Ramóna

following her around the mall like two lost pups, both hands occupied by endless shopping bags as she bounces from one store to another, the sound of her newly bought kitten heels echoing through heeseung and jake’s ears whilst their eyes are glued to the back of her pink little miniskirt swishing around, barely covering a thing. geez, such perverts! (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

and then comes their favorite part of the day. their hearts practically leap out of their chests when your eyes catch a glimpse of their your favorite lingerie store, dragging them inside cluelessly to ask for their opinions as you naturally did with all the other stores, questioning them on which color looks good on you the best. their hungry gaze trailing your every move almost going unnoticed by you.

and who are they to say no when you ask them to join you in the dressing room to help? you might be an airhead, but you’re not that stupid to not notice them ogling you the entire day. plus, you think they deserve a little treat for putting up with you and your shopping addiction. so when they tower over you from the front and the back, trapping you between themselves, all you can do is let out a pleased hum as jake kisses you rough on the lips, not wasting a second while his slender fingers play with your hardened nipples through the lace bra he had picked out minutes before.

“look at her jake, such a pretty mess for us already..” heeseung mumbles before pressing a soft kiss against your neck. his hands slid down your bare waist, knee in between your thighs and pressed against your soaked core, making you mewl against jake’s lips.

you then decide that shopping with these two will be your favorite part of the week from now on.

"A-aa..."

You shut your mouth right away, lips presing into a tight line as Jake kept on sucking your swollen clit.

Your legs shook, hole spasming with each flick of his pierced tongue against your throbbing bud. He was moaning against you, plump lips slick and messy with your arousal and his saliva, eyes lidded as he felt you shiver.

Your back dug into the bedside, hips shifting more against his hungry mouth. Rug under you now only rubbing uncomfortablly against your skin. Jake thrusted against the floor, painful bulge rubbing against the fluffy carpet. His cock throbbed, leaking an enormous amount of fluid inside of his boxers and sweats.

"Aaah—"

You couldn't contain the low moan that escaped you, onyl praying it reached him and his ears only.

Hoping that people downstairs didn't. That your parents were too busy doing something. Watching TV, talking about some unimportant trivia. Anything. Just anything except hearing what you two were up to instead of going over one of the final lessons for the big acceptance exam.

Jake was not stopping anytime soon. Simply pulling away when he felt you were too close. Edging you into oblivion.

You were already sore. Pussy ached, clit throbbed violently at each one of his tugs. But it still felt too good.

Too good when his piercing pressed directly to your swollen bud, carresed the dripping folds before dipping into them.

"Do you like it more now?"

Jake's voice vibrated against your heat, lips swollen and slick as he looked up at you. You nodded back, gulping down a glob of saliva at an attempt to regain your composure back. But it's not helping. Jake smirked, tongue out again as he tenderly poked your clit, again and again.

You gripped the carpet, biting your lip as you tried to keep quiet.

Never did you think one simple comment would lead to this.

Never ever did it cross your mind.

But a simple conversation about his tongue piercing as you both skimmed over the last lesson somehow ended up like this. A simple and careful "It's interesting. The piercing. I like it." felt like a switch had flipped between you two as the eye contact that took place after it prolonged more than it should have.

Now, with his head between your shaky thighs — you did like it more.

Your thighs convulsed unstoppablly, Jake's brows raised as he detached himself from your pussy again, licking the mess that stuck to his lips. The arms that circled your thighs rested on your hips as he scanned your red intimate flesh. You were so sore, swollen and leaking, begging for more.

"You're shaking so much."

Sweat clung to your exhausted body, eyes stuck and not moving away from his face. He laughed humorlesly, eyes flicking to meet yours again. Before you could utter anything, his mouth engulfed your slit whole, tongue exploring the sensitive folds more the nth time already. He didnt break the eye contact, simply devouring you, making out with your pussy mercilessly as you gasped, trying to move away from him but still helplessly bucking against the savage action.

He sucked your clit, hard.

Your toes curled, fingers griping the fluffy carpet under you as you tried to conceal the desperate moans that clawed their way up your throat. They were breathy, low — almost a whisper that you hoped only he could hear and register. Because right now, you were hanging onto that thin string of control you fought so hard to even still exist.

He finally released your poor bud, but not for long before he kept on teasing it with his tongue, the tip of it flicking right over it. Your lips opened soundlessly, head leaning back against the bed as your lidded eyes stayed locked onto ceiling.

