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⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
+ I’m so sorry for not uploading in so long, school has been so hard for me and I’ll promise to upload daily. Thank you for the support on my first smau!! It means a lot to me, thank u bbs <33
nai’s notes 🪽:
jungwon villain era?? heeseung defo out of the pic…(right…?) stay tuned !! I appreciate your thoughts on this smau if there’s anything you’d like to see happen do comment down below
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
+ I’m so sorry for not uploading in so long, school has been so hard for me and I’ll promise to upload daily. Thank you for the support on my first smau!! It means a lot to me, thank u bbs <33
nai’s notes 🪽:
jungwon villain era?? heeseung defo out of the pic…(right…?) stay tuned !! I appreciate your thoughts on this smau if there’s anything you’d like to see happen do comment down below
hi bbs I’m so sorry for not posting.. don’t worry I’ll post a chapter today <3 I’ve been really busy w ALOT of assignments. I sometimes hate being an art student. PROMISE A CHAPTER WILL BE OUT TODAY! <33 love u guys sm.
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⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
genre : comedy, lots of cursing (lmk if missing any!!)
part 6
۶ৎ previous ۶ৎ next ۶ৎ series masterlist
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⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
!! sadly no more adding ppl into the taglist, it’s full!! sorry my bbs
reposts & comments are appreciated o(｀ω´ )o
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(y/n is lowk is denial, long chapter !! sunghoon is just sunghoon and heeseung is sus… also the timing is off but please ignore that)
if you guys have any ideas or suggestions for this smau please please share them😽😽 I’m slowly running out of ideas, just drop anything that you want to happen in this smau!! <33
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players. !! (sunoo is just testing y/n’s and asa’s patience at this time LMAO, sunghoon lowk not being a dick for the first time?? and new character added👀👀)
y/n and asa exchanged a shocked look—more like an “i’m going to kill him” look. sunoo could only slowly walk over to where y/n and asa were standing.
“hiii, my beautiful beloved best friends—”
“WHY IS PARK SUNGHOON AND HIS LITTLE GANG WITH YOU?!” y/n raged, already looking very, very pissed. before sunoo could even mutter out an apology, a voice reached y/n’s ears.
“wsg, pretty.”
she rolled her eyes before looking at him.
“what do you want, park?”
y/n could only snicker before glaring back at sunoo, who gave both of his friends a guilty look.
“hey cutie.”
jay snaked an arm around asa’s shoulder.
“ew, get OFF of me.”
she shoved his arm away—hard. jake could only chuckle.
“hi, pretty ladies. i’m jake!”
y/n just rolled her eyes before intertwining her hand with asa’s and looking at sunoo.
“you owe us.”
as the two girls disappeared from their side, sunghoon watched them leave before saying,
“she wants me so bad.”
sunoo gave him a disgusted look before patting his back.
“whatever helps you sleep at night, bro.”
“ugh, i’m so killing sunoo.”
asa sighed as the two girls reached the bar, immediately ordering strong drinks to help them loosen up.
“ugh, seeing his face just pisses me off,” y/n grumbled.
the bass around them was loud, some weeknd song blasting through the speakers. the atmosphere was lively yet familiar. this had always been their go-to club—the three of them practically had a permanent spot here.
“that jay dude really likes you, huh?” y/n said as they thanked the bartender before taking a sip of their drinks.
“yeah…ig”
“ooo, i sense something.”
y/n shot asa a look that practically screamed tell me everything. asa could only roll her eyes playfully.
“i mean… he’s cute.”
y/n immediately grinned.
“then reply to his texts.”
“you mean the ones where he used ai to generate half of them?”
“at least there’s effort.”
“yeah, i’m good.”
she took another sip of her drink, y/n laughed.
“i mean, it’s still better than a ‘wsg’.”
y/n took a sip of her own drink before adding,
“but players aren’t my type. he’s just hot.”
y/n immediately met asa’s eyes. the amused look on asa’s face made her groan internally.
“you called him hot.”
y/n only shrugged, refusing to look at her.
“and?”
“and that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about park sunghoon.”
“please. i can acknowledge when someone’s attractive without liking them.”
“mhm.”
“i’m serious.”
