#do u see jake’s veins

[yzzyhee]

love bite — sjy

bf!jake x gf! reader

warnings: established relationship, suggestive (minors dni), kissing/making out?, biting, marking, grinding, hair pulling, petnames (baby) , smallcases written work

wc: 930~

synopsis: your boyfriend’s collarbone makes you give dracula a small run for his money

a/n: i actually wrote for a second time. wow. it had to be done… anyway! genuinely don’t know what i did nor do i want to know anymore 😃 but this is mainly for myself bc i can’t either bite his or my wife’s collarbone so @ja3yun, angel, this one is for you. i wish to do to u what yn did to jakey 🙂‍↕️ or i just want jake idk anymore send help but anyway feedbacks are appreciated 🧛

“stop staring.”

“hm?”

“yn.”

you smile innocently at your boyfriend as he gives you a pointed look. to be honest, you have been staring at him — specifically his collarbone that is currently peaking from under his hoodie.

“can you please focus?”

oh, right. jake’s been trying to explain to you the material from the latest physics class but you seem to lose your focus. and how could you not? his pretty, kind of — definitely — suckable collarbone is just sitting there, waiting for you to bite on… you’re just a girl after all.

“let me bite you.” you say suddenly and for a second your eyes widen, surprised that you actually voiced your thoughts.

jake tilts his head and looks at you with a curious look. you’re not usually the dominant one in the relationship, always letting him to take the lead in your intimate moments.

although his focus should remain on the task at hand, your outburst has diverted him into your way of thinking and now his thoughts are filled of your soft lips on his skin and the way you look at him sends a small shiver down his spine as heat courses through his veins.

he leans back against the headboard of his bed, his hoodie somehow slipping a little further down his shoulder, exposing more of that collarbone you’ve been eyeing so intently.

“you want to bite me?” he asks, voice low, almost teasing.

you bite your bottom lip and nod, feeling confident now that you sense the desire in his voice.

“just a little bit.” you murmur, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips as you move closer to him and let your fingers brush against the fabric of his hoodie, tugging it down more to expose that tempting, just so tempting skin of his.

jake’s breath hitches as he watches you. it’s not like you to be so forward and that contrast between your usual shyness, submissive attitude versus this sudden boldness is making his heart race. he doesn’t stop you when you press your lips to his collarbone, slowly kissing the exposed skin. your teeth graze him without notice and he feels a jolt of electricity run through him.

“yn…” he breathes out, his hands instinctively finding your waist, pulling you closer as your lips work their way along his collarbone. the softness of your lips kissing, tongue peaking out to lick at his skin and the nip of your teeth is driving him insane, each touch of yours going straight to his dick as he feels himself getting hard.

you’re so focused on him, lost in the sensation of his warm skin beneath your mouth that you barely notice the way his hands tighten around you, pulling you into his lap and making you straddle him.

you let out a small gasp, feeling his hard on pressing into your core. his hands make their way to your back, lowering you completely on him.

you detach yourself from his collarbone and move to look at him. your breath halts as you see him looking at you with darkened eyes and slightly parted lips. he drops his gaze on your glossy lips, touching them slowly with his thumb. you part them, biting down on his finger.

his eyes seem to darken even more, his lips crashing against yours, hungry and demanding. his hands find the hem of your shirt and he doesn’t even think twice before he pulls it over your head.

he breaks your kiss to look at you and you suddenly feel a bit shy under his gaze as he’s taking you in, staring as if you’re the beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

you take advantage of him staring at you and you take control to reach the zipper of his hoodie, your fingers brushing against his chest as you pull it down, revealing more of the skin you’ve been craving.

you lean in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, revelling in the way his breath comes in short gasps and the way his grip on your waist tightens.

“baby, you’re driving me insane…” he groans, his voice strained and filled with a kind of desperation that feeds into your ego and makes you start rocking back and forth slowly on him.

you smile at his words, enjoying the effect you have on him. “i like driving you insane.” you whisper against his bone and feeling brave, you give him small kitten licks along it.

he swallows thickly as your kisses move slowly higher, settling on a spot just near his pulse, feeling it pounding. you let your lips part against his skin as you begin to suck gently, your tongue flicking against him and teeth biting into as you work on leaving him with your mark.

jake moans again and bucks himself up into you. the sound spurs you on and you suck and bite a little harder, feeling his heartbeat quicken. as you pull back you’re greeted by the sight of a dark mark blossoming on his skin and you smile in satisfaction.

his hands glide up your back, fingers threading into your flowing hair. with a firm grip, he gently tugs, tilting your head back to expose your neck and the curve of your chest, barely covered by your bra. he leans closer, his warm breath hovering over your skin. his lips graze your collarbone, pressing a slow, lingering kiss before his tongue begins to trace along the delicate ridge.

“my turn to bite," he murmurs with a cheshire-cat grin, and you've never been more grateful for giving voice to your desires.

[sturnlsstuff]

FAMILIAR STRANGER | chapter one

what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

ghostface!chris x enemy!reader

chapter two

— warnings; smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, bratty reader, rough, cursing, blood, use of a knife, mentions of murder, kind of violent???, slow burn lowkey, - english isn't my first language.

— a/n; this is for this person from my inbox who wanted me to do something similar to ghostface!matt but with chris instead. hope u like it xx

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the music was blasting in your ears as you and your bestfriend emma swayed your hips to the beat, surrounded by the hundreds of other people's sweaty bodies. a normal friday evening in the frat house. you were already a little tipsy, always loving the feeling of alcohol in your veins, especially on such occasions.

at some point you felt hands on your waist and the body of a person behind you. looking over your shoulder you see some quite cute guy, so being a single and fun loving person, you started dancing with him, your ass rubbing against his crotch from time to time, his hands roaming all over your body.

it didn't take you long to find yourself in the corner of the hallway, pressed against the wall next to the bathroom, making out with this guy. music here was a bit quieter, there were a lot of couples here doing the same thing as you, it was such a normal thing in a frat. your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, his hands still touching you everywhere, which at some point started to make you feel slightly uncomfortable, but you continued kissing him, telling yourself that you needed to relax.

"fuck, they were right..." the guy mutters against your neck, sucking on your skin, but you didn't want a hickey. definitely not from some random. grabbing his jaw, you lift his head up to meet with his stare. the way he was looking at you, like you were some kind of animal and he was a hunter.

"what?" you frowned, not knowing what he was talking about.

"you know... the rumors..." he mutters, going back to kissing your neck as you freeze. the rumors. rumors that your sick, toxic ex-boyfriend recently came up with. you broke up with him after catching him cheating on you for the hundred time, so you finally left him for good. you weren't upset, there was no tears, you just finally felt... free. as if someone had given you the air back. however, he felt humiliated that you weren't crawling back to him like before, so he told everyone that you were a whore and you were the one who was constantly cheating on him. unfortunately for you, he was the second most popular frat boy, after your even bigger enemy, chris sturniolo. so of course everyone believed your ex and you've been considered a slut for almost a month.

"you really are so easy..." the guy's hands squeezing your ass was what brought you back to reality.

feeling the anger building inside you, you push the guy away from you, glaring at him, "the fuck did you say?"

"he said what everyone finally will see."

with wide eyes, you watch your ex boyfriend jake pushing himself off the kitchen doorway. with a phone in his hand and that disgusting smile on his face, he steps closer to where you and the random guy were standing. you hadn't noticed him before, which made your stomach backflip. you look between the two men in confusion, which makes your ex laugh.

"look, honey... you just proved me right. you really are a slut." jake says and shows you the screen of his phone, with a video of you and this guy making out against the wall, his hands on your waist and then your ass. it looked like you were enjoying it.

that's when it clicks in your head. your ex planned this. he wanted to give people proof that you are the whore he claims you to be. him and that guy were friends and you realized this when they high five.

"you are a fucking dick, jake." the anger and humiliation you felt in that moment, mixed with the alcohol in your veins, make you raise your hand to slap him, but he's faster and grabs your wrist, pushing you back against the wall. there was still that smirk on his face, but his eyes had darkened. you knew that look well, he'd always give you it when you were still together and you didn't do what he wanted.

"watch your goddamn mouth, bitch." he hisses through gritted teeth, his grip on your wrist tightening when you try to free yourself from him and push him away.

"for the record, i started having fun, so if you wanna continue..." the other guy says, stepping closer as well and running his fingers down your neck, causing you to feel nauseous.

"fuck you." you slap his hand away, making both of the guys laugh.

"ah, she really has a filthy mouth. i like it."

"told you," your ex grins, licking his lips and looking at his phone, still holding your wrist tightly. "i think i should send it to everyone at campus. don't you think, honey?"

"don't call me that," you say annoyed, trying to hide the panic that was starting to bubble up inside you. the last thing you wanted was for this video to end up online. you weren't a slut, your ex was the only guy you ever dated or slept with. you had already been over a month after the breakup and today just wanted to have some fun. not necessarily have sex, but just get drunk and make out with someone a little. apparently it was your mistake and now you had to pay for it.

"but it suits you so well," he tilts his head to the side, looking back at your annoyed expression. "you're so sweet. taste so sweet. hey, you should try." jake says to the other guy, who was smiling widely at you, practically eye-fucking you now. it made you feel sick.

"you two are fucking crazy," you say, trying to walk past them and get yourself out of this situation, not even caring about the video anymore. you just wanted to get away from them. the look in their eyes was just so disgusting.

"aww, you're leaving already? look, bro, she wanna leave us." they both block your path, trapping you between them and the wall, the grip on your wrist even stronger, definitely leaving marks.

"let me go," you say, trying to sound confident.

you weren't a fearful, shy person. the total opposite. you held your ground, always saying what you thought and you certainly dealt well with annoying men. for a long time, while in a toxic relationship, you wondered how you with your personality, ended up in such a situation. actually everyone around you were surprised, but now after the broke up, you thought maybe this relationship gave you even more temperament.

but probably even the strongest, independent woman ever would be stressed out with two disgusting drunk men in front of them, who didn't want to let her go.

"nah, we're just starting to have fun..." jake smirks, giving his phone to the guy next to him and now putting both of his hands on your waist, while the other guy takes pictures. you try to push him away, but he was too strong. like a stone.

