Just Like Rain / Chapter 2 Of 2

Just Like Rain / chapter 2 of 2

fwb!jeno x fem!reader  - 6.8k

sum: your friends with benefits relationship is great, but as life would have it, you start to realise that there’s more to it than that. (ft meddling kids Ningning and Chenle)

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns (laser tag), slight angst, fluff, smut (MINORS DNI); fingering, unprotected sex (be safe!), penetrative sex

song recs: Distance - Christina Perri, Blame Me - Monsta X

A/N: a little softer than ch 1, i hope you enjoy, thanks for all the love on the fic so far!

Chapter 1

Taglist: @girlwithimaginarybiaslist

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back in time - masterlist

member pairing: sunghoon × heeseung × jay

genre: single parent au, love square (?), angst, fluff, and a little bit of everything

synopsis: you and sunghoon were convinced you were meant for one another and married quite young once exiting high-school, but when he decides to leave to the states to chase his own dreams, he asks you for a divorce leaving you alone and with a child he doesn't know you're expecting. so when he turns up four years later, can he expect to fix the damage when your bestfriend jay wants to prove he can be by your side, or when the new doctor at your hospital, heeseung is after your heart as well?

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01: welcome dr.heeseung

02: sunghoon's great comeback

03: a flash to the past

04: competitor number three

05: bad timing for everything

06: look at the dna test

07: one too many bruises

08: stolen hearts

09: family of four

10: let's play pretend

11: the truth comes out eventually

12: sunghoon dad agenda

13: forgive but not forget

14: first date

15: spin the bottle

16: teenage things

17: if happy ever after did exist (1)

18: then I would still be holding you like this (2)

119 (M)

Preview: Drippin’ sequel.

Jeno goes into rut and you return a favor by helping him through it.

Pairing: Alpha Jeno x Female Omega Reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Genre: ABO universe, Idol verse, Smut, PWP, explicit language

Warnings: Rut sex(consented), unrealistic amounts of cum, dom Jeno

Smut Warning: oral, fingering, spanking, squirting, cum swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degradation, hair pulling, spitting, creampie, rimming, anal, knotting. Filth, pure filth.

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— play with me (m)

↬ pairing: gamer!yeonjun x f!reader

↬ genre: gamer!au, pwp, fluff, smut, angst, established relationship.

↬ type: one-shot

↬ summary: you just want your ‘gamer’ boyfriend to play with you instead of the stupid game he’s been playing for hours.

↬ rating: 18+

↬ word count: 5.5K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content: dom/sub undertones, ddlg themes (daddy kink), size kink (reader is mentioned as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’ by yeonjun), pet names, manhandling, dirty talk, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering, subspace, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie — this work is fictional and it doesn’t represent yeonjun in any way!

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↬ a/n: welcome to pt. 3673 of me being self-indulgent 🤷🏽‍♀️! this was really fun to write (for obvious reasons) *cough* 🤭 err— anyways, i hope everyone enjoys reading this <333! i know nothing about gaming tho, if there are any mistakes pls tell me

Time seems to be running really fucking slow today. Or maybe it’s just you feeling bored and lonely.

With a soft sigh, you unlock your phone again. Tiktok has to help you feel better somehow. And it really does, for a few minutes, until you get annoyed for an unknown reason. Letting the device slide down from your hands onto the bed, you follow suit. The moment your head hits the soft pillows, you turn over and groan.

What can you possibly do to pass time? Why is this so hard?

On any other day, the answer would’ve been Yeonjun, your beloved boyfriend. You would’ve run up to him with a whine and all your problems would immediately be solved. Yeah, his warm embrace and kisses are the easiest solution for your everyday struggles. Not to mention how effective it is, too.

Purely tragic that it’s “gaming with my best buddies all day long” for him today, and he has forbidden you to visit him in his game room unless he calls you or it’s an emergency.

You look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table, the time reading nearly two pm. Gosh, it’s been four hours already?! How can a human possibly look at a screen for so long without getting tired? No idea. You barely know anything about gaming, but you do know that Yeonjun is really good at it. His friends call him “aimbot” — and apparently that equals to a pro.

You wonder what’s so important about today’s game. He loves gaming, so if you’re coming over, you often find him in his gaming room. Although, Junnie lets you sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he plays on most days. Which is so unlike the stories you’ve heard from other girls about their boyfriends. They complain that their boyfriends don’t pay attention to them at all. And you find yourself silently thanking your luck because Yeonjun is not like that. He probably loves you as much as he loves gaming.

Your boyfriend is, what people would say, ‘a gamer’, and apparently when he has time, he does twitch streams too (but you’ve never seen him doing it)! He loves gaming, and you try your best to be supportive about it. After all, he has always done the same for you, no matter what or how bad the situation is.

Today, though, you feel incredibly neglected. And you don’t like feeling this way. You had hoped to wake up to his kisses and maybe morning sex (not your fault that he hasn’t fucked you in a while). But instead, all you got was a kiss on your cheek and his strict voice telling you to not disturb him. You haven’t seen any traces of Yeonjun since. And yes, you feel hurt. Fourteen months of your relationship with him, and this is the first time that he’s been so distant. You wonder if this is how it’s gonna be from now on. Maybe he was just trying to build a good impression at first, and now that you’re completely consumed by the love you have for him, he’s finally doing what he has always wanted to do. Gaming alone in his room without you being there to interrupt him. Is that what you are to him? An interruption he doesn’t wanna put up with?

The sudden turn of your thoughts leave you anxious. In the past year, you’ve grown to be extremely attached to Yeonjun. Maybe dependent too… but that’s a whole nother conversation.

Damn this bullshit. A shower sounds really nice right now. And some lunch too!

You get out of the bed, stripping out of his baggy t-shirt that is clearly a bit too large for your smaller frame. Shimmying out of your white cotton panties, you head to the adjoining bathroom. Who knows? Maybe you can get up to some fun in the meantime.

