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quick update: i’m not coping

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THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON

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I’m so sorry if there’s any readers waiting on me, I’m actually very busy at the moment and writing takes me so long (I struggle so hard putting stuff on paper.)

please don’t wait up on me! I promise I’m still active and alive I’m just slow rn 💔 love you guys !

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୨⎯ thinking abt 250825 won..

…. thinking abt jw who only cares about his girlfriend getting off on his face

jw x fem!reader, cunnilingus/oral (f!receiving), fingering. pure porn 🫩

wc: 562

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His glasses fall down his nose bridge repeatedly, fogging up against your pussy. His nose keeps bumping against your clit as he holds your hips down.

He pushes his lenses up as he licks into you, tongue dragging against your folds.

You're a mess under him, gasps and cries spilling past your lips.

Your thighs close against his head, struggling to handle the pleasure after two orgasms. Jungwon doesn't care. He keeps you spread open.

He laps into your swollen pussy like a dog.

It's filthy, the mixture of spit and slick seeping into the sheets below you as you struggle against his grip.

He loves it, the way you whine and your hands reach out for him, longing for him. He lets go of your hips, fingers intertwining with yours.

Jungwon eats into you with such desperation you would have thought he was starving himself for this. He sucks harshly on your clit, earning a pained gasp from you.

"Won, I can't!" You beg, hand tightening against his. He hums against you, mouth never stopping.

"There's no fun in that." He murmurs in between your legs, pulling his glasses off and tossing them beside you.

"Just hold on a little bit longer." He brings a finger to your folds, circling around the edges as his tongue flicks against your clit.

You're going insane, hand gripping the sheets somehow hoping that would give him enough motivation to sympathize with you.

He presses his finger in and your eyes roll back. He was giving you so much but not enough at the same time.

"Hold on pretty." He whispers, pressing in a second finger. He teasingly kisses your thighs, fingers working you insane.

He pokes and prods, fingers rolling against you, lips never resting either. He works waves of pleasure out of you, your hips starting to lift off the mattress. 

He shuts you down quickly, hand splaying beneath your navel, pushing you flat down. You groan, brows knitting together in frustration.

He's teasing with his fingers, purposely grazing against your spots, tongue brushing your pussy. You're gasping and squirming against his hold. "Give me one more princess."  He smiles.

You can't take it anymore.

Your hands fly to his head, fingers tangling in his hair. You push his head into you, hips roughly grinding against his face.

He groans into you, hands pulling back and digging into the plush on your thighs. Your fingers tug on his scalp and he moans at your sudden desperation.

You messily ride his face, rushing to find the familiar feeling of relief. His face is ruined, dripping with the slick of your pleasure.

You're so sensitive against him, you can barely think. It's blurry, mind miles away and the only focus was finally letting go.

Your hips move franticly, the tip of his nose repeatedly bumping against you. The nerves in your body feel like they’re being pulled taut.

Jungwon lets out one last groan when you cum against his tongue, drinking up your release. Your stomach stutters, thighs squeezing shut against his skull.

He sighs against you, eyes glued to your heaving chest. “You did great baby.”

You opened your eyes, head lifting to look at him.

He was devastatingly hot, lips swollen and hair messy. His eyes so soft and low when he stared at you.

“One more?” He grinned, hands still wrapped around your thighs.

“You’re insufferable.” Your head falls back.

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lol definitely on smth writing this.

I’m too lazy to touch my long fics so here’s a random thought..sorry for anyone waiting I’ve been horrendously busy..

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Company Secrets- P.JS

Each night, your husband seems to come home later and later. He thinks that the lipstick smudges or the lingering scent of a perfume that isn’t yours go unnoticed. You’ve finally realized that it’s your turn to be reckless and selfish, and for once, have fun. Your husband might not know it, but you’re also in the office working “overtime.”

୨⎯ STATUS: Writing 🪶

⇢ current wc: 1.9k

⇢ tidbits: husband’s boss, cheating, ceo Jay …

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Just a Phone Call Away- S.JY, P.SH

As much as Jake wanted to keep you to himself, he knew it was inevitable. It’s over as soon as Sunghoon lays his eyes on you. Jake decides to let you have the benefit of the doubt when you show up at the dorm saying you’re only here to see him, but he knows what you really want. He doesn’t mind, as long as you know you’re still his at the end of the night.

continuing: lots of love.

୨⎯ STATUS: on pause 🗒️

⇢ current wc: n/a

⇢ tidbits: idol & fan dynamic, threesome …

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more to come…

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Problem next door- L.HS

Pairing: Roommate Heeseung x fem!reader

Genre: nsfw (mdni 18+!)

⋆·˚ ༘ * Synopsis: Having a ridiculously hung roommate wouldn’t be a problem for most people, especially since they’re not down their roomies’ pants 24/7. Unfortunately for you it just happens to linger the back of your conscience. On a night where you just can’t seem to find a working solution to your problems, you find yourself infront of his door.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Word count: 3.1k

⋆·˚ ༘ * Warnings: big dick heeseung, perv reader, caught (??) masturbating, unprotected sex (please use protection.)

an: Sorry for being gone for so long!! Been pretty busy lately. This isn’t proofread and extremely rushed (I’m so sorry 😞), so please excuse the pacing and lack of plot depth. This didn’t come out as good as I’d like but I can’t keep y’all hanging forever!

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To say you've been having a hard time was an understatement.

Long nights at the hospital, getting used to independence, and the constant standards you set up for yourself, all of it had tumbled into this pent up frustration in your chest.

Arriving at the apartment from yet another life-draining shift, a relieved sigh spilled past your lips.

"Long day?" a equally tired voice asked.

You looked up from your discarded shoes, realizing Heeseung stood at the kitchen counter, coffee in hand.

"Coffee? It's 11 P.M" You muse back, bewildered.

"Duty calls." Heeseung mumbled.

He wasn't looking so well either. A grey hood pulled over his messy hair, highlighting his sunken eyes- which didn't do any justice for his tired smile. Your eyes flickered downwards, he wore plaid pajama pants, which highli- you quietly gasped.

Your eyes nearly bulged out your head, quickly shooting back up to meet his gaze.

Heeseung slightly raised a brow, bringing the mug to his lips. You let out a soft laugh. "Well, good luck on your work, I'm finally free so i'll be off in my room!"

"Must be nice." Heeseung grumbled, mumbling something about rerunning code as you scurried off to your room.

As soon as your door shut, guilt hit you square in the chest. Tiredness wasn't the only thing Heeseung had on display.

What were you? A perv? standing there ogling at his crotch. You shook your head, dragging your hands down your face.

Heeseung and you barely ever spoke, your schedules misaligned. He was just another tenant that had happened to be placed in the same apartment by the landlord. Clearly, you had been overworked today and you weren't thinking straight.

But now, every time you'd see him, you were sure that the huge dent in his pajama pants would be all you could think of. What could you do to save what was little left of your dignity?

Avoid him.

The next few weeks weren't extremely out of the ordinary, you and him barely crossed paths regardless, making it easy enough to get around him.

But Heeseung wasn't stupid, he noticed. He heard you come home late each night, watched you take careful steps to not disturb him, you didn't even bother texting anymore.

Heeseung knew you were taking small steps to avoid him, but what for, was beyond him.

Heeseung wasn't going to press on it either, he wasn't necessarily in a position to interrogate you, and Heeseung spent his time working and knowing how to mind his business.

But on a late night, where he was ripping his hair out over a ruined program, he heard a small noise through the wall.

A quiet, strained, whine. He paused.

He bit his tongue, eyebrows furrowing, unsure he heard right.

But when he leaned back in his chair and heard another short gasp from your wall, his lips lazily curled upwards in amusement. He ran a hand through his hair as he glanced at the time.

Unbelievable. 2:30 A.M.

On the other side of the wall, was you, frustrated and insatiable. You laid pent up in your own sheets.

You had been trying to resolve some tension for yourself, really let go of what had been bothering you for weeks.

You tried, fingers reaching all the right spots, yet it wasn't enough to satisfy the needs you had.

After a long while of giving up and staring blankly at your ceiling, you realized you were probably a little louder than you thought you were.

Your morals started to flicker, desperation taking ahold of your body.

The realization that there was a man seriously living with you, the memory of Heeseung's imprint, and the fact you could take this problem elsewhere. Possibly, next door.

The realization and the idea was all too tempting, too luring when you were in such a desperate position.

And so here you are.

You stood frozen in front of his door, staring at the lightly varnished wood.

You swallowed thickly, you weren't sure if you were truly thinking this through. Was this seriously all you could come up with?

You contemplated, biting on the skin of your lip. You had been stuck in your room, trying to drag out an orgasm for hours, and now as a last- very desperate- resort, you've come looking for help.

You finally took the bite and raised your knuckles up, knocking on his door.

It was silent at first, some quiet shuffling behind the door.

You already felt a pang of regret, wanting to run away. You had done everything in a haste, fully shaved, lotion, perfumed. It was nearly as nerve wracking as your first time.

You sighed as the silence stretched longer, prepared to take your troubles back to your room, but then the door swung open.

Heeseung leant on the doorway, his eyebrows slightly raised, his expression full of subtle shock. He hadn't expected you to finally show up.

"What's up?" He blinked, looking down at you. He was bewildered why you were here to see him when maybe fifteen minutes ago you were doing God knows what behind your door.

You stared at him for a moment. He wore a white t-shirt and wired frames sat on his nose this time. Your eyes flickered downwards yet again, you just had to pick the day he had worn the same pajama pants again.

You let out a quick nervous breath before looking him in the eye, "Can I come in?"

Heeseung didn't miss the glint of desperation in your eye, or the way your chest slightly heaved. "Uh- yeah," he answered, stepping aside. "Don't mind the mess." He added.

You stepped into his dark room, the only light was coming from his computer monitor, which casted a small white glow across the room. On his desk, scattered papers and stacks of notebooks.

His room smelled of his cologne and fresh laundry. Something warm, a little woody, something so masculine you pressed your lips and your thighs together.

Heeseung shut the door behind you, the knob clicking. You stood at the edge of his bed, afraid to sit down. He relaxedly sat back down at his desk, swiveling to face you.

"What'd you need?" He asked again, cocking his head. A small strand of hair fell into his face, and you realized, he was effortlessly good looking, and you somehow never seemed to notice before.

You licked your lips, unsure how to answer without sounding insane.

"Um, you know, I'll be straightforward with you." You mumble.

He raised a brow at you, crossing his foot to rest on his knee.

"I've been really stressed lately, and um, I.." You looked away, ears heating up.

"And?" Heeseung grabbed his pen and tapped it on the table.

"Sorry, I'm sure you've heard me, erm, you know." You continued, unable to really get around to what you wanted to say.

"Heard you?" Heeseung chuckled. "These walls are thin, _____."  He smiled at you, unbothered.

Your cheeks flushed, you wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but you took it further. You were too far gone and it was too late to take it back.

"I can't get off." You say, eyes glued to your feet.

The pen drops on the table.

Heeseung blinks at you in disbelief again. He wasn't sure if he was hearing right.

He plants both feet into the ground, leaning forward in his seat.

"You'd think after all that noise you'd be able to finish." He joked- more to himself than you, grin growing on his face.

"What're you here for, ___?" His voice was low as he asked for a third time, the playfulness in his voice vanished.

You inhaled.

"Listen I didn't mean to be a perv, but your dick print was on display the other day- in fact, right now- Heeseung. It's huge." Words spew out of your mouth as you frantically avoided looking at him.

Silence.

You gulped, should you really have said all that?

The room suddenly felt smaller as his gaze weighed heavy on you. You stood still, dignity ripped from you as you waited for his answer.

Heeseung smirked, "Still didn't answer my question."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, that was all he had to say?

You bit your lip and swallowed your pride.

"Please help me cum. I just can't do it."

Heeseung leaned back in his seat. He looked you up and down, eyes half lidded.

"Get on the bed."

Your eyes widened, you mean, you knew it was what you had asked for, but you didn't expect him to comply so easily.

Heeseung stood up from his seat, making his way towards you. His face had changed, eyes set on you with a dark gleam. You sat, nervous- or scared, you weren't sure- in anticipation.

Heeseung tilted your chin up with his fingers, looking down at you, he scanned your face, staring at your nervous eyes and flushed cheeks.

He used his palm to push your shoulder back, causing you to fall against his sheets.

Heeseung's jaw tightened, his expression had a hint of irritation.

"Ignore me for weeks, and now you've come to get fucked?" He murmured, lowering his body to press kisses on your neck.

You gasp, his hands lightly grasping on to your waist.

Heeseung trails his kisses down, tapping his fingers under your shirt, sending tingles of warmth up your sensitive skin.

"Tell me what's wrong, hm?" He mumbles against your clavicle, doe eyes peering up at you.

Your chest heaved, "I couldn't-I can't get off." You repeated again.

Heeseung tilted his head up, resting his chin on your collarbone, fingers continually trailing up beneath your shirt.

"Why?" He hummed.

"Couldn't stop thinking of you." You whispered, breathy shaky as you feel the pads of his fingers reach your breasts.

"Well, I'll get you what you want before sunrise." The corner of Heeseung's lips curled as he pressed his hand against your bare boob, you gasped again, feeling the callouses on his hand against your soft skin.

He pulls your shirt up, revealing the clear sight of your chest. You wanted to hide, run away from the embarrassment, but Heeseung's hands pressed you firmly against the bed.

You squirm in his hold as he squeezed one of your nipples inbetween his fingers. You bit your lip and looked away, holding in another pained gasp.

"So pretty, can't believe you were hiding." Heeseung mumbled, leaning down to lock your lips in a messy kiss.

Heeseung's kiss wasn't rough, but desperate, almost as if he had finally lost his self control. He kissed with a fervor that would have made you think he missed you.

Your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers comb through his hair, holding onto the nape of his neck.

Heeseung pulls away, looking at you like it pained him to stop. His glasses fogged up and his hair a mess from your doing.

"Fuck you're so pretty." He murmured, pulling his shirt off. Your eyes darted to the waistband of his boxers that stuck out from under his pants.

Heeseung wasted no time undressing you, leaving you in nothing but lace black panties. He cursed, staring unashamedly at your body.

"These for me?" Heeseung asked, slipping a finger under your panties and pulling them back. "Yes.." you shyly admit, avoiding his gaze. The fabric rebounded on your skin, leaving a stinging pain that made you hiss.

Heeseung smirked, your reaction was everything to him, all he needed to really make himself happy.

You lifted your hips for him as he pulled them down, tossing it aside with the rest of the abandoned clothes.

Heeseung kneeled at the edge of the bed, gently taking ahold of your calves and pulling your legs to rest against his shoulders. His face so close to your core you can't help but squirm, his breath warm and foreign.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open as he pressed tantalizing kisses against your inner thighs, reaching closer and closer to you heat.

After begging and calling his name, Heeseung finally pressed his tongue flat against your folds. You whined, hand flying to grab ahold of his head.

He quickly got rid of his foggy glasses, flinging them beside you whilst he licked a long stripe against your cunt, causing you to tighten your grip in his soft hair.

He hummed, tasting the saltiness of your arousal. Heeseung pressed two fingers into you, sucking your clit lightly.

"Ah!- Fuck! Hee, please." You softly moaned, you didn’t know what you were pleading for, but you knew you needed more. He hums again, his fingers curling into you. You gasp, back starting to arch slightly off the mattress.

Heeseung eats like a starved man, licking, sucking, kissing. His fingers work diligently inside you, pressing against all the spots he can.

He watches your reactions, figuring out what you like, his eyebrows furrow as he watches you gasp and whine his name as he tries different things.

"Fuck Hee! I need it bad, so bad." You cry, a hand clenching his sheets. Heeseung pulls away, panting. He looks up at you, "Need what baby? Words."

