Uoalirie

𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚

Synopsis: After learning the truth about the love of your life Park Jongseong, you do the most unforgivable thing to escape his grasp. He vows that in your next life, he’ll make damn sure you don’t leave him again.

Pairing: Vampire!Jay X Female!Reader

Warnings: DARK CONTENT. YANDERE. NONCON. suicide, descriptions of suicide, blood, vampires, kissing, angst, crying, murder and descriptions of murder (no main characters), kidnapping, cursing, mind control, religious themes, magic, reincarnation, not 100% proofread yet

Word Count: 16k+

Author Note: Thank you to the lovely human that sent in this request (I won’t tag you in this portion since you’re shy). I really hope you enjoy it, thank you for sharing this amazing idea with me!! This was supposed to be a Drabble but the more I talked to this person I realized I couldn’t do everything I wanted with it in under 5k words. I wanted to do this request justice because I loved it so much, thank you for allowing me to expand on your idea and trusting me to write it for you!!

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NSFW WARNINGS UNDER CUT

NSFW WARNINGS: unprotected sex, loss of virginity, oral (f. rec), fingering, creampie, praise, biting, cum eating, blood drinking,

“I’m so happy you have Jongseong,” your mother whispers softly as she runs her fingers through your hair, soothing any disheveled strands down. The town talk this morning was that another young man has gone missing. “With all these strange things happening around town, I know he’ll keep my little flower safe.” You meet her eyes in the reflection of your vanity mirror as she smiles at you with pure love and a hint of underlying sadness. Her only child and daughter is to be wed and moved out of the family farm in just two days time. Marriage was something she’s always wanted for you, but now that the day is fast approaching she’s faced with the reality her home will soon be empty. 

Park Jongseong, your fiance, the love of your life. He moved into your small town a few months prior and courted you immediately. Having chaperoned dates by your lady friends, lavishing you in expensive fabrics and jewels, as well as paying off any debts your family owed to assure your father kept his farm in exchange for your hand in marriage, which your parents happily agreed to. Who could possibly say no to their only child being wed to a handsome and wealthy young man?

He lived in the biggest estate in your town with his four brothers, a large luxury home you’ve only seen from the outside. As an unwed lady, you were not to be alone with Jongseong in any circumstance without a lady chaperone, assuring your purity and reputation remained untainted until marriage. Marriage, something you dreamed about since childhood, daydreaming about what kind of man you would be lucky enough to find. Would he be handsome? Would he work hard everyday doing manual labor like your father? Would he have dreamy eyes you could stare into and pass them along to your future children? Would he be kind?

Your wedding to Jongseong was the talk of the village, even important people from surrounding towns were making the trip to attend the festivities. A traditional church ceremony to pledge your heart and souls to each other in God’s house. Followed by a feast on your family farm. And of course a huge celebration of music and dancing at the end of the evening at Jongseong’s property. That’s when your parents officially hand you over to him, no longer in their care, fully passing you into the protective arms of your new husband. 

However, some people were avoiding your village at all costs as of late. The usual quiet town was shaking in fear, the past few weeks odd occurrences had been occurring. Livestock had been turning up dead, their bodies completely drained of all blood. Young men had gone hunting and fishing and weren’t returning. Even men in the prisons were also found dead in their cells, their bodies also drained of all their blood. The town doctors were stunned by the mysterious deaths and disappearances as well, no one offered any answers or comfort to the townspeople. Restrictions and curfews were being enforced to keep the people safe.

“Jongseong will always keep me protected, mother.” You smile, placing a hand on her soft wrinkled one. “I know, my dear, I can tell by the way he looks at you.” She smiles, grabbing your hand off of hers and placing a gentle kiss to the back of it and sighing sweetly at the large jeweled ring on your finger that Jongseong had gifted you when your father accepted his marriage proposal. 

“How does he look at me?” You inquired. “My dear, he looks at you like you are the moon and sun, like you alone are his sole reason for life. He looks at you so intensely as if he stops staring at you, you’ll disappear.” She taps the tip of your nose with her finger in a playful manner.

Heat bloomed across your face, Jongseong was an intense person, there wasn’t any denying that. Your father liked that the most about him. He always kept a firm and tight grip on you in social settings. He included you in all important conversations and assured no one talked down on you simply because you were a farmer’s daughter. He didn’t tolerate any nastiness towards you and made sure people held you to the same standard as him. While also making it abundantly clear you were his, and he never hesitated to publicly shame and humiliate any man who dared look at you too long or make a move on you. He was extremely protective of what was his. 

“Come, dear. We don’t want to keep Jongseong waiting.” She tapped your shoulder. You nod and stand from the vanity chair placing your palms against the wood bracing yourself as your mother took her place behind you tugging at the loose corset strings she needed to tighten. You suck in a breath and let her skilled fingers tighten the fabric to your body, lifting your breasts and accentuating your waist. She knots the strings and tucks them away in the pockets of your dress, the hunter green fabric was beautiful. Jongseong had it made just for you with fabric from Paris, your mother soothes the dress in the back and smiles at you, “he chose such a beautiful fabric.”

You were used to simple linens and cottons growing up, as much as Jongseong loved seeing you in simplicity he loved seeing you in luxury even more. Silk and velvet fabrics with golden thread and jeweled embroidered corsets that showed your status and importance to everyone. Slipping on simple black gloves you nodded to your mother signaling you were ready to go into town to meet your fiance for lunch and last minute wedding errands. 

The town is busy today, many people only going out during the day now to avoid being out at night with the strange disappearances and deaths happening. A wide smile breaks out on your face when you spot Jongseong across the road talking with his brothers. Sunghoon notices you first before patting his elder brother on the shoulder pointing to you and your mother. His smile could light up the world on its darkest days, warmth and adoration shining through all of his masculine features. He doesn’t waste another second before sprinting across the road to embrace you in his strong frame, placing small kisses along your hairline lovingly, he acts like he hasn’t seen you for days when you both saw each other just yesterday. 

“My beloved, I’ve missed you so,” his smooth alto voice has your heart pumping wildly, as you smile sheepishly and bury your face in your fiance's broad chest. How is it possible that he still has this effect over you, making you melt into his touch. His sharp jawline, deep chocolate brown eyes that reflected the most beautiful shade of amber and gold in the sunlight. Deep raven black hair falling in place across his forehead, the playful smile tugging on his lips and the perfectly pressed suit he was wearing tying in his devilishly handsome features, how did you get so lucky?

The rest of his brother’s make their way to you and your mother to exchange pleasantries. Jaeyun waits for Jongseong to let you go before embracing you in a one armed respectful hug, lightly pecking your cheek. He was the first of the brother’s you had met, he stumbled onto your family’s farm seeking a cow for sale to slaughter. Heeseung offered the same gesture pecking your other cheek followed by Sunghoon and Sunoo, each man keeping a respectful touch on you to assure no rumors would be spoken of their brother’s wife to be. 

You met all the brothers first before your eyes even landed on Jongseong. While helping your father deliver the cow to their home you met the rest of the family, Heeseung, the eldest with a tight lip and stern tone. Sunghoon, the quiet one, he mostly kept to himself, always having a book in one hand and a glass of rum in the other. Sunoo, the sweetest and youngest of the brothers, always offers you friendly smiles and helpful hands. And of course, Jongseong was the last one of them you met.

Seeing him for the first time felt unreal, as if the world stopped turning and everything froze into place. The distinct outline of his jaw caught your attention first. His lips placed in a heartstopping smile, his attire all black but the fabrics were fine with solid gold buttons and jeweled rings on his hands letting anyone know his status of wealth and importance. It was love at first sight for the both of you, he didn’t let you step one foot off of their property before asking your father for his permission to take you on a date. Your best friend attended the date with you and he even made sure to include her in all conversations that evening. Taking you both back to the farm that evening he didn’t hesitate to tell your father he would be courting you immediately. 

“Will you boys be joining us as well?” Your mother asks curiously. “No ma’am, we have some business to take care of in town. We just kept Jongseong company until you lovely ladies arrived.” Heeseung smiled, kissing the back of her gloved hand making her giggle like a school girl. Heeseung was known for his flirtatious ways around the town. “You look lovely today,” Jaeyun whispered to you with a boyish smile. “Thank you, Jaeyun, you look very handsome yourself.” You beamed lightly touching his arm. 

“Come, beloved. You need to eat, we have lots to do today and you need your energy.” Jongseong grabs your gloved hand off of his brother’s arm and starts leading you away from him before you have a chance to say goodbye. You offer an apologetic wave to him as your fiance leads you into a nearby restaurant with your mother trailing closely behind. “I wanted to tell Jaeyun goodbye, I don’t want him to think I’m rude.” You whisper as a waiter leads you to a table and pulls a chair out for you and your mother to sit.

“He doesn’t, beloved, stop worrying so much. All I need you to focus that pretty little head of yours on is me,” he smirked, opening a cloth napkin and draping it across your lap. 

The man returns with a friendly smile, “what would you like to drink?” The chill of the weather outside had you craving a warm beverage to warm your bones. “May I have some chrysanthemum tea?” He shakes his head politely, “I do apologize, we only have jasmine tea brewed at this time.” A small pout touches your lips that your fiancé takes immediate notice to. 

“Do you have chrysanthemum tea leaves?” He asks with a small glare aimed at the man. “Well yes sir but not brewed and ready-” Jongseong raises his hand to signal for the man to stop talking. “Well you better get brewing.” The man gives him a bewildered expression before looking back and forth in between you. “Sir, the jasmine tea is just-” Jongseong scoffs, cutting the man off again. “My beloved didn’t ask for jasmine, she asked for chrysanthemum. I don’t deny my girl anything she desires, I don’t like seeing her frown, it makes me angry. Are you going to make her frown today?” His tone held a challenging bite followed by a playful smirk. 

“No sir, of course not. I apologize, I’ll go brew a fresh pot just for her.” The man stutters before rushing to the kitchen. “You didn’t have to do that for me,” he drops the smirk and softens his features as he caresses your cheek gently. “I will never deny you anything, if I can help it, you’ll always have everything you desire.” You lean into his touch and your heart bursts with joy and love, “I love you..” He smiles at your confession and places a soft kiss upon your lips, “I love you, beloved, forever.” 

Returning back to the farm in the evening time with bags in hand you’re surprised to see a small woven basket was at the doorstep, the basket was filled with long stemmed red and white roses. Roses didn’t grow in your village, it wasn’t even the season for such beautiful florals to be blooming. They must have been imported from a warmer place, the basket was lined with your favorite chocolates and sweets as well. You picked up the white card dangling from the side and opened the envelope.

“A beautiful gift, for the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever laid upon. I love you, little dove.”

You smiled holding the card close to your chest, this expensive gift and sweet words had to be from Jongseong, such a romantic gift. Little dove? That was a new nickname, he had never called you that before. “I should go thank him for the gift, mother.” She hums, “that would be the polite thing to do, but I’m far too tired to go back out and you cannot go alone.”

“I can ask Jihyo to go with me,” you offer a solution with a charming smile batting your eyelashes. Your mother can never say no to you, “fine. But only if she goes with you, you know the rules. You’re not to be alone with him until after the wedding.” You nod excitedly and place a kiss upon her cheek, “I know, mother. I’ll return shortly!”

Running out of the farm house you make your way down the dirt road, three houses down to your best friend Jihyo’s house. To your surprise you find her sitting outside her home on her porch swing knitting. She notices you walking up to her home and waves you over, “what are you doing here, it’s getting late?” 

“I know but Jongseong gave me a beautiful gift and I want to go thank him, and mother is too tired to accompany me.” She hugs you and you can see on her face she’s also going to decline. “I would love to accompany you, but my father has forbidden me to leave the house after sunset.” Looking to the sky you sigh, the sun was already almost fully set. The desire to see your fiance and the craving for another kiss clouds your judgment. “That’s understandable, I should head home then. Do you have a cloak I can borrow? It’s quite chilly and I’ll return it to you tomorrow.” 

She nods and rushes inside, “of course! Wait here, I'll be right back.” You felt bad for being dishonest to your best friend and now betraying your mother’s trust but how would they find out? Everyone in the town is staying indoors and no one would be outside to catch you if you decide to make a small visit to your fiance. And with all the occurrences happening he would never let you walk home alone, you would be safe. Jihyo returns outside after a few moments and hands you a black hooded cloak, “hurry home and be safe.” You slip the cloak on and hug her, kissing her cheek, “thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sneaking through the town, you covered your head with the hooded cloak and began to tread into the night to Jongseong’s. You didn’t want to risk anyone seeing you so you stayed off of the main road and out of sight from the street lights keeping your head down. But also you kept your guard up at your surroundings to assure your safety so you wouldn’t end up missing like the others. You just need to get there and Jongseong would safely get you home after, you won’t even go inside of the house just in case someone is watching, you’ll keep your reputation clean. 

After a half hour fast paced walk, you finally breathe a sigh of relief when you reach the iron gate outside of Jongseong’s home. You let the hood of your cloak down as you make your way through it and up the pavement to the porch. Your heels clicked against the wooden porch steps up to their door as you prepare yourself to knock, you doubted his brothers would send you away, and you could trust them to not tell anyone you were here at such an hour alone. Stopping at the front door you stop and swallow nervously at the sight of their front door ajar. Why would their door be open like this at night?