The shower helps you feel relaxed and fresh for sure, but it also makes the emptiness in your heart grow. You could only think about the times Yeonjun had held you close while standing beneath the calming spray of water, taking care of your body and sometimes having his way with you. Even though you tried to let off some steam by playing with your sensitive parts, it didn’t help. Because it wasn’t him. He’s an attentive and passionate lover, there’s no doubt about that. And maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed.

After entering the bedroom, you brush your wet hair gently, deciding to let it air dry. While thinking about the possible lunch options, you start to yearn for your boyfriend more. Adding more to it, the mirror reflects your sorrowful face which makes you even sadder.

With a sigh, you apply moisturizer on your warm skin before putting on a sheer white shirt from his closet. It smells like him. A small smile tugs on your lips at that. Yeonjun really likes to see his clothes on you. “Aww, look at my babydoll, she looks so pretty and tiny in my clothes… makes me wanna ruin her so bad.” His words come back to you in a flash.

You rub your thighs together unconsciously, feeling flustered. That was a pleasant morning after your first night with him. He had showered you with affection, practically worshipping your body. Warmth floods your inside as you briefly remember your first time with him, too. Gosh, you were so shy… and somehow he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed corrupting you.

The vivid memory of that night plays in front of your eyes.

“You’re doing so well for daddy, just like that,” Yeonjun watches you with fire in his eyes, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He hasn’t been able to fit his cock entirely inside you yet, but you’ve already come thrice now, crying a little from overstimulation. “You’re such a pretty little thing, what am I gonna do with you, hm? Daddy is so scared of hurting you, baby,” he mutters huskily.

“Da–daddy… I can take it.” you huff with a pout, clenching around him helplessly. A growl reverberates in his throat in response.

“Is that so? Do you really want me to go all the way in?” Yeonjun chuckles at your eagerness. You nod desperately, the urge to be a good girl for him being sky high.

With a groan, he gently pushes the last few inches of his cock to bury himself in your pussy entirely. You cry out, the burning pain increasing before it slowly dies down. Your boyfriend of five months shushes you, gently sucking on your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain he has caused. It feels too good to be true. You feel complete in a way you never thought you’d be.

Yeonjun increases his movements and brings both of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has you screaming his name, your tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.

“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, my little angel.”

You physically shake yourself out of your own imagination, whining. The material of your baby blue panties have grown damp, sticking to your core. Fuck lunch, the only thing you want your mouth right now is Yeonjun’s dick. You’ve sucked him off while he’s gaming before, and it’s always a treat to see him struggling to keep it together.

Feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring, you walk over to the wall size mirror. Your hair hasn’t dried completely yet, and the messy locks give you a naturally seductive look. Teeth dragging over your lower lip, you unbutton a few buttons of the white shirt to show off your legs and cleavage as you had previously decided to go braless. Yeonjun can’t possibly think straight if he sees you like this, right?

After doing a little twirl, you take a deep breath. This boldness you’re planning to show might have consequences… considering the fact that technically you’re disobeying him. Whatever, you’re gonna go to him anyway. Your pussy is aching with need and fuck, you being deprived of his attention for so long is not helping at all.

You walk outside of the bedroom, thoughtfully looking at the staircase that leads to his gaming room on the upper floor. Your stomach is in knots. What if he gets angry? You don’t like making him angry.

A shudder rocks your body. Think positive thoughts, your mind tells you. Maybe you can just go and take a peek inside? That won’t hurt anybody…

Even when you climb up the stairs confidently, your heart does backflips in your chest. The closer you get to his game room, the harder you struggle to keep yourself together. It’s okay, everything will be okay, you just need to open the door a little bit and peek inside.

With shaky hands, you turn the door handle, the door opening up a bit. Yeonjun is right there, his eyes jumping from one screen to another, controlling his character masterfully. You cringe when you hear a scream coming from the other side of his headset.

“WHAT IS BEOMGYU DOING? BITCH TAKE COVER!!”

Yeonjun has his eyebrows furrowed, a groan escaping him. “Soobin, tone it down, will you? I’m not here to lose my eardrums.”

“Sorry but I’m allergic to dumbness.” The person in question replies.

As the sound of shooting begins again, you start losing hope. He’s way too immersed in the game to actually notice you…

“What is the emergency?” Your boyfriend’s heavy voice snaps you back to reality. You look up to realize that his eyes are still focused on the screen, and you doubt if he’s talking to you. “Can you not hear me, baby?” He presses a few random keys on his keyboard before getting back on his controller.

“Yo who’s there?” A voice cuts in before you can say something.

“My girlfriend, can you please focus on saving yourself instead of meddling with others business, Gyu?”

“I’m trying, okay? You’re so rude.”

With a sigh, he presses another key on his keyboard before addressing you. “Why aren’t you answering, baby? What is the emergency?”

You swallow nervously. “I– um, I just wanted to see you… I miss you!” His jaw contracts, and you immediately regret your decision.

“So that is your emergency? Did I stutter this morning, babygirl? Which part of my request did you not understand? I told you to not visit me unless you have an emergency.” He jabs his fingers into the buttons of his controller, growling. “Is this a joke to you?”

Tears gather in your eyes, and you whisper brokenly, “Am I a joke to you?”

“Do not talk back to me.”

You let out a sob as his harsh voice reaches you, leaving the door slightly ajar to run away. You hear him say, “AFK, I’m sorry.” And the next thing you know is that his hands are gripping onto yours to halt you. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s too strong. “If you try to move around, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs.” Yeonjun hisses. You stop immediately after the realisation, still shaking gently from your snivels.

Once he has guided you back to safety, you try to get away again. Unfortunately, that only causes his grip on you to tighten. Your head hits his chest and you whimper in pain, giving up against him. “Is throwing a tantrum really necessary, baby? I told you beforehand, yet you’re doing this.”

You sniffle, “Le–let go of– of me. You play yo–your stupid game, I– I’ll go back to my p–place!”

“Stop being such an inconsiderate brat! What has gotten into you, huh?”

