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don’t touch don’t do it.”
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♡❀ ' your boyfriend always treated you as an afterthought, but his roommate has always viewed you as his whole world. SMAU
NIKI X READER ───── ❀ !
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ think i like you best when you’re just with me and no one else
The exposed skin of your back is the only thing that Yuta can focus on right now. His eyes slowly trace down the curve of your spine, soaking in every small detail. He commits it all to memory, not knowing when another opportunity like this will come.
His fingers twitch in his lap. The urge to reach out and trail them along your skin runs deep, like he’s fighting off every muscle in his body that screams at him to touch.
His sits at the edge of your bed, hoping that you aren’t paying attention to his reflection in the mirror. Deep, blue eyes that look at you with desperation and want. Furrowed brows and a small pout on his lips. Like a puppy that waits for its owner’s attention.
“What do you think, Yuu?” You ask, doing a little spin to show off your cute dress. The hem lifts slightly, twirling with your movement.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts before you could even finish asking your question. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t mind in the slightest. The second his eyes land on you it’s like all the words he wants to say get stuck in his throat.
“You look very beautiful, my love. That color suits you.” He manages to get out after a second.
Words really can’t describe how enamored he is with you. His pretty baby. If he had a say in the matter, Yuta would keep you here with him and kiss your pretty face until you got sick of him. But he can only beg and hope that you give in.
You walk over towards the bed, stopping right in front of Yuta. He parts his legs, pulling you in close by the hips. Tilting his head just a bit, the grip on your hips becomes a little tighter.
“Why not just stay home with me?” The little hint of desperation in his voice and the small pout that paints his face is sure to win you over. It does every time.
“Hey that’s not going to work on me this time, Okkotsu,” you say, bringing your hand up to give him a light tap on the cheek. Narrow eyes look back at him like you’ve got him all figured out. He likes to play this little game every time you go out.
“Yuta, my love. You call me Yuta,” he says, nuzzling into your hand that cradles his cheek. It’s almost too tempting to stay in with him, but you’re already dressed up and you’ve been excited for these plans all week.
“I’m just saying, Yuu. I’m not canceling on my friends last minute.” You lean down to give him a soft peck on the lips before turning to leave. A small smile makes its way onto your face. “Be good for me, okay?”
You’re only able to get a step away from Yuta before he’s pulling you back. Grabbing your jaw with delicate fingers, he captures you in a soft kiss. It’s slow like he’s savoring the taste of your lips—the sweetness of your lip gloss. The feeling of you against him. It’s hard to not pull you into his lap, but he needs to be good for you.
He lets out a deep sigh—almost like a soft moan into your mouth. Eventually, Yuta pulls away with much hesitance. Using his thumb, he wipes away some of lips gloss that got smeared.
A lovesick look on his face as he admires you. “Have fun.”
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A girl such as yourself — popular, confident, & a total party animal — should be with any boy other than your private tutor. Yet, you found yourself head over heels for satoru gojo, whom you had hired last second to help your astrophysics grade come back up after prioritizing parties and shopping sprees over it.
You couldn’t help but admire him from time to time. tracing his side profile in your head before doodling it down in the margins of your notebook — the one he had personally bought for you after an accidental coffee spill that ruined your previous one. Not like you had any important notes listed on there to begin with. But that was when something sparked between the two of you, at least, on your end.
& you definitely couldn’t help but let your feelings for him grow despite each other's social status.
His white hair mirrored the snow that poured down on the December evening. You waited patiently in the library, silently stalking his figure as it made its way inside the building. Today would mark your last studying session, making your heart feel a tad bit heavy.
A smile crept up to your face once the doors opened after a minute or so. Quickly patting down your skirt that was above your see through tights, the smile faded when you saw who he had entered with.
Utahime, a classmate you knew was in your astrophysics class as well. She was majoring in something you knew you couldn’t even be able to understand. point being, she was highly intelligent just like satoru was.
And they looked incredible together.
Why has the pairing never clicked to you?
