#kpop suggestive

[loserlvrss]

PRINCESS ❛𝐄. 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐍 𓂃 ⋆ what mac said: she’s a princess to the public but a freak when it’s time 🫕

──── 𝑔𝒻reader ˚suggestive dialogue 409drabble LiBRARY

@yudaies when will I stop writing for you? 사랑, 𝓈𝘰𝘱𝘩

“Which one?” You asked, holding up a silk, black maxi dress that only hugged the top half of your body and another that hugged all of your shape but arguably showed less skin—besides the open back, of course. 

It shouldn’t have been a difficult decision, but you were having trouble deciding which one looked best—Afterall, you liked them both. And the heels you wanted to wear didn’t help by being a basic black pair that matched practically everything. You’ve even worn them casually with jeans. 

The man behind you, your boyfriend, was eyeing them through the mirror you stood in front of. You’d just finished doing your makeup and hair, actually content with how both turned out; the success was making you excited to be going out. 

You hadn’t had the chance to see friends much during the catastrophe you called balancing work and Eric—who was always busy, and when he wasn’t, was always with you. But, you had your best friend, who came over often when your boyfriend was overseas on tour or just plain busy, and occasionally you’d go out for drinks with others who reached out. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a simple life, but it was yours. 

His eyes landed on your face as he grabbed the one from your left hand: the non-silk maxi. 

“This one’s easier for me to take off,” He joked. 

“Not funny, Eric.” You side-eyed, scrunching the other in the crevasse of your elbow so it didn’t drag on the floor. “Does it look better on me than the other?” 

Throwing the dress over his shoulder, his hands found your waist, “You look good in both, but yeah,” He sighed, bringing his lips down to the skin at the nape of your neck, “It’s the open back, especially when you wear your hair up, drives me insane, you know.” 

You giggled, but relished in the way he held you against his defined body. The way he kissed your skin so gently, caressing your waist over the sleep shorts you were getting ready in. 

“Is it too…” You smirked, huffing out your nose, knowing what he was going to say before he had the chance to reply, “Modest?” 

He laughed, and your eyes rolled, “Nobody needs to know you’re a freak besides me, baby,” Eric voiced, kissing your cheek in between words and playfully looking through the mirror, “Keep up your princess act for everyone else.” 

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[sincerelyrki]

say it, you’re mine

your brothers best friend has always been there for you, even when you ask him to fake date you to make your ex back off.

pairing : brother’s best friend! sunghoon x fem!reader

warnings : suggestive. making out in public. sunghoon marking the reader (biting, etc).

wc : 1.1k

a/n : first time posting a written work in this account… kinda scary ngl. i’m not tagging my perm taglist on this post because it’s only for smaus. not sure how i feel about this one so please feel free to leave feedback <33 my asks are always open ;) also pt 2?

“Is he still watching?” Without looking away from your lips, Sunghoon nodded in confirmation, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he hummed at you.

“I think we need to make it more believable, will you let me kiss you?” Your eyes widened as Sunghoon grabbed your belt loops, unhesitatingly pulling you into his chest. 

You looked up towards your brother's friend in shock, the thought of your ex watching fading with the overhead stereo.

Sunghoon felt your breathing hitch as he leaned down, his head tilting as his lips ghosted against your warm cheeks. “I promise, one kiss and he’ll never look at you again.”

Sunghoon wasn’t lying, he’d been waiting years for this moment to arise. A moment where he could press against you, feel your smoother lips melt into his as your cute noises sounded out from between his lips. 

He could practically feel himself starting to throb, his need for you growing as the reality of the moment flourished throughout his veins.

His breathing now matched yours, his mouth almost salivating the second you nodded your head. “You promise he won’t bother me again?” 

Sunghoon barely managed to swallow his scoff of disbelief, a daunting smile growing on his lips as he shook his head at you. 

“Baby, have I ever lied to you?” He once again leaned in, this time towards your lips. He paused for a second, his nose brushed yours, his minty breath filling your senses.

“No one would ever bother you again.” A wolfish grin grew on his face as he saw your confusion grow, your innocence stirring an undiscovered feeling beneath his skin.  

“I promised, didn’t I?” He softly cooed, his hand lifting to wrap around your bottom jaw. His thumb traced random circles against your soft skin, his calloused fingertips tracing down until it reached your chin.

In a needy daze, you nodded. Your patience wore thin the longer his lips hovered over yours.

A quiet whine left your lips as his thumb gently pressed against your bottom lip, putting just enough pressure to make it shape under his touch. 

With his thumb still firmly pushing against you, he pressed his lips to yours with an open-mouthed kiss. He used his finger to pull your lips further apart, his entire hand moving down to gently wrap around your neck as his tongue wrapped around yours.

Sunghoon tilted his head to the side to get a better angle, his lips never leaving yours. He used his other hand to push against the back of your waist, pushing you further into him.

The second a small noise left your lips, Sunghoon was almost sure that he had popped one against you, his chest heaving as the noise reverberated down his spine. 

The vibrations travelling from your lips to his was something he’d never experienced before, but it was just enough to create a dangerous addiction. 

“You taste so good” Sunghoon whispered out in between kisses, his voice coming out almost unintelligible due to the state of his lips. 

“Fucking want to kill everyone who’s ever kissed you before, you’re only mine.” You pulled back to breathe, heart racing as black dots filled your vision due to lack of oxygen. “Say it, say you’re mine” 

Sunghoon pressed one last kiss against the corner of your lips before sucking a spot near your ear, your pulse directly beneath it. 

“Say it” He almost growled, his teeth pressing deeper into your skin. You gasped in a pleasurable pain, eyes squeezing closed as your mouth dropped open in breathless pants. 

“Only yours, I've only ever been yours.”

Sunghoon gently licked against your indented skin, your words pushing his mind into a deeper, unknown, mindset.

His sucking grew more deprived, and the feeling of not being close enough to you entered his mind in a spiralled web. 

Sunghoon had never been as thankful for a club as he was now, the ability to kiss out without getting an odd look thrown his way driving him crazier than he thought was possible.

He looked up from under his lashes, only his eyes visible from over your shoulders. His eyes connected with the very ones of your long-forgotten ex, the other man’s jaw dropped as he glared at the two of you. 

Sunghoon held the eye contact, making a show of trailing his hand up the bottom of your shirt, your back arching to accommodate his touch. 

His cold hand contrasted your warm back, a quiet gasp leaving your lips as he transferred his cold body temperature to yours. 

Sunghoon felt his pride growing the longer he watched your ex's reaction, his cheeks burning red as he cursed the two of you under his breath.

“More, please” Your needy whine brought Sunghoon back, his gaze softening at your begging. Sunghoon pulled off of your skin, small bite marks littering your once spotless neck.

“After you” Sunghoon threw you a teasing smile, his hand wrapped around yours as he slightly bowed in front of you. A quiet giggle of amusement left your lips at his dramatic play, heartwarming at the sight of his genuine smile.

Sunghoon allowed you to pull him through the crowd, his body almost completely pressing against your back as he trailed behind you. 

Sunghoon looked over his shoulder, and with an exaggerated smile, he winked at your ex. 

He should’ve known Sunghoon would leave with you, known that you’d always end up with him. 

The loud shout followed by a glass breaking was enough for your wasted friends to notice your departure, shocked looks getting thrown around as they placed the dots together.

“I’m going to kill Sunghoon.” Your brother stood from his chair, his eyes rapidly moving across the entire room in search of his best friend. 

His other friends shared looks, Jake taking the initiative to grab onto your brother's shoulder. “She’s safe with Sunghoon, you know he won’t let anything happen to her.”

And he was right. Sunghoon would never let another person touch you, especially not after he finally made progress with getting with you.

“You’re right, he’s probably helping her brush her teeth or something.” From behind your brother's back, the rest of his friends all shared looks, only nodding with false hums of agreement as your brother looked toward them.  

“He’s definitely putting something in her mouth” Jake grunted in pain as an elbow got dug into his side, small snickers leaving his lips as your brother shot alarmed looks at him. 

“What does that mean?” At the lack of response your brother grew more anxious, his voice raising a few decimals, “Jake? What does that mean?”

[binark]

certified eater !!

notes. hong seunghan x fem! reader, non-idol au, smut. minors dni

“fuck, seunghan…” you moaned out, gripping tight on the bedsheets as your legs shook from all the pleasure you were currently receiving.

it was no secret that seunghan was able to make you cum just by eating you out. and because of that awesome discovery, he’s been calling himself the certified eater.

he absolutely loved eating your pretty little pussy out; in fact he won’t complain if he gets to eat you out every single day. he enjoys hearing your moans, whines, and even your screams.

you bite down your bottom lip as seunghan continues to show no mercy towards your pussy, and there’s no signs of him stopping either. once he starts, there’s never going back.

you squirm even more once he spreads your legs wider. your moans grow louder and louder as he enjoys every inch of you.

“fuck, you taste so good darling.”

the pleasure you were receiving felt so good, you begged seunghan to keep going. and oh boy does he love when you beg to him.

he stops for a moment and looks at you. you’re all red and your eyes are teary, “do you want me to keep going, yn?”

“yes, please. keep going—i want to feel good, seunghan.” you beg to him, and you saw him smirk upon you before lowering his head again.

“as you wish, darling.”

[airaibunny]

chaewon x reader - “bubbles” (warnings: fluff, making out, nudity, ass grab i guess)

a/n: pooks, please pretend with me that everyone has their own bathroom in their bedroom. idk how dorms work, please don’t yell at me🙏

word count: 700+

it’s nearly midnight and you’re laying on the couch, pouting at chaewon’s absence. she’s been gone all day for a shoot. sure the other members are nice to be around, but they’re not her. you can’t wait to be wrapped around her in bed, smelling her perfume as you drift off to sleep.

