pairing: bf! hyunjae x fem! reader wc: 1.9k synopsis: at the beach, your mood suddenly swings, and your boyfriend is too oblivious to understand why you’re feeling that way. genre: angsty fluff, comfort, very cliché, fluffy end tw: insecurities, self body-shaming, a petty fight at the beginning a/n: yeah I went to the pool the other day and it was pretty much this, except that I didn’t have a hyunjae by my side lol… and Spotify played this olivia rodrigo’s song a moment after.. but happy birthday to Hyunjae in advance!!! requested: no!
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“What kind of fuckery is that?” you ask yourself when you take a look around you at the beach while Hyunjaewas settling your stuff down in the sand, trying not to get too much sand on the cooler. He removed his t-shirt to be more comfortable, girls built like models ogled at your boyfriend’s back and abs, giggling together and biting their lips as they saw his muscles move around.
The beach was filled with slim, fit people, either working out or getting that tan for Instagram. The girls were so pretty and looked like models that could sign with Marc Jacobs, which had the ability to make you even more insecure than you already were. A feeling of uneasiness settled inside your body, especially your heart, who felt heavy with insecurity when you took another great look at the people hanging out around you.
“Here darling, take a seat,” he said as he placed down a wide tablecloth on the sand with your towel on it, thanking him with a brief smile before guiding him to plant the parasol to let you rest in the shade together.
His shoulders and biceps glistened with sweat as he stopped digging to hammer the parasol pole in the sand, rubbing the grains off his fingers to finally sit down next to you. His smile subsided when he noticed you staring into space, gaze on the water, a weary look painted on your face.
“Y/N, is there something wrong? Don’t you want to go in the water?” he quizzed you, not really understanding your mood swing. You were so excited when he offered to go to the beach, and now, you looked sad, almost disappointed to be there.
“You can go ahead, I’ll join you later,” you said as you rested on your back, covering your face with your straw hat.
Hyunjaeobserved you laying down, frowning as you didn’t even remove your beach dress. Something felt odd, weird. You loved being there and having fun in the water. What was going on?
He looked around to see what could have upset you this much, but he couldn’t find anything. People, friends and couples were laughing and enjoying the sun, just like he had expected you to do with him.
You open your eyes and clench your jaw when Hyunjaelifted your hat off your face, a veil of concern forming in his eyes. Shifting his weight on one hand, the other caressed your upper thigh, the warmness of his palm contrasting with your shivering skin.
“Did I do something that made you mad?” he dared to ask another question, trying to get a glimpse of your thoughts to try to understand what was actually going on. “No you didn’t. I just don’t want to go in the water now, the wind is making me cold,” you lied and Hyunjaesighed, understanding that you wouldn’t share what was on your mind for now.
He kissed your cheek anyway, mouth lingering on your skin a bit longer than usual and stood up, removing his cap and sunglasses while looking at the people around you with a frown. You watch him calmly walk to the water, silently watching the waves crash against his feet, calves and knees the further he walked in the ocean, his glistening back muscles moving as he raised his arms to dive underwater.
You sighed and rolled on your stomach, your back facing the shore as you folded your arms, using the back of your palm as a cheek rest, closing your eyes in the process. A single tear rolled down your cheek, captured by the edge of your sunglasses, followed by many more, letting the insecurities invade your mind. You didn’t even want to look at all the slim, IG models look alike smirking and eyeing your boyfriend up and down as he walked by. You already felt so uneasy to be here, you didn’t want to add fuel to the fire by looking at what you’ve always dreamt to look like being attracted to your partner.
ButHyunjaedidn’t even notice those girls. His frown deepened even more when he only saw the back of your body, something quite usual coming from you. You absolutely adored the beach and the ocean, remembering one of your first dates where you told him that the beach - especially at sunset - was your solace, and now you were facing away from this source of comfort. Plus, there were occasions where you came here without really wanting to go in the water, just to enjoy the warmth and the sight of the ocean, happily waving at your boyfriend that was having fun in the water while you stayed in your seat.
He didn’t even notice themlooking at him, because his eyes and mind were focused on you and you only, trying to find what had caused you to become this weary and down all of a sudden. He didn’t feel the same when you weren’t looking at him, when you shut yourself out and let your brain overthink on its own, refusing his help. A pinch of discomfort tightened his heart, regretting that he wasn’t as good at reading people as much as he wished to.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours,” he mumbled under his breath as he got out of the water, still not noticing that the source of your uneasiness were the ones staring at him, a few metres away from him as he walked back to you.
Droplets of salty water landed on your cheek and forearm as Hyunjaebent down to kiss your temple, forcing a tired smile on your face to try and not let anything show on your face.
“Is the water good?” you mindlessly asked as Hyunjaerested on his stomach, just like you, pushing his front pieces of hair back before putting his cap on.
“It’s a bit fresh at first, but once you’re in it, it’s good. You’d love it,” his voice trailed at the end of his sentence, eyes trying to probe your soul and bribe you to join him in the water.
“That’s great,” you nodded and sniffled, handing a bottle of water from the cooler to your boyfriend. He uncapped it but stopped, shifting on his side, resting his weight on his elbow.
“Babe, please, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strangely since we got here, what’s going on?” he asked, voice ringing with frustration. You briefly looked at him before looking at the ocean, letting out a big sigh.
“Can’t you see anything, Jaehyun? Can’t you see that everyone around me, including you, looks like they just walked out of a Dior photoshoot by how slim and fit and pretty they look? That you have all the girls around us that ogle at you like you’re single? Yes I’m mad, yes I’m insecure, but I have my reasons, don’t you think?” you spat out your insecurities with teary eyes to your boyfriend’s face, who looked at you like he just saw a ghost.
That, was the last thing he had imagined. He never thought that you would get so insecure about this because you looked like the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He was about to speak up, but he placed himself in your shoes for a quick second, insecurities, as well as anger, started boiling in his veins as he imagined men looking at you like a fresh piece of meat.
You started scratching the skin around your thumb, a habit that you picked up when you were stressed and nervous and tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to ignore some girls still looking at and trying to flirt with your man. You wrapped your arms around your knees and pressed your chin on top of it, only to have Hyunjaepositioning behind you to have you between his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle to press you against him.
He grabbed your hand to stop you from scratching it and he pressed his mouth against your shoulder, remaining silent as he tried to search for his words.
“No. I didn’t see any of those people, because I don’t care about how they look. I don’t care if the girls look like skinny models or if you find their faces pretty. Do you find the men here handsome ?”
“No,”you said in a wobbly voice, eyes glued to the ocean.
“Why?”
“Because I love you and I only have eyes for you,” you said in a shaky voice and Hyunjaeremained in silence for a few seconds, knowing that you were smart enough to get what he was implying.
“So I don’t look at girls because?”
“Because you love me,” you said, voice wavering as tears rolled down your cheeks, Hyunjaeholding you close to his chest, trailing salty kisses from your neck up to your cheek.
“Of course I love you, and with all my heart. I wouldn’t be with you if that weren’t the case.”
He grabbed your chin and you shifted to the side, sitting perpendicularly to him. His hands cupped your cheeks to make you look at him and he offered you a gentle smile, his thumbs wiping the paths the tears left on your skin when they rolled down your cheeks.
“I only see you, Y/N. You’re much more than looks, and you can’t say that you are horrible next to them. You are just yourself, someone more honest, prettier and funnier than all those girls around us. They don’t interest me at all, I only care about you. It’s not my problem if they think I’m handsome. As long as you’re in love with me, I’m at my happiest,” he caressed your cheek with tenderness, holding a huge amount of love for you in his eyes. You nodded, trying to make his words imprint in your brain and ignore everything and everyone that was surrounding you, but it was far from being easy.
You delicately touched his cheek and he kissed your inner palm while holding eye contact, assuring you that he only had eyes for you.
“Do you want to go in the water? Yes?” his eyes sparkled with joy as you nodded with a smile, your boyfriend springing to his feet and removed his cap, getting all excited when he watched you remove your beach dress.
“Stop staring at me like that Jae, we’re in public,” you giggled as you threw your dress at him, who hummed your perfume on the fabric before dropping it on your towel.
“I won’t. I want to let everyone know that I only have eyes for you,” he said as he grabbed your hand and started running towards the water, entering it with a big splash and laughter.
You dove underwater to get used to the salty water, reappearing at the surface a few seconds later, Hyunjaesmiling at you. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you close, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.
“Chill, chill,” you laughed as you pulled away breathless, Hyunjae’s hands caressing your body.
“No, no, I wanna show them that they don’t have a single chance against you. And that you’re taken,” he grunted the last part of his sentence, making you giggle and hugging him close.
“Thank you, Jae,” you mumbled and your boyfriend stares at you with a reassuring smile, pressing his lips to your temple.
“I love you Y/N,” you held eye contact again and Hyunjaewas happy to see your smile, kissing your lips the following second.
pairing: neighbour!eric x fem!reader wc: 2.8k words synopsis: you’re kinda feeling down in your bedroom, but your mom comes in to tell you something that will make you feel a bit better. genre: fluff, angst, a bit cliché, comfort, self-indulgent tw: the reader is not doing her best mentally, she’s lonely and insecure.
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Headphones glued to your ears, you didn’t hear your mother frantically knock on your bedroom door and call your name.
“Y/N, I know you hate us coming in without knocking, but you couldn’t hear me,” she said as you jumped when you saw the door swinging open, removing your set from your ears after pausing the episode you were watching. Your mother’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as she noticed the frown on your face but didn’t raise it, leaning her hand on your desk.
“I just saw Ericleaving his house as I was taking out the trash, he asked me to tell you that he’s going to the beach to chill with some friends, and you are more than welcome to tag along,” she explained, and you nodded, not showing a lot of enthusiasm, much to her dismay.
A few months ago, your former neighbours had to move out because of the father’s job abroad, welcoming another family into their home instead. They were quiet and nice, the son frequented the same college as yours and was legitimately a bundle of energy which was quite your opposite.
