#jongseong x yn

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rich boys don't lose

top!park jongseong x btm!male reader smut

Y/n was still recovering from the blog post. Finals were closing in, and he could barely think. Then Jay started making out in the library like he owned the school—loud, shameless, acting like no one would dare call him out. So Y/n gathered what little courage he had left—and did.

a continuation of ''rich boys don't get dirty.''

warnings: dubcon, elitism, power dynamics, degrading, spit kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, no prep, drugs use, jay is bi, lowkey inspired by gossip girl

Y/n had nearly forgotten about the blog post—the grainy photo, the caption laced with venom, the slow, cold panic that followed. Not because it didn’t matter, but because something else—someone else—had taken up all the space in his mind.

Park Sunghoon.

The encounters started subtly. A shared glance across the quad. A brush of shoulders in narrow corridors. Then, more frequent. More precise. Always in places Y/n knew by heart—places he visited often, with enough routine to become predictable. And Sunghoon, for all his aloofness, was many things—but never careless.

The south wing reading room. The back alcove of the music building. The third-floor hallway that caught afternoon light just right, turning marble into gold. And—most haunting of all—the bathroom down the south hallway.

The same one.

The same stall.

Nothing ever happened when he showed up. Sunghoon never touched him. Never spoke. Sometimes he didn’t even look. But his presence filled the space like a ghost Y/n couldn’t outrun. He’d catch a glimpse of that posture—impossibly composed, sleeves rolled just so—and every nerve in his body would light up, remembering things he had no business remembering. Things he wasn’t sure he’d survive forgetting.

It wasn’t coincidence. It was calculated choreography. The kind that made avoidance impossible. Which might’ve bothered Y/n—if it didn’t already fascinate him.

Not that he was angry. He couldn’t even bring himself to regret what had happened. There was nothing to regret, not really. Just moments. Heat. Pressure. Teeth. The kind of memory that haunted in the quiet between tasks. And still, with everything on his plate, Sunghoon’s presence was more than just a distraction—it was a complication. One Y/n wasn’t ready to name. Not when his hands were already full with everything else.

St. Augustine’s moved on like it always did—unbothered, untouched. The uniforms stayed crisp, the secrets stayed buried, and Jake Sim remained effortlessly magnetic. He still moved through spaces like he’d designed them himself. Still touched Y/n when no one was looking. Or worse—when everyone was.

A palm resting on his knee beneath the dining hall table. Fingers trailing the inside of his wrist while they waited for class to begin. A casual brush of thigh-to-thigh in the chapel pews, held just long enough to mean something—and just short enough to deny it.

Jake never said anything about it. He didn’t need to. His attention was a performance, and he knew his lines well. But sometimes... sometimes he did more than perform. Sometimes, with just a glance or a tilt of the head, he’d make Sunghoon disappear.

Not in a dramatic way. Not like drama was ever their style. But there were moments—quiet, calculated ones—where Jake would slip beside Y/n and Sunghoon would vanish, almost as if by design. And whether that was intentional or not, Y/n couldn’t say. He didn’t dare ask.

It wasn’t that there was history between them—Jake and Sunghoon. Not that he knew of. But the air always shifted when they were near each other. Not hostile. Just… sharp. Like the static before a storm.

Jake wore charm like a second skin, polished and pristine. Every smile rehearsed. Every movement measured. Meanwhile, Sunghoon didn’t bother. His honesty was brutal, but clean. Cruel, but clear.

And Y/n? He was somewhere in the middle. Still playing both sides of a game he hadn’t agreed to join.

Y/n needed to slow down. Just breathe. Just think. But even that felt like a luxury these days.

The blog had gone quiet—not deleted, not forgotten, just… paused. Like it was holding its breath. And that silence only made things worse. Y/n didn’t know if he was a target waiting for the next blow, or if he’d simply been a pawn in someone else’s mess. Maybe he was nothing but filler content, background noise for a bigger scandal. The not-knowing gnawed at him. He hated being left in the dark. It made him feel smaller than he was.

Everyone else, meanwhile, seemed to shift gears. Slowly. Quietly. Study groups started filling faster. Even the loudest people spoke softer in the afternoons. There was an unspoken urgency hanging in the air—exams looming just ahead, like a storm everyone pretended not to see. Some students buried themselves in textbooks, hoping to impress absentee fathers or cold mothers. Others didn’t bother—they were legacy kids, already set to inherit companies or empires, tests be damned. And then there were the ones who wandered, looking just as lost as they felt.

Y/n wasn’t failing, but he wasn’t exactly trying either. He hovered comfortably in the middle—never top of the class, but never low enough to raise concern. He was sharp, capable, but too emotionally occupied to care about test scores. Studying felt like something people did when they didn’t have heavier things sitting on their chests.

Everyone had their method. Sunghoon was disciplined—quiet, focused, precise. He studied like he did everything else: with clean lines and zero room for error. Jake, on the other hand, studied people. He slipped between conversations like silk, hands always moving, eyes always scanning. He collected names and favors the way others collected grades, and somehow, it worked. Y/n didn’t mind either of them. He made conversation when necessary, nodded in the right places, offered his usual dry one-liners. He existed. And that was enough.

But there was one type of person Y/n couldn’t stand.

The entitled. The performative. The ones who acted like being born rich gave them the right to waste everyone’s time—and then dared to be proud of it.

Jay Park was that person.

In Y/n’s mind, if you wanted to live like a mess, go ahead. Get drunk. Smoke on rooftops. Hook up behind dorms. He didn’t care. But don’t do it during class. Don’t roll your eyes at professors who spent years building their reputations. Don’t lean back in your chair like the room owes you something. Don’t make a mockery of the opportunity so many others would kill for.

Jay did all of that, and more.

Just thinking about him was enough to make Y/n’s jaw clench.

It wasn’t just the eye-rolls in class, or the way he strutted into the room like time bent for him. It was the smirk he wore like it meant something. The lazy posture, the undone tie, the way his blazer always hung off one shoulder like he couldn’t be bothered to dress himself properly. He acted like he was too important to care. Like the world would adjust itself to him eventually.

But it wasn’t just Jay. Not really.

It was the name.

Jay Park, son of that Park—the one who ran an inherited Manhattan firm like it was his birthright. A firm that had been passed down like silverware, polished and untouchable. And of course, rival to Y/n’s father—who had built his empire from nothing. No legacy, no family favors. Just grit, late nights, and deals no one else was brave enough to touch.

Y/n had grown up hearing about the Parks. Hearing his father’s voice harden at the mention of them. “Inherited power is just arrogance with better tailoring.” And he knew—knew—Jay had been fed the same kind of poison from the other side. Their last names were oil and water. Their fathers saw to that.

So no, it wasn’t a coincidence that Y/n hated him.

It wasn’t personal. It was inevitable.

But God, did Jay make it easy. The way he looked at people—like they bored him. Like everything was beneath him. Like Y/n was just another nothing in a long list of things he couldn’t be bothered to care about.

And maybe that’s what made Y/n angriest of all.

Because if Jay was going to be his enemy, the least he could do was try.

But the breaking point came on a Thursday afternoon.

Y/n had only wanted a moment of silence. The second floor of the library was usually reliable—quiet, cold, steady. But when he turned the corner of the philosophy section, what he saw made his stomach twist.

Jay Park. Bent over a table like he owned it. One hand gripping someone’s thigh, the other resting beside a half-read book no one was actually reading. Their mouths were too close. Clothes disheveled. And worse—far worse—was what sat openly beside them: a small, clear bag catching the light through the window. White powder.

Nothing was hidden. Not the act. Not the drugs. Not the laugh in Jay’s throat as he leaned in, utterly unbothered by the quiet chaos of it all. A few tables away, students were hunched over notebooks, trying to survive exam season. Meanwhile, Jay was throwing away the rules like they never applied.

Maybe they didn’t. Maybe they never had.

But seeing him there, smiling like the universe owed him something—it made Y/n burn.

His fingers moved before he could think. Flash off. Angle sharp. One glance to make sure no one was watching. Click. One photo. Enough to tell a story.

And it was perfect.

Y/n stared at the screen for a second too long. The lighting was clean, natural. Jay’s face smug, high on himself and whatever else he’d taken. The bag was in frame. Clear. The composition almost felt intentional.

It reminded him of those once-a-year shots of lightning striking Christ the Redeemer. Clean. Rare. Timed down to the millisecond. The kind of photo that made headlines—respected for being both lucky and ruthless.

This was that. And he’d nailed it.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t confront anyone. Just walked out, let the image burn into the back of his mind, and didn’t stop until he was home.

It wasn’t until later, alone in his room, that the weight of the day fully landed. The photo still open on his phone. His chest still tight. His jaw locked.

The question wasn’t if he’d send it. It was to who.

For Y/n, finding the number didn’t take long. His father’s old planner sat at the bottom of the home office drawer. Leather-bound. Tidy. Sharp. Full of names that made other people flinch.

Y/n flipped through pages until he found the one he needed. He attached the photo. No message. No context. Just the image.

There were two ways this could go.

Either Jay’s father would ignore it, like his son ignored everything else. Or he’d finally see what everyone else refused to—and fix it.

Y/n set the phone down and stared out the window. The sky didn’t offer clarity. It never did.

But for the first time in weeks, he felt like he’d done something right.

Petty, maybe.

But right.

Y/n decided to take a shower.

Not the quick, functional kind—but the kind that felt like a reset. Steam curling up the walls, the kind of heat that scalded just enough to sting. He stood there longer than usual, letting the water hit the back of his neck like it could knock the weight off his spine. It didn’t. But it helped.

Dinner was already being prepared downstairs. The smell had drifted in while he toweled his hair. Something rich. Subtle. Their personal chef always did that—never asked what anyone wanted, just made what he knew would calm the house down. Tonight, it was roasted duck. Fresh vegetables. A sauce Y/n couldn’t name but finished entirely.

He ate alone in the dining room. Quiet. Slow. He didn’t even look at his phone. For a moment, the world was still—no Sunghoon, no Jake, no blog, no noise. He allowed himself to pretend it would stay that way.

Then his phone buzzed.

Just once. Soft. Dull.

He almost ignored it. But his curiosity always knew how to bite harder than his indifference.

It was a message.

Brief. Polite. Distant.

A thank-you for what he’d sent.

And an address.

He stared at it for a while, blinking slowly, jaw tightening as the meaning landed. It wasn’t just an address. It was that address.

The Park family firm.

Sleek, corporate, laced with generational arrogance. The kind of building that made people walk straighter when they passed it. It wasn’t just a place—it was a statement.

Y/n didn’t reply.

He tossed the phone onto the bed and sat on the edge, elbows on his knees, still tasting the glaze from dinner. He thought about what the message meant. What kind of father responds with an invitation after seeing that?

It was the closest thing to gratitude he’d ever get from someone like that.

Part of him was tempted to ignore it. Pretend he never saw it. Let Jay implode on his own timeline. But the idea of walking into that firm... of sitting across from a man who might actually be willing to hold his son accountable?

That curiosity itched.

And maybe—just maybe—it was the end of something. Or the start of something else entirely.

Still, he wasn’t going with hope. He wasn’t stupid.

He wasn’t expecting peace. Or grace. Or apologies wrapped in ribbon.

But he was expecting to see Jay’s face. The tightness in his jaw. The forced humility in his voice. Y/n wanted to hear the words that had been carefully typed in the message actually spoken. Wanted to see what someone like Jay looked like when cornered.

There was just one problem.

His father could never know.

Setting foot in the Park firm would be a betrayal of the highest order. A sin. His father would rather hear that Y/n had committed a federal crime than hear he’d voluntarily walked into that building. Pride, in this house, ran deeper than blood. And the Park name? That was a red line.

But some sins were worth it.

Some betrayals were too satisfying to resist.

And if it meant watching Jay Park squirm in a chair that was never built for shame? Then Y/n would gladly commit it. Y/n put on something presentable. Neat. Sharp.

He didn’t overthink it—but there was something deliberate in the way he carried himself afterward. Like he was getting ready for something final. The weight of the moment hung on his shoulders, but it didn’t feel heavy. If anything, it felt earned.

By the time he looked in the mirror, a smile had already settled on his face.

Not polite. Not rehearsed.

Wide. Satisfied. Victorious.

Like he had already won, and all that was left was to enjoy the aftermath.

As the elevator carried him down, the silence around him only made it better. He leaned back against the wall, alone with the sound of his own quiet laughter. It bubbled up without warning—light, free, almost absurd. Gratitude, maybe. Or just the thrill of knowing something was finally tipping in his favor.

The city greeted him with its usual noise.

Manhattan didn’t pause for anyone. But tonight, it felt like it was humming just for him.

He stepped out of the building, flagged the first cab he saw, and got in without hesitation.

Gave the address.

Sat back.

Smiling.

He was going. And for the first time in a long time, he felt good about it.

After some minutes, Y/n stepped out of the cab, paid the fare, and left a generous tip. Nothing could ruin this night—not even the fact that he was willingly stepping into that miserable excuse of a firm. He walked through the glass doors like the floor wasn’t even worth touching his shoes. Every step was soaked in disdain. He wanted to yell, right there in the lobby, that they’d all be jobless soon enough—once the firm came crashing down under the weight of the owner's immature son who couldn’t even subtract properly. But he didn’t. Just thinking it was enough.

Life felt too perfect to waste time gloating. He gave his name to the receptionist with a politeness that barely masked his satisfaction. She looked up, nodded once, and motioned toward the elevator. He was cleared to go up.

Of course the office was on the top floor.

Y/n kept the smile on his face the entire way. That smug, unshakable smile that had been sitting comfortably on his lips since dinner. It hadn’t moved. He didn’t expect it to.

Outside the door, he paused. Took a deep breath. Let the calm settle again. Then, he pushed it open.

The office was minimalist. Sleek. Dimly lit by the city bleeding through the tall windows. The chair behind the desk was turned away—facing the skyline. A little dramatic, but whatever. Y/n didn’t think twice.

“Good night, Mr. Park,” he said, still carrying that thread of pride in his voice as he stepped further into the room.

The chair turned.

And Y/n’s stomach dropped.

Jay.

The smile disappeared from his face like a line of coke near Jay—gone before you even realized it was there.

Fuck.

Jay stood up slowly, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. His grin was all teeth and poison.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, voice sugary, mocking.

Then he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a cracked iPhone 6, and tossed it onto the floor between them. The impact echoed.

“God, Y/n… you’re so fucking dumb,” Jay laughed, shaking his head. “Seriously. Full-on airhead.”

He took a step closer, voice rising with amusement. “You sent it to my dad’s old number. You really thought he was gonna care?”

Another laugh. Cruel this time.

“Do you honestly believe he gives a shit if I’m eating pussy instead of a cafeteria sandwich? You think he gives a single fuck what I do? Come on.”

Y/n didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stood there, realization crawling over his skin like frostbite.

And Jay?

Jay looked like he was enjoying every goddamn second of it.

Y/n didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

He just stared, jaw tight, the inside of his cheek aching from how hard he was biting down. His hands curled slowly into fists at his sides—not to swing, but to stay still. To stay collected. Jay wanted a reaction. He could feel it in the smugness laced through every word, every slow step closer.

Y/n wasn’t going to give it to him. Not that easily.

Jay tilted his head, watching him. Studying. Like Y/n was some strange, fragile thing on display—seconds away from cracking.

“You’re quiet now,” he murmured. “Where’s that smug little smile from earlier, huh? The one you wore in the elevator like you were walking into some kind of coronation.” He tilted his head, grin spreading slowly. ”You really thought I wasn’t watching? I saw you the second you stepped out of the elevator. Security cameras, Idiot. You walked in like you owned the place."

Y/n exhaled slowly, trying to keep the heat in his chest from spilling into his face. “You’re a piece of shit,” he said, voice low, controlled.

Jay’s lips curved, just slightly. “And yet… here you are.”

He took another step, slow and easy, the way someone does when they know you won’t stop them.

Y/n’s breath hitched—not because he was afraid. But because the space between them had thinned to something dangerous. Something charged. Something stupid.

“Tell me,” Jay said, voice dipping lower, “what exactly were you hoping to see tonight? Hm? My dad? A lecture? Maybe even some forced apology while I stood in the corner like a scolded prince?”

Y/n didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Jay was already closing the distance.

His tone dropped again—just enough to hum against Y/n’s skin. “Or maybe… you wanted to see me ruined. Humbled. Humiliated. Is that it?”

Y/n met his eyes, unblinking. “You deserve worse.”

Jay smiled again, but this one was different. Slower. Hungrier. “Yeah? And yet, I’m the one who has you standing here… red-faced… breath all shaky. Tell me, Y/n—are you mad?”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, but his body betrayed him. That flicker of heat. That sharp, gut-punch pulse that came with proximity and resentment and something else he didn’t want to name.

Jay stepped even closer, close enough that Y/n could smell his cologne—something clean, expensive, and utterly infuriating.

“You wanna hate me so bad,” he whispered, leaning just slightly forward. “But you’re still here.”

Y/n opened his mouth—to say something, to insult him, to regain control—but the words never came.

Because in one sudden, precise motion—Jay spat in his face.

The air snapped between them.

Y/n flinched, barely—but it was enough.

The spit clung to his cheek, warm and humiliating. His breath caught. Every muscle in his body went still, buzzing with shock and fury and something far, far more dangerous underneath.

Jay didn’t flinch. Didn’t move back. Just tilted his head, gaze fixed on Y/n’s face like he was watching art unfold.

Then, calmly—almost softly, he asked:

“Does that turn you on?”

Y/n’s chest heaved with the inhale he tried to bury. His jaw clenched tighter, lips twitching with a dozen unsaid things.

He wanted to hit him. 

He wanted to walk out. 

He wanted to fucking stay.

Jay smirked.

“Bet it does.”

Y/n’s fists stayed clenched at his sides, but his body was doing something he couldn’t control—something traitorous.

