Classmate Au | Park Sunghoon

is anyone else so sad and sobbing and crying and in tears and in crisis and weeping

── ❝ ꒰ 𝒥𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆𝑌 ៸ 𝒥𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆𝑌 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ academic rivals ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you spotting your academic rival with another girl makes you feel things you had never once experienced before .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1551 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ flirty hoon ៸ pet names ៸ cursing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i miss enha and riize school is depriving me. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

YOU’VE NEVER LIKED PARK SUNGHOON.

from the very first moment you both met, he was always a step ahead of you—academically, athletically, socially.

even when he wasn’t trying, it seemed like he was out to get you in every way.

whether it was the way he’d breeze through math equations that left you staring at the chalkboard for minutes on end— or how he managed to charm every teacher with his charming wittiness and smooth-talking nature, he just seemed… infuriatingly perfect.

but what made it worse was that he knew it.

“better luck next time, y/n,” sunghoon would say after every test you lost to him.

“don’t worry princess, you’ll get there eventually.” he’d say with a smirk.

and every single time, you would grind your teeth, roll your eyes, and ignore the smug grin on his face.

he was constantly teasing you, acting like your rivalry was all just a game.

he didn’t even take it seriously!— meanwhile, you were constantly working your hardest, pushing yourself to beat him.

but no matter how hard you tried, he was always there, effortlessly flawless. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 !

the teasing got worse during group projects, where you were often paired together due to your similar grades.

while you were focused on getting things done, sunghoon was focused on teasing you at every opportunity.

“come on, you don’t need to work so hard,” he’d say one afternoon when you were hunched over your notes in the library.

“you’re gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning. besides, you’re cute when you smile.”

you scoffed. “you’re delusional, sunghoon. maybe if you focused more on the project and less on making stupid comments, we wouldn’t be here all afternoon.”

he leaned back in his chair, flashing you that infuriating smirk.

“but tell me, where exactly is the fun in that?”

you hated how his teasing always got under your skin.

and even more than that, you hated how sometimes, when he wasn’t being his cocky self, you caught glimpses of something else.

a small, genuine smile when he thought you weren’t looking—the way his eyes seemed to soften, just for a split second, whenever you were caught up in your work.

but you told yourself it didn’t matter. he was your rival, nothing more.

until one day, everything changed.

it started on a regular afternoon—you were heading to the library to study, the dread of another upcoming test hanging over your shoulders.

you were determined this time to beat sunghoon, no matter what it took.

you had stayed up late the past few nights, reviewing your notes and going over practice problems.

there was absolutely no freaking way in hell you were going to let him win again.

as you approached the library, you spotted sunghoon sitting at a table near the back.

at first, you were ready to ignore him and focus on your work, but then you noticed he wasn’t alone.

a girl sat beside him, leaning close as they whispered and giggled together.

your footsteps faltered, something sharp making its way in your chest.

you didn’t know why, but the sight of sunghoon laughing with someone else—someone who wasn’t you—stung in a way that left you breathless.

you had never seen him like this before— his face was relaxed, open, and there was something intimate about the way they were sitting together, their heads close, completely absorbed in their conversation.

sunghoon’s usually cool and detached demeanor had melted away, replaced by something softer, something you didn’t understand.

and it hurt.

before you could stop yourself, you turned on your heel and walked away.

your chest was tight, and the rational part of your mind tried to convince you that it didn’t matter.

sunghoon was free to talk to whoever he wanted—you sure weren’t his girlfriend, and you certainly didn’t care about what he did outside of your academic rivalry.

but that didn’t stop the flood of emotions crashing through you.

the anger—jealousy—confusion, and somewhere, buried deep beneath it all, was the tiniest flicker of something else—something you refused to acknowledge.

for the next few days, you did everything you could to avoid him.

you stopped going to the library at your usual times, sat farther away from him in class, and when he tried to talk to you, you’d brush him off with a cold remark lacking your usual bicker or pretending you were too busy to listen.

if he noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you caught him glancing your way more often than usual, a frown tugging at his lips.

to distract yourself, you started hanging out with your friend wonbin more.

he was easygoing, fun to be around, and most importantly, he didn’t make your emotions spiral out of control the way sunghoon did.

you’d spend lunch together, study in the library in a different corner from where you and sunghoon would, and soon enough, he became your go-to when you wanted to take your mind off things.

but of course, sunghoon noticed.

it started with the glances—you’d be sitting with wonbin, laughing at one of his jokes, and you’d catch sunghoon watching from across the room.

his usual confidence was replaced with something darker—his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed.

it unsettled you, but you told yourself it wasn’t your problem, he had no right to be upset when he had been laughing with that girl just days ago.

then came the confrontation.

you were walking to your next class, distracted by a conversation with wonbin, when you felt a firm hand grab your wrist.

startled, you spun around to find sunghoon standing there, his expression hard.

his grip wasn’t tight, but there was something urgent in the way he held onto you, as if he couldn’t let you leave without hearing him out.

“can i talk to you?” his voice was low, but you could hear the tension brewing beneath it.

“not now, sunghoon,” you replied, trying to pull your arm free, but he didn’t let go.

“no, we need to talk. now.. please?”

wonbin gave you a concerned look, but you forced a smile and told him you’d catch up later.

as he walked away, sunghoon tugged you into a quiet, empty hallway where no one could overhear you.

“what the hell is your problem?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper but filled with frustration.

your heart pounded in your chest.

“seriously—my problem? you’re the one acting like an ass.”

“i’m acting like an ass? you’re the one ignoring me for no reason and hanging out with him all the time.” his eyes flicked toward the direction wonbin had walked off in, his jealousy evident.

“oh, so i’m not allowed to have friends now?” you shot back, your voice rising in frustration.

“why do you even care?”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “because it’s driving me crazy, okay? seeing you with him—it drives me insane. i don’t know what’s going on, but—” he ran a hand through his hair, his frustration clear.

