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[jakeyuni]

ready? set…touchdown! tutor? | s. jaeyun

“he smiled at you as if you were the only person in the world. unknowingly to you, it’s because you were, in fact, the only person for jake.”

SYNOPSIS › you’d always known jake sim as the unbelievably handsome and smart jock/student that sat next to you in your advanced psychology class. similar to you, jake had always pined over you silently. so what happens when jake becomes your assigned tutor for the very class he’s your seat partner in and when a yearbook editorial feature causes [forces] you to get to know the boy better? complete, and utter, chaos—as the both of you deal through your growing feelings for one another.

PAIRINGS › tutor+football jock!jake x fem!yearbook photographer/editor reader

TROPE › mutual pining, friends + tutor & his tutee —> lovers

GENRES › fluff, slight crack, pretty heavy angst at times !!

WARNINGS › profanity, reader has slight anxiety/self-doubt/insecurity issues, jake is conflicted with his feelings, jake & reader high key suck at communicating which leads to issues, lots of cheesy lines, slow-burn tbh, reader & jake are very smart—y/n is just struggling, most importantly: heartthrob football jake who also doubles as a hot nerd ;)

EXTRAS › i suggest you read because it includes a steamy kiss at the end (pretend to be surprised) + but with a twist ;), oh also because it involves the high school football game experience [like the scene from the hilary duff cinderella movie!].

WORD COUNT › 10.2k+

PLAYLIST › hold on — flor, tek it — cafuné, sunsetz — c.a.s, car crash — eaJ, pluto projector — rex orange county

AUTHOR’S NOTE › goshh i really do hope this fic lives up to your expectations because i’m in love w the final product! enjoy :)

AT 8 AM SHARP EVERYTHING MORNING, JAKE SIM WOULD STARE AT THE DOOR, AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL.

he’d observe the entrance of your psychology class every day and hope you weren’t absent. thankfully for him, you didn’t dare miss school unless you were actually sick. which to his delight, was rare. school had always been one of your top priorities, and jake had always admired you for your ambition.

every morning when you walked in, the gust of the wind from the windows open from the opposite side of the classroom would cause your hair to blow as you walked to your seat. a million fireworks would go off in jake’s head, as well as in his heart while he watched you slide into the seat beside him, giving you a nod. you smiled in response every time, even if you weren’t feeling like it that day.

every now and then, if jake was lucky, he’d smoothly slide close enough to you so that his elbow could touch yours. though you never moved upon the contact, you’d take note of how often he’d do it.

likewise, you wished he would never stop. because you were so attracted to jake sim, it sometimes gave you a stomach ache when you stayed up at night, daydreaming about what could maybe one day be.

if only he wasn’t the star quarterback of your school, along with being an insanely smart and sociable person. then you’d maybe think that you’d have a chance with him.

but with all the girls and cheerleaders that flocked around him, seeing him as a mere piece of prey for them to fiend on, you never bothered considering the odds.

oh, but if only you knew that jake wanted you just as much as you did him. perhaps then, you’d be together by now. but that’s not the way this story goes, now does it?

you swore you were about to throw up or at least faint. you paced the small space of the bathroom stall as you rehearsed your lines over and over again for your interview for the yearbook photo editor position. why did you think it was a good idea to apply for the photo editor position again? oh right, college applications.

you took in deep breaths just as fast as you let them out in an attempt to calm your nerves. feeling content with your less heated state, you pull out your phone to check the time. shit, it’s almost 4. i better head over to the yearbook room.

your walk to the room consists of self pep talk and fixing your blouse to make yourself look presentable. you had to have this position sealed on your transcript. you definitely knew you were capable, but this position was competitive and there were lots of candidates, making you less hopeful.

you walk into the yearbook staff office with your head held high and some of your practice photo shots placed between your torso and arm that you’d taken to show your work and potential to the interviewer—a senior whose position you’d be taking since she decided she had too much on her plate for her last year. this news made for an excessive amount of buzz for the underclassman, considering they all wanted her spot and would give anything for it.

you come face to face with the senior outside of the door, shin ryujin, who recognized you for your promptness almost immediately. ryujin wasted no time in getting down to business while you followed suit, taking a seat in front of the desk.

“alright, ms.y/l/n. tell me a bit about yourself. what made you want this position in yearbook out of all the organizations?”

you took in a sharp breath and smiled wide. “well, for one, i’ve been looking forward to becoming a part of the program for a while now and am thankful for being given a chance to book an interview with you. as you can see my grades are quite high and i’ve been trying to maintain my GPA. i thought trying something new would make me a better communicator and become more known to the school as a whole,” your breath wavers as the senior makes no effort to communicate any sort of note that she was listening to you—you just hoped that she was.

“i see. well, it’s nice to know that you’re smart and you seem to be quite productive. also, i like the perspective you add to your photos. the editing is pleasing to look at, too,” ryujin explains as she shuffles and switches between your transcript and photo shots simultaneously. “consider yourself to be near the top of my list. i’ll keep you in mind, y/n.”

that’s it? you thought. no further questions were asked as you bid your goodbyes and thanked ryujin for her time, which seemed to be none at all. 10 minutes was the amount of time your interview had occupied. and it was 10 minutes later when ryujin called you while you were walking dreadfully on your way home.

you remember freezing on the spot as ryujin told you that you were her last applicant interview and you by far, had made the best impression on her; meaning that you were actually a part of yearbook. this was real, this was happening, and you fought the urge to squeal improperly loud on the sidewalk for all your neighbors to hear.

to ryujin, it was simple. but now that you had the actual job of being the photo editor, your head began spinning. fuck, i didn’t actually think i’d get the position. nonetheless, you were full of glee. or, well, that was until you came home to multiple emails from ryujin bombarding you with your yearbook schedule and duties as well as events to attend to for the month. it was then that you realized how busy the next few months were going to be; you were in for one hell of a ride—to say the least.

“your grades are declining. what’s going on with you?” you felt like you were being scolded by your mother. you honestly didn’t know how it could happen, especially with your work ethic. how hard could balancing work, homework, clubs, and yearbook be? it sounded easy enough, right?

absolutely not, as it turned out. now you were sitting at the very desk you’d sat in for your interview two weeks earlier. except this time, you were experiencing different kinds of nerves, the type that made your heart sink into your chest, making you want to curl into a ball and disappear. ryujin’s death stare wasn’t helping either.

was it shame? no. guilt? perhaps. truthfully, you’d never had a ‘D’ in a class, ever. you’d never come to such a low point and swore you never would.

considering the end of the first semester was near, you couldn’t lock in your first senior year grade for advanced psychology with a ‘D’ permanently taunting you on your transcript. absolutely not. you knew things had to change—as did ryujin. you could tell by the way she leaned her elbows further down the desk, slightly frustrated. “i asked you a question, y/n.”

“yeah, no, i’m fine. it’s just that trying to find the time and balance between everything with yearbook was harder than i expected,” you don’t meet ryujin’s eyes that you’re sure are shooting daggers at you.

she scoffs. “you knew exactly what you were getting into the moment you walked in this room. don’t give me that ‘it’s too much for me to handle b.s.’ do you know how lucky you were to be selected? out of all the people that applied? it’s a shame that your grades are what they’ve become at the moment. you know that yours were the best out of all the applicants; though—your pictures need work, still. you can’t excuse your laziness, y/n.”

now, you were just angry. bitterness swept your tongue and seeped through your veins as you finally looked at ryujin. how dare she call you ‘lazy.’ you were everything but that—obviously because you wouldn’t have been chosen if you were so. you just needed help. and there was nothing wrong with receiving some when you actually needed it.

why was ryujin acting all high and mighty when she withdrawled from her position because she was tired? hypocrisy at its finest. sure, you’re one to be stubborn and prefer working independently, but you supposed things would have to change.

“i’m sorry. i know. i’m doing my best to make my grades and habits better. i’ll stay up later to study extra hard. i swear i’m doing the most i can, i’m just struggling,” you swipe your tongue over your lip in hopes to calm yourself down.

ryujin hums in response and goes to pull a file out of her desk drawer, slapping it onto the desk abruptly. you slightly jump as you scan the salmon-colored file; a familiar boy’s picture—laminated with his name in bold, is pasted on the flimsy yet heavy folder.

“this, is jake sim’s file. he’s at the top of your advanced psychology class and he’s going to be tutoring you from now on. i already asked your teacher for permission. ms.jung informed me that he’s your seat partner too, so i assume you’ll have no trouble getting along. jake said yes to tutoring you already. you have no exceptions, this is mandatory if you want to keep your position.”

you don’t answer ryujin, lost in your own thoughts. call it bad karmic luck or the universe doing you a possible favor. jake sim tutoring you? no way. not real. nothing’s real. what the fu-

“y/n. i’m serious about this. if you want to hold your position as photo editor and photographer, this is important. we can’t have someone with a D in any class on the yearbook staff, it puts no good to our name or brand.” a mocking laugh escapes her mouth. “if we allowed such mediocrity, then everyone would think they have a chance at making the team.”

okay, now that stung a little. “i’m completely aware. yes, i’m okay with jake tutoring me. do you know the details of it all?” you ask, now playing with the metal of your rings in an attempt to distract the images that were captivating your brain of you dragging ryujin by her perfectly poised hair.

“you mean the meet-up dates and everything?”

“yes, as in the timings and whether or not our schedules line up.”

you can practically hear the way ryujin rolls her eyes at you. “that’s for you and jake to figure out amongst yourselves, not my job. i’m doing enough as it is. this meeting is longer than i anticipated it to be, too.” she stands up and raises her eyebrows at you, wordlessly motioning for you to follow suit.

you measly get up and greet her goodbye while fighting the urge to get mouthy. there was no use in defying the help you very much needed. why were you so upset about jake tutoring you, anyway? wasn’t this all you’ve ever wanted, some one-on-one time with your year-long crush? you shrugged off the wavering nerves that weighed down your shoulders thanks to ryujin’s sternness and went to your locker. just as you were about to slam your locker shut, you hear the footsteps of someone approaching you.

“hey, y/n,” you feel a hand touch your shoulder and tense up; the voice, however, is one you could single out in a crowd of people in an instant. it was jake’s.

you slam your locker shut and turn around, instantly being met with the very boy you knew it would be. his hair was slightly tousled and wet, it was obvious he’d just finished football practice and showered. he carried a book that read ‘AP PSYCHOLOGY’ on the front. and god, his smile. he smiled at you as if you were the only person in the world. unknowingly to you, it’s because you were, in fact, the only person for jake.

you mirror his toothy smile, “hey jake.”

“so..” he starts off hesitantly as you tilt your head. “you know i’m your tutor for psych, yeah?”

you exhale through your nose and raise your eyebrows, “yeah, i’m fully aware of that. but when did ms.jung ask you to tutor me?”

“just this morning before class, actually.” he pauses as he motions for you to start walking with him. you follow regardless of where he’s taking you. “sorry i didn’t tell you this morning. i would’ve but we were taking notes all period.”

“it’s fine, really. i’m just embarrassed i need tutoring to begin with. i’ve never struggled so much and well…ryujin said i can’t be on yearbook anymore if i don’t get my grade up asap.”

“there’s nothing wrong with needing help, y/n. i’m also your seat partner and friend, not just your newly-assigned tutor.” you slightly nudge at his side with your elbow and he chuckles. “are you okay to be tutored right now or do you have somewhere to be?” the two of you come to a halt at the front steps of the library.

you sigh and jake looks at you questionably, his hand barely grazing the door handle of the school library. you look at him and see that his eyebrows are risen, anticipating your response. “i don’t see why not?”

“you don’t seem so sure of yourself.”

“no, i am. i’m just tired is all,” you lie straight through your teeth. tired wasn’t the right word to describe the tingly sensation you felt both in your heart and stomach—at all. you were actually very much awake now; about to be tutored by the jake sim is a fantasy only so many girls have most likely envisioned in their heads every night. the same could be said for you, and that’s exactly why it was taking everything in you to not run in the opposite direction. you were nervous, but jake didn’t have to know that.

“mkay then, shall we?” jake swings open the door and you clutch onto the straps of your backpack, hoping that jake would pinch you so you’d wake up from this dream.

***

two hours later and you were on the edge and perhaps on the brink of exploding. at one point, jake had to physically grab your hand to stop you from breaking your pencil (which gave you such grand butterflies you had to put your head down)—jake assumed it was because you needed a mental break, when in reality, you were dying of embarrassment. you couldn’t even hold eye contact with him properly.

frustrated, was an understatement. “i’m not getting this. i seriously don’t know why they’re so many variations of the same word and why i have to memorize the singular definitions of them all. this is so…pointless,” you whine.

“hey, hey, it’s alright. we can come back to this later. maybe you need to take a break.” jake was so patient with you it only made your heart beat faster than it already was. or maybe it was the energy drink jake gave you from the vending machine during your first break so you could power through the rest of the tutoring session. albeit, you’d never know which.

“no! i can do this. i just need to take a breather.” you stare down at the myriad of words on the slightly crumbled paper and groan, putting your head down for the second time that evening.

jake gets up and sits in the chair beside you, you lift your head at the sound of the movement only to have your head roughly meet his shoulder. “ow, that kinda hurt.”

“sorry,” he chuckles before rubbing the top of your head mindfully as you fix the stray strands of hair, your fingers touching his ever so slightly, “just thought i could help you better if i were closer to you,” he shrugs. oh no, your heart was beating fast again. but it’s just the energy drink, you tell yourself. sure, yeah, that’s all it was.

“i agree.” you snatch the paper out of jake’s hand, determined to finish studying the vocab list you were assigned to study this morning; you had a quiz on the words tomorrow. jake huffs at your action and smiles while he watches you rewrite and reread the words over and over again. he props his chin into his hand and idly admired you as you glance at him every now and then to ensure your work is correct, and every time the brown-haired boy acknowledged your silent yet needy look of reassurance, he would bob his head in your direction, humming in compliance.

each time jake fueled your brewing feelings that you’d shoved deep inside the depths of your brain—and heart with his small gestures and slight touches, you grew more fond of him, and you wanted to make the boy proud. and if proud meant that he’d smile at you every time you whined or recalled a story of something dumb that happened in class out of elation, you’d take any given opportunity to study with jake.

okay, so maybe you didn’t study hard enough. the big fat ‘C’ written in red ink at the top of your vocab quiz was taunting you, and the way ms.jung had shaken her head at you before handing the paper with an ‘A’ written at the top—to jake, only made you feel worse about yourself.

jake reassuringly rubbed your shoulder and threw you a small smile, mouthing an ‘it’s okay, tutoring later today, hm?’ to which you simply nodded before slumping in your seat for the remainder of the period, tuning out every word that came out of ms.jung’s mouth.

