JAKE For W Korea (April, 2024)

JAKE for W Korea (April, 2024)

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.

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p.sunghoon nsfw drabble

warnings : switch!sunghoon, biting, marking.

sunghoon loves biting you as he fucks you. he'll bite anywhere he can get, your thighs, stomach, shoulders, neck, anywhere. he loves seeing the little fang indents in your skin, he feels like a vampire. except he doesn't bite hard enough to draw blood, just enough to mark you up.

more on the marking; he loves small, subtle hickies. just in places that are mostly hidden. if you have longer hair, he'll suck on your neck and create a light, small bruise. he really enjoys creating hickies on your chest. he adores hickies on his chest aswell. he feels as if your bodies are canvases that allow decoration, he's the davinci to your leonardo.

sunghoon is big on praise. he's complimenting you inside and outside of the bedroom. he's not just big on praise however, he wants to worship you. he wants to show his devotion and appreciation to you. he'll kiss every part of your body, kneel at your feet and take in your appearance; appreciate the fact that you're allowing him to do the things he does.

when there's a mirror nearby, he'll fuck you and face the mirror. especially if the two of you are in doggystyle and he can make you look at him and you. he wants you to truly know how pretty you are, how gorgeous you are through his eyes.

however, how sunghoon worships you? he would really appreciate if you did nearly the same as he did. maybe get on your knees and suck his cock, compliment him as you kiss and lick at the tip. praise, worship, either works in his book. when he's subbing he needs to know how good he is for you, how good he makes you feel. he wants to be called pretty, handsome, cute, anything you can think of.

when he subs, he gets whiny. begging for you to touch him, kiss him, bite him. he just wants you and he wants you fully. he wants you to know his body like the back of your hand, and he'll do the same to you. he will get to know each and every sweet spot in your body and memorize it. he will have these things stored in his head like files, or his favorite song lyrics.

since he's a dancer and figure skater, he's good with his hips- with his body in general. it takes a lot of work & effort to be good at these things, so he has full control of his body. he'll rock his hips in the perfect way, filling you up, making you shake and quiver. he adores seeing the reactions you make, listening to your every noise. he'll follow the hitch of your breath, the quiet whimpers, the pornographic moans as a sign that he's doing well and that he should keep going.

sunghoon listens very well, but he is also good with words. he knows exactly what to say to keep you cumming and begging for more. he'll get real close to your ear- whether that means his nose touching the back of your neck, so you can feel every word, or whispering as he kisses down your body. he wants you to hear each word clearly and he will make it a mantra.

"i love you, you're doing so well. you look so pretty, and you're all mine."

sunghoon doesn't really fuck, he mostly makes love. he wants you to feel his every emotion when the two of you have sex. he'll kiss you so much that the feeling of his lips against yours are all you can think about once you've came so many times that you can't think anymore.

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he’s actually insane i think

wrong number

𓇼 pairing : roommate's best friend!jake x reader

𓇼 summary : a mistaken text might not always be a bad mistake.

𓇼 genre : smut, angst. sexting, nudes, lots of talk ab being stretched out, degrading, slight spanking ;)

𓇼 wc : 12.3k!

𓇼 taglist : @jaehoonii @ikeuverse @soobinsnovia101 @river-demon-slayer @criminalyun @idkmaybeimgay @flowerlvrs-blog @miszes @koralira-kira  @dreamiestay @vevelu @niniissus @i2sunric @belovedsthings @yeonzzzn  @littlefluu @breadlover01 @kookify @j3nnypng @crpasta @isabellah29 @starggukies @fakeuwus @yongbokified @jjakeylattee @shiningnono @lilifiedeans @simpjay @kirinaa08 @hoonneyyzz @hwanchaesong @cupidscourt @luvsweet78 @jayshadoww @cha0thicpisces @eloelooo

mdni

your roommate, sunghoon, had just said goodnight to you as you both headed off to your separate bedrooms for the night. there had been a long awaited movie night for the both of you and somehow both of you had managed to stay up so late, that both of you were going to be exhausted for university tomorrow. 

as soon as your head touches your pillow and your blanket pulls up to your chin, your phone vibrates from your nightstand. you sigh, wanting to ignore the notification, but the curiosity of who was texting you after midnight intrigued you so much that you just had to reach over and look. 

unknown : [image.jpg] [12:46]

instantly your jaw drops as you realize what the image was. this was the last thing you had expected from an unknown number. 

in the picture, was obviously a man’s hand covering his apparent large bulge in his black boxers. you could see the tan skin of his defined abs in the light glow of the room he was in. the picture showed up to his neck, his face being cut off. you wondered briefly if his face would have distracted you more than his bulge. 

unknown : [i told you i was good at taking pics, vera ;)] [12:47]

vera? you had no idea who vera was but you were definitely not her and this picture was definitely not for you. after debating on what to do about this mistaken text, another one rolled in. 

unknown : [what? cat got your tongue now?] [12:50]

you sigh but decide to answer, your thumbs moving briskly across the keyboard of your phone. sleep completely leaving your mind now as your eyes keep glancing up at the stranger’s picture. 

you : [hey, uh, this isn’t vera? so sorry] [12:50]

it only took a second after pressing send for the stranger’s texting bubble to pop up, indicating that he was typing. your nervously sat up in bed, brushing your hair out of your face. 

unknown : [oh my god i’m so sorry] [12:50] unknown : [my idiot friend gave me this number saying it was this girl vera im so sorry] [12:51]

you chuckle to yourself at his texts, feeling his obvious stress through the screen. his excessive apologies were relaxing you, knowing this wouldn’t have to be more awkward than it was. until, 

unknown : [but you must’ve thought i was good at taking pics too, i mean you stared at the pic for so long ;) ] [12:52]

you had no idea who this was but he was so cocky. but he was so right. you couldn’t take your eyes off of his picture for more than a minute. the angle it was taken at teased you to want to see more of his body. it felt wrong since the picture was obviously not meant for you. but how could you not look at a picture that made him look this good. still, you cursed yourself for having read receipts on. 

you : [i wasn’t looking at it] [12:53] you : [but it’s definitely the most interesting wrong number i’ve ever gotten ] [12:53] unknown : [oh really? how many wrong numbers do you get?] [12:54] you : [not many, but def not ones with ab pics] [12:54] unknown : [with hot ab pics?? ;)] [12:55]

your jaw drops again. how many wink faces will he send? but you sigh, because you know he’s right. 

you : [fine, not many with hot ab pics] [12:56] unknown : [glad i could be your first ;)] [12:57] unknown : [sorry i guess i’m pretty… self assured?] [12:57]

you roll your eyes at him now. this guy was definitely something else. how could he not be so embarrassed that he sent such an intimate picture to not only the wrong person, but a complete stranger at that. 

you : [i think i would use the word cocky instead] [12:58] unknown : [heyy be nice, you got that hot pic for free!] [12:58] you : [yeah well thanks a lot, now i can’t sleep] [12:59] you : [i’m wide awake bc of you] [12:59] unknown : [you’re welcome!] [1:01] unknown : [i couldn’t leave a pretty girl like you being tired!] [1:01]

you scoff at his text, but it was true. you didn’t think you could lay back down and fall asleep with this much adrenaline running through you. you were curious about this boy. he seemed to be so different compared to you. you couldn’t guess what his next text or reaction would be. you were intrigued and had nothing else to do at 1am, so you texted him again. 

you : [how do you know if i’m pretty or not??] [1:03] unknown : [i’ve got a good feeling ;)] [1:04] you : [yeah? what else does your good feeling tell you about me?] [1:04]

you realized your text could have sounded a bit flirty. maybe a bit cringey, but you figured if this stranger could be so indifferent and flirtatious then why couldn’t you?

unknown : [that you’re into dirty, nasty things] [1:06] unknown : [like riding a guys’ abs, getting yourself off] [1:06]

you felt your eyes bulge out of your head as you read his texts. your mouth felt dry as you realize he was right. you couldn’t stop staring at his pic. the way the abs were so defined just in a picture you couldn’t imagine what they looked like up close. 

you : [were you planning to get vera to do that with you?] [1:08] unknown : [nah] [1:08] unknown : [just with you] [1:08]

you have to reach over to your bedside table to get some water. you gulp it down as you keep your eyes on his texts. reading them over and over, not believing they were real. 

unknown : [would you want that?] [1:09]

you hesitantly type back. 

you : [maybe] [1:10] you : [but i usually only fuck guys with big cocks] [1:10]

you felt like you had to lower his ego somehow with the way he has been so cocky (self assured) over these texts. you could tell from the bulge in his accidental picture that he wasn’t lacking in the size department. but letting him think that it was, would justify your need to decrease his ego. 

unknown : [you don’t think i could fill you? haha] [1:11] unknown : [i would stretch you out so good] [1:12]

you would be lying if you said his texts weren’t turning you on. because truth be told, you hadn’t had sex in a while. you had gone on dates, went to parties, tried to talk to your mutual friends but no one ever seemed worth your while. 

except for this complete stranger that accidentally texted you. 

you : [hmm maybe you’ll get to show me some day] [1:13] unknown : [oh i definitely will ;)] [1:13]

after another minute another text comes through. 

unknown : [since you have a pic of me to drool over] [1:14] unknown : [how about you send me a pic? ;)] [1:14]

you instantly knew that you would not be sending this guy a picture tonight– maybe even never. you liked flirting with him. and you definitely liked his picture. but no way in hell would he be seeing you tonight. 

