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pairing. kim leehan x reader
genre. best friends to (soon-to-be) lovers, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, mutual pining
word count. 1.8k
warnings/notes. reader is drunk and attempts to kiss leehan in this state, reader is shorter than leehan and wears makeup
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all it takes is one call from you, calling out his name with a voice thatâs poutier than normal, before leehanâs striding out the door with his car keys in his hands.
when he sees you, youâre leaning against an electric pole, hugging it like itâs your lifeline. your other friends are around you, trying to pry you off, but you only push them away. from where he parks, he vaguely catches his name falling from your lips before he marches towards you and calls out your name himself.
you look up, eyes widened like saucers. instantly, as if youâre electrocuted, you pull away from the pole and glare at it, reprimanding. âyouâre not leehan.â
the group around you bursts into laughter, and leehan canât help the small chuckle that escapes him either. when he walks closer to you, you immediately cling onto him the same way you did to the pole, your cheek squished against his chest.
âmy leehan is here,â you mumble.
he would have meltedâno, dissolvedâif not for the fact that heâs wholly supporting your weight and that all your friends are eyeing the two of you giddily. hence, his legs are forced to hold up straight, even though his heart is nothing but putty in your hands. he translates this through his expression instead, softening as he looks down at you and gently pats your head.
after thanking your friends for taking care of you, he walks off with you in tow. with one hand placed securely on the small of your back, he opens the car door with the other and attempts to seat you in the passengerâs seat. it takes a bit, because youâre reluctant to leave your hold on him, but he eventually gets you inside the car.
still leaning over, he easily fastens your seatbelt with a click. when he tries to pull away, however, you immediately snake your arms around his neck, holding him in place. itâs so sudden that he drops his hand onto your thigh for balance, but he quickly moves it before the touch can linger.
youâre staring at him, eyelashes fluttering. unlike your previous demeanour, your eyes seem to have more clarity in them now. youâre looking at him as if youâre searching for something beyond, while heâs looking at you as if heâs searching for a way out.
itâs too much. the blasting music down the street, the whirs of engines on the road, the mix of breaths between you, the ghost of your fingers on his nape, the weight of your eyes on him, the beat of his heart against his chest.
he feels too much, and yet, he canât take his eyes off you.
slowly, you drag one hand from his nape, your fingers brushing past his ears and sending shivers down his spine, until it settles on his jaw. you cradle it gently, your thumb caressing his cheek. then, for a sliver of a moment, you drop your gaze.
itâs just a split second, but he catches it all the same. without realising, he finds himself flickering his eyes as well, and itâs all the indication you need to pull him closer.
thatâs when leehan smiles, and then removes your arms around him easily. âget some rest. iâll wake you up when we arrive.â he pats your head before shutting the car door.
when he climbs in the car from the opposite side, youâre facing the front and blinking blankly as if youâve been slapped. he resists the urge to hold your hand like he always does on car rides, and forces his eyes to the front before driving off.
you do end up falling asleep, and when he gets you out of the car, he has to hoist you up against him snugly because youâre leaning your entire weight on him again. he doesn't mind, never when it comes to you, so he keeps his arm around your waist the entire time heâs bringing you up to your apartment. even when he reaches your door and has to fish out the spare key you gave him from his bag, he makes sure his hold on you is secure and that youâre resting your head on him.
when he unlocks the door, it seems to have briefly snapped you out of your delirium, because youâre removing yourself from him and staggering towards the sofa, much to his concern. he swiftly moves next to you, guiding you to the soft cushions and gently laying you down.
you immediately shut your eyes, quick to fall asleep again. at this, leehan sighs as he brushes the hair away from your face. âdonât wanna wash up first?â he asks softly. when you scrunch your nose in displeasure, he lets out a small smile. ânot even your makeup?â he prods, and you respond with a quiet groan before you fall silent again.
his smile increases and he nods. âokay. just rest.â
truth be told, the alcohol in your system has already started to dissipate bit by bit, so even if you wanted to sleepâand never wake up again after what happened in the carâyou couldnât help but register all the stimuli around you, effectively reconnecting your consciousness to the world. this includes the ruffles of leehanâs clothes as he stands up and the fading of his footsteps as he opens the door to a room, prompting a series of noises from within, before the footsteps are fading back in until they cease right next to you.
the shuffles are heard again as he sits down, then the light sound of bottles hitting the floor. you furrow your eyebrows, finally opening your eyes just in time to see leehan place a soaked cotton pad on your face.
leehan immediately smiles when he meets your gaze, and he wordlessly prompts you to close your eyes so he can place two cotton pads on them. you do so without a fight, though your insides are practically fighting.