“why are you avoiding me, y/n? did i do something wrong?”

the vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard. you weren’t used to seeing him like this—raw, open, and confused.

it made your heart ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“i saw you,” you finally admitted, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep your voice steady.

“in the library. with that girl. you were laughing with her, and i just—”

you swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. “nevermind—it doesn’t matter.”

sunghoon blinked, his confusion deepening further.

“wait, what girl?”

you glared at him. “don’t play dumb, sunghoon. the girl you were whispering with the other day.”

realization dawned on his face, and for the first time in the conversation, he looked genuinely taken aback.

“you mean… my cousin?”

your stomach dropped. “what?”

“the girl in the library. that was my cousin, y/n. she was visiting for the weekend, and i was just showing her around.” he paused, his lips twitching as if he was holding back laughter.

“wait—no way… are you jealous?”

heat rushed to your face, and you immediately looked away, mortified.

“no! of course not—are you crazy?”

but your weak protest only made him laugh softly, his earlier frustration replaced by amusement— he stepped closer, his tone gentle now.

“you are— don’t lie to me, you’re totally jealous.”

“i’m not,” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.

your cheeks burned with embarrassment. how could you have been so stupid?

sunghoon chuckled, his voice lowering as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in the softest of kisses.

the warmth of his plush and soft lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

when he pulled back, his own cheeks were dusted with pink, and he suddenly looked just as flustered as you felt.

“uh… i’ll, um, see you later,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before quickly turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing there, heart racing, utterly speechless.

what the hell are you going to do with park sunghoon?

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polar opposites? — huening kai

synopsis: you were known to be ‘cold hearted’ and never enjoyed socializing with others. your classmate, huening kai, was the complete opposite; he was more extroverted, knew almost everyone in school, and was open-minded. when your worlds collide, it’s not something you both expected. getting off on the wrong foot only caused another issue for the two of you; being seatmates would be awkward, until it wasn’t.

pairing: classmate!hyuka x gn!reader (i believe)

note: started this a few days ago and Finally finished it so enjoy!! first hyuka work on this acc taehyun will be next trust 🤞

warnings: (most likely) mentions of food, kai is an ass at the start, lmk if i missed anything else! wordcount: 2521 (LOL) words

Huening Kai, your English classmate, was an oddball. You never understood how he was able to socialize with hundreds of people and never get tired after one simple and short conversation. Unlike you, who didn’t bother to add input into the conversation, he was much more different.

You always wondered if he ever got tired of having those many friends, talking to many people, and even having to contribute to his multiple friend groups. But you also wondered if that was just you. Nobody ever approached you because of your bitter personality. It’s not like you wanted to be that way, it just so happened to come out in a less affectionate and more cold-like way.

The countless times you could’ve made a friend but avoided the chance because you didn’t want to experience all those issues and drama between friends. The thought of having a friend never really phased you in the first place, it only sounded like a lot of work. Plus, you enjoyed being alone most of the time. It was more convenient and you were able to get more things done.

Yet, Huening Kai’s abilities still made you curious as to how he’s able to put up with it all. 

Your desk was tidy and organized; your pencil case was unzipped halfway, and unused notebooks were stacked and pushed to the side, which created space for you to place your opened notebook and continue studying your notes. As mentioned before, you preferred being alone because it was more convenient. It also explained your good grades and why you were never distracted or bothered when class was in session.

You enjoyed it a lot. But there was also a certain group of boys who ruined your peacetime and quiet atmosphere. The group of boys consisted of Yang Jungwon, Kang Taehyun, Sim Jake, Park Jisung, and most importantly, Huening Kai.

It’s shocking that you knew all their names due to you never speaking to them, but every day you’d hear their names being tossed around in their conversations, and it was easy to pick up on them. Not that you were an eavesdropper, it’s just they were very loud. It was like they wanted the whole world to hear their conversations and understand every single word they said, which did happen to you. Sometimes, you wanted to tell them to stop talking so loud but other times you didn’t have the guts to do so.

“Hey. Hey! Watch it,” one of the boys exclaimed. You weren’t able to pinpoint who the voice belonged to in time before a body came crashing into your desk. You flinched at the sudden sound and appearance as you watched your pencil case and notebooks fall to the ground followed by another loud noise. 

“Hey, Hyuka! Are you good?” The footsteps of the many boys headed Huening Kai’s way. Your only worry was if your pencil case was okay or not because you didn’t have the time to go back to the stationary store to get new supplies in the first place. So, if something was broken it would definitely ruin your mood. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He rose from your desk while dusting himself off. One step down to the ground only resulted in a big crack. And that one crack made your heart sink and the boys’ eyes widen. “That wasn’t your foot, right? Ugh, I’m sorry! I didn’t think if I pushed you it would make you fall that far.” Jungwon apologized, expecting Huening Kai to burst into flames of anger but instead he patted his shoulder with a smile. 

“Don’t worry too much about it. It wasn’t my foot either! Actually, it was something else…” They all looked down as he raised his foot revealing the pencil case that sat flattened underneath it. “Yikes,” he muttered. “Oh well,” Jake said as they all began to walk away.

Did they really think that was okay? First, they bump into your desk, knocking every single thing off of it besides the notebook you wrote in, and most likely broke everything in it. You were not letting that go.

“Hey,” you called out. Huening Kai turned around to face you as the boys did the same. “Oh, is that yours? My bad, my bad,” he apologized while jogging back to the pencil case that laid on the floor. He picked it up, placed it on your desk, and walked away again. “Hello? You literally broke almost everything in my pencil case!” You exclaimed while searching through it. That was a lie. He only broke about two to four things that were still valuable to you. “Oh, that’s what that was..” Taehyun mumbled. 

“When will you guys learn to not cause a ruckus when the teachers are not here? Especially you, Huening Kai, you cause the most and allow yourself to be pushed around by those boys! You see, if you didn’t allow Jungwon to do that, you and my pencil case would’ve been fine! You’re all so annoying,” you zipped up your pencil case out of frustration, pausing mid-way.

