it was for the first time that you felt utterly weak. there had to be a word for something as unfathomable as that, but it was so foreign to you that you couldn’t think of it.
to make matters worse, jake was taking his time, sucking bruises onto the skin of your chest in between his licking, as if he wanted to ensure there was no spot left untouched, no drop of sweat left behind. your face strained with discomfort, wanting more than anything to get away from him and this awful feeling rotting inside of your heart.
maybe your cries for mercy were heard, because no sooner had you hoped for an end than it came. “you can go now,” jake said, pulling away. he pulled your shirt back down and smoothed out any wrinkles, which was almost kind of him.
even though you were more than eager to be rid of him, you lay there, dumbfounded. it was one thing to be violated, and it was another to be dismissed, but to happen in rapid succession of each other quickly bred some ugly emotion that was only festering.
jake had expected you to scurry out of his bed, and out of his apartment, so the fact that you were still there bemused him. “what, do you want more?” he teased.
you shook your head, sitting up a little too quickly. your head started to feel lightheaded. you barked, “that isn’t what i agreed to!”
jake had the audacity to laugh. like you had told a joke of some kind. “isn’t it? your clothes are still technically on. that was what you agreed to. remember?”
you dropped to your feet, pushing past him. “you’re disgusting,” was all you said, making a beeline for the door.
“takes two to tango, baby,” jake called after you, simpering.
you didn’t look back. you couldn’t. there was an unpleasant stir in your gut - not as easily distinguishable as the loathing - unlike anything you had ever felt and you desperately wanted it to go away, to rid of yourself of anything that even remotely resembled jake sim.
▸ chess, not checkers
deep, low grunts smacked against the walls and bounced back with almost the same amount of vigor of jake’s quick, unrelenting hips, the sound nearly as hard and heavy as he was. the only thing rivaling the tightness of the hole he was using was the wince of his closed eyes and the grip of his strong hands.
jake didn’t want to see. it would be too blatantly obvious that she wasn’t you, and that it wasn’t your blemished hips he was holding. though she sounded nothing like you. he knew that you would have been so much whinier, and despite finding them painfully obnoxious, he found himself longing to hear all your worthless, melodramatic complaints.
instead, he heard soft moans mingling with his own labored sounds as his hips moved with a mind of their own, imagining it was you underneath him where you truly belonged.
the image stained the back of his eyelids, burned behind them every time he closed his eyes; the shortness of your pleated skirt scrunched around your hips, weak legs on his broad shoulders with nicks and bruises scattered here and there, arms swinging aimlessly.
and if he got tired of hearing you, he could simply press his palm squarely against your mouth, muting the sound of your incessant fussing. if he really wanted to put you in your place, he could clasp his hands around your throat and clamp down onto your windpipe till all that escaped you was a pitiful, featherlight squeak.
jake could tell no one had ever properly put you in your place before, no one had ever stood up to you and reminded you of your level. you were in desperate need of a humbling and didn’t even know it yourself. no one better than jake for the role, he figured. a little cheerleader parading around in a uniform to feel different from everybody else she met didn’t scare him whatsoever.
the only thing saving you was essentially the fact that you were undeniably pretty and not necessarily to blame for the school’s superficial culture, which elevated girls like you in terms of status despite it having no real meaning or manifestations outside of campus, and put you on top when you were within the bubble.
but outside the bubble, away from the boys who thought of you as this beautiful, unattainable poison and the girls who enabled you with a faux sense of togetherness, you had no real identity, no real power, and no real worth.
and yet, maybe jake was contributing to the problem. maybe he had inadvertently become one of the people elevating you. because choking in the heat of the moment, he uttered your name, forgetting who he was with and where he was.
hands shoved at him, hard. at least, hard enough for him to be jolted out of his reverie, finally gazing into the eyes that seethed because of him. “did you just call me that evil witch’s name?” seoa barked.
jake winced. that was a fair reaction, all things considered. he wouldn’t have wanted to have been called your name out of everyone’s, either. he rubbed his nape. “well…”
“unbelievable,” seoa replied, scoffing. she got out of the bed and hurriedly began picking her clothes up from the floor, redressing herself.
jake exhaled a breath, mostly annoyed that his orgasm had been ruined, but still feeling a hint of sympathy. “seoa, wait,” he said, touching her shoulder.
seoa recoiled, pulling away. jake had never seen anyone be so ready to put on their pants after being with him, not even with a hell of a schedule after. “never touch me again,” she spat, walking out with her shoes in tow. “fuck you.”
jake ran a hand through his hair, watching her leave, and murmured under his breath, “god dammit.”
a few days later, while they were attending a festival, jay marched over to jake, draping an arm over his shoulder, and asked, “wanna tell me why seoa blocked all of us and she’s been glaring at me and mark since she got here?”
jake snickered, shaking his head in slight disbelief. he was over it by now, he figured she would be too. “i let a certain cheerleader’s name slip while i was balls deep inside her,” he confessed. which he wasn’t necessarily proud of, considering the only reason he even knew your name was because you’d saved your own contact on his phone.
jay’s brows furrowed, glancing around as if he was trying to spot you in the crowd like a heat-seeking missle. “who?”
rolling his eyes, jake grabbed the back of jay’s head with one hand and turned it in your general direction, hoping it would help. and jake knew it had when jay’s confusion melted into disgust.
“oh, that bitch?” he asked, nose wrinkled.
jake chuckled, releasing his friend’s head. “she’s a bitch, but she’s pretty.”
jay couldn’t argue with that fact even if he’d wanted to. “yeah, i’ll give her that. cute in the face. she’s fake as hell, though. played jungwon like a fiddle. he did six months worth of her homework because she promised they’d get together.”
that was news to jake. he knew you were cruel, having had stories from sunoo and the like, but he never knew of your history with jungwon. if it could be called that. “did they fuck?” he couldn’t help but ask.
jay shook his head, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand before he answered, “he said she always turned him down. told him she was waiting for ‘the perfect moment.’”
now that was funny as hell. jake had only known you for a few weeks and yet even he quickly pieced together that you weren’t the romantic type. “well, that’s fucked up,” he said, happily accepting yet another reason to dislike you. “but he’s dumb as fuck if he did her homework for six months without getting a crumb of pussy in return.”
jay made a face, nodding. “yeah,” he exhaled, giving the impression that he’d wanted to defend jungwon. “but man, what possessed you to say her name while fucking the seoa? i need a good excuse. you just blew my shot with her.”
jake shrugged. “don’t have one. she approached me maybe three weeks ago asking me to do her homework, and i agreed.”
jay gawked. that didn’t sound like jake. like at all. “man, what? is she paying you?”
