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┊ ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS!! ☁︎



pairing: enhypen hyung line x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links, a lot of nasty stuff tbh . [note: here you go my engene girlies >.<] [ARCHIVE]
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heeseung couldn't control himself when you intentionally wore his favourite pink panties. and to tease you back, he rubs his cock all over the pretty fabric but never putting it in... even as you grew wetter and wetter.
heeseung spooning you while going at it because you're his princess. telling you to play with your tits while he thrusts into you.
jay couldn't even wait and so, he pushed your panties to the side and fucked your pussy even through your orgasm.
jay was a little too confident talking to the waitress and being all friendly, so you didn't hesitate to tease him in public (was that mean? yes, but you believed he deserved it and he didn't seem to mind either)
jake pulling you onto his lap after a fight. caressing your body from behind as he makes you ride him, facing away from him.
jake loves it. he loves sucking on your boobs, touching you everywhere and then while fulfilling his daily boob requirement he touches himself in between.
sunghoon hates it when people underestimate him, especially his cute gf. so to prove himself—he fingers you, while his other hand is busy tweaking and rubbing your nipple between his fingers. all the while you try your best not to move as per the bet.
sunghoon after having a bad day at work wants nothing more than a handjob from his favourite girl (you're his only girl.)
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Heeseung teaching inexperienced reader how to ride him while he sucks on her titties wtfhsjshekwjekke

“fuck, baby, just like that.” heeseung moans against your breast, mouth wrapped around your nipple as his tongue flicks the sensitive bud. one hand gripped tightly on your waist while the other cups your other breast, “you’re doing so so good baby.”
you bite down on your bottom lip, fingers digging into his shoulders as you ride him. legs growing weak and shaky as your hips roll. the fear of you riding his cock wrong still sat at the back of your mind, but hearing heeseung’s moans and feeling his mouth switch to your other nipple shreds that fear almost away.
it wasn’t even an hour ago you sat right beside your best friend on this coach spreading nonsense chatter as you usually do as you both play video games on his tv. but somehow this idle chatter turned into a real conversation, one you were not expecting.
“what you mean you’ve never ridden a dick before?!” heeseung raises a brow at you, eyes still locked onto the fighting game you’re both playing, “you’re not a virgin, I was literally a bedroom away when you lost your v-card! and you’ve had multiple partners since then!”
you groan at the stupid memory from a high school end of the year party. heeseung dragged you to it, saying bullshit equivalent to “Y/N, it’s the end of our senior year! we are about to graduate! loosen up a bit!” then proceeded to put drinks in your hand and you somehow ended up in park sunghoon’s bedroom upstairs on your back and him between your legs after flirting with him the entire night. it wasn’t the ideal way to lose your virginity, mostly since your best friend was indeed the next bedroom over fucking the most popular girl in your class, but here we are.
“don’t remind me,” you say with a roll of your eyes, tossing the playstation controller onto the coffee table, “but just because i’ve slept with a few guys doesn’t mean we did anything but missionary.” which was true. you’ve had multiple partners over the last few years but they were either one night stands or quick fucks. always ended with you on your back and that’s it.
this perks and idea into heeseung’s brain, tilting his head to the side and staring up at his ceiling, “I could teach you, if you want.” you laugh way too loud. he couldn’t be serious. but you see the way he looks back at you as he too, sets the controller down, “i’m being serious, Y/N.”
you swallow, is this okay? to have your best friend teach you a new sec position? and to do it GOOD? you already know heeseung is some sex god, he brags about it all the time…so you know it would be worth it. you can’t deny and say you haven’t thought about what his cock buried deep within you felt like. and he’s practically giving handing you that pass.
“i-if you’re okay with it…” you whisper.
and god was he okay with it. heeseung didn’t hesitate pulling you into his lap and closing his mouth around yours. he could feel your tremble under his touch and fuck it was making him hard as hell. “now, just do as I say, okay?” he says between kisses, hands now cupping your ass, “but I also need you to understand at any point you feel uncomfortable tell me and we’ll stop.”
you stare in his eyes and knew, you wouldn’t want to.
heeseung keeps his eyes locked with yours as he strips you bare, loving the feeling of your hands removing his clothing afterwards. loves the swallow of your throat and heaving of your chest as you stare at his cock, mouth nearly watering at how red the tip was. heeseung has been in love with you since the day you guys met, and finally having you in his lap, naked, in his apartment was the best dream come true.
he helps guide you to where you’re hovering over him, tip pressed gently to your entrance. you clench around the small amount of him you can feel, fingers pulling at the cushion of the couch behind him. you shook with absolute fear that you’re going to be terrible at this. “slowly slide down on me,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours. you do as he says, sneaking down until he filled you completely, thighs clenching his hips as you both let out a desperate moan. you’re so tightly wrapped around him and fuck he could climax just by the pressure of your cunt surrounding him.
“now,” he breathes out shakily, “start with slowly moving your hips, once you get the feel of it you can use your legs to help shift you up and down my cock. we’ll start with those two steps.”
and fuck he was going to die right here on this couch. one slow movement from you was all it took for him to fling his head back and clinch your waist, nails leaving crescent moons in your skin.
now here you are, his mouth attached to your tits as you bounce on him. what turned into just teaching you how to ride a cock resulted into a full out fuck fest. you can’t get enough of him, and he of you. you didn’t want to stop—not with how fucking good the tip of him felt as he hit your spot, treating to break the barrier that’s keeping him from fully and completely being inside of you. you knew you’d cum at any moment, the clench of your pussy was the give away of it, and heeseung knew it too.
he released his mouth from your tits, hands placed firmly at your hips and he flings his head back, your swollen nipples brushing his chest with each rock of your hips. heeseung’s pupils were dilated and face so fucked out, he was going to burst at any moment too. and you relished in it, “you’re doing so good for me baby, taking my cock so well.”
you really don’t know what came over you after hearing those words, but your fingers were in his red hair, tilting his head further back into the couch, free hand still gripping his shoulder, “fuck I love your cock,” you whimper, “i’m going to cum—“ and heeseung bucked his hips up in time with your movements, shoving himself so deep and hard into you.
“cum with me baby,” he begs, mouth gapped and eyes locked in with yours, one of his hands leaving your hip to gently wrap around your neck, giving a small and gently squeeze. that pressure along had you climaxing on him, clenching down harder and that being enough for heeseung to spill his load into you.
you drop against him, feeling his arms wrap around you, “well,” he says out of breath, “you definitely know how to ride dick now.” you hum in response, having the confidence to do so. but sit up and look at him, knowing deep down you don’t want to ride any other cock that isn’t his. and you knew he was thinking the same thing.
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PARK SUNGHOON FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted
my laptop is fried from all the tabs lol, but these are my fav psh fics, or at least the ones i have liked/remember ! its LONG lol > word count lowers as you go down the list! (not in order)
grocery store receipts [ hot neighbor!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,f,a
to the boy: who took me to prom [ best friend's brother!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,f,a
harvest of purity [ innocent!sunghoon, strangers to lovers ] s,f,a
stupid in love [ bestfriend!sunghoon, summer au ] s,f,a
we'll always have this summer [ summer au, strangers to lovers, city girl x country boy au ] s,f,a
gods & monsters [ step-brother sunghoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!heeseung ] s,f,a
park sunghoon: the boy next door trope [ shy figure skater!sunghoon x popular extrovert!reader ] s,f,a
king of tears [ chaebol husband!sunghoon, second chance romance au ] s,f,a
crossroads romance [ ex!sunghoon, suprise return au ] s,a
unlucky girl syndrome / part two [ grumpy x sunshine au, love triangle au ft. jake ]
sex for dummies! [ academic rivals au, university au ] s,f,a
tangled desires [ enemies to lovers, rich kids au ] s,a
the dollmaker [ husband & dollmaker!sunghoon, gothic/supernatural elements au ] s,f,a
love next door [ childhood bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,a
teacher's pet [ professor!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,f,a
you're such a brat [ arrogant!sunghoon x bratty!reader, enemies to lovers ] s
cherry pits [ dad!sunghoon x fem!reader, dilf au, neighbors au ] s,f
three weeks & three days [ best friend's ex!sunghoon, halloween au ] s,f,a
lucifer [ fallen angel!sunghoon x virgin angel fem!reader ] s
first date etiquette [ neighbor au, first date au ] s
dior girl [ designer!sunghoon x fem!reader, dark!sunghoon ] s
night-shift / day shift (pt.2) [ boss & camboy!sunghoon ] s
give up heaven [ ex-bestfriend & hockey player!sunghoon, friends to lovers ] suggestive,a
get you better [ boyfriend's best friend!sunghoon, cheating au ] s
urs [ situationship!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,f
say my name [ neighbor!sunghoon, enemies to lovers ] s
star-crossed / part two [ prince!sunghoon x servant fem!reader, greek mythology ] s,f
cherry [ outcast!sunghoon x class president fem!reader, enemies to lovers, 90's au ] f
bittersweet teeth [ brother's best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s
past wounds, present hearts [ ex bully!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,f,a
heavenly [ playboy & ex bf!sunghoon x fem!reader, fake dating au ] f,a
forbidden attraction [ wizard!sunghoon x witch!reader, hogwarts au ] s
hidden desires [ brother's bestfriend!sunghoon ] s,a
traditionally nontraditional [ husband!sunghoon x wife fem!reader, newly married au ] s
bed [ fiance!sunghoon x fem!reader, mini honeymoon au ] s,f
tides and temptation [ siren!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,f,a
on the rebound [ babysitter!sunghoon x fem older!reader ]
the pussy eating competition! [ munch!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s
dangerous when wet [ virgin loser!sunghoon, best friend's little brother au ] s
lovers in the night [ friend!sunghoon to fake dating au ]
nudes i can't send [ toxic ex!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s,a
forbidden [ brother's best friend!sunghoon x spoiled fem!reader ] s
mark me yours [ idol bf!sunghoon x idol fem!reader ] s
late night rendezvous [ spiderman! sunghoon, established relationship ] s,f,a
don't wake dad [ stepbrother!sunghoon ] s
fixed comfort [ drunk bf!sunghoon x fem!reader ] f
cabin fever [ established relationship au, ski resort au ] s
wet [ established relationship au, pool sex ] s,f
pretty best friend [ bsf player!sunghoon x nerd!reader ] s
girls need love [ best friend's brother!sunghoon ] s,f
such a mess together [ academic rival!sunghoon x ] f
dangling charms / cat and mouse (pt.2) [ nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader ] s
spring snow [ exes to lovers + strangers to lovers, accident au ] f,a
horror [ bf!sunghoon x fem!reader, movie night au ] s
loyalty [ hockey player!sunghoon x class president!reader ] s
birthday sex [ established relationship au ] s
kiss me more [ friend!sunghoon, first kiss au ] s,f
ceo sunghoon who loves taking care of you because you're his [ ceo!sunghoon, age gap au ]
post argument [ bf!sunghoon x fem!reader ] f,a
i found your blog [ best friend!sunghoon x tumblr writer fem!reader ] s
right to the core [ bf!sunghoon, esablished relationship ] s
jealous over a bunny? [ established relationship au ] s
ms. & mr. president [ student council vice president!sunghoon, frenemies to lovers ] f
intentions [ popular!sunghoon x fem!reader ] f
nasty sex [boyfriend!sunghoon ] s
panty sniffing [ perv!sunghoon ] s
porn star material!sunghoon
perv!sunghoon
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daddy's girl ◜ᯅ◝ s.jy



심재윤 as your dom bf who has a daddy kink ⊹ ࣪ ˖ wc. 360 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut (18+ mdni!), breeding kink, dumbification, pet names, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it!)


something always worked up jake when you called him a particular name—daddy.
maybe it was because of how you always unintentionally let the name slip while his cock fucked you dumb, the word escaping your mouth without any thought. hearing the name made his cock twitch.
"d-daddy, fuck..." you moan, the sound being muffled by the pillows your face is resting on as your ass is arched up for him, letting his cock drag in and out of your pussy.
"mhmm... you like that, princess? you like daddy's cock?" he mocks, one of his hands resting on your hip to support it up while his other hand grips the flesh of your ass, exposing your pussy that's being bullied by his cock, coated in your fluids and constantly being pushed back inside you.
"y-yes, daddy..." you whimper, hands gripping the sheets and pillow your face is pressed on—practically anything you can hold onto so you don't fall apart.
his pace picks up, his cock pistoning inside you at a relentless speed—one that made your walls clench around his length, one that made him hit your sweet spot with every thrust.
"please, daddy... don't stop, need you so bad," you whimper through broken sobs, completely lost in the feeling of him using your pussy the way he wanted. "wan' feel you cum inside me... wanna be full, please," you babble, voice high-pitched and desperate.
he groans, feeling himself getting close. "fuck, daddy has to cum... gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?" he tuts, both hands now gripping your ass, leaving marks on it every time the touch left.
"m-hmm... please," you whine, desperate to feel his warm cum shoot inside you.
"yeah, that's it... such a good girl," he says, hands letting go of your ass as the marks of his fingerprints are visible. his thrusts slow down as his cock twitches, and next thing you know, his whiny grunts fill the room as his spurts of cum release inside your warm and already-soaked walls.
your pussy unclenches as his cum seeps out of you, dripping down onto the sheets as jake enjoys every single second of the view.

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gooner!jake finally gets pussy and its so much better than his hand
part one two three
gooner!jake was embarrassed for the first time. He usually doesn't care about his perverted, disgusting behaviour — but it's different now. Jake's jerked off to other girls more times than he can remember, but you're the first one who's real. He's talked to you, seen you smile and laugh at his jokes, even hugged you — that fucking hug that led to this.
You heard him fuck his fist and drain all his cum out while saying your name. He basically confessed to you in the middle of it. Jake wanted to end the call and crawl up and die from embarrassment, but how could he when you said his name like that?
"Jakey," you whimpered, and that alone was enough to get him hard again.
Even though Jake is vile — the guy who eats his own cum pretending it's yours and stole your panties to get off — he's a gentleman. He would never leave you alone in a state like this. Especially not when you're moaning like that, thinking about him. So even though his dick is sore and tired, he rubs it again so you’re not alone.
gooner!jake is in heaven. The girl he's been obsessed with for the past year is on the other side of the phone making lewd sounds for him. He never thought this would happen —not for another year at least. Jake hasn't even asked you out yet, and here you are, begging him for more.
"P-p-please, i-i can't take it!" Your pussy is clenching desperately around your fingers begging for more. So close but not enough to tip you over the edge. You can't believe that jake — your project partner— fucked his fist while you were still on the phone. What's even worse? You can't believe how hot it was.
Maybe you did wear extra short skirts when you studied together, and perhaps you did push up against him a little extra when you gave him a hug. Who are you kidding? You knew how he looked at you. You weren't dumb. Besides, jake wasn't exactly discreet with his staring, and he wasn't good at hiding the tent straining against his pants either.
You pushed him just to see if he would break, and he did. You just weren't expecting how wet you would be for him.
gooner!jake couldn’t sleep at all. He kept replaying how you sounded earlier; your adorable moans and whimpers, the way you cried out his name. How you said you wanted him — no, needed him. His overstimulated dick was sore and aching from the ungodly amount of times he'd cum that day. But the thoughts of you still plagued his brain, and his hand slipped into his shorts, gripping his throbbing cock. He couldn’t control himself. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. He closed his eyes and thought about how desperate you sounded. Would you beg like that for him in person? He could make you.
As he continued pumping his cock, he realized he needed you too. He needed your lips everywhere. He wanted to fuck your tight cunt so good that you'd have his name imprinted inside you. Just one chance.
Jake was holding back tears from how sensitive he was, breaking into a loud, animalistic moan when he finally came. It still wasn’t enough. He turned onto his side and groaned into his pillow.
Jake knew he was a gooner — he knew it was gross. He wasn’t planning on showing you this side of him at all. What if you didn’t want to talk to him anymore? What if you found him revolting?
Because Jake didn’t just like you for his dirty fantasies. He liked you in a way that wasn’t fueled by lust. It was more than that.
How is he supposed to face you after whispering, "Good girl, just like that" and, "Fuck yourself a little harder for me," into the microphone just so you could finish?
gooner!jake couldn't make eye contact with you when he came over. You hung up the phone right after you finished last night but you quickly sent him a text after.
Y/N: um, thanks for the help
Y/N: can you come over tomorrow after class?
JAKE: of course, i'll be there at 6
And now here he is.
"Sorry about last night. It’s just been a while, and you were there, so... asking you for help was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again, I promise—" You stop rambling when you realize Jake’s been staring, looking down at you. When you finally lock eyes, he jerks his gaze away at lightning speed, a red flush creeping up his neck.
"No, I’m sorry. I thought I hung up. You weren’t supposed to hear... me." Jake is struggling to keep his composure. You’re wearing your tiny tank top and shorts again, talking about what happened like it's nothing, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes. Is this be the angle he would get if you sucked his cock? Even now, he still can't stop thinking about you.
Jake feels a pang in his chest when you call it a one-time thing. "Was my help not good enough for you?" he says, stepping closer, closing the gap between you, pushing you back against the kitchen counter.
If this was his only chance with you, he was going to take it.
"Th-that's not what I-I meant..." You’re trapped now, caged between his arms, the cold counter behind you. He's leaning down so close you can feel his breath on your skin. Your face is burning; your breathing turns uneven.
Jake’s towering over you, waiting, daring you to say something. "I-it was g-good," you finally admit, voice small.
gooner!jake takes that as the only sign he needs. His hands immediately grab your waist, holding you tight and firm, tugging you closer. He’s breathing hard — both of you are — the air thick with tension. His hands roam up from your waist, fingers skimming the base of your chest. You can feel it, his hard cock pressing against you through his sweats. You’re already soaking through your panties.
"Tell me to stop, Y/N," he rasps, nibbling your ear and groaning when you whimper. "You have no idea what I want to do to you. It’s unhealthy. I’m sick."
His mouth trails down your neck, kissing, biting, soothing over the marks he’s leaving. You’re shaking under him, and Jake pauses, his hands trembling but still tucked under your top. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes — big, round, pleading.
"Y/N," he whispers, voice hoarse. "Tell me to stop."
You shake your head.
How could you tell him to stop when you’ve been touching yourself thinking about him for the past six months? When he started as the classmate who stared at you for a little too long, and became Jake, suspiciously strong, ridiculously cute, flustered so easily, always willing to do anything for you?
You liked him.
You really liked him.
gooner!jake is humping into you thigh at a desperate pace. He gave you a way out but you...
You. Shook. Your. Head.
This must be a dream. There's no way that he's palming your your tit and hearing you gasp under him like this right now. He's biting on your shoulder and rutting into you like a dog in heat and you're just letting him.
"F-fuck! I'm disgusting for you. I stole your panties two weeks ago. They're back at my apartment covered in my cum... I'm gross, I can't stop. Tell me to stop. Please." He admits to you, maybe this will snap you back into reality and make you realize he isn't the type of guy you want. He's scared and hides his face in your collar, licking the bruises he just left there. If you're going to say yes to him, he wants you to know him, the true him and what you're signing up for.
Your hands grab his face so he's looking at you, stroking his flushed cheeks with your thumbs. His eyes are glassy and desperate— poor baby. "Jakey," His hips slow down and he lets out a tiny whimper hearing his nickname. "I left those out... for you to see. I-I... i want you too."
gooner!jake nearly cums in his pants. His lips crashing into you. His tongue is finding yours at a rapid pace. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and his hands are groping your tits. Jake is moaning into you like you're his saviour, his piece of salvation.
When you finally pull away for air, a string of saliva connects you two. You glance at the bed and he takes the hint. He refuses to take his lips off your neck and hands away from you as you walk over, him pushing you onto the bed when you eventually make it.
gooner!jake is drinking in the sight of you lying there. Hair messy, tank top and shorts raised up, you're so perfect. He strips your shorts off in one swift move, tossing them somewhere he doesn’t care to look. His heart stutters when he sees the wet patch staining your panties. So fucking cute. His eyes roll back, hips bucking against the mattress like he’s in heat.
"I've thought about this for so long. Please, I'll take such good care of you. Just a little taste, I'll be so good." He whines and mumbles it over and over like a prayer while his fingers ghost over your clothed cunt, teasing you. Your cute little gasps and whimpers drive him fucking crazy. His cock twitches painfully hard in his pants.
When you let out a soft, breathy "Mhm," — barely a sound, but enough — Jake loses it.
He dives in without hesitation, mouthing at your pussy through your soaked panties. Sucking, licking, nuzzling like he's a dog. You can feel the heat of his tongue through the thin fabric, the way he moans against you like he's the one being touched.
It’s messy. It’s desperate. It’s Jake.
But it’s not enough. He needs more.
Without even thinking, he yanks your panties aside and then tears them down your legs. Jake buries his face between your thighs, tongue fucking you like he’s starving. Slurping, moaning, whimpering your name into your pussy like it's the only thing keeping him alive.
His hands are everywhere — gripping your thighs so tight they’ll bruise, pushing your hips down when you start to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.
"P-please, Jake — ngh — s’too much—" you whimper, fingers threading into his hair, trying to pull him away.
He shakes his head, lips locked around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.
"No, please, please, need more — need you to cum, need it so bad. Fuck, just wanna taste you, wanna drink you — please, please—" he's babbling against you, voice cracking like he's about to cry.
You don’t even get a chance to argue before he slips two fingers into you, pumping slow and deep, curling them just right. His mouth never leaves your clit, tongue flicking and swirling fast and messy. Your fingers never reached that deep; this new sensation has you seeing stars.
Your orgasm crashes down hard, your thighs clamping around his head, your voice breaking into whiny little sobs. Jake groans like he’s the one cumming, grinding his leaking cock against the bed without a shred of shame. There's probably a wet spot on your sheets.
He keeps licking you through it, sloppily, hungrily, tasting everything, like he's trying to burn the memory of it into his mouth forever.
When you finally go limp, trembling, Jake pulls away with a slick, swollen mouth, looking dazed. His pupils are blown wide, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his hairline. He's licking his lips to savour it.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but it’s useless — he’s soaked. His whole body is shaking from how badly he needs you.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles, voice hoarse. He presses desperate, messy kisses to your thighs, your hips, anywhere he can reach. "Need you," he whines again, hips bucking helplessly against nothing. "Please — please let me fuck you, I’ll be so good, promise, I swear — I c-can’t, please.”
You grab his face, pulling him up, and whisper, "Jake... fuck me."
You swear you feel his soul leave his body.
He fumbles with his sweats, shoving them down along with his boxers, cock slapping up against his stomach — red and leaking, twitching from how fucking desperate he is. Fuck he is bigger than you thought. You're a little worried about how it'll fit and it shows on your face.
He lines himself up, hands trembling so badly he almost misses, but when the tip catches against your slick entrance, he chokes on a sob.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he gasps, pressing in slow, dragging the thick head against your messy cunt, sinking in inch by inch. His head is thrown back and he's already close.
You both moan, loud and filthy, as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. You feel full, stretched so good you’re already clenching around him, body trembling from oversensitivity.
"F-fuck, you’re so tight — 's perfect, made for me —" Jake whines against your neck, rutting his hips shallowly, not able to stop himself even for a second.
"Please — please relax for me" he gasps out, voice cracking as he presses desperate kisses along your jawline. "I can’t — you’re so warm, fuck, just a little looser, please, I can’t—"
He’s needy and messy, thrusting into you in short, desperate snaps of his hips, each movement punching a gasped moan out of you. You’re already fucked out, clawing at his back, tears brimming in your eyes from how good he feels, from how full you are.
"Jakey — ngh — slow down —" you whimper, but he can't.
"Can't — can't stop—s-sorry, you're too good —" Jake babbles against your skin, biting and licking at your collarbone. He’s holding your hips, pounding into you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets up for even a second. Every time he bottoms out, he grinds his hips down, stuffing his cock as deep as he can, dragging the most pathetic little sounds out of both of you.
"I love you, I love you, i can't believe you're letting me do this —" Jake whimpers like a broken record, words spilling out without him even realizing. You’re squeezing him so tight he’s losing his mind. Jake’s cock twitches violently inside you, and he presses his forehead to yours, voice cracking. "Please — please let me cum inside — need it, need it so bad — please, fuck, please, y/n—"
You nod through the haze, too fucked out to even form words. Jake sobs when you nod, hips stuttering, and then he’s slamming into you hard, once, twice — before spilling deep inside, thick and hot, filling you so much you feel it pooling inside.
But he doesn't stop.
Even after cumming, Jake keeps fucking into you, desperate little thrusts pushing it deeper, his cock still painfully hard from how ruined he is. "S-sorry — can’t stop — need you, need you, fuck—" he's whining and broken, face buried in your neck, breath hitching on every thrust.
You're gasping, trembling under him, brain fuzzy, body overstimulated and twitching from the relentless pace. Your pussy flutters around him helplessly, milking every last drop out of him.
"J-Jakey — ngh — too much—" you sob, clinging to his back.
"I know, I know. Fuck — just a little more, just a little more, wanna stay inside you forever —" he cries against you, hips still moving, slower now, grinding, as if trying to mark your insides.
Your bodies are a mess of sweat, cum, and desperate sobbed praises, and Jake doesn't even know where he ends and you begin anymore. His whole body is trembling. When he finally slows down enough to pull out — whimpering when he sees your pretty cunt leaking with his cum and immediately tries to grab a tissue from your nightstand with shaky hands.
You watch him, heart pounding, still dazed, still aching from how good he fucked you. Jake wipes you down so gently, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood, too scared to hurt you even though he just ruined you. He tosses the tissues in the trash and hesitates by the edge of your bed, eyes darting everywhere but at you.
Then he turns to leave. He actually turns, like he’s going to go.
Your sleepy hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him right back into your chest. Hugging him close. He lets out a little "oof," stumbling onto the mattress, cheeks flushed bright red. He’s stiff against you, nervous, breathing shallow like he thinks you’re going to kick him out or regret this. You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face into his hair.
And that’s when he speaks, voice cracking adorably, "Um... y/n, I, uh... I like you. Like, like-like you. A lot. Um... Do you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? No pressure, though.. If you don't want to, that's fine, I totally get it, I just, I just wanted to say it, so you knew—"
You pull back, glaring at him, completely fed up with how stupidly oblivious he is.
"Jake," you say, voice low and threatening.
He freezes. You called him Jake and not Jakey. A million thoughts go through his head, he's panicking, he's about to be rejected.
"If you don't get it through your head that I like you too, I swear to god I’ll suck you dry right now until you can't even think anymore."
Jake short-circuits. He makes the stupidest whimpering sound you've ever heard and immediately buries his face into your chest to hide. "F-fuck — y/n. You can’t — ngh, you can’t just say shit like that." Jake whimpers, voice wrecked and desperate, rutting his hips subtly against you like he can’t help it. "I can cum again if you want me to, fuck—"
You giggle breathlessly, running your fingers through his messy hair, pulling him even closer until he's basically lying on top of you like a big, whimpering puppy.
"I mean it," you whisper into his ear, smiling. "I like you, Jake."
He clutches you tighter, breathing a shaky sigh of relief.. Jake's heart is pounding so loudly that you can feel it through his chest. He nuzzles into you deeper, mumbling something incoherent, completely melted against you.
gooner!jake still can't believe you're dating him. Months later, not much had changed. He's moved out and said goodbye to his roommate but he still goes over to hang out all the time. He was still hopelessly obsessed with you, still got hard at the smallest things, still stole your panties when he thought you weren't looking, just to jerk off like a desperate freak. Except now?
Now, you always catch him.
Like tonight, you caught him red-handed again, laying back on your shared bed, your baby pink lacy panties fisted tight in one hand, his cock leaking against his stomach, whining your name into the fabric like a lovesick puppy.
"Jake," you scold softly, arms crossed, but your voice is fond.
He jolts, face flushing deep red. "I-I was gonna put them back! I swear!" he stammers, cheeks burning, cock twitching in his hand like it had a mind of its own. His eyes glisten like he's about to cry from the embarrassment. You sigh and walk toward him slowly, watching the way his eyes widen and follow your every move like he doesn’t deserve to touch you.
"You really can't help yourself, can you?" you murmur, climbing into his lap. His hands immediately fly to your waist like instinct, needy and trembling.
"Can't — you're too pretty," he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut like it's physically painful to look at you. "You're perfect, and you're busy and — f-fuck, just wanna stuff you full all the time — wanna ruin you. Please, baby, let me —"
Jake's cock twitches violently between you, smearing precum against your thighs. You can feel how badly he's shaking underneath you, how he’s basically vibrating with the need to touch, to fuck, to have you. You roll your hips and he lets out the filthiest, neediest moan, hips jerking up against you helplessly. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping your waist, and he’s babbling again without realizing it. He never had to hide his disgusting behaviours with you, and for that, he's grateful. So fucking grateful.
"Thank you, thank you," he mumbles into your skin, hips stuttering up helplessly, "I’ll be good, I'll be so good for you."
And you just smile, knowing he already is.
from bloomiize: I'M FINALLY DONE!! I like this one a lot so hopefully you guys do too!! A lot longer than I intended whoops. this might be the last piece I do for gooner!jake but idk yet, maybe, maybe not LOL! I've grown quite fond of him. Thank u for reading and ur support! pls lmk what u think :3 reblogs and comments are appreciated ^^ love u guys <3
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warnings: smut minors do not interact, unprotected sex, profanity, brother’s best friend!jay, spit, creampie, breeding kink, petnames (baby, bad girl, good girl, nasty girl) — wc: 1.2k
JAY promises his best friend time and time again that he isn’t seeing anyone because how can he even begin to admit that he’s fucking said best friend’s sister behind his back.
well simple, he doesn’t.
he admits nothing and denies any attempt of prying into his life by his best friend. that’s what happened just 5 minutes ago at the gym during one of their sets.
because he’s supposed to be cooped up in the gym with sunghoon, the best friend, for another hour but instead left the moment he got a text from you.
the dragged y of his name as you sent a picture of the soft pout he loved and his overstretched collar shirt daring to peak out your breast was more than enough for him to leave.
forced to give some poor excuse to sunghoon, he knew his friend didn’t believe but he didn’t have time to worry because you were waiting for him.
and that’s how he finds himself in your bed, ramming into you like no tomorrow, his cock dragging out of your soapy self with ease, droll trickling down your chin as your back arched with soft whines.
losing count of how many times you’ve came from the moment he entered your room to now, everything blurred together.
his calloused hands grip your hips to hold you in place, his breath hot against your skin, “so fucking needy baby, what am i going to do with you?”
you blabbed and blabbed incoherently and jay softly cooed at the state, his hand stroked your cheek in a manner that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
he continued to piston himself into you, the wet warmed confinement was pure heaven that he could never part from it. his mind reeled watching how your mouth fell open with moans and whines leaving it.
the way your tits bounced with each thrust, his marks littered all over your body made his chest swell. your harden sore nipples on display, he flicked them between his fingers and twisted the nubs making you wail.