you : [hahaha] [1:15] you : [goodnight :)] [1:15] unknown : [goodnight] [1:16]

with that, you slid your phone onto your bedside table again and laid back down in bed. you thought of his texts and his forwardness and how it was something that you almost admired in a way. you thought that maybe it wouldn’t have been the worst idea to send him a teasing picture. you might not ever meet the guy or know who he is. but before you could think more of him and his texts, sleep crept onto you finally.

the next day, you had practically forgotten all about the flirty stranger from the night before. 

you ended up being late to class since you had slept in from staying up late the night before. which meant that you had forgotten your textbooks on your kitchen table at home. which meant each class of yours was messed up since you didn’t have your books.

you were completely frazzled the whole day, seemingly never being able to catch a break. 

you felt mentally and physically exhausted when you finally got to lay down for bed that night. you were ready for sleep when the same event happened. your phone vibrated from a notification on your bedside table. 

you sighed and reached over, not lifting your head from your pillow as you did so. and there on your phone’s screen, is another text from the unknown number.

unknown : [i can’t stop thinking about you and this convo] [10:36]

you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. the sleep that once consumed you was leaving your body once again due to this stranger’s text. you thought for a second, and then texted back. 

you : [what exactly have you been thinking about?] [10:38]

he was quick with his reply, no hesitation to your question. 

unknown : [what your voice sounds like] [10:38] unknown : [what it sounds like when you whisper my name] [10:38]

you : [what would i be whispering to you?] [10:40]

unknown : [all the things you’d let me do to you] [10:41] unknown : [i’ve been thinking about how much i wanna kiss you and touch you] [10:41] unknown : [make you feel good] [10:41]

after the day you had, you thought maybe this would be a good ending to it. you could feel yourself get more aroused by each of his texts coming through. 

you : [hmm] [10:42] you : [and what if i told you i’ve been thinking the same things] [10:42]

unknown : [then we definitely have to do something about it] [10:43] unknown : [sooner, rather than later] [10:43]

you : [and what exactly did you have in mind?] [10:44]

you tapped your fingers on your phone as you waited for his reply. you were getting anxious for some reason as you waited for his text longer than usual. you had wondered if he had fallen asleep or had completely forgotten about you and this convo. 

unknown : [image.jpg] [10:50]

you pressed the picture notification faster than you’d ever admit to anyone. you weren’t disappointed at the picture to say the least. 

it was a downview angle, portraying his abdomen and legs laying in bed. he was wearing nothing but a set of light gray boxers. his bulge was so very evident in the picture that it made your thighs tighten together. 

unknown : [i think it’s only fair for you to send me a pic now ;)] [10:51]

you bit your lip as you read his second message. knowing that he was right. it would be only fair at this point. 

you thought for moment of what to send him. you sat up and took your shirt off, leaving you in only your bralette. you slid your thumb to the camera on your phone and held it up. making sure to leave your face out of it, you took a picture of your breasts pushed together in your pretty bralette. 

thinking that you couldn’t do any better you sent it. and you waited for his answer which came surprisingly quick. 

unknown : [holy shit] [10:55] unknown : [you’re so hot] [10:55] unknown : [i’m actually so hard right now] [10:56]

you : [i’m so wet right now] [10:56]

you weren’t lying, you could feel your panties start to drip at the situation you were in. his texts and pictures made it easy for your panties to start to get soaked. you haven’t had any action lately, which made it even easier for you to get so wet. 

unknown : [god i bet you are] [10:56] unknown : [i wish i was there right now] [10:57] unknown : [are you touching yourself?] [10:57]

you : [yes] [10:58] you : [with my fingers] [10:58]

unknown : [let me see] [10:59]

this time, you moved with a little less hesitance. you sent a picture of your body laying down on your bed. your fingers covered by your panties as they circled your clit. he could see exactly how you were touching yourself now. 

unknown : [fuck me] [11:02] unknown : [your body’s perfect] [11:02] unknown : [image.jpg] [11:03]

you pressed the image he sent quickly. his hand was wrapped around the base of his cock as the camera pointed down at it. you could see it unveiled for the first time. it was definitely better than you would’ve ever thought. it was long, and veiny and the tip was pink and leaking precum. 

when you clicked out of the photo, he had already continued texting you. 

unknown : [it’s a shame that i’m not there with you rn] [11:03] unknown : [your thighs look so soft and warm i wish i was between them] [11:04] unknown : [i’d kill to have my tongue between your thighs] [11:04]

you tried to think of what his face would have looked like with his body and cock looking so delicious. you figured his face would have to compare to them. 

you : [i want it so bad] [11:05] you : [i want your tongue and your cock and you] [11:05] you : [i need it] [11:06]

unknown : [god i can tell how naughty you are] [11:06] unknown : [i know you like it rough] [11:06] unknown : [you wanna be pounded into the mattress] [11:07]

you continued to massage your clit in quick, small circles as you watched him type out everything you thought of. everything that turned you on, he seemed to know. 

unknown : [i have a feeling you like to be choked] [11:08] unknown : [do you want me to do that to you?] [11:08] unknown : [choke you while i fuck deep inside of you?] [11:08]

you : [god i’d love that] [11:09] you : [i wanna feel you deep inside of me] [11:09] you : [i’d take it like a good girl] [11:10]

you decided to record a video of yourself to send it to him this time. you knew he’d continue texting you as you swiped to the camera app again. you record yourself, thinking completely and only of him, even though you don’t know what he looks like or his name. 

you focus the camera on your hand in your panties. the microphone picks up on your heavy breaths and whines and the wet sounds your pussy makes as you continue your movements. 

“please sir, i want your cock deep inside of me. i know you’d stretch me out so fucking good!” you moaned loudly for him, your fingers not stopping as you stopped recording and sent it to him. 

as he watched your video, you looked back on the texts he had sent you. 

unknown : [yeah you’d be such a good girl for me right?] [11:11] unknown : [i’d have to slide my fingers into your first i bet] [11:12] unknown : [so you’d be able to take my cock] [11:12]

you : [video.mp4] [11:13]

unknown : [sir?!?!] [11:15] unknown : [god your voice is so hot] [11:15] unknown : [you’re such a dirty girl] [11:16] unknown : [you even sound so wet and creamy fuck] [11:16]

you almost laugh at his texts as you start to slide your fingers into your pussy. your middle and ring fingers easily find your g spot everytime you push them back into your core. you try to image they are this stranger, pleasuring you. 

before you could answer him, he sent a video of his own. you instantly pressed it, wanting to see him, to hear him, so bad. 

it was a video of his hand wrapped around his cock. you could see his cock glistening in the flash on his camera from his precum and most likely his spit. his hand was moving up and down his cock at a decent pace. a grunt left his mouth when his hand glided over his tip. 

you thought the video was over, but then he spoke. 

“you’re making it so hard for me to not cum. i could cum any second, but i want to hear you cum first. i wanna see it. i wanna see your- fuck, fingers soaked with your juices.” 

you replayed the video once more, needing to hear his low voice grunt out each word as he continued to pleasure himself to the things you had sent him. 

you : [you’re so fucking hot] [11:20] you : [i’m so close to cumming] [11:20] you : [i’ll cum whenever you want, sir] [11:20]

unknown : [keep pleasuring yourself baby] [11:21] unknown : [do you have your fingers deep inside of you??] [11:21] unknown : [you know they won’t stretch you as much as my cock can] [11:22]

you could tell by the pictures and his video that he was definitely telling the truth. the stretch that his cock could do had your fingers moving faster, your palm rubbing against your clit as you pushed your fingers in and out of you. 

unknown : [you’re so nasty i bet you’d like to be choked] [11:23] unknown : [my one hand on your throat] [11:23] unknown : [and my other one would be rubbing your clit] [11:23] unknown : [as i fuck you] [11:24]

you : [fuck] [11:24] you : [that’s all i want sir] [11:25] you : [can i cum for you?] [11:25] you : [please sir] [11:25]

unknown : [fuck, you cum baby] [11:25] unknown : [let sir see you cum] [11:26]

not a second later, you’re recording yourself again. making sure to get a good shot of your fingers entering and leaving your pussy. making sure he can see just how wet he has gotten you. you can’t help but whine and moan as your hips buck against your fingers. 

you’re so desperate for an orgasm. you’ve been so deprived of anything recently that you knew from the start it wouldn’t take long or much to get you to cum. but this man, this stranger, seems to know exactly what to do to get you to cry and shake and moan. 

“fuck, sir!” you cry out to him. your hips bucking against your fingers more at the thought of him watching this. at the thought of him touching you, choking you, slapping your clit, his cock stretching you so fucking good. “i’m cumming! fuck i’m cumming just for you!” 

you let your camera record your entire orgasm, pressing stop with your body still shaking and your chest heaving to catch your breath. you watch as the recording sends to him. 

it takes a minute for him to respond. your eyes becoming sleepy but your heart racing at the same time with anticipation. 

unknown : [omg] [11:30] unknown : [fuck im so close] [11:30] unknown : [fuck you’re so hot] [11:30]

you : [please cum for me sir] [11:31] you : [i wanna see it so bad] [11:31] you : [i wanna see your cum drip all over you into a little mess] [11:31]

another minute passes before you get a response and you don’t hesitate to press play. 

unknown : [video.mp4] [11:33]

the video has him jerking his cock faster than he was in the previous video. his grunting has turned into moans that are almost whiney. he’s hissing and cursing under his breath as his camera shakes. his hips are practically fucking into his hand. 

you were drooling at his video. 

