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zzhhbloom · 2 years

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now when did that happen?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: boy next door yang jungwon has always been your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your day one forever homie. but as the years pass, you don’t realize how growing up would change those things you thought would stay the same forever. but maybe they’ll change for the better?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jungwon x gn! reader || boy next door!au || best friend to lovers!au || fluff and crack sort of

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: brief mention of blood, chin wound, and scar || oc is clumsy asf || this story probably does not make sense ≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: 3.5k

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i have no idea what this is...i originally wrote this with jungwon in mind but i wrote it with neutral characters then decided...you know what fuck it. here you go internet, it will probably be gone tomorrow~~

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form resemble the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

“Give it back!” he yelled at you. You stuck your tongue out over your shoulder, waving Yang Jungwon’s LEGO car in the air.

“Play with me instead!” you retorted.

“Give it back!” he repeated, pelting after you through the halls of your house. “You’re clumsy and you’re gonna break it!”

“No I won’t—”

Spoke too soon. In your cocky carelessness, you tripped over your own toes and landed flat on your face. His LEGO car shattered into a hundred pieces, and you both exploded into tears. Him, because his beloved creation he spent hours working on was reduced to ruins, and you, because you had split your chin open and saw blood splattered on your hands.

“Clumsy!” Jungwon screeched and speared a finger at you.

Your mothers shook their heads at your pathetic heap of tears, blood, and LEGO pieces on the parquet floor. So much for a first playdate.

“Can I copy your homework?” you begged for the millionth time.

“You can do it on your own,” Jungwon laughed at the sight of you kneeling and rubbing your tiny dirt-stained hands together in front of him. “You answer all the questions the teacher asks in school.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like writing the answers,” you groaned in exasperation, collapsing backward on the carpet of his bedroom floor.

“What if you tell me your answers and I’ll write them for you?” he suggested eagerly. “You just make sure I’m writing everything correctly, okay?”

Thrilled, you picked yourself up from the floor and sat at attention, your faced creased in an exaggerated expression of focus. In between giggles he read out to you the addition problems and you answered in a robotic voice.

“I. Sad. Fif. Teen. Not. Fif. Ty.” You smacked him, mechanically twisting your arm to smack his shoulder, eliciting a stream of giggles out of his mouth as he wriggled out of your reach.

After finishing, you clapped each other’s backs, claiming you’d be the ones to get the gold stars for perfect homework the next day. And you did get perfect homework. Except that Ms. Sunny noticed the handwriting on your sheet was the same on Jungwon’s, and she wouldn’t listen to either of your attempts at an explanation. So that’s how both of you ended up standing in the corner with your hands in the air for the entire recess.

Stifling tears, you hissed, “This is all your fault!”

“You should’ve just done your own homework!” he sniffled in return. “Why is it my fault?”

“I-I know it’s my fault,” you couldn’t keep your voice from cracking as the tears came rolling down again. “I’m-I’m so sorry!”

“No, don’t cry!” Jungwon snapped with tears streaming down his face, too. “It really is your fault!”

“I know, I know!” you hiccupped in between rolling sobs.

You took one look at each other’s red faces and broke into twin wails, wrapping arms around each other in a tearful hug, screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Alright, that’s it!” Ms. Sunny yelped, hands practically cupped over her ears. “Time’s up, get out!”

As if somebody had flipped a switch, you disconnected your arms from each other, tears and hiccups dissipating like fog retreating from the sun.

“Bye, Ms.,” he waved, tears dried.

“See you later!” You chirruped and skipped cheerfully out of the classroom behind Jungwon. He exchanged a look with you once you left the door’s threshold, and you both erupted into giggles at the stunt you just managed to pull.

“Works every time,” you gave him a high five then skipped along to enjoy the rest of your recess with the other kids.

“It’s so unfair,” Jungwon kicked his feet up to the ceiling of the blanket fort you built together. “Why can’t we keep having sleepovers like this?”

“My mom said it’s because we’re getting older.” You answered quietly, flicking the heavy-duty flashlight in your hands on and off. It created large shadows that came and went against the blanket that served as your ceiling. You’d built forts like this as long as you can remember for an eight-year-old, and they always felt like the strongest stone barricades in the world. But now they felt like strips of cloth too useless to even keep the shadows out.

“I don’t get what that has to do with sleepovers,” you continued. “Do they want us to stop playing around and act more grown-up?”

“That doesn’t make sense! My sister is old, but she still gets to go on sleepovers with her friends all the time!” he cried out.

“So why can’t we keep having sleepovers?” you yelled in agreement, lips turning down in a pout.

“Quiet down, you two!” your mother burst into your room in her pajamas, hair in disarray. “You’ll end up waking the entire street up.”

“Again,” you added with a proud smirk.

“Not again,” your mother corrected, shooting daggers at you with her eyes. Then she turned to Jungwon with a soft smile. “If you want a snack just let me know, okay, kiddo?”

“I told you, clumsy,” he chided smugly as your mother left. “They won’t let us have any more sleepovers because I am this close—” he held up his pointer figure and thumb to emphasize his point, then pressed them together leaving no gap in between the digits— “to replacing you in your own family.”

You barked out a laugh and shoved him backwards so hard that he tumbled through the soft walls of your blanket fort. The whole thing collapsed in a magnificent avalanche of comforters, pillows, and plushies. You two sat under it all holding your stomachs in breathless laughter so your mother wouldn’t come back in a merciless rage.

The first real big fight you two had was in the fifth grade. You got carried away playing with some of your friends after school that you completely forgot you were supposed to be at Jungwon’s taekwondo showcase at the gym that afternoon.

You knew how excited and proud he as about it, and so you promised him that you’d be there even when his family couldn’t make it. Even if he didn’t make it obvious, you saw how happy that made him.

It was just so on-brand for you that you lost track of time and completely missed it.

You got to the gym gasping for breath, hands on your knees. “I’m here! Did I make it?” you looked up and saw an empty gym. Empty except for one other person.

Jungwon stood looking down at you, sipping on a juice box. He didn’t say anything as He walked past you like you weren’t even there. Then, just as he was about to leave, he paused to say, “I leveled up, by the way.” Swinging gym doors punctuated his departure, leaving you alone in the giant space that was now twice as empty as it was before.

Jungwon didn’t talk to you for a week after that. Well, it wasn’t just him that was avoiding any sort of interaction. To be fair, you both were avoiding each other. You were too scared to face him again only to have his eyes pass right through you. Kids started wondering why you weren’t talking during breaks like you used to. Your parents started asking how Jungwon was doing because he hadn’t visited the house in days—undoubtedly aware of the tension but figuring out how to bring it up subtly.

A week turned into two.

And on the third day of the third week, you decided you had enough. You were done avoiding and being scared of being avoided. You were going to apologize and make up for things today, no matter what happened. Even if he walked right past you, you could at least say that you tried.

During lunch, you gathered up all your spare pocket money and bought a box of the mango juice you knew was his favorite.

“Is there any strawberry milk left?” you asked hopefully, peering at the chiller for your favorite drink.

“Sorry, sweet, we just sold the last one.”

You handed the canteen lady your money for the mango juice and rushed out of the crowded room, holding the tetra pack in your hands. You scanned the throngs of students, looking for that head of hair you knew like the back of your eyelids. Several times you thought you saw him, only for the figure to be swallowed up in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

In your haste, you didn’t realize your shoelaces had gone and united themselves. You always had a knack for tripping over your own feet at the most unfortunate times. Naturally, you slipped and fell flat on your face. The old scar you had from the time you ran away with his LEGO car would have a twin one of these days if you weren’t going to be more careful.

The students around you moved away like like poles of a magnet. Still determined to find your best friend, you struggled up on your own, picking up the juice box that thankfully hadn’t burst. You didn’t have to keep searching for much longer.

You saw Jungwon in the partition of the students, like a break in the trees. He sat at one of the benches out in front of the field, shaded by an old tree. He cradled something in his lap, but you were too far away to make out what it was. It didn’t matter if he were holding a kitten or a rock to pummel you with, you ran over and prayed he would still be there by the time you came.

You skidded to a stop before him, words flowing in an intangible heap before you could catch your breath. He didn’t say anything immediately. He just let you form shapes and sounds with your mouth that could not have made any sense to anyone, even to you. Yet it seemed like he took in every word.

“I’m so so so so so sorry.” You finally finished, looking down at the juice box you gripped in your sweaty hands. He still didn’t say anything. He only took the juice box from your fingers, poked the straw into the hole and took a long sip. You stared at the tips of your toes, feeling humiliated.

Nobody could say you didn’t try. You bit on your lip to keep from crying, and were about to walk away when his hand floated into your vision, holding out a box of your favorite strawberry milk with the condensation still dripping off the cardboard packaging.

You looked up at his face in surprise and he was already smiling, the plastic straw of his juice box flattened between his teeth.

You were there when Jungwon got dumped for the first time.

Well, you ran there until you couldn’t feel your legs, so you technically were there. You were there for him, at least.

You had been sitting in your room, trying to figure out how to draw hands anatomically correctly when he called you. He didn’t need to say much for you to know what was going on, and what he needed you to do.

“Where are you?” you asked.

“At the park.”

The little playground near your houses that had always been your unofficial meeting place once the sleepovers were banned. You ran out, not even bothering to change out of your house slippers. You got there holding the left one in your hand because it had flown off in your scramble and you were too unbothered to replace it.

Jungwon sat on one of the swings, not even swinging. He just sat there.

