Teach You - Sjy

teach you - sjy

summary: a make-out session with your best friend leads into more || warnings: dom!jake x sub!reader, virgin!reader, protected sex, first time, reader cums quick || genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers || word count: approximately 600 || a/n: see the request here!

You asking Jake to teach you how to kiss had ended up in a messy makeout session. The movie the two of you had originally planned to watch on the TV is forgotten in the background as Jake lies over you on the couch.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck as he caressed your face, playing with your hair every once in a while as he kissed you deeply. You were starting to grow breathless as he continued to kiss you.

You pushed him away before trying to catch your breath. He did the same as he looked into your eyes.

"You okay?" He asked and you nodded. "You want me to.. teach you some more?" Jake then asked. The both of you knew the answer to that so he wasn't shocked when you nodded your head, anticipation evident.

"Please." You whined out, wanting him and wanting him now.

"I can teach you.. what it's like to be fucked." Jake then said in a soft tone. Hearing those words made you slightly gasp as your heartbeat inexplicably fast.

Jake noticed your reaction but he didn't say anything about it before he got up, "One second." He said as he got up and grabbed his wallet, opening it and pulling out a condom. You decided not to question him about that.

Jake came back to you and put the condom to the side as he slowly undressed you, taking in your bare body as he left lingering touches anywhere he could.

You then watched as he undressed himself before opening the condom wrapper and sliding it over his hardened cock. He winced out at the feeling before biting his lip as he positioned his tip in front of your leaking entrance.

"You sure about this?" Jake asked, just wanting to be sure this is what you wanted right now, especially since he knew you were a virgin.

"I'm sure." You nodded, though your nerves were going crazy right now considering you were about to lose your virginity to your best friend.

Jake then slowly slid his tip inside first, watching your reaction before he slowly slipped himself fully inside. Once he bottomed out, he was letting out a groan as he waited to allow you time to adjust.

"Okay, okay." You whimpered out, letting him know he could start moving.

Jake leaned in and kissed you before he slowly started to move his hips. You weren't used to this feeling so it wasn't the most comfortable thing for you but it wasn't exactly painful.

The both of you knew you weren't going to last long and Jake was fine with that but you felt kind of bad. "I'm not- not gonna last long." You whined out as Jake continued to fuck you.

"I know- I know. It's okay." Jake reassured you.

Sure enough, soon after, you felt your body tensing before your legs were shaking in pleasure and you were reaching your high. Jake continued to fuck you through your release, watching as you came undone under him.

Once he saw that you'd finished, he started going a little harder, needing his release to come quicker. He didn't want to do this for too long though because he didn't want to overstimulate you too much, not today at least.

Luckily, it didn't take long for him to release inside of his condom. He'd stopped moving his hips once he'd come down from his high as he held you close.

"Come on. Let's go get you in a bath.. clean you up." Jake gently said.

go big or go home (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. college AU, nerdy Heeseung, crack, one shot, pwop, total filth

warnings. profanity, y/n is a meanie, wrestling.., strength/muscle kink, body descriptions, fictional fiction. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 6.3k+

now playing. go big or go home//enhypen

a/n. this is a rework of my nct fic Beatbox that I’ve been asked to make an enha version of a few times. enjoy!

smut warnings. switching, oral, grappling(headlocks, chokeholds, thigh crushing, full nelson, pinning, etc), degradation, competitive rough sex, breeding, spit, use of ‘bambi’, submission

———————-

‘If you fail your political history course, I have to sit you out for the upcoming season.’

“Who even studies this shit.” The sheet filled with requirements to continue competing with your varsity wrestling team wrinkles between your fingers.

Three of your courses blared at you, circled with vibrant red sharpie to add more threat behind your coaches words.

‘If you don’t pick up your fucking slack asap, say goodbye to competing in the championship finals.’

No amount of kicking at your locker and swinging your backpack around on your way to class assisted in relieving any of your frustration.

If only you had a dick, fat chance any guy on the boys wrestling team had to worry about their grades. Everyone knew the dean favored his beloved male athletes, bragged and boasted about across states through various top leading universities.

“A tutor.” You murmur, rolling your eyes. Reprimanded and put on time-out until you have at the least found a tutor. Either miss out on one of the biggest tournaments in the upcoming weeks, or get your ass a tutor to help you pass your mid-terms.

Someone smart, obviously, a full fledged nerd with their nose buried in a book.

Hmm, no, not Jake… he hadn’t even made top of your class last year.

Definitely not that pervert Jongseong that got caught behind the bleachers jerking off..

Glancing around, you begin to weigh your options.

Sunghoon, he’s a brain, but he still had tape holding his glasses together after you snapped them in half two months ago. His fault for getting in your way and making you late to practice.

A peachy pink blonde head of hair and a pile of books masking your potential essential nerd grabs your eye.

The communist manifesto hovers before his face, allowing you enough of a view of thin rimmed silver lenses and eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration. Sneakily you move over to the closest seat near him, silently rejoicing when you spot a pocket protector sitting on his chest.

Perfect.

“Hey hey, you a new transfer?”

The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Large doe eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames. He splutters, licking at his pouted bow-shaped lips. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade, 10 years ago!”

“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”

“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”

“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”

The boy before you grows more indignant, fumbling to set a bookmark in place and fully turn to face you.

“Why would I help you?!” He scoffs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “You pulled down my pants at our 8th grade dance! In front of the entire school!”

“That was you?!”

“And then you poured punch on me! And told everyone I pissed myself!” He stammers, tapping one of his loafers with each shake of his leg.

“There’s no way that was you!” You giggle, waving him off. “That was this dork Hee—“

“Heeseung!” He hisses, ripping off his glasses to fix you with a steely look. “Me!”

“Oh my god?? Heedeungie??” You snort, reaching out to glide a finger down his jaw and pinch his full cheek. “What happened to that cute lisp you had?.”

Heeseung rustles, smacking your hand away with his lips angrily pursed together. Appearing more and more perturbed by everything you say. “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a sarcastic filled coo you lean in closer, pinching at his chin between 2 fingers to look at you. “Aw, did I upset you Bambi boy?”

His eyelids push so far back that you’re surprised when his eyes stay put, expecting for them to fall out and bounce on his notebook. “What did you just call me?” He says incredulously, grasping onto your wrist tightly. “Don’t call me that!”

“Damn, this nerd has some strength,” you cringe, shaking him off. Weakly punching at his arm only to feel overtaken with disbelief again, digging a finger in as you pout and wonder why he feels so firm. Too firm for a nerd..

“I said stop touching me!” He glowers, forcefully ripping your arm away. “Go away! I do not want to help you in any way!”

“Aw come onnnn, pleaseeee little Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He hisses, inching closer to speak sternly. “Why do you keep calling me that?!”

Smoothing a few digits through his hair, you trace down to his war. Tugging on it and tilting your head with a smirk. “You even act like a cute little deer, the perfect prey for a good hunt. Can’t even hide those big pretty innocent eyes full of fear.” 

