Paarksunghoon

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Jake finally taking you after months of uncertainty whether you like him or not. Pushing you against a wall, rough and passionate making out, and him being a softdom. Pleaseeeeeeee.

i imagined jake wearing glasses 😋 bonus points if the neighbors are heeseung, jay and sunghoon and they all hear jake fuck you lol

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It all started with a stupid semester project.

Jake hates group work. He hates relying on people and he hates when his partners don’t complete their portion of the work. Jake thinks they’re lazy and good-for-nothing, even though he knows he’s being dramatic. He hates being the only person to contribute to the Google doc and he loathes it when the grade is dependent on everyone as a whole and not individually.

He meets you in Advanced Research Methods. It’s a required class for mathematical and physics majors in order to graduate, and Jake has pushed off taking it for as long as he could because he hates the idea of researching data with a partner. He knows the professor well enough to assume that there would be group work (he assumes correctly) but absolutely nothing could’ve prepared him from laying eyes on you for the first time.

When Dr. Kang announces the partners for the semester-long research project, Jake’s tapping his pen against his leg when he starts to hear names being called out. His ears perk up when he hears his own. When your name is said, Jake looks up and finds that you’re staring right at him.

You look so put together. Jake doesn’t know what it is about you that makes you look like you’ve got it all figured out. Maybe it’s because your hair looks particularly neat compared to all of the other people sitting around him. Perhaps it’s your laptop and notebook right next to it. Whatever it is, he finds himself a bit nervous to inevitably approach you in order to begin working on the project.

Dr. Kang allows the students to mingle and get to know one their project partners during the last ten minutes of class to exchange information. When you take initiative to walk to where Jake is sitting and occupy the seat next to him, he finds himself stuttering.

“H-Hey,” he says pathetically. You’re prettier up close.

“Hi! Jake, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Here’s my phone. Why don’t you put your number in.”

Jake’s hands are almost shaking as he holds your phone between his hands and settles with ‘Jake Sim - Research Methods’ as his contact so you remember him. When he hands it back to you, he watches you type away before he feels his own phone buzz.

Unknown Number: hi! it’s yn.

He saves the contact quickly before class ends and the two of you decide to wait until the next class to set a time to meet to work on the project.

Jake’s worries about group projects disappear when he begins working with you. You’re punctual, never a minute late when the two of you agree to meet after classes to work on it. You contribute to brainstorming sessions and crunch data numbers like you’re the best at it. Jake finds that he’s able to divide up the work evenly and sleeps at a decent hour because he doesn’t have to stay up late to finish an extra portion.

Your intellect is attractive to him. You’re able to explain difficult theories and statistical processes to him better than any professor he’s ever hard. Only, it becomes hard to listen to you talk because he keeps staring at your lips.

They’re so kissable. Jake wonders what they must feel like against his own. He imagines grabbing your face with his hands and planting one on you when you talk about SPSS but he doesn’t act on it, fearing that he may make you uncomfortable. Jake loves it when you start to wear shorter dresses and skirts because the weather is warming up. He likes seeing your thighs stick to the seats and watching you pull the fabric down to prevent flashing everybody.

As the months go by, he realizes he’s learned a lot about you. You’re not from around and you dream of working in astrophysics one day. You love the color green and you’re obsessed with tangerines to the point where he bought a bag just to present you with one at every session. You’re a night owl and you love all kinds of music except country, and you prefer coffee over tea.

Jake also knows that your body is gorgeous. Your legs look stunning in shorter skirts and your tits look beautiful when they almost spill out of your crop tops. He knows what your thighs look like when you sit and how your skirt rides up to accommodate the new angle you’ve put yourself in.

It messes with his head because sometimes, he swears you might like him, too.

You laugh at his corny math jokes and ask him to hang out with you on the weekends. You let him buy you coffee and meals when it’s late into the night. You let him walk you home and you even allow Jake to nap on your bed when he comes over to work on the project after long, hot days.