“fuck you’re such a dirty slut.” he grunts out, his voice like honey despite the situation. “i- i’m so close. i wish you were here to lick up my cum.” his admission makes you wish you could lick it up. you wondered if it would taste sweet on your tongue. you feel like you’d do anything to pleasure him now, without even knowing what his face looks like. 

“fuck baby, i’m cumming.” he grunts out, his throat getting tighter as his cum spurts out of the red tip, landing on his sheets, his thighs and fingers. he curses some more as his hand comes to a halt on his cock. he moves his phone in for you to get a closer look at his mess. his breaths heavy in the microphone. “this is all for you baby.” he says finally before the recording unfortunately ends. 

you wanna watch it again but he’s already texting you again. 

unknown : [that was so good] [11:34] unknown : [i haven’t came that hard in so long] [11:35] unknown : [you’re so hot] [11:35]

you : [that was really good] [11:36]

you catch yourself smiling at your phone. between your thighs still a mess as you lay on your bed. you feel relieved in a way. you’ve been so pent up for so long that you really needed this and you didn’t even know. 

unknown : [so] [11:37] unknown : [since you made me cum so hard] [11:37] unknown : [will i get to know your name?] [11:37]

you bite your lip as you read his question. you figure that he was right, you both had seen and heard such intimate parts of one another. he had made you cum so hard, too. 

you : [y/n] [11:38]

instantly he replies. 

and his replies make your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. 

unknown : [holy shit y/n?] [11:38] unknown : [its jake] [11:39]

you sit up in your bed, your hand gripping onto your phone tight with sudden nervousness as you take in his messages. your other hand holds your loose hair out of your face as you try to take in all the information. your brain trying to process it all. 

unknown : [holy shit] [11:39] unknown : [fucking dumbass sunghoon gave me the wrong number] [11:39] unknown : [holy shit] [11:40]

you’re reading his messages as they come through but you can’t stop yourself from hyperventilating in your bedroom that is right next door to sunghoon’s. 

the supposed stranger that you had just sexted. that had heard your moans and see your body shake from pleasure. that you had imagined their cock inside of you. was your roommates best friend. 

your roommates best friend that you were strictly told to absolutely, under no circumstances, to get involved with in any way besides friends. 

though you weren’t even sure if you and jake were friends to begin with. 

sure, you had hung out a few times when sunghoon or other mutual friends were present. you had gone to the same parties. you had said hello in your hallway before he left with sunghoon to go somewhere else. you had heard a few of his drunk stories. 

and there was that one time you had made out in his kitchen. 

you swear you had only made out for two minutes before sunghoon called jake’s name, causing both of you to pull apart before sunghoon could catch you. thankfully, sunghoon was so drunk that he didn’t sense the awkward shock that was between you two when he walked in the kitchen. 

though, those two minutes were something you thought about often, though you would never admit that to anyone. 

it was lustful and passionate and you knew you shouldn’t be doing it. you have no idea how it started, but you know it was amazing. his plush lips on your own as you let his tongue enter your mouth. you didn’t fight for dominance, letting him take over so easily. his hands roamed your body and rested on your ass, pulling you closer to him. your arms wrapped around his neck so naturally, keeping his face against yours. 

sometimes, you let yourself think about what might have happened if sunghoon hadn’t walked in. would he have taken you to his room? would you have let him? or would you have both come to your senses at some point and realize that you definitely shouldn’t have been doing that? 

you and jake had met sunghoon separately at different parts in sunghoon’s life. jake had grown up with sunghoon in their small town. while you had met sunghoon during your freshman year at university. sunghoon and you had the great idea of moving in with each other since you got along so well. he was basically your best friend. you told him everything (except for you making out with jake), he had seen you cry, he had seen you blackout drunk and he really cared about you. 

when jake started going to your university a during sophomore year, sunghoon had told you to not get involved with jake with anything more than friends. he cared about both of you equally.

you understood where he was coming from, both of his best friends dating could potentially be a disaster for him if things went wrong. he would become the middleman, and could lose both of his friends. it’s just an uncomfortable position. 

so, you knew that you could not have any feelings for jake at all before you even met him. but that was so hard since he was so attractive (and now because you knew what he sounded like when he orgasms). 

after trying to piece at least some of it together you glance back at your phone. 

unknown : [are you still there?] [11:44] unknown : [i swear i didn’t know it was you y/n] [11:44] unknown : [but you are really so hot] [11:44]

you suddenly felt like crying. you feel like you had betrayed sunghoon and his trust. but you feel like you were betraying yourself by not allowing yourself to do what you want. which you want to allow yourself to give in to jake. 

you never knew your exact feelings for jake since you always told yourself it was forbidden. but now that you’ve explored it, you know you want- need more. 

you feel like ripping your hair out. but you decide to do what is right. 

you : [night jake ] [11:45]

jake : [night y/n :( ] [11:46]

you decide to not think about what the sad face meant in his text and turn off your phone completely, putting it in it’s spot on your bedside table and rolling over for the night. you want to scream into your pillow, but you don’t. you force yourself to go to sleep, just like you force yourself to ignore anything you feel or think about jake. 

you’re doing what’s right. for the sake of your friendship with sunghoon, who was asleep just meters away from you. you could hear his snoring through the wall.

you go to bed early friday night. 

you decline sunghoon’s offer for another movie night. you practically crawl into bed, shutting your phone off completely before falling asleep, finally escaping the thoughts of jake and your betrayal to sunghoon. 

you manage to stay in bed all of saturday. you haven’t been able to face sunghoon since you apparently sexted jake a few days ago. you knew jake would not tell sunghoon about your texts, but that didn’t exactly clean your moral code. you felt wrong for lying to sunghoon while sleeping under the same roof with him. 

it’s late into the afternoon when there’s a quick, faint knock on your bedroom door. you mumble into your pillow for him to come in, knowing it was sunghoon. 

when he pushes the door open his hair is wet over his forehead and he has a towel wrapped around his slim waist. a sight that you were used to. 

“hey,” sunghoon smiles at you with a concerned expression on his face from the doorway, “you feeling alright? you’ve been in bed all day.” 

you wanna tell him that that’s the point but instead you say, “yeah i’m fine, just tired.” 

sunghoon nods and then leans on the door frame with his muscular arms crossed over his bare chest, water droplets trailing down his skin from his shower, “well we’re going to a party tonight, i wanted to see if you wanted to come.” 

you want to groan at the thought of being a party, especially at a party that jake would certainly be at, but instead you shake your head at your roommate, “nah i’m okay, i just wanna get some rest tonight, hoon.” 

sunghoon pouts at you, “aw, okay.” 

“i’m sorry, you know you’ll have fun whether i’m there or not.” 

he shrugs, “yeah, jake and sunoo will be there, too, so.” 

you smile at him, noting that you were right that jake would be at the party. he’s always at a party and he’s always with sunghoon. 

“okay, have fun, hoon.” 

“have a good rest, y/n.” 

sunghoon teasingly waves his fingers at you as he closes the door again, leaving you alone in your dark bedroom. you cover your face with your hands as you let out a groan. you hate the feeling of hiding something from someone. and this was exactly that. 

what are you supposed to do in this situation? lie to your best friend and not tell him about sexting his best friend? or tell him that you betrayed his trust? 

you roll over and go back to sleep, the darkness in your room and the tireless thoughts racing in your mind make it easy. 

you wake up again a few hours later to laughter coming from outside your bedroom, probably from your living room. you search for your phone and notice that it’s the time that sunghoon usually leaves at when he goes to parties. 

instead of only hearing sunghoon, you hear another person as well. you can tell by the two distinct voices talking back and forth, the multiple footsteps walking around your apartment. you briefly wonder who it is and stand up to go look. 

your hand wraps around the doorknob when you still, your body tensing when you hear the all too familiar voice that you were supposed to be avoiding and pretending never existed. 

“what’s taking so long, i wanna leave!” jake’s voice whines out, obviously annoyed with how slow sunghoon gets ready. 

“ok! ok! i’m coming, let’s go.” sunghoon’s voice replies, sounding like he’s walking right past your room and into the living room on the other side of your door. 

