If Youre Comfortable With It, Could You Write Something For How Dom!gyu Would React On The Chance That

if youre comfortable with it, could you write something for how dom!gyu would react on the chance that his partner did use their safeword? how he would undoubtedly stop and how he would handle it? 🥲

safe/word. (18+ only, mdni.)

summary. in which you use the safeword with mingyu.

pairing. mingyu x f!reader.

word count. 1091.

genre. mild smut just for the scene, mostly fluff.

cw. daddy!gyu bc i wrote this (reader calls him ‘dad’ 1x at the end and also calls him daddy outside of sex), degradation at the start, reader says the safeword, reader has some self-doubt, comfort from gyu!!!, barely proofread and written at 3am

author’s note. it’s 5am — i hope this is what u were expecting !! i kinda just let this fic write itself w/o much intervention & second guessing >_<

you usually liked this.

you usually liked it when mingyu talked you down. when he called you names and tugged on your hair and slapped your cheeks. dumb baby. stupid. nothing but a toy for daddy. 

you usually liked this. 

but today, something didn’t feel right. something doesn’t feel right. you feel off, like there’s a looming feeling that resonates in your bones—numbness, emptiness, guilt. 

sadness. 

no—it’s none of those, yet all of it all at once.

you’re perched upon his lap as he thrusts up into you from below, his big hands holding onto your waist, pads of his fingers pressing into your flesh as he pulls you onto him in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. your head is buried in the crook of his neck with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. his cock rutting into you feels so good but… doesn’t feel quite right. for the first time in a long while, you’re… unhappy with yourself— you don’t know why. 

your lips quiver as a surge of negative emotions wash over you and you feel like you’re drowning. focus, focus, focus, you chide yourself, trying to zone in on mingyu pummeling into you, the soft groans falling from his lips, the wet sound of your slick cunt snug around his cock—

nothing. 

nothing works. 

you feel like shit. you’re falling deeper into your downward spiral that the words leave you even before they arrive, and you struggle to grasp at the words that are meant to keep you safe. 

“r-red,” you squeak. you say it so quietly that mingyu doesn’t even catch it. the tears rolling down your cheeks and wetting your boyfriend’s skin aren’t from pleasure anymore.

“daddy,” you say, louder this time—and this time you know he heard because he sounds out a fucked out yet quizzical hm? 

you say it again and this time your voice breaks. “daddy, red.” 

“shit.” 

panic and concern rush through mingyu’s body with a force so strong, it knocks whatever breath he has left in his body out. then he’s laying you onto the bed as quickly as careful can be, and he gently pulls out. he hovers over you, elbows propped up onto the mattress as his eyes scan your face in search for an answer. 

you’re crying. you don’t know why. there’s a pressure in your chest that’s begging to be released, one that feels like a six-tonne elephant’s foot that’s stomping down on you that you wish would just go away but it doesn’t.

“hey, hey.” he cradles your cheek in the warmth of his hand and his features are etched with worry. “deep breaths, baby. deep breaths for me. daddy’s here.”

you try. but your breaths skip over with each inhale and it only brings you to tears even more— why can’t i get even this right? you don’t know but mingyu’s heart cracks with every hiccup and sniffle.

“it’s okay, baby. you’re okay,” he mutters, the hand that was on your cheek now wiping away your tears and brushing the stray locks of hair away from your face. “m’here, love. you’re safe with me.”

you’re safe with me.

you can’t help the sob that slips from your lips and wracks your chest as the words echo in your mind. he’s right. you’re safe with him. he always knows the right things to say. you can’t tell which emotions surge through you except for one—security. 

“hold me, please.”

he wastes no time gathering you up in his arms, cradling your shaking body as you cry in the comfort of his arms. he stays quiet, allowing you the space to just let your emotions free as he rocks you both at a slow, comforting pace. 

“daddy?” your voice is unstable and creaky. “daddy, m’sorry.”

“what for?”

“for usin’ the safeword.”

“oh, baby,” he coos and he tightens his hold around you. “hey. none of that, okay? we have safewords for a reason. thank you for using it.”

you purse your lips, silent, unsure what to say. you settle instead for—

“i love you, gyu.” 

and he says, “i love you more.”

you cry a little more in his arms, and mingyu is more than happy to rub your back soothingly as you do your best to regulate your feelings and calm down. your eyes are closed, comforted by his warmth and the faint thrum of his heartbeat, and mingyu counts the breaths you take. 

“how’re you feeling, love?” he asks once he notices your breaths have finally evened out, no longer shallow, no longer skipping over. 

