Jakehoon - Tumblr Posts
eiffel towering with bf!sunghoon and his bsf!jake
pairing : bf!sunghoon x fem!reader x jake | warnings : smut, threesome, oral (m), name calling (slut), kissing (mxm + fxm), spit, profanity, !not shipping jakehoon! | wc : 1001 | note : eiffel towering w jakehoon? 😋 also another question… what do yall think about double pen, hm? jakehoon again or maybe heehoon? lmk and i’ll do my best <3
“fuck- you’re doing s’good baby-“ sunghoon tried his hardest to stop himself from thrusting forward into your palm in a futile attempt to get more friction from your tongue.
all your attention was on the tip of his cock, your tongue alternating between swirling figure eights and suctioning your lips around his most sensitive spot.
your eyes blinked away the tears from the pleasure coming from behind you, your ass raw from the way jake kept smacking against it.
you were doing a fairly good job at teasing your needy boyfriend considering the current state that your mind was forced into, a mixture of submissiveness with the perfect amount of dominance.
you arched your bark further for the man behind you- allowing him with a new angle that enabled him to push in deeper. the new angle not only allowed him to reach deeper, but it also made it earlier for him to thrust in faster.
jake could see the way you were teasing sunghoon and as much as he loved to watch it, he knew the other man needed more. and so jake moved his hands from its resting position on your ass and pushed his palms into the curve of your back, his fingers wrapping around your body in a way that made it easier to pull you back into him.
the first time jake pulled you against him you’d bounced back even harder, sunghoon’s entire length pushing down your throat.
sunghoon let out a choked whimper when a harsh gag vibrated up his cock, the new suction making him nearly lose his mind. his legs shook from beneath him when your body was pushed forward again- except this time your nose was met with his lower stomach.
sunghoon heard a quiet chuckle and snapped his head up towards jake, their eyes meeting and sharing a known look before they both pushed forward again.
instead of pulling you back against him, jake used his hold on you to keep you still. your body was held in a constant state which made it easier for both boys to share you between them.
“you look so pretty for jakey, it’s such a shame that he can’t see it from back there.” sunghoon pouted down at your tear-streaked cheeks with a newfound lust, your tears glistening the same way your cunt did when he railed you from behind.
his gaze then moved to your lips, the sight making him cock twitch in your warm mouth. spit was practically dripping from the corners of your lips, small bubbles rushing out with each thrust he pushed in.
he wrapped one of his hands around the base of his dick, his fingers wrapping around it as he slowly pulled himself out.
his mouth watered when strings of your spit came out with it, his cock was completely coated in your saliva. there were strings that were still attached to your lips that reflected on the overhead light.
“fuck, that’s so hot.” sunghoon looked back up at jake only to see that his eyes were attached on the strings connecting your body to his. jakes lip was pulled between his teeth while his thrusts grew faster.
“i wish i could taste it, i bet she tastes so fucking sweet.” sunghoon looked back at you and the fucked out expression on your face, “dirty fucking slut liked that, didn’t she? pussy tightening on my cock in front of your boyfriend.”
it was shameless, but it was light work compared to what sunghoon offered the man after his words slipped through him. “you want to try it jakey?” jake’s eyes were wide in confusion, “how?”
sunghoon didn’t verbally answer jake’s question but instead he connected his mouth with yours. he swirled his tongue around yours the same way you did to his cock earlier, your shared taste entering his mouth as he sucked your tongue between his lips.
it was dirty. your spit collecting on his chin as it moved against yours- your messiness transferring onto his now damp skin. loud smacks replaced the notices your mouth was making earlier, sunghoon practically eating your lips as he took everything you had to offer- but it wasn’t his offer to accept.
sunghoon pulled back after a few minutes, his eyes low as he stared at your swollen lips. “so pretty.” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear before he leaned forward again. but instead of kissing you he stuck out his tongue instead, his nose ghosting yours as he licked a swipe across your lips.
“ready to taste her, baby?” jake didn’t have time to process what sunghoon had asked- or called him, before sunghoon’s lips were on his.
jake’s body responded before his mind did- his lips following the rhythm that sunghoon had set. the kiss lasted at most twenty seconds before sunghoon pulled away, the strings of spit mirroring the ones that once hung on his cock.
“open your mouth.” jake’s eyes were heavy hooded with excitement when he opened his mouth, his tongue slightly poking out when sunghoon’s fingers wrapped around his throat.
sunghoon gathered the spit in his mouth before dropping it into jake’s- an audible sound leaving jake’s throat while his eyes fluttered closed. sunghoon’s fingers moving higher up his throat before he forced his jaw to close, “it’s sweet, hm?”
he used his own hand to nod the boys head in agreement, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as he felt the boy swallow beneath his hand.