“I don’t feel like hanging out with anyone right now,” you emotionlessly said after sighing deeply.
“I know that you’re disappointed since you discovered that your friends betrayed you, but that doesn’t mean everybody will be fake and abandon you!” your mother exclaimed, and you just shrugged.
“You never know, not everyone has a kind heart. And it seems like I’m stupidly naive enough to be friends with toxic people without intending it,” your mother sighed at your stubbornness, but she didn’t insist. She knew that you were already suffering enough to be alone, feeling loved by no one. She kissed your temple and gently rubbed your back, telling you that she allowed you to join Ericand his friends if you wanted to, before leaving your room.
Groaning in frustration as the episode you were watching was the last, you closed your computer screen and stared at the logo, feeling jealous that all young adults around your age were having fun in groups while you were alone in your bedroom, your brother not even talking to you on the rare occasions he was home.
Walking to your closet, you lazily got out a swimsuit, quickly putting it on before covering yourself with a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt. You didn’t plan on going in the water, but maybe hanging out with people your age would get you out of your comfort zone and turn acquaintances into new friends. Or simply meet new people, because you were getting tired of the long process it was to become close with someone, only to end up disappointed by them in the end.
“Mom, I’m going!” you yelled from the entrance, and she hummed in response. “Have fun and be safe! Text me when you get there,” you promised her to be careful and walked out the door, following the pavement till you arrived at the beach.
You removed your light shoes from your feet and sunk them in the lukewarm sand, feeling at ease as the sound of the waves crashing on the ground reached your ears over the wind. Many groups of friends or couples were there, eating and laughing together. It made you feel even more like a loner, but you quickly chased this thought away by shaking your head, not wanting it to change your mind and force you to go home.
“Y/N! Over here!” you heard a bright, familiar voice in the distance, turning around as you involuntarily walked past your neighbour and his group of friends. A few of them raised their arms in the air to draw your attention, Ericvisibly happy that you eventually decided to join them. He jogged towards you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his display of affection startling you.
“I’m so happy you’re here, it’s been so long since I last saw you! Come on, the water is still warm!” he said as he drew on your arm, but you answered negatively to his offer. “I don’t really want to get in the water Eric, I’m tired,” you explained, and Eric’s eyes widened, disheartened at your answer. “Are you sure you’re okay? Because Y/N saying no to going in the water, you must not feel good at all,” his face twisted into worry, but you offered him a tired smile. “I just have a lot going on right now, and it drains me out a lot,” you repeated, and you were happy that Ericdidn’t pressure you into telling him what was wrong. “Okay… you can talk to me if you need it, I’ll gladly listen,” you thanked him and watched him hurry in the water with his friends.
“Hi,” you said with a slight smile as you sat on the sand next to Sangyeon, the only one you knew best aside from Eric, and he shifted on the picnic tablecloth to make some room for you. “Hi Y/N, thank you for coming. Ericwas becoming very whiny since you weren’t showing up,” you almost lost your balance as you looked at him in bewilderment, your heart panging in surprise at his words, and Sangyeon confirmed them by a nod.
“Since that time you helped him take pictures for his Instagram, he won’t shut up about you and your skills,” he giggled, and you were surprised, to say the least, not really expecting your neighbour to enjoy your company that much.
“Well I’m glad I managed to make him happy,” you mumbled as you watched him and his friends acting like fools in the water, the sight tugging a smile on your face. You were tempted to join them, but for some reason, tonight felt different. You were too much in your thoughts to even consider having fun, going there was just an attempt on clearing your mind from everything.
“Y/N! Come have fun with us, please!”Ericwhined from the water, slapping its surface in a groan as you negatively shook your head with a small, amused smile. He looked like a child throwing a tantrum, making Sangyeon next to you laugh. Kevin, Juyeon and Changmin joined the youngest in his sulk, encouraging you to change your mind.
“Ugh, fine,” you said as you stood up, the guys cheering when they saw you take off your shirt. You shook your head again, Sangyeon removing his as well. The sight of his bare, broad torso had your eyes widening and quickly turning your back to the beach, trying not to let any emotion show on your face.
You giggled as some of the guys whined and groaned in frustration when they saw their friend shirtless, comparing the size of their abs and biceps with him, while Ericwas too busy silly dancing in the water as you arrived near him, his goofy attitude making you smile. He tried sprinkling some water on you with his fingers, but a quick, stern look was enough for you to make him stop.
“Keep doing that and I’m going home,” you warned, and Ericshook his head, immediately apologising. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But come on, don’t just wet your feet!” He whined, and you rested your hands on your hips, letting the small waves crash on your calves. “The water is a little bit cold if you didn’t notice, I’m just taking my time to come in,” you explained, and Eric got closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you quicker in the water. “Wait, wait-” you said, but next thing you know, you were sunk in the ocean to the neck, feeling the freshwater surrounding your body. You hissed but smiled as your neighbour stood in front of you, offering you a piggyback ride.
“Hold on, Eric! Do you think Y/N would want to play at ourgame?”Changmin asked, and your neighbour immediately nodded, showing you how Younghoon let Chanhee sit on his shoulders, Sunwoo doing the same with Kevin, the two guys on top trying to push each other and lose balance to fall into the water.
“I think yeah! Okay Y/N, get on my shoulders!”Ericexcitingly said, but you stopped him right before he sank in the water, his surprised face making you giggle. “Not to upset you or anything, but I don’t want to break your back,” you explained. “Come on Eric, she needs a strongman,”Sangyeon approached the two of you, a teasing look painted on his face as he emphasised the adjective, slightly nudging Ericaway. Your neighbour grunted, and you rolled your eyes at their little game filled with testosterone. Ericswam towards Juyeon and jumped on his shoulders like he was as light as a newborn, the older feeling the aftermath of Eric’s weight on his body with a groan.
Sangyeon sunk in the water, and you wrapped your legs around his shoulders, the young man standing back up like he was carrying a feather. His strength surprised you, and you struggled to find your balance as he walked closer to Juyeon and Eric, who seemed determined to get you off his friend’s shoulders. Sangyeon’s hands gripped on your knees as you started to fight with Eric, giggling in anticipation as you could find yourself in the water in a matter of seconds.
However, this fight broke between Sangyeon and Juyeon as well, the latter trying to tickle his friend, giving you and Eric unstable foundations to fight. You still managed to push Eric in the water, earning cheers from Sangyeon and the rest of the group.
“Nice job, Y/N!” Sangyeon exclaimed as he squeezed your ankle, shyly thanking him right before the rest of the group started a water fight around you two. You shrieked as Sangyeon sunk underwater to get you off his shoulders, and both swim away from the fight. They all laughed as you thought you could reach the ground, but you disappeared underwater, lacking a few centimetres to be able to stand on your feet. You coughed out water as you involuntarily swallowed some, making you shiver at the saltiness of it as the boys giggled.
“Younghoon can barely touch the ground where you are, come back to us!” Sangyeon said, and you obeyed, the water fight now finished, leaving them exhausted and laughing at Eric, who tried to justify his defeat against you. “You can get your revenge next time we come here,” you said as you exited the water, feeling tiredness and hunger taking over your body.
You let out a groan of despair when you noticed that you had forgotten a towel to dry yourself, shivers starting to seize your body violently. The air was cool since it was already the evening, and you didn’t know what to do.
“Fuck,”you cursed under your breath, and Ericappeared next to you, a questioning look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “I forgot my beach towel at home,” you said as you started collecting your clothes and your small bag, sliding your wet feet in your shoes, ready to rush back home in the hope to get some warmth. Ericemitted a small noise of surprise and fumbled through his bag quickly as if he could find anything in his bag before you left.
It’s with surprise that you watched him withdraw a huge towel from his backpack, still wondering how he could fit it in his small sports bag.
“Here, take it,” he whispered before shoving it in your hands, watching him run back in the water. You didn’t have time to thank him that his whole body was back underwater, playing again with his friends as if nothing had happened.
You were too cold to refuse anything, so you wrapped the towel around your body after dropping your stuff back in the sand, sitting on the floor next to the calm figure of Sangyeon. He looked so peaceful and serene that you couldn’t help but envy happy, carefree people.
Bringing your knees to your chest, you were enveloped in Eric’s towel, watching the rest of the group enjoying themselves in the water as you smelt the comforting scent of his laundry. They were coming out of the sea one after the other, running to their towel as they were shivering. Once you felt dry enough to put your clothes back on, you stood up and rushed to the seaside with your friend’s towel as he sprung out of the water and huddled himself in the cotton fabric.
“I wish I had taken my own so you wouldn’t have to dry yourself with something so humid, I’m really sorry,” you apologised, but Ericjust laughed, happy that you were taking care of him by vigorously rubbing his back.
“It’s okay Y/N, it’s nothing,” as guilt was starting to eat you, you offered him a saddened smile, which contrasted with the bright one that was decorating his lips, your hand on his back gently pushing him to go back to his friends in the sand.
“We’re gonna get pizzas,” Kevin said as you both arrived next to the group, “we would all love if you joined us,” he said while his eyes shifted to you, him smiling as you blinked a few times.
“Hum, sure!” you said, showing him the brightest smile you could as your mind was still surrounded by dark thoughts. Your heart felt warm in your chest, happiness sparkled in your brain, but for some reason, you weren’t able to show it, and you mentally cursed yourself for that.
When you were all sitting down in booths with pizza shoved in your mouths, you felt like your sorrow had reduced by half. You were seated between the wall and Eric, Juyeon and Sangyeon facing you two. The atmosphere was light as your stomach was starting to hurt at how much you were laughing. It felt almost right as if you were part of this group since the beginning.
You noticed that Ericwas sometimes glancing at you just to see if you were okay, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw you with a bright smile on your face, his lips mimicking yours. Yes, bags under your eyes made you look exhausted, yet your neighbour still found you beautiful. Sangyeon and Juyeon exchanged knowing looks as Ericcouldn’t tear his eyes off you when you were telling a story, his frank laugh echoing in the booth each time you told something funny.