“better.” you turn your body towards him to snuggle closer and he takes it as a cue to carefully lay you both down. he holds you close to him, as close as he can, and kisses your forehead. you slot your head under his chin and into the curve of his neck. 

“can i… ask what happened?” he asks, cautious. though he knows that he did everything right, he couldn’t help the looming feeling that he might have been the cause of your breakdown. his chest physically hurts at the thought. 

“i just…” you start, trying to search for the right words to say. “just felt… not good. mentally. dunno where it came from. don't worry, you didn't hurt me. ”

the relief that washes over mingyu is immeasurable and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. you plant an affectionate kiss to his shoulder. “you were perfect, okay? you always are,” you say, almost in a whisper. “did i scare you?”

mingyu hums. “only a little.”

“m’sorry i scared you, daddy.”

“forgiven, princess,” he says with a kiss to the top of your head, a soft smile splayed on his pretty lips. “thank you for the reassurance.” 

“thank you for the reassurance.” you lean up and kiss his lips quickly. “love you.”

“love you more.” 

(mingyu kisses your lips over and over and over again, giggling between each kiss as he catches his breath. he’s doing his best to cheer you up, rid your mind of the doubt and despair that it was filled with just moments earlier. 

you do feel better— but you also feel like you need a nap. 

“dad—” 

kiss. 

“hm?” 

kiss. 

“nap—” kiss. “please—” kiss. 

“you feel better now?” he pauses his kisses to meet your gaze and you nod. he gives you one last kiss, one that lingers, one that tastes like an unspoken i love you. 

“let’s go wash up and we can take a nap, okay?”

“okay.”)

You just took a shower with seunghan. He gets between your legs so you could dry his hair, your neck catching his attention. (Suggestive in a way but only bc they are in towels + soft pants and moaning??)

# 10:06pm ; HONG SEUNGHAN.

⚝ bf!seunghan x fem!reader | fluff & HEAVILY suggestive | bf au ⚝ note ; this is so... (mouth waters) UGH thank u for requesting!! thank u for waiting and for ur support on all my works too mwah <3 + take care briizes!! hani will come back to us soon, i'm sure <3

Six weeks.

That's how long the doctor told Seunghan his broken arm would be casted for.

"Six weeks?" he echoed in despair, mind flooding with the realization of all the things he wouldn't be able to do.

He wouldn't be able to play his games, wouldn't be able to eat his favorite instant noodles by himself every day, wouldn't be able to properly cuddle you at night - he wouldn't be able to do almost anything.

He really shouldn't have tried that stupid parkour trick with Sohee.

But thankfully, he had you by his side to help him out.

And maybe, not being able to do anything was quite nice after all.

He's sat on the edge of the bathtub, both of you fresh out of a shower and only in warm towels while you ran a hair-dryer over his damp hair.

"Ah, be gentle with the tangles." he whines, wincing when you accidentally tug at one.

You're quick to apologize with a cheery 'Sorry!', and you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

All grumpiness fades once he feels your soft lips against his warm skin, a smile appearing on his lips.

Seunghan sighs happily as you continue drying his hair, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, and he can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world to have you.

You've been taking care of him ever since his fall, absolutely spoiling him with princess treatment.

He's really so lucky to have you.

He opens his eyes to tell you just that, but something else distracts him immediately.

Your bare neck was right in front of him, droplets of water falling from your wet hair and landing gracefully on your collarbone. He gulps as he watches them slowly slip downwards and behind your wrapped towel.

It was embarrassing how easily and simply turned on he gets, and all just from your neck.

"You look so pretty." he mumbles, leaning forward to press soft kisses all over the exposed skin.

You giggle at the ticklish feeling, but it's quick to turn into a quiet whine as the kisses start to get more aggressive.

Seunghan spares absolutely no mercy, warm tongue and sharp teeth grazing against that one sensitive part of your neck that sends shudders throughout your body.

"My pretty girl," he mutters, grinning as he pulls you into his lap and continuing his work of art.

Soft moans and whines reverberate across the bathroom as his hands start to travel across your body, your own ones busy tugging at Seunghan's hair.

"You're driving me insane." he pants, his eyes dark with desperate need and pretty lips swollen when he pulls away to catch his breath. "Taking care of me so well, gotta thank you."

The desperation only grows as he crashes his lips against yours, the towel being the only barrier between the both of your bodies heightening the desperation.

You felt so close and yet so far, and Seunghan needed more.

"W-Wait," you stutter, gently pushing him away from you. "Let's move to the bedroom, I'm scared you'll slip or something and get hurt."

Seunghan can't help but chuckle at your sweet and caring comment in the midst of his sinful actions, kissing over one of the hickeys he had left earlier.