“oh, dividends,” jake quipped.
“oh, and in what? pussy?”
“nope.”
jay looked horrified. he was so damn dramatic. “then, why the hell are you doing her bidding? that doesn’t sound like you.”
it didn’t, not immediately, but jake had his reasons. “entertainment purposes,” he replied curtly.
jay shook his head, taking another swig of his drink. certainly, he was drinking, not smoking. “you’re becoming her pawn for entertainment purposes? unbelievable, bro.”
“chess, not checkers, jay.” jake smirked, putting a hand on jay’s shoulder. “you’ll see.”
▸ things good guys do
“you’re lucky i was already out,” jake told you when you let him into your apartment. “it’s the middle of the night for fuck’s sake. what do you want?”
“oh, please,” you spat, damn near rolling your eyes. your arms were folded. “you get to call me over at the ungodly hour, but when i do it, it’s a problem?”
jake exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair, wondering why he bothered to come here when he had no obligation to do your bidding, as jay had put it. but something told him that he wouldn’t have any regrets. “yeah, it is. now, what do you want?”
you were silent for a few moments, somewhat ashamed of the request you would ultimately make. you sighed, surrendering. “i need help with calculus,” you finally said.
jake’s shoulders drooped, eyes shrinking in a contemptuous disbelief. “seriously?”
“seriously,” you repeated, sitting down on your couch as your laptop screen glared back at you from the coffee table.
jake groaned, “i seriously don’t know how you even got into this school. can’t you do anything by yourself?”
you gawked, affronted. he made you sound like some incompetent, immature dickhead. “contrary to a weirdly popular belief, i’m actually really smart,” you insisted, having the transcripts to prove it. “but my professor sucks and i need an eighty-nine on my final to keep my A. and it’s not like you can walk in and take it for me because it’s proctored.”
jake shook his head and reminded, “you know this little agreement we have doesn’t include me tutoring you, right?”
“it didn’t include you assaulting me, either,” you retorted.
“you think that was assault?” jake asked, scoffing. he dropped beside you on your couch, the proximity instinctively making you suck in a breath. “if i wasn’t a good guy, i’d show you assault.”
scooting over to ensure maximum distance between your bodies, you argued, “good guys don’t call themselves good guys.”
“good guys have self-control,” jake replied matter-of-factly, resisting a chuckle. he didn’t make a move to touch you, but he noticed how tense you looked now that he was sitting beside you. “i’ll tutor you, but we’ll have to up the terms of our agreement.”
you swallowed sharply, throat bobbing. you had a feeling you weren’t going to enjoy these new terms. “what do you want?”
“a blowjob.”
“that’s disgusting,” you spat without a second thought, features contorting with repugnance.
jake quipped, “and so is your inability to do your school work without using and depending on every intelligent boy you meet, but hey, i’m sure you can’t help that.”
you sighed, exasperated, and cradled your face in your hands. was this seriously what your life had come to? giving a boy a blowjob in exchange for a pretty transcript?
jake grinned, appreciating the sight of you in distress. it was a sign, a good sign, and he intended to bring it out of you more and more, bleeding you absolutely dry. lowering a hand onto your thigh, he urged, “come on, bruise those little knees for me. don’t you bruise ‘em for cheer?”
“that’s not the same!” you whined.
“of course, it’s not,” jake said, squeezing your thigh as his shoulders trembled with laughter. “cheer isn’t helping you graduate with flying colors.”
you desperately wanted him to be wrong, you were begging for him to be wrong, but you both knew that if he was, he wouldn’t have been here with you at the moment. not now, not three weeks ago, not ever. so you sucked it up, slamming down your laptop lid, and grumbled, “fine.”
maybe he didn’t come here for nothing, after all. grateful he’d trusted his gut, jake stood up and clutched your arm to pull you along with him. “come on, let’s go to your room. i like my blowjobs a little messy and i’m sure you don’t want to mess up your nice carpet.”
you snatched your arm away from him, hating his insistence on touching you for every little reason whenever he possibly could, even if it was insignificant. your mouth was taut as you begrudgingly headed for your bedroom.
it was obvious that you were sour. walking behind you, jake couldn’t help but chime, “glad to see that you can at least walk by yourself!”
you bristled in annoyance, wishing you could just get rid of him, but you knew it wouldn’t be wise to discard him so quickly. at least for now, he still held some kind of value.
jake walked in behind you, looking particularly radiant, and you hated that you knew why. hell, you hated the reason itself. “get on your knees,” he commanded.
normally, you would complain about him giving you orders as if you were his lap dog or something, but you just wanted to get this over with. you were already so over this entire week. you slowly dropped to your knees, trying to ignore how demeaning it felt.
“good girl,” jake praised at your compliance. “now, look up at me with those pretty eyes and ask me to help you with calc. ask me nicely.”
you met his eyes, noticing the expectant glimmer in his gaze that you so badly wanted to knock off. but you weren’t dumb enough to incite violence against a grown man that walked around with his bulging muscles on display for all the world to see, and you didn’t doubt that he would hit you back. “jake, please help me with calculus,” you pleaded, choosing your battles.
jake hummed, satisfied. “you sound so pretty and sweet when you ask nicely, instead of demanding things. didn’t know you were capable of that,” he told you, running his fingers through your hair. “take it out. get me hard.”
your hands moved to his sweatpants, tugging at them enough to bring them down just shy of his knees, and doing the same with his underwear. he wasn’t hard yet, but that would be an easy fix; witnessing your state of pure anguish, watching you speak and move as if you were totally dejected, always excited him.
not to mention that the sight of you on your knees for him, the more he took it in, was arousing him even more than he thought it would. he had pictured it in his mind before, you serving him, pleasuring him, existing solely for him, but nothing could compare to the sight he beheld now.
at least, nothing other than you actually doing something rather than sitting there like an idiot. he liked taking control, but he figured you would take matters into your own hands, literally, when he gave the order. “do you need me to tell you what to do or something?” he asked, huffing irritably. “put your tongue on it. tease the head.”
your face and ears burned in ways they rarely did, but you nodded wordlessly and did as told, bracing your hands on his thighs and reluctantly pressing your tongue onto his tip, looking anywhere but his eyes as the muscle swirled around.
that amused jake to no end. at least for now, he would let it slide, not feeling the need to maintain eye contact with you at the moment. if he needed to, he would simply just grab a nice, thick fistful of your hair and yank it back to jolt your head up at him. he could still see your pretty, bare face, hair arranged messily at the top of your head with a few needless strands jutting out here and there.
he liked that. of course, he would have been more than enthusiastic to have you suck him off if you’d been all dolled up, making you ruin your makeup and undo at least an hour of careful, clean work, but he also just took pleasure in seeing this natural, undone part of you. he wanted to see you for what you really were.