“i studied for three hours with you yesterday, then went home and studied for another one hour by myself. this can’t be possible,” you groan, now sat at your signature tutor-session seat at the library, jake by your side as he bounces his leg up and down out of habit.

“i know but maybe we need to find the most effective method for you to remember information. clearly what we practiced yesterday wasn’t very useful, and that’s alright. progress takes time,” jake beams, motioning with his hands to emphasize that it was normal for there to be academic obstacles—though it didn’t feel that way for you, especially considering your history of continuous high grades and accomplishments.

his positive attitude was in stark contrast to your own and it would annoy you if it weren’t for the fact that he was the one saying all the words.

“mkay, you’re right jake. thank you.” you drag a small smile before pulling out your supplies and thinking of a new study method to use for your next vocab quiz—which was also tomorrow.

jake sits next to you, giving you hums of approval and squeezing your shoulders everytime you repeat a definition to him correctly. the way you slightly flinch and become stiff whenever jake touches you is quite embarrassing and you silently pray that he doesn’t say anything about your body language. oh, but he does.

“is everything good?”

“yup,” you emphasize by popping the last letter, “everything’s just fine.” desperate to ease the weird tension, you needed to change the subject. you figured that now was the perfect time to ask jake about yearbook.

“hey jake, i have to do this photo spread for the school sports section, and was wondering if you’d want to be featured in it? i’d have to interview first, though.” you turn your body so it’s facing jake directly, your knees now touching—jake doesn’t budge an inch, to your surprise. but then again, he never did when your elbows touched during class. yet maybe you needed to backtrack a bit, you’re aware jake’s normally this touchy with all his friends. but if that was the case, then why do the touches feel so different and so much more intimate?

jake’s eyes turn into tiny crescents as he grips your wrists out of joy, “really y/n? you’d do that for me?” he looks like a puppy about to be given a treat and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“of course, jake. people like you…like a lot, anyways. plus, consider your feature as a way of me saying ‘thank you’ for tutoring me. it’s a small gesture to begin with and you deserve this.” jake didn’t have to know that the yearbook journalist of the team tore her acl and was on temporary leave—(perks of being a soccer athlete and yearbook writer), meaning that now you had the duty of writing for the athletics’ feature page on top of your tremendous workload and tutoring sessions. how fun! choosing to feature jake specifically, however, was your doing.

the boy lowers his head at the kindness of your words and looks up at you, biting his lip. it’s only when you feel your body heating up that you realize that jake hasn’t loosened his grip on your wrists, causing you to look down at the source of contact. “oh, i’m so sorry,” he begins to panic a little. embarrassed, he starts to retreat his fingers, but you had other plans in mind.

you shake your head to let him know you didn’t want him to pull away, at least not yet, letting out a taut laugh and pulling his hands back. only this time, he holds your hands inside his own, bringing them to rest in his lap. “you have soft hands, jake,” you blurt out. the undeniable tension was deafening and you had to say something.

jake’s throat goes numb and he knows he’s a goner. he never knew why any ounce of game he had vanished whenever he was around you. you blew all the air out of him every time you would: chew on the end of your pencil, play with your hair when you were bored or confused, make intense eye contact with him—showing him you were paying complete attention to his notions. or just in general, whatever you did made his heart rate pick up. you were utterly breathtaking, he just wished he could say it to you without feeling like the world would topple over every time he tried to do so.

“thanks…i moisturize.” jake wanted to dash out the building. i moisturize? really jake? could you be any more awkward?

you laugh again, lightheartedly, and pull your hands away; jake thinks he’s lost every shred of a chance he had with you because of how idiotically vague his answer was. he honestly had no idea where his flirty demeanor went whenever he was with you as of late. given the situation though, you knew he was nervous by the redness of his cheeks and ears and so were you—you were just better at hiding it.

with that, you continued your session. the entire time you wondered if jake would ever hold your hands again. you hoped he would, but you were torn. his response irked you a bit. it was unlike him: dry and awkward. you knew you’d be thinking about this for the rest of the week.

you know what else you’d be thinking about the rest of the week? jake sim inviting you to do the interview for his yearbook feature…in his own room…which is in his house.

fuck, fuck, fuck, no i can’t do this. you didn’t think jake would go as far to invite you to his house.

you were trying your best to not get attached to the star quarterback of the football team—but jake was making not catching feelings increasingly difficult for you. especially considering he was known to not be a player, despite every person to exist throwing themselves at him, jake had morals and priorities that didn’t concern being in a relationship; plus, you recall the time he’d casually told you during class that he was looking for something real, something raw, something long-term. back then, you’d brushed off the tmi that he’d nonchalantly said as if it didn’t matter. if only you knew how much that minuscule piece of information mattered to you now.

that’s when you knew why jake was unlike all the other jocks. not just because he was one of the most dorkiest nerds you’d ever met, but because he had a heart made of gold and a smile that could rid of all the evil in the world.

regardless, you didn’t want to feel the way you did—and it pained you that were unable to stop jake from occupying every corner of your brain. what pained you most, however, was the fact that you doubted he’d actually want to be in a relationship with you due to his commitment to school, football, and extracurriculars. thinking about the boy, most days, was a chore.

as of now, you were sitting cross-legged on jake’s bed with him beside you: notebook in hand and voice recording app open while jake clears his throat to prepare for his interview.

“this is y/n y/l/n recording, photo editor and newly assigned temporary writer for the school’s yearbook, and i am here today with jake sim—star quarterback of the football team and one of the star students of our school, to interview him regarding his educational and athletic dynamics.”

jake’s eyes bore into yours and you can tell he’s nervous—his lips are redder than before, courtesy of all the biting he was doing to them while you were talking.

when he began speaking, the way the words rolled off his tongue made you swoon. you felt sort of culpable about it, the time and place was most inappropriate for you to be ogling jake. you couldn’t help it, though. but really, could you even be blamed? the way his white tee hung loosely over his broad shoulders, his glasses perked up on the bridge of his nose, and the way his eyes would narrow every time he spoke about a narrative that he was especially passionate or knowledgeable about, caused you to internally groan.

“…i suppose balancing my academic schedule with my athletic schedule can be a bit difficult at times, but it’s all about the mindset i keep to help myself pave my way to success. yet, of course, balance is everything to me and i wouldn’t be capable without my friends, family, and peers by my side. thank you.” jake smiles at you and rolls back onto the bed as he finishes off the interview, kicking his legs up in excitement and satisfaction like a little kid.

“woah, that was…amazing jake. thank you for saying so much and opening up to me, i have so much to use from this interview,” you let out a heavy sigh, “—i hope i won’t disappoint.”

jake scoffs, “y/n don’t say stuff like that, you could never disappoint me.” he stands up from the bed and sticks out his hand, “down to go eat something? you should have dinner here.”

you sucked in a breath. what happened to the shy and awkward jake that could barely maintain eye contact with you at the library when you held hands? “sure, i would absolutely love to.”

***

dinner with jake was beyond amazing. he even went as far as to pull out the dining chair for you before the two of you began eating the sandwiches jake whipped up. the both of you would alternate between cracking terrible jokes, talking about school, and simply chewing in silence while stealing fleeting glances at each other. the tension was occupying every vessel in your bodies; both of you could feel it.

it’s when you stood behind jake as he washed the dishes, and when he turned back to cheekily smile at you, that you knew you loved jake sim. it may have seemed crazy and too rushed to anyone else, but you knew your heart better than anyone else; you knew the moment you laid eyes on jake on the first day of class, he wasn’t just some boy, he was special. you loved him for more than just his looks or his social status, you loved him because there was never a moment where anything felt unauthentic, nor a moment where you regretted being with him.

similarly, jake had been infatuated with you ever since he saw you walk into class, sitting beside him—out of all the other seats you could’ve chosen. that day, he promised to himself that he’d wait for you every day, even if it meant waiting an eternity.

the day ms.jung asked him to tutor you, he vowed to himself that he’d do anything to get to know you better, to build a relationship with you. because jake sim had one thing in his mind: you.

it would’ve killed him to not make something more from what had already begun brewing; he was determined to ask you about what had been spiraling in his mind. later tonight, i’ll do it later.

***

jake had offered to walk you home after dinner and he knew it was the perfect opportunity to talk about his feelings with you. you’d conversed with him for a good hour before you received a phone call from your mother: asking you to come home since it was dark out now and she was worried about how you’d get home. you opened up to him about your life, and he allayed you as if he knew you like the back of his hand.

your way home was mainly silent, with jake clearing his throat every now and then—while you stared at the ground, chewing on the inside of your cheek, your shoulder touching his as you strolled through the dimly lit streets.

“hey y/n, can we talk about…us?” jake inquired as he slowed down his pace, stopping in front of one of the lamp posts.

“us?” you didn’t know what he meant by that. was it good? was it bad? jake gives you a faint smile and your shoulders become less tense. “sure, you can talk to me about anything jake, you know that.”

“i just, don’t know what we are, and it’s confusing me.” his voice hitches and you step closer towards him.

“well, what do you want us to be?”

“that’s the thing, i don’t know. i’ve never felt this way about anyone before. i’ve always been so focused on being the leader, the quarterback, keeping up with clubs and school in general, to please my parents and to make sure i don’t let my team down—“ he looks at the ground, defeated. “—that i don’t know how to distinguish between if what i’m doing is for myself or if it’s really just to satisfy other people. i’m…torn.” he quirks his head to the side at the last word as if he’s asking himself a question.

you sigh and motion for jake to continue walking. he’d never been this vulnerable; always the golden boy that never lets anyone see him at the lowest of moments. you didn’t know he felt so strongly about all this. that he felt so strongly about…you. “i’m sorry you feel so much pressure on yourself, jake. you know there’s no harm in putting yourself first. i’m here for you, and, we can figure out whatever we are as we go. none of it has to be sudden.”

“yeah, i’m still figuring myself out, i think i need to know what i want before i go into something completely confused. i don’t want to risk what we have by messing things up for us just because of how many priorities i have.”

“oh, i see,” you murmur.

you didn’t realize when you reached your home, but jake’s words were incessantly echoing in your head with every step taken. you assumed he meant that you weren’t one of, nor his—priority, at least that’s what it felt like at the moment.

one thing was for sure, jake felt even more defeated than before. this was new territory for him, and he was overwhelmed. as for you? you merely spared him a smile and a wee ‘thank you’ before you dragged yourself inside. did i just get rejected?

your lack of words as jake dropped you off was daunting, he wanted nothing more than to be with you. he realized as he walked himself home, that he was in fact, having an epiphany: he was a confused idiot that needed to figure himself and his feelings out, quick—before he lost you for good.

“if you know you really like her, you need to stop leading her on. it’s shitty of you to do that, jake. you know that,” sunghoon, jake’s best friend, sternly tells him.

the two boys were sitting at the library: jake sitting across from sunghoon, and sunghoon sitting in the seat that you usually occupied during your tutoring sessions.

“i know, i know. i just,” jake lifts his head up in frustration, staring up at the ceiling before he lets out a soft groan, “i like her so much and we talked about our feelings like i told you, but i couldn’t just tell her that i’m not ready to get into something serious yet because football season isn’t over. i would’ve sounded like such a douche!”

sunghoon lets out a wheezy laugh. “you’re fucking with me, right? that’s the reason why you’re not ready to be with her just yet?”

“no…well, partially? our tutoring sessions have been going well and she’s so smart, obviously—she’s just struggling with this particular unit. it’s not even that-“

the other cuts him off, raising an eyebrow at the boy, “get to the point. then what is it?”

“it’s my dad. he’s been on my ass about football because the next game is a big one and it’s also the last one of the season, we made the championships which means there are going to be scouts there. all my dad does is talk about football—and my mom is focused on my grades so much it’s suffocating—the both of them are absolutely insufferable most of the time,” jake mewls.

“jake,” the former starts off softly, “you know how fucking capable you are. you’re the smartest guy i know. don’t let your parents and their nagging get in the way of something you for once in your life—know for a fact you 100% want.”

it was as if jake had been struck with a bolt of lightning. a bolt that—in the very split second of sunghoon’s words turning into a mere echo, all the doubts he had about pursuing you, had vanished and turned into nothing but absolute dust.

jake got up from his seat with an urge to run to you, to tell you he loves you and wants nothing more than to be with you—but he knew he couldn’t. so instead, he settled on waiting for you to attend your last tutoring session while sunghoon talked with him to ease his mind of all thoughts in his brain that transpired of you.

in truth, you and jake had been conversing normally. well, aside from the fact that the normality of your conversations only regarded the bases of your tutoring sessions. there was still tension, yes. but none of the lingering stares or fleeting touches remained. the both of you stayed holding back from the brink of destruction—the brink of you specifically being brought to your breaking point.

you wanted nothing more than to grab jake by his shirt and slap him silly—or possibly also grab him by his shirt and kiss him. you truly weren’t sure which you craved more. because, sure, jake did partly break your heart when he left you hanging and feeling sour the night he walked you home, but that didn’t mean your mind halted all thoughts about him entirely. if anything, the lack of communication made you want him more than you’d ever wanted him before. and you weren’t quite sure that this was the way you were supposed to be feeling—given the situation at hand.

funny, right? the way space between two individuals is supposed to make them think about their relationship, let them think about themselves, and grow. but in your case, as well as jake’s, the prolonged space only made the two of you crave each other more—ignited the fire between your bodies even more.

the unspeakable tension never eased, even if you weren’t making mindless conversation with the other or making eye contact that made you both embarrassing heat up the way you once did.

as you sat with jake for your last tutoring session with him, you caught him glancing at you, feeling a pair of eyes boring into your skull, and you suddenly felt tense, insecure. all the feelings and doubts of even liking him were resurfacing in that very moment, making you feel ill.

you swallow thickly. “can i help you?”

“yeah—no, sorry. just thinking,” jake shakes his head at the stumbling of his own words.

“about?”

“us.”

“oh,” your eyes drop down to the pencil you’re holding.

“i feel like the way i left you hanging the other night wasn’t the way i intended our conversation to go,” he breathes out.

you dryly laugh. “yeah, well what happened..is in the past now.” you clear your throat, unsure of whether or not you should say what’s on your mind. “you don’t have to entertain me with an apology, jake. you made it clear that you’re not ready, and at this point, i’m not sure if you’ll ever be.”

jake’s eyes widen in remorse and you can’t help but look away from his guilty pupils. “but you see—that’s the thing. i do want you, y/n. i want you so bad. you’re all i ever think about.”

your heart drops, and you feel all tingly inside, but you’re quick to remind yourself that jake’s flattery doesn’t make up for how he’s made you feel in the past. they’re just words, you think.

“i’m not just saying all of this to play with you or lead you on,” he continues.