His tone isn't demanding or harsh, but truly eager to understand what you needed.

"You!" You exhale, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Heeseung smiles from between your legs, standing back up. "Right."

He pulls his pants down and you're finally met with what's been haunting you for weeks. Him and his ridiculously large dick.

You thought it wouldn't surprise you anymore, but when the flushed red tip was flush against his abdomen, your confidence shattered.

His tip reached his belly button, the shaft long and intimidating. "Hee.. I don't think I can take that." You whispered, feeling small.

"It's what you wanted isn't it? What you came for." Heeseung asked, looking down at you.

"You can do it." Heeseung reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead while slowly pumping his cock.

You sucked in a breath, coming to your knees in front of him.

Heeseung tilted your chin up, tapping himself against your lips. You slowly opened your mouth until you were wide enough to fit him, and he pushed in.

"Take what you can." Heeseung mumbled inbetween a strained groan, feeling the warmth of your tongue beneath him. He grabbed ahold of your hair, just to have a bit of control.

You found it hard to breathe as he pushed farther in, throat constricting around his length. He cursed under his breath, eyes shutting tight.

When his tip reached the back of your throat, your eyes watered, throat struggling to relax.

Heeseung let out a sigh and looked down at you. Your eyes were teary and your mouth full of him, he let out another groan at the sight of you.

"Breathe baby, take it slow." He gritted against his teeth, grip tight on your head. You hummed around him, slowly bobbing your head.

Focusing on breathing out your nose, you find yourself relaxing, hands on Heeseung's thighs to ground yourself.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, pushing your head further down.

Suddenly, he pulls your head back, his chest heaving. "Not yet, I've gotta give you what you want." He looks down at you.

Your hair is a mess, eyes slightly red and lips swollen from him. Heeseung catches his breath as he pulls you up.

"Up baby." He commands.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and he lifts you up, going in for more sloppy kisses as he walks you to his desk.

He places you down on his desk, scattering his papers onto the floor.

He doesn't care, not when his pretty roommate has finally come asking to be fucked.

He harshly sucks your skin as he keeps your legs open once again, fisting his cock as he slowly dragged it against your folds.

“You know, I’ve actually been thinking about this for forever? ” Heeseung whispers, slowly pressing himself in.

You gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders as soon as you feel the foreign stretch.

He knew you needed time, guidance. He slowly inched in, biting his lip and mumbling reassurances.

“You were so pretty, and always wearing those damn shorts around the house.”

“Too big.” You whimpered, the stretch of his cock pained you.

You shut your eyes, fingers tightening against his shoulders.

“You can take it, I promise I’ll be perfect for you.” Heeseung pressed a kiss against your temple as finally managed to bottom out.

Heeseung’s little self restrain barely held on, if it was up to him he’d be fucking you senseless.

Slowly, he moved, hands carefully skimming against your thighs.

You and Heeseung said nothing, only shallow breaths and short gasps as he carefully pulled out.

Before long, your pain dissolved.

Heeseung had picked up his pace, hands tight against your waist. His brows furrowed, eyes glued to your body.

He let out shaky exhales each time he felt your pussy bring him back in, he followed along like a dog on a leash.

The drag of his cock made your mouth hang open, moans spilling past your lips each time he slammed his hips against yours.

It was loud, filthy, and much more than you had expected.

Heeseung was determined to get you to finish, peppering kisses against your neck and speeding up.

The pleasure he gave you was something you could only dream your fingers gave you. You cried for him, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Hee, I’m gonna come!” You gasp, eyes shutting as he continuously filled you up.

“Good, not sure how much longer I can hold on.” He bit his lip, fingers curling harder into your hips as he thrust with more force.

It doesn’t take much before your hips buck and you’re holding onto his neck like your life depended on it. You cry loudly, his name coming out like a prayer.

The tension in your stomach snaps, and you’re left with nothing but blurry vision as Heeseung fucks you through it.

Heeseung had barely any willpower left, quickly succumbing to the high he had been holding back for you.

Heeseung groans and quickly pulls out, hand desperately rubbing out spurts of white against your stomach as he holds you against his desk.

Both of you pant, coming down from your highs. His forehead rests against your shoulder, sweat sticky against your skin.

His entire body presses against yours, his warm breath ghosting over your collarbone.

You thread your fingers through his hair, watching his exhausted eyes flutter close against your skin.

“Heeseung?”

He hums.

“Extend your lease pretty please?” You mumble.

Heeseung laughs, looking up at you.

“Definitely will now.”

[yeonjjunii]

Problem Next Door- L.HS

Pairing: Roommate Heeseung x fem!reader

Genre: nsfw (mdni 18+!)

⋆·˚ ༘ * Synopsis: Having a ridiculously hung roommate wouldn’t be a problem for most people, especially since they’re not down their roomies’ pants 24/7. Unfortunately for you it just happens to linger the back of your conscience. On a night where you just can’t seem to find a working solution to your problems, you find yourself infront of his door.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Word count: 3.1k

⋆·˚ ༘ * Warnings: big dick heeseung, perv reader, caught (??) masturbating, unprotected sex (please use protection.)

an: Sorry for being gone for so long!! Been pretty busy lately. This isn’t proofread and extremely rushed (I’m so sorry 😞), so please excuse the pacing and lack of plot depth. This didn’t come out as good as I’d like but I can’t keep y’all hanging forever!

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To say you've been having a hard time was an understatement.

Long nights at the hospital, getting used to independence, and the constant standards you set up for yourself, all of it had tumbled into this pent up frustration in your chest.

Arriving at the apartment from yet another life-draining shift, a relieved sigh spilled past your lips.

"Long day?" a equally tired voice asked.

You looked up from your discarded shoes, realizing Heeseung stood at the kitchen counter, coffee in hand.

"Coffee? It's 11 P.M" You muse back, bewildered.

"Duty calls." Heeseung mumbled.

He wasn't looking so well either. A grey hood pulled over his messy hair, highlighting his sunken eyes- which didn't do any justice for his tired smile. Your eyes flickered downwards, he wore plaid pajama pants, which highli- you quietly gasped.

Your eyes nearly bulged out your head, quickly shooting back up to meet his gaze.

Heeseung slightly raised a brow, bringing the mug to his lips. You let out a soft laugh. "Well, good luck on your work, I'm finally free so i'll be off in my room!"

"Must be nice." Heeseung grumbled, mumbling something about rerunning code as you scurried off to your room.

As soon as your door shut, guilt hit you square in the chest. Tiredness wasn't the only thing Heeseung had on display.

What were you? A perv? standing there ogling at his crotch. You shook your head, dragging your hands down your face.

Heeseung and you barely ever spoke, your schedules misaligned. He was just another tenant that had happened to be placed in the same apartment by the landlord. Clearly, you had been overworked today and you weren't thinking straight.

But now, every time you'd see him, you were sure that the huge dent in his pajama pants would be all you could think of. What could you do to save what was little left of your dignity?

Avoid him.

The next few weeks weren't extremely out of the ordinary, you and him barely crossed paths regardless, making it easy enough to get around him.

But Heeseung wasn't stupid, he noticed. He heard you come home late each night, watched you take careful steps to not disturb him, you didn't even bother texting anymore.

Heeseung knew you were taking small steps to avoid him, but what for, was beyond him.

Heeseung wasn't going to press on it either, he wasn't necessarily in a position to interrogate you, and Heeseung spent his time working and knowing how to mind his business.

But on a late night, where he was ripping his hair out over a ruined program, he heard a small noise through the wall.

A quiet, strained, whine. He paused.

He bit his tongue, eyebrows furrowing, unsure he heard right.

But when he leaned back in his chair and heard another short gasp from your wall, his lips lazily curled upwards in amusement. He ran a hand through his hair as he glanced at the time.

Unbelievable. 2:30 A.M.

On the other side of the wall, was you, frustrated and insatiable. You laid pent up in your own sheets.

You had been trying to resolve some tension for yourself, really let go of what had been bothering you for weeks.

You tried, fingers reaching all the right spots, yet it wasn't enough to satisfy the needs you had.

After a long while of giving up and staring blankly at your ceiling, you realized you were probably a little louder than you thought you were.

Your morals started to flicker, desperation taking ahold of your body.

The realization that there was a man seriously living with you, the memory of Heeseung's imprint, and the fact you could take this problem elsewhere. Possibly, next door.

The realization and the idea was all too tempting, too luring when you were in such a desperate position.

And so here you are.

You stood frozen in front of his door, staring at the lightly varnished wood.

You swallowed thickly, you weren't sure if you were truly thinking this through. Was this seriously all you could come up with?

You contemplated, biting on the skin of your lip. You had been stuck in your room, trying to drag out an orgasm for hours, and now as a last- very desperate- resort, you've come looking for help.

You finally took the bite and raised your knuckles up, knocking on his door.

It was silent at first, some quiet shuffling behind the door.

You already felt a pang of regret, wanting to run away. You had done everything in a haste, fully shaved, lotion, perfumed. It was nearly as nerve wracking as your first time.

You sighed as the silence stretched longer, prepared to take your troubles back to your room, but then the door swung open.

Heeseung leant on the doorway, his eyebrows slightly raised, his expression full of subtle shock. He hadn't expected you to finally show up.

"What's up?" He blinked, looking down at you. He was bewildered why you were here to see him when maybe fifteen minutes ago you were doing God knows what behind your door.

You stared at him for a moment. He wore a white t-shirt and wired frames sat on his nose this time. Your eyes flickered downwards yet again, you just had to pick the day he had worn the same pajama pants again.

You let out a quick nervous breath before looking him in the eye, "Can I come in?"

Heeseung didn't miss the glint of desperation in your eye, or the way your chest slightly heaved. "Uh- yeah," he answered, stepping aside. "Don't mind the mess." He added.

You stepped into his dark room, the only light was coming from his computer monitor, which casted a small white glow across the room. On his desk, scattered papers and stacks of notebooks.

His room smelled of his cologne and fresh laundry. Something warm, a little woody, something so masculine you pressed your lips and your thighs together.

Heeseung shut the door behind you, the knob clicking. You stood at the edge of his bed, afraid to sit down. He relaxedly sat back down at his desk, swiveling to face you.

"What'd you need?" He asked again, cocking his head. A small strand of hair fell into his face, and you realized, he was effortlessly good looking, and you somehow never seemed to notice before.

You licked your lips, unsure how to answer without sounding insane.

"Um, you know, I'll be straightforward with you." You mumble.

He raised a brow at you, crossing his foot to rest on his knee.

"I've been really stressed lately, and um, I.." You looked away, ears heating up.

"And?" Heeseung grabbed his pen and tapped it on the table.

"Sorry, I'm sure you've heard me, erm, you know." You continued, unable to really get around to what you wanted to say.

"Heard you?" Heeseung chuckled. "These walls are thin, _____."  He smiled at you, unbothered.

Your cheeks flushed, you wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but you took it further. You were too far gone and it was too late to take it back.

"I can't get off." You say, eyes glued to your feet.

The pen drops on the table.

Heeseung blinks at you in disbelief again. He wasn't sure if he was hearing right.

He plants both feet into the ground, leaning forward in his seat.

"You'd think after all that noise you'd be able to finish." He joked- more to himself than you, grin growing on his face.

"What're you here for, ___?" His voice was low as he asked for a third time, the playfulness in his voice vanished.

You inhaled.

"Listen I didn't mean to be a perv, but your dick print was on display the other day- in fact, right now- Heeseung. It's huge." Words spew out of your mouth as you frantically avoided looking at him.

Silence.

You gulped, should you really have said all that?

The room suddenly felt smaller as his gaze weighed heavy on you. You stood still, dignity ripped from you as you waited for his answer.

Heeseung smirked, "Still didn't answer my question."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, that was all he had to say?

You bit your lip and swallowed your pride.

"Please help me cum. I just can't do it."

Heeseung leaned back in his seat. He looked you up and down, eyes half lidded.

"Get on the bed."

Your eyes widened, you mean, you knew it was what you had asked for, but you didn't expect him to comply so easily.

Heeseung stood up from his seat, making his way towards you. His face had changed, eyes set on you with a dark gleam. You sat, nervous- or scared, you weren't sure- in anticipation.

Heeseung tilted your chin up with his fingers, looking down at you, he scanned your face, staring at your nervous eyes and flushed cheeks.

He used his palm to push your shoulder back, causing you to fall against his sheets.

Heeseung's jaw tightened, his expression had a hint of irritation.

"Ignore me for weeks, and now you've come to get fucked?" He murmured, lowering his body to press kisses on your neck.

You gasp, his hands lightly grasping on to your waist.

Heeseung trails his kisses down, tapping his fingers under your shirt, sending tingles of warmth up your sensitive skin.

"Tell me what's wrong, hm?" He mumbles against your clavicle, doe eyes peering up at you.

Your chest heaved, "I couldn't-I can't get off." You repeated again.

Heeseung tilted his head up, resting his chin on your collarbone, fingers continually trailing up beneath your shirt.

"Why?" He hummed.

"Couldn't stop thinking of you." You whispered, breathy shaky as you feel the pads of his fingers reach your breasts.

"Well, I'll get you what you want before sunrise." The corner of Heeseung's lips curled as he pressed his hand against your bare boob, you gasped again, feeling the callouses on his hand against your soft skin.

He pulls your shirt up, revealing the clear sight of your chest. You wanted to hide, run away from the embarrassment, but Heeseung's hands pressed you firmly against the bed.

You squirm in his hold as he squeezed one of your nipples inbetween his fingers. You bit your lip and looked away, holding in another pained gasp.

"So pretty, can't believe you were hiding." Heeseung mumbled, leaning down to lock your lips in a messy kiss.

Heeseung's kiss wasn't rough, but desperate, almost as if he had finally lost his self control. He kissed with a fervor that would have made you think he missed you.

Your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers comb through his hair, holding onto the nape of his neck.

Heeseung pulls away, looking at you like it pained him to stop. His glasses fogged up and his hair a mess from your doing.

"Fuck you're so pretty." He murmured, pulling his shirt off. Your eyes darted to the waistband of his boxers that stuck out from under his pants.

Heeseung wasted no time undressing you, leaving you in nothing but lace black panties. He cursed, staring unashamedly at your body.

"These for me?" Heeseung asked, slipping a finger under your panties and pulling them back. "Yes.." you shyly admit, avoiding his gaze. The fabric rebounded on your skin, leaving a stinging pain that made you hiss.

Heeseung smirked, your reaction was everything to him, all he needed to really make himself happy.

You lifted your hips for him as he pulled them down, tossing it aside with the rest of the abandoned clothes.

Heeseung kneeled at the edge of the bed, gently taking ahold of your calves and pulling your legs to rest against his shoulders. His face so close to your core you can't help but squirm, his breath warm and foreign.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open as he pressed tantalizing kisses against your inner thighs, reaching closer and closer to you heat.

After begging and calling his name, Heeseung finally pressed his tongue flat against your folds. You whined, hand flying to grab ahold of his head.

He quickly got rid of his foggy glasses, flinging them beside you whilst he licked a long stripe against your cunt, causing you to tighten your grip in his soft hair.

He hummed, tasting the saltiness of your arousal. Heeseung pressed two fingers into you, sucking your clit lightly.

"Ah!- Fuck! Hee, please." You softly moaned, you didn’t know what you were pleading for, but you knew you needed more. He hums again, his fingers curling into you. You gasp, back starting to arch slightly off the mattress.

Heeseung eats like a starved man, licking, sucking, kissing. His fingers work diligently inside you, pressing against all the spots he can.

He watches your reactions, figuring out what you like, his eyebrows furrow as he watches you gasp and whine his name as he tries different things.

