#Jacob smut

[byunbun01]

TBZ PROMPTS | 18+ content.

(( hihi ^^ so my friend @oceansuncherry has given me prompts for each member of the boyz and these are the little scenarios that came to mind, please enjoy !! each members content will be tagged accordingly , as i edit this post with each member i'm realizing how out of control i am... ))

 ♡ Explicit, 14k.

 ♡ Reader is gender neutral in every scenario, because in this house we love being delulu and inclusive ^-^

 ♡ All members included.  Sangyeon - “Do you think you can handle it?”

[[ boss /worker, thigh riding, make out, there is alcohol involved ]]

— You’re currently out for drinks with a few of your co-workers, honestly, you didn’t really want to go but you’ve already denied so many invitations that everyone in the office was beginning to think you hated them. It wasn’t that you disliked your co-workers, but you would just rather be curled up on the couch with a glass of wine watching a new drama after dealing with emails and phone calls all day.

“Y/n, you want more?” Sangyeon questions, holding a bottle of soju in his hands.

You slid your hand over the top of your cup, shaking your head, “No, thank you.”

He nods. Setting the bottle back down on the table to bring his freshly poured drink to his mouth. You watch out of the corner of your eyes, watching the way he laughs at the others' jokes and sips his drink. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his long arms and a silver watch on his wrist.

You’ve already had two glasses of peach soju and you’re warming up, feeling your cheeks warm and your thoughts swaying. Sangyeon was so handsome, reminding you of the lead in one of the office dramas that you had been watching recently. It was dangerous, thinking about him this way, he was above you… You were just an intern and he was the one in charge of overlooking your group. He was just so friendly and handsome.

“Ah, it’s getting late,” One of the other interns hummed, their heads swaying as they checked their phones.

Everyone began to excuse themselves one by one… But Sangyeon kept drinking, laughing and chatting with his co-workers. 

“Y/n, are you feeling okay?” Sangyeon questions, tilting his head, “You’ve been so quiet all evening?”

“Oh,” You hum, nodding your head and looking down at your barely touched drink, “Just enjoying myself Mr. Lee.”

He tuts his tongue, “You don’t have to be so formal after work hours.”

“Sorry…” You mumble, almost calling him by his office name again but stopping yourself. You pick up your drink, taking another sip. 

Sangyeon smirks. His eyes drag over you slowly before turning back to one of the older workers. And suddenly it feels like it’s a million degrees in the restaurant. You excuse yourself to the washroom. 

Leaning up against the wall, you touch your cheek, it’s warm to the touch and you exhale…Why did he look at you like that? There was no way you had just imagined all of that, maybe it was best to call it a night and go home as well. You had almost prepared yourself mentally enough to go back out there and excuse yourself when the door opens and Sangyeon appears. He smiles, stepping towards you and suddenly it feels like your heartbeat has multiplied. Why was he so handsome?

“I-I was just about to say my goodbyes,” You stutter, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. You tried to step past him but you were stopped by his hand on your waist. 

You tried to step back, trying to escape him but all you’ve managed to do is back yourself into the wall and he takes the opportunity to lean into you. 

“You’ve stared at me all night,” Sangyeon breathes, “It was so hard to pay attention you know, you look so…” His hands tighten on your waist, leaning into your neck, “Pretty…You’re always trying to steal my attention, hmm?” 

“Mr. Lee,” You gasp, squirming against him. 

Sangyeon grabs your hands, pinning them above your head… Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your heart is throbbing. He smells so good, the mix of soju with his cologne has your head spinning. 

“If you keep calling me that, I’m not going to be able to contain myself,” Sangyeon groans, resting his head on your shoulder, “Do you think you can handle it? ”

You squeeze your thighs together. He’s holding your hands up with only one hand, the other dragging down the front of your chest. Stopping at your waist again, his fingers squeezing as he inhales and exhales. He slots his knee between your thighs. And you let him. Stretching out your neck as his teeth graze your neck, peppering you with kisses. 

“A-Ah, Mr. Lee,” You moan…Squirming your hands, but his grip tightens. Biting down into your neck. 

He tugs you forward by your waist. You gasp at the friction, grinding yourself over his thigh, rocking your hips with the rhythm of his strong hands. His lips against your neck. There was no way you were leaving this bathroom without such a visible mark. 

“You can’t leave a mark,” You pant breathlessly, “They’ll know.” 

“Embarrassed of me, babe?” Sangyeon whispers against your neck…”How about here then.” 

His lips entangle with yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slips into your mouth and you can taste the soju on his tongue. Your own intoxication has your mind spinning, you’re so dizzy you can’t think straight. Grinding yourself on his thigh seeking your own pleasure, lost in the pressure that was pooling between your thighs. 

“So eager,” He coos, kissing down your jaw, his lips pressed against your neck again, “I want to hear you, sweetheart.” 

Sangyeon lets go of your hands, both of his hands now attached to your waist. Squeezing and tugging…You can’t help but moan so pathetically. Falling into Sangyeon, burying your face into his chest, panting and gasping for air. 

“Say my name,” Sangyeon groans, his voice raspy and heavy. 

“Mr. Lee,” You moan, “Sir, I’m going to cum…” 

“Fuck,” Sangyeon exhales, “Cum for me sweetheart.” 

His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing you through your clothes and it’s game over. You gasped and jerked forward, your entire body trembling as you rode out the pleasure that surged between you.

“How are you going to call my name in the office now?” Sangyeon teases, his hands dragging over your thighs. 

You lean back, resting your head against the cold wall... You stare at him, smiling, “I think I’ll be fine, Mr.Lee..” 

He scoffs, biting his lip and nodding, “Touche...Touche..” 

You had never expected this side of him. He was always so sweet and kind in the office, walking in late with donuts and coffee. Always smiling widely and catering to everyone's needs, you would never expect in a million lifetimes he’d have you pinned up against the wall taking what he wanted from you. Jacob - “I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”

 [[ rough sex, nails, spanking, jacob lets out his anger in a healthy manner, minor derogatory names (slut) , jacob manhandling you is so hot wtf ]]

– Your boyfriend Jacob has always enjoyed gaming, spending a lot of his spare time playing matches with his friends. You’ve never minded though, truthfully you found it cute and enjoyed that you could both be in the same room enjoying each other's company while doing the things you enjoy.

You’re currently laying in his bed. Wearing one of his hoodies and no pants, cocooned in his comforter while one of your dramas plays on the screen. Your full focus is on the show, reading the subtitles and lounging in your comfort. But the focus is lost when Jacob groans, frustrated. His fist clenched, clearly, he wanted to hit something but instead, he breathed in and out.

“You good?” You question, reaching for the remote to pause your show.

“Yeah,” He muttered. Reaching for his mouse again, there were a few clicks before he lazily threw his mouse. Leaning back in his gaming chair.

He was silent.

And you knew that internally his mind was a fucking storm right now.

You pulled the blankets off yourself, crawling out of the bed. He looks up at you tilting his head as you crawl into his lap.

“What are you doing?” He questions.

“You’re upset,” You hum, “I want to make it better.”

You place your hands on his shoulders, adjusting yourself so that your knees are a little more comfortable in the chair, straddling Jacob. You arch out your back, sliding a hand down his chest until your hand is now between your own thighs… You brush your fingers over his crotch.

“How are you going to make it better, hmm?” Jacob questions. His hands latch onto your hips, one slipping under your hoodie and pressing into your back.

“Take your anger out on me,” You say sweetly, your smile as you sit back a bit. 

Jacob’s intrigued, chewing on his lip as his eyes drag over you slowly. He slips his hand under the front of your sweater, his fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear… slipping his fingers in and pulling them and letting go, the elastic snaps back against your skin and you gasp.

“Limits?”

You shake your head, “I'll tell you if it’s too much.”

He inhales sharply, slipping his hand under your hoodie and dragging his nails over your stomach, “Fuck, I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”

“Mmm,” You hum, tilting her head back.

He drags his nails down the inside of your thighs. The heat pools on your skin, welts already forming in the wake of his wandering hands. He squeezes your thighs, pinching skin between his hands. He’s silent, touching and feeling you, but it’s so rough… His fingers were laced with rage and turmoil.

“I want you,” He groans, “Get up.”

You do as he says. Climbing off his lap again. He grabs you by the hips pulling you into him. His face pressed into your stomach as he pulled down your underwear, he kissed your thigh, pushing your underwear past your knees. They fall to your ankles and you step out of them. Your hands cradling Jacob’s head, your fingers weaving into his hair. He grabs your ass, squeezing the skin before pulling his hand back.

The slap rings in your ear, and you jerk forward, fisting his hair and tugging his head back. He looks up at you smirking, his tongue prodded into his cheek like some cocky asshole. Fuck, you’re so turned on by this version of him. He slaps your ass again.

Your reaction is exactly what he’s looking for… He slaps your ass again, this time dragging his nails down your thighs. Your squirm, your skin inflamed. But it feels good. His hands are on your hips, pushing you back. He stands up. Towering over you as he pushed you around so effortlessly.

Jacob puts his hand on your neck, pushing down, “If you make a mess, I’ll be upset, baby.”

At first, you were confused until your chest was flush with his keyboard, the led lights were glowing, flashing an aurora of reds and blues…If you messed up anything on his desk, there was probably hundreds of dollars worth of equipment. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re so focused on holding yourself up. It takes you by surprise the way he kicks your feet apart, lining his cock up with your hole. He fucks into you quickly, the stretch takes you by surprise, but it has you moaning. He doesn’t give you any time to gather yourself before his hands are on your hips, fucking into you hard and deep. Your hands are gripping the edge of his desk, trying with everything in your power to not let yourself put your weight down on his keyboard.

He’s fucking into you so roughly that the desk has begun to shake. And your entire world feels like it’s crashing down around you. It’s so deep you feel like you’re going to cum in seconds, his nails digging into your hips.

Jacob is grunting and groaning, letting out a series of fucks and you’re so fucking tight, you can’t help but clench around him. Everything inside of you pulsing and throbbing.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…'“ You moan, “Ugh, harder, fuck me harder please.”

You couldn’t even possibly imagine that he could fuck you harder, but he does. He pulls out slowly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him with one quick movement. Holy fuck. It hurt so good. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. He pushed you back into the desk, slapping your ass a few more times.

“What a good slut, you take me so well..”

He pulls you back into him and your entire body feels numb, you can barely hold yourself up anymore. You feel so dizzy. It was like Jacob was a completely different person. You knew he got mad but you couldn’t even begin to imagine this was how this was going to happen. 

"Cum inside of me,” You moan, so delirious for pleasure.

Jacob fucks into you, his rhythm steady and his hands latched to your hips as he pulls you back into him. You’re moaning with each thrust. You have your head shoved into the bend of your arm, drooling all over the sleeve of your sweater. Panting hard.

“Shit,” Jacob hisses. Pushing himself in as deep as he could and holding himself there.

You can feel him pulsing inside of you and it feels so inexplicably good. You feel so numb and sensitive. You can’t even remember when you came, but you felt exhausted like you had cum over a hundred times…

Jacob stays inside of you. Basking in the afterglow. 

“Holy fuck,” You groan, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your sweater before standing back up. You examine the desk and there is little to no damage, just a few figures had fallen over.

“Thank you,” Jacob hums, grabbing the back of the sweater and stumbling back, you fall into his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your back, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Mmm, I’m good… Are you feeling better?” 

“Yeah, a lot better.”

 Younghoon - “It’s not something that I can easily forget.”

[[ heavy make-out, touching in public, confession, virgin reader, finger fucking, idk why this one is a little soft??? ;u; ]]

– You had almost gotten away with it, almost… 

That night replaying in your head, you still couldn't believe the way that you had kissed Younghoon. You could blame the liquor or the chanting of all of your friends outside of the stupid closet. But it was all so cliché…

7 minutes in heaven. It was a game for kids and yet there you were, the minutes passed by like seconds. Wrapped up in Younghoon with his tongue in your mouth and your back against a cupboard. It was the furthest thing from heaven you had ever known.

But that night was weeks again. And the shame was eating you alive, you were a virgin and yet you were so lost to the temptation that your friend had to drag you out of the closet. Vodka and Cherry whiskey mixed on your tongue. It was so embarrassing. You hoped that Younghoon had forgotten about it… He was the head of the musical arts department. So thankfully running into him on campus was the least of your worries.

You had let your guard down. Going to karaoke with your friends, two drinks in and you were belting out a song with your best friend. You were aware that your friends had invited another group of friends to come and join but you were having fun, dancing around with the mic in your hand.

Everyone was laughing and singing along, the table was full of drinks and snacks. It was a good night. 

When your song ends you turn around to hand off the mic to somebody else, and your stomach drops. Being so absorbed in your musical number that you hadn’t noticed that everyone else had arrived. And Younghoon was sitting across from you, his eyes watching you. 

He looks so handsome today…

One of Younghoon’s friends jumps up, snatching the mic from your hand and you left walking to your spot awkwardly. You sit down next to him, wondering if the tension is so obvious that you’re exposing yourself to the entire room that you haven't been able to stop thinking about Younghoon. It had been weeks but you hadn’t forgotten the way he tasted or the way his hands felt under your shirt. Was it just the desire? Or have you developed a crush on Younghoon?

God. You felt like you could die right now, letting your shame and embarrassment be buried with you. 

“Hey,” Younghoon greets, smiling... “You’re y/n, right?”

"Yeah,” You answer, reaching for your drink off the table and bringing it to your lips, you have to fight yourself from finishing off the glass. The liquor courage was a little too tempting, “Younghoon, right?”

He chuckles, leaning into you a bit with his arms crossed over his chest, “This small talk is a little boring, y/n... Do you know how hard it was to get you alone again?”

“Ah, sorry,” You mutter, not even sure what you’re really apologizing for, “Let’s just forget that happened okay?”

“It’s not something that I can easily forget,” Younghoon breathes, his hand creeping up onto your thigh.

You inhale. Looking down at his hand and back at your friends that were all fixated on the screen of flashing lyrics. There was no one paying attention to you. But you still felt like all eyes were on you… His hands slid further up your thigh and you swear you could see stars, your stomach twisting.

You jump up.

Everyone looks at you and you awkwardly smile, excusing yourself with a quick excuse of needing to use the washroom badly. You stumble out of the dark room, and the second the door opens you’re greeted with cold air that feels nice. Your cheeks are so hot and your heart is racing.

Why the fuck would he touch you like that around all of your friends? What if you had both been caught?

You stumble forward, heading towards the back door that people often used to go for cigarette breaks or to get some fresh air. It could easily get stuffy in a room full of people. You stepped outside and it was exactly what you needed to help calm down but you’ve only just realized that you’ve forgotten your phone inside, tucked away in your purse. You sigh. Pressing your back into the cold wall.

How were you supposed to go back in there? Fuck.

The door opens and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Younghoon step toward you. Because of course he would chase after you and get you alone, and now you had no excuse or reason to get away from him.

“No…No, go away,” You say while shaking your head, you didn’t really mean it. Fuck, you wanted him so badly. And you hated that he had this effect on you. 

“If that’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone.”

He turns to go back inside and you feel yourself begin to panic. You reach out grabbing onto the sleeve of his sweater, stopping him from leaving. He turns around, smirking. You barely have a chance to register what you’ve done as he pushed you up against the wall. His hands are on your hips and you’re squirming and gasping for air. His lips are on your neck, sucking the skin in between his teeth and biting down. His hands are rough and dry, dragging up your soft tummy. You don’t even know when or how his hands had gotten under your shirt so quickly.

“Younghoon,” You gasp, “What if someone sees us…”

“So?” He whispers, “Let them catch us, I’m not ashamed that I like you.”

You feel like you're about to explode. Your heart racing and your mind dissolving into a muddled mess.

“Kiss me,” You beg, “Please…”

And he does. His mouth crashes against yours, the kiss is so deep you’re left panting for air and pulling away in an attempt trying to regather yourself. He’s breathing heavily. Pressing his body weight into you as he pants against your chest.

“I’m a virgin,” You whimper, nervous and beginning to panic.

“That’s okay,” Younghoon nods his head, “I’ll go easy on you.”

He kisses you again. This time his hands are on your neck, holding your face in his hands while his lips meld with yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, swallowing every pliant noise you made. He shoves his hand into our pants, massaging you slowly. You don’t stop him, melting into his touch. Kissing you until he’s satisfied you're ready… Pressing two fingers at your entrance and slipping them inside of you slowly. You mewl so pathetically, your hands clutching into his sweater. He kisses your forehead, praising you for taking him so well. His fingers are pumping in and out of you. You bury your face into his chest, trying to muffle your voice that you can’t seem to control. 

“You’re so tight,” He croons, “Fuck…” 

You moan. Allowing Younghoon to take complete control of you, clenching around his fingers as the pleasure built up until you couldn’t handle it anymore. Trembling as you came, panting into his chest as you tried to gather yourself. So overwhelmed by him.

Younghoon holds you in his arms, praising you sweetly as you come down from your high… You can’t believe you’ve just let him finger you in the back of an alleyway. You barely knew him, but fuck you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better.  Hyunjae - “Is that a challenge?”

[[ car sex, finger fucking, you challenge hyunjae he can't make you cum, guess who cums lolol, freinds to lovers vibes ]]

“I bet you can’t even make me cum,” You chuckle, tossing one of your french fries at him, grabbing another and shoving it into your mouth.

“Is that a challenge?” He cocks his head, “If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask.”

He picks up the fry off his lap and shoves it into his mouth.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink from the cup holder, you take a sip cleansing your palette, “I’m just saying. It’s like impossible, everyone always talks about these mind-blowing orgasms and yeah sex feels good but I’m always so in my fucking head that I can’t cum or something. And if I do, it’s because I had to do it.”

“I’ll do it,” Hyunjae challenges, “If I can’t make you cum, I’ll buy you dinner for a week.”

“Mmm, two weeks,” You smirk.

“Fine, but if I win you have to do anything I want.”

The realization hits, holy fuck you’re going to fuck your best friend? You’ve known Hyunjae most of your life, and you were both so close that it wasn’t even surprising anymore when people would question if you were both a couple. You’ve never thought about him like this… That was a lie, occasionally you would steal a glance or have a question if you liked him. But that was normal…right?

You take another sip of your coke and set it back in the cupholder, “So… uhm now?”

Hyunjae chuckled, “You don’t sound so confident now.”

Scoffing, you set your drink in the cupholder, “Back seat? Or here? I won’t lose to you.”

“Purposely not getting off is against the rules,” Hyunjae groaned, feigning annoyance as he reached for his phone and began to scroll, “Backseat.”

You nod. Opening up the passenger side down and climbing into the backseat. The spot that Hyunjae parked to eat was always abandoned so worrying about someone seeing you both wasn’t a thought in your mind. You feel a little anxious as you wait for him to climb into the backseat with you.

Hyunjae puts on a playlist that’s familiar to you, it’s one you both made together combining your favourite songs before he gets out of the driver’s seat and opens up the back door. You adjust yourself, leaning up against the door, your head against the cold window. He kneels onto the seat, closing the door before he crawls between your legs.

“Limits?” Hyunjae questioned, resting his hand on the top of your thigh.

You shake your head. Your stomach all of a sudden doing flips as his hand dragged up your thighs slowly. This is really happening… Holy fuck. This was really happening.

His hands drag up your thighs. You’re both silent, Hyunjae grabs the waistband of your pants, dragging them down while you lift your hips. He pulls your pants down to your ankles. He’s so gentle with you. You bite your lip as his hands grip your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart.

You watch him, taking in the way his expression changes… The way his eyes stare at you like he’s going to consume you. You’ve never seen this side of him before. He lowers his head, kissing in between your thighs, he looks up at you as his hand begins to massage you. You gasp, tilting your head back and looking away.

It’s teasing the way he touches you so slowly. It’s driving you insane.

“Hyunjae…” You whine. Reaching out to weave your fingers in your hair.

“You’re so pretty,” He coos, placing a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, “Be good for me, hmm?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, your fingers tightening in his hair and tugging.

He chuckles, brushing his hand over your hole. Circling it with two fingers, it has you jerking forward. He pulled back his hand long enough to spit onto his fingers. Smearing the spit at your entrance and pushing in. Sinking his fingers in knuckle-deep. You can’t help but gasp.

“So tight,” Hyunjae breathes, pulling his fingers back out and in, slowly.

You can feel them inside of you and you can't help but clench around his fingers. He smirks, lifting his head to watch the pleasure on your face. He pumps his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, quick jabs that make you moan. It sounds so needy and fake the way his fingers have you biting at your lip in an attempt to stop your noises from being so loud.

Why was Hyunjae having this effect on you?

Normally you were always so in your head, but right now with each stroke of his fingers, you can feel yourself slipping, succumbing to the pleasure that pooled between your thighs.

“Fuck me,” You whimper, “God. I want your cock, please.”

Hyunjae tilts his head, looking at you with excitement in his eyes. He sits back, undoing his pants to pull out his cock. God, you hate the way your mouth waters staring at his cock. He strokes it a few times and it has your thighs trembling with desperation.

“Lay down a bit,” Hyunjae says, “You might hit your head.”

You nod, lowering yourself on the seat until your head is flush with the seat. The anticipation is killing you, the way he crawls in between your thighs, one hand on his cock and the other holding your leg up. He presses his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes forward.

The stretch has your lips parting, it feels so much better than his fingers, so deep and pressing against your walls in all the right places. You feel dizzy, your cheeks burning up. It’s like heatstroke. He falls forward, his chest against yours, he puts a hand above your head, cradling you as he begins to fuck into you, each thrust harder and deeper. You have your eyes closed, allowing the waves of pleasure to take over.

You think about how his arm is above your head, protecting you from hitting your head against the door with each thrust and it’s game over. Clenching around him. Panting and gasping for air, your heart racing.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Hyunjae moans, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips against your neck.

“Shut up,” You whimper, it sounds so pathetic on the verge of tears from how good it felt, you just wanted him to be quiet, to stop having this effect on you.

“You sound so pretty.”

Hyunjae moans in your ears, it’s so fucking hot. Your stomach twists and your thighs tremble. It’s so hot and sweaty, he’s suffocating you with his body weight on top of you. Fucking into at the right angle, you whimper, your entire body trembling as you cum.

“Fuck…Fuck…” You hiss as he continues to thrust inside of you.

Your hands are on his back, your fingers clutching his sweater tightly trying to ground yourself as he continues to milk out your pleasure with each thrust, you can’t take it anymore, squirming with each stroke from how sensitive you feel. You feel like you’re seeing stars, your eyes fluttering with each pulse.

“I’m gonna cum,” He moans, trying to pull himself out.

But you grab him, wrapping your leg around his hips and holding him in place, tightening around his pulsing cock. You can feel cum inside of you and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt, you feel like you’ve cum again. Everything is throbbing and your heart is racing like you just ran a fucking marathon.

“Shit,” You groan, only just realizing what you’ve done… Letting the heat of the moment get to you, your thighs trembling.

“Ugh,” Hyunjae mumbles, trying to lift himself up, he looks at you with apologetic eyes even though you were the one who had held him captive, “I tried to pull out.”

You grab his face and lift your head, kissing him. You kiss him until you can’t breathe, throwing your head back into the seat, “Guess, you won.”

Juyeon - “Are you sure you can handle me?”

[[ college au, sub juyeon,  enemies to lover type of vibe, heavy make-out, pet names ( kitten ), hand-job, you find out juyeon’s weakness, aftercare ]]

 – You don’t know exactly how it happened, but here you were in the bedroom of your enemy… The guy who has always placed first in everything, always making you come second. He looks tense reading through the textbook, fidgeting with the pen in his hand. 

“I can feel you staring,” Juyeon groans, setting his book on the table and glaring up at you, “What?”

“It’s just weird,” You lean forward into the table, smiling, “I just assumed you were some kind of android but your room is actually normal, and look no charging station.” 

“Ha…So funny,” Juyeon shakes his head, “This project is worth 30% of our grade, so can you please focus.” 