“couldn’t wait for me to finish my workout huh, just needed me to fill your lonely pussy”
“you’re such a bad girl for interrupting me” knowing that it was far from that because he could’ve easily ignored your message and stay with your brother
but instead he came running straight to you the moment you called.
you clenched around him making him groan, “knew you loved it when i talk to you like this” your hands reach for his biceps, your nails digging into the bulging flesh for support, jay stifles a strained noise as his free hand comes up to your throat
“talk to me baby, y’know i love to the hear that pretty voice of yours” he slurs and you weakly moan while throwing your head to the side
“jay. jay. jay! please want more” you chant his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever know and his heart hammers against his chest at your weak pleas
his hand grips your chin, his thumb traces over your bottom lip before sliding in and pressing down your tongue. a small gag leaving you as you looked up at him to see the hooded darkness casting over his eyes.
he grinned but his hips never faltered, they slowed down for a second, each thrust sending him further and deeper into you. able to feel his tip protruding into your cervix, the stretch opening you up just for him alone.
neither of you broke contact as he brought your head up. stopping his movements as you lol your head back and jay hovered over your face.
with the perfect calculation, he pulls his thumb back to pull down on your bottom row of teeth as a glob of spit trickled from his mouth and inched closer to you.
sticking out your tongue to receive it, you darkly hummed and lightly chuckled when jay released your mouth. “such a nasty girl, but you’re my nasty one” he whispered making your pussy grip tighter around his length
his side grin only grew more, gripping your jaw to crash his lips onto yours. you squeaked at the sudden roughness but melted right into it. the slightly chapped lips scratching against yours but you loved it. your hands racking up and gripping onto the collar of his tanktop.
you pulled at it but instead of getting mad at it, he helped pulled it further down for you to stretch it out. his cold chain hitting against your hand, your mouths slotting perfectly together.
loudly moaning into the kiss, he drank up all your sounds. yet, holding onto his tanktop tightly when he thrusted up into you.
“jay move” you slurred against his mouth but he pressed harder down on your lips
“be nice now baby, how am i gonna breed your pussy when you’re being so mean to me” he joked making you roll your eyes when he pulled away
a string of saliva connecting the two of you making his mind hazy. looking at you, your eyes sparkled at him making his chest tighten in itself, he sticks out his tongue and lathers it over your mouth before swallowing your mouth back into his.
jay’s thrust grew erratic when you started clenching harder around him. “need to have you leaking for me. make you wear panties- the black lacy ones, my favorite… to plug my cum inside of you”
“if anything leaks out i need to fuck it back into you and even give you more to make up from the loss” he groaned loudly, his mind reeling as his breath grew heavier “have to fill you up- need to make sure you know you’re mine”
the possessive words fluttered something in you but the thought melted away as your strained moans grew louder, your hand gripping tighter onto his bicep as your body arched off the mattress.
jay scoffed as you came over him but his thrust didn’t stop. he continued to push his cock back in to slide out and repeat the motion, his finger traced over your clit before rubbing down at the bundle of nerves.
“jay- sensitive” you gripped his wrist yet he only slammed his hips harder into you
“take it for me baby- be a good girl and take it. this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he gritted through his teeth to look past the tightness around his shaft
wrapping your arms around his neck to drag him down and flush his body ontop of yours, he jolted at the closeness but his rough hands held your waist, slowly down his pace.
his thumb creasing at your side as he continued to hilt his hips upwards until you felt the twitch inside of you and he let out a low huff into your ear.
your fingers dug into his built back as you felt sudden warmth fill you. “take it for me baby- my sweet girl” he murmured while painting the velvet walls white of him
digging your head into the shell of his neck as he held you closely, he planted a soft kiss onto the side of your head and rubbed his hand up and down as he felt you flutter around him.
“jay” he softly hummed at the weak call his name but before you could say anything more, you heard the slam of your front door and the call out of your name
you both pulled away from each other and stared with wide eyes at the realization that sunghoon finished his workout earlier than expected or the two of you just took way longer than anticipated.
hurriedly, you both pulled away from each, tripping over another to grab the discarded articles of clothing. “uh- just a minute!” you yelled for your brother as you shoved jay’s headphones towards him
putting on the forgotten clothes and straightening yourself out to look decent in the mirror, you looked over to jay struggling to put his pants on.
but before he could fully put them on, he stopped midway when the door busted open and sunghoon’s ramble came to a halt as he stood at the door with wide eyes and horrid expression.
“what the- are you fucking my sister?!”
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we got caught ── ( 엔하이픈 )
synopsis — enhypen members heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon and jungwon react to getting caught while having sex with their partners. ── smut (m.), just sex. requested. fem!reader x dom!enha. wc : 916 !
warnings — pet names: pretty, babygirl, baby, rough sex, soft sex, just depends on the member. p in v, oral (m. & f. rec), choking, crying, heeseung a bit of a hard dom, jays quiet possessive of you, .mentions of vouyerism, cursing, playful jake. he just play too much. let me know if i missed anything.
heeseung
heeseung has you flat on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders, pounding into you so hard the whole bed is shaking, your moans echoing off the walls, messy and desperate; his hand is wrapped tight around your throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your head spin, and he’s growling low against your ear,
“this pussy’s all mine, say it—” when the door suddenly bursts open, and the members freeze in the doorway, eyes wide and faces instantly burning red; but heeseung doesn’t even fucking flinch. “fuck close it!” jake gasps out.
he just smirks, tightening his grip on your throat a little and snapping his hips even rougher, forcing another choked cry from your lips, keeping his dark, heavy eyes locked on you like they’re not even there, like he’s proud to show them how wrecked and ruined you are under him, how perfectly you’re falling apart just for him, as he mutters darkly, “they’re not gonna save you, baby. you’re mine — all fucking mine.”
jongseong
jay has you tucked so sweetly under him in his bed, his chest brushing yours with every slow, deep thrust, his hands stroking along your sides like he’s scared you’ll slip away; he’s whispering soft praises against your lips, “you’re so beautiful like this, baby… taking me so well,” voice all breathy and full of love.
when the door creaks open and you both hear the stunned gasps “what are they doing?” jungwon groans trying to look through the crack of the door. — but jay doesn’t pull away, doesn’t even flinch; “guys please—shut the door.” he sighs.
as he just shields you with his body, moving even slower, even deeper, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he murmurs, “don’t worry, angel… just look at me. you’re safe, you’re mine,” — keeping his hips rolling into you with a steady, possessive tenderness, like he needs you to know that no matter who sees, you belong to him and he’ll never, ever let you feel anything but adored.
jaeyun
jake has you on your back in the middle of his bed, your legs hooked around his waist as he thrusts into you with a steady, playful rhythm, smirking down at you every time you whimper his name; he’s got one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other roaming your body, teasing you with slow, deliberate touches that make you squirm.
his voice low and cocky as he leans down to murmur, “what’s wrong, baby? can’t handle a little attention?” — and that’s exactly when the door flies open and his members stumble in, their shocked voices filling the air; instead of stopping, jake just laughs. “ugh get out!” you threw a pillow at them, watching the scramble towards the door.
a wicked, breathless sound, rolling his hips even slower just to make you whine louder, flashing a grin over his shoulder as he says, “guess they get a show, huh?” — before dragging his gaze back to you, eyes dark with mischief, and cooing, “don’t get shy now, baby… you’re doing so good for me.”
sunghoon
sunghoon has you pressed facedown into the mattress, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip tight enough to bruise as he fucks into you with slow, heavy thrusts that make the bed creak under the force; he’s mostly silent except for the occasional low grunt.
the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, and the way he leans over you to mutter rough praises against your ear, “so perfect, taking all of me like this…” — when the door cracks open and his jay freezes in the doorway, wide-eyed and shocked; for a split second you tense. “sorry i was just coming to get my charger-.” jay mutters, covering his eyes.
but sunghoon only moves the blanket, covering your body as his grip in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to keep you exposed, his hips snapping even harder against yours as he growls low and steady, “stay still, baby. don’t you dare stop now,” — his cold, focused eyes never even glancing at him, all his attention locked on you, fucking you through the humiliation like he’s claiming you in front of people without saying a word.
jungwon
jungwon’s body is pressed so close against yours, moving with slow, deep thrusts that make your whole body shiver beneath him, his hand laced with yours above your head, his mouth brushing against your temple as he whispers, “you’re doing so good for me, baby, just like that…”
his voice shaky from holding himself back, savoring every second he’s inside you; the moment is soft, intimate, so wrapped up in each other that neither of you hear the door click open until you catch a glimpse of movement and lift your head just in time to see sunghoon and heeseung standing frozen in the doorway. “oh shit, our bad guys, we thought y/n went home already..” sunghoon pushed heeseung, who just wanted to watch, out.
wide-eyed and speechless; you squeak in shock, trying to cover yourself, but jungwon just gently hushes you, smoothing his hand over your cheek, still moving inside you slowly like nothing else matters, his gaze locked on yours as he murmurs, “eyes on me, pretty girl… let them see how good you are for me,” his thrusts dragging deeper, slower, more possessive, like he’s reminding both you and them that you’re his and only his.
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heeseung 18+ audio ‧˚ ☾. ⋅
seungie stroking his pretty cock to the thought of you ᡣ𐭩
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"Booksmart, Bedroom smarter."
jake + f¡reader + sunghoon. 18+
WARNINGS — making out, edging, pet names (princess, babygirl, doll, etc.) praising, double penetration, cum eating, squirting, unprotected sex (dont do it, stay safe.) dirty talk.
You're tangled up with Jake and Sunghoon—nerds with dirty secrets. Two seemingly innocent, studious boys whose hidden desires come to light.
Note: this seemed to be requested by a few. i worked really hard on it, i think it might be my best work and definitely my longest one. i've spent over a month working on this so nonetheless, enjoy — this is proofread. ♡

The quiet hum of the library surrounded you, the air thick with the scent of old books and fresh paper. A dull desk lamp cast a soft glow over the scattered notes and open textbooks, but none of you had been paying attention for the last fifteen minutes. The original plan was to study for an upcoming physics exam, but focus had slipped through your fingers the moment Sunghoon started absently chewing on the end of his pen, and Jake had stretched lazily, his hoodie slipping just enough to reveal a sliver of toned skin.
You were supposed to be studying, but the air between you three had been charged all evening at the library—longer than that, if you were honest with yourself.
Jake adjusted his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose as he leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur. “You’re seriously telling me you don’t get this equation?” He smirked, his eyes flicking up to meet yours with something unreadable behind them. “I think you just like when I explain things to you.”
Sunghoon huffed from across the table, twirling his pen between his fingers. “Yeah, or maybe she just wants attention from both of us. You do ask a lot of questions.” His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying challenge in his voice, something he wasn’t quite saying out loud.
Your pulse quickened, heat creeping up your neck. It wasn’t unusual for them to flirt—they’d always been like this, pushing and testing boundaries, testing the line between playful and something deeper. But tonight, the tension felt different. More tangible.
Jake tilted his head, lips curving into a knowing smile. “If she wanted attention, she could’ve just said so.” His hand brushed against yours as he reached for his notebook, a fleeting touch that lingered longer than necessary.
Sunghoon exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous. You realize we haven’t gotten through a single chapter, right?” He shot you a glance, something playful but dark glinting in his eyes. “Should we just admit we’re not actually here to study?” Jake chuckled, closing his textbook with a soft thud. “Okay where are we going with this...” you say, raising an eyebrow.
The air between the three of you grew impossibly heavy, the weight of unspoken words and months of teasing finally pressing in from all sides. Your heart pounded as their gazes locked onto you, both of them waiting for something—your not quite sure what though. "Sunghoon can explain that," Jake looks at him, wiggling his eyebrows. "Can you guys focus for one moment? This exam is worth a lot and I'm not about to flop from distractions." Sunghoon huffs out, irritated.
"We've been working all day, I'm sure a short break won't hurt." Jake looks at you, "Right?" He smirks playfully, waiting for a response. "Mhm," you reply back.
Jake’s smirk deepened at your agreement, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the desk. “See? Even she thinks we deserve a break.” Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “Fine. But if I fail this test, I’m blaming you both.”
Jake chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, yeah. You stress too much.” His foot nudged yours under the table—light, barely noticeable, but intentional. Sunghoon glanced at you, something unreadable in his expression. “What do we even do for a break?” Jake hummed, shifting closer to you, his knee brushing yours. “Dunno. But I can think of a few things.” His voice was lower now, teasing, but there was an edge to it—something almost daring.
"What is happening? You both are acting strange. Especially Jake." Sunghoon scoffs at your words. “He's always playing around.” Jake turned to you instead. “But she doesn’t mind, do you?” His gaze lingered, a flicker of something playful but intense behind his eyes. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “You like when I mess with you.”
Your breath hitched. The air suddenly felt thick, charged with something neither of them were saying outright—but it was there, simmering beneath months of teasing, lingering glances, and fleeting touches.
Sunghoon exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a smirk, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to your lips for just a second before he looked away. “We’re wasting time.” But there was no real bite to his words.
Jake only grinned. “So? Maybe she doesn’t mind wasting a little time with us.” The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t joking anymore. You stare at them both, blankly and confused. "I don't think we are on the same page," you say softly.
Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop Jake when he reached for your hand, his fingers trailing lightly over yours before settling against your wrist. “If we’re taking a break, we should at least make it worth it,” Jake murmured. "If you know what we mean," his hand slides down to your thigh, gently caressing. This causes your body to shiver slightly.
"No, I don't know what neither of you mean. I'm completely lost actually," That was a lie. You know what they want, you just wanna hear them say it.
Sunghoon’s gaze flickered between you and Jake, then he sighed, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered—before standing and reaching for your other hand. He pulled you up gently but firmly, his grip warm and steady. Jake gets up as well, standing behind you, his hand trailing down to grab your waist and yank you closer to him, your cheeks turning bright red. “We wanna fuck,” he said, voice controlled but laced with something heavier.
You swallow hard, looking up at them. "Excuse me?–" Jake lowers his head down to your level, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck which causes you to bite your lower lip, despite feeling shocked from whats happening. I mean fuck, you never thought they'd want something like this? You thought they were always focused on grades and thats it.
"You didn't get it the first time, or second..." his finger slides underneath your shirt, his cold fingertips eliciting a moan from you. "So I'm being straightforward." Sunghoon watches you both, his serious demeanour breaking," My dorm is the closest," Jake smirked at him, letting you go. “Lead the way, Hoon.”
And just like that, studying was completely forgotten.

As you walked out of the library, the buzz of the campus seemed distant, as if the world had narrowed down to just the three of you. Sunghoon led the way, pulling you toward the dorms, his grip firm on your hand. Jake followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving you. The tension was almost suffocating, and every step you took felt heavier, like you were being pulled toward something you couldn't stop.
When you reached Sunghoon's room, he barely bothered with the door, pushing it open and guiding you inside. His eyes were intense, focused on you, as if everything about this moment depended on what you did next.
Jake was right behind you, his hands immediately finding your waist as he pressed his chest against your back. And there he went, stepping closer, his breath warm on your neck. He traced his fingers lightly along your arm, sending a shiver through you. "We've waited too long for this." His voice was barely above a whisper, his lips grazing your ear as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.
The kiss was urgent, like a dam breaking.
Jake's lips were soft but insistent, his hands coming to rest on your hips, pulling you into him as if he couldn't get close enough. Sunghoon's hand slipped to your back, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as he kissed the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
Everything about the moment felt electric. You could feel the way both of them moved together, not competing but complementing each other, their touches igniting a fire that had been building for months. Jake's hands were everywhere-on your hips, your back, your face-as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours.
Jake's lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin, sending a surge of heat through your veins. You arch your back against Sunghoon's chest when you felt him leave sloppy wet kisses on your shoulder with his cold hands caressing and gliding over the soft skin of your thighs. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmured, voice rough.
A part of you wanted to stop, it felt wrong but so right.
Your sandwiched between them, Jake sucking hard onto the skin of your neck to leave a purple hickey, a moan escaping your lips, "Ah mmph Jake.." he smirks at you, lifting his head up to meet your eyes.
Your pulse hammered as Jake’s smirk turned downright predatory, his dark eyes glinting with a need that sent a jolt straight to your core. “You’re fucking trembling,” he rasped, his voice dripping with raw lust as his thumb grazed over the fresh, throbbing hickey on your neck, making you whimper. He shot a quick, wicked glance at Sunghoon, some unspoken agreement flashing between them, before he crashed his lips back into yours, tongue pushing past with a hungry, desperate edge, tasting every moan you couldn’t hold back. Sunghoon’s hold on you turned possessive, his hard chest flush against your back, trapping you between their heat.
"You’ve got no idea how long we’ve fantasized about this,” he growled low in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin, making you shudder. His hands slid down, gripping your hips with bruising force before dipping lower, fingers teasing under the waistband of your pants, skimming over the sensitive skin with a touch that burned. His mouth latched onto the crook of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark, his tongue flicking over the spot as you squirmed against him.
"F-fuck, Hoon..." Your head spun, caught in a haze of their scent. Jake’s faint cologne mixing with Sunghoon’s clean, musky warmth—and the overwhelming press of their bodies. These nerds, the guys you thought were all about textbooks and grades, were fucking unraveling you, peeling back every layer with dark, primal intent. Jake’s hands shoved your shirt up, exposing your stomach to the cool air, his rough palms dragging over your ribs, thumbs brushing just under the edge of your bra as he groaned, “Shit, you feel so good.” His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling a shaky moan from your throat.
“Tell us how bad you want this,” he demanded, voice thick, eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak, daring you to give in completely. "I want it so bad.. please." Your chest heaved as Jake’s intense stare pinned you in place, his words still echoing in your head, dripping with filthy promise. The air was thick with lust, every fucking touch from them setting your nerves on fire. Sunghoon’s smirk burned against your neck as his deft fingers popped the button on your pants, yanking them down with a hungry impatience.
"Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growled, voice rough as sin, his breath hot and ragged while his hands roamed your bare skin like he owned every inch. Jake didn’t waste a goddamn second, ripping your shirt off and tossing it aside, his eyes devouring the sight of you half-naked, vulnerable between them. His calloused fingers traced the lace of your bra before he dove down, sucking and biting along your collarbone, leaving red marks as his hands shoved your pants and panties off in one go.
The sudden chill on your slick, aching pussy made you shudder, but their heat swallowed you right back up. Jake’s mouth crashed into yours again, tongue fucking into you with desperate need, while his hands gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, yanking you flush against him. Sunghoon stripped behind you, his shirt long gone, and you felt the hard, throbbing bulge of his cock through his jeans as he rutted against your ass, slow and deliberate, making you whine, "Sunghoon... fuck."
“You ready to take us both, sweetheart?” he rasped in your ear, voice pure filth, as his fingers hooked into your panties and dragged them down, leaving your dripping cunt and tight ass exposed to their greed. "Mm.." you mouth out quietly. He kicked off his jeans, and the raw heat of his bare skin against yours had you trembling with want. Jake pulled back, eyes dark and feral as he stripped down, his thick, hard cock springing free, already leaking precum as he stared at you like a predator about to feast.
He guided you down onto the nearest surface—fuck, could’ve been a bed, a couch, who cares—spreading your legs wide as he knelt between them. Sunghoon mirrored him, shedding his clothes, his own dick just as hard and ready, the sight of their pulsing lengths making your pussy clench with desperate need. They moved like they’d planned this shit for months—Jake at your front, hands spreading your trembling thighs as he lined his fat cock up with your soaked entrance, teasing the tip against your clit until you whimpered. Sunghoon took your back, his rough palms sliding down your spine, spreading your cheeks as he pressed his leaking tip against your tight hole.
“Relax, baby, we’ve got you,” Jake muttered, voice thick with lust, as he pushed in slow, his cock stretching your pussy wide, the burn turning to a deep, aching pleasure that ripped a moan from your throat, "Ah f-fuck!" Sunghoon groaned low as he eased into your ass, inch by fucking inch, the tight ring of muscle giving way to his thick shaft, the dual stretch of them filling you up so goddamn full you could barely breathe.
“Fuck, so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips hard as they both started to move, Jake’s thrusts deep and punishing, Sunghoon’s slower but just as brutal, their cocks dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The wet slap of skin on skin, their grunts, and your broken moans filled the air as they fucked into you, their pace picking up, driving you straight to the edge of fucking oblivion.
Their cocks pounding relentlessly, stretching your soaked pussy and tight ass to the goddamn limit. Jake’s hands clamped down on your thighs, spreading you wider as he slammed in, sweat dripping down his temple, his breath ragged as he snarled, “Fuck, you’re so tight, squeezing me so good.” His eyes burned into yours, wild with lust, every thrust hitting deeper, making you scream their names. "a...ah shit-" is all your able to mouth out.
The feeling of being filled to the limit makes your eyes roll back in a daze. Sunghoon’s fingers bruised your hips, his cock driving into your ass with brutal force, his pace faltering as he groaned against your ear, “Shit, I can’t hold it—gonna fill this tight cunt.” The pressure of them both, the wet, obscene sounds of their cocks sliding in and out, pushed you past your breaking point. Your body convulsed, pussy and ass clenching hard around them as you came, a shattered moan ripping from your throat, your vision blurring with pure, fucked-out bliss.
Jake’s control snapped, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep, a guttural “Fuck!” escaping him as he unloaded, hot cum flooding your pussy, spurt after thick spurt coating your insides. Sunghoon growled low, thrusting once, twice more before he exploded too, his cock throbbing as he pumped his load into your ass, the heat of it seeping deep, making you whimper at the overwhelming fullness. "ah f-fuckk!" you shout out, body trembling.
They rode out their highs, grinding slow and deep, ensuring every drop stayed inside you, marking you as theirs. After a tense, breathless moment, they eased out, their cocks slipping free with a wet, filthy sound, cum leaking from both your holes, dripping down your thighs as you shuddered at the sudden emptiness. Jake smirked, still panting, as he helped you sit up, his voice dripping with dark promise, “Not done with you yet, baby.” Sunghoon’s eyes glinted with agreement as he stood beside Jake, both their dicks still half-hard, slick with cum and your juices, twitching at the sight of you fucked-out and trembling.
"m..more?" Sunghoon’s hand fisted in your hair, tugging just hard enough to tilt your head up as he growled, “Mhm. Open that pretty mouth.” You obeyed, lips parting, tongue out as he guided his thick cock past your lips, the bitter, musky taste of his cum and your ass flooding your senses. You sucked him down, hollowing your cheeks, his low hiss urging you on as he rocked his hips slightly. Jake stepped in next, stroking his glistening shaft before you switched, taking him deep into your throat, the salty remnants of his cum from your pussy mixing on your tongue as he groaned.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” his hand cupping your face while you worked him over. They alternated, using your mouth like their personal toy, grunting and swearing under their breath until they hit their limits again. "Gghh.." you gag around their cocks. Sunghoon came first this time, thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat as he held your head steady, forcing you to swallow every fucking drop. Jake followed right after, his load spilling over your tongue, hot and sticky, as he muttered, “Good fucking girl,” watching you gulp it down with hazy, satisfied eyes. When they finally pulled away, chests heaving, they softened almost instantly.
Jake dropped to his knees in front of you, brushing damp hair from your face with a gentle hand, a lopsided grin breaking through the haze of lust. “You’re unreal, you know that?” he said, voice warm now, thumb tracing your swollen lips. Sunghoon collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest, his heartbeat steady under your cheek as he kissed the top of your head. “We didn't hurt you, did we?” he whispered, his tone quiet but sincere. "N-no.. that was amazing." you whisper out breathless. The three of you melting into a tangled, sated pile, the raw heat fading into something softer, sweeter, as you basked in the afterglow together.
you made it to the end. i wanted to explain why i was on a almost—3 month hiatus now. its quite personal but i started exams and went through a break up—ofcourse i feel much better and im happy to say ill be writing again! thank you so much for all the support on my work, its much appreciated. and also thank you to @w2hoonki for requesting this idea !! <3 i hope you all are doing well.🥹💘
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All of you, Always



𓂃𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭
| 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 ��𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮
〻(muse.) lee heeseung
〻(wc.) 5.2k
〻(genre.) smut. non idol! au.
〻(cont.) fem! reader. description of female anatomy. unprotected sex. kissing. oral sex (male receiving). cum eating (reader swallows). creampie. overstimulation. praise. switch! heeseung. slightly subby hee. reader wants to please hee. riding. couch sex. soft sex.
They were supposed to go out. Dinner reservations, cute outfits—a normal night like any other couple. Instead, she ends up in her boyfriend’s lap wrapped around his cock. Then again, with the way every one of their dates ends up exactly like this, did they really miss anything?
The door clicks shut softly behind you.
You slip out of your heels at the entryway, leaving them next to Heeseung’s worn sneakers. For a moment, your heart squeezes at the sight: your shoes and his, side by side like they belong together.
Like you belong here.
You let yourself pretend, just for a heartbeat, that this is your shared home. Pretend he’s your husband waiting in the next room, pretend you’re walking into the rest of your life.
‘One day’, you think with a smile.
Your white maxi skirt brushes your ankles as you pad barefoot down the hallway. The fabric hugs your hips and waist, the soft tube top above showing off your shoulders, your belly, your curves—you know he’ll notice. He always does.
You knock softly on the closed studio door, smiling to yourself. A beat later, his voice—warm, a little distracted—floats through.
“Come in, baby.”
You open the door and step inside. The studio is dim, cozy—monitors glowing, fairy lights casting a soft haze over the cluttered space.
Heeseung’s hunched over the mixing board, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, brows furrowed in concentration. He turns when he hears you, and when he sees you his whole face lights up.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower just for you.
You cross the room to him without hesitation, your skirt swishing softly around your legs.
He rises halfway from his chair, meeting you for a kiss — slow, sweet, a lingering brush of lips that feels like sinking into something warm and endless.
His hands skim over your waist, squeezing lightly, like he needs to reassure himself that you’re real.
“Missed you,” he says against your mouth.
“Missed you too, Hee,” you whisper back.
He pulls back just enough to grin at you—soft, a little smug, eyes dipping down to drink you in.
You see the way his gaze catches on the sliver of skin showing between your top and skirt, the way his fingers flex like he’s fighting the urge to touch.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, almost to himself.
You laugh, cheeks heating, and tap his chest lightly.
“You wanted to show me something?”
“Yeah,” he says, snapping out of his daze. “New track. Just finished it.”
He sits back down and pulls you into his lap without a second thought, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, the other resting lazily on your thigh—his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over your skin.
You melt against him, arms looping around his neck, your chest pressed flush to his.
You can feel his heartbeat, quick and steady beneath your palm.
The track starts—a low, throbbing beat, thick with bass and lazy synths.
It’s sexy, smoky, the kind of song that makes your body want to move without thinking. Heat coils low in your stomach instantly.
You tilt your head, giving him a playful look.
“It’s hot,” you murmur.
Heeseung grins, cocky and shy all at once.
“Made it thinking about you.”
Your stomach flips. You kiss him, just a quick press of lips that isn’t nearly enough, and before you know it, you’re kissing him again.
Slower. Deeper.
Your fingers threading into the messy strands of his hair, tugging gently. Heeseung hums against your mouth, hand squeezing your thigh a little harder.
The beat plays on, slow and grinding, a rhythm that sinks into your bones.
You start to move—tiny shifts of your hips in his lap, not even thinking about it. Just wanting to feel more of him, wanting to give more of yourself.
His breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, over his stubbled chin, down the column of his throat.
You find the spot just behind his ear you know drives him crazy, and suck lightly at the skin there, your teeth grazing his earlobe.
He shudders beneath you, hips jerking up instinctively.
“Baby,” he groans, voice wrecked already. “You’re playing dirty.”
You smile against his neck, smug and sweet.
His hand moves up, sliding over your skirt, fingertips ghosting over the soft skin of your thigh, your hip, your waist—his touches light and teasing, but filled with a promise you know too well.
“Can’t help it,” you whisper. “You make it so easy.”
Heeseung laughs—low and breathless—and captures your mouth in another kiss, rougher this time, teeth nipping at your lower lip.
You’re dizzy with it—the taste of him, the feel of his body under yours, the sound of his music wrapping around you both like a spell.
Heeseung leans back in his chair slightly, dragging you even closer onto his lap.
You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh now, hot and demanding through the fabric of his sweats.
“You feel that, pretty girl?” he murmurs against your mouth. “You do that to me.”
His hands trail down your body — tracing the curve of your waist, the soft dip of your exposed belly button and the flare of your hips over the tight fabric of your skirt.
You whimper, grinding down just slightly—enough to make you both gasp. Heeseung growls softly, gripping your hips to hold you still.
“Fuck,” he breathes.“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck you right here, baby.”
You blink down at him, pupils blown wide, heart hammering.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” you whisper back.
Heeseung stares at you for a second—like you’ve just undone every bit of his control—and then he’s standing, sweeping you up in his arms so fast you squeal.
One of his arms hooks under your thighs, the other around your back, lifting you off like you weigh nothing.