You contemplate your next move for a few seconds before a pained scream breaks your internal monologue. You could hear the screams of a man, immediately your mind runs rampant thinking Jongseong or one of his brother’s is hurt. You push open the door further hiking your dress and skirts up and start running in the direction of the loud screams. Never being in the large house before you keep hitting wall after wall and running into pieces of furniture in the rush and panic to get to whoever is harmed. Maybe coming here was a bad idea, if one of the boys were hurt how would you even help? Another agonizing scream rips through the large home and you realize you’re close to the source of the sound. Spinning in a circle your eyes land upon a closed door in the corner of the family room you’re standing in. 

You see bright white lights flicker from under the large double wooden door, without hesitation you push the doors open and you can feel the color drain from your face at the sight before your eyes. All of the brothers are feasting upon two men. One of the men you recognize as the waiter from the restaurant today. Realization slapping you in the face, they are the source of your town’s odd occurrences. So lost in the taste of their latest kill they didn’t even pick up on your scent coming into their home. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon have one of the men in their grasp, Heeseung drinking from his neck and Sunghoon taking greedy gulps from the man’s bicep. Jay, Jake, and Sunoo have the waiter. Sunoo is drinking from the man’s thigh, Jake has his teeth buried in his arm, and your fiancé has the man’s head tilted back as he drinks straight from his jugular. Further proving that they were behind the mysterious deaths and disappearances, they were the monsters your town was so afraid of. 

You didn’t even realize you made a loud gasp until all of their red tinted eyes snapped to you standing in the doorway. Jay removes his mouth from the man and wipes any remnants of blood from his mouth on the back of his hand. Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way, you weren’t supposed to see him like this yet. He didn’t want you to know him and his brothers were vampires until your wedding night after he turned you into one too. You take steps back until your back hits the wall behind you as Jay starts to approach you with his hands up showing you he wasn’t going to hurt you. “Beloved, let me explain..” His usual comforting voice only made you tremble under his worried gaze. 

“Don’t touch me!” You cower away from him in fear. Now that you’ve seen this side of his family surely that means that they would be killing you next. You should have never come here. “Baby, I would never hurt you.” His voice is pained, almost offended that you would think he could harm you. He tries to reach for your arm but you swat it away, disgusted by his touch. “You’re killing people! How could you?! You’re a monster!”

The rest of the boys step out of the room, “Sunoo..” Heeseung calls for the youngest brother. Sunoo takes a step toward you and Jongseong pushes him with extreme force, he flies back into the wall, when his back hits the wall it cracks and the hung picture frames come crashing to the floor breaking. “No, Heeseung! I’ll handle this, he doesn't need to mind control her.” Mind control? Was such a thing even possible? “Then take care of it, or I will.” Heeseung warns, helping Sunoo stand up from the impact. 

“Don’t you want to spend forever with me, beloved?” Jongseong asks, caging you against the wall further with his arms placed on either side of your head. “I thought I did..” You sniffle as you shake under her intense gaze. “You do, you’re just upset right now. We will spend forever together. I didn’t want it to go this way, I was going to wait until our wedding night to make you eternally mine.” He tries to touch your face but you keep moving away from his touches. 

“I don’t want that…” You sob into your hands. “Why not?” He sounds heartbroken and a part of you aches to hear him in such pain. “A life where I would be forced to watch everyone I’ve ever loved grow old and die around me is not a life I want to live. I want children…I want to grow old..” You admit looking up from your hands into his sad eyes hoping he takes your words into consideration. “No you don’t want to grow frail and old, and I can give you as many children as you want, my beloved. We can adopt as many as you like, and when they are mature we can change them and you can have them forever as well.”

“Jongseong..” you shake your head at the horrid thought of raising helpless children just to force such a disturbing life on them. “I love you, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting for you for centuries, and I’m not going to let you go. I refuse to live in a world that you’re not a part of. This is going to happen whether you want it to or not, I’m not letting you go.” This couldn’t be happening. “If you really loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn't do this to me. You wouldn’t hurt me this way, Jongseong. Please…I beg you, don’t force your way of life on me.”

He shook his head sadly, he wasn’t going to let you go. He knew he wanted you from the moment he smelled you, he just didn’t know he wanted to keep you until he saw you. He smelled the thick scent of honeysuckle that was carried by the wind and he had every intention of draining every last drop of your blood, that was until he saw you. Even in a simple dirt stained linen dress and apron with messy hair, he was captivated. When he heard you laugh at some silly joke Jaeyun made he was willing to find jesters all over the world for you just to be surrounded by the sound of your laughter. He was yours before your eyes even landed on him. 

“My beloved, I need you, all of you. I ask you for so little, my beloved. Just let me do this, let me have you in every way. I will give you the world, I will pull down every star from the sky and place them upon your cheeks if you command it. Love me…obey me…fear me..and you can have everything that your heart desires.”

He cups your face in his large hands letting his thumbs rub soothing circles onto the apples of your tear stained cheeks. “Don’t you know how much I love you? I would tear pieces of my body off and set them ablaze just to keep you warm on winter nights. I have killed for you, I have taken the life of men that think they have a chance to be with you. You’re mine, you’re not leaving me, I’m not letting you.”

Petrified tears stream down your cheeks as you shake your head at his confession. Heeseung stands at one end of the hallway blocking you from the front door as Sunghoon blocks the other exit to the back door. “You need to change her now, Jongseong. We can’t risk her running into the town and telling people. You change her, or I will.” Heeseung demands. 

Jake and Sunoo stand off to the side watching in anticipation of what’s going to happen next, “Jongseong, please, I won’t tell anyone. Let me go home to my parents, I’ll never utter a word of this to anyone. You’ll never see me again, please.” He scoffs at the absurd statement. “I can’t do that, aren’t you listening to me? You’re never going to escape me, you’re mine.”

Eyes darting around the home your only escape was the staircase leading to a second floor. You use the heel of your shoe and jab it as hard as you can onto Jongseong’s foot, making him back away from you.  You take the opportunity to make a quick dash to the staircase, skipping every other step until you reach the top. You open the first door you see and slam it shut behind you, locking the knob and frantically looking around the bedroom for any escape route. 

The men didn’t rush after you, there was no escape from the second floor. “This wasn’t supposed to go this way..” Jongseong groans. “Let Sunoo put her to sleep and just change her, stop giving her a choice. Go get her or I’m sending him up there.” Heeseung says pointing to the staircase you ran up. He would have loved for you to come willing, to want this life with him but you showed no interest in becoming like him. You would probably be mad at him for centuries for this, but it would be worth it in the end. 

Upstairs in the locked bedroom you pace back and forth thinking of a plan to get you out here. What were you going to do? Once they found you your fate was going to be decided for you and you would end up like them. What was that going to mean for your parents, would you ever see them again? You couldn’t live if it meant someone had to die. What option was left? Your eyes land on the deep maroon floor length curtains, golden curtain ropes hang from the rods and you know….you know what you have to do. 

You shakily reach for the thick braided gold rope and pull it from the curtain rod, you stare at it in your hands and you start to cry harder. Could you really do something like this? Your family line would be gone forever, your parents, who would care for your parents in their old age, and what about God..this is a sin. Would God still allow you into his kingdom if you did such an unforgivable thing? Surely he would understand why you have to do this. 

You can hear the boys ascending the marble steps. You couldn’t be like them, to live forever, frozen in time and taking the lives of people. You would never be like them. You grab the velvet cushioned chair from the desk in the corner of the room and place it directly under the large chandelier, throwing the rope over the crystal and making tight knots before making a makeshift noose. Their steps are approaching closer only making your fingers work faster, you wouldn’t be like one of them. You couldn’t be. You drop to your knees and say one last prayer in hopes someone, anyone is listening to your desperation. 

“Forgive me God for the sin I’m about to commit, please look after my mother and father. Provide them a good, long and healthy life and make sure they don’t weep for me, have one of the villagers look after them, please. You may send my body to the deepest parts of hell for eternities enslaved to the Devil himself if you so wish…just please watch my parents..ease their pain from this act I’m about to commit.” 

Standing on top of the chair you stick your head through the noose and tighten the rope around your neck as you continue to weep. There was still so much more you wanted out of life, to be married, to have children, to run the farm your father raised from the ground up, to grow old and sit in a rocking chair surrounded by the love and laughter of grandchildren. You didn’t want to die, but you couldn’t live frozen in time, with the only way to survive was by committing unspeakable acts on people. It wasn’t worth it. 

“Please God…I beg of you..I beg on my knees..I give you my heart and soul, don’t let him turn me.”

“Beloved, please come out so we can talk, I won’t hurt you.” His voice was nearing the door, you couldn’t hesitate anymore, it had to be done. Kicking your heels off of your feet you take in a deep breath and close your eyes letting your body feel air one last time, you exhale and and drop your hands from the rope around your neck letting them fall to your sides. 

“Forgive me, mother.” 

You jump. You make sure to bend your knees and jump with enough force so your neck can break instantly and you won’t be left dangling gasping for air and have Jongseong rushing in to save you. You jump, and in those two split seconds you have left on the earth all your mind can do is drift to the night Jongseong gave you your engagement ring, and the breathtaking kiss he gave you after. His lips molded against yours in perfect harmony, letting each movement fill with the passion and desire he had for you, and you for him

A thud stops the boys in their tracks on the staircase, what did you drop? Jongseong sprints up the remainder of the steps and starts to slightly panic, he can’t explain it, but he’s suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of dread. “Beloved?” Jongseong asks as he approaches the door. There’s silence, eerie silence that makes his stomach churn with anxiety and worry. He twists the door knob back and forth and sighs when he realizes you locked it. He grips it a little harder and forcefully turns it, breaking the lock mechanism and pushing the door open with a heavy hand. 

He sees the wooden desk chair lying on the floor, which tells him that’s what the thud was but in his heart he knows what has happened in this room. He feels it in his bones, he could always hear the sound of your beautiful heartbeat from miles away, and now, there was cryptic silence. His eyes rest on the chair as his brothers approach him to see what he is staring at. As his eyes slowly start to lift he sees your white stocking clad feet dangling in the air. 

Sunoo grabs him by the shoulders before his eyes can make the rest of the way over your dangling body. Your blood no longer smelled like the sweet honeysuckle he adored so much, it was starting to mix with a sour bitter scent, a scent they knew. That sour scent in blood only meant two things, a human with a disease or death. You were dead. You were gone.

Sunoo wraps his arms around Jongseong, turning his body completely away from your dangling figure. That couldn’t be the last vision he had of you, Sunoo wouldn’t allow him to forever have that image burned into his brother’s brain for all eternity. Heeseung slowly took the first steps inside of the room, he had to get your body down quickly and fix the broken bones in your neck before he’d let Jongseong see you.

As soon as Heeseung’s hand touched your body it ignited the burning rage Jongseong had in his body as tried to escape the grasp of his younger brother. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER! LET ME GO! SHE’S FINE!” Sunghoon immediately rushed to their side helping Sunoo keep him faced away from you, his face contorted in agony, his skin reddening and endless tears pooling from his eyes and onto his cheeks. Sunghoon was behind him while Sunoo said in front of Jay trying to keep his face turned away from the scene. “She’s gone- '' Sunghoon tried to bring him to reality gently but Jay snarled and pushed against his chest delivering heavy blows into it from his elbow. 

“SHE’S NOT GONE! DON’T FUCKING SAY THAT!” 

Heeseung works quickly to bring your body down so Jongseong can face the disturbing truth and not kill his brothers. Jaeyun watches from the door in horror, the way your neck is quite literally broken in half and your head dangling from your shoulders, the blood dripping down your nose and open mouth, the way his brother is wailing your name loud enough it’s shaking the glass windows. There’s so much sadness and heartbreak in the air he can taste it on his tongue, his own salty tears stream down his face as he watches frozen in place unsure of what to do. 

“I refuse to accept she’s gone, I will not accept it.” Jongseong shuts his eyes to avoid Sunoo’s, he knew if he looked at him he was going to use his mind control to get him to calm down and he wanted to feel everything. Heeseung works quickly once body is down, using his strength to snap your neck back into place. Jaeyun hands him a tissue to wipe the blood from your mouth and nose. 

“I need her back…” He whispers, his voice is filled with so much heartbreak Sunoo can’t help but to let his own tears fall. “Jongseong, that isn’t possible, you know we cannot bring the dead back to life.” Heeseung sighs sadly, once he deems you decent enough to look at he nods to Sunoo and Sunghoon to let Jay go. They drop their restrictive grip from him and let him walk to the middle of the room where your body lay lifeless. 

He drops to his knees and picks your lifeless body off the ground with trembling hands, bringing you to him. He screams again, he screams for mourning, he screams for anger, he screams for you. How could you do this to him? How could you hurt him in the worst way possible? Did you not love him as much as he loved you? He was going to give you everything, and this is how you repay him, in death? He rocks back and forth holding you impossibly tight, he hopes this is all a nightmare he will wake up from. 