“Listen,” he snaps before your face, nearly chopping your nose in the process. “I am not going to tutor you! and stop calling me a weak little deer!”

Hope seems lost until you notice a crimson flush spiking up from his nape. Heeseung’s gaze bounces, clearing his throat as he reaches for his book. Faint shades of pink burn at his cheeks, reaching up to the corners of his nose.

“Aww, you like it!” You laugh, scooting closer for your leg to drape over his. “Hear me out Bambi baby- if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”

“I don’t need nor want your help.” He mutters, refusing to meet your stare any longer. Aware of the blush taking over his face destroying the facade he continues on with.

“That’s not true, and you know how I know that?”

Sighing, his chin dips in, frustrated by his curious subconscious. “How.”

“Because I’m the predator, and you are the prey.” You say snarkily, shifting your leg to slot between his. Digging an elbow into his side and breaking into a round of giggles at the sight of his lips parting open letting out a quiet breathy moan. 

“Listen, Bambi boy, my coach is up my ass about finding a tutor. Just swing by at the end of practice so I can tell him someone with a 4.0 gpa has agreed to help me.” You plead, squeezing at his arm again with confusion. “Why do you feel like that?”

Heeseung throws a hissy fit, shimmying out of your grip once again while snarling in a much too cute way for you to take seriously. “No! Now go away you damn cretin!”

“Hear me out!” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “I know the captain of the football team gives you a swirly every Monday morning.”

Heeseung’s jaw drops yet again, beginning to hate himself for not just getting up and moving away. Too afraid that one slight movement could have his raging hard-on rubbing against your calve between his thighs. Starting to find one of your bullies attractive had to make him sick in the head somehow. “Why do you know that?! You just asked me if I transferred!”

“Uh.. selective memory.” You shrug, playing it off with a wide smile. “Anyway, what if I can get him to stop?”

His ears perk up at that, flitting a shifty gaze your way. “You can’t.”

“Oh, trust me, I can. He’s wanted me to suck his dick since the first day of Uni.” You nod mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows.

Heeseung slumps deeper into his seat, contemplating how late those damn swirlies make him for class, having to rush to lecture after rinsing and restyling his hair. “You know, toilet water is terrible for a fried bleached scalp.”

“My hair is not fried!” He barks, nose scrunching up adorably in irritation.

“You’re right, it looks great..” you note, testing a silky tuft of locks between two fingers with a rough pull. “Kind of weird for a nerd to care this much about his looks though..”

Heeseung jerks away, glaring at you for mocking him. “Applying for internships has been hard..”

“Ahh, well the pink or whatever, looks great on you at least!” Giving him a thumbs up, you invade his space once again. “So, how about it? No more toilet diving if you tutor me??”

He sighs again, expression full of thought as he pouts and aggressively taps at the end of his pen.

“Fine.” His shoulders drop, feeling tense and uncomfortable by the proximity you’ve kept up for much for too long at his side now. Not missing the way your fingers kneaded at his bicep earlier or the intrigued ‘hmm’ tickling at the back of your throat.

“Great! Come by the gym at 4!”

———————-

Heeseung trudges toward the gym hall, retelling the memories of his first year when Jay had convinced him to join him and peep on the girls wrestling team practice from behind the bleachers.

His throat dries, regretting every life decision he’s ever made as he steps inside and spots you choking another girl down onto the ground under your armpit. Deeply swallowing, he settles at the corner of the bleachers uncomfortably. Unable to even pretend that he’s not fascinated by the way you grunt and scream like a wild animal with a mouthguard in as you throttle your opponent down.

Heeseung hates the way he has to tug at his collar, clearing his throat while blinking away to calm his excitement. This was all Jay’s fault, always going on about how hot wrestling porn is, especially when the girl in the video starts off strong only to lose and get annihilated by a huge cock.

‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’ His friend said while peering through small open spaces from behind a set of bleachers. ‘Look at that one.’

Jay nudges his chin in your direction, grappling down your opponent with a shout and slamming your fists on your chests like a beast. ‘Bet she would be so fun to fucking ruin.’

Heeseung hates that his friend was right. Even now as he watches you jump up from the ground showing off your flexibility with a cocky grin; he can’t help but think about it. How exhilarating and hot it would be to experience you trying to take him down. Fight him with that same smile stretching your mouth in a crass way, disgusting how full of yourself you are. The way you walk around thinking you’re hot shit and no one can touch you.

Too deep in his head and fantasies, Heeseung manages to miss you walking right up to him. Shaking out of his thoughts as you let out a boisterous obnoxious laugh and point at his lap.

“Are you seriously fucking hard from watching me practice!?” You shout out much too loud, humiliating him as your teammates all glance over and begin to laugh.

“Ugh. Fucking nerds are all the same.” Your friend taunts passing by on her way to the locker room. “Just like that other loser Jongseong that thinks we can’t hear him busting a nut behind the bleachers.”

Punching at his shoulder, you laugh more, clutching your stomach and wiping at tears before they can run down your cheeks. “That’s so cute Bambi boy, you wanna wrestle me or something?”

Heeseung’s mouth opens. Opening and slams shut repeatedly at a loss for words as he drags a heated gaze over your sweat soaked uniform. Spending too much time admiring the fold that’s formed between your thighs, wedged up nicely between your…

“Dude, what the fuck? Quit staring at my vag like that.” You punch him again, whistling for your coach to come over and meet your ‘tutor’.

Heeseung jumps up, standing by your side with false confidence. “Maybe I do!”

“What was that now, Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He huffs, balling up his fist. “I could wrestle you, and I bet that I can even beat you.”

“Excuse me?!” You snort, fixing him with amused wide eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am.” He says, nodding and pursing his lips to appear tough. “If you pass your mid-term, then you owe me a match.”

Nerves rise fast as your coach approaches, spluttering, too stunned to think over what he’s said. “You have a thing for girls beating your ass?”

Heeseung’s nose twitches, eyes thinning as he shoves against your side. “We have a deal or what?”

“Fine!” You panic, rushed to answer while waving at your coach. “I got a tutor!”

Between fake smiles and quickly falsifying study sessions, you end up actually taking on tutoring lessons. Successfully scoring Heeseung a match with one of the best wrestlers on the team.

———————-

“Why do you have a wrestling mat in your basement?” Heeseung asks one day, following you through your house to the second room you have taken over for practice purposes.

“The better to wrestle you with.” You wink, nudging his side. “I’m studying hard just to whoop your cute Bambi ass.”

“What happens if I lose?” Heeseung questions, cracking his toes against the wrestling mat laid out in your basement.

“What do you mean ‘what if?’, you still think you have even the slightest chance to beat me?” You sneer. Too cocky for your own good as you squat with your legs stretched to loosen your hips. Predicting you will need the extra help if things go as you’ve planned.