He was so good at this. Fuck.

A coil formed fast at the pit of your abdomen, threatening to snap any second as he kept on playing with your clit, tip of his tongue not letting it reast for a second.

Jake made a mess of you. Wetness was all over your inner thighs, sticking the your skin so tackily. It dripped down your ass cheeks, damping the poor rug more and more. Your hips stuttered against his tongue, grinding into the overwhelming stimulation.

A choked sound left you as the knot was the verge of bursting.

But then he pulled away.

You groaned in protest, hips stilling as your muscles relaxed after the continuous torture. Jake left a kiss on your inner thighs, unhooking one of his arms from under your thigh and letting his fingers come over to your folds.

His middle finger dipped into the hot mess, sliding up and down the ruined pussy as he pecked your thigh again and again.

"Just a little more baby. Just a little more and I will let you cum on it."

He sweet talked to you, finger stopping on your clit as he delivered tight circles. The new sensation made you cry out, face contorting in a newly found pleasure before your eyes blinked away the haze. You looked down at him again. Jake had his eyes glued to your slick slit, sucking in the way you swallowed the tip of his finger as he rubbed your clit so precisely.

"Fuck, it's so fucking wet." He shook his head as his eyes narrowed in pure ecstasy at the way your pussy was so filthy and embarrassingly throbbing. His lips were back onto your inner thigh, tongue flicking out as he left a torturous slow lick onto your sweaty flesh. His silver ball glided against it with shallow pressure, letting you feel it.

His eyes were locked onto yours again, tongue licking your salty skin, the piercing rolling against it as your pussy clenched at the simple feel of it. A whimper left you when his finger stopped, instead moving downwards and pressing the tip right against the tight entrance.

And he pushed it slowly.

"Jake—"

You tensed, muscles getting used to the feeling of his finger as he glided against your walls.

"Mmm..." He moaned, eyes closing in delight as he felt you take him, clenching and squeezing his digit tenderly as he was all the way in. He started shallowly moving, cheek pressed against your thigh before his mouth hovered over your clit.

His eyes flicked up to yours.

He blew against it.

You twitched.

And he attached his plump lips against it again. Slick mouth sucking greedily as his finger all of a sudden sped up. Your lips parted in shock. You wanted to scream, to cry. To trash against his lips. But you stayed quiet, harsh breaths leaving your nose as he kept assaulting your pussy.

"So sweet baby."

The filthy sound that resonated the room made you close your eyes tightly, head thrown back as the pit of your stomach ached for the release. His piercing ball teased your bud, rolling against it so smoothly. He pressed, than released. Then pressed again.

It had your head spinning.

The way his finger glided against your walls made you clech around it. But it was all he needed to curl it inside, adding one more carelessly as he kept on curling them repeatedly. The motion made you gasp, your throat already dry and face burning up.

"Can't even speak, hm?"

You looked down at him, his tongue already flicking against you again. A smirk painted on his face as he felt you grind your hips towards him. You whimpered, a needy desperation behind your eyes as your lips parted soundlessly. He chuckled.

"Such a dumb little girl. Dumb because of my tongue..."

You moaned lowly with a nod, making sure it was not too loud as you let your body lead you. Jake mouth losed again around the bud, suckling so hard it had your toes curling and your orgasm approaching again. Your body arched against his fingers that tickled your insides. The way he curved them building up to something so overwhelming and new. You never felt this level of pleasure.

His fingers.

His tongue.

You really couldn't speak. Even if you wanted to.

Jake knew you were close. The way you fucked his fingers back was enough of a sign. So when he finally detached his lips again from your clit, he spat filthily on it. He let his tongue out, on full display and right against you, but not doing anything. Just waiting.

"Come on. Make yourself cum."

And you didn't need anything else.

Your hips sped up, grinding against his tongue as he positioned it right over your clit. The silver ball getting caught onto the swollen bud with each desperate move of your hips. But his fingers too. God. The way they teased you inside, curling and gliding just right as he devoured you.

You released desperate whines, eyes locked to the way your fucked his tongue. Hard and fast. Chasing your own release. Jake grinded his hips against the floor, pressing his pelvis hard as he watched you lose control on his tongue. Your spread your thighs more, needily grinding against his pierced tongue.

