You Deserve Better | L.hs

you deserve better | l.hs

pairing: lee heesung x fem! reader

summary: heesung overhears you crying about your asshole of a boyfriend. he'd do anything to show you how much better you deserve.

warnings: best friend's brother! heesung, age gap (hee is 3 years older), mentions of body shaming, heavy insecurity, toxic ex, infidelity but it's deserved, soft dom! heesung, simp heesung, sub! reader, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, missionary, creampie, sort of angst?, hurt comfort, not proofread.

wc: 4.7k

“Stop being such a pussy and break up with him already,” Sunoo groaned, rolling his eyes at the ceiling. Hojung slapped him on the shoulder and glared fiercely. She felt a surge of frustration on your behalf at Sunoo's nonchalant attitude.

“Sunoo! That’s not helping,” Hojung snarled, her eyes filled with annoyance as she looked at him, but they softened when she turned back to you.

You looked utterly miserable, eyes red and puffy from crying. Your hair was a mess, and your mascara was smeared in blotchy streaks across your cheeks from constantly rubbing your face.

You had recently discovered that your boyfriend of six months was growing bored of your relationship, especially your sex life. You knew it was a trivial thing to cry over, and Sunoo was right. Breaking up with him would be the simplest solution to end this cycle of misery.

“Come on, I'm just being real. He’s clearly not worth it. He humiliates you in front of his friends, sexualises you in front of them, mocks your weight, and can’t even make you orgasm but has the audacity to say the sex is boring? Hojung, why haven’t we kicked his ass yet?” Sunoo folded his arms across his chest and scowled, imagining the worst possible things happening to your boyfriend.

Hojung looked deflated as she slowly nodded, agreeing with everything Sunoo said. She grabbed your hand softly and looked at you with pure sympathy. “Y/N, I hate seeing you like this. Why are you still with him?”

You hiccuped, feeling on the verge of tears again at her worried tone. Despite hating to burden your best friends with your problems, they had been persistent in getting you to open up about what had been happening since they noticed your change in demeanour over the past few weeks.

You had been unusually quiet and dejected, often barricading yourself in your room. Sunoo and Hojung decided to hold an intervention, and now here you were, tipsy off a few seltzers, spilling everything that had been plaguing your relationship onto them. At first, they were angry with you for not telling them sooner, but now their focus was solely on your cunt of a boyfriend.

“I don’t know,” you sniffed, “I have no idea why I’m still with a man who makes me so utterly insecure. I guess I think…I won’t be able to find someone if I were to leave him. I’ve never had guys go after me so a small part of me thinks I should just deal with this because what other choice do I have?” You knew you sounded pathetic, but at this point, you couldn’t care less. 

“Is that what he told you?” Sunoo asked, now matching Hojung’s level of rage.

You stayed silent, but the answer was yes. Your boyfriend always told you how lucky you were to be in a relationship with him given how dull and flawed you were. Before this relationship, you couldn’t remember having this many confidence issues, but ever since he came into your life, you can’t help but believe his words. Maybe you were so undesirable that this is your one and only chance for a relationship. 

“Snap out of it, Y/N! None of what you said was true. You are beautiful and so incredible," Hojung furrowed her eyebrow and drunkenly yelled, “I will kill that bastard for making you feel this way, I swear!”

“Oh! But if I said that, you’d call me all sorts of dramatic,” Sunoo scoffed.

“Yeah, because you would actually mean it,” Hojung retorted, snapping her fingers in front of Sunoo’s face. It made you flashback to your early high school days when Sunoo would go after boys who teased you, usually by physically confronting them in the courtyard.

“I…You’re right. Both of you. I will break up with him, soon. I just hope I’m not such a coward that I chicken out like last time,” you used the ends of your sweater to wipe the tears away from your eyes, not caring anymore about the mascara stains that were being left on the fabric.

“You’re telling me you tried to break up with him before and didn’t follow through?” Hojung gasped. 

Before you could answer, you heard footsteps approaching. Turning around, you saw Lee Heesung, Hojung’s older brother. Despite knowing he was off-limits, you couldn’t help but get nervous and infatuated every time he was around. Ever since you met him at thirteen, you’ve had a crush on him that was all too obvious to Hojung, not that she ever commented on it.

Perhaps it was slightly more than a tiny crush, but either way, you knew your place and never sought after him. Even if he wasn’t your best friend’s older brother, you knew he was way above your league. He carried himself with a confidence and beauty you could only dream of possessing.

It had been a year since you’d last seen Heesung. He went off to a university in Europe but came back periodically to visit his family. Now that he was almost graduating and had more free time, he decided to come home for a few months and was staying at your and Hojung’s apartment for the week to catch up with his baby sister. 

Hojung snapped her head up at him, furrowing her eyebrows. “Heesung! What do you need? We’re having a private conversation,” she scolded. 

Heesung came up behind her to ruffle her hair, much to her annoyance. “You need to watch how much you drink,” he said sternly. 

“Ugh, I didn’t drink that much. I’m fine. Now go away!” She slurred.

“Fine!” Heesung raised his arms slightly in surrender, “I just came to get some water.”

Heesung looked down into your eyes, mesmerising you. You held eye contact for a moment before you got too nervous and tried to find anywhere else to look. Although his stare was rather intense and mostly unreadable, there was a hint of concern etched on his expression. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded meekly, face heating up at the embarrassment of him having to see you in this state—a crying and babbling mess over a boyfriend who clearly wasn’t worth your tears. You tried to lower your gaze so it wouldn’t be so obvious to him, but it was mostly useless.

Heesung walked over to the fridge and took out four water bottles. When he came back to the table, you felt him behind you, and the heat emanating off his body was all too noticeable. Your breathing became irregular as he leaned over from behind you to place the water bottles on the table. 