The world tilts as he turns, heading toward the back of the studio — toward the worn, familiar couch tucked against the wall.
The one that’s seen its share of late nights and lazy, heated sessions, and that’s about to witness another.
He sets you down in front of it carefully, but he doesn’t let go. Not even for a second.
His hands roam — reverent, greedy — tracing up your sides, over the curve of your waist, along the bare skin peeking out between your top and skirt.
“God, look at you,” he breathes, voice wrecked.
And then slowly, teasingly, he reaches for the hem of your white tube top.
His fingertips skim up your sides, dragging the fabric higher, baring more and more skin as he goes.
You lift your arms obediently, heart pounding, and Heeseung peels the top off you, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.
His eyes darken immediately.
You’re not wearing a bra, just delicate little silicone pasties covering your nipples—a teasing, playful barrier he hadn’t expected.
Heeseung’s throat works as he swallows hard, chest rising and falling faster.
“Fuck,” he whispers, voice laced with awe. “Baby…”
You smile, slow and mischievous, and reach up, peeling the pasties off one by one—teasing, slow—watching the way his gaze tracks every movement, hungry and helpless.
When your bare breasts are finally exposed to him, Heeseung lets out a heavy, shaky breath, like he’s trying—and failing—to hold himself back.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, hands finding your waist again, sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing softly over your nipples, pulling a breathy moan from you. Heeseung groans, deep in his chest, thumbs circling, caressing, worshipping.
“My beautiful, perfect girl.” he murmurs.
You arch into his hands instinctively, chasing his touch, and he rewards you with a lazy, heated kiss, tongue teasing yours, slow and filthy.
When he finally moves again, it’s to sink down to his knees in front of you, hands finding the waistband of your skirt.
“Been thinking about this since I saw you,” he admits, voice hoarse. “Peeling this off. Seeing what’s mine.”
He presses a kiss to your belly button, making you both chuckle a little. He drags the skirt down slowly—agonizingly slow—his palms tracing the curves of your hips, your thighs, as he goes.
The skirt falls to the floor in a soft puddle around your ankles.
You stand there now in just a simple pair of white panties—sweet, delicate, almost innocent—and Heeseung visibly twitches in his sweats at the sight of you.
You bite your lip, feeling a wicked thrill pulse through you.
You can see the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants—see how much he wants you, how much he’s holding back for you.
“See what you do to me, pretty girl?” he rasps, running his hands slowly up your calves, your knees, your thighs—every touch a brand, every inch a silent worship.
You reach for him, fingers curling into the front of his hoodie, tugging him closer.
“Show me, Hee,” you whisper.
His eyes flash—dark, dangerous, beautiful—and he surges up, capturing your mouth in a desperate, bruising kiss.
Heeseung’s hands roam everywhere at once—cupping your breasts, gripping your thighs, sliding under your panties to palm the heat between your legs.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he growls against your mouth, fingers teasing your slit,making you gasp and writhe under him.
“All this,” he whispers, dragging his fingers up to rub slow circles against your clit, “just for me?”
“Always,” you whimper, with a dazed smile.
Heeseung smiles and leans in, nipping your jaw lightly.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Heeseung whispers, voice rough and low, his hands warm and possessive, now on your thighs.
But he doesn’t move to undress yet.
No—he stays fully clothed, looming over you, looking down at you like he’s starving.
And you know him well enough to recognize that glint in his eyes—the one that means he wants devour you.
He leads you to sit on the couch and leans in, mouth finding your breast—and for a moment, he just breathes you in, his nose brushing the curve of your skin, his lips ghosting over the soft swell.
Then he kisses you there: open-mouthed, wet, hungry, but not hurried. Never hurried.
Heeseung savors you, dragging his mouth across your breast, tasting every inch, pressing kisses along the delicate slope before finally closing his lips around your nipple.
You gasp, arching up into him instinctively.
His tongue flicks softly at first—light, teasing laps that make you whine—then he sucks harder, pulling your nipple into the hot, wet heat of his mouth, rolling it gently between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Your hands fly to his hair, tugging helplessly.
Heeseung hums against your skin—a deep, pleased sound that vibrates through your chest—then moves to your other breast, giving it the same slow, worshipful attention.
He suckles, slow and filthy, hands squeezing your waist, your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself.
“You taste so good everywhere,” he murmurs against you, the vibrations of his voice shooting straight down between your legs.
You can feel your panties sticking to you now, wet and clinging, and you know he feels it too—his hands sliding lower, thumbs brushing just under the waistband teasingly, making you writhe.
Then, without a word, Heeseung drops to his knees again, kneeling between your spread thighs like you’re something holy.
His hands slide up your thigh slowly, thumbs pressing gently into the soft flesh as he takes it and spreads it as he leans in.
And then he kisses you right over the wet fabric of your panties. A gasp rips from your throat, sharp and desperate.
Heeseung groans softly, mouthing at your clothed pussy, his tongue dragging a slow, lazy stripe over the soaked cotton, making sure you feel everything through the thin barrier.
You whimper, hips bucking up into his mouth, but he just holds you down, big hands pressing into your thighs, keeping you still, helpless under his teasing.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs against you, breath hot and damp.
“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping through your panties.” You feel him smirk against you—‘cocky bastard’ you think—and then he licks a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit, pressing his mouth against the fabric like he wants to taste you through it.
You whimper his name, hips grinding against his mouth desperate for more. Heeseung chuckles—low and sinful—and pulls back just enough to admire the growing wet patch between your legs.
“Look at this,” he murmurs, voice thick with need. “All for me.”
You can barely breathe—barely think—and he’s still fully dressed, still teasing, still completely in control.
You reach for him blindly, tugging at the hem of his hoodie.
“Off,” you plead, lust lacing your words. “Please, Hee… want you.”
Heeseung’s eyes darken even further, and finally, finally, he relents.
“Anything for you, pretty girl,” he says, voice pure filth wrapped in velvet.
He stands up slowly, grabbing the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off in one smooth motion—baring his lean, strong torso to you, the faint lines of his abs flexing as he moves.
You see the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, the flushed heat spreading across his chest.
Next, his sweats—he pushes them down, revealing his cock, thick and flushed, curved up toward his belly, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Heeseung stands over you, fully naked now, chest heaving, cock flushed and leaking, and you can’t help it—your mouth waters at the sight of him.
You sit up slowly, feeling the heat between your legs throb with need, but right now, you want him to fall apart first.
Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock—hot, thick, pulsing under your touch—and Heeseung hisses between his teeth, hips jerking slightly.
“Baby…” he groans, voice strained, his hand instinctively finding the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair, grounding himself against the overwhelming need clawing through him.
You look up at him through your lashes, catching the wild, glassy look in his dark eyes—and then you lean forward and press a soft, tender kiss to the leaking tip of his cock.
Heeseung shudders violently, a broken sound escaping his throat.
“Fuck, baby—”
You smile and then drag your tongue in a long, slow stripe from the very base of his shaft all the way up to the head, lapping at the bead of pre-cum there like you’re savoring the taste of him.
Heeseung’s fingers tighten in your hair, a ragged breath tearing from his chest.
“God, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, hips twitching helplessly.
You hum against him, then part your lips and take him into your mouth—slowly, teasingly, letting the thick head of his cock glide over your tongue, feeling the heavy weight of him stretch your mouth deliciously.
Heeseung groans—a deep, helpless sound that makes you clench around nothing.
He’s trying so hard to stay still, trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth like he’s desperate to.
You take him deeper, inch by inch, feeling the slick, heated slide of his cock over your tongue, down your throat.
Your jaw aches slightly, but you don’t care—you want him, want all of him, want to taste and feel and ruin him.
His hand cradles the back of your head tenderly, thumb stroking the side of your neck, his body trembling under your worship.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he moans, his voice a wrecked, broken thing. “Taking me so good. Ah-!”
You bob your head slowly, building a lazy, messy rhythm, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock every time you pull back.
Drool slips from the corner of your mouth, slicking his shaft, and Heeseung swears under his breath, his hips giving tiny, helpless thrusts he can’t seem to control anymore.
“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he gasps, warning you, giving you the chance to pull away—but you don’t.
You dig your nails into his thighs. You take him deeper, suck harder—own the way he falls apart for you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Heeseung moans, thighs trembling, and then he’s spilling into your mouth, hot and thick and overwhelming.
You hold him deep, swallowing every drop, feeling him pulse and jerk on your tongue, listening to the desperate, broken sounds he makes as you milk him through it.
When he finally stills, panting like he just ran a marathon, you pull back slightly, opening your mouth wide—showing him his release pooling in your mouth, mixing with your saliva.
You swirl it with your tongue. Heeseung groans, low and filthy, eyes dark and blown wide with lust and awe.
“Jesus, baby,” he chokes out. “You’re fucking perfect.”
You hold his gaze, smiling around the filthy mess he gave you—and then you swallow, slow and deliberate, throat working visibly.
Heeseung watches you like he’s ready to fall to his knees.
“Come here,” he rasps, grabbing your face in both hands, pulling you up into a messy, hungry kiss—almost like he needs to taste himself on your lips, like he can’t stand another second without you.
The kiss is filthy; wet and open-mouthed and desperate, his tongue tangling with yours, his body shuddering against you.
Heeseung breaks the kiss first—panting against your lips, trembling slightly. His hands roam your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like he needs to touch every inch of you to believe you’re real.
He moves instinctively to guide you back down onto the couch, trying to lay you out beneath him, to worship you like he promised.
But you don’t let him.
You press your palms flat against his chest, feeling the rapid drum of his heart, and gently push.
Heeseung blinks up at you, dazed, confused, completely gone for you.
You don’t say a word.
You just look at him—eyes dark, lips swollen, body humming with power—and he obeys immediately, sinking back onto the couch with a soft, wrecked sound.
You stand up—barefoot, bare-chested, in nothing but those damp, clinging white panties.
His gaze devours you—moving slowly up the length of your legs, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your breasts.
He looks hungry, helpless, wrecked—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.
You turn around slowly—giving him your back—and Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like he’s physically restraining himself from grabbing you.
You glance over your shoulder at him—smirking softly—and then hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Teasing.
You peel the fabric down inch by agonizing inch—over the curve of your ass, your thighs, your knees—moving with a lazy, sensual roll of your hips.
Heeseung’s breath hitches sharply behind you.
You can feel his gaze like a physical caress, heavy and searing on your bare skin.
When the panties slip past your knees, you feel a slick, sticky pull and as the panties slide down, a thin, glistening string of slick stretches from your soaked pussy to the fabric.
You hear it—the broken, helpless sound Heeseung makes.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, voice rough and raw. “Baby…”
You glance back again, catching the way his eyes are locked on the obscene sight, his hands now fisted tight against his thighs, his cock twitching visibly, already painfully hard again.
You let the panties fall to the floor, and step out of them gracefully, kicking them aside.
You don’t rush.
You don’t speak.
You just let him watch—let him see everything—the bare, plump curve of your thighs, the perfect curve of your ass, the slick shining between your legs, all for him.
You reach behind yourself—slowly, lazily—and run your fingers along the inside of your thigh, up to the slick heat between your legs, gathering it on your fingertips deliberately.
Heeseung swears again—a filthy, desperate sound—and you hear the faint thud of his head dropping back against the couch, as if the sight of you is too much to survive.
You turn around slowly to face him—naked, wet, radiant in the soft golden light of the studio—and you see him: completely undone. Eyes blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving.
Heeseung looks at you like you’re a goddess, a dream, something he’s too fucked to deserve but too in love to resist.
“Come here, baby,” he rasps, voice so rough it scrapes the air.
You take your time—walking toward him slowly, hips swaying, slick still shining between your thighs—and watch the way his jaw clenches, his fingers twitching like he’s dying to grab you.
But he doesn’t move.
He lets you come to him.
Lets you keep control, because he wants to see what you’ll do next. Because he trusts you completely. And you’re not done driving him crazy yet.
You climb onto his lap slowly, swinging one leg over him, feeling his hands automatically come to rest on your hips like magnets pulled to steel.
Heeseung looks up at you, flushed, breathless, wrecked.
Like you’re something holy.
Like you’re everything.
You settle onto his thighs, feeling the hard, hot weight of his cock pressing against your soaked folds.
His chest rises and falls quickly under you, every muscle in his lean body tight with restraint, with need.
You lean in, pressing your mouth to his in a messy, hungry kiss. It’s not soft, it’s desperate—tongues tangling, teeth clashing, hands grabbing.
You swallow his gasps, he swallows your whimpers.
It’s filthy and beautiful all at once.
While your mouths stay locked, you start to move your hips—slowly grinding your dripping pussy along his cock, slicking him up, teasing both of you with the obscene wet sounds filling the room.
Heeseung groans into your mouth, his hands flexing on your hips as he fights the urge to thrust up into you.
“Baby…” he breathes, voice cracking. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
You keep sliding up and down his length, the heavy weight of him dragging against your clit every time you grind your hips forward, making you gasp into his mouth.
Every pass smears your arousal over his cock, coating him, making him harder, hotter, pulsing between your thighs.
It’s slow torture—for both of you—but you love the way he falls apart under you.
You love how helpless he looks, how beautiful he is when he’s wrecked for you.
Eventually, you pull back from the kiss—panting, both of you dazed and shaking. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth—biting it, tugging it gently—before letting it go with a wet pop.
Heeseung’s eyes flutter closed for a second—like even that small act is enough to destroy him.
You sit up straighter, still grinding lazily, feeling his cock twitch under you.
Then, without breaking eye contact, you reach behind yourself, your fingers wrapping around the slick, hot length of him.
Heeseung’s hips jerk up instinctively, but you press him back down with a hand on his chest, smirking.
“Easy, baby,” you whisper.
Heeseung whines softly—actually whines—and you almost feel bad for how desperate he looks.
Almost.
You line him up with your entrance, the fat, swollen head of his cock pressing against your soaked, aching pussy and you both freeze there for a second, the air thick and electric between you.
You look into his eyes—really look—and see everything: the love, the lust, the devotion, the helpless awe.
And then he whispers.
“I love you,”
His voice rough and raw and so full of everything he is.
It knocks the air from your lungs. The way he says it, like it’s a prayer, like it’s a promise.
You smile, heart splitting wide open, leaning in just enough to press your forehead to his.
“I love you too,” you whisper back.
And then you sink down onto him—slowly, deeply, completely—taking him inside inch by inch, stretching around him, filling yourself with all of him.
You both moan—loud, helpless, raw—clutching at each other like you might fall apart without the connection.
Heeseung’s hands tighten on your hips, but he doesn’t move.
He lets you have this—lets you take him exactly how you want, exactly how you need.
You bottom out, feeling the thick, aching stretch of him seated fully inside you, the way he fits so perfectly it’s almost unbearable.
You stay there for a moment—both of you shaking, gasping, barely holding on—and then you start to move.
Slow.
Lazy.
Sensual.
Grinding your hips in tight circles, rocking up and down on his cock, feeling every thick, delicious drag of him inside you.
Heeseung watches you, completely wrecked and completely in love. He lets you ride him at your own pace, his mouth dropping open in awe every time you sink down onto him again.
“You’re so hot,” he breathes, voice breaking. “So fucking perfect, my love.”
You smile through the haze of heat and pleasure—because he means it. You know he means every single word.
“So you keep saying.”
You ride him slow, deep, deliberate—grinding down onto him with every roll of your hips, taking him deeper than should be possible, making both of you gasp and shudder with every wet, filthy slap of skin on skin.
Heeseung groans beneath you, his head tipping back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to breathe through the pleasure.
His hands can’t stay still.
One slides down — grabbing a handful of your ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, squeezing like he can’t help himself.
The other moves up — cupping your breast, groping shamelessly, thumb flicking across your nipple, making you whimper.
“God, you feel so good,” he pants, eyes glassy and wild, hips jerking up instinctively every time you grind down onto him.
You lean forward, hands braced on his shoulders, grinding your clit against the hard line of his pelvis with every movement, chasing more friction, more heat.
Heeseung surges up slightly—mouth finding your neck—and he kisses you there, messy and wet and hungry.
His tongue drags sloppily over your throat, mouth sucking at the sensitive skin just below your ear, teeth scraping lightly, leaving tingling trails in his wake.
You shiver violently, gasping, riding him harder without meaning to.
You know what he’s doing—know he’s trying to mark you up again, claim you in the most primal way he knows how.
You feel his mouth linger, sucking harder for just a moment, and you slap his shoulder lightly, breathless.
“Hee,” you gasp, half laughing, half moaning. “Don’t leave too many… You know I hate covering them up.”
Heeseung chuckles—low, filthy and so fucking smug.
But he doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he licks the spot he just sucked—tongue slow and hot against your skin—and murmurs against you:
“You look so beautiful wearing my marks, baby.”
You feel it—the deep throb of want at his words—and you clench around him hard, making him groan into your neck.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against your pulse, voice thick with love and lust and something darker underneath. “Only mine.”
You whimper, riding him faster now, grinding rougher, harder, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort.
The knot in your belly pulls tighter, heat building low and deep, your orgasm coiling inside you like a fuse about to snap.
Heeseung feels the change instantly. The hand playing with your tits slides down until his fingers find your clit.
He rubs tight, fast circles against the swollen bundle of nerves—perfect, relentless pressure—and the sensation is devastating.
You cry out—a raw, broken sound—your body clenching around him so hard he gasps, hips jerking up into you.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants, eyes locked on yours, voice almost frantic. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna feel you lose it on my cock.”
You grind down harder, chasing the friction, the heat, the desperate need clawing through you.
You’re so close.
You can feel it—your walls fluttering around him, your legs trembling, your mind going white with the overwhelming pleasure building inside you.
Heeseung keeps working your clit, keeps whispering filthy, beautiful things against your skin—and you break.
Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave—huge and devastating.
It starts in your pussy—a sharp, blinding pulse deep inside—and then spreads outward, a fiery flood through your thighs, your belly, your chest, your vision blurring around the edges with the force of it.
You cry out, body seizing, back arching—blinded by pleasure, blinded by him.
Your mind whites out for a moment—but even through the shuddering, searing waves of your orgasm, you’re still aware of him underneath you.
Still aware of Heeseung’s cock, thick and hot, buried deep inside you. Still aware of his desperate moans, the way his hands clutch at your hips, trying to hold on.
You falter — just for a second — hips stuttering as the pleasure overloads you, but you don’t stop.
You refuse to stop.
You force yourself to keep moving—grinding down onto him, riding him through it, milking him with every slow, trembling roll of your hips, even as your own body shudders uncontrollably.
And then you feel it—feel him chasing you into the abyss.
Heeseung’s cock twitches violently inside you, and his breath breaks apart into guttural, frantic moans.
“Baby,” he gasps—voice shredded, desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna cum—”
You clench around him—deliberately—tightening your pussy around his pulsing length, dragging another helpless, broken groan from him.
You feel him jerk, feel the first thick pulse of his orgasm spill into you, hot and overwhelming, flooding you deep inside.
Heeseung cums hard — hips thrusting up helplessly into you, hands fisting in the meat of your hips, trying to anchor himself as you ride him through it.
You don’t let up.
You keep moving, slow and filthy and relentless, grinding down against him, coaxing every last spurt of cum from his cock.
Milking him dry.
You feel every twitch, every pulse—feel the way he tries to thrust up into you weakly, instinctively—feel the way his body trembles under yours, totally undone.
And you match him—your body clenching when he pulls back, relaxing when he pushes in, drawing him deeper, squeezing around him, refusing to let him go until there’s nothing left to give.
It’s too much—for both of you—the overstimulation bordering on unbearable, pleasure bleeding into pain, into something even deeper, even more raw.
Heeseung’s head falls back against the couch, his throat exposed, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes screwed shut as he rides it out.
You shudder through aftershocks, clinging to his shoulders, both of you shaking, sweating, completely ruined together.
Finally—finally—when his last drop is buried inside you, when your bodies can’t handle a second more—you collapse against his chest, trembling, both of you gasping for breath.
Heeseung wraps his arms around you instantly—holding you so tightly it almost hurts—pressing messy, desperate kisses to your hair, your shoulder, your neck.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, voice still wrecked. “I love you so, so much, my love.”
You nuzzle into him, feeling his cum leak slowly from between your thighs, feeling the messy, beautiful reality of what you just did together.
You smile weakly against his skin, your heart swollen and aching with how much you love him.
You don’t say anything.
You don’t have to.
He knows.
And so you stay there—tangled, trembling, filled—as the room hums softly around you, as the studio lights blur in your vision, as the world narrows down to just you and Heeseung, still breathing each other in.
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step dad heeseung whos soo manipulative toward you, always shushing you and saying its okay, praising you and telling you how much better you are but you have to keep it a secret 🫣
unedited and sorry for the late responses. just a little busy!
content warnings: dubcon, creampie, mentions of making porn, stepdad!hee
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You truly don’t know how he does it. Heeseung knows how to say all the right things and make your guilt and worries fade away with a simple touch of his hands.
It started so innocently at first. His compliments felt too inappropriate for a stepdad, but Heeseung always told you he said the truth. Then it was holding your hand in public when the two of you were alone. It’s just to keep you safe so he’ll know where you are at all times.
Then it crossed a boundary. Heeseung kissing your cheek when he sees you because he says that’s what good stepfathers do. Touching your body because you look tense and need to relax. Eating your pussy because he wants you to know what it feels like should you ever get a boyfriend. Making you stroke his cock so you know how to do it when the time eventually comes.
And then there’s tonight.
Heeseung’s naked body is pressed directly on top of yours underneath the blankets like it makes all of it okay. He insisted that you slept next to him because his wife was out of town, and it made sense when he gave you those deer eyes and told you he missed you. Even when he pulled your ass close to his crotch under the guise of cuddling you, did it feel normal and common practice.
He’s no stranger to the feeling of your pussy, nor do you shy away from his big, leaking cock. Heeseung kisses your throat and puts you on your back as he slides your panties down your leg until his bare cock situates itself against your wet, puffy folds.
“My princess,” he mutters against your lips. The wet smacks, paired with the wet squelched, makes Heeseung feel like he’s in some movie. “Feels good, yeah?”
“S-So good,” you squeak. His hot, building tip keeps brushing against your erect clit.
“Doing so good f’me. Can I put my dick inside? Let me make you feel good, baby. Please let me feel you.”
Who are you to say no?
The stretch is almost unbearable but Heeseung shushes your cries with his lips. You focus on kissing him and keeping your legs spread open to accommodate his tall body. Heeseung’s hands rub circles against your hip in an attempt to soothe the pain, and he forces himself not to shove the entirety of his cock into you.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he moans against you. He pushes another inch inside. “I could do this all day if you let me.”
“Please…”
“You want that?” Heeseung taunts. “Want my dick in you all the time?”
“I do, but…it feels wrong.”
He shakes his head and kisses you tenderly. “What’s wrong about having sex with someone you love? Don’t you love me?”
“I do…”
“I love you, baby.” He kisses you again and bottoms out, balls pressed to your ass. Heeseung hears you gasp and feels you clamor for his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to ground yourself. “I’ll show you what good sex feels like, but you can’t tell anyone, okay?”
And it goes like that. You cum first. He cums inside of you too, but doesn’t let up. It’s like your pussy was made for him with the way you’re taking it like a champ.
“So much better than your mom,” he mutters as he slangs his hips. The sound makes him so hard that he thinks he might burst any second. “We could be fucking all day.”
Heeseung smirks when you moan and when he feels you clench around him. He’s so hard that it hurts. He doesn’t get like that with anyone else.
“I know you like it when I’m inside you,” Heeseung whispers by your ear. His warmth breath makes your toes curl and paired with his thrusts, you wonder if this is what Heaven feels like. “Might take a picture so I can fuck myself to you when you’re away.”
He grins like a madman when you arch your back and moan.
“Yeah? My pretty stepdaughter wants to make porn with me, doesn’t she?” Heeseung’s dick lodges deeper inside of you. “Slutty little pornstar. I’ll make you cum and squirt on camera.”
“Oh god!”
“So hot.” He lifts himself up and braces both palms beside your head when he starts lifting his hips to plow right into you until you’re both finishing at the same time. He pulls out quickly, but not enough to spare you from the dripping cum that hits your slit and leaks down your body.
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A sweet poison



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*pairing: pervy ravenclaw Sunghoon x popular slytherin Girl
*trope: opposites attract
*synopsis: Y/n, a cunning, spoiled, and provocative Slytherin, constantly clashes with Sunghoon, a brilliant and cynical Ravenclaw, who is irresistibly drawn to his complex personality. Despite the tension between them and their mutual attitude of defiance, an intense chemistry emerges beneath their banter. Their relationship evolves into a game of power and attraction, where provocations become a battleground, fueled by passions that are never fully expressed. Y/n, always in control, challenges Sunghoon to push past his limits, while he struggles to maintain his cool, but fails to do so completely.
*tags: A lot of tension, Hoon is slightly shy and the protagonist a bit spoiled, a lot of kisses, make couple as prefects of the castle at night, power games, degradation, masturbation (m. hidden room of the castle) unprotected sex (don’t horny) (f. masturbation) suckers, fingering, dirty talk, obsession, pet names (vipers,princess) (hoon,hoonie) +18, confession of their feelings
(English is not my native language)
Being a Slytherin in 2025 had become, for many, almost a trend—a label to flaunt with pride — all smug smirks and loosened ties around stiff collars but you weren’t like them. Your name carried weight.
Your surname whispered in the corridors of Hogwarts, came with a heavy legacy. Daughter of one of the last Pureblood families still loyal to the old magical aristocracy. Not the polished, flashy kind fit for magazine covers, but the real kind — the kind that had shed blood and cast spells to protect their name... and that of others.
Your father was in Azkaban. He had protected the Malfoy family — and not only them. He made forbidden deals, hid evidence, and buried names.
He wasn’t a Death Eater, but… he’d come damn close. And you?
You wore that burden like an emerald choker: heavy, uncomfortable, but devastatingly beautiful.
You couldn’t care less about people’s blood status — if someone studied at Hogwarts, they deserved to be there. Period but you'd never stoop so low as to say it out loud.
Not when your Slytherin aura — cold, elegant, untouchable — was such a convenient way to keep people at bay… and keep eyes on you from those too scared to get close.
The boys wanted you. The girls… either feared you or desperately tried to be near you. Real friends? You could count them on one hand. Maybe half.
And then there was him.
Park Sunghoon. Ravenclaw. Muggle-born. One of the brightest — most dangerously intelligent — wizards of his generation. Hoon didn’t believe in Houses. He didn’t care for appearances — he believed in results, merit, and reason over instinct. He looked at you the way someone looks at a particularly annoying problem — an equation that refused to make logical sense. You were brilliant, sure. But too… theatrical. Too seductive. Too moody. Too everything.
And yet, he couldn’t look at you. There were days when he’d stare from across the room, thinking you wouldn’t notice. But you did. You always did. Because he hated you — or at least, that’s what he told himself.
The truth?
He wanted you. Worse — he couldn’t get you out of his head.
And you knew it. Oh, you knew.
Every time you walked past him, you left behind a trail of perfume and poison. Every time you sat near him in the library, just to throw him off.
Every time you dropped a razor-sharp comment in class, and caught that twitch of a smile on his lips — the one that said only one thing:
This girl is driving me insane.
He hated how perfectly dramatic you were. You loved how hard he tried not to notice and while everyone at Hogwarts kept on with their lives — botched potions, flying brooms, half-cast spells — the two of you were there two opposite poles. Two Houses at War and yet, all it took was a look, a silence held a second too long, a whispered fight in a forgotten tower and the world stopped making sense.
The magic hall was one of the oldest in the castle. Tall, gothic, with faded tapestries on the walls, embroidered with the entwined symbols of the four Houses: the lion, the snake, the badger, and the raven.
Floating candles flickered in the air, casting a warm golden light that spilled across faces, neatly pressed uniforms, and the excited murmurs of the students.
You walked in as you always did — with that graceful step that wasn’t trying to draw attention… but always did.
The muffled sound of your shoes on the ancient floor almost seemed to set the rhythm of everyone’s breathing.
You sat in the Slytherin section, back straight, gaze sharp.
Everyone was talking — about Quidditch, the ever-trashier Muggle Ball, or checking if the Headmaster had arrived yet.
But your eyes, went straight where they shouldn’t have. There they were:
Heeseung — all lion pride and cocky grin. Next to him, T/L — his sister, a textbook Hufflepuff, kindness written across her face and sunshine in her voice. Sunoo, beaming as always and then… him.
Park Sunghoon.
Blue and black uniform, perfectly crisp.
Broad shoulders under his cloak. Long legs folded with that obsessive precision. His hair, thick and styled, always looked just a little tousled — like he’d fought a storm and come out victorious on purpose. You leaned against the desk with poised elegance, fingers laced.
T/L caught your eye and smiled warmly. You returned a faint nod — your rare, sincere way of saying “Yeah, I see you.”
And that’s when you noticed it — Hoon’s flushed cheeks.
The moment he saw you'd seen him, he looked away with a clumsy shift and pretended to adjust his tie. And you? You laughed — quietly, inwardly. Every time, the same story… those cheeks. That boyish flush. He always said it was the cold… sure. Cold ears, cold wrists, cold neck.
If you caught him jerking off thinking about you, he’d say he was “training against chronic irritation.”
Pathetic.…Adorable. But pathetic.
You didn’t even have time to tease him properly — you already had a few sharp lines ready on your tongue — When the great doors opened.
The Headmaster entered, and silence fell like a spell.
His voice, as every year, was slow, deliberate, and heavy with the solemnity only Hogwarts could conjure.
-Prefects, students, welcome to the next stage of the Conjunction Project- he began, hands clasped behind his back. -As you know, this exercise is meant to encourage inter-house collaboration…-
The speech went on, but the hall felt like it was holding its breath.
The duets. Mixed-House pairs, assigned for missions, studies, and exercises.
Two whole months and unless someone was hospitalized with dragon fever, the partners wouldn’t change.