“Jeongyeon can bring her back…can’t she?” He whispers looking at Heeseung with broken eyes. Yoo Jeongyeon was a suspected witch in a nearby village and a longtime friend of Heeseung. The town banished her to the nearby forest, and anyone who tried to search for her in hopes of burning her at the stake was met with a harsh death at the hands of Heeseung. 

Hesseung bites his lip and shakes his head. “I don’t think she can..she’s never-” Jongseong screams again, cutting his older brother off. “It doesn't hurt to try!” Heeseung tries to reason with him, “Jong-” but Jongseong won’t let him get a word in. “I refuse to exist without her, Heeseung. I will not walk this earth if she is not by my side.” The words hang heavy in the air and his brother’s believe him. If Jeongyeon couldn’t figure something out, they were going to lose him.

“Sunoo, Sunghoon, go ready the carriage.” Heeseung commands the two young boys, they nod and rush out of the room, this is now becoming a mission to save their brother’s life. Jongseong refuses to let the boys touch you, he wraps your lifeless body in a thick quilt to protect you from the harsh winter air outside for the journey, as if you could feel it. He walks slowly and carefully with you in his arms, careful not to bump you into anything. 

It doesn’t take long before the boys return with the carriage and the two horses pulling it. Heeseung and Jaeyun help him inside the carriage since he refuses to let you go or let them touch you in any way. He sits with you cradled to his chest, staring out the carriage window whispering comforting words into your hair as if you could hear them. His brother's hearts were breaking, Heeseung knew if Jeongyeon couldn’t do something he would lose his brother forever, and he couldn’t let that happen. 

The carriage ride is two hours long on the road, followed by another hour walk on foot off road to Jeongyeon’s hidden home. She made her home within a cave to keep her safe from any potential dangers in the form of humans trying to hunt her down. Throughout the journey Jongseong kept you close to him, he didn’t care how tired he was and if it was slowing him down, he had to be the one to carry you. Jaeyun offered many times but he was met with his older brother’s displeased face and low warning growls. 

They finally stop in front of the ominous rock cave, it looks dark and wet. There’s vines covering the entrance and vultures sitting on either side of the opening. To any normal person this was an obvious place to avoid, but they knew this was her home, and she did well designing it to look so off putting and dark. Heeseung takes a large rock and tosses it into the cave to alert the witch of their presence. There’s silence for a few moments before a small torch comes into vision. 

“What is this?” Jeongyeon asks, emerging from the cave glaring at Heeseung. “We need your help.” He answers stepping close to her. She blows the torch out and glazes over the brothers. “Heeseung.” She warns crossing her arms over her chest, judging by the look on their faces and the human they were carrying she knew they needed her special help. All magic came with a price, she was careful with what she did and made sure to remain as ominous as she could to avoid a death sentence. 

“For me, Jeongyeon, please. I will lose one of my brother’s if you don’t help.” He kept his voice low but sadness in his voice was evident, she could see the worry in his eyes as he begged. Heeseung was not one to beg for anything, so this was new for her. Plus, he did help keep some of the hunters at bay from her, maybe she could do one simple favor for him. “Come in.”

The boys follow her into the cave quickly. “What is it you need?” She asks as they approach a door, she flicks her hand and the door swings open with a thud. “To help her..” Jaeyun answers motioning to you in Jongseong’s arms. “Clear the table and lay her upon it.” She commands as she walks around her home, aside from the cave walls everything in her place looks like a normal home. Sunoo and Sunghoon clear the wooden table in the center of the room so Jongseong can lay your body down. She grabs candles and jars of various ingredients in her arms. 

As she places the items on the table she looks at your body and brings the candlelight closer to your face before she respires slightly realizing what the issue at hand was, “I can’t bring someone back from the dead, my magic has limitations.” Jongseong hangs his head in defeat, so all this was for nothing?

“So that’s it?” Heeseung looks at her, silently begging her for help. She looks between you and Jongseong and decides there is one thing she could try. “Not necessarily, I suppose I can try reincarnation.” Jongseong’s face shot up and he could cry again, happy tears. You could come back to him?! “Anything, please, I’m desperate here.” He takes your face into his hand rubbing the tip of his nose against yours letting his tears plop onto your paling face. “I need her back, I need her here with me. I can’t live without her.” 

Jeongyeon felt pity for him, she nodded and started working on mixing the various ingredients she brought to the table. She lights multiple candles around you and whispers small chants and spells into the air causing a deep shift in the atmosphere. She rubs her hands in a black mixture she made and runs them over your body shutting her eyes chanting in another language, the mixture smokes into green plumes the longer it lingered on your body. When she reaches your neck her eyes open and she looks at Jongseong. “She made a deal before she died,” Jeongyeon sighs, hovering her hands back over your body.

“What deal?” Jongseong demands angrily, the closer he thinks he is to getting you back it’s quickly ripped away from him again. She looks at Heeseung nervously. “Her soul to the Devil in exchange for her parents' care.” There is no way you sold your soul to the Devil, that was impossible. “Undo the fucking deal!” Jongseong commands.  

Jeongyeon dips her hands back into the mixture, coating them again. “This is dark magic, things aren’t that simple.” Heeseung stands by her side. “What needs to be done?” She sighs softly and taps back into a darker energy, she rolls her eyes back and she shows the whites of eyes as her lips tremble and mumble incurring words. The green plumes of smoke on your body darken and she sucks in a longer breath before her eyes turn back to normal and she slowly blinks back into reality. The air shifts again, this time much darker and the cave drops to a colder temperature.

“She can come back, but only her soul. She won’t look the same and-” Jongseong slams his fist on the table making some of the candles fall. “I want HER. I want her eyes, I want her face, I want her voice, I want every fucking freckle on her body in the same exact fucking place! I won’t accept anything else!” Sunghoon places his hands on his shoulders to keep him in place and not charge at Jeongyeon. “Is that the only way…” Heeseung whispers, she looks at him for a few seconds and decides she can try one more thing, but it would come with a price. 

She walks to her glass cabinet of potions and grabs a few bottles and takes them to the table. The boys watch her mix the liquids together, “if that’s what you want it is possible, but a trade needs to be done.” Jaeyun didn’t like the sound of that, he knew when trades were involved the darker the magic was. “What sort of trade?” Jongseong questions. 

“Two pure hearted souls for hers, they need to be sacrificed and they’ll be sent to replace her in hell.”

“Her parents.” Jongseong answers quickly without a second thought. 

Jaeyun is disgusted with his brother, she traded her soul for them and he’s going to slaughter them for her? “Jongseong! She will never forgive you! Her parents are her entire world. She sent herself to hell to assure their health and happiness! When she finds out-”

“You think I fucking care!” He charges at him and grabs Jaeyun by the collar of his shirt and slams him hard against the hard rock of the cave wall. “I would burn every man, woman, and child alive in this fucking village if it meant she would come back to me.”

He grabs Jaeyun by the neck and brings the man closer to his face. Jaeyun takes notice of the deranged look in his brother’s eyes, the deep snarl on his lips, the veins bulging from his red neck and forehead. He was insane. “I would even burn you alive, Jaeyun. I wouldn’t hesitate to tear you limb from limb with my bare hands and teeth without a second thought if it meant she would come back.” Each word sending a deep chill down Jaeyun’s spine, he knew he was telling the truth. 

“Jongseong, enough! Let him go and let us focus on the matter at hand.” Heeseung barks, Jongseong shoves Jaeyun against the wall again before letting him go and returning to the table by your side. “How long will it take before she comes back after I kill her parents?” She’s still working on some mystery potion when she looks at him, “this is dark magic. It doesn’t work instantly, especially since you want your beloved to adorn the same body. It takes time.”

“How long will I have to wait?” He stares down at you and rubs his thumb over your forehead. She stops mixing her potion and clears her throat nervously, “two millenniums.” 

“Two thousand years?! I have to wait two thousand years for her to come back to me?!” This was getting exhausting, two thousand years..how was he to survive that? “There is also something else.” She runs the palm of her hand over the potion watching it change to a blowing blue color. “What now?” Jongseong asks, throwing his head back. “Since you want her exactly the same, her memories will forever be tied to her.” Another price for dark magic. “So she will know who I am and what she did?” He mumbles. How was he supposed to deal with that? 

“Only when you kiss her, when you kiss her will she remember everything,” she responds. Heeseung steps in before Jeongseong can respond. “You’ll have to turn her before you kiss her Jongseong. We can’t have this happening again.” Jongseong nods, he runs his hands over his face and sighs loudly. He was going to have to be even more careful this time. “I understand.”

She mixes dry ingredients in a mortar bowl using a pestle to grind up the dry herbs into a fine powder, after she reaches the desired texture she adds it to the glowing blue liquid making a chemical reaction. It bubbles and fizzes like it's boiling and releases a cloud of smoke into the air before settling in the cup. She picks the cup up and extends it to Jongseong.

“Are you willing to sacrifice her parents for her return?” He takes the cup from her hands and nods without hesitation, “yes.” She wipes her hands on her dress, “take the liquid into your mouth, don't swallow it, and spit it down her throat.” He brings the cup to his liquid and takes the foul tasting liquid in his mouth internally revolting at the taste on his taste buds. Jeongyeon opens your mouth for him, he leans over you and he spits the liquid down your throat.

She holds a small dagger up, “give me your finger.” Without hesitation he extends his hand to her. She slices a small line in the pad of his index finger and squeezes three drops of his “blood” down your throat to add to the mixture. She closes your mouth and starts blowing out the candles around you. “What happens now?” 

“I burn her.” She responds nonchalantly, grabbing another liquid. “What?!” His voice booms off the rock walls making her jump slightly. “This body will rot and decay Jongseong, she needs a new one, and that cannot happen while this vessel is on this earth. I have to turn her to ash for the spell to be completed.” Heeseung places a hand on his shoulder, “trust her.” 

He had no choice but to trust her, he kisses your chapped lips and inhales the scent of your skin for a final time. Letting his eyes linger on your face for a few moments to admire you before he wouldn’t get to see, smell, or kiss you for the next two thousand years. “This isn’t goodbye, you’re coming back to me, and I’ll protect you better this time. I promise, in your next life, you will be mine, forever.” He kisses you again and steps back, he reluctantly nods to her signaling he is ready for her to continue. 

He watches with a heavy heart as she pours a mystery liquid on you speaking more words he doesn’t know. She gives him a sympathetic glance before striking a match, “Jongseong, why don’t we wait outside.” Sunghoon suggests, Jongseong shakes his head, his eyes never leaving your body. Jeongyeon drops the match onto your saturated belly and an orange flame bursts and consumes your body. This wasn’t a normal flame, there was no heat radiating off of the flames but your body was beginning to break down under it. He closed his eyes and let more tears stream down his cheek. He should’ve waited outside. “I don’t want to see anymore…”

Heeseung motions for Sunghoon to take him out as he stays behind to make sure Jeongyeon carries through the ritual through its entirety. Sunghoon leads his older brother outside, he watches Jongseong walk a few steps away and lean against a tree running his hands over his face in exhaustion. “I should’ve gone after her faster, I shouldn’t have left her alone in that room for so long..had I been one minute earlier I could-” Sunghoon shakes his head, “don’t do that to yourself, you’ll drive yourself mad if you keep thinking that way.”

Silent moments pass in between them before the rest of the brother’s make their way out of the cave. “We need to take care of your end of the deal, we need to pay her parents a visit.” Heeseung nods. Jongseong cracks his neck from side to side, this was going to be a shame, he really did like your parents. 

“I will not be a part of that.” Jaeyun says, shaking his head in disappointment. Heeseung was tired and exhausted from the events, he wasn’t in the mood to argue anymore. “Take Sunoo and go home, Jaeyun. Sunghoon and I will assist Jongseong.” The annoyance was evident in his voice but Jaeyun didn’t care, and he hoped his face showed the disdain he had for them right now. The three boys trek off into the forest leaving Sunoo and Jaeyun the carriage to go home. 

“This isn’t right, her parents don’t deserve the fate he just assigned them.” He whispers to Sunoo, the blonde boy shrugs not wanting to get involved in the middle of the mess between his brothers. “Let’s go home, this is going to be a long two thousand years with him. Let’s go enjoy the few hours of silence before he comes back.” Jaeyun knew Sunoo was trying to make light of the situation but he was right, it was going to be a long two thousand years dealing with Jongseong. 

A series of knocks snaps Jay out of his concentration as he sighs loudly, “What?” he asks, taking the headphones off of his head and placing them on the bed next to his journal. Heeseung opens the door and leans against the doorframe crossing his arms over his chest. 

“We’re hunting tonight, there’s a carnival in town.” Jay meets his eyes for a second and shakes his head looking back down at the acoustic guitar in his hands messing with the tuners. “You guys go ahead, I’ll hang back.”

“Jay, come on man, it’s the perfect time to find a drunk guy or two that no one will miss.” Heeseung muses lightly, stepping into the room and approaching his younger brother. “I’ll pass.” This was a constant battle with Jay for the last two thousand years, forcing him to eat was like pulling teeth. “It wasn’t optional Jay, you need to leave this house. It’s been weeks since your last feed and you need to keep your strength up.” Sunghoon said entering the bedroom. 