“and, uh, why isn’t y/n coming?” you hear jake ask. your name coming out of his mouth makes your heart pick up its pace. 

it takes a second for sunghoon respond, probably busy putting his shoes on, “i don’t think she’s feeling well, she seemed pretty tired when i talked to her earlier.” 

you don’t hear jake reply to sunghoon’s explanation about your absence. just some more shuffling and murmuring and then the front door to your apartment closing and locking after they leave. it’s then that you can let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. your palm sweaty as you finally let go of the doorknob. 

you feel so confused and alone. you have no one to talk to about this problem since the problem includes your best friend– your best friend and roommate that you tell everything to. every problem you have, you go straight to him. 

you know you couldn’t possibly keep avoiding hanging out with sunghoon, not going out and pretending jake doesn’t exist. sunghoon would catch on too quick. he knows you too well. he’s probably already suspicious as to why you didn’t want to go out tonight. 

you sigh as you try to sort out your brain. but since the apartment was now officially empty for at least a few hours, you could leave your isolated bedroom to at least get a drink of water.

you are halfway through your third episode of Gossip Girl when your phone vibrates in its usual spot on your bedside table. without tearing your eyes away from chuck brushing blair’s hair behind her ear, his lips leaning close to hers, you grab your phone. 

you glance down at it, expecting it to be an insignificant notification, but you jolt when you read the name “jake”. you’re slamming your laptop shut in an instant, pausing it when blair is about to cuss chuck out for kissing her. your entire focus is on this message now. 

jake : [hey] [12:07] jake : [hoon told me u aren’t feeling well??] [12:07] jake : [but i wanted to tell u that i wish u were here] [12:07] jake : [i’d do anything to have ur lips on mine rn] [12:08]

you want to text back and tell him that he shouldn’t be texting you this or texting you at all. that he can’t be thinking of you like this. especially when he’s out drinking with sunghoon right now. you wonder if sunghoon could see jake’s texts right now. 

jake : [can i come over?] [12:09]

your mouth goes dry when you read his text. you contemplated every single con of him coming over right now. leaving the party he’s at with sunghoon, drunk, and coming over to your apartment where there’s tension between you two when there definitely shouldn’t be. 

you : [sure] [12:10]

jake : [i’ll be there in 10] [12:11]

you had ten minutes to clean up your room that you had rotted in all day, to brush your hair and put on a clean shirt. you didn’t know what jake wanted to come over for, but you assumed it wouldn’t do you any good with fixing the betrayal you had done to sunghoon. if anything, letting jake inside this apartment right now would only make things worse for you and your roommate. 

but sure enough, ten minutes later, you let jake inside your apartment after he softly knocked on the door. 

he’s wearing a black shirt that clings to torso and dark jeans that fit him well. his hair is tousled, as if he ran his fingers through it a few times during the night. he smells like his familiar cologne mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, instantly reminding you of the party he came from. 

“i’m sorry if i woke you,” jake speaks first as you close the door behind him. 

“it’s fine,” your voice comes out quiet and shaky and both of you pick up on how anxious and reserved you’re being. so different from your usual self. you clear your throat, “was the party not fun enough for you?” 

jake scoffs as he leans against the back of the couch, so confidently, as he looks at you practically folded into yourself, “it was fine. i just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

you shake your heads thim, “jake, we can’t do this. sunghoon would be really upset.” 

jake moves closer to you, his scent getting stronger. his voice is soft but intense when he speaks, “sunghoon isn't here right now. it’s just us.” he looks around the apartment to prove a point, “and i want you y/n. i want you so bad.” 

you take a step back, your back hitting the closed apartment door, your heart is racing as you look up at him. “he’s our best friend, jake. this,” you gesture between your bodies, “could really mess things up with our friendship with him.” 

jake steps forward again, closer to you. he slowly, almost hesitantly, reaches out and gently cups your face, almost scared you’re gonna disappear on him. it’s the first time jake and you have touched since you’ve made out so many months ago. “i know, but i can’t stop thinking about you,” his voice gets deeper, “ever since i’ve heard the way you moan and beg for more, i need you.” you gasp quietly at his words, your eyes not being able to leave him as he finishes, “don’t you feel the same?”

your resolve weakens as you look at his puppy-like features, “jake, i do. you know i do. but it’s complicated.”

“it doesn’t have to be. just one night. let’s see where this goes. we can figure out the rest later.” jake tsks at you, his whole body pressing against yours now, pinning you against the door. when you don’t (can’t) answer, jake smiles, his lips brush against your ear, “let me show you how good i can make you feel, baby.”

you close your eyes, feeling the pull of desire overpowering you, “jake… i…” 

jake starts kissing your neck softly, whispering into your skin, “just say yes y/n. i’ve been thinking about this all week. all i want is you. i wanna know how you taste.” 

you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips, your arms wrapping around his neck, “please.” 

you feel jake smile against your skin. he’s lifting you up and carrying you out of the living room in a second. your squeal of shock and excitement fill your shared apartment. 

jake puts you down onto your bed. his lips meet yours with fast passion. they’re moving against yours with need. you can slightly taste the alcohol on his breath mixed with a mint flavour. both of you can tell that you’ve been wanting this forever. 

“can i take this off?” jake asks you, his fingers pulling on the bottom hem of your tank top. you nod in response, lifting your back off the mattress for him to pull it off completely. it leaves your chest exposed to him, his eyes widening as he stares at you. “fuck you’re so perfect.” 

before you can respond jake leans his head down and starts to nip and suck at one of your nipples. his other hand tweaks your other nipple with his fingers, pulling on it gently. he gets both of your nipples erect and hard, the feeling of them having attention makes your stomach tighten with pleasure. 

“are you gonna show me how much of a naughty girl you are, y/n? or were you just being a tease in those texts?” jake asks you, his voice deeper than ever. 

“what i said in the texts were true.” you tell him, your hands staying at your sides. 

“yeah? so you want my tongue, baby? want me to taste your pretty pussy?”

“please, wanna feel your tongue on me so bad.” 

jake presses a soft kiss onto your lower abdomen with a smirk before he starts to undo the string on your shorts and pull them down alongside your panties. you’re completely bare and exposed just for him, while he’s still completely dressed on top of you. 

the tension between you two is unmatchable as jake’s eyes switch from looking at your wet core to your eyes. he lets out a guttural groan as he leans down to press his tongue flat onto your pussy and licks a strip right up. you let out a moan of relief as you finally get to feel him. 

“oh fuck, you taste better than i imagined,” jake groans out before diving back in between your legs. he keeps his hands on your thighs, making your legs stay spread apart for him to pleasure you. his tongue does circles around your clit quickly. he alternates circling your clit with sucking it into his mouth and moving his head side to side. his pace is quick and rough and it’s all that you’ve wanted. “do you know how many times i’ve thought about this?” 

“fuck, probably as much as i have.” you hate how your voice already sounds out of breath. 

jake is licking long stripes up your entire pussy, making sure to get all of it wet, making sure to taste all of it. he groans out against your clit at your answer. 

“i’ve wanted my tongue on you since before i even met you– since sunghoon showed me a picture of you.” jake confesses, you aren’t sure if he’d tell you this if he wasn’t intoxicated, but you don’t regret hearing it. “and then it turns out i got to see your dirty pictures, got to read your dirty texts.” 

you moan out, you throw your head back as he continues to lick and suck in between his sentences. he’s really making such a mess in between your legs. his salvia mixed with your juices and spreading it all over. 

“you don’t know how many times i’ve looked at the pictures you sent me, y/n. they get me so hard so quick.” jake moves his tongue around and around your clit, hard and fast. 

“oh fuck, that feels so good, sir.” 

jake groans out at the name, his eyes closing as he continues to eat you out. he’s practically making out with your core at this point. he’s moaning into your pussy, his tongue and lips are sucking and swirling everywhere. his chin and lips are shining with your juices and his saliva. he almost looks beautiful. 

you reach down and let your hand tangle in his hair, pulling his face even closer to you, wanting and need more. 

“do you like the way i taste, sir?” 

“fuck, i love the way you taste. wish i could taste you forever.” jake moves his head up and down as he drags his tongue all over you. your inner thighs feel drenched, you’re sure there’s a wet spot on your blanket below you. 

jake pulls away for a second, his hand gliding around your thighs and abdomen, “fuck look at this little pussy– so fucking tight. you know you won’t be able to take my cock properly right?” 

you nod down to him, your fingers tweaking your nipples for pleasure, “fuck i know, sir. i need to be stretched out so bad. need to be stretched out by you.” 

jake bites his lip as he lets out a groan, your words obviously having an effect on him. his fingers pinch your lips together gently, “fuck it’s so small.” he can feel his cock twitch in his pants against your mattress. 

“please sir, i need you in me. i’ve wanted it for so long.” 

“okay, baby, okay.” jake nods and starts to slide his middle finger into you slowly. his finger glides in easily with how wet you are. he moves it out slowly again, warming you up for his big cock. “you tell me when i find your g spot, okay?” 

you nod at him, your fingers continuing to tweak your nipples, pulling on them gently as you watch him concentrate on making you feel good. his finger continues to prod until it hits your g spot, making your thighs spasm for a second. 

“fuck, right there, sir.” 

jake’s finger hits the same spot again, “right there?” 

“mhm,” you nod to him, “right there feels so good.” 

jake then eases another finger in alongside the first one. even the smallest stretch from his fingers makes you cry out. his fingers are so much wider and longer than your own. it’s been so long since you’ve been touched, stretched out, pleasured. 

“fuck! oh my god,”

jake leans down and starts sucking your clit into his mouth. his fingers pick up their pace slowly, making sure to hit your g spot everytime. he keeps one of his hands on your lower abdomen, keeping you from moving your hips too much. 

“i want you to cum for me, baby.” jake speaks into your pussy, his lips massaging you core. 

“i’m so close, sir. i want to cum so bad!” you figure if you weren’t so touch deprived and turned on, the higher pitch and desperation of your voice would humiliate you. but for right now, all you could think about was cumming on jake’s fingers and mouth. 

“give it to me, cum for me, let me see how much of a slut you can be.” jake grunts out to you. 

jake’s fingers start to pump faster and harder into you. the squelching noises of your wet pussy filled the room, mixing with your cries of pleasure and jake’s name. his tongue starts to flick your clit side to side before circling it and repeating. your grip on his hair tightens as your stomach starts to convulse with pleasure. 

“fuck i’m cumming, oh my god!” 

your body stills as waves of pleasure start to wash over you,jake never stopping his movements, wanting you to ride out the pleasure. you gasp and cry as your mind goes numb, the orgasm hitting you harder than ever. 

when the final wave of pleasure finishes, jake pulls away from you. your body is high on adrenaline and pleasure and all you can think about is jake’s cock finally filling you up. 