it didn’t take long for him to get hard. with all his thoughts revolving around you and the feel of your tongue on the head of his dick, that was a no-brainer. “good, now put it in your mouth. take as much as you can and not an inch less,” jake instructed.
widening your mouth, you accepted his stout, heavy cock into your mouth, lips forming a tight suction around the head and steadily advancing down his shaft. bit by bit, inch by nightmarishly thick inch. you had made it maybe halfway down his shaft when you quickly discovered your limit.
jake was surprisingly content, despite the fact that you definitely still had a few more inches to go. “there you go,” he said, giving your head a soft pat of approval. “suck. go slow. and don’t you dare let me feel any teeth.”
your heart was thumping out of something you could only understand as fear, even though jake hadn’t done anything to warrant it yet. inhaling through your nose, you tried to level your breathing, taking your time to draw in his cock lest you made a mistake. the hint of warning in jake’s voice, in spite of the calmness, was clear.
jake, on the other hand, was reaching elysian heights. faint grunts of, “fuck,” escaped his pink lips, large hands at his sides reflexively tensing into tightly clenched fists in need of something to grab, hips just barely stuttering. your mouth was hot and wet, with the added benefit of your torturous tongue pressed against his size.
there was a pinch of desperacy in your actions that overcame the resistance; a desperacy not necessarily to please him, but to appease him. accidents were the last thing you could afford and eliciting his frustration was the last thing you wanted.
“lick,” jake said, chest undulating. “up and down.”
with a hum, you started drawing long, wet lines back and forth on his veiny shaft, almost as if you were tracing the bold veins with your tongue. jake’s reaction was instantaneous, deep groans the only thing you could hear other than the wet sound of your mouth on his cock, sucking and licking.
jake’s eyes fluttered closed. “fuck. yeah, like that.”
you pressed your tongue against the underside of his dick, lingering in each spot for a moment before you continued, mostly because he seemed to like it when you did. which was your north star in an empty, dead night, because you had not a clue what the hell you were doing and you were afraid of making it obvious somehow.
if jake could tell, he didn’t make it known. he was in a world of his own, all too happily reaping the pleasure from your mouth as if it was a dream come true for him. “kiss my balls. lick it.”
you stifled the sigh you were half tempted to let loose, pulling off his cock with a wet sound and a string of saliva connecting from the sticky tip to your glossy lips. moving your head, you took a moment to steel yourself before peppering tiny, soft kisses along his balls, down to his scrotum.
it wasn’t the most dignifying thing you had ever done, it may have even been the least, but your aching, sore jaw appreciated the break from sucking. you dragged your tongue over his testicles, tasting nothing but rubbery flesh. you were too busy avoiding his eyes to notice, but his face was tensing with pleasure, lips parting in low murmurs.
compared to when you first started, jake was drastically harder now, massive, monstrous cock nearly bursting at the veins with precum leaking out from the thick tip. had your goal been to take all of him entirely, the sheer size of him would have immediately overwhelmed you.
“switch to your hand and go back to sucking me off,” jake said, firm yet quiet. it sounded like he was trying to restrain himself, barely holding it together.
at least you were a fast learner. teasing the head of his cock, you gave it a few slow, tentative licks before you began to take him into your mouth again, all the while gently fondling his balls with your fingers. jake groaned, arching into your touch. he couldn’t help himself.
you could taste the vicious amount of precum staining your tongue and you didn’t know how to describe it, other than slightly tart. the flavor blended with that of your own saliva, lingering on the roof of your mouth and the warm flesh underneath the flap of your tongue, mild as could be.
at least it wasn’t downright awful. you had heard stories before, not that you’d ever known what to make of them, or even pictured yourself being inside of them. if a month ago, someone had told you that you’d be on your knees for a man - for anyone - you would have said they were delusional.
jake’s patience had worn thin and when you least expected it, he hauled you into the air, making you cry out in surprise just as you had the first time he’d lifted you into his buff, meaty arms. he tossed you onto the bed, just shy of the headboard, and suddenly straddled your chest. you gasped out a breath.
“open up,” jake said, cock positioned right in front of your mouth.
not that he gave you the time to obey him, because he pressed himself against your slightly parted lips and forced them wider, entering your mouth on his own. your face strained, perfectly threaded brows tugging down into a discontented arch.
when you tried to pull away, jake grabbed the sides of your face and pushed you onto his shaft with trembling hands, making you take him and leaving no room for escape, not until he decided he was done with you. there was only one concern present in his mind and that was getting himself off.
tears stung your eyes, that same implacable feeling you had when he’d dragged his tongue over the expanse of your soft, shaved legs and bare, sweaty chest finding you again in the most of unwanted company. jake scoffed, spitefully tugging at your hair. “you know what’s funny? you’re such a fucking crybaby. you can’t take even half of what you give to others.”
chin flush against his scrotum and your nose not even an inch away from his bush, you almost gagged. the slurping sounds were humiliating, loud, wet squelching with every other big gulp making you want to shrink. however, jake loved it, obsessing over the idea of making a mess out of you. the sound went straight to his dick.
jake held your face in that low position, deeper than you’d ever taken him so far. “i’m really not that bad of a guy, you know,” jake said, sounding like he truly believed it. you could have scoffed, if not for obvious reasons. “you just bring it out of me. i’m really just treating you like how you treat everybody else.”
he made you sound like something straight out of hell and you couldn’t help but think it was an unfair justification for something that felt too close to punishment. he obviously thought he knew you better than he did and it made you aggravated. that, or he somehow thought he was better than you.
there was a fleeting second of relief when jake unmounted your chest and let you breathe, only to be crushed again when he dragged you by your wrists to the edge of your mattress, leaving you in the deep end. your eyes struggled to grasp with the flipped image of him nearing you, cock back down your throat before you could even blink.
though his hips thankfully had been moving at a calmer, steady pace before, despite forcing himself deeper than you could handle, he began to thrust more urgently into your mouth with the new change, embedding himself even further into your throat than you knew was possible.
you cried harder, hating every second of it. the salty, bitter tang of your tears mingled with the tainted taste of spit and sharp bite of precum that had come to stain your chin and cupid’s bow. the vigor of his movements was overwhelming, overpowering.