You were both in tenth grade already, but up till now, you had never seen Yang Jungwon pass up the opportunity to launch into the air on a perfectly functioning swing set.

“That bad, huh?” you greeted, occupying the swing next to him.

He just shrugged and tried to smile. You felt your own breath quiver. It was hard to believe that the sweet, polite, bubbly friend you’d known for years was the same person sitting next to you now.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked tentatively.

He shook his head with a small smile, letting out a shaky sigh.

You sighed, too. Getting off your own swing, you positioned yourself behind him. “Alright you sad lump, hold on.”

“What are you—?”

With a heave you gave his back a hefty push. But instead of swinging up in the air in happiness and unchecked joy like you intended, he fell forward onto the ground in an undignified heap.

“What was that for?”

“I told you to hold on!” you clapped your hands over your mouth which served the dual purpose of expressing polite shock and hiding the less-excusable reaction of giggling at your friend’s misfortune.

“Can’t believe I got dumped twice in a day.” he muttered, dusting himself off on the ground.

Now you burst out into unapologetic laughter.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you find my pain entertaining, clumsy?”

“Immensely,” you affirmed, wiping away a fake tear.

You came around to help him up from the wet pour rubber. He grasped your outstretched hand with what you mistake for forgiveness.

Oh, how naïve.

With more force than what was strictly necessary, he tugged you down to the ground with him. Unfortunately, of course, he hadn’t aimed the motion properly and so you ended up with your faces inches away from each other.

On any other day, this wouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest. You saw each other’s nappies on day one, so close proximity between you both was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, you hadn’t been this close in the last five months, two weeks, and five days since he started dating the person who just dumped him, but it still shouldn’t have felt any different now.

And yet…

You jumped up before he could read any of those treacherous thoughts inside your head like you knew he could. You shook yourself, and the feeling disappeared.

“Dumped two times today, huh?” you said as he picked himself up from the ground.

“And dumped on once, so that makes a grand total of three dumpings.” he added.

“You brought that last one on yourself,” you pointed out. He conceded with a smirk that was more like his usual self.

“So…” you fell into step behind him as you both wordlessly agreed it was time for dinner. “Not because I’m competitive or anything—"

“Oh, no, you? Competitive? Never.”

“—But whose dumping hurt more?”

“Yours,” he answered with almost no hesitation. “Yours hurt significantly more.”

You pumped your fists in the air in triumph and skipped ahead in your floppy sliders, dancing around in the middle of the street like a fool. The yellow streetlights caught the lines in his face as he lifted his head up and laughed, the sound clear and unbridled.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm. You bowed at the waist, hands swinging downward towards the concrete. “All part of my elaborate plan, your honor.”

“They’re so cute I will literally stuff them in my cheeks for free.”

“Maybe don’t say that in front of their mother?”

The mother cat looked up from her grooming session and gave you a warning glare. You didn’t care. Not with three chunks of her offspring treating your body like a jungle gym. Nothing could beat the sight of these munchkins still wobbly on their tiny paws snuggling on your lap.

You looked up.

Okay. So what if one thing could beat adorable kittens?

Jungwon sat across from you, cradling the runt of the litter in gentle palms. His hands made the weeks-old kitten look even smaller. He tickled its chin until it lifted its head up in pleasure. It mewled at him, and his eyes twinkled.

Over the years, you tried to ignore this feeling in your chest, but it was happening so often it was impossible to ignore now. You cleared your throat and he looked up at you. You nodded over to the fifth kitten that perched itself against his leg and midriff, purring like a motor.

Well doesn’t that look comfortable.

“Thanks again for signing up to foster them,” one of the shelter workers came over from grooming the mama cat and crouched next to you. “We’re always welcoming extra hands around here.”

“Not a problem,” Jungwon said and nodded at you. “We’ve always wanted to help out.”

“That’s so great. How long have you two been together?”

You jerked your head up and prepared to correct her (which you’ve always found yourself doing even when you were in middle school), but for the first time, he beat you to the response. “We’ve known each other since we were pretty much babies,” he held up the little kitten to eye-level. “Not when we were much older than you, huh, little one?”

You’d have to ask Jungwon to repeat to you the instructions the worker gave, because your brain was spinning a thousand miles an hour and you couldn’t even register where your feet were taking you. Did he know what the worker meant when she asked how long you were together? He had to know…right? He wasn’t a naïve little kid anymore.

Now that particular realization hit you like a vacuum. It sucked all the air out of your lungs and left you gasping. The impact was so sudden that you had to stop in your tracks. Jungwon paused in unlocking his car, about to put the cats in the back seat.

He wasn’t a little kid anymore.

And neither were you.

When did that happen? Was it just moments ago when you were both sitting on the ground playing with kittens? Or was that years ago on that evening on the swings? When did the person standing before you now stop being the little kid you once asked to do your homework for you?

“Hello?”

You looked up.

“I’ve been calling your name like 50 times. Let’s go, we have so much to—”

“Why did you answer her like that back there?” you asked.

And of course he knew exactly what you were talking about. He’d always known. “You know, honestly, I didn’t even realize what she meant until after I’d started talking,” he shut the back door gently on the blanket-covered cat cage. “But it still felt normal, so I didn’t say anything after. You know?” He opened the passenger door open for you, and you found it in yourself to move your jelly legs forward.

He closed it, then let himself in the driver’s seat on the other side.

“You know what she was implying, asking that, right?”

“I’m not stupid, clumsy, of course I know,” there was that nickname again that had become more tender to you than you realized. “She was obviously asking how long we’d been neighbors—”

You shoved him with a bark of laughter, and his head thudded slightly against the window.

“Ow! Why are you always so violent? Fine, yes. I didn’t correct her because I maybe sorta kinda liked the idea—”

You were laughing so hard at that point, not because of what he was saying, but because for the first time in a long time you felt like you didn’t have to keep holding back and denying yourself anymore. Maybe you weren’t little kids anymore, but you still could have forever to grow up together.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said in between gasps of laughter. “Our children are tired of living in a cage.”

He gasped exaggeratedly as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Our children? Well aren’t you presumptuous. I don’t want shared custody of your kids just because I said I liked the idea of being together.”

“They are staying in your house because my mom is allergic to cats—”

“—They are staying in my house because your mom is allergic to cats, but that does not mean—”

“I know you love them,” you sang triumphantly, waving at him. “So you can’t say no.” You couldn’t stop smiling for a million different reasons, and you were no longer afraid that your ever-observant best friend (now something more?) would notice and give you a reason to stop.

“I know, I can’t, I love them, they’re adorable,” he conceded in a childish whine. He glanced at you at the corner of his eye. He reached out, his thumb brushing the little scar that still sat on your chin years after your first encounter. “And I love you, too, clumsy.”

You’ve said those words to each other countless times over the years. Just once, you said it to him in a different way when you thought he couldn’t hear. But just like how he could always read your mind no matter how hard you tried to keep your thoughts in order, you could read his just as easily. And you knew now that your sentiment was no longer left unanswered.

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sincerelyrki · 4 days

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but i love the taste of you

Heeseung never did enjoy lollipops, their overrated taste never interesting him. But perhaps tasting it from your lips could change everything. As for the laptop? It just happened to be in the perfect place, at the perfect time.

pairing : bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. profanity. licking. biting. heeseung is lowkey obsessed. unprotected sex (pls don’t!). oral (both ways). kissing over a lollipop (trust 🙏). recording. switch!heeseung. switch!reader. little bit of degrading (just a bit, promise). spit it mentioned a few times. 18+. mdni.

wc : 3.9k

a/n : you can probably see my addiction to secondhand tasting [ cherry lips, a cherry for my cherry, and now this one… (the lollipop was def cherry flavoured in my head)] anyways, this is only my second time writing full smut so please lmk how i did! fb + rbs are always appreciated <3

Heeseung sat with his jaw clenched; hands fisting by his side as he watched your lollipop glide down your tongue, satisfying pops sounding out whenever you pulled it from your mouth.

He felt like he was losing his mind, his patience wearing thin the longer he listened to your soft hums of delight.

The sounds were identical to the ones he had you making just hours ago, your body still clad in nothing but his t-shirt and your cute little panties.

You were daunting him, you had to be. There was no other explanation as to why you were making all these erotic sounds, why you were licking your lollipop in the same way you had done to him that same morning.

Heeseung rose to a stand, feet bringing him towards you without hesitation. He stood tall in front of you, his body blocking your vision from your computer’s screen.

“I can’t see, baby. Can you please move over?” You looked up at him over your lashes, wide eyes matching your perfectly pouted lips.

Heeseung swore under his breath, his pants tightening as he laid a firm hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you to lean back against the couch.

You sat back with a smirk, teeth still pressing down on the lollipop stick. At first, you didn’t mean to make the whole scene suggestive, but you’d never pass up the opportunity to tease your boyfriend.

You knew how easily he got turned on, how easy it was for you to turn him to putty in your hands. It wasn’t that you always took advantage of it, but there’s no harm in doing it every once in a while.

Especially when he looked as good as he did now, his messy hair - courtesy to you- stirring your arousal as the reminder of your long morning came rolling back.

You sat still under him, your eyes never leaving his heated ones, basking in the way he glared down at you. You had been fantasizing about his reaction, about how rough he would take you.

There’s nothing that irritated Heeseung more than when his good girl teased him, but there’s also nothing that turned him on more.

There was something about your innocent facade, your delicate eyes staring at him with the warmth of the morning sun. Something about the way you conceived everyone into thinking you were some perfect, flawless, princess.