"Fuck Hee! I need it bad, so bad." You cry, a hand clenching his sheets. Heeseung pulls away, panting. He looks up at you, "Need what baby? Words."

His tone isn't demanding or harsh, but truly eager to understand what you needed.

"You!" You exhale, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Heeseung smiles from between your legs, standing back up. "Right."

He pulls his pants down and you're finally met with what's been haunting you for weeks. Him and his ridiculously large dick.

You thought it wouldn't surprise you anymore, but when the flushed red tip was flush against his abdomen, your confidence shattered.

His tip reached his belly button, the shaft long and intimidating. "Hee.. I don't think I can take that." You whispered, feeling small.

"It's what you wanted isn't it? What you came for." Heeseung asked, looking down at you.

"You can do it." Heeseung reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead while slowly pumping his cock.

You sucked in a breath, coming to your knees in front of him.

Heeseung tilted your chin up, tapping himself against your lips. You slowly opened your mouth until you were wide enough to fit him, and he pushed in.

"Take what you can." Heeseung mumbled inbetween a strained groan, feeling the warmth of your tongue beneath him. He grabbed ahold of your hair, just to have a bit of control.

You found it hard to breathe as he pushed farther in, throat constricting around his length. He cursed under his breath, eyes shutting tight.

When his tip reached the back of your throat, your eyes watered, throat struggling to relax.

Heeseung let out a sigh and looked down at you. Your eyes were teary and your mouth full of him, he let out another groan at the sight of you.

"Breathe baby, take it slow." He gritted against his teeth, grip tight on your head. You hummed around him, slowly bobbing your head.

Focusing on breathing out your nose, you find yourself relaxing, hands on Heeseung's thighs to ground yourself.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, pushing your head further down.

Suddenly, he pulls your head back, his chest heaving. "Not yet, I've gotta give you what you want." He looks down at you.

Your hair is a mess, eyes slightly red and lips swollen from him. Heeseung catches his breath as he pulls you up.

"Up baby." He commands.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and he lifts you up, going in for more sloppy kisses as he walks you to his desk.

He places you down on his desk, scattering his papers onto the floor.

He doesn't care, not when his pretty roommate has finally come asking to be fucked.

He harshly sucks your skin as he keeps your legs open once again, fisting his cock as he slowly dragged it against your folds.

“You know, I’ve actually been thinking about this for forever? ” Heeseung whispers, slowly pressing himself in.

You gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders as soon as you feel the foreign stretch.

He knew you needed time, guidance. He slowly inched in, biting his lip and mumbling reassurances.

“You were so pretty, and always wearing those damn shorts around the house.”

“Too big.” You whimpered, the stretch of his cock pained you.

You shut your eyes, fingers tightening against his shoulders.

“You can take it, I promise I’ll be perfect for you.” Heeseung pressed a kiss against your temple as finally managed to bottom out.

Heeseung’s little self restrain barely held on, if it was up to him he’d be fucking you senseless.

Slowly, he moved, hands carefully skimming against your thighs.

You and Heeseung said nothing, only shallow breaths and short gasps as he carefully pulled out.

Before long, your pain dissolved.

Heeseung had picked up his pace, hands tight against your waist. His brows furrowed, eyes glued to your body.

He let out shaky exhales each time he felt your pussy bring him back in, he followed along like a dog on a leash.

The drag of his cock made your mouth hang open, moans spilling past your lips each time he slammed his hips against yours.

It was loud, filthy, and much more than you had expected.

Heeseung was determined to get you to finish, peppering kisses against your neck and speeding up.

The pleasure he gave you was something you could only dream your fingers gave you. You cried for him, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Hee, I’m gonna come!” You gasp, eyes shutting as he continuously filled you up.

“Good, not sure how much longer I can hold on.” He bit his lip, fingers curling harder into your hips as he thrust with more force.

It doesn’t take much before your hips buck and you’re holding onto his neck like your life depended on it. You cry loudly, his name coming out like a prayer.

The tension in your stomach snaps, and you’re left with nothing but blurry vision as Heeseung fucks you through it.

Heeseung had barely any willpower left, quickly succumbing to the high he had been holding back for you.

Heeseung groans and quickly pulls out, hand desperately rubbing out spurts of white against your stomach as he holds you against his desk.

Both of you pant, coming down from your highs. His forehead rests against your shoulder, sweat sticky against your skin.

His entire body presses against yours, his warm breath ghosting over your collarbone.

You thread your fingers through his hair, watching his exhausted eyes flutter close against your skin.

“Heeseung?”

He hums.

“Extend your lease pretty please?” You mumble.

Heeseung laughs, looking up at you.

“Definitely will now.”

[yeonjjunii]

holy smoly I’m seeing enha today this is unreal

[yeonjjunii]

https://www.tumblr.com/yeonjjunii/790939111104086016/lots-of-love-sjy

and i need a part 2! jealous and possessive jake is my faveeeee 🥵 omg breed me sir i don’t mind bouncing on you in front of sunghoon (sunghoon is my bias 👀 and jake my wrecker) wreck me literally pls 👅 god im so down bad for him 😭

Hihi anon!! Trust me it’s otw 🥹, I have to finish up a lot of wips and I literally see enha TMR (I’m so blessed) but the crowd asks and they shall receive 🙂‍↕️.

I have a Heeseung post about to be ready so that’ll be posted and I’ll see what I can do about that part 2 🤍

[yeonjjunii]

Lots of Love - S.JY

Pairing: jealous idol!jake x fem!reader

Genre: nsfw, mdni (18+)

Synopsis: Jealously has never fueled Jake the way it did now, watching the pretty girl at barricade scream someone else’s name, he felt an urge to prove himself, to change her perspective.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: idol x fan dynamic, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphilia, recording, lowk porn w no plot, backshots/doggy, mirror sex, sunghoon mentions, not proofread ^_^ sorry…

Jake has a fistful of your hair as he pulls your head back to look in the dressing room mirror.

You’re an utter wreck, tights ripped apart and tears streaming down your face, you can’t help but whine and cry each time Jake slams his hips into yours.

His other hand holds you tightly in place, fingers ripping into the mesh of your tights as he pressed hard into the flesh of your hips. He sighs each time he pushes his length back into you.

“I’m doing so much better right? Better than he ever will?” He asks in between pants.

You nod dumbly, agreeing with whatever he had to say.

-

Jake's most favorite thing to do at concerts is scan the crowd for pretty girls.

Bonus if they're Jake biased.

His eyes weave through the crowd, looking for the most attractive girls he possibly can. The girls with short skirts and the batty eyelashes.

When he finally finds them, he's realized they usually end up having his name written all over them.

His smirk grows wide when he notices the "Jake" banners and the pickets of his face, the screaming when he makes eye contact with them. His ego is inflated by tenfold.

This time around though is different.

Jake smiled happily as he waved at fans, eyes secretly trailing around.

When he finally spots you, the prettiest girl he’s seen all tour, he’s hit a jackpot.

Except the longer he looks, his smirk fades. His eyes narrow onto the Sunghoon photocards, the Sunghoon banner, for fucks sake the picket of Sunghoon’s face decorated in frilly ribbons and hearts.

Jealously burns into Jake’s expression quickly, his smile odd as his jaw ticks, eyes oddly stuck in one spot into the crowd.

Before you know it, the concert is over. Yet here you are, still at the venue.

But now a desperate mess under Jake’s control.

-

He fucks into you with a thirst to prove himself, jealously fueling his hips faster and harder than they should be.

His mouth slightly hangs open as he watches you in the reflection, folded over the vanity, fingers struggling to grasp the wood.

“Tell me baby, am I doing better than he would?” He breathes out, watching the way tears well in your eyes.

His eyes are low and dark, the dim lighting of his dressing room cast a warm glow over his face.

“Mm!” You hum, nodding whilst blabbering incoherent answers, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the drag of his cock repeatedly against the perfect spot.

It was hard to think, to focus at all even when Jake was pistoning his hips into you so perfectly.

He filled you up, hitting every sweet spot you had. Each time he’d pull back out you’d whine at the loss and sudden empty feeling you had without him.

Jake made up for it each time he slammed himself back in, making sure to earn a cry from you each time. He loved what he was doing to you, how you begged for him shamelessly.

He drags his tongue down the side of your neck, burning a hot sensation into your skin. He pulls you back with the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your sweat as he works you harder and harder.

“Not an answer.” Jake’s eyebrows furrow as he tuts, letting go of your hair to reach over you for your phone. You drop back down onto the dark varnish of the vanity, a weak squeak escaping you. The heat of his chest ghosts over your back, making you shiver beneath him.

When the screen lights up, he’s met with a cutesy photo of Sunghoon on the Lock Screen. His jaw tightens and he thrusts into you so hard you yelp.

Your hand flies back to grip onto Jake’s strong forearm, the one holding your hips against his.

“Let him know,” Jake growls. “Let him know how great I fuck you yeah?” he swipes left to the camera, raising the phone to capture the mess infront of him.

He sticks out his tongue as he bottoms out into you and stills.

Your mascara is streaked across your face, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open in pants. Your body is covered in small purplish spots, evidence of Jake’s very quick possessiveness.

Despite the embarrassment and shame of your state, you hear the shutter of the camera go off regardless.

You feel almost pathetic under him, he’s fucking you dumb and he here he stood taking a mirror selfie as his tip kissed your womb over and over.

Tears ran down your face as he grinned, watching the way you slightly paused for his photo.

He looked disturbingly good as he recked you, sweat shone against the plane of his chest, hair perfectly tousled from your hands earlier.

Jake suddenly raises a hand and brings it down harshly onto your ass, leaving a stinging pain.

“You’re mine now, no more of this Sunghoon nonsense.” He grit inbetween his teeth as he sped up.

You saw stars, hand coming back to the vanity for support.

You moan his name shamelessly, pleads falling out of your lips.

“Yes sir!” You cry, feeling your core start to tighten with the speed of his hips. “F-fuck ‘m gonna come!”

Jake licks his lips as he clicks the record button on your phone, pace never slowing down.

“Yeah you gonna come? Poor baby gonna come on my cock?” He taunts, fingers entwined in your hair once again.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” He asks you, pulling your head back again for the camera to see, the sting of the pain pulling the rope in your stomach harder.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth as he feels your walls clench down on him.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long he could hold on either, but didn’t want this to end. He watched your once perfectly done hair and makeup get ruined by him in seconds, your perfume intoxicated his senses. He was deep into this.

“You! Jake!” You whine.

“And not who?” He continued.

Your mind is a mile away, vision blurry and his voice sounds so far away. Your answer is stuck in your throat as you take his dick in over and over again. You’re oh so close to coming.

This only lands you another harsh slap on the ass, his thrusts relentless. “And not who?” He asks again in a low tone, voice full of spite.

“Sunghoon!- Fuck! Sunghoon can’t.”

“Good girl. All mine now yeah?” Jake smiles, hand going from your hair to inbetween your legs, the pad of his fingers putting small pressure onto your clit. His fingers are electric against your soft skin, you whine and squirm under him.

“Fuck fuck fuck, coming, coming!” You scream out, the tension in your stomach so tight you feel like you’re going to burst.

“Make a mess.” He groans, giving you the one last push that throws you over the edge.

You’ve lost it, body arching as the rope in your stomach snaps as soon as his dick fully buries into you, tension abruptly dissolving. His fingers ruthlessly rub against your folds.

You moan his name so loud security could most likely hear, earning a loud husky groan from Jake.

Jake follows after as soon as he felt the extreme grip of your orgasm, he moaned slightly as you sucked him in. Praises spew out his mouth as his dick twitches inside you, painting your walls white.

He rocks his hips deep inside you, holding you tight against his chest. The liquid filled you with warmth.

“See Hoonie? You’ll never outdo me.” He smiles at the camera, pulling it down in between you and him, showing the phone how deeply buried he was into your cunt.

He slowly pulled out, his cum leaking back out of your folds.

He ends the recording, setting your phone aside. You laid limp against the cold wood of the vanity, chest heaving.

“Did so good.” Jake mumbles against your skin as he presses soft kisses down your back. “Come again, hm?” He smiled against your spine.

“I will.” You mumble softly, eyes glassy.

-

A little after your warm shower at home, a text lights up your phone, the Lock Screen now a cute photo of Jake.

“forgot to tell u, hoon’s dressing room was right next to mine. srry ;)” - Jake, 1:49 am.

“oh, and send me the vids pls, need him to see them. miss u <3” - Jake, 1:50 am.

[yeonjjunii]

Lots of Love - S.JY

Pairing: jealous idol!jake x fem!reader

Genre: nsfw, mdni (18+), idol x fan dynamic

Synopsis: Jealously has never fueled Jake the way it did now, watching the pretty girl at barricade scream someone else’s name, he felt an urge to prove himself, to change her perspective.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphilia, recording, lowk porn w no plot, backshots/doggy, mirror sex, sunghoon mentions, not proofread ^_^ sorry…

Jake has a fistful of your hair as he pulls your head back to look in the dressing room mirror.

You’re an utter wreck, tights ripped apart and tears streaming down your face, you can’t help but whine and cry each time Jake slams his hips into yours.

His other hand holds you tightly in place, fingers ripping into the mesh of your tights as he pressed hard into the flesh of your hips. He sighs each time he pushes his length back into you.

“I’m doing so much better right? Better than he ever will?” He asks in between pants.

You nod dumbly, agreeing with whatever he had to say.

-

Jake's most favorite thing to do at concerts is scan the crowd for pretty girls.

Bonus if they're Jake biased.

His eyes weave through the crowd, looking for the most attractive girls he possibly can. The girls with short skirts and the batty eyelashes.

When he finally finds them, he's realized they usually end up having his name written all over them.

His smirk grows wide when he notices the "Jake" banners and the pickets of his face, the screaming when he makes eye contact with them. His ego is inflated by tenfold.

This time around though is different.

Jake smiled happily as he waved at fans, eyes secretly trailing around.

When he finally spots you, the prettiest girl he’s seen all tour, jackpot.

Except the longer he looks, his smirk fades. His eyes narrow onto the Sunghoon photocards, the Sunghoon banner, for fucks sake the picket of Sunghoon’s face decorated in frilly ribbons and hearts.

Jealously burns into Jake’s expression quickly, his smile odd as his jaw ticks, eyes oddly stuck in one spot into the crowd.

Before you know it, the concert is over. Yet here you are, still at the venue.

But now a desperate mess under Jake’s control.

-

He fucks into you with a thirst to prove himself, jealously fueling his hips faster and harder than they should be.

His mouth slightly hangs open as he watches you in the reflection, folded over the vanity, fingers struggling to grasp the wood.

“Tell me baby, am I doing better than he would?” He breathes out, watching the way tears well in your eyes.

His eyes are low and dark, the dim lighting of his dressing room cast a warm glow over his face.

“Mm!” You hum, nodding whilst blabbering incoherent answers, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the drag of his cock repeatedly against the perfect spot.

It was hard to think, to focus at all even when Jake was pistoning his hips into you so perfectly.

He filled you up, hitting every sweet spot you had. Each time he’d pull back out you’d whine at the loss and sudden empty feeling you had without him.

Jake made up for it each time he slammed himself back in, making sure to earn a cry from you each time. He loved what he was doing to you, how you begged for him shamelessly.

He drags his tongue down the side of your neck, burning a hot sensation into your skin. He pulls you back with the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your sweat as he works you harder and harder.

“Not an answer.” Jake’s eyebrows furrow as he tuts, letting go of your hair to reach over you for your phone. You drop back down onto the dark varnish of the vanity, a weak squeak escaping you. The heat of his chest ghosts over your back, making you shiver beneath him.

When the screen lights up, he’s met with a cutesy photo of Sunghoon on the Lock Screen. His jaw tightens and he thrusts into you so hard you yelp.