Did you take it too far? You didn’t mean to attack him individually, all the words flew out of your mouth nonstop. Maybe you held them in for too long.

“Wai—”

“Well, if that’s what you think of me. Then I don’t bother changing it. See, I’m sorry about your pencil case and ‘disturbing your studies’ but keep in mind this is also a classroom, and we’re all students in it. You’re not a teacher, the class president, and nobody else but you have a problem with us. We never even spoke to you, ever. I don’t get why you have a so-called grudge against me but as I said before, I don’t bother changing my ‘bad’ behavior just for you.” He scoffed while looking you up and down. Gasping erupted from around the six of you as regret took over your body. “Let’s go get a snack. Clearly, somebody doesn’t want us here.” He rolled his eyes as he looked away and led the boys out of the classroom.

Yikes, that wasn’t supposed to be the outcome. 

—

Thinking back to the scene previously, it showed you weren’t good with wording your words or controlling your anger. Maybe your words came off harsh, but like said before, it was never your intention. Of course, you wanted to apologize, but another issue of yours was apologies. You were never the best at them. It only seemed like a waste of time. 

Plus, he was also in the wrong. Even if you apologized, the whole issue wouldn’t be cleared until he apologized for his mistake too.

“Hey,” Taehyun said while pointing his spoon at Huening Kai. “Don’t you feel bad for stepping on Y/n’s pencil case earlier?” He questioned, alerting the boy who sat in front of him. “Of course, I do. That still doesn’t give them the right to say all those things. I get they were frustrated but couldn’t they have been less harsh?” He said while picking at his own lunch. “I guess you have a point.” Taehyun went back to eating. 

“I can’t believe we’re starting the second term tomorrow. It’s been too fast.” Jisung said while biting his sandwich. “That means midterms are soon, oh no. I didn’t study for them.” Jisung panicked, causing the boy’s around him to laugh. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.” Huening Kai reassured. “Uh, doesn’t that also mean our seating plan will change? Mr. Oh always does this when a new term starts,” Jake said in realization. 

“It was nice sitting with you, Hyuka.” Jake placed a hand on his shoulder but Huening Kai shrugged it off. “I’m sure they won’t be that bad, right? Our whole class is friends with each other, it should be a peaceful arrangement this time.” Huening Kai smiled. “You’re right. We’re all friends thanks to you, Mr. Extrovert,” Taehyun teased as Huening Kai let out a small chuckle. 

“Let’s hope we’re together this time, Hyuka! I need answers,” Jisung whispered the last bit, earning a nudge to the leg from Huening Kai. “Pass on your own, dork.” He said as Jisung playfully rolled his eyes. 

The bell went, signaling that lunch was over. They all brought their trays to the front, discarding the leftovers, and heading to class. 

Finding out their new seatmates was pretty suspenseful.

—

New day, new term. New term, new seatings. New seatings, new problems. 

You scanned the names written on the chalkboard with your eyes that read; Jaemin and Sieun, Chaeyoung and Lia, Jisung and Taehyun, Huening Kai and Y/n, Chan and Beomg—

You paused, rereading the previous pair. 

Huening Kai and Y/n. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered. You never thought your situation could get any worse. Yeah, you were still mad at him and all but you also felt terribly sorry for the words you said to him the other day. 

You searched for the arranged desks you would sit at alongside Huening Kai for the rest of the semester. “Desk 18-19,” you said. “Seems like I’m stuck with you for the rest of this semester, great.” A voice behind you said in an annoyed tone. Huening Kai passed by you; headphones hanging from his neck, backpack slouched over one arm, and his brown strands fluffy with slight curls. 

“Not like I wanted to be your seatmate in the first place,” you mumbled, mirroring the annoyed tone he used. He rolled his eyes at your impersonation and took a seat on the right. He placed his backpack slumped on the leg of the table as you took a seat beside him. 

The gap between your arms was huge. You were both practically sitting on the edge of your chairs, trying not to touch each other as much as possible. 

“Huening Kai, Y/n… You two can move in more, you know?” Your teacher said, embarrassing both of you. “Ah, right.” You muttered in realization and waited for him to move in. All he did was stare at you instead, waiting for you to move in first. You rolled your eyes and brought your chair closer to the middle of the desk as he followed through.

“Moving on, I’m pretty sure everyone already knows each other, if not then figure that out during your free time! Today we will be starting with the basics of English.” Everyone booed at her words as you sighed, plugging in an earbud. If this was how it’ll be the whole class, blocking out sound from one ear wouldn’t be that bad. 

You searched on Spotify for your main playlist, playing ‘Salty by The Boyz’. You placed your phone down as the screen lit up from the impact. You held back a grin at the comfort of the subtle beats the current song played. The lyrics of the song silenced your teacher’s voice even at its low volume. 

Huening Kai‌ didn’t mean to be a nosy person. Your phone screen lit up, catching his attention. He forced himself to look away, not wanting to invade your privacy, but a familiar album cover caught his eye.

“Salty by The Boyz…” He whispered as you looked at him with confused eyes. “What?” You whispered back, startling him. “Huh? Oh, nothing.” He responded blatantly and looked away. 

Out of all things, he was quite weird. You swore you heard him whisper something — specifically the song you were currently listening to. Huening Kai fidgeted around with his mechanical pencil while his mind overflowed with thoughts. 

Were you also interested in The Boyz? If so, what was your favorite song? Who was your bias? Did you enjoy any other groups? 

All the questions he wanted answers to were now plastered on the piece of paper he folded. He slid the now folded piece of paper to your side of the shared seating and went back to listening to your teacher speak. You looked up from your notebook, taking a break from writing notes only to see a folded piece of paper in your way. 

