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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋ㅤ゛boyfriend !enhypen x fem !readerㅤ｡⠀fluff, comfortㅤ❛ 158O ❜ㅤskinship, petnamesㅤㅤ爱ㅤ requested ◜ᴗ◝
HEESEUNG pulls you on his lap the moment you get back, his heart already breaking when you greet him in that quiet voice laced with exhaustion.
his hands are slow and gentle, helping you take off your coat, watch— one at a time, while whispering sweet nothings like it’s second nature. “you did so well, angel,”
he rubs your back when you cling onto him and his voice is quiet but full of concern as he asks you about your day— did you eat lunch? was today more tiring than usual?— it doesn’t matter if you only respond with a hum. he wants you to know he is here for you.
he holds you against his chest, playing with your hair, listening all about your day. and when you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t budge, kissing your forehead like a promise to always look after you.
JONGSEONG feels his heart getting heavier at the sight of you looking so worn out. his arms are already around you as you enter the apartment. “oh, baby,”
he doesn’t let you do a thing, wanting nothing but for you to relax. with a lovesick smile, he insists on washing your hair, fingers caressing soft circles on your scalp that make you sigh in bliss.
and he waits outside while you’re finishing up, a little impatient, but then you step out in that cute night set and he scoops you in his arms. “you work so hard, let me spoil you,”
he handles you like you’re a delicate flower, listening to all your complaints while you’re eating the dinner that he made. his hands go over your shoulders, easing every knot and sore spot.
he carries you to bed even when you said he didn’t have to and draws the curtains, dims the lights. jay feels like he is falling in love again when you thank him with the sweetest smile, “you deserve to rest. let me take care of everything tonight,”
JAEYUN holds you in a warm hug at the doorstep for a minute straight, feeling the way you relax against his touch and lean into him.
he wouldn’t have let you go for longer, having missed you desperately, but you insist on taking a shower and he makes way to the kitchen, preparing honey lemon tea that helps you unwind.
he smiles at your drowsy eyes and adorable yawn when you step out of the bathroom in one of his t-shirts— he swears his heart skipped a beat. “you look so cute even when you’re tired,”
it’s silly, he knows, it doesn’t matter since his words bring the slightest smile on your lips that makes him melt.
and it’s a routine— you sitting between his legs, sipping on your tea while he is drying your hair with tender hands and gentle touches, muttering soft praises in between. “you made it through another day. i’m so proud of you, baby,”
SUNGHOON feels the ache in his heart as soon as his gaze lands on your weary face, eyes taking in every hint of exhaustion present on your face.
he doesn’t say much— his actions do, however, as he puts one hand on your back and leads you inside. he sets the cushions on the couch, wanting to take away all your pain and fatigue. “just relax, darling,”
your boyfriend doesn’t waste a second before getting on his knees and helping you take off your shoes, giving your feet a slight massage, and you jolt in surprise. “you don’t have to—”
“shh, baby. i want to,” sunghoon doesn’t let you protest, his fingers moving over your skin with expertise, attempting to provide you even an ounce of comfort. you deserve it, after all.
he draws you a warm bath, making sure to light those scented candles you love. he helps you change into comfortable clothes, a kiss planted on your forehead as he finally tucks you in bed next to him. “you work so hard, darling. it’s amazing,”
SUNOO greets you with a smile when you finally come back— “i missed you,” he confesses, already pulling you down onto the bed with him.
he just admires you with dreamy eyes while drawing soothing circles on your cheek with his thumb. he knows you have to eat but he isn’t ready to let you go— not yet.
he is always gentle with you but tonight, he is something more— careful, like you’ll break if he holds you too tight. your limbs are tangled and he is too busy praising you for your hardwork.
his mind goes over a thousand things, anything to help you relax, and when you say you are okay, he shushes you gently, eyes softening. “you don’t have to pretend with me,”
and when you finally let your guard down, sinking into his arms, he kisses your forehead like a promise. “you’re allowed to be taken care of too,”
JUNGWON meets you at the door before you even knock. messy hair, sleep still in his eyes, arms already outstretched. he doesn’t ask what kind of day it was— he just holds you.
his chin rests on your head, and you feel his fingers rub slow circles into your back. you exhale deeply against his chest and he pulls back just enough to look at your pretty face with a murmur, “you don’t have to say anything,”
he guides you to the couch— cushions set with your favourite blanket waiting. when you look up at him with a grateful smile, he simply kisses your palms and doesn’t let them go.
he sits with you through the dinner, despite the sleep pooling in his eyes. you insist on washing dishes and he insists on giving you the princess treatment you deserve. “just let me take care of you like you take care of everything else,”
NI-KI is awkward about it at first— following you around, bumping into you in the kitchen, standing in the hallway as you change.
“come here,” he says finally, a little unsure, but his arms are firm around your frame yet still careful. his hold only tightens when he feels you exhale against his chest.
he hands you a warm drink and kneels by the bed, pulling your socks off. you don’t say a word and his hand finds yours, thumb caressing over your knuckles. “you don’t have to be strong all the time,”
and later, when you’re curled into his side and his fingers are combing through your hair. he doesn’t talk much— just squeezes your hand and lets the silence do the comforting.
𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬─────drunk! jake x fem! reader ， quiet fluff ✶ mentions of crying, kissing, skinship ꕀ 𝑉𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ｡
your eyes settle on the bathroom door when the sound of the flush stops, followed by a few shuffling movements. a sigh and you shift your weight to the left leg, counting down the minutes.
and then your boyfriend walks out— hair tousled, his sweatshirt half tucked in. he gives you a look, something between an apology and a plea, and he already looks sadder than he was.
“you’re still mad at me,” he whispers quietly, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and you grab a towel, moving to stand between his legs and dry his hair.
you don’t know why he thought getting drenched in the rain would make you pity him more.
a sigh. “i am not—”
“yes, you are,” but he barely lets you speak, cutting you off with a desolate whine. “you’ve been quiet for—” a pause as he counts on his fingers. “—five whole minutes,”
it’s making you want to scoff.
this is a grown man in front of you, giving you looks full of desperation, and you shake your head, a faint smile on your lips as you continue to dry his hair with gentle rubs.
your boyfriend is still sulking, more so, in fact.
jake is trying to let a look at you through your devoted movements with his lips morphed in a frown. he is visibly deflated as if his world crashed down on his shoulders— he would argue it’s true.