"didn't she tell you to leave her alone?" you hear a familiar voice.

both guys are pushed away from you by their shoulders, your stare met with the intense blue eyes, scanning your face for a second before turning to the two guys, practically hiding you behind him. you had no idea how did he get here. everyone else on the hallway were too wasted to even notice anything.

"two against one girl? not really gentlemen of you boys." chris speaks up mockingly, glaring at both guys who looked surprised for a second. your ex quickly composes himself and smirks, patting chris on the shoulder. his hand is quickly pushed away, causing him to put his hands up in surrender.

"chris, bro, chill." he chuckles, "we're just having fun. right, honey?" your ex looks at you as you come out from behind chris, your heart finally stops beating so fast. now you were more angry than scared.

"you don't know what fun means, idiot."

"ahhh, see?" he clicks his tongue against his teeth, looking back at chris, "she's just so mean. i definitely can show her what fun means. someone has to put her in her place, bro."

"it's definitely not gonna be you, bro." he says the last word with dripping irony, clearly mocking your ex, his smirk immediately disappearing from his face. "listen, man, i don't have the whole night for your bullshit. i actually don't really give a fuck 'bout your reasons either."

chris speaks calmly, but you can notice his shoulders were a little tense with irritation. you were sure that if his eyes could throw knives, your ex would already be dead.

"'cos there's never a good reason to treat a woman like this." chris takes a step closer to your ex, "ya hear me?"

saying that you were confused was an understatement. chris standing up for you? a really new thing.

"come on, bro, let's go," the other guy who had only been watching the situation until now, finally speaks up, grabbing jake's arm and getting his attention. "there's no point."

"yeah, listen to your little bitch and go," chris says sarcastically, smirking.

your ex narrows his eyes back at chris and points his finger at him, "don't piss me off, bro. i'll let it slide this time, 'cos you don't know her like i do. it's not worth us arguing."

"yeah, you're right," chris tilts his head to the side and clicks his tongue again his teeth. "you ain't worth my time. so get the fuck outta here."

it was clear that your ex' ego got hurt really bad, but the other guy almost dragged him away from you and chris, disappearing somewhere in the crowd of drunk people. meanwhile you were staring at chris in shock.

it was no secret that you two didn't like each other. your bestfriend emma started dating chris's triplet brother matt in your junior year of high school, which is how you met also chris and nick. you were now in college, you and chris's brothers were good friends, hanging out really often, but chris was always more... cold, distant. you don't even know how it really started, just from word to word and arguments started to appear between the two of you. having an attitude was usually getting you into trouble and he was a bit mean too, so you two weren't able to get along. that's how it's always been. chris seemed like he never cared about anything, so you were slightly confused now.

"i'm talkin' to you," his voice brings you back to reality. you blink and frown a little, the intensity of his eyes making you shiver. he looked really calm and almost bored. "y'have some starin' problem? stop doin' that you weirdo."

you clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest, "i didn't need you to play some kind of hero."

"yeah, you're fuckin' welcome by the way," chris scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"i could deal with them by myself..."

"mhm, you were clearly doing a great fuckin' job," he says sarcastically, not believing you. it's not like you didn't appreciate him helping you, but your pride wouldn't let you thank him. "you can show some gratitude by keepin' your mouth shut and not tellin' anyone 'bout all this."

"don't worry, i'm not planning on doing that," now you roll your eyes.

"what was this about anyway?" he asks casually, not sounding even a little interested and causing you to scoff. "none of your business chris," that's all you say and despite your curiosity about why did he help you, you decided to leave and find your bestfriend. as you walked away, chris's eyes never left you for even a second. what you didn't know was that chris was in the bathroom the whole time, and heard everything your ex and his friend said to you. so he knew everything.

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the next day was like a fever dream. not only did you spend the whole day recovering from a terrible hangover, but you also heard some news from tv, that weren't really helping the situation. the ghostface killer who has been terrorizing the city lately has killed another person. your ex-boyfriend.

constant ringing in your ears and that strange feeling, as if something that had been oppressing you for so long had finally let you breathe, were with you the whole day. you weren't able to respond to your friends' messages or think straight, it took you a whole day to even understand that jake was found dead. he was killed. it did make you feel uneasy like someone punched you in the gut, but the more you thought about it, the more you felt surprisingly... calm.

the hours passed and you found yourself constantly thinking about his death, but feeling nothing. you didn't know why you didn't feel anything. you hated jake but at some point he meant something to you. you felt so weird, that you spent the rest of the evening outside walking around, needing to get some air and sort your thoughts out.

you and him were together for almost two years, at first you were completely obsessed with him and his kindness, but then after a while, he showed you his true face, making you hate him more and more with each day. the reason why you didn't leave is just that you were already so used to him, and he'd always manipulate you for thinking that you're gonna be nothing without him.

you knew you didn't love him. you weren't really sure what even love is. if you did love him, you would probably be upset right now, but you aren't. though it made you feel a little ashamed, you didn't even tell your bestfriend that you don't feel anything at all about your ex' death. it'd make people think you're crazy and they already thought you're a slut, so you didn't need more rumors, even if you knew emma wouldn't tell anyone. still you had this thought in the back of your head that maybe she would judge you, which you don't need it, so you stayed silent the whole day.

it was now getting really late, so you decided to come back to your small apartment, that your parents rented for you near the university so that you wouldn't have to share a room with anyone on campus. locking the door behind you, you almost stumble over the random package on the floor. that was definitely not yours. at least you don't remember leaving it here. curious, you grab it and go to the kitchen, turning on the lights and opening the box.

with a frown, you take out a phone, slight streaks on the case and only after a few seconds you realize that it was blood. before you can even process it, your phone rings, making you jump in place and drop that device back into the box.

seeing that it was an unknown number, you ignore it at first. it finally stops ringing, making your attention come back on the random package you got, but then the same unknown caller appears on your screen again.

with an eye-roll, you decide to pick up, "hello?"

"why don't you wanna talk to me?" chris was using a voice moderator so you heard a deep, low voice, you weren't able to recognize.

"who is this?"

"you tell me your name, i tell you mine."

you chuckled, "i don't think so." a small frown appearing between your eyebrows as you turned on the phone from the box. a photo of the car on the lockscreen. a car you recognized.

"don't girls like you watch movies and eat popcorn at such peaceful saturday evenings?"

"girls like me?" you ask dismissively, trying to unlock the phone that you were now sure belonged to jake. "maybe."

"you don't like movies?"

"i do."

"what kind of movies do you watch?" he asks you, just as you type in jake's date of birth and the phone unlocks.

"i don't know... like romance or scary movies..."

"ahh, you like scary movies?" by the tone of his voice you could tell he was smiling right now, "and what's your favorite scary movie?"

"uh, i don't know.."

"you have to have a favorite... what comes to mind?"

you sigh, stopping what you were doing and now focusing more on the conversation, "um... halloween." after a small silence, you add, "you know, the one with the guy in a white mask, who walks around and stalks babysitters?"

"yeaah.."

"what's yours?" you sit down, leaning back in the chair.

"guess."

you think for a moment, trying to remember any other scary movies you've seen. "hmm... 'nightmare on elm street.'"

"is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?"

you nod even if he wasn't able to see you, "yeah, freddy krueger."

"freddy! that's right," the person says, "i like that movie. it was scary."

"yeah, the first one was, but the rest sucked..." you unlock jake's phone again, wondering why and how the hell did you get it.

"soo... you got a boyfriend?"

you chuckle at the question, deciding to continue whatever was going on right now. "why? you wanna ask me out on a date?"

"maybe... do you have a boyfriend?" he repeats his question.

"no," you answer after a moment, feeling almost relieved that you don't have.

"you never told me your name..." he mutters, while you open jake's camera roll and find the video he recorded at the party. your heart is now racing when you click on it.

"why you wanna know my name?" you ask, too lost in thought to realize that this person must have known you already if he was calling you.

"'cos i wanna know who i'm lookin' at..."

this one sentence felt like a punch in the face, finally making you snap back to reality. you stop what you're doing and look around the kitchen nervously, slowly getting up from your seat. after a moment of complete silence, you choke out, "what did you say?"

"i wanna know who i'm talkin' to..." it was like hearing him with one ear, but not really listening. you nervously walk to the kitchen window, closing the blind and heading out into the hall, "that's not what you said..."

he asks, "what do you think i said?" you check the door, gladly seeing it's still locked, which makes you feel a bit relieved.

finally realizing that talking to a stranger while being alone in your apartment wasn't really the best idea, you mutter, "look i gotta go..."

"go?" he let's out a low chuckle, "i thought we were gonna go out."

"nah... i don't think so," checking the door again, you move back to the kitchen.

"don't hang up on me--" but it's too late, you already end the call.

an uneasy feeling washed over your body as you sat back at the table, cursing under your breath, sure that someone was just trying to scare you for fun. you take the phone in your hand again and find the video that jake recorded. after watching it, feeling the same anger you felt at last night's party, you delete the video along with the few pictures, feeling at least slightly better now, but then you find another new one, recorded less than four hours after the incident.

when you click on it you see jake kneeling on his knees, his shirt covered in blood, his lip is split, someone was holding him by his hair, making sure you could clearly see his face.

but it's only when jake speaks up that your body shivers from nervousness, "i'm sorry for..." jake swallows, "being a dick to you while we were together, cheating on you, lying to you and making up rumors about you..."

his head is tilted back even more, someone's grip on his hair definitely painful, you could tell by jake's expression. "i am sorry y/n..."

it was like he was begging for forgiveness. fear in his eyes, pure desperation written all over his face, as if someone had promised him that if he apologized, he would survive. but the person behind the camera just laughs and the video ends, leaving you confused with your heart racing.

a normal person would be sad right now, tears would probably be shed, heart clenching with despair. you know you should feel sorry for jake. but none of this happened. you didn't feel any of those things, just like his life and his lame apology meant nothing to you.

you were aware you're a little crazy, but damn.

you can't even process it properly when your phone rings again. seeing the same unknown caller, you answer angrily, "listen, you asshole, i'm not in a mood for these kind of games—"

"no, you listen. hang up on me again and jokes fuckin' over." you hear his annoyed voice, causing you to shut up. chris on the other side of the phone, takes a deep breath trying not to lose his mind. you would always rile him up with anything. here he was, trying to be nice for once, but you were making it impossible for him.