Heeseung’s gaze shifts, bouncing around the room he’s helped you study in over the past couple of weeks. Toying with the zipper cool against his throat as he realizes how ridiculous this situation is.

“Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He reiterates, briskly eyeing the loose sweats hiding what he assumes is your spandex wrestling uniform.

“It’s okay to lose, Bambi boy.“ You wink, standing up to discard the zip-up hoodie covering up a skin-tight fitted one piece. Snug in all the right places that make his throat visibly bob the second he spots your smooth skin. Lathered in lotion you noticed he seemed to enjoy the scent of the last time you wore it during a study session.

“I’ll go easy on you.” With a coy smile you shove down your bottoms just enough to give him peeks of your naked hips. The majority of the lycra fabric has bunched up, riding up your ass in a lewd way that causes Heeseung to clear his throat, averting his focus to the ground.

“I truly have no idea how you passed your mid-term.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, stretching back his shoulders as he reaches to unzip his sweater.

The prideful grin bunching your cheeks slowly falls apart, drooping comically the more he unveils planes of flesh; sculpted and carved to perfection from long hours spent lifting weights.

Heeseung lets his jacket slip down his arms, standing proud with a blank face as your jaw hangs. It takes more restraint than he imagined to control the twitch pinching at his mouth, avoiding the intense stare tracing from his lengthy throat, pronounced Adam’s apple, broad shoulders and thick chest trapped between bulging biceps.

“What the fuck.” You announce, breathlessly. “What the fuck dude?!”

Heeseung shrugs, breaking into a smile that scrunches his nose, pushing his glasses up higher between his eyebrows. “You’ll go easy on me, right?”

Heeseung’s buff. A fucking buff nerd that’s never once mentioned that he took up absorbing protein shakes like water and bulking up at the gym after long days filled with studying and schoolwork.

“Hey.” He pushes your chin to shut your mouth before your tongue can loll out like a thirsty dog. “Try not to look so shocked, it’s kind of rude.”

“Why—” you gulp, finally snapping out of it enough to toe off your sweats and kick them aside. “Why the fuck are you this yolked?!”

Heeseung shrugs, unzipping his bottoms to further make you shrivel, lowering his jeans to show off the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. They dig into his upper thigh, cutting at the flexed muscle framing the thick shape between.

“Oh come on!”

He chuckles, bending over to strip the rest of his clothing off. Balling up his outfit to throw aside, he stands straight in all his glory. Cut and ripped leading up to a soft face, sharp jawline and doe eyes, pouting much too cutely for that build.

“You’re fucking with me.” You utter, cleaning off imaginary drool from your chin.

“Not yet..” Heeseung cocks a brow, cracking his neck side to side. “I got tired of not fighting back, so I started working out.”

He shrugs, done explaining more when he recalls that you are one of the many who tormented him over the years. Making fun of him without care, invisible to you unless it was to pick on him.

“That makes sense.” You murmur to yourself, kicking out your legs before settling in a lowered stance. Fully prepared to take down your larger opponent. “Guess I won’t be taking it very easy on you after all.”

“Won’t you spare me?” He smirks, bending at his knees with his arms lifted to grab you and tackle you down.

Heeseung gulps to contain his nerves, thankful for the shadow falling on his glasses beneath the dim lighting fanned throughout the room. His throats already began to dry, flitting over your breasts obscenely squeezed out, shoved together creating perfect perky fat mounds ready to be choked between his fingers.

Time to size up your competitor goes to complete shit. Heeseung’s grown beyond comprehension, larger than you ever recall seeing him. Corded muscles strain up his thighs to narrow hips and a tight little waist dipping in such an absurd way. His frame widens ridiculously at his chest, more ridiculous than the situation you’ve put yourself in as a mere joke.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Licking at your lips, you begin to circle him, following suit as he mimics your motions.

Inhaling a deep breath, you meet his gaze, lowering your chin for intimidation. “Hey, Heeseung.”

“Huh?”

You almost feel sorry attacking his weak spot by throwing him off. It’s playing dirty, but you know there’s no better way to get him plastered on his back. Tackled down onto the mat with your face buried in his chest, Heeseung lets out a gust of air. Caught off guard as you ram him down in one fell swoop.

He grunts, the back of his head bouncing off the mat; realizing he should have suffered itchy burning eyeballs and opted for contact lenses today.

“Amateur,” you groan, tethering his forearms together. Each muscle lining your back screams. Flexing as you attempt to take control by slotting your hips against his. “Shouldn’t be s-so cocky—“

Heeseung growls, huffing out another breath to blow his bangs off of his forehead. Jerking his hips up to jostle your weight to the side brings on instant regret, muffling a curse by locking his lips. His cock fattens, searing heat pulses from the tip of his length to his navel.

“F-fuck,” you grit, pressing harder onto his crossed arms until his chest caves. “Playing dirty won’t help you win.”

Heeseung’s breath lodges, clenching the backs of his teeth as he bends his knees. His heels dig into the mat, hoisting up with more force until you topple over and lose your balance, fast as he escapes your grip and grabs onto your shoulders and plants your back flat.

“Playing dirty?” He asks, seductively licking at his front teeth.

Heeseung circles your thighs, pushing them open to space an area for himself between your legs. He hovers near your lips, glasses slipping lower, just above the tip of his nose. “Like you distracting me with your entire ass out? What the fuck are you even wearing, huh?”

“Get off of me!” You say with clamped teeth, only bringing amusement to his face as his biceps bracket your head. “This is a normal uniform!”

“Yeah,” he laughs, using the end of your nose to set his glasses back into place. His hips roll, a focused control freezing your lower half down as his knees burn against the mat, turning sticky with moisture secreting. “A normal uniform for some slut doing wrestling porn. That’s what this is for you, isn’t it?”

He finishes the question with a pointed grind, cock nestled against your clothed core further burying the material of your suit between your folds. “Between the two of us, you know who lacks brains here.”

Heeseung’s gaze darkens, lowering closer until his bottom lip runs between the seam of your mouth. Fitting together deliciously, wet from sweat gathering on both of your upper lips and saliva clinging to the tips of your tongues.

He can feel it, hot and humid against his groin. Your pussy spreading over his shorts, clit incessantly rubbing on your suit with each little shift.

“Ugh, f-fucking nerd.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle by jostling your lower half as much as you can. Barely fazing him as he licks down your chin, forming a trail of drool down to the middle of your neck hollowing in for him to lap at. The sweat pooled there tastes savory at first, hit by a bitter aftertaste from the alcohol in your scented lotion. Fitting for you, sour and sweet as you’ve acted with him.

“Call me a nerd again.” He pushes up, causing your eyebrows to twist as his chest pumps out. Pecs hard as a rock, nipples pointed like icicles despite the heat gathering between your bodies. “See what happens.”

“Oooh, s-so scared,” you choke, Heeseung grabbing onto your throat when you try to sit up and shove him off. “I’ll break your glasses, see how tough you f-feel.”