“Really? We sit right beside each other, there’s no point in passing notes.” You said, coldly. Huening Kai acted as if he didn’t hear a word you said and continued writing notes on the lesson. You sighed in response while unfolding the item in your hands.

‘Hey, I saw you listening to Salty by The Boyz… I was just wondering if you were also interested in The Boyz!’ It read. Your eyes read over the question, emphasizing the word also. You were shocked that he knew who they were in the first place. 

You wrote back a quick and short response — the word yes — and slid the note back to him. A smile crept onto his face after reading the word he wanted to hear. “Who’s your bias?” He whispered as he lowered himself to your level. You looked up at the sudden voice near your ear and were met with Huening Kai’s face pretty close to yours. 

“Oh, my bad.” He said while backing away as you cleared your throat. “It’s Juyeon,” your voice came out quieter than usual as you mentally scolded yourself for being taken aback by his previous action. “Juyeon? That’s cool! Mine are Eric and Chanhee.” He smiled, causing your heart to flutter. 

You were supposed to be hating him! He broke basically everything in your pencil case. But instead, here you were bonding with him over who your favorite member in The Boyz was… Crazy way to get along.

“I know this is a little off-topic but, sorry for yesterday’s incident. I was a little frustrated, but that still wasn’t nice of me to say those mean things to you.” You apologized before the chance was too late. He stared at you blankly as regret overtook your body. 

Was it the wrong timing or did he not know what you were talking about? 

“Sorry, I didn’t expect that. For your pencil case, I genuinely thought it was lying there even before I crashed into your desk, here, I’ll buy you a new set of pens at the store next door during lunch. It won’t be much but hopefully, it repays whatever I bro–”

“Huening Kai and Y/n! Could you please stop talking during my lesson? I’ve been holding off on saying this for the past 15 minutes but now it’s really starting to irritate me.” Your teacher’s voice startled both of you as you apologized. 

“So?” He whispered more quietly this time while your teacher returned to her lesson. You held back a smile and nodded in agreement, imprinting a smile onto Huening Kai’s face. “Great,” he said while returning to his notes as you did the same. 

Maybe seating plans aren’t as bad. They can ruin relationships with others, help build new ones, or even restore a terrible first impression. Clearly, that’s what happened between you and Huening Kai. Let’s just say, you were thankful for this seat. If it meant you’d have a new friend to boast about The Boyz with, you’ll take it. 

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mischief (definitely not) managed!

pairing: enemy!heeseung x reader

summary: you stumble upon heeseung in a late night adventure through the halls of hogwarts. what follows next is completely unexpected, but maybe not unwanted.

genre: hogwarts au, e2l?, angst, fluff

warnings: making out(kinda), flirty heeseung, simping, magic stuff ig

note: i literally rushed through this fic so i could make up for the time it’s taking to write jungwon fic. besides, i’ve seen way too many heeseung edits on tt and can’t stop thinking about him. i hope you like this!

word count: 2kish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

it was a regular day. you woke up, had a basic breakfast, and went to classes where nothing special happened—just the usual tasks and lectures. the evening was ordinary too, with a simple dinner and some time spent with friends before it was curfew for all the students. nothing stood out; it was just a plain, ordinary day.

you lay in bed, staring blankly at the cream coloured ceiling above you. it had been three hours since you had laid down to sleep, but unfortunately you found no success in succumbing to it. groaning, you sat up and clutched your head due to sleep deprivation. looking around the room you noticed that all of your roommates were sound asleep. huffing in slight envy, you shuffled out of bed and poured yourself a glass of water.

gulping down the cool liquid, you looked outside the room’s window. soft streaks of moonlight cast the grounds in an ethereal glow. by the shuffling of leaves on the nearby trees you could tell that it was breezy as well. maybe you should go out for a little bit? it will definitely be relaxing.

you knew it wasn’t allowed but you were too exhausted to care. if you didn’t manage to get at least five hours of sleep, you wouldn’t be able to function the next day. making up your mind, you slid on your slippers, grabbed your wand and silently opened the door to your room and slipped out. 

you were just leaving your dorm’s entrance when something swished past you with remarkable speed. your eyes widened as you stopped in your tracks and looked around. there was no one in the dimly lit corridor except for you. frowning, you resumed your walk towards the open grounds. a few moments later, a loud whooshing sound on your right made you look there questioningly. slowly, you took baby steps in that direction, your eyes widened when you heard a low growl. 

curiosity took over you as you wondered what was happening. determined, you quietly walked into the direction where the sound was coming from. you were just about to peek into a classroom, when you were suddenly pulled behind the wall next to it. your back hit a sturdy chest and you were just about to scream before a warm hand covered your mouth.

a voice rasped softly into your ear, their warm breath hitting your nape “what are you doing here?”

you could recognise that voice from a mile away. it was none other than lee heeseung, the bane of your existence. your biggest rival. the handsome boy was always around you, never giving you a second to breathe peacefully, always annoying you and making fun of you. of course, you always quipped right back at him, never letting him win. it definitely is very hard to get him off of your back, because he was here with you also, the time where he was supposed to be sleeping in his dorm.

you were slowly becoming aware of the arm wrapped tightly around your waist. cheeks heating up at the proximity, you whacked his arm and pushed him away from yourself. 

“that’s none of your business lee”, you hissed.

unimpressed, he just raised an eyebrow at you. looking you up and down, he smirked.

“nice outfit.”

you mentally groaned as you realised you were still in your nightwear which consisted of an old baggy t-shirt and shorts. you frowned when you noticed that heeseung was in his school robes. stupid heeseung, he always has to be the best at everything doesn’t he.

ignoring his comment, you whispered in a frustrated tone, “what are you doing here? it’s not like you’re supposed to be here either”. 

“the same thing you are here for.”

a serious expression took over your face as you stepped closer to him. “you heard those noises too?”

he nodded and looked at the wall beside him as if he could see what was going on in the classroom behind it. 

you only shook your head at him and turned away, ready to walk out, “well, i don’t know why you pulled me here, but i’m going to check out what’s happening in there.”

before you could move, he grabbed your arm once again.