Hojung took a swig of water and suddenly tumbled out of her seat, running towards the kitchen to empty the contents of her stomach into the sink. You stood up to hold her hair back, followed by a worried but calm looking Heesung. 

“How much did she drink?” Heesung asked.

You kept your mouth shut, but Sunoo didn’t seem to have a problem with tattling as he said, “A few seltzers, a bottle of soju, three shots of tequila,” he grabbed a can from Hojung’s side of the table and inspected it, “And a beer?”

“Fucking hell,” you heard Heesung murmur under his breath. “Hojung, what is your problem? You know you’re a lightweight.”

Hojung just groaned back, too dishevelled to say anything. You placed your palm on her forehead and felt it burn. 

“Alright, that’s enough, let’s wrap it up. Hojung, go to bed,” Heesung scolded. 

“Sunoo, I’ll call you an Uber and—,” you started.

“No, he can stay and sleep on the couch, it’s too late. All of you go clean yourselves up and go to sleep,” Heesung instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Heesung and Sunoo led Hojung back to her room, holding onto her by the shoulders.  

You were sitting alone at the table now, scattered with empty cans of cheap alcohol and glass bottles of half-empty liquor. It was half past midnight, and although you desperately wanted to sleep, your mind was still plagued with the thoughts of how you were going to break up with the man who was poisoning your life.

You hadn’t even realised that Heesung sat across from you until you felt him grab the drink can from your hand. He looked over to you disapprovingly, but also worried. 

“Hojung and Sunoo both went to bed, you should too,” he said quietly. His voice was so soft and soothing that it did make you want to fall asleep to the sound of it.

“I don’t think I can.”

Heesung had heard everything you said, and he was doing a rather good job at hiding just how enraged he was at your scum of a boyfriend. Not to mention how angry he was at the words you said about yourself. It made him want to grab you by the shoulders and tell you in detail just how gorgeous and desirable you were, right after breaking the jaw of the man who made you cry like this.

If it were up to him, you would never cry unless it’s from pleasure from how good he made you feel. 

He snapped out of his crude thought. “Your boyfriend sounds like a real charmer,” he said sarcastically. 

You looked away from him, embarrassed, “So I guess you heard everything?”

“Sorry,” he said all too unapologetic, “I’m not the type to eavesdrop, I swear.”

“It’s fine. I just don’t want you to think I’m pathetic. I swear I’ll break up with him tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you’re pathetic at all, just misguided. You think way too low of yourself.” His stare made you feel so small. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y/N.”

Your face heated up like crazy. You finally looked back up into his eyes and Heesung felt amused at your flustered and shocked face. You were adorable beyond your comprehension. 

“You don’t know how many men would do anything to have you.” Present company included, Heesung thought. 

You shook your head, chuckling weakly, “You don’t have to say that.”

His eyes went dark now, frustrated at how you didn’t believe him. He leaned over the table to grab your hand. It was comforting and far too gentle for you to have reacted by flinching at the sudden touch. “I mean it, Y/N. You deserve so much better than him,” he lowered his voice and whispered, “You deserve to feel good. A man who can’t pleasure his woman is what’s actually pathetic.”

You had no idea what to say at that, your body going stiff at his insinuating words and the feeling of his thumb rubbing over your hand. 

He smiled tenderly at you, trying to soothe your worries. “I could show you what it feels like to be taken care of.” He leaned closer towards you now, and you felt yourself leaning as well. “Come sit over here,” he patted his lap.

You had no idea what you were thinking when you stood up from your seat and began walking towards him, but you felt him pulling you in. In these months of misery and heartbreak, Heesung’s comforting presence was magnetic and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting close to him.

You stood in front of him, and he gently held your waist to pull you down to sit over his lap, legs scandalously spread in front of his pelvis. You felt yourself heat up even more, especially the in-between of our legs. You were wearing pyjama shorts and a baggy white shirt, no bra. Heesung snaked his arms up your back and pushed you even closer so your chest was flush with his. 

You were flustered at the feeling of your tits pressed up against him, and your shorts dampening ever so slightly with your arousal. 

“I bet I could be a better kisser than him,” Heesung whispered. 

Your faces were so close now that one slight push would have your lips pressed up against each other. “We…We can’t do this Heesung,” you managed to say.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” He cupped your face, “you’re going to break up with him anyways.”

“No, that’s not it,” you bit your lip and reached up, grasping onto his shoulder, “It just feels…I don’t know if Hojung will be happy with me—”

He placed a finger over your mouth, “Shh, enough of that. She doesn’t matter right now, and you do. What is it that you want?”

You leaned into his palm, ever so hypnotised by his stare. You stayed silent, your mind thinking of all the ways this may hurt Hojung. What if she thought of you as betraying her? You’ve always had feelings for him, but what if you succumbed to your desires as just a means of using him to get over your heartbreak? You cared far too much about Heesung to do that to him. What if he just wanted to use you? 

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Heesung grabbed you tightly by the hips, making you rub your pelvis against his, not helping at all with your wave of arousal. You held back a whimper. “Tell me, gorgeous. What do you want?”

“I want you,” you finally pushed yourself against his lips. It didn’t take long for Heesung to hold your head and push his tongue inside your mouth. The way he was using his tongue was making you hazy, not being able to suppress your noises any longer. It was rough and passionate. A fiery passion you weren’t used to. 

“Stay quiet, baby. Don’t want to wake anyone up, right?”

You nodded weakly, but you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to keep that promise. His tongue now latched onto your jaw and you clasped your lips together to hold back your whimper. Your squirming made Heesung’s cock harden and stand up, and you began feeling sensitive to the feeling of his erection pressing up against you. 