-No exceptions,- the Headmaster added. -Except magical impossibility or illness. I trust that’s clear.-
He looked down at the parchment and began reading names. Each pair sparked groans, giggles, or sighs of resignation.
Until— Park Sunghoon… and Y/n L/n.-
Silence cracked the room for a second too long. Then came the whispers.
The stifled laughter, you turned your head toward him. He rolled his eyes in slow, theatrical disbelief and you smiled — that slow, sharp, challenging smile of yours, with just a touch of venom.
Of course.
Of course, this had to happen. As if it wasn’t enough having her voice in my dreams and her legs in my head. Two months. Two fucking months with her. With that tongue that only knows how to provoke, and that smile that makes me want to shut her up… and not with a spell,
Sunghoon thought.
It was 8:50 PM when you stepped out of the pool. Your hair is still damp, your skin carrying the scent of lavender salts and calming spells. You’d indulged a little too much in the prefects’ private sauna — one of the very few privileges in the castle that made you feel treated the way you deserved.
By 8:57 PM, you were still on the other side of the castle. At exactly 9:00, the astronomical clock in the heart of the tower struck with a solemn, echoing dong. At 9:02, you were running — cloak fluttering behind you, your shoes still a little wet in your rush. And by 9:06, you saw him.
Hoon was already there, standing at the entrance of the North corridor in the East Tower, bathed in the flickering light of an enchanted torch. His blue-and-black cloak perfectly in place, tie tight, expression unreadable… and his foot tapping impatiently against the floor. Living cliché, you thought. You approached with a confident step, a smirk playing on your lips. “Already checked the ghosts of the tower, or just practicing your patience on me?” Your voice was smooth, with just the right dose of poison. Hoon looked up at you with a huff. “You’re late.” His tone was sharp, precise — almost surgical. “Your first patrol. Congratulations, Y/n. You managed to turn duty into a spa-diva drama performance.” You let out a soft laugh and stepped even closer — your cloak parting just enough to reveal your bare legs under the uniform, your wand tucked into a garter you wore purely for vanity. “Oh, Hoonie…” you whispered, tilting your head. “Don’t tell me you’re flushed with rage again.” You reached out and theatrically brushed your fingers along his warm, blushing cheek. “You know, if you want to join me in the sauna, you just have to ask. No need to fake the fury.” Hoon clenched his jaw and took half a step back, throwing you a dark look. “It was the cold. You know, that thing that exists outside your cloud of perfume and narcissism.” His tone was sarcastic, biting but behind that stiff mask, you saw it. You always saw it — the red in his cheeks, the slightly quicker breath, the way he couldn’t look at you for more than three seconds without turning away. You followed as he started walking, those long legs moving quickly down the corridor. “What’s wrong, Ravenclaw? Running away from me?” You teased, following at a slower, more deliberate pace — a graceful glide. “Or are you afraid that if you slow down, you’ll, I don’t know… notice the sound of my footsteps behind you a little too much?” He lit the path with his wand, snapping out a curt “Lumos,” and without turning around, shot back: “The only sound I notice is your ego entering every room three minutes before you do.” You laughed. Quietly. Seductively. You walked behind him like a shadow — but with the elegance of an ancient charm.
What a challenge. What a damn walking riddle. He wants me. I see it. I feel it. But every time, he hides behind his bookish logic — and I love every second of this war. He’s playing. As always. And every time — every damn time — I catch myself thinking about that mouth… even while fending off Dementors during training.
Two months. Two. Whole. Months. What the hell did I do to deserve this divine punishment wrapped in a school uniform?
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You walked up to him as you continued down the dark corridor.
“Hoon?”
“Mhm?”
“You forgot to check behind that statue. There could be a Boggart… or worse… a student breaking curfew.”
He half turned.
You were too close — eyes locked on his, your breath brushing against his skin, and you bit your lip.
“You should check, you know. It’s your duty… Prefect Park.”
And you walked ahead, this time without another word but his ears were still red.
How is it even possible that someone who looks like he was sculpted by a god is too boring to give him a single flaw?
That straight, sharp nose — so unlike your own. You had a slight bump, and that difference annoyed you… and excited you at the same time.
His moles, scattered across his face like secret little constellations. You knew exactly where they were, by heart.
Thin lips, but slightly full, like they were always about to tell you something he’d never say.
Or kiss you — but only if you deserved it.
His hair was thick, dark, just messy enough from the November wind.
And those shoulders. Those damn broad, straight shoulders.
Lean, defined body — nothing flashy… but you knew what was under that uniform.
That image was still burned into your mind — him in the prefects' pool. Shirtless, water dripping from his neck, running down his chest, and stopping where eyes weren’t supposed to look.
But you had looked. Oh, you’d looked perfectly.
That’s exactly when he turned abruptly and pointed his wand at you — not threateningly, but just enough to make you raise an eyebrow.
“You should be checking the corridors, not counting my moles.”
His tone was cynical. Tired. Irritated.
You smiled. Slowly. Poisonously. Your signature move.
“Honestly, I find your constellations much more interesting. It’s November, after all. No sane person’s out at night in this cold… except for the two of us.
One because he’s a control freak, and the other because… well. Just look at this luck.”
Hoon clenched his jaw.
“Being a prefect isn’t a privilege to strut down corridors like it’s a fashion show. You have duties, Y/n.”
“Oh, Hoonie… such seriousness. Are you saying you don’t like it when I look at you?”
You stepped a little closer.
“Because you can pretend all you want… but your cheeks, sweetheart, are literally screaming ‘look at me again.’”
“It’s because of the cold.”
“Of course it is. And I’m a Hufflepuff with a heart of gold.”
The bickering went on like that the whole patrol.
You teasing him, him snapping back — sharp responses, always with that barely-contained nervousness that betrayed everything he refused to admit. Pure tension. Loaded silences. Steps were taken too close. Glances that lasted one second too long. Until the shift ended.
You walked together toward the common rooms, and when you reached the entrance to Slytherin, you turned for one last jab.
“So chivalrous. Walking me right to the serpent’s lair. Should I be moved?”
Hoon looked at you with steady eyes and a flat voice.
“I do this for everyone. You’re not special, Y/n. You’re just like the others.”
You stared at him for a second. Silence. Then, with a half-smile:
“Ah. Then it must be a real problem… that none of those other girls make you lose your mind like I do, right?”
He clenched his jaw. His eyes — for a second — lit up with something that wasn’t just sarcasm anymore.
Something darker. Something far more wanting. But he said nothing. Just a cold: “Goodnight.”
And turned away, his cloak brushing against his ankles as he walked off — with that damn perfect stride.
It had been two weeks since patrols with Hoon started, and every single night had been its kind of chaos — all silent steps and poisonous words.
One night, you’d found him in the middle of a corridor with his shirt open, locked in a duel with a fleeing wizard (spoiler: he took him down in one move).
Another time, you two ended up hiding behind a statue to avoid Peeves, and you fell on top of him — hands on his chest, heart in your throat.
Other nights, it was just silence, and you found yourself walking too close, breathing him in, imagining things that had nothing to do with patrolling.
But that night, you were on time.
You’d spent hours in the Common Room, hunched over scrolls, books, and vials.
Amortentia had almost melted your brain — not just because of how complex the potion was, but because of what it meant.
The love potion. The one that smelled like your deepest desire.
You stretched slightly as the evening cold sliced through the air like a thin blade. Fingers frozen, lips chapped but your eyes were all on him.
Hoon was there, leaning against a stone wall, with that usual Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around his neck.
Tired eyes, messy hair, pale skin kissed by the cold.
How do you always look so annoyed… and so fucking gorgeous at the same time? you thought.
He noticed you looking. Again. He shot you a sharp look.
“Can you not stare like you’re trying to read my mind?”
“Aww, are you nervous tonight?” you giggled. “Afraid I’ll find out that beneath all that Ravenclaw perfection, you’ve got a soft heart?”
He scoffed, gripping his wand tightly.
“No. I’m afraid you’ll freeze me solid with your gaze. You’ve got a Basilisk effect.”
You walked for a few minutes, stairs creaking beneath your steps, until your voice broke the silence:
“Have you studied Amortentia?”
“Obviously yes. Not all of us spend our time staring at people or brewing random potions.”
You raised an eyebrow. “So you heard mine didn’t turn out right, huh?”
“Oh, word got around.” He turned with a half-smile.
“I’d bet your beloved would smell like… let’s see… mist, moldy moss, and maybe even a hint of aromatic agony.”
You stopped.
No laughter. No teasing. Your gaze went ice-cold.
“Real funny, Park. He didn’t answer right away. He looked at you.
Then took a step forward — but you turned and started walking again, ignoring him. The silence grew thick. Almost solid.
Hoon followed you, but said nothing.
“Y/n—”
“Don’t.”
“It was just a joke. Don’t be childish.” You stopped dead in your tracks.
“You know what all of you are?” Your voice trembled — but not from the cold. “You all think you’re so clever. So superior. But you don’t know shit about me.”
He said nothing.
“To you, I’m just the daughter of the guy in prison. The pretty Slytherin — spoiled, easy to hate. But have you ever wondered what it’s like to carry that crap with you every single day? At Hogwarts, people talk. Always. They never forget. And they think they know you just because of your last name.”
Hoon looked at you. His expression had changed. No more sarcasm. No more coldness. Just something more human. More real.
“I…”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words.
“If you want to make fun of me, go ahead. But at least do it properly.
Not with that cheap sarcasm. And next time you bring up Amortentia, remember: Not everyone gets to smell something beautiful. For some of us… it just smells like loneliness.” And you walked away.
Leaving him there — alone, confused… and with a strangely heavy heart.
The Potions classroom was wrapped in a pulsing dimness, lit only by the flickering flames beneath the cauldrons and the pearly shimmer of the potions in progress.
Professor Slughorn, as enthusiastic as ever, clapped his hands and announced,
<Well, everyone, today we’ll test your true skills: each of you will brew Amortentia without the aid of books. Rely on your memory and your talent.>
After an hour of careful focus, mixing rose petals, Ashwinder eggs, and Moonwater, most of the students had completed their brews.
Professor Slughorn moved through the classroom, scrutinizing each cauldron with a practiced eye.
Next to you, T/L — Heeseung’s sister and your friend — leaned over her cauldron to smell her potion. A sudden flush bloomed across her cheeks.
“So?” you asked in a teasing whisper, smiling mischievously. "What do you smell?”
-N-nothing in particular,- she replied, trying to sound casual.
“Liar,” you grinned. “You turned red like an apple.”
T/L lowered her gaze, flustered.
-Alright, alright… I smell vanilla, rain, Quidditch field grass, and… freshly baked bread.-
You burst into laughter.
“Those scents only remind me of one person in this class — Jake Sim, Gryffindor’s top flirt. His list of conquests is longer than Fantastic Beasts.”
-Shh! Shut up!- she hissed, shooting you a glare while trying not to smile.
Professor Slughorn approached your station, inspecting your potion with interest.
<Excellent, Y/N,> he said with a pleased nod. <Your Amortentia has the perfect mother-of-pearl sheen, and the vapor spirals beautifully. Flawless work.>
He smiled and added,
<Now, lean in and tell me what you smell.>
You bent over the cauldron and inhaled deeply.
But… nothing. No scent reached you. No familiar fragrance. No unfamiliar one. Just… olfactory silence.
Professor Slughorn looked at you, puzzled.
<You don’t smell anything?>
You shook your head, confused. “No, Professor. Nothing at all.”
He furrowed his brow, thoughtful. <Interesting… Very interesting. Perhaps your mind is too focused to let the emotions flow. Try again, Y/N,> he said gently, though his eyes already held that shade of pity that made your blood boil.
<Close your eyes. Think of a person. A happy moment. Let the potion speak.>
You took a deep breath and leaned in again, eyes closed, letting your thoughts drift.
You searched for something happy.
A moment. A face. Summer at the lake, with your grandmother teaching you the charm to keep water cool in jars.
Your first successful spell.
A quiet evening in the Slytherin common room, with rain tapping on the windows and green light pulsing on the walls. But still… nothing. You inhaled deeply. Still nothing. You opened your eyes and gave a small shake of your head.
The classroom was filled with whispers.
“Maybe she’s too bitter to feel love.”
“Of course — look at that snake face.”
“She needs a potion to feel something, not just smell it.”
“Love can’t be bought — not even with that last name.”
You backed away from the cauldron. For the first time, you lowered your gaze. Not out of shame. Out of rage. That strange stab in your chest hit harder than you expected. You felt T/L’s warm hand lightly brush your back, followed by the gentler touch of Sunoo.
And then—
'Well, no surprise,' came a fake-cheerful voice. It was Jace Roswell — a boy you’d dated for a couple of weeks.
'I mean… you’re the daughter of a convict. You don’t just inherit the blood, right? You inherit the emptiness too.'
Total silence. Your hand closed around your wand. Your eyes — two green blades, ready to curse him where he stood but before you could speak, another voice cut through.
Cold. Sharp. Poisoned like a dagger dipped in bitterness.
“Stupefy!”
Jace was hit full force, tongue paralyzed and body jolting backward like he’d been shocked. His notes scattered across the floor — along with his pride.
Hoon lowered his wand slowly, his eyes locked on Jace.
“Funny,” he said, voice calm and deadly. “For someone so mediocre at Potions, you sure have a big mouth.”
Professor Slughorn turned in alarm — but it was the look in Sunghoon’s eyes that silenced everyone. And then he looked at you. Really looked at you. Not with the usual scorn or exasperation. This time, he looked at you like someone seeing something fragile… or something powerful that had just cracked. But you stood up tall. You left the classroom without a word.
And Sunghoon remained there, wand still in hand, staring at the door you had just closed behind you.
You fled the classroom like you could outrun that burning emptiness inside you. It wasn’t just anger. It was frustration. It was that cursed fear — the fear that maybe you were like that: unfeeling. Empty. Forever the daughter of a man they whispered about — a ruined legend. No one wanted to see you. Only the mask. The bloodline. The shadow and that damned scent of Amortentia you no longer even wanted to find.
You climbed up, to the Astronomy Tower. No one dared set foot in that place, especially not in the forgotten side classroom — too ancient, too cold for the faint-hearted. But you weren’t faint-hearted.Casting the spell to unlock the door was a reflex. The portal creaked open and shut behind you with a sharp snap. The stone was cold beneath your palms. The broken windows let in the light like a knife, slicing through the darkness.And yet, you weren’t alone. A sound behind you — soft but deliberate — made your jaw clench.
“You have no right to follow me,” you hissed, not turning around. “And certainly not to defend me in front of everyone. You’re the first who thinks I’m incapable of loving anyone.” Your voice came out acidic. Sharp. Poisoned. But Sunghoon didn’t flinch. He never did.
“Why does it bother you so much that someone treats you like a human being?” You spun around and stormed toward him, shoving him hard against the wall. The stone echoed from the impact his expression was ice but his eyes… his eyes said something entirely different.
“You’re pathetic,” you spat, face close to his. “You act like some perfect little Ravenclaw, but the moment I raise my voice, you come running after me like a puppy. It’s almost cute.” His jaw tensed. “And you act like a wounded child who lashes out just to avoid feeling exposed.” You let out a laugh. Low. Disbelieving. “See? You’re a walking contradiction, Sunghoon. Rational, perfect, distant — and yet here you are, chasing me up here just because you can’t stand the thought that someone said something to me… something you might’ve thought yourself.”
He stared at you for a long moment. His gaze dropped — briefly — to your lips, then came back up. “This loser, as you call him, is the only one today who had the guts to tell you you’re not alone. Even when you’re too proud to realize it.” And in that moment, something snapped. As if every word, every insult, every stolen glance in the corridors or during late-night patrols had finally reached its breaking point.
You kissed him.
It was impulsive. Rough. Angry. Your hands gripped the collar of his uniform and your lips crashed against his in a kiss that held nothing sweet. It was fire and defiance. It was revenge and hunger.
It was confusion — and… he responded with the same raw intensity.
His hands found your waist — but it wasn’t domination.
It was needed. A need so pure it made you tremble and yet, when you finally pulled apart, his eyes were cold again as if he’d just realized what had happened.
“Careful, Y/N,” he whispered, voice low and edged. “You might find out Ravenclaws can burn too.”
And you, with a bold, wicked smirk, shot back: “And you might find out Slytherins have a heart but only for those who earn it.”
As you kissed again, his hands gripped you with urgency, and you pushed him back onto the old, worn-out settee wedged between the walls and the dark windows of the tower. The floorboards creaked beneath you — but you didn’t care.
You straddled him, with the venomous elegance of someone who knows exactly how much control they hold.
Your hands took his face as you kissed him again — hungry as if that touch could wash away the bitterness in your mouth.
You bit his lower lip — intentionally.
He let out a low groan. You smiled. Fierce. Dangerous. “Really? You whimper at that, Hoon? I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be good at enduring… pain.” His pupils dilated as he stared at you.
“You’re a damn viper.”
“Thank you for the compliment.” You traced a nail along his throat — following the rhythm of his breath.
“Much better than sweetheart, darling, or princess. I’m not sweet, Hoon. I’m poison.”
“I’m starting to notice,” he murmured, voice low — with a crooked, defiant little smile, somewhere between awestruck and undone. You grabbed his cloak and yanked it off with purpose.
Then your fingers closed around the zipper of his hoodie.
With one firm pull, the heavy blue-and-black fabric slipped off his broad shoulders, revealing a fitted black tank top underneath.
Your gaze dropped to his chest — the sculpted lines of a lean, toned body beneath all that Ravenclaw rigidity.
“Well, well… who would’ve thought? Underneath all that top-of-the-class tension, there’s a body built for sin.”
He opened his mouth to reply — but you didn’t let him. You leaned in, kissing his neck — slow, deliberate — leaving behind small, growing marks.
Your teeth grazed his pale skin, your mouth sucking just enough to leave proof, one kiss at a time and every time you bit, you saw his skin bloom red like temptation, and inside, you felt something like pride.
Because tomorrow… tomorrow, he’d wear your marks — the marks of a Slytherin’s sin. Sunghoon held his breath, then whispered near your ear:
“They… might hear us…” You lifted your head just enough, your eyes locked onto his.
“What’s the matter, little Raven? Afraid someone might find out the golden boy moans while a Slytherin is marking him like he’s hers?”
He shut his eyes for a second, gritting his teeth.
“Merlin, you’re unmanageable.”
“No,” you whispered against his skin. “I’m irresistible. And you… you’ve fallen.”
You kissed him again — slower this time, deeper — while his hands slid up along your thighs beneath your uniform. It was a power game.
A battle of breath, of tension, of who would give in first. But neither of you wanted to surrender. Neither of you could. Not yet.
His hands trembled slightly beneath your lifted skirt, fingers hesitant — like he still thought he could stop this.
Adorable.
“What’s wrong, golden boy? Top of the class go mute the second he brushes against a wet pair of panties?”
He didn’t answer. His cheeks flushed, and that usual air of superiority vanished — replaced by something far more interesting:
Confused submission.
Without waiting, you took his hand and carried it exactly where you needed it. "You have studied forbidden spells, ancient formulas, and advanced potions… and yet you tremble at the thought of making me enjoy. How ridiculous you are." He inhaled slowly but did not back down. His fingers moved under the lace of your now-soaked panties and your horny, slow, hesitant cunt. When he touches you, moan loudly. Wet. Hot. Open. Just for him. "Look what you're doing to me, Ravenclaw…" he whispered against his mouth. He stuttered, kneaded with shame and desire.
"You like it, don't you? Make me like this. Feel my thighs tremble under your fingers. You want it as much as I do." His finger slipped into it, and your body reacted with a visceral tremor. You huddled over him, enjoying the way his control crumbled. "Shut up … please…" he muttered. "If they hear us…" You stopped for a moment just to smile. "That would be perfect, my love. Imagine someone coming in and finding you like this: with two fingers inside a Slytherin and your flap ready to explode." He gasped, almost moaning. And he sank another finger.
"Oh, fuck…" hissed, squeezing your thighs around his hand. "You're good, you know? A perfect guy who knows where to touch me. Who would have thought." "Y / n … you … you're fucking my hand…" he stammered with his eyes half-closed, his breath short. "Yes. And I will until you make me come so hard that I can't walk to the Common Room." His thumb moved-accurate, damn perfect. He began to tease your clit as you felt bloated with pleasure like a storm about to explode. Every time he pumped his fingers inside your poor cunt you would moan and he would bite his lips so as not to moan at the sight of you getting his fingers fucked and riding on them like it was your favorite thing.
"Faster," hissing through his teeth. "Let me enjoy it, Ravenclaw. Do something useful in your perfect life." His fingers sank, his thumb turned, and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed His hair, forced him to look at you as your body stretched. "I'm coming…" you said, but it was already too late. Pleasure swept you into a warm, slimy, pulsating wave. And he stood there beneath you, his fingers inside, his face upset, confused … excited like I've never seen him before. "Look how small you are," you told him while still breathing hard. "You made me enjoy with your fingers as if it were your mission. Maybe you should write it in your thesis." "Y/n… I…" he stammered, still with wet fingers. "Shhh," You put a finger on his lips. "Don't talk," you said as you kissed again.
That night, you weren't looking at him. For the past month, it had become almost a reflex: your eyes shifting to Hoon as soon as he entered the room, his flawless gestures, that voice always too calm, too sharp. But not this time. This time, you kept your gaze fixed ahead, your elbows at a distance from him, your mind elsewhere. And he felt it. He sensed it. It was like a sting to his pride. "Strange, Slytherin…" he whispered as you walked through the castle. "Tonight, you're not trying to seduce me with your gaze. What's going on? Don’t you notice your knight who defended you in front of everyone?" He said it with that half-irritating, sarcastic smile of his, the one only a Ravenclaw too clever for their own good could have. But you didn’t laugh. You slowly turned to him, your eyes as hard as marble.
"Funny. Still on about that? Even though you defended me, everyone thinks I’m incapable of loving anyone. And you know what? Maybe they’re right." He stiffened. He didn’t expect that. Not from you. He tried to say something, but you didn’t give him space. "And maybe you think so too, Hoon. No matter how much you pretend to be above it all… you let what they say about me influence you. You’re cynical. Fucking cynical." Hoon’s eyes darkened. He didn’t say anything. He took a step. Then another. And suddenly, his hands were on your hips. He shoved you against the wall with enough force to take your breath away. His face was very close.
"You don’t know anything about me." "Oh, I know far too well," you retorted, lifting your chin in defiance. "Your face is an open book, especially when you play the know-it-all. You know what people say, Hoon? That you’ve got a crush on me." He snarled through gritted teeth. "You’re arrogant. Superficial. And spoiled. You think you’re invincible just because people are afraid of you. But you’re just a broken little girl, hiding the emptiness behind lipstick and that bitchy attitude." You felt your heartbeat quicken. Not with anger. With something far more dangerous. "Go on, Ravenclaw. Tell me again how much I disgust you. Let me show you how much I get under your skin, while you're the first to chase me and want my body, maybe even my mind." "Under my skin?" he hissed. "You're a fucking toxin. You get inside me and ruin me. And yet here I am. Still on top of you."
He was about to kiss you. Maybe to yell at you. Maybe to implode. But it didn’t happen. The sound of footsteps broke the tension. Three prefects from other houses rushed toward you, visibly agitated. -Hey! Stop it right now, what the hell—" 'It’s not the time!' one of them intervened, worried. 'Three first-year kids are missing. We need to find them immediately. They might have gone into the Forbidden Forest.' You and Hoon exchanged a glance, still heavy breaths, the wall still warm against your back, his hands still firm on your hips. No one spoke. But something had changed and suddenly, the night had grown much darker.
The wind blew harshly against your cloaks, wet with snow, slicing at your cheeks like icy blades as you all moved in silence, wands raised, along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Detection spells floated through the air, one after another: Homenum Revelio, Point Me, Lumos Maxima… but nothing. No response. No trace. There were ten of you, and the professor split everyone into pairs. Naturally, you got paired with Hoon.
He walked ahead, stiff, silent, as if the cold didn’t touch him. You followed a few steps behind, wand clenched in your fist, steps careful, mind crowded. Every time a branch snapped or the snow rustled oddly, you instinctively moved closer to him. Until, without even noticing, you were practically pressed against his back.
“Using me as a human shield, Y/n?” he said without turning around, his voice as cold and sharp as ever.
Then, the scream. Shrill. Agonizing. It didn’t even sound human.
You grabbed his wrist without thinking. Hard. Your frozen fingers on his warm skin.
“Now’s not the time to be a smartass,” you growled. “There’s a child out there screaming.”
He looked down at your hand gripping his wrist like it was the only real thing in the middle of that blizzard. He swallowed hard. His jaw clenched violently. It was below freezing. But you… you were too close. Too warm. Too much.
“Your touch makes less sense than a Muggle in a Charms class,” he muttered, trying to hide the fact that he was practically burning up under his cloak.
Then you both screamed. At the top of your lungs.
No response. Just the storm. And then… a red light in the dark.
You ran. Fast. Brooms forgotten behind you. The light pulsed through the trees, flickering like an alarm.
And when you reached it— A young Gryffindor boy. Trapped. And in front of him… a five-headed beast. Towering. Twisted. Screaming. Its jaws gaping, drooling, circling the boy like a trap from hell.
“Minus 200 points to Gryffindor for being a monumental idiot,” Hoon said, unflinching.
“Are you insane?” you snapped. “Who gives a damn about points?! He’s in danger—we have to save him!”
Hoon scoffed. “Of course. Let’s reward stupidity, as usual.”
But despite the words, he raised his wand. “Fulgari!”
The spell’s glowing tendrils wrapped around one of the heads… but the creature reacted by tightening its body around the boy, who screamed, voice cracking: 'I don’t want to die! Help! Please!'
One of the heads lunged at you both, growling. You raised your wand, ready to fight. But Hoon stopped you with a hand against your chest.
“Go. Now. I’ll distract it.”
“Not a chance,” you growled back. But he didn’t listen.
“Expulso!” he shouted.
The creature staggered, and for a moment, it looked like it might retreat. But then… another head burst from the black mass of its back, snarling with rage, its red eyes locked solely on the two of you.
The snow seemed to freeze in midair.
You and Hoon exchanged a look. He was tense, sweating despite the cold, but his voice was steady.
"Hope you studied, Slytherin. Because this time… we need real magic.”
'Use a Patronus!' the boy cried out, tears streaking his face, voice broken.
You and Hoon exchanged a quick, tense look. The monster’s heads screeched and writhed around each other like frenzied snakes. The snow was falling heavier now, mixed with hail. The cold clung to your eyelashes.
“It’s too dangerous for you! We wouldn’t even manage a moth,” Hoon hissed, eyes locked on the creature.
But without thinking, you stepped forward, raising your wand with both hands. “Expecto Patronum!” … Nothing. Just wind. Your voice vanished into the void.
Panic tightened in your throat. But you shut your eyes. You searched for something. A thought. An emotion. And there it was—Hoon, back in class, defending you in front of everyone, unafraid of judgment. That moment when you realized that behind all the sarcasm and coldness, there was something more. He didn’t just see you as the loud, brazen Slytherin. He saw a girl who felt things. Who had her own fragilities.
“Expecto Patronum!” you shouted again, heart pounding like a drum.
A light ignited. Green and blue. It pulsed. Boiled. And then it burst.
From the snow and the glow, a shining, majestic serpent and a proud-eyed raven rose into the dark sky, spiraling together in a whirl of colored snow. They danced around the monster, striking. Its roar faded into a high-pitched screech—then silence. Gone. Only the ragged breathing of the boy remained.
You turned. Hoon was staring at you, mouth slightly open, eyes wide in disbelief, his lips caught between sarcasm and admiration.
“Don’t comment,” you panted, throwing him a look. And for once—he didn’t.
You rushed to the boy and wrapped him in your arms, trying to give him all the warmth you no longer had.
'I’m cold… but… your Patronus was beautiful,' he whispered, wide-eyed. “Thank you, little Gryffindor,” you murmured. “You made it too.”
A second later, a flash of light— And the Headmaster appeared before you with a sharp snap, his cloak rippling from residual magic.
-Incredible,- he said, looking at you and Hoon. -A joint Patronus. Haven’t seen one in… decades. Well done, both of you.- Then, turning to the boy with a sterner tone: -You risked your life tonight. From now on, you stay away from any path with trees. Understood?-
When you tried to Side-Apparate with the others, your wand trembled in your hand. Nothing. No effect.
“Perfect,” you muttered.
“You burned through too much energy,” Hoon said—without sarcasm, for once. “You’re insane. Don’t bother. Come with us.”
“No, you go with the Headmaster. I’ll… take a broom. Or walk. I’ll be fine.”
“Walk? With that thing still out there?” he growled. “Do you have blood in your brain or just snow?”
The Headmaster, calm as ever, raised a hand. -You’ll rest here. The Forest owes you something, tonight.-
And from the white trees, a small wooden cottage appeared—steep roof, chimney already smoking. A soft, golden light glowed from its windows.
You and Hoon looked at each other for a moment, then— You ran. Side by side. No words. Just warmth. Into that safe little pause in the world.
As soon as the door shut behind you, the sound of the storm vanished. The little cottage felt suspended in time: warm wooden walls, a thick rug laid out before a crackling fireplace, a bench stacked with folded blankets, and a faint scent of tea and oak in the air.
You pulled off your cloak, hands slightly trembling. Hoon did the same, silent, shaking the snow from his hair. He glanced at you and ran a hand down his face, like he still couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Then he burst out: “Are you completely insane? You just… cast a Patronus. A joint one, at that.”
“Yeah, and I also saved your ass, the kid’s, and mine. A ‘thank you’ wouldn’t kill you,” you shot back, crossing your arms, challenging glare locked on him.
He laughed—short, sharp, but not cruel. “You know that trying to cast it without being sure it would work could’ve knocked you out—or worse, right? But of course, the Slytherin princess had to shine.”
“Shine?” you scoffed. “Right, sorry—next time I’ll let you play the misunderstood hero while I blend into the damn wallpaper.”