“her pussy tastes even better.” jake’s eyes were snapped open again when he was forced out of you and onto his knees, his eyes leveled with your gushing cunt.
jake titled his head up to look at sunghoon once and at the younger boy's nod of approval he looked back down towards your clenching cunt. “don’t keep my baby waiting.”
and jake had to agree, the taste of your cunt was way better than the taste of your spit mixed with his best friends.
Scream for us - Teaser 2
Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.
PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory
Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.
PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.
The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.
The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.
You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.
“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”
His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.
“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.
Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.
“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.
He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.
He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.
He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.
“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.
You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.
A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.
You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.
Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.
“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you.
You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.
Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.
“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.
“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.
Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.
Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”
Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.
“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.
You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.
Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”
This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.
The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.
Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.
The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.
His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.
Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.
Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.
“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”
His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.
The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.
“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”
His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.
As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.
Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.
The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.
The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.
“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”
“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.
Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”
He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.
You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.
Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.
The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.
Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.
“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”
There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.
“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.
Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.
“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.
The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.
Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.
His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.
“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.
Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.
“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”
His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.
“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”
He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.
SPECTACULAR GIVE ME 14 OF THESE
BREAKING THE CYCLE ⭑ sim jake!
⭑ jakes apologies and heartfelt confessions keep pulling you back despite the recurring betrayals and hurt.
┃toxic!situationship, cheating, love confessions … 600 w
You come home late, your mind swirling with the day's frustrations, and there he is again—Jake, leaning against your doorframe as if he belongs there. You sigh heavily, annoyed but not entirely surprised. It’s the same old song and dance, the one you swear you’ll stop playing but always end up humming along to.
His eyes light up when he sees you, a mix of relief and something darker. "Hey, baby," he says softly, the endearing tone a sharp contrast to the turmoil he always brings into your life.
You cross your arms, trying to put on a stern face. "Jake, you need to leave," you say, your voice firm, though a part of you already knows you’re fighting a losing battle.
He steps closer, that familiar look in his eyes—the one that’s both apologetic and enticing. "Come on, Y/N, just hear me out," he pleads, his voice dropping to that low, husky tone that always makes your resolve waver.
You hate how easily he can affect you, how his mere presence can unravel all the walls you painstakingly build. But he reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you feel yourself softening despite your better judgment.
"Please, baby," he whispers, and that’s all it takes. Your shoulders slump as you give in, turning around and opening the door. Without another word, you step inside, leaving it open for him to follow.
He trails behind you, closing the door softly, sealing off the outside world. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.
you drop your bag on the floor, Jake steps closer, his presence filling the small space of your apartment. His arms wrap around you, and you can feel his breath against your neck.
"I missed you," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing.
You stiffen in his embrace, the memory of him with Miyeon flashing in your mind. You pull away, turning to face him with a cold stare. "It didn't look like that when you were all over Miyeon," you snap, your voice laced with bitterness.
Jake's eyes widen, a flicker of guilt passing through them. He reaches out for your hand, but you pull it away, crossing your arms defensively.
"Y/N, I... it wasn't like that," he stammers, his voice desperate. "She’s not you. She could never be you. I'm sorry, baby. I messed up."
You want to stay angry, to hold onto the hurt that’s been gnawing at you since you saw them together. But the sincerity in his eyes, the raw regret, makes your resolve waver.
"Why should I believe you?" you ask, your voice softer now, tinged with the vulnerability you hate showing.
Jake steps closer, his hands gently cupping your face. "Because I’m telling you the truth. I made a mistake, and I’m sorry. I love you, Y/N. No one else."
His words sink in, and despite the pain, a part of you wants to believe him, to trust that this time will be different. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, before nodding slightly.
"Okay," you whisper, the word barely audible, but it’s enough for him.
Jake pulls you into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around you as if he’s afraid to let go. And for now, you let yourself be held, hoping that maybe, just maybe, things can change.
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I HAVE NO FAWKING WORDS RIGHT NOW GODDAMMIT FNEKDNFNWL
Kidnapper: I have one of your members.
Jungwon: Which one?
Kidnapper: I have Jay hehehhee.
Jay: WDYM IM RIGHT HERE?!?!
Kidnapper: But he is speaking English, or well trying to speak English.
Jungwon: What is he saying?
Kidnapper: He keeps on saying "how are you"
Jungwon: How are you? Does he have a accent?
Kidnapper: yeah he says it like- wait lemme just- HEY YOU CAN YOU SAY THAT AGAIN-
Kidnapped person: HELLO HAWAIIYOUU
Jungwon: Jake hyung they kidnapped one of our members
Jake: Idc. Which one did they take?
