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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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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
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.
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?
It’s definitely been 7 minutes.
“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?
“Um.” His eyes danced around the closet. “Because I-”
“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.”
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(bet you didn't know this was originally a middle school Todoroki fanfiction 😛)
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