“if you want me so badly, then why don’t you show me that you truly want me?” your voice breaks, and jake can’t help but usher himself over to you, kneeling down and turning your chair so that you were facing him.

a single tear drops from your eyes and jake’s quick to wipe it away with his hand before cradling your cheek with the same hand, ever so slightly rubbing the flesh using his thumb.

“give me some time, y/n. i’m incredibly preoccupied right now—i know that isn’t an excuse, but i want nothing more than to be with you and make us official. i’ll make this all up to you soon enough. just let the final football game of the season be over, and i’ll show you how much i want you. i promise.”

you let out a weak laugh at the sincerity of his words because you never meant for your last tutoring session with him to be so vulnerable. it was only your last because you now had an A in the class, meaning you didn’t have to rely on jake to tutor you, it’d be a waste of time on both ends. yet, it was ironic, the way you wanted nothing more than to waste away endless hours with jake, talking about absolutely everything and anything. that’s why the thought of this being your last possible chance to communicate with the boy effectively, mattered to you.

that’s also why you were significantly grateful that jake had spoken up first, because though you felt absolute embarrassment from the way the other kids in the library were staring at you and jake, all that mattered to you was that this, in fact, would not be that last time you spoke to jake sim.

you let out a chuckle and crinkle your nose, going to wipe the remainder of your tears with your sleeve, prompting jake to pinch your cheeks as he goes back to sit down in his own seat across from you.

“i understand. i’ll wait for you, jake. as long as it takes, and until you’re ready to give me your undivided attention, i’ll wait.”

“you won’t have to wait long, y/n. and when you think you do, remember my words, mm?” he bites his lip out of curiosity for your answer.

“i will,” you respond before gathering your things and putting them into your bag, “oh, and before i forget, i still have to take pictures of you for yearbook, i wanna be there for you, plus those pictures are going to be the final touch of your editorial feature,” you remind him.

“can’t wait to see your face tomorrow at the game then,” jake teases as he walks with you out of the library.

“you’re seeing my face right now—too, though?”

“what can i say? i can never get enough of you,” he says admirably.

you pretend to gag at his words but the butterflies erupting from your stomach say otherwise. “gross, sim,” you lightly punch his shoulder. “oh, and jake?”

“yeah?”

“thank you for tutoring me, i appreciate you.”

“anything for you, y/n. anything.”

you tsk at his cheesiness but smugly smile as he contemplates his next action before taking your hand in his, insisting to walk you home for the night.

during your chat with the boy on your way home, you feel nothing but absolute content wash over your limbs. staring idly at his shining eyes under the light of the iridescent moon, wondering positively about what the future for the two of you holds; thankful that the bad note you two left on, was now restored.

it was game day, and you were nervous, to put it lightly. you’d messaged jake earlier, hyping him up and wishing him luck before he went to prepare himself for the big, the last, and by far the most important football game of the season—at least for jake. this game would determine if any scholarships were guaranteed within his near future.

though you were excited about jake and seeing him all passionate with his game face on, you were torn, bittersweet sensations swept through your body as you walked to your school. you put on some slight makeup, your tote bag was filled with your usual items, and your camera was hanging around your neck, secured by the camera strap.

you weren’t quite sure why you were so nervous. perhaps it was the way the conversation in the library you had with jake a couple of days prior went unusually well. you had hope—for you and him. since he’d promised you that he would, at last, make things official and show you how much he truly wants you the moment the game/season ends, you figured that was the source of your panging heart.

nonetheless, you were ready. ready to take the perfect shots of jake as he [hopefully] scores a touchdown, wowing the crowd, the myriad of girls who flaunt themselves at him, and the scouts that were exhilarated to finally see him in action.

you turn the corner of the vastly wide and freshly green field of grass with huge drawn on markers (for the players) using white paint, and find jake throwing the football amongst his teammates. one of them, park jongseong—or jay, as many referred to him, noticed you first, motioning with a dip of his head to jake that you were walking towards them.

jake throws the ball to jay and the former pats him on the back rather playfully, giving him a quick wink, causing the other to shake his head at him before he jogs to meet you. “hey,” he greets with a sparkling grin, “you’re early!”

“yeah i wanted to scope out the scene a bit y’know? plus i figured i’d take some extra candid shots of you and the others practicing before the game starts—so ryujin can get off my back about ‘upping my photography skills,’ or whatever,” you explain.

the boy‘s mouth opens and closes, then opens again before he speaks, as if he were finding just the right words to say to you. you found it quite amusing, and cute. “that’s very studious of you, y/l/n.”

you snicker at his foolishly flirtatious tone, “you know me, the most studious girl ever known to man-kind,” you retort.

jake swings his hands' side to side before interlocking them with yours, “so you’re saying you didn’t come early just because you wanted to wish me good luck on my last game of the season, correct?” he pouts sarcastically.

you roll your eyes in a ridiculing manner, “hmm, i don’t know?” you pretend to contemplate, tapping at your chin playfully. “maybe i am, maybe i’m not…guess you’ll never find out, sim.”

he exhales sassily before tearing the distance between your hands. “guess that means you have some duties to attend to, hm?”

“no, no! i can stay for a bit…for you—too, before you have to go,” you mumble.

the boy holds one of your hands once again, reaching for your head and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear that was blocking your face due to the wind. your mouth went agape and curved into a line, unable to form coherent words due to jake’s intents, causing you to stare at the sky out of sudden false curiosity; the clouds looked particularly stormy and mundane, unlike earlier. the seemingly windy weather wasn’t expected, which is why you made a discerning sound.

jake follows your movements, similarly staring at the grey sky. “looks like it might rain,” he huffs, slightly agitated. “i’m hoping it doesn’t—as much as i love the rain, it could ruin my chances for tonight.”

“yeah, it could. don’t worry though,” you beam. “you’ll crush it no matter what. you always do.”

a distant call of jake’s name is heard a couple of meters away, both you and the boy turn to make out that jay and sunghoon stand beckoning for jake to join them in the lockeroom and get into his uniform.

jake ruffles your hair in a childish manner at the disappointment that protrudes your features. “i gotta go, but i’ll see you out in the bleachers, mkay? make sure you get a good seat! i want you to be the first person i see when i score that touchdown,” he winks at you as he jogs backward for a bit until he disappears into the field to meet with the guys.

you were left a blushing mess, jake always managed to leave you in disarray. you couldn’t say you didn’t like the way he made you feel, though. you’d give your all to feel the way you do when you’re with jake every day, if you could.

you prompted on visiting your locker and taking pictures with your camera of the posters that showcased the football team players, advertising for everyone to attend the final game of the season. you smiled to yourself when your eyes settled upon jake, yet kept moving around the school tentatively before you realized that you’d better head back to the bleachers and get a good seat. you wanted to see jake from one of the higher levels of the bleachers, just as he wanted you to be, directly in his line of sight, too.

***

a crowd of bustling and noisy students surround you as you stay seated on the perfect spot in the bleachers. the thrumming music and thumping drums of your school’s band is echoing throughout the stadium as they play the school’s arrangement of any football game, and you can’t help but feel giddy inside. high school football games were always an event of their own, an event that everyone constantly spoke about and fancied getting extravagantly ready for. tonight, was no different.

girls wore shimmering eyeshadow sparkling on their eyelids that reflected brightly every time the colored lights hit them, and colored variations of paint neatly striped over their cheeks to show school spirit. you, too, wore sparkly eyeshadow and had a bandanna that displayed your school’s official colors securely wrapped around your thigh. it was preppy, the entire vibe of the scene that unfolded in front of your eyes.

your nerves were jolting with glee as soon as the band’s music crescendoed with the football team that came running from the side of the field from the locker room and tore through the banner that was made for them, with jake in front—as he was their star quarterback.

you grin to yourself when eavesdropping on the endless chatter of girls talking about how hot jake looked and how they’d give anything to be with him. you didn’t bother to be jealous, not just because he wasn’t quite yours yet, but because you knew you had something especially intimate with jake that they did not; you were sure of it.

you tune out the excess voices and focus on jake, watching his every move as he and his teammates huddle in the middle of the field and perform their usual group chant before parting ways to their designated places on the field.

your eyes rake over jake’s form as you watch him assemble to his position, the timer still has a bit of time left until the buzzer sounds to commence the start of the game, and you watch jake rise out of his position a little as he notably wanders his eyes through the crowd in the bleachers—until he finally finds your figure. you make eye contact with the boy and cheekily nod your head at him so he’s aware you’ve noticed him. in response, the boy does the same and bites his lip coyly before getting on his knees so that he’s properly in position.

you overhear some people murmur your name and you’re sure they’ve noticed the silent interaction between you and jake, yet you remain unbothered and keenly prideful, nonchalantly cracking your neck side to side to give them all a little show.

“[TEN]-HUT,” shouts the coach right as the buzzer sounds and that’s when you know, the game has begun.

you truly don’t know much about football, just that it revolves around a bunch of guys tackling each other—or something of the sort (?). nonetheless, you remind yourself that you’re here to take pictures of jake for his feature, and get some close-up shots of your school’s dance team, as well as cheer during the halftime performance.

your estimate is that you could get some high-quality shots of jake as he paces around his spot in the field, jutting around not as fast as he’d be when he’s running, and your mind lives up to its words.

you manage to snap some ethereal shots of jake with his sweat glistening and hair that’s adorned to his forehead and sticking out a bit despite the heavy helmet that covers his countenance.

halftime rolls around and you jump down from your seat in the bleachers to take some up-close shots of the dancers with their bedazzled uniforms and of the band playing, before returning to your seat, anticipating jake to make his touchdown sometime soon; you could see the scouts discussing amongst themselves a couple of meters below you, and an unsettling feeling made home in your stomach. you couldn’t imagine how jake might’ve been feeling.

right as halftime ends and you get a glimpse of jake and his teammates rolling into the field for the second half of the game after replenishing their bodies. the boys on defense are doing especially well and you feel elated for what’s to come.

it’s been a bit, however, and the game is nearing its end, you snap one last shot of jake right before he goes to snatch the ball out of the opposing teams’ player’s reach and makes a beeline for the marker checkpoint he needs to get to before he can score a touchdown—he looked absolutely breathtaking with his mouth agape and face slightly scrunched up in focus.

you lift off of your seat in preparation for jake’s victory, and he makes it—jake leads his team to triumph.

screams erupt from the crowd of students around you as they all jump onto their feet, moments after jake kicks the ball. your eyes locate downward towards the scouts and you see them talking abruptly with joy written all over their faces; a huge smile of your own breaks out on your face, and you’re relieved. what you don’t expect with all the commotion that surrounds you, is the rain that starts abruptly pouring.

sounds of groans fill the air as a good amount of students clatter amongst themselves to find immediate shelter from the rain, but you couldn’t care less, all you cared about was your boy.

you, too, jump out of your seat after the shock of what’s happening washes over your body a bit, but it only heightens as you watch jake throw off his helmet onto the grass and run to you with all the energy that his body has left to give.

he’s sweaty, he’s tired, he’s drenched with rainwater, and his mind is in a whirl of how he truly just made a touchdown, but all he can think about is you.

you don’t have time to process the way jake ignores the ridiculously loud remarks of congratulations the scouts throw at jake as he speeds past them, nor can you see straight when you realize that jake has run up the stairs of the bleachers and is now standing right in the tight space in front of you.

jake doesn’t care that the majority of students are watching him—and now you, nor does he focus on the fact that the both of you are soaked. his eyes flicker once to your lips then twice, yours alternate between his eyes and his lips, smiling when he wraps an arm around your waist and tilts your head up to look at him directly with the other.

you lightly pant and begin to match the rising of his chest, your mouth opens and you’re left speechless. “jake?”

you say his name as if it’s the last time you’d speak of it again, and he takes his chance, he takes it as confirmation for all that he’s ever witnessed between the both of you.

the moment jake’s lips meet yours, you swear your heart stops, all background noise becomes a blur as jake’s lips feverishly chase your own. his grip on your waist tightens and your chests collide as his hand travels further up your face, cupping your jaw. you’re left in awe as he quickly slides his tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the intensity of the kiss and the atmosphere, bodies hot with passion, the rain adding to the aura of fictionality as the droplets stick to your hair and drop down to the space where your lips connect.

your noses constantly brush over each other as jake slightly bites down on your bottom lip and holds your jaw in place so he can feel you like he’s been dying to do ever since he'd laid eyes on you. you stay there, kissing him back softly when he halts the sinking of his teeth from your lips and gives you a few soft pecks. you’re stunned and breathless, gasping after he parts from you.

as soon as he separates, you break out into one of the widest smiles known to your muscles. jake reciprocates your same smile and grabs a hold of your waist with both hands, yours balancing your body on his shoulders as you rest your forehead against jake’s. his smile never fades, and neither does yours.

“wow,” you drag out. “that was…insane, and definitely one way of showing me that you want me.”

the boy laughs breathily, “my touchdown or the kiss?” he sarcastically inquires.

“both,” you spit out, still smiling.

“well, i told you i’d live up to my word, didn’t i? i promised you.”

your vision threatens to be blocked by forming tears, ironically not by the copious amount of rain plunging from the sky, but before you’re able to do so, jake isolates your bodies and wraps an arm around you, sensing your emotions, and you sniffle. “yeah, you did. i never should have doubted you, sim.”

“i’m here now, that’s all that matters.” the quarterback pecks your cheek and gives you a soft look before he heads down to the field once again, physically dodging victory punches and flirtatious but supportive winks from his teammates as a testament to what they all witnessed and what you had just experienced.

the team does their victory chant one last time and you wait for the boy right beside the bleachers where there's a built roof as you watch him split from his team and go to discuss with the scouts and his parents that give you some sly smiles. thankfully, it’s only a couple of minutes before the boy comes running to you, you didn’t know how much longer you could have lasted without the warmth of his touch.

jake takes your hand and spins you around as if you were his princess, the only girl that lived to exist. because to him, that’s exactly what you were. he kisses you once again and doesn’t seem to want to stop until you remind him that you’re still in public and very much visible to any bystanders.

he groans in annoyance but indulges your figure by securing his arm around your shoulders as you walk into the school’s locker room to let jake shower and clean himself up.

he insists on you changing into the spare sweats and jersey he keeps in case of emergencies to keep you warm and dry while he freshens himself up.

the school is empty and quiet. after his shower, jake meets you waiting on the bench outside of the locker room, sitting down beside you, flooding you with compliments about how beautiful you looked in his jersey and as a whole, then kissing you ever so delicately. “you’re wearing my jersey and the entire school saw us kiss, you know that means you’re mine now, right?”

“jake sim, i’ve been yours ever since you offered me that piece of candy the first day of jung’s psychology class,” you laugh out, resting your head on his shoulder.

“you’re mine, forever now, though. i made a promise, and i don’t intend on ever breaking it.”