“are you mental? you can’t just walk in there!”

you frowned at his foolishness, “i’m not going to walk in there genius.” you pressed your lips, “i’m going to secretly watch them.”

shaking his hand off your arm, you went to do exactly what you had just said. situating yourself right next to the doorway of the classroom, you listened for the voices. it seemed like they were facing the other way, making your hideout spot perfect to not be seen.

once you felt it safe, you slightly peeked through the crack of the door. it was very dark but you vaguely made out two silhouettes standing at the corner of the class. suddenly, a shadow loomed over you and you rolled your eyes in annoyance as you realised the taller boy had followed you and was now doing what you were.

a few minutes passed as you watched what the two shadowy figures did inside the room. they were muttering some sort of a spell which created a small glowing ball of red light that hovered in the air before them. it made weird gurgling noises and let out occasional growls. it was quite creepy to be honest.

“whoa, that’s definitely illegal”, heeseung mumbled from above you.

you remained silent, trying to figure out what they were trying to do. you vaguely remember reading something about a spell which created that glowy thing. you were lost in your thoughts, when suddenly the ball burst and expanded into a red glow across the room. 

in shock, heeseung clutched onto your arm and dug his nails into it. you groaned and whipped your head to your side to look up at him.

“can you stop being such a weakling.”

“i just got startled okay!” he frowned, “why are you being so grumpy today?”

“that’s because you’re everywhere i go!” you snapped meanly, “i wanted to do this by myself, but no, you just had to be here as well.”

a moment of silence passed between you two, you growing uncomfortable by the second at the way heeseung was looking at you. there’s no way he felt hurt by your words right? you both do this all the time.

before you could say or do anything, he narrowed his eyes at you and spoke in a low tone, “fine then, i’ll get out of your business.”

he was turning around to walk away, but he tripped over your foot because of the way he was positioned behind you. he fell on the smooth marble floor with a loud thud, making you gasp and drop your wand at the sudden sound. 

you both looked at each other in fear as you heard sounds of shuffling come from the classroom behind you. they had  heard the commotion.

you quickly grabbed your wand and extended a hand out towards heeseung, “we have to hide, now!”

immediately, he grabbed your hand and pulled you behind the same wall as he had done earlier. your eyes widened in fear at his actions.

“this is not a good place you dimwit-”

“trust me”, he whispered to you, “we don’t have enough time to-”

just as the sound of the classroom door being opened was heard, heeseung pinned you to the wall and smashed his lips against yours. your eyes momentarily widened before you realised what he was doing. playing along, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

his lips moved against yours furiously and in a rushed manner as he seemed to take out all the pent up frustration on you. you kissed him back with similar intensity, your legs feeling like jelly when he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you, making you both impossibly closer. this was just supposed to be pretence, why is he literally making out with you?

suddenly, a voice whispered ‘lumos’ right next to you both, making you pull apart from each other in a haste. you gasped for breath as you looked at heeseung’s appearance; his blonde hair was sticking out in every direction (he looked really cute), his lips were shiny and swollen, cheeks flushed a deep colour of cherry. you were sure you looked something similar, making your cheeks heat up even more.

“what are you both doing here!”, the person next to you angrily spoke out.

you turned to look at the culprit who was none other than your professor for defence against the dark arts. you weren’t very surprised, he always gave off weird and evil vibes. he was definitely doing something shady.

neither of you said a word, waiting for him to make the next move.

the professor walked closer to you both and snarled, “you’re committing acts of public display of affection, during curfew that too!”

heeseung smiled at him sweetly as he said the next words, “but sir there’s no public here is there?”

you could literally see smoke coming out of the professor’s ears as his breathing grew heavy. you elbowed heeseung in the ribs and glared at him in warning but he just grinned back at you playfully. you sighed and turned back towards the man in front of you.

“we’re extremely sorry professor, this won’t happen aga-”

“back to your dorms, both of you” he yelled, interrupting you, “and fifty points from both of your houses!”

you grabbed heeseung’s hand and immediately scurried off, no longer wanting to stand in the presence of the angry professor. while on your run away from him, you almost stopped at the sight of a silhouette of a boy covered in school robes in one of the corridors. you frowned at that. that must be the second person from the room. 

slowing down to a stop once you got far enough, you tried removing your hand from his, but he didn’t let you and tightened his grasp instead. you looked up at him in question to see his doe eyes staring back at you in worry.

“are you okay love?”

you were sure you were going to combust on the spot from the endearing nickname he used for you. since when did that start?

“i’m fine”, you cleared your throat and looked anywhere but his eyes, your eyes unwantedly dropping down to his lips that were still a deep shade of pink from making out the kiss.

you immediately looked away, but it was too late. he had already noticed that. he smirked and walked towards you, making you back up till your back hit the wall behind you. he put up an arm beside your head and leaned down till he was towering over you only by a little. 

“you’re a good kisser, you know that?”

you gulped in nervousness as you stared back up at him. the close proximity was really not helping you hide it. he lowly chuckled at the change in your behaviour from your usual confident attitude. the low tone of his voice reached your ears, making your stomach do flips. in a feeble attempt to hide your attraction, you looked to your left where his arm was caging you in and almost drooled at the sight of veins bulging out from it. why is lee heeseung so unbelievably hot?

your eyes widened at his next words as he continued from the compliment.

“wanna do it again?”

pairing: best friend!jungwon x gn!reader

genre: f2l

word count: 1.2k

warnings: teasing, suggestive

“You’re okay, right? You’re not hurt right?’’

You turn to face the dark haired boy, ignoring the way your heart flutters at his concerned expression. Furrowed brows, a slightly worried pout on his lips that looked so kissable -

You rip your gaze away from his lips, staring into his eyes that you could have sworn lit up slightly.

Fuck, did he notice that?