âlet me know if iâm too rough,â he says, then begins swiping a cotton pad across your skin. he lets the ones on your eyes sit for just a little longer before he gently wipes off your eye makeup. âiâm sorry,â he lets out meekly when he has to apply more pressure on a stubborn area.
you remain silent the entire time, but you open your eyes again when you feel a warm towel on your face. he meets your eyes and smiles, as softly as how heâs dabbing the towel on your skin, wiping away the residue of your makeup remover. he does this a few times; washing the towel in the bowl of water and squeezing out the excess; and you keep your eyes on him all the while.
when he thinks heâs successfully cleaned your makeup, he adjusts his position, ready to stand up, but your voice immediately halts him.
âleehan,â you call, quiet and almost vulnerable.
he places your skincare back on the floor and faces you completely. âyeah?â he responds, round eyes staring at you softly⌠and fondly.
âyou just took off my makeup,â you state matter-of-factly, ignoring your astute observation which has only added to the whirlwind inside you.
leehan blinks, then nods. âdid i do it wrong?â he asks. âbut i did it like this last time too⌠and the youtube videosâŚ.â he trails off, talking more to himself than anything.
âleehan,â you begin, your eyebrows furrowing. âdo you do this for your other friends?â
he looks almost scandalized at your question. âno?â he lets out in incredulity. âyou know i only do this for you.â
recollections of all the times you had been drunk and all the times he had taken care of you without any complaints, including taking off your makeup, flash across your head.
you suck in a sharp breath, looking him in the eyes directly. âthen why?â
leehan tilts his head. âwhat do you mean?â
you avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too seen by him. silence encompasses you for a while and he allows it, waiting for you but not urging youâitâs little things like this that made you realise you never stood a chance against the line that threatens to be crossed in your friendship.
you hope he feels the same when you ask, âwhy did you reject me?â
the air feels heavy when you drop the question, and the silence that follows is even more so. you donât dare to look at him, especially after the prolonged hesitance from him. still, you wait, even though youâre already close to withering inside. but when he finally speaks, the last bit of hope youâve futilely held onto escapes like a droplet of water from a broken pipe.
âyouâre drunk,â he says, but he instantly realises the gravity of his words when he sees the way you falter, the way he can hear a crack from youâand he feels himself shatter as well.
âno, y/n, i didnât mean it like that,â he coaxes, getting up on his knees and placing a hand on your arm when you turn away from him.
âwhat other meaning is there?â
he pats your arm, prompting you to turn around. âlook at me, y/n, please,â his tone is so sincere that you waver, glancing back at him.
âiâm not saying youâre drunk because iâm trying to dismiss what you said,â he says firmly, needing to be as clear as possible. âbut because itâs just not right for me to accept any gesture like that in your state,â he starts, then adds softly; hesitantly, âas much as i wanted to.â
the tears prickling at your eyes had been so close to falling until you caught what he said at the end. suddenly, your tears are gone and all youâre left with is confusion.
âhold on,â you turn to face him fully, momentarily surprised by the lack of proximity between you before you focus again. âdid i hear that correctly?â
leehanâs ears turn an evident cerise, but he doesnât move his eyes that are blinking up at you roundly. âi donât want to talk about this when youâre drunk,â he laments, almost petulantly.
âiâm not drunk,â you refute firmly, and while you know itâs not entirely false, you also know your best friend wouldnât fall for it.
âiâd rather spill my heart out when youâre not seconds away from passing out.â he attempts a joke, one corner of his lips quirking weakly, even though he feels like his heart is actually about to spill out his chest with the way itâs rattling his rib cage in anxiety.
you donât have the energy to entertain him, so you remain tight-lipped as you stare at him.
leehan breathes out, deflating as he opens his mouth again. âinstead,â he says, all traces of playfulness gone. âplease⌠remember this moment.â he looks at you through his lashes, suddenly seeming so small, and his tone is too solemn, too desperate. âiâm not sure if i can handle another seven years.â
from bliss. i just wanted to write abt leehan taking off ur makeup when ure drunk idk why it turned into a word vomit đ but i hope it was enjoyable to read!
summary â§ Pulling a baddie at college is not an easy job, especially when you're a virgin nerd like him. But he makes it his mission to pleasure you by learning how to!
pairing â§ baddie!kind!fem reader x nerd!gojo
content â§ established relationship, learning, edging with a pencil, oral sex (f. receiving), very flustered gojo and super comprehensive reader, mention of p in v, eating pâŹssy, nipple sucking.
author notes â§ I enjoy this series sooo much hihi â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ you can read each part individually but I recommend reading it in order Ëľ^á´^Ëľ you can also send me asks for this trope ^^^
đŤ. Kissing for the first time and he doesn't expect tongue.