“neither do i,” you vocalize along with a kiss to his cheek.

you were his, as he was yours, and that’s all there was to it.

jake sim will forever be your hot, nerdy-jock boyfriend, along with you, his precious, most enticing, most amusing, and most perfect girlfriend.

this story may not have been like all the others, with the cheerleader ending up with the star quarterback of the football team. but that’s what mattered most, your story had character and realness; not every path to romance is smooth and easily obtained. but i suppose that’s what makes your narrative most interesting.

jake didn’t want a facade of a relationship, he didn't want any pages left blank or unturned, he wanted fair play, he wanted—you.

now that he finally had you, and you had him, it’s rather plausible to say that jake sim scored more than just one touchdown in his lifetime, is it not?

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[wonjns]

lips — c.sb drabble

♡ choi soobin x male reader // suggestive

his lips glided along yours in an almost strategic grace;

the very lips that happened to be the first thing that stood out to you about soobin.

their unique shape, their pillowy plumpness, and the intoxicatingly sweet sound they made whenever they intertwined with yours were qualities that often made you drown in them, losing the concept of space or time.

even in instances like now, you cared not about the walking figures that passed by your very publicly parked car, whose windows were definitely not tinted.

you could feel the taller male’s possessiveness in the way he firmly cupped the back of your head to dive deeper into the shallows of your mouth. you could hear his sighs of satisfaction when your searing tongues met, dancing along each other.

soobin would promptly lean his head back, peeling your lips apart just to offer a crinkly eyed smile upon seeing how eagerly you’d sway forwards.

he brought one of his large hands up to your awe-struck face, tugging your bottom lip down before leaning back in to capture it and suckle it between his own. a whimper was drawn from you, and you tightly took grasp of his slender fingers - your free hand clinging to the nape of his neck.

“i love when you hold me like this,” soobin hummed in between kisses. “you have the softest skin.”

you blushed at his compliment, but it was true - every time your smaller hands passionately clung to him, soobin could feel himself levitating. the same could be said for you.

your eyebrows furrowed as the lip locking continued with more intensity, groaning softly as you tasted the subtly sweet flavor of his being. you were insatiable, so infatuated with the dark haired idol that you knew no matter how often he would encase you in his grasp and shower you with affection, you could never get enough.

“pretty boy,,” soobin cooed while trailing kisses down your neck, unbuckling your seat belt.

your palms found purchase on his broad shoulders as he pulled you across the center console and into his lap.

“look who’s talking,” you uttered, “you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

with a content sigh, you closed your eyes feeling soobin tug your shirt down to drag his tongue along your collarbone. his hands sprung to life as he guided your hips in rhythmic motions, your half-hardened bulge rubbing ever so shyly against his.

a timid moan escaped your throat once more, soobin peppering it with more kisses before opting to suck on the thin skin just below your ear.

“why don’t you ever accept my compliments?” he whispered, caressing your perched thighs.

you returned the ministrations by massaging the smooth scalp beneath his jet black locks. “because... i’m nothing without you. you are my raison d'être, babe.”

he began marking your skin more passionately at your confession, the effect your words had on him revealing itself between his thighs. you couldn’t resist craning his neck backwards so you could immediately reconnect your lips, humming into each other’s mouths as you tasted his nectar once more.

you felt one of soobin’s hands leave it’s spot from under your shirt and fumble with some buttons beneath his seat - and in seconds you eventually found yourself beneath him with your back flat on the horizontal leather.

you looked up at your boyfriend to find his midnight orbs gleaming at you, a dazed grin on his face.

“let me show you how much purpose you bring me, instead.”  

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

[jaylaxies]

WISH COME TRUE

PAIRING : jake x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, love making, oral (m and f receiving), cursing, unprotected sex, breeding, praising, nicknames (princess), a lot of i love you(s), fluffy, jake is whipped, soft sex, aftercare, birthday boy jake, surprise.

WC : 2.3k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm finally back with a fic for our birthday boy jake! all likes, reblogs, comments and asks are appreciated, iloveyou all <3 also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @en-cityzen aaa ik this isn't much but i wanted to write something for you! i hope you like it bestie :D also omg happy birthday @jeontaeil ily <3

"come on jake, it'll be fun i promise!" heeseung yet again tried to convince jake but he didn't bulge.

"sorry man, i just don't feel like coming today." jake confessed.

heeseung sighed, giving him an understanding nod along with their bro handshake before leaving for the party with his other friends.

14th november, 11:40 pm, twenty minutes before his birthday. but contrastive to his usual self, he wasn't in the mood to party.

"y/n." he sighed for the nth time today, whispering your name as if that would bring you straight into his arms. you both were in a long distance relationship, meet ups were rare but always beautiful. you were supposed to be coming over for his birthday before something urgent came up at university, granting you no holidays for travelling.

jake was upset but he understood nevertheless. it had been a while since you last met and the wait was brutal for him. he wanted to hold you in his arms gently swaying you while observing your angelic self, he loved you too much.

the drive back to his apartment was more or less 15 minutes long, the thought of you never left his mind. he can't stay with you physically but at least can do so virtually, he thought. a video call to celebrate his special day, all he wanted was to celebrate it with you.

it was 11:55 by the time he reached his apartment. he opened the door to see his living room filled with balloons and you standing there with a smile, wearing the same dress he gifted you the last time you left. he froze, contemplating whether you're real or just a hallucination.

you laughed sweetly at his puppy face, walking closer to him. that's all it took for him to realise that, you indeed, were in front of him. running towards you, he picked you up and spun you around with such joy, you yelped at the sudden action, laughing along with him at his cute antics. sim jaeyun was a baby, a baby you loved so much.

it was like his demeanour had done a 180, he put you down and cradled your face gently, his eyes watery and a small smile caressing his face.

"surprise!" you gently exclaimed, making him laugh. oh how you loved his pretty laughter, it brought you joy at all times.

"i'm so in love with you." he breathed out before pressing his lips against yours.

his plush lips were gentle against yours, the kiss filled with love and happiness. you broke the kiss after a few seconds, pressing your foreheads together and softly brushing your nose against him, making him laugh giddily.

"i'll be back." you said, pecking him once before going into the kitchen to bring his birthday cake. jake followed you like a lost puppy, not wanting to be away from you for even a second.

you lit up the candles as he stared at you, smiling from ear to ear. softly singing 'happy birthday', you come near him, his face glowing under the dim candlelight. he closed his eyes, clasping his hands together to make a wish. he looked innocent, like a kid, you gazed at him with adoration. soon, he blew the candles, smiling at you sheepishly.

you kept the cake on the countertop, cutting a small piece out and feeding it to jake who groaned at the scrumptious meal. he kissed you yet again, feeling overwhelmed. you could taste the sweetness on his tongue, making you sigh with content.

"can we cuddle?" jake asked with shiny eyes and you smiled, saying yes to him.

you were wrapped in jake's arms in no time, his bed a thousand times more comfortable than yours, maybe because it had jake in it. he kept on kissing your forehead from time to time. slow, romantic songs were playing on his speaker, giving you butterflies as you lay in your lovers arms.

jake was happily telling you something about his university fest, joy apparent on his face and even though you kissed him a myriad times, you wanted to do so again.

and so you gently held his face mid-way his speech, looking at him. he stopped talking, staring into your eyes which shone, reflecting his image. you both were deep in love.

"let me love you." jake breathed out.

you smiled softly, pecking his forehead, "make love to me, jake." you allowed.

jake leaned in, smiling into the kiss. he made you lay down on the bed, gently laying on top of you, your lips never leaving his. soft hums and breaths resonated the room. one of your comparatively smaller hand was intertwined with his larger ones while the other softly pulled on his silky hair.

"i missed you so fucking much, baby." jake spoke in between the kisses, now trailing down your neck to softly mark you up, to leave his love marks on you.

"i missed you so much more, jakey." you whispered, closing your eyes as your body responded to his kisses. you breathe hard, grinding your body against his in a needy manner, wanting to escalate things already.

you heard him hiss as your fingers brushed against his clothed dick. the restriction was too much for him and soon, his jeans was on the floor along with his shirt which left his whole torso on display.

he softly pulled down the straps of you dress, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he went all the way down to undress your frame till you were left only with your underwear.

his face was in level with your clothed core which was dampened by your arousal. jake looked at you, his eyes silently asking for your permission once again. it was his habit, always making sure not once, but twice that you wanted this, that you were willing to be intimate with your lover. it was his way of being respectful to you.

with one firm nod, you gave it to him and soon, jake removed your undies, positioning himself in front of your dripping cunt as you kneaded your fingers in his hair, gripping them hard enough to make him move.

"jake, oh fuck!" you moaned as he licked a strip of your arousal.

humming against your pussy, he continued working his tongue between your folds, sending vibrations down your sensitive bundle of nerves. his soft cheek rested on your inner thighs as he admired the way your hips bucked up to get more of him, he loved making you feel needy and shone with victory after making you cum.

"do you like that, princess?" jake asked softly, now pumping his two fingers in and out of you.

"mmh, it feels so good, jake." your toes curled, eyes fluttered shut as you felt yourself getting lost in jake.

he sucked a spot on your thigh, kissing them same space afterwards which promised to leave a mark by the next day, his fingers digging deep inside you, curling and hitting your g-spot making you whimper and plead for more. his other hand softly rubbing your clit, making it even more hard for you to keep your voice at bay.

in no time, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, indicating the building of your second climax for the night. and soon, you came all over jake's tongue as he hungrily lapped on your juices as though it was the elixir of life.

he came back up, laying on top of you as he kissed you. this particular one filled with passion, indicating how much he needed you. the taste of your arousal evident on his tongue.

pulling away slightly, you looked at him. 'so beautiful' he looked angelic, a soft smile on his face, his hair dishevelled yet so perfect.

"i want to do something for you." a sudden confession left your mouth, making his eyes go wide.

"you coming all the way here is already enough, love." he caressed your cheek, kissing your nose which made you giggle.

"no, not enough for my birthday boy." you smiled, before switching positions so that you were now sitting on top of his painfully hard cock that his boxers barely could hold in.

jake's breathing sped up as you placed kisses all over his torso, brushing your fingers against his sensitive nipples all the way down to his cock.

he let out the prettiest whines for you, indicating that he wanted more. you finally pulled down his boxers. his length sprang out and hit his lower abdomen, angry red and leaking with precum.

you kissed his thighs, not too far away from where he needed you. he met your eyes, softly staring at his princess, biting his lips. you sent him a smile before placing kisses all over his length. his breath faltered and he groaned your name, making you smile even more.

without making him suffer more, you kissed his head, swirling your tongue on his tip before taking him all in, sucking and bobbing your head up and down his dick.

"so good." jake praised, holding your head in place, making you move against him.

you had never given him head before and it would be a lie to say that jake didn't want you to, it was one of his 'fantasies' and the fact that you were doing this for him, made him go feral.

you shut your eyes, trying to fully take his length in as he encouraged with his hand. you hummed around him, sending vibrations down his body, making him moan louder.

soon, you felt him twitch inside of you, spilling his cum down your tongue without warning which you swallowed, licking your lips looking at him with big eyes. jake was breathing hard, he grabbed your waist and kissed you hard, finally wanting to feel you around him.

"i missed this–" you started to tell, "your fingers touching my body." you breathed out, trying to get closer to him despite having him pressed against your body.

"let me feel you, princess." he breathed out, nibbling on your shoulder.

you nodded, wanting him to make love to you. he hovered above you, finally entering you as he pressed a soft, slow kiss to your mouth. you both hummed softly at the raw feeling. his thrusts were slow and deep, much different from his usual rentless ones.

he intertwined his fingers with yours, softly caressing your cheek with his other hand, both of your eyes shining. a single teardrop fell from your eyes at the pleasure, jake lovingly kissed it away.

"i love you so much, jake." you confessed midway, causing his breath to hitch.

"i love you so fucking much, y/n, i really hope you know that." he confessed, now speeding up his thrusts, yet keeping them loving somehow.

maybe it was the way the vowels of you name sounded from his mouth but you shivered, he never used your name during sex, it was always 'princess'. it made you realise how important this moment was for him. he wasn't fucking you, he was making love to you, genuinely.

your free hand dig into his shoulder as he kissed your nose, making you giggle.

"you're beautiful." he said out of nowhere, making you blush and hide your face in his neck, he laughed softly.

you both were overwhelmed in a good way, making you climax build faster than ever before. his thrusts getting sloppier by second.

he kept praising you throughout, kissing and marking your clavicle alongside. 'my good girl', "my pretty princess', 'i love you' being repeated like mantras, making a small smile stay on your face throughout the process.

a sudden feeling of euphoria took over you both. you clenched around him, making him groan further. you both were close. he looked up at your flustered state, looking all pretty in his eyes.

"cum with me, princess?" he asked.

"yes please." you bit your lip.

his strong arm held you in place as he pulled you in for a final, passionate kiss. his other hand gently squeezing your as you both came together. his cum filling you up as you moaned into his mouth, your own cum mixing with his.

he held you close, staying in the position for a while as your body regained it's consciousness. not pulling out, he held you even closer to him, laying down next to you.

"i love you." he croaked out, still high and euphoric.

you laughed, pecking his red lips, "i love you more, baby."

he put his forehead against yours, smiling softly. his gaze tender.

"let's get you cleaned up." he said and scooped you up in his arms, making you scream and punch his shoulder, which did not hurt him at all, and instead earned a laugh out of him.

he placed you in his bathtub, turning the faucet on as the tub filled. jake sat down behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you so that your back was pressed against his torso.

"you did so well, baby." he said, placing small kisses on your shoulder. his hand softly massaging your thighs.

it was heavenly, he washed your hair, your body, all so softly, kissing you mid-way, expressing his love to you which you returned wholeheartedly. how he carried you back to the bed after changing the sheets, making you wear his sweatshirt and shorts, the one which you loved.

how he kissed all the places he marked, caressing them softly. how he made you drink water saying you must be hydrated. how he gently held you close to him as he fell into deep slumber with a smile on his face.

"happy birthday my precious boy." you wished to his sleeping figure, kissing his forehead before drifting into dreamland yourself.

it was perfect, jake couldn't have wished for a better surprise, for a better way to celebrate his day. you were the greatest gift for him which he cherished wholeheartedly.

you were his wish that came true.

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[atinysunbaby]

Ateez as doms 5/8 🔞

🖤Choi San🖤

Read at your own risk. Smut is hiding under the cut.

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- "My precious little angel, how about you sit on my laps for the rest of the movie?" As sweet as the nickname sounds, San's intentions aren't always pure, especially if there is any sort of physical contact involved. He calls you angel because since the first time he met you, he believes you are the prettiest and most perfect person he saw. "I know you guys are jealous that I have the best girlfriend in the world."