“We’ve been working for hours already… I’m hungry.” 

Juyeon rolls his eyes, “Fine. We can take a break but we have to at least get an outline done tonight, so if you want to be stuck here with me longer be my guest.” He gets up from the small table in his room and grabs his phone that’s on his bed, “I’ve got ramen or we can order something.” 

“Ramen,” You hum, standing up and stretching your arms above your head. You moan at the stretch, it felt so good after sitting cramped up at the table for the last three hours. But Juyeon glances up at you and he looked flustered. 

God, he was so weird. 

He cooked the ramen while you walked around the living room, snickering at the family photos on the walls, he looked like such a dork as a child. He’s silent. Back turned to you as he mixes in the seasoning packets. 

It smells so good, your mouth begins to water as your nose carries you to the smell. You lean your head into the stove, looking at the bubbling pot of ramen that smelled so spicy and delicious. Ugh, it was going to taste so good. 

“You might get burned.”

“Aweh, you're worried about me,” You tease, bumping your shoulder into his playfully

He jumps back a bit, looking at you with those same terrified eyes from earlier but this time you take offence. You barely even touched him and yet he was acting like you were some disease. God, he’s always been so full of himself, constantly acting like he’s better than everyone just because he’s handsome and smart.

“Jeez, don’t have to get your panties in a twist, I was just joking,” You scoff, your lip curling as you tut your tongue to signify your distaste for you, “I know you don’t like me, but we have to work on this project multiple times a week, so can we at least be friends?”

“I don’t,” Juyeon shook his head, “I don’t dislike you.”

“Could have fooled me,” You say, leaning back into the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.

Juyeon turned off the stovetop and lifted the pot, setting it down on a coaster on the counter, pulling open a drawer and grabbing out a second pair of chopsticks and holding them out to you. You grumble, stepping forward and taking them. You both stand in silence eating the ramen out of the pot. It was as delicious as it smelled, and the spice was at the perfect level. But after a few bites, Juyeon puts his chopsticks down on the counter.

“I’m gonna go continue reading, clean up when you’re done.”

You don’t get a word in before he’s gone, you’re too hungry to mind, gobbling down the food and rinsing the pot out in the sink. When you head back to the room, it’s obvious how pink Juyeon’s cheeks have turned and his lips are red.

“You don’t like spicy food, do you?” You question, sitting down at the table.

He shakes his head.

“Then why did you let me pick that one?”

“You wanted it,” He shrugs, staring down at the textbook in his lap. 

You notice it’s lower than usual, sprawled out over his lap like he’s trying to hide something and the pieces are starting to make sense… No, there was no way…

“Juyeon… Are you okay?” You coo.

“What,” He looks up at you, his eyes wide, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”

You crawl towards him and you can watch the way his expression falters and it’s so painfully clear. You snatch the book out of his lap and you gasp at what he’s been hiding. He’s turned on, sweats tented and his cheeks flush a deeper pink. You toss the book onto the table and he begins to stumble on his words.

“It’s not what it looks like,” He whimpers, “It just happened, I promise.”

“Aweh, It’s not from me,” You pout, feigning innocence as you reach out, brushing your fingers over his swollen cock through his sweat.

He moans and you stare up at him. There has never been a time in your life when you could beat Juyeon, he was always smarter and stronger in every competition. But right now it looked like he was about to cry just at your touching his cock. And it was a good feeling…

“I can help you,” You offer, leaning forward and lowering your face closer to his crotch, “Do you want that?” You look up at him through your lashes and he’s squirming, “I can take care of you, baby.”

“P-please,” He whines, "Are you sure you can handle me?"

You apply pressure, circling your palm over his bulge, resting your head in his lap as you look up at him. Watching his expression, watching as he falls apart and it brings a smile to your face.

“Feel good?” You ask, reaching for the string of his sweatpants and pulling on it until it comes undone.

You pull down his sweats enough that his cock is now resting against his shirt, it’s so swollen and red.

“You poor thing,” You gasp, curling your fingers around his length, “Let me kiss it better.”

You’ve barely begun to stroke him and he’s already squirming around, his lips parting and moaning so sweetly. He’s such a fucking wreck already.

“Call me your kitten.”

You perk up, running your tongue over the slit in his cock. You kiss the tip softly, before looking at him.

“You’re such a pretty kitten. So eager and well behaved…”

You lick the inside of your palm and use it to circle the tip of his cock, massaging him while you stroke his length. You sit up, your eyes washing over him. Watching the way he jerks, his entire body trembling while he’s panting hard.

“Are you going to cum, kitten?”

You can’t believe the effect such a nickname has on him, throwing his head back as his cock pulsed in your hand. You continue to massage him, using his cum as lubricant until he’s whining and begging for you to stop.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Juyeon says sadly, You've only just noticed that he’s been crying.

“It’s our little secret,” You promise him, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You head to the kitchen, searching around for a bowl and cloth. You fill it with warm water and return to his room. And he hasn’t moved an inch, he’s just staring at you like some lost puppy. You kneel in front of him, squeezing out the excess water and cleaning up the mess you’ve made.

“All better,” You smile, tilting your head, “Wanna finish our outline? I’ll order some takeout.”

He nods slowly. But you still don’t feel like you’ve done enough. You set the bowl of water aside and fall into him. Nuzzling your head into his chest. You can hear the way his heart is racing, you lift your head and kiss his cheek quickly.

“You were so good,” You praise, ruffling his hair and smiling brightly.

It seems to do the trick. He smiles brightly, “You don’t think I’m weird?”

You shake your head, “Is it weird that I liked being in control?”

Juyeon shook his head.

“Good, we agree on something for once,” You smile, pinching his cheek and cooing before you sit up again, “Okay, back to studying. As much as round two could be fun, I don’t want to be here all night.”

Kevin - “I don’t like to be ignored.”

[[ hard dom, hickeys/love bites, brat tamer, orgasm denial, punishment, spanking, manhandling, aftercare ]]

“Babe,” Kevin calls you from the kitchen.

You groan, clicking your mouse trying to focus on your game. You’ll answer him in just a minute, you continue clicking. Your entire team is in a raid and you can’t exactly pause. Minutes later and you’ve completely forgotten that your boyfriend has even called.

You’re sitting in your game chair, one knee tucked to your chest and you’re leaned forward, so fixated on the screen that you didn't notice that Kevin had come into your office. He watched for a while, arms crossed over his chest. Pondering what he should do to teach you a lesson.

Because truthfully. You knew he was preparing dinner and you were instructed to not play a round until after you had eaten. So, you were in the wrong. Just as you were about to beat the boss, your world began to spin, physically. You had no choice but to let go of the mouse but it didn’t stop you from trying to turn the chair back around. But Kevin overpowered you and he didn’t look happy.

“What the fuck,” You groan, trying to look back at the computer.

Kevin simpers. Reaching over and pressing the power button.

Your jaw drops… Typical gamer rage immediately took over as you began to cuss him out, you reached out trying to hit your fists into his chest. But he grabs your wrists and pins them onto the arms of the chair.

“You done?” He questions, his eyes dragging over you.

“I was coming,” You huff, glaring up at him.

“I don’t like to be ignored,” Kevin breathes… His grip tightens around your wrists, “And most importantly, I don’t like to be ignored over a video game you were told not to play yet.”

“It was just one round,” You pout, and your demeanour softens. Batting your eyelashes playfully, “I’m sorry…”

“Nice try,” Kevin coos, leaning in and biting down into your neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth. Making sure that he’d leave a mark.

It takes you by surprise, the sudden burn of his teeth sinking into your neck. It’s so hot and wet, the pain radiating down into your chest. You whine, squirming around in the chair but there is no way you’re going to escape your punishment.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, squeezing your thighs together as he kisses up your neck.

“I’m going to teach you some manners, and since you didn’t come when you were called you won’t be allowed to cum tonight, you hear me? Use that naughty mouth of yours to tell me when you’re close”

“No-no,” You gasp, trying to get away from him, “I promise, I’ll behave.” If behaving was that easy, you wouldn't be in this situation. 

“Too late, sweetheart,” Kevin simpers, caressing your cheek sweetly before he grabs you by the hair, dragging you out of the chair and up against the wall.

— 

Kevin grabs the back of your thigh, lifting and guiding his cock to your entrance so effortlessly, he fucks into you, his hips flush with your ass in seconds. His cock reaches so deep it has you seeing stars. You can’t take it anymore.

You feel like you’re going to pass out, so exhausted from nearly coming multiple times already, he knows your body well, and he knows when you’re about to come. Even before you can whimper that you’re close. He’s already pulling away. You’ve almost come at least a dozen times already, and he’s still going. Fucking you in every position. Your body was littered with red marks. 

Between your legs was so numb, swollen and dripping in your pleasure.

“Aweh, are you going to cum sweetheart?” He simpers.

Fuck. He was so hot.

His bangs were pushed back, sweat forming on his hairline… His muscles were so defined, abs slicked in sweat. He gives one more thrust before he’s pulling out again and dropping your leg. 

You can’t help but crumble to the floor.

Your thighs are trembling, unable to hold yourself up and you can’t stop panting. You squeeze your thighs together but you’re immediately scolded. 

“I-I can’t,” You whimper, falling forward and shoving your hands between your thighs to touch yourself.

Kevin tuts, “Still breaking rules? Guess you haven’t learned any manners yet.” He sinks his hands into your hair, tugging you back… You stare up at him with pleading eyes as his hand connects with your cheek. He simpers. 

You’re left whimpering as you raise your hands in the air and begin to cry harder. The tears are so hot as they stream down your face and bead down your chest. You began to blubber out apologies. You feel dizzy and hot and you can’t help but gasp for air between each sob.

“There you go,” Kevin smiles, crouching down to caress your cheek sweetly. His thumb wipes away the tears, “Are you going to behave?”

You nod your head. Desperate to please him… to prove that you can really behave.

He kisses you so roughly. Lips mashing together in such unmatched tempo, his tongue running over your lip before he’s pulling away again. You stretch out your neck, whining at his absence.

“We’ll end here then,” Kevin says while standing up, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

He goes to step away but you reach out for him, grabbing onto his thigh and clinging to him like a lost child. You couldn’t bear to be left alone, you needed him.

“More,” You whimper, looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“So broken and mindless,” Kevin coos, petting your head sweetly, “Such a pretty cock whore for me...”

You’re so fucking broken, a crumpling mess as he picks you off the ground and tosses you into your gaming chair. You’re blubbering incoherent words as he pushes his cock back inside of you. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back into him like you’re some toy for his pleasure. 

“You’re so tight,” He breathes sharply, hissing at the way you squeeze around his cock. 

With each thrust, you can feel yourself about to explode… You’re so sensitive, trying to pull away but you’re no match to his strength. Hips burning from the welts forming under his nails as he holds onto you tightly, pulling your ass back into him. Slamming his hips forward at the same time.

You’re going to come.

You can’t tell him.

Everything is moving so fast. Cuming on his cock, your insides constricting and swallowing his cock deep inside of you. You begin to tremble and shake, screaming into the chair as you finally cum and it’s too much. He cums with you. Pulsing back and forth as he cums deep inside of you.

He grabs your ass, exhaling. You both just sit there panting, trying to catch your breath.

You couldn’t form a cohesive thought if your life depended on it.

“The ramen is probably gross by now,” Kevin sighs, running his hand over your back, “It’s not too late, if we shower quickly we could go for a drive and get fast food.”

You hum, sitting up slowly. His hands are on your waist, helping you get up from the chair and he continues to support you all the way to the bathroom.

“I want a milkshake,” You pout, leaning into the wall as he gets the shower ready.

He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. Kevin kisses your forehead sweetly, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your heart swelled. Stomach fluttering as your mind replayed the last hour or torture you had just endured… Kevin was so hot. The way he could take charge and fuck you senseless, but in the next breath he was praising and spoiling you, always giving in to you. And that’s why you were always going to be his perfect brat. New - “Don’t underestimate me.”

[[ humiliation ( he catches you touching yourself), lots of derogatory terms, looks innocent but is fucking mean and hot , rough sex ]]

Sharing an apartment with Chanhee was exhausting. The nights were always filled with loud moans echoing through the walls, sometimes it was so hard to not touch yourself to them… So hard to not close your eyes and let your imagination run wild. Which always left things awkward while you were getting ready for classes in the morning, with him sitting at the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal like he wasn’t up all night. You were beginning to question if he was a vampire that never slept and had ungodly stamina… You two didn’t talk much. Chanhee was rarely home and when he was there was usually someone occupying his attention.

So you don’t think much about it when you come home, kicking your shoes off and rushing to your room. 

You’ve been horny all day, squirming and throbbing between your legs for most of your last class. And you don’t know why, everything was just turning you on and you needed to touch yourself now. Your mind was only fixated on the need to touch yourself that you just fell into your bed, face shoved into the blankets as you reach between your thighs, slipping your hand into your pants and massaging yourself.

Suffocating in your moans, you’re so close… All the pent-up frustration was finally about to be released after so long.

“Cute,” Chanhee coos, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, “I thought I heard you…”

Your stomach drops. 

“Get out,” You whimper, pulling your hand from your pants and dying mentally in your bed. You don’t even want to look at him, the shame taking over. 

“You put on a show like some desperate whore and then tell me to get out?” Chanhee scoffs, “You’ve turned me on, now how are you going to fix it?” 

You sit up, grabbing one of your pillows and throwing it at him, “I’m not a whore! It’s not my fault you moan so fucking loud all fucking night, it’s all I can think about!” 

He catches the pillow, his eyes darkening as he steps toward you. You never thought someone so pretty could look so terrifying… You're frozen, like a deer in headlights. Just watching as he sets the pillow back on your bed. 

“So, you think of me?” He questions, simpering. 

Of course, that’s all he would hear out of that sentence, what a psycho… 

“Ugh, get out,” You groan. Ready to die from your embarrassment, if only you had just closed the door you wouldn't be in this situation. 

“Make me,” Chanhee challenges. 

You scoff, getting up defensively to push him out but you’re overpowered in an instant, thrown back into the bed and Chanhee is crawling on top of you. And he’s staring at you with such ravenous eyes. You squirm. He grabs the hand that you just had in between your thighs, bringing it up to his lips. You can’t help but watch, helplessly pinned to the mattress. He smirks, guiding your fingers into your mouth. 

“Chanhee,” You whisper…  

Your stomach twists into knots as he sucks on your fingers, tasting you. He removes your fingers from his mouth and guides your hand to his crotch. Pressing your hand down into his bulge. 

“I’m so turned on,” Chanhee hums, “Watching you touch yourself so carelessly, so desperate– fuck, you looked so hot…” 

He has you completely wrapped around his finger… And he felt big, like really big. Fuck, you wanted to be fucked so bad. Who cares if he was your roommate. 

“Fuck me,” You whimper, massaging your hand into his cock… You feel good, your mind looping on the fact that this was all because of you... 

“Don’t underestimate me,” Chanhee breathes, diving forward and crashing his lips against yours. 

The kiss is deep and messy like Chanhee is trying to devour you. You can’t keep up. You’re both messily stripping off your clothes. Tumbling and rolling on the bed, kissing each other so desperately. It feels unreal when he’s between his thighs, stroking his cock before he lines up with your entrance. 

You’re fucking mewling for him, begging for him to just fuck you already but he just keeps teasing you, running the head of his cock in between your thighs and laughing at your desperation. 

Chanhee always looked so innocent in your eyes, beyond having the sex drive of a rabbit, he seemed so gentle. But in reality, he was so mean and devious. Tearing you apart piece by piece and taking what he wanted. Until finally his cock was inside of you, stretching you open until you were begging him to slow down. 

He was so big, there was no way you could take all of him... You were already so full and he was staring at you with these eyes that made your heart race. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, his cock penetrated deeper than you’ve ever taken before. You lift your head, gasping and trying to claw onto his shoulder. 

But he’s laughing and cooing at you. 

You throw your head back into the mattress, moaning and panting as he fucks into you. Slamming his cock so deep with every thrust. 

It hurts so good. 

On the verge of tears, he dives in again. His lips melding with yours and devouring your noises until he’s pulling back again. Grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over like some weightless doll, you’re on your stomach. Your face shoved into the mattress and his hands are on your waist, forcing your ass in the air as he pushed his cock into you again. 

The sound of slapping skin and moans fill the room. Your spine aches as he pins you into the mattress, all of his weight pushing you down. Every thrust has you going numb, your insides finally getting used to Chanhee’s length and you're chasing your high. The steady rhythm builds up, and your drooling into your bedsheets. 

You’re clutching the sheets and you're trying to push back your hips, so desperate for him.

“Such a perfect cock slut,” Chanhee teases, holding his cock deep inside of you as he reaches for your hair, pulling your head up, “Look at me.” 

You turn your head and he shoves his thumb in your mouth, holding you, forcing you to watch as he fucks into you. He tips his head back, groaning so roughly… His chest is slicked in sweat and you cum on the spot. Unable to hold back as you clench around him, trembling as he continues to fuck into you. 

You’re so swollen and sensitive, but he continues. Ungodly stamina was an understatement with the way that he didn’t seem to slow down, thrusting in and out of you until he was falling into you. Kissing your shoulder blades as he cums inside of you. 

“So good,” He praises. Both of his hands are on your shoulders as he kisses your spine. 

Every inch of your body aches, but the soft sensation of his lips kissing you so sweetly has you melting into the mattress like putty. So exhausted that sleep was all you could think about, so blissed out and content. Chanhee seems to have the same thought. Falling into the space beside you, draping his arm over your back. 

“You’re never getting rid of me,” Chanhee whispers, tugging you into him. 

“Shut up,” You grumble, wigging back into him before drifting off to sleep. 

What have you gotten yourself into… Q - “Wait until I get home…”

[[ riding, power bottom reader, you send nudes while he's in an important work meeting ]]

You stared at the text that flashed on your screen, you were giddy thinking about the damage you must have caused while Changmin was in his meeting this afternoon. It wasn’t your fault that you were home alone on your day off, after all, he had promised he would be home today. 

But of course, there was always some kind of surprise meeting. 

You were a little upset, so you did what you knew best. You played dirty… Pulling out some of your best clothes and dressing up for the camera, taking a good collection of sensual photos. In one of them you’re wearing one of Changmin’s favourite dress shirts, the unbuttons undone and exposing your skin so tastefully. 

You send them all one by one… Watching as the delivered mark changed to read. He ignored you. You had expected that, but you still pout and continue to send more. Sending them all one by one slowly, watching as the text bubble appears and disappears. 

Darling: Just wait until I get home... 

It has you completely riled up, dancing around the house with your favourite music playing softly in the background. You can see it now, him walking through the door with those lustful eyes. You’re about to get the attention you deserve. You’re still wearing his dress shirt and a pair of black underwear, the contrast of black and white had you feeling so pretty as you danced in the mirror freshening yourself up.

You hear the beeping at the door. Your heart begins to race as you step out of the bathroom and watch Changmin walk through the door, dropping his briefcase onto the floor and tugging at his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. His eyes meet yours.

“Darling,” You coo happily, walking towards the entryway. 

He shakes his head, his eyes darkening as they wash over you, he sighs… “You think you’re funny, huh?” 

You pretend to ponder the thought, smiling, “Kind of.” 

“I tried to ignore my phone, but you see someone just kept texting over and over, completely bypassing my do not disturb setting. The CEO of the company we're trying to work with urged that we pause so I could check my phone because it must be important…” Changmin explains while unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up, "Do you even understand what you did?"

"Did you like it?”

He growls, frustrated as he pushes you up against the wall. His nose shoved into your neck as he breathes you in. Hands-on your hips as he lets his desires take over, turning him into the hungry animal that you wanted; that you deserved.

His cock was already hard, rubbing against your leg.

Changmin grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, draping your arms over his shoulders. He pressed his full weight up against you, pinning you into the wall. He kisses you softly, teasingly flicking his tongue over your lips. He kisses down your neck, playfully nipping and biting your collarbone before he exhales.

“Wanna ride you,” You coo so innocently, like some love-sick dove calling for your mate.

Changmin carries you to the bedroom while you giggle, your hands weaving into his hair, your lips against his sensitive neck. One minute you’re on top of the world and the next you’re falling, landing into the pile of blankets and you feel your stomach drop. Changmin crawls over you slowly. A hand on your hip and the other sliding against your stomach.

You reach for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as fast as you can and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He sits back taking it off the rest of the way before he’s falling back into you, his hungry lips on yours again. This time the kiss is deeper and suffocating. Your hands are on his belt, blindly pulling at the leather strap until it comes undone.

“So needy,” Changmin groans. Sitting back on his knees, he begins to tug your underwear past your hips and down your thighs until he’s tossing them to the floor.

You sit up, pushing him back onto the bed and crawl into his lap. You reach in between your thighs, grabbing onto his cock and guiding yourself down onto it. You’re impatient and demanding. He groans, jaw tightening as you drop yourself. Taking all of him, you moan, circling your hips and leaning forward. You kiss him, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you lift and drop your hips. 

It feels so good, taking control and using his cock to fuck yourself the way you want. 

Changmin has his hands on your waist holding onto you as you sit up, putting both of your hands onto his chest to stabilize yourself as you ride him. Rocking your hips back and forth, lifting and dropping… 

“You feel so good,” You whine, “So big and thick..” You feel yourself tighten at your own words, throwing your head back, “So fucking hot inside of me.” 

Changmin has his hands on your hips, holding you in place and fucking into you until he’s panting and gasping for air. His stomach tightens as he throws his head back. His nails digging into your hips.

“Ugh, fuck… fuck…” 

You can feel the way he pulses inside of you, his cock twitching and filling you as you continue to ride him. Rocking your hips as the pleasure builds and builds until you’re on the verge of coming and Changmin can’t stop trembling, overstimulating as you continue to ride him until you’ve finished. Your thighs squeeze his hips as you fall into his chest. 

You cum.  

And it feels just as good as you had hoped, pulsing at every movement. Panting hard into Changmins chest. He wraps his arms around you and you both stay like that for a while. 

“You’re such a brat,” Changmin sighs, rubbing your back. 

“You love it,” You hum. Basking in his warmth with your cheek pressed against his chest. Haknyeon - “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

[[ ceo/intern au, submission, soft dom, marking/hickeys, bondage/rope, neck kisses, finger fucking, subspace , lots of praise ]]

You’re nervous.

And understandably so considering your boss has just finished tying your arms behind your back with the blue jute rope that you had picked out a few nights ago when you had first discussed the deal together. And you’re beginning to feel the effects as he sits in the chair across from you. 

You loved your work, loved the company and your boss. He was such a sweet and gentle person, you would do anything for him. In your worst, he was always there cheering you on and though he had his moments of being stern, he was a caring person that wanted his team to thrive. 

In every way, you owed your life to him because you were finally living the dream and waking up every morning with a reason, a purpose. You would do anything for him. 

So, when you found out how stressed he was it was only natural that you asked your therapist during one of your sessions about a hypothetical way to help somebody's stress. She listed many things. And you tried a few of them, bringing him herbal teas and offering to work overtime to help with keeping him company late into the evenings. But the bags under his eyes only grew darker and darker from the lack of sleep. 

Haknyeon had choked on his coffee when you had first offered to be his submissive. Staining his dress shirt as he jumped forward in his seat. He got up and closed the office door, staring at you with such utter disbelief that you had even just suggested a thing. You begged, explaining a few of the things you had read and he seemed to listen. Nodding his head with his arms crossed over his chest, leaned up against his desk. 

That day would always be imprinted in your mind. The day your boss said yes to becoming your dominant and the day you realized you were a little more than just thankful for him. 

And now here you are. Heart racing and you know deep down this is more than just some office crush, more than just your admiration for him. You watch as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows. 

“Safe word?” Haknyeon said, leaning forward into the hand on his thigh.

“Ocean.”

“Good. I’m going to touch you now but the second you say the safe word everything will stop, okay.” 

“Okay…” You pause for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, “Master.”