Hoon eyed you, dark gaze narrowing with that look you knew all too well. He was about to pounce. And he did.
“That Patronus though. Green and blue? A serpent and a raven?” He paused, then added with that pointed tone: “So… what are we saying? A blend of you and me? Tragic. Romantic. Arrogant.”
“It wasn’t a blend,” you huffed. “It was just… powerful. You had nothing to do with it.”
He raised an eyebrow, smiling in that infuriating way only he could—sharp, precise, lethal. “Oh really? Shame. It looked… kind of intimate. Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell me something?”
“Yeah. That you’re a loser,” you muttered, stepping toward him with venom in your voice.
“Says the girl who grabbed my wrist in the snow like I was her favorite comfort blanket.”
“That was so you wouldn’t die, you idiot.”
“Admit it. You like making me worry.”
You rolled your eyes with a groan, but didn’t notice he’d already closed the gap between you. In a second, he pushed you—gently but firmly—against the wall, one hand at your waist, the other brushing your cheek, caught between provocation and something rawer.
Your heart slammed in your chest. The fireplace’s heat. His breath on your skin.
“You’re unbearable,” you whispered.
“Right back at you,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours.
And without giving you time to reply—he kissed you.
It wasn’t soft. It was a collision. All teeth, shallow breath, and desperate hands.
His body pressed hard against yours, your back against the wall, the world outside drowned out by everything you’d never said.
Sunghoon kissed you like he’d been waiting forever.
It wasn’t sweet. It was real. Raw.
You responded instantly, hands gripping the fabric of his cloak, pulling him closer with a force you didn’t even know you had.
He moved you back—toward the cottage’s small kitchen table. In a flash, you were sitting on top of it, the surface cold beneath you, his body warm and solid between your legs. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, and you let out a soft, broken moan, stolen right from your lungs.
His hands were everywhere—warm, certain—and when he gently bit your lower lip, a moan escaped you, more a hoarse whisper than an actual sound.
“Oh, look who’s moaning now,” he murmured against your mouth, wearing that arrogant smirk you knew all too well.
“Shut up, Park,” you shot back in a low, loaded voice. “I’m not in the mood for your games.”
You grabbed his thick cloak and tossed it to the floor, your lips finding his again—hungry, desperate. There was no space for anything else. Just hands, bodies, breath.
Your fingers slipped beneath his heavy sweater, brushing over his warm, flawless skin. “This needs to go,” you whispered, voice low and shameless.
“You can,” he replied, but his eyes held that familiar flicker—somewhere between surrender and craving.
You pulled it up by the hem, slowly, savoring every inch you uncovered. And as you did, your eyes dared him. “How many times have you dreamed of this, huh?”
He let out a low growl. “Shut up.”
You chuckled, pleased. You peeled off his second layer too, leaving him in nothing but a fitted black tank top that clung to his pale skin and highlighted the sculpted shape of his arms.
“Spread your legs,” he said, in that deep, rough voice that made your insides tremble.
You obeyed. And he moved in, closer, more real. His body pressed against yours, the difference in height only adding to the tension, thrilling and undeniable. You tilted him toward you slightly, your hands locking around the back of his neck with quiet insistence.
You started kissing him there, just below his ear, then down along his jawline. Your lips found the curve of his neck—hot, eager—and you sucked, leaving a mark.
Sunghoon let out a soft moan, low and involuntary. “Merlin... Y/n...”
“What?” you whispered against his skin, with a wicked smile. “Can’t handle a little real human contact?”
He opened his eyes, trying to stay composed. But you could see it, feel it—every word, every touch, you were pulling him apart piece by piece.
“I hate you,” he murmured again, but his voice shook.
“Oh yeah? Then come and prove it.”
His hands dove into the edges of your coat, and with one swift movement, he slipped it off your shoulders. His eyes stayed locked on yours, but when his hands slid under your Slytherin sweatshirt, his gaze darkened—sharpened. He yanked it off with a single pull, leaving you in nothing but that fitted emerald-green tank top… the one that seemed designed to tempt him.
"Slytherin to the last layer?"he provoked you, a raised eyebrow and dangerously low tone. "Even panties?" "Maybe," you replied with a sassy smile. "But if you want to know, you'll have to find out for yourself." He looked at you as if you were playing with fire — and maybe it was true. But he did not back down. "You really are a little nightmare dressed in silk," he hissed, still approaching. He leaned over you and his lips came back to your neck, this time slower, hungrier. He sucked it, nibbled it, as if he wanted to brand you. And when a groan escaped from your lips and your fingers caught in his hair, he came off for a moment, his eyes lit with a brazen desire.
"Tomorrow you will have purple marks everywhere, princess," he whispered, her voice hoarse. "We are magicians, Park. I'll hide them in two seconds."
"Don't you dare even think about it," he retorted in a darker, more possessive tone. "I want them to see each other. I want everyone to know exactly where I kissed you and that you are mine, my little viper." And he returned to your neck, sinking with a new determination, as if thirsty. He sucked your skin as if it were nectar, as if every inch had a spell just for him. Your groans filled the room, broken only by the sound of your heavy breaths.
Then he lowered himself, slowly, and his eyes rested on your chest. The tank top had lifted, allowing a glimpse of the soft curves that the bra, a little too tight, was trying to contain. His lips rested light above the cups, and he kissed you with an unexpected, almost adoring sweetness.
"Can I take it off?" he murmured, his forehead against your chest. "You can," he whispered, his voice broken with desire. His hands barely shook as he grabbed the hem of his tank top. He slowly took off your tank top, and his eyes darkened as he looked at you. His hands, still cold from the frost outside, slipped under your bra. He unfastened it with precision, and the moment he fell, your breasts were free, sensitive skin stretched by the air and attention of his eyes.
"Sensitive, huh?"he teased you, with a half-smile on his lips. You grabbed him by the collar of the tank top. "Bow down, Park. And suck.» He gave you a look that promised chaos. "You can just give me orders, huh?» Yet he obeyed. He leaned over, his hot lips touching one of your strained buds, then his tongue began to rub him flat. You felt yourself melt, a groan rolled out of you, broken. Then he just used his teeth, and your body strained.
"Hoon!"you screamed, his name rolled out of his lips like an escaped spell. "Always so responsive?"he teased you, his voice hoarse while with his other hand he drew you to himself even more. His hand closed on the other breast, with firm, hungry movements. "You're meant to be touched like that, you know?"he muttered, kissing and nibbling. "So soft. So ... mine."
"Don't say these things," you admonished him, trying to control you, but it was useless. His lips, his hands, were erasing all logic.
It came to you instinctively — you stuck a hand under his black tank top and pulled it up. He just came off your breast, a trickle of spittle shining on his lips. Your eyes rested on his toned, pale, almost unrealistically defined chest. You bit your lip, unable to hold back that little gesture. "You haven't seen anything yet, witch," he whispered, before stooping back, your bodies now closer together, your breasts brushing against his bare chest. They both groaned softly upon contact. "When I saw you in the prefects pool..." you whispered, " I wanted to jump on you." He looked up at you, surprised but amused. "And why didn't you?" You shrugged your shoulders with feigned innocence. "Maybe I wanted to make you suffer a little." "Cursed..." he growled quietly, and returned to kiss your breasts with even more desire, as if the confession had ignited something in him.
He continued to tease you, his mouth soft and careful on your breasts, until his lips began to descend slowly along your belly. Every kiss was like a spark that ignited you all, and you moaned, unable to hold back. "So receptive..." he muttered with a grin, his voice deep and hoarse. "Typical spoiled little princess."
"Don't let a Ravenclaw command me," you replied, lifting yourself up and looking him straight in the eye. "Not even if he has a language like yours." He laughed slowly, but in his eyes there was a new hunger. And you, with an instinctive move, unfastened his belt. His eyes just smiled as you did it. The pants slid down with a rustle, and you whistled softly at the sight of the black boer
"I thought you were more shy," he whispered. "And I thought you were less ... gifted," he retorted, touching it through the fabric. You felt him tense, hard. And you looked at him with a satisfied smile. "It's a pity that he always remains a poor Ravenclaw loser." He clenched his jaw, his eyes turned on.
"Watch how you speak, Y/n" But you still approached, his hands on yours even as yours drew him more forcefully to you. His forehead leaned against yours, and for a moment there was only silence, only breath. Then, slowly, with curious and determined fingers, you stuck your hand under the edge of his boxer. You felt his erection, the way his body reacted, the warm and alive skin under your hand.
"You're really ruined, Park." He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched, holding back a groan. "And I bet you're bad, too. It would take a hand of mine in your jeans you’d be wet" You admonished him with a smirk, but you tightened your grip a little, enough to make him moan — a deep, almost broken sound. "... little viper..." he muttered, his voice a thin thread between pleasure and torment. You giggled, dropping his boxer
"I don't think I'll last long..." he confessed with a restrained growl. You got even closer, your voice a whisper in your ear. "Then do it. Show me how much I ruin you." sunghoon was literally ruined. What he had dreamed of for months-perhaps since you launched your first poisonous joke in the Prefects ' corridor-was now real. And with your hand moving slowly against his cock, he could no longer think.
He slightly grabbed your shoulder, looking for an anchor point to reality. Hi voice trembled. "Y/n....i'm coming.."
"I know," you whispered with a devilish grin, accelerating the pace and barely squeezing. He sprinted forward, a restrained groan that became a growl. "You're a little viper."
"And this viper is making you look like a loser, Park." It was the end. One last, hoarse moan and yelled your name, your head bent back, your body contracted. His forehead leaned against your shoulder as he barely trembled, his breath broken.
His abdomen, the clear line of the V, was marked by the pleasure you had just caused, little pearly and slimy filaments ripped through his shiny abs and then he bent over, still panting, and whispered something in your ear — sweet words, but laden with desire, broken by his own astonishment. They made you vibrate inside. You, without saying anything, picked up with a finger the most noticeable trace of his sperm and, looking straight into his eyes, slowly brought it to your mouth. You sucked it with malice. "You are sweet, "you said," but slightly salty."
"You're sick," he muttered, halfway between the amused and the ruined. "And you're in love," you replied, laughing, gracefully stepping down from the table. You took him by the wrist, with your usual Slytherin confidence, and dragged him to the bed in the middle of the little house in the woods. "The principal really created a work of art. Ideal for couples to do smutty things."
He chuckled, but upon hearing the word couples, his heart skipped a beat. You didn't realize it — or maybe you did, but you didn't say it. You let yourself fall between the pillows with a naturalness that would make even a Veela pale. Your breasts moved slightly as you settled down. You looked at him with feigned impatience. "And you? What are you doing standing there?" Sunghoon shook his head, a smirk on his lips, still stunned by you. "You are impossible."
"And yet you are still here." He moved, climbed over you, with almost reverent slowness, and for a moment there was no more bickering, no game, no war. Just him and you, skin to skin. Sunghoon's dark tufts fell untidy on his forehead, damp with sweat and desire. You extended a hand, touching his cheek with your fingers, soft and slow, as if you were trying to memorize every line of his face. Your eyes were half-closed, loaded with something beyond provocation: a shred of vulnerability that you almost never showed.
He paused for a moment to look at you-as if he could not believe that you were really there, under him. Then, with that cheeky half-smile you knew all too well, he began to descend again, kissing every inch of your skin. When he got to the edge of your pants, he said nothing. Only the metallic sound of the zipper sliding down spoke for him. He whistled softly. "Fiery red panties, huh?"he said, raising an eyebrow. "And then you accuse me of being a pervert."
"Shut your mouth, Park," you admonished him, trying to sound superior. But your tone trembled a little.
"Open your legs."
"No."
His eyes became darker. "Stubborn to the last. Classic from Slytherin." And without waiting, with glacial calm and strong fingers, he opened them to you. His big hands wrapped around your thighs, slowly pushing them outward as you cast a poisonous glance at him. "I knew," he muttered.
"The whole scene." Then he lowered his head and began to kiss the skin of your inner thigh. Soft, quick bites marked his path, igniting every nerve beneath the surface. Every now and then he would stop and look at you from under his eyelashes, as if studying your reactions like an ancient spell. And when he got to the center of you, he said nothing. Just one kiss, one, full, slow. A groan escaped from your lips before you could stop it, and your back involuntarily arched. Sunghoon stopped, satisfied.
"And tell me now," he whispered against your skin, in a hoarse voice, "who is the loser, princess?" His fingers grazed the thin cloth, finding you exactly as he expected. He looked at you defiantly and triumphantly.
"Completely wet. For me." Then he bent over again, and your eyes lost all focus — you could only see his dark hair, his head between your thighs, and you could only feel the slow, firm pace with which he was tasting you like you were the only thing in the world. Your breath broke, a groan rose from your bowels, and his name escaped you like a prayer and a curse. "Hoon…" His tongue was a forbidden temptation. Every movement, precise and darn slow, made you falter as if a spell ran under your skin. He drew little eights with his tip, as if he wanted to draw your name on him-and you, with your lips ajar, groaned quietly, babbling his name like a supplication.
"H-Hoon ... what... what are you—"
"Shut up, viper," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and sharp. "I've never heard you so... true." And without warning, he slid a finger into you. A slow, exploratory motion that made you arch your back against the pillows. Your body reacted before you could even fight back.
"Park, I -" you tried to admonish him, but it was useless. He smiled, looking up just a second, his eyes lit up by something wild. And then, with a bold gesture, he brushed your center with his teeth. A light bite, calibrated. But it was enough to make you completely lose control. You screamed his name, fingers intertwined in his hair, looking for a foothold in reality.
"I bet you can get another one, right?"he whispered with a mischievous note. "Show me how good you really are."
"Yes..." you answered, in a broken voice. The second finger joined the first, and began to move with increasing pace. His eyes peered at you, hungry, and when you moaned louder, lips ajar and body trembling, he giggled. "Who is more beautiful, princess? Me ... or my fingers ruining you?» You bit your lip, not wanting to answer. Slytherin pride was hard to bend, even now. And he stopped. He left you there, suspended, a moment from the abyss. "No ... continue, Park!" He degraded you, in a low, provocative tone, but his gaze barely trembled. And when you gasped: "You are beautiful. And ... good at everything,"
he smiled for real, with a flash of triumph and a shadow of sweetness in his eyes. "I know," he replied. But his tone, this time, was less cold. More sincere. Almost amazed. "And you ... are my worst spell." His touch was fire. Every movement of his fingers inside you sent you into orbit, and despite the severed breath, you could not hold back the words. You yelled his name like it was the only spell that could keep you alive. Your hands were now lost in her hair, pulling them with force with every wave of pleasure that passed through you. He didn't stop. In fact, he seemed hungrier, more determined. He looked at you with those icy eyes that were now burning, and his voice, hoarse and confident, stuck in you.
"Come for me, Y / n ... I want to see you collapse. I want to know that no one can make you feel that way. Nobody but me." His words were the spark. Your body strained, the pleasure exploded like a liberated curse, and you let yourself go completely — trembling against his mouth and fingers. He did not look away even a moment, as if he wanted to stamp that moment in focus in the mind. When he stood up, he had the look of someone who has just won a war. He kissed you slowly, forcefully.
He gnawed at your lip as if he still wanted to taste you. "You know too much good," he muttered against your mouth, and the tone had something dangerously sweet. You barely moved, rubbing against him — your body still shaken, but eager for more. You felt his cock against you, still encased in his boer Your eyes rested on him and, in a bold and mischievous tone, you teased him: "All this ... because of a Slytherin." Sunghoon threw a fierce look at you, jaws clenched.
"Shut up." But you laughed slowly, enjoying the tension you had ignited. You pushed your hips against him and his breath broke. His body reacted instinctively, as if it had been enchanted by you all along. "Do you really want it?"he whispered, in a voice so low that it almost sounded like a threat. "Because if I sink into you now... there will be nothing left to hide. I'll take everything."
You looked at him, his pupils dilated, his heart in his throat. "Then do it, Ravenclaw. Take."
The only thing you really felt was him. Hoon. Every inch of his body pressed against yours, and every slow but deep push made you gasp, scratch, seek more contact, more friction. More than him. "Look how you take me..."he hissed at your throat, biting your skin as if he wanted to leave his signature there, indelible. "So tight, so wet. Is that what you want? To be used by me as a good, dirty Slytherin?"
"Yes..." you moaned, your voice almost broken with pleasure. "Yes, Hoon, please..." He lifted your leg, bending it against his side with controlled force, and sank back into you with a jerk that made you scream, your head falling backwards against the wall.
"Well" Another push, deeper.
"Do you feel how full your fucking pussy is?" Another one.
"You like it, don't you? Being fucked by one who treats you like a spoiled princess."
"I am..." you stammered, unable to lie. "My Slytherin princess version slut," he growled, grabbing your chin to make you look him in the eye. Cold eyes, precise. Calculator. But now, they were just burning for you.
"I bet you dream of being bent over a bench in empty classrooms. To enjoy me in the aisles while you're still wearing that damn green tie." Every word was a slap to your pride, but instead of breaking you, it made you shiver more. "Do you like it when I tell you that you are worth nothing but to be fucked? That behind that queen face of yours is only you, hot, trembling, hungry for me?"
"Yes ... Yes, Merlin, Hoon ... make me yours..." He pushed you even harder, making you moan louder and louder. One hand on your throat, to squeeze slightly, while the other crept between your bodies to touch you. Two experienced, cruel fingers brushed the spot where you were most sensitive, and you screamed without restraint. "Hear how you scream..." he hissed, excitedly. "I bet the owls in the woods are wondering who is the little slut who is taking me so well."
"Only you ..." you moaned. "Only you make me like this..."
"Damn, Y/n, you're made for this," he grunted, his thrusts faster and faster. "To be taken like this. Destroyed so. From me. From a Ravenclaw who never believed in anything but control. Look what you got me to do." Hoon's blows became fiercer, his breath more labored, and you could no longer hold back. The pleasure mounted inside you like a storm, and the scream escaped from your lips before you could even control it. "Hoon-I'm ... I'm going to—"
"Come for me." His voice was a hoarse order, full of lust and domination. "Make a mess. Dirty all this bed, so the headmaster is an idiot if he thought that leaving us alone in this little house would not lead to this." He smiled, kissing you hard as he continued to push into you with measured brutality.
"A bed, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen..." he laughed, panting ,"...like I didn't want to fuck you on all surfaces." It was at that moment that you screamed his name, trembling as the orgasm overwhelmed you with a power that emptied your breath. Your body clasped around his, and your legs snapped like traps around his waist. But he did not stop. Not yet.
"Look how tight you are ... still," he hissed, his voice now broken by the pleasure that approached even for him. "I make you mine, for real now. I want you full. Full of my cock and cum, you little snake."
"Hoon... no - not inside..."
"Shut up." His voice became dark, dirty with desire. "You are mine. And I want to fill you. Until you drip on everything you touch." He took you with deep, raw blows, until his breath broke against your skin. And then, he came. Hot, heavy, inside you. You felt his body shake against yours, his fingers clasping your hips as if he wanted to carve you into the flesh. His cum trickled slowly down your thighs, as you both gasped in the dark load of moans and sweat. He came off slowly, with his last breath still against your chest, then dragged you with him to the bed still disheveled. He grabbed you by the side and pulled you against his chest, sinking his face into your neck, as if that contact held him anchored to reality.
One of his hands lazily moved towards your face, long thin fingers caressing your cheek still reddened. You, still half distraught with pleasure, let yourself go on his chest, setting your head against his. "Little viper..."he whispered with a tired smile. "I don't know if I want to strangle you or marry you."
"I hate you..." you murmured at him, a smirk on his lips.
"Mmh. Lie. You're obsessed with me." He gave you a slow kiss behind the ear.
"And you from me."
The next morning, the world outside the little house felt muffled. Snow was falling slowly, silently, and the crackling of the fireplace was the only sound filling the room. You woke up to the lingering scent of burning wood in the air and Hoon’s warm body wrapped around yours.
His bare skin against yours was a silent reminder of everything that had happened just a few hours earlier. His slow, steady breathing made his chest rise and fall gently, and you nestled against him a bit more, as if that simple movement could somehow let you stay there forever.
You lifted yourself slightly, carefully, trying not to wake him. You looked at him—really looked at him.
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, allowing you to take in every detail: the long lashes, the slightly parted lips, the faint crease between his brows. And then, his moles. The ones you had memorized long ago, like a secret map meant only for you.
Your hand moved on its own, without thinking. Your fingers brushed lightly over the small mole beneath his left eye. Then the one on the bridge of his nose, just above the curve. The tiny one on his cheek. And finally, the one beneath his ear, invisible unless you knew exactly where to look.
“Mmh…” he murmured sleepily, a half-groan in his throat. “Still tracing my moles? Haven’t you gotten tired of mapping my face like you’re trying to decode some ancient script?”
You smiled softly, not stopping your touch, and your eyes met his—still a bit drowsy, hazy from sleep.
“I’m just cataloging you, Ravenclaw… Don’t they serve some kind of purpose? Like little stars placed just right to be studied.”
“Studied, huh?” he chuckled, his voice rough and deep. “Or worshipped?”
“Don’t get cocky.” You rolled your eyes, but your gaze had softened more than you intended.
He stretched lazily, then moved closer, fingers tracing idle lines across your back.
“My viper’s going soft… should I be worried?”
“She’s just sleepy,” you murmured.
He gave a half-smile—the one he saved only for you. The one that said nice try, I see right through you. Then his voice dropped, a bit more serious now:
“Do you think that from now on, when you smell Amortentia, you’ll catch my scent?”
Your heart skipped a beat—subtle and sudden. You looked at him, your fingers drifting back to the mole beneath his eye.
“If I start smelling old books, wet moss, and… mint tea? Then I’ll know who to blame.”
He smiled again, this time more softly.
“And I’ll always smell that scent your skin carries after you’ve spent hours teasing me. The one that reeks of trouble.”
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ENHA HARD HOURS: reaction to you tying them up. bf!enhypen x f!reader cw (18+ MDNI) : bondage, nippleplay, overstim, degradation, facesitting, cockslapping, humiliation, crying big fat tears, swearing so explicit no words for my ovulation demon fic obvs
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠
Heeseung thought this would be easy.
When you straddled his hips and secured the restraints around his wrists, he just grinned, stretching his arms like he was comfortable, like this was just a fun little game that he was going to win.
“Damn, baby,” he chuckled, smirking up at you. “You really wanna keep me in place that bad?”
But now?
Now, Heeseung isn’t smirking anymore.
He’s panting, his chest heaving, his wrists straining against the restraints because he desperately, desperately needs to touch you. But he can’t. He’s completely at your mercy, and fuck, it is killing him.
His cock is already so hard it hurts, flushed deep red, thick and leaking, the veins along the shaft standing out with every desperate pulse. It’s long, perfectly curved, the kind of dick that feels dangerous—one that stretches you so deep it makes your legs shake every time.
It’s twitching in anticipation, the swollen tip glistening, because you’re kneeling between his legs, your hands wrapped around the base, and Heeseung is fucking dying.
“F-fuck, baby,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, his head pressing back against the pillows. “Please—”
You hum, tilting your head as you drag your thumb over his slit, spreading the wetness, watching the way his thighs clench in response.
“You’re already shaking,” you murmur, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his tip.
Heeseung lets out a helpless little whimper, his lip trembling, his eyes fluttering closed as he tugs at the restraints again.
“I—fuck, I can’t,” he gasps. “Let me touch you—please, baby, please—”
You just grin, your breath hot against his aching cock, before you finally wrap your lips around him—slow, wet, torturously soft.
He whines.
Like, full-body tremble, desperate, broken fucking whines.
“Ohhh, f-fuck, baby—”* His voice shakes, his head lolling to the side, his mouth falling open, his brows furrowing tight in pleasure.
You take him deeper, your tongue dragging along the underside, your throat tight around him, and Heeseung lets out a wrecked sob, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Shit—s-shit, I—” His fingers curl tight in the restraints, his muscles locking up, his face a perfect mix of agony and bliss as he tries so fucking hard not to come already.
His Adam’s apple bobs, his jaw clenching, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes on you, watching the way your lips stretch around his cock, the way your tongue flicks so perfectly over his slit.
“Oh my f-fucking god,” he gasps, his whole body jerking, his thighs trembling hard.
You pull off with a slow, wet pop, licking the tip, smirking as his hips twitch beneath you.
“You look so good like this, baby,” you murmur, letting your tongue drag over the thick vein along his shaft, savoring the way his abs clench tight in response.
Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping at nothing, his head tilting back sharply.
“Y-you’re—”* he chokes out, voice so wrecked it barely sounds like him anymore. “You’re so fucking evil—”
You just laugh softly, before taking him all the way down, your throat swallowing around him, sucking deep and slow.
It fucking breaks him.
“Ohhh—fuck, f-fuck, baby, I—” His voice cracks, his entire body locking up, his muscles going rigid as he yanks at the restraints, so fucking desperate to grab you, to pull your hair, to hold onto something—but he can’t.
All he can do is take it.
“Fucking hell, I—oh my god—” Heeseung’s brows furrow so tight, his jaw slack, his thighs trembling violently as he fights it—as he fights losing himself completely.
But when you swallow around him again, moaning softly, Heeseung lets out a shattered sob, his head thrown back, his throat exposed, his hips jerking helplessly.
“I’m—I’m gonna—fuck, fuck, baby, I—”
You suck him down one more time, hard and deep, and Heeseung breaks completely, his whole body arching off the bed, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as he comes so hard he nearly blacks out.
You swallow everything, sucking gently, working him through it, feeling the way his thighs shake violently, the way his body shudders beneath you, completely fucking wrecked.
When you finally pull back, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his oversensitive tip, Heeseung lets out a weak, breathless laugh, his chest still rising and falling heavily.
You smirk, trailing your fingers up his stomach, watching the way his abs clench in overstimulation.
“Still think this was gonna be easy?” you tease, voice all sweetness and innocence.
Heeseung just lets out a shaky exhale, his arms going completely limp in the restraints, his face still blissed-out and wrecked.
Then, finally, his head lolls to the side, and he lets out a low, exhausted groan.
“Never fucking again,” he mutters, his voice hoarse as hell. “Never—fucking—again—am I letting you tie me up.”
You just grin, untying his wrists, pressing a soft, mocking kiss to his forehead.
“Sure, baby.”
But you both know he’s lying.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠
Jay has always been a giver.
It’s just the way he is
Right now, he’s tied up beneath you, completely helpless, his wrists bound tightly to the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling in shaky, uneven breaths, his jaw clenched so fucking tight he looks like he might actually lose his mind.
You’re riding him slow, rolling your hips in deep, dragging circles, feeling every inch of him stretch you perfectly, every little vein and ridge pressing inside you just right—but you never let him have more.
You keep it lazy, keep it slow, torturing him with every single movement.
“You look so fucking good like this, baby,” you murmur, leaning down, letting your lips brush over his ear, your breath hot against his feverish skin.
Jay lets out a wrecked, shuddering exhale, his fingers flexing uselessly against the restraints, his muscles tensing so hard you can feel them rippling beneath you.
“Can’t even touch me,” you continue, mocking, grinding down just a little harder, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you at the words.
His throat bobs, his lips parting, his eyes completely blown out, a desperate, frantic glaze taking over his normally confident expression.
“F-fuck,” he chokes out, his head tilting back, his biceps straining against the silk ties, yanking just enough to test them—but not enough to break free.
Because Jay is too good, too willing to give you whatever you want.
You just want to ruin him.
“You’re always so in control, aren’t you, baby?” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his abs clench and flex under your touch.
“Always making sure I feel good first?” Your nails scratch lightly over his nipples, and his breath stutters, his thighs twitching beneath you.
“Always such a good husband for me.”
Jay lets out a wrecked, filthy groan, his head tilting to the side, his jaw going slack, his lips parting on a helpless, choked-out moan as he bucks up instinctively—but you press your hand against his stomach, forcing him still.
He whimpers.
Actually, fucking whimpers.
Fuck, you love it.
“Look at you, baby,” you whisper, mocking. “All tied up and still trying to take care of me.”
Jay gasps, his body shuddering beneath you, his cock pulsing so hard inside you that you can feel him losing control.
“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?” you murmur, letting your tongue flick out against his earlobe, biting down softly, dragging your nails down his arms where he’s straining against the ties.
“Wanna hold my hips, wanna flip me over and fuck me into the mattress, right?”
Jay groans—loud, deep, so wrecked it makes your whole body tighten around him.
“Fuck—fuck, baby, I—” His voice catches, his chest heaving, his hands clenching into fists as he struggles, trembles, tries so hard to hold himself together.
“Can’t, baby—”* he gasps, eyes squeezing shut, his head tilting back sharply. “Can’t—can’t take it—”
You grin, shifting forward, grinding down deeper, your lips brushing over his panting mouth, just barely not kissing him.
“You don’t get to take anything,” you whisper, cruel and sweet all at once, dragging your tongue along the seam of his lips before pulling away.
“You get what I give you.”
Jay sobs..
His whole body tenses violently, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps, his thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath you.
“Please,” he gasps, his voice wrecked and desperate, his hips jerking up helplessly, his abs clenching. “Please, baby—let me—fuck, I need—please—”
You finally, finally, give him what he wants.
You start bouncing on his cock, fast, relentless, taking him deep and rough, making his headboard slam into the wall, and Jay fucking screams, his voice breaking, his eyes rolling back so hard all you see is white.
“F-fuck—fuck, I—I’m—” His entire body tenses, his muscles locking up, his jaw going slack, his fingers clawing at the restraints as he loses himself completely, coming so hard inside you it makes his thighs shake violently beneath you.
His whole body trembles, his lips parting around silent, choked-out moans, and you ride him through it, slowing down, grinding deep as he whimpers softly, his breath coming in sharp, erratic gasps.
When he finally comes back down, he just lays there, completely limp, his skin flushed deep red, his body still twitching from aftershocks, his head lolling to the side.