"the video is f'you," he speaks up again after a moment. "you can post it to embarrass your ex or get revenge, or simply delete it. do whatever you want with it. it's yours."

the video... his words makes you realize that he had to be the one to give you jake's phone. so he was the one to record that video. which means... is he the one who killed him? otherwise how would he know about this?

you decide to take the risk and say weakly, "don't you think killing him was revenge enough?"

you weren't sure. it could've been just your guess, but the silence that followed for a moment convinced you that you were right. "don't you think for what he did to you, it'd never be enough?" he finally responds.

"killing someone is not enough to you?"

chris was aware that you were a hard one, but damn. he had his reasons to do what he did. he always had a reason.

unexpectedly for you, the call ends, leaving you surprised, but it quickly turns into fear when you hear footsteps in the hallway. you weren't paranoid, you checked the door twice and it was locked. you were home alone. however, the floor creaked, meaning the person was closer. on impulse, you jump up from your seat, in the blink of an eye you find yourself behind the kitchen island and grab the first knife you find to defend yourself.

then he enters the kitchen. paralyzed with fear, you look at him, dressed all in black in some kind of robe, a ghostface mask on his face and black gloves in which he held a knife. you were literally petrified.

chris on the other hand was really annoyed by you. no one in this world could get under his skin faster than you, by literally existing. he looks at you, smirking under his mask, seeing you being quiet for the first time in his life. he slowly starts to move, dragging the knife lightly on the kitchen island and grabs jake's phone from the table that you left there in fear.

seeing the ghostface killer you've only heard about in recent months feels unreal. your feet glued to the floor, the anxiety not letting you move as he slowly gets closer. you clutch the knife in your hand as if your life depended on it - because maybe it does, he finally notices it and let's out a low chuckle, now standing in front of you. he tilts his head to the side, watching you closely, the fear in your wide eyes, it makes chris feel things he can't really name. meanwhile you hear only one thing in your mind - are you gonna die just like jake did?

when he slowly takes the knife out of your hand, that's when your brain starts working again, and your sense of survival kicks in. you take a few steps back before sprinting down the hall to the front door, trying to get outside, but it was obviously locked and the keys were nowhere to be found. hearing his footsteps, you panic and run into your bedroom, trying to close the door behind you, but he's faster and puts his foot between them, not letting you do so. you try your best, but he's stronger which makes you eventually give up, taking a few steps back and desperately looking for something to defend yourself with.

chris walks into your room, barely dodging as you blindly start throwing everything you found at him. he curses under his breath, avoiding the flying in his direction things, and in a few steps he's right in front of you, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm behind you, turning you around so now your back was pressed against his chest.

you squeal and try to escape him, which makes him grab your wrist tighter, but he still has the knife and jake's phone in his other hand, so he doesn't have as much control over your body as he should. so when you kick him in the shin, it makes him hiss at the pain and for a moment his grip loosens, letting you escape and run towards the door. though he's faster and grabs your leg, causing you fall to the floor. chris quickly straddles you, pinning both of your wrists above your head with his one hand.

"stay fuckin' still," he says through gritted teeth annoyed, but at the same time impressed that you're fighting back. not like he expected less from you, you were one of the most complicated, independent and crazy people he knew. almost as crazy as him.

fear and adrenaline blocked your logical thinking, so you didn't notice that the killer's voice sounded strangely familiar. chris felt weird shiver going down his spine, seeing and feeling your body under him like this.

but he underestimated you again and due to his moment of weakness, you take the opportunity and raise your knee, hitting his crotch. it wasn't a hard hit since he was still pinning you down, but it was enough for him to let go of your wrists and curse under his breath, which once again you took advantage of. he doesn't even know when you take your legs out from under him and wrap them around his hips, flopping you both over so now he's lying underneath you and you're straddling him. in that moment of confusion he accidentally scratches your arm with a knife, immediately causing blood to flow down your skin from the wound. chris feels his breath hitching in his throat after seeing this. he didn't plan to do that, to hurt you.

though you, still filled with adrenaline, don't let it distract you, and one second your hand is grabbing his ghostface mask, and the next you're seeing his face, clutching the material in your hand. he looks at you with wide eyes, feeling his heart drop.

both of you are too shocked at first to even say anything, so you continue staring at each other in silence, tension growing in the air. neither of you dare to move even an inch. then you finally choke out,

"chris?!"

a/n: okay y'all bear with me, next chapter is gonna be really cool 😋 lmk if y'all like it please

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[spideyriki]

oh man if u could so sub hybrid!hee or jake i’d love u forever … ur kitty jungwon one was so good !!! looking forward to more stuff from ur blog :D

puppy boy!

pairings: sub!jake x dom!reader

c. warnings: hybrid puppy!jake, mommy kink, pegging, drooling, collars, finger sucking + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1.3k+

a. note: i'm so so sorry, anon, for how long overdue this was :(( i hope you like it tho, feedback n reblogs r always appreciated <3

it was late in the night and you were still busy doing your assignments, jake had supposedly gone off to bed hours ago.

"mommy", jake's small voice called out to you, snapping you out of work trance. you hum out confused as you turn around and see jake looking at you, an adorable pout adorning his face and his pretty pink collar still securely around his neck.

"what's wrong, jakey?",

jake's big puppy eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears, his puppy ears laying flat on his disheveled hair. unable to resist, you open your arms to invite jake to sit on your lap. in an istant, jake planted himself on your lap, the sound of his little bell from his collar jingling at how quickly he ran into your lap. despite his tired face, his tail wagged happily as your hand gently ran up and down the small of his back and his face burried in my neck.

"hurts, mommy...", jake whined out quietly.

"what hurts, pup?" you ask, concerned. jake's face flushed and he hid deeper in your neck, as his little puppy ears twitched. jake's hand gently holds your wrist, shyly guiding it down to his crotch and oh.

it was a miracle how you hadn't noticed how hard jake was earlier when he walked into your office, considering the large bulge his pajama shorts were barely covering. you coo at jake before your wrist palmed his covered erection, moving in small circular motions. at your teasing touch, jake lets out a pitiful whimper, subconsciously bucking his hips up into your touch.

"mommy, please fuck me...", jake's pout deepened as he continued grinding into your palm, his tongue mouthing your neck, letting his saliva coat your skin as a purple mark forms there for him to admire after.

you let him continue his ministrations for awhile longer until you notice his hips desperately bucking up into your palm and his hands travelled all over your body until he finally reaches up to squeeze your breast, a whine is ripped out of him as jake feels his orgasm approaching.

"i've barely done anything puppy and you're already such a mess", you taunt.

jake's cheeks flushed a red hue, his drool sliding down your neck, unshed tears brimming at his big puppy eyes and at some point, jake's hips had changed into a humping motion, trying to chase as much friction as possible.

at all the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm, you pull your hand away from his clothed dick, depriving him of his much needed release.

"mommy!", jake cries out. his eyes that were previously closed shut, jutting open to look at up at you as tears threaten to fall.

you quickly shush him and rub up and down his back in an attempt to soothe your puppy. your fingers reach to pull down his pajama pants, jake lifting his hips to help ease you. as the garment is removed, his throbbing cock jumps out, smacking his stomach. his tip an angry red as precum glistened on his slit, a drop of precum gathers and falls down the side of his long length, down a prominent vein. jake bites his lip as your thumb swipes at his slit, gathering his precum on it before bringing it up to your lips to wrap your tongue around the digit, humming out slightly at his taste, your beautiful eyes never once leaving his.

as you release your thumb, you usher jake off your lap. another sad whimper exits your puppy at the loss of your close proximity.

"take off your clothes, pup", you instruct jake as to which he quickly obeys. while jake, hurriedly strips himself, you clear your desk and reach in the drawer drawer to pull out jake's favourite strap.

by the time you turn back to face jake, he's completely nude. his pretty cock standing proud against his stomach, hard and aching. a small smile etches onto your face at jake's eagerness, his tail continuing to wag happily.

your fingers tap the desk once, immediately jake is bent over your desk, his back arched and resting on his forearms, just as you've trained him to.

reaching up, you ruffle his hair, "good boy, jakey", you praise, his ears perking up at the praise as he mumbles a shy thank you.

your hands roam all over his body, stroking from his shoulders to his slim waist before finally reaching his ass. gently you squeeze and massage his cheeks, rubbing the skin softly before your finger circles around his tight hole which flutters around nothing.

slowly, you push a finger in. his hole practically swallowing your digit. gently you gradually add more fingers into jake to stretch him out. as you begin to thrust your fingers into him slowly, jake whines out, rolling his hips back against your fingers.

"mommy, puppy's already streched for you."

a small chuckle leaves you at his desperation. pulling out your fingers, you spit into your hand to lube up your strap.

once you deem your strap ready, your hands circle around jake's slender waist before pushing your large cock into his hole. a moan is ripped out of jake's throat as he feels you deep in him, his body and chest flushing. your body stilled as you waited for jake to adjust to your girth, not even a minute later jake's hips begin to move against you.

your fingers stroke his waist soothingly, as you admire the way his delicate hips move languidly along your cock, struggling to take in your full length. his ass cheeks jump at each of his own thrusts, desperate to feel all of you in him.

"you can go faster than this, can't you puppy?", you coo encouragingly at jake.

multiple whimpers resonate throughout the room as you watch him do all the work himself, his movements fastening.

finally taking pity on jake, you finally begin to thrust into jake. the tip of your cock hitting directly into his prostate, jake lets out a loud cry at the overwhelming pleasure.

your poor baby is a mess by now, big pretty tears rolling down his pink cheeks, a mantra of moans and 'mommy' leaving him. tongue lolling out of his mouth drooling all over himself and your desk as he pants.

"look at the mess your making, baby", reaching forward you shove two fingers into jake's mouth to which he immediately sucks on, gagging slightly as they reach the back of his throat.

at the new angle, your cock reaches into his hole deeper, repeatedly abusing his prostate. despite your fingers in his mouth, it does little to stop your puppy from drooling, his saliva rolling down your arm. muffled moans and whines alongside your groans and the sound of your skin against jake's rings through the room.

jake's throbbing cock hangs heavily between his thighs, droplets of precum falling onto your wooden floors at your hard and deep thrusts. your other finger, reaches up to pinch at his pink nipples, jake mewls around your fingers at the pleasure. more tears are streaming down his pretty face, his mind is only filled with the thoughts of you as you fuck him dumb.

his hands gently pull at your wrist, "mommy please, need to cum!", he hurries out before sucking on your digits once again.

you release his now puffy nipple and reach for his cock, stroking it quickly, in pace with your thrust.