It was almost involuntary the way you began grinding against his crotch, and you felt desperate. His lips were now on your neck and he grabbed a handful of your ass, steadily pushing you back and forth on his thighs. It made you see stars. 

It was embarrassing how you felt yourself nearing your orgasm just by this. You have been so sexually deprived and neglected it made you sensitive to real and passionate intimacy. It was in the feeling of your clit pressing against the fabric of your panties, and Heesung’s hand inside your shirt playing and palming at your tits. Your nipples hardened at the pressure.

Fuck, you were going to cum practically untouched.

You quickened your pace, your hips beginning to tire as you started chasing the high.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” Heesung whispered. You nodded meekly, not being able to speak a word. He gripped your hips, halting your movements. “Why don’t you take off your panties and ride my thigh? It will feel so much better.”

Although you were frustrated by having your pleasure taken away from you, you stood up on unbalanced legs in front of him once more. He put two fingers into the hem of your shorts and pulled you towards him. He leaned his head towards your leg and began placing kisses on your thigh as you felt your shorts slide down your legs and eventually pool on the floor.

“You’re fucking drenched,” you felt him place his fingers on the wet spot on your panties and whimpered at the feeling. “Have you ever been eaten out?”

You shook your head. Your boyfriend was the first sexual relationship you had, and he never seemed to be interested in making you feel pleasurable. You weren’t even sure if he knew how to.

“Bastard,” Heesung murmured under his breath. He was utterly furious at how your boyfriend had practically been using you for his own pleasure like you were some object. He discarded your panties and pulled you back on his thigh.

Your clit came into contact with his thigh. He rocked you back and forth and your mind short-circuited at the friction of his jeans and your sensitive clit. You pressed your lips into his shoulders trying to muffle your moans, not trusting yourself to keep it in.

Heesung was in bliss seeing you like this, desperate and beautiful and in utter pleasure. He felt his jeans get dampened from where your cunt was drooling on them. 

Because you were already so hot and stimulated, it didn’t take long for you to feel it. The feeling was almost foreign to you since it’s been so long since you’ve pleasured yourself. You were going to cum on his thigh. 

“I-I think…I’m close,” you whined.

“I know, baby,” he cupped the back of your head gently, “cum for me.”

You rolled your eyes back as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You felt it everywhere in your body. You wrapped your arms tightly around Heesung’s torso, almost like you’d fly away if you weren’t anchored to him. He kept slowly pushing you on his thigh, gently helping you come down from your high.

“Thank you, Heesung,” you said after you had time to calm down.

“Don’t thank me. Not yet,” he chuckled. You were confused until you felt yourself rise as he picked you up and began walking towards his bedroom.

He laid you gently on his bed and leaned down to press his lips on your forehead. You were prepared for him to fuck you some more, and as much as you were tired, a major part of you was excited at the thought of him wearing you out for the night. You were surprised when he stood back up and grabbed your phone out of his pocket. You had no idea how you got that.

“Open it,” he demanded. You did so, feeling upset at yourself for being so unquestioning and submissive. You couldn’t help yourself though as you had the utmost trust towards Heesung. 

He went through your contacts and found the man he was looking for. His name on your phone was followed by a sparkly pink heart after it. It made him want to gag. He pressed the call button, surprised at how quickly the man picked up given how late it was into the night. “Babe?” came out of the other line.

He put it on speaker and handed you the phone. You were immensely afraid to take it, still hesitant about your ability to leave this dead relationship. “Tell him. Tell him now or I will,” he whispered spitefully. He wanted to watch you dump that pathetic excuse of a man before he let himself have you fully. 

He couldn’t give a fuck about how the other man felt about his girlfriend cheating on him, but he knew you needed to get this over with. He wanted you to forget your boyfriend and focus solely on him as he took you.

“Y/N, what do you want?” the voice on the phone came out harsh as he was getting annoyed at your silence, making Heesung clench his fists. How dare he speak to you like that, he thought.

“H-Hi…I called because I wanted to tell you something,” you said gently. Heesung was sure he did not deserve to hear your soft voice. 

“Okay? Well hurry the hell up, I want to sleep.” Heesung felt himself holding back from becoming violent.

“I think…I don’t think I can keep doing this.”

“Do what? What are you talking about?”

“I…,” your eyes trailed towards Heesung, looking for help. He held your hand to help comfort you, but he wasn’t about to break up with your boyfriend for you so he gave you a stern look to continue what you were saying. You decided to rip off the bandaid and said, “I think we should break up.”

There was a silence on the other line until your boyfriend—now ex—began raising his voice and cursing at you, “You’re not fucking serious, Y/N. Is this seriously why you called me in the middle of the night? I mean, what the fuck?” You noticed Heesung clench his jaw. “Go ahead, leave me. You’re just going to come crawling back when you can’t find someone who can put up with how boring you are. Honestly, you are suck a fucking bitch, too scared to—,” Heesung grabbed the phone out of your hand.

There were tears welling up in your eyes, but you were trying your absolute best not to cry over this prick. You already embarrassed yourself enough. 

Heesung knew he couldn’t yell in fear of waking up the others in the apartment, so he said as quietly as he could, “Listen here you fucking cunt. Speak to her like that again and I will rip your throat out with my bare hands, do you understand?”

“Who the fuck are you?” the man on the line spat, but you could hear the slight fear in his voice. Your ex has never been a particularly confident man around men who intimidated him. Heesung’s strong presence was clearly making him feel inferior, even if it was through the phone.

“I said do you understand? Never call this number again. In fact, don’t step or look or breathe anywhere near her, asshole.”

“Are you fucking—,” Heesung ended the call and blocked his number for good measure. 

Heesung leaned down and pressed his forehead against your forehead, “How do you feel?”