“I said no, guys. Get the hell out of my room.” He snapped throwing a pillow at Sunghoon. Heeseung grabs it before it hits Sunghoon and tosses it back onto the bed glaring at Jay, “what’s your deal, dude?” Jay looks at his brothers in annoyance and his eyes dart to the journal next to him.

“It’s been two thousand fucking years..” he mumbles. The boys exchange quick glances, had it been that long already? Of course Jay would know, they don’t miss the journal that he keeps near him at all times with descriptions of all things you. He doesn’t want to forget a single detail about you and the beginning pages of the worn journal are filled with tally marks marking each day he is without you. “I’ve counted the days and nights, marking each miserable day passing in this fucking journal. It’s been two thousand years and there is no sign of her… What if that witch-”

Heeseung shakes his head and silences him. “Jay, don't say that. Jeongyeon is my friend, I have known her for millenniums and she would never betray us. She is going to come back, maybe you miscounted somewhere-”

“You think I would miscount…I spend every waking second of this miserable existence aching for her. Forcing myself to stay alive in hopes we’ll be reunited.” He snapped, placing his guitar on the bed roughly and standing up. “If you really mean that, then you need to eat. How could you find her and be your best version for her without taking care of yourself properly?” Sunghoon interjects, when the hell did he get so smart? 

“Come on, let’s go eat. We’ll research and hunt Jeongyeon first thing in the morning, we’ll get our answers Jay.” Heeseung promises. It had been a while since he fed, and if they were going to make a journey to see Jeongyeon he should eat something. He sighs and reluctantly agrees, “fine, let’s just go.”

With his hands in his pockets his eyes scan the busy crowd of people, children running with balloons in their small fists, couples holding hands, obnoxiously loud and bright rigged games. He hated walking amongst humans in this day of age, but Heeseung was right. With this many people around no one is going to miss the obnoxious drunk loud person, these types of events were the best to hunt on.

“See anyone that looks appetizing?” Jake asks, trying to get Jay to talk to them. Jay mainly spent the last two thousand years in his room, avoiding conversations and hangouts, he just wanted to bask in his misery it seemed. “Not really, you guys just pick someone.” He shrugs. 

“Come on, it’s been a while since you’ve hunted anyone. You need to get your skills sharp again, find someone.” The tone in Heeseung’s voice was evident that he was commanding it and not giving him a choice. Heeseung was right again though, it had been a long time since Jay used his hunting skills and he should make sure he’s still at the top of his game.

Looking around at the busy crowds of people he shuts his eyes and focuses on his sense of smell, letting all the different scents of blood occupy his nostrils to find an appetizing one. Wafts of overwhelming florals that made his stomach revolt, a mint scent that could be decent if nothing better comes along, a high citrus scent that made his nose scrunch trying to avoid sneezing, come on there had to be something worth leaving the house for. Finally, a smell lingering with a hint of something familiar pulls him, he’s walking toward it with his eyes still closed letting his hunger lead the way. 

Walking through the crowd all of his senses are on high alert, he can feel the hairs on his arms stand and the rise of goosebumps alarm him that whatever this was, was something really good. Stopping in his tracks he feels all the saliva leave his mouth accompanied by a tightening feeling in his chest. He doesn't know what’s happening to him and anxiety courses through his body, then he fully smells it, a scent that almost brings him to his knees. He can feel tears stinging his eyes and a huge sense of relief punches through his gut as the familiar thick scent travels through his nose.

“Jay are you alright?” Heeseung asks, watching Jay’s glassy eyes fill with every emotion. “I smell…” A single tear rolls down his cheek as he chokes on a pitiful sob, a sob he had been holding onto for two thousand years. 

They boys look around confused and let their heightened smell search for the scent that has tranced their brother. Jake smells it next, his eyes snapping open and immediately scanning the busy crowd in search of the owner of the scent. One by one it hits the boys and a huge smile breaks on Heeseung’s face, fucking finally. This two thousand year depression Jay was in was finally going to be broken, his family would finally go back to normal and he could stop worrying.

Honeysuckle. 

You were here. He found you. 

He lets his primal senses lead him to you, letting your scent guide him. He’s pushing past everyone in his way desperate to see your face, he still remembers it, every dip and curve and every freckle and scar that adorned all the surfaces of your skin. He hears it, the laugh, your laugh that sounded like heaven on earth.

Stopping a few feet away from you and the girl you're with he takes a moment to bask in the reality of the situation. You’re actually here and standing here right in front of him. Your back is turned to him, your body adorned with a simple white sundress, this was the first time he had seen so much of your skin. In the period he met you, ladies only wore full dresses, protecting their modesty. Now, you were here in a thin strapped dress that hugged every curve of your body and flared slightly at your mid thigh, a forest green knit cardigan hung over your shoulders. Your hair was down and flowing in the wind around your shoulders. What really sealed the deal was the scar on the back of your hand, one that he had seen many times, one that you got as a child from falling off of a horse on your family farm.

Jeongyeon really did it, she brought you back for him. He almost loses his composure when you finally turn around holding the cotton candy you had just purchased with your friend. He watches you take a piece of the sweet treat and place it between your plump lips he misses kissing. It almost feels like no time has passed, you look just as, if not more beautiful than he remembers. 

Your eyes meet his briefly as you shoot him a small friendly smile nearly making his knees give out from under him. He wants to run up to you and cry, wrap you in his arms and kiss you telling you how much he loves you, how much he missed you. But, he’s also feeling the prodding sensation of anger building behind his eyes, wanting to shake and scream at you for leaving him in such a cruel manner and making him suffer this long without you. 

He takes a step toward you but Jake reaches out and grabs his arm holding him in place, “relax. You’re overwhelmed right now and you might scare her off.” Jay glares at him ready to punch him in the jaw but Heeseung interjects. “He’s right Jay, you need to collect yourself before you talk to her.” Heeseung steps in front of him blocking his line of sight to you. “I’ve waited two thousand years, I’m not letting her go again,” 

“I understand that, but you look completely frenzied right now, you’ll terrify her.” Heeseung places his hands on Jay’s shoulders keeping him in place. His eyes flicker to you again as you throw your head back laughing at something your friend said. 

Jay ponders for a moment, the rational side of him knew his brother’s were right. If he acted the wanted and showed you all his emotions at once you would surely run away and hide from him, you technically didn’t know who he was. But the irrational side of him didn’t care, he’d drag you away kicking and screaming in front of these people and bite you in front of them, staking his claim to you. He knew Heeseung knew that, Heeseung knew the extent of his insanity for you and he wasn’t about to let Jay expose their true nature to the world, he had to keep him on a leash. 

“What do I do then?” Jay surrenders to his older brother. “Let me talk to her, I’ll make an opening for you to talk to her. But, you need to keep it together.” He warns, squeezing his shoulders. He looks at the boys and points to them, “and you guys stay nearby and be ready to jump in if anything goes wrong. Wait for my signal before coming over, Jay.”

“Can we go on the ferris wheel?” Nayeon taps her chin with a perfect manicured finger noticing the line to the ride was short. You pop another piece of cotton candy into your mouth and watch the wheel stop at the top and shake your head, “you know how much I hate heights. Go get a cute boy to go with you.” You smirk playfully. 

“Oh come on, I’ll hold your hand. I doubt some random boy will go with me,” she pouts. “Girl, you’re hot. Go stand in that line and I can assure you some boy will be begging to sit next to you.” You chuckle tying the cotton candy bag closed. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, “you know-”

“Excuse me,” a smooth voice breaks your little playful banter, a deep red blush plasters itself on Nayeon’s cheeks as a tall handsome man approaches you both with a side smirk. “I’m Heesung, I hope I’m not bothering you two.” He notices Nayeon’s giggly nature and uses it to his advantage as he shoots her another flirty smile. 

“No, not at all!” She answers quickly in a squeaky voice, you bite back a laugh watching her falter under this stranger’s charm. His doe eyes flick over to you and for a split second you get an odd sensation wash over you, like a sense of recognition. But, as far as you can tell, you’ve never seen this man before. 

“Are you okay?” He asks studying your face and reactions carefully. “Yeah, sorry, you just…look kind of familiar to me?” He purses his lips and looks behind you before bringing his gaze back to you, “I think I would remember if I met two girls as beautiful as you both.”

Nayeons’s face is permanently stained pink. “I don’t mean to be too forward, but I was hoping I could enjoy your company on the ferris wheel?” He asks, shooting her another heart stopping smile. Was this dude listening to your conversation? Her eyes widen slightly and she smiles so wide her adorable bunny teeth are on full display. 

“I don’t wanna leave my best-”

“It’s fine,” you smile while nudging her slightly, “go have fun.” You give her a look telling her it really is okay. “Well if you don’t mind, my brother is here too. Maybe he can keep you company while I steal your friend for a moment?” He looks behind you again and uses a ‘come over’ motion with his arm. Slight annoyance fills your mind, you don't want to be forced to make small talk with some random guy's brother while your best friend gets to be whisked away by probably the ‘hot one’. 

“Oh, I don’t-”

“You’ll love him, his name is Jay.” He smiles. You shoot Nayeon a ‘please help me’ look but she’s slightly distracted by the guy walking toward the three of you, her eyebrows raise in surprise and excitement when she looks back at you. Not a disgusted face, that was good, maybe this guy wasn’t going to look half bad then. You reluctantly look to your right side at the man that has taken his place next to you.  

“Hi,” his voice sends a cold prickling sensation down your spine, it heightens all your senses and you feel goosebumps litter your skin. Looking at him feels unreal, but at the same time, you feel like you know him. He’s handsome, handsome is actually an understatement. He’s beautiful, his features are sharp, angled, and masculine but his eyes are gentle and soft. A warm comforting smile sits on his honey skin, he extends a hand to you as he repeats his name in his captivating voice. 

When you take his large hand in yours it feels like static electricity, small vibrating sensations trickle down to your fingertips as you tell him your name. You didn’t even notice Heeseung and Nayeon were long gone already. You can’t help but stare at him, wondering why this stranger seems so familiar to you. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, noticing your perplexed face. You snap out of your thoughts embarrassed, “yeah! I’m sorry, I just thought I knew you from somewhere.” He smiles gently at you, which causes your stomach to do a backflip. The carnival lights that bounce off his honey skin give him an angelic glow, in contrast to his devilishly handsome features. 

“I’ve lived around here for a long time, you’ve probably seen me around.” He runs his fingers through his messy styled hair pushing the strands back exposing his smooth forehead. “Maybe..” You look at the ferris wheel and see Nayeon on the top of the wheel batting her eyelashes and placing her delicate hand on Heeseung’s bicep using all her signature flirting moves. You can feel Jay staring at you, you rock back and forth on your heels awkwardly feeling small under his gaze. 

“Is Heeseung your only brother?” You ask, trying to break the awkward tension watching the ferris wheel turn, hurry up and finish the stupid ride Nayeon. “No, there’s five of us.” You look at him in disbelief, “five?! Wow, that’s crazy. You guys must get in all sorts of trouble.” He steps closer to you and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, his thumb lightly brushes your face leaving goosebumps in its path, “you have no idea.” You can feel your heartbeat in your chest thumping loudly. You look into his dark eyes and you have an inordinate feeling of home. He doesn’t feel like a stranger to you, his touch has you melting and without thinking you close your eyes and lean into his hand.

Jay watches with fondness as you sink into his touch just like how you used to. Your skin radiates warmth in comparison to his icy cold palms. Heeseung watches from the ferris wheel and simpers slightly, it had been a long time since he’s seen that look on his brother’s face. He made a mental note to find and thank Jeongyeon properly for this. Jay finally feels some peace in his soul, this moment with you, this small moment was almost with the two thousand year wait for you. 

“My beloved…” The name has your eyes flying open in confusion. You move away from his hand and furrow your eyebrows, what the hell? You feel muddled at your actions, but mostly the nickname rolling off his tongue sent another sharp chill down your spine. He watches you with trepidation and nerves, he didn’t mean to call you that out loud, and now you were suspicious of him. You put space between you both and wait in silence for a few minutes before Nayeon and Heeseung make their way to you, she frowns seeing your uncomfortable stance, “are you okay?” You look between her and Jay and nod hesitantly, you just needed to leave, something was telling you to leave.  

“Well we should get going, it was nice meeting you.” You break the awkward tension as you grab Nayeon and lead her away from the boys without a chance to protest. You link your arm with hers and make your way to the parking lot in search of her car at a fast pace. “Are you okay? Did he do something?” Nayeon asks, slightly disappointed that you pulled her away before she could get Heeseung’s phone number. “No,he’s just giving me this creepy sense of deja vu.” She raised an eyebrow at you, “what do you mean?” You groan frustrated with the situation, “I can’t explain it, but something told me that we needed to get away from them.I get this weird feeling..they’re not nice or something.” 