Your taunting only eggs him on, ferociously pushing his side against your inner thigh until your centers fully exposed for him to press three digits against your exposed folds. Gliding up to pinch your suit around your clit until your feet slip and you kick at the mat.

“Get this wet for a fucking nerd huh?” He jeers, rolling your bundle of nerves under the damp fabric. “Maybe that’s why you bullied me, wanted me to fuck that bratty better-than-you attitude out of you.”

All you can do is struggle, attempting to dislodge your throat from his menacing hold, only seeping his fingers further into the veins rapidly pulsating up the sides of your neck.

“If only it had been the other way around.” He goes on mocking, blurring over your clit faster and faster until you’re coughing between trapped moans. “Imagine if I bullied you. Getting your revenge on me years later by cornering me and fucking me until I’m incapable or forming a sentence.”

His speech lands on muted ears, passing through a thick fog of arousal that clogs up your senses. Too focused on how thick and veiny his forearm looks. The veins rippling upward toward his meaty bicep shout at you, pumping full of anger with each flick of his wrist.

“You’re right, I got hard watching you practice.” He confesses, turning his hips for you to feel his chubbed up girth against your inner thigh. “Wanna know why?”

Gurgling escapes you, licking at the roof of your mouth to suppress another embarrassing sound from passing. He laughs, sharp teeth gleaming as they catch the light. “Because..”

Gathering the seat of your bottoms, he tugs at the material with a balled up fist. Ripping roughly at it to make you writhe and squeal in pain, burning against your clit with each pull. “This is why, to see you like this. So fucking full of yourself, but you can’t even pass a stupid test without a nerds help.”

Mesmerized by your folds swelling up around your suit, Heeseung’s waist bends in, momentarily forgetting about his grip on your neck; just enough to give you leeway to push up on your elbows and regain control.

It’s easy to pin Heeseung down again, startling him with power he wished to assume you lack. He curses when you fling him down roughly and mount his chest. Gathering fistfuls of his sweaty peachy pink locks, you rip at his scalp until he’s whining. Elongated neck arched back releasing an obscene moan between his pretty pink lips. Ragged breath spills from your chest, working hard to maneuver forward until your inner thighs clap against his cheeks. Slotting your suit aside too fast for Heeseung to even let out a gasp of surprise.

Smashing your core down against his mouth sends a hiss flying out of you, grinding down hard despite the ridges of his teeth scraping along your clit. He muffles, flailing beneath you, glasses fogged up with slick and heat radiating from your lower half. A relieved laugh sounds, nodding as you work to crush your thighs around him to a suffocating point.

“Bambi boy talks tough—“ you grit, gyrating against his tongue until he groans. Losing your train of thought once again when his tongue curves, applying pressure against your entrance until you give. Loosening up and relaxing enough to push through. “Fuck.”

Heeseung can’t complain, even as he struggles to breathe through his nose, stuffed full of your clit rubbing incessantly against him. He’s crazed, determined to stretch his jaw until it breaks under your unforgiving thrusts.

Behind your back his knees bend, angling his hips up to fuck at nothing but air. Desperate as he slaps a merciless grip on your ass, repeating it until you get the message to ride his tongue.

Securing one hand on his head, you pull harder, using the hold to control your motions. His tongue wiggling between your walls while passing vibrating grunts, raspy broken whimpers. The unexpected slap you deliver between his thighs has him coughing, choking and screaming finding it impossible to swallow a long enough breath.

“Little B-bambi boy can’t even handle f-fighting a girl can he?” You scramble to taunt him, whimpering as he manages to dislodge his tongue and suck on your clit. Spreading your ass apart to have your hole pulse open against his chin as he uses every inch of his face to rub and flick. Messy, fucking disgusting with a pleased gleam hiding under splattered lenses.

Heeseung’s teeth nip, lapping side to side on your clit before he wraps his lips again. A mean suck and nimble digits digging in too close to your rim have you toppling forward. A shouted moan expelling as you whine and bounce down to fully release your orgasm on his chin and neck.

White haze takes over the room, brain spinning too much to process being manhandled onto your back. Only between a coughed whimper do you come down, blinking up to find Heeseung above you. Grasping your ankles above your head with a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

“You think I give up that easily? That was child’s play.” He taunts, pushing hard abdominal muscles against your exposed puffy cunt. Rough and grating as he passes from the thin line of dark hair trailing from beneath his navel to inside of his shorts. A silent gasp emits as he grinds against your ass, hoisted off the mat the more he tests your flexibility, continuing to push and push until you’re folded in half.

Lazily you blink, reaching between your upper halves to scrape at his chest. Tweaking and pinching at one of his hardened nipples. With clenched teeth he takes advantage of your drunk-like post orgasmic state, releasing an ankle and replacing his hold with a hard bite. Sharp canine teeth sink near your tendon, shaking his head to make you shout and whimper louder. Free hand making use of your moment of weakness to release his erect length.

“Know what mean girls like you need?” He says between licking at teeth marks left behind on your ankle. Stroking to the tip of his length as he directs himself between your dripping wet folds. Sliding up and down for you to go crosseyed, stupid dumb just from feeling how fucking thick and wide he is.

“B-bambi, you’re s-so—“

He doesn’t give you a chance to say more, penetrating with one fluid practiced motion. Years of masturbating and studying porn only served to build up his knowledge. Practicing what he learned with any girl who would give him the opportunity at science camp over the last few summers.

“Thick fucking cock to shut you up.” Finishing his sentence with a choked growl, he grinds, adding emphasis by giving you each inch.

The moan that rips from your chest says it all.

Full, so full. Thick, so fucking thick.

He’s bigger than any popular jerk you’ve fucked at frat parties. Obscenely stretching you out, split open and so unbelievably full.

“Aww.” He attempts to mock, unable to stop himself from pressing in balls deep. Pressed deep enough for coarse dark hairs to scratch against your clit in the position. Folded in half and dwarfed beneath his massive size, both of his hands snake around your ankles, using his rocking hips to aid the push he gives. Your calves surround you, burning up the backs of your thighs from tight tendons working overtime.

“Weak. Nothing but a hole to take my cock.” Regaining some semblance at the visual of tears beginning to pour freely down your cheeks, Heeseung arches back, burying his knees into the mat to hit your hard with a pointed thrust.

Pinning you down with every muscle straining in his arms, he fills you to the brim. Cock too thick, nestling past any squeeze you give, any push the muscles inside of you use to suffocate his length.

“Don’t s-stop,” you choke, eyeing where he continues to dive in and out. His cock glistens coated in thick amounts of wetness, globs of it stuck on the patch of hair at the base. Wet, filthy and so fucking wet everywhere.

“So fucking greedy, full of cock and still you want more?” He spits, licking at saliva dribbling down his chin. “Want me to fill you up? Breed you like nothing but a stupid little cum dump.”