- "You're glowing angel, look so good under me~" The whole time you're having sex, San watches each and every reaction you make with an hungry expression. The more he sees that he pleases you, the closer he gets to his high. "Fuck! Keep moaning like that for me and I'll cum inside you precious."

- A huge impregnating addiction. Can't fuck you and not finish inside your warm, tight walls. He's proud of himself after he's done using you're body, watching intensely as his cum slowly escapes your abused hole. "Keep it all inside or I'll have to fuck some more into you."

- "Open your mouth sweet angel~" It always gets your insides tingling when you hear that sentence, because you know you'll be well rewarded. The first time he did it, you came around his dick so hard you almost passed out. The instant his spit comes in contact with your awaiting tongue, you submit yourself completely to him. "Swallow like a good girl and I'll eat you're pussy so good you'll beg for me to stop."

- "I don't care if someone can see, they can look away if they don't like it." Public sex is something you can't escape from with San. Even if it's something you never thought you'd be into, he gets you so horny that you can't resist when he tugs you by your hips to push his hard dick against your ass. Doesn't even try to be subtle about it. The fact that you didn't get caught till now is always gonna stay a mystery to you. "Don't cover your mouth, if you can't keep quiet it's your problem."

- Always smiles like he's the happiest person on earth after sex. He holds you and giggles when you look at him, feeling like he's on a cloud. Always praises you and makes sure you aren't in any kind of pain. "You did so good baby. Love you so much angel~"

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[kmultismut]

Going Seventeen - Good Offer

Genre: suggestive

Members : ot13 x reader

You were filming Going Seventeen - Good Offer with the members. You were the main character without them knowing. Your task was to get two teams of your choice to transfer all of their money to you by the 3rd round. You first teamed up with Joshua, Wonwoo and DK. While all of you were in the room discussing your plan, you sat on the table in front of DK. You had your legs spread around his chair and he put his arms on your thighs. You played with his hair while talking to Joshua. DK put his head in your lap and closed his eyes enjoying your touch. You could see the jealousy in Wonwoo's eyes so you bent forward to give him a forehead kiss. He blushed and pushed his glasses up to further focus on the conversation. You knew Joshua wanted the same treatment so he convinced the rest of the boys to transfer their money to get your attention. As you were walking out of the room, you kissed Joshua on the cheek as a thank you. Once you were satisfied with that team you decided to go for your hardest target which were S.Coups, Mingyu and Jeonghan. Fortunately, Jeonghan teamed up with Joshua's team so you only had to convince S.Coups and Mingyu. Mingyu and S.Coups were alone outside in the lobby so you walked up behind S.Coups and gave him a back hug. S.Coups giggled and asked you, "What's up, honey?" "Please, baby, transfer the money to my account, I will help you win this game." You let your hand travel lower and squeezed his c*ck over his dress pants while making eye contact and smirking at Mingyu. Mingyu gulped watching you stroke the older member, wishing it was him in S.Coups' place. S.Coups closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He groaned quietly and bit his lip. "I don't trust you." "Well, then I suppose you don't need any help with your problem.", you backed away and looked at the tent in his pants. "Sh*t!", he cursed under his breath as he saw his hard on. "Mingyu-ah, go transfer her the money." "But-" "Now!" Mingyu groaned but obeyed his leader. S.Coups started guiding you towards an empty room, but before you reached the door the alarm for the end of the round went off. Since you bought all of the paintings in the bidding you were the winner of the game. The boys looked at each other in disbelief as the staff gave you the MacBook Air. You still decided to spoil the boys with ice cream you bought for them for their good cooperation.

[jaeskitty]

can you do jaehyun teasing + fucking you while on online class?

{11:27 am}

Pairing: J.JH X Fem!Reader.

Genre: Established Relationship,smut.

Warning: Smut(mdni), unprotected sex,sex while being on online class, profanities.

Note: Hello Anon! Did this take forever? I'm sorry and I hope you like it<3 And everyone as well.Thank you! Feel free to leave a feedback. Have a nice Day or Night or whenever you're reading this!<3

"Jaehyun,please. I'm in class",you whimpered as his digits pressed against your clothed clit. "Uh-uh",he refused to fall for your excuse. He slowly got his hands inside your pajama, circling his digits on your bare pussy from behind your chair,his other hand gropped one of your boobs and slowly massaged it until a lewd moan slipped from your lips.

He moved his hand from your boobs to your face and rotated your head a little to the left so that he could get an easy access to your lips as he attached his lips onto yours,sucking your lips in deeper and deeper.He slid his tongue in and swirled it with your tongue,clashing and bashing inside your mouth.His hand again found its own way back to your tit and this time,he gropped a little too hardly that you moaned inside his mouth,making him Hornier. You both were lost in each other touch,each other's warmth and each other's lust.

"Miss y/n,can u please turn on the camera?",your professor suddenly interrupted your and your boyfriend's dirty little game. You hurriedly pushed Jaehyun away and Answered your teacher. You hurriedly fixed your clothes, slicked your hair behind your ear and turned on the camera.

After being done with your questions as soon as you turned your camera off, Jaehyun made his way to you again.

And the next thing you found yourself doing was bending over your study table and getting rammed by your oh-so hard and big boyfriend, Jaehyun. The whole table was jerking with each and every thrust of his. You were moaning like a mess,crying and begging for it to continue. "Y-yes baby,keep taking me in like the dirty little slut you are", Jaehyun said with his raspy voice and you only gave mumbles and cries as replies to him.

"That's it for today class. Goodbye",the teacher bid and ended the class but for you,your class with Jaehyun was still ongoing.

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[slowlydifferentbluebird]

heyy how are you? i’ve been wanting to request a scenario but i was scared you already had too many of them so feel free to ignore this lol. scenario: poly gn reader x sua x yoohyeon just had their ✨first time✨ together all 3, so they kinda just laying on the bed trynna recover and being all shy about it (ofc with cocky/horny sua reminding them of specific sexual details making the other 2 blush). Thank youu

After sex

Dreamcatcher scenario: Reader, Sua and Yoohyeon laying on the bed after their first time

Hello Anon! I'm fine, these days i'm finding again the will of writing. This idea was so fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it 🤗

Dreamcatcher Sua & Yoohyeon X GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

The wall clock marked 3:00 A.M, the air of the room was full of heavy breathing and the darkness wrapped all around you. The past few hours had been a succession of interwined bodies and pleasure.

You turned your head towards Yoohyeon, at your right, even in the dark you could clearly saw that she was looking at you with a soft smile. Your eyes locked and for you it was natural moving your arm towards her face to caress her cheek.

"Yah, I already told you that I want cuddles too!" A voice on your left interrupted the sweet moment. You tried to ignore her, but in return she slapped your butt, making you jolt.

You moved towards the short girl, in search of revenge. Your hands moving fast to tickle her. "Sua, you need to keep your hands stuck" you tried to warn her, joking, but she had the answer ready "Why? Before you were glad that I did you that thing with my hands".

The response made you groan, surrendered to the dirty mind of your girlfriend. Instead Yoohyeon replied launching to Sua a pillow. "You're always the same, Kim Bora" she said to the older girl.

The two started to have a pillow fight practically over you, who were still laying on the bed and watching the two girls fight like they were kids. Being too tired to keep watching that scene, you intervened, grabbing both of them by their naked waist and making them laying again with you.

"You two had still too much energy for someone who had sex for a couple of hours. Now, just stay here with me and sleep. Tomorrow is a long day and if you two wake up tired, Jiu is gonna be mad" you explained to them, like you were a teacher.

The two seemed to listen to your words, in fact they snuggled up by your side. In the room the silenced returned. Too bad that after few minutes a voice interrupted the peace again. "Are you two serious about not wanting another round?.

"Sua!" "Unnie!". And the discussion started again.

[boba-beom]

❥ ҉ midnight snack | choi yeonjun

genre: fluff, suggestive | drabble | college au warning(s): mention of snacks, both parties are a lil touchy, yeonjun being flirty but what’s new, I say college but in the uk I actually mean university :p pairing: yeonjun x reader summary: you wouldn’t think you’d interact with the cute boy on your apartment floor but it just happened, and you it went better than you thought note: listen to Jump The Line by Olivier St. Louis. I just think this is something I’d recommend to yeonjun if ever hehe wc: 1.3k tags:  @spookybias​ @ccheddar @shiningstar-byulxx @feyregels @iggynor4 @sjisouls (your account isn’t appearing for me)

It’s almost been a week since you moved out and back into your college dorm. Seeing familiar faces again after your summer break brought some sort of peace of mind just to reassure yourself that you wouldn’t be spending your late evenings cooking alone. However, there was one face, an extremely attractive one, that you were quite familiar with but not close to.

You shake your head to snap you out of your reverie, continuing to clear up your cutlery and utensils in the shared kitchen. It was late in the night, perhaps past midnight, yet that didn’t stop you to play music since you were alone and your dorm mates were probably asleep. You found that it helped you get things done quicker, but of course you still had to be considerate enough and not have the volume up too loud for those with their bedrooms closer to the kitchen.

The playlist you chose was a new one that you specifically made for your late night vibes, and with that, you could never go wrong with soul-funk with a hint of jazz past midnight. As soon as you wiped the remaining utensils dry and placed them back into the compartments of your own drawer, the strong beat of the next song played. Almost immediately your body felt at ease, your eyes closed and your shoulders moving along to the beat, along with your head softly bopping like it was nobody’s business.

Little did you know you missed the sound of the kitchen door opening, not realising you were no longer alone. The sound of a faint, raspy chuckle caught you off guard, opening your eyes and you couldn’t hide that you flinched ever so slightly, yet evident enough from the smugness written on his face. Your eyes met with ones you’ve seen a few times.

“Oh, don’t let that stop you.” There it was again. That chuckle that you found yourself questioning; how can someone’s laugh be so attractive?

It was Choi Yeonjun, the cutest guy on the floor of your accommodation. He’s attractive, friendly, extremely out going but has an insane amount of sex appeal when he wants. You recall having short conversations with him from time to time but nothing more than small talk.

“Can’t sleep?” You leaned back against the countertop, your eyes trailed his suave movement, making his way towards you. The fluidity in his body was satisfying enough along with the groovy beat from the song.

“Yeah, I can hear your music from my room actually,” Yeonjun teases, nudging you with his elbow poking at your side as he walked by to his section of the kitchen units.

Your face initially fell from his reply, immediately causing you to turn and reach for your phone to adjust the volume from your bluetooth speaker. Your hand just about grasped onto the device, but was interfered by the warmth of his Yeonjun’s palm. It felt soft and gentle, a true contrast compared to his external demeanour. He was standing behind you, sensing his lips by your ear just from the soft pattern of his breathing. And on top of that, his other hand casually resting on the curve of your waist did not help, not a single bit.

Standing there felt like forever. You had no idea what you were going to do but one thing’s for sure, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. At this rate you weren’t going to miss some sort of opportunity to play along. How could you ignore that bubbly feeling whenever you encounter him around the dorm? Or the subtle tension between the both of you.

There was a feeling of wanting to get a grip of yourself and not do anything stupid, yet you couldn’t disregard the fact that you wanted to continue whatever this is he initiated. What you were sure about, though, was that you could melt right there and then. In a blink, he tightened his grip on your hand, twirling your frame until your chests were just mere centimetres away from each other. You gulped, probably loud enough for him to hear, in which was evident from the way he smiled the most charming smile, where his eyes creased at the out corners, where his plump bottom lip was trapped between his teeth from holding in his a laugh. You simply questioned, how can someone be so stunning at 2am?

The chorus of the song hit and you weren’t aware that the song was still playing, stuck in whatever this dreamy haze was. “Show me you can dance,” Yeonjun’s voice sounded gruff, filled with cheek and curiosity like he’s been planning to ask this for a while.

You simply shook your head, “Teach me.” You had no clue what came over you but you weren’t mad about it. His subtle smile turned into that smirk you’ve seen before, the one that you’ve mentally labelled as highly intoxicating. You knew that Yeonjun could dance, he’s a dance major after all, but you weren’t going to let that intimidate you, if anything you’d want to challenge him.

He lightly squeezed your waist before spinning you around in a full turn and ending in a slight dip. His hand’s warmth splayed on your lower back felt too good, as if that’s what you’ve been missing. Or it could possibly be that yearn for someone’s touch after being touch deprived for so long. The tips of his fluffy hair tickled your forehead, and for someone who sucked at staring contests, it seems like a piece of cake when it came to Yeonjun.

A small part of you wanted to stop in case another one of your dorm mates walked in on the both of you, but the other half of you couldn’t care less. You knew weren’t going anywhere from the way Yeonjun’s sharp eyes held your gaze.

“Cute,” was all he could say from your last statement. He noticed your reaction now compared to your statement beforehand, and let’s just say it was a huge difference.

You were flustered to say the least, moving to a standing stance and adjusting your zip up hoodie that fell off your shoulder, but a small part of you decided to leave it hanging. But his eyes never left your frame. If you didn’t catch his stare your cheeks wouldn’t be blushing so furiously, but how could you not? You had to pull yourself together though, remembering that this is just his little game you were both playing.

“Listen, pretty boy,” you brought up your hand to his chest, pointing your index finger right in the middle of his sternum, “Two can play this game, okay?”

Yeonjun looked down at your finger poking at his chest and back at your face with one brow raised. Yet again, he scoffed followed by an airy chuckle. “Easy there, tiger. You must be a little tired to think I’m playing games with you.” He cupped the side of your face, his thumb slowly rubbing your cheek. “Are you tired?”

His tone switched completely, from snarky to his genuinely gentle one. His question managed to get you thinking, perhaps you were just tired, but you were determined it wasn’t going to let that stop you so easily.

“And so what if I am?” You cross your arms over your chest. His response was shaking his head at you and laughing as he walk over to his side of the kitchen.

“Whatever you say, princess. Go rest, I’m gonna have a midnight snack.” He called over, peering over his shoulder to watch you walk out of the kitchen.

“Why look for a snack when I’m here,” you mumbled, but probably louder than you thought since the song ended and so did your playlist. You shut your eyes, brows scrunched because you knew damn well that there was a possibility he heard that.

“Y/n, I’m gonna have to take you out first. I like to do things properly.” You turn to look at him and he sent a playful wink your way. His simple gesture had no business in making your heart beat so aggressively in your chest. 

“Good night then, I’ll see you around.” Not wanting to embarrass yourself even further, you resorted to smiling at him.

“Good night, I’ll text you in the morning.”

[jakeyuni]

when two broken hearts collide | y. jungwon

“that’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be loved.”

SYNOPSIS: jungwon’s heart was just as broken as yours was. that’s why the universe urged him to find you at the right place, and the right time, when you both needed it most.