“that’s it, cheerleader. cry harder,” jake taunted, tracing his thumb over your face to swipe at the trail of tears. all the while his hips were moving faster, harder.
it felt like such a mockery, him doing that. a feigned act of sympathy while perpetuating the torment that was reducing you to tears as a selfish means of achieving pleasure of his own.
then, his hands wandered down to your breasts, slipping inside your night shirt and mauling your chest. running his hands in a circle, his thumb brushed the erect, colored nipples and he clasped his hands around your chest, squeezing your breasts. “fuck, i’m close,” he grunted, grip tightening, pace hastening, force increasing.
with how close he was, your nose was squarely against his the flesh of his balls, effectively cutting off your exhale. your heart thudded, racing and pounding. tensing with panic, your hands frantically moved, striking at his navel and thighs. even your legs were in alarm, unstill towards the other end of the bed.
jake groaned, smacking your cheek. another slap followed the sizzle, straight against your chest. “calm the fuck down,” he hissed, raising his arm in preparation to hit you again. “i’ll let you breathe as soon as i come, so you better not get in the way, if you know what’s good for you.”
even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stay calm. your body physically couldn’t handle it, responding the only way it knew how, trying to protect you. somebody had to. you closed your eyes, face warm with tears and panic, and you tried to brace your hands on the sheets, anything to comfort and stabilize yourself.
it got to a point where jake couldn’t hold back anymore and he climaxed with a prolonged, guttural groan, hips still brutally smacking into your mouth as he painted your tongue and the back of your throat with his cum. he went as far as to grab your head again, forcing himself onto you as deep as he could go, and demanding, “swallow it.”
like hell you would. you pushed him away, coughing and choking as soon as you did, drops of cum pooling from your mouth and some of it flying here and there in the midst of your coughing fit.
irritated, jake pressed his tongue against the roof his mouth. “you’re so fucking useless,” he groaned, grabbing his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and quickly turning on the camera. “look at you. sitting here choking on my cum. you want it again, don’t you?”
you sat up, nearly tumbling over the edge of your bed from the intense convulsing, and turned to face the other way as you hunched over, tightly clasping your sheets. “fuck off, you got what you wanted!” you rasped.
jake laughed. you sounded so gravelly. “you’re right. i did,” he replied, putting back on his pants and pocketing his phone. “so, tutoring. i’ll see you tomorrow. nighty night, cheerleader.”
he gave you a pat on the head and turned, heading straight for the door.
▸ hard feelings
something about today was different than usual.
when you woke up, you had felt a shift in the air, but you’d chalked it up to being nervous about the final you had in three hours.
but when you finally went to go take it, however, you quickly realized that the unsettling feeling you had was not simply pre-exam jitters. it was something much more sinister than that. with the status you held on campus, you were used to being watched and gawked at, but this was different.
it felt like everybody and their mother was looking at you.
you were confused. you had been the subject of this much attention before, but only once; it was a couple years back when someone had spread a dirty, foul rumor about you. there was a social media page for your school called top ten, mostly used to shame women for their sexual exploits, but some men made their way on it too. that was how you heard about sunghoon’s clap rumor.
long story short, a rumor about you had originated there and it had taken you weeks to clear your name. but by that time, there was already another slut of the week. you were lucky to have your situation not only be false and debunked, but word of mouth. only the most unlucky of people, like hyeri, got images or videos of themselves posted.
and you were a community favorite. you would understand if you were new, but you had built a reputation around here. why would anybody believe floating rumors about you now?
but the abundance of stares didn’t end there. even in the cafe, you had caught someone watching you a little too hard to be a casual leer of admiration. and you were determined to find out why.
fortunately, you were able to find jennie and roseanne walking and talking in the courtyard, and you called out their names to stop them.
jennie turned first, and you watched her smile drop in real time. she glanced around, frantic, as if she was worried about someone watching her too.
roseanne smiled thinly, halfheartedly lifting her hand to wave. “hey,” she greeted quietly, matching jennie’s nerves.
they knew something you didn’t and it was glaringly obvious. “what’s going on?” you asked. “everyone’s looking at me and i know i’m not going crazy yet.”
jennie and roseanne glanced between each other, as if they both had bad news but neither of them wanted to be the one to tell you. after a few seconds, jennie groaned and said, “you might want to check top ten.”
your brows furrowed. you, on top ten? again? god, people could be so infuriating. “ugh, what rumor did they spread about me this time?”
jennie winced, which only made you more anxious. “it’s not just a rumor,” she whispered. “…it’s a video.”
“video?” you echoed in disbelief. that didn’t make sense. you hadn’t been with anyone except… except jake. you tensed with anger.
roseanne opened her phone to show you the video that had been posted. it was an anonymous submission that claimed to be a recording of you. unfortunately, it was you, bits of your chest exposed from jake reaching into your shirt and drops of cum landing there as you fought for breath. your face wasn’t visible, but there were some other distinguishing signs, like your hair and skin and sheets.
your heart thudded and your shoulders went cold, but your eyes were scalding. you were well aware that jake didn’t like you, you didn’t exactly love him either, but you never thought he would stoop low enough to hurt you like this.
“i’m sorry,” roseanne apologized, dropping her phone in her purse when you were done. the video was only a few seconds long, but the damage was forever. “but don’t worry. it’s not like it’s top three worthy. everyone will move on next week.”
jennie nodded in agreement and briefly patted your back. “yeah. we’ll hang out again when this all blows over, i promise.”
then, they walked away. leaving you reeling with ache and betrayal. your friends didn’t want to be seen with you anymore. you were an embarrassment.
you swallowed the bitter feeling scorching up your throat and tapped your pockets for your phone, knowing there was one person you needed to see.
you: you and i need to talk. right now.
jake: about what?
you: don’t play dumb, i know you sent that video in!
jake: maybe u should have swallowed
you: you know what, i don’t need you. i never have. and i don’t want your help anymore. just leave me alone
jake: [one attachment]
jake: you sure about that? because i’m sure there’s plenty of people that would love to see the version with your face in it
you gawked, hiding your phone screen against your chest while glancing around to make sure no one could see.
adjusting your brightness, you unlocked your phone again and texted him back hurriedly.
you: why are you doing this?! i’ve never done anything to you
jake: this is bigger than just you and me
jake: now if you don’t want everyone to see that pretty face, come put those lips around me again and we can work something out
and that was how it started. though you hadn’t had the upper hand in weeks, this was the moment you completely lost it. what was once an arrangement for him to help you in exchange for your attention became a hole of misery that you couldn’t dig yourself out of.
one blowjob became two, and two became three until you started to immediately recognize what it meant when you saw his name appear on your screen, knowing what it was before he even asked. not that he ever technically asked. it was always a command, a claim to your body wherever and whenever he wanted.
if you tried to be strong, if you tried to break free of him, he always threatened to make sure that recordings of you on your knees for him went up for all the world to see and no one would ever think of you the same way again. he was more than willing to taint the pretty, perfect image of yourself that you presented to the world.
you felt stuck, trapped. isolated with nowhere to go, no way out. you tried to conjure up a way to escape this situation, but you couldn’t think of anything feasible. if you wanted to protect what was left of your social life and dignity, if you wanted to go outside without being ashamed, your only option was to be compliant.
no matter how many late nights and sore throats you had to go through.
you were in the middle of dozing off, your head leaning off to the side, when the sound of your phone ringing suddenly jolted you awake. you were tempted to ignore it until you saw the contact and begrudgingly pressed the phone to your ear. “hello?” you grumbled.