It all comes to a boiling point one Thursday evening when he’s alone with you in your dorm. Your roommate is gone until Monday and Jake is sitting on the bed whilst you’re sitting on the desk chair, stretching your arms above your head until your shirt rides up. He can see your skin and wonders how soft you must be.

For just a moment, Jake wonders what your bare skin would feel like against his palms. Your breasts look plush to the touch and he’d bet anything that your pussy would feel so amazing against his fingers and cock when you’re wet. He imagines sliding his dick in and out of your tight hole, pumping until he’s coming inside of you and making you messier than before.

But he regrets this thought because he’s half hard in his sweatpants and there’s no way to hide it.

“I, uh, think I’m gonna head back to my dorm,” Jake announces as he puts a notebook in front of his crotch.

“Already?” You turn around and pout at him. “But you got here thirty minutes ago.”

Jake shuffles to the door. “Sorry, Y/N. I think I’ll do my portion there.”

“Jake, I really need you here to complete my part. We’re supposed to turn in the second half of the report this week and I need your help to do it.”

God, you sound so hot when you’re asking him to stay.

He panics when you stand from your seat to approach him as he motions to open the door. The sound of your chair scraping against the floor startles him until he drops the notebook that’s been covering his semi-hard dick. You gasp.

“Are you hard?”

Bashfully, Jake sighs and tries to back away from you. “This I why I wanted to leave, okay? I…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You look at his crotch and then back up at him. “Why are you hard?”

Jake’s face heats up even more. “I-I don’t know.”

“Jaeyun.” Your voice sounds so delicate saying his name like that.

“It’s because I like you and you’re wearing shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, okay?!” He sighs. “I’ve liked you since the second time we worked on the project because that’s when I knew I could rely on you. Everything else was just circumstance and now I need to go to my dorm so I can take care of this.”

“I can help,” you tell him. You say it just shy of confidently and he can’t tell if you feel bad for him or not.

“You don’t have to say or do anything. I already made this weird.”

You force yourself to stop looking at his cock. Knowing Jake, he’s too embarrassed to realize that your proposition is genuine and that you’ve harbored a crush on him since becoming partners with him too. So you muster up enough courage to press your lips to his and hope the message is clear.

Jake’s eyes widen against your mouth and you pull back after a few seconds to see the astonished look on his face. “I like you too, dummy. Have since you started bringing me tangerines after knowing me for two weeks.”

“Really?”

You nod. “Mhm. Can I kiss you again?”

Jake captures your mouth in a kiss the way he wants to—his hands grab your jaw and he pushes his lips against yours until he’s turning you. You feel your back hit the hard wall and gasp into the kiss, allowing Jake to lick your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation dances across your chest and you gush out a stream of wetness at Jake’s urgency.

“Could’ve been kissing you all this time,” he mutters against your neck as he drags his lips down your skin. “Feel what you do to me.”

Without detaching himself from you, Jake puts your hand on his hardened cock and hears you whimper at the feeling. He coaxes you to squeeze him through the fabric and moans against your neck when you do.

“Such a good girl, listening to me like that.” He pulls away and pushes his hips into your palm. “I’m always hard for you.”

“R-Really?”

“You’re so hot, Y/N. You have to know that.”

Jake doesn’t let you respond. He grips your waist and pushes his plump lips back on yours and kisses you with fervor until your own lips have become swollen. The two of you emit breathy moans in the quiet of your dorm room and your free hand pushes Jake’s sweats down until his cock springs free. The hand around his dick collects the precum that has oozed from his swollen head and you smear it over his skin.

“Fuck me,” he moans to himself. “You’re perfect.”

“Your cock is perfect,” you choke. “So big.”

“Yeah? Can you spit on it for me?” You do as he says, leaning forward until a wad of it touches his slit. Jake smiles at you lustfully and squeezes your hips. “Good girl. Always so good, aren’t you? Makes me wonder how good you’ll be for me when I fuck you.”