More tears escape your eyes, and you dare to turn around this time. Yeonjun’s expression visibly softens when he notices your tear streaked cheeks and puffed out lower lip. “Oh baby…” He reaches to wipe them away, but you put a hand before your face before he can touch you. He sighs. “I just don’t understand why you are mad…”

With the back of your hands, you dry your face partially and pout at him. “You left me all alo–alone! I’ve been sad all d–day an–and you don’t e–even care! It’s li–like I don’t exist!” Your breathing is uneven, tears continuing to run down your cheeks. “I mi–missed you so much and– and I just wanted t–to be with you… but you–” you whine with a cry, “You were so mean to me. You– you– gaming is more im–important than me to you.” Hiding your face in your hands, you snivel, feeling utterly stupid for breaking down like this.

“Oh no, babygirl, I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings.” Yeonjun pulls you in his arms, rocking you side to side. “You do know that gaming is my side hustle, right? And today is very important… I– but still, I’m sorry for making you feel like that. It’s not like that, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore, my angel baby, you know that I love you so much, don’t you?” He cradles your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together.

“All me–men do is lie.” You whine, sniffling. His face falls, arms pulling you in his chest.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. You might be my whiny little crybaby but you mean the world to me. Do you understand?”

You huff, leaning into his embrace. He’s quick to realize the subtle change in your mood. After a bit more, he stops rocking you, offering, “Do you want to cuddle with me when I play? Is that what you want, hm?” You nod after a few moments, a smile playing on his lips. How are you so adorable? It’s been more than a year and he still finds each of your antics very much endearing.

Yeonjun picks you up, heading straight to his game room. He’s been away for quite a long time and he wonders what has happened. Taking a seat on his gaming chair, he gently places you on top of him. Each of your knees rest by the side of his legs, your hands curling around his chest as you snuggle up to him. He helps you get comfortable, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “Where are all your clothes, baby?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You suddenly remember the real intention behind you coming up to visit him, your wet panties still sticking to your skin.

“It’s… it’s more comfortable like this, that’s why.” You mutter shyly, hoping that he won’t be able to catch your lie.

Yeonjun nods, understanding what you mean. “It’s okay baby, I know how uncomfortable bras are. And knowing that you prefer my clothes over yours for some unknown reason, I get it. I’m gonna turn on the mic and go back to playing now, try to keep silent, yeah?”

“Okay…”

He pecks your lips, wearing the headset and then you hear the sound of him clicking some keys on his keyboard behind you. Sighing, you nuzzle his chest. Maybe you shouldn’t disrupt him so soon.

The headset hums to life, several voices cutting in together. “Bro I thought you ‘d’ worded for real.” Soobin grunts.

Another voice intervenes, “Is everything okay with your gf?”

Yeonjun sighs, “So you guys joined another battle… I’m gonna assume that we lost the previous one?”

“Yeah well what else did you expect? Tyun was already out, and Beomgyu was barely surviving. Me and you were left but you decided to vanish into thin air because your girlfriend was disturbing you. God, I hate women so much. They never fucking understand. Anyways, what the hell happened between you two? She was fighting with you about gaming, wasn’t she? Did you break-up with her? Because I would have.”

Your hands turn into fists, grabbing a handful of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Yeonjun immediately feels your distress, kissing the top of your head before he replies. “Soobin, I get it. You’re single and you don’t know how relationships work. Refrain from babbling like a child, please. She’s here and she heard everything. Apologize.”

Someone guffaws at that, and a different voice chimes in. “Hey, Yeonjun didn’t tell me your name but I’m sorry on Soobin’s behalf… the second hand embarrassment I feel right now is unexplainable, lord. I’m Taehyun, by the way.”

You look up at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods. His eyes are focused on the screen, and he seems already invested in the new game. “Um… hi, Taehyun.” You try to not sound too awkward.

“Hey, as I said, don’t— Beomgyu! Watch behind you— yeah good— So what I was telling you, don’t mind Soobin.” Taehyun says back.

“Where is your apology, Soobin? I’m waiting.” Yeonjun skillfully handles his controller, a series of shooting noises ringing through the room. You look up at his headset confusedly, are the sounds supposed to be heard like this too?

“Yeah… um, well, I’m sorry, Yeonjun’s girlfriend. I’m really sorry. Women are cool. And I’m sure you are lovely! I take back everything I had previously said, please forgive me. Ooh a double pump, nice one, Yeonjun! Err, I— please don’t do anything, I’m still a virgin…” Soobin sounds scared, and you resist the urge to giggle. Others, however, burst into laughter, including Yeonjun.

A deep voice, which probably belongs to the guy named Beomgyu, manages to speak between fits of his laughter. “Oh my god, did you think your words through or did you just blurt out? I can’t, this is too funny. Wait, oh my god I need meds immediately.”

Yeonjun shakes his head with another laugh. “Soobin, I assure you that you’re safe, she can’t even hurt a fly. And about you being a virgin… you gotta take care of it yourself, man!”

“I hope you find someone who can be your first time!” you add on, earning another round of laughter from the guys.

“Aw, no, she’s a softie!” Taehyun comments and Beomgyu agrees. On the other hand, Soobin stutters out a ‘thank you’.

“Of course she’s a softie, she’s my angel baby.” Yeonjun says proudly. “Nice crack, Tyun!” He adds soon after.

“Holy fuck! Yeonjun you are so whipped! I can’t believe that you call her angel baby…” Beomgyu teases. Feeling flustered, you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

“I guess I am… but she’s an angel baby either way. So pure and so baby.” Yeonjun tuts, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from your body as you bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.

The conversation has shifted back to strictly game related stuff for a while now. And you hate to say this, but you’re feeling impatient. Being this close to him, you can feel and listen to his heartbeat. And his cologne, intoxicating as usual, leaves your mind in a haze. You feel so incredibly sensitive, pressed up against his firm body. And your core pulsates with desire.