“are you still sulking over chae?” sakura notices how sad you look and sits next to you on the couch. “she said she’d be here at nine, it is way past nine.” she tries to comfort you with a hug and you thank her.

just as you’re thinking about how much you miss your girlfriend again, you hear keys rattling outside. you immediately spring up from sakura’s arms and run to the door, waiting for it to open like a puppy. chaewon walks in and you jump into her arms, shouting at her. “i missed you so much!” she gives you a kiss and fully walks through the door. “i missed you too, pretty girl!”

you’re still clinging onto her as she walks into the living room where everyone else is.

“i was gone for an entire week last month and all i received from her once i came back was a ‘hi’. you’re gone for one day and you get all of that, wow.”

yunjin remarks across the room, staring at you in disbelief. you roll your eyes at her and laugh about it with everyone else. chaewon puts all of her stuff down and turns to whisper at you. “i’m going to take a bath, come with?”

you obviously say yes and follow her to the bedroom, leaving the others jokingly gasping behind you.

once you’re inside the bedroom with the door locked, she starts taking her clothes off. “bubble bath or normal bath?” she asks, throwing her shirt to the side. “bubble bath!” your eyes drift downward as she removes her bra and she chuckles at you.

“i’ll go start that for us, get ready.”

she walks into the bathroom and you hear the water running. you don’t miss a beat in taking all of your clothes off and joining her.

“hey, it’s not ready ye-“

you interrupt her sentence with a kiss, wrapping your hands around her neck. her hands land on your waist momentarily, but quickly move across your entire body. “you can’t keep leaving me alone.” you whisper against her lips, not wanting to separate yourself from her. you love feeling her bare skin on yours.

she pulls away, leaving you whining for her to come back. “it’s ready.” with that, she steps into the tub and you follow after her, sitting on her lap.

“you’re so pretty.” she smiles while tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. even after dating for such a long time, your heart still flutters when she compliments you. you can’t believe you have her all to yourself, it feels surreal.

“you’re so pretty.” you press your forehead against hers, letting every thought on your mind fade away.

she disrupts your moment of peace by throwing a handful of bubbles at your face. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” you yell and shove her a little while letting your jaw drop in shock. “you’re too quiet, i’m bored.”

instead of responding to her with words, you start kissing her. she kisses back, letting her hands roam your body again. your hands find their way to her face, pulling her deeper into the kiss. your tongues are intertwined together, fighting for dominance. you bite down on her lip when you feel her hand on your ass, firmly clutching it.

after a few more minutes of this, you decide to get out and get ready for bed. you both dry off with a towel and brush your teeth, smiling every time you make eye contact in the mirror.

when you’re done, chaewon tries to put on her pijamas, but you stop her.

“no! don’t put clothes on, i like feeling your skin.”

she agrees with a giggle and takes your hand, guiding you to the bed to lay down.

“i love you.” she plants a soft kiss on your forehead and places her hand on your cheek, rubbing circles on it with her thumb.

“liar. if you loved me, you wouldn’t leave me alone.” you pout at her and she chuckles, already half asleep. “i‘ll try not to do it again, promise.”

you stop pouting, sufficiently content with her response.

“i love you too.”

with one last kiss goodnight, you snuggle into her chest and close your eyes, still thinking about how lucky you are.

[anton-luvr]

hi!! love your works so i wanted to request a fic where y/n and her bf (riize member of your choice) of a few months are together and since it’s only a few months they are all sweet and cute, they didn’t really approach the idea of sex yet.. but he gets his first boner with y/n and at first it’s all awkward and shi but then it gets suggestive but they don’t go all the way yk because it’s their first approach to the topic. hope you understood the request and thank you in advance 😭💖

# CLOSER THAN EVER.

𖦹 bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff & HEAVILY suggestive 𖦹 note ; this is so anton coded no one can tell me otherwise... thank u anon!! its my first writing something like this and honestly,, i feel like this kinda sucks lol but i hope u like it :')

"Does this taste okay?"

Anton looks up from the bowl of ice cream he was holding to see you stretching a spoon of chocolate sauce towards him.

"It tastes kinda weird," you mumble, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But it's not expired yet."

Anton licks the sauce off the spoon, concentrating on its flavor.

"Okay, that's definitely weird." he agrees, wincing as he's met with a gross combination of sour and sweet. "We are not going to eat that."

Laughing at your boyfriend's reaction, you turn away to toss the bottle into the bin.

"Here, eat some ice cream." Anton suggests, getting a spoonful for you. "It takes the taste right out."

You hum happily around the spoon at the taste of the sweet icy treat, excited to eat more during your movie night later.

"I'm so glad we got vanilla flavor," you sighed. "It's so go-"

And all of a sudden, Anton's lips are on yours, cutting you off.

His warm tongue moves and licks against your cold lips, sending goosebumps all over your body at the sensation.

"Y-You had ice cream on your lips." Anton mumbles when he pulls away, face burning red.

You're blushing too, but you laugh, finding it adorable.

"Maybe just say you wanna kiss me next time, hm?" you tease, wrapping your arms around Anton's neck.

The ice cream is long forgotten when the both of you lock lips again, Anton's arms tight around your waist as he slowly backs you against the kitchen counter.

"You look so pretty today," he sighs, brushing your hair aside and leaning down to kiss your neck.

It blows your mind at how when you first met Anton, he had been a blushing stumbling mess. Always avoiding your eye contact, stuttering endlessly, and always turning crimson red at any form of physical contact.

But now here you were, eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure while his teeth grazes softly against your neck. He doesn't stop even while leading you to the sofa, letting out a soft grunt when you straddle him.

Now, with the both of you heading into the eighth month of your relationship, you've achieved your fair share of milestones.

Starting off with the basics like holding hands and cuddling, you were now at the stage of hot and heavy makeouts, but nothing past that.

And since neither of you had any experience, both of you agreed to take things slow.

"When we're both ready," Anton had said back then to you, lips prettily swollen and panting from your first makeout session.

You wonder where he stands on the matter now, when something snaps you out of your thoughts.

Anton had stopped his actions, his flushed and shy face buried in your chest instead. "W-What's wrong?" you ask, dazed and confused as you run your hands through his hair.

He doesn't say anything, merely shifting around a bit to let you feel it.

You gulp when you do, eyes widening at your boyfriend.

"Is that- Are you...?" you mumbled, flustered.

He burns in embarrassment as he nods, nervously biting his bottom lip. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to... do that, you just look so pretty today and you sounded so-"

It's your turn to cut him off for tonight, kissing him strongly on the lips.

"Don't apologize, it happens." you whisper.

"And... I can help you out if you want?" you offer, looking at him warily.

Anton's eyes widen at your question, and he manages to muster a small "Y-Yeah, please.", desperation heavy in his tone.

He's barely gotten the words out of his lips when you kiss him again, hips experimentally moving against his.

The curly haired boy lets out a loud whine at this, head falling back on the sofa, and you've gotten your green light.

Airy whimpers and moans slowly fill your living room as you continue, the pleasurable friction making Anton's head spin while you kiss each other messily and noisily.

Adrenaline courses through you while his hands feel you up, newfound pleasure burning like fire at wherever his fingertips touched.

"F-Feels so good," Anton pants, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

He starts leaving hickeys again, the sharpness of his teeth and warmth of his tongue adding on to the pleasure. "Don't stop, please." he whines.

And so, you don't.

The movie becomes the last thing on your minds as you spend the rest of the night just like that; lips connected, hands exploring each other, repeated confessions of love, and hearts racing - closer than ever.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[atinysunbaby]

@ateezluvv asked :

heyyy...could you please make ateez having crush on you? aaaand you are songwriter at KQ too....thank uuuuuu

Thank you for asking! I hope you'll like it even though I didn't make it the exact way you wanted and it took me an eternity to write, really sorry about that. :(. I wrote a different job for each member, because I felt it might be more entertaining that way. <3

⌛Ateez Hyung line having a crush on you⌛

💖Park Seonghwa💖

"Park Seonghwa." You call your next patient's name, standing while holding the door separating the offices and the waiting room. You analyze his every actions and movements, like the boy's eyes widening slightly at the sound of your voice, the pathetic non subtle attempt at taking a shaky breath in hopes to slow his sudden rapid heartbeat, his hands and legs trembling as he stands up and the corner of his lips he can't seem to control that are starting to form a smile.

"Hello Dr. L/N!" You nod with a smile and gesture for him to follow as usual, scoffing under your breath in amusement, the excitement you could hear in those 3 words and the higher tone of voice he used, added to his reddening cheeks and averting eyes, this man really can't keep his emotions from showing.

You position yourself at the entrance of your office, gesturing for Seonghwa to enter. "Please take a seat and we'll get started."

The boy obeys immediately, maybe a bit too fast in your perspective, but letting this slide as well, you sit behind your desk and proceed to ask him a few personal questions. "So tell me Mr. Park, what is the reason of your urgency?"

"My what?" He asks, his voice almost a whisper and wearing a confused expression, waiting for your possible explanation. "Yes, you called my secretary and asked to get the closest appointment disponible.. or was that not the case?"

"No- I mean yes.. It's because of headaches, I get them everyday and I can't focus on practice anymore when it gets to intense." He lets out frustrated, clearly it has been affecting him for a while. "Any other symptoms?"

"Umm- no, I don't think so." You nod and type a few informations in your computer. While being occupied, you can still see the way the boy bounces his legs in nervousness and the way he can't seem to loosen up. "Are you sleeping enough, eating well, hydrating?"

"Well, sometimes?" At that, you give him back your full attention, concerned about his wellbeing. "Sometimes? What is sometimes? How many hours of sleep do you generally get, do you eat all of your meals and what kind of food, how many glass of water per day?"

"I'd say.. 4 hours per nights, sometimes more or less. I drink whenever I can, which I believe is not enough and every time I eat I feel sick, so I eat one meal, sometimes 2 and it's mostly ordered." You know he's an idol and you came to the conclusion that he was working really hard and it must be complicated, but you had no idea it was that bad. "Alright, you'll have to get a blood test and when I'll receive the results I will immediately send you a prescription for the supplements you need. I believe you are malnourished and you lack a whole lot of sleep."

He nods and sighs, feeling a bit helpless at his situation, it's almost impossible to stay completely healthy when there's a comeback and on top of that the group received death treats.