She sees how tense and uncomfortable you are and grabs your hand showing her support for you, “okay. Calm down, we walked away and we’re going to go home, okay? I’m sorry for leaving you alone with him.” You shake your head and squeeze her hand back, “no, don't apologize. I just..I just want to go home.” She drops your hand and searches her purse for her car keys,“you got it, babe. Let’s go home.” 

“I can’t wait, Heeseung. I’ll go crazy if she’s not mine tonight, I don’t trust myself to wait. And I don’t trust her to not do anything stupid.” Jay is pacing back and forth in the parking lot chewing at the skin around his nails. “This is happening way too fast, something is going to go wrong again.” Jake tries to get Heeseung to see his side, but Heeseung will always choose Jay. Heeseung sighs and looks at Sunoo, “go make her sleep and tell her friend to go home.”

Sunoo shoots Jake an apologetic glance before walking over to you and Nayeon. She furrows her brows at the blonde stranger, “can we help you?” Sunoo smiles sweetly, letting his chocolate brown eyes turn into gold spheres, “you’re going to go home now, don’t worry about your friend, we’ll take care of her.” Nayeon slowly blinks at him and nods, “I’m going home now, you’ll take care of her.”Before you could form a reaction his eyes grab onto yours and everything in your brain shuts off, no thoughts, no functions, just emptiness. “Go to sleep.” Your knees buckle and he catches you before you hit the gravel, darkness. 

Jay grabs your sleeping body from Sunoo and lifts you effortlessly carrying you to the car. Now he’s the one with an overwhelming feeling of deja vu. The last time he had you on his lap cradled into him like this was when you were dead and they were taking you to Jeongyeon. He can’t help but stare at your chest, making sure it was rising and falling with each breath you took, listening intently to your steady heartbeat.  

The soft mattress underneath you doesn’t feel like your own, slowly blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you look around the unfamiliar room confused. You become even more awake and alarmed when you see Jay sitting in a desk chair in the corner of the room watching you. “Where am I?” He stands from the chair and makes his way to the bed. “You had a dizzy spell, don’t you remember? Nayeon ran off with Heeseung. So I brought you here so you could relax.” He sits on the bed watching you sit up rubbing your head as you try to remember your last moments of consciousness. 

“Where is here exactly?” You mumble looking at him nervously. He looks around the dimly lit room, “my home, well mine and my brother’s.” You take notice of the thick quilted blanket covering you and you get that peculiar deja vu feeling again. It’s a simple quilt, patches of floral and farm animals woven together beautifully with dark green threading. Shaking the feeling off you remind yourself of your current situation. “Well, thanks for watching after me. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but I’d like to go. I don’t know you…I’d like to call Nayeon.”

He can hear your heartbeat quicken, you were getting scared. For a split second, just for a second, he forgets about everything. Seeing you wrapped in a blanket that belonged to you, a blanket your mom made for you as an engagement gift. He forgets all the time that has passed and just sees a fearful expression in your eyes that makes him act on pure instinct without thinking. He kisses you. Just like the old days, whenever you had any worries he silenced them with a tender kiss to your lips. It’s only when his lips meet yours he remembers Jeongyeon’s warning, and he pulls away panicked, fuck, what did he just do?

It feels like lightning striking down your body. When he pulls away, a pained whimper escapes your mouth as your head begins to fill with immense pressure, so intense it has your vision blurring and ears ringing loudly adding to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands cover your ears to try and block out the sounds as a high pitched shriek leaves your lips when a sharp pain like a heavy punch to the ribcage knocks the air out of you. You fall against the mattress and let the sensations roll over your body and mind.  

Silence. 

Jay watches with fear in his eyes as you suck in a huge breath of air and stare into nothing with tears streaming down your face. Everything is silent, all you can hear is your own erratic heartbeat as white floods your vision and memories play behind your eyes like a movie. The farm, your parents, the village, meeting Jongseong, the disappearances of fellow villagers, and the truth. The last scene replays in slow motion, finding out the truth about Jongseong and your last few moments you had on earth before you took your own life. 

He recognizes the petrified look in your eyes, it was the same look you gave him the last day he saw you, he didn’t want it to be this way. He wanted to ease you into it, he didn’t want you to be scared of him. But that plan was now destroyed and it was all his fault, he couldn’t risk what you would do, he had to act now, and he wanted to do it without Sunoo interfering again. 

You look at him with an enraged expression as tears dribble down your cheeks. “Jongseong…how did-…why am I alive again?” This is for your own good, he thinks. You’ll thank him eventually, you love him, he knows you do. “I’m not letting you go again, I’ll spend the rest of eternity making you forgive me. You’re not leaving me again.” He pinches your chin in his hand and pushes your head back into the pillows exposing your neck to him, he doesn’t even think about it, he sinks his teeth in as deep as they can go and lets his venom release into your bloodstream. 

Not even half a second passes before you’re shaking frantically under him and as soon as the first drop of his venom hits your bloodstream you start screaming as loud as your lungs will allow you. He holds you close to his body, he knows it hurts but it’ll pass, you’re meant to be together. Your body thrashes and convulses in his arms like a fish out of water and all he can do is offer kind words and phrases into your ears.  

It feels like liquid fire is coursing through your veins, it burns so badly you’re surprised your skin isn’t melting off of the bone. The venom runs slowly through your body, killing everything in its path and scorching it. After the venom takes its course you’ll take your last breath, your heart will stop and you’ll finally be all his. Your throat tightens painfully stopping your loud screaming, all you could do was stare at the ceiling with your mouth agape as you gasped for air desperately. It felt as if a boulder was placed onto your chest while lava was being injected into your veins at the same time, you didn’t know what was more painful, not breathing or the venom in your body. 

“I know baby…I know,” he tries to soothe you, kissing your sweaty skin and patting down your wet hair. “It’ll pass,” he promises gently, rocking your trembling body. He hates seeing you like this, he wants to take the pain away from you and bestow it upon himself, he wishes he could. His mind slowly drifts over to Sunghoon as the gears of his brain start to turn, Sunghoon was turned into one of them by an old girlfriend. She couldn’t stand the sight of him in pain so she distracted him by using pleasure, so much pleasure it dulled the pain and made the transition into his new life a little bit smoother. He could do that for you, he could make you feel good and ease your pain.

“I’ll distract you,” he promises as he lays your body down. He removes the thick quilt off of your body and peels the dress that’s stuck to your clammy body off of you, kissing and licking at the glistening skin. Were you still a virgin he ponders as he removes all pieces of fabric on your body. You had to be, you were made for him. Taking in your nude form he hums in adoration, even in your pained sweaty state you’re a daydream. Your skin is sticky and wet to the touch and the veins under your skin give off a fluorescent orange glow from the venom, it makes you look magical to him. 

You don’t fully understand what’s happening around you, you can’t even see properly from the blinding pain in your body, your vision is blurry with random bursts of light. You can feel every part of you breaking down from the inside out at an agonizing slow pace. How could he do this to you? Two thousand years have passed and he’s still obsessed with you. What happened to your parents? What did he do to bring you back to this hell on earth? There really would be no escape from him after this. 

You feel a dull sensation between your legs that has your eyes blinking fast, the pain from the venom is too overwhelming to fully focus on it but you can slightly feel an odd tingling sensation between your thighs. Jay is on his stomach between your thighs as he lets his tongue lick lazily between your folds to create moisture. Your body is still shaking and shuddering underneath him from the pain, you’re not making any sounds, your body must be in shock he thinks. He kisses your inner thigh and lets the pads of his middle and ring finger circle your clit to help your body get aroused. 

He has thought about this moment for a long time, what you tasted like, what you sounded like, what you felt like. This wasn’t his ideal way of his first time with you but he had forever to make it up to you, to give you many more of these moments and the romantic gestures you deserved. Slipping his two thick fingers inside of you he groans at how tight you were, “I knew you waited for me, beloved.” He murmurs, kissing your thigh again. You were impossibly tight, squeezing his fingers as he tried to explore inside of you. 

Dipping his head down he licks your pussy again, savoring the taste of you on his tongue, your arousal tasted better than any blood that ever touched his lips. It doesn’t take long before he’s lost in the taste of you pressing his face further into you, his nose pressing right against your clit as his tongue swipes up and down messily and slurping his spit and your arousal that’s leaking around his fingers. The tip of his finger hits the spongy part inside of you and your thigh twitches next to him and hears the faintest gasp pass your parted lips, the sound making his hips grind into the mattress to creating friction against his aching cock. 

“Try and relax baby, I’m going to make you feel good, it’ll help with the pain,” he whispers against your folds before diving in again. He fucks his fingers faster into you as he continues to messily lap at your cunt. Savoring every inch of your pussy, he could spend eternity buried in your sweet pussy, lapping up everything you give him. Your hips slightly buck into his mouth as your hot walls squeeze his fingers, you are close. You can’t even tell you’re close until your orgasm rolls over you blocking out the pain for a few seconds. You clenched around his thick fingers as your body wracked with pleasure, your toes curled and a gush of slick poured out of you and into his awaiting mouth.

He kept his mouth on you greedily slurping your mess while his fingers stayed pumping in your pussy riding you through your orgasm. He had to use his free hand to squeeze his cock to stop himself from cumming in his pants. You struggle to catch your breath enjoying the few seconds of calm before the pain from the venom starts to creep on your nerves again. He looks up at you with flustered sweaty skin, his nose and mouth covered in your arousal. He notices the pained look returning to your face, he needs to distract you again. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll help you.” 

You shake your head with the little energy you have left, “please…please don’t..” Your voice is coarse as you look at him with sad wet eyes, he pushes the sweaty hair that’s stuck to your forehead. “Shhh, just let me take care of you.” The internal mental battle with past you and present you was going wild. Past you wanted to wait for marriage, to do things properly. Present you, adapted to the new world, your virginity wasn’t something you considered to be of importance. You told yourself if you loved the guy and the timing was right there was nothing wrong with having sex before marriage. But, both versions of yourself agreed on the issue at hand, you don’t want to lose your virginity this way. 

You watch him paralyzed in pain as he starts to undress himself, slotting himself between your thighs as he strokes his cock a few times to smear the precum that collected around the angry red tipped head. “I love you,” He leans his body down so he is hovering over you. He rubs the tip of his nose against yours as he positions his cock at your entrance, he slowly slides himself in watching your face intently gauging for any reaction. 

He pushes into you, passing the thin resistance of your virginity as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth groaning at the way your cunt instinctively sucks him in deeper. “See baby, even your pretty little pussy knows who you belong to.” He slowly rocks his hips into yours still watching your face, you feel the stretch of your cunt accommodating to his thick girth. The sensation from his cock brings your focus on him instead of the burning venom. 

You want to push him out of you but you can’t move, you have to just lay there and let him do whatever he wants to do to you. He feels your pussy getting wetter around him, and the little gasps that get caught in your throat are hard to ignore. A different warmth was starting to build in your belly, you were so tight and hot around his throbbing cock he couldn’t bring himself to be gentle with you, the drag of his cock in your gummy walls was driving him insane. He could make love to you later, he just needed to fuck you right now.

Jay grunts loudly every time he pulls his cock out of you only to slam back in with a brutal force that has your breasts bouncing wildly only fueling his desire even more. Your pussy was made just for him, it had to be. His cock fit inside of you so perfectly, you were all his. Every part of your body was tingling, you could no longer tell if it was from the venom or the building orgasm in your belly. You couldn’t stop the small moans and mewls escaping from your dry lips with each of his relentless thrusts into you. The ringing in your ears was being drowned out by the loud smacks of your sweaty skin collision together. The stretch didn't hurt anymore, all you could feel was the forced pleasure he was giving you with each thrust of his cock.

Your eyes were drooping as you fought to stay awake, he could hear your heartbeat slowing and your breathing becoming more shallow; you were dying. He fucks into you faster, he wants you to cum at least once while you’re still human. He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifting your legs so your knees are pressed against your chest, giving him a better angle to assault your cervix with the tip of his cock. He kisses your parted lips, “you’re doing so good for me, it’ll be over soon.” His pelvic bone hits your swollen clit with each thrust heightening the pleasure. 

Everything in your body is starting to lose feeling, you can feel yourself slowly slipping away. The assault on your womb is the only thing you can feel, his movements become erratic, desperate to get you to cum. “Be my good girl and cum for me,” he pants against your open mouth, the mixture of his words, his pelvic bone stroking against your swollen clit, and the hard hits against your spot all the pain subsides. He feels your body tense underneath him and you arch slightly off of the bed as your eyes roll back with a whimper. You pussy squeezes his cock and he feels your orgasm soaking his thighs and dripping down his balls triggering his own building orgasm. His hips still as he throws his head back groaning as he releases his cum deep inside of you. 

You couldn’t deny in this moment, he looked ethereal on top of you glistening in a thin layer of sweat, adam's apple bobbing thickly as beads of sweat clung to it. You slowly blink up at him as you choke on the last remnants of air in your lungs, “shhh,” he tries to soothe you by kissing along your jawline. He can feel the fear radiating off of you, “don’t be scared, beloved. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” This was really happening, you were really dying, you weep silently feeling the darkness consume you. You exhale your last breath and he watches the light dim from your eyes before they close, “rest well, beloved.”