Haknyeon stands up, stepping towards you and you can feel the butterflies… The way his shoes click on the floor and the scent of clean linen and sandalwood burning from the candles on the table. The scene is set. 

Ready…3…2…1…

Action.

Haknyeon tilts your chin up, his eyes washing over your exposed body so slowly it has your heart racing, feeling insecure as he takes in every inch of your skin. You try to look away but he tuts softly, turning your head more to look up at him. 

You watch as his demeanour completely changes, the softness in his eyes exchanged with this look that makes you feel so small and uneasy. He looked like a completely different person, eye-fucking you as his hand lowers, tickling your skin as crouched down in front of you. 

Two fingers trailing down your stomach and down the curve of your hips, his eyes following the hand that is now between your thighs.

“I wanna kiss you,” Haknyeon whispers, “Everywhere…”

He leans in, kissing your shoulder softly… His lips tag you with invisible marks until he’s made his way to your neck. He slips his hand between your thighs, massaging you and sinking his teeth into your neck at the same time.

You gasp.

Your vision blurs as you blink slowly, your head spinning as you slip further and further out of control. He continues to bite at your neck, sucking and kissing until it’s so tender you swear you have to be bleeding by now. He pulls back. His attention was now directed to your thighs once more as he spread your legs apart, enjoying the view as he touched you so teasingly. His fingers slicked with your pleasure. 

Haknyeon's shoulders slump, exhaling. He’s falling into the role easier than he thought, touching you so slowly and basking in the moment of worshipping you slowly. His lips meet your skin again, kissing along your chest as he slips two fingers inside of you. Pumping them in and out so slowly, listening to the way your breathing has changed, the way your chest rises and falls with the push of his fingers. 

“You’re so pretty,” He praises. He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. 

The kiss is so soft at first, deepening gradually as he swallows down every soft whimper and moan you make until you’re trembling so hard, squirming and trying to close your legs to escape his touch. 

“I want to fuck you…” Haknyeon says, and it almost sounds like he’s begging for your approval, like he’s so desperate and unable to stop himself, “On your knees.” 

You do as he says, tucking your legs underneath you and getting into a kneeling position. He helps support you with your arms tied behind your back. He gets behind you and you can hear his belt being undone and you’re already squeezing your thighs together. 

Haknyeon was going to fuck you. 

Your boss was going to fuck you… On the floor of his living room, with your arms tied behind your back… You felt like you were floating, barely comprehending the way he pushed you forward, your chest pressed against the floor and your ass presented in the air. Your eyes roll as he pushes himself inside of you, stretching you open, taking him inch by inch. It feels like it’s never-ending. He feels so warm, pulsing inside of you… 

Haknyeon takes your hand and you grab onto his tightly, grounding yourself as he begins to move in a slow push and pull. Basking in the way you feel around his cock, so warm and tight. He tips his head back groaning. 

The roughness in his voice has you seeing stars... Eyes closed as you let the waves of pleasure wash over you. Moaning and crying as he fucked into you, pulling you under the current of his lust. You’re so blissed out. 

“So tight,” He praises, “You’re doing so well, so perfect, just for me.” 

The praise loops in your mind. 

So good…So perfect…

Drool dripping from your lips, glossy and swollen…Your cheek is wet. And you feel so overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure takes over. The final wave pulls you under and holds you hostage, as you whimper into the floor. Crying out for Haknyeon so sweetly. 

He answers your call, praising you… Telling you how beautiful you are, how sweet and perfect… Made just for him. Time escapes you, unable to keep track of how long Haknyeon fucks you, pulling you into his lap and fucking you from this angle. He’s surprised how gone you are, drooling and moaning, barely able to hold yourself up. 

It’s exactly what Haknyeon needed. All of the stress washes away with each sweet moan you sing into his ear. 

He holds you close to him as he cums, his body melting into yours, panting and breathing heavily. Until he’s untying your arms and picking you up. He carries you to the bedroom, wiping your body with a warm cloth before he crawls into the bed with you. Holding you against his chest and you both fall asleep. 

Haknyeon sleeps through the night, and it’s the first time in months that he’s woken up to the sun and not the usual late-night darkness. Your head is on his chest and you're holding his waist… You were his insomnia cure. Sunwoo - “Now that I got your attention…”

[[ cliché brothers bestfriend, minor violence ( he protects you ), he's so soft and hot ngl, like hear me out sunwoo would be the ultimate simp and this just fits him so well ]]

It’s not that you haven’t noticed his attempts, it’s that you had dodged them so well that he must have thought you didn’t notice. His efforts were only getting more and more drastic and bold. 

But Sunwoo was your brother's best friend, they had been friends most of your life and you weren’t about to get involved in that kind of a mess. 

Of course, that’s until Sunwoo has a guy that has been pestering you all night by the collar and he’s punching him hard. Until he lets go and the guy topples to the floor. Everyone is watching silently, all confused and curious. But you…Fuck, that was so hot. 

“Fucking creep,” Sunwoo spits, his cheeks are red and you can tell that he’s holding himself back, “Think of this pain every time you get the urge to be a fucking perv.” And he kicks the guy right in the crotch. 

The guy lurches forward, holding his cock in his hand. Whimpering and whining on the ground, his face bloody and already bruising. Sunwoo’s lip curls in disgust as he turns around and grabs you by the arm roughly. You’re silent as he drags you away from the party and towards his car. 

“What are you doing?” You finally question as you get into the passenger seat. 

“I’m taking you home,” Sunwoo says as he turns the ignition, “I don’t trust you alone. Why are you even at a party like this?”

You smile nervously, “Well. It was my friend's idea and I’m supposed to be staying at her place tonight, so I kind of told my brother that I was staying with her… But we planned on staying out all night, but uhm she kind of left with a dude.” 

“Are you kidding me, y/n”?” Sunwoo scoffs. “You’re an adult already, why are you lying?”

“You know how my brother is,” You whine, “I don’t get why he always has to be so goddamn protective all the time, it’s normal to be adventurous in college.” 

Sunwoo sighs, “You can stay at my place and I’ll keep your secret. And y/n?”

“Mmm?” 

“Get better friends.” 

You scoff, “Like that’s possible. Can we get food?” 

The drive is the most fun you’ve had in a while, listening to Sunwoo’s loud music while you fill your face with fries. Watching the blur of streetlights and light rain that pelts the windshield while you drive back to the apartment. 

At a stop light, you notice how bloody Sunwoo’s knuckles are and for some reason it has you squirming in your seat… Has Sunwoo always been this attractive?

He catches you staring and you can’t look away, staring at him like it’s the first time you were really seeing him. The lights flash green and he pulls his eyes away to go and you watch the way he drives, it’s so ridiculously attractive and it was driving you insane. 

You flop down onto his bed, moaning at how squishy and comfortable it is. 

“Your apartment is nice,” You say, sitting up and looking around his room. It’s not what you were expecting at all. 

Sunwoo is standing across the room staring at you and you start to feel a little awkward under his stare. 

You knew he liked you and he was always making passes behind your brother's back so you could only imagine what he was thinking right now. Most of all…You were going insane because you knew he would do anything for you. And there was too much power in knowing that if you asked him to fuck you, he’d been across the room in a second to touch you. 

The thought gives you butterflies and you look down at the bed. 

“Does your hand hurt?” 

“A little,” Sunwoo confesses, looking down at his bruising knuckles, “I’m sorry if that was a lot. I just saw the look on your face as he touched you and I lost it.” 

“No-no,” You shake your head, “It was… uhm really cool.” 

“Cool?” Sunwoo chuckles, “You flatter me..” 

He shakes his head, repeating the word 'cool' as he turns around and starts to pull open drawers and dig through his dresser. He sets them beside you on the bed. 

“You can uhm shower and put these on, and you can sleep in the bed tonight.” 

“Where will you sleep?” 

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” He simpers, his eyes doing a slow swipe over you.

You shake your head. Grabbing the stack of clothes and excusing yourself to go and shower. 

Sunwoo is sitting in the living room when you come out of the shower and suddenly you feel a little self-conscious wearing his black t-shirt and sweats. He looks like he’s prepared a blanket and pillow on the couch. He’s wearing a pair of sweats and he’s taken his shirt off. Your eyes fall onto his chest, it’s so obvious that you’re staring. 

“Sunwoo,” You whisper... It’s almost a whimper, your face feels like it’s on fire, “Sleep with me tonight….” 

It’s so bold…possibly stupid. But you don’t care, he gets up off the couch and in a second his hands are cupping your face and his plush lips are pressed into yours. He kisses you roughly, and in a matter of seconds, your lips are already aching from the force that he crashed into you. His hands were holding you so tight like you’d disappear. It was so full of passion and desperation, for years he had only ever dreamed of being able to kiss you. 

The next thing you know you’re both making your way to the bedroom, taking turns tossing eachother into walls and removing your clothes until you’re naked and being pushed into the bed. Sunwoo is on top of you in seconds. His lips against your thighs, kissing every inch of you as his hands hold onto making sure you don’t run away from him. 

“I should have punched someone sooner,” Sunwoo moans, kissing the inside of your thighs and you grab onto his hair, tugging and throwing your head back into the bed. “Now that I have your attention…Let me take care of you, baby.” 

“I want you,” You whine. 

“You can have all of me,” Sunwoo says as he kisses your stomach, “You’ve always had me…” 

You’re melting. How was he so fucking adorable and sweet, but so fucking annoyingly hot. He kisses every inch of your body, praising you. Telling you how beautiful you are, complimenting your skin and your curves. And you’re so desperate you’re begging for him to fuck you already.

He assures you that he will, that he’ll fuck you so good… And it makes your stomach flutter, ugh why was he so..ugh. 

And finally, you’re laying on your side and he’s laying up against you, his lips kissing your shoulder blades softly. He grabs your thigh lifting it as he pressed his cock to your entrance and pushes in slowly. It feels so inexplicably good, the angle has you swooning. He lowers your leg and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he fucks into you nice and slow. And you’re going insane. 

He’s taking his time and enjoying this moment. 

He’s so disgustingly sweet, making sure you’re okay and kissing your neck. Laughing sweetly and confessing how much he’s enjoying this. He was such an embarrassing flirt but you were going crazy over it, loving the way he was worshipping you and taking care of you. 

“You’re doing so good,” Sunwoo hums, running his hand over your hip, “So tight and wet for me…” 

You’re pulsing between your thighs and all you can do is moan so pathetically, your eyes fluttering as you feel him moving inside of you. He’s so warm and comforting… It’s easy the way you seem to overflow into him. Cumming on his cock with a muffled whimper, your body trembling as he continued to move in and out of you slowly. It’s such a slow pace and you can’t believe you’ve come just from this, but every stroke is so slow, stretching you open, feeling how full you are with him inside of you. His warm body against yours, his moans in your ear. Every twitch of his cock. 

Fuck. 

“I’m going to cum,” Sunwoo whispers into your back. He pulls you into him as he begins to pant harder with each stroke, his voice is so raspy and low it makes your heart race. 

You can feel him inside of you. The pulse of his cock and the warmth. It has you mewling, pushing yourself into him. 

“I’ll lie for you any day,” Sunwoo teases, chuckling faintly. 

“If my brother finds out, he’s going to kill you,” You say smugly, playing with his fingers that are still pressed into your stomach. 

“It’d be worth it.” 

Eric - “Anything you want I will do it for you, please just…”

[[ nsfw videos, he likes to wear cute kitty ears and be called cute in the bedroom, he talks a lot when he’s nervous, so cute and whiney ]]

You’ve always been a curious person by nature, so it comes as no surprise that you spend your free time alone watching everything and anything. It’s not surprising you’ve made an NSFW account and it’s not surprising you enjoy following random accounts and watching their porn videos. It was never really for pleasure, mostly a cure-all to your boredom. Scrolling through videos and watching a few seconds of someone getting railed before you continued on. But that was until you stumbled upon a video that captured your full attention. 

He’s fisting his cock and his moans alone are enough to have you shoving your hand between your legs to touch yourself. You’ve never felt this effect before, never felt this kind of desperation over a video. But he was so alluring and sexy. He was so needy and whiney. 

You let the video replay until you cum. And you pick up your phone again to look at the video just as the guy’s hand moved out of the way just enough that you see black ink on his skin that looks familiar. You sit up, clicking on his account and scrolling looking through all of his photos and videos. And there is no doubt in your mind that is Eric… 

Oh fuck, he was always so annoying and loud in classes. You would have never pegged him to be this kind of a person. He was friends with a few of your friends, so there was the odd occasion where you would see him at a party or he’d join you all for karaoke. But fuck… You wanted him more than ever now. 

A few days pass by and you’ve found yourself in the perfect opportunity to get him alone.

“I’ll go get more beer,” Eric chirps, jumping up from his seat the second that someone complained they were out. 

You were all having a BBQ on your friend's rooftop, celebrating their new internship. 

“I’ll help,” You offer, grabbing your jacket and following him downstairs. 

The walk is awkward at first. Obviously, you’re thinking about how much you want to fuck him and he’s mindlessly talking about something you don’t understand. You stop.

“You okay?” 

You shake your head, “Uhm... I’ve watched your videos.” 

He runs his hand through his bangs, laughing nervously, “What videos?” 

“The ones you posted on your blog.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” He shakes his head, “What kind of videos are you watching, y/n.” 

“I know it was you,” You say, looking up at him, “I know your tattoo.” 

He takes you seriously now. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and he began to stutter, rambling on and not really making sense. 

Until finally, he’s stepping towards you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, “Anything you want I’ll do for you, please just…don’t tell anyone about those videos.” 

“I won’t,” You shake your head, “God, no. Eric, I would never show anyone your personal videos, I just uhm...fuck, I just feel so guilty that I’ve gotten off them…” 

He pulls away, his eyes washing over you with what feels like excitement, “Really? You don’t think it’s weird? Everyone always says it’s annoying and weird that I get so worked up and vocal, I just can’t help it,” He’s rambling, “I always suppress it…And I hate it…It just feels so good to–” 

You fall into him… Kissing him to shut him up, your arms draped around his neck and your tongue slipping into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss is more intense than you could have imagined. He’s already moaning into the kiss. You pull away, kissing his jaw all the way down to his neck. 

“It’s so hot,” You whisper. You place a wet open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his neck, sucking on the skin and biting playfully.

Eric moans in your ear and you feel giddy… You can’t believe this is real and not just a video on repeat, you want more. Biting hard and sucking until he’s breathless and pushing you away. 

“We can’t do this here,” He pants hard. Taking a step back. 

Completely neglecting the beer run, you’re both falling into his bed, fighting against your clothes and the desire to not stop kissing for longer than a few seconds. 

“Did you really get off to me?” Eric asks, kissing down your chest. 

“Yeah,” You pant, your nails dragging across his back, “You’re so cute…”

You panic, worrying that cute wasn’t the right term but he’s looking up at you with those beady eyes, flustered and blushing. He kisses your stomach and sits up to lean over the bed. He pulls up a black box and looks at you, almost seeking confirmation. 

“What?” You question, tilting your head and sitting up. 

He opens the box and pulls out a pair of black ears and you immediately coo about how cute they are. He looks at you with pure excitement and he's rambling on excitedly about how they're his favourite ears and he thought he looked cute in them too, but he's never shown, anyone. And you can't help but watch him ramble, your eyes softening at how fucking adorable he is. He puts them on his head and asks you how he looks. 

“You look so cute, baby,” You say, “Wanna ride you…”

Eric is on his back. His hands are on your hips as you guide his cock to your hole and lower yourself. It feels so good, sinking down until your ass is against his thighs. Your hands against his chest as you lean forward to kiss him, you rock your hips until he’s mewling against your mouth. He's panting, trying to breathe through it. You sit up, arching your back to raise your hips easier. Fucking yourself on his cock while you listen to him moan, every second passing and you’re in heaven.

He really looks so cute with those ears on and his voice… It was such a turn-on. 

You can’t help but reach between your thighs touching yourself. And he looks up at you, his eyes glossy and watching you like you’re the best things he’s ever fucking seen. His hands drag over your thighs, squeezing each time he exhales. 

“You’re doing so good,” You praise, “So cute and good for me, hmm? Fuck, you’re so big…” 

“So tight,” Eric coos, throwing his head back into the pillow, “Feels so good, so good, gonna c-cum.”

“Cum for me…You’re so deep.” 

He’s moaning so loud, it’s so high-pitched and breathy and it’s so much hotter than the videos you had watched. You sink yourself down, dropping your weight and clenching around him. Pulling your hand from between your thighs as you let your orgasm take over. You can feel him pulsing…He’s a mess and you soak in every second, watching his eyes flutter and he pants hard. 

You lay on top of him, resting your head on his sweaty chest. 

“You sound so pretty,” You hum, happily. 

[[ Ahhhh thank you for reading, again I'm sorry this is so long hhh I really did try to contain myself. This was both a nightmare and fun so I hope you enjoy, it's been so long since I've written so I really hope this is okay ㅠㅠ ]]

#tbz smut #sangyeon smut #younghoon smut #jacob smut #hyunjae smut #juyeon smut #kevin smut #chanhee smut #changmin smut #haknyeon smut #sunwoo smut #eric smut #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

[juyeonszn]

JE NE SAIS QUOI

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 7.33k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒itty bitty angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to ?? to lovers, volleyball team captain!jacob (ohhhh ive been waiting for this one..), lots of 97 liner cameos, jacob is an honorary tbz frat member but isn’t actually a member lol, reader is down bad for him, mentions of alcohol, volleyball terms that i learned from haikyuu 😭, an annoying ex girlfriend, AURKAY here we go: bathroom sex, wall sex, bathroom sink counter sex, and mirror sex all in one, doggy style and also missionary? i guess?, NO FOREPLAY BUT FUCK IT WE FALL LIKE SOLDIERS FOR REAL, marking-ish, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and everyone’s favorite! creampie!, a cutesy ending

SUMMARY jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. so stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. however, after meeting you at one of the tbz parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

MORE HELLAURRRR ok i know this is 45 mins overdue but i barely finished this last night and i worked at 5 am this morning so 😭 ANYWAYYY this fic is actually my favorite so far… idk i just have this natural writing affinity when it comes to jacob which u can tell by the length…. if u enjoyed pls reblog! and don’t forget to check out the other fics in the series!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

TAGLIST @millksea

SERIES MASTERLIST

“And there’s another point for the IST U Bears. Wow these boys are on fire tonight.”

The announcer’s voice booms throughout the gymnasium, intertwining with the cheers of the crowd. They all sound like the buzzing of a bee in Jacob’s ears, but that’s a good thing. It pricks at his skin, lighting it on fire and getting his morale going.

The team just needed one more point and they would win this set, sending them on their way to the championship game. This would be the first time in IST history that their boys’ volleyball team would make it this far, and that was all thanks to Jacob becoming captain for his senior year.

Their coach calls for a quick time out, giving Jacob a moment of reprieve before his final serve of the game. He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, shaking the front of his jersey to air it out and cool him down a little. The team’s manager passes him a water bottle. He loves the adrenaline rush that courses through his veins when he’s on the court. It’s unlike any other feeling he’s ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bae. You’ve got this, right?” Jacob’s coach gives him a pointed look.

“Of course, Coach. There’s no way in hell that we’re losing this game tonight.” He gives him a firm nod, lips curled into a confident smile. There wasn’t a chance that Jacob Bae would go down without a fight. He was securing that championship seat whether anyone liked it or not.

The team heads back out and a referee hands Jacob the volleyball. He blows a raspberry, twirling the ball on his fingertips while waiting for the whistle. As soon as he hears it, he takes a couple steps back. A breeze cuts through his hair when he runs, executing his infamous jump serve with practiced ease. The ball flies past the players of the other team, hitting the court just in front of the line.

His teammates are yelling and throttling his body around before he even realizes that they’ve won. Some of them are riling up the crowd, others are on their knees crying tears of joy. He was anticipating this outcome, but for some reason he’s still shell shocked. Everything around him is static and white noise.

“Holy shit, Jacob. I can’t believe you did that,” Kim Mingyu, the team’s star middle blocker, slaps him on the back. He’s also drenched in sweat, patting his face with a towel.

“You and me both, to be completely honest.” Jacob laughs a bit, collecting his things so he can head to the locker room.

He’s slightly grateful that tonight’s game ended a little early, giving him enough time to get ready before the Tau Beta Zeta party. He wasn’t even that big of a party person. He only went to provide moral support for his friends who happened to all be in the fraternity. Most people would even go as far as assuming he was also in it considering how often he was spotted at that house, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He actually thought fraternities were dumb. In his eyes, they held no purpose.

A bunch of guys living together under the guise of brotherhood when in reality they spent most of their time partying was just stupid. You could do that without the fancy titles or the expected respect from fellow students. He loved his friends, truly, but he didn’t understand the hype.

Jacob showers quickly and changes into a hoodie and some baggy jeans. He ruffles his hair in front of a mirror, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. As he’s preparing to leave, someone calls out to him.

“Yo, Cobie! Are you going to the TBZ party?”

He spins around to find the source, learning it belongs to Jeong Jaehyun. The setter nods, pulling his hood over his head. “Like I always do. Why?”

“I heard through the grapevine that Haeun was going with some friends. I just thought I’d warn you,” he squeezes the shoulder that isn’t hoisting his backpack. “I figured you’d want to take things chill this next week with the championship game on Friday.”

Jacob hums in response and Jaehyun takes that as his cue to be on his way. Of course this would be his luck. Just as he thinks life is getting easier for him, something has to come and throw a curveball at him. This something happened to be his ex-girlfriend, who’d done nothing but terrorize Jacob while they were together. Imagine the most toxic, vile person in the world, then dress her in Jimmy Choo sandals and a designer handbag. That was Haeun.

The only logical reason for her to attend the TBZ party was because his friends were still trying to rack up their numbers. He wouldn’t put it past them if that meant acquiring any and every student on campus. After tonight they would find out who won the stupid competition between them and the KAT sorority, hopefully putting a pin in their godforsaken rivalry once and for all. The winner determined if he was even going to the big end of semester party or not.

Jacob sighs, heading out so he can help out his friends in any way he can. Now that he’s been cursed with the knowledge that he might run into his ex, he’s half tempted to just ditch the whole thing. (He won’t, but the idea is flirting with him.) They’ve been broken up for well over a year now, but somehow she always manages to worm her way back and make him miserable. Quite frankly, he’s tired of it.

When Jacob arrives at the Tau Beta Zeta house, his friends are all over the place. Sangyeon is typing away on his phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. The action from the calm and collected fraternity president makes him kind of nervous. He escapes into the kitchen where Sunwoo and Eric are putting away all of the alcohol. Kevin and Chanhee are complaining about God knows what to each other, and he can faintly hear Hyunjae and Haknyeon upstairs. His juniors start clapping and hollering as soon as they see him enter.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a celebrity on our hands guys.” Eric jokes, dapping up the older male.

“Congrats, Cobie,” Sunwoo joins in, fist bumping his senior and handing him a beer bottle. “Do you think you’re gonna win next week?”

“I sure hope so,” Jacob snorts, uncapping the bottle with the opener on the fridge. “I didn’t bring us all this way for nothing.”

Nothing super eventful happens after that, just the guys setting up for the party. They’re projecting that this is the one that secures their victory for the competition. Jacob really couldn’t care less, sitting himself on the couch and scrolling through his phone as he nurses his beer. They all maneuver around him, setting up speakers here, lights there. It’s all pointless in his eyes.

When the party has finally started and the house is packed with partygoers, Jacob hasn’t budged from his spot. The only reason he has a fresh beer is because Eric grabbed one for him in passing. This was what he subjected himself to for hours on end every Friday night. His ass cemented to one of the sofas in the living room and his phone being his main source of entertainment.

It’s as you’re exiting the kitchen with your friends that you notice him. You laugh into your drink at the boredom written all over his face. His extremely handsome face. His hair falls into his eyes and slightly obstructs his vision, but that just accelerates the beating of your heart. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that makes you want to learn his name and everything there is about him.