"You must know this already but, you really need to eat all of your meals and try to eat healthily, you need to sleep to regenerate your body and drink more water in order to function better. You might only be experiencing headaches now, but if this keeps on going at long term, there could be a lot of negative repercussions."

"I will, thanks miss!" He says with a blush coating his cheeks, slowly coming to realisation of the word he used. "You don't have to call me miss you know? Y/N will be just fine, if that's alright with you of course."

"No no no- I mean yes of course! It's totally fine- sorry.." He abruptly shuts his mouth because of the amused look you give him, never having felt more embarrassed in his life. "No worries Seonghwa, just make sure to keep this a secret between the two of us, I'm not supposed to get so 'friendly' with a patient and my colleagues wouldn't appreciate that I'm being so unprofessional."

All you receive is a flustered nod from the other and the sight infront of you is priceless. Seonghwa looks breathless and his whole face, neck and ears seems to have turned red, his lips are restrained by his teeth and it looks like they are about to rip from the pressure, in short, the boy looks like he is about to burst. "Seonghwa."

"Mmh?" He looks at you dumbly, as if his brain had just stopped working and he turned stupid. You scoff in disbelief, but mostly because you find him adorable for behaving like you are some kind of goddess. "You can breathe sweetheart."

And with that his whole chest deflates, as he lets out the breath he was holding.

💙Kim Hongjoong💙

Being a teacher always has been your dream job, and for the last few months that dream became a reality, but you wonder now if you might have made a mistake.

Everything that comes with teaching, other than educating people on your favorite subject, is actual crap. Even though you have considered unimaginable scenarios while trying to prepare yourself to this world, it is nothing like what you imagined.

You wanted to quit after weeks of feeling absolutely miserable, but something-no, someone held you back. Hongjoong. That cute boy in one of your class who always pays attention and participates as much as humanly possible.

While the others always treat you like shit, being disrespectful and making disgusting comments that affect you more than you thought they would, Hongjoong stands up for you. He shuts them up real quick which you think is really sweet, but he's your student and it can be nothing more than that. Your delusional self will need to forget about that perfect man and move on.

"Alright guys remember about what we covered for the last two weeks, most of it will be in the exam. Have a good day!" Your students, although disrespectful most of time, salute you on their way out when they feel like being polite, which in your opinion is somewhat even worst. Because you know they know that they make you feel worthless, but they only care about themselves and their image.

"Excuse me miss?" There it is again, that smooth, angelic, soothing and irresistible voice calling for you. Trying to calm the untamable beating of your heart and put on the mask of a teacher who's totally not head over heals for her student, you answer the boy with a charming but neutral nevertheless tone of voice. "Yes Hongjoong what is it?"

"Could I speak to you for a second.. like privately?" He adds the last two words in reason of the numerous students walking around the corridor, you also don't fail to notice him looking quite uncomfortable and proceed to leave the door ajar, to not cause any misunderstanding..

"I just have a certain, uhh.. I need to tell you.. something." He fidgets endlessly which makes you even more nervous, but you remain calm as your 'student' needs you. "Of course what is it, you can tell me anything."

"I.. just kind of like you, like a lot." He throws the confession at you and acts like he's the one in shock, gasping with his eyes full of what resemble fear and hands coming up to hide his gapping mouth. You on the other side, stop breathing completely. "W-what?"

Then you know it wasn't the reaction he was hoping for, because panic settles in his already overwhelmed with emotions' body and mind. "Oh no- please I'm sorry! Could you please maybe forget I ever said that? I don't- it was a lie! Yes I lied-"

"Oh my- you did nothing wrong, no need to panic, just take a deep breath babyboy. " At the beginning of your sentence, you watched as his body relaxed and he started to regain control of himself, but after that you lost the poor boy. "B-babyboy?"

You didn't mean to call him that, but you don't regret it after seeing his reaction. You try to hide your laugh behind a cough, but he catches it quickly. "Are you laughing at me? Was that a joke?"

He looks so heartbroken that it sends a sharp pain through yours, an adorable pout makes its way onto his face without his knowledge, small unshed tears gather at the corner of his eyes and his eyebrows furrow in sadness, making his forehead slightly scrunch up. The poor baby looks way too cute when he's sad, and you shouldn't think so. "No don't cry, it wasn't a joke! I didn't mean for it to slip out like that, but if you don't dislike the nickname..."

"Really?" You have to stop yourself with everything you have right now, to not hug the life out of this precious little human. Fortunately, it seems that luck is on your side today, and the boy is the one reaching out for you. "Umm, would it be ok if I hugged you?"

"Come here." And of course you can't resist, squeezing the boy in your arms in a tight hug and he melts against you, his hands gripping the back of your shirt in fear you'll let go.

💛Jeong Yunho💛

"Hello! Is anyone here?" You hear a deep, masculine voice call out for someone and you hurry to put the tiny kitten your holding in its cage with her siblings. "Yes I'm coming, just a second!"

"Oh there's no need to rush, please take your time." The man kindly responds and you smile at the gentleness in his tone, hurrying your task despite not having to. You don't want to make the boy wait when you have the time for him immediately.

You enter the main entrance with hurry and enthusiasm for a potential new customer, more then ready to greet the person waiting in the room, but your usual joyful speech is cut short when you are met with who you think, is the most handsome man you ever saw. "Welcome to the shelter... Umm I'm Y/N, how can I help you sir."

You gulp unintentionally, all of the confidence you usually have for other animal lovers like you is thrown out of the window from the moment your eyes meets. His smile is as bright as the sun and you swear you can see twinkles in his beautiful brown eyes, his aura gives off positivity and pure happiness and it makes you smile unknowingly. "Hi I'm Yunho, I'm looking to adopt a dog."

"Oh right- of course, we have a few little treasures at the moment! Would you like to meet them?" You ask in hopes that he would agree and end up taking one of the unfortunate pups currently residing in cages after being abandoned. "Yes! I'd love too."

Your heart flutters at the sight of his beauty and sincerity, showing off all of his perfect white teeth, eyes squinting slightly, giving him such a cute appearance. "You can follow me! I'm sure they'll be really excited to spend some time with you."

"I'm excited too. I've thought about this for a long time and I already bought everything necessary, bed, food bowls, toys, food, treats, blanket and- maybe a little too much actually." Yeah, excitement is clear in his tone and you can't fight the grin from appearing on your face. "I'm really glad to hear that. A lot of people who come to adopt some of our animals don't seem to care much."

"Really? Who wouldn't be looking forward to this? I mean especially if they come here in the first place." You're shocked for a second, the more he speaks and the more you are pleased by his kindness. He seems like a gentle and caring person, exactly the type of person a pet needs. "Right! That's what I thought, they don't deserve to adopt one of them if they act like that."

You turn to him slightly while opening the door to the dogs' room, both exchanging an interesting glance and you blush slightly at the way he carefully watches you. You wonder if he has been looking at during your whole small conversation and if he did, you hope you didn't do anything embarrassing. "We're here."

Your voice his small and you silently curse yourself for appearing so shy and nervous in front of someone you just met. You proceed to open the first cage, letting the 1 year old corgi out and introducing him to Yunho. " This is Pudding, he's a pretty active little guy, cuddly and he listens well to the instructions he's given. On the day he was brought here, he whined and didn't wanna come out of his cage for days after, he was so sad. Poor baby."

"I can't imagine abandoning a small being like that, they must go through so much pain." The pained expression he wears now, confirms his thoughts and you try to brighten the mood up a bit. "Fortunately, there are some amazing people who come here to save them."

Yunho giggles, knowing the intentions behind your words and appreciating your efforts to make his visit as pleasant as possible. "Well, there's also the kind and beautiful girl who takes care of them during their stay."

Your mouth hangs open in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks and you can't help but hide your face behind your hand in hopes that your heart will slow down. Yunho chuckles and the sound sends shivers through your whole body, he keeps getting more and more attractive and you don't know how to act anymore. "W-would you like to meet Rocky now?"

"Mmh I don't know, I think Pudding and I are already inseparable." He pets the dog who has fallen asleep in his laps and you can't help but let out a small laugh, happy for the puppy to have found his new family. "Really?"

"Yup, he's my little buddy now, if that's alright of course." He scratches behind the animal's ear and looks at him dearly, you know at that moment that Yunho is perfect for Pudding. He's going to be loved and cared for like never before and you just have a feeling that he will never be sad again. "Thank you, I'm really happy for you both. All that's left is some paperwork to fill and you'll be able to take Pudding home."

You both make your way out and back into the lobby, Yunho holds the still sleeping dog in his arms and walks carefully not to wake him. You take out a small folder with a few pages document he has to fill and you wait patiently while he writes down the informations needed.

"All done!" He exclaims, keeping his voice low so he doesn't startle the small baby asleep against him, he grins at you but it disappears almost instantly, a nervous expression replacing it instead. "Will I see you again?"

"You mean here at the shelter?" You ask hoping that he wants to see you for another reason than regarding his newfound friend, you don't want to sound like a fool if you answer his question after reading his intentions wrong. He laughs, this time it's so quiet and breathy that you almost don't catch it. "No, I mean... Can I have your number or something? I want to see you again, like to get to know you- if you want to of course, if you don't, I'll respect your decision."

You hesitate, only for a second, not because you don't want to, you would without even having to think about it, but you're at work and you shouldn't be fraternizing with a client. You quickly decide that it's worth giving it a shot and if you get in trouble, you'll deal with it then. You write your number on top of the folder containing Pudding's birth certificate and other important papers and hand it to him, feeling giddy and nervous. "I'd want that too."

You both exchange one last smile and Yunho leaves with the promise of contacting you as soon as he can. You're already looking forward to seeing him again. "See you Y/N!"

💜Kang Yeosang💜

You were working as a staff member at KQ, mostly assisting everyone you could with their jobs and making their lives just a bit easier. When they found out that you have a degree in kinesiology and worked at a gym for some time, they proposed that you become a personal trainer to some of the members.