“how torturous,” you scoff, feeling him lean into your touch with eyes closed and hands on his lap.
“very,” his tone is quiet yet firm. “i’d rather—” he hiccups, hand clutching over his chest. “—die—”
and you slap his shoulder, eyes squinting disapprovingly at his words. “don’t say that!”
a pause.
he looks at you in disbelief, mortified, as if you had stabbed a dagger through his heart. you can swear you see him tearing up, slurring over a few incoherent mumbles before his shiny eyes land onto your face again.
“ouch,” he whimpers and you have to hold yourself from rolling your eyes. “you hate me, you despise me. my life is over,”
despite his words, his hands are settled firm on your hips as if you’re going to disappear if he lets go even for a second.
he buries his face in your stomach, caressing soft and tender patterns on your waist. he pulls you closer when he feels you shiver from the touch of his cold fingertips against the warmth of your skin.
you run your hand on his back, feeling his muscles relax. “don’t be dramatic. and stop crying,”
“you didn’t even kiss me,” he’s looking up at you now, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. you swear you can see a tear or two sitting on his eyelashes.
you run your fingers through his messy hair, letting out a soft sigh at the exaggerated frown on his lips. “i did,”
“on the forehead,” he frowns even more, heartbreakingly so. “i want to kiss your lips. they’re so pretty,”
you halt in your actions and he is making kissy lips at you, which can also pass as a desperate pout, and your heart skips a beat at how cute he looks, despite the fact that he is looking like a wet puppy lost in the wild.
“you reek of alcohol,” you try to reason with him— or pull his leg, you’re not so sure. his flushed face, half from alcohol and half from crying, is an aching sight to see.
“excuses. you’re breaking up with me,” his lips are jutted out even more now as he awaits your response. a second passes, then another, and he huffs in shock. “you’re not even denying. i’m right, aren’t i? c’mon, you can say it. drop the bomb, i can handle—” another hiccup, or perhaps he is choking on a sob as he inhales sharply. “—i’m a man—”
and then it’s your lips on his.
tender, soft yet firm, like a warm reassurance amidst his hysteria. it’s impossible not to kiss him, you know you were going to give in anyway. you feel his fingers fist over the hem of your top and he lets out a breathy whine against your lips, leaning more into the kiss as if to chase the feeling.
he lets you lead— unlike always, where he is losing himself into you, his lips moving against yours in a messy dance as he loses every sense of control.
you feel the sting of alcohol on your tongue mixed with his airy gasps and needy whines. his hands are shaking as he holds your hips a little tighter, and you can only hold his damp cheeks with tenderness to ground him to reality.
you tug onto his lower lip, drawing another sound from him— you can’t help it, he sounds so pretty. and then you pull back with a last peck, biting back a chuckle at the pout that once again finds its way to his lips.
“i am not breaking up with you,” you see the way his eyes soften at your words, the way he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
“okay,” he whispers, slow and soft, finding solace in your words. “i love you,”
and he buries his face in your stomach again, refusing to let go. you can swear he mumbles ‘marry me’ against your top— maybe if he asks when he’s sober, you’ll say yes to that too.
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one thing you and jake have never tried was cockwarming. but when you heard about the concept somewhere online, it sounded hot and you knew you wanted to try it.
what you didn't take into account, however, was how much your boyfriend would struggle with it.
he's sitting at his desk, manspreading as his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, his slim and veiny fingers typing away at his keyboard as he's trying to finish up his assignment before the deadline.
you quietly creep into his room, trying to think of how you can bring it up to him without sounding too awkward or timid. "baby," you call, and jake's eyes that were once glued to his screen immediately dart toward you.
"hi, love," he smiles at you, turning his chair to face you as you slowly walk over. when you're standing in front of him, his hands interlock with yours as he stares up at you with his hazy, puppy eyes.
"what's wrong, baby?" he asks, noticing your awfully shy state. "uhm, i just.. wanna try something different with you," you admit. his thumbs caress your hands as the rest of his fingers stay intertwined with yours. "oh yeah? what is it?" he says, exhilaration and anxiety washing over him.
"i wanna try, uhm.. cockwarming." the words finally slip from your lips, your cheeks flushing as you break eye contact with him, instead staring at the floor. "hm? what's cockwarming, princess?" he asks, genuinely confused like he's never heard of the term before.
oh gosh. you seriously have to explain what it is to him? the word 'cockwarming' alone was even too much for you to say. "well, we just sit there.. while, y'know.. your cock is inside me." you say, trying to maintain eye contact with him but it's far too embarrassing.
"so i just stay inside you? that's it?" he says, delight laced in his voice. a wave of relief washes over you as you're glad he didn’t ridicule your idea, but instead wanted to go through with it. "yeah, no moving.. just sit still and feel me." you say, feeling a little more at ease now.
jake's eyes flick at his laptop screen for a moment, scanning the report he hasn't yet finished, and looks back at you, his hands slipping away from yours. "yeah, let's try it. i have to finish this by 12pm.. think you can cockwarm me while i try to get it done?" he asks, saying the term you just taught him like he knew all about it.
you softly nod, watching him open his legs a little more and tug his sweatpants down, cock springing up. you slip your panties to the side that were covered by his oversized tee that you were wearing, before positioning yourself to sit in front of him. you sit, lowering yourself down more until his entire cock slides inside.
you gasp at the deliberate stretch, feeling it brush right before your cervix. "fuck, baby.." he softly groans, relishing the way your warm walls clamp around his length, before he remembers he can't move at all. he lets you take a moment to adjust before his hands move past your waist to type again, resting his head on your shoulder.
his breathing is slightly heavy, the tension in the room thick as he occasionally looks down at his lap just to see his oversized tee tied back so it wouldn’t get in the way, your plush ass pressed against his pelvis while his cock is buried deep in your pussy.
his typing becomes slower now, less focused, constantly hitting the backspace button and pausing as he begins to write nonsense, not at all relating to what his report is about.
he’s trying so hard to distract himself from the building pressure in his cock, but it’s nearly impossible. your pussy feels just too good wrapped around him, even without any movement.