đŤ. Learning through book and internet for next time!
đŤ. Edging you with a pencil.
đŤ. Learning how to nipple suck!
đŤ. Eating you after your workout.
HI GUYS promise i'll get that ch2 out let me just get through my 9-9 classes today ;( it is currently 5 am and i have a whole 16hrs ahead of me pls pray for me
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synopsis : bored out of your mind at home, downloading valorant mightâve been your best idea yet. who knew youâd end up destroying a famous streamer in one of his livesâand that his streams to turn into duo streams, then irl meetups, and⌠well, you can probably guess the rest.
this is the continuation of the first post. find it here
⢠Iâm where Iâm meant to be - ěŹěŹě¤
âł â: i see the light - mandy moore, zachary levi
ę° đđşđŻđ°đąđ´đŞđ´ ęąâa modern day take on rapunzel, featuring sim jakeâthe better flynn rider ⨞
Űśŕ§ theif!jake x good girl!readerâfluff, romcomâpetnames, kisses, cursing. mentions of theft, he falls first and he falls harderâwc 1.3k
⤡ đ˛đđŁđ˘âđŹ đ§đ¨đđđŹ: ok this is inspired by one of my classmates who was brushing her long hair in class and it reminded me of rapunzel and then jake and then yeahâŚeveryone thank my wonderful classmate for the creation of this ficâŚ.i hope you guys like it ><
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sim jaeyun was a pick pocketer, known for his stealth and incredible skill. he was also extremely handsome, making women the victims of both a stolen heart, and a stolen valuable.
but when he tried to pick pocket you, he made his first mistake.
you were sitting on the park bench, brushing your long, brown hair that fell right below your waist, subtle waves adding volume and perfection to the look. you ran the hairbrush through your locks so gracefully, like it was nothing.
and somehow, a girl sitting on a bench, brushing her long hair, made jake fumble.
he attempted to sneak up from behind you, using the bushes as his cover, ready to unclasp your vivienne westwood necklace, when you suddenly turned around, a gasp leaving your perfectly pink lips.
fuck, you were so pretty. your gorgeous eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, the small mole that was delicately placed under your left eye, and the way your soft, full lips parted at the sight of him.
"what are you doing in the bushes?" your eyebrows furrow, tilting your head at him. jake was taken back by your question, fully expecting to get the police called on him, but no, you asked why he was in the bushes.
"i- fuck- there's no point in lying...i was gonna take your necklace," he winces, not completely sure why he was confessing that.
"oh," you frown, subconsciously raising your hand to check if your necklace was still there.
after an awkward moment of silence with jake still crouched in the bushes and you contemplating what just happened, your soft voice cut the silence.
"do you still want it?" you ask softly, almost like you felt guilty for catching him.
"what?! no! no- keep it! i shouldn't have tried to steal it anyway," jake exclaims, unsure as to why you offered it to him.
"oh..well i thought maybe you needed it to sell it for money to get food or something...in that case, you need it more than i do," you mumble. god, were you an angel?
"no! i really don't need it. i'm sorry i tried to take it from you, i'm actually very financially stable," jake panics, unsure if he should just leave, or stay and make things right.
you hum, pause for a second, and then say: "is that because you steal often?"
"fuck- no not at all! i actually have a job where i get paid well...fuck- i don't really even know why i steal," who knew a talk with a pretty girl in the park he just tried to rob could lead jake to question his life choices.
"how about you come over to my place and maybe we can talk this out some more?" you offer sweetly, mindlessly twirling a strand of hair between your fingers.
"you want me, the guy who just tried to rob you, to go over to your house?" jake repeats, baffled by your offer.
"well you just admitted to trying to steal from me, and you haven't run away yet, so i believe you're a good person who's just a bit lost, and i wanna help," you state, but jake was only half-listening. he was too distracted by how soft spoken and gentle you were with him, a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.
"then let me give you a ride, rapunzel," he offers, nodding to his motorcycle.
"y/n."
"what?"
"my name's y/n, not rapunzel," you smile.
"whatever you say, rapunzel."
now, it wasnât very realistic that a theif would fall for an angel, but here it was, sim jaeyun falling head over heels for the sweetest girl heâd ever metâsweeter than candy!
you gave him a second chance, forgiving him for his wrong actions and you tried to help him, giving him reasons why he shouldnât steal anymore, and just enjoy the life he had in front of him.
and it all felt like deja vu again as he watched you from the kitchen stool, watching as you delicately brushed out you long, thick hair.
you noticed him staring at you, your motions faltering and eventually stopping.
