ara.

He finds you magnificent. Why has he never seen you before? Are you new? Did you just transfer here? Were you forced to join this class in order to meet him? He wants to know. He wants to know everything about you. He wants to know if you’re going to promise him your life… that may be a bit of a stretch.

He wonders what your name is. He wonders what you smell like, and he wonders if it’ll become his new favourite scent. It will.

He likes how you’re completely oblivious to his staring. You keep writing down your notes and occasionally smile or giggle about something said by a friend— he wonders how easy it is to make you laugh.

He twiddles his pen to distract himself from getting up and walking over to you. If he puts all his focus into his pen, then maybe he can push all thoughts of you out of his head. But he doesn’t want that. Why would he want that? You’re the best thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon.

He needs to hear your voice.

“Okay, everyone!” The professor calls out, his hands clasped on his lap as he rests against the front of his desk. “It seems we’ve gone a little over our schedule today, but before I dismiss you, I have an assignment to give out.”

Everyone in the room groaned. Whenever Professor Beom gave out assignments or homework, it was always the most gruelling pieces of work that required the most words or content in the shortest amount of time.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints, thank you!” He crosses one ankle over the other, glaring around the room. “This assignment is different from previous ones. This time you’ll be paired up and given a subject to write an essay on. One of you will write pro, the other will write con.” He stands straight and reaches for a sheet of paper. “I’ll read out the pairs—”

“We don’t get to pick who we’re with?” A student raises his hand, and others murmur in agreement. Professor Beom’s pairings will no doubt be incompatible. It’s like he’s already setting up his students for failure.

Professor Beom shakes his head. More groans.

“It’s not fair!” Another student calls out. Jake catches you rolling your eyes at everyone’s complaining. He doesn’t see you complaining, he sees you writing. Notes, presumably. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a letter confessing your undying love for him.

“Enough!” Jake is pulled from his daydream. Screw you, Beom. “I’m stuck here teaching incompetent children who don’t know how to listen to a simple instruction. Do you think I find that fair? No. Be quiet now and listen for your names.”

Jake doesn’t listen to the list of names, but what he does listen to is his name paired with one he’s never heard before.

You. It’s you.

His heart rate picks up and he can feel it thrumming against his chest. It seems fate is on his side.

He watches you whisper to your friends. They seem to cringe as they point towards him. Screw your friends. Whatever lies they’re feeding you, he’ll knock them right out of your head. He’ll deny every rumour, every look, every damn word that falls from their lips, he’ll deny it. He doesn’t want you to paint him in a horrible light— he wants you to think the world of him.

Once the professor finishes reading out the list of pairs, he dismisses everyone and shouts out that the deadline is in two weeks time.

Jake gathers his books, shoving them into his backpack like he’s in a rush. He’s trying to speed up his actions so he can talk to you sooner. But what he doesn’t take into count is that when he takes his gaze away from you, he can’t see what your next move is.

He feels a tap on his shoulder. He looks at the person who belongs to the hand. You. It’s you.

“Hi.” Your smile brightens up the room. Whether it may be an awkward one, or a pensive one, or a shy one, or an excited one, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is how he gets an up close look at your smile.

You begin shifting your weight awkwardly, he notices this by looking you up and down. He also notices the awkwardness in your features and drops his backpack on the table. You look at his backpack and back to him, you smile again. You like how he’s giving you his full attention.

“Hi.” He says. “I’m Jake.” You know this already, you heard the professor.

“I’m Y/N.” He knows your name, he heard the professor call it out with yours. It sounded good— no, it sounded perfect paired up with your name.

He’s watching you watch him. He reaches his hand out for you to shake, you glance down at his hand and giggle with a shake of your head. “No need to be so formal. We’ll be spending quite some time together, we should get comfy.”

Wow. You want him to be comfortable around you. You really are an angel, worrying about how he feels around you. You care. You care about him. “Comfy?” Yet he still feels the need to question you.

“Yeah,” you nod your head. “I don’t want you feeling like you can’t talk to me without, um, permission.”

“What...?” Jake looks at you weirdly. You don’t like this look, only because you don’t understand it. Everyone knows that Jake couldn’t talk to girls without asking for their permission first- well, that’s what you’ve been told anyway. Sometimes your friends do like to take part in whatever gossip has been floating around campus, so you’re not too sure whether you should believe them or not.

You grip the handle of his backpack and hand it to him. “Come on, we should head out. Professor Beom probably has another class waiting.”

Jake takes his bag from you, his fingers graze against yours and it’s almost like his hand sets on fire. He stares down at your hand still gripping the handle, you quickly remove it and brush it down your front. Your hand felt like it was on fire too.

You give him a small smile before leading the two of you out of the classroom. When you opened the door, a bunch of eyes landed on you and Jake, and for some reason, they began whispering. Why were they whispering? Were they finally proud of Jake for pulling the prettiest girl in the world? Were they annoyed that you were now unavailable? They’re definitely jealous.

“Do you know why they’re staring at us?” You fall back in step to walk side-by-side with him. His fingers twitch at his side, eager to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to spook you out.

“No idea.” He’s lying. He knows why. He just wants you to figure it out on your own, you’re too smart to play dumb to everyone’s jealousy.

You try to ignore the stares as you make your way out of the building. Jake follows you. He’d follow you anywhere and everywhere. Where you go, he’ll go. He wants to always be near you. If he can’t have you to himself— and that’s a big if— he’ll just make do with watching you from afar. But, hopefully, not too far.