Earlier this week, you recalled jealousy rising in you when utahime interrupted your little rambling with satoru so she could ask for a pen. & it definitely wasn't the first time you've felt possessive over your tutor.satoru smiled at her, laughing at whatever she had said. What made matters worse was when his hand reached up to her raven black hair to pick out fallen snowflakes.
You felt like throwing up.
Of course he liked her. Everything made sense now. Every small wave given to each other in the hallway, every time they’ve partnered up together in class for a project before you came along.
Why would he waste his time with a wannabe sorority girl who needed extra support for a class deemed easy for both him and utahime? why would he ever consider going out with you of all people. If you were to be in high school, you’d definitely poke fun at him. Hell, you still did before actually getting to know him. He only tolerated you because you paid him for his service at the end of the day. Right?
⠀⠀LOVE ME BACK ' 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎
⠀ ❤︎ ' jake, your boyfriend didn't care enough for you. but his best friend heeseung did.
𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 ─── ✿ written . heavily inspired by otl ! 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ' angst crack confrontation profanity breakups ' ( 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 ) ♱ like and reblog ! 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 . 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾
⠀ 𝐈𝐈 . O1 O2 O3 O4 O5 O6 O7 O8 O9 O10 O11 O12 O13 O14 O15 O16
여키 EDITION . bday gift from me heh hope u gais like
Enha SMAU who x reader?
Sunghoon
Jungwon
Jake
Heeseung
Sunoo
Niki
Jay
I’m thinking.. y/n is dating (insert enha member)’s younger brother but he’s an asshole and member is in love with her so he’s a yearner and y/n goes to him when younger brother is a dick… ? Perchance
edit: lowk I think whoever gets second place will be the little brother .. cuz an oc would be like.. idk?. Erm, not as immersive
──────𝑨𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 .ᐟ
۶ৎ・ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐴𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑜𝑛 - 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑒
۶ৎ・ 𝐚𝐠𝐞: 19 | 𝑑𝑒𝑐 16𝑡ℎ | 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠
۶ৎ・ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 🇰🇷&𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 🇵🇫
۶ৎ・ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6 𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒
۶ৎ・ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒.ᐟ 𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑛 2𝑛𝑑,𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛
──────𝑨𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 .ᐟ
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・ there WILL be smut and nswf themes in my works! so.. i’m not gonna tell you what to do cuz like i want you to read - but proceed with mindfulness heh.
・ REQUEST ANYTHING i love getting new ideas and will happily cater to yours.
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・ lowercase intended
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Enha SMAU who x reader?
Sunghoon
Jungwon
Jake
Heeseung
Sunoo
Niki
Jay
I’m thinking.. y/n is dating (insert enha member)’s younger brother but he’s an asshole and member is in love with her so he’s a yearner and y/n goes to him when younger brother is a dick… ? Perchance
edit: lowk I think whoever gets second place will be the little brother .. cuz an oc would be like.. idk?. Erm, not as immersive

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Blindfold - S.JY
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jake x reader
word count: 4.3k
summary: somehow you’re trapped in a closet with your crush as part of a game you don't remember signing up for. what do you do when he suggests playing the game properly?
MDNI *no intercourse but definitely sub!Jake, lots of kissing, grinding, maybe some slight begging, and huge fan of all things hickeys*
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Everyone sat criss cross applesauce in a circle, bottles of beer and cans of fruity tequila littered the surrounding floor. In the middle of the circle was a coffee table, and on the coffee table was a hat.
Jungwon stuck his hand into the hat, fishing around with the small slips of paper before pulling a name out. “Jake!”
You looked up, shocked that he had even agreed to put his name into the hat. His facial expression seemed anxious—of course he would be. From what you knew about him, he was quiet and kept mostly to himself. What motivated him to play this game?
He sat patiently as Jisoo and Sunoo helped tie the blindfold around his eyes. His hair was long enough that most of the blindfold was completely overshadowed by his bangs. It was a cute look, especially when you added the details of his nervousness. When it was confirmed he couldn’t see anything, Sunghoon stood with him and guided him into the closet.