"cum for mommy, puppy. be mommy's good boy."

at your words, your fingers toying with his cock and your cock continuously kissing his prostate, jake moans around your fingers. his back arching beautifully as his cock releases a nearly concerningly large amount of cum, your hand strokes him through his orgasm.

his moans now quietened down to whimpers from the strength of his release, your hips slowing before finally going still. you gently pull out of jake, removing your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting you.

immediately, praises fall out of you. jake lets you manhandle him gently until he's resting on your lap on your chair once again. a comforting hand patting over jake's back while pressing soft kisses wherever you can reach as he rests his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tightly, his tail wagging as he basks in your praise.

©spideyriki 🍉

[glitterjay]

hi can u do overstimulating enha hyung line 🤭

⭒ ovsertimulation, crying, praising, oet names, masturbation and head (m. receiving), denial or orgasm, various orgasms, sub!enha

⭒ c's note: ITS MY PLEASURE

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

heeseung is shaking, spasming as his dick is swollen and red. you're giving him the best head he has ever gotten in his life, but you're also being a menace. every time his moans get a lot higher and when his cock twitches in your mouth, you stop completely. you simply leave his dick with a pop, and he's desperately trying to get you to suck him off again to reach his high. it even comes to the point where he gets so sensitive his body is shaking nonstop, even your breath could make him cum.

jay.exe has stopped working. he's seeing stars on top of his head, his vision a little blurry either from tears or from the amount of rush going through his body at once. you told him he wasnt allowed to cum until you told him so, and he's been a good boy, but god he's about to explode. he's holding to that chair for dear life, the veins in his arms popping due to the amount of force he's using.

jake is a crying and whimpering mess. he has cummed more than twice by now and even two strokes could get him to cum again. he's gasping, hiccuping, begging you to spare him just once. he chokes on his own tears, desperately trying to get away from you and your hands, but he's so drained that all he can do is stay there like a loser.

sunghoon's head is thrown back as he hugs a pillow over it, muffling his sounds. you kept looking at him from your eyelashes as you deep throated his cock. his eyes rolled to the back of his head every time you gagged, and he cummed every time too. he's also crying, but you can't really see it because of the pillow, but you can definitely feel his hiccups through his dick.

© glitterjay | tumblr

[moon7jay]

please teacher heeseung x student reader..? 😩

Teacher heeseung who can't take his eyes off of you in class, gaze pivoted to you and how your skirt sits so temptingly on your plush thighs

Teacher heeseung who maintains eye contact when you smirk at him seductively, inching your skirt up and pushing your chest outwards, just for him to see

Teacher heeseung who doesn't miss your suggestive gestures in class, whether it be getting in trouble on purpose so that he can scold you or standing a little close to him just to look up at him with those seductive doe eyes "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again" But it will. It will happen again and again cuz something about the way he yells or reprimands you has u rubbing your thighs together. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by heeseung

Teacher heeseung who feels his pants tighten when you open your legs wide just to give him a glimpse of your bare pussy under the table, the sight so sinful it makes him ache in his jeans

Teacher heeseung who is aware that what he's doing is wrong but can't help himself from asking you to stay after class, pressing you against the black board, his hips snapping against u at an animalistic pace

Teacher heeseung who is so angry and frustrated, so done with your constant teasing and seduction that he's going harder than you expected. But it turns you on, your pussy leaking juices that drips down both of your thighs and soaks his balls

Teacher heeseung who presses you against every surface in the class, one leg up on the table, bent over backwards, missionary on the floor, mating press against the door-

It doesn't end

Teacher heeseung who is extra mean to you during class cuz he knows you like it, it makes you crave him more, the sex after class becomes more spicy when one of you is mad

Teacher heeseung who cannot get enough of your fresh, young pussy and the way it clenches around his hot, throbbing dick when he's buried deep inside

Teacher heeseung who loves being wrapped in your tight little pussy for hours after class, everyday, sometimes even two times a day when he's pushing you in the storage room between classes and pounding that hot cunt

Teacher heeseung who fucks your mouth like it's your cunt on days when you're on your periods cuz why should he compromise with the pleasure when you're willing to drop to your knees on his single command

Teacher heeseung who doesn't care that you are sore from yesterday, when his dick aches for your pussy he couldn't care less about anything else, taking you right on the classroom floor, groaning and moaning like an animal in heat

Teacher heeseung who passes you in all subjects with good grades, you just need to open your legs and give him your cunt to fuck whenever he wants it

Teacher heeseung who thinks it's all just sex but you have started to fall in love with him, his dick and body being the only thing which occupy your mind

Teacher heeseung who catches up on your obsession with him from the way that you stare at him dreamily during class, or extra efforts that u do such as bringing him lunch and complimenting his smile

Teacher heeseung who finds you cute but needs to put an end to this cuz he can't afford losing his job

Teacher heeseung who breaks your heart in two when he pushes you away and starts actively ignoring you in class, him being the first and only man you had actually fallen in love with left you distraught

Teacher heeseung who starts noticing when u start missing his classes, eventually stopping altogether, your empty chair bugging him in a way that is borderline obsessive

Teacher heeseung who loses his damn mind when he sees you sitting too close to another boy who he recognizes as jake from his class

Teacher heeseung who doesn't feel guilty when he's wrongfully failing jake cuz his veins are filled with nothing but hot anger and disdain. The sight of you smiling at another man driving him up the wall

Teacher heeseung who shows up at your house, finding the perfect opportunity when your parents aren't home, pushing you inside and taking you against the wall

Teacher heeseung who doesn't even prep you or give you a chance to protest before he's slipping inside your warm fuck hole and starts fucking

Teacher heeseung who is spewing filth, his cock hitting your cervix, bumping your womb painfully cuz of how deep he's fucking, reminding you that you belong to him and how he's gonna ruin jake cuz how dare he breathe the same air as you

Teacher heeseung who doesn't stop pounding in your wet heat even though u r begging him to stop, the overestimation getting to your head

Teacher heeseung who fucks you 5 more times in your own house until all you're capable of doing is babbling incoherent words

Teacher heeseung who groans "mine" in your ear before cumming inside of your abused cunt one last time. Marking his territory

[simpjaes]

Who do you think in enhypen has a folder of their own noods? LOL

SUNGHOON 100000000%. I don't fucking know what it is about him but he's so........like artsy without realizing it. like i just know he has a folder of perfectly composed dick pics that he has yet to send to anyone who matters enough to him. ain't no way he doesn't romanticize himself. like i think he looks in the mirror and is like "i feel good today" and will take nudes to hype himself up and save them just in case.

i also think jake has an array of not only nudes, but full on, sound on, cum videos. and i 100% think he sends the same video to multiple people because all he needs is a fucking nut.

i'd argue jay, but i genuinely don't think he'd even take nudes unless prompted, and even then it would be like 3 hours before you get any because he'd probably be a bit of a perfectionist with it. you got jake out here sending dick pics with a monster can next to it for size, meanwhile jay is over analyzing the vein he has running up his cock and the size of his bush and wondering if he should shave it bald or just trim........... heeseung, on the other hand, takes nudes for the hell of it and never intends to send them to anyone unless the situation arises. like.... someone: lemme see that dick heeseung: ok *sends one from months ago, face in full view with a different hair color" im doing it, are u?

on another note, all of them are probably prone to taking current jerk off videos if they're into it enough.

[jakesgoodgirl]

꣑୧ licking sunghoon veins - mdni

you were waiting for sunghoon to come over after his late dance practice, you already done w your night routine, shower done n dinner eaten. sunghoon always comes already feed n cleaned as he wants to spend his entire time for and with you when he comes n not on mundane chores. so as he arrives, he would take off his outside clothes n comes straight to find u in bed, i've missed you princess, he would tiredly say, as he climbs under the blanket. how was practice ? youd asked making him sleepy smile, im so tired, baby, he'd reply, his hands encircling you in a hug, is it okay if we just fall asleep baby ? youll tell me bout your day for breakfast, okay ? he would then add, kissing the top of you head. but as he tells you so, you saw his veiny hands, strocking affectionly your arm skin, slowly turning you on. as he slowly falls asleep, his rubs slowing, you couldn't stop but thinking about his veins full on display. hoonie ? lemme take care of you, you softly whisper as you move away from his grip, straddling his lap, wanting nothing more than to please him. he would just open his eyes, trusting you his whole soul, but still wanting see what you're plotting.

your lips wrapped around his finger, your tongue twirling around his tips, n his tiredness due to the dance practice, made everything feels overwhelming to him he could only close his eyes again, his breath deepening. as you slowly go up, licking his biceps, he'd relax further more and whimper fuck keep going, accepting his sweet fate. as you'd take off his tank top, he'd bring one arm over his face, getting comfortable as he thinks you'd suck him off, but you aren't done w his pretty veins yet. his chest n abs were all soon scared with your bites and saliva, while his dick remain untouched making him buck his hips, in the air, asking for attention. stay patient, sunghoonie, you'd tell him as you're done kissing his v line. please, princess, hed unlikely start to beg.

after taking his sweatpants n boxer off, his dick already hard, you can't help but stare at the full on display veins, that made you like this in the first place. it's not everyday you're in charge, and as he is clearly too tired to do anything, you can have your fun and tease him by only licking up the veins, ignoring his tip. so as you kitty lick his veins, his whimpers would get loud with lots of please y/n or fuck baby, his hips bucking in your hand, precum coming out of his tip. he would lose it when you only kitty lick his tip, forcing your head down as he bucks his hips making you gag, yeaah just like that. he'd keep his hand on your hand, but just resting, liking your dominant side a little. he'd like it so much, he would cum fast, n unannounced, him too tired to form words only hmms n aaaah coming out of his mouth.

notes : i never write anyone else but jake, but i love my @pockettwinzz bby so >< this is literally my first smut ever i'm shitting my pants >___<

[enwrites]

Silly Competitions (s.jy)

pairing: jake x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! (not proofread so sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: established relationship, kinda dom jake, cunnilingus (both male & female), slight power play if you squint, fingering, handjob, riding, creampie, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pls), jake calls reader pet names, slight ass eating i think (lmk if anything is missed!)

synopsis: you and jake bet on a silly competition to see who could overcome the other for a chance at dominance.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: a little something short and sweet while i work on my other pieces ;) been having a bit of jake on my mind and this scenario popped into my head, no pt2 for this one, just short and simple <3 hope u all enjoy~

[ masterlist ]

“Fuck Y/n,” Jake let’s out a groan. He squirms under you as you suck on the head of his dick. There was no way he was going to win this competition. You let him go with a pop, grinning to yourself as you stroke his shaft. Finally this was going to be the day you win.