He felt it too late. That slow, aching heat settling low in his stomach, crawling under his skin and down. It was the humiliation, the power play, the way Jay’s voice wrapped around his neck like a ribbon pulled tight. His mind screamed at him to move, to react, to do something—but his body had already responded.

Jay noticed. Of course he did.

His gaze dropped, deliberately slow. Lingering. And when his eyes found what he was looking for, his smile stretched wider—lazy and victorious. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip, not even pretending to hide the thrill of it.

“Well, well,” Jay murmured, tone syrupy with mock affection. “Looks like you really are enjoying yourself.”

Y/n said nothing, but the flush in his cheeks deepened, throat burning as he tried to shift—subtle, defensive—but it was too late. The outline in his pants was obvious now. Clear. And Jay had already seen it.

“God,” Jay breathed, almost laughing. “Is that why you sent the picture?”

He stepped forward again, toe to toe now, voice dropping into a low, dangerous hum. “Was it jealousy?”

Y/n’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

“You saw me with her,” Jay continued, dragging out each word like it tasted sweet on his tongue. “Bent over the table. My mouth on her neck. My hands under her skirt. And what—suddenly you wanted to be the one moaning for me in the middle of the library?”

Y/n flinched, but he didn’t move away.

Jay leaned in, his breath ghosting over Y/n’s ear. “Did you imagine it was you?”

And then—his hand moved.

Smooth. Confident. Jay slid his palm over Y/n’s bulge, cupping him through the fabric with slow, deliberate pressure. His fingers curved slightly, like he was testing weight, testing control. Y/n’s entire body jolted—shoulders stiff, breath caught.

The contact was hot. Wrong. And it made Y/n burn.

Jay pulled back just enough to meet his eyes again—dark, gleaming, cruel. “Did you jerk off to the photo before you sent it?”

Y/n still didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His hands twitched at his sides. His chest rose sharply, but the heat in his pants pulsed harder beneath Jay’s grip—shameful and alive.

Jay smiled wider. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s what I thought.”

Jay’s hand didn’t move at first—still pressed firm against Y/n’s cock, like he was weighing it, owning it. Then his gaze dragged down, slow and hot, eyes burning a path over Y/n’s body.

“You know,” he muttered, voice low and thick, “for someone who pretends to be so fucking composed… you’ve got the filthiest body I’ve ever seen.”

Y/n flinched, breath catching in his throat.

Jay smiled. “Bet you don’t even know what you look like right now. All flushed and hard, like you’re seconds from begging. Like you want me to bend you over this desk and ruin you.”

His voice dropped further, curling dark around the edges. “Would you cry if I fucked you here, hm? Would that pretty little mouth still talk back if I had you moaning into the wood?”

Y/n’s fists clenched tighter—but he couldn’t deny the pulse between his legs. He hated how right Jay was. How everything in his body screamed to move, to fight, to stay.

Jay’s hand moved suddenly—down, lower, grabbing Y/n’s ass with both hands, squeezing hard. Fingers digging in like he owned it, thumbs pressing deep into muscle.

“Fuck,” he breathed, half to himself. “This ass? No wonder you walk around like a tease. You’ve probably got no idea how fuckable you are.”

Y/n gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. It wasn’t a moan, not really—but it wasn’t denial either.

Jay leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You wanna be mad at me so bad, but your body keeps fucking whining for it.”

That was it. Y/n shoved him. Hard.

Jay stumbled back a step, laughing—low and breathless, eyes shining like he’d just won a game no one else knew they were playing.

Y/n’s chest lifted and fell, fists shaking, skin burning where Jay had touched him. His cock strained hard against his pants, leaking, aching.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” he snapped—finally, voice rough, cracked open.

Jay grinned. “Oh, now you’ve got a voice?”

He licked his lips, eyes dark and hungry. “Good. You’re gonna need it when I make you scream.”

Jay moved with the cold confidence of someone who already owned Y/n —each step slow, deliberate, like he was circling something he'd already caught.

Y/n barely had time to react before Jay’s hands were on him again, gripping the front of his shirt and slamming him back against the office wall. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, his head thudding against the sleek surface. Jay’s body pressed flush against his, all hard muscle and searing heat, pinning him in place.

“You don’t get to push me away,” Jay growled, voice rough with something feral. “Not after this.”

His knee slid between Y/n’s thighs, forcing them apart, and Y/n’s breath hitched as the pressure sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He bit down on his lip, refusing to give Jay the satisfaction of hearing him break.

But Jay wasn’t having it.

One hand fisted in Y/n’s hair, yanking his head back, exposing his throat. Jay’s mouth crashed against his skin—not a kiss, not even close. Teeth scraped over his pulse point before biting down, hard enough to bruise. Y/n gasped, hips jerking forward, his body betraying him all over again.

“Fuck—!”

Jay pulled back just enough to smirk at him, lips glistening. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Let me hear how much you hate it.”

His free hand slid down Y/n’s chest, fingers skimming over the outline of his cock through his pants, teasing. Y/n’s breath came in sharp bursts, his body trembling with the effort to stay still, to not fucking grind into Jay’s touch like some desperate slut.

But Jay knew. Of course he did.

“You’re so fucking pathetic,” Jay breathed against his ear, fingers finally undoing Y/n’s belt with practiced ease. “Sending that picture like you had some kind of power over me. Like you could ruin me.”

His hand slipped past fabric, wrapping around Y/n’s cock in one smooth motion.

Y/n choked on a moan, his hips bucking forward on instinct.

Jay’s grip tightened, thumb swiping over the leaking tip, spreading the wetness in slow, torturous circles. “Look at you,” he taunted. “Already dripping this much. You really thought you could hide how desperate you are?”

Y/n’s nails dug into his own palms, his entire body coiled tight, torn between shoving Jay off and begging for more.

Then his hand moved—fast, ruthless—stroking Y/n with a punishing grip, twisting just right on the upstroke, thumb pressing into the slit with every pass.

Y/n’s knees nearly gave out. A broken sound tore from his throat, his head falling back against the wall.

Jay watched him unravel with a smirk, his own breathing ragged, his own need obvious in the way his hips pressed forward, grinding against Y/n’s thigh. “That’s it,” Jay murmured, voice rough. “Dripping for someone you swore you’d never touch.”

Y/n’s vision blurred. His body burned. And then—Jay stopped. Just like that. His hand withdrew, leaving him throbbing, desperate, cock twitching in the cold air. His eyes flew open, meeting Jay’s darkened gaze. Jay licked his lips, slow, deliberate. “Beg,” he said. His chest heaved. The smirk turned vicious. “Or do I have to make you?”

Y/n swallowed hard, pride warring with the fire in his veins. In one brutal motion, Jay spun him around, shoving him face-first against the wall. A hand pressed between his shoulder blades, keeping him pinned as the other yanked his pants down just enough. His breath came in ragged bursts. Jay leaned in, lips grazing his ear.

“This,” he murmured, voice dripping with venom, “is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Then he spat into his palm.

Y/n barely had time to process before Jay’s fingers pressed against him—dry, rough, unforgiving. He tensed, a sharp gasp escaping him. Jay laughed, low and dark. “Too late to back out now.”

And then—

He pushed in.

Y/n’s entire body jerked, his fingers scrambling against the wall. It burned, it ached, it fucking tore—and yet, his cock throbbed, leaking against the cold glass behind him.

Jay didn’t give him time to adjust. His fingers curled, scissoring, stretching, relentless.

“Fuck—Jay—!”

Jay’s breath was hot against his neck. “Say it again.”

Y/n’s nails dug into the wall.

Jay’s free hand gripped his hip, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. “Say my fucking name.”

Y/n’s body shook.

Jay added a third finger.

A ragged moan ripped from Y/n’s throat.

Jay’s teeth grazed his shoulder. “Good boy.”

Then his fingers were gone. Y/n barely had time to breathe before Jay’s cock pressed against him—hot, heavy, relentless. Jay didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He shoved in—hard. Y/n’s mind blanked, vision flickering with stars. A broken cry tore from his lips as Jay buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Jay groaned above him, his grip tightening on Y/n’s hips. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Tighter than I fucking thought.”

Y/n panted, his body stretched to the limit, every nerve alight with pain and pleasure and something dangerously close to need.

Jay didn’t give him mercy

He pulled back—only to slam in again.

And again.

And again.

Each thrust was punishing, each snap of his hips driving Y/n further into the wall, further into the haze of pleasure-pain.

“This—” Jay growled, fingers digging into Y/n’s skin, “—is what you get.”

Another thrust, harder.

“You don’t—”

Another.

“Fuck with me—”

Another.

“And walk away.”

Y/n’s body burned. His cock ached, untouched, leaking against the glass. Every drag of Jay inside him sent sparks up his spine, his toes curling, his breath coming in ragged, punched-out gasps. Jay’s pace was relentless, his grip bruising, his breath hot against Y/n’s neck. “You feel that?” he panted, voice wrecked. “That’s what you fucking did to me.” Y/n couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All he could do was take it.

Jay’s hand slid around his waist, fingers wrapping around Y/n’s cock at last.

Y/n sobbed.

Jay stroked him in time with his thrusts, rough, perfect, maddening.

“Come for me,” Jay demanded, voice raw. “Come on my cock like the fucking slut you are.”

Y/n’s body obeyed with no denial.

His orgasm ripped through him like a live wire, his back arching, his vision going white as he spilled over Jay’s fingers with a broken cry.

Jay fucked him through it, his thrusts turning heavier and rougher., his grip bruising.

Then—with a low groan—he buried himself deep and came, his hips stuttering against Y/n’s ass.

For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Then Jay pulled out.

Y/n’s legs gave out. He barely caught himself against the wall, his body trembling, his mind hazy.

Jay stepped back, adjusting his clothes with a smirk.

“Now we’re even.”

And with that, he turned and walked out—leaving Y/n wrecked, used, and utterly fucking ruined.

note: hey everyone! just sliding in here at the end to check on you — did we survive this chapter? barely? love that for us hehe. thank you so much for all the love, seriously. i wasn’t expecting any of it when i first started posting, and now here we are at the second-to-last chapter… kinda wild. you’ve made writing this such a fun ride, and i’m really excited (and a bit nervous) for you to see how it all ends. finale soon — rest up, hydrate, and maybe emotionally prepare a little. see you there :)

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CALL ME YOURS !! (LHS - 이희승)

SYNOPSIS: ever since you broke up with your ex, choi jiho, who cheated on you with another girl, you have always wanted to get revenge. when you meet jiho again at school, to prove you were over him and had met a better man, you told him you were meeting someone. you lied and told him you were meeting a random guy who you pointed at on your school's bulletin board for being the top student in the whole school. coincidentally, that guy was lee heeseung, known for his quiet and smart personality. then jiho demands to meet him in real life, hand-in-hand with you, which now you have a huge problem. first, you have to find heeseung, and next, you have to date him.

pairing: topstudent!heeseung x popularstudentfem!reader

genre: fake dating, s2l, romance, high school au, sunshine x cold

warning(s): reader + heeseung being in denial, your ex cheated, kissing, inspired by a k-drama (i forgot which one), two of them being awfully awkward at first, swearing, grammar errors, party, lots of love confusions, does say that winter is dating beomgyu, punching, fighting

word count: 7k

AN: guys im back with a long au, i never really write long aus, so this is slightly new to me. i did proofread it but not super thoroughly so if i made any mistakes, my bad for that .

taglist: @yenqa @mylstserenade @jlheon @naespas @jooniesbears-blog @erehkinnie30 @wonifullove @miumiuisme @shawnyle @dimplewonie @beomluvrr @jiaant11 @teddywonss

ALL YOU WANTED WAS REVENGE. Sweet revenge against your idiotic ex, Choi Jiho.You remember the moment you walked into the girls locker room to go deliver something to your PE coach, only to find the room “empty”. It hit you like a ton of bricks when you stumbled upon Jiho, locking lips with your “supposed” best friend, Kim Haeun, in the girl’s locker room Lip on lip, eyes closed, moving in sync. Heart shattered, tears streaming, you bolted, tripping over a basket of equipment and scraping your knees quickly catching attention of Jiho. His voice trailed after you, calling your name as you fled into the distance.

Losing both your best friend and your boyfriend cut deep. Being single was one thing, but being unable to find anyone who measured up to Jiho was another.

"YN, your standards for men are too high!" Karina remarked from the bleachers during PE.

You shrugged. "They've always been high." For the past 4 months, no one was your type compared to Jiho, the perfect boyfriend in your eyes: tall, handsome, a football player, rich, and occasionally nice.

"It's because of that disgusting asshole," Ningning scoffed.

"He isn't disgusting!" you retorted.

"YN, you need to get over him. This is just becoming toxic, plus you dumped him in front of the whole school ," Giselle chimed in. She was right. You vividly recalled the moment, twenty minutes before the bell, eyes swollen from crying all night but disguised behind makeup, replaying yesterday's scene you witnessed in your mind.

"YN!" Jiho's voice snapped you back to reality, his figure rushing towards you.

"Can we talk?" he asked, breathless.

"Talk about how you fucking cheated on me? Fine, I'll hear you out," you yelled, drawing everyone's attention.

"Can you keep it down, YN?" Jiho snapped.

"Sure I’ll quiet it down when I want to. Go to your girlfriend, Haeun. Why does she have to be my best friend, out of all people?" you glared.

"YN, let's talk inside," Jiho groaned, irritated.

"No, we're done. I never wanted you anyway, you asshole. Just fuck off," you spat, the words stinging even as they left your mouth The next thing you knew the scene spreaded like wildfire at school.

"Are you okay?" Minjeong asked as you sobbed at the lunch table.

"Listen, YN, Jiho wasn't worth it. You saw what you saw," Karina tried to console.

"I don't know... it's just over now," you murmured, head in your hands.

"Maybe it's a sign to find someone better," Ningning suggested.

"I don't know..." you whispered, feeling lost, unable to move on.

“I’m for sure there’s someone way better than him.” Giselle added (biggest lie you ever heard).

MONTHS PASSED AND YOU FOUND YOURSELF IN THE LIBRARY, lending a hand to the librarian in organizing books before school started. As you went about your duties, dropping off books and preparing to fetch more, the one and only, Jiho, stood by the school bulletin board waiting for you. It had been months since the breakup, and yet, the wound was still fresh, a constant reminder of the pain (really yn..)

"I wanted to say a word," Jiho awkwardly mumbled, eyeing you for a reaction, his hands in his pockets.

You reluctantly agreed, "Fine, make it quick. I'm busy."

"I broke up with Haeun," he stated, the words hanging in the air.

"What?" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

"I ended things with Kim Haeun," he said more firmly. His words sank in, but confusion lingered. But why was he telling you this now? Then it hit you—he wanted you back. Yet, on a day when you missed him, you suddenly felt nothing. He had left you for another girl (well, technically, you dumped him), betrayed you, and now he came back because you were his second choice?

"Why are you telling me this?" You managed to maintain calm.

"I still like you, YN LN," he confessed, causing your eyes to widen. You bit your lip, before you could accept his confession like your 5 minute ago self would. Your heart didn’t thump like it did when you were around him. Your hands weren’t sweaty like they were when he looked at you before. Your mind wasn’t racing like it was when Jiho confessed to you for the first time, months ago. It was nothing like any of that–you just felt empty and cold.

"I'm seeing someone," you blurted out, realizing the lie you had just said. Crossing your fingers, you hoped he wouldn't ask about the identity of your "so-said boyfriend"

"Who?" he inquired, raising his eyebrow. Desperately searching for an excuse, your eyes landed on the bulletin board, displaying a list of top students and their ID photos.

Rushing over, you pointed at the first photo and name you saw, "That guy," you said, reading his name, "...Lee Heeseung! I'm dating him."

"Oh, really?" Jiho cast a skeptical glance between you and the photo, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then," he leaned in closer, "how about you introduce me to him, hand-in-hand, next week? I want to see if he's worthy of you." Panic rushed in you, and your throat went dry. You forced a smile and nodded in reluctant agreement.

"Sure," you replied.

"Great, see you next week," Jiho said, turning and walking away. You were officially doomed. Now, you have to find this Lee Heeseung and give him a deal.

YOU WANDERED DURING LUNCH, TRYING TO FIND HEESEUNG. You only heard about him because he got a perfect score on the hardest SAT exams, but you didn't really pay attention.

"Heeseung? Sorry, I don’t know who he is," a girl replied when you asked her about Heeseung.

"It's okay," you smiled politely and left, feeling frustrated.

"I'll never find him," you groaned to Karina, who was with you while you asked everyone about Heeseung.

"Why did you lie to Jiho then? I thought you weren’t over him. Last night, you were giggling at how cute Jiho is and how much you want him back," Karina asked, taking a bite of her apple.

"I don’t know. He was just using me. I knew it because he and Haeun broke up," you explained, letting out a soft sigh. "He saw me as a second option, and I got into this mess because I lied to him about having a boyfriend who's probably some ugly nerd."

"I told you he was using you the entire time! But you didn’t trust me!" Karina scolded you.

"Sorry, I was just blind back then," you mumbled.

Before your last attempt, you walked up to a boy and asked the same question you’d been asking everyone.

"Do you know Lee Heeseung by any chance?" you asked. The boy's eyes widened, and a big grin spread across his face.

"Yes, I do! For what reason?" the boy quickly replied. For the first time, someone knew who he was.

"Do you know where he is then?" you inquired, hoping he could help.

"I do. I’m close friends with him. Come, I’ll show you where he is," the boy replied as you followed him, waving to Karina goodbye.

As the two of you awkwardly made up the long staircase, you arrived at the rooftop of the school. When the boy opened the door, a lonely figure sat by the table, reading a book.

"Heeseung!" the boy called out, causing the figure, supposedly Heeseung, to turn around.