Your happy mood slowly faded as the time to leave was getting closer, each going in separate ways, except for you and your neighbour. You still managed to have a slight smile on your lips as you were talking about everything and nothing, arriving too soon at the gate of your house.
“Thank you for offering me to join you, it’s really nice of you,” your voice trailed as you wrapped your fingers around one of the spikey metal bars of your gate, Eric’s smile almost illuminating the neighbourhood sunk in plain darkness. You felt like crying but thickly swallowed the lump in your throat, compensating your emotions with a smile. He pretended not to see your eyes slightly glistening more under the street light, but his heart cracked as you were battling with the demons inside your head in front of him, feeling as helpless as ever.
“We all love to have you around. I noticed that you tend to eat alone during lunch breaks at college, so if you see us, please free to join us, even if it’s just to hang out, okay? We’ll always be here, and you’ll never bother us,” you nodded and thanked him, eyes soon diverting to your house.
Eric’s hand lifted to rub your shoulder, and you stared back at him, his lips drawn in a gentle smile.
You took in a deep breath and smiled too, your heart fastening as you couldn’t keep eye contact. He smiled at your shy attitude and leaned forwards, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheekbone. You blinked a few times as you got startled by his actions, the tip of his ears going red as he took a step back, his hand scratching the back of his head.
“Goodnight Y/N, I’ll see you soon,” he started walking backwards, and your heart fluttered weirdly inside your ribcage, feeling a new emotion.
As if he was slipping away from your fingers, you rushed back to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, nuzzling your face against him. He remained shook but eventually wrapped his arms around your figure as you were about to pull away, humming the mix of your shampoo and the sea that fragranced your hair.
You felt both shy when you pulled away from the embrace, regret invading your heart as you wished it had lasted longer. You wordlessly waved at him before trotting back to your gate, slamming it shut as you rushed inside your house. Ericfondly smiled, feeling lucky that he was part of the reason for your growing happiness.
He couldn’t wait to see your gauge of joy at its maximum capacity, thanks to him.
genre: fluff, established relationship, non-idol!au
warnings: i don’t think so
wc:1.65k
a/n: for my dear lizard @junityy HAPPY BDAY PRETTY !! i love you lots and wish you the best! now that ur 18 (ew) i will have to stop saying ur hot because prison is real IK SHOCKER??!! but ill wait to give u a fat wet kiss when ill turn 18 <3
the sound of pencils scraping against paper could be heard through the room, breaking the silence ever so often. with headphones on your head, you put the pencil down to tap on your laptop, huffing as you keep making grammatical errors.
your back hurts from the way you’re leaning over your desk, your uncomfortable desk chair not helping your case. you groan when your leg begins to sting after having been in this position for too long.
furiously grabbing your head in your two hands, you nearly cry out in frustration. you don’t even have to look at the clock to know it’s way too late for you to be awake, one look at your window and your suspicions are confirmed.
sighing, you reach for your almost empty water bottle, emptying it in less than a few seconds. before you can prepare yourself, you start to choke, your throat burning. you cough harshly, sending waves of pain through your whole body as you try to calm down.
if you weren’t sick yesterday, you surely are now.
your body aches, your eyes closing shut to try and ignore the pounding headache. you swear you would end up dying if you had another coughing fit.
slowly turning your chair around, you whimper when the clock reads eleven pm. you rub your eyes quickly, attempting to force the tiredness out of them. with all the force left in your arms, you pull yourself closer to your desk, clearing your throat to breathe better but only making it worse.
after having finished another worksheet of mathematics, you replay the chill playlist you were listening to. lips parting and head thrown back, you hug your legs closer to your chest, the edge of the desk pressing into your skin roughly and probably leaving red marks behind under your pajama pants.
you’re so focused on trying to understand the difficult equation that you don’t notice the cracks coming from the stairs or the footsteps resonating in the hallway.
it’s only when your door opens that you finally break eye contact with the stack of papers in front of you. turning around in your desk chair, you blink up at the tall boy standing in your doorframe.
“hey there, pretty girl,” he whispers slowly, approaching you and leaning against your desk, “what are you doing up?”
you close your eyes when he hovers above you, hands reaching forward to gently take off your headphones and putting them on the desk beside your notebook. he tilts your chin up with his index finger, locking his eyes with yours.
he gives you a small smile, his hand that was previously under your chin coming up to your cheek. the palm of his hand feels soft against your skin and you lean into it, nuzzling into it when his other hand places itself on your other cheek.
your look up at him with glossy eyes, lashes fluttering shut every few seconds. his hands hold your face delicately and you take that opportunity to press a quick but heart fluttering kiss near his thumb, your lips slightly hovering above after.
sunwoo thinks he can’t ever hold someone else when you look at him like that. not that he would ever want to hold someone else than you close to him.
your hands come up to hold his against your face, your thumb tracing little circles on the back of his hands.
“so?” he asks again, coming closer until only a few inches separate you two.
you pout a bit, knowing what he was going to say in advance. “i was just finishing a few math problems. have to turn them in before wednesday.”
sunwoo chuckles slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “didn’t i tell you to rest when you were sick? you’re only going to make your fever worse.” he tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows as his smile slowly disappeared from his face.
you knew he was right– he is right a lot of times, not that you would ever admit that– but you couldn’t get another bad grade for math, you would fail otherwise.
you nodded defeatedly, looking down at the ground as tears started forming in your eyes. damn you for being so emotional when you were sick.
“you know what?” sunwoo’s voice forced you to look up at him again and this time he was grabbing all your pencils from your desk, instinctively putting them back in your pencil case. “let’s get you to bed, huh?”
you wanted to stop him right there and convince him to let you finish the math worksheet but you knew it was impossible. his thumb brushed a fallen tear of your face and leaned forward, soft lips coming in contact with your forehead and leaving behind a loving kiss.
he waited until you nodded again before closing your laptop shut, not forgetting to save whatever you were writing.
on the count of three, sunwoo pulled you up from your chair, arms wrapping themselves around your waist to hold you close to his chest. he looked down at you and you weakly smiled, burying your face in his sweatshirt to tell him it was okay.
he tapped your thighs with his index and instructed you to hold onto him, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck and shoulders. he hauled you up until he was holding you stable, no space left between your two bodies.
pushing your chair to your desk with his feet, he slowly made his way over to your bed, opening the covers to lay you down. your back hit the mattress softly before your head fell onto one of your pillows.
sunwoo unwrapped your thighs from his waist, making you whine and he only shushed you, kissing one of your hands that was reaching out to him.
“one second, love” his beautiful smile was enough to put you at ease.
a little more than one second later, sunwoo had closed your curtains and turned off the lights in your room except the one on your bed table. he walked back to the bed in almost full darkness and slowly came onto the bed when his knees made contact with the mattress.
he leaned back on his heels and grabbed the fabric of his sweatshirt, pulling the clothing of his body and handing it over to you just after. he crawled a bit closer when he noticed the distance between you two and you giggled quietly at that, earning a playful glare from your boyfriend.
he helped you sit up, getting you out of your wrinkled t-shirt. he didn’t even glance and focused on putting his sweatshirt correctly on you, holding your arms gently as he passed them through the sleeves of his hoodie. pulling the warm and big clothing over your head, he pulled it down enough so that it wasn’t uncomfortable for you and kept you as warm as possible.
when he was done, his eyes locked with yours and he immediately melted at your tired expression. he chuckled quietly and his hand came up to support your neck, leisurely rubbing at the tense muscles.
sunwoo slowly let you lay back down, his hand still supporting your head and neck until you were sprawled out onto the mattress, hair messy and limbs jelly. he slowly and carefully laid next to you after making sure you were alright and comfortable and you immediately nuzzled closer to him.
he helped you put your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around your back, hand on your shoulder. his other arm held you close by wrapping itself around your waist, his hand laying flat on your hip and under his sweatshirt, rubbing little circles on your warm skin.
in an attempt to get even closer, you threw a leg over sunwoo’s legs and gripped his t-shirt tightly in your hands, making him chuckle and place a quick kiss on your head.
“i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart” he smiles at you, his lips inviting but you held back so as to not make him sick.
you push yourself closer to his chest at his words, his body radiating warmth and comfort. he strokes your hair gently, kissing your head once again before reaching out and turning off your bed table lamp.
sunwoo breaks the silence after less than one minute, “i wasn’t going to say it but who even dances in the rain?”
his question has you giggling, leaving little kisses on his collarbone, “i do. and you love me for it.”
sunwoo playfully sighs and closes his eyes, prompting you to do the same. “yeah, and you’re lucky i do.” his heartbeat lulls you almost to sleep, until his breath hits your forehead before he speaks up again, “i love you.”
this is not the first time he has said it, he confesses his love to you pretty much everyday but tonight, these three little words make your heart flutter and your cheeks blush even more than usual. if he knew the effect he had on you, he would never shut up about it.
he can feel you shuffling around a bit before you still again, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck, “i love you.”
you don’t add the ‘too’ at the end, because it’s not a response to his confession but a confession of your own. and you think that perfectly describes what you and sunwoo feel, your love for each other stronger than anything else that could come in between.
there’s another silence and you take that time to relax in his arms, finding comfort in him whenever he’s around.
“good night sunwoo.” you whisper, words muffled as your cheek is pressed against his chest.
his grip on you tightens and he pulls the covers even higher over the two of you, “sleep well, love.”
☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! younghoon had to do something for his late bday because i adore him others:juyeon
the disappointed look jacob gives you as he pulls into the parking lot beside your school is that of a parent, deflated with the rowdy actions of their only child
you hold your physics textbook in your lap in the passenger seat and try to smile at him as some sort of compensation
kevin chuckles from the backseat
“can’t believe you’re stuck in summer school the year before you graduate.”