“Y/N, have you found a nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week?” Haeun asks you, running perfectly manicured fingernails through her hair. “That’s the whole point of being here, isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to tag along, honestly. You were content with staying in tonight and studying for your A&PII exam. You only agreed to get Haeun off your back, because you were well aware of how annoying she could get when she didn’t get what she wanted. She gave the KAT sorority president a run for her money sometimes.

“Uh, no. I’ll just see where the night takes me,” you shrug, keeping a poker face so she doesn’t see who you’re already ogling.

Knowing her, she would make it difficult for you. She would torture you and tease you relentlessly because that was just who she was. Haeun wasn’t satisfied unless she felt good about herself. You didn’t know why you were still friends with her. Maybe it was because she was one of the first people who sought you out after your transfer to IST. Maybe it was because you were afraid of being blacklisted by practically every other student if you dropped her. Her power was insane.

“Boring,” she drags out the vowels, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna see if Cha Eunwoo is here yet.”

You watch as she disappears into the sardine-packed house, looking for the senior. Your other friend, Minjee, just sighs once the dictator is out of earshot— which isn’t even that far considering how loud the music is. She turns to you with a weak smile.

“Don’t let her ruin anything for you. Just go enjoy yourself before she does.”

You don’t need to be told a second time, chugging the contents of your red solo cup for some liquid courage. Your mission was simple; be ten times more fun than the party itself. That would surely catch Couch Boy’s attention. It wasn’t like the Tau Beta Zeta guys didn’t put all their effort into throwing the craziest parties at the school, but clearly this dude wasn’t for it.

Your feet carry you over to the living room, your teeth chewing on your lip nervously. You’d never hit on someone before, let alone at a party. The scariest part was the potential rejection in front of hundreds of your peers. But it was okay! You could do this. You think.

“Hi.”

The word leaves your mouth without your brain even registering it, eyes wide like you’d just done something wrong. He looks up from his phone, mirroring your expression. His tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip and then he’s scooting over to make room for you.

“Hi,” he says after a few seconds.

“I’m Y/n,” you extend your hand awkwardly, but he takes it, shaking it with a firm grip that has you crossing your legs. “I— uh— this is kinda weird, but um— I saw you from over there and thought you were cute.”

You swallow thickly, tucking some hair behind your ear. How did Haeun do this on the regular? He smiles at your fumbling and oh God, you think you might pass out from how attractive he is. You don’t have much alcohol in your system and you’re starting to regret how sober you are.

“I’m Jacob,” he rests an arm on the back of the couch. “Thanks for coming up to me. I would’ve missed your pretty face otherwise.”

Is he flirting with you? Holy shit, he’s flirting with you.

“Do you come to Tau Beta Zeta parties often?” You ask to continue the conversation. He nods.

“I practically live here,” Jacob laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. “How about you, Y/N? What are you studying?”

Oh, so he was one of the members. You wouldn’t have guessed with how disinterested he seemed at his own party. It takes you a moment to realize he’s shifted the focus onto you, scanning your features for a response. You purse your lips.

“Not really. I’m more of a homebody. I’m only here to let loose before finals. I actually just transferred to IST U this semester for the exceptional Pre-Med department. I’m still sorta navigating my way around and meeting people.”

So that’s why he’s never seen you on campus. You’re completely new to the school and you’re in a completely different department than he is. Nonetheless, you’re really cute and Jacob hasn’t put himself out there since breaking up with Haeun. He’s been so concentrated on maintaining his grades and putting in the work for volleyball, he hasn’t even had the time to. But now that finals and the championship game are all next week, he supposes he can allot some just this once…

“How are you liking it here so far?” He asks you genuinely. It winds you a little. You’ve never had someone actually care about what you had to say or show interest in you. Even at your old school, no one batted an eye at you. You doubt anyone knew you transferred.

“The campus itself is beautiful. It’s a lot bigger than my previous one. And so far, everyone’s been nothing but kind to me. I wish I would’ve gone with my gut and came here straight out of high school.” You pick at a thread on your skirt.

“We all live and we all learn, that’s a part of life,” Jacob shrugs, nudging your leg with his foot. “Would you like to grab another drink with me?”

“Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You both stand from the couch.

Since sitting with him, the party has grown in size. Fellow students filled every available corner of the house, nearly standing body to body in order to fit everyone in the building. The amount of attendees should be a fire hazard, honestly. Jacob laces your fingers together so he doesn’t lose you in the mass of people blocking the path to the kitchen. There’s a game of Rage Cage going on where there’s usually a round of beer pong and it looks like this one guy is about to die with how many empty cups are in front of him.

“What are you drinking?” Jacob turns to you once you’ve reached the alcohol table. You shake your head.

“Surprise me.”

“You’re playing Russian Roulette here, Y/N,” his lips curl up into a devious smile that most people would run away from, especially when it’s on the face of a stranger. “You’re really trusting me with your life right now.”

Luckily, you’ve always been into that type of thing. Nice guys who looked like they could give you an unforgettable night. And in the short period you’ve known Jacob, he appeared to be just that. All you can do is nip at your lower lip, the fleet of a smile gracing his sight.

He passes you a cup and gestures for you to taste his concoction. It burns the course of your throat, but doesn’t remind you of straight battery acid. You give him a thumbs up of approval and he cheers, fist bumping the air. You giggle at his reaction. Perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone was the best decision you’ve made all night. He knocks his own cup against yours and takes a swig, wincing.

“I might’ve made mine just a bit stronger than usual,” his voice is hoarse and you can’t help but laugh a little harder. “I put all of my expertise into yours.”

“It’s good to know you’re a gentleman and you’re not trying to get me drunk on purpose,” you tease, sipping at the beverage gingerly. “However, that does mean you’ll need to be flashier in your attempts to woo me. I have very high standards.”

Jacob’s smile widens, his teeth peeking from behind his lips. The expression makes you lightheaded. It should be a crime to look as good as he does, without even trying either. “I don’t know… All I’m hearing is that you want me to woo you…”

He’s caught you red-handed, but it isn’t like you were doing much to conceal that fact. You’d like to think you were being very obvious with your intentions on purpose. You glance up at him from the rim of your cup, your lower back leaning on the counter. “Maybe I do… Are you opposed to that, Jacob?”

He takes a step closer to you, and then another until he has you caged between him and the kitchen counter. Really, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck about the clusters of people nearby. When Jacob Bae had a goal in mind, he made damn sure to work for it. His volleyball career could attest to that. His drink slides across the surface, spilling a little on the back of his hand. He leans down to your ear. “Not at all. But I don’t think you’ll be able to handle what happens when I succeed.”

You feel your cheeks warm, your throat drying, and it’s not because of the effects from the alcohol you’ve just consumed. You’ve known this guy, what, thirty minutes max? And he was already figuring out exactly what it took to get your gears grinding? What a quick fucking leaner. He knows he’s won, too, if the way you’ve gone cotton-mouthed is anything to go by. The ghost of a grin brushes the shell of your ear and it requires the entirety of your strength not to pounce on this stranger in the middle of this goddamn party.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

A record scratch-like halt puts a pin in the moment, forcing Jacob to step away from you with a groan. This would be just your luck, wouldn’t it? You found a ‘nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week’ and then this stupid party gets raided. It’s annoying, actually. Aggravating, even. Your lips unconsciously form pout out of disappointment and Jacob feels a piece of himself die along with it.

“Shit, you gotta get out of here before they show up and start dragging people out,” he runs a hand through his hair with a hiss.

If it had been a minute earlier, you would’ve fallen to your knees by now. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You needed to find Haeun and Minjee. You do a quick 180° in hopes of spotting either of them.

“Yeah, I need to find my—” You interrupt yourself when you see the former of the two stomping towards you with an indistinguishable look in her eye. “—Friends…”

“Let’s go, Y/N,” her tone is snappy and she glances over at Jacob for a brief moment. You don’t have time to realize what’s happening until her petite fingers are wrapping around your wrist, hauling you out of the kitchen. A yelp escapes your lips as you turn to wave to your… whatever he is to you now.

Initially, you assumed she was just ticked off by the whole cop call thing. At least, that made sense if she’d gotten anywhere with that Cha Eunwoo guy she had been talking about all day leading up to the party. But then Minjee’s driving you back your apartment and she’s whipping around in the passenger seat to give you the nastiest glare you’ve ever been on the receiving end of.

“What the hell is your problem?” She looks two seconds away from bursting a vein in her forehead.

“Wh— huh?” You’re thoroughly confused. What the fuck did you do to her?

“Why were you talking to Jacob Bae? You do know that’s my ex, right?” Her gaze has softened, but could still very much kill you if she wanted to. The wrath of Lee Haeun was more terrifying than that of any horror movie villain to ever exist.

No.

No no no no. The world stops on its axis and it’s like you’ve been told your favorite song was written about a used tissue. You don’t hear anything else she says, feeling like you just had ear muffs placed over your head. This isn’t fair. The universe officially hated you. You were number one on the list of people who deserved the worst possible fate, your name underlined twice with red ink and a star beside it.

You really didn’t have it in you to care about what Haeun thought. If this was the reason you were finally given to stop talking to her, then so be it. What you were worried about was Jacob hating you. He clearly saw that you were friends. Why would he want to pursue anything with one of his ex’s friends? Any sane person would avoid that situation if they could.

Despite not knowing that it was Jacob specifically, you knew the details of their breakup and why things ended so messily. It made sense that she was an authoritarian even in her relationships. That was just in her nature. If she didn’t control every aspect of her life, she would lose her mind. Normally you wouldn’t have batted an eye at that, not nearly enough energy in you to deal with that level of bossiness. But it was starting to bleed into your personal life. And that was a line you weren’t so willing to let her cross.

You could only pray that this was fixable.

Finals week passes by in a breeze, and before he knows it, Jacob is on the court for the championship game. There’s a different aura to him than there usually is when it comes to his volleyball games. He feels ten times more determined. (He would never admit to anyone that it’s because he’s hoping he’ll see you at the end of semester party tonight.)

He actually really enjoyed your presence and your personality. The rate at which his heart beat around you was something he hadn’t felt in a while and it was nice. He liked those little butterflies that came with the start of something new. He liked the jitters and the giggles and everything in between. It reminded him that there was still youth, there was still excitement in his life.

Sure, it was kind of weird that you were friends with his ex-girlfriend. The same ex-girlfriend that he couldn��t stand being in the same room as for more than five minutes at a time. But from your reaction to her dragging you away, Jacob thinks that you didn’t know about him and Haeun. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone up to him in the first place. Unless you knew and just didn’t care, then he didn’t care either. It’s not like he ever plans to allow Haeun to resurface and sink her nails back into him. That’s one mistake he’ll never make again.

Before he knows it, he’s swapping back into the game. He rolls his neck and pops his fingers, getting into position to receive this next serve. Even with this fire lit underneath him, both teams are neck and neck. With every point that IST scored, the opposing team would just catch back up without breaking a sweat. If Jacob wasn’t captain and wasn’t used to being so calm and collected during matches, he’d probably start getting as pissed as Kim Mingyu looks right now.

The referee blows his whistle and the ball is over the net. Jeon Jungkook, the team’s libero, dives for it, the volleyball bouncing off the back of his hand and back up into the air. It’s currently the fourth set and IST has two under their belt. They needed to win this one lest they wanted to go into the fifth. Everyone is on edge, but won’t stop at nothing that isn’t victory. Jacob shifts to set the ball to Jaehyun, who swings his arm back and spikes it to the other side of the court.

One of their players receives it with ease, and they’re back to square one. There’s that back and forth of both teams setting and spiking, only for the other to receive and send it back over. Jacob feels like this game is never gonna end, especially with how agile their libero is and how in tune he is with their setter. But then he makes eye contact with Lee Seokmin, an opposite hitter who’s proven time and time again that he’ll go wherever Jacob needs him to, do whatever Jacob wants him to. And that’s exactly what he does.

Mingyu bumps the ball towards the net and just when they think Jacob’s going to set it, he swaps places with Seokmin. The hitter gets beneath the volleyball and pushes it off the tip of his fingers, watching as Jacob perfectly times his jump to smack it with the palm of his hand. It’s something the two had only ever practiced a handful of times, but knew it would come in handy when everything was right. The entire interaction is flawless, and the captain’s spike lands, scoring that final point that IST needed to win the set and the game.

Just like the previous game, Jacob doesn’t even register the roaring cheers from everyone around him until they’re throwing him and Seokmin up like they themselves were volleyballs. The team is going insane, hyping up the crowd and running around the court like children. A sense of pride swells in Jacob’s chest, a crinkly-eyed smile nestling on his face like the fondness of a father.

They continue the joy-train all the way into the locker room. Jacob showers and throws on some gray cargo pants, pairing them with a black half-zip jacket. Most of the team was going to the end of semester party tonight, treating it as a post-celebratory reward for their big win. It was still so surreal for the captain. All of the pressure that had been riding on him the entire season, the strive for being someone bigger than himself. He’s grateful it paid off.

Meanwhile, you were damn near ripping your hair out, nerves eating away at the edges of your stomach like you were with the skin around your nails. After a taxing week of final exams and the anxiety of wanting to see Jacob Bae again to clear any bad air, you found yourself at the TBZ end of semester party along with Haeun and Minjee. You were thankful that your life was intact, Haeun’s irritation simmering into something a lot more bearable.

Though just a smidge pissed off that you didn’t do your research, she wasn’t as mad about the whole break of girl-code incident. She got off of your back a little too easily, though, so you were still waiting for another strike. You couldn’t help but feel as if she was planning another form of action.

You’d been at this party for at least an hour, and the attendance was double that of last week’s. They weren’t kidding when they said this was the party of all parties at IST University. You were starting to think that maybe Jacob really was going to avoid you like you were the Black Plague or equivalent. Why else would he not be at one of his own parties? Wasn’t it, like, a requirement for fraternity members to make an appearance at the things they hosted?

Being friends with Haeun really screwed everything up for you. Not only did you have to sleep with one eye open, but also keep your distance from just about every male on campus out of fear that she fucked with them, too. Why did it have to be Jacob Bae? Why couldn’t it have been someone more douchey, more up her alley? He was way too sweet, way too cute for someone of her kind. He deserved someone that could hand him the world. (Not that you were insinuating that it was you, but even you knew you were a better person than Lee Haeun.)

And as if a higher being truly existed, your prayers are answered in the form of Jacob Bae walking through the front door. A gaggle of partygoers surround him and the group of guys he’s with, including some of the fraternity brothers. You faintly hear whoops and hollers over the near deafening music, everyone patting them on their backs. Most of the attention is on Jacob and his gorgeous smile, though.

“IST U’s pride and joy! National volleyball champion, Jacob-fucking-Bae,” Lee Hyunjae wolf-whistles, shaking him around like he was maraca.

Jacob laughs, looking down at the floor to shy away from all of the eyes on him. He’s glad everybody is pleased with his accomplishment, but really all he wants to do is find you. He’s still not 100% sure you’re even here, but he has high hopes that maybe you were into him as much as he was with you. Now that he’s free of both volleyball and schoolwork for a while, he can take his time getting to know you better.

You psych yourself up to go over to him once his audience has parted and gone back to whatever it was they were doing prior to his arrival. A grimace consumes your features as you knock back the cup of jungle juice in your hand, blowing a raspberry. Minjee gives you a smile of encouragement, like she knows exactly what you’re about to do.

However, someone beats you to it. You watch with bated breath as Haeun flips her hair over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the wooden floor all the way up to Jacob. The sight of another girl talking to the guy you’re interested in has never made you as ill as it does right now, her glossy lips pouted and her hands clasped behind her back.

“Heard about the big win, Jakey,” she smiles almost evilly, calling him by a nickname that he hasn’t been called in months. “Wanna claim your prize?”

Jacob knows what she’s doing. It’s obvious. Haeun saw the two of you together last week and now she’s pretending that she gives a shit just so she can feel like she’s the one in control. He’s seen this scene too many times to fall for it. He pokes his cheek with his tongue, hands shoving into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t you have someone else that you can bother, tonight? I’m spoken for.” He shrugs, stepping around her. Okay, so perhaps you’d only had one conversation together. That was enough for him. He doesn’t have to search far or wide for you, a grin replacing his deadpan once he sees your face. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” your voice comes out unsteady. “I— uh— wh— well, I kinda thought you were avoiding me.”

His eyebrows quirks up. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m friends with your tyrant of an ex-girlfriend and I’m a horrible person for still wanting you,” you begin to ramble, playing with a strand of your hair. “And then you weren’t here.”

Jacob laughs, pushing your hand down and tucking the same piece behind your ear. “I don’t really care that you’re friends with Haeun. Honestly, no one’s ever *really friends with her. It’s hard to stand a person who’s that insufferable. And I’m on the volleyball team. Tonight was the championship game, which is why I was late.”

“So you don’t hate me and want me to die?”

“I could never.” He shakes his head, taking one of your hands into his.

“If that’s the case, then can you show me how to properly enjoy a frat party?” You trace patterns on his palm.

“I’ll be so real with you, Y/N, even *I don’t know how to do that,” he snorts. “I’m not a Tau Beta Zeta member, so I guess that explains it.”

“Woah what?” You gape at him. “This entire time I thought you were…”

“Nah, I’m just friends with all of the guys here. I might as well be, but I’m not. Frats are stupid to me,” Jacob leads you out of the living room and into the kitchen to get himself a drink. “Though, I don’t think they’re that bad anymore.”

As he’s reaching for an empty cup, a thought crosses your mind. It’s bold, but you don’t have the willpower to force it away. “You know, you didn’t get to show me what would happen if you succeeded in sweeping me off of my feet.”

He pauses what he’s doing, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with dark eyes. Are you saying what he thinks you’re saying?

“And something’s telling me you were extremely successful.”

*Fuck the drink, Jacob thinks to himself, dropping the cup in favor of whisking you away. He pulls you into the nearest empty room, which happens to be the downstairs bathroom. From one second to the next, you’re pinned to the door, both of your wrists firm in his grip. He’s so close that his nose nudges yours, lips only a hair’s breadth from your own.

“Should’ve known you were dangerous from the get go,” he breathes, the distance between you driving you crazy. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

A gasp escapes you, your eyelids fluttering shut. This was pure insanity. Before you can complain about the lack of contact, Jacob’s mouth is on yours, lips moving against yours so skillfully and so roughly. He takes your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head while the other slips beneath your top. His fingertips burn into your skin and you don’t hold back the whine that sneaks out from your chest.

You pull back for air, sighing when his kiss travels down your neck and focuses on your collarbone. It’s not enough, you need to feel him everywhere. Your pulse is racing and you’re sure he can feel it when he leaves a trail of nibbles and kisses along your jawline. They travel south, paving their path on what’s visible of your jugular and sternum.

There’s a haste of fingers roaming and lips exploring. This was uncharted territory for, seeing as you hadn’t been in a situation like this since moving schools. If there was anyone you wanted to get down and dirty with in the bathroom of a frat party, it was Jacob Bae. His free hand wanders under your skirt, a knuckle running along your clothed, but damp, slit. You both hiss.

“Already so wet for me?” He asks you smugly, the curve of his smile carved into the space where your ear meets your neck. You don’t have the patience to power through any teasing.

“Need you so bad, Jacob,” you don’t like the pitchiness of your voice, or how you’re pretty much begging right now. “Wanna skip the foreplay.”

Jacob grins almost wickedly, kissing the tip of your nose. “So ready and so eager for me. Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t waste any time getting you out of your clothes, starting with your top and then shoving your skirt past your thighs. You kick it off and move to help him. His jacket comes off in one fluid motion, giving you the perfect display of his muscular back and toned abdomen. All of years of volleyball came to fruition in the form of his godlike sculpted body.

You drag a nail through the valley of his abs, unbuttoning his cargoes and palming him through his underwear. He curses under his breath, forehead falling to your shoulder. You may very well be the death of him, he decides. When he’s finally had enough, he swats your hand away, removing the briefs so he can give you what you so graciously asked for. He pumps his length a couple times before guiding the tip to your entrance.

Jacob hooks one of your legs around his waist, pushing your panties to the side so he can slip into you carefully. You don’t even stop the moan that breaches your vocal cords, back arching off of the door and your chest pushing into his. The stretch burns slightly, but not nearly enough to interrupt the pleasure coursing throughout your body. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach that he fans the flames of the deeper he sinks into you, lips imprinted into the skin of your neck.

His fingers burn the skin of your thigh where he holds it up, slowly pressing his cock into cunt and sliding out as soon as he bottoms out. You’re dizzy, so dizzy that stars have begun to form behind your eyelids and he’s only just started. He rocks into you at a meticulous pace, the blunt nails of his other hand digging into your hip to keep himself composed.

He wants to take his time with you first. He wants you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock as your walls squeeze him in. He wants the feeling of the two of you connected to be engraved into your brain, a memory that nothing could erase even if it tried. Your head knocks against the door when you crane it to give him more access to the column of your throat, whining when he sucks marks into the surface.

“F-Fuck, Jacob,” you whimper. “Feel— god— feel so, so stuffed.”

You practically hiccup your words, overstimulated with everything that’s going on at once. It’s too much. The way he nips at your skin. The way he groans every time you clench around him. The way he’s *buried into you like you were the only source of warmth he’ll ever get. It’s too much, but it feels fucking fantastic.

“Yeah, baby? Am I fucking you good? Giving it to you like no one else can?” He exerts himself, his lips slipping on the thin sheen of sweat coating your bodies. All you can do is moan again, bucking your hips into his to minimize the gap between you as much as physically possible.

His cock is just the right balance of girth and length, filling you up and hitting the spots you need him to. Your sanity falls through the cracks with every click of his hips into yours. He *is fucking you good. He *is giving it to you like no one else can. It didn’t even take him long to figure out what you liked, using that knowledge to his advantage so he could ravage you.

You’re too lost in the pleasure to notice the coil in your stomach curling to the point of snapping. With each ram of his dick in your pussy, he winds you up more and more until it breaks in half. You see nothing but white for a few seconds, spots of various colors bleeding into it. A sound so far away from you bursts out from its home in the back of your throat. Your orgasm coaxes out his, painting your walls with milky ropes and a moan of his own.

The two of you pant breathlessly, lips brushing as you attempt to calm down. Jacob pinches your side, kissing you once before pulling out and letting go of your hip. “Do you have the energy to give me one more? I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

You let out a guttural groan, nodding and colliding your mouths in another desperate kiss. Your fingers run through the strands of his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck as he transfers you to sink. He spins you around, bending you over the counter and pecking your shoulder as he eases his cock back into the velvet of your pussy.

You’re both still sensitive, sighing at the feeling of a second intrusion. He grips your hip and presses down on your lower back just as he speeds up the pacing of his thrusts. Instinctively, you hike up a knee onto the counter, wanting him even deeper and even harder than previously. Heat pools in that same spot at the base of your abdomen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he grunts, throwing his head back and tightening his grasp on your waist. “Want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

You wail, eyes heavy lidded as you witness Jacob plowing into you from behind. It hurts, the fact that you can’t even convey into sounds how amazing it feels. They’re all trapped in your chest and throat, begging to be set free. You wish they could bounce off of the walls, reverberating in your ears. Your cheeks are wet from the tears that have spilled over. You look like a mess with your makeup smeared and your face puffy. Anyone who saw you after this would know exactly what went down in this bathroom.

Jacob doesn’t slow his assault, instead hovering over and trapping you beneath his broad frame. He drills into you deeper, harder, faster— and oh god you don’t want him to stop. You think he’s making good on his word, fucking you so insanely stupid that not a single thought occupies your mind. All there is, is Jacob Bae and the deliciousness of his cock wedging itself further into your cunt like he wants to live there.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. So so well,” he coos, your back curving into his chest.

Your elbows might give out from supporting your weight and now Jacob’s too, especially with how empty your head is. You don’t really have the consciousness to keep yourself up. It’s at the point where the mirror has started to fog, a blurry image of him abusing your pussy in your line of sight.