"What, Jungwon?" Heeseung raised his eyebrow, quickly glancing at you and then back at Jungwon.

"YN was looking for you," Jungwon quickly said, nudging you to speak. Heeseung obviously knew who you were, known for dating Jiho and your soft-delicate visuals.

You walked towards him awkwardly, “Uhm…can we talk privately?” Slightly glancing at Jungwon, signaling him to leave quietly. As Jungwon left quietly, you cleared your throat.

“So…” you started off a bit nervous, “I need some help?”

"What help?" Heeseung answered a bit coldly, “If it’s anything studying related, I’m not interested-”

"I need help dating," you blurted, realizing what you had just said.

"What?" Heeseung gave you a puzzled look, "Dating what?"

"I lied to Jiho. Okay, I don’t have interest in you or even Jiho. I lied to him saying that I’m meeting you," you spilled the news. Heeseung had an empty look on his face as you tried to read his expression.

“Why me?” Heeseung arched his eyebrow.

“You were the first name I saw,” you explained, “So can you fake date me? I need it, please,” you pleaded, hoping he would accept your request.

"No, I’m not interested," he turned around, quickly getting his book to start reading again. Your jaw dropped, no one had ever rejected you like that.

"What?" you spat, feeling terrible that you got rejected for the first time.

"I’m not interested in you or in dating. So, I strongly believe that I shouldn’t do it," he said, quickly focusing his attention on his book.

“I’ll do anything!” you begged, feeling desperate.

"Anything?" Heeseung quickly averted his attention to you, dropping his book slightly to make eye contact with you.

"Yes, anything. I’ll do anything," you replied, hoping he would accept it.

"Then introduce me to her," Heeseung answered. You looked confused.

"Who's her?" you raised your eyebrow.

Heeseung’s cheek slightly blushed, it was the first time you saw him so embarrassed. “Karina,” he mumbled under his breath. Suddenly it clicked—he was interested in Karina, your best friend.

You gave an eager look, “Deal! I’ll introduce you to her after all of the fake dating.” You pulled out your hand.

"Deal," Heeseung replied, shaking your hand.

A  FEW DAYS LATER, YOU FIND YOURSELF in the convenience store, an unexpected place for someone like you—a popular girl to be at. Your outfit was simpler than usual, baggy gray sweats and a white tank top, with your hair thrown up in a messy high ponytail and an oversized jacket completing the look.

You scan the snack aisle, contemplating your choices, when the doorbell chimes, signaling a customer had entered. Your heart thumps as you recognize the last person you expected to encounter—Heeseung. He's dressed in simple gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his messy hair somehow adding to his charm.

Your eyes lock momentarily before you both awkwardly shuffle towards each other. "What brings you here?" you ask, surprised to find him in a convenience store at 2 am.

"Why are you up so late?" he counters, swiftly turning the interrogation on you.

"I couldn't sleep. What's your excuse?" you reply.

"Studying," he responds matter-of-factly, grabbing an energy drink before swiftly checking out and leaving. You hurry after him, catching up as he strides down the street.

"Studying late? That's a first," you mutter to yourself, gazing up at the night sky.

"I don’t want to flunk my classes, unlike you," he retorts, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm not that hopeless," you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, you are," he quips, taking a sip of his drink.

"Hey!" you playfully threaten, pulling back your arm as if to hit him. But then something unexpected happens—you catch sight of Heeseung's smile, genuine and endearing. You quickly shake off any wayward thoughts; after all, you're just his so-called “girlfriend”.

"Where do you live?" you inquire, trying to change the subject.

"Stalker much?" Heeseung teases.

"Shut up," you retort, rolling your eyes.

"I live in the house near the college," he answers, disposing of his empty can.

"Do you walk to school?" you ask, trying to prolong the conversation.

"Yeah," he replies.

"Then... do you want to walk together tomorrow?" you suggest, stopping in the quiet and empty streets.

"Walk together?" he repeats, surprised.

You nod and quickly add, "Yeah, you know, for you know..."

Heeseung considers for a moment before agreeing, "Sure."

"Great! I'll come by your place at 7 am since school starts at 7:30!" you smile, remembering to ask for his number. He inserts it into your phone, adding, "Don't blow up my phone."

"I'm not that obsessed with you," you retort.

"I think you are," he jokes.

"In your dreams," you shoot back.

YOU FOUND YOURSELF STANDING OUTSIDE Heeseung's door, feeling an awkward knot tighten in your stomach as you waited, fingers fidgeting nervously. After what seemed like hours, the door swung open to reveal a woman, likely Heeseung's mother.

"Hi, who are you?" she inquired, her eyes curious but welcoming.

"I'm YN LN," you replied, managing a warm smile despite your nerves. "A friend of Heeseung's."

"Heeseung's friend?" Her expression softened into a delighted grin. "I didn't realize Heeseung had such a pretty friend. I'm Heeseung's mother. Just call me Mrs. Lee."

"Mom..." Heeseung's voice interrupted, his presence suddenly beside you as he quickly shuffled to put on his shoes.

"Heeseung, she seems like a sweet and pretty girl," Mrs. Lee remarked before Heeseung darted, closing the door behind him before his mother could say anything else.

"Your mother seems really nice," you commented, attempting to ease the tension.

"Mhm," Heeseung mumbled, his attention already diverted to his book that he quickly pulled out from his backpack. 

With a pointed look, you reached out your hand, silently urging him to remember.

Heeseung sighed, rolling his eyes in mild exasperation, but he relented, tucking the book away and clasping your hand in his. The touch sent a jolt through you, a feeling you couldn't quite grasp.

"So..." you began, eager to break the silence. "Where's your class?"

"Class 3-B," he replied shortly, his gaze fixed ahead as if unwilling to meet your eyes.

"Mine's right next door." you exclaimed, hoping to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation. "Perfect! Do you know what this means?"

"What?" Heeseung's response was clipped, his tone guarded.

"That I can come over to your class during lunch!" you declared with a wide grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"I eat on the rooftop, alone." he added, emphasizing the word alone.

"Ah, I forget you’re a loner," you teased gently.

"At least I'm productive with my free time," he retorted.

"Well, today we're together!" you suggested brightly and then with a smirk you whispered, "And I can introduce you to... Karina." The mention of your best friend's name made Heeseung blush slightly.

"Shut up," he groaned, moving to cover your mouth with his free hand just in case you would say anything else.

"Like I want to-" feeling a sudden hard squeeze in your hand "Ow..."

"Now shut up before I squeeze harder," Heeseung warned, though there was a hint of genuine threat in his tone.

"You're no fun," you muttered. Eventually, you arrived at the school, fingers still intertwined as you drew curious whispers from the hallway.

"YN and Heeseung, dating? No way..." you heard a girl whisper by the lockers, causing a flush of embarrassment to color your cheeks. When you reached Heeseung's classroom, you reluctantly released his hand, noticing the tension in his posture as he leaned against the doorframe.

"See you later?" you asked, "I'll be on the rooftop during break."

"Alright..." Heeseung's response was hesitant, but then came an unexpected word that caught you off guard. "...baby." The pet name hung in the air.

"R-right... anyway, bye..." you stammered, feeling a rush of different emotions. You'd been in relationships before, but you were never so flustered for such small things like that. Could it be... you weren't falling for him, right?

HEESEUNG SETTLED AT THE EMPTY TABLE on the rooftop, his gaze drifting across the school grounds. The rooftop held a special meaning for him, offering a quiet place to read, barely visited by others.

“Heeseung!” Your voice sliced through the silence, drawing his attention. He glanced up to see you approaching, two lunches in hand.

With a bright grin, you placed the meals in front of him. “I brought lunch!”

"Thanks," Heeseung replied , his tone cool as he examined the homemade kimbap. As you both sat down, awkwardness settled between you, by the avoidance of eye contact.

Summoning his courage, Heeseung brought a question that had lingered in his mind for months. "Why did you like Choi Jiho?"

Your eyes widened at the unexpected, catching you off guard. You paused, hesitating with how to respond.Memories of Jiho flooded your mind. You had forgotten about him for the past 4 days due to Heeseung being on your mind 24/7.

You cleared your throat, summoning a bitter lie to your lips. "I... uh, he was nice, I guess."

"Did Jiho even like you back?" Heeseung's question cut through the air. That’s when you realized something. You remembered the way Jiho would never defend you in any moment or barely spend time with you. And the time when he did? He would always be on his phone. You realized how stupid you were as you thought the moments where he just wanted attention from the public by kissing you or flirting with you meant that he loved you. 

"I... I don't know," you admitted. Deep down, you knew the painful reality—that Jiho had used you.

"Oh, okay..." Heeseung responded, sensing the weight of your words. "So, let's change the top—"

"I know he didn't like me," you interjected, your gaze drifting to the sky before meeting Heeseung's gaze. "I know he was the worst boyfriend I could ask for."

Confusion flickered across Heeseung's features at your sudden confession.

"I was blind. I regret it," you murmured, your gaze falling to your lap. "But it's in the past."

Heeseung regarded you with his usual stern and cold look. "Then why did you tell Jiho you were meeting someone else?"

"Because... I wanted to prove I was happier now," you muttered, grappling with your tumultuous emotions.

"Are you?" Heeseung's gaze bore into yours.

"I... I think I am," you replied

"You 'think'?" Heeseung pressed, his tone firm.

"I'm happier than before," you insisted, though the vagueness of your answer hung in the air.

"That's not specific," Heeseung challenged.

"I can't be specific," you confessed, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Because I don't know, at all."

"Are you sure?" Heeseung persisted.

"Heeseung, it's my feelings, yes I'm sure," you asserted.

"I'm just physically and mentally curious, so it allured me to—" Heeseung began, but you cut him off.

"Okay, I think that's enough. The bell's going to ring soon. Text me later!" With that, you rose abruptly, snatching your lunch bag and offering a quick wave before descending the stairs back to class.

HEESEUNG LAY ON  HIS BED,  staring up at the ceiling. He knew he should be studying, but your words about Jiho lingered in his mind. "I'm happier than before." Why was he even pondering such things? Lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by a faint buzz from his phone. Retrieving it, he found a message from you.

YN LN: heeseung!! all my friends rejected me to go to the mall TT, so wanna go together?? ><

Heeseung paused, a moment of surprise flashing across his features. You were asking him to go to the mall with you? It felt almost like you were asking him out. He composed himself and replied:

Heeseung: Sure. Send location and time, I’ll be there.

Putting down his phone, he realized the weight of his agreement. He had just agreed to go on a date with you. And now, he needed to get ready. Hastily, he rummaged through his closet, seeking out a suitable outfit. Opting for his lone stylish varsity jacket paired with jeans, he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up.

Rushing to the mall, he found you leaning against a store wall, your attention fixed on your phone. As he approached, a cupid seemed to strike him with an arrow as his cheeks flushed. The simplicity of your outfit and the gentle cascade of your hair rendered you utterly captivating.

You looked up, catching sight of Heeseung's slightly stunned expression, and greeted him with a warm smile, gesturing for him to join you.

"Hi," Heeseung muttered, still awestruck by your beauty.

"Hi!" you returned the greeting with equal warmth. "I just need to buy some makeup for my friends, or maybe myself, and possibly shop around! Anything you need?"

"Not necessarily," Heeseung replied, scanning the mall.

"Okay then, follow me," you said, seizing his arm and leading him to the nearest makeup store. Arriving at the lip product section, you perused the selection of lipsticks, lip glosses, and lip tints. Grabbing a random lip tint, you turned to Heeseung.

"Can I try it on you? I need to see if it looks good on a person," you suggested.

"What? When did I sign up for this?" Heeseung sighed.

"Please," you pleaded, giving him your best pout. "I can erase it right after."

"Fine."

With careful precision, you applied the tint to his lips. The warmth of his breath brushed against your cheeks and neck, sending a flurry of sensations through you. Your heart raced as you admired his perfectly shaped lips, now tinted with color. After smoothing out any unevenness, you stepped back to admire the look.

"Hmm... I think this works," you concluded, grabbing the new tint to go check out and pay for it.

YOU SAVORED THE SWEET TASTE OF vanilla ice cream as you took a bite, sitting side by side with Heeseung on the bench outside the convenient store where you first met. He listened attentively as you shared stories about your friends and family.

"And then Giselle told me—" Your sentence was cut short as Heeseung's fingers delicately wiped a smudge of ice cream from the corner of your lips.

"Mhm?" He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue. Your heart fluttered at his touch, beating rapidly in your chest.

"...y-yeah," you stammered, trying to regain your composure, your gaze drifting to the hues of the sunset painting the sky in shades of blue and orange.

"Are you done with your story?" Heeseung inquired, to which you nodded hastily. You weren't finished, but another word might turn you into a flustered mess.

After a brief silence, you suggested, "How about we go for a walk by the Han River?" Heeseung agreed with a nod, and soon you found yourselves strolling side by side along the riverbank, the gentle sound of water trickling in the background adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, Heeseung asked, "Are you going to the dance?" It was a question he wouldn't normally ask.

"The dance?" you raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his inquiry.

"Yeah, the school dance?" Heeseung clarified, his expression tinged with skepticism.

"Oh, well, yeah," you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as you remembered his feelings for Karina. He didn't like you, so why did you allow yourself to hope for something more?

"Is Karina going?" Heeseung continued, and you struggled to find your voice, your throat suddenly dry.

"O-oh, uhm, I think she's going..." you managed to say, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a wave. Foolish fantasies had consumed you for the past five days, but now you bit your lip to stave off the embarrassment and tears threatening to surface.

"I think I'm tired. I'm gonna go home now. Bye, Heeseung," you forced a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction. Heeseung watched you go, a confused expression clouding his features as you moved farther and farther away.

LEANING AGAINST THE WALL, you found yourself lost in thoughts of Heeseung, the person who was on your mind day in and day out. Why did it bother you so much if he had feelings for your best friend, Karina? Why did his presence hold such sway over you?

"YN?" Winter's voice broke through your trail of thoughts,snapping you back to reality.

"Oh, sorry, I was zoning out," you replied, trying to shake off the distraction.

"You've been distant all day. Is everything okay?" Ningning's concern was evident in her voice.

"Just tired, didn't get much sleep last night," you reassured them with a forced smile, hoping they wouldn't press further.

"Are you sure?" Giselle's skepticism lingered, her gaze searching yours.

"It's nothing, just life being complicated," you offered, trying to reassure their worries.

"If you need to talk, we're here for you," Karina chimed in, her comforting touch on your hands a familiar gesture she usually did. How you longed to confess and tell them about Heeseung and the jumble of emotions you felt and fought with, but the fear of ruining your relationships with both him and Karina kept you quiet.

At that moment, it came to you: you were in love with Heeseung. It had to be a mistake right? You could never like someone like Heeseung.  The way your heart thumped when Heeseung did small actions like hold your hand or even wipe off anything from your mouth.

 Yet, you couldn't shake the fear, the fear of history repeating itself with someone like Jiho, selfish and foolish. What was the point of falling for someone who didn't accept your feelings and liked someone else

HEESEUNG HAD REHEARSED EVERY WORD, every breath, for the moment he would finally summon the courage to ask you out for dinner. With trembling fingers, he reached for his phone, his thumb hovering over the call button. The weight of his nerves pressed down on him as he prepared to take the risk.

As the phone rang, his heart raced, the sound of your voice on the other end sending a jumble of emotions through him "Hello?" you answered, your voice like music and beauty to his ears.

"Hi..." Heeseung replied, his voice betraying his unease.

"Why did you call me?" you asked, curiosity tinged but yet your voice sounded heavy and drained. Heeseung couldn't help but notice the change in your tone for the past days, wondering if he had somehow caused it. Had he done something wrong? 

"I was just wondering if... uhm... you wanted to go get dinner tonight together?" Heeseung's voice faltered slightly, the weight of his question hanging in the air.

"Dinner tonight?" Your voice held a hint of confusion, but there was also a spark of interest. "When and where?" you inquired.

"At the Japanese place down the block, at 6?" Heeseung suggested, hoping you would agree.

"Sure, I'll see you at 6 then," you replied, your voice brightening slightly.

"Right, anyways, bye!" Heeseung quickly ended the call, a rush of happiness coursing through him. He had done it. He asked you out for dinner.

With a sense of pride, Heeseung flopped onto his bed, his phone resting on his chest as. a wide grin spread across his face. He replayed the conversation in his mind, excited for the evening of day. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, you couldn't contain your excitement. Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. had. Asked. you. out. to. dinner. You, YN LN.  You couldn't help but squeal with delight into your pillow.

Eager to make a good impression, you jumped out of bed and rushed to your closet, rummaging through your clothes in search of the perfect outfit for the occasion. 

HEESEUNG SAT NERVOUSLY, tapping the table as he waited for you to arrive. Within minutes, you rushed in and quickly spotted him.

"Hi!" you greeted with a smile, settling down at the table.

"Hi," he smiled back (inside you felt a flutter at how cute his smile was). You both looked at the menu and ordered as the waiter approached. After eating, you quietly walked outside, enjoying the cool evening air.

The dark, cloudless sky revealed a glimmering array of stars. You admired the view, unaware that Heeseung was watching you, captivated by your beauty.

"The stars are so pretty," you remarked in awe.

"Mhm," he replied, still focused on you. Suddenly, you felt his fingers gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Your face flushed as butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

"I have a question, YN..." Heeseung began, and you turned to him, curious.

"Do you... want to go to the dance?" he asked. Your heart raced, your stomach churned, and your head spun. He had just asked you to the dance.

"T-the dance?" you stuttered.

"Yeah... I mean, just as... you know, for visual purposes," he tried to clarify.

"Right..." you nodded, agreeing. "I'll go with you." Heeseung's face lit up with a big grin as you accepted his invitation.

"That's great! I'll, um... see you at the dance then," Heeseung said with a small smile and a wave as you both went your separate ways, heading home with a light heart.