You didn’t want to sulk. But you were. You hadn’t put your name into the hat at all because: 1.) you thought the game was stupid, 2.) you only wanted to kiss the guy you liked. Any other kiss would be a waste. But now your crush was in the closet waiting and you were out here regretting your decision to sit this one out. Would it be too obvious to suddenly ask to put your name in the hat?
“I didn’t know Jake was gonna play,” Mina whispered to you.
You nodded. “I thought he was just watching.”
“Why do you think he joined?”
You didn’t really want to think about that. Excluding you and Mina, there were 3 other girls in the circle—all of whom were pretty and talented. He probably saw them writing their names down and decided to join too. Afterall, if you knew Jake had written his name down, you sure as hell would have done the same thing. Instead of answering Mina’s question, you just shrugged.
The closet Jake was hiding in was still slightly open, waiting for the next lucky name to get called. You spared a quick glance at it, not wanting to linger long, and then scanned the faces in the circle. One of them was going to get picked. With a sigh, you went back to picking at your nail beds.
“Okay! I’m going in,” Jungwon announced with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
It would be stupid to get jealous over whoever would get called, right? The two of you weren’t dating anyway… much less spoken to each other. Any conversation you had had together had been brief because every time he opened his mouth, you would panic.
His fingers dipped into the rim of the hat, flicking through slips of paper. When his hand resurfaced, it held a name. “Y/N.”
You whipped your head towards him, shock crossing your face. “How- that’s not possible- I didn’t write my name down!”
“You didn’t, but I did,” Mina beamed at you, clearly proud of herself.
You merely stared, fighting to keep your jaw from dropping in disbelief. Should you be thankful? You were definitely thankful you didn’t have to watch someone else walk into that closet. So you tried to offer the closest thing to a smile you could. “Oh!”
“Come on, Y/N! Go!” she pushed you up from the ground and towards the closet.
Everyone in the circle burned holes into the back of your head and you squeezed your eyes shut when you knew they couldn’t see. You were starting to sweat and were positive your cheeks were on fire.
“Remember,” Jungwon slid an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the closet and talking in a low voice. “Knowck on the ground once to say no and twice to say yes.”
You nodded, storing the information somewhere in your brain and focusing on your feet so you wouldn’t trip.
“Good luck,” he mouthed, pushing you through the door and locking it behind you.
Fuck.
It was silent. You didn’t want to talk since you didn’t want to give away your identity and Jake remained mute in the corner. Your eyes needed time to adjust to the dim lighting and you made yourself comfortable among the coats littering the ground. It was hard to create much distance between the two of you but you tried your best, sitting on the opposite side of the closet as Jake. Your knees were pulled to your chest like it would make you disappear or at least shrink you so you could bury yourself in the coats.
It felt awkward. Not being able to say anything made the air tense. In the numbness of the room, you became aware of how heavily you were breathing and tried to stop it by holding your breath. You bet he could hear you every time you inhaled. The thought made you inwardly groan.
Please say something. You wanted the silence to go away. Maybe then it’d be easier to sit with him like this.
But then again, maybe he really didn’t want to say anything. You closed your eyes and dropped your head in frustration. Jake wasn’t the type of person to just strike up a conversation—espectially with someone unknown in a closet. If you had never seen him hanging out with his friends, you would think that he had a max limit of 20 words a day.
“Hey.”
Your eyes shot up to the boy in front of you and you opened your mouth to respond before quickly shutting it. You can’t say anything. He can’t know it’s you.
“Um…” His words trailed off and you watched him pull his bottom lip between his teeth in nervousness. “I, uh- it’s not too hot in here, is it?” He looked up to the area in which he assumed you would be sitting.
You hesitated, not sure what to do.
“Knock on the ground once to say no and twice to say yes.”
You knocked. No.
His smile was faint. “I’m sorry if it’s awkward, I’m not entirely sure what to do here.”
Your lips twitched. He was cute when he was nervous. It gave you a little reassurance knowing that you weren’t the only anxious one. Something inside you wanted to tell him it was okay but you held back.