“i’ve been texting you,” jake said, sounding miffed.
you sighed, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. “it’s literally two in the morning,” you complained. “i just got home from cheer practice and i’m trying to study for my last final. i haven’t even showered yet.”
“aw, poor thing,” jake crooned, pretending to care. “come over.”
you heartless, selfish bastard, you snapped in your head. of course, you were in no place to say that out loud, so you settled for a calm, “okay,” and hung up.
stifling a yawn, you grabbed your keys and lazily stepped into a nearby pair of shoes, stretching your arms above your head before willing yourself to get up from your desk chair. then, you accidentally scraped your leg against the bottom drawer of your desk, which you’d accidentally left open.
“ow!” you cried out, bending down a little. “god, why does this world hate me? what did i do wrong?”
it was a wonder you managed to make it to jake’s apartment without getting into a wreck, although at this point, you wouldn’t care if you had as long as it killed you. or put you into an indefinite coma.
on the other hand, jake seemed strangely enthusiastic to see you and looked full of life and energy. “there you are, cheerleader,” he said, pulling you in to hug you from behind. he led you over to his couch, much like he always did.
you covered your mouth with your elbow as you yawned. “can we get this over with? i’m sleepy.”
jake chuckled. “i don’t want you to suck me off. not right now.”
your brows furrowed, wondering if you had heard him right. if not for that, then why were the hell were you here?
“i’m sad,” jake said, not even attempting to keep the smug smile off his face. “i need you to cheer me up.”
you blinked at him like he was stupid. “cheer… you up?”
jake nodded his head, glancing you over with a grin. you looked like hell. partly because you were so obviously exhausted, but he knew he’d been having an effect on you too. “yeah, cheer me up. you’re a cheerleader,” he reminded, sounding proud of himself. “i want you to do your routine for me.”
you gawked in disbelief and whined, “i’m not even in my uniform.”
“so?” jake asked. “those bones might be tired, but they still work. matter of fact, take everything off.”
you were quick to exclaim, “what the hell? jake, can i please just do it later? everything hurts.”
“take everything off,” jake repeated, his voice more stern this time. “and move your ass.”
defeated, you reluctantly began to peel off your clothes, ignoring the way jake shamelessly ogled you for the sake of your own comfort and tugging your shirt from above your head. you couldn’t even look at him as you abashedly stepped out of your shorts and panties.
what was even more mortifying was having to perform every stupid little routine for him with your entire body on display and your chest bouncing with every motion. putting on the sweet, forced smile and calling out the chants you’d memorized, all the while ignoring how your bones ached.
when you were done, he made you sit in his lap so he could touch you as he pleased, paying no mind to the way you squirmed uncomfortably.
you cried enough tears to occupy a sixth ocean the next day. you weren’t exactly sure why. you just remembered miraculously waking up in your bed, sitting up and staring into empty space, and the water crashing down after a few minutes. it took you even longer to notice you were sobbing.
after a couple of meaningless hours, you got the random urge to call your moan, yearning to hear her voice. “mommy?” you said when she picked up.
“she calls,” your mother chirped, pleasantly surprised. “hi, baby. i was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten about little ole’ me. you know, you never come see me anymore.”
you forced yourself to laugh, trying to strip your voice of the agony so that she wouldn’t notice. “i know. i’m sorry,” you apologized quietly. “i’ll come see you soon.”
“you better,” your mother snapped playfully, no real malice in her voice. “now, what’d you call me for? and don’t say just to check up on me, because that’s a damn lie.”
“i miss you,” you confessed.
“a lie don’t care who tell it.”
“ma,” you groaned, knowing she was just messing around. “i swear i do.”
“mm-hm,” your mother hummed. you could already picture her in your head, eyeing you with suspicion, arms folded over her chest. “let me guess why you really called. you’re having boy trouble.”
your eyes flickered in surprise. how did she know? you doubted it was exactly what she was thinking, but she was close enough. “yeah, something like that.”
there was no doubt that your mother sounded excited. you had always seem thoroughly uninterested in boys and dating, and while she was thankful when you were a teenager, it was a little worrying now. “it’s about time,” she said, clasping her hands together. “tell me all about it.”
you sighed, wondering how you could tell her about jake without making her fret. she had gotten all pumped, you didn’t want to tear her down and ruin everything. “well, there’s this guy i met almost two months ago. at first, i didn’t feel anything for him. he was just another boy, you know. someone i could keep around for a good time, not a long one.”
your mother hummed again. you could hear metal pans clacking against her counter and assumed she was cooking. she always did that.
taking a deep breath, you continued, “but everything changed. he’s different from every other guy i’ve dealt with. he doesn’t just do what i say because i say so. and as the weeks passed, he’s started listening to me less and less than he already was.”
your mother chuckled. “and you didn’t like that, huh? got your mother’s stubborn heart and indomitable spirit.”
in truth, you didn’t think you had half of your mother’s strength, but you would never tell her that. as far as she knew, everything was going perfectly in the life you’d created here on campus. and it probably was the last time you’d spoken to her. “yeah,” you replied, wishing that were true. “i don’t like it. he makes me feel something i’ve never felt before.”
“he makes you feel powerless,” your mother told you. “he’s got you feeling weak because he’s the first man you’ve ever met willing to stand up to you. trust me, i was surprised the first time too. that’s how you got here.”
“ma,” you groaned with a wince.
she laughed. the sound made you happy, something you hadn’t been so certain you were capable of feeling anymore. “i’m just keeping it real.”
you thought about her words. she may have been way off in her perception of what this relationship between you and jake really was, but she wasn’t wrong about how he made you feel. weak, powerless. suddenly, this consuming feeling you’d been having for weeks finally had a name, and yet that made it even harder to come to terms with.
because you didn’t want to be powerless. you wanted to be in charge, in control. you hated when things didn’t go your way, and more importantly, you hated when there was nothing you could do about it. it was supposed to be you wielding power over people’s head, not being crushed beneath the weight of tyranny.
and it was then you fully realized the scope of your feelings; you absolutely hated jake sim.