You brush your hands on your skirt as you stand up, purposely avoiding the hand he had given out for you to hold. You can’t touch him, your face would make your little situation painfully obvious. Broadcasting to the entire world the feelings you're harbouring for the said boy.

“How long dude” you ask, ignoring the way his eyes had flickered with something resembling pain.

“Just under 5 minutes” and you smile, already thinking of what to get for the lunch he has to buy you.

He slyly pushes his hands into his pocket as if they were the intended destination. A smirk places itself on his lips as he sighs “I told you not to run so fast, why do you choose to never listen to me?”

You roll your eyes in response “As if I’d slow down, what? So you could beat me?”. You drag your palms across your knees, pushing off any stubborn dirt that hadn’t yet fallen off. Feeling a finger slip beneath your chin and pushing your head up, you’re met with Jungwon’s eyes again.

“What?” you mumble, too mesmerised by the way the sun had decided to catch his hair. The blue-ish tint peaking through from when you both had dyed each other's hair last week. It was a pain not to become an absolute mess every time his hands had combed through your hair. A smooth chuckle slips out of his lips as you internally groan.

Why does everything he does have to be insanely attractive?

“If you’re so broke you’d rather hurt yourself then pay for my lunch again, why didn’t you say so?”. His words seemed comforting, but you knew Jungwon well enough to recognise the underlying teasing to his tone.

You playfully slap his hand away as you stand back, crossing your arms to give you some time to cool down. “I’m not broke you loser, I just hate losing. There’s a difference.”

“If you hate losing, why did you trip on purpose then?”

You stop your jaw from dropping at the statement. The cool breeze slows to a stop. The previously warm sun becomes too overbearing. Your hands itch to fiddle with the hem of your shirt but you don’t, not wanting to put this flustered state of yours on a megaphone.

You tilt your head to the side, feigning confusion “What do you mean? Why would I trip on purpose?”. Forcing a chuckle out of your lips, praying he doesn’t catch on to how incredibly manufactured it had sounded like.

“Ahaha.” His eye’s bore into yours as he mocked the laugh with a higher pitch than his usual.

Screw him for being so observant.

He walks forward, closing the gap between you, forcing you to look up at him as he pushes a hand through his hair. “I was literally behind you, the way your foot caught on to the other was so unnatural Y/N.”

You take a step back again as you push a hand to his chest “Dude.” You look to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze as you suddenly feel too hot.

“I just suck at running.”

“You’re literally the best on the track team.”

A beat of silence follows, you could've sworn even the birds were mourning the slight part of you that had died at that sentence.

He catches your wrist, as he pulls you closer as you examine his weirdly irritated expression “Why are you so goddamn stubborn Y/N.”

Your eyes flicker between his own as you try to understand his statement. What did he want you to say? Did he know you already liked-

“What do you want me to say? Oh Won ~ I fell over on purpose so you could win because I just love seeing how happy you are when I buy you boba ~ I’m just so ridiculously in love with you “, you place your hand on your forehead, as if you were helplessly in love with the boy.

You were, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know,” He mumbles as you look back at him. “If you had just admitted your feelings like 3 minutes ago like a normal person, we could’ve been kissing right now.”

Now your jaw actually drops, a hand slapping against your mouth in shock. You push yourself out of his grip as you use both hands to fan your heated face. There’s no way, how long did he-

“How long have you known?” , a hint of laughter seeping into your tone at your situation. Of course he figured it out, he’s the smartest guy you know and-

“Uhm, I didn’t.” He sheepishly rubs the side of his jaw, his eyes flickering between your lips to your stunned eyes as if considering something. “But you just admitted it.. So I guess now?”

An exasperated gasp rips out of your chest as you fight to contain the smile threatening to spill across your lips. Pushing his chest, you glare at him indignantly “You sneaky conniving little-”.

Your cursing is cut short as his arm slips around your waist, tugging you towards him engulfing you into a hug. Any small resentment you had felt for the boy for the thing he’d orchestrated melts away as you find yourself hugging back.

He pulls back to scan your rattled expression “Would you like to continue the sentence or can we skip to the make out session?”

Forcing yourself to regain composure, you playfully roll your eyes. Your hand making its way to his tie, tugging him forward as you smile “I say,” you purposely take long, wanting to torture him with the wait.

“Skip.”

His lips crash into yours, a smile swallowed by the kiss as your arms fall into place around his neck. His hands find their way around your waist, as you tilt your head more. You hum as his thumb moves in circles, easing the feeling of electricity flowing through you.

After several moments, you both part for air. Breaths intermingling as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and he mumbles “How long?”. He didn't even need to finish the sentence, feeling yourself burn at his intense focus.

“For about three years.”

“Oh.. so you must really like losing then seeing as I’ve got you beat there as well.”. Your brow cocks up at the insinuation.

“How long?” you question, disbelief filling your chest. The smile you get in response is enough of an answer, suddenly feeling stupid for the many years you were supposedly aimlessly pining after someone you had thought to have no interest in you.

“Again , just under 5.”

a/n: 2/2 ult bias line complete lmfao , am i supposed to make a taglist or ?

send an ask to be a part of my perm taglist <3 AHAHAH i sound so professional

sillage — yjw

sillage: (n.) the trace of someones perfume.

SYPNOSIS: yang jungwon knows youre pretty. hes always thought you were pretty. just how long can he manage to keep that to himself? OR the five times you catch yourself lingering on jungwon.

PAIRING: black cat!jungwon x golden retriever! reader [gn but a bit fem implied i think]

WC: 1.2k

GENRE: fluff!!! friends to lovers. sort of clumsy reader and jungwon who always takes care of them.

WARNINGS: none i think oh em jees

NOTE: happy birthday wonnie 💗💗💗💗💗 thank you for being such a wonderful leader and being with enha ☹️ pls take care of urself ilysm ☹️❤️❤️❤️ i hope u guys like this fic huhu 😅😋 do reblog!!

jungwon knew you were pretty.

he had always thought you were pretty, ever since the first time he met you, which was at jay’s house party. 

your hair under your baseball cap and pretty lashes peeking out, he knew he was in trouble. He wondered if hed ever be able to tell you how pretty you were.