“So, where should we go?” You spin on your heels, turning to look at him. He likes to stare, but you don’t mind.

Jake starts to think about what your house looks like. What your bedroom looks like, what it smells like. Does your room smell like you, or does it smell like your favourite candle? He also wants to know what pattern your bedding is, maybe he could match it. But what Jake really wants is to see you sitting in his bedroom, looking all innocent.

“We could go to the library, or your house, or my house, or a café?” He gave you options, fingers crossed behind his back in hopes you’ll choose correctly. Not like there is a right answer... oh, who’s he kidding, of course there’s a right answer.

You twirl a piece of your hair around a finger. “Your house sounds perfect.”

Jake felt his heart leap in his throat. You chose correctly. You want to be in his house. In his room. In his head. He does a risky move and places a hand on your lower back, “It’s this way.” He guides you off campus, to his car, and then to his house.

Oh, sweetheart. Let’s hope you won’t regret this.

You looked so pretty perched on his bed. He’s not bothered that you’re here only to discuss who’s doing what for the assignment. He doesn’t care that you don’t notice the way he’s looking at you. He doesn’t care that he can’t smell your perfume anymore. All he’s focused on is that you are in his bedroom, on his bed.

He wants this image etched into his mind forever.

“Are you not gonna sit down?” You gestured to the empty spot next to you after you moved your books out of the way.

His breath hitched in his throat. He’ll be sitting right next to you and he’s not sure if he can keep his hands to himself. All he’s craving is you. Why is this happening, though? Why has he all of a sudden gotten this… infatuation with you? All he knows is your name.

But a name is enough to become obsessed.

“Sorry, I thought you wanted your space.” God, he’s so pathetic. Stop sounding so pathetic, Jake.

You shake your head and give him a smile, “Never.”

“Never.” He mutters under his breath, a smile of his own forming on his lips as he watches you flick through your notes. Your handwriting is so pretty. It resembles you, in a way.

You grab a highlighter and start turning the words an awful shade of lime green. “I can feel you staring at me.”

“W—what? I’m not— I’m not staring.” Jake stumbles over his words. He hates the feeling of being called out; it makes him want to hurt people. Confrontation is a bitch, and he believes it should be resolved with a black eye. But he’d never hurt you. Oh, no. He wouldn’t lay a hand on you… unless you asked.

You look up at him through your lashes, “It’s okay, I don’t mind you staring… in fact, I think it’s kinda hot.”

His heart leaped into his lap. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, biting down on your lower lip. “It makes me wonder what you’re thinking about when you look at me. Are you thinking of who’s doing which essay? Or, are you thinking of what you wanna do to me?”

Jake breaks eye contact with you and stares at your books. You’re getting to him. He hates it. He loves it. How are you doing this to him already?

“What do you want me to be thinking?”

You smirk, dropping your highlighter and leaning in until you’re inches away from his face. “I’m hoping you’re thinking about all the things you want to do to me.”

Fuck. Jake can feel his cock twitching in his jeans. He has to be careful not to get hard. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself just in case things don’t progress. “I have many things I want to do to, and with you.”

You squeeze your thighs together, not even trying to hide the fact that it’s turning you on. You’ve only just met this guy and you’re already wanting to take off your panties so he can have his way with you. It’s been quite a long time since someone has made you feel this way. The last guy that had you keen for him moved across to the other side of the world; his reasoning behind it being that you scared him off and that your behaviour should get you locked up.

You totally disagreed, hence why the police implemented no contact. Yes. The police told you and signed a document saying that you couldn’t have any form of contact with him. Some boys mistake true love with obsession... but, isn’t it the same thing?

“Tell me.” Your breath fanned across his face and he could smell the minty chewing gum you had previously chewed. “Tell me what you plan on doing to me.”

Jake’s mind is going haywire. He has so many things— dirty things— he plans to do with you. “I want to tie you up. I want to tie you to my bed and kiss all the way down your stomach until I’m above your pussy. You’ll be dripping on my sheets before I touch you with my hands. I also want to press you against my shower wall and fuck you from behind. I want the water running down your body. I want the steam in the bathroom to be from us fucking so hard. I really, really, really want to hear you moaning my name, begging me to let you cum on my cock.”

You gulp. You’ve never wanted to be touched so badly in your entire life. You can just imagine everything playing out. His lips would caress your skin with the prettiest love bites, his teeth would leave small bite marks on your thighs, and his hand would leave prints all over your ass.

It’s something you want. No. It’s something you crave.

“I think I want to kiss you.” Your cheeks feel hot.

“I think I want to kiss you, too.” Jake has a small smile on his lips as he closes the gap between your bodies. When you feel his lips on yours, butterflies erupt in your stomach. Angels swoon when he finally kisses you. Birds begin chirping, flowers start blooming, obsession becomes love.

Jake tilts his head to the side, urging the kiss to deepen but you pull away before his tongue decides to slide into your mouth.

You swipe the back of your hand against your lips, wiping away your mixed saliva. Jake looks a little hurt from your action, did you not enjoy the kiss? To set his mind right, you lick the saliva off your hand and flash him a cheeky smile.

“You’re a good kisser, Jakey.”

Oh. My. God. You think he’s a good kisser? He never knew how much those words could affect him. You, the new girl of his dreams, thinks he’s good at kissing.