“sure you are.”
just as they were enjoying their drinks, asa noticed someone staring. more specifically, someone staring at y/n.
“looks like someone’s interested.”
y/n frowned.
“what are you talking about?”
asa subtly pointed toward a guy across the room. sure enough, he was already looking at y/n. when their eyes met, neither of them looked away.
“oh my god,” asa groaned. “enough with the eye-fucking. go talk to him.”
“what? no.”
“y/n.”
“I’m literally sitting right here.”
“and he’s literally staring at you.”
y/n rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink, trying her best to ignore him. unfortunately, asa had other plans. before y/n could react, asa shoved her forward.
“ASA!”
“go!”
y/n shot her one last glare before stumbling in the stranger’s direction, already preparing a list of ways to get revenge on her best friend later.
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⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players. (y/n and asa are men haters 😹😹 and sunoo is jst questionable cus he folds easily for sunghoon(are we surprised))
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players. (sunghoon is a dick…..y/n is so pissed off w sunghoon it’s so funny)
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
02z & sunoo : park sunghoon , park jongseong , sim jaeyun
new character added !
lee heeseung : music producer, song writer
+ additional characters would be added further into the series
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⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n caught the attention of the playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him shooting his shot is impossible when y/n despises players.
愛 \( ˆoˆ )/｡ﾟ박종성꒱ ⌗ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟢ non-idol jay x reader
• jay as your boyfriend #enha bf series ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
⌗𝒘𝒄: 1k+ ┆ ⌗ hii im back aft 8months >_<… sry guys sch has been so hectic with finals coming up but im so glad to be back! decided to do a bf enha series so please look forward to the other members part !! NOT PROOFREAD !!
Y/N was sprawled across the couch in her oversized pajamas, barely paying attention until jay stepped in front of her.
A small basket dangled from his fingers.
“baby if you can fit anything in this basket, I’ll buy it for you.”
Y/N slowly looked up.
Then she smirked.
And that right there was the moment Jay knew he might’ve made a mistake.
“…why do I feel like I shouldn’t have said that?” he muttered, more to himself than to her.
She sat up, stretching lazily like she had all the time in the world, eyes never leaving his.
“you shouldn’t have,” she said simply.
Jay huffed out a quiet laugh, crossing his arms. “You’re overestimating yourself.”
Y/N stood, brushing past him without another word.
“where are you going?” he called after her, turning slightly.
Silence.
Jay stared at the hallway for a second… then let out a low exhale, running a hand through his hair.
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Y/N walked beside jay, her hand wrapped tightly around his.
She suddenly stopped.
Jay barely had time to react before she turned, grabbed his collar and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“watch me.”
And just like that, she was pulling him straight into Olive Young, the tiny basket swinging from her hand.
Jay let out a quiet scoff, but he followed anyway, eyes never leaving her.
This was a mistake.
She moved through the aisles eyes scanning rows of eyeshadow palettes, lip tints, skincare bottles. Every now and then, she’d pick something up, inspect it… then toss it into the basket without a word.
Jay didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush her.
He just watched her, hands in his pockets.
“having fun?” he asked lazily.
Y/N didn’t answer.
Instead, she turned.
Her gaze dropped from his eyes….to his wrist.
Jay noticed immediately.
“…don’t,” he warned, though there was no real bite behind it.
Too late.
She grabbed his arm, tugging his sleeve up without hesitation.
“stay still,” she said, already reaching for a tester.
Jay sighed, glancing down at his arm like it had betrayed him.
“you’re unbelievable.”
But he didn’t pull away.
He just stood there, letting her swipe shades across his skin like he’d already accepted his fate.
“…you’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered.
Jay had somehow ended up carrying her purse on his left shoulder, the tiny basket hooked in the same hand.
His right hand?
Completely occupied… more like being dragged around by Y/N.
His wrist was covered in streaks of color, different shades layered over each other from all the testers she’d tried. At this point, he wasn’t even questioning it anymore he just followed.
“…. you’re really using me like a sample board,” jay muttered under his breath.
She paused suddenly.
Jay almost walked into her.
“what now—”
As she stepped closer and reached up, holding a lip tint between her fingers and before he could finish his sentence, she swiped it across his lips.