He knows you’re on the brink of an orgasm, your walls spasming slightly in warning. He pulls out enough to flip you onto your back, pushing in and resuming where he left off. His thumb sneaks down to your clit, rubbing in precise circles with precise pressure. Despite there being no mirror covered in steam in the shape of your bodies in front of you, your vision is still hazy. You can barely see the expressions Jacob makes, his brows knitting together and lower lip between his teeth.

You pull him down to connect your mouths, whining into him as he continues to fuck into you like there wasn’t a whole party still going on on the side of the door. Your knees are folded to your chest, allowing his cock to kiss all the way inside of you. “I’m— fuck— so close, Cobie.”

“C’mon, baby, you can cum for me,” he goads, applying more pressure to the shape he’s drawing on your clit.

One particularly timed thrust and the bumping of his pelvic bone on the sensitive bundle of nerves tips you off of your peak. Your climax washes over you, tidal waves of pleasure cresting at full force. You moan loudly, the rippling of your walls triggering Jacob’s own release.

He pulls out gently, for the final time. His chest rises and falls rapidly, in sync with yours. You’re both exhausted, spent from going at it like jackrabbits— as if you’d never get the chance to do it again. You meet eyes and then burst into laughter, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

“That was… Wow…” You breathe, moving some of his hair from obstructing his eyesight.

“I always follow through with my promises, you know,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “So, what do I get now that I’ve wooed you?”

You press the hints of a kiss to his lips. “An exclusive all-access pass to me, my phone number, and the rights to ask me out on a date whenever you please.”

Jacob smiles that crinkle eye smile of his, knowing full well that he plans on cashing all three of those right now. He may have not been the biggest fan of fraternities or their parties, but he sure as hell loved them at this moment in time.

He thinks he was a winner in more ways than one that night.

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

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smut alphabet | hayden's characters edition: A - B

MINORS DNI 18+

— source. CHARACTERS: darth vader (original trilogy), anakin skywalker (prequel trilogy), leo campo (little italy), jacob (ouctast), x reader NOTES: this was stuck in my drafts and i wanna get it out WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | aftercare | body part

A = Aftercare — what they’re like after sex:

DARTH VADER can't help that he's very cold. It stretches past intimacy. During the heat of the moment, at the height of passion, you'll find he's a rare breed. Aftercare would look different on him compared to traditions. There are times where he does not offer aftercare, simply using you as you sought and returning to normalcy. As if he's embarrassed to have shown such weakness. At his best, he'll stroke your hair. Call you sweet, but troublesome. Watch you as you drift to sleep. He's not fond of being touched, or reminded of his vulnerability so aftercare would be an uncomfortable experience if you tried to give him some.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER will clean you up thoroughly with a warm and damp cloth. If he was particularly rough with you, he'll help you bathe and get the cum out of your hair. Water breaks and maybe a snack to "keep up your strength." Talk to you to keep you from falling asleep on him. He needs to be held, he needs to be reassured, so it would bleed into your aftercare as well. You'd receive the treatment he craves, in other words. He'd assume that's what everyone wants. Additionally, he gets very moody if you must leave him to attend to other matters. He much prefers when you set aside time for him, especially if it's to spend the night sleeping in his bed.

LEO CAMPO has a standard routine for it. He'll ask you the same questions. "Can I get you anything?" being his main first. He likes to wind down afterwards with a shower together. Massages are always appreciated, whether he's giving one or receiving one. The two of you worked hard, might as well soothe those sore muscles about it. He'll make you both dinner, pick out a random movie, and sit quietly with you. Your company is valuable, and aftercare comes in many different forms.

JACOB has spent a lot of his time on the run. Whether its from his origins, from his demons, or from the Black Guard, it makes him uncomfortable to stay still. Aftercare might not be his highest priority, and he might— inadvertently, albeit— make you feel like a discarded escort. He rushes through leaving the bed, getting dressed, and moving on to his next task. After he's broken the habit, he'd force himself to remain laying with you. To talk about the encounter, lead himself to be vulnerable.

B = Body part — their favorite, and second favorite body part of their partner’s:

DARTH VADER and ANAKIN SKYWALKER share a common interest in biting your ear to remind you of his existence. With a mask it is delayed until he's able, but it's genuinely his favorite to kiss and to bite. All your other parts deserve recognition, but none of them have him leaning over to latch his teeth onto to slowly drag out. An impulse he cannot shake. Your chest is a close second favorite. He can't think of anything he wouldn't do to your tits. Clamps on your nipples, or biting and sucking on them. Fucking the space between them, or cumming all over them. He doesn't discriminate.

LEO CAMPO wishes he had a more romantic answer. He's almost ashamed to admit it's your ass. Almost. Followed closely by your lips. He finds any excuse to get his hands on your ass. Pinching, swatting, patting, stroking, squeezing. He loves watching it bounce on him when he's fucking you from behind. Your lips are kissed constantly, bitten and tugged on. He also superbly enjoys kissing the corner of them. Not to mention how soft they feel and supple they look wrapped around his cock.

JACOB is very drawn to your eyes. He used to largely avoid eye contact, reminds him of when he was too intense. Additionally, no one's earned the respect of his eye contact. All he wants to do now is gaze into yours. He gets lost in them, and he'll turn you to look at him with his hand on your chin when you're talking to him or vice versa. Your waist is his second favorite. Palms slide up your torso, tracing its outlines, using it as a handle when you're riding him and you need some extra help.

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you're so sweet (j.b)

pairing: highly experienced!jacob x virgin!reader

preview: you've been dating jacob for almost a year. he decides that for your one year, he wants to give you the best first time you could possibly ask for.

warnings/tags: fem reader, slight corruption kink on jacob's part, lots of pet names (baby, my love, pretty girl), taking of reader's virginity, jacob the king of consent, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), implied big dick!jacob, creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 2.8k

song recs for this fic: reason by kai, bambi by baekhyun, prism by the boyz (heavy on this one), love by dean

a/n: i've never written smut before so i hope this goes okay lmfao.

“soooo” jacob says as he walks into the living room of your shared apartment. he plops down on the couch across from you. “tomorrow’s our one year.”

you gulp. of course you remember that that’s tomorrow. not only is it a big milestone, but it will also be the culmination of everything sexual jacob had been promising you for the past week. just his words had been enough to have your thighs clenching.

when you told him you were a virgin, his eyes just about fell out of his head. his beautiful, irresistible girlfriend was a virgin? he couldn’t believe it. he thought you were lying to him. but when he found out you were serious, he realized that just meant more fun for him.

“yes, it is” you nod, giving him an awkward smile. he scans your face for discomfort or nerves. he definitely finds nerves. he gives you a small, reassuring smile.

“are you sure you still want to sleep with me for our one year anniversary, y/n?” he moves closer to you on the couch, grasping your hand. he gives it a little squeeze as if to say ‘you’re allowed to say no.’

“yes, i’m sure cobie” you give his hand a squeeze back. you trust your boyfriend to give you an unforgettable first time. he had done nothing but make you feel good about yourself since you started dating which made you all the more confident in his abilities to make you feel the same in bed.

“okay, good. i’ve been thinking about it all week” he sighs out of relief. as if you didn’t know he’d been thinking about it. you roll your eyes, removing your hand from his. 

“i have one question that you need to answer right now so i can finalize my plans” he says, giving you his biggest and best-est puppy dog eyes. “what is it?” you give him a weird look. what could he be asking you that required his puppy eyes?

his eyes turn dark and he smirks a little. “baby…” he pauses, mostly just for effect. “condom or no condom?”

your face immediately burns bright red. you fan yourself, turning away from him. like, props to him for being less vulgar about asking but if he had straight up asked you if wanted it raw, you would’ve had this exact reaction. 

“i uh, um. n-no condom?” of course you had to stutter through your words. you hear your boyfriend curse under his breath. it was so breathy and low that you could feel your thighs aching to press together.

“okay, thank you, baby” he gets up and walks away. he leaves you flustered and aching. unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what he wanted. building up the tension and excitement for tomorrow was his plan from the moment he walked in. 

the next night…

jacob had bribed your friend to take you shopping for the day so he could prepare the perfect environment in your apartment. he had even given you his card to spend his money. 

well, your shopping spree had come to end and now here you were. standing outside the door of your apartment. nerves had taken you over when you got in the elevator. it’s not that you didn’t want to sleep with him, you do. but having zero experience compared to your ex-fuckboy boyfriend scared you. 

you debated turning around and putting it off a little longer but the voice in your head told you to just trust him. if anything, him having so much experience might just be better.

you knock on the door as he had instructed you to do this morning. you heard some shuffling and what you assumed, based on his pained groan, was your beloved boyfriend running into something. 

your heart beats loudly in your ears as you hear the lock open and see the knob twist. you’re met with your impossibly beautiful boyfriend greeting you. he’s wearing a white dress shirt that’s slightly wet from what you assume is baby oil based on its glistening sheen. his black dress pants hang low on his hips, his belt having been long discarded. his brown hair is disheveled as clear evidence of his hard work through the day. 

he stands in the door, taking in your nervous frame. your friend had managed to borderline manipulate you into buying and wearing a dress that barely left anything to the imagination. you could feel his eyes undressing you. 

“h-hi” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “c-can i come i-in?” your arms are aching from all of your bags filled with your many unnecessary purchases from the mall. he moves out of the way, gesturing for you to come inside. 

you place your bags down on the floor, leaning down to take your heels off at the same time. you turn back around to face your boyfriend. the air around you feels impossibly heavy as you look up at him. 

you just stand and stare at each other for a moment before jacob says his first words to you since you got here. “are you ready, baby?” his eyes scan up and down your body for the millionth time.

“yes, i am ready” you nod. at that verbal and physical confirmation, jacob’s self restraints immediately fall away. 

he grabs you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. he ghosts his lips over yours. his tongue licks over your top lip teasingly. he only teases you for a short time before pulling you further into your home. 

“i’m going to cover your eyes and help you walk. there’s one last surprise” he says as his hands obscure your vision completely. he helps you walk carefully towards your bedroom, kicking the door open from behind you. 

you hear the door click shut as he gets you fully into the room. his hands fall away and you open your eyes slowly.

your bedroom is decorated beautifully. fairy lights of different sizes hang on the wall, all on their red light setting. jacob had bought brand new, maroon colored bed sheets for tonight and they are gorgeous. he has towels on the side table just in case. unbeknownst to you, he also has a stash of condoms just in case you change your mind about him going in unprotected. a couple candles rest on your shared dresser. as your nose fills with their aroma, you find out they’re all cherry blossom scented. 

jacob’s hands come up to rest on your hips. his mouth hovers next to your ear, making you shiver. 

“i’m gonna ask once more before we start” he blows lightly on your ear before placing a small kiss on the lobe. “are you ready?”

a chill runs up your spine as he squeezes your waist. are you ready? are you really? you contemplate one last time before giving your final answer. 

"yes."

jacob spins you around and attaches your lips to his for real this time. you’ve kissed him many times before but something about this one felt… different.

 the way his fingers drew small shapes on the small of your back made you feel tingly. 

he slowly backs you up towards your bed until he could safely lay you down. you shuffle your way all the way onto the bed, jacob’s lips chasing yours as he hovers above you. he does nothing but smash your lips together for a few moments.

when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva remains, leaving you connected. he takes in your appearance. your hair messed up from shuffling around, your lips swollen from kissing him so harshly, your dress riding up in the most delicious way. 

“can i take this off?” his fingertips graze the hem of your short dress. huffing out a deep breath, you nod. “yes, you can.” 

he pulls the hem towards your head. you sit up slightly so he can slide it all the way off your body. you mentally thank your manipulative best friend for getting you to buy lingerie to wear under such an already sexy dress.

when jacob’s eyes meet with your lace-y, deep red bralette, he just about drools. his girlfriend had really gone through all this trouble to get all dolled up. for him. 

the tent in his pants grows every second he stares at you. you squirm under his lustful gaze, a silent beg for him to do something. anything. 

“cobie, please” you whine out. he gives you a fake pout in response.

“please what, my love?” he ghosts his fingers down your sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “you have to use your words.”

you shift around, trying to move enough to close your legs for some friction. jacob stops you, however. he grabs your legs and pulls you back against him, pressing into your clothed core.

“touch me, please” you whine again, your hips lifting to grind against him. your sudden movement shocks him, a low groan slipping from his lips. the sound goes straight between your legs, making your panties stick to you uncomfortably. 

his hands slide down to the safety shorts you’d worn under your dress. his fingertips dip under the waistband. he looks up at you for permission. you nod, licking your suddenly dry lips. he slides the shorts down and all the way off your body. 

his eyes immediately fall to your panties which match your bralette. he shifts uncomfortably, cursing his choice of pants. he really just wants to rip the rest of your clothes off and take you immediately, but he reminds himself to take it slow. 

your hands come up and fumble with the buttons on his shirt, being too shaky to actually undo any of them. he gently moves your hands away and gives you a questioning look, knowing exactly what you want but wanting you to say it out loud. 

“off, please” he giggles at your cuteness. he undoes all the buttons and slides the shirt off, dropping it onto the floor. you slide your hands over his toned torso, taking in his figure. you were right about the sheen on his shirt being baby oil. his skin has a slippery feeling. you’ve seen him shirtless many times, but this time it’s different.

“my love…” his voice is breathy and sexy, a whisper in your ear. you sigh as he presses kisses onto your neck, just under your ear. “won’t you let me taste you?” 

your back instinctively arches at the thought. he licks a stripe up your neck, kissing back down the trail of saliva he left on your skin. 

“yes, please, taste me” your own voice is unstable and full of lust. “please, cobie” your chest rises and falls faster by the minute. you think you might die if he doesn’t do something to you soon.

he kisses his way down your torso, leaving a few dark love bites in places no one else will see but him. high pitched moans get stuck in your throat the closer he gets to your wetness. 

he pushes your legs open as he settles between them. he places small pecks up and down your inner thighs, teasing just a little more. he kisses your heat over your panties, drawing a sharp gasp out of you. 

he opens his mouth to ask for your permission to take the final barrier off and you glare at him. “yes, jacob, do it, please.” he chuckles a little before dragging your panties off of you painfully slowly.

he drops your final garment onto the floor of your bedroom. you waste no time to close your legs, embarrassment only just now hitting you. jacob drags his fingers up and down your legs, pouting at you. "i can't taste you if you close your legs, baby." 

shakily, you reopen your legs, splaying yourself open for your eager lover. he begins kissing your thighs again before placing a kiss on your folds. you shiver at every touch of his lips on your skin. 

he licks a stripe all the way up, his tongue coming to rest on your swollen clit. he wraps his mouth around it and sucks lightly, knocking the wind right out of you. he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to him.

he eats you like you’re his final meal and he’ll never be able to eat something as delicious as you ever again. your legs shake around his head as his tongue ducks in and out of your weeping hole. 

out of nowhere he shoves his index finger into you, slowly moving it in and out. it’s a stark contrast to his desperate sucking on your sensitive nub. you whine, shifting to try and get away as you become more sensitive.

he grants you the gift of another finger, beginning a merciless pace with his hand and mouth. he whines into you, the vibrations sending a shiver through your spine.

your hands tangle in your boyfriend’s soft brown locks and tug slightly. he releases another whine at the sensation. 

“c-cobie i’m gonna-” he looks up at you with a knowing look. he keeps his exact ministrations going, watching as you come undone for him. you cum with a loud cry of jacob’s name, your grip on his hair falling away.

he pulls away from you, moving up to make eye contact with you. he admires your fucked-out expression. the after orgasm effects still wash over you by the second. 

“are you ready for the next part, pretty girl?” he brushes your hair out of your face gently. you lean into his hand and nod. “yes, please, jacob” your words are breathy and desperate.

he wastes no time in stripping from the remainder of his clothes, it all being discarded on your plush carpet. “no condom?” he asks, stroking himself in preparation. he didn’t allow you to look down in fear of intimidating you out of wanting to let him fuck you. 

“n-no condom” you repeat. he’s gripping your chin to keep your eyes locked with his. you’re really trembling now, but it’s anxious nerves now.

he momentarily looks down to line himself up. his tip brushes your hole and a low moan escapes his throat. he looks back into your eyes and slowly pushes into you, bottoming out between your shaky legs.

“j-jacob fuck” you pull him down to wrap your arms around his shoulders and dig your nails into his shoulder blades. you don’t press down too hard, though. just enough to ground yourself.

for a few moments, you remain like this. fully connected. his chest pressed against yours, skin meeting with each breath you each take. his hands rest on your hips, his light grip feels so loving.

“please move” you whisper, breaking the silence just a little. he rises from your grip on his back. he angles himself better before drawing all the way out to the tip before slamming back into you. you gasp, your breathing immediately picking up.

he sets a steady pace, his tip prodding at the gummy spot inside of you repeatedly. you reach out to hold his face in both your hands, his sweat dripping onto your fingers. your thumbs caress his cheeks, admiring how his face contorts with his movements. you look at him with so much love he could cry. 

he leans down to kiss your neck, licking droplets of your own sweat off of you. “fuck, baby. you’re so good for me” his voice booms in your head, his words bouncing around. “letting me take your virginity? fuck, baby i’m so happy right now” he rests his face in the crook of your neck for a moment before coming back up. 

your back arches deliciously, his pounding reaching into at a different angle. you clench around him suddenly, almost sending him over the edge. however, he manages to keep himself together. his goal is to get you to finish first.

he reaches down and rubs your clit, high pitched moans escaping your mouth. you reach down to hold his wrist, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. 

“gonna cum, please give me cum” you whine, clenching again. he nods his head vigorously. “cum for me baby and i’ll give you what you want” at his words, you fall apart, twitching and squirming as he chases his own high.

his hips still, spilling his seed into you, painting your walls white. he pants, brushing his hair out of his eyes. your mouth hangs open as you come down from your second orgasm of the night.

he slowly pulls out of you. he marvels at the sight of his cum spilling out of you. he gets up and grabs a towel to wipe you off. he puts his boxers and a shirt on before passing you your own underwear and one of his shirts to wear. 

he helps you get under the blankets and holds you close to him. he strokes your hair, yawning. “so, how was it?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer.

“amazing, cobie. beyond my expectations” you kiss his pouted lips softly, smiling at him. he gives you a bright, toothy smile back. 

“happy anniversary, baby.”

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TBZ: When They Make Love

When they make love: hyung line

AFAB x Sangyeon / Jacob / Younghoon / Hyunjae 

 Contains: unprotected sex, fluffy smut, established relationship, minor angst, teeny bit of spanking courtesy of Hyunjae | AU: domestic, romance, slice-of-life | w.c. 3k+ 

A/N: not back, but I couldn't sleep and ended up thinking about this aha. Sorry to my friends in my dms, I'm kinda coming back online so I promise to reply soon. But I'm going to sleep after posting this. I have the other members planned - let me know if you would like a 'when they f**k' version of this or something too :) enjoy ♡

 Sangyeon

→during those moments where he really thinks 'I'm so in love'

→loves that you go above and beyond for him as much as he does you, but also loves the little things

→like how you wake up ten minutes before his alarm to put the hot water on for him before he woke up to shower 

Or how you put hot packs in his pockets knowing the weather would be cold that day, or the vitamin packs in his bags knowing he would be on his feet for long hours and would need a pick me up

→and that "I'm so in love" moment comes once more, at a seemingly random time. It'ss Sangyeon’s turn to cook and though you asked multiple times if he wanted help, he plopped you down on the counter and told you your only job was to sit and watch. But when he cuts his finger you're so sweet and concerned, treating him like he cut his whole finger off when in fact it was only a minor surface cut, that the sappy smile automatically stretches slowly on his face

→you keep asking if he was sure he was okay with a pout when you held his hand under the running water and patted his finger dry before wrapping a plaster around it. And he could only chuckle and gather you in a comforting hug, looking upon your face with a warm smile as he promises between kisses that he's more than fine after his baby made him all better. 

→and those little kisses grew into more heated kisses 

→kisses that lead to him lifting you back up onto the counter 

→he can't get enough of your lips, devouring you with a simple kiss. He drinks k your moans, swallowing them right down his throat as he kisses you deep and wanton, hands roaming your back and squeezing your hips. 

 Sangyeon starts mouthing at your neck, bringing your hips closer to the edge of the counter to grind into you when he breaks the kiss to drag your top off. He started to leave slow wet kisses down the slope of your neck while his fingers moved to unhook your bra and pull it down your arms. Those lips trail to your exposed chest to suck on your nipples, removing your panties to grind against you bare when his lips come back to yours; always the need to be close and have his hands gliding your back, using his clothed length to rub your clit until you fall apart just like that, your legs wrapping tight around him, arms clinging as you shudder in pleasure. 

 "Need more." You moan, breathing heavily against his lips, staring into his eyes. 

 Lips slotting against yours, his tongue caresses yours as he meticulously unbuttons his jeans and drags the zipper down. Pulling his cock out, he holds onto his hard length and drags the bulbous tip down your slit to your entrance. With his eyes on you, lips hovering over your mouth, he pushes inches in, only to pull out and slide along your slit again. Teasing you, making you gasp against his lips, he does it all over again. Pushing in deeper, giving you a few more meaty inches before pulling out and grinding against your slit.  Repeatedly grinding and pushing in and pulling out, over and over until he's finally all the way deep inside, pelvis flush against you. He holds your hips in place with a tight grip. Your legs quiver and tighten around him as your insides adjust to the feeling of being full,  of him reaching so deep and stretching you out. He kisses you breathless when he starts to move, delivering deep pointed thrusts that turn your insides into jelly until you fall apart together holding onto each other for dear life.

 Jacob

→when the night feels like magic with you

→Jacob is the kind of partner that loves spending time with you and making memories

→and he loves it when he gets the chance to spoil you and though he doesn't believe you need money to pamper someone, he does love having the chance to treat you to the finer things in life — especially when he knows how much you appreciate it and the aching grin you have on your face when he does

→on this day, Jacob took you out to get your hair and nails done. He bought you a dress he thought you'd love and he was right. You looked stunning. And he kept telling you so all the way to dinner and even during. 

→and when you both get home, with warm smiles, you both knew what was happening next and head straight for the bedroom, your warm hand leading the way

→it was full of giggles and smiles when you both fell onto the bed with your lips on one another. 

 You kiss for a long while, the both of you loving to take your time, with your fingers in his hair until he moves between your legs and they wrap around him. His hands strok up and down your thighs without the slow kisses stopping until he rolls onto his back, smiling as he lets you grind onto him. 

 The pressure of your core on his hardness has you sighing, head falling back as you roll your hips steadily, feeling pleasure course through you. 

 Jacob wants more though.

 He pulls you down, chest to chest so he could reach below your dress and hook his fingers into your underwear and pull them down over the curve of your ass. You help to take them off the rest of the way, resettling on his crotch, but yelp in surprise when instead Jacobs strong hands slide under your thighs and use his hold to drag you up until you are hovering over his face. 

 Your eyes look down to meet his and you know what he wants. With a moan you start to ride his face. His fingers dig into the swell of your ass, encouraging your movements as his tongue slips between your folds and you feel his nose pressing against your pussy. His lips rub against you and you can't stop moaning for him, feeling the warmth of his tongue stroking you to orgasm with each rock of your hips. 

 As you cum for him, shaking over his face, he rockets forward until you land on your back again. Dazed, you don't register Jacob pulling himself from his slacks, not until he pushes into you. Gasping harshly, your manicured nails grip his biceps, nearly tearing through the smart white shirt he has on.

 Smiling down at you, he moves to pull your breasts from your dress and thumb your nipples.  He didn't want to take your dress off, adoring the way you looked and he told you so. "You look so beautiful baby." He praises you when he starts to rub your clit, grinding himself deep inside, stroking your walls until you cum so prettily for him again.