Instead of responding you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled his lips on yours. You felt like your body would not function unless he was on you. You didn’t want Heesung to think you were upset over leaving your boyfriend, because you weren’t. You couldn’t give a fuck about him anymore, but fuck were you embarrassed by your cowardly attitude.

You may have been too weak to take action against your now ex-boyfriend, but you mustered up all of your strength to show Heesung how much you wanted him, and solely him. 

He grabbed your waist and pushed your back on the mattress. You were moaning into each other’s mouths. It was hot and desperate. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, one hand pinning your wrists above you, the other descending down to your waist and grinding into you. You moved your hips up to meet his, trying to satisfy your craving for getting him inside you. 

He kissed you one more time before trailing his mouth down your throat, eliciting louder moans out of you. “Please,” you begged. You moved your hands to try to take off his shirt, forgetting he had them restrained. 

Heesung let go of your hands, but instead of undressing himself, he peeled off your white shirt, leaving your bare breasts on display for him. He couldn’t hold himself back from moaning, gripping one with his hands and wrapping his lips around the other. It was practically impossible to keep quiet at the feeling of his mouth flicking and sucking on your sensitive bud. 

You felt his fingers yet again, but this time on your bare cunt, making you flinch in sensitivity. “Heesung…,” you said breathlessly.

“Baby, you’re drenched,” his eyes were like a predator before it was about to devour its prey. He moved down the bed, placing your legs over his shoulders, thighs resting comfortably on his shoulders. He began lapping at your hole, and it felt like this was all that he was made to do. He was meant to pleasure you and now that he has been given the chance, he won’t be able to live without the feeling of your arousal on his tongue.

He licked up all your juices and then moved up to begin sucking on your clit. You accidentally yelped, despite your desperate effort to stay quiet. Heesung chuckled, and looked up at you, “Baby, I told you to stay quiet. Or would you rather I shove your face into the mattress and take you from behind?”

You clenched at the thought, not entirely sure if you would mind. It didn’t get past him how positively you reacted to his threat. “Next time,” he murmured before continuing the devouring of your cunt. 

Your hand was tightly pressed over your mouth as you felt yourself cum on his tongue, your body shaking as you began to take in the feeling of overstimulation. You don’t remember a time in your life when you’ve had more than one orgasm in a single night. Heesung climbed up once more and placed a kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You taste incredible,” he groaned, making your face heat up in flames. You couldn’t believe he could say such intimate and coarse things so calmly. He began kissing your neck again, surely leaving a mark for tomorrow. That’s something your future self would have to worry about. 

He slid off his jeans and groaned as you reached down to cup his cock with your hand, mind going haywire at how massive it felt. You were nervous now to take it in your cunt, but he removed your hand and thrust himself inside you in one quick motion, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

You were both moaning now, your walls clamping around his cock from the pleasure, but partly due to your struggling of trying to take his size. You were still a bit too tight even with the two times he’s already made you cum. He let you slowly adjust to it before increasing his rhythm, pumping his cock more deeply and quickly.

His back was now littered with your scratches from clawing at him. He was pounding into you at a speed that was making it harder to form any thoughts. How could you, when you were having your guts rearranged by the man you’ve been in love with since you were a little girl? You felt his cock throbbing inside your walls, and you knew your climax was coming closer, as well as his.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum baby,” he breathed. He reached down and you felt his fingers playing with your clit, trying to get you to cum at the same time as you. Even if you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, the sounds of the bed creaking were not going to fool anyone who was awake at this time. 

“Cum inside me, p-please,” you managed to say in between whines. He didn’t object, and you felt your insides become hot as his seed spread inside you, coating your walls. At the same time, you clamped around his cock as you came with him. You gripped tightly at his back, needing him as close to you as humanly possible. 

Heesung stayed still as he waited for you to calm down, running his hands up and down your waist to help warm you and stop your shaking. He pressed his forehead against yours. It was just you and him in this world, breathing slowly to each other’s rhythm. 

He knew you were exhausted, so he wasn’t about to bring it up now so as to not overwhelm you, but you were his now. You were now forever belonging to him. There is only one thing that will let him live a fulfilling life and it’s to keep you in his life, happy and protected.

While you were sound asleep, you didn’t even notice your phone vibrating throughout your sound slumber.

LEE HOJUNG [09:27]: i’m guessing you’re still asleep but…seriously girl. i’m glad you’re moving on from that garbage bin of a human (please please please tell me u broke up with him) but did you seriously have to do it with my OWN BROTHER????

LEE HOJUNG [09:27]: i’ll kill him if he hurts you i hope you know that.

LEE HOJUNG [09:28]: are you guys together now or smth?

LEE HOJUNG [09:28]: he’s never allowed back here again don’t argue with me istfg

LEE HOJUNG [09:28]: UGH…YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING 🤮🤮 WAKE UP ALREADY SO I CAN BEAT YOUR ASSES 

KIM SUNOO [10:03]: Yeah…I’m not shocked in the slightest. 

[SUNGHOON] Concept Photo CONCESSIO Ver. Photo Sketch 📸

Omg, Jake's one got me like 🫣😵‍💫

i’d loooove to see enha’s reaction to their s/o who’s usually super side being really freaky and kinky in bed, like who do u thing would be the most into it, who’d be like “i knew it” and who’d be surprised 😽

these might not really be that kinky, but this is what I felt to write in the moment. hopefully this still works for you <3

surprised

jay - i don't really think jay cares a lot about dynamics during sex, so he doesn't really put much effort into what he does. he does what feels natural. whatever you want to do, he'll make it happen as well. since you're usually shy to ask, he does what he thinks will feel good in the moment. he's ok with that because he never wants to make you uncomfortable. even if you shy away from his gaze when he's inside you. needless to say, it takes him by surprise when you finally find the courage to reach for his hand and shove his fingers into your mouth. you gag around them, and your eyes fill with water, but you love every second of it. it takes him off guard for a second, but when you feel him press his fingers down on your tongue, you know he finally understands.