As you walked home, your mind buzzed with excitement. The thought of going to the dance with Heeseung made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but replay the moment he asked you, feeling a rush of happiness each time. It was like a dream come true, and you couldn't wait for the night of the dance to arrive.

WEEKS FLEW BY, each one filled with anticipation, excitement, and a series of dates. Finally, the much-anticipated day of the dance had arrived. It had been six weeks since you eagerly marked this date on your calendar. Reflecting on the past four months since you met Heeseung, you knew deep down that you were head over heels in love with him. The moment he asked you to the dance, those feelings intensified.

"Do you think this dress is pretty enough?" you asked, twirling in your knee-length black dress adorned with delicate lace details, a sweetheart neckline, and spaghetti straps.  The dress hugged your figure perfectly.

"It's gorgeous," Ningning complimented, deftly assisting with your hair.

"It's perfect, just like you," Winter reassured, adjusting your dress with care.

"Easy for you to say, with Beomgyu as your date," you teased, prompting laughter from your friends.

"And you have Heeseung," Winter smiled, smoothing out the fabric of your dress.

"You two are so cute together," Giselle teased, earning a blush from you.

"I love you guys," you said, feeling grateful for their support as you shared a group hug.

"Even if I'm dating a man, you'll always be my number one," Winter jokes, lightening the mood as you head to Karina's car.

Upon arriving at the dance, the lively atmosphere was perfect. Laughter, music, and chatter filled the room as people talked, danced, and enjoyed themselves. Spotting Heeseung entering the room, you felt a rush of excitement.

He looked perfect in his suit, his hair perfectly styled. Rushing over to him, you greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Heeseung!" you exclaimed. Heeseung looked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. I

"You look amazing, YN," Heeseung complimented, his smile genuine.

"Thanks, but you're the one who looks stunning," you replied, feeling your heart flutter as you took in his appearance. "Come on, let's grab some snacks and go have fun!"

The next two hours were filled with laughter, dancing, and cherished moments spent with Heeseung and your friends. However, it was until you excused yourself to the bathroom, to then meet Jiho.

"YN," Jiho's voice cut through the noise, sending a chill down your spine.

"What do you want, Jiho?" you asked, your tone laced with irritation.

"Are you here with your 'so-called' boyfriend, Heeseung?" Jiho taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, and what's it to you?" you retorted, your patience wearing thin.

“Yeah there is.” his smirk widened, “Don’t act stupid, I knew everything.” 

“God I hate you Jiho.”  you spat, feeling your anger rise.

"Come on, YN. Admit you still love me, and everything will go back to normal," Jiho sneered.

“I don’t even like you anymore, Jiho.”  you said firmly, trying to keep your composure.

"Oh, really? Maybe this will change your mind," Jiho said, leaning in closer. You felt his fingers slip into your waist, his grip firm and tight. You felt his face leaning closer to yours. You quickly stepped back and pushed him aside. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” you yelled. 

“YN, why are you so pissed? Not like you like anyone.”  Jiho's eyes bore into yours, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t want to fucking kiss you,” you glared, “Now fuck off please.” 

“Why is it because of Heeseung? Your fake boyfriend? God, he probably doesn’t even like you YN. He only likes you because you're popular.” he laughed. Your heart sank at his cruel words. The words stung as you heard each word. Heeseung was just a stupid fake boyfriend you had. The two of you had never had a real relationship. A real love. Was Heeseung just playing with your feelings? Did Heeseung even love you like how much you loved him? 

"I hate you, Jiho," you whispered before leaving the party alone, your heart felt heavy. 

YOU SPENT HOURS lying in bed, staring out the rain-splattered window, your cheeks damp from the relentless stream of tears. Days had passed since the dance, and you hadn't mustered the strength to leave the confines of your home. 

"YN, you've been here for hours," Karina's voice broke through the silence, her concern evident as she entered your room. 

"Why didn't you text me?" 

"Phone died," you muttered, burying your face deeper into the sheets.

"Tell me what's wrong," Karina urged gently, taking a seat beside you. 

"I don't know," you confessed, your voice barely audible. 

"Come on," Karina coaxed, her comforting presence offering a glimmer of solace. 

"Okay, fine," you relented, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Jiho said some awful things to me at the dance. Now I'm a wreck, and I can't face Heeseung. I'm in love with him, and it's tearing me apart." 

Karina's eyes widened at the torrent of emotions pouring out. "And you kept this from me all this time?" 

"Karina, I didn't know what to do," you admitted, your voice choking with emotion. "I thought Heeseung felt the same way, but then Jiho made me doubt everything."

"How does Jiho know anything? He's not Heeseung," Karina retorted, frustration evident in her tone. "He's just trying to mess with your head." 

"But what if he's right? What if Heeseung was just pretending all along?" you sighed, a heavy weight settling in your chest. 

"YN," Karina's voice softened, her touch gentle as she sought to comfort you. "How do you know Heeseung doesn't like you? Have you talked to him?" 

"I haven't," you admitted, uncertainty clouding your thoughts.

"Then how can you be so sure?" Karina questioned, her eyes searching yours. "Heeseung cares about you, YN. He was worried sick after the dance. He searched everywhere for you and even left the party early out of concern."

"Are you serious?" you asked, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes. 

"Dead serious," Karina affirmed, her sincerity unwavering. "Talk to him, YN. You'll see." 

"But what if I'm wrong?" you hesitated, your fear holding you back. "Just trust me on this," Karina reassured, squeezing your hand gently. "Talk to Heeseung. You'll thank me later." Karina offered you a reassuring smile before enveloping you in an embrace.

HEESEUNG WAS SERIOUSLY DEAD WORRIED about you. He thought you were possibly hit by some car or even worse kidnapped. His thoughts wandered as he tried to think of all the possibilities you were. You stopped even coming to school for weeks.

The memory of the dance replayed in his mind like a broken record, haunting him with unanswered questions. Your sudden disappearance after excusing yourself to the bathroom left him questionable and restless. Desperately, he asked your friends as your friends only left him shrugs and quietness making him uneasy of the situation.

When you finally returned after a week-long absence, Heeseung couldn't help but notice the change in you. You awfully looked tired and you had eyebags. And the most important change, you were avoiding Heeseung. Was it something he had done to mess things up?

Heeseung sat at his usual spot on the rooftop, gazing out at the view, trying to get his thoughts out.

"Look who it is, Lee Heeseung," a voice pierced through the silence, pulling Heeseung from his reverie. Turning, he found Jiho leaning casually against the stairway exit, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Heeseung's girlfriend, huh?" Jiho taunted, his words hitting Heeseung like a sudden blow.

"What did you do to YN?" Heeseung's voice was edged with a mixture of anger and concern, his gaze sharp.

"Nothing much, just a little truth-telling," Jiho chuckled, his demeanor full of arrogance. 

"What truth?" Heeseung's tone was laced with urgency, his fists clenched in frustration.

“Just a few things that need to be said. Like how you guys are just dating, nothing more than that.”

Heeseung's jaw tightened as the weight of Jiho's words settled in, his mind reeling with disbelief and anger.

"Do you even know why YN hates you?" Heeseung spat, his voice seething with contempt.

"Why don't you tell me?" Jiho's smirk widened.

"Cause you’re truly an awful person” Heeseung retorted, his patience wearing thin.

“Oh really?” Jiho teased, “I didn’t know.”

Jiho's mocking laughter only fueled Heeseung's rage, his frustration exploding into action as he delivered a swift punch to Jiho's jaw.

"You're really undeserving of her," Heeseung's words echoed in the empty space.

“You could punch me as many times, I don’t care.” Jiho smiled. 

“I would but actually I don’t want to see your ugly face, so fuck off.” Heeseung stormed out of the rooftop leaving Jiho alone on the ground.

IT WAS 1 AM WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF at the convenience store, clad in your most comfortable clothes, not even caring if people saw you. The rush of cold air from the conditioner greeted you as you stepped inside, scanning the assortment of snacks. The scent of sweet delights filled your senses, tempting you to buy more. You reached for a snack when the chime of the door signaled someone's arrival.

Looking up, you were met with the sight of Heeseung standing across the store, his gaze fixed on you. It felt like deja vu, reminiscent of the first time you laid eyes on him. Your throat went dry, memories of Jiho's words echoing in your mind: "He probably doesn’t even like you." Anxious, you bit your lip as Heeseung approached.

"Can we talk outside?" Heeseung's voice broke through the tension. With a quiet nod, you followed him out of the store.

"YN, what's going on?" Heeseung's concern was evident as he confronted you, hoping you would answer honestly.

"Heeseung, it's nothing," you lied

"It's not nothing," Heeseung persisted, his tone firm.

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you. I fell in love with you, but then Jiho made me doubt everything. I thought you probably didn’t even like me, maybe you liked Karina instead. What was the point of being with you if I'm only going to hurt myself?" The words spilled out in a rush, leaving you empty.. Heeseung froze at your confession, disbelief in his expression.

"You like me?" Heeseung's eyebrow arched in surprise.

"I know you don't like me—" Before you could finish, Heeseung silenced you with a soft kiss. His lips were soft and perfect.You felt his fingers sliding into your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Your lips were moving in sync, in the same passion, kissing each other back. You felt his fingers intertwined with yours, drawing soft circles on the back of your hand.

Pulling away, breathless, you attempted to speak, but Heeseung beat you to it. "I like you a lot, YN. I was in denial of my feelings for months, but I realized I was actually in love with you." You widen your eyes at his confession

"Heeseung, you're not lying, right?" suspicion tinged your words.

"Do you think I would ever lie to you?" Heeseung chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear, a gesture that he would always done 

"No, but it all seems non-real," you confessed.

Heeseung's laughter, the sound you cherished the most, filled the air. "Then, will you be my real girlfriend, YN LN?"

"Of course, any day I'll choose you," you smiled, leaning in for another kiss. 

MONTHS HAD PASSED and you found yourself in a state of bliss you never imagined possible. Seated on the rooftop with Heeseung, your fingers intertwined, you gazed out into the view before you, the cool breeze enveloping you in a sense of serenity.

"Look how far we've come," you remarked, a smile gracing your lips as you watched Heeseung absentmindedly draw small patterns on your palm.

"Yeah," Heeseung nodded, his touch gentle and comforting.

"I love you, Heeseung," you whispered softly, your words carrying the weight of your affection.

"I love you more," Heeseung replied in a tender whisper, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he leaned in to press a series of delicate kisses along its curve.

"Heeseung, that tickles!" you laughed, squirming slightly at the sensation.

"This is your punishment for getting a 60% on the exam," Heeseung teased, his tone playful yet teasing.

"Hey, I'm not some nerd like you!" you retorted, playfully poking his side.

"Nerd?" Heeseung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A cute nerd," you amended with a grin, your heart swelling with affection.

"And you're my cute princess," Heeseung declared, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your lips, his love for you shining brightly in his eyes. You truly were in love with Heeseung, and you weren’t going to deny it.

[en-lov3r]

Gym Buddy | Jay Park

Pairing: Jay Park x reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Sex Word Count: 2325 words

The air was humid, making you feel all sticky

It was a muggy night, the room a bit damp, you checked your phone and saw it was 11:00 pm, you figured you might as well work out at night since sleeping for the whole day, you dressed up in leggings and a hoodie, got your water bottle ready, and walked to the nearest gym

It was a breezy night, you started trudging there, still a bit groggy from your slumber and saw that the gym looked very dim, parking space unoccupied for everyone to take but with only a black sleek car with tinted windows visible at sight, nevertheless, you walked pass the car, eyeing it, then soon walked to the door

"I wonder if it's closed"

You opened it and it budged, you saw that the gym was empty, not hearing anybody, no annoying teenagers, elders complaining, and gym hunks flexing

The gym was 24/7, you never really went at night so figured there must be less people inside, some lights off and on there, it was kind of eerie, you opened the glass door and saw the front desk associate, she scanned your membership card and let you pass. You saw nobody in sight

You were happy since you never really had time for the gym, though since barely going to the gym, you never really had any motivation, but today was the day, you decided to go to the upstairs, where they had the stairwalker and bicycle and weights

You then decided to go to the bench and use the weights, each step you took filled the whole sound of the gym as it echoed. You saw a big jug of water near it and a sweat stain imprinted on the bench, it soon faded and you realized that someone probably must've left and forgot

You then took a seat after it dried and you started doing weights, you weren't sure if your form was right but you never really paid much attention, few minutes passed and you heard some footsteps, getting louder as it approached

You then got up a bit to see a tall lean figure in a black tank top, all sweaty, he looked to have an exhausted expression, squinting, his face full of sweat as it started dripping from his face, he had gray sweats on, his whole body drenched as he started to pat himself dry with a towel he had, he had his earbuds on

A bit intimidated, you started to feel a bit shy, you must've thought you occupied his space so you quickly rose and got up but he soon started to approach the spot you just were exercising at

The footsteps were getting more louder as he soon finally stopped, he looked up and down at you, knowing that he probably was looking for his water bottle, you just got up unoticingly, only until he got his left earbud out and started to speak

panting "It's fine you can exercise there, I'll just work at the next bench"

"U- Uhm you sure? I must've took your spot by accident sorry"

He nodded, still breathing heavily as he gave you the hardest look of intent, your heart started breathing, you noticed how handsome he was, his jawline captivating you, but he reeked of sweat, filling the air with a musky scent, it was really manly

You guys both then started to continue your business. He soon started to get weights and you just started to do the usual as before, you then saw him workout as he started lifting the weights with his arms, with each repetition highlighting his muscles, you started to gawk, wonder how you can build muscles like him, he noticed you catch a glare and you started to workout all weirdly, he soon noticed and glanced at you

"Do you need help?"

You reacted all quickly. Him talking to you was like a dream. Someone like you talking to a cute tall guy like him made you feel all red. But you did come to the gym for a reason, you nodded and as soon as he got up, he started slowly treading there, you kept glancing at him as he walked, his sweat dripping, his figure, you soon glared down to see his bulge, it looked real big

"I- I don't really know how to workout, I mean I just do cardio but I was thinking of gaining muscle, like yours."

"Ahh, it's real easy to be honest, but it takes time, but from here I can show you how to do a correct form" he replied

"Okay"

"Do you mind me touching you so I can give you the correct posture?" he said

"Uhm sure"

You soon felt a big sensation on your back, you twitched, his hands felt real big, kind of cold you felt through your hoodie, it was literally 1/4 the size of your back, his palm touching your back made you feel a bit wet down there, but you tried calming yourself down

"Do you mind arching your back a bit for me?" he said all huskily

"Yeah."

You followed what he said and he asked which exercise you wanted to do.

"I want to do an exercise like what you were doing."

"Oh you mean the seated arms?"

"Y- Yeah, whatever you said I don't what the name was but yeah that one"

He chuckled and grinned. You saw his smirk on his face and he made you feel horny. His handsome smile was enough to get you going as you started to follow what he said.

"Wait your doing it wrong, let me position you, do you mind me going at the back of you to spot you?"

'Sure"

He then proceeded and went at the back of you and sat down, the musky scent of his got stronger. He was mindful of where he sat on the bench and kept his space between you and him. His figure was so tall, his arms big that in the mirror you were 1/2 the size of him in comparison. You looked at the mirror on the side of you as he started to grab your weights, they felt lighter now that someone was carrying them, he started to motion you, he opened his armpits as the smell of his got even more stronger, more like an alpha, he kept opening it back and forth and so were you, you felt a bit conscious knowing maybe he can smell yours too but then realized you were wearing a hoodie.

"Maybe arch your back a bit more?

You proceeded to do so but accidentally you pushed back a bit too far that your butt touched his sweaty crotch. You felt it through your leggings. A bit soon after you were about to go move, he instantly got hard, you felt it, it started digging through your hole, it felt so good that it wasn't even real sex yet, he moaned a bit "ahhh" his sound filling your ears as he sounded so hot, you went back but knowing how good it felt, you wanted more

"I am so sorry"

"Relax, don't be" he grinned once again

He then got up and went to the front of you, you noticed his bulge got even bigger, you didn't bother to tell him in hopes you might embarass him, but he started to grab your arms once again, his grasp putting pressure on your arms as you only wished he can do more, he started to motion once again and you followed, slowly getting the hang of it

As soon as you got it. He soon propped the weights, as he was about to go back and give a response he tripped over the water bottle that you placed near you on the ground and he instantly plopped on you, his crotch now on your stomach. You were about to ask if he was okay, only until you felt the sweat from his crotch kind of dripping towards your stomach

"I'm not sorry"

"W- what?"

" I knew you wanted me to begin with, you started looking at my crotch a few times, thought I didn't notice?

You met eye contact with him as you looked up, his handsome and flirty gaze upon me as he started to slowly come towards your face, grabbed you by the face and kissed you, you also kissed him back, your lips touching with your tongues intertwining as you guys started to kiss more intensely, with your saliva mixing and dripping from your mouths

He then got up as you wanted more, he started to undress his tank top, revealing that body of his, his build looking so defined and lean, his arms looking like they've been worked out, you wanted to take in this sight more, only until he aggressively put his crotch up against the roof of your mouth

"Lick it" he said

You obeyed, You started to lick around the area so much it began to feel and look wet, it started to stain a dark grey until becoming transparent, seeing the outline of his cock, and as you kept doing so, you looked up for his approval, he nodded gently, you started to undress his grey sweatpants, just to reveal a hard long horse cock plopped against your face, the smell feeling fuzzy and hot as the aroma started getting stronger, you took initiative and started to grab it, he moaned a bit hard, as you touched his cock, feeling the sensation as it kept pulsing, you then reached it to your tongue and there he started to deepthroat you

You couldn't breathe as you started to choke and gag on his dick, tears started forming your eyes as he kept pounding your face harder and harder, each second passing by you couldn't feel oxygen reaching you, your throat felt attacked, felt like it was going to create a bigger orifice than it already was to begin with inside, he was enjoying it, smiling, he kept moaning, he looked like he felt good, you were giving him all your pleasure

"F-fuck!"