“shutup kevin the only reason you passed physics is because jacob lives down the street from you and let you copy all his old notes. otherwise, you’d be in there with me.”
kevin shrugs and motions for you to get out of the car, you stick your tongue out and thank jacob for the ride
“waterparks gonna suck without you.”
he says before he rolls up the window
you groan and mutter a “don’t remind me about the waterpark dude” before turning to head inside
the room is barely air-conditioned and your summer physics teacher is some old lady who tells you all to read for the next hour and do the exercises on page one hundred and three
she then puts on an ancient pair of headphones and seemingly tunes you and the other summer school students out indefinitely
she doesn’t even notice when the door opens half an hour later and in the frame is the tall, almost infuriatingly handsome figure of kim younghoon
you blink back in surprise - i thought he was a pretty good student?
younghoon notices you too, smiling as he passes your desk to sit in the one behind you
you look down at your textbook and suddenly don’t know the weird feeling that washes you over
the room is pretty empty, he could sit anywhere else….
five minutes later, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder
you turn and younghoon smiles again - his teeth are blindingly white and he doesn’t have one acne scar on his pretty face
“do you know if the teacher took attendance?”
you shake your head, “she’s basically been comatose since i got here.”
he chuckles softly enough that just the two of you hear it
“got it. so we’ll just be sitting here in silence for two hours?”
“looks like it.”
he takes a pause and looks at you as if he has something else to ask, but it doesn’t come out
the first day then drags its feet until finally it’s over and you drop your worksheet off on the desk
the teacher mutters that the homework for tomorrow is the next chapter and you give the fakest smile you can muster before trying to beeline for the door
before you can leave though, younghoon calls out your name and you turn to see him standing in the empty hallway
“if i need help with the homework - can i text you?”
you reluctantly make your way back toward him, you take your phone out and hand it to him
“sure, add yourself to my contacts. god this summer is gonna be so boring.”
younghoon takes a moment before handing you back your phone, he nods in agreement
“at least we’ll suffer together.”
you don’t think much of it when he says it - actually you don’t think about it at all
the only reason it finds its way back into your head is because later that night your phone vibrates and it says you have a text from ‘hoon [seven different flower emojis]’
younghoon?
you open it and see that’s a long message whining about the confusing chapter you were assigned. you giggle because you’ve been whining to yourself while reading it too
but as you start to type out a reply you wonder………
'at least we’ll suffer together’………we barely even know each other? is it really normal to say that - what about being together with a stranger makes summer school of all things better?
your hand hovers over the send button - you close your phone instead and go back to reading, forgetting about the text and falling over yourself in physics terms you should have remembered when you first were taking the class
the next morning, jacob doesn’t drive you to school - you walk there and bump into younghoon whose on his way over too
he somehow manages to look tall and unaffected by the sweltering heat
he waves at you with another one of those priceless smiles
“did you do the homework?”
he asks as you fall into step with each other
“barely - i had to look at cobi’s old notes.”
“cobi?” younghoon tilts his head and you explain that it’s a nickname for jacob
something on younghoon’s face is confusing, it’s like there’s a twinge of sadness but you assume it’s just a reflex squint to the glowing sun
“you didn’t text me back - so i thought you might have given up on it!”
he laughs slightly and you clasp your hand over your mouth
“oh right! sorry - i must have spaced out and didn’t hit send. but i totally agree - fluid mechanics could put anyone to sleep.”
before you realize it you and younghoon are in the classroom again, sitting in the same seats
you’re early so the teacher isn’t there yet and younghoon flips to a page from the chapter to ask you if you know what its talking about
you explain what you think it means (from the information you got from jacob’s old notes)
and the entire time you’re maybe inches away from each other
when you aren’t actively thinking about it, it’s fine - but then your hands brush and suddenly it dawns on you and you sit back in your seat suddenly
younghoon senses the shift and opens his mouth to say something when the door swings open and a monotone voice tells you to open up to page one hundred and fifty-seven
like what younghoon said and his text, you soon forget about the momentary skinship
your brain starts to melt of boredom as the class drags on and you get past a note from younghoon when the teacher isn’t looking
'do you know the answer for problem #3?’
'it’s 23.56 m/s’
'woah you’re so smart’
'more like the person who used this textbook before me wrote the equation on the page’
'lucky - let’s trade textbooks?’
'in your dreams :P’
another long day comes to an end and you wave a goodbye to younghoon, he smiles and waves back and adds a - “reply to my text this time, ok?”
you nod and only again do you think about what he says when you’re home and thinking straight under the graciousness of your AC
does that mean he’s going to text me?
and like yesterday, younghoon does text you complaining about the reading
you answer and a conversation that comes almost way too easily starts
this cycle starts anew the next day, and the day after that, until at some point you realize you are forming a sort of summer friendship with kim younghoon
and that’s normal - that’s fine
but there are moments where you look up at him when you’re paired together for a makeshift lab or when you’ve agreed to stay behind some extra hours to study
that you see younghoon in all this detail up close and he’s undeniably handsome but also you see something more
for all the years you’ve been in the same school together, passed each other at parties, probably even stood together at assemblies
you’ve taken him at complete face value. perfect proportions, always someones crush, the pretty and popular boy who somehow hasn’t added complete selfish jerk to that title as well
he’s just - kim younghoon - untouchable, out of anyone’s league
and now he’s more real.
you see the mole on his neck, the way his eyes crinkle when he finds something really funny, the pickiness of his eating habits and how he can’t hold a pen properly with his left hand.
they’re things that make him human and they’re things that you can’t help but notice because like anyone, you are instantly attracted to younghoon
it’s just crazy that beyond that face there’s a boy who you could easily see yourself falling for
of course, you end the thoughts right there.
even though sometimes, you get a weird kind of feeling that younghoon is noticing something about you too.
it really starts to eat at you after you guys are at the halfway point of summer classes - and you have your first test.
you’re both panicking about it, because if you don’t pass this one - you probably won’t pass the final - which means physics again when autumn comes around
so you and younghoon have been spending a lot of time in the library after class with your textbooks, snacks, and jacob’s old notes
of course you’re both grinding, but distractions happen and you end up taking a break to toss candy into his mouth and doodle cartoons of your boring teacher in the margins of your notes
giggling like maniacs over the inside jokes about class and school you’ve both come up with, getting scolded by the ancient librarian if you’re just a little too loud about it
and then younghoon asks you: “do you have plans after the test?”
you huff and cross your arms
“yeah, to go home and curl up on my bed and forget it ever happened.”
he chuckles, puts his hand on his neck and then pauses - what you think is a light pinkness starts to dust his skin
“same, but if you want instead i though-”
your phone goes off just as the words string together - you pick it up and try to wave an apology to the librarian who rolls her eyes at you
with a whisper you turn your head to answer
“what? jacob? what - no i don’t know where kevin is i thought he’d be with you.”
younghoon’s lips thin out and you barely react as you duck under the table you’re studying at to keep your voice low
you finish the call and come back up with a sigh
“what were you saying by the way?”
younghoon shakes his head
“nothing, is kevin ok?”
you get back in your seat and you don’t want to comment on the weird thin blanket of tension that seems to undertone the question
“he’s fine, jacob will find him over at eric’s or something.”
you look at younghoon and he doesn’t return your gaze, he’s pushed his chair in closer to the table and picked up his pen
you do the same and try to break whatever this weirdness is
“should we go over chapter five again?”
that moment replays in your head for almost a week straight, it almost distracts you during the test but thankfully you and younghoon both pass
you flaunt your 84 versus his 82 but the happiness of it seems to wash away any excess awkwardness from before
at least for him, for you - you somehow can’t stop analyzing it in your head
to make matters worse, more pocket-sized interactions like this start to pop up
younghoon is always seemingly on the verge of asking you to hang out with him outside of class but he never really does
something always stops him
and you kind of start to wish he just would, or if the question that’s always on the tip of his tongue isn’t that - then you really want to know what it is
you overthink and it frustrates you more than you admit, but at the same time younghoon had been right when summer started
the fact that you have each other to suffer together actually doesn’t make this whole thing worse than it originally was going to be
the only reason you’re having a tolerable summer is because of him
you don’t want to ruin it by prying him with questions
wanting to know if he wants something more than just a physics class-based friendship
because it gets to a point where you don’t know what to do, you ask your best friends
when you explain that you and younghoon just click - and it seems like he might want to be around you more, the way you want to be around him -
jacob and kevin give you the same look
jaocb’s just nicer when he says “why don’t you ask him to hang out first?”
while kevin just laughs and calls you a big dummy - popular pretty boy or not, that’s crushing behavior you’re describing
you think about it
what’s stopping me from asking him first? seriously - am i going to be that person who needs to wait around for prince charming to pull the first move?
so you decide you will, it takes jacob giving you a pep talk before you go into class the next day but you are resiliant
and when younghoon comes through the door - you stand up
“oh, a standing ovation did i do something right?”
he jokes and you have to tell yourself not to focus on how cute he is and get straight to the point
“do you want to hang out after class?”
younghoon’s bag drops from his hands and you both kind of startle at the noise
oh shit. here it comes. the big 'oh i hope you don’t think this is something more than it is….’ line
“oh - i - sure, i mean i saw jacob’s car in the parking lot is he not gonna pick you up later?”
you blink in confusion
“no, why would jacob come pick me up?”
younghoon and you have a moment of complete silence and then
“you’re dating him, right?”
you’re pretty sure you let out a sound that’s a mixture of a little yell and an attempt at a laugh
it’s embarrassing and before you can backtrack it, the door opens and the teacher snaps her fingers for you and younghoon to sit
as you do - you realize your entire body has gone kind of numb
is that the reason he’s been dancing around me this summer, because of jacob?!?!?!
you turn before the teacher can even write the pages to work on on the board
“no!”
you exclaim and younghoon blinks those big, brown pretty eyes at you
“i am definitely not dating jacob bae!”