The way you convinced everyone that you were nothing like how you actually were, you’re just a brat wearing a pretty face. But you were only Heeseungs brat, something he proved to you whenever he could.

Heeseung turned his back towards you, bending at the waist to pick up your computer. He rolled his eyes at the rotting footage playing across from him, some random romance sitcom with no specific plot.

It was the same genre you always chose to indulge in, sitting pretty while your brain worked on autopilot to create its own interpretations of how these soulless actors would portray these tedious scenes.

That’s when an idea hit Heeseung, one that he’d been fantasizing about since the day he first touched you. What better movie is there to watch, than the one you create with the person you love?

It was perfect, everything about it.

And so Heeseung turned back around, putting his weight on one knee and he moved the other on your other side. He sat down on your plush thighs, straddling you as you sunk deeper into the couch.

You had long lost eye contact your the man before you, the computer blocking your sight. You ignored the way your show suddenly turned quiet, rolling your eyes at what you thought was Heeseung being over dramatic.

But what he had done next, was something that you’d be thinking about the next time you needed some sort of relief, your hands down your parties as you pleasured yourself to the thought of your boyfriend.

Heeseung placed the computer on the side table, the two of you fitting perfectly in frame. He barely glanced at the screen before he grabbed your jaw, one hand holding it as the other pressed down on your bottom lip.

Two sides of Heeseung’s fingers touched against the lollipop in your mouth, sandwiching it between his fingers as he pried your mouth open.

You looked up at Heeseung in shock, the lollipop sitting loose in your mouth as you allowed him to control your body in the ways he wanted.

“You know, I’m not a huge fan of lollipopsâ€¦” Heeseung trailed off, his fingers crawling from your mouth and onto your tongue. He swiped two fingers across the sugary surface of the lollipop, trailing it in a line across one side of the candy.

He then dragged his fingers from the lollipop, across your tongue, and to your lips. He used his fingers to rub the sweetness across your mouth, a sweet coat of sugar replacing your long smudged lipgloss.

“But I love the taste of you.” He used the same two fingers to pull the candy from your mouth, leaning it to vertically press against your lips. He leaned down to your face, pressing his lips to the other side of the lollipop.

He then angled the stick in a way that allowed the lollipop to stick in the middle of both of your lips, the taste transferring to the both of you.

He closed his eyes, uncaring of the fact that yours were wide open and staring directly at him. He gently stuck out his tongue, removing his lips enough to run his tongue across the side of the lollipop.

He turned his head as his tongue slowly moved across it, eventually meeting the end and ending on the corner of your lips.

Heeseung stayed in that position, his lips barely touching yours as he let out a quiet hum, licking the sugar off his lips as he reopened his eyes. “Delicious” He pressed a small peck to the side of your lips, pulling back to sit up straight.

Heeseung was still holding the lollipop to your lips, only this time he turned the stick so the end was facing towards his chest, the candy facing towards your mouth.

He made a show of opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he let a hushed “a” sound leave his lips.

He gave you a small smirk as you followed his command, lips opening wide as you stuck your tongue out the same way. “Good girl” Heeseung cooed at you in a tone that was anything but proud.

He pushed the candy back in your mouth, using his other hand to close your jaw around it. “You’re so pretty like this, with your dirty lips wrapped around something.” Heeseung quirked an amused eyebrow as you responded to his degrading words with a whine, furrowed eyebrows staring up at him.

“Oh? You don’t look pretty with something in your mouth?” You whined again, eyebrows furrowing even more. Heeseung tilted his head to the side, face pulling up in an unfamiliar way.

“Lips aren’t dirty” You tried speaking through your closed mouth, words barely recognizable. Heeseung humorlessly chucked at your words, a proud grin settling on his face.

“M’sorry baby, you have the prettiest lips.” Your forehead smoothed as you sunk back down, satisfied with his answer. “Should we show the camera?”

Heeseung leaned over to grab the laptop, his teeth on display as he replayed your reaction in his head. The way your body tensed at his words, eyes widening a fraction and legs jolting.

“You must think I'm dumb, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” You were filled with the same desires as Heeseung, your fantasy of recording each other haunting you every time you have sex.

“I know my dumb baby too well, there isn’t anything I haven’t already seen.” Heeseung was now watching their reflection on the screen, his desire growing as he watched the way you began pushing against him.

“Is my baby getting needy?” Through the screen he watched as you rapidly nodded, teeth still pressing down on the lollipop. “Good, let’s show the camera how pretty your lips are first.”

Heeseung brought the laptop up between the two of you, holding it near your chest as he stared down at you, “hold it.”

With the laptop held securely in your hands, Heeseung turned his attention back to your candy. This time, he opened your mouth in a different way.

He pushed down on the lollipop, forcing your mouth to open due to the pressure. He slowly slid it out from your mouth, his mouth salivating as the sweet scent reached his nose.

The camera got a close-up of the way a small string of saliva connected from your mouth to the candy, caught the way it disappeared as Heeseung’s head swooped in from over the laptop as pressed against yours.

Filthy sounds filled the room, your messy kiss being caught from a lowered angle. Though many might now think the angle would be ideal, it was nothing less than perfect.

It perfectly captured the way Heeseung’s tongue wrapped around yours, the way your head chased after his as he pulled back to change angles.

It caught everything, including your pretty moans.

Heeseung carelessly tossed the lollipop behind him, the table close enough for it to land on without having to look. He moved both of his hands to wrap around your waist, his hands pressing down on your curves.

“Wait, let me fix the camera” You stuttered mid-sentence, mouth refusing to leave his as you placed the laptop on the couch beside the two of you, everything above your knees visible.

Heeseung slid his hands under your shift, sliding it up and over your head in a vast movement, disconnecting your lips for no more than five seconds before pressing against you again.

His hands squeezed at your skin, his hands coming up to grope at you.

Your head tilted back with a loud moan as he disconnected your lips to kiss the exposed skin at the top of your bra, his hands pushing your tits up as he sucked dark marks onto your skin.

He acted like a man who’d never seen a pair of breasts before, ravaging them like a starved man. He moved lower down your legs as he undid your bra, kissing and sucking spots along his path until he reached your pants.

Heeseung slid off the couch, slotting himself between your open legs as he bit along your lower stomach, kissing your stretch marks as he appreciated your entire body.

“My girl is so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world.” He mumbled out, sounding drunk off your skin. “So so pretty” He repeated over and over as he placed more and more kisses.

He slid his hands back down towards your legs, fingers wrapping around your waistline before he looked up at you, eyes hooded as he waited for your consent.

At your nod, Heeseung quickly undid your pants, pulling them down and off your legs. Your panties quickly followed, getting tossed across the room in a random pile that would soon be joined by his clothes.

Due to the shift of weight, the laptop toppled over to the side, landing in the perfect view of Heeseung between your legs. It was a sight worth millions, the sight of a man who was actually willing to sacrifice anything to get a taste of pussy.

Heeseung pulled your legs over his shoulder, using his hands to pull your body closer to his face. His eyes closed with a loud hum, the familiar smell enveloping his senses in the most pleasurable way possible.

“You smell so good, I love you so much” Heeseung spoke once before placing a small kiss against your folds, one of his hands coming up to spread you for him.

He gave your inner thigh one last kiss before he leaned in, his lips wrapping around your clit as his vibrations caused mass pleasure to wring out across your body.

Your back arched as his tongue circled you, your sensitive nerves reacting to his loving movements. Heeseung always started slow, paying attention to your most pleasurable parts as he submerged himself into you.

His tongue was now replaced with his thumb, fast circled getting rubbed against you as he stuck his tongue flat against your opening, slowly curling it as he collected whatever juices he could.

A mixture of his spit and your arousal was nothing more than his wettest dreams, the taste automatically beating the one of the sugary lollipops. He could happily drown within you, the only way he’d ever want to go.

After a few minutes of prolonging your orgasm, he finally decided to finish it off, bringing you to your most craved high.

He pushed his fingers into you, his tongue replacing the spot his thumb was moments prior. As good as Heeseung’s fingers felt, nothing compared to his tongue.

It felt like magic, the way he was able to make you feel so much in such a short amount of time. Your back arched as your legs quivered around his head, thighs tightening around his head as your heels dug into his clothes back.

Broken moans left your lips, the sound rising the more you felt the waves coming up. Heeseung felt it too, the way you clenched around his fingers while your hips began rocking against your face.

He used the hand that was wrapped around one of your tights to go up and press against your lower stomach, pushing on it as your high washed over you.

Loud slurps and moans filled the room, your breath caught in your throat as your back arched as far as it could. Heeseung felt you through it, both his fingers and to continue moving unrelentingly.

“Too much.” You gently shinned, legs still shaking as Heeseung licked you clean. He hummed against you, removing his fingers as he finished off, “I know baby, I know.”

Heeseung sat back up, one of his hands grabbing at the bottom of his shit to pull it off his head. You watched through tired eyes as your boyfriend palmed himself through his pants, head tilting forwards as his eyes stayed glued to your face.

It was a habit that Heeseung couldn’t seem to shake, the action starting when your relationship first started. You used to get shy after Heeseung ate you out, cheeks heating up as you tried hiding yourself.

Obviously, you weren’t shy anymore, the hundreds of minutes he’d spent between your legs long swishing that shyness.

While you were calming down and preparing yourself again, Heeseung busied himself with getting undressed. He removed each article of clothing, throwing them roughly in the same direction as yours.

The sight of your boyfriend bare before your eyes caused your body to light up with electricity once again, legs tingling as you obsessed with the way his cock twitched at your watchful eyes.