He can’t help the big smile forming on his lips. He’s just so mesmerised by you, and he can’t believe that you’re all his. He’s hoping you feel the same way. What if you don’t feel everything he’s feeling? What if, just what if, this is all a little game to you? He remembers your friends pointing at him and grimacing, what did they say to you? He wants to know what filthy lies your friends planted in your head.

“I think we should start planning this assignment. Professor Beom doesn’t go too lightly on the criticism.” You pick up your highlighter again and act like you didn’t just lick his spit from off your hand.

Okay, she’s probably just playing it cool. Don’t overthink it, Jake.

Jake has been heavy on your mind.

He's all you think about. He's all you want to think about. Fuck meeting up with your friends— you want to think about Jake all day. Brush off having dinner with your parents— you want to think about Jake all night.

Anything you do, Jake is always there in your mind.

Whether it be his name; his voice; his smile; his goddamn perfect face, here's there and he's not planning on leaving.

A deep down part of you knows you're falling back into your bad habits. You know you shouldn't get obsessed with him, but you can't help it. It's like he reciprocates the same energy. No, not like, he does. Without you knowing, Jake put his number into your phone, followed all his social media accounts, sent himself pictures from your phone, and figured out your password.

Now, to a normal minded person, this would freak them out, but to you, to you it made your heart swell.

Jake was you. You were Jake.

You think that if you didn’t kiss him last night, you’d probably not keep checking his social media accounts every ten minutes.

It pained you knowing that he was out with his friends doing God knows what. You wanted to be there with him. You wanted to glare at girls who looked his way— you also wanted to scratch their eyes out, but you wanted to make a good first impression on his friends.

Would it be weird if you went to his location? You know for a fact that he’d do the same. If he saw you were out with your friends, Jake would check your location and hurry to wherever you were. A part of him can’t stand the thought of your friends leading you somewhere where guys can ogle and touch you. The thought alone makes him sick.

You quickly check his last location: Club Midnight.

He’s at Club Midnight? Your stomach drops to the floor. Everyone knows that people go there to get laid. Nobody cares about the music, the drinks, the hosts. That club is specifically known for getting people laid.

You were mad. Fuming. Fucking angry.

How dare Jake go there knowing you wanted him. This wasn’t a game of cat and mouse. You thought you made yourself pretty clear last night with that kiss— he certainly made himself clear about how he felt.

All that talk about wanting to fuck you? Was that a joke to him? If it was, well, he had another thing coming.

In a split second, you had on your sluttiest outfit, done your makeup to perfection, and had your hair done like you were a lil’ doll. This better get his attention.

It didn’t take long to arrive at the club. The big neon sign shone down on you and you could hear the bass of the music pounding inside the building each time the security guard opened the door. You gave him one look over before squeezing yourself through the door; seems like the security here is shot to shit.

“Now, where are you?” You muttered under your breath, grabbing a glass from a blonde girl carrying around a tray of different alcohol drinks.

The music pounded into your eardrums, almost deafening you. You weren’t a massive fan of nightclubbing, but when the opportunity arose to get drunk and look hot, you weren’t exactly going to say no. But now that you’re actually in a nightclub, you kind of understand why people enjoy it so much.

Your eyes scan the dance floor. So many sweaty bodies stick and grind against each other; strobe lights flashing all around, illuminating faces; the floor was sticky with spilt drinks, and you were finding it quite hard to keep your shoes on.

You were having trouble finding Jake. It was like he was hiding himself on purpose, trying not to be seen by the one person who he needs.

It was as if the heralds heard your call— a bright white strobe of light flashed across a table booth in the corner of the club, a happy smiling Jake caught your vision. Well, well, well, there you are. Your legs moved on instinct toward the table. Your heart was pounding in your chest, hoping that you weren’t going to find some random group of girls sitting with him.

He looked so perfect. He was wearing all black- black jeans, black shirt, black shoes... black hair? When the fuck did he dye his hair black? You were just with him yesterday and now all of a sudden his hair is a different colour. Did he not even bother to text or call you to let you know he was making a change to his appearance?

Without any hesitation, you slammed your glass down on the table and flashed everyone sitting there a sarcastic grin. “Hi.”

Jake startles and stares up at you. A part of him wonders how you knew he was here, or how you knew he was sitting at this booth. But he pushed those thoughts to the side, all he focuses is on is that you’re here right in front of him wearing… holy fuck! You look absolutely fucking hot and all his friends can see you.

He doesn’t like that one bit. He has to make a claim that you’re unavailable.

“Hi.” He scoots over in the booth to allow you some room to sit down. He’s never been so grateful that they ignored the girls in the club tonight. “What are you doing here?”

“I was here with some friends. They just left. I saw you when I came out of the bathroom, so I thought I’d come and say hi.” Complete and utter bullshit. But he doesn’t need to know that.

Jake can sense your words were a lie, but in all honesty, he doesn’t seem to care.

“Wanna introduce me?” You sneakily place a hand on his thigh underneath the table, away from his friends prying eyes. They didn’t need to know what goes on between you two— but then again, it would be hot for everyone to know he’s yours.

Jake shifts himself and spreads his legs apart just the slightest hint, but you know why he’s done that— it makes it easier for you to reach the zipper of his jeans.

“These are my friends: Heeseung, Jongseong and Sunghoon.” He points to each one as he says their names. You receive awkward smiles and head nods and return the same energy. Jake watches them look at you— he can read his friends pretty well, and from what he’s seeing, they seem to also like what you’re wearing. Why would you go out in public for everyone to see you like that? Surely it would make perfect fucking sense for him only see you dressed like this?