“Uh huh..” no amount of humiliation burning up your chest can deny how good it feels. Unwilling to even struggle or bother to get away from his hips pummeling forward. Hiccups and coughed sobs assist the rapid nod you give him, too overwhelmed to even picture how much Heeseung can give you.

He wishes he could laugh, but you feel too good, too perfect. The tip of his length catches on your convulsing hole with each draw back. It’s too much for you to even look at, witnessing the tip protruding the skin covering your mound. Feeling deeper than what you can even actually see, as if his cock can reach the back of your throat with each and every thrust he gives you.

“Pl-please Seungie..” you babble, worrying your bottom lip. Fingers twitching for something, finding his shoulders to weakly scratch at and drag down to the cut his bicep muscle creates along his arm. “I-inside, please..”

Heeseung groans, circling his hips in a more meticulous manner. Cock dragging against your wet walls in a way that sends your toes curling. Legs trembling, nearly ripping free of his hold when he hits you just right, cockhead kissing your cervix with ease; hitting the perfect angle each time.

“Nnghh… Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” 

Maintaining his hold to keep you bent in half somehow, Heeseung fucks faster. Ruthless and harsh, encouraged by your babbling and whines. Thrust after thrust harder than the previous, ripping his chest and abdominal muscles to appear carved out of stone with all the more vigor he utilizes to fuck you like you need and beg for.

“Ahhh…fuck!” Heeseung’s voice comes out strangled, using every bit of his strength to keep fucking you even as you lock up around him. Gripping a powerful orgasm around his cock, the pressure, push and pull almost forcing his cock to slip out. Gushed around, so wet and sloppy, spilling release down to his balls.

Despite your shrieks, he only manages to go even faster. Blurry above you as he pounds through your orgasm, gritting and panting similar to one of your opponents by the end of a long match. Rumbling from deep within his chest as he meets your eyes. Fogged up glasses drop down the bridge of his nose, tightening up when you find his blown out pupils.

Heeseung cums, cums hard. Cock thrumming violently with each hot drop of release bursting free, filling you up and up until he has to curse. Removing his hold as his broad shoulders tremble, absorbing the heat between your bodies through tremors rolling up his tense back muscles.

That’s enough, you think, rolling away in search of a towel to wipe yourself with. Whining when your hip lets out a nasty crack. You knew that pre-stretch would be needed, but not this much.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A lowered voice asks. Shivering up your spine as you whimper, burning where your wet thighs rub against the mat feebly attempting to crawl away.

“N-no no m-more..”

Heeseung laughs, worse than an evil villain from any movie or show. Slow to walk on his knees over your pathetic excuse of getting away. He hauls your arms back, clicking his tongue with a breathless chuckle. “This will teach you to fuck with nerds.”

Burying back inside of you aches more than you can comprehend. Imagining your brain exploding and spilling out of your ears as he rolls down. Cock sunk in to the hilt, gushing out the release he just filled you with. His size too much for you to hold both in, slick, wet, and so fucking loud with each draw back and slap of his hips.

“Heeseung!” It’s your first time wailing out his full name. Not missing a beat as he picks up the pace, his chest falls against your back knocking air out of your lungs. More determined to ruin you on his cock again. Make you regret the day you first saw him and made the worst decision to fuck with him.

“Where’s your cute Bambi boy now?” He asks against your ear, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Biting at your jaw, he reaches around, budging his bicep against your chin. Hips snap brutally into you, pulling you into a death inducing chokehold roughly. He pulls harder, making your chest shove out and waist dip in until you’re bent far back, slapping one hand against the mat.

“You give up?!” He grunts against your cheek, jostling your throat with a shake of his arm. Tongue hanging out panting, you reach for his wrist, scurrying to hold onto anything you can.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A quiet cry and suppressed choke follows your palm smacking the mat with repeated motion. In disbelief by the sound of grunts, flesh clapping against flesh, popping wet and nasty with each smooth glide of Heeseung’s cock filling you up without losing any speed.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut, stomach muscles contracting with each unforgiving thrust further dragging you up the mat. Chasing after his next release, Heeseung runs for the victory by throwing his other arm around your neck, tightening the pull of the headlock. Groaning by how much wetter you get, purging out more and more arousal with every pulse of his bicep against your jaw.

“That’s right.” He starts, blinking away sweat that won’t stop raining down, getting trapped in his dark eyelashes. “Never forget how you let a nerd beat you.”

Another weak tap and pinch on his wrist has you cumming. Arching high enough to nearly make him lose his rhythmic pace. Using powerful thigh muscles to push up and hit you with thrusts hard enough to have your heart beating out past your chest.

Slam after merciless slam turns messy, hips swerving pushing past your cunt gripping and milking for him to cum again. Give you the warm load to keep inside this time, greedily squeezing around him for another.

The squeaky cracked moan Heeseung lets out has your eyes rolling to the side, pleased that even after all of his tough talk. That you can still weaken him somehow.

Tapping on his forearm finally gives you a chance to take deep breaths, only to be plastered by his limp dead weight collapsing onto you.

“So,” Heeseung breathes raggedly. Wet chest heavily panting against your back. He bites at your nape, hoisting your chin up with his forearm perched under your jaw. “What’s my prize?”

“Ugh..” nothing more than a lazy response pours out of you. Continuing to reel and shiver under the weight melting you down into the ruined mat covered in every type of bodily fluid. “Whatever.”

If not for the chokehold around your throat, you’d knock out in less than a second. Thoroughly fucked and ran through by the same nerd that you once picked on and made cry for a laugh. The irony doing more to make your gut curl in with renewed arousal as you lock up around him.

“What was that? Whatever, huh?” He has the audacity to let out a fake chuckle, rumbling at the top of your spine. Free arm reaching down to push between your connected lower halves as he lifts to create space. “In that case..”

Heeseung’s index finger slips past bruises forming on your backside. Teasing as he pushes between your ass and traces your puckered rim. He pops free from your ruined hole, kissing at the backs of his teeth as a pool of cum bubbles out; settling in the shape of a perfect triangle at the top of your squished together thighs.

Prodding at your hole, he bites away a smile when you squirm and whimper. Looking over your shoulder to give him a look full of excitement and fear. He meets your gaze with maniacal thrill, pushing his bowed lips together to create a faucet for a thick wad of spit to pour out, landing directly on your ass to be smeared around.

“I’ll go easy on you, nerd.”

———————-

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡.

PAIRING: jake x fem reader

GENRES: SMUT, fluff

CW: jake is a little (lot) pervy, smut and more smut

summary: bf jake is obsessed his little doll gf.