 Younghoon

→at those moments where you're both feeling vulnerable 

→Younghoon is in touch with his feelings and isn't afraid to show his emotional side with you and you love that about him. He makes you feel safe and that you can show your own vulnerability to him. There's trust and respect and the fact that he can be both your rock and your baby has you head over heels for him

→but that's not to say your relationship is perfect and that arguments don't happen. It's bound to happen with anyone and sometimes you both forget that as a couple your biggest strength is communication

→during the argument, that's clearly missing. But when the heat dies down and you finally talk it out, there's relief and that sensitivity you allow for one another. No more defences, you're back in sync and feeling more in love that you could be open and be heard despite both of your pride. 

→that ends up with you on his lap on the sofa. At first, he's just holding you for a long while, like you're his lifeline. Your face buried in his neck and your fingers rubbing against his scalp. 

→and then it's more. His lips leave a trail of little kisses up and down the side of your neck. Eventually stopping at a spot to suck on. You don't say anything, but your heart rate accelerates and you press against him as if you could get any closer, hiding your face against him.

 Eventually he pulls your hoody off so he can kiss across your bare chest. The feeling of his lips dragging and mouthing at you has you whimpering in need, clinging to his broad shoulders in anticipation.

 And then you're on your back so he can kiss down your whole body until he's between your legs. Using his tongue as an apology, you writhe and moan, feeling his expert tongue circle your clit. He licks delicately, changing his rhythm between prodding and poking to swirling around and suckling the nerve, until your hips start to buck and your moans become broken and you cum for him.  

 Kissing his way back up, he crowds over you when he brings his mouth to yours to whisper "I love you and I'm sorry" against your lips as he starts to slowly finger you open. 

 You gasp out "I know I know" your back arching at the feel of his slender fingers curling inside you, making you come undone before slumping. 

 You tell him you love him too as you reach down to stroke him, kissing him again. You push on his chest until he backs up and sits down so you can use your mouth this time. He sounds so pretty as you grip his length and drag your tongue up him. The feel of his veins bumping over your muscle has you clenching in anticipation to feel your insides pressing against them, making you eager to suck on the head of his cock and it's not long before straddling him again. 

 Sinking down slowly, you both groan at the feeling of being so fully connected. Softly moaning, you kiss him between heavy breaths as you ride him slow and steady. Fingers in his hair, Younghoon hugs you, chest to chest, staring at you with dark lustful eyes, not wanting to look away and miss the look in your eyes when you cum all over him.

 Hyunjae

→when he's in his head 

→Hyunjae knows he's not perfect — a realisation he hates being aware of. But that is why he always strives to be the best he can be

→he regrets that it wasn't exactly like that with you. He regrets the many downs it took to have your relationship as strong and secure as it is now. He is hopelessly in love with you, but constantly wishes that he could change things of the past even though you try to reassure him that the journey is what made you both so strong and unbreakable

→and he knows you're right and he loves that you're so burrowed in his heart that your tender words and sweet encouragement can make him feel better in an instant

→that doesn't stop the fact that he still dwells on it from time to time 

→it's on his mind when you're both cuddling in bed.

 It started with sweet kisses as you both lay on your sides. Gathered in his arms, your hands rested over his chest as the kisses slowly deepened until you were practically inhaling one another. 

 His hands start running up and down your back as you clutch his shirt, warm palms sensually gliding, making you want to be closer as you clutch onto his shirt. 

 Hyunjae shifts, rolling until he's above you, never parting his lips from yours. They dance slow and deep and sensual over your lips, making your senses fog up, as his hands run up your sides to grope your breasts. When you whimper into his mouth, it doesn't take long for it to escalate beyond kisses. 

 Never not touching you, he moulds your body beneath his hands until he has a hand down your panties and he can swallow the moans you make for him when he starts to rub your clit. You get so wet for him, allowing his fingers to press circles into you that much more fluidly until you cum. 

 The thing about Hyunjae though, is that he can never stop at one whether he's making love to you or fucking you. He overstimulated you with his fingers. Your clit swells and your moans turn into broken cries as he rubs you into another orgasm. And then again. And once more, until tears bead your eyes.

 "Do you remember the first time I touched you?" He asks as he watches your eyes roll yet again when he has you coming undone.

 You just about find the sanity to croak out a "yes." The pads of his fingers slow, applying less pressure, fingers teasing circles that feel almost ticklish. "Y-you were so mean and rough b-but I loved it." 

 He hums, moving down to brush your lips together before resting his forehead against yours. He starts to slide his fingers inside, moving slow and deep as he watches the desperation grow in your eyes and your gaping mouth release shaky breaths. "I always regretted that." He whispers, just for your ears despite being alone. "I knew from the moment I touched you that you were mine… even if you didn't wanna admit it." Your hips shift and you moan out when he rubs a particular spot, feeding his fingers into you like a slow wave. "I wish I wasn't impatient. That I took my time. Took my time to make you cum as many times for me as I could." The depth of his eyes drown you as he says each word without looking away from you. Whispering, "before filling you up" the words trigger the wave to crash through you, leaving your breath trapped and body jerking. 

 Shuddering beneath him, Hyunjae keeps his fingers sunken in your warmth, as his warm breath caresses your skin with each lingering kiss he paves down your neck to your chest. His tongue strokes at your nipple in time to languid movements of his fingers. His palm presses on your clit, the pads of his fingers pressing up against the roof of your walls when he starts to suckle your nipple, making you cum for him all over again, so fast. 

 You're beyond dizzy, a constant buzz beneath your skin, unable to stop twitching. So sensitive, the faint and careful kisses he leaves down your body feel like he's touching a thousand pleasure nerves at once. Especially when he gets between your legs. His curls tangle between your fingers twisting into them and you pull when he nods his tongue up and down against your clit. The tips of his fingers flicking back and forth inside you have your insides twisting tight. Tears spring to your eyes as the gentleness of his tongue disappears when he sucks on your clit, pressing his face against your folds until you release, your hips rocking against him.. 

 You're fighting for breath, panting with blurry vision when he maps little kisses from one hip to the other, up the plane of your stomach and around your chest until finally reaching your face. He cups your cheeks, thumbs brushing across your tear stained skin. He leans down to kiss each of your eyelids, your weak arms lifting to hug his defined back, rubbing along his skin as you seek comfort from the overwhelming pleasure he's drowning you in. 

 Sliding his arm under your back, Hyunjae rolls until you're both on your side and he can hold you close. He brings your thigh over his waist and starts caressing your skin, moving to gently squeeze and rub your ass. His kisses ground you again, but you whine when you feel his hand run down your ass and curve between your legs, sliding his fingers back inside. Clawing at his chest, he holds you firmly against him when he starts to drag his fingers in and out. You can't even focus on his lips when his fingers are making you so hot you feel like you're burning. So sensitive, your body starts jerking, reacting to the onslaught by trying to pull your thigh back. The move makes his fingers slip from you and on instinct, Hyunjae's hand smacks down on your asscheek in quick succession.

 You yelp, "OW" shaking as the sting shoots right to your clit and realising his actions, he softens and rubs your skin, muttering a sorry against your lips. 

 "Be a good angel and don't pull away from me again." He softly tells you. But it was so hard not to. Especially when he starts moving his fingers more intensely when they slipped back inside, making you twitch and moan and whine against him, only able to claw at his shirt, gripping it for some type of stability as he makes you orgasm for— you've lost count of how many times at this point. 

 He keeps you just like that, foreheads resting together and cuddling you close. Fingers massage into your hair while he takes hold of his cock and guides it to your entrance. He strokes himself up and down making your muscles spasm and drawing gasps from you. Your teary eyes look into his when he starts to push inside, his mouth swallowing the overwhelmed rasp you let out when he fills you completely. 

 Your mind and body hyperfocus on his long length reaching so deeply inside you. His hips are fluid and sweet one moment, when they drag back and forth slowly and hitting sharp and deep the next, making you even more dizzy and wet. The shudders are never ending, spasming over his cock like you're in a never ending orgasm. Legs uncontrollably shaky, you don't even know what kind of noises you make, or if you're even breathing properly, you can barely focus on his lips on yours; you only feel the fullness of him and so, so gone. 

 And by the time he cums inside you, you're jelly in his arms. He holds you and the praise he whispers is soundless to you. But you can feel the 'I love you' when he whispers it against the skin of your cheek. You can feel it when he holds you so safe and secure like that. 

#kwritersworldnet #deobiwritersnet #kdiner #the boyz smut #hyunjae smut #sangyeon smut #younghoon smut #jacob smut #jacob bae smut #i just realised smth v annoying about my header kms 😭😭😭

[basicinstnct]

arrangement / jacob custos

word count: 2967

tags: size kink, love bites, hurt/comfort, angst, morning wood (more accurately nap wood), referenced masturbation, pining, insecurity, creampies, slight breeding kink, transfer of affection (sorta), savior complex

a/n: personally, i found this guy pretty endearing, especially if you look at his insecurities which are more apparent in some routes than they are in others. i know that isn't exactly a popular opinion (it's certainly a bit frustrating that the writers set him up by making him largely "responsible" for the events to follow), but hopefully there are enough like-minded people to give this some attention.

It’s often said that what you fear, you attract. You’re a little more receptive to that type of loose philosophy than you should be, so you aren’t exactly surprised when one day, the words come true.

Jacob’s voice calls out your name, soft, unlike him. “Are you awake?”

You’re glad you’re facing the wall. It gives you a chance against him, to not let him into your arms again. Other than pretending you’re asleep, there’s really no way out. Now that all the kids are gone, and the counselor you were supposed to share it with never showed up, you have the cabin all to yourself. Thinking about him had already kept you up all night, so you really just want to take a nap before you have to load the van up, not… this.

Seeing his face, those sad eyes, will end your resistance where it stands.

What the two of you have isn’t good. Against your intentions you’ve become at best a therapist, and at worst a replacement. Who you're taking the place of is unclear. At first you thought it was Emma. It wasn’t far-fetched to believe that you were covering for something that clearly wasn’t working. You were so sure, but more time with Jacob has left you doubting that. It has to be something in his past, something that happened a long time ago, inflicted by someone that you remind him of in one way or another. Being a proxy probably hurts him as much as it helps him, and you’re not exactly sure what it does to you.

What have you become? You’re not exactly the other woman. As far as you know, nothing’s really happened between Jacob and Emma in a long time, enough time that there’s a chance those flames have been swept out. You can see how Jacob’s affections burn hard against the cool of Emma’s practically nonexistent feelings.

You’ve let him, at least half a dozen times, come to be consoled by you. It began when he ran into you as you were heading down to the lake, one night when you couldn’t catch a wink of rest. When you later asked why he thought he could trust you, he didn’t have much to say.

You’ve let Jacob speak to you, cry to you. He mostly talks about nothing in particular, but if he nods off against your shoulder, he’ll mumble troubled, troubled words that make your heart pang. Lost thoughts about being alone, unwanted.

He has a lot of problems.

Around everyone else he can pretend he’s fine. You can learn as much from the truth as you can from a lie, but only if you’re looking.

He says your name again, in the midst of you faking a breath. You snuggle deeper into the thin fleece that Mr. Hackett gave you, trying to give the appearance of being slightly disturbed but not awoken. Something about the situation is giving you a feeling. You shouldn’t do this!

You can hardly think of anything at all when you hear his footsteps. He approaches your bunk cautiously, before you hear the creak in the floorboards and the movement of fingers. He tosses his shoes to the corner of the room. Then his sweats and shirt go too. You’re squeezing your eyes shut even though you desperately want to look at him. If not to admire his looks than to read the expression on his face.

When he lifts the blanket from your body. You’re so shocked by the action that you can’t even fight it, the way you shiver all over. Jacob climbs into bed and wraps his arm around you. You can feel the warmth of his body, his furnace-like chest against your back as his head rests against your shoulder.

Without him, you run cold naturally, especially when you sleep. Now that he’s in bed with you, you’re worried the temperature of his body will make you sweat.

“I know you’re awake. You can tell me to go,” he says weakly. “I’ll go.”

“I never want you to go, Jacob, even if I feel like you should.” You can’t hold back the reply. Logic fails you around him, at least when you’re alone.

If your words are vague, he still knows what you mean. He rewards you, you think, by gripping you tighter, murmuring thank you before pressing the lightest of kisses against your neck. You get the sense that he’s used to it, getting affection through transactions. He can’t give you much out here except his body heat, and he has more than enough of that for the both of you.

You’re expecting the regular dialogue when he takes a deep breath, like he usually does, but that’s not what you hear at all.

“I feel totally useless today,” Jacob says, “all I can think about is how nothing ever goes right. I feel like everyone is just tolerating me. I’d just wanted the day to end so I could come here and be with you. Even if you wouldn’t be caught dead speaking to me when the others are around. Then I remembered that we were leaving today…”

Maybe that is how things appear to him. With all the complications between the group, the crushes and the grievances, you’ve always thought you’re better off not adding whatever’s going on between the two of you to the mix. You’ve always acted like nothing had changed around the others, and he’d followed your lead. You didn’t think he had any problem with it.

All at once you realize how deep your concern for him goes. Has he wanted for something he felt you weren’t prepared to offer? You wonder how he’s felt every time you’ve paired up with someone else, if there’s ever been a hurt glance you missed. A jealous glance.

You still can’t look at him, but your hand searches for his, and when you find it you squeeze gently. It’s not natural for you, but it’s worth it to hear the way he gasps, like he really can’t believe it.

“It’s never been like that,” you tell him, “I just don’t want things to be awkward. Even if we aren’t usually… I don’t want things to change. I never knew how you felt either.”

He huffs, long and hard (listening for once) and you shake lightly as you feel it on your skin.

“I hope I haven’t been making you feel bad.” You sigh, “I wasn’t even thinking about it like that. Sometimes,” you were worried this would be a blow to his already lacking confidence, rather than anything constructive, “I don’t like the way you act around everyone. Like you have something to prove.”

“I… I feel like I do.”

“I think you think you do, but I think everyone else just feels like you aren’t being yourself. Some people,” you don’t want to say her name, “they can smell the blood in the water.”

“You haven’t been making me feel bad,” he murmurs, mouth close to your ear, “I love the way I feel. Around you, right now.”

You know there’s a chance he doesn’t mean anything by it, that he’s emotional and vulnerable and confused. Desire and confusion could sometimes be the same thing. But when he says things like this, as he has before, you can’t help but think about what it would be like.

You’ve certainly done more than just think. One hand down your shorts and your face buried in the fleece, the scent of him still on it, the smell of his cologne and his sweat. You’d put your palm to clit as you slid a finger inside, thinking of the outline of his cock the one chance you’d had to see him in it.

Down at the lake, a day of swimming, he’d had a swimsuit you swore hadn’t fit him since middle school. It was the definition of tight in all the right places.

Fat, was really all you were able to process. You’d blushed incredibly hard, swimming in the opposite direction before anyone had a chance to notice. The image filed away for later use.

Him, holding you down, slipping inside. The sting of it, of him making you take him. The sounds he would make when he was all the way in, balls against your clit. Teeth on your skin to muffle his moans.

It’d seemed like a pipe dream. Now you weren’t sure. In any case you hadn’t wanted to be fucked so bad, by anybody, in your life.

You flip over to face Jacob, staring deep into his eyes for the first time today. They’re misty, red, and they seem very sad. The whole thing makes you feel like a bad person, like a pervert. You wonder if he can see how black your eyes are with want for him. Can he feel how wet you are, right here next to him?

“Let’s go to sleep…” You venture, not meaning it at all, still glad that he agrees when he shifts to get comfortable and you feel his breathing even out. It’s far too long before you fall asleep yourself, too lost in visions of everything you want.

You know you’ll regret it later, that you’ll be nodding off when you shouldn’t be, but you can’t stop thinking.

. . .

You wake up thinking something troubling. You wish you could make Jacob understand. You don’t always need to get your happiness from people, but you know you only really mean other people. You’d have no problem being a rock for him. You want to give him a way out of the feelings that drown him every day. It’s what he so desperately seems to need.

But it can’t keep going on this way.

He must wake up moments after you do. Possibly aware of the change in your breathing, or maybe the way your heart rate has increased tenfold. He sighs, before chuckling in your ear, “what’s got you so worked up?”

“I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t overslept,” you look at the clock on your dresser. It’s only been half an hour. “Didn’t want to hold everyone up.”

It’s him, of course, but you can’t exactly say that. At least he seems in higher spirits than before, you consider.

The meaning becomes too literal when you feel his cock against you. Morning wood, probably. As much as it makes you wish the sheets would swallow you, it also sends your mind to other places.

Jacob tries to freeze, but his arm is still over your hips, caging you with his body, so there’s little you can do other than ignore it. But that already seems impossible, you can start to feel desire, burning in your pussy. You want him

It’s easy to feel him moving, attempting to be discreet but failing entirely. Every inch moves you with him because he’s unwilling to let go of you, whether he realizes it or not.

“I don’t mind,” you whisper, “or care. I mean I don’t care.”

“I care,” he bites back, seeming insulted. “I know you see that, so stop pretending like you don’t.”

You try to turn in his arms, but Jacob holds you still with little effort. He’s stronger, you think, obviously. You’re never able to escape him, mentally or physically.

“You think my problem is being insecure, fine. Your problem is that you’re always thinking, you never just feel.”

You know he’s right, but what can you say to that?

What was once a tight grip on your wrist turns into a comforting gesture, his thumb rubbing gently over the skin of your hand.

“L-let me make you feel something,” he sighs, “for once.”

You sigh, defeated in the best way possible.

Jacob's hard against you still, and he starts grinding into your ass gently. A gasp leaves you before your head is turned and you feel him on your cheek, a sweet kiss, before Jacob’s lips are on yours and he gives you a nasty one.

It’s your first kiss with him, but it doesn’t feel that way. You learn that Jacob likes to be close to you. He knows just how to get you to sigh, open your mouth up so he can press his tongue inside. It gets sloppy fast. You both moan, unable to part until you need to breathe. There’s spit connecting the two of you.

He moves your body beneath his, palm on the back of your neck an oddly comforting pressure. “Should’ve been kissing you this whole time,” he sighs.

“Doesn’t matter,” you tell him, putting your own hand to his cheek, “you have me now. Do whatever you want.”

Jacob makes quick work of your clothes, rids you of your bra, then tugs his trunks down to free his dick.

You want to blush at the sound it makes, the weight smacking against your stomach, lined exactly up with where he’ll be inside. Almost to your naval.

There’s a moment of just breathing, and when you look you see that he’s eyeing the same thing you are.

“I’ll fit,” he groans when he sees your expression. “Promise.”

You lick your lips. “Just prove it.”

Your panties are pulled to the side before you can hear him lick his thumb, once, twice. He must think it’s enough spit because he begins to use it to touch your clit, only to groan so loud you want to muffle him.

“Oh, oh. Fuck you’re already wet.”

“Yes,” you hiss, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles. The words seem to make him shake. “Tell me again.”

You walk your hands up his back, and he moans when your nails drag lightly over his muscles, “I want you. Give it to me, Jacob, please.”

He kisses you again. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to you.” It’s mumbled against your mouth as he preps you. Sliding his cock through the folds of you, gathering enough pre from you and him to just get the head inside.

You shudder, and he moans. It’s loud, scaring you enough to slap your hand over his mouth.

“‘’M sorry,” he grunts, removing your hand. His chest lowers down to touch yours, his face in your neck. “I didn’t mean to. Your pussy’s so good,” he shifts his hips to feel more of you. “I’ll be q-quiet, won’t make a sound. I don’t want to stop.”

You wrap your legs around Jacob, practically humping yourself onto him, “c’mon.”

His cock feels bigger than you should be taking. You want to wheeze when he bottoms out, leaving you stuffed. You can feel his tongue on your neck, hear vague moans as your cunt clenches on him.

Jacob starts to rock his hips, keeping his mouth busy with your skin in an effort to keep the noise down. But none of that matters when he’s fucking you into the mattress. Deep thrusts that make the frame of the bed groan.

You can feel how wet you’ve gotten, how wet he’s made you. You wouldn’t be able to take him otherwise. It’s surely all over your thighs, probably dripping down to his balls. You can feel everything, his skin, his mouth, a hint of teeth, the way his dick is burning you up inside.

You shock yourself when you come, hard. You bite into Jacob’s shoulder to muffle your scream, wrapping every limb you have around him to keep him deep inside.

“Fuuck,” he’s trembling. “Fuck it, I need- I wanna come inside. Tell me you’re on the pill. I want it.” You can feel him throbbing in your pussy. It’s a good thing you are; he probably wouldn’t be able to pull out in time anyway.

You hum out an affirmation, teeth still between his flesh because you can’t stop moaning, and it’s only half a second more before you feel him cum, and if you weren’t wet before you are now. You can feel it, hot, inside, and even leaking out of you.

Jacob’s whole body tenses, before every muscle in his body seems to relax, like he’s been needing this for a long, long time. His arms falter, but he catches himself before he crushes you.

The both of you wince when he pulls out, and you’re thankful that he doesn’t mind the obscene amount of cum that you both will surely have to deal with eventually. The clock tells you It’s still early, there’s still time.

He’s gone to cuddling you again, tucking you into the side of his body. He’s certainly much more open to touching you now that he’s fucked you. His hands explore whatever skin they can reach.

You make an attempt to do the same, but when you touch his shoulder you can feel the slight indent of teeth. Not terribly deep, but there.

“I’m sorry, Jacob. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t say that,” he scoffs, totally nonchalant. “Your neck isn’t looking too hot either.”

“I know,��� you sigh, “but some guys are really weird about stuff like that.”

“Ha,” he laughs it off, checking it out before giving you his typical grin. “I don’t mind it. It’s like you claimed me.”

You wonder if that’s something to think about.

Laying there, both of you lightly doused with sweat, the smell of sex absolutely unavoidable, your first thought is that your sheets are ruined. It’s a good thing that you’re leaving today, at least for that reason.

Whatever you’ve just done, you know now that you can’t shut Jacob out. How that will work out isn’t something you need to figure out now, or even today.

Despite Jacob’s epiphany concerning you, you’ve got dibs on a great seat in the van, and that should give you enough time to do all the thinking you need.

#the quarry smut #the quarry x reader #the quarry #jacob custos x reader #jacob custos smut #jacob smut #smut #my writing #jacob the quarry #1k

[hoonichi]

Hello :) !! idk if you still take request or no but could you do who is an ass or boobs guy?? in The boyz please ? Only if you feel comfortable ofc (Sorry for my bad English) I really love your writing too :)

hi! your english is very good! dw about it :) my requests are closed BUT i have written this exact thing so long ago and idk why i never posted it but maybe it was a sign for somebody to request it later on lmao, enjoy !!

ass: sangyeon, hyunjae, kevin, changmin, juhaknyeon, sunwoo

elaboration:

i have zero to none explanation why sangyeon is an ass guy but he just is. one of the few top fav sex positions is having you chest down, under him while he positions his cock in between your ass cheeks, fucking you slowly, not exactly giving you what you want/need:(

hyunjae would be the guy to sit you down on his lap when there’s no seats left in the car. actually no, scratch that, he would pull you down on his lap whenever he wants bc mhmhm loves feeling you press down on him.

i still see kevin as the most playful out of all of them so he would slap your ass at every given opportunity. struggles to control the urges to do so when you’re with your/his family bc hello?? that softy deserves a slap☝️

again, not sure why i think changmin is an ass worshiper.. it’s bc he’s a dancer 😎 no but you wearing skirts or anything short OR very tight clothes that bring out your proportions and changmin is on the ground, salivating like the touch deprived man he is.

juhaknyeon is on the same ‘slapping the ass’ train as kevin. honestly, he probably gets off of it too. the one to go absolutely crazy when you wear tight jeans and your ass just looks so holdable.

ahem, riding sunwoo with your back pressed against his chest while he controls your pace with his hands on your hips, but also simultaneously gripping and squeezing your ass because he loves it.

boobs: jacobus, younghoon, juyeon, chanhee, eric

elaboration:

jacob… my man jacob.. 😩 depending on your boobs like on life support. no pillow? here! your boobs are available, comfy as fuck for jacob to lay his head down. just really appreciates them, sometimes you think he loves your boobs more than you lmao.

younghoon looks like the guy to love leaving bruises/hickeys all over your tits till they look like a damn painting. and him just detaching himself to look at his masterpiece with that smirk of his? heaven if i must say myself.

have y’all seen juyeon’s hands?? do i have to say anything else?? god jesus fuck, enormous veiny af hands oh no do i have a thing for hands.. just imagining how easily they would cup your breasts, hiding them under his palms and squeezing them,, it’s like they were made to hold your tits<3

now chanhee really made me overthink bc he gives me the energy of both ass and boobs but hear me out on this.. a low neckline shirt/dress always makes him go horny bc he can see the silhouettes of your boobs and it’s like game over for him.

eric nuzzling his face into your chest when he’s sad or sulky or annoyed with something. again, gives me the loving vibes just like jacob. but i also kind of see him more on a freakier side, for example, cumming on your chest bc he loves how pretty it looks ☺️

#the boyz smut #sangyeon smut #kevin smut #juyeon smut #sunwoo smut #chanhee smut #juhaknyeon smut #changmin smut #hyunjae smut #the boyz eric smut #yoonghoon smut #the boyz jacob smut #jacob smut #q smut

[ericsprincess]

keep it coming like that roar

nc-17, Jacob Bae/reader, incubus!Jacob, inexperienced!Jacob, penetrative sex, a bit crack-y

~~~

You get visited by an inexperienced incubus. 