He pulls his softening cock out of you letting your mixed fluid drip onto the bed. Not being able to resist the urge, he dips his head between your legs and licks at your leaking hole savoring the mixed taste of you two. Lapping and slurping the mixture out of you to “clean you up.” Your body is still, unlike the last time he saw you like this, this time he was overjoyed. Kissing your thighs he can’t stop the smile on his face. “I told you, you can’t escape me.”

The guys sat around the family room in silence hearing your screams and cries of desperation bouncing off of the walls. The screams seemed to have lasted for two hours, it reminded them all of when they changed and how painful it was, they sympathize with you. When the screams stopped and Jay’s grunts and your whines filled the air they knew what he was doing to make the transition easier. Jake only felt more disgusted with his older brother, you weren’t in your right mind to consent to sex, how much of you was Jay going to break for his own selfish desires? 

There’s sudden silence, they channel into their hypersenses and no longer hear your slowing heartbeat and no longer smell the honeysuckle of your blood. You were one of them. Jake shakes his head as he glares at Heeseung, “you should’ve never allowed this. She didn’t want this life and you let him take the choice away from her.” Heeseung was sick and tired of this same debate with Jake, “I wasn’t going to risk losing Jay, I don’t regret sacrificing her human life in exchange for his eternal happiness. Bring it up to me again, or question the way I take care of you guys and I will have you out of this house.” 

The threat hung heavy in the air as Sunoo and Sunghoon awkwardly shifted their gazes around not waiting to get involved. Heeseung stands up and motions for Sunghoon to follow him. “Where are you going?” Sunoo asks, hoping he really wasn’t going to drag Jake out of their home. “To find a warm body for her to eat, she needs someone fresh for her first meal. I’m going to bring him to them so she can feed. Sunghoon will come with me, you two stay put and help with anything Jay needs until our return.” Jake knew the last part was meant specifically for him. He nods with a sneer on his face and watches them leave, was he seriously the only one in this whole fucking house that saw the problem in the situation?

47 minutes 28 seconds 

That's how much time passes before your heavy eyes flutter open, Jay can’t contain the grin on his face. This was his dream come true, he has you for eternity now. It’s a strange feeling, you feel nothing but everything all at once. You don’t hear your heartbeat or feel the air in your lungs which sends a spark of anxiety in your stomach. You can feel every thread of the cotton shirt you’re wearing and you don’t need to breathe to know that the scent that's lingering on it belongs to Jay. 

“How do you feel, beloved?” His voice breaks your thoughts and you look at him with a scorned expression. “I can’t believe you did this to me…” He wants to reply but a devilish smirk adorns his face. His senses work better than yours and he’s waiting for you to make the first move. It only takes a few seconds before he’s watching you sit up from the bed as your eyes widen. Your throat tightens and the inside of your mouth starts salivating wildly, a delicious scent of what smells like fresh steak. The bedroom door opens and Heeseung smiles warmly at you, “glad you’re awake, you must be starving. I brought you dinner, doesn't it smell good?” His tone is almost taunting and condescending. 

Sunghoon follows behind him holding a man by the back of his neck forcing him into the room and tossing him onto the floor with ease, he’s bleeding from his mouth and nose and you’re practically drooling at the sight completely hypnotized by the dripping blood. “Thank you for grabbing her dinner, Heeseung.” Jay smiles watching your reaction, he’s amazed you’re not already on the man, your self control was impressive for a new vampire. 

“Don’t mention it, we’re family now.” He looks at you with a hard stare, “and families stay together, and protect each other.” It came off as more of a warning than a statement. The two boys leave the room to give you some privacy, everyone remembers their first kills. It’s messy, it's personal, and it's erotic. Jay pulls you from the bed and walks you to where the man is on the floor. 

“Please! I have a wife and kids!” He’s on his knees pleading for his life. The scene makes you step back realizing the weight of the situation and reminds you of what you didn’t want to happen, what you killed yourself over to avoid happening. You didn’t want to be like them, you didn’t want to kill anyone. You shake your head and try to move out of Jay’s grasp, “don’t make me do this…please..I’m begging you Jongseong…”

He was tired of this nonsense from you, now that he had you and you weren’t some fragile human anymore, he could be more stern with you. “You need to feed,” he grabs the man and uses his sharp teeth to slice a gash in his neck letting the blood drip from the wound. The scent of the dripping fresh blood engulfs your senses and your mouth salivates again as your belly gurgles in hunger. You shake your head sobbing trying to move away from Jay, “I won’t do this! You can’t make me!”

Rolling his eyes he grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your face near the bleeding wound on his neck. You try to keep your lips in a tight line but once the sweet blood touches your nose and skin you urges take over and you open your mouth letting the warm liquid spill onto your tongue for the first time. It’s warm as it trickles down your throat, the hunger in your belly finally subsiding with every large gulp you take of his life. You clutch his face, keeping his wriggling body still as you sink your teeth further into his neck, chewing on the muscle slurping lewdly at the warm blood. It’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted, it’s soothing and warm in your empty belly. How were you ever meant to stop drinking when it tastes this good, how were you supposed to control yourself in the presence of humans after learning what they tasted like. 

Jake stood in the doorway watching the unfortunate scene in front of him unfold. Your hands were clutching the man's cheeks, fingers and nails digging into the sunken gray flesh, you were taking long messy gulps from his neck. The blood was spilling from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. He knew your body was enjoying the blood, savoring the metallic taste as you indulged into your animalistic desires. 

He could recognise the look on your face from anywhere, he had the same one his first time, they all did. You could taste the man's emotions, taste his fear, sorrow, his pain. If your heart was still beating it would have broken with each swallow you took of his life and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Tears were pouring down your cheeks contrasting the growls and satisfied hums you were making around the wound. Your eyes, your eyes broke him. The look in your eyes, was sadness for the man, mourning for the life you lost, and the fear of what the future holds for you and Jay now.

Jay rubs soothing circles on your back as he proudly watches you give into your desires as you feast on this human. He can hear the man’s heartbeat slowing, he makes eye contact with him as the light slowly leaves his eyes, slowly blinking up at him, silently pleading for Jay to pull you off of him. This part was Jay’s favorite, watching his victims as he would drink the last bit of life from them gave him a rush like no other.  

blink……..blink…….blink…….bli-

You pull off of his neck and let his body slump to the floor, a choked gurgle leaves your mouth as you cry out. Jay turns your body to him ignoring your wailing and licks the blood off of your neck and lips, cleaning up your mess as you stare at the ceiling in disbelief, this was your new life. Jake watches everything with a somber expression on his face. This wasn’t right, you shouldn’t have had your life ripped away from you this way.

He watches Jay place kisses on your face and utter sweet praises and loving words to you to calm your cries. He sees the conflict in your demeanor, your body is tense, fists clenched, and body shaking, he knows you’re mad and heartbroken. But again, your eyes don’t lie, he sees the love you have for Jay, which only makes you more mad and more confused. You hate what he did to you, but you love him, you’re in love with him. Despite what he has done to you, you are still in love with him. How could you love someone like that?

He grabs the doorknob and gives you a last mournful glance as you wrap your arms around Jay and kiss him back, letting yourself tap into the love you have for him, because there isn't anything else you can do. You have a new fate, and that new fate is forever tied to Jay.  Jake sighs and shuts the door letting his large hand linger on the golden door knob. 

“Maybe in another life…little dove..”

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i need help!!

ok so i remember months ago i read a jake fic where f!reader was reading a book while jake was sleeping and he had a dream where reader was being flirty with another guy and when he woke up in the middle of the night he told reader about it and it lead to them making love love. i need to find that fic like so bad if this is on your tl and u have an idea of what im talking abt please help me!! 😭

the day sunoo starts dating it will be over for me. yall will never see me again!!!!!!!!!

Out of My League | S.JY

footballer!jake x fem footballer!reader

warnings: smut (mdni) unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, cream pie, nipple play, slight overstim, not proof read, anything else lmk!

w.c: 5.5k

REQ: can't stop thinking about football teammate-slash-friend jaeyun whom you've had a secret crush and have never acted on it because you felt like he was out of your league... until that afternoon right after training when you and some of your teammates were at his place, fixing up and getting ready for a pool party. jake let you take a shower in his own bathroom, and when he saw you step out in a sundress for the first time, he knew he won't be able to contain his hidden desires for you much longer...

a/n: hi! first of all, this is european football and not american, soccer basically. i hope you like this anon! i ran to complete this request because i have been dying for an excuse to write footballer jake and imagine him in a strip (for me? it's ac milan or celtic personally). I changed tiny little aspects of it, hope you don't mind! enjoy and reblog, like, comment, etc etc.

You sprint down the pitch, heart pounding as the ball moves rapidly between your teammates. The opposing team is pressing hard, and you sense the danger building. You catch sight of Jake, your reliable defensive midfielder, positioned just ahead of the backline. With the opposition's attackers closing in, you know it's time to reinforce your defence.

"Jake! Drop back!" you shout, your voice cutting through the roar of the crowd. Immediately, Jake responds to your command, falling back to help the defenders. You watch as he expertly positions himself, ready to intercept any potential threats. His quick reaction provides the necessary buffer, allowing your team to regroup and cover any gaps.

With Jake now deeper, the opposition's forward hesitates. This split-second delay is all your defenders need to mark their men more tightly. With Jake in position, you feel a renewed sense of security. You move to close down the space in front of you, preparing to press any midfielder attempting to break through.

The ball is passed wide to the opposing winger, and your full-back engages, trying to force them towards the touchline. The winger tries to cut inside, but Jake is there, reading the play perfectly. He steps up, intercepts the pass intended for the striker, and quickly looks for an outlet. His composure under pressure is evident as he spots you making yourself available for a pass.

"Switch!" you call, ready to change the direction of play. Jake delivers a precise pass to your feet, and you immediately look upfield, spotting an opportunity. You send a long ball to your winger, who takes it in stride and charges down the flank. The crowd's anticipation grows as he crosses the ball into the box.

There are only seconds on the overtime clock and you know you need to do something, and fast. You sprint into the penalty area, arriving just in time to meet the cross with a powerful header. The ball flies past the goalkeeper and into the net. The crowd of amateur football fans and dragged-along parents erupt in cheers as you and your teammates celebrate.

Jake's face lights up with a beaming smile as he sprints towards you. Without missing a beat, he wraps his arms around you and lifts you high into the air. Laughter bubbles out of you as he spins you around, the world blurring into a whirl of colours and cheers. His joy is infectious, and you can’t help but throw your arms up in delight.

As Jake sets you back down, the two of you share a moment of pure happiness. He places his hands on each side of your face and brings your forehead to his. “You fucking did it,” he whispers, though the excitement in his chest makes the words sound much louder. His lips suddenly find their way to your sweaty forehead and your eyes widen, a faint tingle spreading over your body.

Although he does this every time you score a winning goal - or any goal at all, for that matter - it still makes your heart flutter like a captured bird, frantically beating against its cage. Perhaps that’s why you strive to always score at least one goal every game, just to feel his touch like this.

Jake Sim, your friend and right-hand man on your co-ed college football team, has always had that effect on you. It was quite pathetic really, and so cliché that you almost smack yourself in the face every time you think about him. Harbouring a crush on your best friend is so noughties rom-com it’s almost laughable.

Your infatuation with Jake began two years ago when you both started college. He was in every single one of your classes, a coincidence that felt like destiny. From the first day, his charisma and kindness drew you in, and before long, you found yourself gravitating towards him. When you both signed up for the football team, your bond solidified. Practices, matches, and late-night study sessions became the fabric of your shared routine. You became inseparable, your lives interwoven with a seamless blend of friendship and teamwork.

Jake’s presence was a constant source of solace. His laughter was infectious, his encouragement unwavering. On the field, he was your anchor, always ready to support you, celebrate your victories, and lift you up - both literally and figuratively. Off the field, he was your confidant, your late-night study partner, and your favourite person to unwind with after a gruelling day. He was the only person in this world that never drained your social battery.

Yet, despite the closeness, you never dare to confess your feelings. You convince yourself that someone as perfect and enchanting as Jake can’t possibly see you in a romantic light. It isn’t that you think poorly of yourself - you know you are far from unattractive - but Jake’s effortless charm and the way everyone seems to orbit around him makes you feel like just another face in the crowd. He is so out of your league that you can’t ever fathom him liking you any more than he already does as your friend.

Your heart aches with unspoken longing, each shared smile and inside joke adding fuel to the fire of your crush. You cherish every moment with him, even though it comes with a bittersweet pang. Watching him laugh, seeing his eyes light up during your conversations, feeling the warmth of his arm casually draped over your shoulders - it was all wonderful and agonising at the same time.

In those quiet moments when you are alone with your thoughts, you fantasise about what it might be like if he reciprocates your feelings. But then reality crashes in, reminding you that Jake is seemingly unattainable. So, you keep your feelings locked away, hidden behind the facade of friendship, hoping that someday you might find the courage to tell him how you really feel. Until then, you continue to play, to score, and to revel in the moments when Jake’s lips touch your skin, even platonically.