- literally. just a a random ramble. i did not proof read and im dyslexic so pls dont make fun of me thank u ☝🏻

you already knew how much jake loved when you dressed up for him. from your pretty skirts to the little details of jewelry, lipgloss or some cute frilly socks. which is why it made you even more excited to do so. you got up early for class and got ready for hours, you wore his favorite absolute favorite skirt, obviously one that was a little too short. after finishing the last touches on your makeup you were ready to leave.

second period was the only class you two had together, physics, and when 1pm came around you walked in, without looking for him in his seat walking past him and to your own seat. you didn't need to look, you could feel his eyes on you. practically burning holes into your skin. and not soon after you had sat down you heard your phone ding

jake: not even a hi? :(

jake: you look so pretty baby..

jake: how am i supposed to pay attention now...

jake: did you wear that pretty skirt for me?

you watched as your phone repeatedly went off, causing you to turn off your ringer, smiling at your phone as you read the texts that repeatedly came in.

you: you better !! how else am i supposed to study your notes... you are all thats getting me through this stupid class :(

fuck. the more he stared at you the more he felt the fabric of his pants straining. he tried to take a deep breath before pulling his hoodie over his lap. you were just so cute but all his brain could think about was how cute youd look with his dick inside of you.

-

class went by slow as. hell. for the both of you. more for him, you just liked his attention, you knew he wouldn't be completely focused so you did try to pay attention some, taking some notes of your own.

as soon as the professor concluded the lesson jake shot up from his seat like a magnet, he needed to be near you. soon you felt him behind you, grabbing your backpack and putting it on his other shoulder. "hi babydoll," i smiled softly giving your head a small kiss which immediately resulted in your cheeks turning bright pink. his hand had found its way to your lower back, guiding both of you out of the classroom.

"i missed you~" you smiled glancing up at him, his hand carefully moving some of your hair aside. "yeah? wanna come back to my dorm, we can... study" he smiled with a small chuckle. "i still have 1 more class jake.." you pouted - "skip it." "jake-" "please... " he pouted like a little puppy, he was so clingy all the sudden, and you loved it. "fine," he smiled as you both walked through the campus toward your dorms.

"did you like my outfit?" you hummed, "what kind of silly question is that.." - "of course i love it,.. my perfect little doll~" he cooed, gently playing with the lace hem of the skirt between his fingertips. "so pretty for me.." he muttered softly, that alone was enough to make your brain start going fuzzy. thankfully not long afterwards you had both reached jakes dorm, letting you in and leading you to his room, setting both of your things down and plopping his self onto the bed. thank. fucking. god. you two were finally alone. he didn't know how much longer he would be able to keep his hands to himself. "cmere baby,"

jake signaled you over to him, patting his lap for you. you walked over and compliantly sat down in his lap, his hands wasting no time starting to roam your body. "fuck, you make me crazy, you know that?" he finally had no filter. you could feel your heartbeat racing with every touch. he quickly lifted one of his hands bringing it to your chin and guiding your face to meet his. "that was a question doll," - your mind sputtered for a moment before replying ever so quietly, just enough so he could hear, "i know.." ,he hummed contently as you answered him.

jakes hands snaked down, caressing the curves of your waist before running down your thighs, stopping before sliding them up your skirt and gripping your ass. "m,.. just these little panties?... my naughty doll..". your breathing hitched as you felt the wet spot in your underwear grow, trying to shift your hips around to hide it, which only resulted in him pulling your skirt up further. "ive been dying to fuck you all day.." you felt his large bulge pushing against your clothed cunt, earning a small whine from you. Jake smirked as he heard the beautiful sound leave your lips. he wasnt typically this forward with you, but you could see in his expression he was different than normal, his eyes darker, more needy, like he couldn't think straight.

"did you want my attention baby?" "m?, is that why you dressed up in my favorite skirt~?" you slyly nodded your head, "words baby,-" he carefully turned your chin leaving one of his hands fondling your ass. "yes jakey... wanted your attention.." you mumbled, he kissed your lips softly in reward. but before you knew it he was giving you the exact attention you were now craving, his lips pressed against yours moving rhythmicly together, the kiss was needy, sloppy, and above all hot. he carefully guided his tongue into your mouth, feeling your hips shift around needlessly, causing him to chuckle a little into your mouth, making you whine. "as pretty as this little top is, i dont think we need it," he whispered before asking and then carefully removing it from your body along with his aswell.

he quickly went to work, trailing wet kisses all over your neck down to your chest, he physically couldn't get enough of you, he would devour you whole if he could. he trailed kisses all the way down to your tits, carefully sucking on the skin, slipping his tongue down to play with your nipples. earning small whines and moans to leave your mouth as your head hung in his shoulder. "jake.." you whinned, you could feel your wetness soaking through your panties onto his pants at this point. he pulled away just to look at the mess you made, "oh baby, look at the mess you made.." he pointed to the wet patch on his pants, your cheeks were beet red at this point. "want some help?" you nodded quickly in response.

he wasnt going to tease you anymore, at this point his dick was painfully hard and he needed to fuck you before he would actually explode. jake quickly lifted up your hips pulling your panties off before setting you down on the bed and taking off his pants and boxers letting his cock finally spring free of its restraints. "what about-?" you asked as you still had on the mini skirt, "keep it on." he smirked

— too be continued?

honestly my first time writing and i kinda think its shit so idk if i should keep going or not, but honestly if at least like 10 ppl actually want me to write the rest, i will!! let me knoww...

moonstruck ── park sunghoon

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leaning against the wall, whilst your friends are conversing with the boys they’ve just met.

you sigh out of boredom. why’d you even join them? you hate parties anyway.

“hey, are you good?” one of your friends ask, due to your quietness throughout the night.

“mhm, i’m just gonna use the restroom.” well, that’s a lie. you need to catch a breather after suffocating in a mansion full of people.

“should i come with you?” she asks, whilst she settles the half-empty glass on the island.

“it’s okay, you enjoy. i’ll be back.” you reply.

“alright then, be safe. message us if something happens.” she says in a stern voice, before returning to her conversation.

smiling at her, as you make your way up the spiral staircase, lights illuminating each step.

second floor, there’s some random people here, you continue up.

ah the third floor, not a single person in sight. perfect. some peace until your friends drag you back down.

the mansion is quite huge, why was everyone crowded on the first floor? whatever, that’s none of your concerns. you’re at peace now.

the roof is high, and adorned with an elegant design.

your pace is slow, just strolling down the long, broad hallway. you see a huge balcony with a full view of the moonlit sky. beautiful.

you stare down, looking at all the cars driving in and out of the driveway, watching each person enter the mansion. was it weird? probably, but it’s not like you had any ill intentions.

your thoughts are distracted when you see a familiar individual enter the yard, making their way to the entrance of the mansion. park sunghoon, the imbecile that interferes with you at any given chance. it’s as if he’s asking for a punch in the throat. he does everything to piss you off.

but he is undeniably attractive.

his eyes lock with yours, a shit-eating smirk that can be seen from the third floor of a mansion. oh lord, peace is not an option tonight.

your eyes remain stuck on eachother. you’ve never been the one to lose an eye-contact battle. unfortunately for him, jake startles him, resulting in him breaking eye contact.

cute, wait what?

a few minutes go by, your friends are probably looking for you, as you’re about to turn around, you see sunghoon walking to you.

sigh p2. what does he want now?

you pull out your phone

f/n : where are you? are you okay??

you : all good, i’m upstairs, just catching up with a friend

f/n : thank god, okay be safe

“didn’t know that your phone is more interesting than me..i’m a bit hurt” he says, as he stares at the sky.