And finally, as his piercing caught one last time, scraping your swollen clit harshly and his fingers curled harder then ever inside of you.

You came.

A sudden bliss overflowed your system. You shook and trembled, teeth digging into your lip as low moans left your throat, eyes closing tightly. Jake's fingers didn't stop, only helping you ride it out, prolonging the high pleasure as your walls clenched around him, spasming uncontrollably.

Pants left your throat as the pleasure lowered, leaving your limbs and body slowly. Sweat covered your whole body, bare bottom feeling overstimulated and ruined.

Jake's fingers slowed down, gradually coming to a stop, tongue still stayinv out for your last bits of grinds.

Your hips finally came to a slow stop, chest heaving as he pulled back. His fingers left your throbbing hole, tongue savoring the felt over taste of you.

You tried to catch your breath, mind hazy and lost.

You swallowed as you watched him lift himself up on his knees, wiping the remmants of you with the back of his hand before he sucked off the rest from his fingers.

Just as Jake opened his mouth to say something a creak of the door made you both snap your heads in the direction. Horror shot through you, eyes wide as your oblivious mother stood there.

"Hey Y/N when— WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Jake's eyes went slightly wide, the scene so obvious and filthy. His boner prominent and damp, your bare bottom on full display as your sweaty and disheveled state were speaking volumes.

He is so not getting paid for this session.

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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : would you rather eat a panini off sunghoon’s biceps or get fed a quesadillas from jake’s mouth

By any means, he wasn't experienced in real relationships. Sure, he'd hooked up with a few girls here and there, but that was all it ever was.

But for you?

God, he was willing to learn and grow if it meant giving you the love you deserved.

"I'll tell you something first," you broke the silence, absentmindedly tapping your finger against the counter.

Jungwon nodded, giving you his full attention as you began to talk.

And talk you did.

You told him everything you had told your friends.

You told him what happened when you were sixteen. Who Adrian was in your life. How you unintentionally ghosted him because you were overwhelmed, because the only love you'd ever known had been built on manipulation, and you were scared.

Scared of carrying that ghost with you forever.

You told him how you were afraid you'd make him go through the same thing, and to be frank, he didn't blame you.

Because who would blame someone who's gone through that? Someone whose only experience with love wasn't love at all.

It was manipulation disguised as affection. Control disguised as concern. Guilt disguised as compromise.

When it's the only blueprint you've ever been handed, how are you supposed to know what building something healthy is meant to look like?

You told him you weren't scared of becoming like your ex. You were scared that maybe, without realizing it, you'd ruin everything because your subconscious had grown so accustomed to emotional abuse that anything else felt undeserved.

Adrian may have only been in your life for a few months, but he'd altered the trajectory of your world — your sense of self, the way you viewed love, everything.

And with all that, Jungwon could only tear up.

Hearing you talk about your past, about how you were so young yet had to act mature because that was what your ex expected of you, broke something inside him.

"Why are you crying?" you asked, reaching over to hold his hand.

Jungwon sniffled, shaking his head as he wiped away his tears with his free hand.

"It's just," he started, staring at you with red, watery eyes that were still full of that same innocent adoration.

"You didn't deserve any of that."

The way he said it — softly with his voice trembling — was enough to make you inhale sharply.

Jungwon stood from the stool and, without hesitation, wrapped his arms tightly around you. He pulled you against his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to your hair.

That's when you broke.

The sob that tore from your throat was ugly and raw, carrying years of buried sadness that had been hidden for so long and was finally being set free.

Jungwon only held you tighter, his own tears slipping down his cheeks as he imagined how sixteen year old you must have felt. He couldn't bear the thought of someone treating you — the sweetest, kindest person he'd ever met — as if you were nothing more than a doll.

"It wasn't your fault," he whispered. "For staying. For all the things he blamed you for. For being sixteen."

"It was never your fault."

So you stayed there, in the middle of your apartment's kitchen, wrapped in his arms as you cried. His gentle voice somehow only made you cry harder.

You weren't used to this.

The softness.

The patience.

The kind of love that asked for nothing but your healing.

2 months later..

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and itz a wrap !! worry not for there will be bonus chapters of them being a couple + being unhinged with their friends! plz lmk what you all wanna see :3 anyway, thank u for all who kept reading and commenting, you all were the sole drive for me to continue and finish the series. i love you all ❤️