▸ cheerleader? breed her!
standing there in a skimpy dress, face done and your feet clamped in heels that made you four inches taller, you didn’t feel like yourself.
you thought that you would. in truth, you hadn’t feel like yourself in months. today marked a little over two months since you made the mistake of beginning that agreement with jake and you regretted it more than anything. he had completely ruined you, your life, and everything that made you feel whole.
there were pieces of yourself that you would never get back, thanks to him. it was true that everyone had forgotten about the ordeal regarding the recording of you, but not without cost. it was a price you were still paying everyday; even when you weren’t on your knees or otherwise commiting demeaning acts for the sake of jake’s entertainment, you were hurting and mourning yourself.
you were starting to wonder if it was worth it. obviously, you liked being respected amongst your fellow students, but you were no longer certain if their respect was worth the price of your sanity. it was hard for you to even have basic interactions without giving away how incredibly lonely and isolated you felt, how trapped and doomed you were. helpless and powerless.
jake came up behind you, startling you. he was like a wolf and you were a little lamb masquerading as a wolf. “there you are, baby,” he said, snaking his hands around your waist. he seemed to love doing that. “did you know our anniversary was a few days ago?”
you scoffed. the two-month anniversary of the worst decision of your life to date. there was nothing you would’ve give to undo it. doing your homework yourself would have spared you so much unnecessary pain. “stop doing that,” you whined, scanning the party. “someone will see.”
jake chuckled, clearly not giving a damn. “unlike someone, i don’t really care what people think about me.”
you wished you didn’t care. there would always be a part of you that cared, that was so afraid of what people could say about her that she would do anything to tailor her image perfectly. matter of fact, it was all you had cared about in high school, and every year after that was spent maintaining the brand.
jake’s hand went from your waist to your ass, making you tense in his grasp. “you know, i think i deserve some kind of compensation for putting up with you for two months.”
you deserved that too. freedom. being unshackled from his cruel, unrelenting orders was the one thing you wanted most and the one thing he refused to give you. “don’t you have your compensation almost every day?” you asked irritably.
“that’s not nearly enough,” jake insisted, squeezing your ass.
god, how greedy could someone be? it was like he wanted to bleed you dry until there was nothing left.
“you know what i want?” jake asked huskily, leaning into your ear. “i wanna fuck you.”
your eyes widened a little. you had hoped this day would never come, even though you weren’t oblivious to the fact that jake had steadily gotten bolder in his interactions with you, the things he made you do for his satisfaction becoming entirely more erotic.
grabbing your arm, jake started to lead you away. “come on, let’s go.”
you rooted in place, nearly stumbling. you didn’t want to go anywhere with him, especially if it meant putting up with his insatiable urges. “jake, i don’t want to,” you said, trying to push at him.
jake scoffed, wondering when you would realize that he didn’t care what you wanted and you had no way of winning. “if you want to make a scene in front of all these lovely people, be my guest,” he hissed in your ear.
panicked, you glanced around the crowd in search of someone that could save you. it was like everybody was looking at you until you actually needed them to.
then, you locked eyes with jungwon. matter of fact, it seemed like he’d been looking at you much before you’d even glanced in his general direction. he saw you, saw the way jake was holding you roughly, saw the obvious stiffness on your face, saw the pleading look in your eyes; but ultimately, jungwon saw the image of you letting him down after bleeding him dry for half a year, and he turned away.
your shoulders slumped in defeat.
jake started dragging you toward the stairs, pushing past a bunch of drunk people dancing on each other. your heart was thumping, and your whole body was rigid with nerves as you tried to think of a way out of this even though you knew there was no option without consequences.
just your luck, the bathroom jake hauled you too was empty. he pushed you in and locked the door, pressing you against the counter. you gasped and glanced at your reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing yourself. “jake, please,” you whispered, trying to plead with him. “please, don’t do this.”
jake didn’t seem moved by your begging, but he did, however, appear amused. “why are you acting so sensitive about this after all we’ve done together? it’s like you’ve never gotten fucked or something.”
you swallowed, not saying a word.
the silence was very loud, very telling. jake arched a brow, a realization dawning on him. “you really have never been fucked,” he said, surprised. “damn, i should have figured that out when you were acting like you never sucked dick before.”
your face flushed with heat. it wasn’t like you were necessarily embarrassed about it, not until now. you had always taken it as something to pride yourself on, being fuckable but untouchable. “you say that like it’s a bad thing,” you replied, glancing down at the sink to avoid eye contact.
jake chuckled. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he had been convinced that you were completely pretending to be a goody two-shoes. to know there was at least one percent of you that was still pure amazed him. he lifted the skirt of your dress with his hand and brought it between your legs, asking, “what, you just never find anyone worthy enough for your perfect, sacred pussy?”
you gasped out when he touched you there. his fingers circled your clothed cunt, thumb digging into your inner thigh. feeling scandalized, you grumbled, “maybe i’m just not interested.”
jake shook his head, astonished by the amount of attitude you still had after all these months and determined to break it out of you. “and maybe i just don’t care if you’re interested or not.”
it went without saying that jake always made you feel like some kind of object, but this was next level. “this is dehumanizing!” you exclaimed.
hearing you, of all people, talk about dehumanizing made for an interesting conversation. big, calloused hand pressing harder into you, he asked tauntingly, “doesn’t feel good, does it?”
your glossy, painted lips were parted, unable to breathe through your nose. your eyes burned with the threat of tears and it was becoming second nature for them to shed whenever jake was nearby. “i don’t understand,” you whimpered, trying to free yourself, but to no avail. “why are you doing this to me? what have i ever done to deserve this?”
jake could feel you struggling, trying to push him off you, but all it did was move your hips against his rapidly hardening cock. he groaned, grabbing hold of your ass and pushing you further back against him. “fuck, just like that,” he growled. “haven’t i told you this already? this is bigger than you and me.”
it wasn’t lost on you that jake obviously had heard stories about you from other people, stories of happenings you probably couldn’t deny, but it had nothing to do with him. “look, if you’re doing all this to get back at me because i hurt one of your friends or something, i’m sorry, i really am. but i can’t do this anymore, jake. i want to stop, please. please let me go on with my life.”
“what a privileged response,” jake hissed without concealing his vitriol. at the same time, he kept palming you over your panties, noticing them beginning to cling to your cunt, and tore your underwear to the side to insert a pair of fingers inside. “what about all those girls whose lives you ruined? i’m sure they wanted you to stop. and you didn’t until they were too humiliated to show their faces around here again and you had no choice.”
you swallowed the lump in your throat. he knew about the girls? “jake, i haven’t done that since freshman year,” you told him, desperately trying to reason with him.
two loud, harsh smacks echoed in the tiny, crowded space of the bathroom, followed by a gasp consequently. your pussy stung, your head jerking around to look at jake. “do you really think that matters?” he asked, grabbing your hair to turn you back around just as quickly, as if you didn’t deserve to look at him. “you think that matters when the pain you’ve done to them is permanent? they don’t forget. and they damn sure don’t forgive you.”
you tensed, hating the way your walls were gripping and gushing around his fingers. “so what? you think you’re god or something? is this you punishing me for my sins? you’re not exactly what i would call a saint, either.”