âjakey? you alright?â you furrow, concerned about if he was okay.
âhuh? oh- yeah iâm fine,â jake shakes his head, shaking out the thoughts of you from his mind.
âyou just look like youâre thinking a bit too hard up there, hm?â you giggle, tapping your head with your pointer finger.
âmm, just thinking about how pretty you looked,â he bites his lip, a sudden warmth coating his cheeks. âcan i help you sweets?â
you, being insanely flustered, nod shyly, handing the hair brush over to him.
he gently takes it from you, tapping your waist so youâll turn around and sit right in front of him, letting him brush through your gorgeous locks.
"what did i ever do to deserve you, rapunzel," jake sighs, brushing out the last section of your hair.
"you tried to steal my necklace," you tease, giving him a big grin. jake swore he felt his heart stop, his breath hitching at how gorgeous you were. the way you smiled with your eyes too, the small dimples that would show up on your cute cheeks when you laughed, he loved it all.
"aghhh i knowww," he whines. "no need to keep bringing it up." he pouts, resembling an angry puppy.
"alright alright, sorry jakey," you laugh, patting his head lightly.
after a few minutes of silence, jake sat up and looked at you with an excited gleam in his eye.
"wanna go see the city lights?" he grins. it was well past sunset, meaning the lights of the city would be very visible. it had always been on your bucket list ever since you were young to go out on the hill that overlooked the city to gaze out at the illuminated city, but you were never able to due to the danger of it.
"really? you would do that for me?!" you exclaim, jumping up and down from excitement. a few days ago, jake had seen on your bucket list that you wanted to see the city lights at night time, and he was determined to help you check that one off.
"of course sweets. think of it as my payment for your kindness," he winks, sending butterflies through your body.
you quickly grab your sweatshirt, slip on your shoes, and skip out the door, excited to finally make your dream come true. jake followed after you, laughing at how cute you were and locking your door.
"hold on tight angel," he says, feeling your arms wrap around his waist as you press the side of your helmet to his back.
the cold breeze against your body made you shiver, but clinging onto jake made it bearable. he skillfully weaved through the streets, making his way up to the park with the hillside that overlooked the city.
once you settled onto the grass next to jake, you finally glanced out at the city, your breath hitching at how gorgeous it was.
and so you and jake sat, leaning on each other as you stared out at the city.
"y'know, i think i've found what i've been looking for all along," jake hums, his voice grounding you.
"yeah? what's that, jakey?"
"you."
he turns to look at you, his face inching closer to yours.
"can i kiss you angel?" he whispers against your lips.
"please," you breathe.
he presses his soft lips against your, the kiss slow yet passionate. he tastes like a dream and you're addicted, wanting more and more.
your lips clash together as his hands rub up and down your waist, and yours tangled in his fluff hair.
when you pull away, lips swollen and pink, you both laugh, leaning your foreheads together.
and now it's all crystal clear that you're where you're meant to be, in the arms of sim jaeyun.
playlist â feel good, in this darkness (clara la san)
based on this ask tysm I almost forgot about this incident
you thought he was asleep, you really did. his thin white shirt was bunched up from the way heâd knocked out on the couch, abs on display, and you couldnât resist sneaking closer. a tiny peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right? your fingers barely ghosted over his waistband before tugging it lower, eyes fixed on the sharp lines of muscle disappearing into his sweats
that's when his hand shot out, catching your wrist
âcome on, baby,â riki murmured, voice low. "use your words"
your heart skipped and then pounded, your lips parting but nothing came out except a stutter. âiâi just wanted toââ
âwanted to what?â he teased, tugging you down until you were straddling him, his shirt clenched in your hand. his smirk widened when he saw your face flush. âwanna touch me? stare at me? what is it?â
âwant you..â your words slipped out in a rush but that was all he needed
his mouth was on yours in an instant, tongue hot and all up in you, swallowing your whimpers as his hands slid under your shirt, palms caressing your skin. he kissed you sloppy, hungry, and wet. by the time his lips trailed down your jaw and left hickeys all over your neck, you were already grinding helplessly on the growing bulge under you
âfuck, look at you,â he groaned, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion before shoving yours up to your chest. his hands cupped your tits, the size difference was crazy. he sucks and teases your nipples until you whined his name, âride me please. wanna see you make a mess on me.â