"My baby is so cute," he coos, hot breath fanning against your ear. "But don't worry for now. I'll take care of you the way you deserve, hm?"

Your head spins at what he's hinting at, nodding while hiding your red face on his shoulder.

Without another word, Seunghan carries you up with his other arm and takes you into your bedroom - where he was going to thank you for taking care of him in the best way possible.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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I keep coming back to this😅

you look good in green chwe hansol/vernon x afab!reader (18+)

content: npr, drunk sex, hansol’s a lil jealous when he’s crossfaded, weed, verbal degradation, minor dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-hard dom!hansol, dom x sub dynamics, color safewords (green, yellow, red), everything’s fine he’s just extra, pet names (puppy, baby, babe, love), lil bit of aftercare talk

word count: 1.7k

hansol isn’t the type to get jealous. at least, not really. not often.

but when he does, it’s always unexpected. his posture is stiff, even though he’s hunched over, lips a barely visible line. it’s silent the entire ride home, the quiet unchanging even as you walk into your apartment. you’re not sure when is the best time to speak, but thankfully he breaks the peace first.

“he did it again.” is all he says and your brows pull together. he glances at you briefly, eyes cloudy with something you can’t read. “every fucking time we go over there, soonyoung is all over you. he has one drink and he’s touching you non-fucking-stop.”

you blink, the words processing in your mind much slower than they would if it wasn’t mulled by vodka. you lick your lips, trying to recall if soonyoung’s actions tonight were unlike his usual intoxicated moves, but you can’t seem to spot the difference. 

“oh,” you laugh, barely noticing your boyfriend not he-he-ha-ha’ing alongside you. “babe, c’mon,” you snort. “i think he just took a really big hit, plus he already had two shots. don’t forget gyu’s bong almost took you out, too.” 

“yeah, but i wasn’t trying to fuck someone else’s girlfriend!”

okay. little bit of a stretch. “‘sol,” you begin warily but he looks away, feeling around in his pocket for his pen, the light illuminating his annoyed expression as he inhales. your lower lip juts out in a pout and you take off your jacket, going to sit on his lap, your arms draping over his shoulders, fingers finding their way into his hair. “baby, don’t be mad. it wasn’t that serious, you know he’s always like that. and i don’t mind. i don’t give a fuck about him, i just want you.”

hansol hums around his pen, eyes darting to study your face. you tilt your head, pout growing. “you don’t believe me? you can’t seriously think i want anyone but you, baby!” 

he just fucking blinks. god, this man. 

you know he doesn’t really think that your interest could sway, but you figure it wouldn’t hurt to prove it. your fingers move melodically, twirling his hair around your fingers, tugging ever so slightly. with one pull, his head falls back, the pen sliding from between his lips. his brows furrow a little and he exhales herbal vapor into your face. 

“baby,” he starts, eyebrow arched, voice steady, testing. “want something?” 

your response is your lips against his, a warm, liquor and cannabis infused scream of want. your hips roll, your skirt riding up against his pants, a quiet mewl added into your kiss. when you pull away, your eyes are heavy, but not solely due to your faded senses. 

“you.” 

“fuck.” 

you’re not really sure if you slide off his lap or if he pushes you, but the two of you are discarding clothing all over the hallway as you stumble to your bedroom. by the time you fall on your bed, you can feel the soft bedding beneath your back. you watch him with a teasing smile, ready for whatever he has to give you. and what he says next is music to your ears, a word that sends chills racing up and down your spine. 

“color?”

you can feel heat build in your torso and between your thighs. you swallow an unintended moan. “green. fuck, green.” 

the small smirk that tugs at his lips has your fingers curling, and it takes so much to keep your hips from lifting. 

“perfect,” hansol hums, the bed dipping as he climbs onto it, his hands gripping your thighs as he spreads them. he doesn’t give you much time before his head is between them and he gives you a brief look before spitting on your cunt, watching as you squirm. “y’know i love you, so fucking much.” 

“y-yes, ‘sol, of course. of course i know that,” you’re trying to keep your voice as stable as possible, but it still trembles with your body. “i love—” the word catches in your throat when his fingers press into your slit, rubbing the newfound wetness across your pussy. he pauses, fingers on your clit and stares at you. “love you!” you finish urgently. “i love you, so fucking much. so–so, please—”

hansol chuckles, shaking his head. “you love that i make you feel like this, don’t you, puppy?” 

your lashes flutter at the familiar name, your hips no longer abiding to your rules as they raise, pushing into his touch. “yes, yes, love when you make me feel like this. wan’ feel more, please.” 

hansol is just as restless as you are, or else he’d remove his hand entirely after your impatience. he’s true to his word most days, but today multiple substances are on your side. 

his fingers are inside you before you can say more, shoving into you at an unforgiving pace that spells out each letter of his frustrations. 