He then took his schlong out your throat, you then started to breathe, still catching your breath, he took a step out, jerking his cock even more, you took a quick glance of him from head to toe in his naked body, he looked so fucking good, his abs looked even hot as he was naked in all except for his white nike socks, he seemed like a stallion right now, he kept jerking it in front of you, looking at you enticingly, hearing the stickiness of your saliva on the palm of his hands as he then interrupted the moment

"Move."

You obeyed, your sweat stain visibly was stained there but he then plopped down, knowing this he probably will create an even more sweat stain, he started to manspread, arms out, inviting you to his cock, he got up a bit and stared down menacingly at you, coaxing to go down your knees.

You soon followed, met eye contact with him as you soon touched your dainty hands with his cock, his body trembling, his cock throbbing in your hands, his cock needed to be sucked, he was panting through it, like a dog in heat, he was feeling pantless

You started to grab his cock and put it inside of your mouth, his head titled back in ecstasy

"Fuck just like that, just like that baby"

You knew his cock probably felt warm inside of your mouth, his body started to tense, so were his abs as you knew he was going to reach climax, you started sucking even harder and more harder than the last time, he tensed real hard he started to flex, his cock started pulsating even more as he began to shoot it up your throat "Oh f- fuckkk" his warm salty thick cum reaching down your throat, you soon proceeded to swallow it all, more spilling down your throat, he groaned, can't believe how good it was to cum inside your mouth, it was all good to be true

His cock still felt hard as it kept throbbing in your mouth, your mouth falls open with his cum still leaking out of your mouth, you knew it tasted salty but good, you twitched once again down there. You smiled and looked at him, he smiled back and chuckled. You couldn't believe it as it was such a hot moment for the both of you.

"Another round?"

"Yes please"

You guys soon had another round. His expression looked intense eye at your every move. He didn't care if he was overpleasuring himself but he knew he wanted to use your body. You started to take off your clothes and revealed it all, his eyes dilated and he began to gawk at your naked body.

"You look so good baby damn, I can't wait to fuck you"

He began starting to lick at your hole, you let out a moan as you knew it felt so good. You were worried you were going to hit an orgasm, his tongue felt so good. You felt so pleasured. His tongue kept going inside of that hole, felt as if he was thrusting his cock but it wasn't his cock. He kept sucking and sucking, your chest pounding . You then glanced upside down at him, seeing he was licking your ass, but knowing you looked like a dog right now, you saw his cock, it was still rock hard, you saw it and it looked as if he was fucking the air slowly, up and down, he ready for you to be fucked with that schlong of his

"You ready baby?

"Mhm."

He got up, he towered over you, your back touched with his crotch as you gasped, he started rubbing his cock over your ass, you couldn't wait to be fucked. It felt so long and big, he kept doing it repeatedly and slowly, moaning with every second, he grabbed you by the neck and whispered in your ear. "Be ready to be fucked" Your ear felt overstimulated as the sensation went down your spine. You knew how hot this scene was as he then grabbed you by the waist, his hands encapsulating it, you squirmed as you felt your hole being entered by his cock, he started to slowly enter, you couldn't help as you loved every second of this moment, your chest pounding as you licked the corner of your mouth, still tasting the salty cum residue of his

"FUCKKKKkkk!"

You moaned so hard. He kept mercilessly pounding your hole, You were loving it every second. It felt too good to be true. "Oh shitt" You looked in the mirror and you saw his eyes, they started to roll back as he kept fucking your warm squishy insides. Your organs felt impaled, You knew he was going to leave a gaping hole in your ass. You started to clench every harder as it started to wrap around his cock, he kept grunting, his jaw clenching, smacking his body against your ass, you started to sweat even more, you feel him inside you, you wanted him to cum so bad you started to sway your hips back and forth, he twitched, he felt so good in the moment he started to fuck really hard, your body started to tremble, you couldn't take it anymore as you wanted his cum so bad

"C'mon, fucking cum you hot stallion"

"Oh yes, baby, this is all for you, all for you"

He started to fuck even harder. You guys panting like dogs running out of water, you both were reaching climax. He started hitting at your spot real hard, you felt it, "Yes keep doing it like that" You then convulsed as your body started to shake "Here it comes baby!" His cum started to shoot inside, your hole being filled up, it felt so good you felt it through your stomach, you began to quiver and tremble, your ass started to shake, he gave you one last fuck before he was done, you started to convulse and you fell down the floor, his cock slip down and bounced as your ass faced up down, still twitching, and cum still dripping out your hole

He let out a sigh

"Fuck that was hot"

You were still breathing rapidly, your heart rate was going up real bad, it all felt so good, You heard him breathing too heavily but not as bad as you, You still kept panting. You saw him reach something out of his gray sweatpants, and he dropped something down at your face.

"Here you go pretty, make sure you'll be here tomorrow" he winked and smiled

He soon left and you already saw him dressed up, seeing him out of your sight as he started clanking down the stairs.

All he gave you was a card, listed was his name, phone number, with a message in red ink saying, Call me.

[hazelira]

little miss grumpy

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"Jay, I swear, this place is a maze," you groaned, rubbing your lower back as you waddled through the never-ending labyrinth of IKEA. The bright lights and warehouse ceilings seemed determined to drain whatever energy you had left. At nearly eight months pregnant, your feet were swollen, and all you wanted was to sit down and sip on something cold.

"Just a few more things, sweetheart," Jay murmured, his hand gently resting on the small of your back. "Then we’ll head to the cafeteria, I promise. I hear the ice cream’s only a dollar."

You gave him a tired smile, the thought of that creamy vanilla treat motivating you. But there was one more thing — your energetic, headstrong three-year-old daughter.

"Where's our little monster?" you asked, scanning the area.

Jay's gaze softened as he pointed to the corner of the kids' section. There, sprawled out on a tiny IKEA toddler bed, your daughter had tucked herself beneath the miniature duvet, her little body rising and falling in peaceful slumber. The colourful cartoon sheets and plush pillows must've been too tempting to resist.

"Oh, no," Jay whispered with a smirk. "She made herself at home."

"She gets it from you," you teased, thinking of how Jay had stolen the blankets in bed.

"Mm, maybe," he grinned, then sighed. "But I do not have to wake her up."

Your eyes widened. "Oh no, no. You’re on daddy duty. I’m claiming exhaustion rights." You plopped down on one of the display couches dramatically.

Jay chuckled but didn’t argue. He approached the bed, kneeling beside his daughter. "Hey, baby girl," he whispered, brushing her wispy strands away from her flushed cheeks. "Time to get up, missy."

A soft whimper left her lips as she snuggled deeper into the pillow. "No, Daddy."

"C'mon, bub," he cooed, rubbing her back. "We gotta go pay for our things. You can’t stay here."

Her little eyes fluttered open, squinting at him with the most prominent pout. "But it’s my bed," she mumbled, groggy. "Comfy bed."

Jay sighed, his heart breaking a little. "I know, baby. But we have to go now. We’ll get something yummy, okay? Maybe fries and ice cream?"

"No!" she wailed, her face scrunching in frustration. "No fries! No ice cream! Just bed!"

Her cries grew louder, drawing a few curious glances from nearby shoppers. You rubbed your belly, fighting the urge to step in, but Jay gave you a reassuring glance. He could handle this.

"Alright, little miss grumpy," Jay murmured, scooping her up despite her flailing limbs. "I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you."

"Daddy, no!" she sobbed, her tiny fists thumping weakly against his chest. Tears streamed down her face, her tantrum in full force. "I want a comfy bed!"

"I know, I know," Jay soothed, rocking her gently as he carried her. "But we’re almost done, princess. I promise."

Her cries didn’t stop, but Jay didn’t falter. His arms stayed strong, his voice low and calming. Even as her wails echoed through the store, he remained patient — the picture of a loving father.

When you reached the cafeteria, you had already claimed a table, resting your aching feet. Jay approached with your still-sniffling toddler in his arms. He kissed the top of her head before setting her down into the chair beside you.

"Hey, baby," you cooed, brushing the damp curls away from her face. "Guess what? Daddy said we could get ice cream and fries. Doesn’t that sound yummy?"

Her red-rimmed eyes blinked up at you, her lip still trembling. "Ice cream?"

Jay crouched to her level, his large hands cradling her tiny ones. "Yeah, bub. The best vanilla ice cream. And we’ll get fries, too. Only if my big girl feels better."

Her pout lingered for a moment longer before she gave a slow, reluctant nod. "Okay... but I want the biggest one."

Jay chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Deal, baby girl."

Soon enough, Jay returned with a small cup of creamy vanilla ice cream and a side of golden fries. The toddler’s tears were forgotten as she happily nibbled on her fries and licked her ice cream with a satisfied hum.

"Yummy," she mumbled, her earlier meltdown now a distant memory.

Jay smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "We survived IKEA," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Barely," you laughed softly, leaning against his shoulder.

As your daughter giggled through sticky ice cream fingers and salty fries, you couldn’t help but think—chaotic as it was—these moments made life so sweet.

Jay brushed a few stray crumbs from her cheeks as your little girl contentedly munched on her fries. Her face was still slightly puffy from all the crying, but the joy of ice cream had done wonders. The IKEA cafeteria buzzed around you — chatter from other families, the clinking of trays, and the soft hum of the coffee machines.

“You’re doing okay, sweetheart?” Jay’s voice was low, soft, just for you. His thumb traced lazy circles over the back of your hand, the warmth of his touch grounding you.

“I’m okay,” you answered, though your body told a different story. Every inch of you ached, and the pressure from carrying your second child was almost unbearable today. But even through the exhaustion, you felt grateful. “Just tired.”

Jay nodded, his eyes full of understanding. “I should’ve carried you, too,” he teased slightly.

“Oh, yeah? Think you could handle carrying both of us?” You gestured between yourself and the little girl, joyfully dipping a fry into her ice cream — a strange but adorable mix of salty and sweet.

He chuckled, though his gaze softened. “I’d carry all three of you if I had to.”

The words lingered for a moment, warmth spreading through your chest. Even when things got chaotic — like tantrums in IKEA — Jay was your anchor.

"Mommy, look!" your daughter exclaimed, her sticky hands thrusting her cup forward, a small glob of melted ice cream dangerously close to tipping over. "All gone!"

“You finished it already?” You gasped dramatically, making her giggle. “That was fast, baby!”

She grinned wide, though her face was still smeared with traces of vanilla. Jay shook his head with amusement, grabbing a napkin to wipe her face gently.

“All clean,” he announced with a proud grin.

“Daddy,” she giggled, wiggling in her seat. “I’m not a baby.”

“Not a baby? Says the little miss who cried for her comfy bed like one?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

Her mouth opened in an exaggerated gasp. “I was not a baby! I was a… a big girl!”

Jay leaned closer, poking her belly playfully. “A big girl, huh?”

She erupted into laughter, her earlier tantrum now just a distant memory. Moments like these — the laughter, the sweetness, the unwavering patience — reminded you why Jay was such an incredible father.

But the day wasn’t over yet.

"Okay, little miss grumpy," Jay said, lifting her effortlessly from the highchair. "We’ve got one more mission."

Her eyes lit up. "Mission?"

"Yup. Help Mommy and Daddy get to the car without any more meltdowns. Think you can do it?"

She scrunched her nose in determination, her arms wrapping around Jay’s neck. “I can do it!”

You chuckled as you slowly stood, the weight of your belly making even the most minor movements feel like a marathon. Jay was quick to steady you, his hand never leaving yours.

"Lean on me, babe," he murmured.

"I always do," you whispered back, a small smile tugging at your lips.

With your daughter happily perched on Jay’s hip, you made your way toward the IKEA exit, the remnants of a long shopping day following behind. Bags of flat-packed furniture, a half-empty cup of ice cream, and the echoes of a tantrum that would become a funny story one day.

And through it all, Jay’s hand is yours. Always.

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in sickness and in health

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synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday. 

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems. 

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early? 

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference. 

“What are you doing here.” 

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe. 

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across. 

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare. 

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.” 

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset. 

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN” 

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings. 

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout 

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.” 

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.” 

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands. 

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly. 

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!” 

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you. 

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth. 

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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ꢾ꣒ REBLOGS & FEEDBACKS

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

Heeseung runs his fingers over the back of your hand, tracing the lines on your palm like he’s trying to read something written there. You don’t say anything about it. He always does this—touching, reaching, finding ways to remind himself you’re close.

It’s late. The kind of late where everything feels softer, like the world decided to quiet down just for the two of you. You’re walking home, side by side, his arm occasionally brushing yours. It’s comfortable, easy.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, giving your fingers a squeeze.

You glance up at him, the glow of the streetlights catching in his eyes. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

You shrug. “You.”

His steps slow. Then stop. His hand tightens around yours for just a second before he turns to face you completely. Heeseung has this way of looking at you, like you’ve just said something that knocked the air out of him. It makes you nervous. It makes you warm.

“You think about me?” he asks, like he doesn’t believe it.

You laugh, nudging him lightly. “All the time.”

His lips twitch, and then he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Good,” he breathes. “’Cause I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

𝐉𝐀𝐘

Jay’s hands are warm when they find yours, fingers slipping between yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You barely notice until he gives a small squeeze, pulling you to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

You blink up at him. “What?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His eyes search your face, dark and steady under the streetlights. Then, his lips press into a small, almost hesitant smile. “Nothing. Just… you look pretty right now.”

Your breath catches. “Jay.”

“I mean it.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, his voice quieter now. “You always do, but—right now, like this? You look… happy.”

You weren’t even thinking about it, but now that he says it—you do feel happy. Light, like the kind of full-body warmth that only comes from being with someone who sees you, really sees you.

Instead of answering, you step closer, resting your head against his shoulder. He exhales a small laugh, but his arms come up to hold you immediately, like he was waiting for it.

If heaven’s for lovers, you think, then maybe this is what it feels like.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

Jake’s lying on your couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the other lazily resting on your thigh. His fingers drum absentmindedly against your leg, the warmth of his touch seeping through your sweatpants.

“You’re hogging all the space,” you mumble, nudging his side with your knee.

He peeks at you from under his arm, grinning.“It’s our couch.”

“It’s my couch.”

Jake huffs dramatically but shifts over, patting the empty space beside him. “Fine, your couch. But don’t act like you don’t love having me here.”

You roll your eyes but climb in next to him anyway, letting him tuck you against his side. He smells like laundry detergent and something warm, something unmistakably him.

For a while, neither of you speak. His fingers continue their slow tracing over your arm now, absent and familiar. Then, just as your eyelids start to droop, he speaks, voice soft.

“You ever think about forever?”

Your breath stills for a moment. “What do you mean?”

Jake tilts his head to look at you. “I mean… us. This.” His lips twitch. “You, putting up with me taking over your couch. Every day.”

Your heart stumbles. You turn to face him fully, eyes searching his. “You want that?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I do.”

And when he leans in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your temple, you think—if heaven’s for lovers, maybe you’ve already found yours.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

The rain had started softly at first, a gentle patter against the window, but now it’s pouring, turning the world outside into a blurry mess of gray and silver. Sunghoon’s sitting next to you on the couch, his head resting against the armrest, but his hand is firmly gripping yours.

You’re both watching the movie you’d picked, though neither of you are really paying attention. His thumb rubs slow circles on your hand, the warmth of his touch grounding you, keeping your focus on the soft, steady rhythm of his presence.

“I always forget how peaceful rain is,” Sunghoon says, his voice quiet, barely a whisper over the sound of the storm outside.

You nod, turning your head slightly to look at him. “Yeah, it’s nice. It’s like everything else just... fades away.”

He smiles, but it’s a little distant. “I think it’s because it makes you slow down. Like, you have no choice but to just be.”

You squeeze his hand, a little tighter this time, and he meets your gaze. His eyes are soft, not the usual confident glint you’re used to, but something deeper. Something calmer.

“Sunghoon…”

He shifts closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“I think I could do this forever.”

He doesn’t need to ask what you mean. His lips curl into a smile, and he breathes a quiet, “Me too.”

And in that moment, with the rain pouring outside and his hand holding yours, you think—if heaven’s for lovers, then you’re already there.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

The sun is setting, casting soft hues of orange and pink across the sky. Sunoo is sprawled on the grass beside you, his hand casually resting on your stomach as you both lie back and watch the clouds drift by.

“I think that one looks like a cat,” Sunoo points, his finger tracing a shape in the sky.

You squint, tilting your head to follow his gaze. “I don’t know, Sunoo… it kind of looks like a dragon.”

He turns to you, eyebrows raised, a playful grin on his lips. “A dragon? It’s clearly a cat. You’re just too obsessed with dragons.”

You laugh, nudging his side. “I think you’re just biased.”

He chuckles, a soft, genuine sound that makes your chest feel warm. Without a second thought, he shifts closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he props his head up on his hand, facing you.

The conversation fades as you both lie in comfortable silence, the world around you slowing down. Sunoo’s thumb starts gently rubbing circles on your wrist, like he’s trying to memorize the feel of your skin. It’s simple. It’s quiet. But in that moment, it feels like everything.

“Sometimes I think… this is enough,” Sunoo murmurs, his voice soft but steady.

You turn to him, heart skipping at the sincerity in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Just this. Us, together, like this. If heaven’s for lovers, I think I’m already there.”

You lean in, resting your forehead against his. “Me too,” you whisper, knowing that with him, every simple moment feels like a little piece of paradise.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

It’s late, but you and Jungwon are still awake, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor surrounded by scattered papers and half-empty coffee cups. You’ve been working on a project together for hours, but now, the only thing keeping you both awake is the quiet hum of the night and the occasional sound of laughter.

Jungwon looks up from his notebook, rubbing his eyes as a tired smile pulls at his lips. “I think we deserve a break, don’t you?”