This was his idea after all. 

Jake had insisted you both have this little competition to see who’d cum first. This was how the two of you ended up in this compromising position— 69’ing. He swore you’d never win anyways. So, he made a bet with you that whoever cums first, gets to do whatever they want to the other. No complaining whatsoever. He knew you’d cave in first, but what he didn't know was how determined you were to win. He tried his hardest to hold back as groans and moans left his mouth like some sort of mantra. 

Your little mouth drove him insane. He felt like he was going to explode any minute now, but he wasn’t going to give up easily. He was taken back to reality as you engulfed more of his length into his mouth, deepthroating him like your life depended on it. 

You wanted nothing more but to be able to take Jake your way for once. You were going to make it your mission to win as Jake always had his way. But he wasn’t going to let up easily. He pulls your ass down, back onto his face, licking from your clit all the way back to your asshole. A moan escapes your mouth, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, your eyes start to tear up. 

If this was any other day, you’d be cumming all over his tongue, riding your high on his mouth. You throw your head back as the pleasures of being eaten out courses through your veins. One thing you couldn’t deny was how amazing Jake was with his mouth, always being able to get you to cum so easily with just his tongue. 

He slaps your ass, pulling you in close as he moans into your cunt lapping up more of your juices, loving the way you perfectly sat on his face. Your body trembles a bit, you feel pure bliss. You bring your head back down to his cock, taking his tip back into your mouth, earning a loud moan from him. You knew his tip was his weak spot. 

“Come on Y/n, y-you know you want to cum so bad, just do it alrea— ahhh fuck,” you cut him off as you twirl your tongue around his tip. He starts to leak. You stroke his shaft, sucking on his head. Jake bucks his hip, making you take more of his cock in. Before you knew it, he sticks his finger into your hole as he leaves little licks on your clit. Groaning onto his cock, you stroke him even faster, hallowing your mouth, sucking his tip harder than before.

The sound of mouths sucking and slurping filled the room accompanied by moans and mewls. You were getting closer and closer to release as Jake inserted another finger into you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. No longer being able to take the immense bubble of pleasure building up within you, you needed to hurry and make him cum first. Jake pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he smirks deviously. He could tell you were getting closer to release. 

“J-Jake please… c-can’t take it anymore … need you to cum already,” you shakily let out, hand lazily stroking him in the moment. Jake chuckles, pulling away from your pussy, taking in the view before him. 

“You need me to cum? Baby you’re dripping… just cum for me already, I know you want to,” he said, you could feel his smirk through his voice. Pulling out of your trance, you spit onto his cock, using it as your makeshift lube, you stroke his shaft painfully slow. It was Jake’s turn to throw his head back muttering a “fuck”, his breathing turning heavy as he felt his climax approaching. Jake wasn’t going to let up easily though.

He wanted to feel your tight cunt around his cock and that was what he was going to get. 

Jake returns his attention back to your pussy as he continues to finger you, your juices dripping onto his face and down his neck. Everything about this being the filthiest he has ever felt and he wanted more. His fingers increase in speed as he feels you clenching around them. He knew you were close.

“Oh my god, Jakey~,” you moan as you practically start to ride onto his fingers. The competition no longer occupies your brain as you shove your ass back into Jake’s face signaling for him to go back to eating you out. Jake happily obliged, taking his fingers out and diving right back into you. He groans as you ride his face. Feeling the way you hump onto his face was enough to get him leaking again.

But that didn’t matter to you. You needed to cum. Jake takes you by surprise as he starts to suck on your clit, devouring every inch of your cunt. 

“Jake! I-I’m gonna cum!” you shout, grinding your pussy into his face harder than ever. He moans into your pussy, never once taking his tongue off of it. With one more grind onto his tongue, your orgasm surges through your body as you let out a loud moan following Jake’s name spilling out of your mouth over and over again like a broken record. You fall limp onto his body, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jake sits up slightly, moving your legs off of his chest, he pulls you into a hungry kiss. He pulls away, giggling at you as your face turns red from embarrassment. 

“Guess I win this time princess,” he cocks a sly grin at you. You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “You gonna be a good girl and ride this cock for me?” Without saying a word, you push the blond boy back onto his back, as you straddle him. Taking his cock into your hands, you rub his tip up and down your slit before sinking down onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet,” he coos at you. You put your hands onto his chest as you start to start to bounce up and down. Jake brings one of his hands up to your waist, gripping your side as his other hand makes his way up to your breast. He gives it a grope, watching you with lust filled eyes.

“God your tits look so good,” he groans, eyes rolling back. Not being able to handle the way your pussy clenches around, he pulls you down onto him as he fucks into you. His hand makes it way to your ass as he gives it a squeeze, pumping himself into you, so hard as the bed frame slams against the wall. You swore the bed was going to break any minute now. 

“Jakey~ please … harder,” you barely managed to let out. Jake pulls you into a messy kiss once more before pulling away, pounding at an animalistic speed into you. Your pussy creams around his shaft as he feels you clenching, suffocating his cock. He was so close. He moves his hand to your waist, holding you into place, your second orgasm brews within you as you can only let out incoherent words and moans.

“C-Cum in me Jakey,” you choked, tears falling from your eyes.

That was enough to drive Jake over the edge. He pounds mercilessly into you, skin slapping against skin. Overstimulated from your first orgasm, you scream as Jake pumps into you, causing you to squeeze around him, cumming all over his cock. He follows suit as you milk his cock, his cum filling you up as he groans out your name.

Slowly pumping in and out of you, he helps you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Your body trembles against him as you fall limp once more. He rolls the both of you over, now above you as he pulls out of pussy, his cum spilling out of your hole. He leans down, leaving kisses down your neck and back up to your mouth. Pulling away, he looks at you with a toothy smile as he starts to laugh. You hit his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him again. 

“Hmm maybe we should have these competitions more often, huh Y/n?” He giggles into your hair, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as well, melting into his hold. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, now are you gonna clean me up or what?” you cock your brow at him as he lets out a defeated sigh, getting up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel.

At the end of the day, Jake would do anything for you. You were his princess after all,  no matter what silly competition the two of you decided to have.

© enwrites // tumblr

[hanlimz]

[midnight thoughts: sunghoon + heart eyes]

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader genre/warnings: fluff ! very cute very suitable 4 all audiences ! / not proofread, povs might be a bit confusing?? it's written in 2nd person/3rd person omniscient but also in hoon's pov kinda?? idk ,, i hope that's able to be understood lolol <///3, also LOVESICK HOON <////3 wc: 0.8k (i could've written more but i liked where this ended) a/n: this goes out to all my hoon stans (ESP my hoon biased moots bc ik there's a lot of u MWAH ILY PLS ENJOY this is my apology for never interacting) / i feel like this is a bit different from my normal writing style so i hope this little ramble-y mess suffices !! <3

park sunghoon is sharp; the slope of his nose is precise and pointed, his skin is even and supple while still resembling a cool block of ice, and the fiery soul of a phoenix reborn from its ashes is hidden away behind his frigid gaze. but, when he's with you—an uncharacteristic spell of heat courses through his veins; the blood under his cheeks seems to boil as they turn an embarrassing shade of vermillion, and the mystic bird is freed as you unlock the cage he has built around his heart. the way you hold him in your hands is gentle, the way you touch him is kind, and the way you kiss him makes him weak.

when he's with you, park sunghoon allows himself the chance to be soft. he melts like the chocolate sandwiched between two cozy graham crackers; his brain turns to mush, his thoughts are blurred at the edges, and his bones feel a bit too much like jello. sunghoon doesn't bother to uphold his "cool guy" reputation when you're around because he knows you prefer the real him—the one that stumbles over his words after seeing you in his clothes, the one that can't make it through watching the titanic without bawling, the one who still tries to cook for you despite almost cutting his thumb off with a mandoline slicer.

a fool, but yours nonetheless.

however, in spite of all this pure adoration sunghoon harbors for you, he still can't manage to will those eight, little letters from his plush lips. they feel too small as they sit and marinate in his mouth; he turns them over with his tongue, running the muscle along each syllable and tasting the overly saccharine residue they leave behind. they're not enough, he thinks, they never will be.

so, until he finds the right words, sunghoon settles for quiet moments like these. a wall of storms is rolling in from the coast; through the open window in the dorm's living room, the refreshing scent of impending rain spreads throughout the space. soft bouts of rumbling thunder become white noise that is almost enough to lull him to sleep, and the weight of your head in his lap evokes a certain peace that settles over every inch of his body. as sunghoon runs his fingers through your hair, he giggles to himself each time you snore on the inhale. there's a patch of drool seeping into the fabric of his joggers, but he can't bring himself to care; to sunghoon, you are perfect—in every sense of the word.

in the darkness, sunghoon's phone illuminates your napping figure; squinting, he sees that the boys have messaged the group chat, but truthfully, sunghoon is far more concerned that the vibrations might startle you out of your slumber. glancing down at you once more, he picks up the device to take a quick look at the messages.

[jake] twenty dollars that hoon's ogling y/n when we get back

[heeseung] do u even have to bet?

[jay] yeah i feel like it's kind of a given at this point

[sunoo] i just hope they're not on the couch .. i'm trying to cast the barbie movie to the tv ://

[jungwon] good luck......where Else would they be??

[niki] as long as they're not sucking face idc.....

[me] ok gross ... we r not Sucking Face u Child y/n's asleep on the couch, so don't be too loud when u get back

[jake] BOOOOO GET A ROOM !!!!!

[sunoo] UGHHH why can't u guys be a cute couple somewhere ELSE??