One of them being Kang Yeosang, the prettiest human you've ever laid eyes on, ateez's precious and sweet baby who is loved and recognize for his cuteness, is groaning and huffing as he works out only a few meters away from you.

You make eye contact every once in a while through the mirror and you try to make it look like you weren't just checking him out, clearing your throat and nodding before taking some notes on your pad, but deep down you know he must be aware. "I think if you move your arms a bit more sideways it'll be safer. Wouldn't want you to strain a muscle."

"Like this?" He proceeds to do as instructed and you nod with a smile, letting him continue on his own. Truth be told, Yeosang doesn't really need a trainer, but he insisted that you at least stay and watch him so you can take notes on the mistakes and help him improve.

You should keep it professional and not make him uncomfortable, but everytime he goes back to his exercises, you can swear you can see a smirk appear on his face. As if he is teasing you and enjoying your reactions, it's only adding fuel to the creeping fire in your stomach.

His muscles are bulging, almost threatening to rip his shirt with how tight it became since he started an hour ago, a big proof of his efforts. The veins on his arms and hands, a result from all the weight lifting and it's attracting your eyes like a magnet. The sweat coating his skin and making his hair stick to his forehead doesn't make him look bad in the slightest, actually it's the first time that you aren't disgusted by someone else's sweaty figure and you can't help the way your body responds to the man, who is now walking towards your smaller form and towering over you.

You don't know if you were right to agree and take the job, because in this very moment, having to be so close to him is leaving you breathless and you're scared you'll end up reacting in a way that'll make him hate you. He's searching for your eyes, trying to get your attention, but you're so deeply lost in your thoughts that you almost gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your chin. He lifts your head so you meet his gaze and arches one of his eyebrows in what you think is a mix of amusement and interest. "So did you enjoy the show?"

"W-what- are you- you're.. I. I didn't!" You can barely breathe as his overpowering aura engulfs you and it overwhelms you to the point you can't form a whole sentence. His reaction to your response is what makes you break and you try to get away from his grasp, but he only grabs you face more forcefully this time and backs you against the wall behind, almost pressing his whole body against yours. "Now I didn't take you for liar little one."

You accept your fate, his eyes boring into yours and he looks like he's about to devour you. His expression changes from lust to concern in a matter of seconds when you start to tear up, maybe from embarrassment or because everything is too much at the same time, you have no idea. "Are you ok, do you want me to stop?"

You shake your head, but a tear falls followed by your lower lip starting to tremble. Yeosang takes it as a clue to stop even though you say otherwise. He slowly releases your jaw and backs away only enough to give you some space. "Did I hurt you or scare you?"

You reassure him by shaking your head once more, reaching for his hand without realising, only to stop mid air when you do. He notices immediately and smiles sweetly at you, bending to your height slightly before he takes you in his arms, holding you close to his body. "You can touch me if you want, it's ok sweet baby."

"Now do you wanna tell me why you were crying mmh?" He asks gently, not to make you cry again and you try to regain some control over your body, taking a deep breath and thanking Yeosang for being so patient and understanding. "I.. don't know, just felt, like too much."

Hearing your words Yeosang is in dilemma, between squishing you to death from finding you so adorable or kissing you till you can't breathe anymore, but since he doesn't want to overwhelm you again he opts for a more self restrained option. "Can I kiss you?"

You barely have time to nod before his lips are on yours, the gentleness in his touch makes you relax against his chest in less then a few seconds. Your hands reaching up to tug the hair at the back of his nape which results in a deep moan coming out of his throat and you shiver at the sound. Just before it escalates, he slowly parts from you and you both can't help but smile. He pecks your lips a few times before confessing. "You don't know for how long I've been wanting to kiss you."

Maknae line

[junnieverse]

BAD IDEA RIGHT ? ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: you were completely over sunghoon, no feelings for him whatsoever... or atleast that's what you would tell your friends. he was no good for you and yet no matter how many other guys came your way, sunghoon was the only one on your mind, maybe reconnecting as 'friends' would be fine, it wasn't a bad idea... right?

pairing: park sunghoon x afab!reader

genre: slightly suggestive, a little angst, tutor x student trope, fwb to lovers to exes (to somewhat fwb again) au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: not proofread, mentions of rain, swearing, mentions of drinking (wine), shirtless sunghoon, shh

a/n: thank you for the support you've all given this series so far everyone, please don't forget to reblog if you enjoyed this, that would be of great support too!

— GUTS X ENHYPEN SERIES MASTERLIST !

Hearing your phone ring for the third time in the past thirty minutes, you excuse yourself from your group of friends playing uno and go up to check your phone by the living room wall charging.

Looking over at the caller id on the screen, your eyes immediately light up but just as quickly you feel yourself deflate reading the contact name, 'LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING' who happened to be your ex boyfriend Park Sunghoon.

It must've been one of those nights you thought to yourself, he only ever calls you when he's feeling lonely and wanted some... company.

You had known Sunghoon through your professor when they needed you to tutor a particular student and there they introduced you two to each other and the physical attraction between the both of you was undeniable.

And that's when everything changed.

You used to be a nervous wreck in front of him, it was like your brain froze around him and you would always malfunction whenever he got too close to you when you were helping him with his school work.

The tutoring sessions soon turned into the both of you meeting in corners of hallways to sneak little kisses before lectures, to going under the bleachers to make out and then even going to each other's apartments to 'keep each other warm' on rainy days (as well as perfectly sunny days), you were both completely obsessed with being around and touching each other.

It didn't take long for Sunghoon to confess his attraction towards you and suggest you both officially going out as a couple to which you agreed to… despite your friends telling you to not do it.

They knew his reputation, everyone did including yourself but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't as much of a womaniser as he was portrayed to be.

Before starting to date Sunghoon, you weren't the only girl he was seeing, you just thought you were (just like all the others thought) and your friends were quick to see past the bullshit and tell you about it but you were blinded by love.

"I really think this thing you have going on with Sunghoon is a bad idea, you deserve better." your friend says to you while you both were walking together to your next lecture together.

"C'mon, just give him a chance, Hoon really isn't that bad of a guy as he's made out to be, I get to see the sweeter side of him most of you don't." you respond and your gaze suddenly landed on Sunghoon talking to a close friend of his a few feet away from you.

Quickly bidding your friend a bye telling them you would be right back, you make your way to Hoon leaving your friend disprited after their failed attempts to get you away from Sunghoon.

Despite how you thought your relationship would be flourishing, your break up with Sunghoon was one that came after alot of pondering and arguments with him.

It was evident that besides the strong physical and sexual attraction you both had for each other, emotionally he wasn't as invested and it felt one sided.

In the end, you knew you couldn't settle in a relationship with someone who didn't like you as much as you liked them, you just wish you saw the incompatibility a little earlier.

After the break up, you had still kept in contact with Sunghoon deciding to just remain… friends but it was more than clear to your group of friends that Sunghoon wanted a bit more than just a friendship with you.

Hearing a sudden notification from your phone after the several missed calls that were left, you notice the text messages Sunghoon was sending you.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING :

- Hey, haven't seen you in awhile

- Just got a new place so how about you come over and maybe we can hangout and catch up

- Here's my address, xxx-xxx-xxx

- See you soon pretty

Reading over the messages again in your head, you convince yourself that you were unaffected and composed.

You were completely over Sunghoon, whatever you both had, unresolved feelings and all, they were gone.

Although, were you actually considering going over to your ex's place to see him..?

You knew very well this was no good, a very bad idea your friends would've been completely against but you decided to follow your irrational thoughts.

"Fuck it it's fine." you whisper under your breath before grabbing your phone and car keys and rushing to put on your shoes to leave.

"Uhh, so something came up and I gotta go but I will talk to you all tomorrow. Bye guys!" you tell them leaving without giving them a chance to respond nor a proper reason as they all looked at each other confused but knowingly.

"She's going over to Sunghoon's huh?" your one friend asks rhetorically looking at the front door you had just rushed out of as your other friends shake their heads knowing there wasn't much they could do now.

Running over to your car, you were immediately hit by the heavy rain outside and you felt instantly relieved once inside considering how drenched you'd become in those few seconds.

This wasn't the first time Sunghoon would call you over to 'keep him company' at home when he was alone since you had broken up and you knew this was foolish of you and you had tried to stop.

Having the good friends you had, they always tried to help you detach from Sunghoon which had worked in the beginning for a few months where you had completely cut him off, not hearing anything from him but he soon reached out to you after some time and you had fallen back into the rabbit hole.

"We're just two friends reconnecting, I don't see the problem with that." you say to your best friend with a shrug of your shoulders as you were texting Sunghoon and she easedropped looking at the phone over your shoulder.

"I've known you for years and that has got to be the biggest lie you've ever said." she says shaking her head in disapproval.

"I mean it though, tonight we're just gonna hang out like old friends." you respond but it felt more like you were trying to convince yourself nothing would happen.

Getting out of your car upon arrival, you notice a figure on the second floor of the building standing outside and you notice Sunghoon waving at you with his infamous smile on display for you.

He was an incredibly beautiful man, you can admit you've seen your fair share of really hot guys but every time you look at Sunghoon you can't seem to remember when and he's the only one on your mind.

He had you wrapped right around his finger and you knew that.

Absolutely whipped for him.

Going up the stairs leading up to his door he greets you with a tight hug wrapping his arms around your waist not seeming to care that he was getting wet from your damp clothes.

"Sorry about the rain, how about you shower and I'll get you some of my fresh clothes to change into." he offers and you agree quietly admiring the neat decor of his house as he leads the way.

"Should I get you anything to drink? I've got some water, soda and wine." he asks you as you take a seat on his couch after your shower letting your hair air dry as you were wearing nothing but his black shirt which was conveniently oversized and up to your mid thigh.

"Some wine should be good." you tell him as he left a lingering gaze on your figure before he snapped out of it and nodded going into the kitchen to get your drink.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of you and a message from your best friend pops up.