Desperate for some friction, you start rubbing yourself against him subtly. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking on the skin in a hungry manner. Yeonjun stiffens up immediately. You feel his tense arms closing around you, but he refrains from making any sounds. Unhappy with his reaction, you grind your hips against his, letting out a whine, “Daddy…”

“Whoa, whoa, what—” Yeonjun mutes his mic and the speaker before Beomgyu can finish his sentence. However, he still focuses on the game, a growl escaping him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You’re basically rutting against him at this point, whimpers and whines falling off of your lips. “Want daddy…” you tease his earlobe with your teeth before whispering. It’s clear that he’s being affected, his semi-hardness now pressing into your clothed pussy.

“Not now, please, baby, don’t do this now.” His voice cracks at the end. But you only whine, slowly dragging your core against him. Yeonjun growls, putting his controller away to grip on your waist. “Why are you being such a brat today?”

You silently guide his right hand to your panties. He swears under his breath, feeling the moist warmth of cloth. Needy for his touch, you grind against his calloused and large hands. Biting his lip, he uses his left hand to bring you closer by your neck. Your nipples, hard and sensitive under the sheer cover of his white shirt, brushes against his chest in the process. A moan escapes you, his other hand massaging your clothed pussy.

“You think I can’t see through your naughty little tricks, dollface? I knew you were cockhungry the moment you opened the fucking door.” Yeonjun presses a hard kiss on your lips, slipping his hand past the waistband of your ruined underwear. A groan slips past his lips.

“Daddy, please… I just want you to play with me.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Two of his fingers glide across your drenched slit, avoiding where you need him the most. He retracts his hand from your neck, undoing the two buttons that were helping the shirt cover you. You arch your back as the cold air comes in contact with your hot skin.

“You’ve made such a mess, baby. What were you doing when you were alone downstairs?” Yeonjun finally lets his thumb press onto your clit. You gasp in pleasure, hands winding around his neck.

“I– I was lonely and– and I was thinking about you… aah– I thought about our first time. And–” You struggle to form coherent sentences. His thumb continues to stimulate your clitoris, his mouth on the nape of your neck.

“Mhm, go on,” he mutters before resuming his ministrations on your sweet spot.

“I was needy… I’m so sorry, oh god, I touched myself but it was not enough.”

Yeonjun trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. For a moment you think that he’s gonna kiss you, but his lips stop moving before it can reach yours.

“Did I hear that correctly? Angel baby played with her pussy while thinking about me fucking her dumb on our first night?” He smirks, feeling around your entrance with his middle finger.

You whine out of embarrassment. “It’s– not my fault!”

“I’m not blaming you, babygirl. It’s just so cute that you’re a whiny, wet mess for me. Can’t go without daddy’s cock stuffed in your little pussy, can you? I couldn’t even play the game. You would’ve started crying if I kept on playing.” Yeonjun removes his hand from your core, getting rid of the only piece of clothing left on your body. He cups your pussy with his right hand.

“Play with me instead… I’m better…” you trail off nervously at the end. Knowing you like the back of his hand, your boyfriend jumps to reassure you.

“You are, baby! That’s why I ditched the game for you. Daddy will never choose gaming over his pretty babydoll.”

“Really?” You give him the large, doe eyes, his heart melting. Gosh, he loves you.

“Really, really.”

You lean down to kiss him, your lips finally meeting for the first time today. Yeonjun hums in approval, cupping your face to take control. His mouth sucks on your lower lip, and you moan. Taking the advantage of the situation, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He smiles in the kiss when he feels you pressing yourself on him eagerly. Before you can comprehend anything, he picks you up and changes your positions, never breaking the kiss. You’re pressed into the comfy chair as he hovers over you. Wandering hands find your perky breasts, kneading them roughly. Breathless, you pull away from the kiss, crying from both pleasure and pain, the lines blurred because of the euphoria surging through your veins.

“Daddy… fuck! Please, I need you…”

“Shhh, let daddy take care of your little body.” He moves to your breasts, immediately attacking one of your nipples with his mouth. Yeonjun alternates between licking and sucking, his hand tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. A vibrating sound comes from somewhere in the room, but you ignore it. Your body seems to be on fire under his touch.

When he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away and blows cool air on your wet areola. You shudder from the feeling. Yeonjun focuses on the neglected nipple now, determined to leave you in a dazed state.

“Nngh– more!” Your cry echoes through the room. He presses butterfly kisses down your stomach as he gets down on his knees. You clench your thighs from anticipation. A smirk plays on his lips. Oh, he fucking adores you.

Face to face with your cute pussy, he groans. Starting from the puffy and wet lips to your eager hole and swollen nub — he is seeing heaven. You look at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”

“Daddy… please…” You move your legs impatiently, pouting. Yeonjun shakes his head with a laugh. But he decides to indulge in your little desire anyway. Flattening his tongue against your slit, he drags it upwards. The motion coaxes a mewl from you.

“Always so responsive.” He pushes your legs further apart, burying his face between them. For several seconds he just lazily licks all over your wetness. But then, he wraps his lips around your nether ones, suckling onto them soundly. Your hands immediately find his head, fingers threading through his dark hair strands. Yeonjun laps you up this time, his growl sending vibrations through your core.

The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. He’s so good, too good at this, your mind unable to think properly. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like you’re high, stomach tightening with each second.

“You taste so amazing, baby, you are so good for me.” Yeonjun moans, plucking his tongue out of your wet heat. You shiver and whine, wordlessly begging him for a release. He places both of your legs on his shoulder and bends you in a weird angle. Your body immediately complies.

“Ooh– oh, daddy!” you whimper, his mouth on your clit and two fingers inside your cunt. Your inner walls stretch immediately to give him space. He watches you with care, experimentally moving his fingers to gauge your reactions. “Mmm, yes…” you mewl softly, squeezing his fingers. Yeonjun picks up his pace eventually, wet sounds filling in the room. Your eyes are closed as you suddenly come undone, body going limp. He continues to finger your cunt throughout the orgasm, overstimulation soon blinding your senses.

“No– daddy, no more…” your thighs shake uncontrollably. You are unable to move but you try thrashing your legs, tears gathering in your eyes. Your nerve endings are over aware of every little thing happening to you at the moment. Yeonjun pulls away from your clit with a loud popping sound, his fingers coated with your slick all over.