You reach up, untying the restraints, letting his arms fall to the bed, completely useless and weak, and he just groans, his lips parted, his entire body wrecked beyond belief.
After a long, breathless pause, he turns his head slightly, staring at you, eyes still glassy and dazed.
Then, finally, he lets out a weak, hoarse laugh, voice so fucked-out and exhausted it’s almost adorable.
You grin, pressing a kiss to his sweaty, overheated chest, tracing a finger down his still-trembling stomach.
“Still think you’re the one who’s always in control, baby?”
Jay just lets out a shaky exhale, tilting his head back against the pillows, a lazy, satisfied smirk forming on his lips.“I think,” he breathes, grinning, “I just fell even more in love with you.”
𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧
Jake is so fucking frustrated he’s actually about to start kicking and screaming like a toddler.
He thought this was going to be fun—that you’d tie him up, tease him a little, then let him have you.
Oh, how wrong he was.
He’s tied to the bed, his wrists secured tightly, his body slick with sweat, his abs tensing uncontrollably, and you’re just hovering over him, your wetness dragging against the head of his cock, so fucking close but not giving him anything.
Jake is losing his fucking mind.
“Baby—baby, I swear to fucking God—” His voice is wrecked, raspy, and thick with frustration, his arms pulling against the restraints, his fingers flexing like he’s actually about to rip them apart.
You just smirk, dragging your nails down his trembling stomach, feeling the way his muscles clench violently.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you whisper, tilting your head, mocking him. “You look so… tense.”
Jake lets out a high, desperate groan, his thighs twitching, his cock throbbing angrily, a sharp pulse running through him every time you roll your hips just enough to tease.
“You fucking—”* he gasps, his eyes wild and unfocused, his lips swollen from biting them so hard, his hips jerking up just for you to press him back down.
“I swear to fucking GOD,” he growls, thrashing against the restraints, his head pressing into the pillow, his voice shaking. “If you don’t sit the fuck down on my cock right now—baby, I will scream so fucking loud the neighbors will call the fucking cops—”
Your eyes widen, caught between shock and amusement, and before he can say another word, you slap a hand over his mouth, muffling his wrecked little gasps, and shove two fingers past his lips.
Jake chokes on a whimper, his whole body arching violently, his tongue immediately latching onto your fingers, sucking so hungrily, so filthy, his cheeks hollowing out as he moans around them.
“That’s better,” you murmur, watching the way his eyes flutter, the way his breath stutters, the way his hips keep twitching desperately beneath you, like he physically can’t control himself anymore.
His fingers curl into fists, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths, his thighs trembling uncontrollably as he moans around your fingers, his whole body writhing beneath you.
“Such a fucking brat,” you purr, dragging your free hand down his throat, wrapping your fingers around it just enough to make him shudder.
“Always so fucking mouthy, always acting up—”* you press your fingers down slightly on his tongue, feeling the way it writhes against you, hot and slick, the way his lips tremble around them.
“Now look at you,” you mock, grinding down just a little, just enough to let the head of his cock push inside you, squeezing tight around the tip—but not letting him have more.
Jake screams into your hand, his back arching off the bed, his fingers flexing violently in the restraints, his whole body on the verge of breaking.
“F-fuck—fuck, I—please—”* his voice is a mess, muffled and wrecked, his hips jerking up wildly, but you slap his thigh hard, making him yelp into your palm.
“No, baby,” you breathe, smirking, pressing your wet fingers deeper into his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl desperately around them.
“You don’t get to act like a little fucking menace and still get what you want.”
Jake whines, actually whines, high and desperate, his eyes rolling back slightly, his breath coming in shaky, choked-out sobs.
“Y-you’re—oh, fuck—you’re so fucking mean,” he gasps, his words slurred around your fingers, drool slipping down the corner of his mouth, his whole body trembling like he’s on the verge of breaking completely.
You grin, finally pulling your fingers from his mouth, dragging them down his heaving chest, feeling the way his skin burns beneath your touch.
“Oh, baby,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice sickly sweet and cruel.
“You haven’t even seen mean yet.”
Then, without warning, you slam yourself down onto him, taking him all the way in one deep, brutal motion.
Jake screams.
Not moans. Not groans.
A full, raw, broken scream, his head snapping back, his eyes rolling back so violently you almost think he passed out, his fingers pulling against the restraints like he’s trying to rip himself free.
“F-fuck—fuck, f-fuck, I—”* his voice cracks, his hips jolting up wildly, his whole body tensing violently beneath you, like he’s teetering on the edge of cumming already.
You don’t let him.
You slow down, grinding instead of bouncing, rolling your hips in deep, torturous circles, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you, the way his thighs jerk helplessly, the way his breath comes out in weak, shaky gasps.
“You feel so fucking good like this, baby,” you whisper, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his stomach jumps under your touch, the way his lips tremble helplessly.
“Completely helpless, completely mine.”
Jake sobs, full-body shaking, his wrists pulling so hard at the restraints that the headboard is knocking against the wall, his hips stuttering violently.
“B-baby, please—fuck, I—”* he gasps, choking on his own moans, his voice so hoarse, so destroyed. “I c-can’t—please, please—”
You grin, dragging your tongue up his throat, biting down hard on his racing pulse, making his whole body jolt violently beneath you.
“Aww, baby,” you mock, grinding down even harder, feeling the way he chokes on a wrecked little cry, his whole body convulsing.
“Are you gonna cry for me?”
Jake screams, his thighs clenching beneath you, his cock pulsing so violently inside you that you know he’s seconds from breaking completely.
“I—I’m gonna—f-fuck, fuck, I—baby, baby, please, let me—”
You slam your hips down one last time, and Jake breaks completely, thrashing beneath you, his breath coming in desperate, choked-out sobs, his whole body tensing so hard it shakes the bed.
And when he finally goes limp, completely wrecked, his chest heaving, his throat raw, his body still twitching from the aftershocks, you grin, running a lazy hand over his sweat-slick stomach.
“See, baby?” you hum sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to his panting mouth.
“That’s what you get for being a fucking brat.”
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧
Sunghoon didn’t take you seriously at all.
When you told him about your friend tying up her boyfriend and ruining him, he just blinked at you, his expression bored, unimpressed.
“Okay?” he had said, scrolling through his phone.
You narrowed your eyes. “That’s it? No reaction?”
“What do you want me to say?” He finally looked at you, tilting his head lazily. “I mean, it’s not that crazy. You tie the guy up, tease him a little, make him beg, then fuck him. Right?”
You licked your lips, leaning in. “You think you could handle it?”
Sunghoon snorted, smirking as he leaned back against the couch. “Baby, please. I could handle you with my hands tied behind my back.”
Your smile turned dangerous.
“Then let’s find out.”
But in reality, Sunghoon is fucked.
His wrists are tied above his head, stretched tight, his chest slick with sweat, his abs flexing uncontrollably as you ride him with no mercy, bouncing on his cock, taking him deep, rough, and fast.
He literally hasn’t said a word in ten minutes.
At first, he grunted, let out those deep, guttural groans, his thighs tensing, his body shaking beneath you as he tried so hard to hold on.
His jaw is slack, his lips parted, his eyes completely unfocused, so fucking gone that he can barely even breathe properly.
“Too much, baby?” you mock, dragging your nails down his sweaty chest, watching his muscles twitch violentlybeneath your touch.
Sunghoon just nods frantically, his breath catching, his fingers curling uselessly against the restraints as his hips twitch up, completely involuntary, completely desperate.
“But you’re taking it so well,” you purr, grinding down deep, rolling your hips slow and heavy, making him feel every inch of you.
Sunghoon lets out a choked, breathless groan, his thighs trembling violently, his whole body locking up beneath you.
“G-gonna—f-fuck—”* His voice finally breaks, and then—
He comes so fucking hard that his whole body tenses violently, his head snapping back against the pillow, his chest heaving as his cock pulses inside you, filling you so deep you swear you feel it everywhere.
But you don’t stop.
Not even when his thighs twitch, not even when his stomach spasms, not even when his breath stutters violently, too overstimulated, too much, too good.
You just slow down, rolling your hips deep, teasing, milking him through it, your nails dragging over his flushed skin, your lips tracing down his chest—
You pull off him completely.
Sunghoon lets out a sharp, broken breath, his whole body trembling, but before he can even process what’s happening, your hand wraps around his cock, slick and so fucking sensitive, and you start stroking him all over again.
His head snaps up instantly, his eyes wild and unfocused, his lips parting on a silent, breathless moan as his body jolts violently beneath you.
“W-wait—fuck, baby—”* His voice catches, but you ignore him, leaning down, letting your lips brush over his flushed skin, your tongue flicking over his already-sensitive nipple.
You bite down.
Hard.
Sunghoon shouts—the first full sentence he’s spoken all night—
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!—”*
You just grin, suck harder, dragging your nails down his quivering stomach, feeling the way his cock twitches uncontrollably in your grip, his whole body rocking with overstimulation.
“Oh, baby,” you mock, licking the bruise forming on his swollen, overstimulated nipple, squeezing his cock just right, watching his abs flex violently.
“I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Sunghoon lets out a wrecked, helpless moan, his breath coming in frantic gasps, his head thrashing to the side, but you just lick a slow, teasing stripe up his throat, biting another dark hickey into the soft skin just below his jaw.
“Everyone’s gonna see that one, baby,” you whisper, grinning against his feverish skin.
Sunghoon just shudders violently, his eyes fluttering shut, his jaw going slack as his cock pulses in your grip, his breath coming out in sharp, erratic gasps.
“Ohhh, f-fuck—fuck, I—”* His whole body locks up, his fingers weakly twitching, his thighs spasming— he comes again, his hips jerking helplessly, his chest rising sharply, his lips trembling from how hard he’s shaking beneath you.
But you don’t stop.
Not until he’s come four whole times, his breath ragged and uneven, his body twitching violently, his lips parted in silent, choked-out sobs, his wrists weakly flexing against the restraints.
When you finally, finally untie him, letting his arms drop, he just lays there, completely limp, his chest heaving, his eyes unfocused.
After a long, shaky exhale, he blinks up at you, his face completely wrecked.
Then, finally, he lets out a hoarse, breathless laugh, his voice weak and ruined.
“You milked me dry like a fucking cow.”*
You just grin, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his damp forehead, brushing his hair out of his face.
“You were perfect, baby,” you whisper sweetly, kissing him like he’s the most magnificent, precious thing in the world.
Sunghoon lets out a tired, shaky exhale, his body still trembling beneath you, his eyes fluttering shut.
“There’s something fucking wrong with you,” he mutters.
You just laugh, kissing his jawline, his nose, his flushed cheeks.
𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨
Sunoo was always dramatic, but this?
This was a new level.
“You want to tie me up?” He gasped, clutching his chest, staring at you like you’d just suggested burning his wardrobe. “Baby, are you planning on murdering me?”
You rolled your eyes, straddling his lap and pinching his cheek, making him pout even harder.
“No, baby,” you murmured, running your fingers down his jaw, tilting his chin up. “I just wanna see you squirm.”
Sunoo huffed, looking anywhere but at you, but you caught the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched slightly against your thighs.
“I don’t squirm,” he said stubbornly.
You smirked, leaning in, whispering against his lips—
“We’ll see about that.”
An hour later, Sunoo is tied up and completely fucked out, his wrists bound tightly to the headboard, his chest rising and falling in uneven, shallow breaths, his pretty lips swollen from all the pouting and whining he’s been doing.
But the best part?
He still hasn’t cum.
You’ve been playing with him for what feels like forever, keeping him on edge, bringing him right to the brink of release, then pulling away at the last second—again and again and again..
His cheeks are flushed deep pink, his eyelashes damp with unshed tears, his thighs trembling as he tugs uselessly at the restraints.
“B-baby, please—” His voice is soft, desperate, breathless, his lips trembling as he squirms beneath you.
You grin, dragging your nails down his stomach, watching the way his body jolts violently at the sensation.
“Please what?” you murmur, your fingers hovering over his leaking cock, but not touching him at all.
Sunoo whimpers, his hips twitching helplessly, his fingers clenching into fists.
“I—”* he gasps, his head tilting back, his pretty throat exposed and begging for attention, his chest rising sharply.
You take advantage of it, leaning down, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the delicate skin just below his collarboe, sucking until you know it’ll leave a mark.
Sunoo gasps sharply, his whole body tensing beneath you, his breath stuttering as a wrecked little whimper slips past his lips.
“You’re so mean,” he pouts, his voice cracking on the last word, his wrists twisting against the ties like he wants to throw a tantrum.
You just smile, letting your lips trail down his collarbone, over his flushed chest, lower and lower.
“Oh—fuck—” His voice breaks completely, his eyes squeezing shut, his thighs snapping together in frustration.
“Oh, baby,” you murmur, kissing your way down his chest, your hand finally, finally wrapping around his aching cock. “You’re shaking.”
Sunoo lets out the most desperate little noise, his breath catching, his whole body going taut beneath you.
“B-baby—”* he gasps, his voice so high and sweet and helpless it makes you clench around nothing.
“Shhh,” you coo, stroking him slow, torturous, teasing, feeling the way his cock twitches uncontrollably in your grip. “Be my good boy and take it.”
Sunoo whimpers, his fingers flexing uselessly, his breath coming in short, frantic little gasps.
“I—I c-can’t—”
“Yes, you can, baby,” you whisper, dragging your thumb over the swollen, sensitive tip, watching as his stomach tenses sharply, his breath stuttering in his throat.
Sunoo shakes his head frantically, his lips trembling, his eyes squeezed shut so tight that tears slip down his cheeks.
“B-baby, please—p-please, I—I need to—”
You lean in, lips brushing against his ear, your voice soft, teasing, dripping in affection—
“Then cum for me, baby.”
Sunoo lets out a sharp, shattered little cry, his entire body seizing up, his thighs clenching, his fingers curling into fists, his mouth falling open in a breathless, high-pitched moan as he finally, finally spills over your hand.
His chest heaves, his wrists straining weakly against the restraints, his whole body convulsing violently as he rides it out, his breath coming in ragged, uneven sobs.
When it’s over, when he finally collapses against the sheets, completely limp and wrecked, you untie his wrists, massaging the delicate skin where the fabric had been.
Sunoo’s eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy, his lips still parted, his breath still unsteady.
“You,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, “are actually evil.”
You just laugh softly, pressing kisses to his damp forehead, his flushed cheeks, his trembling lips.
“But you were so good for me, baby,” you murmur, cupping his face, kissing him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.
Sunoo huffs, rolling his eyes dramatically, but his arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest.
“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, his voice weak and breathless. “Now shut up and hold me.”
You just smile, curling up against him, feeling his breath slow, his body relax beneath you.
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧
Jungwon was always so composed.
Always the one in charge, always the one controlling the pace, making you beg, making you squirm, dragging things out just to hear you cry for him.
“You get so cute when you’re desperate,” he had said once, watching you fall apart, mocking you while he kept you on edge for what felt like hours.
“I wonder how long I can make you last before you break.”
That night, you had cried for him.
Tonight, he’s going to cry for you.
You’re going to tear him apart, ruin him so completely that he’ll never, ever try to put you through that again.
By the time you’re finished with him, he won’t just be begging for release—he’ll be begging for mercy.
Looking back it almost makes you laugh because Jungwon is so far gone that it’s almost pathetic.
His wrists are bound tight to the headboard, his fingers curling helplessly, his thighs trembling violently, his cock twitching, untouched, leaking all over himself.
The worst of all?
He hasn’t cum once.
You’ve edged him so many times that his body doesn’t even know how to handle it anymore, his breath coming in frantic, choked-off sobs, his cheeks slick with real, wet, desperate tears.
“P-please—please, f-fuck, I can’t—” His voice is so hoarse, so completely broken, his breath ragged and uneven, his body twitching, shaking, begging for anything.
You just smirk.
“Aww, poor baby,” you mock, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you, watching the way his lips tremble.
“You always act so tough.”
You drag your nails down his chest, watching the way his muscles tense, his abs flexing, his stomach spasming involuntarily.
“And now look at you.”
You slap his cock lightly, watching as his hips jolt up violently, his breath catching in a sharp, helpless moan.
“F-fuck—ohh, f-fuck, please, please, baby, I—I n-need—”
You slap him again.
Right on his leaking, swollen tip, precum splattering onto his stomach, his whole body jolting from the impact.
Jungwon screams, his thighs shaking uncontrollably, his wrists yanking at the restraints, but you just laugh softly.
“Oh, you need something?” you taunt, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you, watching the way his swollen lips quiver.
“What do you need, slut?”
Jungwon sobs again, completely humiliated, his body betraying him.
“P-please—please, let me cum—please, I c-can’t, I c-can’t—”
You tilt your head, fake pouting.
“Oh, baby,” you whisper, voice sickly sweet, cruel, condescending. “You can’t?”
Then, you grab a fistful of his damp hair, yanking his head back, making his throat expose itself to you, his breath stuttering, a choked-off moan spilling past his lips.
“That’s funny, baby,” you whisper, dragging your tongue up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer violently against your lips.
“Because I remember you making me fucking beg. I remember you edging me until I was crying, just like this.”
Jungwon lets out a sharp, desperate sob, his thighs clenching, his hips twitching, completely lost in it.
“I—I’m s-sorry—please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so f-fucking good, I s-swear—”
You grin, gripping his chin harder, tilting his head up, forcing him to stare at you.
“You’re already my good little fucktoy, baby.”
You slap his cock again, harder this time, watching as his body twitches violently, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.
“My pathetic little bitch.”
Jungwon whimpers, actual sobs wracking through his chest, his tears slipping down his temples, pooling on the pillow beneath him.
“You gonna cry harder for me, baby?”
He nods frantically, completely lost, completely gone.
“P-please—please—please—”
“Then cum, you fucking whore.”
The second you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking him deep and tight, Jungwon fucking loses it.
His entire body seizes up, his legs shaking so hard the whole bed moves, his wrists pulling at the restraints so violently that the headboard slams against the wall, his mouth falling open in a broken, wrecked scream.
He fucking breaks.
Jungwon cums so violently his entire body shudders, his stomach spasming, his throat bobbing as sobs rip through him, his voice so destroyed he can’t even form words anymore.
You swallow every drop, humming around him, your tongue dragging along his overly sensitive tip, watching the way his body jerks violently with overstimulation.
But you don’t stop.
You stroke him through it, slow and tight, dragging every last drop from him, his cock pulsing, twitching, his whimpers turning into helpless, wrecked cries.
“T-too much—f-fuck, b-baby—”* His voice is so weak, so ruined, so utterly fucking destroyed that he can barely even breathe.
But you keep going.
You suck harder, dragging your nails down his trembling thighs, taking him all the way back into your mouth, and he shrieks, his whole body flinching violently, his breath catching in sharp little gasps.
“Oh, f-fuck—oh, f-fuck—oh my god—please—please—”
He’s struggling now, actively fighting against the restraints, his body jerking uncontrollably, trying to pull away, trying to escape—
But you don’t let him.
“Awww, baby,” you coo, mocking, your mouth still wrapped tight around his cock. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked being in control?”
Jungwon sobs, thrashing beneath you, actually trying to get away, but he can’t.
“N-no more—please—please, baby, I-I can’t—”
And then he cums again.
So hard that his whole body convulses, his legs shaking, his chest rising sharply, his voice breaking completely, his sobs turning into nothing but gasps for air.
This time, his body just stops working.
Even as you slow your strokes, even as you lick the last of him away, even as you finally pull off of him, Jungwon is completely still.
His head lolls to the side, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths, his body weak, trembling, completely destroyed.
He passes out.
You carefully untie his wrists, massaging his twitching arms, pressing soft kisses to his damp forehead.
Just as you start to move away his arms shoot out, wrapping around you like a fucking koala, pulling you into his chest so tight you can barely move.
“Shut the fuck up,” he mumbles, his voice wrecked, hoarse, completely fucking gone.
You grin.
“Sure, Won”
“You’re a fucking demon.”
You laugh softly, curling into him.
“I know, baby.”
𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢
“Come on, Niki,” you pouted, straddling his lap, holding the silk ties up with big, pleading eyes. “Just once. For me?”
Niki just raised an eyebrow, giving you that infuriatingly smug grin, stretching his long limbs behind his head like he wasn’t even taking you seriously.
“I don’t see the point,” he mused. “I’m already stronger than you. If I wanted to get out, I’d just… get out.”
You groaned, throwing yourself onto his chest dramatically. “It’s not about that! It’s about the experience, the control, the trust, the—”
“Blah, blah, blah,” he mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you tie me up. If it’ll make you happy, baby.”
You perked up instantly, grinning as you grabbed his wrists.
“Finally!”
Now?
Now, you’re two seconds from losing your damn mind.
Because Niki is absolutely ruining this.
Every time you tie him up, every time you think you’ve got him right where you want him—
He fucking escapes.
Like it’s nothing.
Like you’re not even trying.
The first time, you had him tied up nicely, wrists secured, headboard shaking, your lips trailing down his throat—and the next thing you knew, he was flipping you onto your back, his arms suddenly completely free as he grinned down at you.
“What the—NIKI!” you yelped, smacking his arm. “How did you—”
“Baby, come on,” he laughed, scooping you up effortlessly, pinning you beneath him like the whole tying-up thing never happened. “I’m literally taller than you. Did you really think I’d stay tied up?”
You pouted angrily, wiggling under him. “THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”
Take Two: Riding Him?
“Just stay tied up,” you whined, adjusting the silk restraints around his wrists again, glaring at him. “And don’t you dare break free this time, or so help me—”
Niki snorted, smirking up at you as you sank down onto him, taking him deep, your hands braced against his chest.
“Mmm, I’ll try, baby,” he murmured, watching you grind down, slow and deep, his lips parting on a low groan.
For once, it seemed like he was actually taking it seriously.
You relaxed, rolling your hips, settling into the moment—
Until—
SNAP.
You felt it before you even saw it.
The ties? Gone.
His hands? Completely free.
And the worst part?
He didn’t even do it on purpose—he just shifted slightly, and the fabric came undone like it was fucking Velcro.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you screamed, shoving his chest in frustration, but the bastard just laughed, gripping your hips, rolling you deeper onto him.
“You really thought that would hold me?” he mocked, tilting his head, grinning like the little shit he was.
“I SPENT FIFTEEN MINUTES TYING YOU UP!”
“And I appreciate the effort, baby,” he cooed, flipping you onto your back effortlessly, pinning you beneath him again.
“But let’s be real… you can’t actually keep me down.”
Final Attempt: Face-Sitting
At this point, you were ready to lose it.
“Okay,” you said, shaking out your hands like an athlete preparing for battle, retying his wrists so tight that there was NO WAY he was getting out.
“This time, you’re staying put.”
Niki grinned up at you, that cocky glint in his eyes. “Sure, baby.”
You scowled, climbing up, hovering over his face, settling your weight down as you finally—finally—had your moment of victory.
Or so you thought.
Because the second you lowered yourself onto him, the second his mouth made contact, his arms shot out, grabbing your thighs, yanking you down so hard you almost fell forward.
“NIKI! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TIED UP—”
He didn’t even let you finish.
Didn’t let you breathe.
Didn’t even let you process the betrayal.
Because in the next second, he was devouring you like a man starved, his grip on your thighs bruising, pulling you down so tight against his face that you had no choice but to take it.
Your body jerked violently, your fingers gripping the headboard for dear life, your breath knocked right out of youas his tongue moved so filthy, so deep, so desperate that your brain literally stopped functioning.
“N-Niki—oh my god—”
Then you heard it.
He was laughing.
Actually laughing against you, like this was the funniest fucking thing in the world, like he had just won some kind of twisted competition you didn’t even sign up for.
That’s when you snapped.
“GET YOUR FACE OUT OF THERE, YOU MENACE!” you shrieked, trying to pry his head away, trying to push yourself up, but it was fucking useless.
He had you locked down tight, had you right where he wanted you, and there was no escape.
“Nope,” he mumbled into you, smug as ever, lips dragging slow and torturous, his tongue curling in a way that made you tremble uncontrollably.
“I think I like it better this way.”
You don’t know how long he kept you there.
It felt like forever.
Your thighs were shaking violently, your body weak and useless, your mind nothing but static as you finally collapsed against the headboard, trying to catch your breath.
Niki had the fucking audacity to grin up at you, wiping his mouth like he’d just finished a damn meal, looking completely unbothered.
“So,” he mused, tilting his head innocently. “How’d that tying-up thing work out for you?”
You glared, your body still trembling, still trying to recover.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You wanted to smack him, you really did.
But you had no strength left.
So you just flopped onto the bed dramatically, groaning into the pillow, accepting your fate.
“I give up,” you muttered.
“Oh, baby,” he purred, grinning as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he hadn’t just betrayed you on every level possible.
“You gave up the second you tried to tie me up.”
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thigh riding w hoon perchance.. (hope u saw those photos otherwise i kinda look stupid)
oh i definitely saw it anon.. those pics ruined me. spoiler alert i went fucking feral and thank you for this mouth watering req mwahh i love you for this </3
✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), pet names, thigh riding, overstim mention, praise kink, slight dom!hoon
you love riding sunghoon’s thigh. although it doesn’t give the same pleasure as his cock — or even his fingers — it’s almost as if his lap was made for him to watch his pretty girl fall apart on.
you’re straddling one of his thighs, perched so sweetly like it’s the only place you’re meant to be. he leans back against the couch, hands resting lazily on your hips, his eyes flickering down to where your pussy grinds itself against the thick muscle under you.
“so needy, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, his hands squeezing tighter around your hips to guide them back and forth, helping you chase your high faster.
“using me like this… getting yourself off on my thigh. cute,” he adds, tilting his head slightly, watching you with a lazy little smirk.
your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in, desperate whimpers falling from your lips as you roll your hips again — feeling the way his thigh flexes just for you, all hard, warm, and soaked because of you.
he shifts his leg just a little, enough to make you gasp, your thighs trembling, your clit swollen and painfully sensitive as you inch closer to the edge.
“g-gonna cum, hoon…” you whine, hands glued to his shoulders.
“yeah? cum for me, pretty. make a mess all over my thigh.”
his hands help roll your hips just a little harder, just right, until you’re cumming with a cry, your pretty fluids painting his thigh like you were made for it :3

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#anon letter ♡#enhypen hard hours#enhypen smut#sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen hard thoughts
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GUESS .. jake loves you on top of him



𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗧𝗛─────── riding your boyfriend
百 SIM JAEYUN x f!r + 3OO+ count. ( ! ) slight nipple play, p in v, mdni 18+ 爱 don’t forget to click
JAKE thinks you look like angel with his cock buried deep in your cunt, struggling to move from his size. a groan slips past his lips when you start rocking your hips slowly.
his half lidded gaze lands on you, all pretty and flushed and struggling to take him fully in. your thighs tremble from the effort, hands weakly pressing against his chest as you try to adjust.
his cock is buried deep inside you, filling you so well. your breath comes out in shaky little whimpers.
a deep, broken moan rips from jake’s throat.
“fuck, baby,” he grits out, head falling back for a second as his eyes roll back. “you’re so fucking tight.”
you mewl softly, body trembling from how much you’re trying to move despite how much he’s stretching you out. jake’s hands grip your hips harder, holding you down, keeping you stuffed full of him.
“you’re doing so good,” he rasps into your ear, voice thick, he sounds wrecked. he is wrecked. “so good for me, baby. taking me so fucking well.”
you whimper again, shifting your hips slightly, and jake hisses sharply through his teeth, digging his fingers into your skin.
“slow,” he orders, voice low and commanding, laced with barely contained restraint. “go slow, let me feel all of you.”
you nod wordlessly, way too blissed out to conjure up a proper sentence.
jake watches you, eyes dark, jaw tight, as you start rocking your hips in slow, desperate rolls, your walls clenching around him so sweetly he almost loses it right there.
he thrusts his hips up once and the strangled gasp you let out is almost too much for him to take.
“shit,” he groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back just enough to make you look at him. “look at me while you’re taking my cock like this, baby.”
you blink up at him, dazed, lips parted, your entire body trembling with how deep he is inside you.
jake leans in, kissing you hard, desperate. while his other hand slides down to your ass, helping you grind down harder onto him. every slow, grinding roll of your hips has jake cursing under his breath, praising you in low, dirty whispers.
“you’re mine,” he growls into your mouth. “fucking made for me, yeah? look at you, angel. struggling to take it, but still trying so hard. you love it, don’t you?”
you whimper, bobbing your head up and down, barely able to form words. jake’s lips twitch upwards, he watches the way your tits bounce with every movement. his hands slide up from your hips to fondle your nipples. pressing hard on them, hearing your sweet moan spill out from your pretty lips.
“like that, baby?” he asks softly, hand coming up slowly to rest on the back of your head and pulling you into a kiss. when you feel his hips snap up in a quick rythmn, you cry out into his mouth.
the feeling of his tongue pressing against yours and the tip of his cock deep in your cunt felt overwhelming. you clench your thighs around his hips and white spurts of cum spills over both you and him.
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I actually need a two faced jake where at school hes a sore loser versus when he’s alone with yn—complete menace. Biggest cocky flirt out there. At first, yn didn’t know much about jake until he bent her over and fucked the living shit outta her. I’m just down bad for Jake ok.
Two Faced, One Heart: Who is Sim Jake?



심재윤 x reader
୨ৎ Two versions of Jake Sim—one the shy, clumsy boy who spills his coffee at school, the other the filthy-mouthed menace who had you shaking in his lap just hours before class—and somehow, you’re hopelessly addicted to both. ��️ wc. 13.1k ⋆˙⟡ ⚠️ warnings : oral (both received), begging, teasing, cream pie, minor slut shamming, bullying, pet names, making out, swearing, harsh language, haur pulling, unprotected sex
📝: thats so fucking hot omg? I need jake so bad rn it’s not even funny
mndi · req open
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The words come out before you can stop them.
“Do you think I could get Jake to fall for me?”
Your friends stare at you like you just confessed to having a crush on the cafeteria salad bar.