“So… did you pull any girls?” You bat your eyelashes at Jake, your hand sneaking higher to the button of his jeans, just toying with it enough to make him crazy.

His breath hitches in his throat and he takes a swig of his beer to try and conceal how he’s truly feeling about your fingers right above his dick.

“He couldn’t get a girl even if he was the richest man on Earth.” Jongseong shakes his head as he chuckles. “Me, though? I had girls left, right and centre.” You scowl at him, you’re not sure if you want to throw your drink over him or spit in his face.

As you continue to scowl at his friend, you slip your fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, the zipper all the way down. You feel yourself clench on nothing as your hand closes around his cock— he’s so big and you feel your mind drifting off into bliss at the thought of him being inside you.

Jake grabs your wrist, you look at him with big, innocent doe eyes. He doesn’t look at you, all he does is move your hand up and down. He’s using your hand to get himself off… you’ve never been so turned on.

“You never told us your name.” You snap your head to the three boys sitting in front of you. Your mind is elsewhere and you will literally beg to not be distracted right now. “What’s your name?”

Before you answer, you squeeze your fingers around him and he sucks in a breath. “Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

Heeseung and Jongseong exchange a weird look. Sunghoon isn’t even paying any attention to the conversation since he’s spotted a girl making out with another girl on the dance floor— guess you now know what gets him going.

As you stare at Jongseong and Heeseung, Jake still guides your hand through the motions to help him get off. You know it’s risky, he knows it’s risky, but the risk is feeling too good to stop.

You use your free hand to down your drink, the alcohol burns as it goes down your throat. It’s almost as if the drink gave you some form of confidence boost, that you put your full attention onto Jake and the way he’s fucking himself into your hand. You find it funny how no one can see what’s happening.

“You good?” The smirk on your lips was enough to have him cum, but he held off. He wanted to relish the fact your hand was around his cock. Next time it’ll be your mouth.

“So good.” Jake bites down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan. He wants to make noise so desperately but he’s finding it difficult as time passes on.

Heeseung and Jongseong keep going back and forth on whether they should order shots or not. You find the conversation quite funny since they’ve started to list pros and cons of drinking a whole tray of tequila and vodka shots… the cons outweigh the pros yet they still order.

You don’t pay any attention to when a lady comes over with the tray, you just look down at your hand getting fucked. You clench your thighs together and awkwardly shift to create some friction of your own; it doesn’t quite work and you get annoyed.

You decide to take matters into your own hands— quite literally— and start a quick pace to match the bass of the loud music in the club. Jake’s hands fly to the edge of the table to steady himself and Sunghoon notices something isn’t right.

“Jake… you good?” Sunghoon tilts his head to the side, nursing an empty shot glass between his fingers.

“He’s okay.” You answer for him, raising more suspicion. “He’s more than okay.”

With a quick swipe of your thumb over the tip of his cock, his spurting hot, white cum into the palm of your hand. You gasp at the feeling and Jake throws back a shot in order to not give away that he’s just cum in front of his friends.

You slowly continue to pump his cock until his legs start to twitch from the sensitivity. Oh, how cute. He’s a sensitive boy.

You retract your hand and look at the mess he’s made of it. “Hey, Jake?” You whisper his name and he stares right into your eyes. You take this moment to lick a long stripe on your hand, his cum covering your tongue before you swallow it with a satisfied hum. “You taste so good.”

Jake has no words. He’s suddenly speechless and can’t believe what he’s witnessed. At this point, it’s safe to say that Jake knows you’ll be the death of him— it’s just a matter of time before it comes true.

Oh, I’ll get you back for this, Y/N. Just you wait.

You and Jake have been cramming this assignment for as long as you can remember, well, that might be an exaggeration, but you’ve had enough of typing and using words and arguments you never use just to make a silly point in order to get a good grade.

Professor Beom really has it in for his class. He’s the only professor out of the whole college that gives his students ridiculous scores for no reason.

The first time you handed in an assignment, he gave you the lowest score out of the whole class. And his reasoning was that you didn’t use enough commas. Yes, you didn’t use enough commas and he gave you a shit acore for it.

So whether you want to or not, Jake is round yours and typing away frustratingly on his laptop to get his own argument across. “Who’s stupid idea was it to give us the topic of whether plug sockets to have switches or not?”

You scoff, “Beom, that’s who.”

You click too many times on the mouse and your computer freezes. “Life is fucking me in the ass.”

Jake perks up at that, “Well… I could replace life and fuck your ass instead?”

“W—what?” You choke on your spit, mind blowing up to an image of his cock stuffed in your ass. You hum at the thought and you can feel Jake’s eyes boring into you— you watched him trail down your body, he was basically eye-fucking you at this point.

“You know, you’ve touched my cock, but I haven’t touched you. At all.”

You nod, “Wise words. What do you wanna do about it?”

Jake closes his laptop and rises from your bed. He takes slow strides over to where you’re sitting at your desk and places his hands on either side of your body, trapping you in his arms. “Why don’t you tell me what should be done to resolve this situation?”

There’s so many things you want him to do to your body. It’s difficult to pinpoint which one you’re craving the most.

“I think I’d really enjoy it if your tongue was on my pussy.” Your voice was a whisper and you’re surprised Jake had heard you. He leaned in impossibly close and you could feel his breath fan across your cheeks; you felt like withering away.

Jake lowers onto his knees, spreading your legs as he goes down. The touch of his hands on your bare thighs has you shivering, despite the fact his touch was hot. Very hot.