Jungwon:...... Sunghoon....
Jake: MY BABY HOONIE!!!! I WILL FUCKUNG CUT YOU SMALL ASS DICK OFF IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO MY HOONIE UNTIL I GET THERE YOU GOT THAT YOU BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER-
Sunoo while holing Rikis ears shut: Well that escalated quickly.
Meanwhile jake otp with the kidnapper:
YOU DARE TO TAKE AWAY MY ICE PRINCE VAMPIRE BABY GWORL YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY YOU FUCKING SWINE BITCH ASS CUNT-
Jake when he rescued Sunghoon: MY babyyyyyyyyyyyyy Are you okay??
Sunghoon: yesh
Jake: MY sweet little cutie patootie *smooch* *smooch* *smooch*
Enhypen watching fron afar: Someone cover Rikis eyes.
- made by mimihoonlover
Maybe a Teacher!Sunghoon with student!Jake being punished for something? Age gap included Pretty please 🥺
Hellooo~~ Hope you like it!
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Teacher!Sunghoon x Student!Jake
teacher dom/student sub dynamics, age gap, punishment, spanking - impact play
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"Teacher's Pet"
The light scent of mold was already familiar to him. Multiple times he got spanked with the wooden ruler while facing the corner, nose touching the cold wall and the fingertips squeezing his own thighs at the stinging pain on his bare backside.
The only thing Jake liked more than this, was that time when Mr. Park would place him over his knee after the class for cussing at some colleagues. He cried and Mr. Park swiped his tears, comforting his golden boy after causing him so much pain.
And a boner.
Surprisingly, today was not the day that he was punished for cussing or for being 'unintentionally' disrespectful; instead, he purposely forgot his philosophy assignment. Who actually wants to know 'bout Greek mythology and it's philosophers?
He forgot how many swats he received; he lost track of time too, but that doesn't matter since he lived alone, and Lyla, his surprisingly calm Golden retriever, had already been fed by his gentle neighbor Mrs. Im, a 63 years old lady who loved him 'as a grandson', like she said one time, and fed Lyla when he needed to stay more time than expected away from home.
Poor Mrs. Im. She would never would imagine her smiley 'grandson' nose-touching an university's wall, receiving ruler swats from his 44 years old teacher.
His knee twitched and hit the wall Infront of him when a particularly hard swat came into the back of thighs, making him hiss in pain.
"I think you'll want to stay in silence, Mr. Sim, or perhaps you want to get into worse trouble than you're already?"
Sunghoon watched as his boy only shook his head, knowing better than speak. At least, he knew that he shouldn't push him too much on the edge.
"Ten more, and we're over with the swats, did I made myself clear?"
A nod and a sniff. Good.
The first of the lasts swats came already harder than the others, what makes Jake jolt in surprise and pain.
The second and the third came in the same intensity, the teacher watching cautiously every reaction of his boy, conscious about the shivers in the small body of his student.
At the fourth swat, Jake came in a loud whine, untouched, hard and messy against the wall Infront of him. Mr. Park rolled his eyes at the scene, so pathetic. But his stone hard dick stuffed in his pants also told him that had something really hot at the image of the boy on his early twenties cumming by the pain he's causing.
Oversensitive, the last 6 swats were the ones who hurt the most, the younger crying harder at each of them. With a sigh, Sunghoon left his wooden ruler on his desk, grabbed some tissues he had on the desk and went on Sim's direction, rubbing his back with his palm, a wordless way to say 'it's over, you're okay now'. The student wait no time to turn around and hug his teacher like a life line, clinging into him. With the tissues, he cleaned the wall and also the boy's member, making him yelp and cry in overstimulation. Softly, Sunghoon shushed him and discarded the dirty tissues. Normally, he would make Jake come again and again, overstimulating him to the extreme, but today he went easy on him since he was already too sensible. Sitting on his chair, he helped Jake totally out of his pants that were stuck in his ankles and sat him on his lap, ignoring his whine as his burning bottom touched the fabric of the older's pants.
"Today you're coming with me to my place, okay Jake? So I can take proper care of this" He said when rubbing gently his palm over the hot flesh of Jake's bottom.
In this moment, they were not Mr. Park and Mr. Sim. Instead they were just Jake and Sunghoon.
Without talking, Jake only nodded against Sunghoon's shoulder, not caring for someone may seeing them like this, all the doors were locked and the teacher didn't had any more classes this day.
Everything were going to be okay.
⠀⠀ ♡ ゛제이크 ✧ 성훈 ” 02.
My Favorite Boy
Enhypen — Jakehoon
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