~~~

Sheet mask on? Check. Glass of wine? Check. Favorite drama ready to be played? Check. 

You take a sip from your wine and lean back onto the pillows on your bed. You pull the blanket over you so that you’re nice and cozy. 

Finally the weekend, finally some time to unwind. After as much chaos at work as you experienced this week, you really deserve some me-time. You’ve been looking forward to catching up with this drama for the whole week, but so far, every single day, when you finally crawled back home from work, you managed only to shower, eat, and drop dead into your bed. 

But now, nothing is standing between you and some well-deserved relax. Who knows, maybe you will even dig out something out of your long abandoned box of sex toys under the bed and make the evening even better. You will see where this bottle of wine will take you. 

You take the tv remote and you’re just about to press play when you get suddenly startled by a sound. 

Knock knock. 

You sit up. What was that? Did you imagine that? You take off your sheet mask and quickly look around. It was not a door knock, it sounded more like something tapping on a glass, but you’re alone in your room. Ghosts? No, that’s stupid, you scold yourself. It was probably something that carried over from the neighbors’ apartment and you just misheard. You lie back down on the pillow, trying to calm down your quickened heartbeat. 

Knock knock. “Excuse me?”

Well now you definitely didn’t imagine that - neither the knocking or the feeble voice.

You quickly kick off the blanket and get out of your bed. The voice clearly went from your window. Burglars, you think and grab the lamp sitting on your nightstand, as a measly tool for possible necessary self-defense. It briefly flashes through your mind that it’s odd that burglars might be trying to get into your apartment through the window on the sixth floor, but you’re too distressed to think more about it. Your heart is beating so fast and it’s like you don’t even have time to be scared, you have to do something. 

You get closer to the window and there it is. Or, more like, there is he. 

You can barely see anything in the night light, but right outside of the window, perched on the windowsill, there is a guy, knocking on the glass panel. 

“Uh, hello? Can you please let me in?” he tries, with a soft voice and knocks again. He looks awkward and almost apologetic, but you know not to trust anyone. Especially not burglars. 

You grasp the lamp tighter and full of adrenaline yell back at him. 

“No, FUCK OFF! No idea who you think that you are but, I’m calling the police right now!!” You quickly look around to find your phone and jump onto the bed to fish it out from under your blanket, when you hear him sigh. 

“Ah, I really tried…” *swoosh* 

You look at the window after the sound but it’s…empty? There is nothing behind it anymore. 

Did I imagine that? you think. You walk back to check the window but there is really nothing, just the night skyline with a view over the city. But before you even have a chance to calm down and reconsider your future alcohol consumption, you hear it again, now behind you. 

*swoosh*

You turn back. And there he stands. The same guy, but now he’s right in your bedroom. 

You take a deep breath to start screaming for your dear life, when he runs to you and grabs you by your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t scream, Y/N. Calm down, I’m not a burglar. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he says with a gentle and soothing voice. You look into his eyes and they are glowing red. His touch, as well as his voice, is strangely calming, and both are so pleasant. Despite everything, you take a hold of yourself. WIth just one touch, all the stress in your body fizzles out. 

He seems to notice it and lets you go and steps back, which gives you a chance to look at him better, now that you’re not panicking. 

He’s not tall, but not short either and he is nicely built - kinda muscular, with really nice broad shoulders, He’s wearing only a simple oversized white shirt with black jeans, and it’s unbuttoned enough that his (nicely developed, you couldn’t help but notice) chest is peeking through. 

His hair is honey blond and falling into his face in a sexy way and his face itself is also very striking - with pretty eyes and enviable jawline, he’s definitely your type. 

All the fight leaves your body and you helplessly ask: “What do you want from me?”

“Uh,” he shifts his weight awkwardly. “I guess I should explain everything. My name is Jacob and I am an incubus. Our systems detected a very high level of…uh…sexual energy from you, therefore I am here to offer my services,” he adds, with a smile that’s only a bit nervous. 

Ah. You have, of course, heard about incubi already. 

“That sounds suspicious. What do you want in exchange for it? Money? I will definitely not pay for anything like that. Or..” a thought occurs to you. “My soul? Do I have to sign off my soul to the devil or what? I mean, I guess I’m probably already not going to heaven, but like, at least I’m trying to be a good person sometimes,” you ramble.

“No such thing, don’t worry,” Jacob hurries to reassure you. “Us, incubi, we feed on sexual energy. You will just feel really tired after that and fall asleep immediately, that’s all.” 

“Oh. And by that you mean…?”

“Sex.”

“Oh.”

You consider your options. He already semi-ruined your nice evening with a drama and wine, and you know you would be probably too shaken to even fall asleep if you just sent him away now. And it’s not like you haven’t already planned to put your vibrator to use after a couple of glasses. And it will cost you basically nothing. And he’s your type. It’s just practical at this point. 

It’s really not at all difficult to convince yourself to give in. 

“Okay. I guess I agree. You’re better not pulling some stunt on me though,” you threaten, frowning. 

“I’m not, I swear.” he smiles at you gently, and this must be some part of his special incubus charms, because it completely disarms you. He’s too cute. And his voice is just beautiful. 

Can’t wait to hear him moan, flashes through your head. 

He closes the distance between you, his eyes not leaving your face. He gently touches your chin and next moment his lips are on yours. He’s a good kisser, starting with slow, small kisses while his hand sneaks around your waist and hugs you closer. He licks your bottom lip and you get the question hidden in the gesture and let his tongue slip into your mouth. He feels really good, you think. His body is so warm and his scent is heavenly, even the little gasps and noises he sometimes lets out while kissing, even those sound like music to your ears. 

You can really understand how he was made to be attractive. Made for people to want to have sex with him.  

You feel yourself getting wet and you decide to move things a little. You start to unbutton his shirt and he gets the hint and helps you out of your pyjamas. Running your hands over his body, you really appreciate everything you see. You squeeze one of his pecs while he leans down to kiss along your neck. So good, you could play with just his chest for the whole night. 

“Let’s go to bed,” you whisper and he stops sucking hickeys into your collarbone and nods eagerly with a smile. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and takes them off with surprising elegance. 

He’s not wearing anything under his jeans and you can’t help your curiosity, so your eyes get immediately lured to his cock. It’s not like there is any kind of pretense anymore so you just stare unashamedly. He’s a nice decent size, not too big, but definitely not too small either, with adequate thickness and pretty shape. And it’s uncut, you notice, and you can feel yourself start to salivate. Everything about him is simply perfect. 

He throws the pants away and takes you by the hand to your bed. You’re almost expecting him to push you roughly on the bed and straight up ravage you, but no such thing happens. Instead of that, he surprises you by getting on the bed alone, setting himself up on all fours, waiting. He even throws a sexy smoldering bedroom eyes look over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously. 

“Waiting for you to fuck me,” he sighs and lowers down his upper body to rest on the bed, in face down ass up position, to make himself look even more attractive and fuckable. 

You would be lying if you didn’t find it hot, but you can clearly see there is some kind of misunderstanding going on right now. 

“Like, in your ass? And how would I do that? Not sure if you have noticed, but I am a woman and I don’t have a dick,” you ask him, wildly gesturing around your crotch. 

He seems caught off guard by that. He drops down on the bed and sits up, looking confused. 

“Oh. I’m sorry. I guess…. I did not consider that?”

“How could you not?” you ask in complete disbelief. “You’re an incubus, for fuck’s sake!” 

“Uh..well yeah, but so far I’ve been sent only to men.” he scratches his head awkwardly. He’s blushing and definitely embarrassed by this situation.  

”I’m actually sort of new to this? And, usually we don’t get sent to women until we get some practice. Men are easier to satisfy, like, it’s mostly enough to just be there, so we sort of have to earn being sent to women. But Hyunjae - uh sorry, that’s our dispatcher demon - he said that he thinks that I am ready and that he’s getting unusually high sexual energy levels from you, so you will definitely know what to do with me. I should know better than to trust Hyunjae, but…” he shakes his head. 

“So like, what are we going to do now?” you ask, getting impatient. Ah, a way to be disappointed… 

“Uh, do you like… have a strap-on, perhaps?” he beeps meekly, looking down at his hands folded in his lap awkwardly. 

You roll your eyes. “Actually, I do. But fucking you with plastic cock will not make me cum, so it’s pointless, isn’t it?” 

“Ah…” he sighs. He seems to be thinking for a moment. You let him go through whatever thought process he has in his mind, gathering all the patience you’re capable of.

“Okay, I guess it’s time to be a man.” He straightens up, and looks up at you, with newfound determination in his eyes. 

“If you excuse my inexperience, I would like to continue with our arrangement as we agreed beforehands.” 

“Really?” you doubt. “What convinced you?”

“Uh. Honestly? I’m still scared, but I doubt I will have another chance to have my first time with a woman with someone as attractive as you,” he replies and you smile smugly. Even in case he’s buttering you up a little, it’s the correct answer. 

“And also, Hyunjae will laugh at me forever if I chicken out,” he shrugs. Well, can’t have it all, you snort. 

He reaches his hand to you and you take it, joining him in bed. You lie down and let him lean over you so that he can kiss you. It doesn’t take long to build up the atmosphere again and after a few moments the kiss gets really heated. His hands are roaming all over your body, touching and squeezing, learning where everywhere you’re sensitive and where it feels good. 

He lowers his head to suck on your nipples while you’re just lying down and enjoying his attention and you use the opportunity to reach for his cock. He’s already fully hard again, wet with precum and pretty much ready to go. You pump it a few times and he hums in appreciation with your nipple in his mouth. He clearly figures out this is the way to go and copies you, brushing his hand down your body to your pussy, fingers dipping between your folds, just to find out how wet you are. 

He rubs gently over your clit and he does it already with perfect pressure and angle, clearly executing his talent and special ability to figure out in an instant, what would make you tick.

“Hmmm, so good, you’re doing well, Jacob,” you praise him and he lifts his head from your tits to smile at you, happy that he seems to get the hang of it. He kisses you again while he keeps touching your pussy and you know at this point he could easily get you off like that - but that’s not what you want right now. 

“Wanna try it first from the opposite side?” you talk low into his ear and gently push him off you, so that you can settle into the same face-down-ass-up position he did just a while ago. 

“Oh, yeah, that sounds really good,” he situates himself right behind you and looks down between your bodies. 

“Do I just..put it in?” he hesitates. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle. You’re dripping wet and definitely more than ready. “At this point it’s the only thing left to do.”

“Okay,” he breathes out, bracing himself at the last moment and pushes in. “Ohhh,” he lets out a moan, and you peek over your shoulder to look at him. His eyes are closed and mouth open in pure bliss. 

“Oh god, please, Y/N, can I move?” he begs, his hips already thrusting into you a little, as if he’s not able to completely stop himself from fucking. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. “You don’t have to hold back, I’m sure you’ll figure it out quickly.”

He doesn’t waste even a second and starts fucking you with strong hard strokes, and the only thing you can do is hold on to the bed sheets for your dear life. You would never guess that this is his first time fucking, he’s already getting the perfect tempo and depth, and his cock feels so good as if he was made exactly for you. 

He’s holding onto your waist, fucking you vigorously, while letting out heavenly sounding moans, his cock stretching you in the most delightful way. His tempo is unwavering and as he’s fucking you, he pushes you even lower by your waist and the change of angle makes you lose your mind with pleasure. His cock is rubbing into all the best spots inside you, and you are almost screaming with pleasure, barely having the presence of mind to try to sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, but you don’t even have time to do that and you’re already coming, just from his cock. You bury your face into the pillow as you moan and gasp through your orgasm and his relentless fucking is just prolonging it more and more, and you can’t even tell clearly, but it feels like you’re coming for a second time too. 

Jacob behind you is also gasping and moaning and he lets himself cum as if on command only at the moment he feels you come down from your orgasm, pumping you full of cum, until it drips from you on the bed when he finally pulls out. 

He drops next to you on the bed, just as you slump down on your belly. He’s barely out of breath, even after such strenuous activity. You reach out a hand to pet his chest.

“Wow, not bad at all for a first timer,” you sigh in bliss. “I should have expected such talent from an incubus,” you turn to smile at him and kiss him, just to meet his eyes, wide open in surprise. 

“H-how are you not falling asleep? People usually drop dead right after.. ” he stutters, completely taken aback. 

You shrug. “To be honest, I’m not even tired.” 

You stretch like a cat to help your stiffened muscle, then roll over and push him lying down to bed and straddle his lap. 

“Next round? I’ll teach you how to eat pussy.”

***3 hours later***

“Oh god, Jacob, ah,” you moan while he’s fucking into you from behind, spooning on the bed. He’s all read and sweaty and out of breath, fucking you despite being oversensitive and probably in pain, but you’re not letting him stop, not until you cum again. He brings his hand in front of you, rubbing at your clit to get you off, fighting a cramp in his wrist. He’s completely ruined, you realize as he’s whining into your ear, when you finally spasm with orgasm in his embrace. 

He buries his face into your neck, breathing heavily. He seems to not even care anymore about whether he gets to cum too, since it’s probably too painful for him at this point. 

“One more?” you taunt him. 

He groans and pulls away. 

“I-I think I got enough energy from you now, thank you. Actually, I think it’s counterproductive to continue now, and I am starting to lose it,” he stutters. He stumbles out of bed, clearly completely fucked out, his muscles screaming in pain. Aww, you think. 

“Uh, I think I have to go now. But, uhh,” he blushes, forcing himself to look at you. 

“This was really great and I learnt a lot, I hope I was able to catch up with you at least a little. Even though I doubt so. Uhh,” he clears his throat. “I can visit you some other time too, if you would like to. Maybe you can show me some other new things?” 

“Sure,” you nod nonchalantly. You’re not even hiding your satisfaction about wearing out an actual incubus like that. 

“Okay, thank you,” he bows a little. He quickly grabs his clothes and quite fucking literally jumps out of your window naked into the night. 

You run to the window and lean out of it, shouting after him. 

“Hey! Bring your demon friend next time!”  

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cece’s note repost from my other account pt. one so if u think uve seen this u probably have lmao ‧ pairing jacob bae x reader ‧ genre user ceebit smut debut… ‧ wc pls don’t ask me questions i can’t answer

“keep your eyes ahead. you know i don’t like repeating myself.”

you’re trying. and you know he knows, eyes trained on your every move for the past hour, but his words still bite. a whimper falls past your lips, low in sound as you fight to keep from looking away.

because the sight in front of you is sinful. his smile his faint, expression easygoing as always, but the more your gaze travels downward, the more the coil just below your stomach threatens to snap. your following exhale is broken, and he hums something soft in acknowledgment.

his shirt brushes against bare skin and you’re reminded about the state of your undress—and you look away from the mirror with something akin to embarrassment. jacob tuts lowly, lips brushing just shy of your ear when he frowns, and sighs quietly.

“you never learn,” he mutters, free hand moving to gently turn your head back forward. “what am i going to do with you?”

you sniffle quietly, lips parted to give some kind of an answer you think he might be willing to accept, but his fingers curl right when you take a breath and you lungs wheeze out something strangled instead.

“that’s new,” he notes, pleasant surprise written across his features. your head spins and spins and spins. “didn’t know you could do that.” do it again, is the underlying meaning, and a few tears slide down your cheeks.

you know he doesn’t mean to make you cry. jacob is far from the kind to even exude any kind of anger towards you—patience personified, you sometimes claim—but to put toying with your emotions behind closed doors beneath him? his touch deliberate even in front of others?

you’ve made that mistake more than once. he’s right, you know. you haven’t learned, but he’s more than happy to push and prode and take until it sticks.

“close—please.” voice warbled, fresh tears fill your waterline the more his relentless pace keeps up. he only hums faintly in response, seemingly amused by your weak attempts at closing your legs. “can i—i need—”

“go ahead.”

your body sags against his with relief, nails digging into his arms as words you’re sure are well off coherency spill past your lips. static buzzes in your ears against the heightened feeling of denied orgasms past—god, please the only thing you hear your voice turned hoarse plead almost pathetically.

he takes pity on you. like he always does, thumb swiping over your clit the same moment his lips brush against your neck, grazing the skin ever so softly, and oh—something white hot lights a spark up your entire spine. you think you might be crying but you can’t feel anything but his hands and the slow expanse of your lungs desperately trying to suck in air.

“pretty,” he coos, voice low at a whisper, and you can only duck your head and try to catch your breath.

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Invitation | Jacob Bae

SUMMARY: never would you have thought to have instantly clicked with the one and only idol Jacob Bae, within a short period. when he finally invites you to take a further step in your relationship with one another, how could you possibly refuse?

PAIRING: idol Jacob x afab! reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: french kissing, pet names, oral (afab! reader receiving), fingering (afab! reader receiving), p in v sex, protected sex (we cheered), man's doing it from behind

WORD COUNT: 2,354

A/N: @zzoguri this was written for you 😚 i hope you like it 🥺

It has been a couple of weeks since your mutual friends introduced you both to one another.

You were in your final years in college and had little to no connections to many boys in your life. You were the type to always hide in the library or the quiet reading rooms scattered throughout campus, wanting to avoid indulging in all of the parties or chaos around you. With that, you were definitely not a regular on the college’s party scene. Attending frat parties or clubs would be the last thing you want to do on a Friday night, choosing to snuggle up in bed with your favourite snacks and drinks while watching your favourite TV shows. 

Naturally, your friends were starting to worry about your love life—convinced that you wouldn’t be able to find someone even until graduation came in a year. Hence, they decided to be good samaritans and tried their best to find one that would suit your type to the best of their abilities. 

Your close group of friends knew how you’ve always had a soft spot for music, and it’s something that you have always been passionate about besides the current course you were taking in college. It was probably pure luck when one of your buddies was mutual friends with an actual idol from one of the most famous boy bands of the year.

Given your personality, she was convinced that you and Jacob Bae were a perfect match with one another. Thanks to her luck, she secured a few tickets for you to attend their ongoing concert—The Boyz 2nd World Tour: Zeneration. 

Wishing that she would finally shut up about meddling with your love life, you decided to give it a go and went to the first day of the concert. Unbeknownst to you, you start taking interest in the man himself. 

It was the way he presented himself on stage—the way his body moved according to the rhythm and vibe of each song perfectly, his harmonious voice that suited each of the songs from the setlist, not to mention the outfits he was given to wear (especially during the opening where he wore a see-through shirt with his hair all slicked back good lord). 

When you finally got to meet him in person backstage after the concert, he was a man you would fall for and would immediately be listed down in your “men whom I surprisingly approve of and will trust with the rest of my life” book.

He was so calm and friendly that he could break off the ice between you two even though you’ve just met, and it was how you were engaged in every conversation you’ve had with him. You definitely were a little upset when they had to call it a night as they had to prepare for the upcoming concerts for the rest of the week. But he managed to grab a few more tickets for you and your friends so that you could come again during the tour's encore and final day. 

Fast forward to the present day, you were at the backstage waiting for the rest of the members to arrive. It took about 10 minutes before all 11 members came down to thank all the staff and visit all the guests that had arrived to support them on their final day. It took a while for Jacob to finally make his way towards you, but when he did, he absolutely couldn’t leave your side in the slightest bit. 

Something in the air made both of you seemingly attracted to one another, even though you had just met for the second time. It was as if you both were drawn to each other, wanting to know more and deepen the relationship you both have created. 

He gently grabs hold of one of your hands into his, caressing it before opening his mouth to suggest the plans for the rest of the day. 

“Say, there is this really nice restaurant not too far from here that I occasionally dine in whenever I feel for a candlelight dinner. Care to join me for the night?” He asked in such a sweet way, how could you say no?

Without much hesitation, you quickly nodded your head before he made some arrangements to inform his managers and your friends that you both would make a quick dinner and that he would bring you back home safely by the end of the night. 

Seeing this as a sign, your friends immediately encouraged you to take up the offer, convinced that this would be the start of a spark to happen between you two. 

For the first time in a while, you actually agreed with your friends on this for once.

It was a rather fancy restaurant that had the Parisian vibes to it. You could tell how it would be a place where idols would occasionally indulge after a long day of work, especially when they have just finished a concert tour. 

Jacob, being the kind gentlemen that he was, ensured that you’ve always felt comfortable and would bring up a variety of topics to talk about—which you deeply appreciated because gradually, he was slowly pulling out from your bubble, getting you to open up to him more. 

You were glad that you weren’t the only one who showed interest in the other party. Otherwise, it would’ve been an awkward one-sided relationship. There was just something about you that drew in him, and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was either. All he knew was that he was desperate to try to get to know you better, and eventually, he definitely thought about taking a step further in the relationship you both have now. 

The dinner went on smoothly and he offered to pay for the meal at the end, much to your disagreement. 

A gentleman should always pay on the first date, no? 

Those words lingered in your mind, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

As you both exited the restaurant, he somehow volunteered to be your chauffeur, clearly wanting to keep you as long as he could to himself. 

“If you are free for the night, would you like to come over to my place?” 

“Woah, Jacob. Aren’t you taking this a little too far? What makes you think I’d return to your place that quickly?” You joked. 

“What if I said I have got the best liquor saved just for you, some good music to vibe to, a comfy sofa and a cosy atmosphere to indulge you for the night? Would you agree to my proposal?” 

Now that was tempting. Given both of your similar interests in music (and good liquor), it was very hard to reject the man’s offer. You knew that it should be a red flag for someone to invite you back to their comfort place that quickly, especially when you two are just friends at the moment, nothing else. 

But somehow, you just couldn’t turn down his offer. In fact, you wanted to know more about him too. 

In return, you smiled back at him while taking a step closer so that you were mere centimetres apart from each other’s faces. 

“That is a yes in my books.”

One thing led to another, and you both began feeling tipsy. And before you knew it, you were both kissing one another on the sofa. 

You were both finishing up the last drop of the liquor bottle that Jacob owned among his stash of wines and when you both looked into each other’s eyes, you knew that you were far too gone to even think rationally at this point. 

Jacob bent down his face to yours in slow motion, and within seconds you felt his hot mouth infused with the sweet wine he had just consumed earlier all over your mouth. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he then slipped his hands down to the curve of your sides to rest on your hips as he drew you in. You didn’t expect how much of a prodigy he was with his tongue, casually slipping and wrapping itself onto yours. 

God, this whole session was causing you to lose your breath, your pants getting more visible as the minutes passed. Jacob noticed how much you enjoyed it and proposed a better idea. 

“Won’t you—crawl up in my bed—with me.” He asked in between the kisses. 

“What makes you—think that I would agree with that?” You asked while trying to catch your breath.

“For one, you would be cosy up in the sheets and I’ll make you feel good and care for you. Will you accept the invitation?” 

If you did, you already knew where this was going. Having sex when technically this was only your second time meeting one another? It would be absolute insanity. 