“Jake…” again, you whisper and he hears you.

“What’s the matter?” He presses soft kisses on both of your knees. “You really want my tongue on your pussy, or are you just talking big?”

You cower under his gaze. Your pussy is already leaking through your panties. Jake grazes two fingers along your inner thighs until he reaches your covered core. Your shorts felt suffocating and you wanted them off. “Take my shorts off.”

Jake does as he’s told. His fingers hook the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down your legs before throwing them across the room. “Awe,” he pouts at the wet patch on your panties. “That’s adorable.”

You roll your eyes, “Either make out with my pussy or continue with the assignment.”

“I don’t like ultimatums, especially if it involves your pussy.” Jake nips at your inner thigh, his fingers hooking in your underwear to pull them down your legs, your pussy now on full display, glistening with your arousal.

Jake bites down on his lip to stop himself from smiling. Fuck, your pussy was so goddamn pretty. He wants the sight of your cunt to be imprinted in his mind forever. He wants you forever. There was no way in hell that he’d let you slip away from his fingers.

You watch him with hooded eyes, your tongue darting out to wet your lips in anticipation of what Jake will do. He looks so handsome between your legs. Hopefully now he’ll realise that he’s meant to be with you.

You squirm under his gaze, getting impatient with how he’s just staring at you. “Come on, do something.”

You earn a quick slap to your thigh.

“Please?”

“Much better.” Jake breaths out and suddenly licks a long stripe up your slit, gathering your juices on his tongue. He shuts his eyes and lets out a deep groan. “I knew you’d taste good, but I never thought it would be this good. Damn, I could taste you forever.”

He keeps going back and forth with his tongue; licking long stripes up your slit until he reaches your clit, pulling away so you can barely feel the tip of his tongue graze your sensitive nub. At first it felt good— you enjoyed being teased, but the longer it went on, the more you wanted to grab his head and grind yourself on his face until you ended up cumming.

The thought was brief, but Jake could sense your mind was elsewhere. “Am I not doing a good enough job?”

You shake your head, “No! You’re doing g—great, you’re doing fucking great.” Now he was kitten licking your clit. It seemed as if he too enjoyed teasing you.

“Then what is it, hm?” The vibration of his voice shot tendrils of pleasure shooting through your veins. He was only using his mouth yet it felt like he was using everything in his power to make you squirm. You tried keeping still but he was too talented with that wet muscle of his. “Quit moving, or I won’t let you cum.”

You whimper before scowling at him. “And don’t give me that look, ‘cause that’s making me not want to continue.” He’s lying through his teeth. Of course he wants to continue eating you out. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, there’s no way in hell that he’d ever stop because you’re being desperate. In fact, it makes him want to do it more just so he can hear you beg for him.

If someone had told Jake that he’d be sucking the pussy of the girl who obsesses over him just as much as he obsesses over her, he’d think they were lying.

“J—Jake…” he’s too hard in his joggers. He can’t think straight any more. The longer his mouth stays slurping at your pussy lips, the more he just wants to fuck you until you’re a crying mess… fuck. He wants that so bad. “Jake, please… do something. I wanna cum.”

He pulls away from you and you begin whining. It felt like torture.

He was still kneeling before you as he shoved his joggers and briefs down his thighs, his cock standing proud against his stomach. You saw the tip oozing precum and you suddenly got a memory of what he tasted like from a couple nights ago.

“Jakey, are you going to fuck me?” Your voice was all cute and innocent, pretending to not know what he was planning on doing. He liked how you were acting innocent— it made him want to corrupt you.

He aligned the tip of his cock to your dripping hole, both of you ignoring the fact that you weren’t prepped, but with how wet you are, it wasn’t going to be a problem. “Yeah, baby, I’m going to fuck you real good.”

Jake slowly eases himself into you, your walls clenching at the delicious feeling of being stretched out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands fly to the arm rests of the chair, fingers digging into the plastic.

“Shit—oh my God.” Jake already seems breathless. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Uh huh,” you nod your head and moan out. He fits you like a glove and you feel warmth spreading through your veins. This is what it feels like when you finally have someone who feels the same about you as you feel about them. You’re never letting him go. Ever.

He pulls out slightly before thrusting back in harshly, your body jolting against the chair. “Jake!”

Your jaw goes slack at the rhythm he’s set, your eyes finding him and never leaving. It feels like he’s staring right into your soul, his teeth are gritted together and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to cum too quickly.

“How does it feel, baby?” Jake brings both his hands to cup your face, his thumb’s gently rubbing your cheeks in the same pace as his hips. “How does it feel with my cock inside you?”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. All you can do is grip his arms and allow him to keep fucking himself into you, a loud squelching sound coming from your cunt.

“Come on,” he gently taps the side of your head in a mocking gesture. “Surely you can form a simple sentence?”

You move a hand to his throat to pull him closer before squeezing your fingers. “You feel fucking amazing. I want you inside me all day and all night. I never want your cock out of me.” You see and feel his hips stutter. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Jake groans and suddenly stills. It seems as if your words had made him reach his climax. He really is sensitive.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He slowly leans back and slips out of you, a dribble of his cum sliding out of your pussy lips. “Beautiful.”

You frown and stare at him with intent. “I may have a pretty pussy, but I still haven’t had my orgasm.”

Jake chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll make you cum once the whole world knows you’re mine and only mine. Sounds good?”

You grin, “Sounds perfect.”