“Shh, you’re doing so well for daddy. I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared for my cock.” He adds a third finger after that, pumping you mercilessly. Hypersensitive and body out of your control, you come once again, body shaking from the intensity of it. Yeonjun grunts, stopping his movements. “Open your mouth for me, angel.” You do as instructed. He retrieves his fingers from your pussy, shoving them inside your mouth gently. “Taste yourself,” he orders, your tongue gliding along his digits and sucking on them. Once you’re done, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you senseless. You tug on his hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours.

“Do you want that off, sweetheart?” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands stroking your sides. You nod eagerly. Yeonjun, as keen as you, pulls off the hoodie in one single tug, your eyes immediately drinking in his fit physique. Firm chest and defined abs… paired up with that face and his huge dick — he surely is a walking wet dream. Your hands reach out to him and he chuckles, pulling down his sweatpants before coming closer to you. “Is my baby happy now?”

You cling to his body, and to your surprise he picks you up in his arms once again. You only realize why once he presses you up against the nearby wall. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. “Daddy,” you gasp, the cold surface pressing on your back spreading goosebumps over your skin. Yeonjun nuzzles your neck affectionately. “I want you in me, please,” you give him puppy dog eyes.

“Anything you want, love.” He pulls down his boxers with his left hand, his rock-hard member springing out of it’s confines and slapping against his toned tummy. Your body is cradled in his other hand. With a hiss, he strokes himself a few times, looking into your eyes with lust. “You know what to do, babygirl.”

“Please fuck me, daddy! I– I need your cock in me… my pussy is aching and I can’t— ah!” The rest of your sentence dies down in your throat when you feel the bulbous head of his cock penetrating you.

“I don’t know how you are still so fucking tight. Fuck, oh my god.” Yeonjun rasps, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Your back arches slightly, welcoming more of his thick and long cock inside you. As usual, it takes you both a few minutes to adjust, his cock buried all the way inside you.

“You feel so good, baby, pussy taking me so well.” He mutters as he starts moving slowly. His moves are slow and calculated, building up pace with each roll of his hips. You moan and whimper, already on cloud nine from the pleasure.

Yeonjun holds you close, his cock now slamming into your cunt. He manages to hit all those right spots inside you, often brushing against your cervix. Your moans and screams, paired up with his groans and the sound of skin slapping create a sinful melody of their own. “Oh, oh, daddy— I’m gonna come— ugh, ‘m—”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you, angel.” His words are completely opposite of the crude things he’s doing to you right now. You shudder, unable to move in any other way. Your orgasm builds up rapidly, suddenly flooding you with ecstasy as you cry out. Gummy walls clench around his cock helplessly, making it harder for him to move inside you. But Yeonjun is no quitter. He increases his pace, rutting into you roughly.

Completely spent from your back to back orgasms, you babble a string of incoherent words. “You have to give me another one, sweetheart, I know you can.”

“No– no, daddy! I– can’t!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulder. He growls like a wounded animal, sandwiching you between him and the wall. It doesn’t take your overstimulated body long to convulse in pleasure once again, a scream tearing itself from your throat. Yeonjun hisses, your walls clamping down onto his cock, and, a hot liquid squirting over his abdomen. His brain malfunctions for a moment before he realizes.

“Fuck it, babygirl.” With a few more thrusts, he reaches his high, emptying his load inside you. Thick ropes of his cum fill you in, some of it running down your thighs. Although you feel like you’ve ascended, you whine appreciatively. You’ve always loved the feeling of getting creampied. And that is the last thing you are able to register.

Yeonjun waits for his recovery from the orgasm, your body entirely limp in his arms. He carries you both to the nearby bathroom once he has regained a bit of his energy. With utmost care, he cleans you up first, holding you close so that you are safe. He freshens up himself after he is done with you, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you in. You hum, immediately curling up under the blanket. He smiles, pressing a fond kiss on your forehead. “Rest well, baby. You were so amazing today. I love you.”

You smile sleepily, melting his heart for the umpteenth time. Sighing, Yeonjun goes back up to his game room to retrieve his clothes. After dressing up, he grabs his phone and is immediately shocked to see a lot of texts in the group chat he is in with Soobin, Beomgyu and Taehyun. He opens the chat nonchalantly, blood draining from his face soon after.

[Beomgyu, 3:17 pm] Uh? Turn your mic off? @Yeonjun???

[Taehyun, 3:21 pm] Okay yeah I’m quitting the game. I do not need a boner nor free porno asmr right now.

[Soobin, 3:30 pm] Wow… I’m… I don’t know what to say.

[Beomgyu, 3:33 pm] ??? DUDE ARE YOU STILL THERE

[Soobin, 3:45 pm] Yeah…

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distractions

pairing: bestfriend!jake x fem!reader

summary: “it's good that you've managed to do these few problems by yourself but can you work just as efficiently with distractions?” the answer is no—no, you can't.

warnings: smut, explicit & vulgar language, fingering (fem receiving), attempted cockwarming, breeding kink, mentions of exhibitionism, slight praise & degradation also not proofread at all LMFAO

words: 3.8k

this work is nsfw! reader discretion is advised. you have been warned.

math has never been your best subject and you don't know why you had ever let yourself be persuaded into taking physics, a science class that revolved around math.

you recall the previous summer about two weeks before school was back in session, jake had practically begged you to take the class with him. originally when you were given the option to choose between earth science and physics, obviously you weren't even thinking of choosing the latter; but of course, you couldn’t possibly say no to jake’s series of pleads, and the deal had been sealed when you recalled all of the times you had asked him for things–it was only fair that you repay him.

you recall the previous summer about two weeks before school was back in session, jake had practically begged you to take the class with him. originally when you were given the option to choose between earth science and physics, obviously you weren't even thinking of choosing the latter; but of course, you couldn’t possibly say no to jake’s series of pleads, and the deal had been sealed when you recalled all of the times you had asked him for things–it was only fair that you repay him.