"this is what you wanted pretty? you know you could always ask me anything. especially when I can feel your throat gagging around my fingers. how about i give you something bigger to suck on?"

heeseung - i think heeseung is really a sweetheart, so like jay, he'd do whatever you want him to do. since you're so shy, heeseung takes the lead in your relationship, but he always encourages you to ask for whatever you want. he'd capture the moon for you if he could. when you ask him one day if you could try something new in the bedroom, he's immediately excited. his baby is finally taking the initiative. what he doesn't expect is for you to bring in fluffy handcuffs and walk in wearing full leather lingerie and stripper heels. he lets you undress him and cuff his hands behind his back. if you ask him tho, it was not fun when you blindfolded him and damn near killed him when you put that cock ring on. not only can he not admire you in your sexy outfit, it's been an hour, and he still hasn't gotten to cum.

"jesus baby. i'll do whatever you want, just please let me cum. i never knew you were so frustrated with me. i promise I'll make it up to you."

jake - jake is already a freak himself, so he has a feeling that maybe you're becoming like him too. but he doesn't dwell on it too much because he still thinks you're so cute when you shy away from him. it's any normal occurrence where you're giving him head when you get the courage to do what you've always wanted to do. after he cums in your mouth, you look back up at him and bring yourself up to his level. jake can't say he's surprised, but he also can't say this is exactly what he's expected. your hand moves to force his jaw open and you spit his cum into his mouth. you close his jaw, urging him to swallow. when he's done he looks at you with a devilish grin and laughs to himself.

"i'd be lying if I said that wasn't hot my love. i know you have more that you want to try. let's do it all."

sunghoon - i know people see sunghoon as a mean and rough dom, but I just see him as more of an assertive person. his personality is dominant to yours, but he's not really huge on dynamics either. when you guys have sex, it's more that he controls what's happening and coaxes you to tell him if you want him to do something different. he definitely knows you have a lot of things you've wanted to try, but he lets you do it on your own time. that being said, he is extremely happy when you shyly ask him to wrap his biceps around your neck as he fucks you from behind. he's even more happy when you ask him to degrade you. he starts lightly so you don't get overwhelmed.

"about time baby. i've been waiting for you to admit how much you want my cock. show me how desperate you can be."

already knew

OBVIOUSLY.

𝓢.ㅤ he can't tell if you're joking or not.

SJYㅤ୨୧ ⠀ femreader⠀ . . .ㅤ fluff jake's pov reader's flirty ig you could say college au jake's a hashtag overthinker AND oblivious not proofread as usual sawryㅤ715 words

"you're, like, kind of gorgeous,"

"woah, what?" jake gapes at you from over his laptop screen. you're sitting across from him, supposed to be helping with the research for your project. your laptop isn't even out on the table, though, but he swears he saw you typing away five minutes ago.

you hum, "you are gorgeous, actually. not kind of,"

"is this— what are you talking about? this is so random," he lets out an amused breath, running his hand through his hair. he could feel his heart racing, "i don't usually get called gorgeous,"

"i was just making an observation," you reach forward, pushing his screen down a little, "do you wanna be called handsome instead? or pretty?"

he blinks, "well, no. i mean, i don't care,"

you nod, "okay,"

he expects you to say something else, but you don't, smiling at him instead as you pull out your phone, seemingly scrolling through instagram or maybe twitter. he can't really tell.

he doesn't understand you. you're honest— to an insane level. catching him off guard on more than one occasion, an instance from last year coming to the forefront of his mind.

you had told him how you would give up everything to be his girlfriend, and then you moved on like it was nothing.

it was confusing to him. he swears it's just your personality; you're honest and flirty, and you make jokes that sometimes don't feel like jokes (the girlfriend thing, for example). he knows they're jokes, though.

or at least he thinks he does.

sunghoon told him that you only act that way with him. you haven't ever told sunghoon you wished you were his girlfriend or that he was gorgeous.

"do you like me?"

you look up from your phone, your eyes wide and eyebrows raised in surprise at his sudden question. hell, even he was surprised at what he said— it was egotistical, thinking that someone likes you just because they complimented you, but he blames sunghoon and jay. they both put the idea in his head, and after your comment, he couldn't not ask.

if you said yes, he could ask you out. he'd ask you on a date and eventually ask you to be his girlfriend, and if you said no then . . . well, he doesn't know what he'd do.

he'd probably have to avoid you for a while, out of embarrassment. hopefully, you'll be able to move past that and be friends with him again.

you laugh— a small, shy laugh, like you're nervous— and you bring your hand up to wipe away an imaginary speck of dust on your skin. "obviously. i mean, i think it's obvious. is it not?"

"seriously?"

"yeah," you say, placing your phone down and leaning forward, "was it really not obvious?"

"i thought you were just playing around,"

you stare at him in disbelief. "jake, i kiss you all the time,"

his face heats up at your reminder. you do kiss him all the time, among other things. now that he's thinking about it, the two of you have a pretty physical relationship.

"on the cheek! i figured you were a touchy person. do you really like me?"

"oh my god, jake. yes, i like you. a lot. i don't do anything i do with you with anyone else,"

"oh, okay, cool cool," he taps his finger against the table, looking everywhere but you. he has no idea how to handle this information— how on earth did he not know you like him? he's going through your friendship, and you were, in fact, obvious about it.

"jake."

he blinks, "what?"

"do you like me?" you're staring at him, a little amused and annoyed at the same time.