Jay had been silent since you left your sister’s place, and you weren't able to pinpoint the reason for his sudden silence your car held. His eyes were fixated on the road, the only sound you heard was the faint music playing on the radio, paired with honking of other vehicles outside.

He seldom acted this way, which further worried you. The visit was a success, his smile never left his face during that time. In fact, your family loved him, and that’s exactly why they insisted on bringing Jay with you to meet your sister’s newborn daughter.

Your heart melted at the sight of Jay with kids, even more so when you saw him hold your niece with such soft eyes and care. However, his silence was puzzling to you.

“Jay, what’s wrong?” You asked softly once you reached home, changing into your comfortable clothes.

Jay stopped midway, turning to look at you in just his boxers. His eyes dark and gaze longing as he came closer to you.

“Jay?” You asked in a whisper.

He called out your name in his deep voice, pulling you closer by the waist and tilting your chin softly so that his lips brushed against yours as he spoke his next words.

“I—I couldn’t stop thinking about having a baby with you,” he confessed, looking right in your eye.

Your eyes widened at his confession before you felt his hands tightening around your waist.

“So breed me,” you spoke against his lips.

He smashed his lips against yours in a rushed kiss, his mouth travelling down to your neck as he nipped at your skin, marking you up, the room suddenly misty with the desire of you both wanting to have your insides painted white.

It was almost magical how easily he took control over your body, getting rid of your clothes, simply letting lust and desire take over both of your senses.

He pushed you on the bed, getting on top of you before he bit your lip, “want me to fill you up, yeah? Want me to put my babies inside you?” his voice came out husky.

“Yes, please!” You whispered out, gasping once he pushed in two digits inside your pussy, stretching you out as he curled his fingers, your back arching at the feeling.

Jay had wanted to cum freely inside you for a long while, which he didn’t due to the risk of you being knocked up, but now that he had seen you hold a sweet little baby with so much love, a sudden desire to have a baby with you had taken over his mind, not to mention that he had your permission now.

Your mind goes into a frenzy with just his fingers, his lips on your skin, “Jay, want you in me,” you whimpered.

“So desperate to be bred by me,” he smirked, getting up and discarding his boxers to reveal his fully hardened cock, red and leaking.

Your eyes rolled back to your skull with how swiftly he entered your cunt, your walls taking him in fully as he bottomed out inside you.

Desperately moaning and whimpering once you finally had him inside of you, you bucked your hips up to meet him in a pathetic manner, you arch your back once he starts speeding up, his cock reaching the deepest spots as waves of pleasure soared through your body, your voice shaky as he kissed your neck, marking it alongside.

“Jay, I’m so close,” the way you called out his name was enough to make him twitch as his actions turned faster and sloppier.

And let go, spilling his seeds inside you as he thrusted to push it all inside your tight pussy. You held on to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you creamed his cock, while he did the same with your insides, breathing hard as you experienced your unadulterated euphoria.

He pulled out after a few seconds of being in you, his eyes scanning how your lips were swollen, tears in your eyes and chest heaving up and down. The sight of his cum dripping down your pussy, however, was his favourite one.

“Fuck! Fuck you look so pretty like that, I knew you’d take my cum so well, I’ll fill you up until you can’t take me anymore,” he groaned before pulling you in a breathtaking kiss, you reciprocated his actions in no time.

You broke the kiss to say, “Fill me up again.”

And he didn’t need to be told twice.

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about us.

PAIRING ▸ ex! jungwon x reader

GENRE ▸ break up! au, e2ls, angst, romance, fluff 

SUMMARY ▸ when you and jungwon got together, you didn’t expect your relationship to end so suddenly- or so painfully. now months later, you also didn’t expect to encounter said person, and with him comes back everything. 

AKA the past hurts. 

PLAYING ▸ love scenario by ikon.

“you’re too precious to just leave in the past.”

i like you.

PAIRING ▸ dancer! niki x dancer! reader

GENRE ▸ dancer! au, a2ls, romance, fluff, humor

SUMMARY ▸ a collab with one of the best dancers at your studio might not sound too bad. it would’ve been amazing, except for the fact that in the ten years you’ve known nishimura riki, you’ve only spoken a total of two words to your beloved dance partner. 

AKA a try not to be awkward challenge. 

PLAYING ▸ i like you by post malone (ft doja cat).

“i need someone to share this heart with me.”

what’s after.

PAIRING ▸ childhood friend! sunghoon x reader

GENRE ▸ university! au, f2ls, romance, fluff, coming of age

SUMMARY ▸ okay, you like sunghoon. it might've taken much longer for you to admit it, but now that you know, so what? you like him, and you have a tiny theory he might like you too. even so, you have no idea as to what comes after that.

AKA seriously, what comes after like?

PLAYING ▸ after like by ive.

“this is a space for you and i.”

at its finest.

PAIRING ▸ bsf! sunoo x reader

GENRE ▸ bsf2ls, romance, fluff, angst, humor

SUMMARY ▸ your best friend sunoo has been by your side since you could even remember. developing feelings for him came naturally, to the point you almost forgot that you liked him. even so, you would never miss the chance to tell him how you truly felt.

AKA kim sunoo’s biggest fan is you and you only. 

PLAYING ▸ celebrity by iu. 

“you’re a star painted with a left hand.”

text me.

PAIRING ▸ rich kid! jay x reader 

GENRE ▸ rich kid! au, a2ls, beginning relationship! au, fluff, romance, humor

SUMMARY ▸ a new boy and a new number imputed into your contacts provides more entertainment into your life than you formerly thought. now everytime you look at your phone, the stupidest look appears on your face and you’re not sure if it’s a good thing or not. 