“me and you, we’re not the same,” jake remarked, a nip to his tone as if you needed the reminder of how much he disliked you. “you only pick on people that you think are below you somehow. people you think won’t fight back.”
“i know i’m not a good person,” you admitted in between gasps, thighs straining as his fingers pumped into your pussy harder, faster, reaching places you’d never touched on your own. “ i know i don’t deserve to be happy. maybe i don’t even deserve to be treated with respect, but please leave me this one thing. spare me just this once.”
jake laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out of your drenched hole and smearing your juices all over your folds and thighs. his finger unintentionally swiped over your sensitive clit, making your legs quiver and your stomach tighten, sucking in itself.
“damn, baby. you really know how to hurt my feelings,” jake said, voice dripping with sarcasm. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them into his mouth for a taste. “you don’t want me to fuck you that bad?”
your heart was spiking with dread, thumping belligerently in your chest, your ears, and between your legs. no one had ever made you feel so vanquished.
“take my dick out,” jake said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “hurry up.”
you sighed anguishedly, turning around to undo his pants and slip his aching dick out of its confinements. for months, jake had been suppressing the urge to fuck you, wanting to wait for the moment where it would be most pivotal.
getting a hold of your throat, jake roughly yanked you flush against him the second you whirled back around to face the tiny bathroom counter, making you stand tall against his chest. his voice was almost as rough as the hands that held you. “put it in.”
you gawked, shaking your head.
his fingers tightened dangerously around your windpipe, making your damp eyes widen and your jaw slack against his whitening knuckles, maybe half a wheeze making its way out your throat before he warned, “if i have to fucking tell you again, i’m gonna crush every bone in your goddamn neck.”
with no other option, you meekly reached behind you to grasp him in your quivering hand, aimlessly steering him to your hole and sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as the tip brushed past your dripping folds. jake released a shaky breath, slapping your hand away and rutting his hips into you from behind, sheathing himself inside in one go.
he slackened his unforgiving grip on your throat, shoving you back against the counter none too gently, but you still felt like you couldn’t breathe when he entered you, a mangled whimper echoing out. your fingers desperately braced the edges of the counter for purchase as you tried to will yourself to inhale, but it was like you were choking.
jake had a death grip on your thighs, forcibly pushing them apart a little more as he coated himself with the creamy, hot wetness of your unwanted arousal. “mm, hard to believe you don’t secretly want me when you’re sucking me in like this, baby,” he said, proud.
you shook your head in denial, face flushing with a heat that spread to your ears and neck. it didn’t help that there were beads of salty, hot tears pouring down your face and reducing your vision to one big, hazy blur. you didn’t want him, not even a little bit. but you couldn’t control the way your body was responding.
the lewd, wet smack of his cock thrusting deeply into your tight cunt rang out so loudly that you wanted nothing more than to hide into oblivion and never be seen again, mortified. it made things seem so much different than they were. his long, thick cock was stretching you beyond the cusp your limits and making you gape.
“i’m so nice to you,” jake said, tipping his head back. you could see his chest rising and falling through his clothes, his body taut with pleasure and excitement. “i’ve been holding back for so long, trying not to fuck you. won’t keep me out this pussy now. i’m gonna fuck you till your legs give out. have you at practice limping.”
your knees, wobbly as they already were, began knocking into the cabinets at the bottom of the sink. you winced your eyes closed as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter roughly enough to change the color around your knuckles, hoping to think of something, anything, to take you out of the moment.
but it was too hard. you couldn’t ignore the throb of your gushing walls as they kneaded his cock, making him grunt in your ear as he leaned over your backside. you couldn’t ignore the faint sting of his nails stabbing your hips and his heavy palm slapping repeatedly against your ass. and you definitely couldn’t ignore the dirtiness staining you from head to toe.
sure, it felt good, his body rocking against yours steadily, but it didn’t feel right. many nights you had pictured what losing your virginity would be like, both the way that it was supposed to look and the way that you were more inclined to, but this was neither; it was heartless, it was punishing, and it was brutal.
jake grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look into the mirror, yanking your head up. “there it is,” he spat, words sounding painfully familiar. “there’s the real you.”
your hair was messy from him tugging it every which way, treating you like a doll to mishandle. your makeup was ruined from your sobbing, the path of your tears harsh against everything else. your eyes were red and your right lash looked like it was barely holding on, the effect of rubbing at your face.
jake watched you take in the destroyed sight of yourself, practically hearing the critical thoughts hopping in your mind. “this is what you really are. this is what you’re sucking my dick to keep hidden from the world. is it worth it, baby? or do you just like the way i taste on your tongue?”
no, it wasn’t worth it. you were beginning to understand that now. he was taking too much from you, too much of your peace and too much of your sanity. maybe it would be better to be judged and lonely but free than to be loved by people whose opinion of you could change on a dime anyway at the expense of your soul.
your pride had been buried a long time ago, brutally murdered in her sleep. “jake, please stop. i’m uncomfortable,” you complained, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in shame.
jake smacked your ass again, making you cry out sharply. “you just love being the victim when it’s convenient for you, huh?”
“i’m sorry!” you whimpered. “i don’t know what you want me to do. what do you want? just tell me.”
jake snickered, running his hands over your hips and waist to knead the flesh. then, he brushed your hair out of your face, nibbling at the skin behind your ear before growling, “you know what i want, cheerleader? i want to assassinate all there is that you love about yourself and leave everything else untouched, so that you understand not why everybody hates you, but why nobody loves you.”
those words hit you straight in the gut. for the first time, you had no retort, no comeback.
hips beginning to move faster, jake continued, “the boys don’t love you, they just want to fuck you. they would kill to be as deep inside you as i am. the girls sure as hell don’t love you. they either want to be you, or they resent you for beating their asses. and don’t get me started on those girls you call friends.”