Your hand flies back to grip onto Jake’s strong forearm, the one holding your hips against his.

“Let him know,” Jake growls. “Let him know how great I fuck you yeah?” he swipes left to the camera, raising the phone to capture the mess infront of him.

He sticks out his tongue as he bottoms out into you and stills.

Your mascara is streaked across your face, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open in pants. Your body is covered in small purplish spots, evidence of Jake’s very quick possessiveness.

Despite the embarrassment and shame of your state, you hear the shutter of the camera go off regardless.

You feel almost pathetic under him, he’s fucking you dumb and here he stood taking a mirror selfie as his tip kissed your womb over and over.

Tears ran down your face as he grinned, watching the way you slightly paused for his photo.

He looked disturbingly good as he recked you, sweat shone against the plane of his chest, hair perfectly tousled from your hands earlier.

Jake suddenly raises a hand and brings it down harshly onto your ass, leaving a stinging pain.

“You’re mine now, no more of this Sunghoon nonsense.” He grit inbetween his teeth as he sped up.

You saw stars, hand coming back to the vanity for support.

You moan his name shamelessly, pleads falling out of your lips.

“Yes sir!” You cry, feeling your core start to tighten with the speed of his hips. “F-fuck ‘m gonna come!”

Jake licks his lips as he clicks the record button on your phone, pace never slowing down.

“Yeah you gonna come? Poor baby gonna come on my cock?” He taunts, fingers entwined in your hair once again.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” He asks you, pulling your head back again for the camera to see, the sting of the pain pulling the rope in your stomach harder.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth as he feels your walls clench down on him.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long he could hold on either, but didn’t want this to end. He watched your once perfectly done hair and makeup get ruined by him in seconds, your perfume intoxicated his senses. He was deep into this.

“You! Jake!” You whine.

“And not who?” He continued.

Your mind is a mile away, vision blurry and his voice sounds so far away. Your answer is stuck in your throat as you take his dick in over and over again. You’re oh so close to coming.

This only lands you another harsh slap on the ass, his thrusts relentless. “And not who?” He asks again in a low tone, voice full of spite.

“Sunghoon!- Fuck! Sunghoon can’t.”

“Good girl. All mine now yeah?” Jake smiles, hand going from your hair to inbetween your legs, the pad of his fingers putting small pressure onto your clit. His fingers are electric against your soft skin, you whine and squirm under him.

“Fuck fuck fuck, coming, coming!” You scream out, the tension in your stomach so tight you feel like you’re going to burst.

“Make a mess.” He groans, giving you the one last push that throws you over the edge.

You’ve lost it, body arching as the rope in your stomach snaps as soon as his dick fully buries into you, tension abruptly dissolving. His fingers ruthlessly rub against your folds.

You moan his name so loud security could most likely hear, earning a loud husky groan from Jake.

Jake follows after as soon as he felt the extreme grip of your orgasm, he moaned slightly as you sucked him in. Praises spew out his mouth as his dick twitches inside you, painting your walls white.

He rocks his hips deep inside you, holding you tight against his chest. The liquid filled you with warmth.

“See Hoonie? You’ll never outdo me.” He smiles at the camera, pulling it down in between you and him, showing the phone how deeply buried he was into your cunt.

He slowly pulled out, his cum leaking back out of your folds.

He ends the recording, setting your phone aside. You laid limp against the cold wood of the vanity, chest heaving.

“Did so good.” Jake mumbles against your skin as he presses soft kisses down your back. “Come again, hm?” He smiled against your spine.

“I will.” You mumble softly, eyes glassy.

-

A little after your warm shower at home, a text lights up your phone, the Lock Screen now a cute photo of Jake.

“forgot to tell u, hoon’s dressing room was right next to mine. srry ;)” - Jake, 1:49 am.

“oh, and send me the vids pls, need him to see them. miss u <3” - Jake, 1:50 am.

[yeonjjunii]

Dreams with a Baseball Player .☘︎ ݁˖ N. RK

ᯓ★ “But we have conversations, in my head.” - Faye Webster

Synopsis: With no ride home, you find yourself waiting at your older brother's baseball practices. There's not much to entertain yourself with, until you can't keep your eyes off a certain boy. The twirling of his bat, the squinting of his eyes, and his reoccurring laughter, you can't help but find yourself looking for him. No matter how much you thought, stared, even dreamt of him, you'd never confess your random obsession. Years pass and you're convinced your fixation has faded, but has it really?

Genre: Brother’s bestfriend, fluff, nsfw (mdni! 18+)

Word count: 7.7k words

[note] : lol the pacing on this is HORRIBLE. This is my first public work!! Thank you for reading, although it’s not my best I’m somewhat proud of it. I’ll definitely be getting better in the future! :)

The sun was sweltering, the heat clung to you like an uncomfortable sweaty second skin. You couldn't help but scowl, irritation hung in the air. 

You sat in the burning metal bleachers of the baseball field.

Every last thing was getting under your skin, your ears were filled with constant hollering and the dinging of metal bats, your clothes were damp and stuck to your skin, and the sun shone so intense you could barely hold your eyes open. Trying to scroll on your phone was useless, the Wi-Fi connection was pathetic this far out from the school.

You had no other choice. Without a ride home, you were stranded in these bleachers until your older brother finished practice. 

The small amount of sleep you got cramming for AP Bio was starting to come back for you, drowsiness tugged heavily on your eyelids, your body sluggish with every move.

You wanted nothing more than to be in your comfy bed, in clean, cool sheets, fresh out of the shower. Yet here you were, melting in the bleachers. 

With a frustrated grunt, you hauled your backpack onto the bleachers, muttering a string of half hearted curses under your breath. You've made the executive decision, sleeping through practice was your only option.

Dropping onto your back, you rest your head against your backpack, attempting to sleep despite the sun shining through your eyelids.

Soon enough heavy footsteps come up towards you, the loud clanking of metal against cleats inching closer to you. You crack a eye open to find Jake staring down at you in amusement, hands on his hips. 

"Ready to go?" Jake raises a eyebrow with a smile.

"About damn time." You mutter, sitting up and rummaging through your bag.

You pulled out a water bottle and tossed it to your brother. He effortlessly catches it with a single hand as he slings his bag over his shoulder, whispering a thanks before chugging it down.

Jake led the way down to the field, weaving through a couple other teammates packing up. He's talking nonsense about how great of a brother he is for taking you home. He nodded at himself in approval, as if he deserved some sort of medal. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You're mid-bicker with him on the way to the exit gate, but a sudden voice cuts out into the air right as you and Jake pass the infield. 

"Hey we'll be here for the rest of the week Jake!" a blonde boy smiles from the pitcher mound, waving his catcher's glove high in the air. 

"Alright! I'll be there." Your brother cheerily grins, waving back. 

Your jaw drops and you groan. "No! That'll mean I have to be here for the whole week!" You protest. Jake glanced back at you with a smirk as he unlocked the gate.

"Should have found a different ride."

Everyday after school, you find yourself trudging back to the baseball field like clockwork. It's become routine now.

At least now you came prepared.

You packed snacks, slathered on sunscreen, and kept an ice cold water bottle with you at all times. If you were going to be stuck out there, you'd at least try to make it better.

Eventually, you gave up on trying to entertain yourself and just watched the practices. It wasn't exactly thrilling, but enough to keep you somewhat amused. You didn't know much about baseball, just the basics from chaotic elementary kickball games. 

So you just watched Jake, watching him practice his swings and sprinting to different bases with a focus and motivation you only saw outside of home. 

But you noticed the same blonde boy always kept close to him, always walking in step with him and pitching the ball for him. 

They laughed together constantly, faces scrunching up in joy. You watched him curiously, noticing the way he pushed his bleached hair back before putting his cap back on, the way he casually spun his bat around before he swung, the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled.

Soon enough you found yourself constantly looking for him at each practice, eyeing his far figure on the field.

It didn't take too long for your brother to notice either.

A couple practices later Jake stood in front of you, arm outstretched awaiting a water bottle. 

"Why are you always looking at him?" Jake's eyebrows knitted as he threw his head back, chugging the water. 

"Who?" You tilt your head in confusion as you stood up. 

"Riki." Jake wipes the water dribbled on his chin with the back of his hand. 

You slowly shake your head back, silently telling him you had no idea what he was talking about. 

Jake rolls his eyes before whipping his head over to the field, finger pointing down at the blonde boy. "The guy you keep goggling at." he scoffs. 

"It's not that obvious." You mutter, walking past him down the steps. Jake follows behind you.

"Oh, it so is." he chuckles.

High school wasn't exactly what you expected. 

It just happened to be everyone being reckless teenagers. Full of poor decisions, lovesick kids, and impulsive moments where nobody really thought things through. It wasn't unusual for people to get caught up in each other, even if they were blindly just following their heart.

Except you scowled every time your best friend gushed about her new delusional crush, rolled your eyes at every couple that held hands in the halls, and pursed your lips at anything you found unbelievably cheesy.

You couldn't help but find it all stupid, sure that every relationship in high school led no where and was a waste of time. Watching couples repeatedly crash and burn only proved you right, you never fantasized about a relationship. 

Instead, you buried yourself in school work, deciding to only concern yourself with things you considered beneficial for you.

It wasn't until you were sat at your desk late at night, scribbling away at math equations illuminated by the soft glow of your laptop, that you finally found yourself marveling at the idea of love.

Stumped on a certain problem, you stared at the wall, too tired to think any further. Your mind replayed today's events instead.

You thought about what your best friend Minju was telling you about. How the boy she liked had scribbled in her notes, held her bag, and walked her home the day before.

You chuckled at the idea of someone doing that for you, shaking your head and letting out little laughs. You dragged your hands down your face, you were convinced it was the exhaustion starting to take over. You seriously needed to clear your head.

You came out of your room in search of a glass of water, scratching your head as you went to the kitchen.

Your brother sat at the kitchen island, his face scrunched in confusion as he studied a packet. Beside him, sat the same blonde boy from the baseball practices. You froze, eyes darting back and forth between the two.

Riki had on a grey knit sweater, sleeves pushed up to his forearms. Thin silver glasses low on his nose. He twirled a thin mechanical pencil between his fingers as he tapped the paper, explaining something to Jake. 

You stood frozen in the doorway, watching the scene in silence. Something about it, the calm focus in Riki's voice, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke, the casual spin of the pencil made your stomach twist in a way you couldn't quite name.

Jake sat slouched, his fingers scratching the nape of his neck. He shook his head in frustration. "I'm not catching on at all." He shut his eyes in defeat.

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been staring.

Riki's eyes flicked up at you, catching you lingering between the hallway and the kitchen. "Hey." He politely nodded towards you, his hair was down, a little messy, falling in his eyes. 

Jake turns around, finally noticing you. "Oh, hey. We're just studying." he said casually, waving a hand toward the open notebook between them. 

You nodded, suddenly aware of the way you looked. Your hair unbrushed, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and dressed in a mismatched pajama set you hadn't thought twice about. Heat crept up your neck as you crossed your arms loosely over your chest,

"I'm just gonna grab a glass of water." You mumble, voice thick with sleepiness. 

Jake stretched his arms overhead with a yawn. "Think you could help us out with this after?"

You raised a brow, halfway to the sink.

Riki raises his eyebrows, "Seriously? Asking your younger sister for help with this? This is stuff people in our grade can barely understand." he asks amused. 

Jake scoffed. "She'll definitely get it, Dude, she's a total nerd." Jake suddenly starts, leaning forward. "In fact this year, she's taking multipl-"

You slam your hand down on the counter, cutting him off mid sentence. Both of them were startled. 

"That's enough now." You smiled a too sweet smile, eyes closed in a quiet warning. Jake raised his hands in surrender, grinning sheepishly. Riki glanced between you both curiously.

Riki watched with a small, amused smile as you explain a chemistry problem almost perfectly to your brother, despite being half awake and clearly out of it. Your intelligence wasn't the only thing that caught his attention though. 

He eyed you up and down as you stood between him and Jake, noticing the subtle, sweet scent of your shampoo  His gaze lingered on the strands of hair that kept falling into your face, which you didn't bother to fix, too busy balancing equations. He watched the way you bit your lip when you focused, the slight change in your tone when you caught an attitude with Jake, a mix of tired sass and natural confidence.

He wasn't sure when, but somewhere between the formulas and your muttered sighs, Riki realized he was looking at you a little differently.

Riki smiled down at his paper as you finished up your explanation and mumbled something about heading back to your room. Just before you left, he caught one last breath of your perfume. Soft, warm, and distracting.

"Gosh, she's so annoying," Jake groaned, tossing his hands in the air dramatically.

Riki chuckled under his breath. "I don't think so."

His eyes drifted past Jake's shoulder, lingering on the now empty hallway where you'd just been, a quiet curiosity settling in his chest.

The moment you slipped out of their line of sight, you gripped the fabric on your chest, your eyes wide as you let out a sharp exhale. Your heart was racing, pulse thudding loud in your ears.

You were starting to lose it, and you knew exactly why.

That night, you lay sprawled across your bed, one leg kicked out from under the blanket, dangling off the edge. Your arms were tossed in whatever position felt vaguely comfortable, your body heavy with exhaustion.

You stared up at the ceiling, unfocused, while your thoughts wandered. The idea of love, of having someone to lean on, someone who just got you. It kept nudging at the edges of your mind. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, you admitted to yourself. Maybe letting someone in wouldn't mean losing yourself.

Still, no matter how noisy your thoughts got, the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids was stronger. You drifted off before your mind could wander any deeper into that unfamiliar, dangerous kind of wanting and fantasizing.

Except you still did.

It was all a hazy blur, soft and warm, like sunlight through half-closed blinds.

A familiar smile. A boy walking beside you down the hallway, carrying your things with casual ease. A flash of blonde hair as he knelt down to tie your shoelaces, his laugh echoing somewhere just out of reach.

You had dreamt of him.

You woke up slightly off put, feeling like you had just lost something you never knew you needed. You'd just lost something you hadn't even realized you were holding onto. A quiet ache settled in your chest.

You clung to the memories, desperate to hold onto the way it felt. You had to remember. You couldn't let the dream slip away. Not when it felt so right.

With a frustrated groan, you turned over and shoved your face into the pillow, wishing you hadn't woken up at all.

"So what?" Minju exclaimed, throwing her hands up, eyes wide with excitement. "It doesn't matter if he's your brother's bestfriend!"

Your eyes widened in horror. "Of course it does!" you hissed, slapping a hand over her mouth before she could continue. She muffled a laugh against your palm.

She honestly couldn't have been any louder if she tried.

Minju takes a hold of your wrist, pulling your hand off her mouth. "Well, in your case, it doesn't. You barely ever talk about love, let alone like a guy. Dreaming about a guy? Definitely serious and should not be ignored." She says, lifting up her index finger in a triumphant tone.

You wanted to bury yourself behind the textbook you were reading, you were sure by now the whole library had practically heard your business.

"Listen," Minju said, leaning in with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "How about this, I come with you to their practice after school, and you point out who it is."

She raised her eyebrows, nudging your elbow eagerly. "Hm? Hmm?"

You bit your lip, nerves twisting in your stomach. Every part of you screamed that this was a terrible idea.

"Fine." you muttered, reluctantly nodding.

"Yes!" Minju fist-pumped the air.

Ever since the dream, your mind had been annoyingly filled with sappy, daydream thoughts you swore you would never have.

You kept imagining Riki showing up at just the right moment, brushing your hair behind your ear like it was nothing, or running straight to you after winning a game, eyes only on you.

It was unbearable.

You wanted to pull your hair out. His smile haunted you. No matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else, he kept slipping into your thoughts. Quietly, constantly. Everything reminded you of him. And the worst part was, you couldn't decide if you hated it or didn't mind at all.