throughout the year you had somehow managed to just barely survive the rigorous course and in a week’s time you would be taking your finals before finally being freed from school while also being blessed with three months of summer vacation; but time passes as though minutes were hours every time you found yourself in your physics class with jake.

you run a hand through your hair while huffing in both boredom and frustration. you were desperate for entertainment; finally becoming bored of counting the numbers of dots in the ceiling, you draped the left side of your body onto the desk before you and stared blankly at jake. “how much until class is over?”

he turns to face you before smiling, “just 3 more minutes.”

suddenly overcome with excitement, you jolt up with a smile on your face but it drops as soon as it appears; the mere mention of homework was enough to make you whine out. again, you turn to jake but this time you were pouting. “can you come over and help me?”

he sighs in defeat, “sure, i'll go right after my practice finishes.”

true to his word, jake had arrived at your house around 8:00pm. after his soccer practice had finished, he rushed almost immediately to the locker room to shower and change before he began his walk to your house.

the walk to your house was rather short, yet he still found himself suffering as a breeze blew against him—the cold, damp locks of his bangs briefly making contact with his forehead. by the time he had arrived, his hair was nearly dry but only at the cost of his bodily warmth.

your mother had opened the door after hearing a series of rushed knocks, immediately pulling him inside. “oh my god, jake, aren't you cold?!” she exclaimed. “do you want something warm? a drink, a blanket…”

“no, i’m fine! thank you though,” he lies with a smile before excusing himself to your room.

jake doesn't bother knocking and immediately walks into your room, tossing his backpack to the floor. you sit up from your bed, furrowing your eyebrows as you watch him. “why are you shaking?”

“i’m fucking freezing,” he admits just as the heater turned on, a slight buzzing noise signaling the action. “you could have just showered here,” you laugh while he sits himself on the floor; joining him only moments after. “i would have reeked,” he groaned.

jake leans to the side, dragging his backpack to where he was and you mirror his actions. a brief moment of silence falls between the two of you as the room fills with sounds of zippers, textbooks being slammed onto the carpet, and the spine of a notebook dragging up the side of a zipper.

swiftly, you rose from the floor and spun on your heels, walking to your desk and slightly bending over the surface as you looked around for your pencil pouch. while your hands busily roamed about the top of your desk in search of the pouch, jake had been watching your every move intently; holding his breath subconsciously as your tight pajama shorts rode up your thigh and even further.

in all honesty, he had never seen you in such a light. for the past three years the two of you had been best friends, the idea of being more than friends or doing things that would imply such, had never crossed his mind. not once had jake ever bothered to think of you in a romantic nor sexual manner.

though you were pretty, jake would admit, that was about as far as his attraction towards you would reach. in his eyes, you were just a girl he was friends with and nothing more.

just then, you turn around with the pencil pouch you had been searching for in hand. you cross your legs and slowly drop to the floor, jake still watching intently just as the image of you sinking down onto his cock ever so slowly, flashes in his mind. knitting his eyebrows together, his eyes screwed shut while he tried to discard the idea.

finally, your bottom meets the floor—your chest bouncing as a result. your face lit up briefly and you immediately began to crawl towards the boy.

again, jake watched you, this time his eyes fell to your exposed cleavage that swayed slightly as you inched towards him. “what are you doing?” he asks, gulping just before you look up.

you pause as your eyes meet his and you tilt your head to express your confusion at such a question. you thought what you were doing was obvious.

it was hard to maintain eye contact with you, he thought. jake simply couldn't help but let his eyes wander and finally fall to your chest. you looked enticing and his mind wandered.

in another reality, you would have been in this exact position; crawling towards him on all fours and purposely exposing yourself to him before hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats, tugging down his boxers in the process and staring at him in awe as his member quickly sprung up against his-

“i’m gonna sit next to you, duh.”

brought out of his thoughts, jake relaxes momentarily before jolting upwards when he feels your hand on his thigh, forcing it down just slightly as you sit comfortably on the floor next to him. “have you tried working on any?”

“of course not,” you giggle while he busied himself—opening up your notebook as well as his and taking out the homework packet you had been assigned earlier that day. luckily for him, the front page was easy. he smiles, “try this one,” he points at the very first question with the pencil you had given him. “this one’s really easy, okay?”

you look at the question and side eye him as he reads it aloud. “two solid objects are in contact as shown below. heat will always flow from object a to object b if object b has a…”

“specific heat?” you ask, watching as he presses his lips into a thin line. “close,” jake hints. “try it again, i’m not gonna tell you the answers.”

frowning, you read the problem again, skimming over the one that follows only to notice at the very bottom of the boxes mentioned temperatures. your face lights up and you quickly highlight option c—temperature.

the next two problems were easy to get through, but you quickly found yourself losing hope as soon as you read the fourth problem.

you slumped over, holding your head in your hands as you tried to think of the solution. jake is quick to notice your sulken state and sighs in frustration, making room for you to sit between his legs before grasping onto your waist and placing you in front of him; your smaller frame molding right into his as your back pressed up against his chest.

for a brief moment you were startled, but you immediately grew comfortable in the new position. jake relaxes his left hand, sliding it down to hold the side of your hip while his right pointed at the problem once more. “let's do this one together,” he mumbles into your ear.

unlike jake, you harbored feelings for him but you were still well aware that he did not feel the same. honestly, how could you not have feelings for him?

it's no secret that your best friend was handsome and it was a plus that he had the personality he did; he was practically a walking angel—though he wasn't as pure as you might have suspected originally.

throughout your friendship you had come to realize that your best friend’s love language was touch, and to add onto this, he was a flirt. now when added together, you'll get a tease and you were still confused as to whether he acted like this on purpose or completely unknowingly.

at times, jake would find it hard to not have his hands on you in some way. at first it was innocent, he would hold onto your shoulder as you walked in the midst of a crowd, play with your fingers whenever you sat beside him, or even draw small shapes on your hand.

but eventually this would escalate and become things such as caressing the side of your cheek with his thumb before letting it fall to your lips, placing his hand on your inner thigh if you were sitting or leaving it to rest on your hip if you were standing and occasionally he would make you sit in his lap; much similarly to now.

jake grabbed his pencil and proceeded to read out the problem you had been stuck on. “how much heat is transferred when a 0.2 kg piece of copper’s temperature is raised from 50°c to 80°c?”