PAIRINGS: jungwon x gn!reader

GENRE: angst, fluff *happy ending!*

TROPE: strangers/friends —> lovers(?), hs au

WARNINGS: profanity, reader feels unlovable and has self esteem/self image issues, crying, mentions of betrayal, rumors + heartbreak

WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

PLAYLIST: freakin’ out on the interstate — briston maroney, sign of the times — harry styles

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i really thought this idea fit jungwon the best. this fic is honestly really self reflectant of my own emotions but writing this really did help me. i hope you all like it :]

yang jungwon had gotten his heart broken, and so had you.

jungwon felt like his heart would implode any second now. tears ran down his cheeks as he ran to the boys bathroom in hopes of crying out all the anger and remorse he was feeling.

you, on the other hand, let out choked sobs into your best friend’s chest as she shushed you and stroked your hair, telling you everything would be okay. when in fact the both of you knew that, no. everything would not be okay.

you wanted to be alone, truly. the warmth your best friend’s arms gave you was reassuring, but you really just needed to cry it all out by yourself. and the stares from people that were passing by you in the hallway weren’t making you feel any better.

you separated from your friend, telling her you needed to take some time for yourself. she simply nodded her head and rubbed at your sides before you began walking to your special place: the school bleachers.

you wiped off the snot and remaints of tears that continued running down your puffy face with your sleeves — despite knowing that wiping your face wouldn’t do your presence any justice.

the breeze was cool as it hit your face, accompanying the cold tears that stained your under eyes. you smiled softly at the refreshing feeling. everything felt so surreal and you just wished you could disappear for a moment.

your feet dragged along the pavement while you walked to the closed off space beneath the bleachers. there were students playing some sports considering it was your break period, but you managed to slide into the area without being noticed by anyone.

you curled your body into a ball, complete shade covering the previous light that shined on your melancholy figure. why me? why is it always me?

your question would never be answered because you truly didn’t know why it had always been you. you were never anyone’s first option. if you liked someone, they ended up liking one of your friends, anyway. you didn’t even know why you bothered trying with love anymore.

that’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be loved. if only you knew why finding love and being loved by someone would be so fucking hard. you couldn’t help but wonder if you were the problem. if you were simply that unlovable?

as you overthought everything about your worth while processing your emotions, jungwon’s back was glued to the back of the bathroom stall. his tears had stopped, but the quivering of his lip wouldn’t come to a halt. he had to muffle his own mouth to make sure no one heard him trying not to break down. he felt pathetic.

his emotions were so valid, though. i mean, how else was a boy supposed to feel when he found out that his best friend since he was a child, had betrayed him? jungwon’s best friend had spread a terrible rumor about him: ‘jungwon says disgusting things about girls and even rates them, his friend told me so himself!’ jungwon had heard from a student who was gossiping to his group while he was was walking to lunch. he remembers the way he stopped in his tracks and ran running towards his previously best friend, only for him to shun him away and act as if though he didn’t exist.

now none of that was true. jungwon was an absolute sweetheart, he was just lovesick and craved love like no other. a lot like you did. which is why he felt like the world was swallowing him whole when he found out that his best friend had spread such a lie just because he wanted the girl that jungwon had hopelessly been crushing over for the past couple months.

but at what cost did he start the rumor? were their years of friendship and love worth it? all for a girl, for a rumor? jungwon’s reputation was ruined, his image, everything. people gave him dirty looks everywhere he went. and he wanted noting more than to be told that this terrible time would pass. even if it felt never ending.

jungwon peeled himself off of the door, he faced himself in the bathroom’s mirror and fought the urge to let out a sob. he stretched his arms over either sides of the sink and bent his head low, eyes daring to look up into the mirror, but he shook his head, lowering it down to stare at the faucet as his eyes watered.

no, i’m done crying. jungwon stormed out of the bathroom. he knew he couldn’t keep crying between periods and holding in his emotions during class, just to go home and weep, then repeat the cycle all over again. every. single. day. like he had been doing for the past week.

he too, was headed for the same exact spot you were currently sitting in. neither of you caught each other in the spot, because you only came to it when you needed it most.

today, however, was different. today, would be the day the both of you would discover that the delicacy and raw aura that engulfs the spot beneath the bleachers; hidden away from the rest of the school to see, has always been shared by the both of you.

as you heard footsteps approach the area, you immediately backed up into the brick concrete wall, hoping whoever it was — was not coming your way. you didn’t need anyone bothering you right now.

your face of dismay turned more sour the moment you saw a shocked, but familiar — face peak into the foreclosed area.

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know anyone else came here,” jungwon uttered. he knew who you were, and you knew him. it’s just that, until now, either of you hadn’t really got the chance to talk to each other. besides making eye contact in class every now and then, the two of you were strangers.

you didn’t want to seem prude, considering jungwon’s face looked just as puffy as yours. and the way his voice cracked upon seeing you, you assumed that jungwon needed to be under the bleachers just as much as you did.

you shook your head. “no, it’s okay. sit down,” you advise as you scooch over to your left some and pat the now empty space beside you, offering a soft smile as jungwon’s eyebrows raise and he settles himself next to you.

it’s awkward for a couple of minutes. neither of you saying anything to each other despite the tension in the air being so thick you could cut it with a knife. it was as if you didn’t need to say anything; the both of you knew that the other was obviously going through something difficult.

nonetheless, the silence was replaced with the sound of the cement scratching as jungwon moved closer to you as he turned his body towards yours a bit. you were a little shocked but lifted your head from the wall behind you, staring at him questionably.

“today doesn’t seem to be our day, huh?” jungwon chuckles.

“no, not at all, to say the least,” your chest vibrates and you shiver not only because of how cold the atmosphere had gotten, but also because of the image you suddenly pictured of you bawling your eyes out ten minutes prior.

jungwon takes notice of your shivering form and he takes off his jacket to drape it across your shoulders, looking at you to see your reaction.

you begin taking it off of your shoulder and shake your head at him, trying to assure him that you’re okay, but he insists. “hey, just wear the jacket, alright? i’m happy to give it to you, it’s comforting to be with someone else right now.”

you blush at his words, he was such a gentleman. and you found it funny, really. the way you wanted nothing more than to be alone, but right now, you didn’t as much mind jungwon’s presence; because him being there with you was as warm and comforting as the sun shining on your beaming face.

you hum in response. “i like you being here, with me … y’know? i really needed this.”

jungwon looks at you to see you biting your lip, anticipating his response. as his eyes traced upward from your lips, to your nose, to your eyes, he noticed that they were watery. jungwon shushes you just as your friend had done earlier, but this time so quietly, that it’s barely audible.

he grabs ahold of your hand and rubs his thumb over the back of it. you sniffle as a tear runs down your cheek and you blink away the rest, not wanting jungwon to worry. you take jungwon’s other hand and do the same as he was doing to you, then finding it in you to rest your head on his shoulder.

he looks down at you and smiles, you were so pretty and never would he have thought that he’d be in this situation with the person he always admired from afar, but never found the confidence in himself to take things further. he thought he would have to stick with the intense eye contact that would occur between you both for the rest of his high school life.

“i’m not crying because i’m upset, well at least not anymore. it’s because i appreciate this,” you look up at jungwon and he pauses before speaking.

“i can tell. i think it’s because this — i mean, us being here, together, distracted the both of us from whatever we were thinking about so intently before.”

you wrap your arms around his waist and move closer, he gives in and puts his chin atop your head ever so softly. and in this very moment, for the first time in a long time, you felt so loved. and it was all because of jungwon; you swore you wouldn’t let this go, you wouldn’t let him go. not after this.

no more words had to be said because no matter the rumor, or the desperation of tenderness, all was fulfilled when you and jungwon were together. you were now his, and he was yours, even if it wasn’t audibly pronounced.

the way your figures clung onto the other before you walked back hand in hand to your next class, was all that needed to be in order to play out what the two of you were: two previous broken hearts that were now mended, together. forever.

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[wonjns]

finish — p.js drabble

♡ park jongseong x gn!reader // suggestive

“finish your work, baby” jay whispered into your neck, his lips ghosting your skin.

your eyes were closed in concentration, but definitely not on the draft of words in front of you. your focus was on the warm presence that loomed behind you over your desk chair, and the smooth hands that ran up and down your arms.

jay had been sitting in your room watching you work for quite some time. your peripherals picked up how wide his legs spread on your bed. it was painful,, for you.

you’d been typing away at the sea of text on the cursed screen in front of you for a week, and your neglected boyfriend just wanted to..... help.

although your attention was diverted to his thick thighs teasing you from across the room every 5 minutes, they were also serving as motivation. jay may have been teasing you with his lingering touches and kisses, but he refused to let you touch him until you finished your tasks.

all you could think of was finally completing the document and plopping yourself on jay’s lap, right above the growing bulge between his legs, and allowing yourself to drown between his lips. you could already feel how his tongue would work you and drag along the grooves of your body as reward for your hard work.

currently that very bulge you were fantasizing over was pressed into your back as you sat at your desk, him massaging your shoulders a little too sensually. guess seeing you struggle to focus was turning him on more than expected.

“i-im trying.” you sigh out, your fingers making so many typos even auto correct couldn’t save you.

jay leaned down to whisper just against your neck - so close, but not making contact. one of his hands snaked under the front of your jeans and placed his still hand on your core before offering you a low “try harder, love.”

he began slightly rubbing you while landing an open mouthed kiss on your weakest spot, and all you wanted to do was turn around and smash your lips on his. your instincts were begging you to just plunge your tongue into his cavern to suck the deliciously teasing tone right out of his smug mouth, and to hear him moan from it. oh how badly you wanted that right now.

but right when you showed any signs of movement, he completely released any contact on your body, strutting back to the bed. his legs returned to their brazenly spread position, the tent in his pants only growing more and calling your name.

you sighed desperately before tearing your eyes away, attempting to correct your typos while your hands shook. this man was going to be the end of you.

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a/n: lskdjjdhd literally just wrote this in my uber after seeing this reblog from @hee-pster ,,, i need a teasing jay to get me to finish my drafts too so i can just sit in his lap 😩💨

[jaylaxies]

PLEASURE PRINCIPLES

PAIRING : masseur!jay x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, unprotected sex (use protection y'all), fingering, use of word 'madam', jay being a gentleman, strangers to fwb, semi-public sex.

SYNOPSIS : after a long and stressful year of university, your friend convinces you to get a massage, letting you know how good their services are. you agree and gave it a try, not knowing that the massage you'll get will be life changing.

WC : 2.5k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! aaa i can't believe i have 2k of y'all now <3 i wanted to write this concept for so long and it's finally here now as a thank you to y'all for supporting me this far! i hope y'all enjoy it :D all likes, reblogs, comments and feedbacks are highly appreciated ᥫ᭡

dishevelled hair, dark eyes bags and a small frown plastered upon your face. that's what your mirror reflected back at you, the frown soon turning into a pout. university has been horrible to you, constant exams and myriad of assignments left no time for you to take care of yourself and it clearly showed.

so when the exams finally did end a day before yesterday, all you did was–sleep, waking up only to order food from your favourite restaurant and eating while gushing about your new idol crushes, only to go back to sleep again.

'uni is all fun and parties' your older friends had told you while you were in highschool. "a bunch of liars." you rolled your eyes, trying to understand if the person in the mirror was actually you.

your ringtone snapped you out of your self-staring session. you picked it up without checking the caller id, knowing there's only one person who'd call you.

"hey, yeji." you greeted, no zeal in your voice.

"y/n! why do you sound so–" she paused, "lifeless?" she wondered out loud.

"the question is, how are you so energetic after those hell of exams?" you groaned, throwing yourself on the bed again.

"please don't tell me you've been sleeping ever since exams finished?" she asked, well knowing that it's exactly what you did.

guilty, you just shrugged your shoulders, forgetting that she won't be able to see it. the silence said it all and yeji sighed, changing the topic.

"i got a massage from the spa shop that opened recently." she squealed, always excited about self pampering.

"the one everyone's been gushing about on campus?" you asked, your eyebrow perking up on its own. yeji nodded as if you could see her.

"it's called luscious lather! it's as fancy as the name suggests. that place is so fucking cool, i could get weekly massages there!" she spoke all too fast and you were sure she was smiling from the way she spoke.

weekly massages? it sounded tiring to you, the same thing happening over and over again? what would be so amazing about it?

she continued before you could reply, "they gave me a coupon to use for my next visit—which i'll be giving to you, i bet you look no less than a zombie right now and that massage is all you need to be my angel y/n again!" she finalized.

"wait–" your eyes widened at the sudden situation.

"i'm sending you the e-coupon right away and fixing an appointment for you, be there at 3pm tomorrow!" she screamed before hanging up. typical yeji, you thought, smiling at her antics.

a massage didn't sound so bad considering how stiff your body had become at such an early age. maybe you should have exercised a bit more.

you grabbed your laptop, trying to search for the said spa. several images popped up, it looked modernly royal, the perfect aesthetic for you.

as per the photos, it had a big reception area and different rooms for each kind of package/deal. the last pic however grabbed your attention the most; the staff. each of them looked stunning, this is probably why the spa is talk of the town.

one of them stood out to you, his jawline being too sharp to ignore. strong jaw structure and deep brown eyes, that's all you could see by zooming in the low quality picture.

a text 'ding' brought you back to reality, you had stared at the attractive stranger for a bit too long. the notification was of yeji, she had sent the coupons.

yeji ᥫ᭡ :

*attached image*

have fun tmrw bb ;)

me :

will do, thank you babe ;)

the wink emoticon was confusing to say the least, it was just a massage after all, wasn't it? without much ponder, you decided to sleep yet again, a better way to skip time till tomorrow. your tired body gladly accepted the rest, going into a deep slumber in just a few minutes.

•••••

2:45 pm, you were standing in front the huge spa. the plot being bigger than what you had initially expected. the automated doors slid open, a gush of cold air hitting your face in the bliss. you could sense the change in your surroundings, dark counters and plush sheets indicating how posh it was.

the aroma screamed luxury and serenity, you walked over to the receptionist, a young lady with her hair tied up in the most perfect ponytail you've ever come across.

"hello ma'am! how may i help you today?" she questioned, a smile plastered onto her face which screamed business.

"hello, i've got a massage appointment under the name of y/n, please." you smiled back at her.

a few seconds of her checking and soon, you were being guided into one of the massage rooms by a guy with the prettiest moles on his face, you assumed he'd be the one who's assigned for your massage.

"you can change here, madam, your masseur will be here shortly." he handed you a single towel, showing you the way of changing room and leaving after flashing you a beautiful smile.

you were a bit disappointed that he wasn't your masseur but you looked forward to who it was now. you stripped down and wrapped the towel around you, sitting down on the sofa near the spa bed and scrolling through your phone as you waited.

a knock made you aware that your masseur was here. you softly said 'come in' and the door opened, revealing a tall man. the same man you saw in photos yesterday to be more precise.