“fuck that was so hot,” jake stares at you with his mouth agape. 

you laugh breathlessly at him, “thank you?” 

jake leans over your body, pressing his lips to yours. the kiss is different this time. it’s sweet and nice in comparison to how dirty your actions were just seconds before. you can taste your juices on his lips and can feel how wet his chin is from eating you out. it’s so passionate that if your head wasn’t consumed by the thought of his clothed, hard cock rubbing against your bare pussy, that it would’ve scared you. 

“i wanna feel you inside of me,” you pull away from him, your hand cupping his jaw. 

jake bites his plush lip, “god this is like a dream.” 

you push him away, rolling your eyes with a laugh. jake stands, pulling his shirt off of his body first. his tan skin visible to yours eyes, allowing you to scan his upper half. you’ve seen him shirtless before. like last summer when you all went to the beach. of course, you couldn’t have checked out his body as freely as you can now– sunghoon wasn’t here to reprimand you. 

jake bends over to pull off his pants and boxers in one go– his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. it’s so much bigger in person than in the pictures and videos he had sent you. 

you wonder if it would even fit inside of you. if the teasing jake had said about it being too big for you was real instead. 

“are you sure you wanna do this, y/n?” jake’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. his head is tilted to the side as he looks down at you. 

you bite your lip as you nod your head, “i do, i want this. it’s just…” you trail off, not being able to form the words while he’s so concentrated on you. 

jake kneels onto the bed right beside you, your legs touching. “what is it, pretty girl?” jake’s hand brushes your hair behind your ear. 

you sigh, “it’s just, it’s been awhile since… i’ve had sex.” jake smirks instantly at your confession. you groan at his expression and cover your face, “stop!” 

jake laughs as he pulls your hands away, wanting to see the blush on your cheeks, “it’s okay! i’m not making fun of you!” he moves so he’s over top of your laying body. “you’re so cute.” he leans down so your lips meet. it’s a soft kiss, like neither of you are naked and needy right now. 

he pulls away and rests his forehead on your own, looking into your eyes, “do you trust me y/n?”

his chocolate eyes are so pretty and warm like his body on yours that you don’t hesitate to nod, “yeah, i do.” 

“then let me make you feel good, you know i wouldn’t hurt you.” 

you nod again, your lips touching his again, letting him know that this is what you want. 

jake brings his hand up to your mouth, “spit.” 

you do as he says, letting a pool of your spit collect in his hand from your lips. he brings it to his cock, wetting it by mixing your spit with his precum. 

you lay on your back again as jake moves closer to you, spreading your legs. the air on your exposed, wet pussy makes you shiver. he holds onto your legs as he spits down onto your pussy, making you moan out as his actions degrade you. 

while he keeps one hand on your thigh, the other one holds his cock, guiding it to your pussy. he slowly, teasingly, drags his cock up and down your slit, wetting his cock more. you let out a hiss when he glides over your clit. 

“tell me how much you want my cock,” jake tells you, his eyes switching from your cunt to your face. 

“i want it so bad, sir! i’ve thought about having you inside of me so many times, i need it!” you admit, his cock being so close to your hole making you more desperate than ever. 

“rub your clit for me, baby.” 

you snake your hand in between your legs, starting to rub slow circles onto your already sensitive clit. 

you feel the tip of jake’s cock start to enter your hole. you can already tell that it’s gonna be a tight fit. you try to focus on the pleasure aspect instead. 

“oh my god,” jake groans out, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head as he eases inside of you. “fuck you’re so tight, baby. feels like heaven.” you can only nod in response, your voice gone as he fills you up completely. 

once he’s fully inside, his stills, letting you both adjust to the feeling. he leans down over you, his mouth pressing kisses into your neck. your hand moves slow circles on your clit, distracting you from the feeling of your walls adjusting around him. 

“i told you i’d stretch you out good.” jake chuckles into your ear. 

“shut up,” you say breathlessly, “just fuck me.” 

jake’s lips meet yours before, “as you wish.” 

jake sits up, his cock still lodged inside of you. he slowly moves his hips back, pulling his cock out until only his large tip is inside of you. he picks up one of your legs, holding it to keep your legs spread and pussy exposed to him. 

jake gradually sets a pace, sliding in and out of you with the help of your saliva’s mixing with your juices. he makes sure to hit your sensitive spots every time he slides back inside of you. when you start being unable to keep your moans quiet, he reaches down and encircles your neck with his hand and squeezes. 

“i knew you like being choked,” jake nods down at you, “you know how?”

“how?” you asked him, remembering his texts to you about how he would fuck you, how he would choke you and make you cum. 

“because i know you like being treated like a whore.” 

jake continues to thrust in and out of you as his hand leaves your neck and instead cups your jaw, his thumb pushing past your lips to enter your mouth. you don’t hesitate to suck on his thumb, using it to cover your moans from how well he’s fucking into you. 

you keep both of your hands on your nipples as you look up at him. his bangs are pushed out of his forehead, and his eyebrows are pulled together as he concentrates on making both of you feel good. 

your tongue swirls around his thumb before sucking on it, a moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your mouth around his digit. 

“god i wish i could feel your mouth around my cock, i know you’d make me cum so fast.”

he pops his thumb out of your mouth and puts his hand on the mattress, holding himself up. 

“i’d suck you until you couldn’t take it anymore,” you tell him honestly, his pace picking up at your admission.

“fuck baby, you’re so dirty it turns me on so much.” jake groans out, his hips moving faster now that he’s holding himself up with both of his hands. his head leans down so we can watch where both of your bodies are meeting. your pussy spread open just for him. the mess between your legs glistening in the faint light in your room. god, he’s wanted this for so long. wanted to feel what your walls would feel like around him. 

jake wants more, he wants to do everything he’s ever thought of with you, and he knows that tonight may be the first and last time he ever gets you, “ get up and turn around, baby.” jake tells you, the thought of your ass makes his cock twitch. 

you roll over, propping yourself up on your elbows and knees, your entire lower half being visible to him. jake’s hands land on your ass, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. 

“holy shit, this looks so good,” jake groans out at the sight, “who’s pussy is this?” he spanks your ass again, the skin starting to turn red now. 

“i-it’s yours sir, only yours.” you tell him, looking at him over your shoulder. his whole demeanor was dominant and masculine as he grips his cock and slides it back into you. the stretch this time less painful than before, your walls practically suck him in. 

jake starts to thrust in and out of you. his balls slapping against your clit every time he shoves himself back inside of you. his alternates slapping your ass and gripping your waist so he can pull himself harder into you. you have to grip onto your sheets to not move up the bed from how hard he is fucking you. 

“god i love your pussy, fucking made for me, stretched out just for me to fit in perfectly.” jake grunts out to you. 

“fuck!” you cry out into your sheets, “i love your cock, sir, please keep fucking me.” 

jake places his hand on your back, holding your body down against the mattress as he fucks into you. your bedroom is filled with so many wet noises, skin slapping, and both of yours and jake’s moans. 

jake grabs both of your hands, putting them so they are on your ass, “hold your pussy open for me while i fuck you.” jake demands you. your fingers curl over the slope of your ass, pulling the skin so your pussy is more exposed for him to see how much he is filling you up. “that’s it, that’s a good girl just like that.” 

jake’s hands grip your waist, using it as a leverage for him to start fucking into you. he finds your sensitive spot better with this angle, making you cry out his name, want him to keep going and never stop. your fingers tighten on your skin, the pleasure making you need to have a hold of something as he fucks you. 

jake pulls out of you, his hands staying on your waist as he leans down and spits right onto your pussy. the action makes you cry out, makes you feel so dirty that it turns you on even more. 

your hands leave your ass as jake slides back into you again, his cock so hard and wet and heavy inside of you. your one hand goes underneath you and starts to rub your clit back and forth as jake continues as his hard and fast pace.

“fuck that’s a good girl,” his accent strong as he watches you rub your clit. 

“i’m gonna cum, sir!” you cry out, looking up at him from your head on your mattress. 

“that’s right, fucking give it to me like a good girl, cum all over my cock.” he nods back at you, his thrusts getting harder as he fucks right into your g spot. 

it only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone on his cock, loud moans leaving your agape mouth. your eyes close as the pleasure washes through you. 

jake stills inside of you as he feels your walls compulse over his cock, his own moans increasing as he feels you cream all over his cock. he pulls him closer to his own orgasm. 

when the initial pleasure of your orgasm subsides, jake pulls out of you again, gently turning you over onto your back again. he starts to kiss all over your face and neck, wanting you to not drift off into subspace.

when your mind feels less hazy, you cup his jaw with your hand, bringing his lips to yours. you make out sloppily for a minute as your body recharges from the sensitivity of two orgasms. 

“want you to cum, sir.” you tell him, your voice quiet as you look into his eyes. 

jake doesn’t say anything as he kisses you again before he leans up. he grips his cock as he pushes inside your used pussy. a loud moan leaves his mouth once he’s back inside of you. 

“fuck you’re so creamy, baby. makes me feel so good.” he nods down at you, his cock starting to thrust in and out of you again. 

“just for you sir, only you.” you mumble to him, your hands gripping his upper arms that cage your body. your nails dig into his skin as he fucks you, getting himself off with your walls wrapped around him. 

“that’s right baby, only sir can fuck you this good, can stretch you out so fucking well.” his thrusts start to get sloppy as he continues to moan out to you, his thumb starts to flick your clit back and forth. “where do you want sir to cum, baby?”

your back arches at his touch on your clit, “on my face, sir. want you to make a mess all over me. make me a dirty girl.” 