The rest of the school day was spent pretty unproductively. 

You found yourself staring blankly at the whiteboard, your mind wandering far away, eyes drifting out the window in a zoned out dazed. For the first time your notebook had been barely written in, only a few absent-minded scribbles scattered across the pages. You just kept eyeing the clock, waiting for the bell to ring.

When the final bell rang, you dragged Minju with you toward the field.

"I'm warning you now, you're gonna get insanely sweaty," you grumbled over your shoulder as you pushed open the gate.

Minju just waved you off, unfazed and clearly used to your attitude. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Both of you walked past the field and climb up the bleachers. Settling down, onto the hard metal. Minju leaned forward, scanning the field.

"Gosh they all look the same from up here." She muttered. The boys were little figures scattered across the diamond, pinstriped uniforms blending together, their caps and helmets making them indistinguishable from one another.

"You get used to it," you said, nodding toward the far end of the field. "See the boy standing near the dugout? That's Jake."

Minju squinted, focusing on the familiar figure. "Okay, yeah, I see him."

You scanned the field a little longer, eyes searching until you spotted another familiar figure. "Ah! There at home plate. He's up to bat right now." You pointed at the boy tapping his bat against the dirt, readying for his swing.

Minju raised an eyebrow. "No way. Nishimura?" She looked over at you. 

You blinked at her confused. "Riki?" You replied.

"Oh girl, everyone and their mama is up on him." She grimaced as she tugged at her collar, the heat starting to make her sweat. 

You frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

"He's like, the heartthrob of his grade. Everyone wants him." Minju shakes her head in disbelief. "He's infamous!"

Your mouth parted slightly, words caught somewhere between disbelief and surrender. Just when you'd finally convinced yourself it was okay to be vulnerable, to let the idea of love in, even a little, it had to be with someone completely out of your league.

You, who had buried yourself in your studies, who barely understood love and had practically shut out any sense of a social life, found yourself liking Riki.

Riki. The attractive, outgoing, and now to your knowledge, a wildly popular athlete.

You just stared at Minju, mouth agape.

"Well, that's the end of that," you said with a small, defeated smile, folding your hands together as you tried to compose yourself.

Minju shook her head furiously and grabbed your shoulders. "You never know!" she whispered yelled.

"Don't even try to convince me," you groaned, waving your hands to fend her off.

And just like that, it was over. The abrupt, awkward rush of a high school crush. Sure, you liked him, but you weren't the type to ever admit it aloud. Your ego was too fragile to even think about chasing after him.

True to your word, you promised yourself you'd never let a boy distract you from your studies.

At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Every night, you'd toss and turn in bed, your head filled with thoughts of Riki. You yearned for his touch, the sound of his laughter, and all the little moments you hadn't even experienced yet but already craved.

Eventually, just to distract yourself, you started choosing the long, blistering walk home over staying for practice.

Jake scolded you relentlessly, groaning and nagging you to wait for him. He had no idea why you stopped hanging around, no clue why you shut yourself in your room whenever Riki was around, or why you began avoiding him at school altogether.

Because Riki was always right next to him, stuck at his side, shoulder to shoulder.

Years passed, and the struggle was worth it. You had long graduated high school now, leading your class with a nearly perfect GPA and making it to a great school in a competitive major. You were pretty damn proud of yourself.

Your weeks were filled with hard work and lectures, but when you could, you weren't afraid to let a little loose now. In contrast to your high school self, you let yourself have flings and unserious relationships. You felt finally free from invisible chains that kept you lovesick.

Your weeks were packed with demanding lectures and nonstop work, but when the chance came, you weren't afraid to let loose. Unlike your high school self, you allowed yourself to enjoy casual flings and unserious carefree relationships. You felt finally free from the invisible chains that kept you lovesick.

You dormed on campus, your roommate a sweet girl who didn't mind your busy schedule. 

Jake occasionally dropped by, checking in with his usual mix of teasing and concern. "Not up to anything bad, no?" He'd stand in the door way, arms crossed. 

You'd roll your eyes but smile, assuring him you were fine. Jake would just smirk, but when he informs you he saw you at a house party at one AM, he'd knuckle into your skull cause you had lied to him.

This time he showed up at your door again, but with a completely different objective.

"Well, seriously this time, I think you should come to this party," Jake said, leaning against the doorway yet again.

Your roommate peered over, curious. "The Zeta party?" Jake nodded.

"Yeah, those are pretty notorious. You should go." She grinned, clearly impressed.

Your eyes darted between the two of them. "Okay, I get it, but why would you want me to go?" You raised an eyebrow, jabbing a finger into his chest. 

He chuckled, pushing his hair back. "Riki transferred here. He's going too. Thought you might want to see him again since it’s been so long."

You stared at your brother, mouth hanging open. "What?"

Jake mirrored your expression, lips jutting out in mock judgment. "What?"He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms as he studied your reaction.

"Nothing. I'll see, shoo." you said, waving him off as you started closing the door.

The corner of Jake's lips tugged upwards. "Let me know!" he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

You stared at the closed door. There's no way you're going to that party. 

You whipped around to your roommate, who was deep into her laptop. "Do you know when's the party?" You asked, sitting on your bed, bringing your knees up to your chest. 

She looked up, brows furrowed in thought. "Probably Saturday? If I had to guess." She shrugged.

"I can totally go to other things." You sighed, chin resting on your knees.

You weren't sure how you ended up at the familiar chain-link fence, but here you were on Friday night, leaning against the cold, stinging metal. Your gaze drifted over the empty field, the sunset long faded away. 

Your eyes lingered at the empty home plate, your imagination filling the empty space with the figure of a blonde boy digging his bat into the dirt, just like you'd seen so many times before. You stood there in silence, memories flooding back of the countless afternoons spent on those bleachers, enduring more than you ever wanted to.

You had to admit, the crush had been foolish. You barely knew him, barely talked, barely even tried to pursue him. So why did he hold such a tight grip on your heart?

It was unexplainable.

All the fleeting flings and brief romances since then hadn't filled the ache inside your chest.

Somehow, he had taken a small, invisible piece of you. Without even realizing it.

Your gaze lifted, catching a figure out of the corner of your eye. A tall boy approached, duffel bag slung casually over one shoulder. He slipped into the dugout and sank down onto the bench.

You squinted, trying to make out his features in the dim light. His cap was worn backwards, and he dressed simply in a grey cotton t-shirt and black basketball shorts.

You stood there for a long minute, before turning on your heel and walking away.

Riki sat in the dugout, absentmindedly fiddling with the bottom hem of his t-shirt. He had immediately noticed you, the way your elbows leant into the sharp spikes of the fence, your gaze fixed blankly on the empty field. 

From a distance, he watched quietly, the weight of his duffel bag heavy in his grip, rattling with bats and baseballs. Something about the way you looked tugged at him. But he stayed still, hesitant.

Though Riki had quit baseball after high school, the game remained important to him. Even with the pressures of college bearing down on him, he always found time to unwind in the batting cage. Swinging away stress and shaking off worries. 

But when he saw you standing there, so different from the person he once knew, a new kind of nervousness gripped him. His throat tightened, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

He looked up one more time, and you were leaving. Back turned towards him, figure disappearing farther into the distance. Yet he sat frozen, fingers digging into his thighs, unable to pick himself up to go after you.

Saturday morning, your phone buzzed relentlessly beside your pillow. You couldn't be bothered to look. Your head was buried deep under the blanket, muffling the world outside.

The buzzing wouldn't quit. With a groan, you finally reached out, fingers fumbling until you grabbed the phone and flipped it toward you. Minju's name lit up the screen. You ran a hand through your messy hair, then sat up, pressing the phone to your ear.

"What?" You murmured half awake, voice laced with exhaustion.

"We're going to that party tonight."

"No we're not." You mumble, falling back against your sheets.

"We have to!" Minju whines, and you can practically see her pleading face through the phone.

"I don't want to. Can't we go to any other party?" you groan, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to revisit your past.

"Why would you want to go anywhere else? Please, I'll even buy you meals for the next week." Minju begged, desperation spilling out with each word.

"Whatever! Fine! Just don't do anything stupid." You agree, exasperated.

You can hear Minju celebrate over the phone, telling you to look your best tonight and how amazing it's going to be. You can only sit there in silence, knowing who you'd end up trying to look for tonight.

You ended the call with a huff, finally dialing Jake.

The frat house was packed to the brim—bodies pressed close, sweat mingling in the thick, warm air, shoulders bumping, you did your best to keep your drink in the cup.  You leaned back against a counter, watching Minju fiercely focused on playing beer pong. 

You took a small sip, the sharp burn of alcohol catching your tongue. "Fuck. I can not do these little sips anymore," you muttered, sticking your tongue out slightly in mild disgust.

"Want to take shots?" A light voice murmurs next to you.

You glance over, surprised to spot someone you hadn't noticed before. "Jay!" You smile, putting your cup down. 

Jay had been a good friend. Someone you'd grown close to in college, someone easy to talk to, laugh with, lean on. And every now and then, you and him would blur the line between friendship and hookups. 

"Hey, glad to see you here." A smile tugs at his lips as his hand slides onto your waist, steady but not too tight, grounding you in the crowded room.

"You haven't talked to me in weeks," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "Left me high and dry." Goosebumps ripple across your skin. 

"Because we're not serious, Jay," you reply softly, a small smile playing on your lips as you gently push his forehead away from your neck.

He hummed, pulling back and reluctantly leaning against the counter again.

"Haven't you found others to keep you busy?" you teased, picking up the shot he'd poured. Jay smirked, his tone shameless. "You know that girl from our O-Chem class? Hot as hell."

You downed the shot, the burn chasing down your throat as you gave him a smirk.

"I figured." You always noticed the way he looked at her.

Riki stood quietly near the edge of the crowd, his grip tightening around his solo cup until the plastic bent in on itself under the pressure of his fingers. Music pulsed through the house, but all he could hear was the pounding in his ears.

Jake had mentioned earlier, too casually, that he'd finally convinced his little sister to come tonight. And ever since, Riki's heart hadn't let him breathe right.

His eyes weaved through the crowd, stumbling students and people hooking up. His eyes landed past the beer pong game, finally finding you.

He watched you closely. He watched the way you half-smiled into your cup, pretending to enjoy whatever was inside, the way your shoulders tensed just slightly, like you didn't quite like being in the chaos around you.

Then he saw the boy.

The way he slipped an arm around your waist, leaning in to whisper something against your ear. Riki's brows pulled together, a crease forming in the center of his forehead. His jaw clenched, lips pressing into a thin, unreadable line.

You'd changed. Grown up. The version of you in his memory felt miles away now, soft and distant. Fading. His breath caught when he watched the guy tilt another shot toward your lips, and something inside him snapped. Sharp. Possessive. Aching.

Before he could think twice, his feet moved on their own, cutting through the crowd with quiet urgency.

You and Jay burst into laughter as Minju launched the ping pong ball with horrible form. It bounced off the table and rolled away, her hands thrown up in defeat. Jay crossed his arms in amusement, letting out mild laughs. You swatted at Jay's shoulder, still laughing when she somehow missed again.

But then Jay went quiet.

You turned your head, expecting another sarcastic remark, only to find him standing face to face with someone else. Your smile faded instantly. Your body stiffened.

It was Riki.

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the noise of the party seemed to mute itself.

His hair, once blonde, was now darker, messy strands falling into his face. He was taller, broader. There was weight to him now. The soft boyish charm you remembered had been replaced with something sharper. More grown. More real.

And it completely knocked the breath out of you.

"You know him?" Jay mused, eyebrow raised in quiet curiosity. You licked your lips, suddenly aware of how dry your mouth had gone. Your eyes flickered to the side as you hesitated.

"Yeah," you murmured, the word slipping out more shyly than you intended.

Riki's gaze swept over you, lingering briefly on the length of bare thigh your outfit revealed. His eyes met yours again. Intense, unreadable, but softened by something almost.. desperate.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked quietly, voice barely audible over the music.

You stared at him, trying to piece together the look in his eyes. It was too tangled to pull apart. Hurt, longing, maybe even regret.

You stared at him, before nodding incredulously. 

Jay shoved his hands in his pockets, watching without a word as Riki pulled you away,

Riki led you outside, the cold breeze fanned your hair. You weren't sure if the goosebumps rising along your arms came from the wind or from him. His hand wrapped around your wrist, warm and steady. It wasn't a forceful grip, but it was enough to make it clear. 

He didn't want you slipping away. 

"Where are we going?" you asked, breath catching slightly as your legs worked to keep up with his hurried pace.

"I don't know," he muttered, voice low and raw.

He came to an abrupt stop, turning to face you. His eyes found yours, and for a moment he looked like he wanted to say something more. Something honest and heavy.

"I'm acting out of impulse," he admitted, gaze dropping to the pavement between you.

Riki wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He didn't know where he was leading you, what exactly he wanted to say, or why it suddenly felt unbearable to see you laughing beside someone else. 

All he knew was that he had to get you out of there, away from the noise, the crowd, and whatever that party had stirred inside him. The way you looked at him, eyes sparkling in curiosity, it was driving him insane.

You weren't any better. Your carefully built walls were already cracking, your thoughts racing with every unspoken word you'd buried for years. You were seconds away from confessing all the quiet truths you'd never dared to say out loud.

Your facade was finally breaking.

The two of you stood in the stillness, Riki's hand still wrapped around your wrist. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

"I need to get something off my chest," you said softly, voice trembling just enough to betray your nerves.

Riki didn't speak. He just stood there, watching you, his expression unreadable, his silence loud, but your heart pounded even louder.

"I've been in love with you. For so long."

The words spilled out, and for a moment, you felt the air still between you. Your eyes met his, your voice steadier now even as your pulse quickened.

"I've always loved you. It's always been you. In my dreams, in the back of my mind, the one I look for in a crowd."

You didn't dare blink. Every word made you feel more exposed, like peeling back every layer you had carefully built over the years.

Riki's hand loosened its hold on your wrist. His mouth parted, breath catching in his throat, but no words came out.

He looked stunned, like he'd just been handed something fragile and wasn't sure how to hold it.

Riki stared at you, completely still. The silence stretched for a beat too long, your breath hitching as your own words echoed in your head. Before you could confess anymore, he pulled you in, embracing you. 

Your chest hit his,he wrapped you tightly in his arms. His sweater was warm against your skin, his cologne subtle but familiar, grounding you in the moment. His hand cradled the back of your head, gently pressing your cheek to his chest. You could hear the faint rhythm of his heartbeat, unsteady and erratic.

He rested his chin lightly on top of your head, his voice low and close.

"It's been nothing but the same for me," he whispered. "I'd search for you in the halls, in the bleachers. You've been haunting my memory for so long."

His hand ran slowly up and down your back, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt. "I missed you so much," he breathed. "I liked everything about you, ____ and even if I only watched from afar back then, I can't lie and say I didn't think about you every single day."

He pulled back just enough to see you again. His eyes were glossy, glinting under the dim light as they searched your face, then drifted down, lingering like he was memorizing every inch of you in case he lost you again.

You grasped Riki by the collar, pulling him down onto your lips.

Riki's hands quickly slid down, pulling you in by the hips. You had given him a soft kiss, testing the waters. 

When Riki had no hesitation chasing another kiss, you let your pent up desperation take over. He kissed you with a fervor that made you stumble, hands tight on your hips, afraid to ever let go.

Your senses filled with him, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, his woody cologne, his hands on you. Your fingers combed through the back of his hair, holding onto the nape of his neck.

Pulling away breathlessly, Riki looks you wide in the eyes. In a hushed tone, he whispers.

"Don't tell your brother."