“Jake Sim?” Min gapes. “The guy who thanked the printer for working?” Jisoo raises a brow. “His Instagram only has twelve followers. Twelve. One of them is his dog’s account.” You try not to laugh. “Okay, but he’s kind of… sweet?” Min scoffs. “He wears socks with sandals.” You shrug. “Maybe I like that.” You don’t tell them that two nights ago, Jake had you bent over your tiny dorm desk, fingers tangled in your hair, voice low and smug in your ear while you struggled to stay quiet. Because no one would believe you.
Not when the Jake they know fumbles over his words in group projects and blushes when people look at him too long.
But you’ve seen the other side. The one who locks his door with a click and flips like a switch. You see him again the next day in class, right on time as always. Same oversized hoodie, same messy hair. He sits two rows behind you and doesn’t say a word.
You don’t look at him. Not really. But you feel him watching you. The weight of his stare pressed between your shoulder blades. Like he knows exactly what you’re thinking about. Then, when you stand to leave, he brushes past you. Just a little too close. His fingers graze the small of your back—light, subtle, hidden. But it sends heat shooting down your spine. You catch up to him by the vending machines, just outside the library. He’s pretending to debate between orange juice and sparkling water.
You stop beside him. “Healthy choices.” Jake doesn’t look at you. “You wore that lip gloss again.” Your lips curve. “Maybe I like the flavor.” He reaches forward, selects a drink without thinking, and pays. His voice drops, just loud enough for you to hear. “I like it better off my tongue.” Your breath hitches. A pair of students walk past, one of them waving vaguely in Jake’s direction. He nods back with that usual shy smile, all harmless and mild-mannered.
The second they’re gone, his hand brushes against yours, fingers curling briefly around yours before letting go. You’re not sure your heart knows how to keep a steady rhythm around him anymore.
You didn’t know when it started—maybe it was the way Jake always sat in the back of class, quiet and unassuming. Or the fact that, every time you glanced at him, he never seemed to notice. He’d scribble in his notebook, the only sound in the room his pencil moving across the paper. You thought he was weird at first. Too quiet. Too in the background. The kind of person everyone else ignored. But there was something about him you couldn’t shake. The way his glasses would slide down his nose when he concentrated, or how he always wore the same hoodie, despite the weather.
The first time you spoke to him was after class. Your notes were mixed up, and you needed help with something—so you took a deep breath, made your way to him, and asked.
He looked up, startled. His cheeks went pink, and he mumbled something about being “kind of bad at explaining things,” but he agreed to help. That’s how it started. He was awkward. Shy. And he was perfect. You thought about him more than you should have, even as your friends teased you about how he was “just a soft loser” or “too quiet to ever be interesting.” But something about the way he treated you—how he never rushed you, never pushed, always listened—had you intrigued.
Then, the texts started coming. Small things at first—like a picture of a puppy he saw that reminded him of you. Or a random meme about books you both liked. They came at odd times, too. Late at night. In the middle of the day. And you found yourself looking forward to them, even though you knew he wasn’t exactly the “popular” guy at school.
One night, after a study session that stretched long into the evening, you both found yourselves alone in the library. It was just the two of you, the quiet hum of fluorescent lights above, the scent of paper and coffee between you. He looked at you like he wanted to say something, but he never did. Instead, he helped you pack up your things, careful not to touch you too much, but his fingers brushed yours when he handed you your coat. You thought you imagined it, the little spark that shot through your hand, but the way his eyes flicked to yours said otherwise.
“Uh, good night,” he mumbled, voice hushed. You smiled, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. “Good night, Jake.” You didn’t know it then, but that would be the night it all started to shift.
The next few weeks were a blur of fleeting glances, stolen moments. You’d catch him looking at you in class, only for him to quickly look away. Sometimes, he’d find reasons to walk the same path as you, his steps light, as if testing the water between you. And each time, the air between you would grow heavier, electric, like something unsaid was hanging in the space between your words. It wasn’t until one rainy afternoon that things finally tipped over the edge. You were on your way to the library when you spotted him standing under the awning of a building, looking at his phone. His hoodie was pulled up over his head, and he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the rain was starting to soak through the sleeves.
“Jake!” you called out, jogging over to him. “You’re gonna get soaked.” He looked up in surprise. “Oh, uh… I was just trying to figure out when the rain’s supposed to stop.” He smiled sheepishly. “I should’ve checked the forecast before heading out.” You shook your head, already pulling your umbrella out. “Come on. You’re coming with me.”
He blinked. “What?”
“You’re not standing out here getting drenched. You’re walking me to the library.”
He hesitated, then smiled, a soft, shy grin. “Okay.”
You shared the umbrella, walking side by side. The world outside was blurred by the rain, everything muted except for the sound of your shoes on the pavement and the occasional brush of his elbow against yours. It felt casual, but something about it—something about him—made your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain.
When you reached the library, you both stood under the awning for a second, the warmth of the building just inside. You were both still close, the air between you thick with unspoken things.
And that was when it happened.
Without saying a word, Jake leaned in just enough to let his breath ghost against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “If I walked you to class every day, would you still act like I’m invisible?” he whispered.
Your heart skipped, and you didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know what to say, or what he was really offering. But you knew, in that moment, everything between you had shifted.
And you weren’t sure you were ready for it.
But you wanted to be.
You’d never seen Jake without his glasses.
The guy everyone knew—shy, reserved, a little awkward—was always framed by those round lenses. It was part of his quiet charm, the way they softened his features, how he hid behind them like a shield. No one really saw the guy underneath, the guy who barely made waves, who faded into the background of every class.
Until today.
You hadn’t expected this when you got the text. “Roommate’s out. You wanna come over?”
It wasn’t anything crazy. It could be a quiet hangout, maybe some late-night studying. But there was a strange feeling building in your stomach, something telling you that tonight might be different.
When you knocked on Jake’s door, you barely had time to brace yourself before it swung open.
And there he was.
Jake, standing there, no glasses. He was wearing contacts, and the difference hit you immediately. His eyes, normally hidden behind lenses, were now wide open, sharp, clear. They looked darker somehow, and for the first time, you saw something in them that wasn’t there before. Confidence. A kind of intensity that threw you off guard.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice smooth, low—nothing like the awkward, stuttering Jake you were used to.
“Hi,” you replied, unsure of what to say, suddenly aware of how close he was standing.
Jake stepped aside, letting you into the room. You took a quick look around—same dorm, but the vibe was different. The room was tidier than you expected, clean, almost meticulous. No clutter, no random piles of clothes or books. It felt… like a space where Jake had control, where things were on his terms.
“You can sit wherever,” Jake said, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. His posture was relaxed, but there was an edge to it now, something about the way he stood that was different from the usual quiet guy you saw on campus.
You sat on the edge of his bed, but you didn’t know where to look. His eyes were still on you, and the way he watched you made the air between you feel thick, charged.
He took his time, like he wasn’t in any rush. “You didn’t expect this, did you?” Jake’s voice was quieter now, almost like he was daring you to admit it.
You shifted slightly, trying to act casual, but it was hard. “No. I didn’t think you’d be like this.”
He smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of shy, soft smile you were used to. It was different. “Like what?”
You hesitated, but then shrugged. “I don’t know. More… sure of yourself. Less… nervous.”
Jake raised an eyebrow, and there was a flash of something dark in his eyes. “You think I’m nervous?”
You nodded slowly, testing him. “Yeah. I mean, you’ve always been… kind of quiet.”
Jake took a step closer, his expression unreadable now, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not shy. Just don’t feel the need to put on a show for anyone. And I don’t think you’re stupid enough to believe I’m some clueless guy.”
You stayed silent, suddenly aware of how close he was now, how his presence filled up the space between you.
He was different tonight. No hesitation. No awkward stutter. Just… Jake. But the version of him that you never saw—sharp, self-assured, and unbothered by anything or anyone around him.
“Want to see how different I am?” he asked, his voice lowering, the question hanging in the air.
You barely had time to process before his fingers brushed your arm, the simple touch making your heart race. And just like that, you realized you weren’t ready for the change that was happening between you—but you were already in too deep to turn back.
You weren’t sure what you expected when you agreed to come over, but it wasn’t this.
Jake leaned against the wall in front of you, and for the first time, you felt a shift in the way he held himself, like there was something between you that wasn’t there before. His gaze didn’t flicker away from yours, and his posture was different. He was comfortable—too comfortable, and it made the room feel smaller, hotter.
You opened your mouth to say something, but Jake beat you to it, his voice low and steady. “You don’t look at me the same way you used to.”
Your chest tightened. “What do you mean?”
His smirk deepened. “You’re looking at me like you’re seeing me for the first time. Like I’m not just the quiet guy in the back of class.”
You tried to ignore the way his words made your pulse pick up speed. He was right, and it unsettled you more than you wanted to admit. The Jake you knew was always reserved, always hiding behind his quiet act. But the Jake in front of you now? He was different. More sure of himself. More… commanding.
Before you could find the right words, Jake pushed off the wall and closed the distance between you. He didn’t touch you at first, but you could feel the heat coming off him. You took a shallow breath, the air between you thick with tension.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
You shook your head, but you could feel the unease building in your stomach, creeping up your chest. It wasn’t nerves—it was something else. Something new. Something dangerous.
He seemed to sense it, that tiny shift in your energy, and it made him lean in closer. “You can admit it,” he whispered. “I won’t bite.”
Your lips parted slightly at the sound of his voice, thick and low. There was nothing innocent about him now. You could see it clearly. This wasn’t the guy who stumbled over his words or blushed at the slightest attention. This was a version of Jake you hadn’t been prepared for.
And now that you were seeing him—really seeing him—you weren’t sure you wanted to turn away.
Jake’s hand came up to touch your chin, his thumb brushing over your skin with purpose. He tilted your head slightly, studying you like you were a puzzle he was dying to solve. His touch was slow, deliberate, and it made every nerve in your body stand on edge.
“Do you like this?” he asked softly, his thumb tracing along your jawline. “Do you like seeing me like this?”
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you found yourself staring at him, watching how his eyes flickered with something darker, something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.
“I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jake’s smirk only grew, and before you could react, he leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t a soft kiss, the kind you were used to. It wasn’t gentle or cautious. No, this was different. This was hungry. It was messy. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment, like he couldn’t wait any longer. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his lips parting against yours as if he was trying to steal every breath from your lungs.
You let him. You let him pull you in, let him show you what he was capable of when there was no one around to see it.
When he pulled away, just enough to let you catch your breath, his eyes never left yours. There was something predatory in his gaze now, something that made your pulse race.
“You’ve been looking at me for a while,” Jake murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “You never thought I could be like this, did you?”
You swallowed hard, your mind scrambling for something to say, but all that came out was a shaky breath.
Jake smiled, that same smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll show you just how different I can be.”
And that was when you realized—there was no going back now.
Jake’s lips hovered just inches from yours, his breath mixing with yours, the tension in the air making every nerve in your body feel alive. His eyes were locked onto yours, and you could see the way he was waiting for you—waiting for you to decide how far you wanted to go, how far you were willing to let things shift.
You had never seen him like this. The quiet guy you knew had been replaced by someone far more confident, far more intense. His hand was still resting at the back of your neck, and the way his thumb traced small circles against your skin sent a shiver down your spine.
He didn’t kiss you again right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying you, watching for any sign of hesitation, any sign that you weren’t ready. His thumb grazed your jaw again, this time a little firmer, almost as if he was marking his territory, making sure you knew he was in control now.
And then, without warning, he pressed his lips against yours again—but this time, the kiss was slower. It was deeper, more deliberate, as if he was savoring it. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of his body against yours.
You tried to breathe, but it was hard. It felt like the world was closing in around you, leaving only the two of you in that small, charged space. You couldn’t focus on anything except the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands shifted, each touch sparking a new wave of heat in your body.
He pulled away just enough to speak, his voice low, gravelly. “I told you… I’m not the guy you thought I was.”
You nodded, your throat tight, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You could barely process what was happening. Everything about this felt different, so different from anything you’d imagined. The shy, awkward Jake had been replaced by someone who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted.
His lips trailed down to your neck, and the soft press of his mouth against your skin made your breath catch in your throat. He moved slowly, deliberately, his hands never straying far from you. The warmth of his touch spread through you, and you felt your body responding in ways you hadn’t expected.
“Jake,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traced along your collarbone.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with something primal. “Tell me what you want baby?” His voice was barely audible, but it cut through the fog in your mind.
You didn’t know how to answer, not with words. You had never been this close to him, not like this, not with the air crackling between you like it was about to catch fire. The way the pet name slipped so easily from his mouth made your pussy clench around nothing. But the look in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze, made something stir inside you.
Without thinking, you leaned in again, your lips pressing against his. This time, there was no hesitation. You kissed him back, a little harder this time, both groaning into the kiss as if you were trying to prove something—prove that you were ready for whatever came next.
Jake didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands slid lower, around your waist, pulling you even closer. You felt the heat of his body against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His hands were firm, confident as they explored the curve of your back, the tension in your muscles, the way your body responded to him.
Every inch of space between you seemed to vanish, and soon there was nothing but the heat, the closeness, and the feeling of his hands on your skin.
For the first time, you weren’t sure if you were in control anymore—or if you ever had been.
Jake pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at you with that same intense gaze. There was something in his eyes—an unspoken challenge, a promise of something you couldn’t quite yet name. You could feel the tension building, heavy in the air between you, thickening with each second that passed.
He reached up slowly, his fingers brushing the collar of his shirt, and your heart skipped a beat as he pulled it over his head, revealing the smooth skin of his chest. The movement was casual, effortless, like he’d done it a thousand times before. His muscles shifted under his skin, the soft light of the room catching the contours of his body, and it was like everything about him felt real now—far more than you ever thought.
You couldn’t help but stare, your gaze tracing over the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. There was no trace of the shy, reserved guy from before. Instead, he stood there—bare, exposed—looking at you with a calm confidence that made your pulse race.
Jake didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His eyes spoke volumes as they flickered to yours, waiting for you to respond, to make the next move.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in the sight of him, suddenly feeling a shift, a hunger building within you that mirrored his own. It was a quiet power, a tension you could feel in your very bones.
Jake’s eyes never left yours as you stood there, frozen for a moment. The air felt thick, charged, as if time had slowed down, and the weight of his gaze made everything around you fade into the background.
He stepped toward you, his chest still bare, his body moving with a kind of fluid confidence that made your pulse spike. Each step he took seemed to make the space between you shrink, until you were once again within inches of him. He didn’t rush. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment.
“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low, steady. The question hung in the air, but there was no hesitation in his tone—only the calm certainty of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.
Your throat tightened, and you nodded, though words seemed impossible to find. The only sound in the room was the quickening rhythm of your breath, mingling with his.
Jake’s hand reached for the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin as he lifted it, gently pulling it over your head. You let him, your heart pounding in your chest, your skin heating under his touch. He didn’t rush, his hands tracing the curves of your body with careful attention, like he was memorizing every inch of you.
When your shirt finally joined his on the floor, he stepped back slightly to take you in, his gaze sweeping over your exposed skin. His eyes darkened further, a look of quiet admiration in them, but there was something else there too—something predatory, possessive.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, the words low but full of meaning.
You could barely process what was happening, but the way he said it—like he was claiming you, and yet somehow honoring you at the same time—made your chest tighten. His hands were at your waist now, pulling you closer again, and his lips found the curve of your neck. He kissed you there softly, his mouth warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
As he kissed you, his hands moved lower, slowly, deliberately, until he was holding you, guiding you gently toward his bed. There was no rush, no urgency—just the feel of his strong hands, the weight of his body against yours, and the soft pressure of his lips as they trailed down to your collarbone.
Jake was taking his time, savoring the moments. He wanted you—he was showing you that much, but he was also letting you see a side of him that no one else got to experience.
And as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips never leaving your skin, you felt a kind of surrender that you couldn’t explain. He was confident, sure of every move he made. But so were you.
This was new. You were new.
Jake’s lips found the delicate curve of your neck, and you inhaled sharply as a wave of warmth flooded your body. His kisses were slow, teasing, each one leaving a faint, tingling trail on your skin. You could feel his breath against you, warm and steady, as he placed soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
His hands, still resting on your waist, tightened their grip slightly, pulling you closer to him. Every movement was deliberate, purposeful, as if he was in no rush to get anywhere, wanting to savor every moment.
“You’re such a good girl,” Jake murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough. The words sent a shiver down your spine, stirring something deep inside you. His praise, soft yet commanding, made your heart race even faster, the air between you growing thick with desire.
You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips, your body reacting to the way his voice made you feel—like you were exactly where you needed to be, like you were his.
Jake smiled against your neck, the words lingering in the air. “So good for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing the spot again. You could feel the confidence in his words, the way he was claiming the moment, claiming you. The heat that had been building between you both was undeniable now, and you knew, without a doubt, that this was no longer the shy, quiet guy from school.
This was Jake. The Jake who knew exactly what he wanted—and wasn’t afraid to take it.
The room felt smaller now, even with the space around you. The air was thick with a quiet tension, a sense of something inevitable hanging between you two. Jake was no longer standing across from you, maintaining that careful distance. He was close—too close—and it was clear that neither of you wanted to back away.
You could feel the pull of him, an invisible force that seemed to draw you in, making it impossible to ignore the heat that had been simmering between you both. You’d known this feeling, this desire, had been building for weeks. But now it was no longer just something you could push aside, something you could pretend wasn’t there.
“Do you trust me?” Jake’s voice was soft, but there was a weight to it, a seriousness that sent a ripple of excitement through you. He was close now, his chest nearly brushing yours, and the way he spoke made it clear he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity.
You nodded, unable to find your voice for a moment, the words lost in the heat of the moment. Jake smiled—genuine, a little wicked—and his hand reached out to guide you toward the desk.
The desk that had become a symbol of something you didn’t even fully understand yet. He placed his hands on your hips, his touch firm but not rough, leading you with careful, deliberate steps. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the edge of the desk against the back of your knees.
He stopped, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “Stay still for me baby.”
There was an undeniable force in the way he held you, a promise in his words. Your pulse raced as your hands rested against the cool surface of the desk. The room was suddenly quieter, the sounds of your breaths louder than anything else.
Jake stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his breath ghosted over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. There was a certain thrill in knowing that he was completely in control, that he was in charge.
His hands moved with purpose, sliding from your hips up your sides, lingering over the curve of your waist, tracing slow circles over your ribs. You wanted to press back against him, to feel the weight of him against you, but something kept you still, some tiny shred of self-control.
Jake's hands moved higher, fingers trailing over your collarbone, and you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. His touch was firm, possessive, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You wanted to arch into him, to feel the weight of his body against yours, but you kept your hips planted against the desk, fighting the urge.
Jake's lips traced a path down your neck, and you could feel the smile on his face as he spoke, his voice low and rough. "You're doing so well for me," he murmured.
The words slipped out before you could stop them, your voice shaky and desperate, "I need to feel you-need your cock."
You could feel him smirk against your skin, his hands tracing slow, teasing circles over your hips. "You that desperate, you slut?" he scoffed, his words like a taunt, a challenge.
Jake's words sent heat coursing through your veins, the sound of your own whimpering catching you off guard. It was a sound of desperation, of need, and it betrayed a vulnerability you hadn't meant to show.
But he heard it. Of course he did. He was so close to you, his body pressed against yours, and there were no more secrets between you.
You could feel the anticipation building, the air around you thick with tension. Jake's hands moved with purpose, tugging at your skirt, and it came down in a swift motion, pooling around your ankles. He took a step back, giving you space, and for a moment, you were left standing in just your underwear.
Jake's eyes darkened as he watched you, the desire in his gaze unmistakable. He moved closer again, crowding you against the desk, and you could feel the heat radiating off his bare skin, the way it made your skin prickle with anticipation.
You looked back to see Jake stroking his already leaking cock, letting out a low groan in the process. You could feel a smirk form on his lips as he shoves your panties aside. “Jesus yn, you’re dripping.” His words brought a throbbing sensation to your pussy, a desperate whimper leaving your mouth. “Jake…please,” you begged. “I need to feel you.” The heat in your body was almost unbearable now, your words little more than a ragged breath as you plead with him, "Fuck, Jake." It was like all the thoughts had slipped away from you, replaced by a pulsing need.
Jake didn't hesitate. He was still gripping your hip with one hand, his other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back against him. There was no more waiting, no more teasing. He was hard and ready, and you could feel it pressed against you, and you were slick and wanting, and you couldn't take it any longer.
With a low, guttural groan, Jake slammed his cock inside your soaked cunt in one motion, causing you both to let out the filthiest sound.
“fuck, look at you,” jake groaned quietly, fingers spreading your ass apart. “such a filthy little thing, huh? letting me use that pussy mouth like it’s all you’re good for.”
his hand is tangled in your hair now, not tugging—just resting there, warm and heavy, like a crown you’ve earned. you try to stay quiet, knowing that the building has thin walls, spit pooling and dripping down your chin as your rhythm falters under the weight of his words. “Jake, it feels go good—“
“quiet,” he snaps softly, and your lashes flutter as you obey.
good. obedient. ruined.
“that’s it, baby. show me how good you are at taking my cock,” he says, voice almost tender if not for the filth of it. “can’t even breathe right, but you don’t care, do you? you love it too much. love being my perfect little toy.”
you whimper around him, and it makes his hips stutter. his thighs tense.
his control cracks just a little.
“god, you’re so good for me. fuck, baby—so fucking perfect.”
he grits his teeth, hand tightening just slightly in your hair. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else can. only me.”
your jaw aches. your throat burns. but still, you don’t stop. “this pussy is made for me,” he continued, throwing his head back. “Fucking made for me yn.”
Jake was losing control, his words coming out in sharp breaths. He'd never spoken to you like this before, never so openly, so shamelessly filthy. Your mind was reeling, the sensations overwhelming as he took what he wanted from you, his words only fueling your own desire.
“J-Jake- too much.” you whisper cry to him. He giggles a bit, only looking at you the whole time. “And you love it.” he grabs onto your waist gently.
You help fuck yourself on him a bit faster and he lets out a groan. “You’re so tight around me.. y/n..” he thinks he hasn’t stretched you out enough beforehand. “We can.. do it..” you say, already out of breath.
You spread your legs a bit more, releasing a bit of tension on him. You succeed taking on his big cock, whilst using his shoulders as handles. “You’re taking it so good..” he whispers. You go faster at his praises.
He’s been stretching you out for a while now, and it definitely got easier over time. The slight discomfort turned into satisfying pleasure for you. His swollen tip hits your g-spot every single time, making you want to cum right there. However, he’s been wanting to finish ever since you started. You feel so good wrapped around him he’s surprised he hasn’t let out any further moan yet.
His hips move faster again, getting closer to cumming again. Your puffy cunt is crying at this point, while you let out a slight moan with every thrust. You keep going for a bit before, before rolling your eyes back to cum. “I’m— gonna… I… oh m… Jake..” you struggle.
You don’t get to say anything—your body gives out before your voice can even catch up. Your thighs tremble around him, and you’re a mess in his lap, clinging to him like he’s the only thing grounding you. The sound you let out is raw, louder than before, and Jake just leans back in his chair, watching you fall apart with that smug, wrecked grin of his.
His hands tighten around your waist, keeping you moving even as your body begs for mercy. He’s not letting go—not yet.
“You’re not done,” he mutters low against your throat, lips brushing your skin. “Not until I say so.”
You try to respond, but it’s all heat and haze now. Your chest presses against his as your head drops to his shoulder, and he doesn’t stop—he guides you through every slow grind, every twitch of your body that draws another gasp from your lips. His voice is rough, breathless, right in your ear.
Then his body jerks beneath you, and the way he holds you after—tight, possessive—tells you everything you need to know. His hand slides up your back as you both sit there, the room thick with the aftermath, your bodies still tangled.
You think it’s over. You think maybe now he’ll let you breathe.
But then his grip shifts, and he pulls you right back down onto him, your body jolting at the sudden contact.
A gasp leaves you, and his laugh—low and dangerous—rumbles against your collarbone. “Still so sensitive,” he teases, brushing your hair back as he presses a kiss just below your ear. “Thought you could handle me.”
Your arms drape around his neck again, head buried against his skin, and all you can do is hold on. You kiss the sweat-slicked curve of his jaw, trying to catch your breath while he stays buried deep, unmoving, content to just keep you there—full, overwhelmed, and completely his.
And with one hand still steady on your hip, Jake casually slides his chair back toward his desk, like it’s just another night—like you’re not still trembling on top of him.
Just before he grabs his headset, he whispers, “You should hear yourself.”
By the time you got back to class Monday morning, it was like nothing had ever happened. Or at least, that’s how Jake made it seem.
There he was, slouched in his usual seat at the back of the lecture hall, hoodie half-zipped, glasses perched slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose. He was typing away at his laptop like he hadn’t just had you moaning his name into the crook of his neck two nights ago, skin flushed, bodies tangled.
He glanced up as you walked in. His eyes found yours for a second too long—and then he looked away, pretending to be distracted by something on his screen. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, like he was fighting a smile.
You took your seat a few rows ahead of him, and a minute later, you felt the faintest buzzin your pocket.
“I had fun.”
You turned around. He was staring at his laptop like he hadn’t just texted you that. Like he hadn’t just ruined you on that same voice he used to answer class questions with a stutter.
Jake was still quiet in public, still awkward. He still pushed up his glasses too often and knocked over his water bottle when reaching for his pen. But now, there was a glint in his eyes every time he looked at you. A silent smugness. A private joke only the two of you knew the punchline to.
And when your professor called on him to answer a question, and he stumbled over the words “data structure,” turning slightly pink, you thought—no one else in this room had a clue. No one knew that he’d whispered “stay still for me” against your skin like a command. That the same clumsy guy blushing in front of the class had told you with a dark smirk, “such a good girl, you took me so well.”
You looked over your shoulder again. Jake met your eyes, and this time, he didn’t look away. Just popped a piece of gum into his mouth, chewing slow, gaze steady. And then he winked.
You almost dropped your pen.
You tried to keep it to yourself—you really did. But your friends had spent the last ten minutes at your table giggling over Jake like he was some weird cryptid.
“I checked his Instagram again,” Yuna said, sipping her iced coffee. “He lost a follower. And he posted a blurry picture of a squirrel once.”
“Do you think he even knows how to use Instagram?” Soojin added, snorting. “He gives off ‘my mom made this account for me’ energy.”
You bit your lip, trying not to smile too hard.
“What?” Yuna asked, eyes narrowing at you. “Why are you smiling like that? Don’t tell me you actually think he’s hot.”
“I don’t think he’s hot,” you said slowly, stirring your drink.
They leaned in.
You sighed, leaning back in your seat, glancing over your shoulder out of habit.
“Okay,” you whispered. “This doesn’t leave this table.”
Yuna and Soojin practically vibrated with anticipation.
“I went to his dorm,” you started, voice low. “A few nights ago. His roommate was gone. And he wasn’t wearing glasses. He had contacts in. And he—” you hesitated, heartbeat picking up. “He was acting completely differnt. And we kinda.. you know.”
Yuna let out a dramatic gasp. “No way.”
Soojin cackled. “Shut up. Jake? Jake Sim and y/n fucked?”
You nodded slowly, lips twitching.
“And?” Yuna prompted. “And? What, did he trip over his desk accidentally slip his dick into you?”
You hesitated. “We, uh… no…”
Both of their jaws dropped—and then they burst into laughter.
“No, no, you’re joking,” Soojin said, leaning into Yuna for support. “Jake? Jake had you—what, bent over his gaming chair while his twelve Instagram followers cheered him on?”
“I’m serious,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “He’s not—he’s not how you think he is. Not when we’re alone.”
“Okay, now you’re just making it sound like he’s Batman,” Yuna snorted. “By day, he’s a bio major with a screen protector on his calculator. By night—”
“Hey.” A voice cut in behind you.
You froze.
Yuna’s eyes widened.
Soojin slapped a hand over her mouth.
You turned your head slowly—Jake was standing there, tray in hand, his expression unreadable. His glasses were on, hoodie loose, hair a little messy like he’d just rolled out of bed.
“Hi,” he said, voice calm, like he hadn’t just caught you mid-confession.
You blinked up at him. “Jake.”
He looked at your friends, then back at you. “You forgot your charger last night.”
He placed it next to your drink, eyes flicking down to your hand for half a second.
“Thanks,” you said, voice quiet.
Jake gave you a lazy smile—barely there, but you knew it. You knew that look now. He turned, walked away like nothing happened, headphones already around his neck.
You turned back to your friends.
Their mouths were hanging open.
“…You’re not joking,” Yuna said flatly.
“I told you,” you whispered, trying—and failing—to hide the grin pulling at your lips.
Your friends were still frozen, processing, as Jake walked off toward the other end of the café like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb and left you to deal with the aftermath. He didn’t look back, but the slow, smug drag of his steps made it very clear—he knew exactly what he was doing.
“I…” Yuna blinked. “Was that your charger?”
You nodded, sipping your drink to hide your smirk.
Soojin finally found her voice. “Did he say last night?”
You nodded again, this time a little slower.
Both of them let out the most synchronized gasps you’d ever heard in your life.
“Girl,” Yuna whispered, leaning across the table like she was afraid someone would overhear, “what the hell is going on? That’s not even—Jake? Like, Jake Sim? He’s—he’s a meme. We literally made a Bingo card of the number of times he trips in the hallway!”
“Yeah,” you said, unable to stop the warmth in your cheeks. “And apparently, he’s also capable of blowing my back out while explaining the difference between RAM and ROM.”
Soojin shrieked. “Stop!”
You were laughing now, the kind that bubbles up and won’t stop. It was ridiculous. All of it. And yet, every time you thought about the way he kissed you—like he knew what he was doing, like he’d been waiting for the right moment to show you—you felt your knees threaten to give out.
“Okay,” Yuna said, gripping your arm. “So, wait. Is he, like… your boyfriend now? Or is this just an elite phase?”
You opened your mouth—then closed it again.