You laugh, nodding. “Definitely. I’m about to collapse.”

He chuckles, his voice still soft from exhaustion. Without saying anything, he slides closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder. For a moment, there’s nothing but the weight of his head against you and the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he murmurs, breaking the silence. “Everything okay?”

You sigh softly, turning your head to look at him. “Yeah. Just… thinking about how this feels.”

He raises an eyebrow. “How what feels?”

“This.” You gesture vaguely to the mess around you, to the late hour, to him, leaning into you like he has nowhere else to be. “Like, I don’t know, but I think I could be content with this forever.”

Jungwon blinks, then smiles, his eyes softening. “I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

He shifts, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. It’s nothing extravagant, but it feels like everything. “If heaven’s for lovers,” he says quietly, “then I think I’m already there, right here with you.”

You smile, letting yourself melt into his embrace, knowing that this simple moment is all you’ll ever need.

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈

The sound of the game controller clicking in Ni-ki's hands is the only noise filling the room, aside from the occasional mumble of frustration from him as his character fails yet again. You're sitting next to him, watching in amusement as he tries (and fails) to beat his high score for the third time in a row.

“You’re really bad at this,” you tease, nudging him with your elbow.

Ni-ki glances over at you with a smirk. “Hey, I’m just getting warmed up.”

You laugh, and for a moment, he pauses the game to turn to face you completely. “You’re the worst at cheering me on,” he says with a playful pout.

“Hey, I’m not the one playing. You’re the one who’s supposed to be winning,” you reply, leaning back against the couch with a grin.

He scoffs, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait until I finally beat this level.”

You watch him for a while, his intense focus on the screen, the way his brows furrow and his lips press into a line. There’s something so endearing about the way he throws himself into things, even the smallest ones.

Finally, after a few more attempts, Ni-ki looks over at you, his eyes softening. “You know… I’m really glad you’re here.”

Your heart skips a beat at his sudden shift in tone, and you raise an eyebrow. “What, you mean I’m not just here to watch you fail?”

He grins but shakes his head, his hand finding yours and squeezing it gently. “No. I mean, yeah, you’re here for that, but also... because I like being with you. Even when I’m stuck on a stupid game.”

You squeeze his hand back, warmth spreading through your chest. “I’m glad to be here too.”

And as he picks up the controller again, finally losing himself in the game once more, you think—if heaven’s for lovers, then maybe this small, silly moment is exactly what heaven feels like.

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CALL ME BABY, 或 𓈒𓈒 being called a pet-name for the first time.

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HEESEUNG

would not hear when you first call his name. the delicate feeling of your knuckles brushing his skin would soothe him further into his sleep.

he would think he is, honest to god, dreaming. although your voice would lead him out of his dreaming state like a siren.

“babe,” your voice would echo as he slowly opens his eyes. “i have to leave early, i’ll be back in a bit.”

and he would try to speak up, to have any sort of reaction— like pinch himself to know if it’s real or not.

you soft mouth meeting his would tell him everything he needs to know.

JAY

“i’m tired,” you would whine, leaning your side against his to accentuate the dramatic statement.

he would wrap his arm around your waist, in a warm side hug before kissing your temple and telling you that you can both go home whenever you want.

your puppy eyes would look right back at him, with a slight pout you would ask: “yeah, handsome, can we leave now?”

and he would melt on the spot, so much that he would be all over you in the cab.

JAKE

it wouldn’t even be intentional.

he would hold his phone dearly in his hands, as if he would be afraid that it would disappear if he didn’t. especially since your face would be on the screen.

you would put your phone in a way that allows the camera to film your entire body. “so, how do i look?” you would ask him, before spinning and showing him your entire outfit.

“beautiful, like always,” he would smile. your giggles would make him laugh, for sure. “have fun tonight,”

you would smile at him as you take your phone and approach it to your face. “thank you and see ya, pretty boy,” you would tell him then hang out right after.

and he would scream in his pillow for ten minutes.

SUNGHOON

would be absolutely gobsmacked, and even beyond that.

his entire world would stop as the word ‘sweetheart’ escapes from your pretty lips. he would stay still for a long while, like a robot malfunctioning.

the pet-name, additionned to your arms embracing him from behind, would create something very dangerous in him.

he would slowly turn to you, his eyes narrowed and looking down at you.

the tension would rise to your feet to your stomach, and when his fingers would tilt your chin, when his lips would touch yours, it would be over for both of you.

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UNDERSTAND | park jongseong smau (ongoing)

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ understand by keshi

"maybe we could try, if you let me"

PAIRING: idol!jay x idol!yn (femreader)

SYNOPSIS: coming fresh off your debut, you get invited to be a part of the revival for the beloved variety show 'We Got Married'. what happens when you find yourself falling for your "husband", as he's the perfect partner on and off screen?

FEATURING: enhypen, son jiwoo, moon chanelle, choi jihyun, bang jeemin, + other idols!

GENRE: smau, crack(ish?) (its just me trying my best to be funny but i have the humor of a 12 y/o boy), fluff, angst, idol au, fake dating?

WARNINGS: suggestive jokes, suggestive content(just making out and lots of TENSION!), couple stuffs, will specify in chapters if needed, ignore timestamps and dates!!!

MESSAGE FROM NIC: ahh my first smau!!! sent this prompt to @enmayz on anon and now im bringing it to life :3 IM SO EXCITEDD it's my first smau and im getting the hang of things, so pls be nice!! feedback is always appreciated as well :D

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PROFILES: worst group ever | ENHA ENHA ENHA

CHAPTER 1: ill choke you in your sleep

CHAPTER 2: we live in a Society . 😕

CHAPTER 3: that's not very pride month of u

CHAPTER 4: u mean *OUR girlfriend

CHAPTER 5: jay pookie nation???

CHAPTER 6: mentally physically weak .

CHAPTER 7: im a sensitive little fella

CHAPTER 8: the eyes chico, they never lie 😔

CHAPTER 9: bros got attachment issues idk!

CHAPTER 10: JAYYN NATION RISE

CHAPTER 10.5: see you loverboy!

CHAPTER 11: copium 💀

CHAPTER 12: omg i love jungkook sunbaenim

CHAPTER 13: eunchae... 😡😡😡😡😡😡

CHAPTER 14: call that idgafism

CHAPTER 15: ch*emin happend

CHAPTER 16: floppy disk or balls

CHAPTER 17: the dots are connecting...

CHAPTER 18: he's MENstruating

CHAPTER 19: a lovers quarrel 😟

CHAPTER 20: —

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★彡ーROADTRIP!

the tropes and love language of enha as you and your cozy friends plan a three day long road-trip.

friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff! confession, jealousy and all that jazz.

3 part series.

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★彡ーHEESEUNG AND JAY!

𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨…

• quiet in the mornings,

he's a lil' grumpy that he has to wake up at the crack of dawn to start the road-trip, but at least he's not driving- and- more importantly, you're sitting next to him. you bring him peace that can never be broken. neither of you are the perfect choice to mess with in the morning, so being idle and appreciating the silence made him much more giddy with you, which wreaked chaos and unbelievable anxiety in his mind. though his nerves are unseen, he hesitantly shares his earphones with you, and with the way you compliment his hazy playlist, it made his heart flutter, starting his morning off with a burning engine. his first words in the whole trip was only to you: "this song reminds me of you." he whispered, taking out the earbud out your ear before he puts it back in. wave to earth, cute.

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• would never let you help,

lee heeseung himself doesn't believe in help, and his walls of pride were too high to even consider a pretty girl like you to help him with something he could impress you with. but the gas in the airbnb isn't lighting up, and he keeps complaining he's getting colder by the minute. you watch him, and eventually you yank off whatever is occupied in his hands. "i don't-" "i'm cold too." you stop his words before helping him. you finish the job for him, yet he doesn't say thank you, he walks off, annoyed and huffy.

eventually in the night, he whispers a sorry, pulling you aside as you watch the bonfire light against your friends' faces afar. what he gives you is his hoodie, putting it on you before tucking in your hair as he warns you: "don't take it off, i don't want you being cold. m'kay?" he tries to hide his smile, shrugging off his nerves until he's kept up awake at the thought of you being snuggly under his own scent.

was it his way of being sorry? you wonder, at this point you knew the boy enough to know that he liked you- maybe you're just waiting for him to show it.

• quiet observer, loud messages,

"did i do something to piss you off, hee?" are the words for heeseung to realise that you were quick on his tail. his eyes were practically stuck on you, waiting that'd you eventually talk or interact with him- praying-even; that you'd be just as stickily close to him like your other skin-ship friendships this night. but those words had broke sense to him that maybe his actions came out as aloof.

"i.. just wanted you to notice me." he whispers, blurting out his confession in a series of tiny words. his cold demeanour wasn't so cold on his cheeks, and his watery eyes and red ears worsened when you kissed him between his cheek and the corner of his lips. "if you wanted some love, always ask from now on." you say back, and he nods, flustered. his only regret was to beg for you to kiss right where his lips were. the rest of the trip was glee to heeseung, smiling uncontrollably, bantering with the guys, and later on asking to be more physical, cuddling you, playing with your hair and eventually being warm and fuzzy on your neck, sweet. he doesn't know what you and him are after that, but he's so surely determined to make you his.

𝘫𝘢𝘺…

• a man of service,

handsy is an understatement. you know how close you guys are regardless of the trip but, with a day so free and unrestricted, he rests his hands on your thighs like its no problem, not to mention he made you sit in the front with him as he drove. and likewise, he recognises your wisdom than others- so its best to have you with him as he makes every itinerary and packing decision. inseparable, you call it. love, the others know it. he'd be the first to know if you're sleepy or un-energetic amongst the group, and he'd be first to offer you food and little snacks as you guys visited sites and other places.

"i'm not hungry." you'd lie, and jay could see right through it. "say ahh!" he'd jokingly force you, and he'd hold you down to feed you anything until you wouldn't complain. "next time just ask if you wanted me to do feed you." since then, the others labelled any interaction between you as 'couple's quarrelling', and as much as it bothered you, you could see jay's demeanour unshaken by this.

"come with me to the nearest grocery store." he'd pull you up to keep him company, buying your favourite things even when you don't even say it. "how many do you want, y/n?" he'd ask, seriously. and when you say you don't want them, he'd chuck it in the cart anyway. you find that he's often getting others their favourite things, and doing favours for them as his love language, so nothing is different towards you.. right? you start to believe otherwise when he starts prepping the first night dinner, feeding you food as he cooks, only supplying you with the generous meats and the better sauces, while the remains end up with him or the younger friends. he'd make you sit on a stool, humming to the music setup adjacent to the kitchen as you guys were isolated from the others setting up their rooms and games. jay would only make you stay with him, keeping his peace intact when you were around, and if you left, he'd find you again to ask for help in the kitchen- when all you do is let him feed you. "how's it taste?" he asks, looking down into your eyes before licking his thumb and wiping the little stain off your lips. "tastes.. like love in a plate." you reply, smiling sweet as he backs away, smiling to himself. "good."

• not satisfied til' you are,

jay was not happy when you received a few cuts and scratches after scraping your hands on the rocky coral by the third day of the trip. the beach was relaxing, yet his world had sirens blasting with his eyes alert constantly watching and looking out for you- not to mention how good you looked. he pretty much made it clear that if someone were first to approach you, it would be their last.

though he may not be the one to softly tell you that he cares, he shows it. "don't be a stupid idiot and do that again." he warns as he wraps your hand, and when he sees your doe eyes and watery rims reflect against him he falters, securing your wound with a little peck as he hides away his blush- making sure know one else saw what he did.

"there, better?" he asks, and you nod, wrapping your hands around his arm. you stuck by him like glue, and he didn't mind- infact, this was the most you've been so quiet and so yearning for him- so he was ecstatic, off his head, especially when he started talking back to the guys. later in the night you took your courage to approach his room in the cabin, knocking on his door.

"jjong." you call his nickname, and just by the knock he instantly takes you in, breathy as he'd realised he'd taken you in too quickly and awkwardly. "y-you called?" he asks, his hair half wet as he had finished his shower. "i think i like you." you boldly confess over your fumble of words. jay wildly smiles, poking his tongue in his cheek as he looks around the room, avoiding your eyes as you stand there, meek. "you do?" were the first words he responded to you. when you nodded, it was over; his hands were all over you. no one questioned why you weren't in your room that night, instead they mentally cheered that you magically woke up in jay's.

SUNGHOON AND JAKE! ★>>

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[innieseong]

“𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠”

✧꡴ - 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐛𝐟!𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧꡴ - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 & 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✧꡴ - 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 -𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

✧꡴ - 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟏.𝟐𝐤 (𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐤 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 .. :𝟑)

✧꡴ - 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, (𝐟. 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩??

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 .. 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲.

✢ - 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

✢ - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

✢ - @innieseong

✧꡴ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟐 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 .. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐨, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :𝟑 (𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝:𝟑)

✧꡴

Jay woke up to the soft glow of sunlight creeping through the curtains, his mind still heavy with sleep. He shifted slightly, feeling the warmth beside him before he even opened his eyes. Turning his head, his heat warmed.

You were there, lying next to him, your face calm and relaxed in sleep. For a second, he just stared, the steady rise and fall of your breathing pulling him fully into the moment. Your hair was a little messy, splayed out across the pillow, and there was a peacefulness in your expression that made his chest tighten.

Jay’s large hand slid lazily down your side, fingertips tracing idle patterns against your smooth skin. He hummed low in his throat, nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck to breathe in more of that intoxicating floral scent. Vanilla and jasmine, with just a hint of something uniquely you...it made his head swim in the best way.

A sleepy murmur tumbled from your lips, your brow furrowing slightly as if trying to surface from the haze of slumber. Jay watched with hooded eyes, thoroughly entranced by the play of emotions flitting across your face - the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, that small pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

His hand continued its teasing path lower, tracing over the dip of your belly before venturing down to cup your mound. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the soft dampness even through the thin barrier of your panties. Growling low in his throat, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and tugged them down your legs, baring you completely to his hungry gaze.

"Shit..." Jay rasped out, voice rough with lust. He parted your thighs, settling himself between them as he used his knees to spread you wide open. The visual alone was almost enough to make him come undone - your glistening folds, swollen and inviting, just begging to be tasted. He had to swallow thickly, blinking away the haze of desire clouding his vision.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight - swollen lips parted invitingly, slick with your arousal. The tempting scent of your musk filled his nostrils, making his cock throb almost painfully against his sweats.

"Fuck...look at this pretty little cunt..." he rasped out, voice gravelly with lust. "Bet you taste even sweeter than you smell, angel face."

Grasping your hips for leverage, Unable to resist any longer, he ducked his head, dragging the flat of his tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. He groaned at the taste of you - sweet and tangy. The flavor burst across his tongue, making his body shudder with pleasure.

Throwing himself into it, he sealed his mouth over your clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips as he flicked his tongue rapidly over it. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on your sleeping face, watching the way your brow furrowed, how you bit your lip to stifle the moans he could feel rumbling through you.

"Mmmph...that's it, baby. Gonna make you feel so' good..." Jay mumbled against your heated flesh, the words slightly muffled. He lapped at you hungrily, tongue delving deep to gather up every drop of your sweet nectar.

At the same time, he slid both hands beneath your thighs, tilting your pelvis upwards so he could thrust his tongue deep into your entrance.

He fucked you with his tongue - a filthy, obscene sound that filled the quiet bedroom. Jay lapped and slurped at you, reveling in the way you squirmed and clenched around the invasive muscle. Every now and then he'd pull back, blowing cool air over your swollen clit before diving back in, alternating between broad licks and targeted flicks.

He could feel his own arousal growing, cock throbbing insistently where it lay trapped against in his sweats. But he ignored it for now, determined to bring you to the edge first. To make you come undone on his tongue before he even thought about sliding into your tight, wet heat. Jay was nothing if not a patient man when it came to pleasuring his woman...

Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as you surfaced from the haze of sleep. It took a moment for you to register the sensation of Jay’s mouth on your most intimate parts, his tongue lapping hungrily at your slick folds. A breathy gasp escaped your lips when realization hit, back arching off the bed as a jolt of electric pleasure shot through your core.

He glanced up at you through his lashes, mouth still working between your thighs as he drank in the sight of you - cheeks flushed, lips parted, gaze hazy with pleasure.

"Mornin'..." he rasped out, voice still rough and gravelly with sleep. He smirked, the self-satisfied expression clear even with his face buried in your cunt. "And here I thought you were gonna sleep right through me eating this pretty pussy of yours."

One hand flew down to tangle in his hair, fingers twisting in the silky strands as you tried to ground yourself. It was almost too much, waking up to him between your thighs like this, his skilled mouth driving you rapidly towards the edge.

Jay merely hummed in response, the vibrations sending delicious shivers racing down your spine. He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deep to fuck your hole as he sucked hard on your clit. The filthy wet sounds of his ministrations filled the room, punctuated by your breathy moans and whimpers as you squirmed beneath him.

"Let me hear those sweet little noises..." Jay mumble against your slick flesh, the words muffled but no less arousing. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding her open and exposed as he feasted on you like a man starved. He was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, tongue and lips working in tandem to drive you wild with need.

He could feel her growing more aroused by the second, the evidence of her desire coating his tongue and dripping down his chin. The knowledge that he was the one causing such a reaction in her never failed to turn him on, his cock throbbing insistently against the bed.

You could feel the scrape of his slight stubble, the hot puffs of his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh with each pass of his tongue. It was almost too much to bear, the intensity of it, but you didn't want him to stop. Couldn't stop the needy little moans and whimpers spilling from your lips.

"Oh god...Yes...Just like that..." you panted out, hips rolling instinctively to meet his eager mouth.