“I’ll be so good,” you whine as you twist your hand up and down his length. Jake resumes kissing your neck and the electricity makes your pussy quiver. “I want you inside of me now.”

“Now? You think you’re wet enough?” You nod. “We’ll just have to see, now won’t we?”

Jake’s movements are hurried as he pushes your shorts down until they’re at your knees. You aren’t lying. You’re really wet. The cute baby pink panties you wear are soiled and he feels it when his fingers come in contact with the fabric.

The short whimper you let out is enough for Jake to short circuit. He doesn’t believe this is real. Even less so when you maneuver his cock until the tip it pushing against your covered core, gathering your wetness to coat his cock.

“Fuck, you really are perfect,” Jake whispers against you. He pulls back to watch as you stroke him while keeping the tip plush against you as if to coax him into fucking your hole. Jake’s mouth hangs open at the delicious sensation of the wet fabric against his cock head and decides you’re wet enough to take all of him.

He relishes in your gasp when he forces you to turn around. You push your ass towards him and Jake slaps your right ass cheek with his big hands until the sound reverberates in the room. Jake pulls your panties down until they join your shorts halfway down your legs and pushes his cock against you.

“How are you so fucking wet?” he mutters.

“It’s all for you.”

“Fuck yes it is.”

Without bothering to pull his sweatpants off, Jake uses his hand to slide the tip up and down your slit until you’re arching your back and clutching the wall to the best of your ability. The wet splashes make him even hornier and he pushes the head into you until you envelop him.

Slowly, Jake pushes into you inch by inch and holds you by the waist. He rubs your bare skin and coos at you when you wiggle your ass to get more of him. The pain feels exceptional. You can’t remember a time where you fucked someone as big as Jake and you don’t want to live without his cock inside of you like this.

Jake takes his shirt off to prevent it from obstructing the view of his cock disappearing into your pussy. He pushes himself inside of you until he’s completely sheathed and catches you by surprise. Jake silences your moan with a kiss to your mouth and rubs soothing circles on your waist, kissing you like his life depends on it while you get used to the new stretch.

He pushes his tongue against yours and uses the spit to coat his lips. You taste exactly like the pink lemonade you’ve been drinking all night and the innocent flavor makes his hips buck into you.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Please, Jake. Don’t make me wait.”

He obliges. Jake fucks into you with all his might and his strong, muscular arms hold you in place as you push your chest against the wall and hold onto the door handle. The string of moans you let out is surely loud enough to let the neighbors know what’s happening behind the door but neither of you care about that right now. Jake wants to make you come and he’s slinging his hips into you from an upward angle, bending his knees to make sure his cock impales your g-spot.

“You’re so hot,” he moans. “I think about fucking you all the time.”

“M-Me too,” you confess.

“Yeah? What do you think about?”

“I think about—Ah!—Fingering me in class and eating my pussy.”

“Fuck yeah. I can do that for you.” Jake grips your hips tighter. “I can make you cum.”

“Make me cum, Jaeyun,” you plead, pushing your ass back. “I wanna cum on your cock.”

Jake pistons his hips into you until you’re parallel to the floor, holding onto the handle for dear life. He pushes into you so hard that you’re afraid you’d fall if it weren’t for his strong grip on you. Jake pushes and pushes, saving his orgasm until you come first.

It hits you like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. Your orgasm is long and drawn out as he keeps his brutal pace. Your release seeps from between the two or you and drips down his balls. Jake bites his lip at the tingling sensation and smacks your ass when you clench around him.

“Use me to make yourself cum,” you tell him. “Please, Jake. Please cum for me.”

“Say less, Princess.”

His orgasm follows shortly behind yours. Jake pulls out after five more thrust and pumps his cock until his cum spurts all over the globes of your ass. The warm, thick liquid feels so good against your skin that you push your bare pussy against him until Jake is letting his hot cock rest on you too.