“baby, wha—”
“shhh,” she cut him off smoothly. “you brought this on yourself.”
Jay froze for half a second.
Then exhaled through his nose, eyes narrowing slightly but there was no real resistance left.
“…..unbelievable.”
“press,” she instructed, tapping his chin lightly.
He smacked his lips together, slow and deliberate, then looked down at her like he was reconsidering every decision that led him here.
Y/N smiled, satisfied, before tossing the tint into the basket.
At this point, it was already overflowing. Jay glanced at it, brows knitting slightly. “that’s not even going to fit anymore, baby—”
She shot him a look that made him stop talking.
“right,” he corrected himself, shifting the basket in his hand. “my bad.”
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Y/N was now squatting on the floor, the tiny basket emptied out in front of her. Makeup scattered everywhere, eyebrow pencils, lip tints, eyeliners, small eyeshadow palettes.
All for one last item.
Jay stood a few steps behind her, watching with quiet amusement, arms loosely crossed.
“….you’re really doing all that for one more?” he asked.
No response.
Y/N was fully locked in.
She carefully picked everything up, rearranging the items with intense focus. Turning them, stacking them, shifting things around again and again like it was some kind of life-or-death puzzle but it just didn’t fit.
She tried again…. still didn’t fit.
Jay huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “baby, just leave it. It’s not going to—”
She shot him a glare.
“…right,” he muttered, lifting his hands in surrender.
Silence fell again, except for the quiet rustling of products being moved around…. until.
“…finally.”
Y/N slid the last lip tint perfectly into place. Well…half of the packaging was being squashed. She lifted the basket up with both hands, a proud, smug smile spreading across her face as she turned to him.
Jay looked down at it and a slow grin tugged at his lips.
“…that’s actually kind of impressive.”
She handed it to him like a trophy.
He took it without hesitation then leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.
“good job, baby.”
His hand came up to ruffle her hair lightly before he straightened, already turning toward the counter like this had been decided from the start.
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By the time they reached the counter, jay set the basket down without a second thought.
Honestly?
He couldn’t even be mad.
Not when his girlfriend was practically glued to his arm, smiling like that soft and satisfied. The cashier started scanning the items one by one, jay didn’t even bother checking the total—just pulled out his black card and swiped.
He simply reached for the bags when they were handed over, taking them with one hand while the other immediately found Y/N’s again, fingers lacing with hers. She leaned into his shoulder as they walked out, gently swinging his arm between.
As they walked back…
She stopped.
Jay slowed, glancing down as her hand slipped out of his.
Y/N looked up at him, lips forming a small pout.
“…now I feel guilty.”
Jay blinked at her for a second… then let out a quiet breath, stepping closer.
“baby,” he said, voice softer now, “you barely put a dent in my bank.”
Her pout didn’t fully disappear.
So he leaned down—
and pressed a quick kiss against her lips.
“don’t start overthinking.”
He took her hand again, giving it a small squeeze.
“just enjoy it.”
And just like that, the pout melted.
^_^ hii I’ve been gone for too long but I promise I will start writing again. This couple trend have been coming up on my fyp way too much… and jay just fits so perfectly. Hope you all enjoyed it and stay tune for more bf enha series. <3
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⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — Jake chose Fortnite over his girlfriend for 4 hours. Now he’s hard, ignored, and emotionally destroyed. Lesson learned: Never skip skincare night for a Victory Royale.
⌗𝒘𝒄: 3k┆ ⌗𝒕𝒘: smut (MDNI), oral (male rec), suggestive themes, strong language, bratty reader, blue balls(kinda?), references to period sex, jake has zero shame/horny (are we surprised). Lmk if missing any!
⌗ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟢ idol bf jake x female reader
⌗ 愛 like 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 i‘ma need your skin, don’t give a fuck where the penis been ⋆⭒˚.⋆
Jake was in her goddamn chair again.
Her chair. The one she picked out in pastel pink and white, the one she assembled herself while watching “Love Island” reruns and drinking strawberry milk. But no, of course, he had claimed it like it was his birthright—just because she traded him the gaming space for unlimited takeout. A fair deal at the time, but she hadn’t known it meant selling her soul.
And what was he doing now?