"welcome to luscious lather, madam. i'm jay and i'll be your masseur today." he spoke in his low, deep voice.

you smiled at him for his honorific filled tone, thanking him with your expressions. you took a moment to take his appearance in as he took out all oils and towels he needed for the activity.

his jawline was sharp as you saw in the blurry photo, his face ethereal as if he was carved by gods themselves. your stare wasn't subtle which caused jay's lip to twitch from the corner.

he came closer to you, "you can lay down now, miss." he spoke, his mere voice sending shivers down your spine. you were in trouble and you knew it.

a sudden awareness struck your mind, you had to be naked in front of this attractive man, and he had to touch you. the basics of massage, right? but why were you so scared?

you laid down, still in your towel which had to be removed for further continuation. jay gently removed your towel, leaving you naked and your cheeks flushed. you noticed how his eyes lingered for a second too long on your body before he covered your breasts and pelvic region with two neatly half folded towels, barely hiding your intimate areas.

you tried to focus on the soft music and the faint aroma in the room but no avail, your eyes kept flickering back to jay. even in his plain white t-shirt, he looked attractive. he placed a rolled towel under your head to support you. soon, he poured oil on your shoulders, spreading it by softly massaging that area.

his touch was soothing yet powerful enough for your muscles to relax, all your knots started to open up, as his fingers digging into your skin pleasurably. you noticed a small pout on his face as he concentrated on his given work.

soon, his hands moved from your shoulders near your neck, gently massaging your sensitive clavicle, moving down to your boobs, but never once touching them. it was like all your workload suddenly went south, your body finally losing months of pent up tension. it went on for a good few minutes, all your knots opening up one by one, sending your body into bliss, you never knew you needed this.

you sighed, content with jay's large hands working on your body. he stopped to gather more warm oil in his hands, going down and massaging your thighs, now, kneading your flesh with expertise.

midst of his work, jay couldn't help but focus on how sensitive your body was. he worked on your inner thighs, the squeezes turning you on, making you close your legs to the maximum amount possible. jay noticed that. despite maintaining his decorum and professionalism, he couldn't abstain but imagine how your body would shiver against his.

biting his lip, he spread your legs, to massage further, of course. your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him near your cunt, fingers digging painfully close to your wetness, making you hiss out a curse.

"everything alright, madame?" he asked, a subtle smirk plastered on his devilishly attractive face.

"yeah! of course!" your eyes flew open, not expecting a question, voice suddenly high pitched. safe to say, you were embarrassed, but at the same time, you never wanted this feeling to end.

his dark eyes pierced into yours, as he continued to move his hand, so close but not once touching your now throbbing core. he hadn't even done anything and yet you were pathetically clenching around nothing. your breathing sped up, and before you knew it, a whimper left your mouth.

your eyes widened to see jay fully smirking now, biting his lip alongside. your body shivered under his touch, as he poured oil on your pussy, removing the barely there towel, leaving your lower body naked.

you weren't sure if this was included in your package but you were willing to take anything this man had to offer you. his thumb softly circled around your clit, looking at you in the process. you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, looking at jay with need.

"please." you croaked out with flushed cheeks.

"please what, madam?" he politely asked, not once forgetting his manners yet, seemingly cocky, making you word out your needs. 

through his actions went opposite to his words, his fingers now circling your clit faster, "oh fuck–" you had cried out loud.

"shh, we don't want others knowing now, do we?" he spoke, already semi hard with your pretty voices.

you were glad to know that he was on the same page but, it wasn't enough for you.

"want more." you whined at the slow pace of his fingers which teased your entrance.

"as you wish, madam." he spoke, getting closer and spreading your legs further, inserting two digits at once.

you clenched around his fingers as he pumped into you mercilessly, as if trying to finger fuck all the stress out of you. low moans resounded the room, toes curling as you reached the brink of your orgasm. jay felt you shivering under his touch, so he decided to take it a step further, rubbing your clit with his thumb, stimulating you further.

"ah, please don't stop!" you gasped at how he made a simple orgasm feel so intense.

and he didn't stop, making your back arch and legs quiver by the time you reached your climax. the knot in your stomach finally coming down freely on jay's fingers. you couldn't think straight for the next few minutes, breathing deeply to reach down from the euphoria.

meanwhile, jay was painfully hard, your low moans, fucked up expression and red watery eyes were enough for him to lose his sanity. this was the first time he went against his customer service policy and he wasn't regretting it one bit.

"tell me what you want." jay asked, carrying you to the couch next to your massage table and gently putting you down, brushing stray hair away from your face.

"is sex massage therapy a thing?" your hormones were speaking by now, making jay let out a pretty smile.

"let's discover it, shall we, madam?" he raised his brow, making you nod at once, still eager.

within seconds, he was naked on top of you, kissing and fondling with your breasts, massaging it in all the right ways. his cock rubbed against your wet core, sending shivers down your spine.

you had booked a stress relieving massage, and that's exactly what you were getting, his hands not leaving your body even once, giving you the outmost pleasure you're ever received.

you felt him prod at your entrance, kissing you straight before filling you up with his dick. the kiss successfully blocked the loud moan which you were eager to let out. jay was huge, he filled you up deliciously, rocking his hips back and forth until he was buried in you.

you held his broad shoulders for support, hands slowly gripping his silky hair in a fist. he groaned, particularly loving this gesture.

you let out a sob, clenching around his length as you felt another knot building up in your stomach. jay thrusted powerfully, heightening the sensation and further providing you bliss.

"jay–" you gasped, every part of your body was sensitive to the core. jay rubbing your clit only added more to it.

he loved it, the way his name rolled off your tongue, further encouraging him to do more. heat pooled your cheeks, being fucked by your hot masseur was never something you had expected to happen. though, you weren't opposed to this idea anymore.

"that's it, y/n, cum for me." he finally called out your name, chasing his own high alongside. you felt him twitch around you.

jay silenced you with a kiss yet again as you creamed his cock, toes curling with pleasure as you hit your second orgasm.

jay pulled out, emptying himself all over your stomach. he sat down to regain his breathing as he dick grew soft again.

you realised that you won't be able to see massage in any other way anymore.

jay realised that he won't be able to treat you much as just a client anymore, yet he stood up, helping you back on the massage bed and cleaning you up.

"that was nice." you softly spoke.

"glad to be of your service, madam." jay joked around making you laugh.

he made sure to complete the massage, cleaning you up and mentally making a note to get your number from the receptionist computer. you stared at him the whole time he did his work, highly nervous because no one had made you feel this relaxed with sex before.

you knew you won't be able to stop yourself from coming back to luscious lather. afterall, you weren't sure if anyone else could top the satisfaction jay gave you.

"you can dress up again, someone will soon be here to escort you out. have a great day, madam." he said it all with a smile, seemingly professional as if he didn't fuck you 15 minutes back. you let out a small thank you and he winked before leaving you alone. the same guy with pretty moles came to escort you out, smiling and wishing you a good day.

you had to take a cab back home as your body felt like a puddle with all the stiffness and stress gone. you knew you had to go back, you had to meet him again.

maybe you had liked jay a little too much because, soon you found yourself booking an appointment again for the next week.

weekly massages didn't sound bad to you afterall.

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[atinysunbaby]

Ateez as doms 1/8 🔞

💖Park Seonghwa💖

Smut under the cut. Don't read if your underage or if uncomfortable. (It might be shit anyways so sorry :)

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- "You're so damn adorable baby bun!" He calls you bunny the most, finding the nickname at the same time adorable and exciting. Whenever he uses it, he feels like he somehow has some kind of ownership over you and it gets him agitated when he's particularly in the mood. "Bunny~ Would you come see Seonghwa for a sec?"

- Loves choking. Enjoys watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when his fingers wrap around your throat. He knows you have an obsession with his hands and uses it against you. The way you look so vulnerable under him has he trusts into you and hear your restrained noises from the lack of oxygen is only making the fire in the pit of his stomach grow impossibly fast. "That's right bun you're all mine~"

- "So beautiful, precious little thing- Fuck you feel so good baby~" He praises you endlessly, spoiling you with compliments and encouraging words till your cheeks are inflamed and you try to hide behind your hands. "Aww, don't hide your pretty face from me love~"

- His favorite part is when he finally gives you the release you deserve. Loving the way your whole body tenses and shakes from the intense pleasure, back arching and reaching for him while lost in the after waves of your orgasm. He doesn't stop there though, his loving gaze fixed on you has he keeps moving. Hearing your pathetic whines and watching as you struggle to get out of his grip is something he just can't get enough of. "You can take another one right bunny?"

- "You did so good precious." Aftercare is a must for him, even if you had the softest session, he always treats you like the most fragile thing on earth. He carefully wipes your body with a warm washcloth, whispering praises to you the whole time. He leaves kisses all over you afterwards, smiling as the goosebumps rise on your skin and you hum in satisfaction. When you reach for him and plead with your eyes for cuddles, he immediately obligates and engulf you with his warmth. "I love you Y/N"

》》

I don't even know why I wrote this🤦‍♀️ Is it worth writing for other members?

[en-hale-archives]

Enha hyung line reaction to you having a high sex drive

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༝ ･ ˖ ₊ ˚⊹ Hyungs Reacting to their s/o having a high sex drive༝ ･ ˖ ₊ ˚⊹

pairing ⑅ Hyung!enha x gn!reader

warning ⑅ 18+ content/suggestive (nothing sexually is really said). Read at your own discretion

author's note ⑅ Okay, so I also added whether or not they too had a high sex drive. I had fun writing this one! I've been a little MIA, which might be happening a lot more often cause, ya'know, school. But, please enjoy!

Heeseung ⑅

He'd be super annoyed.

Yes, he has his days when he's just like, "omg, yes let's do it until the sun comes up." but sometimes he can seriously just be over it.

You both had already done it like 4-5 times that day, and you were ready for the next round and he's just OUT of it.

He'll whine super heavily and just throw a tantrum.

"NO." just a straight answer and nothing else.

You would also throw a tantrum and beg him, but he just physically can't.

I honestly feel like Heeseung doesn't have a high sex drive, like he's not pinning to have sex all the time. He'll just do it when he feels like it or when his partner feels like it and that will be that. If his partner had a high sex drive, it would probably be hard on him since that's just not something he has, but he'd do his best to try and meet their needs, but sometimes, he's just worn out and he can't continue on.

Jay ⑅

I can see Jay being spooked by how much his partner would want to have sex.

One day, you just kind of blurt it out, and now he's curious, but he didn't know just how sexually driven you can be.

"Again?" he'd say. He'll think about it, but since he loves pleasing you, he'll usually say yes.

He'll be the type to kind of tease you about it. You both are out in public and he'd be like, "I bet you're horny right now." with the biggest smirk ever.

and of course, he's right, so you both go home and bang it out until you can't anymore.

Jay's seems to be the type that would do multiple rounds, but sometimes he just has his limits.

Jay doesn't mind his partner having a high sex drive cause it leads to some really fun and restless nights. Jay might have a high sex drive himself, but I think it depends on the time and place. It's not for long, but maybe just for a whole week, he's just be hornier than thou. He won't usually say no to you, but if he does, you know it's because he is legit out of it, whether worn out or just not feeling it that day.

Jake ⑅

HE"S A HAPPY PUPPY.

He'll pretend likes it nothing. "oh cool." he'll say casually, but on the inside, he's just thinking about every move and position ya'll can try.

It get SUPER sexy with the two of you. ya'll are young and curious, so toys, devices, belts, and everything else are something that you both experiment with, and you both LOVE it.

Jake has no problem with you having a high sex drive, he is ready to go whenever you are.

Nobody can convince me that Jake doesn't have a high sex drive. Like all I could imagine Jake doing throughout his quarantine is being a horny freaky fuck. So if his partner was the same way, there would be many restless nights. But it's an adventure for sure, something you both really enjoy.

Sunghoon ⑅

PLEASE HE'D BE SO SHY

It's the first date and you tell him, and he just can't deal.

I mean red ears, cheeks, neck, hairline, literally everything.

You both have been dating for some time now, so he's use to it, and his like 50/50 about it.

Some days he's like "FUCK YES." and other days he's like, "no, absolutely not."

You can beg all you want, but Sunghoon does it when Sunghoon wants to.

Realistically, I don't imagine Sunghoon having a high sex drive. Every time I see him, he's so poised and adultly and suave. Don't get me wrong, he can still be a freak, but like a low-key one. I feel like he'll have his splurges of, "ok, let's fuck until we can't see." but it's not often. If anything, he'll really just have sex to have sex, but you can tell the days that he's like actually really wanting to have sex, and it's amazing.

[sanashoneydew]

I can be a better boyfriend than him ♡︎

Pt1

⚠️mentions drinking and high school partying.⚠️

I can be a better boyfriend than him series ꨄ

|| suggestive (idk what to call this one LMAOOO | VERY dom!ryujin x sub!reader | gxg ||

You let out a soft sigh staring down at the full drink in your hand. You didn’t even know why you were there. You hated high school parties. You hated social events that included popular people. Your boyfriend knew this but never cared.

He never really got to know you. The real you. Ever. He was popular and you weren’t. You never really loved him. He guilt tripped you into believing that you loved him every chance he got. You only had him and a few friends.

You sighed looking up to see your boyfriend dancing with his friends. Everyone around you seemed to be drunk. The air smelled of alcohol and was sticky and hot.

You let out a little pout and gently grabbed your bag. You didn’t wanna be there anymore.

You were about to leave before she walked up to you.

shin ryujin.

She was popular and in your eyes, So fucking hot. You two got along very well. All the guys swooned over her but she was never interested. You two had a few classes together and were friends but not close. You’ve known each other since middle school when both of you two started going to the same school.

She was wearing a pair of black pants and a black long sleeve shirt. The shirt and pants had some holes in it in just the right places to show off her perfect curves. She had a grey jacket on on top. Her black wavy hair was down and her makeup was Smokey with a pair of dark red lips.

You on the other hand we’re wearing your usual skirt and a cute pullover. Your hair was up in a high ponytail. You weren’t the party type but always looked cute and somewhat hot in the clothes you wore.

Ryujin looked you up and down with a slight bit of lust in her eyes. She wasn’t drunk. She didn’t even have a drink in her hand. She hasn’t had a drop of alcohol that night. She wasn’t the type to drink.

She smiled before getting your attention with her words.

“Are you lost beautiful” she teased with a slight grin on her lips.

You looked up and saw who it was. Your words were taken back for a few seconds at how good she looked. You let out a soft sigh. You would normally tease her back but right now you were over people. She instantly picked up on this and knew you needed to get away from everyone.

“Hey ryujin” you said softly.