“you like it when he looks at you like that? like other people’s hands on you?” the words are punctuated with each thrust, fingers curling into your walls with an intensity that has you scrambling to keep your thoughts coherent. 

“no,” you sob, the tears pricking the corners of your eyes even catching you off guard. “no, no, jus’ want you, ‘sol, please, fuck.” 

“oh,” hansol sighs breathlessly when he catches sight of your tears, cock twitching in response. “pretty little slut just wants me, yeah? can’t think of anything but me, no matter what?” 

your affirming cries melt into distress when he pulls his fingers out, no ease to his motions as he uses your wetness to stroke his cock, positioning it at your opening with little hesitation. his voice is low, a growl lingering in his tone, but there’s still a softness that brings you to reality for even just a moment when he speaks. “color?”

your vision is blurred and you aren’t sure whether it’s from tears or just tipsy delirium, but you still find the strength to nod, your hole aching in need. 

“green.”

the word is barely finished before he pushes into you, a short breath leaving him as he settles into your tight heat. your mouth is open, but no sounds come out, your lashes fluttering over your dazed eyes. it feels so good you could cry, you think. oh, but you are crying. and hansol loves the way you’re fucked out before it’s even started, it gives him the push to move. 

he slams into you and you finally find your voice, though its much shriller and desperate than you recall it being originally. “there you are,” he groans. “my pretty puppy, my own little needy cockslut, huh? just for me? ‘m the only one who makes you feel so good, makes you a broken puppy who can’t think for yourself, yeah?” 

everything he says is true, both of you know it, but you can’t manage anything past keen moans and babbles, the pleasure shooting your intoxication to a new peak. no one’s ever made you feel the way he does, never put you in a headspace that you felt so free to be a sloppy little mess, never taken care of you so well. the realization starts to unravel the knot in your core, waves of warmth rushing through your body in a way that makes your eyes roll back, your back arch. 

“only—only like this f’ you, only wan’ you, feels s’ good, you’re so—so good, fuck” your response may not be intelligible, but hansol’s satisfied with it, his pace quicker, deeper. 

“that’s what i fucking thought,” he hisses through his teeth, his pace becoming unsteady, hips stuttering. “you’re all mine, aren’t you, puppy? beautiful lil’ slut for my cock, obsessed with me, just want me inside you all the time, huh? addicted to the way i make you feel, the way i make you cum?” your reply is a broken string of yes, your nails sinking into his arm desperately. 

the sensation of you digging into his skin along with the way your expression shows how broken you are is the final push and it feels as though fireworks are going off in your brain, celebrating the heat that floods in and out of your pussy as the two of you reach the ultimate high. 

you’re still trembling, your body going through small spasms as you try to catch your breath. your heart is racing, your mind overwhelmed by the come-down and the emptiness that hits you as hansol eases himself out of you, the sound proof of how drenched you are with the blend of both of your bliss. 

hansol practically falls next to you, his arm draping over you and pulling you close to him. he kisses your forehead with a gentleness that sends a familiar, warm relaxation throughout your entire body. “color?”

you hesitate. “green… i think.”

he’s at full attention, suddenly sobered up, his eyes wide as he searches your face. “you think?” he echoes, clearly not content with the answer. “are you okay? did i… was i too rough?” 

the words aren’t coming to you as easily as you would like, but the concern in your boyfriend’s voice eases some of your discomfort and you shake your head. “no, but…” you shut your eyes tightly before opening them again, meeting his with a sense of unsurety. “you don’t… you don’t really think i… i like other people more than you, do you? because—because i don’t! and i… i didn’t mean to make you feel bad earlier, soonyoung’s just soonyoung and i don’t think anything of it because… i have you. you’re enough for me, and i don’t–”

“puppy.” 

you press your lips together, finally aware of hansol’s hand on your cheek, gently rubbing tiny circles into your skin. “i know. i’m not mad, love, i promise. i think it was the sativa-vodka combo,” he says sheepishly, a completely different energy to what you just experienced, but it makes you sigh in relief. “i love you, baby, and i don’t doubt that you love me. just… sometimes i get a little insecure about that kinda thing is all, it hits harder than other times. but… i love you. always, okay? every part of you. please don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. you were so good for me, was just what i needed.” he pauses, his fingers stilling. “but… you’re okay?”

you snuggle into his chest, sighing quietly. hansol, in all states, seems to know exactly what you need. in all ways. you nod, tilting your head back again to peck his lips. “i’m okay, ‘sol. i love you.” 