“oh fuck,” jake grunts out, “you’re such a slut, such a fucking slut just for me.” jake could feel your walls start to tighten around him again, “you gonna cum again, baby?” 

you nod to him, your head moving against the mattress, messing up your hair even more. your body was sweating all over, his thumb on your clit drove you insane as he cock filled you up like never before. “yes sir, g-gonna cum.” 

this orgasm, your third one, was a lot softer than the first two. you made no noise as you came, the pleasure taking over your body so strongly. 

“fuck, that’s it, that’s it.” jake encouraged you, your walls suctioning around his cock, squeezing and creaming all over it. 

before you could even come down from your high, jake was pulling out of you. his hand jerking his cock at a fast pace as worked himself to an orgasm. 

“let me see your face,” jake demanded. you scrambled to your knees, lowering your face so his hard, red cock was over your face. “look at me.”

your eyes locked with his as you opened your mouth, wanting to catch some of his cum as he finally came. his grunts loud and mixed with curses and your name. his warm cum spurted and landed all over your face and tongue. 

“oh my god,” jake groans, watching his cum paint your face. he felt like he could cum again just from the sight. “fuck you’re such a good girl for me.” 

jake taps his sensitive cock on your tongue, letting your mouth enclose around it. you gently start to circle your tongue around the tip, wanting to clean up some of the mess he made. you could tell he was so sensitive, the way a long hiss left his mouth as he watched you. 

you popped his cock out of your once there was no more left over cum on his cock or in your mouth. jake leans down and kisses you, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. “i’ll be right back, y/n.” 

you lay back on your bed as jake leaves to go to the bathroom. after a minute he comes back, a wet cloth in his hand. “let me clean you.” 

he starts with your face and neck, smearing off all his cum before it dries all over you. the sight of it makes his used cock twitch. then he trails the cloth down your body, teasing you almost before he spreads your legs. he gently wipes all the wetness in between your legs before he presses a kiss into your stomach and closes your legs again. he turns and leaves your bedroom. 

your eyes start to droop closed, tired from the activity that just occurred. 

you feel jake lay beside you, completely naked like you as he covers both of your bodies in your blanket. you feel his warmth beside you, and see how his bare chest moves up and down with each one of his breaths. 

jake’s the first one to break the silence. 

“i swear you’ll be the death of me.” 

you turn to look at his face, slightly sweaty with a red hue on his cheeks, “what do you mean?” 

“you’re just so hot, and sexy and cute. i never cum as hard as i do with you.” 

you bite your lip as you look at him, “you make me feel really good, jake. i’ve never came three times before.” both of you laugh, the feeling of your sore pussy leaves for a second as you hear his melodious giggle. 

jake’s eyes met yours and they turned serious, you heard him swallow harshly before speaking, “look, y/n,” his voice is soft but steady, “do you think we could do this again? i mean, i’d really like it if it could.” 

his question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. you thought about if it would be a good idea. thoughts of sunghoon and your friendship with him crossed your mind. but jake’s warm hand grazing across the thigh and the ache in your body reminded you that jake makes you feel good. “i want to, jake. but…” your voice trails off. 

“but what?” 

“but what about sunghoon?”

jake nodded against your pillow, “i get it. he’s our best friend, and i don’t want to hurt him or our friendship.” 

you sigh, your hand wrapping around jake’s bare torso, feeling unsure of when you would ever get to feel him again. “i know, it’s complicated. but i don’t want to give this up, jake. i want to see you again, wanna feel you again.”

jake leaned closer to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “we’ll be careful then. don’t worry about it, he won’t find out.”

you nodded against his chest, “okay, we’ll keep this between us for now– whatever this is.” 

you could feel jake smile on the top of your head. his arms wrapping around you and pulling your body against his. you hold each other close as sleep pulls you in. both of you tired and needy for each other. 

sunghoon crosses your mind for a second before you fall asleep. 

meanwhile, jake takes in the scent of your shampoo and laundry detergent, thinking about how lucky he is to have finally gotten you in some way. he’d like to call you his girlfriend one day– but he’ll take what he can get. and if sex and sneaking around behind sunghoon’s back is all you can give him, then he wouldn’t complain, as long as he gets to hold you close like this.

the morning light stream softly through your curtains. you stir in your bed from the sun hitting your eyes. you feel something warm wrapped around your waist and your eyes flutter open to see a tan arm tucked in. you suddenly remember your actions with jake from the night before. and how he is still currently in your bed. 

your eyes follow his arm to where his face was pressed against your pillow beside you. he is still relaxed in sleep, his dark hair tousled and a gentle smile playing on his lips. jake has always been very attractive, but right now he looks so handsome that it makes your stomach feel weird. 

from your subtle movements, jake’s eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a sleep affectionate gaze. "good morning," he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep. you hum back to him in response, your own smile on your face. 

but reality soon intruded on the serene moment. your heart skips a beat as you remember sunghoon. he must be home by now, and he would be awake any minute. panic flares in your chest, and you sit up abruptly, pulling the covers off yourself. "jake, we need to go," you whisper urgently, your eyes wide with alarm. "sunghoon can't know you stayed over."

jake's eyes widens with understanding, and he quickly moves to get dressed. you both scramble around the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. you glance at the clock, your heart racing. you have to be quick to avoid waking up sunghoon.

once you are both dressed, you tiptoe to the front door of the apartment. you open it slowly, making sure it doesn't creak. jake gives you a quick, reassuring kiss before slipping out. you watch him go, your heart heavy with a mix of longing and anxiety. you feel confused towards your feelings with jake. as soon as jake disappears around the corner, you close the door quietly, hoping you haven't made too much noise.

just as you are turning to head back to your room, you hear a voice behind you. "what are you doing?" sunghoon asks, emerging from his room and stretching. your heart skips a beat, but you quickly compose yourself, turning to face him with a casual smile.

"just...getting some water," you lie, trying to sound nonchalant. "i'm going back to bed now."

ou force a chuckle, feeling the awkwardness settle in your chest. "that sounds great. i'll see you later," you say, your voice slightly strained. you make your way back to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and leaning against it with a sigh of relief from avoiding sunghoon. but now, you need to think about what it is that you want with jake. 

a relationship that may or may not ruin your friendships with sunghoon? or a secret friends-with-benefits thing that seemingly would keep everyone happy? 

you sigh and know that it has to be the latter– despite the feelings in your heart that tell you you want more than just friends with jake.

a few weeks into your mutual-friends-with-benefits relationship with jake, your living room buzzes with laughter and chatter as you and sunghoon's friends gather for your a movie night. you and jake sit on opposite ends of the room, doing your best to act like just friends. it’s a delicate balance, hiding your feelings amidst the group. jake’s eyes occasionally flick over to you, a silent longing in his gaze that he tries to mask with casual conversation and laughter. you hope no one picks up on his staring. 

halfway through the movie, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. you discreetly pull it out and glance at the screen.

jake:[you look so good right now][8:57]

you bite your lip to suppress a smile. you look over at jake, who is watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. from across the room, you mouth, "stop." to him. 

jake:[please i need you so bad][8:58]

jake:[want my cock in your mouth][8:58]

you sigh, feeling your stomach start to flutter and know that you’re giving into him again.  you stand up, feigning a wince. "hey guys, i'm not feeling too well," you announce to the group, your voice wavering just enough to be convincing. "i think i'm going to head to my room and lie down for a bit."

concerned voices rise in a chorus, but you assure everyone you are fine and just need some rest. as you leave the room, you can feel jake's eyes on you, a promise that he will follow. you make your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, sitting on your bed and waiting for jake. 

the minutes feel like hours as you wait, the muffled sounds of the movie and your friends' laughter barely reaching you through the walls. eventually, you hear the sound of the movie ending and the goodbyes being exchanged. your heart races in anticipation to see him, to feel him.

finally, the apartment door clicks shut, signaling the departure of the last guest. moments later, your bedroom door creaks open, and jake slips inside, closing it softly behind him. the tension in the room shifts immediately, replaced by a charged, intimate atmosphere. jake crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms.

“hoon thinks i left,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. you laugh, burying your face in his shoulder. 

“i can’t stand seeing you and not being able to touch you.” you confess to him, your heart palpitating. 

“i know,” jake replies, pulling away to look at you, “i feel the same.” jake’s hand traces your jaw. 

you can’t look at him when you speak again, “i miss you when you aren’t with me. i think, i like you a lot more than just friends jake. a lot more than just hiding and, doing what we are doing.” 

jake feels like he could faint when the words leave your mouth. he’s had serious feelings for you since sunghoon had introduced him to you. it’s been so hard for him since he always thought you would never look at him more than just sunghoon’s other friend. but here you are, confessing your feelings to him first. 

jake doesn’t answer at first, he only pulls you closer to him, leaning down to kiss your now oh so familiar lips. you don’t reject his kiss, only allow yourself to relax into him. 

“i’ve liked you for so long, y/n. you have no idea.” 

“r-really?” 

“yes, since the day i met you.” 

you press your lips to his again, happiness filling both of you as you are hidden away in your room, away from the rest of the world and sunghoon. 