Fucking Fortnite.
“BROOOOOOOOOO—GET FUCKED!! GET ABSOLUTELY SHITTED ON,” Jake roared into his mic like a frat boy in a Monster energy ad. His stupid-ass GFuel cup rattled beside him while his legs swung like a happy child on a swing.
On her bed, in front of her vanity, YN was trying to live her best life.
Pink bunny headband on? Yes
Face mask freshly spread? Yes
Taylor Swift playing softly in the background? Yes
Peace? NO
Because Ni-ki, over the headphones, screamed at the top of his lungs:
“JAAAAAAKE YOU NOOOOOOB, YOU GOT SNIPED BY A BOT?!”
She blinked at her reflection. Breathed in. Breathed out. Ignored it.
She continued applying her lip mask like a classy bitch, mouthing along to “Cruel Summer.” She had plans tonight. Plans to feel soft and pretty and hydrated, not listen to her boyfriend verbally assault teenagers on the internet.
But then.
Then.
“HEESEUNG YOU CAN’T AIM FOR SHIT, WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN THIS SQUAD?!”
Jake’s voice literally rattled her moisturizer bottles.
That was the final fucking straw.
She ripped off her bunny headband like a WWE wrestler ready to throw down and screamed:
“SIM JAEYUN, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
There was silence for a glorious two seconds.
“…Sorry baby,” he said, innocent. “I’ll lower it—”
He didn’t. He got louder.
Then louder, even louder: “NIKI COVER ME I GOTTA HEAL—AHH SHIT HE’S ON ME!!”
Oh.
Oh okay.
This motherfucker.
YN stood, her feet silent on the floor as she approached, the smirk already curling her lips. If he wanted to play games tonight, then so would she. Just not the kind with pixels and victory royales.
Because she was about to get him good. Distract him so hard he’d never look at a loot box again.
Four hours of gaming and zero hours of her?
Yeah.
Not on her watch.
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She had a plan.
A devious, sinful, girlfriend-of-the-year level plan.
Jake wanted to act like she didn’t exist? Bet.
In the bathroom, she slipped out of her bunny pajamas and into a tight black shorts clinging like a second skin, and that tank top—the one hugging her chest in all the right ways, the one with the slightly loose strap that always made Jake’s brain melt into soup. A peek of her lace bra for extra devastation.
He was gonna suffer.
She peeked out of the bathroom door like a little villain.
And what the fuck.
This man—her boyfriend, her love, the person who once cried over a scratch on her finger—had not moved. Not one fucking inch. He was still hunched over like a shrimp in her damn pink chair, headset on, mouth moving at the speed of light.
“YOU STUPID—NIKI, YOU USED THE RIFT TOO EARLY! I SWEAR TO GOD—”
“HEESEUNG, BACK ME UP I’M GETTING THIRD-PARTIED!!”
Voice louder than ever. Hands flailing. Jake was in full gamer mode.
She stared at him like he just slapped her with a fish.
Then—oh of course—the screen lit up with a glowing banner:
#1 VICTORY ROYALE
The characters on screen, all dressed in Fortnite-fied outfits, were now dancing to their own damn choreo. Their Fortnite emote. The bass of XO thundered through his headphones as they celebrated.
“LET’S GOOOOOOO,” Jake screamed like he just won the lottery. “WE’RE BUILT DIFFERENT!”
Niki was screeching. Heeseung was singing. Jake was basically twerking in her chair out of joy.
YN blinked.
YN sighed.
YN turned her ass right around and went back into the bathroom.
Fine.
She’d really doll herself up now.
If he wasn’t gonna pay attention to her willingly, then she’d make sure he had no fucking choice but to notice—and then suffer when she left him high, dry, and with a very inconvenient… problem to solve.
Because tonight?
The only thing Jake was gonna win was a raging case of blue balls.
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Smacking on her gloss with finality, YN stared hard at her reflection. Just gloss and a little blush. No heavy glam. No effort, really. And yet—she looked hot. Hair tied back, lips glistening, shorts practically painted on, and that smug little sparkle in her eyes.
Jake was about to get humbled.
Hard.
She stepped out, confident, ready to watch his jaw hit the fucking desk.
Instead?
There he was.