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─── 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 7.1k | content: fluff, making out, college!au, mentions of insecurity, only very brief angst !!, alcohol, slight jealousy

notes: this was supposed to be lengthier and in smau format but i suck at that so here it is in fic format :’) i know i know, i write sae way too much </3

summary: you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.

HIGH SCHOOL: 2ND YEAR

itoshi sae knows you like him.

you’re really obvious it’s pathetic, really. once during recess, he’d wanted to go back to the classroom to get some shut eye because soccer was way too draining lately, and guess who he saw slipping a little love note into his locker?

of course you. you and your little pink heart-shaped post-it that read i think you’re cute and i really really like you. because it was valentines and you were one of the many to send him little scribbles of confessions.

even now, when you sit just a couple of rows in front of him, he catches you looking behind at him, and sae purposely doesn’t look at you, doesn’t let you know he knows you’re staring. he’s not really sure why. maybe he feels bad if he exposes you or something.

throughout the rest of your sophomore year in high school, he continues to observe as you so subtly (not really) try to be friends with him. you always try to get picked to be in the same group as him for projects (which never works out), you try to sit next to him in lecture halls (but his friends cockblock you always), and during phys ed classes you try so hard with soccer but you’re really quite bad at it.

maybe it’s sae not being able to continue observing your failures that he throws you a bone.

“you need to bend your knees a little more.”

frozen stiff from the unexpected company, you awkwardly try to bend your knees further, all while staring at the ground. if sae was nice, he’d laugh and joke around with you, asking why you seemed so scared of him. but he’s not, so he only sighs and stands beside you while you try.

after a few more seconds, sae understands you don’t really understand so he moves to push down on your thigh, and by then you really freeze up, falling flat on your ass in front of him.

sae wants to laugh now, really, because it’s amusing how nervous you are. for no good reason too.

the next time sae talks to you, it’s during lunch time when he queues up behind you. on purpose. he doesn’t even usually eat from this stall, but seeing you there makes him want to mess with you a little. he purposely stands a little too close, makes himself prone to an accidental bump.

which does happen. because you’re just like that.

“oh, sor—” you stop midway as if realising it’s sae immediately dissolves you of any obliged apologies. “sorry,” you force out before whipping your attention back in front. the both of you don’t talk in that moment and sae can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

but sae continues to help you during phys ed classes, and you still try to get assigned to be his group mate. nothing groundbreaking happens during sophomore year of high school because nothing is born out of it.

nothing, except maybe a tiny bit of sae’s inexplicable emotions for you.

HIGH SCHOOL: SENIOR YEAR

sae thinks maybe you went to a shrine over the holidays. how else would he explain you finally getting partnered with him on a project? and to top it off, it’s a two-person team for the entire year.

you get him all to yourself.

the moment the teacher calls your name after his, it’s like sae can practically see your tail wagging. you manage to compose yourself when you catch him staring at you though.

it’s a little cute, if he’s being honest.

“so, what do you think our project should be about?” your voice wavers a little when you speak to him. is he that intimidating?

sae wonders what if he tries to be a dick during this project. would you be obedient or would you actually bite back?

he tries to find out.

sae shrugs and acts disinterested, staring out the window of the second floor of the library where you’d both agreed to meet to work on it together. “don’t know, don’t care, think you could handle it for us? i’ve got too many soccer trainings, too tired.”

for a split second, you’re taken aback—he sees you sitting upright a little more, blinking twice at him because surely that’s not what you imagined your crush to behave like. not when he has straight As and is almost the top of your cohort.

and for a while, sae thinks you might actually be the former; obediently listening to him, making sure he’s happy. but then you furrow your brows and clench your fists and go “itoshi sae, who do you think you are” and oh, oh, you’re not the former, you’re the latter and you’d actually kill him if he was a dick. fuck.

somehow his hands instinctively come up in surrender and his mouth opens, “i was just kidding.”

it’s almost comical how your expression softens up immediately and you laugh, and sae keeps staring at you because you actually have a really nice smile. he never really noticed it before. and when the two of you actually get started on the project, sae finds himself observing you more than actually contributing.

yeah, you’re really quite pretty.

“any plans for the summer?”

it’s now almost july and summer break is around the corner, and to be honest sae’s kind of bummed about it. it’s beyond him why not seeing you would make him disappointed, but he’s not going to try and pursue the reason. he has his training camps to worry about.

“soccer. you?”

“mmm, a short trip with my parents.”

usually sae would leave it at that, but he asks about you, and he sees that tail wagging again. “where?”

“just gonna go to hokkaido,” you tell him. and you look like you’re anticipating him to ask more, but sae’s stuck. he doesn’t really know what to ask. he’s not exactly curious as to what you’d be doing there.

so you take matters into your own hand when you swiftly grab his phone from the table, key in your number and call yourself from his phone before putting it right back. sae watches you the whole time, wondering when exactly you’d gotten this bold.

“there, now you can’t escape me even over summer break.”

and he doesn’t. because you text him about your trip when you’re there, you send him pictures of the scenery and of the food you’re eating and you’re really inconsiderate because you send him that shit when he’s stuck in soccer bootcamp with twenty-four sweaty guys who’s none the better than him.

sae can end it by all means, just by not responding to you, but for the first time, talking to someone isn’t really a pain, and he thinks you’re kind of funny and the stickers you send are kind of cute so he’ll let this continue. even if by continue he means sending mediocre, lacklustre responses that just barely manages to keep the conversation going.