Bestie ♡ :

- Hope you're okay. Call me if you need anything :)

(Y/n) :

- Yep I'm good

- I'm sorry I can't come back for the sleepover but dw everything is fine

- Goodnight <3

"Here's your wine." sunghoon reaches out handing you the glass as he had one of his own before taking a seat next to you shuffling closer.

"I missed you." he says breaking the silence as he placed his wine glass on the coffee table and gently took yours doing the same trying to still maintain eye contact with you.

"I missed you t-too." you shyly stutter out looking down.

It felt like he had you in a trance, you were moving on your own, or maybe it was the wine doing it's thing but before you knew it your hands were cupping Sunghoon's face as his rested on your thigh as you both shared a deep and sensual kiss.

Everything after that felt like a complete blur.

The next morning you found yourself in unfamiliar sheets but this was an all too familiar scene of events and next to you sound asleep was a breathtaking shirtless Sunghoon.

This was a bad idea right?

SERIES TAGLIST: @enhastolemyheart @jungwonscafe @firstclassjaylee @bahiyyihina

[naviesweloveyou]

his cock down my throat when?

but seriously- he would love head. not in a manish “girl give good head” type of way, but like a genuine “i love her so much and i love that she loves me this much”. he would rub your head as u suck him, playing with ur hair, pulling it into a ponytail tail, he just loves touching u.

his pretty face turning red, hips thrusting up into ur mouth. sweet noises falling from his lips, whines when u lick his tip.

omg if u play with his balls he cums instantly!!! he loves the feeling so much, and begs u to do it every time :(

[lucuslavigne]

olá 👋 você escreve super bem,eu queria fazer um pedido:algo sugestivo com o Yuta . não me sinto confortável lendo smut e coisas explícitas em geral,e sinto que você se dá super bem com a estética de sugestivo.obrigado

𖦹 Slow Down.

๑: onde Yuta tem um sonho um tanto quanto inusitado, preocupada, o pede para compartilhar o que tanto o afligia, querendo mais do que nunca ajudar o namorado.

Muito obrigada pelo seu pedido anôn! Fico feliz que goste da minha escrita 🤍 espero que se sinta confortável lendo esse aqui.

Espero que gostem.

Yuta se remexia na cama, o japonês geralmente tinha um sono agitado, mas o motivo de tal inquietação na verdade era o sonho que havia tido.

Se recordava de todas as sensações trazidas pela própria imaginação, você em cima dele fazendo a fricção tão boa entre os tecidos finíssimos que usavam, sua pele macia em contato com as palmas um tanto calejadas do Nakamoto, o cheiro embriagante nas narinas do rapaz. Yuta só sabia de uma coisa, que relembrar o sonho só havia piorado sua situação.

— Yuta... — escutou a mulher o chamar. — O que houve?

— Não é nada querida. — mentiu. — Eu só tive um sonho, nada de mais.

— Com o que sonhou? — o perguntou, se sentando na cama.

Yuta engoliu seco. Quanto mais relembrava do sonho, mais sentia a ereção dolorida. Mas o que faria afinal? A namorada delicada que mal sabia o que era sexo não poderia o ajudar.

— Nayu... — chamou pelo apelido. — Me conta o seu sonho.

O Nakamoto respirou fundo, tentando formular uma frase que não assustasse a garota com tantos pensamentos impuros.

— Sonhei que estávamos juntos na cama, boneca. — sorriu sem graça.

— Mas então por que está assim? — apontou para a ereção, agora, visível.

— Por que você estava muito bonita. — beijou o colo de sua mão. — Muito mesmo.

— E eu posso te ajudar? — se achegou a ele.

— Eu não sei se você já sabe como fazer isso linda. — suspirou.

Tentada a agradar o namorado, apenas olhou Yuta profundamente nos olhos, colocando suas pernas uma em cada lado do corpo masculino.

— Você é tão lindo Nayu... — deixou um selar demorado no maxilar definido.

Yuta apenas observava o que pretendia fazer, abalado demais pela delicadeza da companheira.

Desabotoou os botões do pijama azul marinho que o japonês usava, a tirando do corpo do mesmo. Explorava o abdômen de Yuta com calma, querendo decorar cada curva. Descer as mãos até a intimidade do rapaz foi inevitável, apalpava ali com delicadeza, sentindo o quão quente e molhado Yuta estava.

A movimentação da mão bonita da namorada deixava o Nakamoto aéreo demais. Merda, você o estava fazendo tão bem!

— Garota, eu tenho a sensação de que você sabe agora. — riu, embriagado demais com a sensação que você o proporcionava.

— Me foda como se eu fosse famosa Yuta. — sussurrou.

— Certeza disso minha boneca? — acariciou as madeixas femininas.

— Sim Nayu. — lambeu os lábios. — Eu quero que seja você.

— Okay então. — selou os lábios carinhosamente. — Prometo ser bom para a minha bonequinha.

[tinyidle]

someone on insta said the Heuning blood is holy

i can only heavily agree

[mud4n3]

Do Me Dirty

pairing: baek ujin x female reader

genre: smut

content warnings: unprotected sex, blowjobs, fingering, oral sex, rough ujin, swearing, riding, cum eating

18+ (MINORS DONT INTERACT)

stop making or reading fanfics of idols, they’re REAL PEOPLE. “ITS FICTIONALIZED” okay?? at the end of the day, they’re still REAL PEOPLE. pls go do something else w/ your life, fucking weirdos 😒

[loserlvrss]

I JUST WANNA START A 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 BOY! ───── SICK OF YOU BEING POLITE, BOY 𓂃. 보이넥스트도어이한

req?oui , , it was a harmless prank, what could go wrong?

𝐅.reader one shot ⓘ suggestive & toxic 1406THOU 四月 ꒰ BUT SOMETIMES ( i miss you )

You don’t know why you were doing this. Even as you applied the black, green and blue makeup, you couldn’t think of a valid reason. Yet, here you were, sat on your couch scrolling through your phone, just awaiting the opportunity to prank your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend.

Maybe he’d gotten too comfortable in your relationship. Hell, you used whatever excuse to try and justify it. But, the truth is, you wanted to see if he had it in him to get mad at you. He was so damn peaceful all the time—you loved that about him, really—nonetheless, deep down, your heart raced with the thought; the anticipation when he’d finally catch a glimpse of your artwork that he’d deem someone else’s.

This was fun.

You knew it’d work. You’ve never let Donghyun purposefully leave marks on your skin, not because it didn’t feel good to have him kiss you but, simply because you’ve always found them tacky and a hassle to cover up. You’d wasted so much makeup in the past trying to do so, so whenever he’d come close to leaving purple patches, you’d tell him to stop. He’d even tried to bargain by saying he'd just leave them in places only he could see but, you still refused.

Especially if you couldn’t return the favor.

You knew this was an evil way to push his buttons, that you oh-so-desperately wanted to see pushed. It was selfish, really, however at this moment in time the plan was already set into action. You wanted to start a fight, just to see if he could.

He’s never gotten mad at you. He’s never yelled at you. He’s never dared put a hand on you. And, that was a dream but, somewhere deep down, you knew it was also just as boring as it was desirable. You wanted him to yell at you, tell you what to do—at least once—manhandle you, throw you around a bit, pull your hair, grip your skin...anything.

You wanted so much, and maybe this wasn’t the right way to propose it but, it didn’t matter anymore as his voice broke through the silenced air.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” You asked, acting oblivious as you scrolled through Twitter and Instagram in turn.

He shrugged, and you don’t know if it was the fact that he seemingly didn’t care, or if it was that maybe he just brushed it under the rug as anything else, that began to piss you off.

Nonetheless, you decided you were in it for the long run. After all, you wanted to see if he’d start the fight. It was game you wouldn't lose.

And, throughout the rest of the afternoon you’d catch Donghyun staring in your direction, shifting his gaze when you’d make eye-contact. He kept a calm demeanor, never asking again what the purple marks on your neck were. He’d even hugged you before he left for practice, getting all up close and personal with the artwork.

You were finding it hard to believe he hadn’t actually noticed.

Maybe he was gathering his thoughts. Maybe he was trying to decided why you didn’t smell like another man—why he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. Maybe as much as his buttons were pushed, this was it for his stemmed anger. Maybe dance practice was his way to relieve the stress you caused from time-to-time. Maybe the cool, calm and collected Donghyun was the only version of your otherwise, smiley, boyfriend.

Maybe you were beginning to feel bad because you had no idea the feelings he had towards this prank. Did it upset him? You wouldn’t be none-the-wiser to it if it had. He was good at shielding emotions, and maybe that’s where you needed to draw the line. Maybe that’s where your conversation should’ve began, instead of whatever the Hell TikTok had inspired you to do.

You kept looking at the clock on your home screen, counting down the minutes until he’d come back to you. And, just as you had decided to end the prank, opting for a civil—adult-ish—confession of wrong-doings, a text illuminated your dark screen.

It read: We need to talk.

Yet, you couldn’t decipher the hidden meaning. Of course, you knew what it was about, that’s the only thing that’s been wrong throughout the last few months between you two. What else could it be? And why, now that you were finally getting what you wanted, didn’t it feel good?

You didn’t answer him, partially because you didn’t know what to say; it was a prank. I just wanted to see if you’d get mad at me. I’m so bored of this. Nothing seemed correct, or frankly, truthful.

You also knew that he wasn’t far. He wouldn’t have texted you otherwise, just to torture you—though it would’ve been deserved. So, you waited by the door for your boyfriend to get back, the thought of washing away the eyeshadow long gone.

Then, it finally opened with the pattern of your key code. The air became thick and you found it hard to swallow with a lump in your throat. Were you sorry? yes. Did you feel bad for being immature? yes. Was a tiny part of you still curious to see how this would play out?

Yes.

"Y/n," Was the first, and only thing he muttered for a couple of excruciatingly long minutes. You watched anxiously as he put his bag down, eyed him as he took his shoes off, and almost burst when he ran a hand through his hair. Maybe Donghyun was able to torture you, even if unintended.

His eyes finally met yours but then they drifted to your neck, and further to your collarbone. He knew. He's known since the first question left his lips hours and hours ago.