Still in the goddamn chair.
Her chair.
Lobby screen on.
Ready for another fucking round.
Mouse clicking like he was solving world hunger.
She blinked.
No.
Nope.
Not today.
She strutted toward him like a lioness to her prey, arms crossed, hips swaying with silent murder vibes.
“Jake,” she called, her voice sweet with venom.
He grunted. Not even a glance. Not even a full syllable.
Just a half-muttered, “Mm, sorry babe… one sec…”
Oh.
One sec?
Not a look. Not a turn. Just vibes of disrespect.
As she stood there, dead silent, she watched his screen—and saw the moment.
Jake’s health bar was flashing red. Panic in the game. Some 12-year-old Fortnite demon was taking him out with a gold pump shotgun.
And so—she did it.
She reached forward… and pressed Exit Match.
Just one little click.
And then—
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—BABE, WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Jake let out a scream so visceral, it could’ve summoned demons. He spun toward her, arms flailing like he just lost custody of his firstborn child.
“You ruined it! I was about to clutch! Heeseung gave me his flopper and everything—OH MY GOD I WAS TOP THREE, BABE, I WAS TOP THREE!!”
She didn’t flinch.
Didn’t blink.
Just stared at him dead in the eye.
Unbothered. Lip gloss gleaming. Arms folded.
Jake, mid-rant, stopped.
And then he saw her.
Really saw her.
What the fuck?
His anger? Gone.
His words? Gone.
His breath? Gone.
His dic—yeah, never mind.
All that came out of his mouth was:
“…oh fuck.”
Jake was done.
Like—cooked, fried, and served.
Because what the actual fuck.
Why hadn’t he noticed earlier?
This wasn’t her usual pastel PJs with the little clouds on them. This wasn’t her bunny slippers and fuzzy robe.
No.
She was in that tank top.
Those shorts.
The ones he had specifically told her should be “illegal in this household.” The ones that had him malfunctioning every time she bent over to grab her charger.
And now?
She was standing in front of him, all glossed lips and evil smirks, like the goddamn final boss to his horny little heart.
Jake’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, his teeth pulling at the bottom one as his eyes slowly dragged over her body like a man in a trance.
“Babe… you look—fucking hell, you look so hot right now,” he muttered, like he couldn’t believe it himself.
YN scoffed hard, rolling her eyes like it physically hurt her.
“Oh now I’m hot? What happened during the last four hours, huh? Did your mic deafen your common sense?”
Jake had the audacity to look sheepish, his hand rubbing the back of his neck like some rom-com himbo.
“…I was just, y’know… focused.”
“Focused?” she repeated. “Right. On Fortnite. Not your girlfriend.”
She turned to walk away, the shake of her hips pure evil—but he was fast.
Jake caught her wrist, tugging her gently back.
“Babe—c’mon. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I just… got carried away. I missed you.”
She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but the smirk on her face was already creeping back in. She resisted… or at least made it look like she was.
But they both knew.
Jake was weak for her.
And she? She thrived off it.
He pulled her onto his lap, one arm slipping around her waist while the other slid along her back, warm and possessive. She barely settled before she felt it—his hard-on pressing into her through his sweats.
“Oh my God,” she scoffed again, louder this time, eyes wide. “You’re actually hard? From that? Are you that easy?”
Jake groaned softly, burying his face into her neck. “Can you blame me? Look at you…”
She smirked as he kissed her skin, lips trailing up her jaw, hands gripping her hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. Their lips met—It started soft but only for a second.
Because then Jake kissed her like he was starving.
Teeth. Tongue. A low, muffled groan from his throat as she bit down on his bottom lip, tugging it just enough to make him growl under his breath. His hands roamed—sliding up her tank, gripping at the dip of her waist, tracing the curve of her spine like he wanted to memorize her skin.
She shifted in his lap, slowly grinding down, and God—Jake swore under his breath.
“Shit—baby,” he gasped, holding onto her tighter.
His lips left hers only to trail down her jaw, kissing down to her neck like he had no control. Like her skin was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
One hand was already sneaking under her shirt, inching higher, fingertips brushing the edge of her bra—
Until she stopped him.
Deadpan.
Eyes locked on his.