Heeseung leaned down to grab the laptop, placing it on the table that it was on, to begin with, one that gave it the sight of the entire couch.

You changed positions, turning your back towards the roof as you crawled towards one side of the couch, arching your back for your boyfriend as you playfully looked over your shoulder at him.

“I’m not going to fuck myself.” You fluttered your eyelashes, arousal growing as Heeseung playfully snickered at you in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you so good.”

He kneels on the couch behind you, hands spreading your ass as he pushes himself to glide between your lips. He coated himself with your wetness before sinking into you, bottoming out as you pushed yourself back into him.

His nails dug into your love handles, grabbing them for stability as he pushed himself into you. His head fell back as he felt himself continuously bottom out.

It was rare that you went without a condom, and there was no better feeling than the friction of your bare skin rubbing together.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” A loud pitch moan left your lips in response, a little more dramatic due to the camera recording you.

Heeseung could feel himself losing control, the warm feeling of being inside of you chasing his hips to push into you harder.

Quiet swears left his lips as he found his constant pace, hips hitting against yours as he leaned over your back, hands leaving your hips to wrap around your hands.

He pushed your hands down against the couch, his new angle allowing him to get more depth.

“Please, I want to cum whilst riding you.” Heeseung swore one last time before pulling out, flipping your position as he leaned his back against the back of the couch.

Your feet pressed against his legs, hips raised as you used your hand to place his dick against you. You circled his tip around your entrance one time before you sunk onto him, hand moving down to play with his balls as you bounced up and down.

Heeseung threw his head back, eyes narrowing to slits as his pleasure weighed down his body. One of his hands rubbed up your body, grabbing your chest as the other squeezed the soft skin of your waist.

He turned his attention toward the area where the two of you were connected, his mouth drying as he watched a ring of white froth form at his base.

His abdominal muscles contracted as he trusted his hips forward, louder clapping filling the room as he changed the tempo.

There was a moment where both of your eyes met, the primal desire mirroring back through your own reflections. Heeseung gave you a small smirk, one side of his mouth quirking up.

He winked at you once before he grabbed your hand, his fingers wrapping around the entirety of yours as he brought it to grab his neck.

“Use me” You tightened your hand around his neck at his suddenly sultry whisper, knees burning as you dropped against him harder.

You bent forward, chest bumping against him as you used your hands to tilt his head back, his hair falling back to reveal his damp forehead.

You pressed your tongue against the top of his sternum, licking a strip up until your nose touched his earlobe, teeth replacing its spot as you bit down on him.

His back arched beneath you, small sounds leaving his lips as you marked him. You treated his neck the same way you had the lollipop, using him the way he liked.

“You feel so good.” Heeseung breathlessly praised you, his voice coming out higher than usual. It was easy to tell when Heeseung was getting close, the way he started touching your body more.

Even with Heeseung under you, he always made sure you came undone first. The way your pleasure contoured your body caused his own long-awaited high to multiply tens fold.

Though the feeling of his skin against yours caused a euphoric sensation to ring out across your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a little more.

You halted your body, palms pushing down on your boyfriend's hips to stop his constant buckling.

“I want to make you feel good before.” You rose higher on your knees, only his tip remaining in as you shot him your best attempt of an innocent smile.

Heeseung tried not to let your words affect him, the pleasure that faded with the lack of stimulation returning at the thought of your lips wrapping around him.

“I much prefer you over the lollipop, nothing compares to the way you fill me.”

Heeseung let out a shaky breath as his left leg began to shake, arms flexing as he fisted the cushions under him. “Fuck, do whatever you’d like, I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me.”

You removed him from you completely, your palm reaching up towards his lips as you looked at him with an expected gaze. Heeseung puckered his lips out, a sizable drop of spit landing between the crevices of your fingers.

“That’s not enough.” You clicked your tongue at him, faux disapproval seeping out through your lips as you pulled your hand away from him. “You’re lucky I'm still wet, I'll just have to do it myself.”

You reached down, fingers collecting your wetness before you wrapped your hand back around him. Heeseung’s mouth fell open as you placed a small kiss against the base of his shaft, a trail of kisses following your hand as you slowly moved it up.

A sudden whimper left his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks around him, the suction perfectly squeezing around him.

His sounds only rose as you added your tongue, the soft muscle tracing along his prominent vein. He almost forgot about the laptop, a small red light reminding him of the almost hour-long video.

He stared directly into the camera, maximizing his expressions knowing that sooner or later, you’d be watching this back. He knew what got you off, what he could do to make you feel as good as possible.

It was completely mutual, your knowledge of his body aiding in drawing out a loud, genuine, sound from his pretty lips.

His back lifted from the couch, body flinching as your finger pressed against his perineum, sharp shocks of pleasure shooting across his body.

His breath caught in his chest as his hand shot out to grab your head, your hair fisting in his hands as he pushed you down further.

He didn’t stop, not even after hearing your choking sounds. As said before, he knew exactly what you liked.

He wasn’t the only one who enjoyed being choked, you just experienced it differently.

You continued stimulating his prostate through his perineum, spit dribbling down from the corners of your lips as you drew him closer to his orgasm.

He barely warned you before letting go in your mouth, the only telltale being the trembling of his legs.

You tried your best to swallow everything he gave you, his familiar salty taste replacing the coating of sweetness in your throat.

You pulled back, tongue peaking out to lap at the drops you had missed before, cleaning him from your shared mess.

Heeseung panted from above you, his eyes closed as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. He felt the way you raised from your knees, your hand wrapping around his jaw as you pulled him in for a messy kiss.

The taste of himself no longer caused any reaction, he’d long gotten used to tasting himself on your tongue after you’d gone down on him.

“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” Heeseung said completely seriously, masking the truth behind his words with a joking tone.

“That’s just the way I like it.” You replied back, scooting back to rest your head against the arm of the couch, legs spreading for your boyfriend to get a good view of what you were going to do next.

“I’m ready when you are, show me how good you can treat me.” You never looked away from his eyes as you pressed your finger down against your clit, basking in the way his cock twitched at you.

“Or are you too tired?” Heeseung rolled his eyes at you, his body moving to hover over yours as he pushed himself between your legs.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You returned his wolfish grin, hand leaving your body to grab his waist, pulling his hips against yours.

“Show me.”

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wonifullove · 6 days

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hoes; lhs

synopsis: jealous girlfriend when boyfriend posts selca >:) pairing: bf! lee heeseung x jealous gf! f! reader warnings: jealous reader, suggestive (a bit) reader gets a bit possessive sav notes: bf heeseung is my forever brain rot ( library )

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stariekis · 2 months

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ops ... just got caught !

pairing : idol!ni-ki + fem!reader . genre : fluff . cw : kisses and i think that's all <3 . wc : 2.3k

— synopsis : you must be very careful confessing your feelings, that said person might hear you ...

— notes : i love my silly lil awkward ni-ki 🤲🏻 i really hope you guys like it <3 as always reposts are very welcomed here ! ~

— 'Oh my god yes I do have the biggest crush on her can you guys like leave me alone'. the other six boys that were sitting on the table right in front of ni-ki were in complete shock.

For a bit hit of context ; Ni-ki and you are childhood best friend, both of you traveled together to Korea wanting to be idols. But some years later you found out that maybe the idol life wasn't for you and decided to stop training and started studying again. Both of you kept in contact, even though he have the busiest scheduel ever he always makes sure to save some time of his day to talk to you.

Because of your studies you've been living abroad for some time now so you and Ni-ki haven't seen each other after the day you move to your current city. This lead us to the current situation.

You were standing behind his tall figure, your mouth hanging open as you heard what the boy just said. Today was the last stop of their 'fate tour', which happens to be the city where you where currently living, and you decide to surprise him at the restaurant where they planned on eating after the concert ended.

When Ni-ki saw all of his friends looking behind him with such expressions he turned around slowly. That's when his eyes met yours.

He didn't know what to feel, he was happy obviously but when he realized that you might have heard what he just said he felt a wave of awkwardness taking over his whole body.

He turned around as fast as he could and tried to hide his face in his hands, wanting to avoid your gaze. — 'Well hello to you too big boy' you said giggling a bit, you came closer to him and gave him a back hug while he was still sitting on his chair.

While hugging him you took his hands out of his face and gave him a quick peck on his red tinted cheeks — 'You heard that didn't you?' Ni-ki asked, tilting his head to the side a bit to look at you, finally able to look at your eyes.

You nodded, your hands intertwined with his as you play with his rings — 'And if you want an answer, i also have the biggest crush on you' and right after you gave him your answer to his confession he turned to you and got up from his chair.

He stood in front of you, his hands holding your face. He looked at your eyes and mouthed a silent 'are you serious?', as soon as you nooded your head he closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you softly.

— 'You two, this might be a private area but we are still here, save it for later' said Sunghoon. Ni-ki pulled away and look at his older brother with the most terrifying gaze he has ever give them.

All eight of you spent the rest of the night together. They kept asking you about your life there and you gladly told them, all of this happening while Ni-ki looked at you with the biggest loving eyes ever while listening to you.