You don’t get the chance to breathe in this moment with him because suddenly, your team hoists you into the air, shouting congratulatory words. It’s not uncommon for your football team to win; in fact, you’re all some of the best players in the amateur league. But a tight game like this one, with the score coming in at 2-1 thanks to you, is a special cause for celebration.

Amidst the jubilant chaos, you search for Jake's face below you. His adoring smile stretches across his cheeks, his eyes gleaming with awe. He looks up at you as if you're a hero, and for a moment, the world feels perfect.

Jake has always valued you as a player, often confessing during training that he aspires to emulate your skill and dedication. His admiration is no secret, but sometimes you wonder if there is something deeper behind those lingering glances and encouraging words.

“Alright, celebratory party at mine! Bring your trunks,” Jay bellows as the team finally places your feet back on the ground, their energy still buzzing from the win.

Within a beat of being steady, Jake slings an arm over your shoulder, his touch warm and familiar. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he pulls you closer, his fingers casually brushing against your arm. “Hey,” he says softly, “why don’t you get ready at my place? We can pregame a bit before heading over to Jay’s.”

His eyes flick to your lips briefly, and your heart skips a beat. You wonder if you’re imagining it, but the lingering intensity in his gaze makes you question everything, but you quickly dismiss it as pure delusion. “Sure, that sounds fun,” you manage to reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions swirling inside you.

As you walk together, his arm still draped over you, you steal glances at him, wondering if he can hear your thoughts and, fuck, you really hope he can’t. You made the mistake of eyeing him up in his football strip - a black and red vertical striped, tight-fitted top that adorns your school’s logo on the chest, paired with loose black shorts that show off his naturally muscly thighs. You are wearing the same uniform yet it looks like you’re dressed as a bad Álvaro Morata cosplay compared to your friend.

It’s no wonder he never looked at you as a potential romantic partner.

Maybe you could change that with a certain purchase you made last month.

_____

Walking into Jake’s room, you don’t bother to knock, knowing that he’s in the shower as you hear the water running from his ensuite bathroom. You've already changed into your outfit despite telling Jake you would get ready at his place. It isn’t uncommon for you to do this; after all, it is a lot of effort to lug around your makeup and curlers. Plus, you want to surprise him when he sees you.

Jake is so used to seeing you in either your football uniform or casual outfits - a rotation of jeans, leggings, or cargo trousers paired with loose t-shirts or hoodies, sometimes even one of his. It’s very rare he sees you as dolled up as you are right now; maybe the only other time was for his mum and dad’s 25th wedding anniversary.

But today, you have on something much nicer than anything you’ve ever placed on your body before. Last month, you purchased a milkmaid sundress after seeing over 20 TikToks in a row talking about how it appeases the male gaze. Now, you aren’t one to buy into the trap of dressing for a man, making it quite clear to everyone around you that you would rather die than appeal to men in exchange for your own comfort. But this was not just any man - this was Jake after all - and you wanted to be seen by him. So, is it a crime to want to gain his attention?

The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, the soft fabric accentuating your figure while still feeling incredibly comfortable. You look at yourself in Jake’s full-length mirror, turning from side to side and admiring the way the dress flows. The pretty floral pattern makes you look delicate and the way the dress cinches at your waist makes you feel like a princess.

Even though you are trying to impress Jake, you are surely impressing yourself.

The sound of the shower stops, and your heart races. You quickly check your reflection one last time, smoothing down your dress and adjusting a stray piece of hair. The bathroom door opens, and Jake steps out, a towel wrapped around his waist, water still glistening on his skin.

The sight takes your breath away. His tanned skin glows warmly against the stark white of the towel, a striking contrast that only emphasises his natural allure. Water droplets cling to his sculpted chest, slowly trickling down the ridges of his abs and disappearing to an area you’ve been desperate to explore for years. The light filtering into the room catches the droplets, making them shimmer like tiny jewels on his bronzed skin.

Jake’s hair, damp and tousled from the shower, clings to his forehead in a mess of dark waves. The wet shag frames his face perfectly, his puppy-dog eyes peeking through the chaos with a boyish charm that makes your heart thump. His muscles ripple subtly with each movement as he ruffles the back of his hair with another towel, the play of light and shadow accentuating every defined line and curve. The towel rests low on his hips, teasingly hinting at the strong lines of his lower abdomen, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks at the sight.

He pauses in his tracks, hands falling to his sides as his mouth falls open, taking in your appearance. His eyes widen, darkening with an emotion you can’t quite place. The room feels charged with electricity as his gaze sweeps over you, slow and deliberate. You feel suddenly insecure, acutely aware of every inch of your body under his intense scrutiny.

His eyes trail from your face, lingering on your flushed cheeks and the way your hair frames your features. They travel down the graceful curve of your neck to the neckline of your dress, where the delicate lace trim accentuates your collarbones. His breath catches as his stare continues its descent, taking in the way the fabric hugs your waist and flares out over your hips.

When his eyes reach the slit in your dress, exposing a tantalising glimpse of your leg, he audibly gulps, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing in astonishment. His reaction sends a thrill through you, your insecurities momentarily forgotten as you realise just how deeply you’ve affected him.

“Fuck me,” he says in exasperation, his voice barely a whisper, filled with raw desire and admiration.

Jake’s eyes snap back up to meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart pound in your chest. He takes a tentative step forward, closing the distance between you slightly, his movements slow and deliberate as if he’s afraid you might disappear.

“You look...unreal,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “When did you, uh, when did you get that dress?” He tries to play the question off as passive but the slight stutter in his voice betrays him.

You feel a surge of confidence mixed with nervous excitement. This is your chance, and you don’t want to let it slip away. “Oh, this?” you say, feigning nonchalance as you do a little twirl, the dress flares out beautifully. “I got it last month. I thought it might be fun to dress up for a change. I am the star of the party after all.” The giggle that escapes your lips makes you cringe but something about this dress is doing something to you, adding a strange allure to your character that you didn’t know was there before.

Or maybe it’s the way you see the boy in front of you physically melt at the sound.

Jake’s eyes follow the movement of your dress, his eyes lingering on the way it hugs your figure. “Fun is one way to describe it,” he says, his voice low. “I always thought you were beautiful but this? This is insane.”

You pause dead in your tracks, eyes widening for a split second as the words filter through your ears and register in your brain. He always thought you were beautiful. It takes everything inside you not to scream into the boy's face with sheer glee, jumping up and down on his bed like you just won the Euros.

You blink a few times, trying to process his words. “You think I’m beautiful?” you repeat, the question tumbling out before you can stop it.

Jake’s leer is steady, unwavering as he looks at you. “Yeah,” he says softly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You had to know that.”

You absolutely did not know that. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you force yourself to breathe evenly. Jake's casual demeanour around you has always been so effortless and unassuming that it's almost bizarre to think he ever considered you might know how he truly feels. The realisation is surreal, like stepping into a dream where every moment has been charged with unspoken longing.

“Honestly, no,” you manage, your voice a mere whisper in the quiet between you. “I was completely clueless, I guess.”

His brows knit together in genuine surprise. “Really?”

The reason Jake is so shocked is that for years he has pined after you like a lovesick fool. From the very first day he saw you walk into class, he knew he wanted to be around you all the time - morning and night, evenings and afternoons. If he could keep you close, he would. And by God, did he.

All those lingering touches on your waist as he passed by, the way he held your hand during crowded spaces that weren’t actually that crowded, and the tender kisses to your forehead at every game - those were all subtle hints about his affection towards you.

Jake had never shared this secret with you, but in his first year of college, he received an offer to play for a high-ranking football team, one that could have easily catapulted him into the professional leagues if he dedicated himself fully. But when he learned that you were a midfielder trying out for your own school’s team, his dreams took a backseat to his feelings for you. The chance to stay close to you, to be part of your daily life, meant more to him than any career advancement.

So, he turned down the prestigious offer and remained at college, using the chance to join the same football team as you. Every practice, every game, every moment spent on the pitch was an opportunity to be near you, to support you, and to be part of your world. It wasn’t just about playing the sport he loved - it was about being close to the girl he adored.

He had hoped his feelings would eventually become clear, that maybe the way he looked at you, the way he cheered for you a bit louder than anyone else, would convey what words could not. Yet here you were, completely unaware of the depth of his emotions.

“Yeah, really,” he says, his voice softening with a mix of relief and vulnerability. “I guess I’m not very good at showing it. I should have been a bit more obvious, huh?”

You can’t help but let out a scoff, both amused and touched. “Oh, you think?” you say, your voice tinged with playful exasperation. “The subtlety was impressive, but maybe a little too subtle.”

Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he tilts his head, his pupils conveying everything he has failed to tell you the past few years, glistening with fondness. His hand lingers on your cheek and his eyes are back on your lips, the same way they were earlier after the game. So you didn’t imagine it after all. 

Your chest rises but refuses to deflate as you hold in your breath, anticipation running rampant through your body. Jake’s fingers gently caress your cheek, his touch both reassuring and electrifying. The proximity of his body, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, creates a cocoon of intimacy that feels both exhilarating and calming. His eyes lock onto yours with a mixture of hope and desire, and you can’t help but feel a flush of lust hit your core and love punch your heart.

“Do you…feel similar? To me?” he asks, not sure the right way to phrase the question, the words stuck in his throat in fear that you’ll laugh in his face and ruin any potential opportunity he has right not to claim your lips with his own.

Inhaling, you nod. “Yeah, for a long time.” The admission throws Jake off balance, his brain unable to make sense of your words. You had wanted this as much as him?

His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, his intentions clear and unspoken. The air between you is charged, brimming with the promise of what could be. Your heart races, each second stretching into eternity as you wait for him to close the distance.

You’re almost overwhelmed by the urge to grab him and pull him into you, your mind screaming at him to stop teasing and make the move you’ve been craving. The tension is almost unbearable, the anticipation so thick it feels like it could be sliced with a knife. After years of feeling like you never stood a chance, the least he can do is bridge the gap between you two.

And finally, he does. Once he’s certain you won’t back away, Jake closes the space between you with a fervent urgency. His lips crash onto yours, the soft plumpness melding with yours in a symphonic harmony. The kiss is both tender and intense, a mingling of passion and longing that seems to erase all the doubts and fears of the past.

As his lips move against yours, you feel a surge of warmth, a thrilling confirmation of the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, the contact grounding you at the moment. Every touch, every caress, is electric as if he’s been waiting to show you just how much you mean to him.

“Fuck,” he breathes into your mouth, his voice a low, throaty whisper that sends shivers down your spine. His lips continue their relentless exploration, tilting his head to capture every corner of your mouth. He sweeps his tongue along your lips, his movements slow and deliberate, tracing the contours of your mouth with a possessive tenderness.

The kiss becomes intensified as his tongue glides into your mouth, dancing in a primal and captivating rhythm. He explores you with idle enthusiasm, each caress promising the depth of his affections. His hands slip from your waist to your lower back, pushing you close to him. You can feel the solid heat of his chest on yours, the hard planes of his body pushing into you, creating an internal fire that causes your heart to accelerate.

You respond eagerly, your own tongue meeting his in a passionate tango. Your fingers dig into his still-damp biceps, drawing him closer, your bodies melding together in a way that feels impossibly intimate. The outline of his arousal is unmistakable as it presses against your lower abdomen, the towel he’s wearing doing little to mask his growing need.

The sensation of his hardness against you adds a new layer of intensity to the moment, making your breath hitch and your skin flush with warmth. Every movement, every touch, heightens the urgency of your connection. His hands explore your back with a possessive hunger, his touch sending shivers up your spine. 

His hands move with deliberate slowness, tracing intricate patterns along your spine before dipping lower. As his fingers find the slit in your dress, they pause momentarily, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come. The anticipation builds, your breath catching in your throat, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest.

With a subtle shift, he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your panties. The intimate contact sends a shockwave through your body, your knees weakening as you lean into him for support. His touch is confident yet gentle, exploring the slick heat between your thighs with eagerness.

Each movement is calculated, designed to elicit the most exquisite reactions from you. Jake’s fingers glide through your folds, finding the sensitive bud that makes your entire body tense with pleasure. He circles it slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp and arch against him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your ear, his voice husky with desire. "I wish I showed you just how gorgeous you are every day, even in your strip. You look like a fucking vision in those grass-stained shorts."

A guffaw of scepticism leaves your lips but is swiftly bitten back when he puts delightful pressure on your nub, robbing the breath from your lungs.

The sensation is overwhelming, your senses heightened to the point where every touch feels magnified. His other hand remains on your lower back, holding you close, ensuring you don’t escape his grasp. The heat of his body, the firmness of his muscles, the way he’s pressed so intimately against you - it all combines to create a heady cocktail of desire that leaves you dizzy and yearning for more.

His fingers dip lower, teasing your entrance before plunging inside with deliberate, agonising slowness. The invasion is both gentle and commanding, a silent declaration of his control over your pleasure. He moves with a skill that makes your breath hitch and your legs tremble, his thumb continuing to caress your clit in perfect synchrony.