You placed your drink down on the counter next to you as she came over and stood beside you.

“Hey” she responded at first looking back to the crowd of people that filled the house before looking back to you.

“Who left you here all alone?“ she asked softly.

Ryujin never flirted with anyone and usually had a sassy, sort of mean, tone towards everyone. but with you. It was different. She always had a soft place for you. She cared for you and even though you guys were just friends, she was protective over you.

Seeing you all alone while your boyfriend danced with his friends made her so mad. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve him.

It was evident to ryujin herself that she’s always had an eye for you since you two met. You always had an eye for her too but you always ignored it. You had a boyfriend who you loved and who loved you right?

“Guess” you spoke looking at her once more then back to your boyfriend in the crowd. You were almost as pissed as her inside.

She sighed and shook her head. “He doesn’t deserve you” she spoke looking you up and down once more.

You looked back at her with a confused look. You didn’t believe her words. As much as you wanted too. You doubted the way your mind processed things sometimes. You thought it was too good to be true.

“Huh?”

“He doesn’t deserve you. I mean look at you. Your absolutely beautiful and he just left you here. Alone” ryujin spoke softly.

You listened to her words and let out yet another soft sigh.

“Ryujin-” you spoke trying not to show your eyes full of lust mirroring ryujins. You knew it was wrong and tried to cover it up but it wasn’t working.

Ryujin was always scared to make a move but now she felt the time was right. Something was in the air. She felt more confident. You made her weak. She felt like this moment was meant to be. You were alone. Your boyfriend was busy and not paying attention to you like always and biased at the look on your face, you wanted her too.

“Come on” she whispered gently grabbing your hand.

She led you upstairs and into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

And locked it behind her before she gently pushed your back against the wall.

“This is so bad” you whispered feeling the guilt as soon as you two entered the room.

She gently pinned your hands against the wall. She giggled at your words looking at your lips and shook her head.

“You know…. I can be a better boyfriend than him baby” she whispered before she finally kissed you.

The kiss was passionate and deep. The kiss you two have been craving for a while. You let out soft noises as you two kept kissing. She made sure to keep you pinned against the wall.

Ryujin was quick to move to your neck. Trailing kisses everywhere she could. Leaving nowhere on your neck unkissed.

You continued to let out soft, now more loud noises at her kisses feeling the marks she was leaving behind. You boyfriend could never make you feel the way she was making you feel. You were starting to realize this.

“I know you can” you whispered at her statement making her grin against your neck.

Thank god you didn’t leave.

[peachiejeongin]

End Up Here | Hwang Hyunjin

Synopsis: His head was spinning from the moment you walked in. Now, all he could think about is how you ended up where you were...

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!Reader (Reader uses she/her pronouns)

Genre: Crack, Suggestive, Fluffy Elements

Warnings: Mild swearing, sex is implied but not directly mentioned, not proofread [Let me know if I missed any!]

Song Inspiration: End Up Here - Five Seconds of Summer

“And when I wake up next to you, I wonder how -- how did we end up here?”

Hyunjin could not keep his eyes off of you.

The current setting -- a college orientation party -- was dull. There was no one there Hyunjin knew let alone wanted to talk to, nothing interesting worth partaking in, and it was obvious that no one wanted to be there.

That was until you walked in.

The moment you did, everyone’s attention turned from the increasing monotonous party to you, including Hyunjin’s; although, he made a humane choice of admiring you from a distance.

You were gorgeous, there was no denying that. You were engulfed in an over-sized black hoodie, which nearly covered the matching black denim shorts. Every feature on your face looked, to Hyunjin, like the gods themselves had sculpted you. 

His head was spinning, watching your every action from a distance; the way you moved to the low music that was playing, your chill demeanor when approaching someone, even the way your fingers fidgeted with the strings of your hoodie when you seemed nervous. You were way too cool, he thought.

Hyunjin’s mind was so cluttered that he did not even notice that you had moved. It was only until you were directly in front of them that he snapped back to reality.

“Hey, Pretty Boy. What’s up?” Hyunjin could not bring himself to believe it. He looked behind him to see if you were really talking to him of all people. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment went he realized he was pressed against a wall. “Yes, you, Dude,” you quickly say as if you read his current thoughts.

“Oh,” he mutters, almost inaudibly. “Hi. Um, nothing’s up. You?” He’s flustered, undoubtedly. You did not mind, finding the boy’s rattled state adorable.

“Heh, nothing’s up with me either. I, uh, saw you staring at me.” 

‘Oh shit,’ Hyunjin thought as his mind ran a million miles a minute, no thought going through it being positive. You probably thought he was the biggest creep on planet Earth now after catching him gazing for only Heaven knows how long. As such, thousands of apologies spilled from Hyunjin’s lips all at once. You found this endearing as well, quickly calming the young man down.

“It’s no big deal, Dude. I actually thought it was cute, so I wanted to come to talk to you,” you respond, unfazed in contrast to Hyunjin’s panic. You...wanted to talk to him? “By the way, I like your shirt. Nirvana’s one of my favorite artists.” Hyunjin glances down to his own t-shirt, a Cobain one at that. 

Hyunjin thought the universe was playing a trick on him. First, you approach him; subsequently, you compliment him. Was this real life right now?!

“Oh, thanks!” he somehow manages to get out, pushing all his thoughts aside and only diverting his attention to you.

“What’d’ya say we get out of here, yeah?” a playful smirk to pries at your lips as you say this. 

“Don’t we have to stay until 10:00? Uni orders?” Hyunjin’s model-student nature suddenly comes over him. He does not remember the last time he snuck out of a school event, if there was even a time he did.

“Oh, please. No one ever stays at these things. Who do you see here actually having fun?” Provoked by your words, Hyunjin glances around the noticeably smaller crowd of “party-goers.” No one seemed joyous; in fact, everyone’s mood seemed noticeably glum now that the seemingly god who just graced everyone with her presence found someone to preoccupy herself with. Therefore, he nodded, a shy smile etching itself onto his face. Hell, he had nothing better to do for the night, so why not?

“Awesome!” you suddenly takeoff upon your response, causing Hyunjin to take off after you, giggling as he did so. Before he knew it, he had caught up with you in the parking lot, and both of you were laughing like two kids in the middle of candy store. 

“So, uh, where do we go?” Hyunjin nervously asks, rubbing the nape of his neck. The short-coming fabric of his beige sweater rose up a bit, which you immediately took notice of, blushing in response. You quickly diverted your attention back to the taller male’s question.

“Well, I don’t live too far away from here. Walk me home?” you suggested. Hyunjin nodded in response, a thin smile now present in contrast to his previous anxiety-stricken expression.

“So, Pretty Boy,” you suddenly started whilst beginning the venture to your apartment, “tell me about yourself.” All words seemed to escape Hyunjin at that moment; he could not remember a single characteristic of himself. You took notice of this, aiding the boy with your next question: “Okay first off, what’s your name so I don’t have to resort to calling you ‘Pretty Boy?’”

“Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin,” he mumbles, adding emphasis on his surname. “Um, I’m a freshman here, majoring in art...I’m twenty-two, I like dancing and stuff...yeah!” he surprisingly ends his self-describing ramble with enthusiasm, to which you giggle at. “What about you?”

“That’s cool, Hyunjin. As for me, I’m a sophomore this year, I’m majoring in literature, I’m twenty-four, and I like music and stuff,” you playfully mock the way Hyunjin finished, eliciting a scoff from his end.

“Okay, Mockingbird,” he jokes. Surprisingly, he found himself beginning to ease up around you. “What kind of music you like?”

“Hmm, I’m more into classic stuff: Metallica, Lynyrd Skynrd, Jon Bon Jovi, all the good stuff.” Hyunjin whips his head around at the mention of Bon Jovi, and you grin at his sudden interest. “You like any of those groups?”

“Bon Jovi’s one of my favorites, actually!” he says happily. “My favorite song is ‘Livin’ on a Prayer.’“

“No shit, same!” Your excitement is off the rails at this sudden affinity. 

You spend the rest of the walk back to your apartment getting to know each other even more and goofing around as you do so, occasionally making suspicious comments every time the other party said something that could be taken out of context. At last, you reach your apartment, and Hyunjin sighs. He finds himself not wanting his time with you tonight to end.

“You know, you can come in for a bit if you’d like,” you suddenly recommend, noting his apparent disappointment. “I live alone, so I don’t think anyone will really care.”

“You went zero to one-hundred in a second,” he chuckles teasingly.

“Eh, this isn’t the first time I’ve invited a pretty boy into my house...kidding, of course,” you respond, your demeanor coming off more alluring than you had intended. Hyunjin eyes you up and down as you stand slightly over him in your raised door way. “But, there’s a first time for everything, right?” you add on.

Hyunjin hikes up to the step directly in front of you, now towering over you. The meekness you had already become accustomed to was gone, you noticed, a teasing smirk now threatening to break through.

“Can I do something incredibly stupid?” he suddenly asks you, throwing you for a bit of a loop. 

“Y’know what, go for it.” Upon your permission, Hyunjin encapsulates you in a kiss, the submissive side of him previously present now entirely diminished. One of your hands makes its way to Hyunjin’s cheek to deepen the kiss while the other struggles to open the door behind you.

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Hyunjin awakes in an unfamiliar location. Bright sunshine peeks through thin curtain shades as he takes in his surroundings. The bedding was white, in contrast to his grey. He did not recognize the fairy lights, currently deactivated, hanging from the ceiling, and he one-hundred percent did not have a vanity mirror in his room.

He turns over on his side, finally taking account of you laying peacefully beside him. He remembers the events from last night and smiles upon recollection.

Hyunjin slowly stands up, retrieving each piece of clothing he had discarded last night. He looks back over to you, once again taking account of your tranquility. The only difference now being that your eyes were beginning to flutter open.

“Morning,” you sleepily mumble. “Leaving without saying goodbye?” you noticeably frown. Hyunjin looks down at the pile of clothes in his hands then back to you. He shakes his head in response.

“Nah, I can wait a few moments.” He climbs back under the fluffy comforter, instinctively snaking an arm around your bare waist, causing you to smile.

‘Man,’ you both simultaneously thought.

‘How did we end up here?’

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Note: Hello, Darlings! Enjoy this short one-shot that suddenly came to my mind while I was listening to 5SOS! I know it’s a bit short and not as organized compared to my other stories; however, I thought it was a cute scenario and needed to get it out of my head :’) Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed! <3

[jaeskitty]

hi im new here but can u do a johnny x fem!reader (established relationship) wjere his gf wears a princess tiara for fun and he just fliPs😩😩 (we love a size kink but pls no ddlg play😭😭wouldnt mind if he calls me a princess tho---) im sorry if this was alot but yeah

im anon :} ig😭

Pairing: Boyfriend! Johnny Suh X reader. Genre: smut(mdni), established relationship. Warning: Unprotected sex,dirty talk,fingering,size kink,. Word count: 0.8k words.

A/N : Hello Anon :} and I'm sorry<3 It took me some time to get back because I had my exams going on but now they're over(thank god). I hope you like this one.Have a nice day or night or whenever you’re reading this everyone<3

"I mean it was my dream to come to Disneyland",you blabbered out excitedly after having the best day of your life with your boyfriend, Johnny. You couldn't help but to keep talking about it. You loved everything in there. Ever since childhood,you wanted to go to the Disneyland and it had finally come true. Johnny was driving and smiling at your words which were spilling out of your mouth nonstop.

"I bought so many things today,oh my god. I'm so happy",you shouted again as you both stepped inside your shared house. Your happiness literally knew no bound. "Yes we did,let's take them out,let's see what we bought",he indicated towards all the bags and swiftly ran to the bags,picked them up and poured all the materials on the bed. You started to show him what you had bought and he started to show you what he had bought. Checking the newly bought items after coming home has another type of happiness.

"Johnny Johnny see this",you called him as he looked at you with a soft smile displayed on his face."Don't I look like a princess?",you asked him as you put on the princess tiara which you had bought from the Princess Snow-white's panel.

You smirked underneath your innocent smile which was displayed because you knew what stunt you had pulled right then.

"What do you look like again?",he teased you as he came closer and closer.His behaviour didn't sit quite well and you realised your plan has succeeded. You pulled yourself aback and said,"Princess! I look like a princess". "You sure do", Johnny stated before slyly reaching your tiara and pulling it off with one of his hand."You're my princess even without this tiara.Shall I treat you like a princess as well?",he questioned you with a smirk formed up on his face. You simply looked up in his eyes,"One more step and it'll be the best day of my life",you winked at him while tugging his tee upwards.

And the next thing that Johnny did was to attach his lips onto yours,deeply yet passionately. He sneaked up one of his hands under your tee after lifting you up and setting you on his lap. You grinded against his crotch which allowed your pussy to get a good amount of friction from it. Your panty was soaked by now because of the continuous torture his hands were doing on both of your boobs and not to mention the way his clothed boner was almost fucking your clothed pussy. Johnny flipped you and tossed you on the bed before standing up to get rid of his black Tee.

He hovered over you showing off how big he was against you and how he could manhandle you just the way he wanted to. He helped you take of your shirt and took off your jeans as well leaving you in just your undergarments.

He stood up and you crawled to his pants to take out his big fat cock which you were totally whipped for. Undoing his pant,you took his dick out and started to stroke it with one of your hands while you made your way upto his lips again. Kissing you deeply,he moved your hands from his cock making you frown under his hot touch.

"Tonight's all about you, princess",he whispered so seductively in your ears.

And the next thing you found yourself doing was whimpering and moaning on his fingers as they worked wonders inside your cunt.He was fucking the shit out of your pussy with this fingers and you were taking it all."How does it feel, princess? Are my fingers fucking you fine?", Johnny's deep whiskey voice melted your earlobs as the vibration of his voice sent down chills throughout your body,"Mmmhh yes yes,y-your fing-fingers feel soooo goood",you managed to answer him in between your loud moans.

Johnny smirked and pulled his fingers out in a swift motion only to slide his thick dick inside your tight little pussy making you scream out of a mixture of both pain and pleasure, exactly the way you liked it. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and started to give you slow but hard thrusts which in no time,turned into reckless thrusts. "You make me go crazy,do you know that?","Y-yes Johnn",you breathlessly replied to him. He held your chin,keeping the pace of his thrusts unchanged,"You're so dirty,you know how to get my dick all hard for you with just a word,don't you princess?",he emphasized on the last word as you smirked at his words and with a loud moan,"Johnny aaaahhh", you came on his dick unannounced.

Your hot cum and your clenching skin around his dick made his member twist as well and not long after,he came as well with a loud grunt, right inside you.

"Open wide,princess",Johnny smiled cheekily as he stood Infront of your bare body with a warm towel. You smiled back at him,"Thank you,Johnny.This is the best day of my life"

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