What a better way to end such a successful tour than this ?

tag list (open.) : send an ask if you want to be added <3

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snghnlvr · 4 months

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there’s another side that you don’t know. / yang jungwon

yang jungwon x fem reader

synopsis: after a year of dating yang jungwon, you’ve encountered a different side of him that even made you fall in love harder.

includes : 874 words | fluff | kind of suggestive? idk but it for sure made me more delulu | one curse word

extra: inspiration to made this fanfic…this. | jungwon has been bias wrecking me these days.. have i mentioned? | wrote this in ten minutes after seeing that video because that was lowkey attractive | PRADA featured!! but not sponsored lol | jungwon is a mischievous little boyfriend | yn tried her best hehe | NECKLACE DANGLING??? sign me up for sure

likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated<3

[below the cut]

“i’m sorry!” you shrieked, quickly running away from your boyfriend after accidentally scaring him from behind, causing him to be pushed onto the hotel bed.

you realized that you made a mistake when jungwon’s orange juice spilled onto his clothes, thankfully his hand quickly stretched out so it wouldn’t be poured onto the bed. the juice dripped on his chin, causing him to wipe it with his sleeve.

jungwon looked at your figure running away from the bed. away from his sight, causing him to instantly cause revenge.

you quickly ran to the bathroom, after hearing your boyfriend say, “this is the first time since we dated that you hit me.” his tone didn’t sound serious which made you relieved but it still caused your heart to be shaken by how deep it became.

jungwon was still behind you, almost grabbing your wrist but he failed when you closed the door on him. his arm tried to pull on the handle, immediately making his muscles be flexed.

“i did nothing wrong!” you giggled like a kid after being chased by him from the other side. something within you flamed, having the idea of your boyfriend chasing you excited you.

then the lights from the bathroom turned off. you realized that the lights can be opened from the outside, causing you to shout in defeat, “hey!” in which jungwon ignored and continued to press buttons to make you come out.

his grin stretched out when he heard the door handle being opened that’s when he came inside the bathroom. you immediately backed up as your heart jumped to see your boyfriend’s figure in front of you.

“hi.” you looked up at him, trying to sound all innocent, sweet and putting up a front so your cuteness can work on him.

jungwon tilted his head to the side, staring you down with a smirk. your lips started to twitch when he continued to smile at you with an idea in his head. you came to realize it when he said nothing.

you gulped, eyes slowly going down to his all black outfit. it suddenly made you small when jungwon can easily tower over you.

“hi.” jungwon spoke, making you gain goosebumps and shivers on your back. you didn’t realize what jungwon was doing as you kept staring at his lovely eyes. his touch electrified your body as his hand slowly cupped around your wrist. he sounded so sweet and gentle but you knew it was acting.

you knew that you fucked up.

jungwon turned around, dragging you alongside with him and shoving the door open. you licked your lips in nervousness, “hey jungwon i did nothing wrong,” you panicked, trying to let go of his grip but he continued to drag you.

you entered the bedroom, as jungwon dragged you to the front of him. you put your hands up in defeat as jungwon kept walking towards you with his hands on the pocket. you immediately walked back as you were getting intimidated by his stare but it somehow thrilled you.

the way jungwon stared you down with his fluffy hair messed up from the struggle of chasing you and how his broad shoulders were emphasized by his slim clothes — it made you realize his ethereal attractiveness and made you questioned of how such a beauty is your boyfriend?

especially with this new side of him.

as you continue to back away, your back is directly met by the bed which caused you to bounce lightly on the quality.

jungwon easily hovered over you. you looked at his eyes, doing the best you can to break jungwon’s front. your cheeks were painting pink when the distance between you and jungwon was short.

you kept getting distracted by the necklace that was dangling from his neck, touching your lips. PRADA. your mind was running through different thoughts.

jungwon’s lazy smile caused your heart to run 1000 miles per second. each of his arm was at the side of your face as his stomach was touching yours.

jungwon kept admiring your flustered face, enjoying every second at how easily you blush every time he tries to make your heart race. it was a great reminder that you’re his, not anyone else.

jungwon suddenly chuckled, lowering his head and look back at you. your eyebrows perked at the sudden laughter and it caused you to be more nervous at what he was planning.

“ow!” your face scrunched when jungwon lightly flickered on your forehead. you pouted at him with anger boiling in your eyes, but yet again you spilled orange juice on him.

jungwon’s lips grinned at your reaction. then his lips touched your forehead, the spot where he flicked with his strong fingers.

he looked down at you, proud of himself to make you more flustered. you were an internal mess. your eyes widened and jaw opened at the sudden gesture. you can hear the echo of your heartbeat when his soft lips pecked your forehead.

jungwon lifted himself from you, his dimples poking out when he sees your frozen figure on the bed. you were still processing at what happened. he started to walk away from the bedroom, “let’s go to the pool y/n.” he smiled before disappearing from your sight as if nothing happened while you’re lying in bed trying to calm yourself down.

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bamnamuu · 8 months

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS * ੈ✩‧₊˚ SIM JAEYUN

WARNINGS ! idk if there’s any swearing? y/n and jake are so in love and it’s gross, jealous jake [mentions of a cow titty mug beware] spelling mistakes :(

jungwon heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo ni-ki

A.NOTE ! this was the best one i think and i’m very biased because i love jake, i could have made more but i didn’t wanna get carried away :p

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won4ver · 1 month

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short almost drabble like fic where jake dated you because of a bet (you find out). bet fics are my guilty pleasure.

but i’m thinking it’s more of just your reaction? like it shows the emotions you go through after finding out

if you decide to write it, thank you🤭

✈︎ the perfect picture

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader

warnings + genre : angst. crying.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : I LOVE BET FICS SM BCUZ THEY HURT SO GOOD OMFG + plsss lmk how i did!

Jake’s love painted the perfect picture, the canvas splaying out in a precise manner. The midnight giggles and morning delicacies were nothing more than a distraction, a part Jake played a little too well.

You were blindsided by everything else around you, unable to escape your 2d world. The walls of your heart were crafted by the lies that Jake had sewn into your skin since early on, the needle beginning its stitch the second his eyes met yours.

The gallons of paint were now splattered across the sky, Jake's canvas cracking as the black seeped in through the sections where he forgot to blend.

The audio recording sounded out across your stale room, all air stuck in your lungs as you held your breath, heartbeat behind your eyes as the tears welled.

“LN YN? It’s like you're asking for me to lose before I even begin.” The voice so clearly belonged to your boyfriend, his recognizable shocked tone sounding extra sharp.

“So you’re giving up? It’s not my fault they’ve never noticed you before.” Park Sunghoon, the man who always supported that boyish smile, and your boyfriend's best friend.

“I think they’re a good choice, allows more room for fun” Park Jongseong, the captain of the rugby team, again, your boyfriend's best friend.

“What do I get if I win?”

“Easy. You get this” Even if you couldn’t physically see this scene, you knew very well what Park Sunghoon was shaking in his hands. The bills slapping together as he shook them.

“Deal, prepare to hand it over.” The sound of their hands meeting was your tipping point, vision blurring as the tears fell.

The constricted air in your lungs shot out with your first exhale, chest burning as the weight of your boyfriend's betrayal lay heavy.

The next minutes were a blur of tears and blinding lights, your packed bags landing beside your feet as you hurriedly pulled on your shoes. Your phone buzzing to life in your pocket, messages coming in back to back.

You tried ignoring it, the thought of seeing your boyfriend's contact on your screen creating an overwhelming nauseous feeling.

It wasn’t until you heard a specific ringtone that you decided to fish your phone from your pocket, the loud voice of Sunghoon ringing too loudly across Jake’s apartment.

After hanging out with Jake’s friends a few times you managed to get extremely close to them, Sunghoon in specific. It was easy to get along with him, easy to drown within his sweet aura.

After class one day you accidentally stumbled into him, his attempts to hide his swollen eye coming up unsuccessful. You remembered that day, the day you found out about his fights.

It was as if that evening opened a door to your relationship, Sunghoon attaching himself to your hip.

One day all the boys decided to prank you, changing your ringtones to ones personalized by them. Sunghoon’s voice through his own ringtone has never felt so daunting, you’ve never hated him more.

Your eyes lazily read across his newest message, ignoring the other twenty-seven he’d sent within the last two minutes.

hoon

I’m so sorry, I promise we called off the bet after meeting you please don’t do anything you’ll regret. Jake’s on his way back, please hear him out

Without another thought you pressed his notification, the delivered alert changing to seen straight away. It seemed that Sunghoon was already typing again, bubbles popping up right away.

You ignored him once again, leaving his chat to open Jake’s. There was only one message from him, one sent by him hours ago, right after he left to Jay’s house.

“Never talk to me again” you whispered as your fingers pressed each letter, shakily pressing each letter before pressing send. As soon as the message went through you tossed your phone onto the table beside Jake’s door.

Of course, in hindsight, it was foolish to get rid of your phone, but there’s no way you could continue using it knowing all the memories stored in it.

What you didn’t know, was that when you threw it you somehow opened your emails, the email that contained the audio recording.

And so you left, leaving nothing but your phone. You ignored the looks in the lobby, your favourite neighbours giving you worried looks as they saw your state.

You got into the car, carelessly throwing your bags into the backseat. You reversed out of the spot, leaving Jake without another thought.

Jake could feel the dread in his chest as he entered the lobby, the same neighbours that saw you leave in a haste not yet seeing him and they whispered amongst themselves.

“Is yn alright? She just left in a hurry, she was crying pretty bad” Jake didn’t register their words until he reached his apartment, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

He had figured he’d get up faster if he ran up the stairs, the elevator always took ages to get down to the lobby.

He slammed open his door, tears falling once again as he noticed that all your belongings were gone. The only sound in his apartment was his own breathing, well that’s what he thought until he saw your discarded phone.

He walked towards it, jelly knees barely holding him up as he bent down to grab your phone. He felt acid rise up his throat, eyes widening as he heard the audio coming from your phone.