“Where are you?” he asked suddenly.
Every muscle in you froze. Uh oh.
You debated between knocking a little louder so your position was more direct this time or clearing your throat, maybe nudge him with the tip of your toe? Was that too gross? You found yourself once again fidgeting with your fingers, trying to figure out what to do.
“Let me see your hand.”
Your eyes widened as you watched him slowly extend an arm. Shit.
You looked down at your sweaty palms and wiped them off on your pants. If you were gonna be holding hands with Jake, you needed to make sure they didn’t feel wet. Surely the last thing he wanted was to be holding hands with a sweaty girl in a dark closet.
It was an awkward crawl forward before you were able to touch him, grasping his hand softly and getting into a cross-legged position in front of him. You watched his face as your hands made contact. There wasn’t a noticeable change in his facial expression, but you couldn’t see very well since half of his face was hidden behind the blindfold. You—however—were a mess.
We’re holding hands, we’re holding hands, we’re holding hands. You weren’t sure if the blush from earlier had left or not, but if it had, it was definitely back.
Your heart just about stopped when you felt his fingers brush over your palm and the back of your hand. Everywhere they touched they left goosebumps—an effect you were hoping he didn’t notice. Then his hand tightened around yours and he pulled himself towards you, successfully connecting your knees. You squeaked in surprise and used your other hand to cover your mouth before anything else got out.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “I just wanted to get closer.”
You just about died. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t get a full inhale. Jake wanted to be closer to you. Well, not specifically you, just whoever he was in the closet with.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, looking up at you.
You instinctually leaned back when you realized how close his face was to yours. He was too pretty, it made you nervous. The blindfold wasn’t helping.
One knock. No.
Jake’s shoulders relaxed from their tense position, his lips quirking upwards in what appeared to be a smile. “Okay, that’s good.” He looked down and you followed, focusing on his hand still gripping yours. It didn’t seem like he was planning to let go, not that you were complaining. “Do you know how this game works?”
You blinked in confusion. He couldn’t be serious, right? Surely he knew how to play the game, why else would he volunteer? Did he expect the two of you to just sit in the dark together?
He must’ve heard you struggling to come up with a way to respond to his question because he let out a short laugh. “I mean, I know how to play, I just wanted to make sure that you know too…”
Well shoot. You knew exactly how to play. Not that you ever had, it’s just, who wouldn’t?
Yes. You knocked twice to answer his previous question.
Jake tilted forward and you held your breath. What was he doing?
“What if,” he started, making you nervous, “we played the game,” he cocked his head to the side, “that way.”
Your eyes bulged and you frantically looked around, trying to find something—anything—else in the closet to look at other than the boy hinting at a makeout session. That way?? As in, 7 minutes of straight kissing with the boy you liked in a dark closet? Since when did Jake act like this? You never imagined him to be so… suggestive? His confidence was through the roof, and he didn’t even know who you were.
“But I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he said, leaning back and away from you.
Was it bad that you instantly wanted him to come back? You wanted him closer again. Afterall, when would you get another chance to look at him this intimately?
“I, uh…” Jake mumbled and you watched disappointed as his hand let go of yours. “I made it awkward, my bad…”
Your abandoned fingers flexed, wishing there was something for them to hold, regretting your lack of response. If you had the courage to jump his bones already, trust and believe you would have. But one does not simply devour the hottest man they’ve ever seen. You couldn’t. You couldn’t move. But?
You felt yourself staring at his lips, unable to look away. The ball was in your court. He practically handed it to you on a silver platter and nearly sulked when you turned away. What more could you be waiting for? Kiss him. Maybe he’d understand there and then that he hadn’t made anything awkward at all. Maybe it could make some of the tension melt? Or it could just make everything worse. You were, ultimately, some random girl assigned to be stuck with him in this closet. Why would he want to kiss someone random? But then again, why would he have asked if he didn’t want it.
Jake remained silent, staring through the blindfold at the floor. Do it. Do it. Do it.