"baby.. this is torture," he says, voice breathy as his focus is completely taken off his assignment, eyes darting to the back of your head as he waits for you to respond or even give in and do something. "jakey, just wanna try.. please," you softly say, turning your head back to look at him with slightly furrowed brows.
sure, his cock felt so good inside you at the moment, hitting your deepest spot and just burying itself inside you, big and warm. and yes, you were tempted and a good fuck right then and there would've been nice, but you wanted to go through with the idea.
at this very moment, you realized just how hard this was for him, just how impatient he was, just how desperate he was.
he sighs, fighting the urge to jerk his hips up, and diverts his attention back to his laptop screen.
he stares at the words he has previously written, trying to read over them, trying to see if they make sense—anything to distract him from moving. but it’s impossible.
unintentionally, his hips jolt up to readjust his position, and the minute he does, a soft moan escapes your lips and a groan leaves his.
his cock hits even deeper inside you, bumping at your cervix. "j-jake!" you scold, the temptation to move yourself now becoming harder to resist. "fuck, princess, m'sorry.. i can't." he says, voice shaky and laced with desperation.
he squirms under you, the urge of despair killing him as he just wants to fuck you, so bad. you give up, grinding your hips against his pelvis as you feel his cock brush against your sweet spot.
"nghh.. shit," you whimper, feeling his hands move to your hips to guide your movements back and forth. your walls tighten around his length with each roll, making his head throw back and mouth part.
"fuck—baby, ride me please.. i'll be good." he begs, voice laced with need as he can’t handle it anymore. the friction isn't enough.
you oblige, now beginning to bounce up and down, your hands clawing at the desk in front of him, back arching as he gets the best view possible.
he watches the way your flesh bounces against his pelvis, your slick that came from your failed cockwarming attempt stringing with each thrust. "that’s it.. use me, princess. fuck yourself on my cock."
"f-uck, jakey!" you cry out, head falling down as your arms on the table support you up. his cock twitches inside you, your pussy sucking him in so perfectly.
"mmhh, shit, gonna cum.." he softly groans, more whimpers leaving his lips as he pulls out just in time to let out his warm spurts on your ass, your bouncing slowing to a stop as your cum seeps out onto his sweatpants, creating a wet and sticky patch on the light grey fabric.
after you both take a moment to breathe and calm down from your highs, you look back to meet eyes with him as you both giggle at your horribly failed attempt at 'trying something different.' "next time, let’s see if you can stay still, yeah?" he mocks, smiling at you as you look away from him, cheeks flushing.
his assignment was long forgotten all because of you, but it was so worth it.
heeseung is extra giggly tonight, his cheeks red, tie askew— settling on top of a few loosened buttons and his hair a complete mess.
“baby, come here—” he stumbles through his own hallway, chasing you to the washroom, reeking of alcohol, “where’s my goodnight kiss?”
he finds you by the washroom, grinning so wide his eyes turn into little crescents. arms outstretched, he wraps them around your waist from the back, pulling you flush against his chest.
you turn around in his arms and he immediately buries his face in your neck, pressing a kiss there. it’s wet and clumsy, but full of affection.
“you didn’t kiss me goodnight,” he whines, brows furrowed like it’s a real tragedy, and if eyes could get anything they want, heeseung would be a winner. “fine,” you chuckle, cupping his face and bringing it down to press a chaste kiss on his lips— the fine taste of whiskey and love lingering on him.
he stumbles forward as you pull away for a breather, the tipsy weight of him leaning entirely on you. “more,” heeseung mumbles, eyes fluttering shut as he chases your lips again. “just one more. maybe five.”
you laugh softly, brushing his messy bangs back. “you’re hopeless.” “hopelessly yours,” he grins.
PARK JONGSEONG
“who k-kissed you?” jay sounds furious, cupping your face in his hands as he inspects your lipstick smudged face.
the alcohol in his system really is kicking, and you can confirm it by how oblivious he is to the fact that your red gloss is smudged by his lips. jay’s face is red— both from the wine and your lipstick.
his brows are furrowed like he’s solving a crime scene, thumbs swiping gently under your bottom lip with all the seriousness in the world. “baby, i’m not mad, i’m just… i just need names.”
you burst into laughter, clutching onto his shoulders. “you kissed me, you idiot.”
he blinks, stunned. “me?”
you nod, giggling. “twice. aggressively.”
jay’s mouth parts slightly, as if he just cracked the case, and then his expression melts into a sheepish smile. his hands slide down to rest on your shoulders as he leans forward, lips brushing your forehead. “good,” he murmurs, “i’d beat him up if it was someone else.”
his cologne is warm and familiar, mixing with the sharp tang of wine. his tie is crooked, as he pulls you in, gathering you in a drunk bear hug, pressing his lips on the crook of your neck.
SIM JAEYUN
“jake, put me down!” you gasp, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s shoulders as he picks you up with an uneven equilibrium.
jake is the most drunk person in the party, you could tell by his impulsive decisions and reddened face.
“jake, seriously—put me down!” you squeal, laughing breathlessly as your boyfriend lifts you into his arms like a groom on his wedding night. excep, he’s swaying. a lot.
“but you’re so pretty,” he slurs with a dopey grin, forehead resting against yours. “had to steal you away. just for a sec.”
his cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat and the glow of fairy lights dancing in his glassy eyes. his steps are clumsy, zigzagging across the lawn as you cling tighter.
“okay, romeo, we’re going to die—”
your words are cut short by a splash.
cold water engulfs you both as jake stumbles straight into the pool, dragging you with him in a chaotic, soaking plunge.
you surface, gasping and blinking water from your lashes, only to see jake float up next to you, completely drenched but still smiling.
“worth it,” he breathes, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. “’cause now we’re both cool.”
you smack his chest, laughing as he pulls you into a soggy hug, lips brushing your temple. “you idiot.”
“your idiot forever.”
PARK SUNGHOON
sunghoon stumbles into your shared apartment at midnight, kicking off his shoes with a clumsy thud. his blazer is half off, white shirt wrinkled and slightly untucked, and his cheeks are flushed a warm pink.