“always?”

“always.”

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only 'til dawn. [ljn]

pairing ⋆ badboy!jeno x inexperienced/goodgirl!reader

wordcount ⋆ 2.7k+

warnings ⋆ SMUT MINORS DNI!!!, softdom!jeno, smoking, shotgunning, car sex, big dick jeno, corruption, praise, light degradation, oral (m receiving), cowgirl, spanking (once), light choking, creampie...

note ⋆ i had to leave this one in my drafts for some time first because i didn't want to upload two car sex fics in a row then i wanted to rewrite it then i couldn't be asked to do that fully... so yeah, enjoy :D

"fuck," jeno drawls out as his head lolls to the side, "you're shit at this." he chuckles at your feeble attempt to give him a blowjob.

you look up at him, he seems totally unphased by your attempts to get him off, even going as far as to fish a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the inner pocket of his leather jacket. the scowl that forms on your brow shows how much it dents your pride; he smirks down at you tauntingly.

"open your mouth a little more." he places a cigarette between his lips and lights the end. "you don't mind if i smoke, right?" you roll your eyes, he could have asked before. at least he had the courtesy to wind the window down.

there was no reason for you to debase yourself like this, the whole situation is beyond demeaning. you’re on your knees in the back of jeno’s car, struggling to please him and now he’s having a smoke mid-head?!

it felt as if your jaw was about to unhinge at any moment, you didn’t know it could stretch this far. the girls in the videos made it look so easy, compared to them, the way you were slobbering all over his girth was far from sexy. not to mention how you were clumsily pumping the rest of his length. not to toot your own horn, but you picked things up easily, this was a whole different ballpark to academic work. 

"you're too big," you whine. your lack of experience definitely didn't have anything to do with the shoddy head you were giving. how he was still hard was a wonder, you’re sure he’s seconds away from going flaccid.

normally, he would have put an end to the whole thing. it's not like he wasn't one text away from a few girls that could suck the soul out of him. however, considering how unsavoury his reputation was, the fact that you, the university’s golden girl, and much-revered student union president, were so eager to please him behind closed doors inflated his ego more than anything else could.

he couldn’t help but find humour in how ardently you refused to acknowledge him in public at times like this; if you spotted him on campus you looked the other way. but the moment he shot you a text, you were swooning and giggling, begging to meet up. so, here you were, in the dead of night, at the back of an empty parking lot a couple of miles away from campus.

“you’re lucky you have a patient teacher, i’m going to turn you into an expert!” jeno directs you between drags of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the windows as he laughs at you being unable to get the hang of it. saying you feel frustrated would be an understatement.

"i don't want to do this anymore," you sit up, finally admitting defeat and letting his heavy cock flop down against his abdomen. if jeno were a better person, he would have stopped you a few minutes ago, but you were so eager to please him and he loved the adorable pout on your lips and how your brows furrowed whenever you were exasperated.

"then what do you want to do?" you can think of a few things, but they would be super embarrassing to say. so, you refused to answer. he sighs before slotting his cigarette between his lips, leaving his hands free to pull you onto his lap.

"wanna try?" you don't know what possesses you, but you nod. 

how bad can it be? 

he taps the burnt end off, letting the ashes fall out the window before setting the cigarette between your lips. it feels childish to admit, but the fact that you had shared an indirect kiss makes you smile. this doesn't last long, though; after a short pull, you end up choking.

"god, that's awful!" you squeak as he belly laughs, only stopping when you hit his chest. all he's done tonight is tease you.

"i thought so too when i first tried." he soothes you, so as to not incur any more of your light-handed wrath. "why don't we start with some baby steps?" 

you're unsure what he means until his large, rough hand is placed gently under your jaw and his thumb brushes over your lower lip, "open up for me, angel."

he takes a long drag before tilting his head to the side and filling your mouth with a thick cloud of smoke. you're not sure what this is, but it feels intimate. it feels as if he’s breathing life into you. your whole body warms and tingles, your head spins, and a fire lights in your core.

once his lungs are empty, he seals it with a kiss. it's slow and passionate. his hand slides round to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. maybe it’s the nicotine running through your veins, you feel lightheaded. you let him slip his tongue past your lips to dance around your own.

the sweet flavour of your strawberry lip balm he was used to intermingled with the bitterness of his cigarette. he can't help but groan at the fact you taste a lot more like him now. 