He knew you had found out the moment Sunghoon looked up at Jake with glassy eyes, shaking his head as he tried to get the words out. He didn’t waste a second before running out, ignoring his friends calling for him as the apartment door slammed behind him.

He was too late, he missed you by mere seconds. He didn’t have the chance to talk to you, to explain himself. This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out, he was planning countless ways that he would tell you.

That bet was Jake Sim’s biggest regret, but it wasn’t a mistake. Even if he was given the chance to go back and stop himself from accepting the bet, he would never do it. The time he spent with you was his favourite, you became his favourite person.

He didn’t know where he would go from here, but all he knew was that he needed to get to your apartment as soon as possible. And so he ran back down all flights of stairs, racing to his car as he sped towards you.

He didn’t know if you’d ever forgive him, but he needed to try. He loved you more than anything, even if it wasn’t genuine at first.

Jake Sim loved you, but after today you didn’t know if you believed that. If he loved you he wouldn’t have done this to you.

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sanrikis · 18 days

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mint choco hater 🍦– k.s

genre. fluff, non idol au, ice cream shop au, acquaintances to lovers (?) // pairing. non idol!kim sunoo x fem!reader // cw. cringe, flirting (?), vvv silly // wc. 1.2k // synopsis. sunoo works at an ice cream parlor and you’re their number one customer, freezing weather or not.

“here comes your favorite customer,” sunghoon’s voice rings out from the front. sunoo would never admit it, but he definitely perked up and almost jumped in joy at the sentence, before heaving out a sigh loud enough for sunghoon to hear.

“you can’t be serious. it’s like -10 outside,” sunoo huffs.

“oh i’m dead serious. get up here.”

sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, but it was hard to hide his smile over the arrival of a certain regular in the ice cream parlor.

i mean really. it was -10 degrees outside. who wants ice cream in that kind of weather?

apparently this girl. and apparently she wants it in every kind of weather. the girl frequented the parlor weekly, sometimes daily, to get her beloved favorite ice cream flavor, (…). rarely was it ever something else that she got.

“it’s not even that good,” sunoo thought to himself. he was kind of still in disbelief over her appearance on today of all days.

“hello to my favorite ice cream parlor employee! how’s business today,” the girl questioned, a smile lighting up her face as she made her way up to the order station.

“very slow. i don’t know if you realized but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“oh i know… i just was really craving ice cream.”

“yeah…,” sunoo doesn’t know how to reply, so he asks, “do you want your usual?”

“not today! can you surprise me? ‘m getting kind of tired of(…),” the girl buzzes, her cold face beginning to warm up.

“surprise you?”

“yeah,” the girl nods.

“okay…”

sunoo grabs one of the cups and looks over the many flavors of ice cream.

“she’s practically had all of these,” sunoo thinks. “why is this so hard?”

then, his eyes glance over green and his eyes light up. “perfect!”

upon seeing his expression, the girls eyes trail over to where her look and she pales.

“not mint choco! i hate it,” the girl frantically calls to him, hands waving in a “no” motion.

sunoo can’t help but roll his eyes at her reaction, but still wants to manage to convince someone to try it.

“you sure? have you ever had it? it’s my favorite!”

“um i haven’t had it in a while, but most people don’t really like it and i’m not a big mint fan..,” the girl admits, her hands twiddling.

“cmon ice cream girl! try something new! you won’t regret it… if you do it’s on the house,” sunoo smiles, beginning to scoop the ice cream in the cup.

“…okay,” the girl whispers, hesitation laced in her voice. “if you say so my favorite ice cream parlor employee.”

“my name’s sunoo yknow. you can call me that if you want, since we see each other so much,” sunoo laughs, a smile beginning to form on his face.

“well you can call me y/n then sunoo,” the girl, y/n, smiles back at him.

sunoos smile is on full display now, a light blush dusting his face. it’s just first name basis… why is he so happy?

“okay y/n, here’s your mint choco ice cream,” sunoo beamed, sliding the ice cream across the counter towards y/n.

“thank you sunoo”

y/n grabs the cup but only stares at the ice cream, not moving to try it.

“don’t be scared y/n. it’s ice cream! it’s not gonna kill you,” sunoo laughs, coming around the counter towards the girl, but not before grabbing an extra spoon, “i’ll eat it with you,” he winks.

y/n feels a heat grow across her face, but does her best to keep her expression the same and act normal.

sunoo sees her face darken and a satisfied feelings envelops him. “atleast i’m not the only one who got flustered today,” he thinks.

“okay sunoo,” y/n whispers, looking up at him before looking back down quickly at the ice cream upon making eye contact with him.

“why am i acting like this? we always casually talk and make eye contact… usually he’s the more shy one,” y/n pouts to herself.

“okay count of three we’ll both take a bite okay!”

“okay…”

“1,”

y/n looks up at him again, fighting the urge to look away. she needs to be the confident one.

“2,”

sunoo notices her gaze and looks at her. a blush rushes to his face again but he maintains eye contact.

“3.”

they both bring their spoons to their mouths, y/n shutting her eyes as the ice cream hits her tongue.

“yup. not a big fan of mint,” y/n admits, her face scrunching in disgust.

“you’re being dramatic. it can’t be that bad,” sunoo laughs, reaching behind the counter to grab y/n a napkin.

using all the courage he had, he wiped some ice cream off of the girls lips, reveling in her face darkened once again.

y/n felt like her face was radiating heat, and honestly felt like she was about to short circuit.

“apparently it can. but atleast it was free.”

sunoo laughs again, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

“wow, he’s really pretty. how have i not noticed this before,” y/n thought to herself.

“y/n, did you really not like it,” sunoo asks, his head tilting to the side. y/n can’t help the smile that falls upon her face at the sight.

“i really did not like it.”

“why not?”

“i don’t like mint… like at all.”

“you’re a weirdo,” sunoo huffs put jokingly, “how can you not like mint but you’ll eat (…) almost everyday?”

“because (…) is good and mint is not. hope that helps,” y/n smiles.

“hmmm… what i think is,” sunoo starts, “that you came in with a bias and you didn’t give mint choco a full chance! you need to try it again some other day, when it’s not cold!”

“why would i try something i don’t like again a different time?”

“because we’re gonna go to a different parlor and eat it on a nice sunny day.”

“we are?”

“we are,” sunoo smiles, “if you’re not opposed to it of course!”

“i am not. so when do you want to have our mint choco redemption,” y/n questions, her eyebrows raising at the boy in front of her.

sunoo smiles again. he’s relieved she didn’t say no. but he hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“not sure. can i get your number? to plan out the details of course.”

“sure.” sunoo pulls out his phone and y/n takes it from him and begins typing in her number.

she raises it and takes a picture before handing it back to sunoo.

when he looks at the new contact, a blush rushes over his face again.

“y/nie 🩷” accompanied by a very cute picture of y/n.

“very cute,” sunoo says, not realizing he’s talking out loud instead of in his head.

heat rushes to y/ns face as she tries to cover her face. she laughs, “thank you? your turn.” she hands her phone over to sunoo and he excitedly takes it.

he types and the holds the phone back as he puts up a peace sign and takes a photo.

“here ya go!” sunoo hands the phone back to y/n and she glances down at what he put.

“sunoo 🦊🧡”

“it’s cute!”

“i know!”

“okay i take it back,” y/n glares playfully, “but i kind of need to get going…”

“okay… i’ll text you when i get off,” sunoo smiles at her.

“i’d like that,” y/n smiles back.

“mhm… bye y/n.”

“bye sunoo… see you later.”

ೀ mia’s notes – i asked star if i could use her ice cream shop au idea for a oneshot and so i came up with this :D it kind of gets bad towards the end but i wanted to finish and post it, especially since i reached 200!!!! thanks so much teheheh!! i hope you guys like this :DDD

for @thesunoosshining <333 i hope you like it :333

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luvn1n1 · 6 months

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— did he have to?

pairings: bf!enhjay x fem!reader | genre: angst | wc: 400+ | prompt: jay isn't able to celebrate your anniversary with him | an: posting all my drafts 😭 part 2: sunny days

the city lights flickered as you sat in a dimly lit cafe, your coffee growing cold in front of you. it had been weeks since you'd last seen jay, and the ache in your heart seemed to grow with each passing day. the distance between you had become a chasm that you feared would never be bridged.

jay's hectic schedule as an idol had taken him to different corners of the world, and the demands of his career left little time for anything else. what had once been a passionate and vibrant relationship had started to unravel, thread by thread, and there was a gnawing sense of despair that hung over you.

text messages had grown shorter, phone calls less frequent, and whenever you managed to catch jay on a rare day off, the conversation was polite and hollow. the emotional intimacy you once shared felt like a distant memory.

one evening, jay had called, his voice strained, as if weighed down by a heavy burden. "I'm sorry, y/n. I can't make it back for our anniversary. i have a couple more stops to go for my tour"

the news had hit you like a sledgehammer. the anniversary had been a date etched in both your hearts, a day to celebrate your love. but it seemed like the pressures of Jay's career had snatched that away from you.

as you sat in that cafe, memories of happier times played like a movie in your mind. the laughter, the shared dreams, and the whispered promises had once bound you together. now, they seemed like fragile illusions that were slipping away.

you'd seen photos of Jay with other people, other fans who got to witness his smiles and share in his world. while you were genuinely happy for his success, the pangs of jealousy and insecurity couldn't help but creep in. were you being replaced in his heart?

tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was time to have that painful conversation, the one that neither of you wanted to face. the conversation that might lead to the realization that your love, no matter how strong, might not withstand the distance and demands that jay's fame brought with it.

the thought of leaving the love of your life felt like a leaden weight on your chest, but the pain of holding on was becoming unbearable. you didn't know if your love could withstand the forces pulling you apart, but you knew that it was time to find out.