"oh, sorry— yeah. yeah, i do. i do like you. do you wanna . . . fuck, can i be your boyfriend?"

you laugh once again, less shy and more teasing. his nervousness is making your nervousness go away, it looks like. he's glad that his lameness can bring you some joy, whereas he wants to go cry to sunghoon about how stupid he's being.

"sure. i did say i'd give up everything to be your girlfriend,"

then you give him the prettiest smile, and he thinks that he's simultaneously the luckiest and stupidest man in the universe.

note. i feel like this is bad and makes no sense but idc i just like oblivious jake and wanted to write smt for him :/

nsfw.

❝ the crush ❞ — boyfriend!jake x afab!reader

cw: reader has a big crush on an actor, jealous sex, arguing, marking, pet names, dirty talk, oral (m. & f.), toxicity, mirror sex, hair pulling, short, apparition of some enhypen members.

wc: 3,742

jake was a great boyfriend. he was sweet, loving, caring, present, all that it takes for a guy to be basically perfect but he did have a flaw: he was stupidly possessive. recently, you’d been obsessed with a show you randomly found thanks to tiktok, you watched it every night with your boyfriend when he came back from work. jake liked this show too, he found it entertaining but at the same time, he was starting to hate watching it and for a very particular reason.

“oh, yum” you say as you see him sitting down by your side with two cans of fruity vodka. he hands you over your favorite flavor while you play start on the show. “where did we leave it at?” he asks. “uhm, richie wants to leave the place because he can’t stand the change” you answer as the episode begins.

he eyed you from second to second, he knew exactly why you’d persuade him to watch that show and even if it was a small crush, he wasn’t happy about it. every time the protagonist seemed to get stressed or angry and frustrated, he saw you clenching your thighs together and maybe not even realizing it, that’s what drove him insane, you not even realizing you were rubbing them to decrease the sensations another man made you feel. his ending point was when on the episode carmen starts to scream at everyone in such a deranged way the watcher begins to feel as anxious as if he was there. you sighed and bit your lip carefully, eyes pinned on the screen as you saw the blonde character verbally abuse his workers. that’s when jake drew the line. he took a long sip of his drink, emptying it and getting up, you didn’t even flinch at it, couldn’t care less about jake at that specific moment. “he’s hot, ain’t he?” the idol says as he stares at the screen. “mhm?” you answer without listening to him, still very much focused on the actor. “carmen. he’s hot” you laughed at his statement, but did not reply to it.

he left to go to the kitchen, he chuckled at his feelings but still, he didn’t back down on them. when he returned now with another can, you two finished the episode. “let’s just go to bed baby, i’m a bit tired” he says as he saw your intentions on playing another episode, after a few seconds of disappointment, you agreed.

after you two got all ready for bed, jake tried to let go of the feeling of jealousy, kissing and hugging you like every other night, talking about each other’s day and simply enjoying each other’s company. that was your favorite moment of the day, the alone time with him, getting to talk, laugh and understand the other better, then it usually got to phone time and you both quietly laughed while going through tiktok or instagram. “alright, i’ll sleep now” jake announces, you smile at him as you give him a small peck and he happily rested, you went through your phone for a few more minutes. your boyfriend hadn’t close his eyes yet, as if already knowing what was coming up. after a while, your feed became entirely about the actor from the show you were watching, you smiled, liked every video, watched them until the very end and proceeded to send them to your best friend, one of them captioned: he’s so hot i wanna do pure filthy unexplainable shit to him. jake was completely done. he was going insane about it, but tried to control himself when he saw you putting down your phone and resting completely, a smile on your face and rosy cheeks.

after a long while of thinking, you were already deep into your sleep but jake was still very inside his thoughts about your newest crush and he couldn’t even understand why he felt so jealous, it wasn’t like you were going to meet him and fuck him one of those days, it was a small innocent, girly crush. “fuck” he whispers as he forced himself to sleep.

the next few days, he still saw you sending videos of the guy to your friends and now starting to watch interviews of him, giggled at his dad jokes and acted like a teenager. what the fuck was your problem? were you doing it on purpose? he just thought about it all and his insecurity grew louder inside his head.

“oh! i wanna watch this film!” you squeezed his hand as you came closer to the cinema poster, jake smiles, realizing it was about wrestling and he agrees on watching it. he held your body while munching on some popcorn, about thirty minutes into the movie he understands why you were so happy when he bought the tickets. jake clicks his tongue and sighs, immediately losing interest in the film and focuses on you. your eyes were completely stuck on the screen, glistening, your mouth slightly opened. “hey, isn’t that carmy from the show we’re watching?” you nod, as if trying to shut him up and he does, not bothering anymore. god, he felt so useless being all weird about a hollywood american actor who had absolutely no idea who his girlfriend was, he couldn’t fucking understand why he got so jealous about him but then again he sorta remembered: it was the thigh rubbing. he got the whole crush thing, he completely understood you found him attractive but the thighs rubbing and the lip biting? why? why the fuck were you getting horny for another dude? he got his phone out and asked his friends, but their answers just left him even more frustrated.

jake tried his best to focus on the film again, but the shirtless mullet guy with great physique had him in a chokehold because of how he got his girl simply through a screen. oh my god, why am i being so weird about this? he thought to himself.