the cigarette he's momentarily forgotten in his hand gets flicked away to burn to a butt somewhere on the tarmac outside. his now free hand comes to rest on your hip. it guides your body forwards, bringing your clothed centre flush against his bare cock.

you mewl into his mouth, he swallows down the sound. he’s greedy for more and starts rocking against you. grinding out then gulping down your noises, they go straight down to his cock. it’s throbbing, you can feel how painfully hard he is underneath you. only when he’s met with an uncomfortable stickiness due to his precum seeping through his shirt does he put an end to his gluttony.

a begrudging whine fills the car as he pulls your lips away from him. the look in his eyes alone was almost enough to make you cream, it was different to the cocky, yet lewd, eye fucking that seemed to be his default. those dark eyes of his turned into endless pits of boundless desire.

warm hands glide under your sweater, tugging it over your head, off your body to let it land somewhere in the front of his car. he does the same with his own shirt, sitting back to let you admire the rippling muscles on his torso. you delicately placed a hand on his chest, sliding it down to his abdomen; it seems he doesn’t have to have his dick in your mouth to have you drooling over him.

“like what you see, baby?” the smug look on his face makes your stomach twist.

“shut up,” you smash your lips against his again before he can speak again. 

jeno rushes to unclasp your bra, pushing the fabric out of his way so he can knead at your breasts; not before long, his mouth leaves you to pepper kisses down your neck then it encloses around one of your pert nipples. 

“mmm, jeno!” you mewl as his tongue laps at the bud, causing your back to arch in search of more stimulation. a hand weaves itself into his inky, thick locks, pushing him to give attention to the other side. “jeno, more!”

“i love hearing you say my name,” he growls against your chest, “wanted to hear you say it all week, but you don’t even spare me a glance unless i have my cock out.” 

you ignore the slight bitterness in his tone focusing on how he nips at your skin, leaving dark marks he hopes will last until he next sees you. marks that he hopes others will see and know you belong to someone; you’ll probably chastise him later over text but he doesn’t care, anything to keep him on your mind like you're always on his. 

reluctantly, he detaches himself from your chest and sits back, eyeing the drying traces of saliva he left with a dazed smile. 

“what next? tell me.” his hands delicately caress your hips, your cheeks begin to heat up and you avoid his eye contact. “don’t act all coy now, where’s the girl that begged me to drive her out here and fuck her dumb?” 

you were still clinging onto the last dregs of your virtuous good girl persona - the last white spots on a canvas he had first found unsullied. your first sin had been naivety, too easily seduced by a good-looking face and the sweet nothings he whispered in your ears but he had been more than happy to lengthen the list.

you wondered if this was how you had always been - or was he corrupting you. he broke down every conception you had of yourself and no one outside of the car you both sat in would believe this was you - you barely did yourself. some would say he was ruining you, but he’d never make you do something you didn’t want to, this was all you.

“please…” you let your head fall onto the crook of his neck, voice barely above a whisper. “want you inside.”

“a smart girl like you can be more descriptive than that.” he strokes a finger down your back, leaving a trail of heat on your spine, in hopes of prompting lewder vocabulary. you take a moment to chew your bottom lip and swallow down the last bit of dignity you had.

“please, fuck me.” you weep against the shell of his ear, “fill my pussy up, i need you so bad, jeno.” 

“sound so pretty when you tell me what you want.” his low-toned praise makes you shiver as he flips your skirt up and raises your hips. he pushes your panties to the side to position his cock at your dripping entrance. taking a second to tease your slit, making sure to brush over your swollen clit, only to hold you still when your hips jerk forward.

“look at me, angel.” you perk up for him, “so beautiful,” he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his gaze holds yours firmly as he brings you down on his bulbous tip, stretching you out slowly.

you struggle to keep your eyes from shutting. your mouth hangs open letting out hushed gasps as you sink down an inch at a time. he thinks you’re the prettiest creature he’s ever laid eyes on. 

“keep going... yeah, just like that... so good...” his soft gaze, light touch and encouraging words make things easier. he can feel your walls begin to relax and hungrily accept his girth. 

“‘s so fucking big,” you wail out, not even having taken him fully. you couldn’t quite yet without his help, though you’ll get there eventually - he’d make sure of that. 

“i know, baby, but you take me so well. can you move for me?” you nod shyly, lifting yourself and dropping back down as far as you can with a long whine. up and down, you split yourself open over and over. 

jeno’s hands press into your flesh, silently encouraging you to take more of him. you work your hips faster, earning a deep groan from him as his head falls back. instinctively, your mouth attaches itself to his neck, mimicking the way he had kissed and sucked at your own earlier.