AKA ‘left on read’ is a term you don’t know.

PLAYING ▸ text me by dpr live. 

“comedy? haha, you’re just like me.” 

as long as you care.

PAIRING ▸ singer! jake x reader 

GENRE ▸ long distance relationship! au, boyfriend jake, fluff, romance, angst, comfort

SUMMARY ▸ with a long distance relationship came many, many struggles and you honestly didn’t have a clue how you were getting through them. despite the thousands of miles between you and your boyfriend and the countless unshed tears, you know he still cares. 

AKA it’s all bright lights and red eyes. 

PLAYING ▸ as long as you care by ruel. 

“i haven’t seen your face in miles and miles.” 

MAIN TAGLIST ▸ @precioussoulofmine @lov3niki @heesterical @coffeewon @rerequire @lynanist

“hello?” you said as you put the phone by your ear. “hey baby” jungwon said as he smiled. he loved listening to you talk. “what you up to?” he continued. “nothing much, i jus put seobi to sleep, so im working on my car right now. what about you?” you said as you crossed your arms and leaned against your tool table. “car? you working on something baby?” he asked as he sat up. “yeah, i’ve been working on it for a while now.” you replied. there was silence. “can i come see?” he asked after a while. “sure, let me know when you’re outside” you said. “okay” he replied and switched off the phone.

to say you were nervous was and understatement. he’s never been to your home area and you haven’t been to his. and to top it all off, he was definitely far richer than you would ever be, so him coming over was alot. you heard a car pull in your driveway and already knew it was jungwon. you opened the garage as he climbed out the car. he walked in and took you in for a moment.

you were wearing your normal comfortable clothes, jus like he imagined. instead this time you were wearing a pair of dirty overalls with your grey hoodie. your hair was tied up in a bun and lastly, you were wiping the oil from your hands on a cloth. he loved whenever you looked comfortable and domestically. (or in other words, always). “hi” you smiled as you walked up to him. he smiled as he brought you in for a hug. the faint scent of your natural smell covered him in warmth.

you pulled away from the hug and laughed softly. “sorry, i don’t normally clean up when im at home” you said as you looked down at your attire. jungwon smiled. “i dont care how you look when you’re around me, i jus want you to be comfortable baby” jungwon smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist. you got flustered.

“u-uh, this way” you said trying to get away from him. jungwon chuckled as he knew already.

you lead him into your house as he took a look around. it felt like…..home? it wasn’t very big and definitely didnt have many rooms but it felt very homey and very you. you continued walking behind you through the back door and into your working area. there he saw the iconic blue nissan. next to it was the 2006 mitsubishi lancer eveloution XI, and lastly the 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV supera. which was bright pink.

“holy shit” jungwon said as he looked at the cars with his jaws dropped. now, as someone as rich as him, you might think that he’s into those super new nice luxurious cars, but no, he was into those old type of cars. exactly the ones you have. “have you been working on all of them?” he asked curiously. he had to know. he’s already so in love with you, that whether you say yes or no, he wont mind. “yes” you replied as you walked towards the toyota supra.

“so how’d you get all these cars?” he asked as he followed you. “well the 2006 mitubushi i got as my very first car. my uncle gave it to me so i started playing around with it and working on it. the nissan skyline i would say was my very first car that i had built. she’s definitely my favourite out of the bunch. and holds a special place in my heart. and at the moment im working on the toyota supera which is the newest to my collection. i picked it up at a car crash place and ive been working on it ever since. you said as you continued where you left off on working on it.

jungwon stood in awe as he watched you. he couldn’t believe you were real. “hm i see, now why do you race?” he asked as he walked to the hood of the car, where you were standing. you tensed at the question. “i dont wanna talk about it.” you said coldly as you carried on working in the hood. “okay its no worries baby” jungwon said concerned as he put his hand on your waist and rubbed the spot. he was standing behind you as he leaned down to see what the problem was. “your alternator is dead, thats why your car wont start.” he said as he looked at you. “come look here” he continued.

you leaned down to see. “your cables are damaged, you can either fix them or get a new alternator which would be cheaper.” he said as he looked at you. your breath hitched as you turned to look at him. your faces were a fee centimetres apart. you saw how his eyes went from yours to your lips and back up. he leaned him slightly as you straightened your back to stand straight again. “t-thank you” you said as you looked down. “anytime, i gotta go tho, call me if you need anything okay?” jungwon said as he check his phone. “yeah i will” you smiled as you continued to look down.

he brought his hand up to your chin and raised it. “my eyes are up here baby” he said as he made eye contact with you. you blushed and nodded. he left a quick kiss on your cheek and left. you stood there frozen for the next few minutes, not being able to comprehend what jus happened.

once jungwon reached home, he pulled his car in and softly went to his room. before he could reach his door, he was met with 6 other guys sitting in the living room, waiting for him. “where have you been jungwon?” jake asked. “i was at yns” he replied as his cheeks started to blush. “yn?” sunghoon asked for confirmation. jungwon nodded. “okay, you can go” sunghoon smirked as he knew jungwon knew that tomorrow morning they had to talk about it. “cmon man we-“ jake said before he was interrupted. “im tired” sunghoon said as he walked off, leaving an annoyed jake behind.

the next morning couldnt have come faster. jungwon woke up and rubbed his eyes. he yawned as he climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen where he knew heeseung would be. “morning” heeseung said as he smiled. “morning” jungwon said back as he took his tea and walked out back to the couches.