[heeseung] hoon's too in love ... Obviously

[me] stay jealous losers &lt;3

with a small flick of his thumb, sunghoon switches his phone to do not disturb and places it face down on the arm of the sofa. as he gazes down at you, his eyes are filled with an immeasurable amount of appreciation and fondness and gratitude. he finds solace in the sight of the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest; your deep breaths are a melodious sonata accompanied only by the sound of rain pattering against the living room window. sunghoon feels his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks it's a bit silly just how much of an effect you manage to have on him. he sits with his thoughts, staring at the wall before him; sunghoon ponders heeseung's text, and comes to the conclusion that the elder boy is right.

sunghoon is in love—with you, to be specific.

however, he decides that he's the perfect amount of in love with you.

slowly, the calloused pads of sunghoon's fingers graze over the planes of your face, traveling down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. gently, he traces countless, miscellaneous shapes into your flesh, hoping you can feel each and every one of the triangles and diamonds and hearts in your dreams. tenderly, he tugs the blanket that had slipped down to the taper of your waist back up to your clasped hands. quietly, sunghoon prays to the gods and asks for the courage to voice his emotions, despite knowing that there is no rush—there never is. not with you.

and after a moment, softly, sunghoon tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmurs, "i love you. more than you'll ever know, i love you."

[boredzillenial]

The aftermath of Jake finding out about you and Steven’s night together makes things awkward for everyone. Including the already awkward Marc.

Themes: f!reader, plot building for the future parts 🥰

Word count: 1.7k

A.N.: big thank you to the love show on this series here and in discord. And shout out to @lunar-ghoulie for helping get outta my own head 😘 this is Part 4 to the wider AU series. Check out the previous parts here

“Jake, you don’t wanna know the details.” You gulp as the burn of tequila continues down your throat.

“Oh but I do!” Your roomie grins and pours another shot into your mug.

“It’s gonna take half that bottle before I give deets.” You chuckle, the burning soothing in your belly as you take the second shot. Hoping desperately the liquor will clear away the tendril of shame that coiled in your mind.

Jake takes the bottle from your roomie with a nod and pours another shot into your mug, “Guess we better get you there as quick as we can.” His gaze darkens on yours before he quickly glances at your roomie with a wink.

“Barking up the wrong tree bud, I’m bi but the only man I’d even consider is Timothée Chalamet.” She chuckles and throws back her shot, Jake returns her laugh with one of his own and pours her another.

“And he’s basically a woman, way to stay consistent.” He gives a little cheers and throws back his mug. Wincing as he swallows, his smirk turning flat for a moment as his eyes lock on your neck. “Alright, let’s see the damage.” He waves at you, his best attempt to be nonchalant.

“Omg yes please! Here take this tank top, we’ll turn around.” Your roomie says giddily tossing you one of her black spaghetti strapped tanks. She grabs Jake’s arm and with a tug pulls him around.

You take a shaky breath, pulling off your hoodie and throwing on the tank, acutely aware of the marks across your neck, shoulders, and chest. You glance down to see the twin bites on the inner tender swell of your breasts. “A-alright.” You stammer.

Your roommate stifles her gasp as she claps a hand over her mouth, “ohmygod, girl! Are you okay?” She rushes over and gently traces the purple and red marks across your skin.

“Yeah,” You flash a smile and pull back, “Heat of the moment is all.” You bite your lip as your head grows light, the tequila settling further in your veins.

Jake comes closer, gently touching across your shoulder. His eyes flitting across the hickeys and bite marks. “You sure?” He says softly. You nod. “Good, don’t wanna have to kick my own brother's ass after he just lost his V-card.” He chuckles, but the sound is odd.

The night is full of laughter, cards against humanity and tequila. Eventually it ends with a lingering look and Jake staggering back to his room, your roommate passing out across her bed, and you in an identical position across your own. Your mind flickers with visions of dark brown eyes, Marc’s look of surprise, Stevens pussy-drunk half lidded gaze, and Jake’s that shifted from concern to something else.

You awake with a groan as your phone dings beside your head, then again, and again. “whatthefuck” you growl as you pick up and squint at your phone.

Jake

| Game tonight

| Ur coming

| Marc & I will be by @ 3

You

| how dare u txt me this early after pouring gasoline down my throat 😡

Jake

| I’m out on campus, pickin up bagels otw back in 10, you want anything?

“Hey, psttt.” You whisper/call to your roomie, “Bagel delivery whatdo you want.”

“Sesame, toasted, extra cream cheese.” She groans and tosses her pillow across at you. You tap away her order along with your own.

You

| What game?

Jake

| Hockey, figured since u like it rough that’s ur fav sport right?

You

| u promised no shit after the library!

Jake

| fineee 🙄

| but fr made a friend in eng lit, hockey player. Invited us to a party later tonight so figured we could at least go watch

| u have an ugly sweater?

You

| nope

Jake

| I’ll bring you one of mine, will Venmo u once I get food.

You

| fuck u I’m gonna freeze at some random game - those bagels are ur treat!

Jake quickly delivered the bagels and an atrocious sweater with the words “Get Lit” in bold across the chest, of course there were fucking lights in it.

“You’re joking,” you say flatly as you hold it up.

“Hey I wore that last year, was a big hit.” He waggles his brows, “I’ll be by later!” He waves and heads out.

You take a closer look, clicking on the multicolored lights. The scent of him mixed with whiskey coming off of it faintly. This’ll be interesting…

Hours pass until finally Jake and Marc come by your room. Jake is chatty after a successful day of scoring a new group of people to party with who notoriously have an unending supply of free beer and girls in their house.

“They call ‘em puck bunnies or ice queens? I don’t know but I heard there’s two girls for every guy there.” He shoves Marc playfully.

“And what makes you think the girls looking for a gigantic hockey player to take home are gonna come for either of you two huh?” You tease.

He shrugs, “Odds are in our favor when there’s drunk lonely girls looking for a strong shoulder to fuck.”

“Don’t you mean to cry on?” Marc asks.

“Nope.” He smirks.

You pat Marc on the back, leaning in to mutter “I really don’t know how you deal with that every day.”

Marc’s eyes linger on your mouth for a moment before he snaps his gaze forward, “Me neither.”

Once in the rink Jake splits off to get food and drinks while you and Marc find seats. The rink was only about half full since it wasn’t a play off so you pick a spot up by the glass. You settle onto the cold bench and shiver, “Fuck why didn’t I grab my thicker jacket.”

“I gotcha.” Marc mumbles, pulling a blanket out from his backpack, “as long as you don’t mind sharing.”

“Not at all.” Your face lights up as you grab a corner to tug it over your shoulder and huddle close. Marc’s body heat radiates and despite the delicious warmth you could feel his muscles tensing where you touch. “You alright?”

He keeps his eyes locked on the ice in front of him, on the players stretching and warming up. “Yeah, totally.”

“You gotta work on your lying.” You chuckle, following his line of sight to the players in front him. “Never knew you’re so into athletes.” You smirk and bump your shoulder against his.

He shakes his head and looks over to you as his tone drops, “They’re not who I’m into…”

“Wh-“ your question is cut short as Jake plops onto the bench next to you.

“I see Marc got his blankie out.” He leans over you to hand Marc a drink, his gaze lingering on you. “Don’t you two look cozy.”

“Jealous much?” You quirk a smile as Jake settles beside you. “Feeling left out? Here buddy come on.” You laugh and grab Jake’s hand giving it a squeeze “Although you don’t seem like the hand holding type and I’ve GOT to dig into this popcorn.”

His hand drops to your thigh as you reach over to grab the popcorn. His grip tightens for a moment where it rests. Your eyes flicker over to him, his gaze is fixed on the players , for a brief moment you see his jaw clench.

“Jake, are you alright?” You move to get his attention till Marc tugs on the blanket.

You look and see Marc scoots away so you’re no longer touching. “What do I have cooties or something?” You try a weak smile when you see the unintelligible expression on his face. “Look you can have the blanket -“ you move to shrug off the blanket till Marc’s hand reaches out to gently grip your other thigh.

“Don’t -” he murmurs as you look down, a shiver moving through you at the sight of each of their hands claiming a leg. “I’m alright.” He snatches his hand away like he’s touched fire, while Jake’s hand is slower to withdraw.

Marc returns to his close spot beside you, his side pressing against your own. “Thanks.” You lock eyes and for a moment, a familiar feeling rolls in your belly when his gaze softens. Looking over your entire face with a tender smile.

The rest of the game continues that way, you and Marc huddle for warmth as Jake plows through the popcorn.

By the time the game ends and Jake begins to lead the way out of the rink. The tension in his jaw has you suspecting that at any moment steam will blow out of his ears. “Jake? What’s up?” You say softly as you tug on his arm to slow his stomp.

“Fine, just ready to get wasted.” He says curtly.

“Oh come on, I thought the goal of tonight was getting girls not getting trashed.” You give a little smirk, “I’ll even make sure you leave with someone tonight for hogging the blanket earlier.” You voice lilts at the offer.

He looks at you and raises a brow, “You can’t promise that. What’d you say earlier? What makes me think girls looking for hunky hockey players are gonna come for me?” his mimicry of your earlier comment is dry as he rolls his eyes.

“Oh come on, what about your strong shoulder to fuck.” you throw your own voice low with a teasing bump. “Don’t worry, I got you tonight, alright?”

“Yeah yeah.” Jake shakes his head but a small smile quirks at the corner of his lips. “Come on, we gotta pre-game before tonight. I heard the beer over there is shit.”

You turn to look at Marc lagging behind, only to catch him fluster and meet your gaze. Had he been checking out your ass while you walked ahead? “Yeah - yeah I’m coming.” He coughs and jogs ahead to walk alongside his brother and lock his gaze ahead. The tinge of a blush across his cheeks and ears didn’t go unnoticed though.

Despite noticing that Jake didn’t chide him. Didn’t crack a joke or throw an arm over his brother like he usually might. No, despite walking side by side the tension is palpable. And somehow you’d become a third wheel to it as you walk behind. Hoping that the party tonight would solve whatever weirdness was coming off both of them.

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[moonheecore]

hellooooo can u do B, X, and C for jake please??? thank youuuu <3

Hiii, here you go! Thanks for the askkk

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes showing off his abs and V-line, always having excuses to flash them at you, whether it be wiping his sweat and fanning his T-shirt. In the bedroom, he likes it when you kiss and lick the crevices of his abs, letting your nails scratch the skin feathery. He lets you ride his abs, watching your pussy spill your juices into every ridge, flexing the muscle to let you rub your swollen clit desperately. Jake is also pretty proud of his lips—they're pouty, big, and plushy. They distinctly add to the overwhelming pleasure when he chooses to bite, suck, or kiss any parts of your body, mostly your lips and your leaking pussy.