"What's that?" His arms snaked between each other, and you found it wrong to think it was hot but, you very much did.

Almost like deja vu, the same feeling crept up from down within you. "What's what?" You reenacted.

Although, this time, he didn't let it go.

Donghyun approached you quickly, too fast to get away before you were sandwiched between the plaster and his body.

His hands were slow with movements. Those oh-so-stupid-fucking-hands that had you, literally, at his fingertips. One forcing your head by your jaw to expose your neck, while the other brushed away the hair that disguised the marks from his view.

You fronted being indifferent but, truth be told, if he wasn't holding you up your knees would have buckled already, leaving you as a mess on the floor in front of him.

"You must think I don't know you," He voiced, holding eye-contact as he pushed his thumb between your lips, gathering just enough saliva to then press the digit to your neck and swipe. And, it smudged with enough force, despite being labeled as waterproof. "Tell me why you felt the need to paint these on. I couldn't think of one good reason all day, princess."

And, the nickname he always called you—innocently and less than—had your heart in absolute shambles; the anticipation was just as good as if he'd raised his voice, you thought.

Maybe your vanilla-scented boyfriend had finally gotten the hint that you wanted more, despite going about it in a less than thoughtful way. And, maybe you realized that you didn't hate that he was always nice, no you loved that about him but, sometimes it was okay if he wanted to be a little bit meaner with you. After all, he could always say my...anything he wanted, and that would still mean that he saw you as his forever only.

"I-I," You couldn't think straight when he attached his lips over the previously (fakely) marked spots. His breath was hot, lips gentle then firm as he sucked against the spots he knew you'd rarely let him have his way with. "I—uh, fuck. Leehan,"

His voice was low against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a whimper up your throat, "If you wanted something, you could've just asked me, baby. I'd give you anything."

The eyes that you've grown comfortable with always seemed to be there despite the firm placement he had you in. You knew he loved you more than anything, so you knew his words were true. And, his demeanor broke when he kissed your lips, almost giving you whiplash.

His palms laid flat against your cheeks, thumbs rubbing sweetly, "If you wanted everyone to know that you're mine, let me do it myself."

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[sincerelyrki]

lacey gazes

sometimes after a long day, all Sunghoon needed was your touch

pairing : sub!idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. sunghoon is ?partially? blindfolded. tiny sprinkle of oral + hj. sunghoon is tied to a chair.

wc : 0.61k

a/n : had to stop myself from continuing TT i don’t rly like this one but 🤷🏻‍♀️

pwtl : @vousty

“What are you doing?” Sunghoon barely managed to stutter out between his gasps of pleasure, his vision highly impaired due to the makeshift lace blindfold tied in a deliberate attempt to conceal a large portion of his eyesight. 

You ignored your boyfriend's pleading words, opting to just press a gentle kiss against his exposed upper thigh.

Sunghoon couldn’t help himself from letting in a sharp inhale, his teeth pressing down against his bottom lip.

You continued your ministrations, your arousal growing the more you watched the way your actions affected the man strapped down before you. 

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, alluring eyes staring up at his hidden ones. You made a show of trailing your hands up his legs, nails leaving small traces as they travelled their way up toward the place he needed you most. 

You wrapped one hand around him, fingers tightening around the base, but making no move to continue further. It wasn’t hard to ignore his in twitching, his leg shaking against the side entirely of your torso. 

With your free hand, you pressed it against his knee, pulling his legs open further. The last thing you wanted was to waste another second to, once again, press your lips against him. 

But after seeing his needy face you couldn’t help yourself from wanting to tease him more.

Your lips opened on their own, wet tongue pressing down against his center thigh. You could feel the muscles from beneath your hand flexing, his body growing taut. 

His breath caught in his throat the higher your tongue travelled, the painful beating of his chest rushing down to his cock in a rope of desire.

The second your teeth bit into him, he snapped. His hands pulled at the restraints in an attempt to free himself, knees pushing together in reflex.

“The fuck are you doing?” You pulled your face away, eyes glaring up at Sunghoon in disbelief. You let go of his knees to press your hand against his lower stomach, pushing further back into the chair.

You tutted loud enough for him to hear, your disappointment echoing loudly in his ears. 

“M’sorry, can’t help it.” At his whine you rolled your eyes, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth. 

Originally you were only planning on teasing him for a few minutes, his exhaustion evident the moment he walked through your apartment door- but now? 

“Keep your eyes on me.” You resumed your earlier position, placing one small kiss against the new indents before moving your head towards the place he wanted you.

The hand that was tightened around his base slowly moved its way up, stopping when it reached his tip. While waiting for his response you busied yourself with alternating small pecks and kitten licks against the skin above your fingers. 

His next words were almost too predictable, “But I can't see v-very well.” He choked out as his hips buckled up in response to your tightening grip, his lips falling open into silent whimpers. 

“Poor baby, maybe I should just stop touching you then?” A small coo left your lips, eyebrows furrowing at him in faux pity. Sunghoon rapidly shook his head when you pulled your hand away from him, his hips chasing the warmth.

“Please, please keep going.” Even though you couldn’t see his expression very well, you could tell that your boyfriend was near tears. His voice came out bubbly, his desperation heavily pushing through.

“Try that shit again and I’ll take a fucking video and send it to your members.” His body froze, your words causing a ripple of chills to rush across his chest. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

[binark]

pleasure me.

notes. jung sungchan x fem! reader, non-idol au, suggestive

you were currently sitting down on the edge of your boyfriends bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. it was actually your first time being over at his house, so you were kind of nervous to touch anything of his. you looked around boringly as you kicked your feet hanging off of the bed.

about five minutes later, you heard the shower stop running and fixed your posture, getting ready to face your boyfriend again.

as soon as the bathroom door opened, your face immediately dropped in shock after seeing the other with no clothes on, only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“s-sungchan…” you stuttered out. you tried your best to control your eyes from wandering, but you couldn’t help it. they looked down out of pure curiosity.

he watched your eyes move down, “eyes up here, yn.” he teased, and your face got red out of embarrassment.

sungchan walked over to you and placed himself between your legs, “what’s wrong? you’re blushing.” he pulled you closer by the waist.

you avoid his eye contact, “nothing..”

he couldn’t help but smirk. he started kissing your neck before responding to you. “i think you’re lying, yn. why are you blushing for?” he says before he continues on kissing down your neck.

“sungchan i can’t focus if your kissing…—” suddenly a moan cut you off. your cheeks burned up and you didn’t know what to do.

“hm?”

sungchan’s hand started to make its way down your body, teasing you. “yn, do you want to?”

it took you a few seconds to actually process what your boyfriend was trying to imply. but in the end, you slowly nodded your head.

“use your words, yn. what do you want me to do?” he teased you, once again, and you frowned at him.

“you just asked if you wanted to! you know what i’m talking about—” you felt sungchan’s hand go lower and he smiled at you.

“well i could be implying many things, you don’t know that.”

you stayed silent for a few moments before confessing, “i want you to pleasure me, sungchan..” you softly say, and the other wasted absolutely no time. it was almost like he was waiting for this moment since you guys got together.

let’s just say the only sound that filled his bedroom was your beautiful moans.

[pepshee]

First Place

when you make a bet with your best friend—loser is forced to do what the winner wants—but his demands for you aren't exactly what you expected, but you're fully willing to comply.

Pairing - heeseung x fem!reader

Genre - friends with benefits, friends to ???, smut

Word count - 2k

Warnings - p in v, creampie, cliche, degrading (he calls reader a slut), fingering, mentions of other enha members, Mario kart mention, stripping, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N - I was gonna lowkey abandon writing but here I am.. back again... again, sorry if it's bad, and thank you to the anon in my inbox who gave me writing advice! i dont feel like using capitalization in this one so im not gonna... anyways.. enjoy! also yes im aware its kinda cliche

MDNI 18+

heeseung was always your best friend; he was always there when you needed him and vice versa. meeting him in high school was the best twist of fate ever. those four years would've ended up miserable had it been someone else.

there was a decent amount of girls after him, but that was never a bother. in fact, he was always your wingman, helping you find ways to ask out your crush without looking like a complete ditz. he had a couple of girlfriends throughout high school, but they never really lasted.

he was able to tell when you were upset and was somehow always able to pinpoint the reason. you'd never thought of him in a romantic light, although he was extremely attractive. it was like a forbidden fruit, something you were too scared to explore.

after graduation, applying to the same college as one another seemed scary. what if only one of you got in? what if neither of you got in? those worrying questions quickly disappeared when one day you both opened your results and found out you were both accepted.

he made new friends, and so did you, but one thing was that you never forgot each other. you both still regularly hung out and went to your usual coffee shops or shopping malls.

heeseung and his friends are at his dorm, and he had given you permission to come and go in his dorm without asking whenever you wanted whether he was there or not. his roommate, Jake, was hesitant about this at first, but just agreed to avoid drama, however, he grew to not mind it.

you were bored lying in your dorm room, so you got up to go to his dorm. upon walking in, you find him, his roommate, and his friends all huddled together in the living room, some on the couch, some on the floor, and the rest standing around. through a closer look, it wasn't hard to locate a couple of them, including heeseung, who were equipped with gaming controllers; they were playing video games.

one of his friends who wasn't playing hears the door opening and looks at you. you don't know his friends well, except for his roommate, but you did know their names.

the friend who saw you, jay, smirks upon noticing your presence. you didn't know the reason, but you just left it alone with a shrug of your shoulders. jay tapped heeseung—whose attention was occupied by whatever game it is that they're playing—and he replied without even looking away from the tv screen. "what is it? I'm trying to win, dude," he said. jay leaned into heeseung's ear and whispered something that you were unable to hear.

heeseung paused the game, earning him a few groans from his friends who also held controllers before turning his head to the door where you were standing. he smiled at you, "hey y/n! come here, we're all playing video games!" after walking over to him you both quickly realize there's no room on the couch for you to sit, but that problem didn't last very long. he hits his friend sitting next to him, sunghoon, not very hard but so sunghoon will know what heeseung is trying to get him to do.

sunghoon promptly got up, before you even got time to process him getting up, heeseung grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit down next to him on the couch. it wasn't hard to notice the looks and smirks his friends gave each other once he did this, but you didn't think anything of it.