“i don’t know,” you cry out while your best friend’s hand moves your hair to the side, exposing the entirety of the right side of your neck while he leans his head into the window he had created for himself. “for starters, you need to use something else to solve this,” he laughs. “you know what i’m talking about, right?”

“heat equation.”

jake’s arm dives beneath yours and he leans to write on the paper in front of you, bending you forward a bit before placing his free hand on your waist. the empty space beneath the question soon reading, ‘q=mcΔt’.

continuing his work, you plug in the numbers to the variables and in the small space given to you, you write out, ‘q = (0.2kg)(385j/kg • °c)(80°c - 50°c) = 2310j’ beneath it—after pausing to use the calculator on your phone of course. jake hums to himself, the smallest of smiles painting his face before muttering the words ‘good girl.’

you shiver in response almost immediately as the words register in your mind, squirming slightly between your best friend’s legs. he was more than pleased with your reaction.

jake was positive that you were putty in his hands at this point and with the way his mind never seemed to clean itself of the rather lewd thoughts he had been having about you; it was easy to say that he was putty in your hands as well.

chest pressed up against your back and his lips just centimeters away from touching the outer shell of your ear, “it's good that you've managed to do these few problems by yourself but can you work just as efficiently with distractions?”

your ears perk up and you immediately try to face him, soon feeling his lips brush against your ear. you whimper slightly, cringing slightly at the ticklish sensation.

jake’s head drops to your shoulder and he places a soft kiss at the base of your neck—his lips grazing against your skin before gliding up your neck. “work,” he mumbles, placing yet another kiss before attaching his lips to the area and sucking lightly.

you moan softly, gripping onto your pencil like never before as you move to attempt the next series of problems while his hand that had previously rested on your hip slowly ran up your body, diving beneath the material of your tank top whereas the other bent your leg slightly, hooking beneath your thigh to spread your legs open further for him.

his fingers danced beneath the hem of your tank top while his other hand moved your shorts to the side; humming in response to the gasp you let out at the feeling of cool air meeting your wet core. “it wasn't on purpose,” you joke, referring to your lack of undergarments. he laughs before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

continuing his movements, jake’s hand glides up your stomach, cupping your boob while his fingers trap your nipple between them.

with his right hand, he dips his middle finger between your folds, moving it in an up-and-down motion as he spreads the arousal that gathered there. “who knew you were so…” jake trails, smirking to himself as his fingers rub small circles onto your clit. “dirty,” he finishes, sucking another hickey onto your neck.

your head fell back onto his shoulder when you felt his fingertip prod slightly at your entrance. “tell me, y/n, were you—expecting something like this to happen?” jake asks, pausing between his words before finally pushing his long, slender finger into your hole. “you even went as far as dressing up for me; it's only fair that i acknowledge your efforts and reward you, right?”

his other hand fell to cup your breast, kneading at it slightly while his fingers moved slowly inside of you—his head resting on your shoulder, “you make such pretty noises for me, angel.”

“please,” you breathe out. “want more. want your cock inside of me,” you admit. “is that so?” jake chuckles, lifting his head to place a kiss to your cheek while he pushes another finger into you.

“do you really think you deserve it? ever since i’ve started touching you, it seems like you’ve forgotten about your work; my poor baby got distracted so easily, i should stop,” he coos.

“no!” you cry, grabbing onto his forearm to keep it there—fingers still moving inside of you. “i’ll do better, just please don’t stop,” you whine as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing up against the spot that nearly made you roll your eyes back.

you scramble to continue your work, making sure to try your best at answering the questions correctly; loving the feeling of his fingers curling up inside of you each time you answered correctly. “and to think that we could have been doing this ages ago—i should make it up to you,” jake teases, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek, removing his hands from you while you cry at the sudden loss of contact.

“get up,” he instructs, the two of you moving to stand before he leans down to pick up the books on the floor, dropping them onto your desk. only seconds after, jake hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts, dragging them down your thighs while continuing to help you step out of them.

his own sweats followed and you quickly place your hands on his chest, grabbing handfuls of his shirt while bringing him down to your level; locking your lips onto his before he pulls away to sit in your chair—spinning you around so your back is facing him and taking your waist in his hands before sitting you down in his lap.

jake is quick to lift you up, forcing you to hover above him slightly while he takes his painfully hard cock into his hand. he pumps it slowly before gently dragging the tip across your slit—gathering your wetness before pressing into your entrance and pushing into you. the sudden stretch making you gasp and grip tightly onto the arms of the chair while his hands grasped onto your waist once more while you sunk further onto him.

you took him inch by inch, moaning rather loudly at the feeling. “baby, be quiet. you don't want your mom to come up, right?” he smirks, finally filling you up to the brim.

his tip grazed slightly against your cervix and he clasps a hand over your mouth, muffling the moan that had nearly escaped. “ah, i can't imagine what she would say if she saw the state of her precious daughter right now.” you clench around him while subconsciously pressing your ass further onto his lower abdomen.

“clenching around me at the thought of being walked in on, tsk… who knew i was friends with such a slut,” he spat.

“jake, please,”

“please what, angel? i’m not understanding,” he taunts. “please, move. fuck me—i want you so bad,” you beg as tears prick your eyes, threatening to spill out. “and you can have me, baby. as long as you finish this packet and get these problems right, i’ll reward you.” he explains, placing small kisses along your skin while you hurry to grab your pencil.

you were trembling and the mere sight was enough to make your best friend laugh at you. shakily, you press your pencil onto the paper as you attempt to write out your work and answer neatly. jake places his chin on your shoulder, humming with delight as he watches you write.

he smiles to himself, removing his chin from your shoulder and attaches his lips to the crook of your neck, sucking at the skin harshly while his hands grip at your sides, almost pulling you off of him completely before slamming you back down. you yelp at his sudden movements, turning to face him. he laughs at your expression, “i said i would reward you, didn't i?”

you nod hesitantly, shakily returning to your packet to begin the next problem. jake had stilled in you, no longer making an effort to touch or kiss you while you worked and you hated the sudden lack of attention.

so, as you wrote, you began to lift yourself slightly before dropping back down onto his length, moaning softly at the feeling. again, you attempt to lift your hips once more, only to be stopped by jake.

his hands held a death-grip on your hips, forcing you to stay in place. “i never said you could do that,” he growls. “y-you just feel so good—i can't help myself.”