“baby?” he calls out, voice soft and unsure as he peeks around the hallway. “i missed you so much.”
you’re already there, arms crossed, trying not to smile at the sight of your usually composed boyfriend looking like a sleepy mess.
“how much did you drink?” you ask, guiding him by the wrist to the couch.
“not enough to forget how pretty you are,” he mumbles, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his lap.
he buries his face in your neck, arms draped loosely around your waist. “your perfume’s better than any drink.”
you laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair as he melts against you like a sleepy puppy.
“hoon, you’re really clingy when you’re drunk.”
“only with you,” he whispers, lifting his head to look at you, eyes glassy but sincere. “i love you, can we stay like this forever?”
your heart squeezes as you kiss his forehead. “forever sounds nice”
KIM SUNOO
sunoo clings to your arm like a sleepily, cheek pressed against your shoulder as he lets out a dramatic sigh. “you smell like flowers,” he mumbles, voice soft and syrupy with alcohol. “did you always smell this good, or is the wine making me fall in love again?”
you chuckle, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “you’re already in love with me, remember?”
he blinks up at you, eyes glossy under the fairy lights of the backyard, lips pouting just slightly. “but it feels new tonight. like, i wanna write you poems or name a star after you.”
you cover your smile, heart fluttering at his drunken sincerity. “you’re such a flirt when you’re tipsy.”
sunoo sits up with a sudden burst of energy, wobbling slightly. “wait here!” he stumbles toward the garden, plucks a random daisy, then returns and offers it to you with a wide grin. “for you, my moon and stars.”
you take it, giggling as he snuggles back into your side. “you’re going to regret all this cheesy stuff tomorrow.”
“nope,” he yawns, eyes fluttering shut. “if it’s about you, i’ll mean it even when i’m sober.”
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon’s never drunk. like, ever. but tonight? he’s had three fruity cocktails and half a glass of someone’s mysterious punch, and now he’s standing in the kitchen wearing a colander on his head like a helmet.
“babe,” you start, biting back laughter, “what exactly are you doing?”
he turns to you dramatically, wobbling slightly on his socked feet. “protecting my brain,” he says seriously, poking the colander. “you never know who’s out here trying to read your thoughts.”
you snort. “you’ve been watching conspiracy videos again, haven’t you?”
“they make sense!” he insists, pointing at you with a spoon. “also—” he suddenly softens, spoon clattering to the counter, “you’re so pretty it’s unfair. i’m trying to have deep thoughts but all i think is: wow. she’s mine.”
you step closer, sliding the colander off his head. “you’re ridiculous.”
“ridiculously in love,” he sighs, pulling you into a loose hug, resting his cheek on your chest. “do you think aliens would be jealous of us?”
“probably,” you laugh, carding your fingers through his hair.
“good,” he mumbles sleepily. “they should be.”
you glance down at your drunk genius of a boyfriend and grin. yep. definitely keeping him.
NISHIMURA RIKI
“don’t act like you’re drunk,” you roll your eyes, witnessing the tall boy intentionally falter in his steps in front of you, his skateboard pushed to the side.
he grins up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “but what if i was drunk,” he says, voice slurred for effect, “and i still skated better than everyone here?”
you cross your arms. “you’re going to break your neck.”
he gasps, clutching his heart. “have a little faith in your man.”
“my man is an idiot.”
“an adorable idiot,” he adds with a wink, already hopping back on the board, swaying ridiculously. “c’mon, it’ll be fun. pretend i’m wasted and you’re my responsible girlfriend guiding me home.”
“riki,” you groan, trying not to laugh as he rolls in a lazy zigzag down the sidewalk.
“catch me if i crash!” he yells.
you sprint after him, already knowing how this ends—with riki tripping over a curb, both of you in a heap on the grass, and him laughing with that stupidly cute grin, arms around you like it was all part of the plan.
“see?” he pants. “told you it’d be fun.”
and yeah—you kind of can’t argue with that.
스루 ܃ i kinda wrote this fast, so i don't think it's my best work TT nonetheless, i hope you enjoy ! 🎀
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if there's one thing about jake, it's that he's a whore for mirror sex. but how could he not be? he adores the view in the reflection—mirror fogging up slightly, your teary face staring back as you both watch his cock disappear inside you, heavy grunts and cries filling the room.
"you see that, sweetheart? see how perfect you look on my cock?" he says, hips snapping into your ass as his cock presses deep into you.
"m-mhmm.." you manage, trying your best to keep your eyes locked on the reflection, but it becomes harder as he hits your sweet spots, making your head fall onto your arm.
"don't look away, baby. so pretty like this," he breathily grunts, and it's enough to make your head lift again, eyes low and glassy as you watch yourself getting fucked dumb.
every sharp cry that leaves your mouth lines up with the wet sounds echoing around you, your slick coating his length as he thrusts in and out. "fuck, you hear that? you’re so wet, baby," he groans, getting off on how messy you sound, how soaked you are just from him.
"j-jake.. have to cum!" you scream out, nails clawing at the marble counter as the knot in your stomach tightens, your pussy clenching desperately around him, legs trembling with every stroke.
he takes that as his cue to drive his cock deeper inside you, voice low yet shaky as more praises fall from his lips. "that’s it, let go f’me. let me see my pretty girl cum all over this cock."
"ngh—shit!" you whimper, gasping softly, cheeks stained with tears as your orgasm hits.
"mmfuck—there you go.. fuckin’ perfect, angel," he moans, watching your cum drip from your core onto the tiled floor, his thrusts slowing as he pulls out and spills himself across your back.
"my little mirror slut," he smirks, still breathless as his eyes flick back to the mirror, savoring the sight of your wrecked state.
his upper body lowers down, chest warmly pressed against your back while he presses a soft kiss on your shoulder.
i feel like i’ve written smth like this already ngl but thinking about jake who just doesn’t know when to quit when you’re sucking him off.
he just goes CRAZY, his hands firm on the back of your head. he’s relentless and doesn’t even realize the way you’re gagging and coughing and drooling and struggling to breathe around his length. all he feels is your throat clenching around him and how warm and wet it is, how good it feels.
“oh my g—you’re so fucking good, baby,” he praises, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
your eyes are clenched shut and you’re trying desperately to breathe through it, but he’s fucking your mouth so hard, it’s nearly impossible.