“now can you please suck me off? i’ve been hard since you walked out in those little shorts.”

you don’t hesitate to drop to your knees for him.

the next week, you and jake find yourselves feverishly making out on your couch. sunghoon has gone to the gym, giving you and jake a precious window of time to be together.

as soon as jake’s hands start to travel underneath your shirt, he front door opens unexpectedly. sunghoon steps in, gym bag slung over his shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

you and jake jump apart, your faces flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fear. you know you have been caught. sunghoon has seen the kiss, and there is no way to hide it now. "sunghoon, we can explain," jake begins, his voice filled with anxiety after a moment of silence between the three of you. all of you taking in what is happening. 

sunghoon sighs deeply, dropping his gym bag on the floor and sitting down in the chair across from you. "i know you guys have been seeing each other," he says, his tone surprisingly calm. a rush of guilt and anxiety washes over you and jake. you exchange worried glances, both certain that your friendship with sunghoon is over. 

"we're sorry," you say, your voice trembling. "we know you wouldn't want us together, and we didn't mean to betray you."

jake nods in agreement. "we just didn't want to hurt you or our friendship."

sunghoon shakes his head, a small, sad smile on his lips. "i'm not upset that you guys are together." you and jake look at each other in surprise.

"you're not?" you ask in unison, disbelief evident in your voices.

"no," sunghoon replies, his eyes meeting yours. "i'm upset that you guys didn't tell me. that you were sneaking around our apartment together and not letting me know."

you feel a pang of guilt. "how long have you known?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

sunghoon sighs again, leaning back in his chair. "since i came back from that party when you were 'resting.' i heard you guys in your room."

you and jake feel a deeper sense of remorse. sunghoon has known from the beginning, and you underestimated him. "we felt like we couldn't tell you because we didn't want you to be caught in the middle if things went bad between us," jake explains, his voice filled with regret.

sunghoon shakes his head, a look of understanding in his eyes. "i don't care about that. i just care that both of my best friends are happy."

you stand up and move toward sunghoon, pulling him into a heartfelt hug. jake joins you, and for a moment, the three of you stand there, wrapped in an embrace that feels like a renewal of your friendship. you feel like the three of you can start fresh, but differently. differently in a good way. 

"we promise to tell each other everything from now on," you say, your voice thick with emotion.

"and no more sneaking around the apartment," jake adds with a chuckle, his relief evident.

sunghoon smiles, the tension lifting from his shoulders. "deal," he says, squeezing you both tightly. “but could you guys give me a warning before you guys have sex from now on, i’m so tired of putting earplugs in at 3am.” 

you cover your face in embarrassment, not being able to look at either of them as they burst out laughing together. 

maybe the mistaken text was a bad mistake after all if you have to deal with them making fun of your moans any longer.

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Got Me Feelin' Hella Good

best friend!kim sunoo [enhypen] x reader [afab]

concept: you and sunoo have been best friends your whole life, which is why it was so easy to convince him to hotbox your car with you. it's what happens after you're high that you weren't expecting.

w/c: 3.4k

warning: *recreational drug use [smoking weed], hotboxing ; sexually explicit content, car sex, fingering, hand job, cumshot

“What if someone comes over here?”

“They’re not going to.”

“We’re on campus.”

“I know,” you retort, pulling your tin out of your bag. Sunoo glances around the front seats of your car, out the windshield anyway as you drop your bag back in the footwell, folding your leg over your ankle so you have the room to work. “Security never checks this far out in the parking lot, it’s too far of a walk for them. Chill out,” you tell him, opening the tin and pulling out an orange prescription bottle. You uncap the lid and drop a couple of green nuggets in your hand. 

“This feels like a bad idea,” Sunoo insists, but doesn’t stop you as you pick up your grinder, putting it inside. You give him a look, putting the lid back on but not turning the canister.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. We can just go back to Jay oppa’s,” you suggest but Sunoo shakes his head, lower lip between his teeth. “Okay.” You twist the metal canister, grinding the nuggets up. “Besides, would I do something that’s going to get us in trouble?” Sunoo levels you with a look. “On purpose!” You amend, smiling at him. 

“Every time I got in trouble in high school it was your fault,” he points out but you just shrug. 

Maybe he has a point, but that’s never stopped Sunoo from being your friend. That probably has to do with the fact that you and Sunoo have known each other since diapers, but that’s irrelevant to the matter at hand. The two of you are best friends, you’ve been best friends your whole life and maybe you’ve done some things that have gotten Sunoo in a bit of trouble, but so what? That’s what friends are for, forcing each other to live a little bit and have those kinds of experiences.

You have other friends, he has Sunghoon and Jungwon and Riki and you have your girls, Kazuha and Wonyoung, but it’s always been you and Sunoo. Ride or die, that’s the deal. You made that pact when you were five and you’ve yet to let go of it. Even Sunoo reminds you of it, that it doesn’t matter how stupid you are, he’s going to do it with you. Well, sometimes.

Ever since you entered college, you’ve been hanging out with a few other people. Some less than reputable and Sunoo’s not exactly been on board. So, you’ve been trying things, dabbling in stuff that he wouldn’t otherwise agree with but he’s also not going to stop you unless you’re doing something genuinely dangerous. Casual underage drinking and weed doesn’t exactly strike him as a gateway to arson and homicide so he hasn’t told you not to do anything. Just to be careful. And you are. Which is why you wanted him to smoke with you.

Sunoo’s never smoked. He’s too straight laced for that, he said he didn’t like the idea of it, but you’re you, he’s known you forever and when you told him that he could trust you, he did. Of course he did. Which is why, two beers deep and a little restless, you managed to convince him to hotbox your car with you. You parked all the way in the back of the expansive campus parking lot, shut the doors and rolled up the windows. You have music playing from your phone in the cupholder and your cotton candy blue bowl sitting at the bottom of your smoking tin. 

“Live a little,” you tell him, opening the grinder. You pack the bowl with the green, carefully making sure you don’t waste any of it. Sunoo watches with a lifted brow, not understanding but watching anyway. Once the bowl is full, you put your grinder back into the tin and pick up your lighter. “I’ll go first, and then I’ll show you?” You suggest.

“Sure, I guess,” Sunoo sighs. You wink and he breathes a laugh. The car is already starting to get warm with just the two of you in it. You bring the mouthpiece up, flicking the lighter to get it going.

Smoke fills the tube when you suck on it, the green starting to ash up in the bowl. When you release your finger from the hole on the side you breathe in, smoke filling your lungs. It’s thick and sweet smelling. After a moment, you turn your head, blowing smoke towards the windshield. The first of many, you can’t help but think as the smoke is already starting to cloud the front seats. When you turn back to Sunoo, you offer the bowl. “Your turn,” you tell him.

“What am I doing?” He asks. 

You show him how to hold it, where to put his fingers. You light it for him, helping him hold it. Sunoo is unimaginably beautiful, you’ve always known this about your best friend, so you’re not even surprised that his full lips look especially pretty wrapped around the mouthpiece. When he breathes in, his eyes water, and he coughs the smoke out less than a second later. You giggle, rubbing his back as it sounds like he’s about to hack up a lung. You fish a water bottle out of your bag to give him, balancing the bowl on your center console.

“Fuck,” he curses through coughs. “This is fun for you?” He asks, doubtful as you hand him the water. 

“The first drag is never good,” you assure him. “Besides, it’s not about the drag. It’s about the feeling after the smoke.” 

“Sure, okay,” he groans, sipping from the bottle. “You look like you know what you’re doing.” 

“I have good lungs,” you say with a wink. “Try again?” 

It takes Sunoo three more tries to get the hang of it and by that time you’ve nearly ashed the bowl entirely. You’re starting to get that light, floaty feeling in your head that you’re familiar with and Sunoo’s eyes look glossy and a little red. The car is starting to fog, the windows turning cloudy with condensation. You ash the bowl and repack it while Sunoo runs a hand through his hair. 

“Shit. I thought you said you don’t usually get high the first time,” he says, peeling his hoodie off. You do a double take when you see that he’s wearing a muscle shirt under his hoodie, the black fabric of the shirt sticking slightly to his damp chest. You don’t remember your best friend looking like that, since when has Sunoo started working out? You swallow and look back at the task at hand, finishing quickly so you can take another drag. When you lower it, you hand it off to Sunoo, who even takes the lighter from you this time. 

“You don’t usually,” you admit, watching his lips purse around the mouthpiece. Why are you so hot? Oh, shit, you’ve been smoking, right. That’s why. Sometimes you get a little horny when you smoke, it happens, the endorphins or whatever. You’ve asked some of your uni friends about it once and that’s what they said. Apparently it can really heighten an orgasm but you’ve never tried. Usually by the time you can get off the high has already faded. “Are you high already?” You ask, watching Sunoo take the drag, his singing lungs finally having kicked in and given him the ability to take long, deep drags. 

He blows out a large cloud of smoke, gray blue and shrouding his features briefly. Fuck, has he always been this handsome? His eyes are a little red rimmed but it just makes his lashes stand out, lips a little fuller from the way he’s been biting and licking them between drags. You try to shift in the most inconspicuous way, allowing you to press your thighs together. You take the bowl from him, avoiding his eyes as you cross your ankles, tightening your legs together. 

“You’re horny,” Sunoo accuses with a smirk, sipping from his water bottle. You nearly choke on your next drag, lowering it from your mouth prematurely. You cough once, blowing a thin stream of smoke. 

“Shut up!” You tell him. “I am not!”

“You think I don’t know what a girl looks like when she’s horny?” Sunoo retorts, putting the bottle of water in the cup holder. “You are so full of shit. You’re probably wet as hell.” 

“Shut up!” You repeat, voice pitching up. “What the hell do you know about it?” 