"why'd you show up to my dorm this time?" he looked at you, the game still paused, but it seemed his friends were more focused on you two rather than the game now. you let out a small laugh at his comment, "i got bored so i came here, but you're already busy i see." he shakes his head, "i'm not busy, we're just playing games, now watch me win," he smirks, he's always been quite cocky but it's part of his charm.

he unpaused it and continued the competitive game with an intense focus. after a bit, the game was over, and well, heeseung didn't win, but that's not important. he throws a playful fit about losing, and after a bit, he turns to you. "hey, lets play the hardest map on mario kart and whoever loses gets to boss the loser around, but it's just us two," he grins at his own idea, hoping you accept.

he almost cheers when he sees you nod, and signals one of his friends to hand you a controller. he selects the map, and as the game starts, he's completely in the zone; he really wants to win, to have power over you.

after crossing the finish line for the final time, heeseung had won, which makes you let out a groan of disapproval. his friends all laugh as heeseung lightly pushes and teases you. "I knew you were a loser!" he teases, making you hit him on the shoulder. "knock it off, i hate you, you have more experience!" you argue back, and he just laughs.

"okay so now I get to tell you what to do," he smirks. you roll your eyes, but he suddenly shooes his friends out of his dorm while they shoot him knowing looks, and mocking kissing gestures. it's like they know something you don't, which makes you nervous. why would they leave that easily?

after they had left, heeseung shifts around in his seat and turns back to you. "so.. now I need to think about what I'm gonna make you do.. maybe me and jakes dishes? the laundry?" he says, basically talking to himself. he just sits there thinking for a moment, occasionally throwing out random ideas until his face changes, finally landing on one. "y/n, we've been friends for a long time, yeah?" you nod, waiting for him to continue. "you know.. you're really pretty, and I think I've made my decision..." your heart flutters for a second at the tone he used; he never really talked to you like this before. he's told you you're pretty, but the way he said it this time was different.

"strip for me," his tone completely serious, lacking any bit of sarcasm or signs that he's joking. your eyes go wide, and you look at him, bewildered at what he chose. "seriously? strip? hee—" he stopped you before you could finish, "I'm serious, I've always felt something towards you, this is my opportunity, I choose for you to strip," his tone lowering, you can see the desire and the hunger written in his eyes.

through your utter shock, you take a moment to think, he is attractive.. you've always thought he was. what's the harm in this? why not just do it?

you started by removing your hoodie. once he realized you were down for his demands, he couldn't look away. then you removed your shirt, followed by your pants, now just leaving you in your bra and underwear. heeseung was just sitting back, manspreading, smirking at you. he'd never seen you so exposed like this before. "so pretty, your body is so sexy," he commented, you could see the growing bulge in his grey sweatpants.

suddenly, he stood up, grabbing your wrist dragging you to his bed before promptly pushing you down onto it. he quickly crawled on top of you and smashed his lips onto yours. it was unexpected but not unwelcome as you kissed him back and moved one of your hands to bury your fingers in his hair. as the kiss continued, your grip on his hair got tighter, earning a groan from him, while one of his hands explored your thighs.

his hand made its way to the wet patch on your panties, touching you over the cotton. this caused you to let out a whine at the feeling; you wanted more, wanted him to touch you more. he clearly noticed this, "beg for it," he demanded. he clearly wasn't going to give it to you that easily even though it was his idea. "please heeseung, touch my pussy, please.." your pleas made his cock twitch in his boxers, he finally took your panties completely off, sliding them down your legs.

he ran his fingers slowly and teasingly through your already wet and slick folds. "all this for me? didn't think you loved the idea of fucking your best friend so much, you're just a slut aren't you?" his degrading words just fueled your desire for his cock even more even though it probably shouldn't.

he slowly inserted one finger into your cunt, the feeling causing a small moan to release itself from your mouth. he then added a second one and started out slowly moving his fingers in and out of your hole, but then he sped up and even curled the slightly making them hit your g-spot at just the right angle. you moaned at the pleasure that took over you as he continued to scissor his fingers inside of you. his thumb started to rub your clit further stimulating your pussy.

"heeseung im s' close—" he removed his fingers without warning, making you whine at the newfound emptiness. before you could even question, he removed his sweatpants and his shirt. you could feel the drool forming at the sight of his chest and physique, but then your eyes landed on something even more exciting, the stain on his boxers due to his leaking cock.

he removed his boxers next, his large cock springing out, the sight of it made your eyes widen. how would he even fit? "it'll fit baby, don't worry, I'll make it fit," he said almost as if he had read your mind. he ran the tip of his cock through your slick folds and gave himself a couple strokes before finally lining himself up with your entrance. "i'm gonna fuck this pussy so good you hear me?"

he was so eager he didn't even go slow this time; he immediately rammed himself into you, enjoying the sight of the slight bulge he created on your stomach. he pulled out almost fully before thrusting back in, he repeated this process, making you a moaning mess. it was hard to tell where one of you started and where the other ended, "seungie- p-please.. keep going," you begged him, and he listened. he wasn't going to stop until you both came. you could feel his tip grazing your cervix, his cock stretching your pussy so good. you'd had sex before, but you could already tell heeseung is the best you'll ever get.

"come on baby, i know you're close, you like this don't you? like being my little slut," he was right, you did like it, you were close, he knew how to read you like an open book. "gonna cum—" is all you could manage to get out as the pleasure took over you making it almost impossible to form coherent sentences. not long after your words you let go, your release painting his cock forming a white ring at his base as he continued his thrusts chasing his own orgasm. "hold on love, i'm almost there, you can take it," he encouraged. his thrusts started to grow sloppy; he was close. finally, he came, his release painting the inside of your gummy walls. you'd never had anyone cum in you, you'd always had them pull out, but heeseung was different. you wanted him to cum in you.

he rolled off of you, now lying beside you as he brushed a sweaty strand of your hair out of your face. he looked at your bra still covering your tits, he leaned in to your ear and whispered "next time, I'm gonna fuck these pretty tits. I was so caught up with your pussy your poor boobs didn't get any love," he said almost sounding genuinely upset and sympathetic for them.

you wanted to ask what you two were now, but a pang of fear hit you; you were scared of his answer, so you decided to stay silent. you wanted to stay awake, but exhaustion was catching up. no matter how hard you tried to fight it, you couldn't. you finally closed your eyes and fell asleep, heseung followed soon after.

i hope you all liked it!! i'm not too confident about this one but yk.. anyways, this is only like the 4th evber fic ive ever written..... im aware its kinda fast paced, i did rush it oops....

[jaeyuniversal]

nonsense - s.jy

pairing: loser shy tutor!sim jaeyun x outgoing tutee fem!reader

synopsis: you're loud, confident, and a little too good at making shy boys squirm. your only issue is you’ve always hated physics—until you meet your painfully shy tutor, jake sim. he’s awkward, brilliant, and blushes every time you call him cute. so naturally, you flirt. hard. at first, he stammers and short-circuits, but as study sessions stack up, jake starts to change. maybe it’s the way you lean a little too close or how he starts to flirt back (badly, but adorably).

featuring: jake sim of enhypen n maki from &team!!

genre: college au fluff!!!

warnings: jake has his first kiss, making-out?? kind of. a bit of jealousy, jake is just a super cute loser. lowercase intended ◡̈

playlist: nonsense by sabrina carpenter & soft spot by keshi

wc: 2.411k

a/n: i fear i will ride the loser jake wave forever! i love nerdy men <3 btw this is not proofread...

you’ve always hated physics.

not because you didn’t get it — okay, maybe a little because of that — but mostly because it was boring. theories and forces and laws. rinse and repeat. you weren’t failing physics. not exactly.

you were, however, spending an uncomfortable amount of time squinting at your textbook wondering how the hell you’d gone from memorizing song lyrics in under a minute to barely remembering newton’s third law. you told yourself it wasn’t that bad. then your lab partner dropped out, and your professor kindly suggested that you “seek out support.”

support came in the form of jake sim.

quiet. polite. a little too handsome for his own good. glasses-wearing, formula-spouting jake, with a habit of ducking his head when people talked too loudly. you’d seen him around campus before — usually alone, sometimes reading while walking (impressive), always in a hoodie two sizes too big, and baggy jeans that he almost steps on. 

you’d think he was popular, but those thick framed glasses always resting on his perfect nose made you think otherwise. 

your meet-cute wasn’t the typical coffee-spill-and-eye-contact thing. it happened last semester, during an elective you were both in: intro to astronomy. you’d been running late one day, flustered and frantic, only one seat left in the lecture hall. next to him. you took it.

he didn’t even glance up.

not until halfway through the class, when you leaned over and whispered, “sorry if i’m invading your orbit.”

he looked at you like he didn’t get the joke. (he didn’t.)

but later that day, you got an anonymous compliment on the university confessions page. “to the girl who sat next to me in astronomy and said something about orbits… you kind of wrecked mine.”

you knew it was him. and you never forgot.

───

“you don’t have to hover,” jake mumbled, eyes focused on the problem set in front of him.

“i’m not hovering. i’m observing… like a particle. you know, in motion.”

“that’s not… how particles work.”

you smiled to yourself. “i was hoping you'd say that.”

he flushed immediately. jake didn’t handle flirting well. hell, he had never even felt the touch of a woman, nevertheless flirted with one. 

you’d learned this by session two. if you got too close, he got tongue tied. if you complimented him, he’d practically glitch. it was fascinating. like a physics experiment, but cuter.

“what happens when you apply an external force to a closed system?” you asked, tapping your pencil.

he looked up slowly, suspicious. “depends on the force.”

you leaned in, gaze playful. “what if it’s me?”

he froze.

“y/n,” he said quietly, “you’re not even trying to learn right now.”