“nice.” you reply, with no care whatsoever.

“you know.. i’m starting to think that you actually hate me, is there a problem between us?” he asks with a serious tone.

“ask yourself that, you’re always the one to start arguments. do you expect me to kiss your cheek everytime you piss me off?” you scoff at him.

“honestly, i’d love that.” he says as he stares at you, whilst he tilts his head.

“excuse me?” you take a step back.

“you know that i only like to trouble you because you’re absolutely adorable, when you’re worked up. i like you a lot, y/n. you’re super funny and your personality is attractive.. just like your looks.” he confesses, taking a step towards you.

“cute, but i have a boyfriend.”

lie #2. you hate boys.

“mhm, you’re cuter but i know you don’t have a boyfriend. you hate boys.” he says, as he bends down to your height, trying to read your expression.

“and what makes you think that i’ll accept you? are you a girl?” you reply, waiting for an answer.

“i’m a man, i could be your man.”

well that definitely caught you off guard. the red tint on your skin does not go unnoticed by sunghoon. you can feel all your pride exiting your body as he chuckles at your state.

“you’re even cuter when you’re flustered, i’ll keep doing this until you’re mine.” he says, caging you against the balcony.

shit, how do you get out of this? at this rate, you’ll explode because of him.

your gazes are stuck on one another. you’re at a loss of words. you’re not ready for him to tease you about this for the rest of your life.

as you ponder of ways to get back at him, he tilts his head again.

him and those head tilts, drives you insane.

you’re about to say something but your lips land against his cheek instead. what. did. you. do. why do you always act on your impulsive thoughts?

the hue of his face turns to the deepest shade of red, as he’s processing what happened.

to him, this is probably a dream come true.

you smirk at him, knowing that you won this time.

“what’s wrong, park? moonstruck?” you tease him, as he continues to trap you with his arms.

“moonstruck indeed.” were his last words before he pressed his lips against yours.

your arms wrapping around him, whilst his hands are firm on your waist. he whispers praises and compliments between kisses, completely melting you.

“you know, my friends would be so confused if they saw us together.” you giggle as your hands rest around his neck.

“true, but it’s just the two of us.” he says before diving into your lips again.

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WINTER HAD FINALLY FALLEN OVER THE CITY, BLANKETING EVERYTHING IN A SOFT LAYER OF SNOW.

the air is crisp, your breath visible as you exhale, and the world seems quieter, more peaceful under the weight of the season.

you’re currently sitting at your desk, gazing out the window at the snowflakes drifting lazily from the sky.

the classroom is warm, a contrast with the cold outside, but you still feel a chill in your bones, one that has very little to do with the weather.

you’re used to feeling like this—alone, invisible.

you’ve always been the quiet one, the girl who keeps to herself, the one no one really notices.

while your classmates laugh and chat, you sit at the back, content staying in the shadows. — more under cut !

your gaze drifts to the front of the room, where the popular kids are gathered, as per usual.

they’re loud, carefree, the kind of people who draw others in without even trying.

you can’t help but envy them, but you also know you could never be like them. you’re too shy, too awkward, too...different.

your eyes land on jungwon, the boy you have had a crush on for almost a year now, ever since he transferred to your school, the boy who seems to have everything you have ever wanted.

he’s always surrounded by friends, his laugh contagious, his smile bright.

he’s the kind of person everyone gravitates toward, effortlessly charming and endlessly kind.

sometimes you wonder what it would be like to be his friend, but you quickly dismiss the thought.

someone like jungwon would never notice someone like you.

the bell rings, pulling you from your thoughts.

you gathered your things and slipped out of the classroom, making your way to your usual lunch spot on the balcony.

the balcony was your escape during lunch, a place where you can be alone, away from the noise and chaos of the students.

as you step outside, the cold air instantly hits you, but you don’t mind.

you lean against the railing, watching the snowflakes fall onto the surface, the world below covered in a fluffy blanket of white.

you look down at the courtyard, where students are huddled together, not minding the cold as they talk and eat.

your eyes find jungwon almost immediately.

he’s sitting with his friends under a tree, the snow dusting his dark hair, his cheeks pink from the cold.

he looks happy, carefree, and you couldn’t help but watch him, the way his eyes light up when he smiles, the way he talks with his hands when he’s excited.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice him looking up at you until it’s too late.

your heart skips a beat when you see him raise his hand and wave in your direction.

for a moment, you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

then, the panic sets in. you blush furiously, ducking your head and turning away before bolting back inside.

you rush down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest.

what was he thinking? why did he wave at you? did he realize you were staring at him? your mind races with a hundred questions, but no answers come.

the rest of the day passes in a blur. you avoid jungwon at all costs, afraid of what he might say if he approached you.

it’s silly, you know, but you can’t help it. you’ve never been good at talking to people, especially not someone like him.

the next day, you’re back on the balcony, trying to convince yourself that yesterday didn’t happen, that jungwon didn’t actually wave at you.

you tell yourself that he was probably waving at someone else, and you just happened to be in the way.

but deep down, you know that’s not true.

the snow is falling more heavily today, shivering as you wrap your scarf around you tighter.

you glance down at the courtyard again, but this time, you don’t see jungwon.

disappointment tugs at your heart, and you curse yourself for even caring. why should it matter if he’s there or not? it’s not like he’d want to be friends with you anyway, you tell yourself.

but then you hear footsteps behind you, and your heart leaps into your throat.

you turn around, half-expecting to see a teacher or another student, but it’s him.

yang jungwon. standing there, with that same bright smile on his face, a few flakes of snow clinging to his hair.

“hi,” he says, his voice warm and friendly, despite the cold.

you blink, unsure of what to say. your mind goes blank, and all you can do is stare at him.

“i noticed you like to hang out here during lunch,” he continues, unfazed by your silence.

“it’s a nice spot.”

you nod, still too shocked to form any words.

jungwon leans against the railing next to you, looking out at the snow-covered courtyard.

“i’ve seen you around, but i don’t think we’ve ever talked before. i’m jungwon.”

you already know that, of course, but you manage to mumble your name shyly in response.

he turns to you, his eyes full of curiosity.