Other than your scrumptious and delicious perfect ass, Jake also likes your thighs. It's like his own little pillow for him to lay his head on. When he turns to you, he hopes that he can get a glimpse of your cute panties and squishy thighs by flipping your skirt and dress up when you're sitting. Okay, but imagine looking down and seeing his whole head underneath them. Your thighs are also perfect to put his cock in between from the back, fucking them jiggling flesh like his own personal fleshlight, and to see his swollen tip appearing in front of you as it presses on your clit.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Please don't hate me but I think Jake's dick is your average Joe, but there's definitely nothing inherently bad about it. He's freaking proud and makes good use of what he beautifully has, leaving you and a lot more girls begging for more is the proof of that. One thing, though, is that Jake's cock is full of huge prominent veins, just like his hands. Because of that, the amount of blood pulsing straight to his length makes him feel so solid and rigid when you suck him real good or when he's fucking your pussy. So, he will never make you feel empty, that's for sure. Also, I feel like Jake's dick has a nice curve and arch pointing towards his stomach, so he definitely will never miss pressing on your sweet spot repeatedly in any position.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I've mentioned a lot about cum in his K alphabet, but Jake has such a fetishism about them that he's obsessed with how it smells and how it feels so lewd on each other's bodies. I feel like Jake thinks they're an extension of your bodies that needs to be appreciated as well. Sometimes he has an existential crisis about whether he wants to pull out (where he can drown your body with ropes of his creamy semen) or to fill your needy womb (where he can watch his white seed seeping out of your puckering pussy hole). Don't take this too heart, but I think Jake's cum is quite sticky, like when you scoop it up and smack it between the pads of your fingers, it forms visible strings.

send an ask based on the NSFW alphabet template together with one or more members in the hyungline.

[wooeo]

to add on to the waist grabbing thing theyd all get BLUSHY if u did it back like laughing at something they said and grabbing their waist for stability they ALL have tiny little grabable waists like i can see heeseung getting so smiley and pulling you in with an around around your shoulders so naturally OR jungwon putting his hands on your waist in return and and-

-🍥

omgggggg it’s actually crazy how often you’re so right,, they get so flustered whenever you initiate skinship of any kind

lord…….. having thoughts…… just touch with your favorite boys……

niki being half asleep and you cup his face with a hand cooing at him,, him leaning into your touch so naturally.

you’re exhausted,, wanting to rest and leaning on sunoo’s shoulder.. the first time you did it he froze and was so still people though he died sitting up but now he leans so it’s more comfortable for you ..,

sitting beside sunghoon and just grabbing his hand n moving it to your lap, tracing his veins and nails absentmindedly , while he’s trying not to lose his shit

cooking with jay like the parents you are and needing something he had used and put next to him,, leaning around him with a hand on his waist to maintain balance ,,.

heesung sitting down and you’re standing in front of him fixing his hair, gently moving it in the right place while he’s staring up at you and everybody dies

jake standing up while being completely engrossed in something ,, and you coming up from behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist like he loved to you to you..,. ..

having a habit of linking arms with jungwon anytime you’re walking somewhere, , he basically waits for you so you can do it.. even holds his arm out for you to take ..

hm yeah . i’m so normal rn.

[ikyoudreamofme]

Halloween

warning:smut,fwb kinda, M receiving, there’s prob more idk

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so tell me your opinions please because idk.🤷‍♀️

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Jake and Johnnie were throwing a Halloween party and you were invited,you and Johnnie had been friends for a few years and you only met Jake not to long ago.

You had been planning your costume for weeks; this year you chose Katherine Pierce from TVD. You dropped fake blood down your neck and the corner of your lips and used eyeshadow to make the veins around your eyes look more vampire like. To finish the makeup you added a small eyeliner wing and red lipstick.

Your POV

I got to the party and a few people had already arrived I looked around, after getting a drink, trying to find one of my friends. I see Tara across the room.

“Tara!” I shout walking over to here

“Hey y/n you look hot. Vampire?” She says.

“yeah Katherine Pierce” I reply giving her a little 360 of my outfit before Tara speaks again “That’s cute,Johnnies also a vampire.”

“Oh is he I haven’t seen him yet where is he?” I questioned smiling to myself turning around looking for him. I see him and wave by to Tara walking over to him and Jake. “Hey guys!” I say standing behind Jake. “hi y/n.”Jake says hugging me. “You look great.”

“Thank u Jake” I smile glancing at Johnnie who’s staring at me,more my outfit. “You okay J?” I ask turning to him tilting my head.

“Mhm” Johnnie replies. I walk up to him giving him a slight hug, he wraps his arm around my waist whispering in my ear. “You look really good.” I smirk slightly .