“that’s where you’re wrong, mr. sim.” you leaned back in your chair, spinning your pencil between your fingers. “i’ve been learning a lot.”

he narrowed his eyes, skeptical but intrigued. “like what?”

you met his gaze, serious now. “like how you pretend you didn’t notice me in astronomy last semester. even though you did.”

jake stiffened. his pen slipped from his fingers and rolled across the table.

“i—i didn’t—how did you—”

“i recognized your handwriting,” you said softly. “from the confession post.”

his face went scarlet.

you tilted your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “you called me orbit girl.”

jake looked like he wanted to disappear into the earth’s mantle. “i didn’t think you saw that.”

“i did. i screenshotted it.�� you shrugged casually, then added, “still have it.”

he looked like you’d just told him you’d been keeping a shrine in your closet. but beneath the panic, something else flickered — hope, maybe?

“…why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

and there it was. the plot twist.

you dropped your eyes to your notebook, fingers idly brushing a corner.

“i was going to,” you said. “but you never talked to me again. i figured you weren’t interested.”

jake looked stunned. like he’d just missed the punchline to his own joke.

“no! i mean– um…i wasn’t not interested,” he said quickly. “i just didn’t think someone like you would ever…”

“what?” you said, raising a brow. “flirt with their physics tutor?”

jake swallowed hard. “like me back.”

there was a beat of silence. you reached across the table, nudging his pen back toward him.

“you’re cute when you’re nervous, jake” he blushed and wrapped up the tutoring session, brain too flustered to continue talking about his second favorite subject (you’re his favorite). 

───

you asked around for jake’s number which proved to be very difficult. 

no one had it.

so, you did the only thing you could think of. you went to every cafe within a 15 mile radius of your campus, hoping to find the shy boy.

your mission to find him ended up taking longer than anticipated, misjudging how many cafe’s surrounded decelis. you’ve been to 23 and counting, not once finding the fluffy haired boy with glasses way too big for his adorable face. 

as you walk into the twenty-fourth cafe, you think you see him. striped shirt, slightly messy brown hair, around 5’9ish. you walk up to him, tapping on his shoulder when someone behind you calls your name.

“y/n?”

you whip your head around to be met with those big, dark hazel eyes you adored so much.

his plump, heart-shaped lips were wrapped around the straw of his green grape ade, softly biting the plastic. his head was strewn to the side, resembling a golden retriever. 

“i found you!” you happily cheered as you made your way to the little table he was at. 

“f-found me? were you… looking? for me?” he stuttered which made you giggle. 

you fondly smiled at him, “yeah. i was.”

after you ordered an iced mocha, you guys sat in a comfortable silence until you spoke. 

“so,” you said, stirring whipped cream into your drink, “what’s a physics genius like you doing tutoring me when you could be dating someone who understands quantum mechanics?”

jake almost spat out his coffee.

you smiled sweetly. “kidding. kind of.”

“i—i don’t think I’m a genius,” he mumbled. “and I’m not — uh — dating anyone.”

“oh, i know,” you said casually, resting your chin on your hand. “campus gossip moves fast.”

jake’s eyes widened. “wait — what do you mean? what gossip? about me?”

you laughed. “relax, jake. you’re just a bit of a mystery. tall, soft spoken, brainy, never goes to parties. people notice.”

he stared at you like you’d told him he was famous.

you sipped your drink and shrugged. “i noticed.”

the cup trembled in his hand.

“…thanks?” he said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

you leaned forward. “you say that like you don’t believe me.”

jake’s mouth opened, then closed again.

he was still trying to respond when the barista called out your name, signaling your pastries were ready. you winked at him on the way up and when you turned back, he was still watching you, straw halfway to his mouth, like he couldn’t believe any of this was real. 

───

you had your feet up on the seat across from you, swinging gently as you skimmed your notes. jake sat across from you, hoodie sleeves shoved up to his elbows, manspreading with his textbook open on his lap.

you knew what you were doing when you stretched, your shirt riding up slightly as you leaned across the table to reach a pencil. you knew jake saw. his eyes darted down and back up so fast it was like a reflex.

“everything okay?” you asked sweetly.

“fine!” he said, voice three octaves too high. “great. normal. yup.”

you laughed, tossing your pen down. “you know, if we were measuring awkward tension in this room, we’d have to switch to the richter scale.”

jake groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “why are you like this?”

“because it’s fun watching you short-circuit.”

he peeked at you through his fingers, a lopsided grin starting to form. “you’re evil.”

“i prefer charming.’”

there was a beat of silence. then, softly—

“you are.”

your smile faltered. just for a second. “what?”

jake met your eyes, cheeks still flushed but voice steady. “charming.”

you blinked. it was the first time he’d said something like that without tripping over his own tongue.

“…jake sim,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “are you flirting with me?”

he shrugged — shrugged — with fake nonchalance. “maybe.”

you stared at him.

he stared back.

and then — his pencil rolled off the table and he smacked his head on the edge trying to catch it.

“still me,” he groaned, face down on the table. “still a loser.”

you couldn’t help it. you laughed so hard you nearly fell out of your chair. he was cute and adorably clumsy. exactly. your type. 

───

the next session, you came in with your usual confidence. playful comments. flirty glances.

but jake didn’t fold this time. (immediately).

in fact, when you were about to lean over to grab his calculator, he reached past you and did it first. smooth. like he was testing you.

“looking for this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “who are you and what have you done with jake?”

he smiled — cocky, but still nervous. “maybe i’m learning.”

you tilted your head. “is this some physics thing? like, building resistance?”

“more like acceleration,” he said softly. “you keep pushing. i’m picking up speed.”

you stared at him.

he immediately panicked. “i mean — not in a creepy way — i just meant—”

you cut him off with a smirk. “careful, jake. you flirt like you solve equations — painfully accurate.”

he blushed again, but this time, he didn’t back away. instead, he looked at you for a long moment, then leaned in a little, just enough to make your breath catch.

“you said once that you noticed me before,” he murmured.

“yeah,” you said slowly.

he smiled, shy and genuine. “i think i’ve been noticing you for a lot longer.”

you forgot how to breathe for a second.

and then he bumped your knee under the table, awkward as ever. “anyway, we should… probably go over magnetic fields now.”

you grinned, heart racing. “god, you’re such a loser.”

“your loser,” he said quietly.

and somehow, that was the smoothest line of all.

───

the tutoring session was going fine.

that is, until maki showed up.

you were in the library lounge, halfway through a problem on thermodynamics, when a voice interrupted.

“y/n?”

you looked up. riki maus (known as maki). same year, tall, charming, objectively hot in that annoying way that made girls forgive him for talking through labs.

“hey,” you said, blinking. “didn’t know you were on this floor.”

jake went completely still next to you, pen frozen mid-equation.

maki barely glanced at him. “i was just heading out, but i had to say hi. you doing okay with physics? i tutor sometimes too, you know.”

jake’s grip on his pen tightened.

“oh?” you asked, amused. “you tutor now?”

maki shrugged. “not officially. but i could make time. for you.”

you opened your mouth, ready to tease him back, but jake’s voice cut in first.

“she already has a tutor.”

maki blinked, like he’d just noticed him. “right. sim, yeah? you’re in physics lab.”

“yeah,” jake said, still quiet, but there was an edge now. “i’ve got it covered.”

you turned to jake, brows lifting slightly. was he… tense?

maki grinned. “no offense, man, but i’ve heard tutoring y/n is more like surviving her. you sure you can handle it?”

jake stood.

you blinked. jake stood.

he was taller than you remembered. towering over maki, still in his soft hoodie and baggy jeans, but standing like something had clicked. like a switch had flipped.

“i can handle her,” he said, voice even. “better than anyone else.”

maki raised his hands. “okay. chill, bro.”

he gave you one last glance and walked off.

you looked up at jake. he was still standing, chest rising and falling like he was trying to keep it together.

“jake?”

his eyes met yours. there was something in them you hadn’t seen before. something fierce.

“do you like him?” he asked.

you frowned. “maki? god, no.”

he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath. stepped closer.

“because i don’t like seeing guys like that flirt with you.”

you tilted your head, heart starting to pick up. “jealousy doesn’t suit you, sim.”

“i know,” he said quietly. “but you do.”

and then he kissed you.

you didn’t expect it. not from him. not like this.

not with his hand cradling your cheek so gently it made your heart ache, not with the way his lips pressed to yours like he’d been waiting for this moment for weeks — months — forever.

your breath caught. he was warm. steady. his lips moved with surprising confidence, slow at first, then deeper, more certain as you kissed him back.

his other hand found your waist, pulled you in, grounded you. like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

your fingers curled in his hoodie, body leaning into his. he tilted his head just slightly and kissed you like a man who had solved the formula for gravity and decided to fall anyway.

wanting to deepen the kiss, you moved your thumb to his jaw, signaling him to open his mouth wider.

he (hopefully) got the hint and slowly but surely slotted his tongue right against yours. he wanted to memorize every part of you and figured he should start with your mouth.

it was as if your lips and tongues moved in perfect synchronization. like puzzle pieces.

when he finally pulled back, it was only enough to rest his forehead against yours.

you both stood there, catching your breath.

“…wow” you said, dazed. “what the hell, sim.”

he stared at you. blinked. once. twice. “w-was it okay? did i — do it wrong?”

silence. 

he spoke again, “that was kinda.. my first — um — my first kiss…” 

you let out a disbelieving laugh. “what do you mean that was your first kiss??? you kissed me like you’ve been rehearsing it in your dreams.”

he looked away. shy. “…maybe i have.”

you narrowed your eyes. “wait. have you?”

he winced. “that was a joke.”

it was silent for a hot minute.

“…mostly. i—i never really get close to pretty girls because i don’t— well i don’t go out. so. um. yeah…” 

you grabbed his hoodie and pulled him closer until your lips were right in front of his plush ones. “stop speaking nonsense and kiss me again, sim.” 

he didn’t hesitate. just smiled at you and slammed your lips on his. he kissed you like he was finally where he belonged.

and maybe he was.

because nerdy physics tutors?

yeah. they might know the laws of motion — but now he knew what it felt like to crash into you.

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