“you’re so perfect,” he goes on. “my girl is so perfect, just made for me, weren’t you? mmm, oh my god.”
you love the praise. you can feel yourself dripping in your pants because his words are so hot and he’s so hot. his face is sweaty, his hair is sticking to his forehead. his cheeks are all red and his mouth is open like a panting dog.
you want to keep going. you want to push yourself farther for him, but you can’t breathe.
you pinch his hand and he finally relents, pulling his cock out of your mouth. only then does he open his eyes and look down at you, realizing there are tears streaming down your red face and drool dripping down your chin.
“fuck, are you okay?” he asks, a panic to his voice.
he cradles your face in his hands.
“yeah,” you tell him, smiling in reassurance. “just need to breathe.”
he lets you take back control for a minute, licking and sucking his dick at your own pace. he tells himself he’ll calm down, be more gentle with you.
but it’s only a few minutes later that he’s back into it and he can’t help himself again. he’s drilling his cock in and out of your mouth and nothing else matters except for the giant load he’s about to release down your throat.
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jake’s bike roared up the college driveway, the unmistakable purr of the engine making you freeze on the steps. your heart stumbled in your chest — no way. no way was he here. not after the fight last week, not after you’d sworn you were done.
but there he was, helmet under his arm, dark hair tousled, leather jacket unzipped, grinning like the smug, reckless idiot you claimed to hate.
“skipping class today, sunshine?” he called, voice lazy and amused.
you stiffened. “what are you doing here?”
“picking you up, obviously.” he sauntered closer, eyes gleaming. “thought you’d stop being stubborn by now, but…” his lips curved into that infuriating smirk, “…guess i’ll help you along.”
your fingers tightened around your books. “we’re not even speaking, jake.”
“oh, come on.” he bumped your shoulder lightly, fingers sliding the books out of your arms like it was nothing. “you gonna make me beg, baby?”
you hated how your pulse jumped. hated how easily he slipped under your skin, how his cologne — sharp, a little smoky — made your stomach flutter. when he tipped your chin up with a single finger, your heart almost stopped.
“get on,” he murmured, nodding toward the bike.
with a frustrated huff, you let him tug you along. he fastened the helmet under your chin, thumbs brushing your jaw a little too softly, gaze lingering a little too long.
the ride was a blur — wind rushing past, your arms wrapped tight around him, the steady rumble of the engine beneath you. it was reckless, it was stupid, it was everything you’d sworn you’d walk away from — and yet here you were, pressing your cheek to his back, closing your eyes, pretending you didn’t feel safe there.
he pulled off at a quiet overlook outside town, gravel crunching under the tires. when you clambered off, legs shaky, he shot you a knowing grin, running a hand through his hair.
“so,” he drawled, stepping closer, “miss me?”
“you wish.” you crossed your arms. “we literally fought last week.”
“yeah, i remember.” his grin widened, smug. “you stormed out, crying about how you were done with me. real dramatic, sunshine.”
your cheeks flamed. “shut up, jake.”
“nah, see…” he leaned in, voice dropping lower, “i can’t.” his fingers brushed your wrist, pulling back the sleeve of his jacket. “because you left something behind.”
your breath hitched. there, snug around his wrist, was your old black hair tie — the one you’d left in his room weeks ago, the one you’d dismissed with a careless, “keep it, i don’t care.”
“been wearing it ever since,” he said casually, even though his eyes sparkled with something softer, something that hit you right in the ribs.
“jake…” you whispered.
“yeah?”
“you’re such an ass.”
his grin deepened. “and yet here you are.”
before you could snap back, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him. the bike’s cool metal pressed into your back as he caged you in, his mouth brushing yours in a kiss that was both teasing and greedy.
you whimpered, fingers fisting in his jacket, mind reeling. when you tried to pull away, breathless, he only chased you, lips finding yours again and again.
“jake—”
“hmm?” he murmured between kisses.
“we can’t—” each word came out shaky, and every time you tried to speak, he kissed you again — slow, lingering, laughing softly against your mouth.
you shoved at his chest, but he only caught your hands, twining your fingers with his as he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the tip of your nose.
“we’re supposed to be fighting,” you mumbled, breath hitching as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, palms warm against your waist.
“we can fight later,” he murmured, eyes crinkling at the corners as his grin softened. “right now, i’m busy kissing my girl.”
your heart lurched at the way he said it — like it was a fact, like it was something that had never changed, no matter how many times you’d tried to walk away.
“you keep doing this,” you whispered, closing your eyes as his forehead pressed to yours, “and i’ll never be able to stay mad at you.”
“that’s the idea, sunshine.” his thumb traced a lazy circle on your skin, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed only on you. “you can’t outrun me, you know. i’ll always chase you.”
and as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and pinks, you let yourself believe him. because standing there, tangled in his arms, his laughter ghosting over your mouth, his lips pressing soft, unhurried kisses over your skin — you finally understood that no matter how far you ran, no matter how hard you fought — he’d always, always find his way back.
and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to run anymore.
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──── I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN .
↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !
✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake finally says it, even though he’s known it since…well, forever.
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↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!
↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── CHAT I THINK THIS ONE has to be my favorite one thus far...i'm gonna cry jake is so precious and i just love love & i love jakeyn </3 i listened to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler on repeat while drafting this and those are the vibes im going for...im gonna go cry now
It’s peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Suspiciously peaceful.
Because Jake hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes—which is an actual world record.
You glance to your side.
Jake’s hand is warm in yours.
His mind?
Somewhere else entirely.
It’s quiet. It’s late. The kind of the late where everything feels simpler. Softer. Where the streetlights begin to glow above you, where the river reflects the sky’s first stars. Where the only sound to the distant hum of the city around you is the crunch of your steps synced together.
And Jake is still. Not talking.
“You’re being uncharacteristically quiet,” you tease lightly, elbowing him gently. “Where did my boyfriend go?”
Jake lets out a breathy laugh—barely there—as he turns to you, shaking his head.
“I’m here,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “Just…thinking.”
Oh.
You stop walking.
He stops with you. Looks at you.
Jake's always looking at you.
But this time, it’s charged.
You tilt your head, your voice soft, “Jake.”
And that’s when you see it.