#jay #enhypen #kpop #au #jake #sunghoon #jungwon #niki #heeseung #jay au #jay enhypen #jay x yn #enhypen one shots #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen fic

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yyawnjun · 2 months

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HOPELESS

florist!jungwon x catcafèbarista!yn

summary: yang jungwon, a young passionate florist, forgot at the cat cafè the boquet that he made for his friends, niki. will jungwon be able to take back the bouquet, or he will end up getting lost in the gaze of the beautiful café barista, yn?

one shot smau ; fluff!! ; no warnings ; ignore the times pls ; @kflixnet ; likes, comments and reblogs are really appreciated!!

#k labels #k-labels #enha #enhypen #enhypen x reader #jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #jungwon imagine #yang jungwon enhypen #yang jungwon #enha fluff #jungwon x yn #jungwon x you #enha x you #enhypen smau #jungwon smau #jungwon one shot smau #enhypen one shot smau #jungwon

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niki-phoria · 3 months

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THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER SEEN LOVE AND THE LAST I'LL EVER NEED

pairing: jungwon x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 409

notes: reader wears lipstick, inspo from that one tiktok trend lol, happy birthday wonie <3

you can feel the heat of jungwon’s blush against your fingertips as you cradle his face in your hands; the colour of your lipstick nearly blends into his flushed skin. “hold still,” you murmur, resisting the urge to laugh once again as jungwon continues to squirm.

“i’m sorry,” he chuckles. his eyes shine as he smiles brightly, settling beside you once again. “it tickles.”

you turn to glance in the mirror across from you, using the opportunity to reapply the colour to your lips. little smudges against the corners of your mouth match the lipstick marks decorating jungwon’s face and neck.

“this was your idea, you know,” you tease. jungwon’s smile grows when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing yet another fleeting kiss to his cheek, just beneath his eye.

his laughter lingers in the room as you reach over to grab your phone, quickly opening your camera and propping it up against a nearby cup. jungwon shuffles across the couch next to you, gingerly wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his head against your shoulder.

you startle slightly when he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your neck. he moves so quickly you almost miss it entirely, had the evidence not been there in the form of a small smirk tugging at the corners of jungwon’s lips and a blush that threatens to crawl up to his ears.

“are you ready?” he murmurs, relishing in the way your embarrassment mirrors his own.

turning to face jungwon once again, you can’t help but study his features. the universe seems to spread impossibly throughout his dark eyes. without the thick layer of makeup that usually coats his skin, you can see all of the “imperfections” that make him human. a hint of your lipstick mixes into the natural pink of his lips; the colour making them somehow even more inviting.

a few more moments pass before you hum softly. “you’re missing something.”

all of jungwon’s questions die on his tongue when you lean in. the soft gasp that catches in his throat makes you smirk against his skin. the stain the kiss leaves is deeper than the others; a faint mark of your lips against his skin now lingers. “there,” you murmur, nonchalantly turning back to readjust your phone’s camera angle. “now we’re ready.”

jungwon chuckles beneath his breath, leaning in to pull you into one final chaste kiss. “let’s make one of you next.”

notes (cont): mini apology fic for disappearing, i have no excuse i was just depressed lol this is not proofread so pls forgive any mistakes !!

if you enjoyed this fic, please consider leaving a like, comment, feedback, or rebloging !! and if you want to support me, check out more enha imagines or enha reactions <3

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4am-enha · 6 months

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pouring.

description/tags: heavily inspired by a scene from the kdrama “something in the rain” on netflix. reader is basically a coffee addict who meets someone new in the cafe on their break, but there’s a rainstorm outside. heavy on acts of service jay in this, cheesy romantically suggested gestures, rain, umbrellas, proximity, catching feelings, old fashion love.

genre: fluffy, fluff, & more fluff!

pairing: jay x reader (y/n), gender neutral reader.

warnings: none that i am aware of :P

wc≈ 2.3k, one shot format

preview: “The tension between you was so thick, you could almost suffocate. But maybe it was just you getting in your own head. This didn’t have to be a slightly intimate interaction, he could just be being friendly.”

You were on a no-caffeine streak for a while now. Almost a week. Maybe it wasn’t really that impressive, but a week of no coffee for you was never heard of before. You were actually really proud of it and began bragging to people how you hadn’t touched a drop of caffeine, and how you intended not to touch any for at least a month.

But that all came crumbling down today. You were so sluggish, it was actual torture to not drink any coffee this morning. What really did not help were the strangely dark clouds outside and the type of air that just fills you with grogginess for the whole day. Winter was approaching pretty fast this year, so that would explain this type of weather. These days, it felt like it was dark when you left for work, and dark when you returned home.

All your progress, ruined, before it had even really gotten somewhere just for one cup of your favourite pick-me-up drink this morning. Was it really worth it?

Absolutely.

To be completely honest, you did hesitate for a moment about it outside the door of your favourite regular cafe, but as soon as that beautiful smell of coffee beans hit your nose, and the warm embrace of the cozy cafe ambiance with just one-half step inside of the building hugged you- you were completely convinced it was all going to be more than just a little worth it. You actually physically felt yourself hold back an urge to skip inside with excitement.

“Please hold it for me!” A man's voice urged from behind you. Of course, you held it for him. He was quite tall and looked very neat and put together. Well, ignoring the slight panic in his eyes and the messy bundle of things in his arms.

“Thank you! I’m sorry, my bag has just come loose and I'm trying to hold all the stuff in,” he laughed nervously as he walked past you into the cafe.

“No problem,” you laughed lightly back.

You approached the pale, slender cashier who immediately recognized you, “Y/n? It’s been a while. Where have you been?”

“It’s only been a week, Sunghoon, don’t be dramatic,” you joked.

“Well, what can I get you? The usual?”

“Yes please!” You beamed.

He smiled, “Alright! Cash or card?”

You pulled out your card and handed it to the barista, zoning into empty space as you waited for the payment to go through.

“Oh, do you have another card? This one declined.”

“Oh my gosh, what?” You took the card back from him, realising you had brought an expired card with you. You were so tired this morning, you didn’t check what you had picked up before you left for your break. You felt around your pockets for a minute, but deep down you hopelessly knew you had left all other cards and cash in your bag which was sitting pretty under your work desk.

By now, there were a few customers behind you. You didn’t want to make things complicated.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to cancel my order-“

“Allow me,” the guy you had held the door for earlier came forward from behind you in the line and tapped his card against the machine.

“Oh my goodness, no! Please cancel that!” You panicked and yelled at Sunghoon, the barista.

“Wait, don't! Please, let me pay for it. It’s nothing, really!” The generous guy joined in with a panicked response.

“But-“

“Okay not trying to be rude here guys, but can you decide. Please?” Sunghoon pleaded. He was not paid well enough for this and other customers were already mumbling and grumbling amongst themselves in line.

You looked at the stranger with an apologetic face, but he only continued to reassure you that it was okay. He really insisted on paying. You nodded at Sunghoon in approval of not cancelling the payment after all.

Sunghoon then continued to take the man's order, leaving you and the stranger standing awkwardly beside each other waiting for the drinks to be made.

“You really didn’t have to do that you know,” you began, breaking the silence.

“I wanted to,” he smiled and paused for a moment, “what’s your name by the way? I don’t believe I have ever seen you around here before.”

“Oh really? That’s a surprise. I’m always out and about, and as for this cafe I’m kind of a regular,” you smiled.

He hummed in understanding, “I could guess by the way the barista seemed to know you.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I suppose it's a little obvious.”

“And your name?”

“Oh sorry, it’s y/n. How about you?”

“You can call me Jay.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jay.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, y/n,” he held out his hand for a handshake, but you misunderstood and gave him a high-five instead. It took him by surprise, but he laughed it off.

“Oh I'm so sorry I thought you were asking for-“

Jay interrupted you by suddenly shifting his hand to complete your high-five, “No need to be embarrassed, I’ll take a high-five too.”

You laughed about it together and then began some more small talk for a few remaining minutes discussing the usually boringly common topics like work, and how long you’ve lived here, except you actually enjoyed it more than you expected to. You were glad that you had made the choice to ruin your caffeine-sober streak today. Meeting new people was refreshing.

But since your job practically required you to talk to new people every day, and this was something you did daily- maybe it was just Jay that was refreshing. He was actually very intriguing, and not just because he was admittedly pretty to look at. You couldn’t really put it into the right words, but something about the way he talked and used so many unique minor expressions really caught your attention. He was so polite too. Attentive. Thoughtful. A nice outcast from the stereotypical modern type of men you were used to seeing everywhere these days.

Either way, this random interchange completely altered your day into something ten times better than it had originally been.

Coincidentally, your drinks were ready and called at the same time. Jay carefully passed you your drink while picking up his own, being cautious to not accidentally burn you with the hot cup. You thanked him once more and both headed out toward the door. Jay held it for you this time, arguing that it was only equal for him to do so since you had held the door for him on the way in.

Your smile quickly faded as you noticed the heavy rain that had begun a little while ago pouring down in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it right away because of the cafe marquee that slightly protected the street and kept the outer entrance dry. You sighed, staring in disbelief that you were going to have to spend the rest of work today in soaked clothes.

“Something wrong?” Jay questioned upon seeing your face flush with worry.