"F-fuck...that feels...nngh..." You squirmed, unashamed in your need. You learned by now that Jay loved it when you were vocal, when you let him hear just how good he made you feel. So you didn't hold back, hips rolling shamelessly against his face as you chased your pleasure. There was something so erotic about watching him between your thighs, seeing the way his eyes glazed over with lust as he devoured you.

"Baby, I'm...I'm gonna...shit!" Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left you shaking and gasping for breath. Your thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place as you rode out the aftershocks, grinding against his tongue through the intensity. When you finally collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving, Jay was still there - still lapping at your oversensitive flesh, drawing out every last spark of pleasure until you were boneless and sated.

Feeling your shuddering thighs relax their vice grip on his head, he finally pulled back with a lewd slurp, licking his lips to savor the lingering taste of your essence. A smug, satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he crawled up your body, settling his weight on top of you.

"Mornin' again, gorgeous..." he rasped, voice still husky from his ministrations between your legs. Jay nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing a few lazy kisses to your racing pulse point. "I could get used to waking up to the taste of this sweet pussy every day."

Jay pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with desire. A lazy smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingertips trailing lightly over your cheek.

"Mmm, as much as I love starting the day with my face buried in this sweet cunt, we should probably think about getting up, don't you think?" he murmured, voice like gravel. "Though I gotta say, staying in bed with you all day sounds pretty damn tempting right about now."

To emphasize his point, he rolled his hips, grinding his pulsing cock against you in a slow, deliberate motion. The friction made him hiss through his teeth, eyes fluttering shut briefly as pleasure jolted through him. When he opened them again, they were molten with renewed hunger.

"But I suppose we should at least pretend to be responsible adults for a little while, huh angel?" He chuckled lowly, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before reluctantly pulling away to sit up. "How about some breakfast? I'll whip us up something good if you come keep me company in the kitchen."

He offered you his hand, an unspoken invitation. Even after all this time together, the simple act of touching him still sent a thrill down your spine. Jay’s skin was warm, rough with calluses where his fingers brushed against your own. He had an effortless strength to him, borne from years of physical labor, and you never failed to find it incredibly attractive.

"C'mon, beautiful..." Jay cajoled with a wink, giving your hand a gentle tug. "Let's see if we can't rustle up some grub that'll stick to our ribs. Gotta keep our energy up if we're gonna be spending all day in bed later, yeah?"

✧꡴

✧꡴

[im-yn-suckers]

bf!enha x latina!reader; how enhypen would be with a latina girlfriend! -pure fluff!- warnings; booty smacking, kissing, boobies

heeseung

bro loves ur boobs. most latinas have bigger chests (not me tho stay safe.) so when ure laying down, expect this goofvball to lay on your tits

would call you mami pt 1

along w titties, i feel like hed also like butts. like imagine ure standing in the kitchen and he comes up behind u, pinches ur butt, then backhugs you. like-

all latinas have very beautiful bodies, but if youre like a curvier one with a waist and thighs, bros on his knees.

jay

now we know bros a chef so hed def try andn make some foods from where ur from!!

adores everypart of you for sure!!

personall when someone says 'mi amor' it kinda cringes me out idk why. so if youre lkike me, hed def say it just to see u cringe

not related but would let you bite him ^^

jake

calls you mami pt2

butt lover pt 2

a lot of latinas looks really good in low rise jeans w the white outline(not me tho stay safe pt 2) yk eat im talking ant right. neway, bros on his kness pt2

will wear "i heart my hot latina gf" shirt

will go to a baile or like ur fams bday party and will be the one dragging you to dance

sunghoon

ngl this is hard. but hed for sure but u the flare pants bc all latinas look good in those. the forbidden pants are a big pass only bc the pattern

loves big booty latinas and will wear shirts that say it

latinas never admit they were wrong. and neither does he. good lucl fr

cant forget he loves kissing you bc the lips??? th full lips??? the plump lips??

sunoo

food lover!!! hed actually love all the food.

'baby do you have anymore of those chips' after eating an entire bag of takis (most latinas eat hot vheetos but hot cheetos are basic)

two psychotic hot ppl in love for sure

qnother one whi loves kissies >3<

jungwon

'babe, what does chinga tu madre mean?' only tellhim if he swears to use it apporpriately not just say it for fun ToT

yk those thread braclets with beads and charms on it. yea bro would wear it

will say youre crazy and when you freak *not all latinas are like this* hell def get scared

niki

another food one

calls you mami pt 3 "WHO IS THAT FINE ASS WOMAN STANDING RIGHT THERE"

butt lover pt 3 lays on your butt, squeezes your butt and smacks your butt.

tit lover pt 2 not in a sexual way. hed also lay on yout titties

eats hot cheetos with valentina w/o you

def calls you mi amor once again to cringe you out, bc he also cringes.

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୨୧ ENHYPEN AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE WITH YOU   ⊹  

❛　엔하이픈 ⋆ f!r + profanity, fluff, && 1399 wc ( 𝒞ATALOGUE !)

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 - physical touch

heeseung wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he sways you gently. you giggle, leaning back into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "you’re so clingy today," you tease, but you don’t move away. his hands slide down to your waist, pulling you even closer. "can’t help it, princess," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "i just wanna hold you forever." you turn in his arms to face him, your hands resting on his chest. "i wouldn’t mind that," you reply, your eyes locking with his. heeseung smiles, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. "good," he breathes, "because i’m not letting you go."

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 - acts of service

"baby, you don't have to do that," you say, watching jay carefully fold your laundry. he just grins at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "i want to," he replies softly. "you've had a long day, let me take care of you." he continues folding, making sure each piece is perfect. "you're too good to me," you mumble. jay finishes the last shirt and pulls you into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "i love you," he murmurs, holding you close. "taking care of you makes me happy.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 - quality time

"hey, let's go for a walk," jake suggests, his hand reaching out to yours with a soft smile. you glance at him, surprised but touched by the offer. "a walk? just the two of us?" you ask, and he nods eagerly. "yeah, just us, babe. i miss spending time with you," he admits, squeezing your hand gently. you both step outside. jake talks about his day, and you find yourself smiling at how he would be so excited to talk with you. "this is nice," you say softly, leaning into him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "yeah, it is," jake agrees, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i just love being with you, no matter what we're doing."

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 - physical touch

you’re sitting on the couch, feeling the weight of the day on your shoulders when sunghoon quietly slips in beside you. “hey, come here,” he whispers, pulling you into his arms without a second thought. you melt into his embrace. “you okay, baby?” he asks, his hand gently running up and down your back in slow, comforting strokes. you nod, but he knows better, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “i’m here, alright? just relax,” he murmurs, his fingers threading through your hair as you lean into him.

[en-lov3r]

No Holding Back | Jay Park

Pairing: Jokester! Jay Park x Victim! (you) reader Synopsis: Your coworker Jay keeps teasing you all the time, until you had enough and slapped him. Then one day, you saw him alone when you came to do your work in the office, but things soon started to unfold between you guys... Genre: Smut Warnings:: Teasing, jealousy, pussy licking, unprotected sex, hardcore sex, rough sex, slapping, fingering, creampie, not proofread, etc. Word Count: 3,617 words Note: This is a sequel side story to one of my recent stories "Elevator Ride," if you haven't read that, please go do!!!

Everyday was another day of being teased by your coworker, Jay. You entered the building, already predicting that Jay will start to annoy you as you sat in the seat next to him. Such thought made you filled with disgust and you rolled your eyes just thinking about it. You never knew why you were paired next to him, he was such a weirdo, always off goofing around, making jokes to people. You soon entered the elevator and went to the top floor. There you greeted your fellow coworkers and there he was, sitting next to your desk, smiling at you as he propped his arm against the desk and stared at you while you kept walking to that direction.

"Hey, what's up?" Jay smiled

"None of your business." You responded back so swiftly

"What's the matter, did I do something to offend you?" He said with such doe eyes

"Nothing. Nothing..." You sighed

"Ha. Okay I see how it is." He smirked

He minded his own business and started focusing on his work. For once, you were grateful. He always teased you in ways you thought you'd never imagined. There are times he would make fun of the way you sit. All poised. He would try and get a reaction out of you, times he didn't, times it did work. He would make fun of the way you type, all fast and rigorous, clanking on the keyboard, while he's barely getting work done. He also makes fun of the way you talk, all chitty-chatty to your co-workers when you call them. He would mimic your voice and mock you.

"Yeah, so I'm abouttt to go get some coffee right now girls~!" I said to my co-workers.

"Okay~ We will meet you there in the breakroom!"

"Girlsssssss~" He mimicked, snickering

You rolled your eyes. While he's hysterically laughing at you, enjoying the sight of you in plain disgust, while he claps his hands like a goofball, spinning his chair and sighing and smiling that he was able to tease you so good.

As soon as you were about to get up your chair, there you saw the man of your dreams, your hot boss, Sunghoon. He's the man everyone wants. He attracts all the ladies in the top floor. But you saw a girl next to him, all dazed. You noticed Sunghoon gesturing this new girl to one of our co-workers, you assumed it was probably Sunghoon's new assistant, since the old one got fired due to negligence, but the way Sunghoon stared at her, made you so envy. Sunghoon, a man who was of such handsomeness, so stoic, and poise, and has a good composure, looked to appear so casual and a bit weary to you. He kept adjusting his tie. It was weird his clothes looked ruffled, but so was hers... You saw the girl vanish into his office along with the co-worker and Sunghoon going in the opposite direction.

"Hey~ What's wrong? You've been staring at boss for some bit, you like him?" Jay snortled

"NO! I don't like him so shut up." You retaliated back

"Well, your eyes say otherwise."

You kept looking at Sunghoon until he vanished from your sight. You probably gave it away to Jay that you do like him because he peeked behind you until you made eye contact with him and he started sneering."

"You have a crushy crush on him don't you?"

"Your being annoying right now, just please stop?"

"Guys! Y/N has a crushy crush ON-"

Before he said something, you covered his mouth, he suddenly looked back at you. You wished to put duct tape over his mouth or put staples, just so he can be quiet. But just for a second, you actually noticed how quite attractive he was, his sharp nose, his cute ears, his hair half slicked, he just kept looking at you, with a surprised expression, bewildered that you shut his mouth, but his eyes smiled as he started licking your hand.

"Ew, gross!" You said as you pulled your hand away, you started wiping your hand on your handkerchief

"Relax, relax, I won't say a word."

"Well how can I tell if your telling the truth?"

"Just cause."

A few seconds later, Sunghoon was walking to his office, the way he walked with coolness in his balanced, as he strided with such calmness, so dignified, made your heart flutter even more. Only until it started to beat rapidly-

"Hey, Sunghoon!"

Your boss stopped and looked at your direction. You were already annoyed that Jay didn't call him boss or address him by Mister, but Sunghoon's piercing gaze sent an arrow to your heart, you felt like you wanted to die in shattering pieces. He looked so stoic, his face barely moved, but soon Jay tried ruining your day for you.

"Sheeeeeeeeee~"

You became silent.

"Likessssssssss~"

Your heart stopped, but your brain reacted quickly.

"Y-"

slap

Impulsively, You slapped him across the face. He was first manspreading on his chair until he bent his leg, bringing it towards his stomach as he flinched in pain, looking at you shockingly as he brang his hand to touch his red stinging face, scrunching.

You turned your head back to see Sunghoon disappear. It was still your guy's lunchtime so not that many people saw what happen, only a few did, peeking out their heads in worry. In fustration, you rushed to the elevator and clocked out your time. Once the elevator opened, you quickly got in, just to see Jay staring at you, his eyes watching your every move as he barely moved. You knew you left some stuff on your desk, but you didn't care, you knew how embarasssing it was that Sunghoon, your boss knows he likes you. All because of your coworker, Jay. You wanted to slap him so many times you kept breaking down in the elevator, tearing up. As soon as you got out of the building, you turned back to see the window on the top floor, just to see Jay waving at you, with cold blooded eyes. Chills went down your spine. You soon started replaying that moment in your head and thought it was too much, but he started laughing, as Sunghoon went near him, watching you too, in a dubious way . You instantly became furious as you rushed to the streets and to the way home as you arrived and began frantically opening the door and plopped your stuff besides the entrance inside as you went to the living room to the nearest couch, bawling your eyes out. You began to scream as you buried your face in the sofa, and began punching the floor, you soon began punching the pillows, just enough to take your anger out, imagining as if you were stabbing Jay instead. Exhaustedly, you fell to a crumble and cried through the pain, until it was the next day.

The next day, it was dark and cold. You blinked a couple of times before gazing to your right, where you plopped your phone on the floor. You got a message, this time it was from your boss. There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed. You instantly rose up and opened the message at the speed of light, knowing you left him on delivered just 2 hours ago, it said

Sunghoon: Hello Y/N, there needs to be paperwork that needs to be turned in from you, come today at night to finish, I need it by tomorrow.

Y/N: Okay Boss, I will keep note of that and come later this evening.

You noticed how distraught and a mess you are. Your bags everywhere, pillows in different areas of the house. Your clothes untidy and messy, you noticed that it was almost nearing evening and you instantly went to the bathroom to get ready, you washed your face and did your hair, you were too lazy to change your undergarments but you did put on a fresh suit of clothes, you began to pack the necessities and rushed out your home to the building. As soon as you were going to enter, you saw dim lights in the top, there must been someone working still you'd thought. You went to the elevator till it brang you to the top. From the elevator, the very opposite end of it is the desk where you and your partner, Jay, work at, nearby the window. When the elevators opened, who would've guessed, Jay was the only one at the building still in front of his computer.

You thought about what happened yesterday. You already skipped work this morning but the first person to see that was him made your week even worser than it was to begin with. He saw you, approaching to his direction, you sat on your desk, avoiding his hard gaze. You tried not to think about anything but finish the paperwork your boss requested you to do. As soon as you opened the pc, Jay grabbed your wrist forcefully and turned your chair towards him.

You gasped

"Hey listen, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, I didn't mean it, you know me with my jokes" He let out a chuckle

You pulled back your hand, startled, you began to tear up "Your apology isn't worth my time."

He saw you tearing up as his expression became sorrowful, his eyes with guilt. You wiped the tears off your hand as you began to continue your business. As his chair still faced you, you saw him in your peripheral vision, still looking down, in shame, his hands crossed on his lap. You didn't react. He was still like that until he did something you thought he would never do. He turned your cheek with his long big cold hands, and kissed your lips. You reacted, you pulled back in disgust, but he brang your head even closer, with both his hands, touching his lips, he kept slurping your lips until his kisses became addictive. Your eyes widened, you and him would never do anything like this, but you'd hate to admit, but he was a really good kisser. He kept slobbering you up, his hands touching your soft barren face as you guys closed your eyes, enjoying the intimacy. His kisses were obsessive, your tongues intertwined, saliva mingling as the kiss became too intense, it started to drip from your mouths. You clinged onto the chair while he softly touched your cheek, all the way down to your waist.

His tongue kept swirling inside your mouth as he carried you to the top of your desk, stationery items scattered, markers dropped to the floor, his body was against you, feeling his body heat against yours as he leaned towards you, still hooked onto your lips. His hands find place behind your waist as his tongue slipped past your lips, mingling with your own still. As his hands move to your hips, he was humming against your lips before pulling away breathless, needing to catch his breath as you were in no better state than he was.

"You still hate me?" He smiled worringly, panting

"Oh, just shut up you jerk."

"Let's get this off for ya." He smirks, as he undoes each single button, quickly opening your collared shirt as he left it resting on your shoulders, his eyes opened wide, seeing your chest, and waist. He cowered his head and began fiddling with your nipples and sucking on them, still looking at you with such lustful eyes. "You're such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?" He asks with a prominent smirk, his eyes raking over your body with it being the first time he’s seen me this close to naked.

Feeling your cheeks heat up at the attention and staring, you quickly move your hands to his suit, as you began undoing the tie, gripping onto it and pulling it off his shoulder and throwing it onto the floor.

"My hands hurt." you mumbled

"The less clothes, the better." He grinned as you pull open his collared shirt, pressing your lips against his feverishly, your hands explore the lines of his torso, along his chest as you trace over his body.

He took a step back, saliva dripping between our mouths as a drop fell to the ground. You cannot help but noticed his hard rock abs, so defined you can't help but gawk so foolishly.

"You like what you see huh?" he chuckled as he began to unnzip and undress his pants, staring at you with such flirty eyes, as he began to take a step out of them, revealing such strong muscular legs, his calves making you salivate at the sight of them. You soon began to glance at his underwear, such white boxer briefs as it encapsulates around his thighs, his bulge so big it needed to be let out.

Before he was able to do anything, you spreaded your legs, looking at him with such eyes as he began rubbing his bulge with his big hands, biting his lips while looking at you with such enticing eyes, he made you feel a bit wet down there. You began to unzip your pants as he came closer and closer, where he began to help you out by pulling your pants away from your torso, just to reveal a naked sight for him to see, your pussy.

"God fucking damn" He tittered as he lowered his body just to see your bright pink pussy. As his face came closer, his hot breaths you felt against your clit, without any hesitation, Jay ate your pussy like a starved man, wrapping his lips around your clit as his tongue kept flickering inside out. Your legs wrapped around his head as he buried himself into it. You bite your lips, trying to hold back pleasured moans as it sent a spark licking up your spine. Without further ado, he sat at your seat, his legs spread as he looked at you and back down, pointing at his bulge. You knew exactly what you wanted.

You lowered yourself from your desk and plopped your hands on his thighs, he couldn't wait for you to suck his dick. He was holding back. You moved his hands to his crotch, he reacted in the slightest bit, his eyes squinted at your touch. But that didn't stop you, you began sucking on his bulge, saliva dripping from your mouth, his bulge absorbing that sticky substance until his underwear became transparent, showing that flesh colored skin of his. He winced as you bite his underwear, tugging it down till it revealed a big juicy cock, standing up, looking at it as if it was the building and his juicy shaft was the top floor. You became amazed, gagged even, wondering if this was even possible to fit inside you. You wanted it so bad you started sucking it. You kept sucking his cock up and down, gagging on it, choking on it, spitting on it, you can't have enough of it, you sucked it so good he began to grip onto the chair, his legs up as he tried to control himself.