But you were already deep in this whole situation and ready to let loose for the night. 

“Show me what you’ve got then.” You challenged the male. 

Immediately, he carried you into his room and laid you down gently on his comfy sheets. He slowly undressed you, only leaving your underwear on as you laid your stomach down on the sheets. 

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you, hmm?” 

Accepting his proposal, you laid your head on your arms and crossed them on the sheets.

Closing your eyes, you start to hear how he has walked behind you, undressing himself before slowly climbing onto the bed with you. 

Instantly, he bent down and began to fidget with your core, slowly rubbing it, earning a soft moan that escaped your mouth. 

“Does it feel good, baby?” 

You nodded your head and he knew he could proceed onwards with his care. He slowly increased his speed before finally coming into contact with his mouth upon your core, kissing and sucking them.

“Mmmh… yes… keep going, Jacob.” Your moans sounded so sweet to his ears, and that was when he knew his care was effective after all. It was then he decided to insert two of his fingers into your core while he continued to suck on it simultaneously. 

God, you were on cloud nine. It just felt so sickly good. 

“M-more… Jacob… please… don’t stop.” Purely on instinct, you decided to spread open your legs more to give him access to your entrance. And how you’d actually wish him to finger you deeper within. 

It went on for a few more minutes before you both knew you were about to reach your high. Jacob gives you the consent to cumming around his fingertips, and that was exactly what you did when you released your sweet love juice around his fingers. He takes them out from your core before placing them into his mouth, savouring them all without leaving a single drop. 

“God, you taste so f*cking good.” 

Just when you thought he was done, he opened up one of the drawers by his bedside to reveal a condom that he was about to place over his member. He asked you for your consent first to see if you were willing actually to do the deed with him. 

“What makes you think I would say no after you literally just made me cum?” 

He smirked. “That’s what I like to hear.” 

Once he was done adjusting his member to the entrance of your core, he slowly pushed in as he climbed further up onto your back so that he was hovering over you completely now. 

“God, Y/N. You’re so tight for me.” 

“Then do your magic and help me loosen up, sweetheart.” You whined, already wanting him to go fast on you. 

“Such an impatient one, aren’t you?” 

With your consent, he instantly picked up his speed and went as fast as you would’ve preferred. There is nothing about going slow and gradually picking up his pace whatsoever. He grabs both of your hips and pounds into you continuously, checking up on you ever so often by leaning in to kiss you on your forehead. 

You just looked so goddamn attractive to him at the moment. Your bareback, the way your long brown hair flowed down onto your back, and god, your moans. He swears he would definitely record them down so that he could listen to them all day at all times if he has to. 

Especially when he needs that motivation right before heading up on stage before a performance. 

 “J-Jacob… I’m cumming…” You mewled. 

“Cum for me then, baby. Do it with me.” He groaned.

With a few more powerful thrusts, you both reach your highs simultaneously and instantly release your juices together. He slowly pulls out his member from you and lays beside you as he reconnects his lips with yours. 

“Our connection is something else, don’t you think? Perhaps we are really meant for one another.” Jacob announced, making himself clear while he was still panting from the intense workout. 

“Gee, I had no idea you were this obsessed with me. What makes you think I’m special in your eyes?”

“I wouldn’t have asked you to attend another day of the concert and take you out to dinner if I weren’t interested in you.”

You both burst out in laughter before reconnecting your lips once again. But it all came to a halt when you suddenly realised how you had forgotten to keep your friends updated about the night, surely you have to return home sooner or later-

“Why don’t you stay over for the night? At least stay with me till the sun rises.” Jacob proposed, which, to be fair, was valid—you were in no shape to be able to walk normally after that intense session you both have just done. 

“I can’t. My friends would worry about me.” 

“Hmm. I think I could fix that.” 

He gently takes your phone from you while having your consent to type out the message that he would send to the mutual friend you’ve both had.

🍐: change of plans, i’m keeping Y/N with me for the night. fyi, we’re more than just friends at this point. 

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[qu0kkarambles]

Day 12 - Bae Jacob

Authors note- day 12! This is very soft and fluffy but still smut (kinda). Hope you enjoy!

Warnings- smut (minors dni), aftercare, sub drop, non-verbal sub, mentions of intense scenes, overstimulation, mentions of edging

‘Fuck, so close fu-‘

Your moans filled the room, your boyfriend deep inside you as you reached your high. He continued to thrust deep into you, pushing you into overstimulation as he chased his own release.

‘That’s it slut, just like that fuck’

His words filled your head, your mind becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as he spoke. Your legs were shaking, your body feeling almost numb from the hours of edging and teasing, only to now be thrust into overstimulation. It was too much for you to handle, a small tear falling down your cheek.

As he reached his high, his hips stilled, and you could feel his release filling you up. As his weight fell on top of you, you couldn’t speak. Your brain was fuzzy, words failing before they made it to your mouth.

It had been an intense scene, carefully planned for days in advance, and one you had thoroughly enjoyed. But now, you felt everything all at once, the overwhelming feeling of everything almost crushing you.

He pulled his weight from you, reaching to the bedside drawers for a tissue, cleaning himself off quickly.

Quickly, but not quick enough. The moments without his contact felt like hours, and soon you were sobbing, tears free falling down your face as you tried to fold your body in on itself. As soon as he heard your cries, he rushed to your side, his fingers threading through your hair as he whispered praises in your ear.

‘Princess, hey? You did so good. So good for me baby, come here’ his voice was soft, quiet in your ear as he pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping firmly around your body. You couldn’t move, your limbs heavy, but even if you tried his arms would hold you in place.

Your breathing gradually evened out, his words penetrating your mind as your eyes dried slightly, your tears finally stopping. Your skin was prickled with goosebumps, areas of your skin sticky with various substances from the earlier scene, quickly drying down.

You whines as Jacob lightly pulled away from you, his eyes smiling fondly down at you as he snuggled back into you, his phone now in his hand. He sent a quick message to a groupchat, putting the phone down soon after to continue to dote on you. Now that your tears had subdued, he offered you a drink from the water bottle he kept by the bed, small sips refreshing you as he held the bottle steady for you.

As he was about to offer you a small snack, a small knock sounded at the door, followed by a small ‘hyung, it’s ready.’

You could barely hear the voice, too out of it to try and recognise who it belonged to. Before you could think too long on who it could be, Jacob was scooping you into his arms, his grip firm on you as he carried you bridal style from the room. It was barely a few steps from the door to the bathroom, but once in the smaller room, he gently placed you to sit on the toilet, his hands gently trailing the sides of your thighs.

‘You ready to get in baby?’ He asked, his tone soft as he nodded toward the bathtub. The tub was full, steam flowing over the top as bubbles overflowed. With a small nod, you reached for him again, his strong arms helping lift you into the warm soapy water. He moved to sit beside the bath, but your pout changed his mind and instead he slipped in behind you, your back resting on his chest.

His arms lay gently on your stomach, softly washing away anything left there, the soft lather almost hypnotic as you watched the bubbles form and disappear. He tried coaxing conversation from you, but you both knew it wouldn’t work. You were always non-verbal after intense scenes, and as long as you were still fuzzy, your words wouldn’t come back to you.

After a long soak in the bath, and with freshly washed hair, he wrapped you both in a warm towel, hurrying you back to the warmth of his bed. You didn’t know who was responsible, but the bed sheets had been changed, fresh ones ready for you to snuggle into. Across the room, a small tray of crisps, biscuits and chocolates, as well as a few more water bottles awaited you. You made a mental note to thank whoever was responsible, as soon as you were in a better headspace.

Snuggling under the covers, you pulled Jacob closer to you, cuddling into his scent as he pulled the blankets over you, an old Disney film beginning in the background. It wasn’t long before you were asleep, your head still fuzzy from the days events, but content and safe knowing Jacob was beside you.

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REFLECTIONS

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.07k

GENRES smut lol

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, fawn writing about jacob bae yet again but i swear this time was necessary!!!, porn without plot but also if u squint there’s a little bit of plot, roommates/best friends with mutual pining, i mixed so many tropes in here tbh, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), mirror sex, soft? dom!jacob, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY the two times jacob bae derails your saturday night plans.

MORE FAWNTOBER DAY 2 IS A GOOOOO 😈 i’m actually doing pretty well timing wise and as far as im concerned, i’ll actually pull this thing off 😭 anyways.. enjoy!! pls remember to reblog if u liked what u read! and stay tuned for the rest of the fics coming out this month <3

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If it were up to you, you would just stay home for the evening. You’d kick your feet up into the ottoman and put on a random movie, latched onto Jacob’s side like a little leech. You were lucky your roommate was just as much of a cuddler as you were. It’d be kind of awkward if he wasn’t.

Unfortunately, your Saturday night plans would have to be postponed.

“It’s gonna be fun, N/N, I promise,” he tries to convince you, hands clasped together. “Sangyeon even said he’d pay your tab.”

“But I’m tired, Cobie,” you pout, knowing full well that your puppy dog eyes would always be his weakness, even if he’d never admit it to himself. “I don’t wanna go out tonight.”

He must’ve really been looking forward to going out and meeting up with the guys if not even your guilt-tripping face worked on him. He goes off on a tangent about how you always stay in, and despite loving that to an extent, sometimes he wants to enjoy a night out. You were still confused as to why he didn’t just go by himself. Why did he have to bring you along with him?

It’s not like you were dating or anything. You were just roommates. Really close roommates. Roommates who cuddled every other night. Roommates who often found themselves sleeping in the other’s bed rather than their own. Roommates who were so undeniably attracted to each other but masked it by pretending they weren’t.

Couldn’t you have been sucked into a different trope?

“I just think you’re not giving the idea enough credit,” he raises his hands in surrender. “Besides, wouldn’t you feel left out? Wouldn’t you get major FOMO?”

You sigh. He had a point. Even if you didn’t really want to go clubbing, knowing all of your friends were there without you would make you sad. Imposter syndrome came way too easily for you. “Fine, I guess I’ll go.”

Jacob fist bumps the air, dragging you from the couch to your bedroom so you could start getting ready. He knows you take a while and the arranged meet up time was two hours from the current time. You move as quickly as you can, because even if you were only interested half heartedly, you didn’t want to be late. Especially because Jacob had a knack for constantly being punctual.

You kiss your teeth as you stare at your closet after you’ve finished showering and doing your hair and makeup. You felt like there was nothing good enough to wear. This wasn’t just a bar that you usually frequented, so you couldn’t dress casually. But it also wasn’t so fancy that you had to go over the top either. And for some reason, none of your clothes could fall into the perfect in-between category.

There was one dress.

You hadn’t worn it in a while, mostly because you never found the occasion to and it brought bad memories. It was a confidence booster, that was for sure. A tight black dress that stopped just below your ass and showed the perfect amount of cleavage. The moment you put it on, it’s like you’re a new person.

Staring back at you is someone you haven’t seen in a couple years, someone you shoved into the recesses of your subconscious. She used to party every night until she was black out drunk, making out and sleeping with random strangers until she was satisfied. She was stuck in a loop until she became friends with Jacob Bae, eventually moving in to get away from that lifestyle.

You never tell him how grateful you are. Part of you wishes to keep your past buried, hidden from the light of day so you never have to face your mistakes again. But at the same time, you could never tell him thank you enough. For saving you in a way, for helping you close that chapter of your life.

There’s a knock at your door, and you call out a “Come in” before your brain catches up with you. You make eye contact with Jacob in the mirror, watching his expression shift slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable if you were anyone else, but you knew him almost as well as you knew yourself. Maybe better.

He walks up behind you, brushing your hair behind your shoulder with a featherlight touch. “I haven’t seen this one on you in a long time.”

He’s so close to you, it’s kind of driving you crazy. You bite the inside of your lip, trying to keep your voice steady. “Should I wear it?”

His fingers start at your waist, trailing down to the hem of your dress. His knuckles skim across the bare skin of your exposed thigh, provoking your body to shudder. “Hmm, I’m not too sure,” Jacob rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror. “Seeing you in this is making me rethink going out tonight. Kinda wanna keep you here, all to myself, like that night at Hyunjae’s party.”

Okay, so perhaps you might’ve skipped a tiny detail in the retelling of your first encounter with Jacob Bae.

The reason you two became friends was because he actually happened to be one of those random strangers you slept with. It was a stroke of luck that you kept in contact with him after that night, considering he was supposed to be nothing more than a nameless face. But he was cute and he was funny, so when he asked to hang out a few days later you couldn’t help but cave in.

“Jacob…” You breathe, chest rising and falling rapidly. “D-Don’t you wanna see the boys?”

His lips press to the juncture between your neck and collarbone, a soft kiss that already packs your head with cotton. He hums into your skin, hands bunching up your dress around your hips. Someone was impatient. “Not important. We can reschedule.”

You didn’t want to reschedule. You wanted to get out of this apartment, fully clothed, with an excuse to ignore the hammering of your heart in your rib cage and the fluttering down there. If you stayed here any longer, Jacob would successfully charm his way into your pants. (Dress?) And you didn’t want to think about the consequences that may come with.

But it’s not like he gives you much of a choice, invading your headspace with every nip and suck of your jugular and jaw. His slender fingers run a line down the front of your panties, a small groan leaving the back of his throat when he feels how wet you are for him. With heavy eyelids, you watch the entire thing in the mirror, lips parting with a gasp at the sight.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses in your ear, pulling you backward so the two of you are sitting on the edge of your bed, still facing your mirror. “You want me just as bad don’t you?”

You whine, squirming as he dips his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, collecting your slick and smearing it all over your lower lips. He helps you shimmy out of your panties and dress, leaving you completely nude for him. His fingers resume their previous activities, easily pumping the ring and middle digits in and out of your cunt. His free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on his movements.

“Cobie,” you whimper, spreading your legs wider to give both of you a better view. “Feels so good…”

His thumb circles your clit, mouth beside your ear to whisper all the filthy things he wants to do to you. Your toes curl at the same time his fingers do, brushing that sweet spot in your pussy. A strangled moan escapes you as you hit your climax, walls tightening around his fingers and back arching into his chest.

“That was so hot. You did so well for me,” he praises, thumb rubbing lazy patterns into your clit to bring you back down. “I just need you to do that on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, hands reaching behind yourself to free him from his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in your haste. “Need you inside of me already.”

You hope Jacob doesn’t have high expectations for you since you came so quickly with just his fingers. You’re not sure if he’s anticipating you to last longer with his cock. From what you remember, he wasn’t the longest, but he was definitely the thickest, and that’s what scared you the most. You were afraid of how full he’d make you feel.

Once the clothes from his bottom half are removed, you risk a glance at his dick in the mirror, your pussy clenching around nothing. Despite not knowing if you’d be able to take him without turning into a blubbering mess, you really wanted to try. You wanted him to fill you up like a plug in a bathtub drain.

He takes his girth in one hand, sliding his dick through your folds languidly, lubricating himself with the wetness of your cunt. He groans in your ear again, squeezing your hip to steel himself. “You ready for me?”

Your head bobs up and down quickly, patience wearing thin. He chuckles before impaling you on his cock, both of you moaning from the feeling of one another. The stretch burns, but it’s fucking heavenly, your pussy feeling so stuffed you can barely think. (Not that your thoughts were coherent beforehand anyway.)

“You’re— oh god, Jacob— you’re s-so deep,” you mewl, hands supporting yourself on his thighs. “I feel so full.”

He keeps his grip on your waist, fucking up into you as slowly as he can as to not disrupt your adjustment to his cock. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder, lips parted with a gasp every time he thrusts into your tight pussy. He shakes his head, urging you to stay upright.

“I need you to keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. Watch me fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Jacob commands, voice as deep as his dick inside of you.

You comply, hooded eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head when you take in the sight of him bouncing you on his cock. Your nails dig into his skin, lip splitting from the force in which you’re biting it. He looks so hot, focused on getting you both to that peak you desperately need to reach.

It’s such a stark contrast to the sweet Jacob Bae you’re used to, this one pounding into you without mercy, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. That first time you had sex, years ago, was pretty vanilla thanks to you both having a little too much to drink that night. You don’t even think you remembered most of it. Had you known he was such a freak, maybe you wouldn’t have pretended your attraction to him was nonexistent. Maybe this would’ve happened a lot sooner.

You don’t dwell on that regret much longer, Jacob yanking your attention back in by rubbing your clit with his middle finger. The amount of overstimulation fogs your vision, voluminous, pornographic level moans reverberating around the room. The words bubbling past your lips don’t make any sense, reduced to babbling until an encouragement is uttered into your ear.

“Cum on my cock, sweetheart,”

A cry is ripped from your vocal cords, your body writhing above him and continuing even after he’s orgasmed inside of you, fucking his cum into your cunt as he calms you down. You whimper when he grasps your jaw once more, egging you on to stare at the mixture of your cum running down your legs.

You both look absolutely feral, skin sticky with sweat and chests heaving up and down as if you’d ran a marathon. Jacob makes no move to pull out, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, back and shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut as a wave of exhaustion rushes over you.

“I think you’re pretty close to succeeding in your mission,” you say hoarsely. “I can hardly function right now.”

He laughs, such a melodic sound it almost doesn’t belong in your current setting. “Yeah? Do you wanna help me pass it?”

And in spite of being on the brink of passing out, who are you to deny such a promising offer?

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"I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside / I wanna reach out and touch the flame." — U2. (1987). Where the Streets Have No Name.

彡 ch: hayden christensen 「 � 」

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✩ the angel in the garden | SUMMARY: hayden is the gardener to the grounds of the estate you reside. the wayward home for girls is meant to straighten you out, however hayden has other plans for you. chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

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── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

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── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

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── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

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Summary: You’re vocal about how much you appreciate him going to the gym. He wants to show you how beautiful your body is to him. Pairing: Jacob x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: implied body image issues, language Smut Warnings: body worshiping, protected sex, praise kink Word Count: 1,167 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ IT’s You by Ateez

Jacob’s been going to the gym consistently with his friends Eric and Kevin for several months now. The progress he’s made is noticeable and completely drool-worthy. Of course, you’ve always talked about getting in shape. Not that you’re unhealthy. It would just be a good outlet for your physical and mental health. There are, of course, days like today when you feel like utter shit about yourself. Jacob is out with his friends at the gym, and you’re just home. You could join a gym membership and go, but you always have an excuse. The primary one is that you don’t want to go alone. Could you join Jacob? Yes, but you don’t want to be the tag-along girlfriend. Jacob has even offered to have you join the three of them. Still, that insecurity block stands in your way. 

You busy yourself with tidying around your shared apartment. However, what was originally tidying became a deep cleaning. As you grow hotter, you change into a cropped tank top and a pair of loose shorts. You’re quite literally on top of the kitchen counter, scrubbing the top shelf of the cupboards when Jacob gets home.

“Hi, love.” He chuckles, kissing your thigh lightly, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, “I just wanted to clean. How was the gym?”

“Same as always. Shower stalls were open today, so I got to shower before coming home.” He smiles at you, “You only ever clean like this when stressed. What’s on your mind, love.”

Jacob wraps his arms around your legs just below your butt and pulls you down to be stood in front of him. You turn around to face him properly and see his concerned expression. His eyes search yours for any sign of what the issue may be. You look away and start picking at your fingers. Jacob quickly takes your hands in his and stops you from picking. Your eyes travel across his body, noting how muscular he’s become, especially in the last few months.

“You’re taking care of your body so well, and it makes me anxious knowing I could be doing something about taking care of mine, but I just don’t. I know it’s completely my fault, but I still can’t help it.” You admit.

Jacob smiles softly and kisses your forehead, “I think you’re perfect the way you are. If you really do want to start working out, you know the guys would love to have you join us.”

“But what if–”

“What if nothing.” He cuts you off, “If you want to join us, then you’ll join us.”

Jacob wraps his arms around you, holding you tight against his toned body. You sink into his touch and finally start to relax. That lingering insecurity about your body still stays in the back of your mind. Your boyfriend knows you better than anyone; he still senses the tension in your body.

“Let me show you just how beautiful I know you are.” He nearly whispers.

You look at him and see the genuine love in his eyes, “You just got home, though. Aren’t you tired after your workout?”

He shakes his head, “No, let me show you how damn beautiful you are to me.”

Jacob leans down and kisses you softly. Even if the kisses are fluttery, barely there, you can feel the emotion through your soul. He squeezes your body against him again. Your hands wander up his arms and wrap around his shoulders. His muscular body makes a shiver run down your spine and settle in your core. Jacob easily lifts you up and carries you to your shared bedroom. His lips stay on yours in a soft yet passionate kiss as he lays you down on the bed. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh. The only time his lips leave yours is when he finally strips you of your clothing. 

“So gorgeous.” He muses under his breath, “So damn gorgeous and all mine.”

He starts to trail kisses all over your body. Any bare skin he can reach is immediately covered in kisses. Each kiss is tender and conveys a million emotions in one action. He kisses down your jaw to your chest, across your belly, and all over your legs. Each time he places a kiss, he pauses for a moment to look at you, ensuring that you’re still comfortable.

“Jacob,” you practically whine as he kisses your inner thighs.

Jacob places a few more kisses just out of reach of your soaked core before looking at your eyes again. His pupils are blown wide with pleasure, even if he’s not on the receiving end. 

“Everything okay, my love?” He asks softly.

You nod and shift your hips, “Just need you. Right now.”

Jacob chuckles lightly before standing up fully. He starts stripping, and you happily watch as more and more of his muscular body becomes visible to you. As he tosses the last item of clothing off to the side, he turns toward the bedside table. He roots through it for a moment before pulling a condom from the drawer. Your eyes stay locked on his cock as he rolls the condom down his shaft. He groans at the feeling before turning back to you and quickly finding his place between your legs. You whimper as he grinds against your pussy for a few moments. You’re wet enough that you don’t need prep at all, and feeling him grinding against your bare folds doesn’t help at all. 

“You ready, beautiful?” Jacob asks, a moan invading his tone slightly.

“I need it, please!”

Jacob smiles at you before pushing into you. He drops his head to kiss your breasts. The kisses are wet, and there are small shiny spots that are left behind by his spit. 

“So beautiful, I’m so damn lucky to call you mine.”

Jacob thrusts into you slowly, ensuring you know how loved you are. Despite the motions being slow, you feel the slow burn of arousal run through you. Jacob praises your body, whispering sweet somethings. The insecurities you were fixated on earlier are nowhere near your mind right now, not with how Jacob worships your every curve, edge, and mark. You feel his fingers slip between your bodies, toying with your clit to help your orgasm along. 

Your orgasm burns through you slowly as if each nerve in your body is lit like sparklers. You hear Jacob groan as he stills inside you. He pulls out a moment later and quickly removes and knots the condom before tossing it in the trashcan near your bed. He turns back to you and kisses you all over your exposed skin again.

“You believe me now?” He asks between kisses.

You giggle lightly and lace your fingers in his hair, “I don’t know if I do.”

“I’ll just have to keep doing this over and over until you believe me then.”

“I could think of worse things.”

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being bratty with jacob

cute<3 love brats tbh lol

usually soft dom!jacob who rly tries his hardest to tame u most days, who’s never truly mean mean with u until u rly push his buttons and drive him up the wall

most days that u act up, ur punishments are nothing short of sweet, more of a ‘look what u can get if ur good’ than anything actually punishing.

but days ur just not listening, days ur just pushing him too far— his patience has worn paper thin uh oh!!!! ><

manhandling u over his lap, and u barely get the time to actually process or react before ur pants r wrestled from ur legs and a hand comes down on ur ass in a mean smack!

he’ll just briefly soothe over the skin with rough palms before he repeats it and coldly asks a: ‘is this what you wanted? for me to treat you like a slut? is that all you really are?’

u don’t even get to respond, crying out as he shoves ur head back down so ur facing the floor, might even gag u with his fingers just to get u to shut up

another slap lands on ur ass, harder than the last

‘count it, or we’ll start all over again and i’ll leave you here with nothing at all.’

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