The look in his eyes. It’s familiar—the one he has every time he looks at you. The kind that makes your heart skip and stutter because it’s not just fondness, it’s not just affection—it’s everything.
Everything unsaid wrapped into one glance.
Everything that makes your heart feel like it’s on the edge of something terrifyingly wonderful.
Everything that says every version of his life points straight to you.
Jake blinks, glances over to the river as if the waves might talk him out from what he’s about to do.
It does not.
He lets out one last exhale.
Looks at you again.
“I love you.”
Your heart stops.
Your brain short-circuits. Eyes wide. Stomach drops.
It takes you a full five seconds to process the words, and by the time you do—
Jake is already smiling.
Gentle. Beautiful. Knowing.
Like he expected your reaction.
“It’s okay,” he says quietly before you can even try to respond. “You don’t have to say anything. I just…wanted you to know.”
Your mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.
“I’ve known for a long time,” he continues, voice steady, warm, his eyes never leaving yours once. “Like, way before I even deserved to say it.”
He lets out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are pink. He runs his thumb over your knuckles back and forth as if to ground himself.
“And, honestly, I think you knew a long time ago too.”
You swallow hard.
Because yeah. You did.
Jake has always loved you in the way he softens his voice when he talks to you. In the way he never lets you walk on the side of the road. In the way he shows up, over and over again—no matter how many times you tried to build your walls up.
He lifts your intertwined hands to his lips and kisses your fingers, one by one, like he’s spilling his feelings out again—I love you, I love you, I love you.
“I just—I wanted you to know,” he murmurs, quieter this time. “No pressure. No expectations. Just…it’s yours. My heart. If you want it.”
And god, you break a little.
Because he means it. He means it.
He knows it. You know it.
You look at him—the boy who’s loved you so unapologetically, even when you weren’t sure if you deserved it yet.
And he waits.
Jake waits. Patient. Sure.
Then—you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, losing yourself completely to his warmth, his comfort, your home.
Jake exhales—something between a laugh and a breath of relief—and melts into you instantly, planting a kiss into your hair as he holds you tight.
When you finally pull away, your eyes meet his—and he’s already smiling. So soft. So tender.
So yours.
His eyes crinkle at the corners, full of something that feels like forever.
Jake doesn’t ask for anything more.
Doesn’t push.
He just reaches out, lacing his fingers through yours.
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HEESEUNG
your boyfriend feels like he is slowly losing all sense of sanity. as he peeks over at you standing in front of the bathrooms mirror— to busy getting yourself dolled up to merely notice a sign of his presence— he feels his mind slipping away from his fingers.
his leg is bouncing, at the same rate as his heartbeat. he bites down his lower lip, presses it against the higher one and tries to drift his eyes away from your lipstick brushing over your mouth. but he still wants it, he still wants to kiss you that bad.
the sound of his feet against the floor makes you turn your attention to his direction. he looks at you like he knows you are going to deny him again— which is true.
“go away,” you tell him with a laugh but he doesn’t listen. instead, he stops a few centimeters away from you and under your confused gaze, he starts to lower himself. “what are you doing?”
he is soon all the way down to his knees, with his hands clasped against one another in a way that reminds one of a prayer. he looks up at you with such wide bambi like eyes that you can’t help but laugh in disbelief, “pretty girl please,” he starts, voice pleading. “let me give you one kiss before you leave.”
you stay silent as heeseung begs a little more for a the smallest sign of affection. then you giggle as you say, “heeseung, get up,” and he listens. he steps closer to you, who wraps your arms around his neck. your lip combo can be ruined after all, “you are so stupid.”
JAY
the tension in the house welcomes your boyfriend the second his steps inside. it sends chills from the top of his nape down down to his spine. suddenly, his cravat is a little bit too tight around his neck and his hands are getting sweaty.
with his fingers around his cravat, making in a little bit more loose, he walks towards where you could be. “princess,” he calls out for you, following the light that erupts from the kitchen. you didn’t come open the door for him. “i’m home.”
jay likes to think that he didn’t hear your answer and that you didn’t ignore his greeting— but he knows better.
you don’t even grace him with a glance but his breath is still stolen by the sight of you. the smell of your conditioner took all over the kitchen and your skin glows due to the products of your cherished skin care routine. his eyes drags all over your pretty pajamas down to your shorts and your bare legs.
he gets closer to you, waiting for you to give him a little bit of attention. he sighs when you don’t, “can you at least look at me?” he feels like talking to a wall.
it feels like it’s a punishment for coming home too late. now he can’t kiss his pretty lover but he knows how to make things a little better.
and because jay is a real man who doesn’t mind being a little pathetic for his girlfriend, he gets on his knees in his expensive suit and takes your hands in his.
“princess, i’m sorry,” he says as he scoots closer. his puts your hands on his shoulders and puts his on your hips. he can’t help but find the way you furrow your brows extremely hot. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”
JAKE
he comes back home red in the face and teary eyed. due to the alcohol running in his system, he stumbles over every single furniture of the house. in the empty hall, he slurs your name in an attempt to call out for you.
you rush to him, “jake, are you okay?” you ask, your ends on his shoulders as he almost stumbles over his own feet. he takes him some time to realize that you are here, standing right in front of him.
his eyes shines even more when he looks at you. you can see your reflection in his growing tears, “my love,” his voice his shaky and wobbly. he doesn’t say anything more— only collapsing his body against yours.
his strong arms hold you firmly. he hides his face in your neck. you can swear that he starts to cry, even sobs a little from time to time while you hug him back. “what happened?”
he doesn’t respond but his grip on your becomes lighter and you feel is body getting lamb, as if he was melting against your warmth. he slides down until he is in front of your feet, on his knees.
he embraces your waist and rests his cheek against your stomach, “i missed you,” he sniffles. he tightens his embrace, “i missed you a lot.”
you pat the back of his head, “i missed you too.”