Your own hands, now trembling with need, slide from his biceps to clutch at his shoulders. You pull him even closer, your bodies melding together in a desperate bid for more contact. The towel around his waist loosens, and with a determined tug, you discard it, letting it fall to the floor. His arousal, now unencumbered, presses more insistently against you, the barrier of your new dress between you feeling almost unbearable.

"God, I need you," you whisper, your voice a breathless plea.

He responds with a deep, throaty growl, his lips finding yours again in a searing kiss. Your hand moves between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his length. The heat and hardness of him in your grasp send a fresh wave of desire coursing through you. You start to pump him slowly, savouring the feel of him in your hand, the way he twitches and grows even stiffer under your touch.

“Fuck- faster, baby,” he moans into your mouth, relishing in your grip.

You obey his instructions and pump his cock as best as you could, considering your head is in the clouds thanks to his fingers stretching you open. Every stroke of his digits, every brush of his thumb, pushes you closer to the edge. Your moans are soft, breathy, filled with the urgency of your desire. His name slips from your lips in a whispered plea, and he responds by increasing the tempo, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding as he matches the rhythm of your desperate strokes on his member.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers against your lips, his breath hot and tantalising.

The universe narrows to the sensation of his fingers inside you, a visceral and intense dance. Your body responds eagerly, hips moving in sync with his touches, each thrust bringing you closer to that wonderful, unavoidable release. The pressure rises, your muscles tense, and you breathe in small, quick spurts. Your grasp on his cock is non-existent, and your foremost focus is now on your own high.

And then, with one final, perfectly timed movement of his pointer and middle fingers pressing up against your wall, you shatter. Pleasure washes over you in waves, your body convulsing in his arms, a keening cry escaping your lips. As you come down from the high, your breaths ragged and your body trembling, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you feeling achingly empty.

"I'm going to make sure I'm never subtle again," Jake growls, his voice thick with craving.

Without hesitation, he pushes you onto the bed, the urgency in his movements undeniable. He stands over you, stroking himself with a mixture of need and appreciation, his eyes dark with lust. In one swift motion, he grabs your panties and tears them away, the sound of ripping fabric echoing the raw intensity between you.

To have you laying in front of him, your pretty new dress that only he has gotten to see you in now splayed across his bedsheets, the slit sitting on each side of you, exposing your wet cunt, it’s a dream come true.

Jake climbs on top of you, his body a solid, reassuring presence. He positions himself at your entrance, his hardness pressing against your slick folds, the tip of his member kissing your clit, causing you to jolt your back off the bed, the feeling overstimulating against the sensitive rosebud. 

His hands grip your hips possessively, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce determination. "All these years," he mutters, his voice a rough whisper, "I fucking held myself back. But I can't wait any longer, baby."

With a powerful thrust, he enters you, the sensation overwhelming as he fills you completely. You gasp, your body arching up to meet him, the sudden invasion a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. He sets a relentless pace, each thrust deep and demanding, his pent-up desire driving him forward.

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you buck up to match his rhythm, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the bed creaking beneath you, the wet sounds of your joining, and the mingled cries of pleasure escaping both of your lips.

Jake's left hand moves from your hips, trailing up your body, slipping over the fabric of your sundress. He pulls down the top, exposing your perfect tits. His eyes darken with lust as he watches them bounce with each thrust, a look of sheer delight crossing his features. He hates to admit it, but during drill practices, he eyes the way they bounce under your t-shirt, only wishing to see them bare. This is much better than he could have ever imagined. He leans down, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling with a fervour that makes you moan loudly.

The sensation of his mouth on you, his tongue swirling around your sensitive peak, sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, amplifying the feeling of his cock pounding into you, your walls tightening and drawing him in further. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, his teeth grazing lightly, eliciting a gasp from you.

"Jake," you moan, the intensity of the moment building once again. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

"Never," he growls, his voice a primal promise. "I’m going to make you mine, finally."

His hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubs it in tight, circular motions, perfectly in sync with his thrusts. The added stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your entire body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

His movements become even more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with a force that drives you both to the brink. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming need—it all converges into a blinding wave of ecstasy. Your second climax crashes over you, your body convulsing around him, pulling him deeper into your core.

With a final, shuddering thrust, Jake finds his release, his moan mingling with yours as he empties himself inside you, hot spurts of his cum filling you up to the brim. The sensation of his warmth spreading through you, the feel of his body pressed so intimately against yours, sends you spiralling into a shared afterglow of satisfaction and exhaustion.

Breathless and trembling, Jake collapses on top of you, his weight a comforting presence. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting lazy kisses along your collarbone, his lips warm and tender against your flushed skin. His hands stroke your sides gently, tracing the curve of your waist, his touch soothing and affectionate.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. "You wouldn’t even believe how much."

Your arms wrap around him, kissing the top of his head adoringly. “I have a slight clue,” you titter, looking down at his exhausted frame. He looks so cute in this position. Ironically, you have been in this exact pose before; cradling him while he places his head on your chest, except typically you’re in matching pyjamas and watching one of his superhero movies.

How it took you both his long to realise you both liked one another is beyond bafflement. 

Glancing up at you with those shimmering eyes and bright smile, Jake pouts the way he always does, making your heart melt. “I really did find you beautiful, before you dolled yourself up like this,” he explains, hoping that you don’t think for a minute that it was the dress that caused this turn of events. It helped, for sure, but he would have fucked you in front of everyone on the first day he saw you if it was socially acceptable.

Kissing his forehead, much like he does to you, you reassure him. “I know. And I fancied you well before I saw you in that white towel,” you laugh, injecting some lightheartedness into the tender moment.

Sitting up and pulling out of you with a hiss, Jake’s eyes roam your body once again. “We should get you cleaned up before we go to the pool party,” he smiles, slightly sad that he has to share you with the team, rather than spend more alone time with you.

“Or…” you trail off, sitting on your elbows.

“Or?” he prompts, curiosity piqued.

“We could stay here? Order in and just relax the way we always do?” The suggestion is symbolic to you both, each of you scared to admit your feelings the past few years for fear that it would change your relationship dynamic. But nothing has to change, rather just adapt around your already established friendship.

Smiling widely, Jake nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.” He looks at your exposed breasts, a smirk etching on his face. “Can we add fucking some more to that list?”

You laugh, reaching up to pull him back down into a kiss. “Absolutely, but I was still VIP of the game today so I think I deserve something special,” you tease, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

He grins against your lips, his hand sliding back down your body to cup your breast. “Fuck yes, anything you want, baby. I’ll make sure it’s better than any trophy.”

His words send a thrill through you, your body responding eagerly to his touch. "Good," you murmur, your lips brushing against his. "Because I've got a few ideas in mind."

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Who do you think in enhypen has a folder of their own noods? LOL

SUNGHOON 100000000%. I don't fucking know what it is about him but he's so........like artsy without realizing it. like i just know he has a folder of perfectly composed dick pics that he has yet to send to anyone who matters enough to him. ain't no way he doesn't romanticize himself. like i think he looks in the mirror and is like "i feel good today" and will take nudes to hype himself up and save them just in case.

i also think jake has an array of not only nudes, but full on, sound on, cum videos. and i 100% think he sends the same video to multiple people because all he needs is a fucking nut.

i'd argue jay, but i genuinely don't think he'd even take nudes unless prompted, and even then it would be like 3 hours before you get any because he'd probably be a bit of a perfectionist with it. you got jake out here sending dick pics with a monster can next to it for size, meanwhile jay is over analyzing the vein he has running up his cock and the size of his bush and wondering if he should shave it bald or just trim........... heeseung, on the other hand, takes nudes for the hell of it and never intends to send them to anyone unless the situation arises. like.... someone: lemme see that dick heeseung: ok *sends one from months ago, face in full view with a different hair color" im doing it, are u?

on another note, all of them are probably prone to taking current jerk off videos if they're into it enough.

ceo sunghoon who loves taking care of you because you're his ౨ৎ

warnings. smut, fluff, age gap (sunghoon!30s & reader!20s), swearing, dirty talk, pet names (ex. princess), unprotected sex, big dick p.sh, praising, light degrading, sweet talking

you’re just a girl. a college girl who’s broke and working part time to gather up whatever you can make to pay off your tuition and other fees. this has been a routine in your life for a while. that was until you met sunghoon.

you got involved with this man unintentionally. while working at a local cafe, he ordered a small black coffee. this man was attractive. like.. very attractive. his blanched skin equated perfectly with his black, dapper full suit. bangs parted perfectly over his forehead which were accompanied by the thin glasses he wore.

while he scrolled on his phone you stole a few glances as you poured his coffee. when he reaches to grab the plastic cup, you easily get distracted by the beaming rolex on his wrist and boom. you spill the coffee all over the counter.

“shit. did it get on you?” the man asks while he slips his phone into his pocket. he doesn't seem pissed but you still palm your heating face, shaking your head at his question. but even after explaining that he was running late for a meeting, he helps you clean your mess.

“i’m park sunghoon. and you?” the man breaks the awkward silence and never breaks eye contact. even when he grabs the coffee from your tense hand, fingers grazing against yours to grip the cup so he can prevent it from spilling again.

“i’m y/n.” you say with a small, nervous smile.

“gorgeous name.”

and like that, sunghoon was hooked. you were charming, and gorgeous. and so the cafe you worked at became his favorite. he would order the same small sized black coffee.

“how can you drink plain black coffee every morning?” you ask sunghoon as he sips from his cup. his lean frame hovers over the counter while you wipe the same spot repeatedly to keep your mind from spiraling.

“keeps me busy, princess.” he simply answers. when he tells you that he’s the ceo of a family-owned business, it all makes sense.

soon, you both exchanged contacts which blossomed into a thing. a thing where he pays for your tuition and anything else you need and you repay him with sex. it’s that situation. and you would’ve hated it if the circumstances were different. but you were fucking a rich, hot ceo with the biggest dick ever. you wouldn’t change that for anything.

stepping outside after clocking out, you see that familiar tesla parked and waiting for you. the whiskey smell of sunghoon’s cologne immediately hits you when you get inside his car. his scent never fails to calm you after long hours of being around coffee.

“d’you like this, princess?” sunghoon whips out a small box with a gorgeous heart pendant inside. your heart thumps at the sight, blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the box into your hands. you catch a glimpse at the price sticker.

“it’s so beautiful. but the price is..” you’re interrupted with a peck on your cheek.

“i’ve spent way more on you, pretty. this ain’t nothing.” taking the pendant out of the box, “turn around f'me..”

it’s embarrassing how fast he gets aroused when he sees how pretty the pendant looks on you and how it contrasts with your glowing skin.

“looks pretty on me?” you ask, slightly pulling the collar of your shirt down to show the pendant on your chest.

sunghoon nods. “let’s go back to my place.”

“n-now?”

“mhm,” he pauses for a minute, “or do you wanna get fucked here?”

your stomach churns at his arousing words and you clench your thighs together. you wouldn’t mind it. instead you found yourself sprawled out on his bed. his hot, heavy body on top of you.

you can feel every vein on his big cock grinding against your walls with each thrust, his swollen tip abusing that sensitive spot deep within you.

you’re being fucked dumb. you couldn’t even remember to swallow which had you drooling. in a panic, you reach to grasp onto his arms in hopes of him slowing down, but he doesn’t.

“move your hands, princess. i gotchu.” sunghoon grunts with shivering breaths following afterwards. he observes how his cock can barely fit in your dripping cunt, how he can barely bottom out. he groans at the sight.

“hoon.. i can’t.. fuckfuckfuck.” you sob, turning your head away from him.

sunghoon tsks, “unt uh. let me see your face.” he grabs your cheeks and yanks your head towards him, squishing them together and chuckling at your muffled moans.

he traces his thumb over your swollen lips and shoves it in your mouth. that same hand travels down to your tits and he rubs over your hardened nipples. sunghoon slows his hips and focuses more on his rhythm.

“you’re so wet,” he groans, absolutely loving how much you're squirming and crying underneath him, “so gorgeous. all for me.”

“j-just for you, hoonie.. feels so good. so big..” you slur. and you can tell he’s close from his sloppy thrusts and unsteady breaths.

sunghoon nuzzles his face into your neck, licking and kissing at your skin just near the pendant he got you. fuck. he’s so obsessed with you. how’d he get so damn lucky?

“princess, say you love me.” he whimpers, wet lips still on your neck.

you stomach churns at his words. and you could feel your own orgasm building from the desperation in his voice.

“love you so much, so so much..” you whimper, clenching hard around him as that spring coils tightly and releases. you cum hard around him with a shuttered cry, vision fading to black.

“fuuuck.” sunghoon spills his thick, sticky cum deep inside your womb, rocking his hips against you while he chases his orgasm.

“you should quit your job.” sunghoon says.

“what?” he stops cooking and turns to you in confusion. you had thought that he understood that you weren’t, unfortunately, wealthy like him and needed that job for the money.

“did you forget, princess? you got me now.”

“i’d rather us date before risking that..” you say, biting back your lip nervously in hopes that he doesn’t get upset. but he only chuckles.

“then let’s date.” sunghoon smiles.