“I’m on my period.”
Silence.
Jake blinked once.
Twice.
His jaw dropped open like someone had disconnected his Wi-Fi.
“You’re WHAT?!” he choked, voice breaking like a 13-year-old boy. “You—BABE. You did all that—grinding—and—and—making out—and you’re telling me NOW?!”
She shrugged innocently. “Didn’t think it was relevant… until you started acting like a horny puppy.”
Jake collapsed dramatically into her shoulder with a loud groan. “I’ve never been played like this in my life.”
“Aww,” she cooed mockingly, patting his head. “Poor baby.”
He looked up at her, eyes wide with desperation and zero shame.
“…But you can still help me, right? I mean—it’s not illegal. There’s other ways—”
SLAP.
Right across his arm.
“I am not jerking you off because you ignored me for Fortnite.”
Jake whimpered. “But you’re so hot when you’re mean.”
“Jake, shut up before I make it worse.”
He blinked. “Worse how—?”
She leaned close, lips brushing his ear, voice a soft dangerous whisper.
“Next time, I’ll put on the red lingerie you love… and then go to sleep. Alone.”
Jake’s soul left his body.
And YN?
Well, she’d never felt more powerful in her life.
YN walked off, hips swaying like a taunt, lip gloss still gleaming, shorts still hugging her just right—and Jake?
Jake was following.
Actually, more like stumbling after her. Sweats hanging dangerously low, hair a mess, breath ragged.
And yeah, he was still hard. Painfully. Desperately.
Tragically.
“Baby, please—fuck, you can’t just do that to me,” he groaned, voice wrecked, practically dragging his feet behind her. “You got me standing here with a full-on situation. This is evil. This is, like—relationship abuse.”
She snorted as she reached the fridge, casually pulling out a bottle of water like her boyfriend wasn’t behind her dying a slow, horny death.
He leaned against the counter, palming himself shamelessly like a man with zero pride left.
“I’ll do anything,” Jake said, eyes wild. “I’m literally begging here. Mouth, hand, I don’t care. You could breathe in my direction and I’d probably—fuck—please.”
YN turned slowly, sipping her water, completely unbothered. “You should’ve thought of that four hours ago, when I was putting on my face mask and you were yelling at Ni-ki for stealing your kill.”
Jake groaned like she stabbed him. “Ni-ki did steal my kill.”
“And now you want me to breathe on it now?” she asked, voice low, sultry. “Damn, Fortnite really got you down bad.”
“Fortnite didn’t do this,” Jake snapped, eyes dropping to her body for the hundredth time. “You did. Walking around like a fucking fantasy with those shorts and that top—baby, I swear to god, I’m one second away from dropping to my knees and praying for release.”
“Not my problem, lover boy.”
And then—then she dropped to her knees.
Right there in front of him, like a literal fantasy scene. Jake’s brain short-circuited on the spot.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, watching her fingers toy with the drawstring of his sweats. His breath caught as her fingertips brushed low, eyes locked on his while she tilted her head—smirking.
“Baby…” he whispered, hands already tangling in her hair.
She tugged the waistband slightly, just enough to expose the waistband of his boxers, just enough to see his hips twitch beneath her touch. Her lips curled into a smirk as she looked up at him.
He looked destroyed. Jaw clenched. Knuckles white on the counter. Eyes glazed over like he was trying so hard not to lose it.
“Babe,” he croaked. “Please.”
And then—
She stood up.
Looked him dead in the eyes.
And said, “Nah.”
Jake stared at her like he just got divorced mid-proposal.
“WHAT?!”
She winked, skipping past him like a Disney villain in booty shorts. “You got hands, baby. Use ’em.”
“Wait, wait—baby, please, I’m actually in pain. Like real, physical pain. My dick thinks we’re in a hostage situation.”
She giggled. Actually giggled.
And that sound alone made him throb harder.
Jake dropped his head against the fridge.
“I swear to God, I’ve never been played like this in my life.”
And that night, Jake learned two things:
1. Ignoring your girlfriend for four hours is never a good idea.
2. And cold showers? Do nothing.
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# 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 — MDNI (18+)
Jake was barely holding himself together, every breath coming out shaky and thick with need. His hands trembled at her waist, eyes dark and desperate. “Baby, please… I’m this close to losing my goddamn mind.”