heat shot through your stomach. he shifted lower, guiding you until your bare pussy was pressed against his ridged stomach. the first grind dragged your clit right across the cut of his abs and your breath hitched, hips jerking again out of pure pleasure
âthat's it. fuck yourself on me,â he coaxed, voice husky. his thumbs pinched at your clit, softly rubbing until you whined louder. âuse me, baby. rub that pretty pussy on me until youâre dripping.â
you rocked against him, messy and desperate, wetness smearing over his skin. every flex of his abs fucked you just right, his teasing words making your walls flutter and mind dumber. you tried to chase more, harder, but your thighs were already trembling :c
âtoo much?â riki smirks, propping himself up on his shoulders. âdidn't even last, did you? aw what are we gonna do with you, pretty girl..âÂ
you whined, hips trembling as you ground down harder, his abs glistening with your slick. your eyes couldnât leave itâhis tattoo, inked low on his pelvis, teasing just beneath the waistband of his boxers. every time you rocked down, every inch of friction pressed you closer to it, and the sight of it made you melt against him
rikiâs hands shot up, gripping your hips firmly. âdon't wanna overwork you, baby,â tugging you down onto him harder. âbut still want you on meâŚâ
you gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he tilted your hips with his strong grip, pressing you flush to his pelvisâright at his tattoo. his cock, thick and throbbing under the thin fabric of his boxers, brushed against your back, teasing
âshit, youâre so wet,â he muttered, thumbs rolling over your hips, pulling you even closer.Â
âgonna make you mine, yeah?â he groaned, hands almost bruising your hips. âlet's try something funâ
before you could decide against it, he rolled you both carefully onto the couch, positioning you so your legs straddled his shouldersâpussy right above his face. your eyes widened at the angle, but the heat pooling low in your stomach made rejection impossible
he groans, hand cupping your ass, tilting your head so your lips hovered over his tip. âcan you handle this, baby?â
you whimpered, slick already dripping down onto his chin, and he wasted no time. riki's tongue traced the seam of your folds, flicking and sucking, dipping into you with precision. the pleasure made your back arch, thighs trembling
âshit,â he groaned, hands gripping your hips, pressing you flush to his mouth. âso wetâŚtaste so goodâŚmy girlâŚâ
you gasped and moaned around his cock as his tongue slid inside you, circling, teasing, lapping at the exact spots that made your head spin. every pass of his lips and tongue had your walls clenching around him, your hips rocking instinctively down into him
âmmmh⌠just like thatâŚâ he groaned, plunging his tongue deeper, nipping at your sensitive bud
âtaste so fucking good,â he growled, tongue going in and out as you reach your high, lips sucking, nipping, teasing every inch of you. âi'm all yours⌠take all of me, angel.â
your hips moved in frantic rhythm, grinding against his face, your slick might as well be his saliva, every single nerve on fire. his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to sit on his face, thumbs rolling over the curve of your cheeks
 he groaned, face buried inside you, trembling. his hands clutched your thighs tighter, tilting your hips, completely pussy drunk on you
every lick, every grind against his face, pushed you closer to the edge. your walls kept fluttering around him, hips rocking, as his tongue never leaving you wherever you moved, like he's fucking starving.
you gasped, unable to speak, lost entirely to the heat building in your stomach. his breathless, broken moans only turned you even more on
you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening w every grind, every press of your hips against his tongue sending sparks through you. he hummed, moaned, and groaned against you, tongue circling, plunging deep, licking, sucking, nippingâi mean dang, he's completely obsessed with you
âki⌠oh fuck⌠mmâŚâ you whimpered, words breaking into gasps as his tongue worked you over relentlessly. he hummed, completely fucked out by the taste of you, the warmth of your folds, your weight on his face. he was suffocating beneath you, fingers clutching your hips, completely submitting to you
the overstimulation hit suddenly, your back arched, hands gripping his sweats as your walls clenched around nothing but air and friction from his nose, your slick coating his face completely. yoh let go, hips jerking against him, quivering uncontrollably as a rush of heat washed over you
even as your high hit, you could feel his hips twitching beneath you, cock still hard and throbbing, pressing against your face. you laid down, completely dazed, but he held you firmly, hands gripping your ass, tongue still flicking
and as your thighs quivered on either side of his head, it was clear that this night was far from overÂ
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playlist â feel good, in this darkness, let you go (clara la san)
based on this ask tysm I almost forgot about this incident