You hadn’t even thought that far.
Jake hadn’t said anything official. No labels. No talks. Just quiet texts. A stolen charger. A wink in lecture. And the memory of him whispering in your ear, voice low and breathless, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly. “But I don’t think this is just a one-time thing.”
At that exact moment, your phone buzzed again.
“also, I meant every word I said to you”
Your head snapped up. Across the room, Jake was seated with his laptop open, headset slung around his neck, biting into a sandwich like the most innocent man alive.
Your stomach flipped.
This menace. This liar. This actor.
Your thumbs hovered over the screen, a mix of embarrassment and fondness curling in your chest.
“you’re actually evil”
“i hate you”
“i hate that i don’t hate you”
A beat passed.
“you’re cute when you fluster. wanna come over after chem?”
Your friends didn’t even need to ask who you were texting. They saw your face and groaned in unison.
And for once, you didn’t even deny it.
Jake was a master of the double life. You didn’t know how he did it, but it was like he could flip a switch whenever he stepped foot in the hallways of the university.
In class? A complete disaster.
The shy, bumbling guy you’d always seen—his glasses slipping down his nose, tripping over his own feet as he made his way to his desk. He’d stammer when he spoke to the professor, barely making eye contact with anyone, and was always the first to look down at his phone when group discussions came up. The Jake everyone saw was awkward, quiet, and somehow endearing in his nerdy way. The one who sat by himself in the cafeteria, fiddling with his notebook, hoping no one would notice him.
And yet, you knew. You knew there was something more beneath that awkward exterior. Something darker, something confident. You’d seen it for yourself, just two nights ago. The quiet guy who barely spoke a word in class had turned into a completely different person behind closed doors.
But here, in the hallway, between classes, you wouldn’t have been able to guess that same Jake was the one who had you shivering under his touch, whispering praises into your ear like he owned you.
You were walking past his usual spot in the library when you caught him fumbling with a stack of books, his face scrunched up in concentration. He didn’t notice you at first, too focused on his task. But when he looked up, the usual blush crept up his neck, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Hi,” you said casually, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You need help with those?”
He gave a nervous laugh, adjusting his glasses and dropping the books onto the table like his hands suddenly didn’t know how to hold them anymore. “Uh, yeah, no, I—um, I got it. Thanks, though.”
You could barely contain your laughter. Here he was, this guy who had literally whispered praises in your ear only days ago, looking like a total mess in front of you. He couldn’t even manage eye contact without turning an embarrassing shade of pink.
“So,” you said, leaning against the bookshelf beside him, your arms casually crossed. “You been doing any more squirrel photography lately?”
Jake froze, his face flushing deeper. “Uh, n-no,” he stammered, grabbing his books a little too quickly. “I— I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It was like watching a completely different person. Gone was the guy who had held you close, kissed you with authority. Gone was the guy who made you forget everything when his lips were on your neck. Now, he was just a bumbling mess, avoiding your eyes, looking everywhere but at you.
“You’re so weird,” you teased lightly. “You know, I’ve been wondering… is it really the glasses, or is it the awkwardness? Which one is the real you?”
Jake opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He just looked at you, a mixture of embarrassment and—was that a hint of guilt? Like he had a secret he didn’t want anyone to know.
“Never mind,” you said with a smirk, walking away from him. “Keep up the good work, loser.”
You could feel him watching you, probably frozen in place, but you didn’t care. It was almost unbelievable how different he could act when it was just the two of you alone in a room. The guy who couldn’t make it through a simple conversation in public had turned into the man who made you forget your own name when he had his hands on you.
But for now, all you could do was shake your head and laugh, marveling at how Jake was pulling off his double life—completely clueless and completely in control, all at once.
The cafeteria went silent the moment you walked past your usual table and headed straight for his.
Jake was sitting alone, as usual—tray of barely-touched food in front of him, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like he was trying to disappear into himself. He was hunched over his phone, earbuds in, completely unaware of the social earthquake that was about to hit.
You plopped down across from him without warning.
His head snapped up. He blinked, startled. “Wh—uh… hey?”
Conversations around you dipped, and you could feel the whispers starting. Not subtle ones either. Real, full-body turns. Eyes darting. Forks pausing mid-air. People whispering you’re joking, is that Y/N? and she’s sitting with him?
You just smiled, opening your drink like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Relax,” you said, lowering your voice and leaning forward just a little. “You’re acting like I just declared war on the entire social order.”
He pushed his glasses up and blinked a few times. “You… you don’t usually—uh, sit here.”
“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “But today I felt like sitting with my favorite academic weapon slash secret menace.”
Jake choked on his water.
You grinned. “Also, I think I’ve figured you out.”
He swallowed hard. “F-Figured me out?”
“Yup.” You tilted your head at him, keeping your voice low and teasing. “I think your glasses are what activate your awkward personality. Like a switch. You wear them? Jake the human embodiment of a shy turtle. You take them off? Boom. Total menace.”
His ears turned pink. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to look casual but failing completely. “They’re prescription…”
“And yet they’re also your disguise,” you smirked.
Around you, the buzz of conversation slowly picked back up. Everyone was still sneaking glances, but they were getting bored now that you weren’t making out on the table or confessing your love with a boombox overhead. One by one, people returned to their own lunches.
And that’s when he looked up at you—and really looked.
The second your audience was gone, the timid act melted off his face like it had never existed. His back straightened. His expression shifted, eyes sharpening just a little, mouth tugging into that familiar slow smirk that made your stomach flip.
“You like the glasses?” he asked, voice lower now, smooth and lazy.
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden switch.
He leaned forward on his elbows, gaze steady and annoyingly smug. “You think that’s what keeps me from bending you over this table right now?”
You nearly choked on your drink.
“There’s the menace,” you muttered, eyes narrowing as your pulse spiked.
Jake smiled like he’d just won something. “You came to my table, remember?”
“And now I’m questioning everything.”
He laughed under his breath, picking up a fry from his tray and tossing it into his mouth like he had all the time in the world.
“Too late,” he said, chewing. “You already made your choice. Better hope no one figures out what I look like without the glasses.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you threatening me?”
He grinned. “I’m warning you.”
And just like that, he went back to sipping his water, glasses slipping again, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. Back to harmless, quiet Jake.
But you knew better now.
So did he.
You were two seconds away from dragging Jake by the collar.
He sat stiffly next to you on the couch, surrounded by your friends, looking like someone who’d just been dropped into a completely foreign dimension. His hoodie was zipped all the way up to his neck, hands tucked into his sleeves, legs pressed together like he was trying to take up the least amount of space possible.
Your friends were trying. God bless them, they were.
“So, Jake,” Yuna said, passing him a slice of pizza. “What are you majoring in again?”
Jake blinked. “Um. Bio.”
Silence.
Soojin tried to jump in. “Cool! Are you doing like, pre-med or something?”
Jake stared at the pizza in his lap like it personally offended him. “No.”
You gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs. He flinched. “I, uh… I just like cells.”
More silence.
You shot him a look.
Jake gave a weak smile. “Cells are nice.”
You excused yourself to the kitchen before your soul could physically leave your body from secondhand embarrassment. Jake followed, like a lost puppy—but once the two of you were out of earshot, you whirled on him.
“Are you serious right now?”
Jake blinked innocently. “What?”
“You’re acting like a scared freshman at their first club meeting. Can you just…” You groaned, tugging him by the sleeve. “Be normal. Be you. The you that had me on my knees last weekend.”
Jake raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You want me to flirt with your friends?”
You narrowed your eyes. “I want you to act like you’re not a socially-anxious squirrel.”
He leaned against the counter with a little too much confidence now. “Babe, I already got what I wanted. I don’t need to charm your friends.”
You stepped closer, lowering your voice. “If you keep acting like a brick wall, I swear to god I’m not giving you head again.”
Jake blinked.
Then he straightened.
“You wouldn’t.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”
There was a moment of silence. He stared at you like you’d just ripped the moon from the sky and thrown it in his face.
And then—he sighed dramatically. “Fine.”
You watched him walk back into the living room, a defeated slump in his shoulders. But right before he sat down again, he glanced back at you and mouthed, rude.
You just smiled sweetly.
You watched him march right back into the living room like a man on a mission. No hoodie shielding his face, no sleeves hiding his hands—Jake dropped onto the couch next to Yuna like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t just been threatening to pretend he didn’t know the English language five minutes ago.
“So,” he said casually, draping one arm along the back of the couch. “Y/N tells me you guys stalked my Instagram.”
Your head snapped up.
Yuna blinked, caught. “W-What?”
Jake smirked. “Twelve followers and still managed to bag your friend. Pretty impressive, right?”
Your jaw dropped.
Soojin choked on her drink.
Yuna looked like she’d just short-circuited.
“I mean, I don’t post thirst traps or anything,” Jake continued, tone light but clearly enjoying himself. “Y/n says I should.”
You were frozen. You hadn’t even known he could talk in complete sentences around your friends, let alone roast them.
He glanced at you mid-sentence, lips twitching. “What? You said be normal.”
“This is not what I meant by normal,” you hissed under your breath.
Jake only smiled wider.
“I mean,” he said louder now, eyes gleaming, “Y/N didn’t really stand a chance. She was obsessed with me from the moment she saw me trip over a recycling bin.”
You stared at him, half-horrified, half-impressed. The duality of this man was actually insane.
“You’re the worst,” you muttered, but your voice was shaking with barely contained laughter.
He leaned back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other like he’d been doing this all his life. “I prefer ‘underrated.’”
Soojin blinked at you, stunned. “Is this the same Jake?”
“Sadly,” you deadpanned.
Jake stretched his arms overhead, smirking like he’d just won something. “Told you. Glasses on—loser. Glasses off?” He looked at you over the rim of his drink. “Problem.”
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.
Because he was right.
The conversation shifted, but Jake didn’t shrink back like he normally would. In fact, he leaned in. Tossed out a few sarcastic remarks, made a joke about the weird guy in your chem lecture, and even stole a fry off Yuna’s plate like he’d known her for years.
You sat there stunned, barely able to process the whiplash of it all.
At one point, Soojin gave you a look—eyebrows raised, lips parted like girl…—and you just blinked back, equally bewildered.
Jake caught the exchange, of course. He always did. He leaned over toward you, his voice dropping low, just for you to hear.
“Still mad at me?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You didn’t look at him. “You’re skating on very thin ice.”
He chuckled softly. “You threatening me again?”
You smirked, finally glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “I don’t threaten, Jake. I warn.”
That seemed to only encourage him. “You know I love when you talk like that.”
You elbowed him under the table, but he didn’t even flinch—just grinned like the menace he was.
Eventually, your friends began packing up their things, saying goodbye, and heading out one by one. Jake stayed close beside you, still riding the high of finally breaking his “awkward loner” act in public.
As the room cleared, he bumped your shoulder lightly. “So… did I do good?”
You stared at him. “You did too good.”
He raised a brow, amused. “Jealous?”
“No,” you scoffed, gathering your stuff. “More like terrified of the monster I just unleashed.”
Jake slung his bag over his shoulder, his grin never fading. “Told you. You’re the one who wanted me to be social. You made this happen.”
You paused at the doorway, giving him a long look. “You’re still not getting head tonight.”
He laughed, following close behind you. “Liar.”
God help you—he was right again.
Jake walked you back to your dorm with a bounce in his step, like he hadn’t just caused a minor social earthquake in your friend group. You kept glancing over at him, trying to find even a trace of the shy, fumbling version of him your friends had always known—but nope. Gone. Completely replaced by this smug, way-too-proud-of-himself creature strutting beside you like he’d just won an Oscar.
“You seriously said ‘bagged your friend,’” you muttered, shaking your head.
Jake shrugged, completely unapologetic. “I was being honest.”
“You’re impossible.”
He smirked, leaning closer so his shoulder bumped yours. “But you love me anyway.”
Your heart did a weird little skip, but you masked it with a scoff. “Mm, debatable.”
He laughed, but you could tell he noticed the way your ears flushed. Jake always noticed. Which made it all the more dangerous when he decided to push.
“You sure?” he said lowly, glancing at you sideways. “Because if I remember correctly, few nights ago you were practically begging—”
You slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish. “Don’t you dare say that sentence out loud.”
Jake’s laughter vibrated against your palm, and he licked it just to be annoying.
“Jake!”
“What?” he said, completely unbothered, mouth curling into that damn smile again. “I’m just saying, you seemed pretty in love with me when you were—”
“I swear to god, I won’t let you cum tonight.”
He grinned. “Still wouldn’t change what happened on my desk.”
You groaned, unlocking your door and stepping inside, not even bothering to push him out. He followed like he lived there, already dropping his bag on your floor and toeing off his shoes.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you muttered, tossing your jacket on the chair, “but I kinda miss socially awkward Jake.”
Jake leaned against your desk—the very one he had completely ruined you on—crossing his arms with a smug tilt of his head.
“I’ll bring him back next time we’re around your friends,” he said sweetly. “Wouldn’t want to scare anyone.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re the worst.”
He took a slow step toward you. “And yet…”
You backed up until the backs of your knees hit your bed. Jake caged you in without touching you, just that cocky little smirk inches from your mouth.
“…you keep letting me in.”
Your breath hitched.
You hated how right he was.
He didn’t even have to touch you—just standing there, close enough to fog up your brain, was enough to make your breath catch. That same smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips like he knew. (And he did. He always did.)
You crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”
Jake tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Didn’t say we were.”
“You were thinking it.”
He grinned. “Can’t a guy hang out with his girlfriend without being accused of crimes?”
You blinked. “Your what?”
Jake froze for half a second—just enough to catch it—then played it off with a shrug, looking entirely too casual. “You. My girlfriend.”
“Jake,” you said slowly, “we haven’t even been on a date yet.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, and?”
You stared at him.
He held your gaze, deadpan. “We’ve had sex on your desk.”
Your mouth opened, then shut again. He just kept going.
“I’ve had my tongue in you. Multiple times. You think a coffee date is gonna make it moreofficial?”
You smacked his shoulder, cheeks burning. “You’re insane.”
Jake smiled, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. “You’re stuck with me now. Might as well give me the title.”
You rolled your eyes, but your hands found the hem of his hoodie anyway, fingers curling there.
“This better not mean I have to start posting you on my story.”
“Oh no,” he teased. “Anything but that.”
You sighed. “Fine. One date. But you’re planning it.”
Jake smirked, already way too pleased with himself. “Good. I was gonna make you fall in love with me anyway.”
It became… a problem.
First it was your friends catching you two making out in the library stacks. Then it was the quad. Then the empty art building stairwell. At one point, Yuna dramatically threatened to carry a spray bottle in her bag just to spritz you both like misbehaving cats.
You tried to tone it down. Really. But Jake had this stupid, unfair ability to get under your skin with just one look. One whisper. One brush of his hand against your lower back when no one was watching.
And then there was the incident. The one no one dared to speak about—but everyone knew.
You’d followed Jake into the men’s washroom between lectures, heart pounding, brain nowhere near your upcoming lab. One minute you were teasing him red, leaking tip with minor kitty licks, the next—A very unfortunate and traumatized TA walked in at the exact wrong time.
To this day, you’re not sure who was more horrified: you, Jake, or the TA who immediately did a full 180 and walked straight back out without a word.
Jake couldn’t stop laughing. You couldn’t show your face in that building for a week.
Now every time you pass that hallway, he leans in with a whisper and a smug, “Wanna relive the glory days?”
You elbow him. Hard. But your ears still burn.
Because the worst part? You absolutely do.
You hadn’t even had a chance to settle into the cozy atmosphere of a movie night with Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo before everything went to hell.
It was supposed to be a simple night. You, Jake, and his friends, chilling on the couch, watching some random movie Sunghoon picked out after a few too many awkward silences. You’d been mentally preparing yourself for this, maybe even looking forward to getting to know his friends better. You’d heard so much about them, and Sunoo had been sending you memes for weeks now, always so sweet and teasing.
But instead of a normal movie night, you ended up on Jake’s lap with your lips pressed to his, unable to hold back as he slipped his hands beneath your hoodie. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, and you completely forgot about the stupid film Sunghoon had started. All that mattered was the heat building between you and Jake, the sound of his breath against your mouth, the way he was slowly getting bolder, moving his lips to your neck—
And then, the unmistakable sound of a throat clearing from across the room.
You froze, eyes widening, and pulled back from Jake just as Sunghoon and Sunoo exchanged awkward glances.
“Well,” Sunghoon said, adjusting his glasses with a little too much casualness, “This is… an interesting way to start a movie night.”
You sat up quickly, heart racing. “We—uh, we weren’t—”
Sunoo cut you off with a laugh that had a slightly knowing edge to it. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. But wow, didn’t think I’d be walking in on this so soon.”
You could feel your face heating up, but Jake, the menace, only smirked, his arm still casually draped around you. “I was just showing her how comfortable the couch is. Isn’t it nice, babe?”
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow at that, glancing between you two. “Comfortable, huh? Good to know.”
Sunoo chuckled. “I guess I’m glad we finally got a front-row seat to Jake’s ‘split personality.’” His voice dropped to an exaggerated whisper, adding, “Who knew the shy, awkward guy could get so… intense.”
You looked at Jake, whose eyes were practically glowing with mischief. You knew exactly what that meant.
“I told you guys,” Jake said, sliding his fingers through your hair, his voice low and smooth. “She’s got me wrapped around her finger. Not just with the whole ‘studious boyfriend’ act.”
Sunghoon chuckled and shook his head. “I’m just here for the popcorn, but whatever you guys are doing, you’re definitely ruining the vibe of the movie.”
You swore you could feel the heat radiating from your face, but Jake was entirely too smug, his hand never leaving your waist. “Movie’s overrated anyway,” he said with a wink. “Better company right here.”
The tension in the room was palpable, but somehow, you knew this was just the beginning. Jake wasn’t about to stop teasing you in front of his friends, and now they definitely knew what he was like when he wasn’t playing the quiet, shy guy.
It had been exactly one month since you and Jake made things official, and somewhere along the way, he had somehow charmed all your friends.
Yuna, especially.
What started off as teasing glances and snarky comments turned into him greeting her with “What’s up, my other girl?” in front of literally everyone—like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You’d laughed the first time. Sort of.
The second time, your smile was tight.
By the third, you didn’t even look at him. Just turned around, grabbed your bag, and left without a word. The silence that followed was deafening.
He texted. Called. Showed up at your dorm with snacks, guilty puppy-dog eyes, and one of your hoodies you’d accidentally left at his place.
You didn’t budge.
Not when he spammed you with voice memos or when he got Sunoo to send you dramatic apologies on his behalf. Not even when Yuna told you that Jake had asked herhow to fix it, which was ironic in the most painful way possible.
A week passed. You were starting to miss him—his touch, his stupid jokes, the way he looked at you like you hung stars in his sky—but you were petty, and prideful, and notabout to forgive him over something as dumb as a nickname that made your stomach twist.
But Jake knew you. And Jake never lost.
The night you finally gave in, he showed up to your dorm without a word, eyes dark, hands careful. He didn’t ask if he could stay. Just got down on his knees, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and showed you how sorry he was.
You didn’t even realize your fingers were tangled in his hair, hips shaking as he flicked your clit around with his tongue, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a sob.
By the time he looked up, lips swollen, pupils blown wide, your legs were trembling and you couldn’t remember what planet you were on.
“Still mad at me?” he asked, voice hoarse, a little smug, but mostly sincere.
You tried to speak, failed. All you could do was blink down at him.
He kissed the inside of your thigh. “Good. Because you’re my only girl.”
And yeah—he won. Again.
The next morning, Jake acted like nothing happened.
He was sprawled across your tiny dorm bed, hair a mess, hoodie half-off his shoulder, munching on the cereal you kept strictly for late-night study stress. Like he hadn’t just given you an out-of-body experience twelve hours ago.
You stood at the mirror brushing your hair, shooting him a look through the reflection. “You’re really just gonna sit there like you didn’t have me literally sobbing last night?”
Jake grinned around a spoonful of cereal. “I figured you forgave me when you couldn’t feel your legs after.”
You tossed a hair tie at him. He dodged, laughing.
“You’re lucky I didn’t call you a cab,” you said, turning back around.
“I am lucky,” he said, voice lower now, more serious, “but not just for that.”
You paused. Met his eyes.
Jake set the bowl aside and stood up, crossing the room to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, voice soft. “I’m sorry for the Yuna thing. I thought I was being funny. I didn’t realize it hurt you.”
You didn’t respond right away. He held you tighter.
“You know I only want you, right?”
You nodded, finally. “You’re still an idiot.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “But I’m your idiot.”
You rolled your eyes, but leaned into him anyway, the tension finally melting.
Later that day, Yuna raised an eyebrow as you walked into the café together, hand-in-hand with Jake.
“Back from the dead?” she teased.
Jake smirked. “Had to perform a little resurrection.”
You buried your face in your drink. Yuna just laughed.
“Oh god,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me it was head.”
Jake shot her a look. “Mind-blowing head.”
You choked.
“Please stop speaking,” you begged.
Jake just kissed your cheek and pulled you closer.
You really were doomed.
You’d completely forgotten your parents were in town until you got the text while Jake was still whispering absolute filth into your ear in the café line.
[Mom]: Just landed. So excited to see you, sweetie! Brunch tomorrow? Bring your boyfriend!
You choked on your iced americano so violently Jake had to pat your back.
“Everything okay?” he asked, smirking like he already knew it wasn’t.
You turned your phone around to show him the message.
He blinked. “Wait. Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Like—your parents tomorrow?”
“Yes, Jake. My parents. Brunch. You. Me. And them.”
He stared at you for a full three seconds, then grinned. “I’ve already got the button-up shirt in mind.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re way too calm about this.”
“I’m amazing with parents.”
“You’re amazing at pretending to be someone’s quiet, innocent boyfriend. That’s not the same.”
Jake leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. They’ll love me.”
“You’re gonna wear your glasses, right?”
“Obviously.”
“Act like you’ve never touched me.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll act like I don’t even know what a woman is.”
You snorted, already stressed. “This is going to be a disaster.”
Jake pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Nah. I’m gonna charm them. Just like I charmed you.”
You turned to give him a look. “You charmed me by blowing my back out in a library storage room, Jake.”
“Exactly,” he said, way too proud.
You groaned.
Tomorrow could not come fast—or end—soon enough.
The next morning, Jake showed up ten minutes early to your dorm, looking like he’d walked straight out of a K-drama.
Crisp white button-up, hair brushed neatly off his forehead, his glasses perfectly in place—he even brought your mom’s favorite pastries, like he’d been studying your family’s group chat for weeks.
“You look…” You blinked, slowly dragging your gaze down his outfit. “So well-behaved.”
Jake smirked, tucking the pastry box under one arm and reaching for your hand. “Don’t worry. I left the demon version of me in your sheets.”
You nearly tripped on the way out the door.
Your parents were already waiting at the little brunch spot downtown, and as soon as your mom saw you, she lit up—then caught sight of Jake behind you and blinked like she was seeing a puppy dressed in a tuxedo.
“This is Jake?” she asked, already halfway through hugging him. “You’re even cuter than she said!”
Jake laughed, soft and shy, adjusting his glasses. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s really nice to meet you.”
You sat stiffly across from them, fully prepared for the absolute chaos that was surely coming, but Jake? He played the role like he’d been training for it all his life.
He complimented your mom’s earrings. Asked your dad smart, boring questions about work. Even waited until you were done speaking before cutting into his food.
It was unsettling.
“Jake’s in my organic chem lecture,” you said at one point, trying to keep the conversation neutral.
“Oh, is he any good?” your dad asked.
Jake smiled bashfully. “She usually tutors me, actually. I’m a bit hopeless when it comes to chemistry.”
You almost choked on your orange juice.
Your mom beamed. “I love that. I always told her she’d be such a good teacher.”
Jake nodded sincerely, resting his hand on your knee under the table, subtle and grounding. “She’s been teaching me a lot.”
Your stomach flipped for a very different reason.
By the end of brunch, your mom was begging him to come over for dinner “next time we visit,” and your dad gave him a shoulder pat like he’d just been accepted into the family.
As soon as you were out of earshot, walking back toward campus, you smacked his arm. “You manipulative little bitch!”
Jake grinned, holding up the box of leftover pastries like a trophy. “They love me.”
“You were lying through your teeth!”
Jake shrugged. “It’s not lying if I really do think you’re amazing at teaching me things. Like patience. Self-control.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a menace.”
“And yet,” he said, stepping in close, voice low in your ear, “your mom just called me boyfriend material.”
You shoved him. “You are never seeing my parents again.”
“Sure, baby. You tell yourself that.”
And yeah, fine—he was boyfriend material. Just not the kind your parents had any idea about.
That night, you laid in bed scrolling through your messages while Jake sat cross-legged at the foot, shamelessly eating the last of the leftover pastries your mom had insisted he take.
Your phone buzzed again.
[Mom]: He’s adorable. Polite, smart, and that accent?? Keeper.
You rolled your eyes so hard your soul almost left your body.
Jake leaned over your shoulder. “What’d she say now?”
You turned the screen toward him. He read it, then bit into a croissant like he’d just won a championship.
“I am polite. And smart. And my voice is sexy, apparently.”
You deadpanned. “You’re a literal demon. With glasses.”
Jake leaned down and nuzzled against your neck with the fakest innocence he could muster. “You weren’t saying that when I was—”
You slapped a hand over his mouth. “No. My mom said ‘keeper.’ Don’t make me reevaluate.”
He laughed into your palm, biting it lightly before you yanked it back. He flopped onto the bed beside you, stretching out with a satisfied sigh like he’d just wrapped up a performance of a lifetime.
“I could get used to this,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. “Winning over your friends, seducing your parents…”
“Manipulating the entire population,” you muttered.
Jake turned his head, smirking. “But only for you.”
You tried not to melt. You really did. But then he pulled you down beside him, arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into the warm curve of his body.
“You know,” he whispered, voice dropping back into that cocky, devastating register, “your parents think I’m this sweet, respectful, glasses-wearing boyfriend who can’t even pass chem without your help.”
You blinked up at him, breath catching.
He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “And they’ll never know what their daughter sounds like when she’s underneath me, begging.”
You slapped his chest with a muffled laugh, face buried in his shirt. “You’re the worst.”
Jake just grinned against your temple.
“I’m yours.”
The next morning, Jake was already pulling on his hoodie, his bags—stuffed with random clothes, books, and a few things that had slowly found their way into your dorm—strewn across your floor.
You sat up in bed, the lingering warmth of his body beside you still making your heart flutter. It had become a regular thing now—Jake staying over, bringing more of his things each time, settling into a routine that felt strangely comfortable. It was a mixture of affection and chaos, and you loved every minute of it.
“You should’ve just left your stuff here last night,” you teased, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Could’ve saved us the trouble.”
Jake smirked, looking up from rummaging through his backpack. “Don’t want to seem too comfortable too soon, babe. You know, I’ve still got that mysterious ‘bad boy’ act to keep up.”
You rolled your eyes. “Uh-huh. Sure. That’s what you’re going for.”
He shot you a wink, tossing a hoodie at you. “Anyway, can’t let the world see the ‘good boy’ too much, can I?”
He was back to his cocky self, the guy who showed up to school acting like the confident, teasing Jake you had come to know, and honestly, you couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he flipped between his personas.
You both left the dorm and started the walk to campus, his hand in yours, the usual mix of comfortable silence and random teasing that filled your daily routines.
Just as you were about to walk up the steps to your building, Jake, always the graceful disaster, tripped on the stairs and sent his coffee flying across the sidewalk.
“Are you serious?” you asked, blinking in disbelief.
Jake stood there for a second, coffee splattered all over his hoodie and the ground beneath him, looking utterly stunned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You couldn’t stop laughing. “Every time. I swear to god, you’re like a walking disaster.”
Jake turned to you, the faintest blush coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck, trying to play it off. “I meant to do that. Just making sure everyone’s paying attention.”
“Yeah, you definitely got their attention, Jake,” you teased. “Don’t worry, I’m sure everyone saw your epic performance.”
He shot you a grin, wiping at his clothes like it would make a difference. “I’m not a loser. I’m just… trying to get a reaction.”
“And you definitely got one,” you snorted, taking his hand and leading him inside.
Even though he tried to play it off as cool, the truth was, you were starting to see a side of Jake that was a little more… normal than you first expected.
And as ridiculous as the whole thing was, there was something about it—the balance of confident teasing and hilarious clumsiness—that felt right.
At least, for you and him, it did.
You nudged him with your elbow. “You gonna be okay, or do I need to get you another one before you wither away in front of me?”
Jake groaned dramatically. “I needed that caffeine. My whole personality relies on it.”
You laughed as you pushed open the lecture hall doors. “Your personality is currently soaked into your hoodie.”
Unfortunately for Jake, your shared class had already started to fill up. A few people looked up as you both walked in—him with wet coffee splatter down his front, you trying not to laugh loud enough for the whole room to hear.
“Is that Jake Sim?” someone whispered behind you.
You heard a snort. “Why does he look like someone’s intern who just got fired?”
Jake sat down beside you with a huff, dropping his bag and whispering, “This is the most humbling morning of my life.”
You rached over, wiped a little splatter off his sleeve, and leaned close. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He blinked at you, caught off guard. “Wait. You think I’m cute even like this?”
You grinned. “I think you’re cute especially like this.”
Jake slumped in his chair, defeated but amused. “I’m literally a walking split personality. Demon boyfriend at night, clumsy nerd by morning. This isn’t sustainable.”
“You say that like I’m not completely obsessed with both versions.”
He paused, looking at you with that soft, wide-eyed gaze he got when you caught him off guard.
“Yeah?” he said, quieter this time.
You nodded, bumping your knee against his. “Yeah.”
Jake smiled down at his ruined coffee cup.
“Still not over the fact I tripped in front of like thirty people though,” he muttered, and you snorted so loud the row in front of you turned around.
At least now, everyone knew—Jake Sim might’ve been a quiet loser to the rest of the campus, but to you?
He was everything.
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