“More than you know,” he says, leaning his shoulder against the backrest of the backseat, grinning at you. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to pretend that you aren’t. I don’t care.”

“Again, what the fuck do you know about girls being horny?” You shift again and he winks. “Gross!” You insist, reaching over to shove him in the shoulder. Sunoo laughs, falling back against the door. You pass him the bowl, which he takes easily, the lighter too. “I didn’t know you were sleeping around,” you comment, tucking your hands between your thighs, watching as he takes another drag. When he lets it out it comes out in a slowly melting cloud around his face, which inexplicably makes you rub your thighs together harder. 

“I’m not,” he tells you, reaching over to rest the bowl on the console. You’ve practically wasted it, nothing but ash and the car is thick with smoke. He crawls over the backseat to get closer to you, the air is so hot and humid, foggy with smoke that you can barely see him if he’s too far away. Sunoo’s face gets clearer, not a lot clearer, you’re both pretty high, but slightly clearer as he gets closer. “But you know, I had a girlfriend in high school.” 

“You slept with her?” You ask. The first you’ve heard of this and you were so sure Sunoo told you everything.

“Yeah, our last year,” he tells you. His hand lands on your knee, warm and comforting. You uncross your ankles. “We broke up two months later so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Did she come?” You ask. It blurts out of you, your filter completely demolished by your high. You don’t care about that girl anyway, you don’t even remember her name. She and Sunoo were together for about six months and she never liked you. What does matter is what your best friend is capable of. What else don’t you know about him?

“Yeah,” he laughs softly, grinning at you. “Why?” His hand slides up your thigh. “Do you want me to make you come?” 

“Sunoo,” you grumble, rolling your eyes but his hand doesn’t stop until it’s high on your thigh, right at the crease of your thigh and hip. The warmth of his hand seeps through your jeans, so close to where you’re dampening your panties. 

“You’re so fucking horny and you’re not gonna get to come for hours unless I do it for you,” he points out. Annoyingly enough, he’s right. You have to wait for this high to wear off before you can drive to your dorm and even if you walk, you’ll have to walk all the way across campus to get there. You’ll be stone cold sober by the time you get there and probably not even turned on anymore. A waste. “I mean, I don’t have to.” He takes his hand away, putting some distance between you. You miss the heat of his hand on your thigh already. “If you don’t want me to.” 

You’ve never even thought of Sunoo in that way but he looks damn handsome right now for some reason, in the eerie light of your orange, overhead car light, shrouded in smoke. There’s a street light outside that’s peering white light in through your windshield, warping the shadows in your car. It causes shadows to cut across his features, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes half lidded and red rimmed from his high. Your eyes drift down towards his body, a body you remember softer than it is now, with the muscle tank sticking to his chest, defined muscles in his arms and a narrow waist. You lick your lips and lift your gaze to see Sunoo smirking at you. 

“You’re so fucking turned on. I can tell. I wish you could see yourself,” Sunoo says. Maybe his filter is fucked too, there’s no way he would say that to you if he wasn’t high as hell. 

“Fine,” you say, already reaching for the button of your jeans. Sunoo slides across the backseat again, reaching down to grab your ankles. You gasp softly as he picks them up, placing them on either side of his hips. “Just your fingers,” you say, pointing a finger at him with your button undone and zipper halfway down.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. “C’mon, take your fucking pants off,” he urges, reaching forward to help you. The two of you peel your jeans off, Sunoo discarding them into the footwell with your bag. He slaps a hand on the overhead light, turning it off and then brings your ankles around his hips again, dragging you closer. You gasp as you’re tugged down the backseat until your knees are bracketing his hips, your back flat on the backseat.

From this angle, Sunoo looks down at you with a silver halo coming from the street light not too far away, his hands sliding up your thighs. You’re having a hard time getting a full breath in but that could be from a few different things. You’re hazy headed from the weed, the car is still thick with smoke and Sunoo is over top of you in a way you never could’ve imagined. His hands continue upwards until one is holding onto your hip and the other slips between your legs, rubbing the backs of two of his fingers against your clothed cunt. 

“Oh,” you gasp, surprised. You’re wetter than you thought, the cotton of your panties is soaked, the fabric almost translucent and offering very little in terms of a layer between his fingers and your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he comments, pressing his knuckles harder against your slit. The material folds in between your pussy, letting him press his knuckles right against your sensitive skin. It allows him to rub right over your clit, shocking a moan out of you. “I didn’t think you would already be this wet.” He adjusts his hand so he can run his thumb up and down your slit, toying with you. You whimper, eyelids fluttering, hips bucking off the backseat. Sunoo holds you down with the hand on your hip, keeping you pinned.

He pulls his hand back so he can pull your panties aside, revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. Sunoo pulls your panties as far out of the way as he can, admiring the way your cunt glistens in the low light, slick having spread all over your pussy, over your clit and onto your thighs. He bites his lip, taking his hand from your hip so he can hold your panties away with one hand, the other coming up to lick at his fingers. They’re already coated in a thin layer of your slick, which makes him moan and then bring them down, stroking them over your folds. 

“Don’t- don’t tease,” you stutter out. “C’mon, I’m so fucking wet, Sunoo.” 

“I know,” he agrees. “I know you are.” He spreads you open with two fingers, watching you with hazy eyes as your pussy clenches uselessly around nothing. When he slips his fingers inside of you you moan high and desperate but also your cunt squelched with how wet you already are. He fucks his fingers in and out of you slowly, admiring the way slick oozes out of you with every thrust of his fingers, gathering wetly around the base of his fingers. When he pulls them out you whine, blinking up at him as he pushes them into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans. His own hips jerk and your gaze drags down his body, towards his crotch. You didn’t notice but now you can’t help but see it, the evident outline of his bulge in the jeans. When he pulls his fingers out of his mouth they’re coated in his spit and then he’s pushing them back inside of you. You falter briefly from trying to get up to your elbows, the sudden return of something inside of you making your eyes roll back. 

“You’re hard,” you gasp out but Sunoo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because he’s too busy fingering you open, scissoring his fingers inside of you and pushing in to the knuckle. You had never noticed how long his fingers are before, but now they’re pressed so deep inside of you it’s hard for you to form a thought. “Sunoo,” you whine, gasping. “Let me, let me,” you say, pushing yourself up into a semi sitting position. 

“You don’t-” He cuts himself off as you unbutton and unzip his jeans, shoving your hand into the front of his briefs. He’s so hard it’s not difficult to pull his cock out through the hole. His cock is already flushed and leaking at the tip, precum rolling down the sides when you wrap your fingers around him, beginning to stroke. “Oh my God,” he moans, hips rocking up towards the tight circle of your fingers. 

“Get me off, I’ll get you off,” you offer, smearing precum up and down the sides of him. Sunoo nods, picking up the pace with his fingers, his opposite hand white knuckling your panties. You can barely breath, caught up in the pleasure of Sunoo’s fingers inside of you contrasting the hot pulse of his cock in your hand as you jerk him off.

You slide in as close as you can, your legs around him, your pussy nearly flush with his dick with the way you’re both frantically trying to get the other off. The high is making everything extra sensitive, the thick smell of smoke in your lungs, sweat trickling down your neck, your cunt pulsing with every inward thrust of his fingers. Sunoo leans forward to press his forehead against your shoulder, panting humidly against your throat as you get him off. For all that he seems like he’s barely holding on his fingers are ruthlessly fucking you, little whines leaving you as he shoves his fingers inside, curling them just right to have you nearly sobbing. 

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Sunoo,” you sob, trying and failing to fuck yourself on his fingers. “Please, please, please.” He glances down, uncurling his thumb from around your panties to press it against your clit, circling it quickly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, hips jerking violently as he presses his fingertips into your walls, making you come. 

You gasp through your orgasm, white and black spots dancing through your vision as it takes over you, your body trembling where it’s pressed against Sunoo’s. As you struggle to come down through your orgasm he slides his fingers out of you so he can tighten you hand around his cock, fucking his hips up into it. You watch with hazy eyes as he chases his orgasm, fucking your fingers, lip between his teeth, pretty eyes squeezed shut until he comes. 

Cum spurts from his cock all over your hand, splattering on your thighs as he comes. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him come all over you, messy and thick and copious. A distant part of yourself wonders if he always comes like that. 

“Yeah,” he pants. “I always come that much.” Shit, you said it out loud. You are still so fucking out of it. “I can’t believe you jerked me off,” he says, letting go of your hand so you can uncurl your fingers from around his softening cock.

“It would’ve been rude not to,” you say, leaning back so you can place your panties back over your cunt. They’re sticky and wet now but you didn’t think to bring an extra pair. You didn’t think you were going to let your best friend finger fuck you in the back of your car. “You have something I can clean up with?” You ask. 

“You mean you didn’t think ahead?” Sunoo asks and you roll your eyes at him. He giggles, tucking himself back in his jeans. “You keep napkins in the glove compartment, right?” He asks, leaning over the console to get to it.

“Cleaning up your cum with fast food napkins,” you grumble and he laughs, digging them out. “Just how I wanted my night to go.”

a/n: *this fic talks about recreational drug use in the form of smoking weed. please make responsible decisions while under the influence, i won't tell you not to do it but if you're gonna, don't be stupid about it, okay? ; finally, a fic all for sunoo! i really think sunoo suits the best friend genre so well, he's so perfect for it. the way you can just turn around and have a very serious, "oh" moment if you're not careful. this one was a total whim of a fic to work on, i had a blast, i hope you enjoyed it too!

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