“thank you.You look very hot” I whisper back before pulling out of the hug. As I walk off to get another drink I feel his eyes burning into my back. I look back slightly giving him a soft smile.

~~~~~

You’ve been here for a few hours,the lights are flashing like crazy,the room moving with you, you see a group of your friends sat in the living room while other people are leaving. You stumble over to the couch and sit down next to Johnnie trying not to spill your drink.

“your very drunk” he mumbles quietly.

“How are you getting home.”

“I was just gonna walk it’s not that far.” You say your speech slurred,taking another sip of your drink. “Just stay here it’s safer and stop drinking you’ve had too much.” Johnnie says taking your drink out of your hand. You groan stretching your arm out trying to grab your drink back off him your other hand resting on waist. “Johnnie give it back. I’m being serious…Please” you look down at him tilting your head. He looks up at you smiling shaking his head. “No.” You roll your eyes at his reply sitting down properly on the couch giving up.

About an hour of talking later you’ve sobered up and Tara speaks up. “I’m going to sleep now”

“Goodnight Tara.”You hug her by and Jake and Carrington go to bed a little while after.You and Johnnie are left downstairs.

You let your head fall on his shoulder as your hand runs down his chest and stops just above his waistband. He looks at you with a smirk on his face he asks “what are you doing?” You look at him smiling moving your hand to unbuckle his belt. He doesn’t stop you just lays there and watches you. You unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans you look up at him for consent. He nods helping you pull down his trousers and boxers, the need growing between legs growing each minute. You move off the couch onto the floor kneeling down in between his legs. Your hand reaches up grabbing his dick stroking up and down. Johnnie gasps as you place his dick on your tongue looking up at him through your lashes. He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushes your head down further. You gag slightly sending shivers down his spine. “Shit y/n”he moans quietly. Your hands go to his thighs as you swirl your toungue around his dick bobbing your head up and down. Johnnie lets out low moans as he holds your head down, his dick at the back of your throat, tears filling up yours eyes. “I’m so close baby” Johnnie says groaning lowly. His dick twitches in your mouth,you let’s go of your hair and you pull back swallowing his cum wiping the tears from your eyes.

He pulls you to him straddling his waist his hands fall to your hips as he grinds your hips onto his you whimper slightly. “Shh” he says pulling you into him kissing you roughly. His tongue swipes your bottom lip as he pushes your hips down onto his you gasp and his tongue enters your mouth. His hands go to the bottom of your dress he bunches it up above your hips. He drags his fingers between your legs before pulling off your thong. “You’re so wet. Just for me?” He asks kissing your neck sucking dark hickeys. You moan at the seeping and nod. “just for you” you breathe out. His thumbs circles your clit. Your head falls back as you moan loudly. “be quiet or ill stop y/n” Johnnie says pulling back removing his hand from you aching core. You nod looking at him with pleading eyes. He lifts your hips and you sink down onto him. You both moan out at the feeling of him filling you. “Jesus Christ Johnnie.” You say resting your hand on his chest. He thrusts his hips up into you,moan each one. “Fuck..you feel so good” Johnnie groans.

He flips you around so he’s on top of you pounding into you, hips slamming into each other both your legs on his shoulders. “Oh fuck Johnnie.” You moan out your nails scratching at his shoulders. He groans his weight being held up by one arm. He moves his other hand down to the sensitive spot in between your legs as he hits you g-spot. “Oh my fucking god.” You moan out your eyes rolling back. You squeeze your eyes shut. “You gonna come for me baby?” Johnnie asks looking down at you. You nod quickly. “Open your eyes darling” you open your eyes as he guided you through your climax. You moan loudly as your legs shake lightly “fucking hell” Johnnie says nearly there thrusting into you hard but slow. “Where’d you want me?” He asks looking up at you, your breath unsteady. “I don’t care” you breathe out grabbing his hair pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. He pulls out and cums on your hips groaning quietly.

He gets up putting his boxers and trousers back on, he walks over to the kitchen getting a tissue to clean you with. You take the tissue thanking him wiping your hips and you pull your dress down. He puts his hand out for you as he takes you to his rooms. He gives you one of his shirt and some of your sweatpants you had previously left here.

You and him lay down in his bed your head resting on his chest your eyes opening and closing. “You okay y/n?” Johnnie ask looking at you. You nod “yeah just tired”

“You can go to sleep it’s fine.” He replies kissing your head. You both falls asleep soon enough.

[gretavanbear]

Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control. 

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there. 

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be. 

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes. 

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things. 

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”. 

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing. 

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend. 

“Yeah?” 

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy. 

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse. 

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding. 

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response. 

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up. 

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by. 

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside. 

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow. 

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks. 

Jeremy’s sister. 

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door. 

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike. 

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms. 

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state. 

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock. 

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her. 

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage. 

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance. 

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you. 

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge. 

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask. 

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more. 

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it. 

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing. 

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her. 

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her. 

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The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before. 

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you. 

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet. 

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house. 

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon. 

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over. 

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you. 

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked. 

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said. 

You nodded, your lips parted a little. 

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you. 

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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[mikeeel]

sleepless pt.1

type: imagine pairings: heeseung x jake x fem!reader dom!f, switch!heeseung, sub!jake, bi!heeseung, bi!jake, bi!f, experienced!f+hee, virgin!jake, fwb!au, uni!au

warnings: threesome, voyeurism, use of; “pup”, “good boy”, “slut”, “whore”, grinding, unprotected sex, (i don't think anything else) btdubs this is all consensual!!

a/n; bruah this is my first posted imagine bit nervous nobody will see this probably but dew it ya ... i'd love feedback <3 this is straight up nsfw obviously

iMAGiNE:

you weren’t sure how it got to this, it just happened. one day, you had a bad day, went to a party and ended up moaning your heart out for the guy in your english lit class. you don’t mind it, of course. you weren’t looking for anything serious, just someone to mess around with, convienientally, he was too. you agreed to a friends w/ benefits and got caught up in each other’s heat often. it was 2am, crack of night when you get a message from heeseung. “u up?” showing up as a notification with a ping. you smirked, and replied with a non-chalant; “yeah” you were certainly excited, you knew what was coming next after this. scurrying through your lingerie drawer, you pick one you’d bought recently for heeseung. you knew he was a little stressed with uni and you thought it would be a nice surprise. you do a quick winged eyeliner and put on your fishnets, praying they get ripped tonight. as you finish your thought, your phone goes off with another ping. you get up out of your seat, throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie heeseung gave you while you pick up your phone. “you down?” 

you smirk again, grab your keys and lock the door while you silently pass through, trying not to wake your roomie. you walk out the door and quickly jog down the stairs to heeseung’s dorm room. you exit out the building to knock on the window and flash a teethy smile to the beauty opening the window. heeseung grabs your hand and helps you climb through. he hushes you as you walk to his bed. you notice his roommate, jake, still fast asleep. his naked back to you and messy hair upon the pillow. “won’t we wake up jake?” you ask while creaking your head towards jake. “no, if you keep quiet love,” heeseung whispers in your ear as he leads you to his bed. you smile lightly and push him onto the bed while seductively kissing his neck. fluttering his collarbones with your lip love and your slim hands tugging at his jersey, asking for permission to take it off. he lets you as you slide his jersey over his head, you go crazy everytime seeing heeseung without a top. his impeccable pecs, his smooth abs and his visible v-line makes you want to ruin him time and time again. you lick a streak from his v-line to his neck, sucking along your favourite parts. he moans lowly and breathy just how you like it. “y/n..” he breathes while rocking his head backwards, his hands wandering to your hips, begging you to let him take off the restrictions of pure aesthetical bliss to his eyes, your body. “not yet, sweetheart, a little longer.” you whisper upon his lips, practically begging you to make them red. you kiss him slow and hard, your tongue slipping past his lips, teeth clashing as he grunts and thrusts upwards. you moan at the contact of him and bite his lips which makes him moan once again. you let go of his cupid bow lips and put your finger on his chin, making him look down from his rocked-back head. you grab his hands, veins popping and slight sweat on his palms which makes you rock back and moan softly at the thought of this hands choking you and making you beg for more. you put them onto his hoodie which smelt like him and made him lift it. your stomach could be seen underneath your ivory lingerie, patterns like flowers and lace all around, a corset almost hugging your waist with your breast hanging, nipples hardened by the breeze of the wind as they are freed from the hoodie. your collarbones clearly visible and your tattoos above your pairs of flesh which read “yours”. heeseung clenched his eyes as they rolled back into his head, you could feel him hard beneath you, asking for you to relieve him. you then lead his hands to your waistband and made him lower it to a pair of matching underwear, barely covering your sopping cunt and your fishnets underneath. heeseung sat up and looked you dead in the eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me baby, fuck. you look perfect, all this for me?” he asks, with desperation and want in his intention. you caress his face and look at him. “i’m all for you.” you say while looking at him with dark eyes. dragging your thumb against his bottom lip, he begins to grind beneath you, his large hands bringing your hips towards him. moaning softly in your ear as you play with his hair. grinding against each other slowly, saying sweet things, praising the other. 

little did you know, you had a listener. 

jake was awaken by you just coming in. he wanted to go back to sleep but all he could imagine was you and heeseung on top of him, touching him, making him squirm. he’s only thought of heeseung like this recently after seeing him come out the shower, heat pulsating off him and beads of sweat battling to see which one gets to his manhood first. jake couldn’t help but stare, heeseung looked especially crafted by god. but then, he saw you. you weren’t an average sexy, you had an energy which would make anyone fall to their knees. the way dresses hugged your lovely wide hips, and shirts tight against your chest. your smile killed many and jake was obsessed with that; so when he saw you and heeseung together it was like a wet dream come true. he couldn’t help but stare at you two making out. your slender fingers against his sharp jawline, jake wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up for and this was certainly his last straw. your demands and heeseung’s grunts, he didn’t know how long he could keep up just listening. jake knows he’s vocal when he jerks off so he tries his best to be silent. as heeseung moans out, jake bites his lip. as you praise heeseung, jake palms himself faster to relief. the pair of you, heeseung finishes first with a shaky, a bit too loud for comfort moan and you slap your hand over his mouth quickly. jake loses it and cums in his boxers, he feels wet and sticky but at least relieved now. heeseung looks at you with apologetic eyes while a muffled “i’m sorry” is heard. you sigh and giggle as you stroke his head.

“it’s all good my sweetness. i’m glad to know that i was making you feel good,” as you kiss on top of his head, face between your pair of tits. you feel a warm sensation on them. heeseung sucks and licks your breast and kisses the tattoo above them. “y/n?” heeseung asks. “yes my lovely, oh fuck right there” you roll your head back, scratching the back of heeseung’s hair. “i need to ask you something,” his hands fondle your breasts and you grind against the thigh you’re on. “yes, yes fuck. what is it?” you moan as heeseung rolls his lips around your nipples and bites them which makes your back arch. you were so close to your orgasm but you couldn’t be bothered to interrupt heeseung. “what’s your opinion on threesomes?” you moan and shake as you ride yourself out of your orgasmic fever and take a breath in. “never had one but i’ve always wanted to. i am poly but i never quite found the perfect poly relationship. why?” you ask while playing with his hair. “you know jake?” you look up at him and smirk while he avoids eye contact. “ah, i see. do you want to invite jake to our dirty secret benefits?” you say while grabbing his face to turn to yours. “yeah. i’ve been thinking about it for a while now. are you for the idea?” he asks while looking directly in your eyes. you comically tap your chin while attempting to look in thought. “i’ve never been more down.” you both smirk and turn to jake. 

jake was panicking hard, you two want to invite him to have sex with you both. no way, he didn’t believe it. as his thoughts paced, he felt a tap on his shoulder. he moved a bit while making a low “huh?” as he turns to face you. your skin glowing in the moonlight and your lingerie perfect against your body while your tits glossy and irresistible from heeseung’s work. heeseung stands beside you, his arm wrapped around your hips. hickeys all along his body, shading from pink to purple. his pink lips plump and swollen from all the lip love you’ve been giving to him. jake fights the urge to just jack off to the sight of you as you smirk at jake’s eyes travelling from you to heeseung. you break the silence. “am i eyecandy to you jake?” you chuckle. he sits up, revealing his shirtless body and you bite your lips. jake aggressively shakes his head. “no, no of course not. just wondering why you have your tits out and heeseung barely covering his own dick.” he scoffs, attempting to act nonchalant as if he didn’t cum from you and heeseung’s moans alone. heeseung scoffs to mock jake as he walks towards him. “do you not want to join in on the fun?” heeseung lowly says into jake’s ear. jake freezes as his breath hitches. you smile as you climb on top of jake and turn his head towards you. “answer us puppy. you aren’t slick, i could hear your moans from across the room.” you smirk as jake’s eyes widen and lowers his head in shamefulness. heeseung turns jake’s head towards him instead as he caresses his face.“what’s your answer? hm? got nothing to say now slut? you seemed like such a whore but i bet you love that, don’t you?” heeseung’s slim fingers tilt his head up, forcing uncomfortable but sexy eye contact. a smirk forms on heeseung’s face as jake’s poker-face begins to crumble. jake looks at them both and mentally curses himself for being so prone to sexy people like you guys but he’d instantly regret it if he said no. he prays he made the right choice. “i’ll do it.” “good boy.”

pt.2 out NOW.

[alrmane]

do you have any head canons for what it would’ve been like if jake, neytiri and tsutey were all mates? or the three of them with a male reader? atm i’m eating up a fic by @ ronwestbreeze !! but it’s a fem character and it’d be nice to see some rep for masc characters x neytiri, jake and tsutey

ofc! u know I got ur back bookie😘

also idk if these count as headcanons so lmk😭

(1/2 if u want an nsfw ver aswell)

w/ male reader

tsamsiyu - warrior

paywll - healing water plant

kelku - omatikaya home

tsakarem - tsahik in training

on humid summer days, after coming home from an unsuccessful hunt, all bruised and battered, bugs buzzing at your ears, one of your beautiful mates, neytiri, would heal you graciously. she was tsakarem after all. taking a silky woven cloth, dampened in water from a paywll leaf to soothe your injuries. she was the most cautious out of the three. you hissed at the cold liquid on a warm cut, biceps tighting as you did so, pointing out angry veins.

however, when it came to tsu'tey, he was stricter; harsher, expecting you not to leave the already failing hunt to be healed. he frowned all the way back from the hunting site, to your kelku. he mumbled and grumbled about how a tsamsiyu should stick it out, and that tonights dinner for the entire clan relied on this hunting party. his usual rant being ignored by the healer, even as she walked over to him to scan his body for injuries, that he accepted begrudgingly. "he is trying his hardest, be grateful he accepted to join in the first place" she sighed.

neytiri was strict when it came to being cautious and mindful, tsu'tey was harsh when it came to meeting expectations, and how you were viewed, but jake? nah, he just did his own thing; he payed no mind to the situation going on behind him, until he began sprawling out slowly on the beautifully woven mat half asleep and ungracefully, tongue curled like a stretching cat. he smacked his lips and turned towards all of you. "gudmornin' my beautiful mates", you all blushed, even tsu'tey who turned his head to hide it. suddenly everything felt mushy again.

later that night, you all kept warm on your sleeping pod, jake resting on your chest, neytiri on tsu'teys belly, tsutey on your upper arm, your and neytiri legs entangled, and jake and tsu'tey nuzzling heads. you all fought a long and vigorous war, starting off as enemies, and burdens, ending in life long partners. even though you all weren't perfect, and not everything could you have, a good thing you did have was this.

divider by plutism

also i be forgetting to check tumblr so sorry if this took long😭