“it was such a sad story” you sniffed whilst hugging your boyfriends arm, he tensed at the grip. “yeah, it was” he limited himself to answer. the ride back home was quiet and simple, jake grope the wheel every now and then remembering your actions. he just wanted to get home and the boys to come over, he knew you invited some friends too but didn’t mind, you’d be inside and they’d be outside so it wasn’t a problem.

as you got home and set everything up, the guests started to arrive. just like he said, you and your friends stood inside while him and the guys drank on the patio. “what’s up with the text you sent earlier?” heeseung asks, jake sighs and throws his head back in annoyance. “it’s just… we’ve been watching this show she found off of tiktok about some chef from chicago and she’s been acting fucking weird. she changed her lock screen to one of him, he listens to this fucking song on repeat ever since we started the show, today she said she wanted to watch a movie about some wrestlers and i thought it was a little weird since she doesn’t give a fuck about any sport but then like twenty minutes into the movie the guy comes up shirtless, all sweaty and- i don’t know, she fucking rubs her thighs together and bites her lips when she sees him” he felt so stupid just saying that, but he heard the song he was talking about coming from inside. “see? that’s the fucking song” niki scoffs, jake gave him a deathly stare. “bro, i don’t wanna annoy you even more but… the actor you’re talking about? he was in a calvin klein ad in where he’s like… yeah, well… let’s just say he’s just wearing shoes and boxers, only that” jake bursts out of laughter, not believing his ears but niki grins at him. “oh- that actor. yeah, i’ve seen that ad. girls do go crazy over him” jay agrees, jake tilts his head and hears the song repeating all over again, then squirms and screams of the girls inside the house. “y’all for real?”, “go check it out yourself” niki says, then the four of them walk closer to the glass door that faces the screen completely, seeing you and your friends go completely nuts about the half-naked dude on the screen. “look, man. having a crush on an actor is completely okay but i do think all the rubbing and biting is a bit weird, also… if she’s repeating that video over and over, i mean… i don’t know, to me, that’s a bit weird”.

after all that, he had to confirm it wasn’t just his head going crazy.

the thighs rubbing. the blushing. the lip biting. the hands through the hair in desperation. god, jake wanted to kill someone. he had a plan. he had to really confirm he wasn’t imagining it all and his jealousy wasn’t just playing him an insufferable joke. so his hand travelled from your inner thigh and directly massaged your clit, your eyes left the screen and eyed him, soon enough, his fingers made their way under your clothes and confirmed his suspicions. “you fucking whore. you have me sitting next to you night after night while you get wet and horny by watching another dude? watching him get naked on that fucking ad? what the fuck is wrong with you?” he whispers, you felt a little bad for being discovered but for some reason, you couldn’t even fight the sensations. “jake… it’s not-”, “it’s not what? it’s not cheating? c’mon, dude, you’re fucking drooling over him night after night” you scoff when he leaves your core, he gets up annoyed and his hands go to his head, messing it up in frustration. “i can fucking understand if you find him hot, i don’t give a shit about that but c’mon, this is just too much. i have crushes on celebrities too but you don’t find me jerking off to the thought of them” he began to raise his voice, he was mad. “i’m not doing any of that! i find him attractive, that’s it! jake, this is stupid. i am not fighting over an actor, no. i’ll fight you over anything you want if that’s what you wish but i will not lose my time fighting over a little crush i have on an american actor, no” jake laughs, you stared at him in annoyance as he comes closer to you. “little crush? are you for fucking real?” he questions you but you tried to keep your temper, simply nodding at his words. “ain’t nothing little about the whole fucking play you put up when he comes up on screen. just look at your fucking self, you’re dripping over him!”, “and you’re gonna tell me you don’t do the same for the girls you see when you hang out with the guys? that y’all don’t simp over celebrities like that? that you’re all innocent and pure? give me a fucking break, jake. yes, i have a big, fat, gigantic, enormous crush on that dude, so fucking what?” you rose your voice too, facing him with not a drop of fear in your eyes, jake chuckled at it all, laughing it off as if it was nothing for him. “i would get it if i were doing it with a local guy, or someone i might have a chance with, but him?” you point at the screen, paused exactly on a take of the man’s face. “he’s way out of my league. why the fuck would you get mad about someone like that?” jake scoffed and turned his back on you. “that’s the fucking thing, he may be out of your league because you’re on the other fucking side of the world but just imagine if you were to meet him, the guy would totally fuck you” his comment made you burst in absolute, pure laughter. was he for real?

did he even heard what he just said?

“are you for real, jake? have you literally thought about me fucking the man? me meeting him randomly and end up in his bed?” now he was too ashamed to admit it, but yes, jake always thought about shit like that when he felt jealous and vulnerable. “okay! i got wet for him and i’m sorry. i cannot control my body’s choices, i think he’s hot, end of story. have i imagined fucking him? no! jake, i literally refuse to continue arguing about this. the dude must be fucking some random chick out there and you’re telling me if he meets me he’d fuck me?” you laughed, belly laughed. the whole situation was ridiculous and you couldn’t keep up with it any longer, you’d never thought his jealousy would get to such point. “i’m going to finish the episode and go to bed, i’m pissed at you. i don’t want to see you here” and oh, you meant it and he totally knew it. he left the living room to smack the bedroom door behind him, sitting in bed with his head between his hands, annoyed.

even if he showed himself as an amazingly confident individual, jake was in reality a very self conscious person. he knew you were beautiful, confirmed it whenever you two were outside and every other man stared at you in awe, even his own friends were sometimes caught eyeing you from time to time. jake loved you deeply and feared you leaving him for another guy, in this case he felt stupid, because it was a fucking actor, but he had a good reason.

for a few days now that his realization of you having a mad crush on this guy, he began to search just a little about him. finding out he was actually now quite a good cook because of his role in the series, he also dressed very nice, worked out in the streets shirtless, had the body almost every man would like to have and of course, he was a bit nice to look at. he understood the hype over him, why girls went insane, why he was the image of male’s underwear; he was self conscious about the whole situation.

he wasn’t such a good cook, he was somewhat useless in the kitchen, but jay? he was a fucking chef, even if it was just some scrambled eggs, jay seemed to make it taste absolutely delightful.

he didn’t had a definitive style, dressed in the clothes he found first in the closet, but heeseung? he dressed amazing. everyone always complementing his outfit choices and how they fit him. he made it all seem stylish and trendy.

he didn’t had a very muscular, toned body, but niki? the guy had a whole six pack and toned arms. every girl went crazy whenever niki were to wear a tank top. he was in an amazing shape at such young age.

if you liked that actor so, so bad because of his looks and manners. what did he have? it seemed that everyone around him had a shared quality with the guy, but jake? he had nothing. he felt useless whenever you’re crushing a little bit too hard on him, that’s the main reason of why he couldn’t stand it. it drove him insane just thinking about you leaving him for someone who shared qualities with the actor. was he hallucinating?