"MmHmm, f-fuck that feels so good Y/N. O-Ouh, you know how to suck a cock."

"T-thank you." I said slurping, gasping out of breath, feeling praised

He was a moaning mess. He gripped your hair and moved your head up and down until you gag cause it hit the back of your throat. But that wasn’t enough to make him cum and you were determined to do so. You massaged his thighs and then his balls while bobbing your head up and down.

"I- I'm almost fucking there." He moaned.

After awhile, he hits climax and shoots ropes of cum all over your mouth and without a doubt you lick all of it off, smiling. He pulled you into a kiss again and brang you up on his lap.

"I'm not fucking done yet." he huffed

He expected you to take that cock of his inside yourself. You sat on him as you were going to try take it all in. It was so big that you almost couldn’t fit all of it in. Your pussy slowly engulfed his cock, so tight, he couldn't take it anymore.

“Fuck! You're so tight…” he groaned.

“Not my fault… You’re so big…” you groaned in reply.

"Ha. My cock must feel better than boss right?" He grunted

"No it doesnt." I flinched in pain

"So you got fucked by boss first? than me?"

"NO?, wha-"

He started thrusting his cock, as he had an angry expression on his face, more so torment. His cock began sliding in and out it started making you feel so good. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you enjoyed riding on his dick.

"O-Oh m-mY F-Fu- Fu-cking, gOD?!" You moaned in pleasure

"You fucking like that? You slut? Who knew my partner was such a fucking whore for this cock of mine? Say it, say that my cock is better than boss."

He started rapidly fucking, his crotch hitting against the back of my butt as it started making squishy sounds. His cock was so big it was going to rearrange my guts.

"Yesss~! Your cock is better than boss!"

"That's what I fucking like to hear, ha." He moaned as he pulled you in for a kiss, fucking hard that you were about to squirt on him.

"I'm going to fucking squirt, fuck!"

"Not yet, not fucking yet. I'm still not reaching climax." He raised his stalliion like legs up, and plopped you on the table.

"Turn." He said so hastily

You obeyed. You did what he said. But his cock still inside you was enough to almost made you have an orgasm. You couldn't believe it, you became a slut for Jay.

"Get ready." He said with a stern voice

He put his hand on your mouth. As he began tapping that pussy. While the other hand he grabbed a fistful of your hair and started yanking it, connecting it to the front of his chest, "Say that Jay's cock is the best." He growled into your ear. "Say it."

"Jay's cock is the best!"

"Louder."

"Jay's cock is the besttt!"

"Can't- fucking- hear- you."

"JaY's CoCK is the BeST!" You muffled through his hand, the sound so audible it reached to his ears.

He let go of your hair, as he put his middle finger inside of your clit, ramming it as well as his cock, circling it in synchrony along with his thrusts. You began feeling dizzy as your head spun with his cock inside you, jamming it in all directions inside.

He gets right up close to your ear, breathing onto your neck.

"Keep your pussy open, that's fucking right, open your legs wide for me, gonna fuck you until your hole is filled."

He smacked my ass, let a loud slap as it reverberated across the whole room,.

Grabbing your throat tightly, he forces you to turn your head to face him. “I’m gonna make you beg for mercy, my bitch.” He says in a low deep exhausted voice.

Your tiny cunt is continuously jackhammered and stretched by Jay's long hard cock as he started to fuck really hard. His hips started to rock back and forth fast, slamming that cock inside. Pushing your guts further in and fucking you until your eyes come out.

"Oh.. F-fuck, baby here it comes!"

He soon was about to cum. You couldn't take it anymore. Oxygen barely reach your body. You were exhausted, he was too, you barely was able to breathe. Ropes of semen began reaching inside your pussy. Soon afterwards, you began squirting, it splashed everywhere, onto his face, his dick, you felt so good. Then cum started leaking out your cunt, as he rested his head against your back, feeling his warm kisses as he began to rest his face, you leaning on the desk from his weight. Reaching ecstasy, you saw him plop back on the chair, his cock taken out as more cum began dripping out, feeling satisfied, he took you with him, him feeling the weight of your body, bodily fluids smacked between you guys. Feeling his hand wrap around your throat he suddenly sighed in relief, giving you a promise you needed to keep he heaved, "I- I- didn't tell boss you liked him, because I liked you Y/N"

"W-what?" You tiredly said, while cum is dripping out slowly from you onto the desk, then to the floor

"I- I told him we just had a little argument and I said that I was going to take care of your paperwork yesterday and now today, but he said he was gonna call you in to do half of your paperwork at least." he puffed

"Oh Jay" you winded

"I've always liked you Y/N."

Jay stared at you from behind as you turned your head again, he started smiling at you, his face all sweaty, his hair now turning into bangs. You took into consideration as you glared softly at him, looking at his handsome face, you grabbed his sharp jawline and kissed him again, him all shocked, he closed his eyes as he kissed you back too, you then gave a response he'll always remember.

"I've always liked you too." You said with a smile

Jay's eyes lightened up as his cock became hard again. You chuckled as he grinned and kissed you right back so sloppily. You guys soon afterward began to fuck like horses for the rest of the evening till night, until the sunrise.

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♯♡ Jealousy

Pairing: Enhypen¡Hyungline x fem¡reader

Synopsis: Enhypen¡Hyungline as your husband when they got drunk out of jealousy.

Content: mention of ex boyfriend, alcohol, jealousy, kisses, comfort, I don’t know what this is.

Heeseung:

You come home to find Heeseung slouched on the couch, a bottle of wine next to him, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be found. His eyes lift lazily to yours, and there’s something off in his expression.

“Had fun tonight?” he mumbles, looking at you with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess. It was just a work thing, nothing big,” you say, confused by his tone.

Heeseung scoffs softly, taking another sip from his glass. “That coworker of yours… he seemed to be enjoying himself though, huh?”

You blink in surprise. “What? Are you jealous? Heeseung, he’s just a colleague.”

Heeseung turns to face you fully, the frustration clear in his eyes, though his voice wavers. “I know that, but you were smiling at him like he was the funniest guy in the room. I couldn’t stop thinking… what if someone else makes you happier than I do?”

You move closer, sitting next to him and gently taking the glass from his hand. “Heeseung, you’re my husband. No one could ever replace you, let alone make me happier. Why didn’t you just talk to me instead of drinking alone?”

He rubs his temples, sighing. “I don’t know. I guess I was scared… and stupid. I just couldn’t help but feel jealous.”

You gently cup his face, making him meet your eyes. “You have nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’re the only one I want.”

Jay:

When you walk into the house, you immediately notice Jay sitting at the dining table, a glass of whiskey in hand and a tense look on his face. You can feel the tension from across the room.

“Had a good time catching up with your friend?” Jay asks, not looking at you.

“It was fine,” you answer cautiously, setting your things down. “Why do you sound so upset?”

Jay finally turns to you, his eyes clouded with a mix of jealousy and something deeper. “I’m not upset,” he says, his tone betraying his words. “I just… couldn’t help but think about how you used to date that guy. And now you’re out there smiling and laughing with him like it’s no big deal.”

You sigh, walking over to sit across from him. “Jay, that was years ago. He’s nothing to me now but business partners. You know that, right?”

Jay laughs bitterly, rubbing his temples. “Yeah, I know. But seeing you with him… I don’t know. I got jealous. What if he still has feelings for you?”

“Jay,” you say softly, reaching out to take his hand, “you’re my husband. You’re the only one I want to be with. I wouldn’t have married you if I had any doubts about that.”

He looks down at your hands, his grip tightening slightly. “I just love you so much… I don’t want anyone else even thinking they still have a chance with you.”

You smile gently and move closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “No one does. You’re the only one I love.”

Jake:

When you come home, you find Jake sprawled out on the couch, a few empty beer bottles on the table. His usual bright expression is replaced with a lazy, slightly drunk smile.

“There she is,” he says, sitting up clumsily. “How was the party? Did your boyfriend keep you company?”

You furrow your brows, sensing the jealousy laced in his words. “Jake, it was just a work party. I wasn’t with him all night. And boyfriend? Guess you forgot to put ‘ex’. ”

Jake shrugs, his smile fading slightly. “Yeah, whatever, you guys were talking. Laughing, having a good time. I bet he was thinking about how he could have gotten you.”

You sit beside him, shaking your head. “Jake, you have nothing to worry about. He’s just a work colleague. That’s all.”

He reaches for your hand, his grip a little tighter than usual, his eyes reflecting the insecurity he’s feeling. “I know I’m being dumb, but… I don’t want to lose you. Not to anyone, especially someone from your past.”

You squeeze his hand gently, pulling him into a hug. “Jake, I’m not going anywhere. You’re my husband, and I love you. No one could ever take your place.”

He leans into you, sighing deeply as he wraps his arms around you. “Promise?”

You smile, kissing the top of his head. “Promise.”

Sunghoon:

Sunghoon’s sitting in the living room when you get home, sipping on a glass of wine. He looks calm, but the tension in his shoulders gives away the fact that something’s bothering him.

“Had a good time?” he asks, his voice quiet but pointed.

You sit down across from him, confused. “Yeah, it was fine. What’s going on, Sunghoon?”

He takes another sip of his wine before setting the glass down with a little too much force. “You were talking to that guy for a while. Looked like you were really enjoying yourself.”

Realizing where this was coming from, you lean forward. “Sunghoon, you’re not jealous, are you?”

His jaw tightens, and he looks away. “Why wouldn’t I be? He was looking at you like… like he could just take you away from me.”

You move closer, reaching out to take his hand. “No one can take me away from you. You’re my husband, and I love you. That guy? He doesn’t matter.”

Sunghoon’s eyes soften, though he still looks a bit unsure. “I know that… but it’s hard not to feel jealous. I just can’t stand the thought of someone else even imagining they could have you.”

You smile gently, cupping his face. “You don’t have to worry about that. I chose you, Sunghoon, and I’ll choose you every day.”

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes. “You better keep your promise.”

You press a kiss to his lips, smiling against them. “Yes, I will.”

[hazelira]

dada, no more other babies!

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

The TV screen flickered with bright colours, and the cheerful intro song of The Return of Superman played as the cameras panned to four familiar faces: Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon.  

When the fathers agreed to participate in the show, excited to showcase their parenting skills, it had been all fun and games. Spending the day with adorable kids, playing in the park, and feeding them snacks was heartwarming. Harmless.  

Or so they thought.  

Because back at home, their babies were not happy.  

Haneul sat in the middle of the living room rug, arms crossed, her tiny lips pouted in deep betrayal. The toddler had been giggling moments before, curled up in Heeseung’s lap. But the moment the show aired, and she saw her daddy holding a random little girl’s hand, Haneul gasped in horror.  

"Daddy!!!" she shrieked, scrambling up to her feet. "No!! No, no, no!" She pointed an accusing finger at the screen, wobbling in anger. "Dada mine!!"  

Sitting beside her on the couch, Jay's daughter had initially been too busy munching on a snack to care. But then the TV showed her daddy tying some other kid’s shoes. Her tiny hands froze mid-air; Chip forgot. She blinked.  

And then she was wailing.  

"Daddy, no love me??" she sobbed dramatically, dropping onto her side and kicking her legs.  

Jake’s daughter, ever the observant one, watched in stunned silence as her dad lifted a random little boy onto his shoulders. Her lips trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears. She clutched onto the hem of her onesie. "Up, up?" she whispered, her voice wobbling.  

Sunghoon’s son had been staring at the screen with narrowed eyes, processing the sight of his father laughing and playing with a child that wasn’t him. The betrayal settled in slowly, his toddler brain working through the injustice.  

Then, with a quiet huff, he grabbed his plushie, marched up to the TV, and smacked it. "No."  

When the four fathers finally arrived home after filming, they were met with pure toddler fury.  

Haneul refused to let Heeseung put her down, clinging to him like a baby koala. "No more other babies!" she declared, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt possessively. Every time he tried to set her down, she screamed.  

Jay sat frozen on the couch, his daughter curled up in his lap, her little hands squishing his cheeks together. "Only my dada," she sniffled. "No more sharing."  

Jake groaned as his daughter climbed up his body, desperately reaching for him. "Up, up, up, up, up!" she chanted, pulling at his sleeves until he had no choice but to carry her. The moment she settled in his arms, she clung to him like she feared he'd disappear again.  

And Sunghoon? He sighed, rubbing his temples as his son sat before him, glaring with big, tear-filled eyes. "Dada fix."  

Sunghoon blinked. "Fix what?"  

His son pointed at the TV, where the episode was replaying. "Fix. No more baby."  

The fathers shared a look of pure exhaustion—but deep down, they couldn't help but melt at how much their little ones adored them.  

That night, bedtime was a nightmare. None of the toddlers would let go. Haneul snuggled into Heeseung’s chest like a baby bear, Jay’s daughter had his arm locked in a death grip, Jake’s little girl refused to stop chanting “up,” and Sunghoon’s son had somehow managed to hold onto both of his dad’s ears while sleeping.  

And honestly? The dads didn’t mind one bit.  

After all, nothing in the world—not even reality TV—could ever replace their love for their little ones.  

(Maybe they'd think twice next time before playing with another kid on camera.)  

The following day, the fathers were all sleep-deprived, their bodies sore from the toddler clinginess marathon of the previous night. Heeseung yawned, stretching with Haneul still curled up on his chest, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around him. She hadn’t let him go all night, and every time he tried to move, she’d snuggle closer, muttering, "No more other babies, Dada."

Jay’s daughter had done the same to him. She’d held his arm hostage all night, her face buried against his side as if afraid he’d vanish into thin air. “Daddy, no leave,” she’d whispered repeatedly in her sleep.

Jake was no better. His daughter, still wrapped around his neck like a koala, had refused to let him go even when he tried to get out of bed. “Dada, stay,” she’d declared firmly, her little hands pressing against his skin like she was trying to fuse them.

Sunghoon was in a similar position, with his son tucked into the crook of his arm, his tiny feet kicking softly in his sleep. "Dada, no other babies," the little one had murmured in his sleep, just like the others.

The dads gathered in the living room, their tired eyes meeting over steaming mugs of coffee. They all shared a collective sigh of defeat.

“I think we broke them,” Heeseung muttered, his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep. Haneul, sitting in his lap, nodded solemnly. “Dada, no leave,” she said, her eyes wide with accusation.

Jay chuckled weakly. “They were jealous when they saw us with other kids on TV. They won’t let us breathe without them clinging to us now.”

Sunghoon scratched his head, a small smile tugging at his lips despite exhaustion. “I think it’s cute. But we may need to start finding ways to have some space.”

Jake rubbed his temples. “I tried to make breakfast, and my daughter refused to let me out of her sight. It was like a hostage situation.”

The sound of tiny feet pattering across the room interrupted their conversation. Haneul was the first to stand, her little hands balled into fists, and her eyes narrowed with determination. “Dada!” she demanded, pulling at Heeseung’s shirt. “No play with other babies again!”

Jay’s daughter joined in, waddling up to him, pulling on his sleeve with an urgent cry. “Daddy, no leave again! Only me!”

Jake’s daughter followed suit, reaching for him with wide, pleading eyes. “Up, up, Dada! Up!”

Sunghoon’s son stood before him, his pout deepening as he pointed at the TV, where the episode from the show was still playing in the background. “No more, baby!” he declared firmly, his hands on his hips.

The dads exchanged looks. They all had the same thought running through their minds: Our kids have never been this clingy before.

Heeseung sighed dramatically as Haneul clung tighter to him. “Alright, alright. No more playing with other babies on TV. You’re the only one for me, princess,” he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate.  

Jay’s daughter immediately brightened at his words, snuggling into his chest with a satisfied hum. “Me only,” she whispered back.  

Jake’s daughter beamed up at him. “Dada, stay. No more baby, just me!” she said, her hands gripping his neck tightly.  

Sunghoon chuckled softly, lifting his son onto his lap. “Okay, okay. No more playing with other babies. I’m all yours, little one.”  

It wasn’t long before the dads found themselves wrapped around their toddlers, each of their little ones determined to claim their full attention. And honestly, they didn’t mind at all.  

Heeseung looked down at Haneul, her eyes sparkling with love. “You’re my world, Neul,” he whispered. She responded by squeezing him tighter, her tiny fingers pressing against his chest. “Dada, stay,” she murmured sleepily.  

Jay’s daughter let out a contented sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Daddy, stay forever,” she murmured, her voice full of trust and comfort.  

Jake’s daughter wrapped her arms around him again, her legs hooked around his waist. “I love you, Dada,” she said softly, her voice filled with innocence.  

Sunghoon’s son snuggled deeper into his arms, his eyelids fluttering as he whispered, “Dada’s mine. No more babies.”  

The dads smiled, their hearts full. Despite the chaos and the toddler demands, there was nothing more fulfilling than the love of their little ones.  

As the day wore on, the toddlers remained glued to their dads’ sides, each one taking turns showering their dads with hugs and kisses, not allowing them to leave their sight for a single second. Even though the dads were exhausted, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride and joy knowing that their babies loved them so much.  

The dads learned one vital lesson that day:  

It wasn’t about the other kids or the camera crews. The only kids that mattered were the ones who called them Dada.  

And nothing, not even a reality show, could compare to that kind of love.  

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BROTHERS BSF JAY TEXTS

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synopsis ' dating your brothers best friend

warnings: cursing, mentions of being the other woman, pet names, kissing, sex jokes, joonie being yns face claim, i’m not funny el oh el!

pairings: brothers bsf!jay x female reader

thoughts frm yuya 💭 texting post to commemorate me being done with my major exams hehe expect more writings coming soon 😈

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