you thought he was asleep, you really did. his thin white shirt was bunched up from the way heâd knocked out on the couch, abs on display, and you couldnât resist sneaking closer. a tiny peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right? your fingers barely ghosted over his waistband before tugging it lower, eyes fixed on the sharp lines of muscle disappearing into his sweats
that's when his hand shot out, catching your wrist
âcome on, baby,â riki murmured, voice low. "use your words"
your heart skipped and then pounded, your lips parting but nothing came out except a stutter. âiâi just wanted toââ
âwanted to what?â he teased, tugging you down until you were straddling him, his shirt clenched in your hand. his smirk widened when he saw your face flush. âwanna touch me? stare at me? what is it?â
âwant you..â your words slipped out in a rush but that was all he needed
his mouth was on yours in an instant, tongue hot and all up in you, swallowing your whimpers as his hands slid under your shirt, palms caressing your skin. he kissed you sloppy, hungry, and wet. by the time his lips trailed down your jaw and left hickeys all over your neck, you were already grinding helplessly on the growing bulge under you
âfuck, look at you,â he groaned, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion before shoving yours up to your chest. his hands cupped your tits, the size difference was crazy. he sucks and teases your nipples until you whined his name, âride me please. wanna see you make a mess on me.â
heat shot through your stomach. he shifted lower, guiding you until your bare pussy was pressed against his ridged stomach. the first grind dragged your clit right across the cut of his abs and your breath hitched, hips jerking again out of pure pleasure
âthat's it. fuck yourself on me,â he coaxed, voice husky. his thumbs pinched at your clit, softly rubbing until you whined louder. âuse me, baby. rub that pretty pussy on me until youâre dripping.â
you rocked against him, messy and desperate, wetness smearing over his skin. every flex of his abs fucked you just right, his teasing words making your walls flutter and mind dumber. you tried to chase more, harder, but your thighs were already trembling :c
âtoo much?â riki smirks, propping himself up on his shoulders. âdidn't even last, did you? aw what are we gonna do with you, pretty girl..âÂ
you whined, hips trembling as you ground down harder, his abs glistening with your slick. your eyes couldnât leave itâhis tattoo, inked low on his pelvis, teasing just beneath the waistband of his boxers. every time you rocked down, every inch of friction pressed you closer to it, and the sight of it made you melt against him
rikiâs hands shot up, gripping your hips firmly. âdon't wanna overwork you, baby,â tugging you down onto him harder. âbut still want you on meâŚâ
you gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he tilted your hips with his strong grip, pressing you flush to his pelvisâright at his tattoo. his cock, thick and throbbing under the thin fabric of his boxers, brushed against your back, teasing
âshit, youâre so wet,â he muttered, thumbs rolling over your hips, pulling you even closer.Â
âgonna make you mine, yeah?â he groaned, hands almost bruising your hips. âlet's try something funâ
before you could decide against it, he rolled you both carefully onto the couch, positioning you so your legs straddled his shouldersâpussy right above his face. your eyes widened at the angle, but the heat pooling low in your stomach made rejection impossible
he groans, hand cupping your ass, tilting your head so your lips hovered over his tip. âcan you handle this, baby?â
you whimpered, slick already dripping down onto his chin, and he wasted no time. riki's tongue traced the seam of your folds, flicking and sucking, dipping into you with precision. the pleasure made your back arch, thighs trembling
âshit,â he groaned, hands gripping your hips, pressing you flush to his mouth. âso wetâŚtaste so goodâŚmy girlâŚâ
you gasped and moaned around his cock as his tongue slid inside you, circling, teasing, lapping at the exact spots that made your head spin. every pass of his lips and tongue had your walls clenching around him, your hips rocking instinctively down into him
âmmmh⌠just like thatâŚâ he groaned, plunging his tongue deeper, nipping at your sensitive bud
âtaste so fucking good,â he growled, tongue going in and out as you reach your high, lips sucking, nipping, teasing every inch of you. âi'm all yours⌠take all of me, angel.â
your hips moved in frantic rhythm, grinding against his face, your slick might as well be his saliva, every single nerve on fire. his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to sit on his face, thumbs rolling over the curve of your cheeks
 he groaned, face buried inside you, trembling. his hands clutched your thighs tighter, tilting your hips, completely pussy drunk on you
every lick, every grind against his face, pushed you closer to the edge. your walls kept fluttering around him, hips rocking, as his tongue never leaving you wherever you moved, like he's fucking starving.