Carefully, you moved from your seated position, folding your legs beneath you to kneel in front of him and giving you the higher ground. Prayer after prayer chanted in your head as you reached out a shaking hand to touch his chin and tilt his head up to look at you. For the briefest moment, you hesitated. There would be no way back after this. You wouldn’t be able to look at him the same. How could you get over him when you knew what he tasted like?
But none of that mattered. You leaned forward, connected your lips.
Your stomach exploded as your eyes closed and you held your breath. You did it. You were kissing him—Jake, the guy you’d had a crush on for months now. The realization overwhelmed you and you backed away, opening your eyes in both fear and pride. Now what?
Before you had a chance to get too far away, Jake’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you in, his lips wrapping around yours again.
Confusion coursed through you, making your eyelids flutter before closing completely and letting him lead you. So he didn’t mind you kissing him? Well, again, not specifically you, just whoever was in the closet. That made your heart sink a little, but it didn’t make you pull away.
His lips moved against yours, soft and slow, making you melt. His hand still encased the back of your head, fingers starting to dig into your hair. It felt amazing. Cautiously, you moved your hands to the back of his head as well, gripping into the long locks and tugging softly. At the pull, Jake’s head fell back and his mouth slightly opened. Almost immediately, you pressed forward, slightly raising your body to tower further over him and opening your mouth wider. He let your tongue in, welcoming it with a low groan.
The sound snapped your back to reality and you stopped for a minute, staring down at him. The butterflies only got worse when you saw him. He was insanely attractive in general, yes, but something about the way he looked now—completely blindfolded, lips slick with saliva, pink dusting his cheeks—made his whole aura intensify. Any thoughts previously floating in your head were gone the second you looked at him, and when he pulled on your neck to draw you back in again, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.
Your tongues met in slow movements, exploring each other as the kiss deepened. You wanted more. You wanted more than just a kiss. You wanted to push him backwards, get on top of him. You wanted slide a hand into his shirt and feel his warm skin. You wanted to see what he would do. The thought itself made you lose your rhythm and you gripped into his hair again, using the hold to help pull the two of you apart.
You panted with your head handing forward, loosening your grip the moment you got the space you needed to breathe. Control yourself. Don’t go too far. You tried to block all images of Jake beneath you from your mind. You had to keep it together.
It was silent for a while—calm even— until he leaned forward and found your jawline, peppering kisses across the skin. Your breath hitched and your eyes began to close involuntarily. Fuck it felt good.
“Stop,” you wanted to say as his breath fanned across the side of your face. The contrast between his hot tongue and cool breath on your neck only destroyed you further. Every open mouth kiss he left against your skin made it harder for you to focus and you bit your lip, urging yourself to stay quiet. It didn’t matter. A small whimper escaped your throat.
Jake must have felt pleased with your response and sucked a little harder in his next kiss, both of his hands sliding to rest on your waist. You caved and let your head drop into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. It was woody and sweet and everything you didn’t know you needed, breathing it in even more deeply. When you bit down against the smooth skin on his neck, he gasped into your ear, stopping his previous attack against you and instantly tilting his head to the side to give you more access.
Once again, your hand rooted itself in his hair, holding him in place as you licked a long strip from his collarbone to his jaw. The combination of you biting his neck and the way you held onto his head tightly made small noises cascade from his mouth, quiet but not stopping. With every bit against his skin, you sucked hard enough to make him feel pain and pleasure, but never quite hard enough to leave a dark bruise. When the 7 minutes were over, you didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eyes if he had your marks all over his neck. It would drive you insane knowing that you made them.
Collarbone, shoulder, artery, tendon. Your mouth traveled everywhere as your free fingers constantly clawed his shirt out of the way. Everywhere you went, you left a trail of kisses and already fading hickeys. His breathing came in short and shaky pants, the small noises from earlier never leaving.
You weren’t sure when, but somehow Jake got his hands underneath your thighs, pulling you onto him in a straddling position. Is this actually happening? His hands found themselves on your lower back, tugging you even closer. Every nerve in your body pulsed with excitement. You needed more than a lousy 7 minutes.