a sense of relief seems to wash over his face, but you can’t even enjoy the way he looks happy because the teacher clears her throat
“the matter of who you are or are not dating is not the topic of this class - physics is. so pay. attention.”
you nod, looking down at your textbook as the other students snicker to themselves
halfway through the class younghoon passes you a note
'how about we go see a movie or something?’
your first date goes well.
actually it goes really really well because it turns out younghoon is scared of horror movies and you’re not and when he nearly jumps into your arms with fear you just laugh and hold him close
by the time it ends he’s got his head completely in your neck and you have your arms wrapped around his waist
it’s actually insane how comfortable you two are with touching each other despite the fact that all of summer you would knock knees and it would set both of you into a state of petrification
and when you text your gc after, jacob sends a thousand loving emojis
and kevin replies with: but is he a good kisser tho?
turns out he is, although he kisses with a shyness that is unexpected considering how loud and fun he can get around you
he lets you take the lead, which is nice, and when you kiss him right on the jawline he inhales sharply and you figure out the part of kim younghoon that gets him all worked up
a secret you’re sure the rest of the student body will be jealous of you for knowing
the summer goes from tolerable to magical in the snap of a second
your classes finish, you and younghoon both pass the final and celebrate with ice-cream and a trip to the amusement park
you end up on the ferris wheel and younghoon sheepishly admits he had always been a little sad thinking about how you were doing these fun things with jacob and not with him
and you scrunch your nose up and tell him the last time you and jacob were on a ferris wheel together you were comforting kevin for his random fear of heights
speaking of moonbae, they both really like you and younghoon together
jacob thinks he’s a mannered young man and kevin is just like soooooo you’re nice enough to put up with them (you) you must be a saint
the four of you finally get to go to that water park you missed out on in the beginning and while you and younghoon are holding hands on the lazy river sharing little cute kisses
kevin is splashing jacob to a point where the lifeguard on duty has to intervene
younghoon still sometimes dances around what he actually wants to say or do - and so you coax it out of him with the threat of complimenting him
which you learn is your greatest weapon, you call him pretty and it’s practically game over
but seriously he just tucks you into his arms and mumbles something and you’re like hmmm and he’s like mumbling and you’re like younghoon words or i will list the top five things i like about you and he’s like
“oK i just wanted to ask if you wanted to stay over………”
you do :) and when you take the liberty of stealing a big flannel of his younghoon hides his face in his hands for like ten minutes straight
before autumn finally comes around for good - you and younghoon talk about how you both flunked physics
you explain that you just did not put the effort in at all and skipped more times than you could count, but younghoon just says he thinks he just messed up pretty bad on the final
“why did you do bad on the final?”
he looks away and you scoot closer, “younghoon?”
“well remember how we all took the final with our seats switched ….. the teacher put me next to you and it was distracting….”
“no way - are you saying im the reason you were in summer school?!?!”
you sit up and younghoon does too with a laugh
“maybe - but it was worth it. i got to spend a whole summer with you.”
years down the line you still bring the story up as a fun meet-cute
everyone thinks younghoon is 100% joking, there’s no way he failed a final because he was sitting next to his crush
but younghoon swears it’s the reason why - he’s sure if he could find his original test paper he could show everyone that where he was supposed to have written out the equation he just wrote your name down ten times
jacob accuses him one day for flunking it on purpose since he probably knew you were going to end up in summer school
you turn to your fiancee and ask him is that true, did he really fail it on purpose to spend more time with you?
younghoon’s ears turn pink and the whole room erupts into laughter
“younghoon, why would you do that!”
you push him gently, your hand on his chest with the glittering band he gifted you
he shrugs back with a big smile
“i really really really liked you - and hey, it worked out didn’t it?”
lounged on bean bags, sprawled across the sofa circled around the fire. several mince pies already eaten and chocolate chip cookies have been scoffed whilst you and the boyz continue your christmas movie marathon. completely forgetting what time it is before dropping to sleep, one by one.
“babe hurry up!” your boyfriend, sunwoo, whined from outside the changing room. the two of you opted for going christmas jumper shopping with the purpose of a party you both were invited to, except you both went your separate ways, wanting to surprise one another. taking a step out of the changing room, shock evidence on your faces as you realised you both picked those cringey ‘im with them’ type christmas jumpers. you wore them nonetheless and embraced the tackiness of the clothing.
Jacob had always been your sweet, caring boyfriend. Nothing seemed to be able to tick him off and you were always so loyal to him that he didn’t feel a need to be stern. Well, until one guy couldn’t get the hint and you were just playing along with him.
>>Pairing:Jacob Bae (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!jacob x girlfriend!reader
>>Word Count: 3.2k
>>Genre:Oneshot / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks:Begging, breeding, choking, corruption, creampie, crying, degrading, dumblification, hair pulling, jealousy, manhandling, mentions of demons/angels, mention of drugs, mentions of food, oral (giving), praising, rough sex, spanking, teasing, and unprotected sex
Angels.
Even Satan started out as one. Pure and kind-hearted.
But, even angels can change by the driving force of humans: jealousy.
With jealousy comes vengeance and hatred. A dangerous duo sure to bring punishment for whoever deemed worthy of it.
That person this time was you. Served a punishment from your fallen angel.
Jacob, your boyfriend, was said to be the kindest person in the entire idol industry. He never uttered one curse word and seemed to be calm in the most demeaning situations. He was simply too kind to say a word against anyone or to lift a finger to hurt anything or anyone.
You literally saw him gently put a fly outside of the house because “it didn’t do anything wrong”. He was just so gentle with everything and that even applied to you. He never wanted to hurt you and he never felt the need to be stern with you because you were a “good girl”. That was his favorite phrase to use with you. His good girl.
Key word there is his.
The only weakness your angel seemed to have was his possessiveness. Due to his reputation, he’d never announce such feelings in front of the press but they were very much there. Just hidden behind his perfect little mask.
Fans could probably see it in the way he put his hand on your hip when a fanboy got too close or through the way he would suck little bruises on your neck for them to see. Still, it didn’t directly show just how jealous he was. It was nothing to worry about.
Or was it?
That’s what you wanted to find out tonight. Even if that meant having another man’s hands on you briefly. You just wanted Jacob to know he wasn’t going to hurt you. That he could trust his own body to stop when you needed it to. He just needed that extra push.
And maybe so did this guy flirting with you.
“Want to go out after this? I know a good bar near here”, Jacob had simply walked away to get you ice cream and this man took that as a sign to come talk to you. His hand was on your thigh and it was apparent that he was just trying to get you drunk and in his bed. It wasn’t like it was working. You weren’t that stupid, but you did want to give Jacob that push.
“Sure! I’ve been dying for a cocktail”, you smiled warmly at the man. It was usually a smile specifically reserved for Jacob, but this man would get to have a taste of it today.
“Great! Want to head there now? I’m sure your frie-”, he was cut off by a rough shove, pushing him off of the bench and onto the grass below. You looked up to see the piercing glare your boyfriend was giving the man. It was something you’ve never seen before. Something you never expected could come from your boyfriend.
“That’sboyfriend. Now get the fuck out of here”, your eyes went wide at the curse word. It felt so unnatural to hear it coming from a man you could have sworn had never said such a word like that since he was little. But, nothing could compare to the sheer terror you felt creep up your spine when Jacob turned his body to look at you.
It seemed like his body had almost tripled in size but you knew it just felt like that because of how small you felt underneath him. He looked so intimidating and it really seemed like he was going to rip you apart.
“Get in the car.”
“What? What about the ice cream?”, Jacob groaned and gripped your jaw, probably leaving red marks there from just how rough his fingers were.
“I didn’t get it. Now, get in the car because I’m about a minute away from fucking you on this bench until you can’t walk”, you gulped from just how cold his eyes looked. It was like your precious angel had been replaced by an entirely new demon. And you likedit.
Without a word, you nodded and he let go of you. He crossed his arms as he walked behind you, watching you as if you were merely a piece of prey for him to play with. You could only imagine what he was thinking.
The entire car ride was silent and all you could do was look out the window at the buildings passing by in a blur. Jacob’s hand was the only thing tethering you to the present, it’s presence on your thigh a constant reminder that you fucked up. You really fuckedup.
By the time he had parked and opened your door, you had practically been reduced to nothing more than a ragdoll. His hand was cupped around the back of your neck and he guided you towards the front door by it, kicking the car door closed with his shoe as if it weighed nothing. He did the same with the front door as soon as you were both inside. His hand moved to the front of your neck, squeezing the side of it and he watched as your eyes rolled back. He chuckled.
A sinister, mischievous, and demonicchuckle.
“You know, I never imagined you’d look this pretty with my hand around your throat”, your own hand moved up to grip his wrist and he almost stopped. Well, until he heard your beautiful choked moan fill his ears. Finally, he was going to allow himself to continue.
Jacob pressed you against the wall and lifted his knee to start rubbing between your legs. He scoffed at how quickly you melted, your legs wobbling as he rubbed against your clothed clit.
“If I didn’t know better than I’d say you did all that to get punished”, oh that smirk on his face was enough to know that he knew that was exactly what you were doing. Any other day, you would have pushed that guy away immediately. Still, he wanted you to admit it.
“I did. I’m sorry”, your lip quivered as a sob broke through. Jacob loosened his grip to allow you some air before he returned it to how it was before. Even in this state, he cared more about your well being than releasing his anger and it made your heart swell.
“Your apologies are useless. Apologies from a stupid cockslut mean nothing”, you were about to come right there inside your pants but he pulled his knee away, “how about we put that mouth to actual use?” he released your throat and you crumbled to your knees. It was almost like you were mind controlled, following his every whim without a second thought.
“Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back”, you followed each order obediently, worried that you’d make him even angrier if you so much as said one word back. Jacob circles around you like a shark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You could hear the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and, before you could turn your head to look, your hands were being bound behind your back. You could only imagine the snarl that must’ve taken over your boyfriend’s face once he saw that man near you and it exhilaratedyou.