He made you jump a little because you had sort of expected him to be gone by now. You thought he had left immediately when you had exchanged some final thank yous and goodbyes at the door on the way out. When actually, he had stuck around for a minute to see you off.

“Oh no, it’s just that I have to walk in this horrible weather,” you replied defeatedly.

Jay thought for a moment, “wait here.”

You widen your eyes in confusion and surprise as you watch Jay run straight into the rain, completely soaking himself and his coffee within seconds only to disappear around the corner for a few minutes.

You kept checking your phone for the time, wondering if he was even going to come back or if you should just leave. You didn’t even know what he was doing or why he had asked you to wait here.

Meanwhile, Jay was rushing around the local mini-store for umbrellas. Finally, when he found them he picked up the closest two. One for you, and one for him. But then, he looked at the pair of them and put one back with a cheesy smile that showed that he had some sort of motive behind the peculiar decision.

Eventually, Jay returned, walking toward you in the rain, holding a single closed umbrella with floppy drenched hair, clothes tightly stuck to him, and a bright smile. It made your cheeks feel warm as you smiled shyly back.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “you’re ridiculous and insane. You went into the rain to fetch an umbrella?”

“It would appear I did,” he laughed lightly too, handing you the umbrella.

“Why did you only get one? You should take this,” you tried to hand it back to him but he refused and pushed it away with a frown and disapproving shake of his head.

You tried again, “Please, you’ve already done a lot for me this morning. It’s not that bad, I can dry off at work.”

“Let’s share it then,” he suggested, taking the umbrella and holding it up for the both of you, “you said earlier that your workplace was the same way as mine anyway.”

“Oh, well alright then,” you felt yourself blush involuntarily as you began walking very closely, side by side together.

At first, it was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but that feeling didn’t stick around for long. Jay made conversation here and there, making it easy to follow along and it made you feel more confident about being almost attached by the hip to someone you met under an hour ago. Sometimes it would fall silent, but it was a comfortable silence. You would both drift off into your own thoughts for a minute or two.

You had no idea what Jay was thinking about, but you wondered if maybe he was thinking similar things to you. Maybe the situation just wasn’t awkward at all to him, and you were just overthinking it. You couldn't help but be curious about what he thought of you. Hopefully, you made a good impression, and hopefully, he was as comfortable as you were right now.

It was just now that you were noticing how good he smelled for the first time. He smelt as clean and fresh as he looked. His cologne was potent through his wet shirt.

He smelled expensive.

You also noted how tall he was beside you. After some sneaky glances here and there, you saw how sharp his jawline really was. It was as unreal as it had looked from a distance.

When you went to glance over at him again, he caught you. Instantaneously, your eyes snapped forward to avoid it, but he was already softly chuckling upon catching you staring.

“If you have questions, you can ask them, you know,” he laughed.

You laughed in embarrassment, nodding.

Jay began to elaborate, “It's just because you were looking-“

“I thought I saw a bug,” you lied with rosy cheeks.

“You’re a bad liar.”

“No really, I’m telling the truth!”

“Okay, I’ll believe you,” he smiled, seeing right through your attempt to cover up your obvious stares.

The tension between you was so thick, you could almost suffocate. But maybe it was just you getting in your own head. This didn’t have to be a slightly intimate interaction, he could just be being friendly.

As if you were an open book and Jay was reading your mind, he looked over to you.

“You keep drifting out from under the umbrella. Isn’t your shoulder getting wet?”

“A little but it's fine,” you shrugged.

“Come closer, I won't hurt you” he went to put his arm around you to pull you in but he hesitated, “may I?”

You could swear that your face was painted red with blush now, but you nodded anyway and let it happen. He was ever so gentle, making sure he wasn’t pushing it too far. Keeping his arm around you but loosely just in case you might change your mind.

You continued to walk like that together with uncontrollable smiles plastered on each of your faces until you reached the outside of your work building. It was such a peaceful moment that you would surely hold onto it for a very long time after the fact. It had been a while since you felt this rush of emotion that you were so sure had left you years ago.

The rain had cleared up now, spitting slightly still, but nothing compared to what it had been. Jay walked you up to where it was sheltered so that you wouldn’t have to get a single drop of rain on you. You felt bad that he was still very much soaked, while you looked as if you hadn’t been outside at all today.

“Thank you, again, Jay,” you stood in front of him.

“No, thank you, y/n.”

You fiddled with your hands a little, looking down, “perhaps, could I take your number so that I can pay you back later?”

Jay chuckled, “You can have my number, but you’re not paying me back.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, handing him your phone anyway to type in his number.

You then both briefly waved goodbye and you began walking into your building, hiding a giddy smile.

“Y/N!”

You turned quickly to the sound of Jay yelling your name and ran back towards him.

He held out the umbrella to you, “Take this. It’s yours now.”

Without argument, you took the umbrella and waved goodbye once more. You didn’t turn back this time, but you could feel Jay’s eyes on you- watching to make sure you got in with no problems before walking away himself.

Later on, you found yourself staring at the brightly coloured umbrella leaning against your work desk.

You drifted into the thought of the umbrella and a certain guy, with a smile lingering on your lips.

note: as always, any feedback/notes are appreciated~!thank you so much for reading!! i hope you have an amazing day/night ^^ finally, i got another singular member one shot out. i kinda liked this one. let me know what you guys thought of it. also, don’t forget to tune into orange blood nov 17th! WHOS EXCITED (I AM).

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sincerelyrki · 5 days

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pretty baby

Jake’s pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, it’s only fair that the others get to hear them too.

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. exhibition. hand job. fingering. only includes the hyung line. 18+.

wc : 844

a/n : this took everything in me to post, i get way too shy to write stuff like this TT but thoughts? pls let me know how i did <3

“Can I touch you?” You kept your gaze locked on the movie playing across the room, your ears hot as you attempted to ignore your needy boyfriend.

Jake quietly whined in your ear at your ignorance, his need for you growing the longer your hand jerked him off.

He raised his hips to push himself further into your palm, soft gasps leaving his lips as he felt your hand tighten around him.

“Please, I need to feel you.” Jake’s lips gently nipped at your ear as he pushed himself completely against you, your slow caresses halting as he trapped your hand between his thighs and your hip.

You once again tightened your hand around him, squeezing him with a warning.

Jake hissed in pain, his lower body slightly flinching away from you in shock.

Without drawing attention to yourself you turned your head towards your boyfriend, his pitiful state causing your satisfaction to swell along your arms.

Your newfound goosebumps were nothing compared to the way your body reacted to his next actions, your head snapping around to glance around the room to check if anyone had noticed your slip up.

Jake gave you a sly smile, moving his hand further up the front of your shirt. He took advantage of your cautionary glances, cupping one of your breasts with one of his hands before snaking the other one behind your back.

Your jaw clenched as you felt your bra come undone, being supported by nothing but Jake’s hand pressing against you.

“Sorry, it was an accident.” Jake winked at you as he removed his hand from your shirt, your bra held in his hands as he leaned away from you.

“The others will hear.” You gave up, leaning forward after him. Jake allowed you to lean into him, his free hand reaching out to pull one of your legs over his.

“Not if you’re quiet” He teased you, one side of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he tilted his head at you. “You can be quiet, can’t you?”

It was almost humorous how fast Jake was able to switch the rolls, controlling you by the palm of his hand as he pushed you into a submissive headspace.

You confidently nodded at him, your certainty fading the second his fingers wrapped around your knee. “We don’t want anyone to see how dirty my girl can be, that’s for my eyes only.”

Through the dimmed room it was nearly impossible to see Jake’s hands, the light’s reflection on his rings being the only proof of his hands touching your skin.

“But it seems it’s too late for that, hm?” Jake whispered in your ears, his fingers reaching your underwear as he stared at a spot across from you.

“Heeseung seems to be really enjoying this, his poor of an excuse blanket is doing nothing to hide it.” You say frozen in spot, legs spread under the blanket as your boyfriend's fingers circled shapes against your upper thigh.

“My pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, should we show him?” Jake pushed your underwear to the side, slotting his fingers between you as his fingertips slid down your most sensitive part.

Your head dropped down as he pushed his fingers into you, his thumb coming up to rub against you as he slowly moved his wrist.

After a long minute of hiding your sounds, you accidentally choked out a quiet moan, your bitten lips dropping at a harder thrust. “Might as well give them all a show, let them hear you.”

Jake used his other hand to grab your jaw, turning your head towards the three men sitting on the couch beside you. “Let me hear you.” A strangled whimper left your lips at the messy sight that greeted you.

Three pairs of eyes were glued to the blanket across your legs, doing nothing to hide the movements happening beneath it.

If possible, you grew even shyer as the three men turned their eyes toward your face instead.

You could see Sunghoon adjusting in his seat, his legs spreading as he fixed his pants. He tried acting like he never saw the two of you, turning his head towards the forgotten movie playing. If it wasn’t for the harsh gulp that followed, he almost could’ve fooled a blind man.

“Fucking pervs” Jake scoffed out a laugh, his hand speeding up as he finally removed the blanket concealing you from the others.

“Holy shit” Jay’s jaw dropped, his eyes glaring holes into your skin as his eyes wandered all across your bottom half. A strained exhale left his lips at the sight of your inner thighs.

A mixture of red and purple painted your skin, and various hickeys littered across the strip of skin that was hidden by your pulled-up skirt.

“You have such pretty panties, but I think they’d appreciate the sight more if you got rid of them.” Jake blew cool air into your ear, his free hand pressing against your lower stomach.

“Show them how pretty you are for me?” And you did.

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