Suddenly, his body jolted and his hands tightened around your hips, pushing you down. With the friction of your body and your sensation of your mouth, his mouth fell open and he groaned louder than he had before. More. Moan pretty for me. Blindly, you threw a hand out, bracing yourself against the wall and using the additional stability to grind yourself against him again, and again, and again.
One of his hands flew to the back of your shirt, instantly balling the fabric into a fist. “F-fuck, oh my God-”
You released your fingers from his hair and he instantly pulled you forward, burying himself into your neck. One of his arms gave out and the two of you fell backwards. He managed to catch himself with an elbow, preventing you both from colliding with the floor. The shock of the sudden movement caused you to still and check over him carefully, wanting to make sure he wasn’t injured. Besides the nearly faded hickeys, he seemed unharmed.
Your eyes dropped to where your pelvises were connected, seeing the clear print beneath his jeans. He was more than hard for you, you could tell he was throbbing. A section of his shirt had lifted up, revealing glimpses of honey toned skin. You reached out.
He was warm, muscles contracting from the contact of your fingers against his stomach and ribs. The hand clutching your shirt dropped and he tucked it behind himself, adding more support. You waited for him to stop you, maybe for him to pull your wrist out or for him to tug his shirt back down, but he let you do anything. He let you travel further up his ribcage, ghosting your fingernails across his pecs and then down to his abs. He let you push the shirt back and watch his stomach flex with every shaky inhale. He let you fiddle experimentally with the hem of his jeans and the waistband of underwear poking out from underneath it.
“Please,” he breathed. “Kiss me.”
His voice was quiet but you heard it and you turned your eyes towards his face. His cheeks were a much darker shade of pink than before and his hair was a mess from your hands pulling it. Your gaze fell to his parted lips. They were red and swollen and had bite marks from when he had tried to keep his mouth shut and be quiet. You watched as they moved to repeat those words again
“Kiss me.”
It sounded more desperate this time. You felt yourself giving in. You really wanted to but a thought stopped you. How much time did the two of you have left? The last thing you wanted was for Jungwon to open the door and find you straddling one of his closest friends on the ground. A shiver ran down your spine and you unconsciously pulled away. You couldn’t risk it. You shouldn’t. No matter how golden this opportunity was.
“Please!” Jake breathed out, almost like he sensed you leaving.
You froze, eyes flicked back to his face.
“Please…”
Wide-eyed, you watched as his head drooped down to his chest. Was Jake begging? He didn’t even know who you were and yet here he was begging for you to kiss him again. Temptation in human form. But what if later he found out it was you and thought that you had taken advantage of him? What if he began to avoid you completely? You didn’t want that. But wasn’t this part of the game? You were supposed to kiss someone in the closet, right?
You stared at his lips intently, making up your mind. If he says one more thing, you were going to kiss him. Screw the time limit and literally every other bad case scenario. And the minute he opened his mouth, you were already moving.
Jake melted, a sigh escaping as you captured his lips again. It was cute how easily he was satisfied, almost instantly smiling into your mouth. If you weren’t afraid of giving away your voice, you would have teased him by now.
The raising of hips was not subtle by any means, you felt it instantly—a silent plea for you to move against him—and you were more than happy to oblige. This time, you planted your hand onto the ground, keeping your lips locked, and forcing your hips down. His kiss stuttered in response and he breathed a whine into your skin.
“You feel so good,” he moaned softly, trying to keep the volume down from the people only a couple feet away.
His hips began moving with yours, meeting you halfway and making you clench your teeth. The fabric of his jeans pushed against the thinness of your clothes, rubbing you in all the right areas. You wanted to tell him he felt good too. You wanted to tell him he looked pretty and he sounded pretty and he was doing such a good job at keeping quiet.