SUNGHOON
hey, you,” the tall man says after you open the door. he presents himself in a white tank top and black sweatpants. there is a big bag hoppped over his shoulder, indicating that he just came back from the gym.
you get on your tiptoes to kiss him as a greet him. then you go back on your feet properly and scan his buff form with a smile, “why do you but the gym everyday?” you ask, resting your arms on his naked arms. you squeeze his biceps. “you are already jacked.”
he smiles as you touch him. “are you feeling yourself?” well, yes. his question doesn’t make you stop and you keep on torturing his arms for a while before having pity for your boyfriend.
you step backwards to let him in. he steps closer to you, though, without closing the door behind him. he puts his large back on the floor, “i hit the gym just so i can—” he starts as he kneels in front of you.
he looks like a prince when he is down there, and that makes your heart skip a bit when your eyes lock with his. the look in his eyes and his goddamn smirk is anything but trustworthy.
“what are you doing?” you laugh nervously. then, you yelp when he hugs your thighs and hops you over his shoulder. as he starts to get up, you beat his back weakly, “put me down!”
he doesn’t. instead, he continues to talk while turning around and closing the door behind him, “—do that.”
SUNOO
“i don’t know,” you start hesitantly as you let yourself fall into the couch behind you. you bite your lower lip— glistening with your lipgloss— slightly before continuing, “i don’t like my face these days.”
your boyfriend can’t help but let a grimace creep on his face. not being your worries doesn’t matter, but because he think they don’t make sense. when he looks at you, all dressed up and glowing from head to toes, he is in disbelief.
“you’re beautiful,” he tells you before thinking. and he wonders, quietly, how anyone else can say otherwise. how someone so gorgeous can’t see her own beauty.
you huff, clearing trying yet failing to believe his words. “thank you,” your fingers tuck a hair strand behind your ear.
for a few seconds you are too busy avoiding his eyes and fidgeting with your fingers to notice that he has got closer to you. he stands in front of you, and when you finally notice, you are too embarrassed to look up.
he decides to find another way. he gets his knees on the floor, and cup your face tenderly. “look at me,” he smiles when you do. “you are so beautiful that you got a man on his knees for you, who else can say that?”
he brings your face closer to his own. he kisses your forehead while you laugh, then your nose, your cheeks until whispering against your mouth, “you are gorgeous, okay?”
he doesn’t let you go until you nod weakly.
JUNGWON
if there is one person who is a pain to take care of, it’s definitely your boyfriend.
you try to push him away off of you, but he groans and has the audacity to rearrange his position. “jungwon,” he whines when you try to get him off of you again. it’s not like you want to get up for the fun of it, or only because you can’t feel your body anymore, “i need to go buy you medication.”
he doesn’t budge. for a moment, you want to give up and let yourself be swallowed by the mattressunder you. but if he doesn’t take medication, he will be sick, even more annoying than usual. you tickle his stomach, he yelps a laugh. you take the advantage of his weakness to escape.
“no,” he says when you are already out of the bed. he grips into your arm but he is too weak to fight against your strength. your wrist slips away from his fingers, his torso out of the bed. he decides to get up completely and follow you.
“stay away,” you tell while you put your shoes on.
“why do you hate me?” he coughs in despair. then, he literally falls down to his knees. you hand flies to your mouth as he pleads, “i don’t need medication, i need you.”
you stay still for a few seconds. flabbergasted and amused by his antics, you put on your jacket, still. “i love you,” the man is still on his knees when you open the door. “please be normal when i come back.”
RIKI
“you cheated!” he exclaims, yanking his controller in the empty space next to him. he falls back against the couch’s backseat. his faces the ceiling, slowly processing his defeat, as you jump on the couch.
his allegations doesn’t phase you at all: how can anyone cheat at mario kart? perhaps, you did push him with your shoulder from time to time, but he did it back. “i won!” you remind him, cheerful. you don’t hide your mean smile when you continue, “get on your knees now.”
your boyfriend’s large hands fall to his thighs. he sends you a look that clearly asks you if you are being serious right now. “oh, come on,” you giggle at both him and the sight on the television. princess peach is happy to be first place, it seems. “it was part of the bet.”
riki sighs, slowly getting in up. he steps in front of you, “do you really want me to?” he laughs at how happily you nod to give him an answer.
slowly, he lowers himself. he is still tall, even when he is so prettily set on his knees. with a small grin, he looks up at you, “you are the only princess ever,” his eyes follow you when you sit down. “and i would do anything for you,” there is a small pause where he takes a deep breath, “really. now gimme a kiss.”
when such a beautiful man is on his knees asking for a kiss, it’s your job to make his wish come true.
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“you’re my new neighbour, right?”
the low voice makes you turn around as your eyes meet with the tall man standing in front of you. your eyebrows furrow at the sight of him, you had never seen him in the two months of you moving into the new neighbourhood. however, the deep tone of his voice, mysterious impression and his lack of clothes intrigued you.
“yes that’s me, i moved in quite a while back.”
his eyes travel all the way from the tip of your toes until the smallest strand of hair on the top of your head before nonchalantly asking you, “do you want to come over, for a bit?”
you hesitated— a part of you wanted to go and explore his house, was he the type to let you see his room, would he ask you if you wanted to drink something, would he show you around explaining every nook and cranny of the house or was he just teasing you? but then, it hit you— you knew nothing about this mystery man expect for the fact that he was standing shirtless in front of you with the most deadass look on his face.
“do you have an answer or should i ask again, pretty girl.”
the nickname interrupts you from your thoughts and you embarrassingly nod at his question. ‘oh god, i’ve made a fool of myself ..’ you think as you look up to meet his eyes.
however to your surprise, his mouth slips a low chuckle— the sound low and rich, you find yourself wanting to hear it over and over again, and his mutters something under his breath so quiet only he could hear.
“you don’t need to come if you don’t want to. i’ll see you later, beautiful.”
and just like that he closes the door on you as you stand there, drowned in your thoughts. should you just take the risk and shamelessly ask to go in? or back away and come another day?
however in the midst of this, unconsciously, your hand reaches for his door and you knock. in less than two seconds the familiar man stands front of you again, it’s like deja vu.
“you’re back?” his face is covered in a smug grin as he not so obviously eyes you from the bottom down.
“i just wanted to let you know that i’ll come back, just not today.” you vaguely answer his question, avoiding any eye contact with him.
“i will be patiently waiting, and next time try look at my eyes when you speak, sweetheart.”
“hi pretty, did you miss me?” his low drawl from beside your ear made you jump. when you catch the familiar voice you quickly school your expression into a scowl.