“you're so pathetic—trying to fuck yourself on me when i said that i would reward you; should i just pull out and leave you like this as punishment?”

“no, please. i’ll be good this time.”

he chuckles at your plea, finding how desperate you were for him amusing. “if you want to be good for me then do your work.”

you nod frantically as you scramble to begin the next few problems, clenching around him excitedly.

jake groans in your ear, sucking yet another mark onto your neck before pulling away slightly, letting his lips press kisses along the bruises he had created. “you're already so tight baby, don't do that,” he moans, just before thrusting into you harshly after you finished your problem. “should've fucked this pussy a long time ago.”

with his hands on your hips he lifts you slightly, rutting his hips into the flesh of your ass while your mouth drops open momentarily. you lean over onto the desk, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises that threatened to escape each time the tip of his cock pressed into your cervix; his moans filling your ear in contrast to the sounds of skin slapping.

you had been at a loss for words, simply basking in the pleasure and making small noises while your best friend fucked you dumb; unable to find it in you to care for the now abandoned assignment. “jake,” you moan, throw your head back to rest on him. “hm?”

“wanna face you,” you mewl, feeling him slowly pull out of you before straddling him while he aligns himself with your entrance once more. with your hands placed on his shoulders, you sink onto him, pressing your lips onto his to silence the moan that nearly slipped out.

“i want to hear you,” he whispers, thrusting into you rapidly while his hand drops onto your ass, harshly kneading at the flesh before smacking it lightly.

you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck while you continue to bounce in his lap, letting his thrusts meet yours. “so good,” you sob while his thrusts grew erratic.

“i’m close,” jake moans, slamming you onto him desperately as you continue to cry out his name—fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders before falling down his back as your grip loosens.

“are you gonna let me cum inside baby? gonna let me breed this pretty pussy of yours and let everyone know you're mine?” he asks, watching your eyes screw shut and mouth fall open at his words. “yes, fuck- i’m yours, i'm yours. fill me-” you whimper rather loudly as the knot in your stomach tightens before finally unraveling.

jake groans at your words, watching as you come undone from above him. “so pretty,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to your lips, arms wrapping around your waist tightly as he rides you through your orgasm, his own following just moments after.

“fuck,” he groans before finally letting his seed release into you.

you whimper at the sudden warmth spreading within you, crying out into jake’s ear while he fucks you through both his and your own high.

one last thrust and you fell limp against him, feeling the hardness buried within you soften before he pulls you off of him and lays you down on your bed, watching between your legs for any cum that threatened to leak.

the boy smiles at you softly before sighing and picking up both his sweats and tugging them back on before placing his hand on the door knob. your eyebrows furrow and you can't help but be filled with a sudden sadness. “are you leaving?”

jake laughs, turning to face you, “no, how could i leave my princess after this? i’m just going to get a towel to clean you up.”

you blink in response before smiling once he steps out, coming back with a towel just as he had promised. he shuts the door behind him, sitting on your bed while pressing the towel to your core; cleaning up any excess cum that resided there before moving to clean your thighs.

“is now a bad time to tell you i like you?”

jake’s heart skips a beat at your confession, yet a smile paints his face. “yes, very bad time. can’t you see i’m cleaning my kids off of you?”

all i see is gold - pjs (m)

banner by the amazing @sunoope​ <33

pairing ↬ rich!jay x fem!reader + fratboy!heeseung

synopsis ↬ Jay would do anything to make his parents proud. Prove himself as the successor to his dad’s firm, be top of his class, have the right friends, be the perfect son. So when his parents meet you at a fundraiser they’ve organized and think the two of you are dating, he has to get you on board with his stupid plan. Too bad you just happen to be his most annoying rival.

genre ↬ college au, rivals 2 lovers, fake dating - angst, fluff & smut - MINORS DNI (here is a sfw version if you’d rather read that)

warnings ↬ SMUT (virgin!jay & virgin!reader, oral fem receiving, dom-ish jay & dirty-ish talk, fluffy ass morning after), language, food, heeseung is an asshole, rich ppl slander

word count ↬ 23,493

a/n ↬ helloooo!!! im so excited to share this hehe, hope u guys like it! pls keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so i did my best and am now just praying for the best lmao. also i usually have a perm taglist but bc this has mature content i wasnt about to tag minors in it lmao &&& if anybody comes for me saying this is exactly like my hoon fic bc its e2l ish and has fake dating u’ll be blocked /j as always, likes & comments but especially reblogs & feedback are highly appreciated!!!! one of my fav parts of writing on here is knowing whether ppl like what i put out or not so its really important to me <333 enjoy !!!!

« Actually, I think what you just said is complete bull. »

Jay rolled his eyes for the thousandth time in an hour and a few sniggers were heard around the room.

Your tutor sighed and said in an exhausted tone, « Y/N, keep it polite, please. This is still a classroom setting. »

« Right, sorry. » You cleared your throat and sat up straighter. « I completely disagree with your statement, Jongseong. Just because a movie has young teenage girls as its target audience doesn’t mean it is completely insipid and has no value. If you look at Mean Girls, for example-»

Jay scoffed. « Oh please, you’re not actually going to use Mean Gir-»

« Ah, would you look at the time? Class is over, » your tutor interrupted. « You can all go home and ponder the riveting discussion Jay and Y/N led today. »

You were pretty sure you heard a general sigh of relief from your classmates. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame them: it was only the first tutorial of the semester for that course and Jay and you were already at each other’s throats, having something to say about every little thing the other proposed.

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