As soon as his apartment door closes, he has you pressed against the kitchen counter. Riki's hands rest alongside you, caging you against him. He presses open mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands working your dress off, further trailing kisses to your collar bone. 

Your breath came out in uneven rags, chest heaving as Riki presses his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs, pulling them apart.

"You know, even your silhouette drives me crazy." He groaned, watching you through lustful, half lidded eyes as he lowered himself level to your damp panties. You stared at him below you, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.

This is the last thing you could have imagined happening tonight. It was like a dream come true for you. The yearning and fantasizing, none of it could prepare you. 

The counter was cold against your thighs and the air conditioner blew freezing air on your skin. Yet you were unbearably hot, sweat running down your back. Your nervousness was more visible than anything else.

"Is this your first time?" Riki whispered, licking his lips dubiously. "No." You mumbled, shaking your head. He nodded, pulling the fabric against your core aside, your stomach fluttered. 

"You're okay?" He rested his cheek against your knee, reading your face. You could only nod eagerly, unable to form any words.

Riki leans in against your heat, gaze flicking upwards to you, pressing his tongue flat against you. Your body slightly jerked against his mouth, hand flying to his head. 

His arms are wrapped tight around you, holding you down from squirming. He hummed against you, tongue sending vibrations that had you tossing your head back, your grip in his hair tightening.

Riki tosses your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wider for him. He lapped against you like a starved man. You cried his name, grinding yourself against his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit just right. 

He watched, pupils blown wide. He loved seeing you fall apart on his tongue, choked gasped and whines every time he licked into you just right.

"P-please, Riki. I need you." You begged breathlessly, holding tightly onto his shoulders to ground yourself. Your mind was white with bliss, barely able to grasp reality. 

"Do you?" Riki hummed, continuing to mercilessly eat you. Your hips trembled against him, core tightening with each lick.

He pulled away, glancing up at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat shone down your body, eyes glassy. Your breath came out in broken gasps, chest heaving as you mumbled about how good it felt. 

Riki was tight against his own pants, a tent forming in his blue jeans. He sucked in a breath before standing up and facing you.

"You're so beautiful like this." He whispered against your neck, his hands fiddling to take off his belt. You hooked your fingers into his waistbands, pulling his underwear down along with his jeans.

He sprung out, hitting back against his stomach. His cock stood tall against his body. His tip was a flushed red, glistening with his arousal. He gulped as you took it into your hand, adam's apple bobbing.

You watched him bite his lip as you stroked him, his restraint barely intact. he rested his forehead against your shoulder, small breaths shuddering against your skin as you tugged.

His knuckles turned white against the counter.

"Fuck, I can't take it." He groaned against you, slipping his arms beneath your legs and scooping you up.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your lips, messily licking into your mouth. He carried you to the couch, dropping you back against the cushions.

He quickly lifts his shirt over his head, revealing skin you never thought you'd see. You eyed him up and down, eyes roaming his bare skin.

"Don't look at me like that." Riki laughs, pushing his hair out of his face. You can't help but smile, pulling him down to kiss you. "It's impossible not to." You laughed against his lips.

Riki kissed you with raw passion, all the tension throughout the years finally dissolving. His urgency and temptation changed into tenderness and warmth. His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing into your skin. 

His fingers reach in-between you and him, pressing down onto your folds.

You sucked in your breath, pulling away from his lips as soon as you felt the pressure of his fingers. Each press of the pad of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through your body.

Hands hooked around his shoulders, you begged him, "Please just put it in already." 

You catch your lip in-between your teeth. Riki loudly exhales through his nose, trying to hide an amused chuckle. He pulls his fingers away from you. "Sorry baby." His lips forming a soft smirk as he looks down.

He presses his dick down with his thumb, lining himself up with your entrance. 

As soon as he presses himself in, you let out a hiss through your teeth.

Riki glances at you, his hands firm on your waist. Your nails dig into his back as you endure the painful sting. "Don't move." You murmur, closing your eyes. Riki's chest rises and falls, staring between the two of you. 

"You're sucking me in, so fucking tight." His eyebrows furrow as he struggles to not just sink himself into you entirely.

He slowly thrusts into you, pushing your waist down into the cushions. 

You grip onto him like a lifeline, he filled you up exactly the way you needed, yet you could barely handle it. 

"You're doing so good." Riki leans down, mumbling against your skin, his words are burning hot against you. 

You let out a low moan when he suddenly pistons his hips into you with enough force for his tip to brush your cervix.

Soon with enough comfort and rhythm, Riki has himself buried in you to the hilt, snapping his hips with more force each time you cried for more.

He looks at you with nothing but love and effort, his concentration evident as strands of hair stuck to his forehead, sweat beading on his brow.

You cry under him, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your hands tug at his hair, his lips swallowing any moans slipping out your mouth. 

When Riki notices the way your eyes roll back when he thrust in a certain way, he doesn't stop. He repeatedly rams into that sensitive spot that has you gasping and mewling his name.

He watches you sprawled on his couch in awe, the pleasure making him sigh as he sinks into you.

"Not as innocent as i remember, hm?" Riki teases between pants. He watches the way you take him in, eyes shamelessly glued to your pussy. You claw into his biceps, feeling the hard rigid muscle.

"I'll make you feel so much better than all the guys before me." He whispers with a smug smile, the pad of his finger suddenly pressing down onto your clit.

A startled gasp slips out of you, your hands flew to his wrist. "Fuck Riki, m' going to come." You curse, closing your eyes. 

Riki hums. "Make a mess, baby, all over me."

He leans down to press a wet kiss on your collarbone. You silently scream when you feel the tension in your stomach finally snap, legs trembling as you grip onto Riki so hard you could bruise him.

Riki fucks you through it, his release practically right behind yours. Soon enough he's buried all the way in you, dick twitching as he repeatedly curses, holding you close to him.

The room is silent. 

You and Riki try to catch your breaths. Riki's limp body laid on yours, chest heaving with each exhale. His body was hot against yours, both of your skin sticky from sweat. 

You wrapped your arms around him, threading your fingers in his hair, the smell of his shampoo wafting to your nose. His arms wrapped strongly around your back, his nose buried into the crook of your neck.

"You're such a good fuck." You laugh softly, looking down at him. "Mhm. I told you." He mutters. "I love you." You whisper to him, slightly hesitant.

Riki looks up. He pauses, but then smiles wide at you. "I love you more."

"Jake." You call, your elbow leaned against his bedroom door. It was summer yet again, and you and Jake returned home.

The sunlight barely peeked through the curtains, your brother's room dim and warm. Jake was still peacefully asleep in his bed.

"What!?" He groans, folding his pillow over his ears. 

"Riki said he's coming over, get your shit cleaned up." You answered, rolling your eyes. 

"What? Whatever." He answers half awake, turning his back towards you. 

"Don't say I didn't tell you so." You turn your heel, walking away.

Jake mumbles something incoherent, groaning again when he knows you didn't close his door.

You're in the kitchen making yourself breakfast when the door bell rings.

You put down the box of cereal and speed to the door, reaching for the knob. Swinging the door open, you're met with a familiar figure.

Riki looks down at you, hands shoved in his pockets, a grin spread across his face.

"Miss me?" He asks in a hushed tone. "So much." You smile. You turn around, analyzing the empty house. 

"Gimme a kiss. Quick."

It was a risk, kissing your brother's best friend while he was home. You knew Jake would put a hand over Riki's chest and forcefully cut in between you and him. But he wasn't just Jake's best friend to you anymore. It was a risk you were willing to take, what were the chances of him waking up now?

Riki raises his eyebrows, eyes darting back and forth past you. "Jake's asleep." You reassure him.

Riki's hands slip around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"Close the damn door-" Jake's words cut heavy through the air.

You and Riki's eyes go wide in horror, quickly pushing each other away.

"The hell?" Jake stands in the hallway, somewhat awkward. His face is unreadable as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Riki, eyebrows furrowing as his mouth gapes open.

"Do you guys have something to tell me?" Jake steps forward, purpose in his stride. Time seems to stretch as you and Riki exchange panicked glances, words failing you as you stumble over your responses, hands waving awkwardly. 

"Why my sister?" He asks, turning towards him.

"I love her." Riki answers, voice unwavering. 

"Trust me when I say this, I've been in love with her for so long Jake. She means the world to me and I've spent so long trying to hide my feelings, but I can't. She's gorgeous and that's the least interesting thing about her." Riki suddenly confesses, eyes widening.

You and Jake lock eyes, both caught off guard. His grip on your wrist eases as he steps back slightly. "At least tell me how long has this been going on?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, his voice gentler now.

You looked at Riki, and then back at Jake. "I've liked him since baseball practice."

Jake looks at you dumbfounded, eyes full of confusion.

"Oh for god's sake, whatever!" He rolls his eyes, outstretching his arms as he turns around. "I'm going back to bed." He calls out, walking back to his bed room.

You and Riki stand at the door, dumbfounded and puzzled looks upon your faces. He looks back down at you as Jake disappears. 

Riki pulls you gently into his embrace, resting his chin on your head. "Does that count as approval?" he murmurs softly into your hair. You smile against him. "I'd guess so."

-

Fin.

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First fic flopped but it’s okay we persevere on 🙂‍↔️,

had strong thoughts about Jake as a ceo’s son so get ready for a Jake au cuties ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

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Dreams with a Baseball Player .☘︎ ݁˖ N. RK

ᯓ★ “But we have conversations, in my head.” - Faye Webster

Synopsis: With no ride home, you find yourself waiting at your older brother's baseball practices. There's not much to entertain yourself with, until you can't keep your eyes off a certain boy. The twirling of his bat, the squinting of his eyes, and his reoccurring laughter, you can't help but find yourself looking for him. No matter how much you thought, stared, even dreamt of him, you'd never confess your random obsession. Years pass and you're convinced your fixation has faded, but has it really?

Genre: Brother’s bestfriend, fluff, nsfw (mdni! 18+)

Word count: 7.7k words

[note] : lol the pacing on this is HORRIBLE. This is my first public work!! Thank you for reading, although it’s not my best I’m somewhat proud of it. I’ll definitely be getting better in the future! :)

The sun was sweltering, the heat clung to you like an uncomfortable sweaty second skin.

You couldn't help but scowl, irritation hung in the air. 

You sat in the burning metal bleachers of the baseball field.

Every last thing was getting under your skin, your ears were filled with constant hollering and the dinging of metal bats, your clothes were damp and stuck to your skin, and the sun shone so intense you could barely hold your eyes open. Trying to scroll on your phone was useless, the Wi-Fi connection was pathetic this far out from the school.

You had no other choice. Without a ride home, you were stranded in these bleachers until your older brother finished practice. 

The small amount of sleep you got cramming for AP Bio was starting to come back for you, drowsiness tugged heavily on your eyelids, your body sluggish with every move.

You wanted nothing more than to be in your comfy bed, in clean, cool sheets, fresh out of the shower.

Yet here you were, melting in the bleachers. 

With a frustrated grunt, you hauled your backpack onto the bleachers, muttering a string of half hearted curses under your breath. You've made the executive decision, sleeping through practice was your only option.

Dropping onto your back, you rest your head against your backpack, attempting to sleep despite the sun shining through your eyelids.

Soon enough heavy footsteps come up towards you, the loud clanking of metal against cleats inching closer to you.

You crack a eye open to find Jake staring down at you in amusement, hands on his hips. 

"Ready to go?" Jake raises a eyebrow with a smile.

"About damn time." You mutter, sitting up and rummaging through your bag.

You pulled out a water bottle and tossed it to your brother. He effortlessly catches it with a single hand as he slings his bag over his shoulder, whispering a thanks before chugging it down.

Jake led the way down to the field, weaving through a couple other teammates packing up.

He's talking nonsense about how great of a brother he is for taking you home. He nodded at himself in approval, as if he deserved some sort of medal. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You're mid-bicker with him on the way to the exit gate, but a sudden voice cuts out into the air right as you and Jake pass the infield. 

"Hey we'll be here for the rest of the week Jake!" a blonde boy smiles from the pitcher mound, waving his catcher's glove high in the air. 

"Alright! I'll be there." Your brother cheerily grins, waving back. 

Your jaw drops and you groan. "No! That'll mean I have to be here for the whole week!" You protest.

Jake glanced back at you with a smirk as he unlocked the gate.

"Should have found a different ride."

Everyday after school, you find yourself trudging back to the baseball field like clockwork. It's become routine now.

At least now you came prepared.

You packed snacks, slathered on sunscreen, and kept an ice cold water bottle with you at all times.

If you were going to be stuck out there, you'd at least try to make it better.

Eventually, you gave up on trying to entertain yourself and just watched the practices. It wasn't exactly thrilling, but enough to keep you somewhat amused. You didn't know much about baseball, just the basics from chaotic elementary kickball games. 

So you just watched Jake, watching him practice his swings and sprinting to different bases with a focus and motivation you only saw outside of home. 

But you noticed the same blonde boy always kept close to him, always walking in step with him and pitching the ball for him. 

They laughed together constantly, faces scrunching up in joy. You watched him curiously, noticing the way he pushed his bleached hair back before putting his cap back on, the way he casually spun his bat around before he swung, the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled.

Soon enough you found yourself constantly looking for him at each practice, eyeing his far figure on the field.

It didn't take too long for your brother to notice either.

A couple practices later Jake stood in front of you, arm outstretched awaiting a water bottle. 

"Why are you always looking at him?" Jake's eyebrows knitted as he threw his head back, chugging the water. 

"Who?" You tilt your head in confusion as you stood up. 

"Riki." Jake wipes the water dribbled on his chin with the back of his hand. 

You slowly shake your head back, silently telling him you had no idea what he was talking about. 

Jake rolls his eyes before whipping his head over to the field, finger pointing down at the blonde boy. "The guy you keep goggling at." he scoffs. 

"It's not that obvious." You mutter, walking past him down the steps. Jake follows behind you.

"Oh, it so is." he chuckles.

High school wasn't exactly what you expected. 

It just happened to be everyone being reckless teenagers. Full of poor decisions, lovesick kids, and impulsive moments where nobody really thought things through. It wasn't unusual for people to get caught up in each other, even if they were blindly just following their heart.

Except you scowled every time your best friend gushed about her new delusional crush, rolled your eyes at every couple that held hands in the halls, and pursed your lips at anything you found unbelievably cheesy.

You couldn't help but find it all stupid, sure that every relationship in high school led no where and was a waste of time. Watching couples repeatedly crash and burn only proved you right, you never fantasized about a relationship. 

Instead, you buried yourself in school work, deciding to only concern yourself with things you considered beneficial for you.

It wasn't until you were sat at your desk late at night, scribbling away at math equations illuminated by the soft glow of your laptop, that you finally found yourself marveling at the idea of love.

Stumped on a certain problem, you stared at the wall, too tired to think any further. Your mind replayed today's events instead.

You thought about what your best friend Minju was telling you about.

How the boy she liked had scribbled in her notes, held her bag, and walked her home the day before.

You chuckled at the idea of someone doing that for you, shaking your head and letting out little laughs.

You dragged your hands down your face, you were convinced it was the exhaustion starting to take over. You seriously needed to clear your head.

You came out of your room in search of a glass of water, scratching your head as you made your way to the kitchen.

Your brother sat at the kitchen island, his face scrunched in confusion as he studied a packet.

Beside him, sat the same blonde boy from the baseball practices. You froze, eyes darting back and forth between the two.

Riki had on a grey knit sweater, sleeves pushed up to his forearms. Thin silver glasses low on his nose. He twirled a thin mechanical pencil between his fingers as he tapped the paper, explaining something to Jake. 

You stood frozen in the doorway, watching the scene in silence.

Something about it, the calm focus in Riki's voice, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke, the casual spin of the pencil made your stomach twist in a way you couldn't quite name.