you gasped, unable to speak, lost entirely to the heat building in your stomach. his breathless, broken moans only turned you even more on
you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening w every grind, every press of your hips against his tongue sending sparks through you. he hummed, moaned, and groaned against you, tongue circling, plunging deep, licking, sucking, nippingâi mean dang, he's completely obsessed with you
âki⌠oh fuck⌠mmâŚâ you whimpered, words breaking into gasps as his tongue worked you over relentlessly. he hummed, completely fucked out by the taste of you, the warmth of your folds, your weight on his face. he was suffocating beneath you, fingers clutching your hips, completely submitting to you
the overstimulation hit suddenly, your back arched, hands gripping his sweats as your walls clenched around nothing but air and friction from his nose, your slick coating his face completely. yoh let go, hips jerking against him, quivering uncontrollably as a rush of heat washed over you
even as your high hit, you could feel his hips twitching beneath you, cock still hard and throbbing, pressing against your face. you laid down, completely dazed, but he held you firmly, hands gripping your ass, tongue still flicking
and as your thighs quivered on either side of his head, it was clear that this night was far from overÂ
the week before your brand new school started passed by in a blur
back to school shopping with yoonchae turned into a japanese stationery obsessionâyou swore youâd never seen that many different pens in your life. social media landmarks youâd only ever favorited on tiktok were suddenly right in front of you, cafes, museums, even clothing stores. you tried on hats and silly sunglasses in photo booths, and learned that maybe beauty isn't so physical.... sat through a color analysis appointment where a woman told you with absolute seriousness that you were a cool winter or something, and finally discovered the art of munching on convenience store food at 11pm with yoonchae, life was awesome in that moment
by the time it was sunday, your camera roll was already full, room filled with more stuff than when you arrived, and you could almost hold a full conversation without fumbling over your words. almost. (thank u yoonchip)
thenâthe first day of school...
the gates of your school was taller than you expected, the highly prestigious campus made your stomach twist with both nerves and excitement. students passed around you in a mix of languagesâmostly english tumbling into korean, korean tumbling back into english. everything felt overwhelming and comforting at the same time,
new school, new me??
you tightened your grip on your tote and whispered korean under your breath, âhello, my name is hyerin. nice to meet you.â practicing for the inevitable introductions
the hallways smelled faintly of floor polish and wealth. every step echoed just a little too loudly, like everyone in the school was aware you were the new kid. by the time you found the brass plate that read principalâs office, your palms were already clammy
inside, the office was tidy with shelves of books you doubted anyone had touched in years. the principal himself looked up from a stack of papers, his glasses sliding down the tall bridge of his nose
âahâkang hyerin,â he said, his accent wrapping around your name. âwelcome to dwight seoul.â
you bowed too low, nearly dropping your bag off your shoulder. ânice to meet you,â you muttered in korean, praying your brain didnât betray you too early
he smiled kindly but didnât switch languages, continuing in english anyway. âwe're very glad to have you here this year. to make sure you adjust well, iâve asked one of our most diligent students to help you!â
before you could ask what he meant, there was a knock at the door. it opened, and in walked a tall boy with messy hair that looked so perfect. his uniform hung just loose enough to make it obvious he hadnât tried too hard to impress anyone, and yetâannoyinglyâhe still looked like he belonged in some magazine
âthis is sim jaeyun,â the principal said. âheâll be showing you around today so please don't be afraid to befriend him.â
he gave you a smile that had your knees weak, like heâd already guessed how nervous you were
âhi,â he said, voice casual in perfect english. âhyerin, right?â oh his voice and accent came together so well.
âuhmâyeah,â you stammered, voice squeaking more than you intended. âor haylie, nice to meet you, jaeyunâ you bow
"you can call me jake or jaeyunâwhichever one you want." he bows back. he tilts his head, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. âhyerin,â he repeated softly, âthat's a pretty nameâ
you froze for a split second, unsure whether to blush or roll your eyes. âthank you,â you mumbled, hoping your face wasnât turning bright red
âdon't worry,â he said, stepping aside so you could leave the office first. âi'll show you around. youâll survive this place with just enough koreanâ
you scoff jokingly, clutching your bag a little tighter. the principal waved you off, and soon it was just the two of you walking through the empty hallways, jake moving at a relaxed pace while you tried not to trip over your own feet
ugh why do his legs have to be so longâŚ
âso⌠you nervous?â he asked casually, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye
âis it obvious?â you murmured, earning a short laugh from him
âjust a little,â he said, grinning. âit's okay, you've got meâ
you blinked at him, not sure if he was just doing his job or being serious. either way, it was reassuring. maybe this new school wouldnât be so terrifying after all ;)))))
jake led you down the hallways of rooms, pointing out which teachers were âstrict but fairâ and which ones will âmake you cry in your notebook.â you smirk at him
âso basically, i need to lock in?â
jaeyun chuckled, âwelcome to dwightâ
you raised an eyebrow. âgreat, i always wanted my first day to be traumatizingâ
he laughed, clearly enjoying your presence. âyouâll fit in fine with this energyâ
âc'mere,â he said, stopping in front of a massive glass-walled building. âthe library, basically where everyone goes to cry during finalsâ
you peeked inside. âi'm so bad at studying, you gotta tutor me...â
he laughs. âi got you, just don't blame me if we both failâ
you playfully hit his chest, "cmonn!! at least one of us has to pass!"
he raised his hands in mock surrender. âwe can tryâ
you roll your eyes and grinned. âtrying isn't good enough, jaeyun.â
dear diary, i know it's over. and it never really began. but in my heart, it was so real.