“You really do want to be ruined, don’t you? Want to make it up to me?”, he was now in front of you and the sight made your mouth water. His big cock was out, leaking precum down the sides and the sight made you immediately think of his thick seed inside of you.
“Please”, you begged just like you knew he liked and he gripped your hair, tilting your head back before he pushed his dick into your mouth. Jacob knows you well enough to know if it becomes too much and he goes as far into your mouth as he can without making you uncomfortable, but it was far rougher than usual. You could practically feel his tip leaving a bruise on the top of your mouth.
Looking up at Jacob through the tears welling in your eyes caused your hips to buck needily against his shoe. He was watching you with hooded eyes, grip tight in your hair as he groaned through his smirk. He was getting off to watching you choke on his cock and he just looked so evil like that. Watching you suffer.
You felt him twitch inside your mouth but he pulled you off of him by your hair, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip. It looked almost painful and you knew he was saving that for somewhere else.
“How about I fill up your pretty pussy? Maybe men will stay away if they see your belly all swollen with my baby. Would you like that?”, Jacob was already picking you up before you could answer, walking towards the bedroom as the belt dug into your wrists.
“Yes! Please, fill me up”, he grinned and placed you on the bed, your cheek pressed against the pillow. It felt unnatural to have nothing to support you up but you knew Jacob wanted your ass as high as possible, perked up only for him.
Maybe it was because your boyfriend had no reason to use such strength before but the sound of your pants ripping clean in half made you jump forward. Luckily, they were sweatpants rather than your favorite pair of jeans that you thought about wearing out. Jacob simply gripped your hips to pull you back to where you were.
“You’re okay with this? I don’t think I’m going to be as gentle as usual”, you laughed as he pulled your panties down your legs and started to gently rub your hips. Of course he was going to be rougher. He was pissed off but he still felt the need to prepare you.
“I’m ready, angel. I can handle it”, in no way did you mean that to sound like teasing but apparently your usual pet name for your boyfriend would not do right now. He wasn’t an angel and he wasn’t going to treat you like one would. If anything, he’d treat you like the opposite would.
“We’ll see about that”, Jacob chuckled and started to rub his tip along your folds, collecting the embarrassing amount of wetness there. It was driving you crazy each time he’d slap his cock against your clit and all you wanted to do was jolt away.
“You’re so desperate for it. You always put on the same act around everyone else. That you’re a good girl. An innocent good girl”, he pushed his tip inside of you, making your breath hitch from the stretch but he just pulled it back out and continued his previous ministrations, “little do they know they’re all being duped.”
“Please. Please, I’ll do anything!”, each stroke of his cock was making you lose your mind and all you wanted was relief. The only thing you earned from your words was a spank on your ass though, a bright red handprint making you cut yourself off.
“Don’t speak when I’m fucking talking. Got it?”, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back so you had to look over your shoulder at him. The cold glint in his eyes was so foreign but you welcomed it whole-hearteningly through a nod, clamping your mouth shut to let him keep talking.
“I always tried to praise you no matter how filthy you got. But, here you are saying you’ll literally do anything just to get your pussy ruined. Are you really that much of a whore?”, Jacob finally started to thrust into you, filling you up until he couldn’t go any further. Still, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of movement until he felt you had learned your lesson.
“N-no, I’m not!”, despite your protests, even you knew you were more than needy for your boyfriend. His touch was your own cocaine. It caused you to become high off adrenaline and lust, mind fuzzy with thoughts about what he could do to you.
“Then why are you here? Begging for me to have my way with you? I bet your little friends would be so disappointed in you”, it was no secret Jacob found it ironic that you had such conservative friends. He loved to point it out any time you did anything out of the ordinary to them. This was definitely out of the ordinary.
“Is it because you’re just a whore for me? Is that it? You just love my cock so much that you feel the need to make me jealous to get it? Baby, you could’ve just asked”, he laughed and started to move his hips slowly, gently meeting your hips with his own. It was nowhere near fast enough to get you to finish. He knew that.
“I am. I’m just a whore for you! Now, please move. I’m all your’s and I just wanted your cock so please give it to me!”, all the begging made him involuntarily snap his hips a little harder, making you moan against the pillow below you. Jacob stilled for a moment.
“You already have it though”, you couldn’t help but turn your head to glare at him and he bursted out laughing, that familiar smile taking over his face. It was good to know your angel was still looking out for you. Even if it was behind a layer of carnal lust.
“Alright, alright. What my baby wants she will get”, and finally he started to thrust fast and rough, just like you’ve always wanted. It felt so different and you were sure bruises would be painted on your body afterwards but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when Jacob’s dick was hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly and so full of passion, ramming into your soft spot with each push. His finger rubbing figure-eights on your clit wasn’t helping much either and, before you knew it, you were already crying from the overwhelming pleasure and the need to orgasm. The knot inside of you felt like it would snap any second now.
“Shit, you just got so tight. Gonna cum already?”, there was no doubt that he heard your sobs and knew that you’d struggle to get even a word out.
“Y-ye-”, suddenly his laugh cut you off and you just stopped trying to say words. He flipped you over while he was still inside of you, taking the chance to really watch your tears run down your face. The cloudy veil caused by the tears completely blurred his face but it didn’t take a genius to know he was smiling.
“Look at you. You worked so hard to get my cock and now you’re going to be a crybaby because of it? How pathetic”, you couldn’t even think of anything to say due to the feeling of Jacob being buried so deep inside of you. The only thing reaching your senses besides that feeling was the sound of your wetness around him in the room due to his thick cock splitting you open like that was where it was always meant to be.
“Please… Jacob, please!”, you could barely get the words out from all the shameful noises you were letting out between them. It only pushed Jacob to thrust even harder, making your breasts bounce from the sheer force of his hips.
“Please what? Tell me, baby”, he hummed as he leaned back to look at you even better, making your mind go completely blank. You suddenly couldn’t remember at all where you were going with that plea because his gaze was just too dark and piercing, seemingly judging how below him you were.
“Can’t. I c-can’t”, you were really trying. You were just too overwhelmed and too sensitive, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you causing your last thread of sanity to break.
“Aw, is my baby too stupid to tell me what she wants? Can you only think of my cock?”, it was true. You were just a stupid mess at this point, choking on your own retaliations to his words. Jacob gently kissed you, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips. It was such a contradictory action to his words.
“You’re only good for taking my cock, huh?”, you couldn’t even imagine what you must’ve looked like at this point. You were sure your mascara was beyond ruined and running down your face along with your tears. Your lips were probably swollen and you could even feel drool spilling out. Just a good rag doll for him to use.
“Go on. Prove that you were made for my cock and cream all over it”, you were just so frustrated before and hiccups were causing your body to jerk as you finally released. Jacob connected your lips again but it was fast and hungry this time, a clear indicator that he was close too. His hands were running along your stomach as he imagined how good you’d look all full with his baby. Anyone would take one look at you and know you were taken.
“That’s it. So fucking good for me”, he snapped his hips a few more times before he was cumming, filling you up as your walls clenched around him to milk his orgasm. Jacob stayed still for a few more moments, waiting for any more cum to spurt out and coat your walls, before he pulled out. He quickly put your legs on top of his shoulders, watching to make sure none of his precious sperm spilled out onto the bed.
“And now I get to call you a good girl”, he chuckled and there he was again. Your angel. He felt so warm and it was just what you needed after all of that.
“Does that mean we can get that ice cream now?”, you smiled as you reached up to wipe away your tears, sniffling as you looked up at him. There was still that mischievous spark in his eyes and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d meet his demon.
“You mean I can get the ice cream? Sure. Sorry, baby. I don’t think you’re going anywhere”, Jacob leaned down to kiss your calf and that’s when you realized just how badly your legs were shaking. Yeah, maybe walking was out of the equation for a few days.
“I love you and I’m sorry I was a brat”, Jacob nodded and kissed you again, causing you to melt even more against the sheets below you.
“I love you too but you didn’t think that was it, right? I’m so not done with you yet. See you after I get the ice cream”, he winked and you gulped as he dropped your legs and ran off.
Maybe your angel would have to wait a little longer.
Younghoon tries his best to wait for you and, every time you come home late, you have to give him his reward. Not that you mind honestly because how could you deny your good boy?
>>Pairing: Kim Younghoon (sub) x fem!reader (dom) | interviewer!younghoon x ceo!reader
>>Word Count:2.4k
>>Genre:Oneshot / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks:Anal, begging, cum play, degrading, dumbification, fingering, hair pulling, handjob, light bondage, oral (receiving), pegging, praise, saliva, shower sex, and temperature manipulation
Your relationship with Younghoon is anything but normal. He was fresh out of college, an inspiring interviewer with about the same level of confidence as an outcasted teen. He’s shy- well, more like consistently embarrassed. He hated asking for favors.
Meanwhile, you’re already the CEO of a nationwide computer company. Sure, you could code a thing or two (mostly the games Younghoon asked you to create), but it was mostly financial knowledge on your part.
You two met through Younghoon’s first ever interview. He stuttered practically the whole time and it was adorable. He really did do his best and you took kindly to him. You both hit it off and now here you were.
Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.
“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.
“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.
“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.
That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.
“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.
“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.
“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.
“Only one week?”.
“Only one week”.
It’sdefinitely been longer than one week.
Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.
Puzzles, books, even cooking.
But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.
Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.
Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.
Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happinessoverwhelms them all.
“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.
“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.
“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.
“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.
“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to thatdrawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.
Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.
“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.
You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.
Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.
No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.
“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.
You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.
Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.
“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.
“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.
Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.
“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.
“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.
“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.
“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.
Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.
“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.
You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.
“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.
“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.
Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.
“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.
“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.
“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.
“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.
“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.
“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.
Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.
“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.
“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.
“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.
“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.