Jake sat slouched, his fingers scratching the nape of his neck. He shook his head in frustration. "I'm not catching on at all." He shut his eyes in defeat.

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been staring.

Riki's eyes flicked up at you, catching you lingering between the hallway and the kitchen.

"Hey." He politely nodded towards you, his hair was down, a little messy, falling in his eyes. 

Jake turns around, finally noticing you.

"Oh, hey. We're just studying." he said casually, waving a hand toward the open notebook between them. 

You nodded, suddenly aware of the way you looked.

Your hair unbrushed, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and dressed in a mismatched pajama set you hadn't thought twice about.

Heat crept up your neck as you crossed your arms loosely over your chest,

"I'm just gonna grab a glass of water." You mumble, voice thick with sleepiness. 

Jake stretched his arms overhead with a yawn. "Think you could help us out with this after?"

You raised a brow, halfway to the sink.

Riki raises his eyebrows, "Seriously? Asking your younger sister for help with this? This is stuff people in our grade can barely understand." he asks amused. 

Jake scoffed. "She'll definitely get it, Dude, she's a total nerd." Jake suddenly starts, leaning forward. "In fact this year, she's taking multipl-"

You slam your hand down on the counter, cutting him off mid sentence.

Both of them were startled. 

"That's enough now." You smiled a too sweet smile, eyes closed in a quiet warning.

Jake raised his hands in surrender, grinning sheepishly. Riki glanced between you both curiously.

Riki watched with a small, amused smile as you explain a chemistry problem almost perfectly to your brother, despite being half awake and clearly out of it.

Your intelligence wasn't the only thing that caught his attention though. 

He eyed you up and down as you stood between him and Jake, noticing the subtle, sweet scent of your shampoo.

His gaze lingered on the strands of hair that kept falling into your face, which you didn't bother to fix, too busy balancing equations.

He watched the way you bit your lip when you focused, the slight change in your tone when you caught an attitude with Jake, a mix of tired sass and natural confidence.

He wasn't sure when, but somewhere between the formulas and your muttered sighs, Riki realized he was looking at you a little differently.

Riki smiled down at his paper as you finished up your explanation and mumbled something about heading back to your room.

Just before you left, he caught one last breath of your perfume. Soft, warm, and distracting.

"Gosh, she's so annoying," Jake groaned, tossing his hands in the air dramatically.

Riki chuckled under his breath. "I don't think so."

His eyes drifted past Jake's shoulder, lingering on the now empty hallway where you'd just been, a quiet curiosity settling in his chest.

The moment you slipped out of their line of sight, you gripped the fabric on your chest, your eyes wide as you let out a sharp exhale. Your heart was racing, pulse thudding loud in your ears.

You were starting to lose it, and you knew exactly why.

That night, you lay sprawled across your bed, one leg kicked out from under the blanket, dangling off the edge. Your arms were tossed in whatever position felt vaguely comfortable, your body heavy with exhaustion.

You stared up at the ceiling, unfocused, while your thoughts wandered.

The idea of love, of having someone to lean on, someone who just got you. It kept nudging at the edges of your mind. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, you admitted to yourself. Maybe letting someone in wouldn't mean losing yourself.

Still, no matter how noisy your thoughts got, the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids was stronger.

You drifted off before your mind could wander any deeper into that unfamiliar, dangerous kind of wanting and fantasizing.

Except you still did.

It was all a hazy blur, soft and warm, like sunlight through half-closed blinds.

A familiar smile.

A boy walking beside you down the hallway, carrying your things with casual ease. A flash of blonde hair as he knelt down to tie your shoelaces, his laugh echoing somewhere just out of reach.

You had dreamt of him.

You woke up slightly off put, feeling like you had just lost something you never knew you needed. You'd just lost something you hadn't even realized you were holding onto.

A quiet ache settled in your chest.

You clung to the memories, desperate to hold onto the way it felt. You had to remember. You couldn't let the dream slip away. Not when it felt so right.

With a frustrated groan, you turned over and shoved your face into the pillow, wishing you hadn't woken up at all.

"So what?" Minju exclaimed, throwing her hands up, eyes wide with excitement. "It doesn't matter if he's your brother's bestfriend!"

Your eyes widened in horror. "Of course it does!" you hissed, slapping a hand over her mouth before she could continue.

She muffled a laugh against your palm. She honestly couldn't have been any louder if she tried.

Minju takes a hold of your wrist, pulling your hand off her mouth.

"Well, in your case, it doesn't. You barely ever talk about love, let alone like a guy. Dreaming about a guy? Definitely serious and should not be ignored." She says, lifting up her index finger in a triumphant tone.

You wanted to bury yourself behind the textbook you were reading, you were sure by now the whole library had practically heard your business.

"Listen," Minju said, leaning in with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye.

"How about this? I come with you to their practice after school, and you point out who it is."

She raised her eyebrows, nudging your elbow eagerly. "Hm? Hmm?"

You bit your lip, nerves twisting in your stomach. Every part of you screamed that this was a terrible idea.

"Fine." you muttered, reluctantly nodding.

"Yes!" Minju fist-pumped the air.

Ever since the dream, your mind had been annoyingly filled with sappy, daydream thoughts you swore you would never have.

You kept imagining Riki showing up at just the right moment, brushing your hair behind your ear like it was nothing, or running straight to you after winning a game, eyes only on you.

It was unbearable.

You wanted to pull your hair out. His smile haunted you. No matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else, he kept slipping into your thoughts.

Quietly, constantly. Everything reminded you of him. And the worst part was, you couldn't decide if you hated it or didn't mind at all.

The rest of the school day was spent pretty unproductively. 

You found yourself staring blankly at the whiteboard, your mind wandering far away, eyes drifting out the window in a zoned out dazed.

For the first time your notebook had been barely written in, only a few absent-minded scribbles scattered across the pages.

You just kept eyeing the clock, waiting for the bell to ring.

When the final bell rang, you dragged Minju with you toward the field.

"I'm warning you now, you're gonna get insanely sweaty," you grumbled over your shoulder as you pushed open the gate.

Minju just waved you off, unfazed and clearly used to your attitude. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Both of you walked past the field and climbed up the bleachers, settling down onto the hard metal.

Minju leaned forward, scanning the field.

"Gosh they all look the same from up here." She muttered.

The boys were little figures scattered across the diamond on the field, pinstriped uniforms blending together, their caps and helmets making them indistinguishable from one another.

"You get used to it," you said, nodding toward the far end of the field. "See the boy standing near the dugout? That's Jake."

Minju squinted, focusing on the familiar figure. "Okay, yeah, I see him."

You scanned the field a little longer, eyes searching until you spotted another familiar figure. "Ah! There at home plate. He's up to bat right now."

You pointed at the boy tapping his bat against the dirt, readying for his swing.

Minju raised an eyebrow. "No way. Nishimura?" She looked over at you. 

You blinked at her confused. "Riki?" You replied.

"Oh girl, everyone and their mama is up on him." She grimaced as she tugged at her collar, the heat starting to make her sweat. 

You frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

"He's like, the heartthrob of his grade. Everyone wants him." Minju shakes her head in disbelief. "He's infamous!"

Your mouth parted slightly, words caught somewhere between disbelief and surrender. Just when you'd finally convinced yourself it was okay to be vulnerable, to let the idea of love in, even a little, it had to be with someone completely out of your league.

You, who had buried yourself in your studies, who barely understood love and had practically shut out any sense of a social life, found yourself liking Riki.

Riki. The attractive, outgoing, and now to your knowledge, a wildly popular athlete.

You just stared at Minju, mouth agape.

"Well, that's the end of that," you said with a small, defeated smile, folding your hands together as you tried to compose yourself.

Minju shook her head furiously and grabbed your shoulders. "You never know!" she whispered yelled.

"Don't even try to convince me," you groaned, waving your hands to fend her off.

And just like that, it was over. The abrupt, awkward rush of a high school crush.

Sure, you liked him, but you weren't the type to ever admit it aloud.

Your ego was too fragile to even think about chasing after him.

True to your word, you promised yourself you'd never let a boy distract you from your studies.

At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Every night, you'd toss and turn in bed, your head filled with thoughts of Riki. You yearned for his touch, the sound of his laughter, and all the little moments you hadn't even experienced yet but already craved.

Eventually, just to distract yourself, you started choosing the long, blistering walk home over staying for practice.

Jake scolded you relentlessly, groaning and nagging you to wait for him.

He had no idea why you stopped hanging around, no clue why you shut yourself in your room whenever Riki was around, or why you began avoiding him at school altogether.

Because Riki was always right next to him, stuck at his side, shoulder to shoulder.

Years passed, and the struggle was worth it. You had long graduated high school now, leading your class with a nearly perfect GPA and making it to a great school in a competitive major. You were pretty damn proud of yourself.

Your weeks were packed with demanding lectures and nonstop work, but when the chance came, you weren't afraid to let loose. Unlike your high school self, you allowed yourself to enjoy casual flings and unserious carefree relationships. You felt finally free from the invisible chains that kept you lovesick.

You dormed on campus, your roommate a sweet girl who didn't mind your busy schedule. 

Jake occasionally dropped by, checking in with his usual mix of teasing and concern.

"Not up to anything bad, no?" He'd stand in the door way, arms crossed. 

You'd roll your eyes but smile, assuring him you were fine. Jake would just smirk, but when he informs you he saw you at a house party at one AM, he'd knuckle into your skull cause you had lied to him.

This time he showed up at your door again, but with a completely different objective.

"Well, seriously this time, I think you should come to this party," Jake said, leaning against the doorway yet again.

Your roommate peered over, curious. "The Zeta party?" Jake nodded.

"Yeah, those are pretty notorious. You should go." She grinned, clearly impressed.

Your eyes darted between the two of them.

"Okay, I get it, but why would you want me to go?" You raised an eyebrow, jabbing a finger into his chest. 

He chuckled, pushing his hair back.

"Riki transferred here. He's going too. Thought you might want to see him again since it’s been so long."

You stared at your brother, mouth hanging open. "What?"

Jake mirrored your expression, lips jutting out in mock judgment. "What?" He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms as he studied your reaction.

"Nothing. I'll see, shoo." you said, waving him off as you started closing the door.

The corner of Jake's lips tugged upwards.

“Let me know!" he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

You stared at the closed door. There's no way you're going to that party. 

You whipped around to your roommate, who was deep into her laptop.

"Do you know when's the party?" You asked, sitting on your bed, bringing your knees up to your chest. 

She looked up, brows furrowed in thought. "Probably Saturday? If I had to guess." She shrugged.

"I can totally go to other things." You sighed, chin resting on your knees.

You weren't sure how you ended up at the familiar chain-link fence, but here you were on Friday night, leaning against the cold, stinging metal.

Your gaze drifted over the empty field, the sunset long faded away. 

Your eyes lingered at the empty home plate, your imagination filling the empty space with the figure of a blonde boy digging his bat into the dirt, just like you'd seen so many times before.

You stood there in silence, memories flooding back of the countless afternoons spent on those bleachers, enduring more than you ever wanted to.

You had to admit, the crush had been foolish. You barely knew him, barely talked, barely even tried to pursue him. So why did he hold such a tight grip on your heart?

It was unexplainable.

All the fleeting flings and brief romances since then hadn't filled the ache inside your chest.

Somehow, he had taken a small, invisible piece of you.

Without even realizing it.

Your gaze lifted, catching a figure out of the corner of your eye.

A tall boy approached, duffel bag slung casually over one shoulder. He slipped into the dugout and sank down onto the bench.

You squinted, trying to make out his features in the dim light. His cap was worn backwards, and he dressed simply in a grey cotton t-shirt and black basketball shorts.

You stood there for a long minute, before turning on your heel and walking away.

Riki sat in the dugout, absentmindedly fiddling with the bottom hem of his t-shirt.

He had immediately noticed you, the way your elbows leant into the sharp spikes of the fence, your gaze fixed blankly on the empty field. 

From a distance, he watched quietly, the weight of his duffel bag heavy in his grip, rattling with bats and baseballs.

Something about the way you looked tugged at him. But he stayed still, hesitant.

Though Riki had quit baseball after high school, the game remained important to him.

Even with the pressures of college bearing down on him, he always found time to unwind in the batting cage. Swinging away stress and shaking off worries. 

But when he saw you standing there, so different from the person he once knew, a new kind of nervousness gripped him. His throat tightened, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

He looked up one more time, and you were leaving. Back turned towards him, figure disappearing farther into the distance.

Yet he sat frozen, fingers digging into his thighs, unable to pick himself up to go after you.

Saturday morning, your phone buzzed relentlessly beside your pillow. You couldn't be bothered to look. Your head was buried deep under the blanket, muffling the world outside.

The buzzing wouldn't quit.

With a groan, you finally reached out, fingers fumbling until you grabbed the phone and flipped it toward you.

Minju's name lit up the screen. You ran a hand through your messy hair, then sat up, pressing the phone to your ear.

"What?" You murmured half awake, voice laced with exhaustion.

"We're going to that party tonight."

"No we're not." You mumble, falling back against your sheets.

"We have to!" Minju whines, and you can practically see her pleading through the phone.

"I don't want to. Can't we go to any other party?" you groan, rubbing your temples.

The last thing you wanted was to revisit your past.

"Why would you want to go anywhere else? Please, I'll even buy you meals for the next week." Minju begged, desperation spilling out with each word.

"Whatever! Fine! Just don't do anything stupid." You agree, exasperated.

You can hear Minju celebrate over the phone, telling you to look your best tonight and how amazing it's going to be.

You can only sit there in silence, knowing who you'd end up trying to look for tonight.

You ended the call with a huff, finally dialing Jake.

The frat house was packed to the brim, bodies pressed close, sweat mingling in the thick, warm air, shoulders bumping. You did your best to keep your drink in the cup. 

You leaned back against a counter, watching Minju fiercely focused on playing beer pong. 

You took a small sip, the sharp burn of alcohol catching your tongue.

"Fuck. I cannot do these little sips anymore," you muttered, sticking your tongue out slightly in mild disgust.

"Want to take shots?" A light voice murmurs next to you.

You glance over, surprised to spot someone you hadn't noticed before.

 "Jay!" You smile, putting your cup down. 

Jay had been a good friend. Someone you'd grown close to in college, someone easy to talk to, laugh with, lean on.

And every now and then, you and him would blur the line between friendship and hooking up.

"Hey, glad to see you here." A smile tugs at his lips as his hand slides onto your waist, steady but not too tight, grounding you in the crowded room.

"You haven't talked to me in weeks," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "Left me high and dry."

Goosebumps ripple across your skin. 

"Because we're not serious, Jay," you reply softly, a small smile playing on your lips as you gently push his forehead away from your neck.

He hummed, pulling back and reluctantly leaning against the counter again.

"Haven't you found others to keep you busy?" you teased, picking up the shot he'd poured.

Jay smirked, his tone shameless. "You know that girl from our O-Chem class? Hot as hell."

You downed the shot, the burn chasing down your throat as you gave him a smirk.

"I figured." You always noticed the way he looked at her.

Riki stood quietly near the edge of the crowd, his grip tightening around his solo cup until the plastic bent in on itself under the pressure of his fingers.

Music pulsed through the house, but all he could hear was the pounding in his ears.

Jake had mentioned earlier, too casually, that he'd finally convinced his little sister to come tonight. And ever since, Riki's heart hadn't let him breathe right.

His eyes weaved through the crowd of stumbling students and people hooking up.

His eyes landed past the beer pong game, finally finding you.

He watched you closely. He watched the way you half-smiled into your cup, pretending to enjoy whatever was inside, the way your shoulders tensed just slightly, like you didn't quite like being in the chaos around you.

Then he saw the boy.