đŐ. .Ő𦯠â soombee presents: only ever you ŕ§ťęŞ
in which⌠you thought starting over would be simple: new city, new school, new version of yourself. but meeting sim jaeyun complicates everything. what starts as simple friendship quickly grows into something undeniable: late night facetimes, stolen glances in busy hallways, eye contact that lingers longer than it should. together, you learn what it means to find comfort in another person, to grow up, to fall in love for the very first time. but as the months pass and reality creeps in, youâre forced to face the question neither of you wants to answer: can something so fragile ever last forever?
tldr; the notebook :')
࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž. pairing: sim jaeyun x kang hyerin (reader)
࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž. genre: second chances, misunderstandings, fluff, angst
࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž. status: to be started
࣪ Ö´ÖśÖ¸âž. taglist (open): n/a
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you hadnât even made it out of incheon airport before disaster struck
silly you had followed the wrong family halfway down the escalator, convinced they were your host family because the mom waved. turns out, she was waving at her actual son behind her. fuck, you almost left your carry on at the baggage claim, sprinting back red faced as an ajumma scolded you for running at an airport
by the time you finally spotted the sign with the cutest doodles and your name scrawled on it held by a kind looking woman and a girl around your age
âhay-ree?â the mom spoke, accent thick
you bowed low, nearly toppling forward. âyes! but⌠you can call me hyerin!â
yoonchae, the daughter, tilted her head. âhyerin?â
âmhm,â you nodded furiously, gripping your suitcases. âlike⌠it's my korean name. hyerin!â
they seem really nice...i hope they are..
on the ride into seoul, neon signs blurred past the car window, all in korean you could read but can't translate. you leaned your forehead against the glass, excitement and dread twisting in your stomach. you wanted to ask if you could roll the windows down but, ultimately, your anxiety decided against it
this was real. so real. you were really here. a whole year in south korea and you could barely ask where the bathroom wasâso much for your korean heritage..
the jeung familyâs apartment smelled incredible the second you stepped insideâsavory, garlicy, a little smoky. yoonchae went ahead and slipped off her shoes neatly at the doorway as you scrambled to copy her, nearly tripping over your own feet
by the time you sat at the dining table, your stomach was already rumbling. dishes covered every inch of space: bubbling sundubu jjigae, scallion pancakes, bowls of every type of kimchi you knew, and at least three things you couldnât even begin to name
mrs jeung nudged the chopsticks toward you, âenjoy!â
âi can use these!â you blurted out, maybe too proudly, and picked up a piece of kimchi. the whole family smiled politely but you swore yoonchaeâs lips twitched like she was about to burst out laughing
you nodded furiously, cheeks warming. âsee? i can chopstick!â you say in chopped korean
mr jeung chuckled softly and clapped his hands together. their daughter leans towards you, whispering, âitâs⌠use chopsticks.â she corrects
âah..â you shoved the kimchi in your mouth before you could humiliate yourself further, mumbling, â..use chopsticks..â
at least the food was good enough to distract from the fact that your vocab maxed out at food talk
later that night, you curled up in the unfamiliar bed, blanket tucked tight under your armpits. the city noises outside were so different from homeâway less honking and shouting. your tiredness pressed heavy on your eyelids, but instead of sleeping, you hit call
âMY KOREAN QUEEN!â meganâs voice blasted through your phone's speaker, her face way too close to the camera as lara's giggle followed shortly after
âstop yelling, itâs like⌠three am here,â you mumbled, even though you couldnât stop smiling
dani chimed in, eyes wide. âso? did you meet your host family? did they like you? did you, like, embarrass yourself again?â
you groaned and shoved your face into the hachiware plushie. âi mean.. i said âi can chopstickâ at dinner. in korean. loud and so fucking proud.â
the screen erupted with laughter. megan literally fell over, disappearing from sight. âomg, haylie,â she wheezed
you sighed, dramatic. âat least the food was good enough to distract myselfâ
for the next half hour, you told them everythingâthe airport crushes, the stores you'd never thought you'd ever see irl, the insane amount of food, and, most importantly, the fact that yoonchae might already think youâre a complete weirdo. they teased but also grinned so wide it made your chest ache from missing them a little
bu the time you finally hung up, the room was dark and quiet again. you set your phone down, rolled onto your side, and whispered to yourself, "363 more days..."