“for such a sweet, innocent girl, you sure do ride like a slut.” he breathily laughs as his hand comes down on your ass with a sounding slap. “like the way my cock stretches this tight cunt out.” there’s no hiding the way your walls clench at the sharp sting. you try to find refuge from your embarrassment by hiding your face in his shoulder, but he quickly takes ahold of your throat, forcing you to sit up straight.

“don’t hide from me,” he tells you warningly and squeezes your neck lightly. once again your eyes lock, his stare as intense as ever. your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you rest your hands on his strong chest, adopting a faster pace. 

he lets out moans which you naturally reciprocate, however, you embellish yours with his name; you feel his cock twitch at the sound of it. the look in his eyes turns wild as his fingers dig deeper into the meat of your ass, forming a nearly bruising grip; with the other hand, he’s careful not to cut off airflow but forms a hold that leaves you feeling dizzy. 

“you know exactly what you do to me.” he chuckles, “you were fucking made for me, made for taking my cock, weren’t you? yeah, so perfect, angel.”

your legs begin to shake, his words and his cock are quickly pushing you towards the pinnacle. you try your very best to work through the overwhelming pleasure and the ache in your thighs, wanting to get him off since you failed at sucking his dick. but you can't seem to power through it, tears well in your eyes as everything becomes too overwhelming, it's far too much.

“need help, baby?” his soft spot for you wins, “did such a good job for me. i’ll take care of you, make you cum all over my cock. want that?”

“please, need to cum so bad.” his hand leaves your neck and places itself and your other asscheek. he plants his feet firmly and then rams up into you.

your brain goes blank in an instant. 

he’s deep. so deep. too deep!

you cry out, nails digging into his broad, muscular shoulders to anchor yourself. the tears that had threatened to leave your eyes before stream down your face, staining your cheeks. your whole body quivers as his cock lays kisses on your cervix with each thrust. 

“jeno, oh my god, right there!” you practically scream. his face screws at the feeling of your walls constricting, getting tighter by the second and making it harder to move; he powers through by jackhammering into you with more force. 

it feels like you could break at any moment, he's bouncing you on his cock like you're a ragdoll and you're too weak to do anything but take and enjoy it. all it takes is a few more thrusts before you’re creaming all over him. your body seizes as your eyes roll back, and his name tumbles from your lips incessantly in pleasured sobs. 

it’s hard to keep you in one place as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, but he handles your squirming body with ease using his strength. the most ungodly wet squelches fill the car as he races towards his own release, your sticky mess clings to both of your thighs. 

“shit… pussy’s sucking me in so deep, gonna cum.” his chest rises and falls dramatically, he can barely breathe. his thrusts get choppier as he loses himself to the feral urge to paint your insides pearly white.

a heavy groan rips through him as his balls tighten, he nestles his cock nice and deep as he pours hot spurts of cum into you. he fills you with warmth; you feel complete for a moment. unfortunately, all good things must come to an end eventually. 

you could almost start crying again when he pulls you off of him. his praise on how well you took his cum as it dribbles out of your cunt makes up for it, though. his tongue swipes across his lips as he watches it drip all over his cock, unbothered by the fact half of it is soiling his leather car seats too. 

the sound of your wild breathing is all that fills the car for a moment until his lips find yours one last time. breathlessly kissing you, there is less vigour than before but just as much passion. your heart warms for a moment at the almost bashful smile on his face as he rests his forehead against yours and wipes the tears that still cling to your soft skin.

this feels right, perfect even, but it only takes a few words for him to fuck it all up.

“wanna come over to mine?” jeno regrets his words immediately, the expression on your face sour at the thought of someone spotting you walking into his dorm or one of his loud-mouthed roommates blabbering about you spending the night together.

give jeno a hand and he’ll end up taking the whole arm.

you pull away from him suddenly remembering who you are.

“don’t be ridiculous, you know i can’t even be caught dead with you.” you grimace at the mess between your legs as you reposition your panties; then, you search for the clothing he had strewn around the car.

you don’t even look at him when you demand him to. “just drop me off where you usually do.”

jeno grins even at your cold-hearted rejection. not just anyone could say they had a place between your legs; he’s sure he’ll have a place in your heart too soon enough…

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his cheeks full of grapes 😭

seven minutes

( sjy )​⠀​⠀•⠀​⠀seven minutes in heaven w/ your enemy, or is he? wc 1k⠀fluff,⠀enemies to lovers​⠀jake​⠀w.​⠀mentions of kissing

if someone asked you if there was one person you hated the most, it would be jake.

although it seemed as if the universe decided to go against you, tangling your strings once again and leaving you currently locked inside a closet with him for a childish game called seven minutes in heaven.

at least seven minutes is quite short, you suppose.