The way he slipped an arm around your waist, leaning in to whisper something against your ear.

Riki's brows pulled together, a crease forming in the center of his forehead. His jaw clenched, lips pressing into a thin, unreadable line.

You'd changed. Grown up. The version of you in his memory felt miles away now, soft and distant. Fading.

His breath hitched when he watched the guy tilt another shot toward your lips, and something inside him snapped. Sharp. Possessive. Aching.

Before he could think twice, his feet moved on their own, cutting through the crowd with quiet urgency.

You and Jay burst into laughter as Minju launched the ping pong ball with horrible form. It bounced off the table and rolled away, her hands thrown up in defeat.

Jay crossed his arms in amusement, letting out mild laughs. You swatted at Jay's shoulder, still laughing when she somehow missed again.

But then Jay went quiet.

You turned your head, expecting another sarcastic remark, only to find him standing face to face with someone else.

Your smile faded instantly. Your body stiffened.

It was Riki.

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the noise of the party seemed to mute itself.

His hair, once blonde, was now darker, messy strands still falling into his face.

He was taller, broader. There was weight to him now. The soft boyish charm you remembered had been replaced with something sharper. More grown. More real.

And it completely knocked the breath out of you.

"You know him?" Jay mused, a single eyebrow raised in quiet curiosity.

You licked your lips, suddenly aware of how dry your mouth had gone. Your eyes flickered to the side as you hesitated.

"Yeah," you murmured, the word slipping out more shyly than you intended.

Riki's gaze swept over you, lingering briefly on the length of bare thigh your outfit revealed.

His eyes met yours again. Intense, unreadable, but softened by something almost.. desperate.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked quietly, voice barely audible over the music.

You stared at him, trying to piece together the look in his eyes. It was too tangled to pull apart. Hurt, longing, maybe even regret.

You stared at him, before nodding incredulously. 

Jay shoved his hands in his pockets, watching without a word as Riki pulled you away,

Riki led you outside, the cold breeze fanned your hair.

You weren't sure if the goosebumps rising along your arms came from the wind or from him.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, warm and steady. It wasn't a forceful grip, but it was enough to make it clear. 

He didn't want you slipping away. 

"Where are we going?" you asked, breath catching slightly as your legs worked to keep up with his hurried pace.

"I don't know," he muttered, voice low and raw.

He came to an abrupt stop, turning to face you. His eyes found yours, and for a moment he looked like he wanted to say something more. Something honest and heavy.

"I'm acting out of impulse," he admitted, gaze dropping to the pavement between you.

Riki wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He didn't know where he was leading you, what exactly he wanted to say, or why it suddenly felt unbearable to see you laughing beside someone else. 

All he knew was that he had to get you out of there, away from the noise, the crowd.

Whatever that party had stirred inside him. The way you looked at him, eyes sparkling in curiosity, it was driving him insane.

You weren't any better.

Your carefully built walls were already cracking, your thoughts racing with every unspoken word you'd buried for years.

You were seconds away from confessing all the quiet truths you'd never dared to say out loud.

Your facade was finally breaking.

The two of you stood in the stillness, Riki's hand still wrapped around your wrist. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

"I need to get something off my chest," you said softly, voice trembling just enough to betray your nerves.

Riki didn't speak. He just stood there, watching you, his expression unreadable, his silence loud, but your heart pounded even louder.

"I've been in love with you. For so long."

The words spilled out, and for a moment, you felt the air still between you. Your eyes met his, your voice steadier now even as your pulse quickened.

"I've always loved you. It's always been you. In my dreams, in the back of my mind, the one I look for in a crowd."

You didn't dare blink. Every word made you feel more exposed, like peeling back every layer you had carefully built over the years.

Riki's hand loosened its hold on your wrist. His mouth parted, breath catching in his throat, but no words came out.

He looked stunned, like he'd just been handed something fragile and wasn't sure how to hold it.

Riki stared at you, completely still.

The silence stretched for a beat too long, your breath hitching as your own words echoed in your head.

Before you could confess anymore, he pulled you in, embracing you. Your chest hit his, he wrapped you tightly in his arms.

His sweater was warm against your skin, his cologne subtle but familiar, grounding you in the moment.

His hand cradled the back of your head, gently pressing your cheek to his chest. You could hear the faint rhythm of his heartbeat, unsteady and erratic.

He rested his chin lightly on top of your head, his voice low and close.

"It's been nothing but the same for me," he whispered. "I'd search for you in the halls, in the bleachers. You've been haunting my memory for so long."

His hand ran slowly up and down your back, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt.

"I missed you so much," he breathed. "I liked everything about you, ____ and even if I only watched from afar back then, I can't lie and say I didn't think about you every single day."

He pulled back just enough to see you again.

PHis eyes were glossy, glinting under the dim light as they searched your face, then drifted down, lingering like he was memorizing every inch of you in case he lost you again.

You grasped Riki by the collar, pulling him down onto your lips.

Riki wasted no time.

Riki's hands quickly slid down, pulling you in by the hips. You had given him a soft kiss, testing the waters. 

When Riki had no hesitation chasing another kiss, you let your years of pent up desperation take over.

He kissed you with a fervor that made you stumble, hands tight on your hips, afraid to ever let go.

Your senses filled with him, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, his woody cologne, his hands on you. Your fingers combed through the back of his hair, holding onto the nape of his neck.

Pulling away breathlessly, Riki looks you wide in the eyes. In a hushed tone, he whispers.

"Don't tell your brother."

As soon as his apartment door closes, he has you pressed against the kitchen counter.

Riki's hands rest alongside you, caging you against him. He presses open mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands working your dress off, further trailing kisses to your collar bone. 

Your breath came out in uneven rags, chest heaving as Riki presses his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs, pulling them apart.

"You know, even your silhouette drives me crazy." He groaned, voice laced with the slightest amount of desperation.

He watched you through lustful, half lidded eyes as he lowered himself level to your damp panties.

You stared at him below you, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.

This is the last thing you could have imagined happening tonight. It was like a dream come true for you. The yearning and fantasizing, none of it could prepare you. 

The counter was cold against your thighs and the air conditioner blew freezing air on your skin. Yet you were unbearably hot, sweat running down your back.

Your nervousness was more visible than anything else.

"Is this your first time?" Riki whispered, eyes concerned as he licked his lips dubiously.

"No." You mumbled, shaking your head whilst looking away.

He nodded, pulling the fabric against your core aside, your stomach fluttered. 

"You're okay?" He rested his cheek against your knee, reading your face. You could only nod eagerly, unable to form any words.

He held you like you were fragile, fingers careful against your skin, every move calculated.

Riki leans in against your heat, gaze flicking upwards to you, pressing his tongue flat against you.

Your body slightly jerked against his tongue, hand flying to his head. 

His arms are wrapped tight around you, holding you down from squirming.

He hummed against you, tongue sending vibrations that had you tossing your head back, your grip in his hair tightening.

Riki tosses your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wider for him.

He lapped his tongue against you like a starved man. You cried his name shamelessly, everything about it was blissful.

You grinded yourself against his mouth, his defined nose bumping against your clit just right. 

He watched, pupils blown wide. He loved seeing you fall apart on his tongue, choked gasps and whines every time he licked into you just right.

"P-please, Riki. I need you." You begged breathlessly, holding tightly onto his shoulders to ground yourself. Your mind was white with bliss, barely able to grasp reality. 

"Do you?" Riki hummed, continuing to mercilessly eat you. Your hips trembled against him, core tightening with each lick.

He pulled away, glancing up at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat shone down your body, eyes glassy. Your breath came out in broken gasps, chest heaving as you mumbled about how good it felt. 

Riki was tight against his own pants, a silent battle he fought with himself whilst pleasuring you, a tent forming in his blue jeans.

He sucked in a breath before standing up and facing you.

"You're so beautiful like this." He whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your sweaty skin, his hands fiddled to take off his belt.

You hooked your fingers into his waistbands, pulling his underwear down along with his jeans.

He sprung out, hitting back against his stomach. His cock stood tall against his body.

He was bigger than you thought, eyes slightly widening as you took in his length.

His tip was pale and flushed red, contrasting the dark cotton of his sweater, the tip glistening with beads of his arousal.

He gulped as you took it into your hand, adam's apple bobbing.

You watched him bite his lip as you spit against your palm, using it immediately to stroke him. His restraint was barely intact.

he rested his forehead against your shoulder, small breaths shuddering against your skin as you tugged.

His knuckles turned white against the counter, eyes shutting tight the longer you continued to jerk him off.

"Fuck, I can't take it." He groaned against you, slipping his arms beneath your legs and scooping you up.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your lips, messily licking into your mouth. He loved the way you tasted, he kissed you as if to make up for the years he had spent without you.

He carried you to the couch, dropping you back against the soft cushions.

He quickly lifted his shirt over his head, revealing skin you never thought you'd see. You eyed him up and down, eyes roaming his bare skin.

He was built, muscular arms with abs so clearly defined.

You drooled a little.

"Don't look at me like that." Riki laughs, pushing his hair out of his face.

You can't help but smile, pulling him down to kiss you. "It's impossible not to." You laughed against his lips.

Riki kissed you with raw passion, all the tension throughout the years finally dissolving. His urgency and desperation changed into tenderness and warmth.

His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing into your skin, hands still so careful.

His fingers reach in-between you and him, pressing down onto your folds.

You sucked in your breath, pulling away from his lips as soon as you felt the pressure of his fingers. Each press of the pad of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through your body.

He pressed soft kisses against your collarbone, humming.

Your hands hooked around his shoulders, you begged him, "Please just put it in already." You catch your lip in-between your teeth.

Riki loudly exhales through his nose, trying to hide an amused chuckle. He pulls his fingers away from you. "Sorry baby." His lips forming a soft smirk as he looks down at your slit.

He presses his dick down with his thumb, lining himself up with your entrance. 

As soon as he presses himself in, you let out a hiss through your teeth.

Riki glances at you, scanning your expression, his hands firm on your waist. Your nails dig into his back as you endure the painful stretch he gave you.

"Don't move." You hiss, closing your eyes. Riki's chest rises and falls, staring between the two of you. 

"You're sucking me in- so fucking tight." His eyebrows furrow as he struggles to not just sink himself into you entirely.

He slowly thrusts into you, pushing your waist down into the cushions. 

You grip onto him like a lifeline, he filled you up exactly the way you needed, yet you could barely handle it. 

"You're doing so good." Riki leans down, mumbling against your skin, his words are burning hot against you. 

You let out a low moan when he suddenly pistons his hips into you with enough force for his tip to brush your cervix.

Soon with enough comfort and rhythm, Riki has himself buried in you to the hilt, snapping his hips with more force each time you cried for more.

He looks at you with nothing but love and effort, his concentration evident as strands of hair stuck to his forehead, sweat beading on his brow.

You cry under him, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your hands tug at his hair, his lips swallowing any moans slipping out your mouth. 

When Riki notices the way your eyes roll back when he thrusts in a certain way, he doesn't stop. He repeatedly rams into that sensitive spot that has you gasping and mewling his name.

He watches you sprawled on his couch in awe, the pleasure making him sigh each time he sinks into you.

"Not as innocent as i remember, hm?" Riki teases between pants. He watches the way you take him in, eyes shamelessly glued to your pussy. You claw into his biceps, feeling the hard rigid muscle.

"I'll make you feel so much better than all the guys before me." He whispers with a smug smile, the pad of his finger suddenly pressing down onto your clit.

A startled gasp slips out of you, your hands flying to his wrist. "Fuck Riki, m' going to come." You curse, closing your eyes. 

Riki hums. "Make a mess, baby, all over me." He leans down to press another kiss on your shoulder.

You silently scream when you feel the tension in your stomach finally snap, legs trembling as you grip onto Riki so hard you could bruise him. Your body arches against him, mouth hung open in pleasure.

Riki fucks you through it, his release practically right behind yours.

Soon enough he's buried all the way in you, dick twitching as he repeatedly curses, holding you close to him.

The room is silent. 

You and Riki try to catch your breaths. Riki's limp body laid on yours, chest heaving with each exhale.

His body was burning hot against yours, both of your skin sticky from sweat. 

You wrapped your arms around him, threading your fingers in his hair, the smell of his shampoo wafting to your nose.

His arms wrapped strongly around your back, his nose buried into the crook of your neck.

"You're such a good fuck." You laugh softly, looking down at him. "Mhm. I told you." He mutters.

"I love you." You whisper to him, slightly hesitant.

Riki looks up. He pauses, but then smiles wide at you. "I love you more."

"Jake." You call, your elbow leaned against his bedroom door. It was summer yet again, and you and Jake returned home.

The sunlight barely peeked through the curtains, your brother's room dim and warm. Jake was still peacefully asleep in his bed.

"What!?" He groans, folding his pillow over his ears. 

"Riki said he's coming over, get your shit cleaned up." You answered, rolling your eyes. 

"What? Whatever." He mutters half awake, turning his back towards you. 

"Don't say I didn't tell you so." You turn your heel, walking away.

Jake mumbles something incoherent, groaning again when he knows you didn't close his door.

You're in the kitchen making yourself breakfast when the door bell rings.

You put down the box of cereal and speed to the door, reaching for the knob. Swinging the door open, you're met with a familiar figure.

Riki looks down at you, hands shoved in his pockets, a grin spread across his face.

"Miss me?" He asks in a hushed tone. "So much." You smile. You turn around, analyzing the empty house. 

"Gimme a kiss. Quick."

It was a risk, kissing your brother's best friend while he was home.

You knew Jake would put a hand over Riki's chest and forcefully cut in between you and him. But he wasn't just Jake's best friend to you anymore.

It was a risk you were willing to take, what were the chances of him waking up now?

Riki raises his eyebrows, eyes darting back and forth past you. "Jake's asleep." You reassure him.

Riki's hands slip around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"Close my damn door-" Jake's words cut heavy through the air.

You and Riki's eyes go wide in horror, quickly pushing each other away.

"The hell?" Jake stands in the hallway, somewhat awkward.

His face is unreadable as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Riki, eyebrows furrowing as his mouth gapes open.

"Do you guys have something to tell me?" Jake steps forward, purpose in his stride.

Time seems to speed as you and Riki exchange panicked glances, words failing you as you stumble over your responses, hands waving awkwardly. 

"Why my sister?" He asks, stepping in front of you and turning towards Riki, a hand over your chest.

"I love her." Riki answers, voice unwavering. 

"Trust me when I say this, I've been in love with her for so long Jake. She means the world to me and I've spent so long trying to hide my feelings, but I can't. She's gorgeous and that's the least interesting thing about her." Riki suddenly confesses, eyes widening.

You and Jake lock eyes, both caught off guard. His hand guarding you eases as he steps back slightly.

“At least tell me how long has this been going on?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, his voice gentler now.

You looked at Riki, and then back at Jake. "I've liked him since baseball practice."

Jake looks at you dumbfounded, eyes full of confusion. He stands for a moment, scratching his head, wondering if he really wanted to deal with this right now.

"Oh for god's sake, whatever!" He rolls his eyes, outstretching his arms as he turns around. "I'm going back to bed." He calls out, walking back to his bed room.

“Better him than a stranger.” He mumbled.

You and Riki stand at the door, dumbfounded and puzzled looks upon your faces. He looks back down at you as Jake disappears. 

Riki pulls you gently into his embrace, resting his chin on your head. "Does that count as approval?" he murmurs softly into your hair. You smile against him. "I'd guess so."

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Jungwon’s works:

-jw oral (drabble.)

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-Problem Next Door.

Jay’s works:

none yet..

Jake’s works:

-Lots of Love.

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none yet..

Sunoo’s works:

none yet..

Ni-ki’s works:

-Dreams with a Baseball Player.

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