“jake, stop,” you whispered, an agony vicious enough to rip through flesh tearing you straight in half.
but jake didn’t listen. he wasn’t done, not until he made his point. “don’t think i didn’t notice how lonely you were for the whole week everybody was talking shit about you. they didn’t want to touch you with a six foot pole, did they? they don’t want to be seen with you unless it gives them a good rep.”
there was a pang in your chest. you didn’t want to admit it, but that cut deep. you had heard people say mean things about you before, it was to expected when you were an emblem of popularity on campus, but few things had reached you where it hurt.
jake stroked your messy cheek, almost with affection. “but it’s okay. because you want to know something, baby? it was hard for me to admit it to myself, but you truly fascinate me. i can’t get you out of my head sometimes. you piss me off every time without fail, but i keep coming back to you. i like you, baby. if no one else does. you grew on me.”
you weren’t sure if that was supposed to make you feel better, but it didn’t. if anything, you only felt more heartbroken and wounded not only by his words, but by your inability to counter them. it truly dawned on you, right then, just how alone you were.
jake threw his head back, grunting. his hips were moving with a mind of their own, eager to finish. “fuck, i’m gonna come.”
your eyes went wide in panic, remembering that he had gone in bareback.
“jake, don’t…”
before you could even finish your statement, jake clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests into his pale palm. “you know what guys at my school used to say about cheerleaders?” he asked, obviously not expecting a response. “‘see a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader.’ ‘cheerleader? breed her.’”
you thrashed, but it was pointless. those thick, burly biceps of jake’s were one of the first things you noticed about him and they weren’t just for display. he held you in place as he quickened his pace again, his thrusts unrelenting.
with a couple more quick yet shockingly rhythmic thrusts, jake emptied his load deep, deep inside you. he moaned, moving his hands from your mouth to your hips to keep himself steady as he reeled from the pleasure of a mind-numbing orgasm. “goddamn,” he cursed, panting for breath.
you stifled a small noise as you felt his warmth flooding into you, unsure how to feel at this point.
to your surprise, jake started fucking you again, never once daring to pull out as if he was determined to fuck every drop of his sticky cum as deep inside you as it could reach. his stringy, thick load gathered on his dick and inside your pussy, leaking down your thighs as he kept going.
you gasped out, moans involuntarily leaving you as you were stuffed full of him over and over. you didn’t mean to, but it was impossible to control.
then, jake stuck a hand between your legs and rolled his thumb over your clit, which didn’t help. you cried out, tensing. “jake, stop! it’s sensitive.”
“that’s the point, dummy,” jake replied, stimulating your clit with his hand while simultaneously pumping himself into you from behind.
your core tightened, heat wafting over you as your chest heaved wildly. “what are you doing?” you stammered.
jake smiled, watching in the mirror how your face tensed with a blend of confusion and ecstasy that you couldn’t rein. “you really think i’m an asshole, huh? i’m trying to make you come. relax and let me.”
you shook your head. you didn’t want to come, not for him, and most definitely not on his cock for him to feel every unintentional shudder of your pussy as it gushed and pulsed with hot, sweet release; that would be embarrassing.
that made jake chuckle. “no? you don’t wanna come for me, baby?” he asked, furrowing his brows playfully as he tilted your face back up to the mirror with a push of your jaw. “come on, let go. you keep saying i’m not a good guy, but you shoot me down when i try to be nice.”
you moaned again, against your own reason and better judgment. “please,” you rasped with half a breath.
“please, what?” jake asked, rubbing you with just a pinch more force. “do you even know?”
god, you hated him; you absolutely despised him. but damn, if it didn’t feel good to have someone touch you after you’d spent so long avoiding sex like it was something to be ashamed of.
and this? this was definitely something you were ashamed of.
and yet the most shameful moment, perhaps, was when you finally couldn’t resist the pleasure of his big, long fingers twirling around your sensitive nub and his brutal hips smacking into you with a vengeance, clamping around him as you orgasmed with a loud cry and the heat shot through every corner of your body.
“shit,” jake hissed, the feel of you finishing around him draining the cum from his balls for a second time.
your jaw slacked, overwhelmed by how you felt completely and utterly stuffed, ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt. jake thrusted into you a little more, sending a flare through your back and shoulders, until he stilled for good. you could hear him panting behind you.
after a moment or two, jake pulled out. hand between your thighs, he gathered some of his stringy release on his finger and brought it up to your lips. “open up. don’t make me say it again.”
you opened your mouth wide enough for him to insert two of his cum-coated fingers inside. then, you sucked at them and swallowed it down, knowing those would be the next words to leave his mouth.
jake raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. he took his time to withdraw his fingers, enjoying the sensation of you licking them clean. “see, i knew you loved eating my cum.”
your face burned, but you didn’t have the energy to deny it. not after that. it felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest, a void that would never be filled.
“you’re learning,” jake commented, humming in satisfaction. “good girl. you know, maybe one day we can get along. don’t you think?”
“yeah,” you murmured weakly. at this point, you would just go along with whatever he said. and maybe that was why he figured you could experience some peace together now.
keeping your dress bunched up, jake grabbed some tissues from his left and started to wipe at you. “let’s get you cleaned up before we leave, cheerleader. don’t want the entire student body to see you like this, right?”
you whipped your head around, eyes widening in surprise. leaving to go where? certainly you weren’t going home with him after tonight.
“did you think i was kidding?” jake asked with a sly smile, slipping your panties backing in place and giving your shoulder a fleeting kiss. “i told you, i’m gonna fuck you till your legs give out.”
wow, this was quite the experience 🙂↕️ i just loved the whole plot and the dialogues 😭😭😭 it’s sooo well written omg. but like, read the tags if you’re going to read it since it might not be for everyone !! Regardless, kudos to the writer oh my 💖💖💖
summary: riled up dom!riwoo (or sort of) who couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole day and had to make sure you understood that.
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sooo I don’t really know if “riled up” is what I think it is and what I kinda saw on google when I looked it up bUT riled up dom!riwoo who can’t even take his eyes off you, let alone his hands, let alone his lips, the man is all over you, making you feel overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence, his voice, his body, even the way he smelled right now made you feel nervous.
he got home from work and didn’t say much when you were already opened up in the bed and taking all he had to give, crying about how big he felt and how rough he was only for him to softly laugh at you and rut into your core harsher, getting intoxicated by the feeling of being wrapped by your pussy, his primal instincts almost showing up when he held your neck and watched you from the top, only using enough pressure to make you look dazed and ruined.
riwoo could be very sweet and typically a softy even when it comes to sex with you, but there were days that he would just mess you up, being extremely stressed but soooo horny that all this boy could think about to get through his day was your pussy taking his cock and your lips parted chanting his name while your hair was a mess in the pillow and your hands were intertwined. yes, he loved you. but today he kinda payed more attention to your cunt than the dinner you made him.
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Idk if that’s kinda what you meant 👽anon but let me know if it’s alright or if you had something different in mind :’) 🫶🫶