YN’s fingers slid under the waistband of his sweats, tracing just enough to make him shiver. “You want me to fix you, don’t you?”
He groaned, biting his lip hard, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth brushed against his hip, teasing at the edge of his waistband.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Please. I need you… I need you to fucking take care of this.”
Her lips curled into a wicked smile before she dipped lower, tongue flicking teasingly over his skin as she slowly, deliberately peeled back the fabric.
His body tensed, every nerve ending alive as he trembled beneath her. His low, needy moans filled the room, his grip tightening, voice breaking with raw want.
“Fuck, babe… harder, please. Don’t fucking stop,” he begged, voice hoarse but urgent, eyes dark and desperate.
YN smiled against his cock, taking him even deeper to drive him wild, letting him unravel under her touch, drawing out every shudder and gasp.
Jake’s head fell back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his throat. “Fuck, babe… yeah—just like that.”
Her mouth moved with expert patience, warm and slick, every touch and flick designed to unravel him completely.
His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as his moans grew louder, desperate and raw. “God, you’re killing me. Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”
Her hands pressed firmly against his hips, steadying him as he trembled, breath catching in ragged gasps.
“Shit, yeah—right there,” he panted, voice breaking with need. “I’m gonna—fuck!”
With a strangled cry, Jake lost himself, his whole body shuddering as she worked him through every pulse and wave of release.
Jake was still breathless, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead as he leaned down, brushing YN’s cheek with a thumb—gentle, affectionate, eyes full of that stupidly soft post-release gaze.
“You did so good, baby…” he murmured, voice low and wrecked. “Like… Olympic gold medal level good.”
YN rolled her eyes, still catching her own breath, lips glossy and smug. “Yeah, well. Maybe next time don’t ignore me for four goddamn hours.”
He brushed his fingers along YN’s jaw with the kind of softness that almost made her forget he’d just spent four hours screaming about Fortnite.
“You’re literally… the love of my life,” he whispered, voice hoarse and still riding the high. “Like, if I died right now, I’d go peacefully. Possibly with a boner, but peacefully.”
YN raised an unimpressed brow. “Don’t start.”
“I’m serious,” he grinned, nuzzling into her neck. “I think my soul left my body. You gave me closure. You should charge for this.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, Romeo. Go take a cold shower.”
But Jake just hummed, dragging his fingers down her arm slowly. “Mmm… or… hear me out…”
“Nope.”
“What if,” he said, lips brushing her ear, “we stopped letting a tiny biological inconvenience get in the way of love? I’m talking… spiritual bonding. Ritualistic passion. Like ancient tribes did before tampons.”
YN pulled back slowly, blinking. “I swear to God, if this is about period sex—”
“I’m just saying,” Jake said, voice dipping low, lips dangerously close to her ear, “if it ever… drips or stains or, y’know, gets a little messy…”
She pulled back slowly. “Jake.”
“I don’t care.”
“Jake.”
He smirked. “I’ll clean the sheets. I’ll wash ‘em twice. I’ll throw out the mattress, baby—I’ll buy us a whole new bed. Hell, I’ll get it custom made. Blood and cumproof.”
YN stared, deadpan.
“A bed,” she repeated, “that’s blood and cumproof.”
“For us,” he said proudly, like he was pitching a Shark Tank idea. “Sturdy. Memory foam. Possibly water-resistant. And red sheets, so you won’t even notice the—”
She threw her hair tie at him so hard it snapped off his forehead.
“You’re unwell.”
Jake winced but laughed anyway. “Tell me that’s not the most romantic shit you’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, it’s something,” she muttered, walking away. “Something I’m reporting to the authorities.”
He followed her down the hallway like a puppy. “So that’s a soft yes? Medium yes?”
YN didn’t look back. “That’s a go sleep in your Fortnite chair.”
Jake groaned. “I’m not afraid of a little bodily fluid! That’s love!”
⌗ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — first time writing smut….. I tried, I really did sorry if it wasn’t that good cus I deadass dk how to write smut. Do you guys prefer the longer fics or just short ones like this? Lmk >_<. Thank you for reading <3