“morning jungwon” sunghoon said as he smirked as the younger boy. “morning sunghoon” he said as he laughed slightly. “tell me everything” sunghoon said.

after jungwon had explained what happened, sunghoon was staring into the distance. “jungwon, she likes you. and you like her too.” sunghoon said. “well i know i do, but i dint know what to do, should i ask her out? or-“ jungwon said as he got interrupted. “ask her out. but im warning you, if you do end up dating her, you need to keep her private and safe. you know everyone out here in this world is coming at you, and if they know yn’s your weakness, they’ll take it to their advantage. think this through okay.” sunghoon said as he smiled at jungwon before walking off.

he left jungwon to think. was it worth it in the end? i mean yes he was absolutely head over heals for you, but at the end of the day, danger would increase and that isn’t something he wanted. he sighed as he looked down at his cup.

he took his phone out from his pocket and made his decision. he went to your contact and dialled your number. it took a few rings before you picked up. “hello?” you said as you sounded as if you jus had woken up. “yn go on a date with me?” jungwon asked as his bit his lip in anticipation. “when?” you asked after a while of silence. “tomorrow night? i’ll come pick you up at 6pm” jungwon said as he tried to hide his smile. “sure” you replied. “okay bye” he said before hanging up. he definitely wouldn’t regret this.

getting ready for your date with jungwon was, complicated to say the least. yes you wanted to impress him but you also wanted to be comfortable. you oped for baggy jeans with a skin tight top, to create the baggy-pants-tight-top look.

you were nervous, even more when you heard a familiar car pull up to your garage. you opened the door and there stood jungwon, with flowers in his hands? “these are for you” jungwon said as he smiled at you. you smiled and thanked him before putting it away.

“ynnie!” jongseob called as he ran towards you with one of his legos. you looked at jungwon, but he was already focused on your younger brother. “hey bub? whats wrong” you asked as you bent down to his level and rubbed his head. “can you open this for me pls” he asked you as he handed you the lego packet that was inside the box. “i gotchu.” you said as you took it from him and opened it.

“ynnie, whos that man?” jongseob whispered to you as he pointed at jungwon. you smiled and answered “hes my friend”. “will i be seeing him more” he asked softly. “hm lets hope so” you said as you looked at jungwon and smiled. you gave jongseob a kiss on his cheek and told him to go inside. you stood back up and faced jungwon once again.

the little interaction made jungwons heart swell with awe. the way you were so careful and soft with him made him happy. he walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for you. “here you go my lady” he said teasingly. you laughed and thanked him before he climbed into the drivers side.

“where are we going?” you asked as you leaned on the centre console slightly. “well i was thinking, since you won me, and is always continuing to win me, i want you to teach me things” jungwon said as he pulled into a racing ground. you looked around the place as you two entered it in awe.

“wait me? for real?” you asked shocked. “yes baby who else?” he said as he parked the car. he climbed out and walked around to open your door for you to climb out. this was the first time you could properly look at jungwon. he was wearing his black converse, paired with loose green cargos and a black hoodie. a bit different from his normal attire he normally wore at racing events.

jungwon grabbed you hand and pulled you to the car garage, where all the cars stood. “choose anyone love” he said as he switched on the light. your jaw fell open. “me?” you said as you pointed at yourself. jungwon laughed and nodded his head.

looking around, all the cars were beautiful yes, but none had caught your eye. that was until you saw the bright green 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse. you dragged your hand over the car and opened the door. you looked at jungwon, and he nodded for you to climb in.

he watched as your eyes lit up upon seeing the green car. odd colour? maybe. but to see you like that? he would do anything. jungwon walked to get the car keys and gave them to you. you started the car and revved it several times and smiled widely. “cmon get in pretty boy” you yelled at jungwon and laughed. he shook his head and climbed into the car.

after driving around with jungwon for a while and showing him a few new tricks he could use when he drives, he took you to a mountain view. it was so beautiful, especially in the night with the moon shining above you two.

“thank you so much, for that and this” you said as you looked at the city in all its glory. “no thank you” jungwon said as he laughed slightly. “i really enjoyed today” you said as you looked at him smiling. he smiled back. you smile dropped as you looked back forward.

“hey whats wrong?” jungwon asked as he moved to sit closer to you. “i jus- i wish i could give jongseob the best out there you know” you said as you looked at the moon. jungwon was silent, waiting for you to continue. “our parents left us when we were younger. they were out of money, and couldn’t afford to look after us. it was nice of them to atleast leave the house we have at the moment but thats all. i dont know where they are right now, and i dont wanna know. i honestly couldn’t care less about them” you said.

jungwon grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “im sorry baby” jungwon said softly. you looked at him. “i know its hard, but you’re doing so well for him. i can see how much he loves his big sister. your doing this without any help, but now im here for anything really. i’ll always be by your side” jungwon finished as he saw a tear drip down your cheek. he took his free hand and wiped your cheek. “dont cry baby” jungwon said as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“i think i love you” you said after a while of silence. “you do?” jungwon asked smiling at you. “mhm” you hummed and looked at him. “i love you too baby, so much” jungwon said as he leaned in to kiss your lips. the sweet kiss didnt last long but you wanted it to. “be mine baby?” jungwon asked as he leaned away. “i will if you kiss me again” you said as you smiled sweetly at him. “anytime” he said before leaning in again to kiss your lips, longer this time.

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