“what do you want, lee” you say with faux apprehension, even though your lips were twitching in amusement. heeseung tilts his head, sliding his hands into his pockets, “you.”
you sigh, rolling your eyes, slightly pushing past him before his arm slides to your wrist, “come on, angel, just one date? if you hate me after it you can humiliate me in front of the whole school.”
the offer sounds tempting, really, heeseung’s image was one of the things he always been serious about, “and if i don’t hate you?” you try, a flash of interest cross his pupils.
“if you don’t, then, maybe consider dating me?” he grins, pulling you closer by your arm. you press your hand on his chest and let your eyes linger there for a while before flicking up to his. your finger tracing lightly on the hard lines of his chest through the shirt before pulling away, leaving him flustered, “we’ll see.”
JAY
“you know, you’re quite good for a newbie,” you look up from your guitar notes splayed out in front of you, jay’s figure towering over yours. he pulls a chair near you and invites himself to your space.
a small pout forms on your lips, “you’re assuming i’ve never played before.” jay’s eyes go wide and he stumbled over his words, “wait, that’s not— i was— i didn’t mean it like that! i was just—“ he cuts himself short when your laughter fills the space.
and god, does he want to bottle that sound for himself to keep. your chuckles die down, before you smile at him, “i was just messing with you, and, thank you by the way. my skills are kinda rusty, but i’m trying.”
“i can teach you,” jay blurts out before thinking. only a moment later after he saw your raised eyebrow and the amusement dancing across your eyes did he realize how eager he sounded, “i mean, if you want of course— i’m willing to help you.”
you smile at him, “okay then, see you..?” you trail off, suddenly jay feels stupid for never introducing himself to you, “jay.”
your smile widens at that, “alright, nice to meet you, jay.”
JAKE
“need some help there?” jake smiles watching you struggle with a question. you press your lips together, albeit your heart was starting to pick up its pace.
“no, i’m fine,” you quip. a second later, you feel him slip into the seat beside you anyway. you sigh when you feel him staring at you, “i said i could do—“
your words get caught in your throat, he’s looking at you with that stupid smile of his. grinning so wide that you were contemplating on whether to disappear or to just kiss it away. maybe then he’d be the flustered one.
“hm? you staring now, pretty?” he says, and you quickly look away. brain trying to make sense of the words you’re reading. but when you feel him slide closer to you, slowly grabbing the pen out of your hand. he writes down the formula for you without a word. all you can think about is how warm his hand is when it brushes over your own.
SUNGHOON
“you make this look so easy,” you say, attempting to balance on the ice. sunghoon, whose a few steps away from you just strides comfortably.
“that’s because i’ve had years of practice,” he retorts. you told him you could do this yourself and even though he’s pretty sure you can’t, he let you go and silently watch you from afar.
“hey, actually this might not be that—“ your foot slips in the ice and you were bracing for impact until you feel a hand on your waist, grounding you, “steady” you feel his voice by your ear.
sunghoon helps you balance yourself again and glide back to the edges, stepping back on land. “you okay” he asks, brushing off the ice that got on your leg. just then did you realize that his hand hasn’t untangle itself from yours.
SUNOO
you feel his hand before you see him, your hair being ruffled into a jumbled mess. you pout, letting out a soft groan when feel him plop down beside you.
“morning sunshine,” he smiles, holding back a laugh at you very visible pout. your hands come up to pat down at the ruse, “i just brushed it a few minutes ago, do you always need to greet me that way?”
“i was trying to distract you,” he says, eyes twinkling. you deadpan at him, “from what, my piling stacks of homework?” the unfinished paper stares back at you mockingly.
sunoo chuckles, voice soft, “exactly, winding down for a minute won’t hurt.” you bite your lip thoughtfully. and he thinks it’s unfair how you look so pretty even when you’re running on a few hours of sleep and probably too many energy drinks.
he hears you sigh and mumble out a ‘fine’ before laying your head on his chest. sunoo freezes for a moment before letting his hand carve through your hair. “you’re warm,” you mumble and he’s already planning on not moving an inch for as long as you stay there.
JUNGWON
for once, jungwon wished you’d congratulate him. he watches you talk with the others and hug your friends right after they got their awards for winning the debate competition. so when you reach him, he was looking at you expectantly. he adorns a tiny smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“nice play, yang,” was the only thing you said before moving on to talk to the girl beside him but he stops you, “that’s the only thing you’re gonna say to me?”
it was quite comical seeing his face fall, the glasses on his nose sliding off a bit before he pushes it back up and stare at you with a pout.
“what else do you want me to say?” you muse, crossing your arms over your chest, watching him open his mouth and close it again before huffing. “i don’t know— you were congratulating the others, don’t i deserve one too?”
you let the silence fall over you. the reverence of what he said lingering in the air. for a moment, jungwon regretted ever saying anything. but then, you laugh. and god was it pretty.
“congratulations, won, you did good,” you smile, brushing up his glasses that has fallen once again. jungwon’s eyes follow you as you move on to the next person. well now he simply just needs to win every competition there is, only if it means having you congratulate him.
RIKI
“don’t get used to it,” you scoff. at your voice, riki turns to see you smiling, handing a cold bottle to one of his teammates. the guy’s hand comes up to ruffle your hair playfully and you quickly slap it off.
“your dirty hands are gonna mess up my hair,” you say before glancing to your side. “oh, hey ki,” you catch the slight frown on his lips. he disregards you for a moment before turning to his teammate, “coach called you.”
“really? i didn’t hear—“ he quickly cuts off, “he told me.” you catch the tone, it was unnecessarily sharp. when riki turns to you, you have your own pout.
“what was that for?” you say, his eyes flicker from your lips back to your eyes. “why’d you fetch him water?” he lets slip, lips pursing right after.
your brows furrow, and then a second later it relaxes and your eyes widen like something had just dawned on you, “you’re jealous.”
riki frowns at that, “what? no i’m not, why would i be?” he doesn’t stop there, “it’s just, why would you get him water out of nowhere, do you owe him some—“ you cut him off by pressing a kiss to his cheek. pulling away as quick as you did and chuckle at him like nothing happened, “dont worry, he’s my brother.”
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