“you like me too much, huh? spinning that bottle only for it to land on me.”

—or not. seven minutes feels like hours when it’s spent with jake, and if it weren't for the darkness staining your vision, perhaps you would’ve punched his face by now.

“no, and whatever it is that you’re expecting, we’re not kissing, sim.” the tone is harsh coming out of you, but it wasn't enough to not make him chuckle.

“ah, you might have to rethink your words, sweetheart.”

jake has not spoken since.

a few moments pass by with silence hanging in the space between the two of you.

this isn't something you're used to—the way jake is so quiet and the lack of teases that comes out from him. although you find yourself annoyed with him every time he runs his mouth, your heart clenches when it feels as if you couldn't feel his presence.

not being able to see him with your very eyes scares you, and a little bit of banter with jake is something you’d rather have than nothing at all.

“jake."

“yeah?”

“you’re too quiet.”

laughter spills out of his lips, “miss my voice that much already? why, don't tell me you're scared of the dark?”

the silence coming from you is enough as a reply, the laughter dying down on jake’s tongue and replaced with something else. “wait, you're actually scared?”

“don't make fun of me for it,” you raise your voice, defensive. “i just don't like how i can't see you.”

if only you could see the way his eyes softened, then perhaps you would've seen the amount of care reflected in his eyes he reserved just for you.

a sigh escapes from him breathlessly.

“don't worry. i won't make fun of you, sweetheart. not like this.”

all of a sudden, a pair of warm, gentle hands clasps onto your wrists and brings it onto his shoulders. it’s broad as you feel it on the tips of your fingers, and the action brings a sudden flush to your cheeks at the realization.

his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close, excessively close to the point that all you could do is settle your head against his chest. with his touch on your back, his breath fanning your skin, and his heart drumming in your ears, you didn't need to see him to know he’s with you.

“is this okay?” he whispers in your ear.

“better," you reply.

“ah, aren't i so sweet? this is why we should go from friends to lovers already.”

you punch his chest, earning a faint “ow” from him. “it’s enemies to lovers, sim.”

“huh, so you do think we’ll be lovers.” you can almost feel the smug grin in his face after he says those words, and it only leaves you clutching on his shirt tighter. from irritation or the fact that he’s right, you didn't know, although your heart tells you otherwise.

“no, that’s not my point. the point is that we hate each other too much that we can't even be lovers, sim.”

he pauses for a few seconds, “you think i hate you?”

“yes, you do,” you say with full certainty. “you always follow me around wherever i go just to annoy me. you even make fun of me or always poke my arm during class. you really know how to rile me up, don't you?”

“do you think i do that with anyone else?” he asks, desperation starts to lace itself in his voice the more he speaks. “think about it. i only do those things because it’s the only way for me to get your attention. i do all those things because it’s you and because i only ever liked you, no one else.”

the confession has your mind reeling as you think back to the memories you shared with him. everything, from his gestures to his actions. and the more you think about it, the more it makes sense.

how he’d join you under your umbrella when it rains, saying he could never be bothered to buy one when he has you instead. how he’d make you wear his jacket when it was winter because it was “too heavy.” and how he’d sit down next to you whenever you were studying at the library with the excuse that he was going to study as well.

(all he did was sleep each time. but he stayed, and he was making sure to accompany you until the very end.)

it was in those moments where his feelings lingered—where his heart was open in the palms of his hands, just beating and waiting for you to take.

and it overwhelms you, more than you’d like to admit.

“i find it hard to believe.”

“i can prove it to you if you’ll let me.” his hands travel to your cheeks, his thumb tracing over your lips so he knows where to find it.

his heart is open once again. this time, you take it.

“prove it.”

and then it comes—his lips touch your own without wasting a single second. it is slow at first, hesitant, until the months of pent-up emotions rises in his throat that he needed to let it all out.

the kiss becomes rushed and messy the way two lovers dance carelessly under the rain, your arms wrapping around his neck and hands tugging on his hair.

you drown yourself in his love, longingly, passionately.

as soon as the two of you pull away, the door finally opens. the sudden light blinds your eyes for a moment, and when your vision finally clears, the first thing you see is jake with his face flushed and chest breathing heavily.

a smile then etches on his lips. but this time, it isn't another one of his smirks you’ve learned to recognize.

this time, it’s a smile of knowing.

a smile of pure happiness and joy and elation that he finally has you.

“i told you to rethink your words, love.”

© hysgf⠀ in honor of jake month and enhypen cb day heh