When he regains his breath, he spots a roll of paper towels and gives your cheek a quick kiss before cleaning the both of you up. His touch is gentle, juxtaposed to his fucking just a few minutes prior. Jake cleans himself up before wiping the cum off of you and wiping your pussy gently too. He coaxes you to change into fresh undergarments and lets you collapse onto the bed with your eyes on him.

“I really do like you,” Jake says. “I didn’t say that just to fuck you.”

You pull him down and kiss him until all that’s left is soft pecks and the sound of lips smacking. Jake lets you pull away to lay on top of his chest and you feel him kiss the crown of your head.

“Sleep, Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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making out with sunghoon while high and then he eats you out and makes you ride him <3 bonus points if u reach ur peak while u Reach Your Peak

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HEHEHE why of course cutie patootie x I hope like Sunghoon, this satisfies

The breeze rustles through the warm night, providing a cool relief in the late summer heat. You scratch at your bare ankle with your foot, leaning over the balcony edge, angling your face towards the wide expanse of stars above. You take a deep puff from the glowing joint in between your fingers, holding the smoke in for a long pause before exhaling it out, watching as the tendrils crawled up towards the heavens. You hear the door behind you slide open, and a few moments later, two large hands slide around your waist from behind, Sunghoon’s plush lips landing on the side of your neck, as he murmurs a muffled greeting.  

“Without me?” His husky voices seems to trail along your earlobe, spilling like honey into your brain. He snakes his hand up and plucks the joint from your fingers, taking his own long hit from it, before guiding it back between your lips, forcing you to take another hit. He smacks your ass and grabs one of your cheeks, squeezing it tightly. Fuck, he’s a hard on for you ever since came over, a smug grin on your face as you opened the door wearing one of his white button downs, the cotton stretching across your chest, and then hanging just at your upper thighs, barely covering your ass.

“Hoon!” You giggle between coughs from the smoke and you turn around to find Sunghoon’s thick brows quirked up, an innocent expression on his face as he takes another puff off the blunt, a languid smile spreading across his face. 

“What is it, Y/N?” You break off into another laugh, the world already starting to blur in colors and sounds as the high makes its way through your blood. 

“One more?” He offers, and your lips part with desire at his melodic voice. 

“Nooo,” you whine back. “I’m already so fucking high.” 

 Sunghoon takes his free hand and gently grabs your jaw, rubbing your bottom lip gently. 

“You’re so fucking pretty,” He whispers, his pupils wide and dilated. His jaw hangs open, and you can’t help but fixate on his Adam’s bobble, watching it bob so prominently as he  looks you over with an insatiable hunger. You swear that in your haze his lips look softer and plusher than ever. 

“Hoon,” you mumble. 

“What is it, love?”

“I feel like I’m on a cloud,” you respond breathily, and both of you take the moment to drown in each other’s gaze.

Sunghoon gently takes his index finger and before you can process what’s happening, he’s staring intensely at you while his finger slides into your mouth. You close your lips down on him, sucking on it imagining what else your lips can be on. Sunghoon groans at the sensation, warm and tight around him. You look so perfect, practically drooling already as your mind slips from you, eyes closed,  and even in his own feathery haze, he can pick through the mist to know exactly what he wants.

Sunghoon pulls his finger out and snubs out the joint on the ash try on the small table next to him, and grabs you by the shirt front, kissing you hard, tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth. You groan against him and you grab for purchase, running your hands under his t shirt and digging your nails into his back. He grabs at your hips, exploring every curve of your waist and hips like it’s a new exploration for him. Sunghoon presses his thumbs into the divot of your hips at its most sensitive and you moan, feeling a gush of wetness. He kisses and bites at your lower lip, until both of yours and his are red and swollen and you’re breathless. 

“Baby, baby, baby,” Sunghoon says in a raspy voice, and you throw your head back, floating in and out of your body at once. 