Being the main writer for the college paper made it particularly hard for people not to be in your business because, well, you were in their’s. Thus, everyone in the school was aware of your relationship with Juyeon and Hyunjae. But, that doesn’t stop a flirty athlete from hitting on you.
>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x Lee Juyeon (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | athletes!jaehyun and juyeon x writer!reader
>>Word Count:4.3k
>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks: Choking, creampie, cum eating, cum play, double penetration, exhibitionism/public sex, harassment (not from the boys), marking, oral (giving + receiving), possessiveness, praise, saliva, and unprotected sex
The reminder you had set on your phone was not enough to take your focus off the man in front of you.
Truth be told, you were quite forgetful for a person with such a tight schedule.
Writing on your hand was tried. It didn’t really work considering you washed your hands consistently throughout the day (damn the germs in colleges), smudging the ink to an unreadable blur on your hand.
Thankfully, that’s how you had met your boyfriends. Yeah, plural. There’s an s there.
You had been rushing towards an assignment you had been given for the paper. It was a request to interview some of the top students in the music department and damnlate wasn’t even enough of a word to describe how long ago you were supposed to be there.
Showing up a couple hours late resulted in most of the students already gone, hiding away in their dorms for the afternoon.
But, there were two students still waiting for you. Lee Jaehyun (although he likes people to call him Hyunjae) and Lee Juyeon.
They were your saving grace for your paper and, in return, you let them take you out on a date.
Now, months later, your relationship with them still ran strong.
But, apparently your hearing didn’t because the reminder sound on your phone didn’t even register as you write down practically everything the athlete was telling you.
He actually was a classmate of your’s and a pretty popular one at that. The whole school practically knew about him.
“And that’s how I beat the record”, you nodded sweetly, keeping that signature interviewer smile on your face. It did a fantastic job of getting people to open up and this guy was no exception.
“So, one last question, are you dating anyone?”, you weren’t asking for yourself. Especially not when you were already quite… busy…with the two men you were already dating. It was more for the majority of the female population in the school who did like him.
Besides, everyone in the school knew about you and, more specifically, your polyamorous relationship. It wasn’t seen everyday to be fair. You three stuck out like a sore thumb.
“No, I haven’t really been looking”, bullshit.You had been to the football games, the man loved to rile up the crowd. He practically chucked his shirt into a girl’s face the other night when it was “too hot”.
It was just above 50 degrees that night.
“I see. Thank you for the interview”, you smiled and he nodded, smiling back at you before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.
“Are you looking?”, he must have noticed the shocked expression you had because his hand encased your’s, seemingly trying to soothe you as his thumb traced the back of your hand.
All it did was make you more anxious.
“No, sorry, I’m not. I’m actually taken”, there goes that reminder again but you ignored it. It was probably just your reminder to take your gummy vitamins or something stupid the boys put in there because they cared. Maybe a little toomuch sometimes.
“Oh, by who?”, it wasn’t a curious question. He didn’t believe you. His tone said it.
“By us”, uh oh.
Turning around, you were met with your two lovers. They hovered over you like angry wolves and you could only feel like a little lamb underneath them.
The athlete had flirted with you before and that only made the situation more intense. Of course the football player knew about your relationship. It just didn’t seem to matter to him.
Until, well, now you guess.
“You didn’t come”, shit.So, that was the reminder?
You had a date with them after this interview and it completely flew out of your mind like a paper lost in the wind.
“Sorry, I lost track of time”, they nodded and, for a moment, you thought you saw their eyes soften as they look at you but they just returned back to those icy cold stares.
Even the muscular athlete was scared. Everyone knew how possessive your boyfriends were.
It was pretty obvious after a particularly ignorant party animal laid his drunk hands on you. Before he could do anything else, he was already thrown on the floor with Juyeon’s fist landing on his cheek while Hyunjae pulled you back into his chest like he was some kind of shield.
It was hot, you weren’t going to lie, but it did make you a little worried for people you truly did just want to be friends with.
“Hey, babies, let’s go. Let’s go have our date now”, you placed each of your hands on their chests. It was a gentle move that always seemed to calm them and you smiled as you felt their heartbeats slow down, your own starting to match theirs as you felt it through your hands.
“Fine but you”, Hyunjae pointed with precision at the man, “stay away from her. She doesn’t like you and she’s said no multiple times. She’s ours” the man finally nodded and ran off while you were stuck standing there with a wave of arousal shooting to your core.
Ignore it. You can’t be walking around with marks again-
The internal scold fell short as the boys wrapped you up in a hug. You could practically feel the warmth from their anger coming off of them in waves.
“Next time listen to your reminders. We set them for you for a reason”, Hyunjae scolded you, grabbing your phone to turn off the pesky sound. You really didn’t hear it. Maybe your hearing does need to be checked.
“I know I know. I’m forgetful”, you pout and the boys looked at it, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pouty lips until they’re swollen. Juyeon just chuckles instead and ruffles your hair sweetly.
It was such a sharp contrast to how cold he looked a minute ago but you were used to it. They were usually cold to others but were exceptionally sweet to you.
Well, most of the time.
“Come on, dory. We’ve got to get outside”, that’s always been Hyunjae’s favorite nickname for you. Sadly, you couldn’t argue that it didn’t suit you.
Sometimes you even forget what your name is.
“Okay”, you nodded and held their hands, walking securely in between them. You always did feel safe with your boyfriends and being without them was honestly terrifying. They were like your bodyguards.
Out in the beautiful field of the campus was a little picnic blanket, laid out with plenty of your favorite foods.
They always loved to spoil you and, while the sight in front of you wasn’t much of a surprise considering it was their favorite form of dates, it made you happy nonetheless.
“Aw, thank you boys”, you gave them both a peck on the cheek and sat down. You weren’t much for public displays of affection.
Hand holding? That was fine. It was their way of saying that you were their’s. But, the bigger things like kissing or hugging? That was more of a private thing for you.
Those were actions you did when the three of you could safely display your love for one another without being judged because, let’s be honest, you’re not much of the outgoing type.
Sure, you have to talk to lots of people for your writing, but that didn’t mean you likedto. You actually liked to keep to yourself.
It was odd considering Hyunjae and Juyeon were quite popular due to their singing skills. Everyone wanted them but they only had their eyes set on you.
They helped you sit down, filling up your plate with delicious treats that almost had you drooling. You just realized how hungry you were when your stomach let out the most obnoxious growl you had ever heard.
Okay- maybe you also forget to take care of yourself. When you’re busy the last thing on your mind is what your body wants. Just the task at hand is important.
“Dory, do we need to start setting reminders for food and stuff too?”, Hyunjae shook his head as Juyeon handed you the plate of food. You quickly shook your head back, taking a bite of the fruit sitting on the plate in your lap.
“No, I just got busy. I’m not too hungry”, Hyunjae looked at you with the most untrusting look. He knew you and he knew that you frequently “got busy” and that meant you frequently forgot to take those vitamins or to at least drink water.
As you ate, you started to circle the important details you had written down during the interview, making a clear note in your head to add those facts into the paper.
Sad thing was: the athlete barely gave you anything to work with. Most of it was just bragging or hitting on you.
“What an asshole”, you sighed and rested your forehead on Juyeon’s shoulder. He simply chuckled and started to run his fingers through your hair. You weren’t a saint by any means but cussing was rare. You found it to be a bad habit in public while you swore like a sailor in the safety of your bedroom.
“Frustrated?”, Hyunjae asked, rubbing your back with his large palm, working the knot he knew you had. They really did know your body so well.
“Yeah, he didn’t really give me anything to work with. Just flirting”, you didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. It was just what you thinking about and sometimes that filter in your brain was clogged with all the useless information you kept there.
“Maybe you could do your report on someone else?”, surprisingly, the response was calm and you had to let out a sigh of relief.
“Maybe. I’d have to ask”, you were the writer for the school but it didn’t mean you had free will. Everything had to be ran by someone else. Every decision.
“Alright, I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have to talk to that guy again”, you nodded in agreement.
God forbid something go right because weeks later, after one failed attempt at switching stories, you were put on the athlete’s case once again. This time it was because he was the reason the school won against their rivals.
So, there you sat on the desk chair. You had just finished your journalism class and, ironically, the jerk was in the class with you. You both just agreed to do the interview in the classroom.
You had already told the boys about it and they promised to check in soon. You were worried but also thankful. Your gut had an awful feeling about this guy.
As you were reaching for your notepad and pen, a hand stopped you. It was wrapped around your wrist and you looked up in surprise to see the athlete’s eyes sparkling with mischief.
That can’t be good.
“Come on, no one has denied me before. Why won’t you go out with me?”, it made you scoff and you yanked your wrist from his cold, rubbing the red flesh with your other hand.
“Because I’m taken.So, drop it”, that seemed to strike a nerve. He looked furious and fear flowed through your body when he got up.
Before he could reach you, a hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him out of the room. Juyeon rushed to you, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs.
Wait- you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed.
Hyunjae seemed to take the high road and just simply shut the door in the student’s face, locking him out.
They honestly rarely fought but when they did it was brutal. That’s why they tried to never do it in front of you.
“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you?”, you reassured him you were fine by letting him look you over, his eyes quickly looking over you as if you had some hidden life threatening injury.
After some time, you were already feeling better. The boys had made it their mission to make you laugh as much as possible in the classroom, doing silly dances and even tickling you. They just loved your laugh too much.
“Baby, I have an idea for your newspaper”, Hyunjae looked a little dazed. Well, more than dazed. You couldn’t blame him considering you had all been playing a game of cards and you sucked so fucking bad at it. Therefore, your little game of stripping if you lost resulting in the boys completely clothed while you sat there completely bare.
“And what is that?”, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. Juyeon pulled you in between his legs and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm. Plus, his hold was barely below your breasts and he truly did love those.
“Make it a smut”, you gasped when Hyunjae connected his lips with your’s harshly, a little more rough than usual. Then, it hit you, they held all that anger in just to use it on you.