It happened in a split second. One moment you were on top, and the next you were on your back. He used one hand to pin one of your hands above your head and cupped one side of your neck with the other one, holding you still while he sloppily kissed the skin. You closed your eyes in bliss, letting him roll his hips against you and shape you into whatever mold he pleased. The coat beneath you added cushioning against your back, protecting your spine from the hardwood.
What if someone walks in?
Don’t stop.
What if they hear us?
Shit, Jake.
It’s definitely been 7 minutes.
Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
“Fuck- fuck! You feel so good, Y/N.”
Damn your name sounds good in his mouth.
Your eyes snapped open and all the air in your lungs felt like it had been vacuumed out. What did he say?
When you pulled away, you were met with a pair of big, brown eyes staring back at you. The realization hit you like a truck and you yelped in shock, quickly covering his eyes with your hand. Unfortunately, you had done this a little harsher than you had meant to.
“Ow!” Jake exclaimed and pulled back.
“Don’t look,” you hissed, keeping your hand wrapped securely around his eyes as you desperately felt the ground for a coat big enough to hide under.
“I already know-” he started, bringing a hand up to your wrist to try and uncover his eyes.
“Stop…” you protest, scrambling completely out from under him. Your hand left his face, only to cover yours.
He knows. He knows it was you. You shuddered recalling everything the two of you had just done. You had kissed him first. You didn’t force yourself on him, did you? What if that’s what he thinks? And now he know you were the one he was begging to kiss again. What if he hates it? Your face grew even redder. Shit.
“Y/N,” he called out quietly and you winced. “I, uh, I knew it was you.”
Confused, you parted your fingers so you could see him. “What?”
He was sitting down, noticeable distance between the two of you now. You tried not to stare at his lap. You were just sitting there. Damn it was a good seat too.
“I knew it was you the whole time.”
You blinked, dumbfounded, unable to make eye contact. Slowly, your hands fell from your face to rest in your lap. “How did you know?”
He seemed even more nervous than you now, fidgeting with his fingers and his knee bouncing. “It was a set up,” he started. “Jungwon suggested it. He already had the piece of paper with your name in his hand before he reached into the hat.” He shot a glance in your direction. “I just wanted to get some time alone with you.”
The pieces weren’t fitting together. So, Jake only agreed to play the game because he knew that you were the one that would be in the closet with him? For time alone? And this is because of Jungwon?
“Why?” you asked.
“Um.” His eyes danced around the closet. “Because I-”
You waited patiently.
“I told him I like you,” he admitted. “A lot actually, but I just felt like it was impossible to talk to you.”
You felt your face heat up, but not from embarrassment. He liked you.
“You just wanted to spend time alone with me and talk but ended up suggesting we play this game ‘that way’,” you quoted him and watched his reaction. He looked away, flustered.
“I didn’t expect you to actually do anything,” he said softly. Your eyes fell to the singular hickey left on his neck. “Why did you kiss me? I thought that since you knew it was me you wouldn’t have done anything.”
You shook your head. “I kissed you because I knew it was you,” you said it like it was obvious. “I don’t just kiss anybody.”
He continued to stare, “But, why-”
“Because I like you too, Jake.”
And he smiled.
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(bet you didn't know this was originally a middle school Todoroki fanfiction 😛)
OFF LIMITS!!! ❦ S.JYN
part i. part ii.
キスして. texts with your brothers friend!
ꫂ᭪݁ sim jaeyun x f!reader , cursing , hoon is overprotective and possessive of reader , jake is so sweet :) , yearning , suggestive.
sel speaks: i watched hokum and decided to put in on here, mid ahh movie but ANYWHO, please like and reblog! <3
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The avatar fandom is one of those places where you have about 5 months around the film’s release where there is like 20 fics a minute and then complete radio silence until the next film releases 2000 decades later.
WE’RE SOMETHING…RIGHT? ❦ S.PRK
part i. part ii. part iii. part. iiii
キスして text with your ex toxic situationship.