“I need you Sunghoon,” You plead, and it feels like your words are being drawn out of you, spun around and unspooled. Sunghoon feels his core melt at the desperation in your town, dick so hard the both of you can feel it digging up against you. 

“I need you so bad, Y/N” He whispers back,  and he’s needed you since the first day he met you. You were bold and unafraid, but despite that you had the biggest heart of anyone he’d met. You were kind and loving, but fuck you’d never let anybody steamroll you. Every day he was with you, he fell in love more and more. 

Sunghoon, grabbed your wrist, and slid the door back open, not caring to shut it behind you as you both stumbled back inside your apartment and onto the bed. Sunghoon looks down at you as he hovers you, and his hands slide under the loose blouse, pressing into the wetness at your panties and you feel yourself sinking down, down, deeper into the plush sheets, through the mattress, down and up into paradise. You gasp at the sensation, wetness blooming across the thin fabric, and Sunghoon matches the way your lips part, letting out his own grunt. 

“I wanna taste you so fucking bad,” he groans, as he presses rough kisses at your jaw, licking and nibbling. 

“Taste me,” you beg, bucking your hips up. Sunghoon is quick and happy to oblige. 

He shimmies the soaked fabric of your underwear off your legs, and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, gently biting at it until the bruise forms. He drags his lips upward, tongue swirling your clit and the pornographic moan you cry out as he sucks your clit nearly has him spurt out release. Sunghoon expertly slides his tongue between your folds, greedily licking the juices leaking out from your wet cunt. He rubs quick and sharp circles with one finger on your clit, while he doesn’t slow his pace, tongue sliding in and out of you, desperate to get the angle that’ll make you come undone. Sunghoon ruts into the bed, your own pleasure getting him off. He practically suffocates himself in your pussy, the sweet taste of it, the way you’re practically soaking his face in your slick.

You grab the pillow, knuckles white, every sensation heightened from the weed. You grind your hips into Sunghoon’s face, trying to fuck yourself harder than he already is, and you feel the tightening knot in your stomach, the familiar shaking of your legs. Sunghoon must feel it too, because he pulls his tongue away and your hips still buck against the empty air, trying to find the release. He looks up at you, chin and lips soaking and kisses you hard against your mouth, while his hands pull down at the sweats he’s wearing with his boxers, fabric bunching at his ankles. 

You’re gasping and trembling, and barely get a second of reprieve before Sunghoon wraps his arms around you and flips the two of you around, so he’s underneath you. He looks up at you with glazed eyes through his heavy eyelashes and you feel your heart skip a beat. 

“Wanna see your tits bounce,” He rasps, and you obediently raise your hips, and he slides his length across your sopping folds, and as you sink down, both your eyes rolls back in sheer ecstasy. 

“You’re so fucking warm, you’re so fucking—“ His voice breaks off as you rock your hips and he lets out an animalistic grunt at the motion.

“I feel so fucking full,” you moan, feeling the way his girth seems to touch every part of your inner walls. His hands snake up your—his—shirt and he gropes at your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples, making you whine, and with every sound and little exhalation, he feels cock twitch inside you. He grinds his hips against yours, moving up to impale your further, to hit that golden spot in you, and watches in pure delight at the way you arch your back and throw your head back, exposing your neck. He moves his hands down, guiding your pace faster and harder and you start to gasp incoherently.

“Hoon please…fuck.. I’m ah—“ 

“Cum for baby, please cum for me,” He pleads. You bite your lip, feeling the rush even through the high and then the wetness gush out as your orgasm rocks you. You fall forward, grasping onto Sunghoon’s shoulders, and your release is all it takes for him. 

“Oh Fu—“ He breaks off, and he grabs you tightly, body shaking as his own seed spills into you, yours and his release spilling out of your hole as you shake and gasp in tandem. You collapse onto him, and Sunghoon holds you tight, rubbing your back, neither of you wanting to pull out of the warmth of each other’s embrace. 

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