While you would never actually write a smut for the school paper (unless you really wanted to be fired), you liked to idea of using it to rile them up. They loved your writing and, more specifically, the wonderful sex scenes you wrote.
Anytime you were busy, you’d write them one and then you’d be happy to oblige to their request to act it out when you got back to your dorm. Sometimes they were short scenes and sometimes they were long. Either way, the boys were happy to help you fulfill your fantasies.
The only difference today is that there is no prompt. They get to make up the story themselves.
“Do you want me to tell everyone how good you two fuck me? How well you stretch me out?”, just your words alone had Juyeon’s erection desperately trying to escape the confinement of his jeans. You could feel the bulge against your back and you watched as the wetness started to coat your thighs.
“Yes, tell everyone how good wemake you feel”, you nodded in agreement and looked at the door, thankful that there was no windows uncovered in the room.
Finally, feeling safe, you turned around and started to unzip Juyeon’s jeans, pulling it down his legs along with his boxers. You simply tossed them, watching them land on the surface of one of the desks.
Hyunjae wasn’t far behind, removing his own clothes and doing a similar action to them, discarding them as if they were the trash beneath his feet.
“Turn around”, you nodded, turned your body back around and you immediately knew what he wanted. You leaned down to make yourself level with his cock, your eyes running over the veins and the angry red tip. Your ass was right where the man wanted it, high up in front of him.
Your lips wrapped around his shaft, running your tongue along the sides to coat it in your saliva. It always made the movements a bit easier. Juyeon groaned and dove his tongue down your slit, suckling at your clit once he reached it.
The moan you let out sent a vibration through his sensitive tip, causing his thighs to shake slightly. It was a beautiful sight.
Not forgetting about your other boyfriend, you looked up to make eye contact with Hyunjae. He licked his lips as he watched you practically gag on the large cock that belonged to Juyeon.
He was always a bit of a voyeur and, as much as he loved the sight, he couldn’t wait any longer. He sat on his knees next to you and moved his own cock closer to your mouth.
Hyunjae was bigger than Juyeon, stretching you out beyond belief but Juyeon was longer, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Both were a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Different but well balanced.
You brought your head back, releasing Juyeon from your mouth and you replaced where your mouth had been with your hand, jerking the man off. A long string of saliva connected your mouth to his but you couldn’t care because Hyunjae’s dick was far too tempting to forget.
You wrapped your mouth around his cock now, feeling your jaw lock slightly from the sheer volume you had taken in. He was just as delicious as the previous one and you couldn’t help yourself from sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop. To be honest, he was.
Juyeon slipped a finger inside of your dripping cunt and you whimpered, listening to the sound of your pussy clenching around the digit, soaking it in your wetness.
“I think she can take both of us now”, you stopped for a moment, a little surprised. Sure, you three had discussed double penetration but you never really felt ready. Could you really handle that much?
Maybe you could.
“Let’s do it”, your words came out muffled since you were still infatuated with the taste of Hyunjae’s dick. The boys smirked at one another and Hyunjae gripped your hair to pull you off of him. Your hand instinctively let go of Juyeon’s dick too, missing the feeling of having something to play with.
You never liked to sit still but you knew you probably were going to have to after this session.
“Up here then, baby”, Hyunjae chuckled as you yelped, his arms under your body as he laid you across the desk. You winced when a pencil sharpener landed on the floor off the desk, probably breaking into pieces.
How had no one heard you before this? You had no idea.
Juyeon got up off the floor, rushing to Hyunjae’s side. Hyunjae held your thigh and pushed it open more, taking in the beautiful sight of your glistening pussy. It was his favorite work of art and Juyeon wanted nothing more than to continue the feast he was in the middle of.
“Alright, we’ll go one at a time, okay? If we need to stop then tell us. You okay with this still?”, Juyeon asked softly. Despite how cold they were, they still asked for permission and it was especially important now.
“I’m okay with it. I’ll tell you if you have to stop”, you nodded and looked up at the two. Fuck, you were so lucky.
They both had little stars in their eyes whenever they looked at you and it always reminded you that they were indeed your stars. Those little stars in their eyes only lit up when they looked at you.
Hyunjae decided to go first as the bigger of the two, gently easing his way into you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first but no longer painful. You had adjusted to both of them rather quickly solo but together? That may be a bit harder.
Right when he brushed against that specific spot inside of you, you covered your mouth and moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.
Hyunjae watched you, smirking when he realized you were already becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved watching you try to hold onto anything to keep your grounded to reality. He always seemed to bring you to cloud 9.
“All in. Now you’ll take Juyeon too, right? You’ll be a good girl and take him too?”, you nodded obediently and looked between your legs, noticing that Hyunjae had completely bottomed out inside of you. You already seemed so full, a bulge present in your stomach from where Hyunjae had settled.
Truly, no one could make you feel this good with so little effort but them.
Juyeon gripped your other thigh and pressed small kisses there, a gentle reminder that it was okay to stop him. That he loved you.
He sucked a few marks to the skin, making you whine because once they start they don’t stop. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the hour.
Once you were spread wider, almost completely folded, Juyeon guided his cock in beside Hyunjae’s. Now, that hurt.
“Slower! Slower please”, Juyeon quickly nodded, noticing that your eyes were watering. He gently wiped them away and stayed still for a moment so you could get used to the stretch. When you nodded, he slowly moved again and you felt your vagina quickly adjust to the size. Like you were made to handle both.
And, now, you couldn’t stop moaning under your hand. It did very little to muffle the noises but it was your only hope of not getting caught.
Hyunjae was pressed against your g-spot as Juyeon had taken it upon himself to settle his tip against your cervix. And, inside of you, their cocks rubbed against each other in an unspoken competition to see who could go deeper.
Of course, Juyeon would win that category but that didn’t matter to Hyunjae.
Both watched their bulges in your stomach as one pulled out and pushed back in. Then, they started alternating until you were so stretched out that they could move together in perfect unison.
The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as they fucked you raw, sharing you in the most perfect way. Everything felt so good that you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, begging to be released and coat their cocks in your cum.
“You like it, hm? Does it feel good?”, Juyeon teased as he watched your eyes roll back and your nails dig into the wood beneath you. You nodded but your love didn’t like that. He gripped your throat, squeezing it slightly right where he needed to.
The blissful feeling only became more unbearable as you felt some oxygen escape your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks before he let go, allowing you to breathe.
“Yes! Fuck, I love it!”, the boys leaned down to suck marks all over your breasts, stomach, and hips. Still easy to hide but you knew that wasn’t going to last long.
Their hips snapped against your core as they moved, Hyunjae’s pelvis bone rubbing against your clit perfectly. It made your mouth hang open in a tiny scream and you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting all over the two as you came.
You had never done that and you were scared that they would hate it but the bright smiles on their faces made you relax. It made you feel good and that’s all that mattered to them.
As the thrusts continued, you squirmed from the overstimulation and Juyeon had to pin you down by your wrists to keep you from falling off the desk.
Their movements became more sloppy and they came together, filling up your clenching cunt with their cum. You felt way too full with all of it and their cocks still inside of you, tapping Juyeon’s arm in a silent plea.
He understood and nodded at Hyunjae, the both of them pulling out to milk the rest of their orgasm’s on whatever they could find. Your thighs, clit, stomach, chest, arms, etc. You looked like the filthiest thing they’ve ever seen and they couldn’t be more proud.
Juyeon put his clothes back on and went out to grab a towel from the locker room as Hyunjae just stared at the cum spilling out of you and down the side of the unfortunate wooden desk.
He seemed to be deep in thought as you tried to breathe correctly, his finger entering your hole without warning and you looked down to see him pull it out. He looked you dead in the eye as he licked off the mixture of cream, humming happily when he found out he loved the taste.
“We taste delicious together”, he leaned down and held your ankles as he started to lap at the cum dripping out of you, eating it up like it was a five star meal. You shivered from the feeling of his warm muscle meeting your cold skin as he licked you clean, licking his lips every time he came up for air.
“How in the world am I going to write an article when that is in my head?”, you motioned to the sight of the cum dripping down his chin. His lips were swollen and his brown locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He looked ravishing.
“Smut”, he popped the m for emphasis and you shook your head, letting him kiss you so you could taste it too. It tasted like the best mixture of fruit and you found yourself diving your tongue in his mouth for more.
“Oh yeah, we definitely have to stay together if this is how good we taste”, you giggled and Juyeon had entered just in time to get a taste too. He kissed you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He licked his lips and acted as if he was critiquing a meal.
“I’d have to give my thanks to the chef”, he joked and you smiled, letting out a little chuckle as you tried to sit up but your legs were not having it and neither were your boyfriends.
They rubbed your thighs as you laid back down, trying to ease the soreness in them. Juyeon kissed your hand lovingly and your heart swelled from all the love you felt for the two.
You had no doubt that they were really the ones you were going to spend your life with.
“Looks like the school newspaper is going to have to wait. Unless you feel like writing on a cum stained desk”, Hyunjae chuckled and you huffed, knowing that that paper was definitely not going to be done by its due date.
— pairings: puppyboy!eric x gender neutral reader.
— tw: nsfw. cursing. humping. cumming in pants (?). male masturbation. guided masturbation. handjob. light bondage. overstimulation. dry orgasm. ahegao. eric is desperate.
— wc:3139.
eric sohn is a handful, but that’s nothing new to those close to him.
a beagle hybrid, he shares multiple traits of his personality with these canines— namely, his fun loving, thrill seeking tendencies, but also his energy and the tenderness with which he treats those dear to him.
you’re no exception to this, of course, you’re more often than not on the receiving end of his constant loving, a tongue that laps at your cheeks as a form of greeting and a tail that wags happily whenever he happens to lay his eyes on you.
but this innocent loving and this happy, merry personality isn’t all that there is to him, isn’t all that he shares with other dogboy hybrids and canines: eric also happens to be, coincidentally, incredibly lustful.
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