“are you more relaxed now, jake?” you ask, entering the room. he doesn’t answer, just looks at you already in your silk pijamas and bare face. “just answer me something. i promise i won’t get mad at your answer, i swear” you sigh, agreeing on the question. “if you had the opportunity, if you had him naked on the bed, at your complete mercy… would you fuck him?” you rolled your eyes, ready to ignore him but he didn’t let you. “answer me. would you or would you not fuck him?” turning your back on him, you sorta imagined the situation and bit your lip at the thought of it, immediately feeling bad for thinking about it: that was sorta new. “yes” you limited yourself to say. “then i’ll make sure you never think about fucking any other man besides me” his voice came out as a whisper as he got dangerously close to you. suddenly, you got nervous. you hate to admit it but you two hadn’t been intimate in an embarrassing long while, you didn’t even knew why. living in the same place, never too busy with anything, always together, hearing him jerk off in the bathroom from time to time and most importantly, him hearing you repeat the actor’s calvin klein ad over and over, endlessly. you two were touch starved.

jake went for your lips as if we’re talking about a predator, his hands fell from your neck to your waist, attaching pelvises together. you could feel his bulge, growing harder and groaning at the touch. “why are you so obsessed with this topic?” you ask in between kisses, he tilted his head not separating mouths and smirked. “how do you expect me to be? happy? happy seeing my girlfriend hide small moans whilst seeing another guy on screen?” his words shut you up. you’d never win a battle with jealous jake, you had to understand that. he was too stubborn when he got jealous, he was just too much.

your hands reached for his neck to deepen the kiss and he bailed down to your reaction, his lips aggressively smacking into yours as if it was his last wish. soon enough he unbuttoned your jeans and you helped him getting them off to then do the same to him, proceeding to undress each other wildly. “you’re so fucking stupid creaming your pants over a guy on tv” he mocked, you bit his bottom lip in anger and he laughs. “it’s ridiculous, i mean: you are”. again, you two started fighting but this time the difference was that words weren’t said, instead, you fought him with your tongue.

jake moaned at the muscle traveling his neck softly, leaving marks over it as in trying to prove a point. he groaned softly, making your skin shiver at the thought of what would happen next. his hands travelled your body, finding their destination kn your boobs, massaging them over the clothes but just before you could speak, your top had been removed and so was his. one of your biggest meltdowns was seeing your boyfriend shirtless, god, you couldn’t even remember why you two were fighting for seeing his godlike body right there in front of you. the only reaction you seemed to have was kiss his chest, his nipples and abs, jake appreciated that with soft moans that eventually left his mouth. “oh my god, i love it here” you whispered and he could barely smile, simply admiring his view. what he was so desperate about was actually being inside you, but right then you had other plans in mind, pulling both his shorts and boxers down to reveal a very hard, wet and heated shaft in front of you, he didn’t even had to ask, you went straight for it, making your boyfriend abruptly groan and pull your hair up in a pony-tail. “jesus, that’s so right” he whispers as his eyes become watery and they cry small tears of pleasure. you bobbed your head front and back and caressed his length with your tongue, driving him just insane.

for a moment, jake grabbed both your wrists tightly and pushed you to the bed, were your shorts were taken off and his mouth attacked your now very vulnerable pussy. “jake! god!” you let out sorta impressed, your hand reached for his head as he licked every single inch of you and enjoyed your sounds just as much as he enjoyed tongue-fucking you. “stop, stop! don’t wanna cum yet-” you pleaded and he obeyed, you two realized how long had you been without sex and remembered how fun it was, jake specially. his hand reached for the night table and grabbed a condom which he quickly put on and eyed you asking for permission, when you gave it to him he was practically all-in in just a blink. your moans were unbelievable and jake was simply smiling, knowing his plan had perfectly worked. “you’re… fuck you” you said, he laughed and took you harder. his sudden moves were arousing, but when he groped your body and made you stand in front of your mirror was an ending point. his strong arm was hugging your abdomen, while his other hand was pulling your hair harshly and his lips were marking your neck his. “tell me, baby, tell me it’s only me who you wanna fuck” he whispers in your ear connecting his eyes with yours, when you gave him a battle and refused to say it, he simply fucked your harder, making you scream in pleasure and the words flew out of your mouth like nothing. “it’s you, jake! it’s you, it’s only you. i only wanna feel you inside of me!” he smirked while taking you just rougher and you shut up when he hit a certain spot, making your legs weak and your voice go. just a few seconds after feeling you groping his cock, he came inside of you while kissing your back softly. he then proceeded to lay his head just there for a few moments and wait for both your breathings to calm down, when he pulled himself out the only thing the bedroom could hear was a loud synchronized moan from both of you. “i wanna make sure it’s only me”.

“it’s only you. i don’t want anyone else doing to me what you just did; you’re the only one” you said, giving him a small kiss on his lips before disappearing to the bathroom.

once you came back you saw him already asleep with his boxers on, you smiled and kissed him goodnight to proceed and copy his actions.

in the morning, when you were getting ready, jake woke up and reached for your phone to check the hour. the only thing he could do was smile hugely as he saw a picture of you two as your lockscreen, and not the new-yorker, he was then satisfied.