ꫂ᭪݁ park sunghoon x f rea! , cursing , drunk confession, mean reader , slight angst if you squint, suggestive text, suggestive photos!
sel speaks: ha ha ha…i know some of you will have mixed feelings about this but this is how i originally had it planned. sorry queens <3
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in a room fill of people sukuna looks for you
“i hate how lovey-dovey your disgusting boyfriend gets when he spots you in a crowd.” shoko huffed, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as her lips curled in mild disgust.
“what do you mean?” you asked.
“well,” she shrugged, tapping ash off lazily, “he walks around with this whole terrifying aura like he’s seconds away from ripping someone apart just for breathing wrong. the kind of look that screams ‘i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.’”
she glanced at you sideways, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“but the second he finds you?” she added, voice dropping with amusement, “it’s like a switch flips.”
shoko’s words lingered in your mind for days after that conversation, replaying over and over.
so when you and sukuna made plans to go to the cinema (and for once, he didn’t argue or override your choice of movie) you found yourself thinking about it again.
you stood in the crowded lobby, surrounded by a restless sea of people waiting for the theater doors to open. the air buzzed with chatter, the scent of popcorn thick and buttery, lights reflecting off polished floors. yet none of it held your attention. your eyes stayed locked on the entrance, anticipating the moment a certain tall, pink-haired menace would stroll in like he owned the place.
your heart picked up just a little, curiosity bubbling under your skin.
and soon enough, a familiar tuft of pink hair slipped into your vision, and your breath caught just a little as you focused on him.
the moment he stepped inside, his eyes immediately began searching, sharp and restless. a small frown sat on his face, brows drawn together in concentration, hands tucked into his pockets as he turned his head, scanning the crowd like nothing else in the room mattered.
someone bumped into him on the way, a girl mumbling a rushed apology but he didn’t even react. not a glance, not a pause. she lingered for a second, clearly taken aback at his looks before walking off.
his gaze really did scream “i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.”
he moved further in, slow and deliberate, eyes still sweeping over every face until they passed over you. paused. and then snapped back.
for a brief second, he just stared, like his mind needed that extra moment to catch up that it was you.
you watched it happen right in front of you: the shift.
his steps faltered slightly, shoulders easing as if some invisible weight had slipped off them. the tension that clung to him softened, just a little, just enough to notice. a quiet exhale leaving him, almost relieved.
and even though his brows were still faintly furrowed there was something warmer there now. something softer.
something that was only ever meant for you.
“there you are,” you murmured, a soft, almost giddy smile tugging at your lips now that you’d seen it for yourself. your fingers curled lightly around his sleeve. “was looking for you.”
“were you?” he hummed, voice low, like he didn’t quite believe you. he dipped his head just enough to press a brief kiss to your hair, lingering for half a second longer than necessary before his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “could’ve fooled me.”
“mm,” you glanced up at him, smile turning a little smug, “maybe not as much as you were looking for me.”
your hand slid into the back pocket of his jeans, giving a small, teasing squeeze. “you looked ready to fight someone.”
he clicked his tongue, eyes flicking down at you with a warning look that didn’t quite land, not when his grip on your waist tightened just slightly.
“watch it,” he muttered, though there was no real bite behind it. still, he didn’t move your hand away as he guiding you toward the snack counter, keeping you tucked close to his side like it was instinct. “get whatever you want for the film.”
he pulled out his credit card without a second thought, barely glancing at the menu. “consider it compensation for making me sit through your pick.” the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.
“you literally agreed,” you pointed out, nudging him with your shoulder.
“yeah,” he scoffed lightly, eyes softening when they landed on you again, "because it’s you.”
very short n shitty but i just got a idea so i barfed it out.... sadly i think i'm consumed not only by writers block but art block WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
WE’RE SOMETHING…RIGHT? ❦ S.PRK
part i. part ii. part iii.
キスして text with your ex toxic situationship.
ꫂ᭪݁ park sunghoon x f rea! , time jump! , cursing , hoon yearning hehe , reader is a meanie now ;) , slight angst if you squint , jealousy!
sel speaks: ohhh we’re so back with number three! lots of you asked for cold reader and i delivered hehehe
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