“you’re really quiet, huh?”

you nod again, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

you’re sure he must think you’re weird, just like everyone else does.

but to your surprise, he doesn’t seem put off by your shyness. in fact, he seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.

over the next few days, jungwon goes out of his way to talk to you, finding you on the balcony or in the hallways between classes.

he’s always kind, never making you feel uncomfortable, it’s quite clear that he’s determined to becoming your friend.

at first, you’re hesitant. you’ve never had someone like jungwon show interest in you before, and you don’t know how to handle it.

but slowly, you start to warm up to him. he’s patient with you, never pushing you to speak more than you’re comfortable with.

instead, he fills the silence with his own stories, his laughter, and his bright aura and energy.

one day, as you’re making your way to your next class, you hear voices behind you—mean, familiar, mocking voices that send a chill down your spine.

you don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

a group of girls, the same ones who had picked on you since the fifth grade up until now, who whisper cruel things just loud enough for you to hear.

“look at her, all alone again,” one of them sneers.

“no wonder no one wants to be her friend.”

you try to ignore them, to walk faster, but they catch up to you, blocking your path.

“what’s the matter, y/n?” another girl taunts with a condescending smirk.

“cat got your tongue?”

your heart races, fear and embarrassment flooding your senses.

you wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and escape their cruel words.

after finally having a friend for the first time in years, you had forgotten your harsh reality.

but these girls had reminded you of the cruel reality, you’d never be liked.

before you could continue with your thoughts— a familiar voice had spoken up.

“hey! leave her alone.”

the voice is firm, authoritative, and angry, for a moment, you don’t realize who it belongs to.

but then you see him—jungwon, standing there with a fiery look in his eyes, glaring at the group of girls.

they hesitate, clearly surprised to see him, the most popular guy in school, standing up for you.

“come on jungwon, we were just joking around!”

one of them says, but her voice lacks the confidence it had moments ago.

“well, it’s not funny,” jungwon snaps.

“get out of my sight.”

the girls exchange nervous glances before finally backing off, muttering under their breaths as they walk away.

you’re left standing there, still shaken, but incredibly grateful.

jungwon turns to you, his expression softening at your bewildered state.

“are you okay, y/n?”

you nod, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over.

in all these years, no one has ever defended you from those bullies, they just observed with a look of pity, you’re not used to someone standing up for you like that.

“come on,” he says as he gently takes your hand in his.

“let’s get out of here.”

he leads you to the rooftop, the one place in the school where you know you’ll be alone.

it’s quieter up there, the snow muffling the sounds of the city below.

the cold wind bites at your skin, but the presence of jungwon beside you makes it more bearable.

jungwon sits down on a bench, and you follow him, sitting beside him.

for a moment, neither of you speak, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

“they’re wrong, you know,” jungwon says finally, breaking the silence.

“about you. they don’t know a single thing about you, they don’t know anything.”

you look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

“why do you care?” you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

jungwon looks at you, his gaze steady.

“because i think you’re interesting,” he says simply.

“you’re different from everyone else, and i admire that.”

you blush, looking down at your hands, no one has ever said something like that to you before.

you’ve always felt like your shyness was a burden, something that made you less than everyone else.

but here’s jungwon, the most popular guy in school, telling you that he likes you for who you are.

without thinking, the words tumble out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“i like you.”

the moment the words leave your lips, you freeze, your heart hammering in your chest.

you didn’t mean to say that, at least not out loud. panic sets in, and you want to take it back, you don’t want to lose the one person you have because of your feelings, but it’s too late.

jungwon blinks, clearly surprised by your sudden confession.

for a moment, you’re terrified that you’ve ruined everything, that he’s going to laugh or tell you that you’re mistaken.

but then he smiles—a warm, genuine smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“i like you too,” he says, his voice soft.

“i’ve been interested in you for a while now.”

you stare at him, your mind reeling in thoughts.

did he just say what you think he did? you’re not sure if you’re dreaming or if this is really happening.

jungwon laughs lightly, his breath visible in the cold air as his cheeks tinged with pink.

“i didn’t expect you to say it first,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

“but i’m glad you did.”

a shy smile tugged at the corners of your lips. the snow continues to fall around you, the world seeming to slow down for just a moment.

on that quiet, snowy rooftop, for the first time in a long time, you feel that just maybe, things could be different for the first time in forever.

as you sit there on the rooftop with jungwon, you realize that you’re not alone anymore.

you have him—a friend, and now something even more, someone who sees you for who you are and likes you just the same.

and that’s enough.

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 - gamer bf

heeseung’s arms are wrapped around you, controller in hand as you sit snugly on his lap, leaning back into his chest. “comfortable, baby?” he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. you nod, feeling the soft rumble of his laugh as he focuses on the game, fingers deftly moving across the buttons. “you’re my lucky charm, you know that?” he teases, pressing a quick kiss to your neck. you smile, your hands on top of his, “maybe i should be the one playing then,” you joke, but he just chuckles, nuzzling into your hair. with each victory, he tilts his head down to kiss you, the game almost forgotten in favor of holding you close. “i think you’re the real game changer here,” he says, voice soft

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - rich bf

“surprise, babe,” jay says with a grin, holding out a sleek, gift-wrapped box. you raise an eyebrow, already knowing his tendency to spoil you. “jay, what did you do this time?” you ask, but there’s no stopping the smile tugging at your lips. “just something i thought you’d like,” he shrugs, but the excitement in his eyes gives him away. you carefully unwrap the gift, revealing an necklace. “jay, this is too much,” you whisper. he steps closer, gently taking the necklace and fastening it around your neck. “nothing’s too much for my princess,” he says softly, his fingers brushing against your skin. he admires the necklace on you for a moment before pulling you into his arms. “i just want to see you happy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 - loser bf

“i can’t believe i forgot our anniversary,” jake groans, slumping onto the couch next to you, his face buried in his hands. you chuckle, nudging him playfully. “it’s okay, jake. i’m not mad.” he peeks at you through his fingers, looking like a kicked puppy. “you should be, though. i’m the worst boyfriend ever.” you shake your head, wrapping your arms around him. “no, you’re just a little forgetful,” you tease, kissing his cheek. he sighs dramatically, leaning into your touch. “how did i get so lucky with you? you should’ve dumped me ages ago.” you laugh, shaking your head. “never. you’re my loser, remember?” his lips curl into a small smile as he pulls you closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “i’ll make it up to you, i swear,” he promises, and you can’t help but smile “i know you will, jake. that’s why i love you.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 - overprotective bf

“who was that guy?” sunghoon asks, his tone a little too sharp as he watches the waiter walk away after taking your order. you glance at him, noticing the way his jaw is clenched, and you can’t help but smile. “just the waiter, hoon. relax,” you say, reaching across the table to take his hand. he sighs, still glaring at the spot where the waiter stood. “he was flirting with you and checking you out,” he mutters, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. you laugh softly, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. “he was just being polite. you’re the only one i’m interested in, silly.” he finally looks at you, his expression softening, but there’s still a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “i just don’t like anyone looking at you like that,” he admits, voice low. you lean over the table, brushing a kiss on his lips. “you’ve got nothing to worry about, hoon. i’m all yours.” his lips twitch into a small smile, his grip on your hand relaxing. “yeah, you better be,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes now, and you know he’s back to his usual self.