(in sae’s mind at eighteen, sending replies like okay and i see are considered acceptable and subjectively considered effort.)

when summer break finally ends and it’s early september, sae finally sees you again while he walks to school. he walks a little faster just to catch up to you before he adjusts his pace, acts like it’s coincidence that he’s right beside you.

and somehow he’s made it a routine; to memorise what bus you get off of and catch you on the way to school. even if he sees you in classes and even after classes in the library.

you’re acting a little less like he’s on a podium and more like normal friends and he kind of likes that. he likes being able to see you unfiltered when you gossip, likes seeing you laugh at stupid lame jokes, likes the way you hang close to him whenever you’re beside him.

okay maybe like is a little stretching it, he doesn’t mind being able to tolerate it. or maybe he’s just in denial, whatever.

winter comes and it’s somehow the time when more girls try to talk to him, mainly because somehow the school decides to hold a winter event this year; it’s going to be held near the edge of the city, where the biggest skating rink is.

by his guess, most girls are looking for a guy to have a skating date with.

in the library during your usual meetup for the school project, sae gets more than a couple visitors trying to get him for that same reason. you eye everyone that approaches the table, and sae can’t help but notice how he actually likes when you’re pouty. maybe it’s his twisted thinking that jealousy means you’re still into him.

“itoshi-kun, i was thinking whether you wanted to go to the winter event together?” another girl from your class, mizuno, asks him, and sae is tired of it, frankly. but he doesn’t show it. he only looks at you, and you look back at him because he doesn’t usually stare for this long.

then, he looks at mizuno and rejects her.

“sorry, can’t, i’m going with y/n.”

(you get home that day being completely flustered and completely happy.)

on the day of the event, sae keeps his word. he goes with you, sticks beside you the entire time. his friends snap pictures of the two of you and you always look so embarrassed. maybe you’re just not used to all of this attention. but that’s fine, it’s cute.

one thing he learns about you is that you can be real clumsy sometimes. like now, when you get so excited over your watermelon slushie that you somehow spill it all over your jacket and clothes.

sae ends up giving you his puffy winter jacket while he braves the cold with whatever he has left. that’s fine, he’s strong. besides, getting to watch you wear his jacket the entire time feels like a bonus somehow.

he thinks by now you should confess already, but you don’t. you’re happy to stay in this bubble with him right now, whichever phase the two of you are at. so is he. it feels kind of nice.

feels especially nice when you hang onto him for dear life in the skating rink even though neither of you are moving. sae’s aware that people are staring holes into both of you but it’s strange how much he doesn’t mind when it’s with you. that’s why he holds his hands out, lets you take them, makes himself pull you along. he finds himself wishing neither of you were wearing gloves so he could feel how soft your hands are.

by the end of the day, everyone takes it that the both of you are together, even though the both of you are too avoidant to talk about it.

“hey, sae? thanks for today,” you say later that night when everything is done and you’d had the giddiest experience with sae. he’s walking you home and he doesn’t even know why; it’s a mystery to him why he keeps himself close whenever he can.

“it’s fine, i was the one who told people i was going with you, so.”

when he gets you to your front porch, you don’t go in immediately, standing right there with your back facing him, and sae wonders what’s going through your head. if only he could see the expression on your face right now, maybe he’d know.

you let him; because you turn around, giving him a big smile before you take a step forward and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, immediately turning on your heel and running into your house.

neither of you say bye, both of you are just a little too stunned to speak. sae stands out there in the cold for a little while longer, his face and ears red—he’s not even sure whether it’s from the weather or from you—but even when he starts to leave, you’re still slumped at your front door, covering your face in embarrassment, knees too weak to stand up.

there’s only one more quarter left until you graduate and sae and you both act like nothing happened that day. you still gossip unfiltered and he still listens but acts like he doesn’t.

except now instead of sitting across from you, he opts to sit directly beside you. sometimes sits a little too close just so your arms will brush against each other. sae also lets you keep his puffy jacket because you said you liked it.

you wear it throughout winter.

when graduation comes around and it’s time for sae to choose his university, he can’t help but take a peek at your screen. a smile comes to his face when he sees your first choice is the same as his. you’re smart too, he doesn’t doubt you’ll get in.

“itoshi sae, you can smile?”

sae immediately turns it into a frown. “guess not.”

you take your words back. “hey, i’m just kidding! it’s just rare… that’s all.”

so you notice him a lot then?

sure, you might not have seen him smile a lot. but that’s fine. from what sae knows, you have the entirety of your university years to possibly catch it.

UNIVERSITY: FRESHMAN YEAR

of course you enter the same university as itoshi sae. it’s not on purpose, but you’re glad you both made it here anyway.

at least knowing one friendly face is better than none.

to be honest, you’re not really sure where you and sae stand. he’s never said anything about that kiss, but he also doesn’t stay away from you. can you take that as a positive thing?

if anything, he’s even closer.

somehow, his dorms and yours are practically next door. when you open your bathroom window, you can look right into his. it happened once, by accident, and you’d caught him, shirtless with just a white towel hanging around his neck, hair damp as he brushes his teeth, the droplets of water on his abs looking very inviting.

but then he caught you staring and you’ve shut your bathroom window ever since. thankfully, he never mentions it.

being in university and staying in campus meant that you were both hanging out much more informally. and you’d think that two people at the age of nineteen who’d known each other for three years would be less awkward than this but it’s you and sae and somehow there’s always an element of awkwardness.

it’s halfway into your freshman year and you’d just watched the first match that sae’s playing for the university team. you’re a little starstruck, honestly. to think that the guy you’ve always had a crush on is this good at soccer.

he’s amazing. you’re feeling like a potato sack.

“hey, you know him right?” hime gushes.

your friends are with you, so it’s natural they ask.

mira on your left sighs, “guess we have no shot with him since he’s with y/n all the time,” she says, nudging you in the elbow.

you’re starting to regret bringing them here with all the teasing. you’re also regretting coming here yourself because you see several girls running to him asking for a picture together. some of which you recognise, some of which are the popular girls.

sae doesn’t stop them from snapping what they can, but he also doesn’t stop for them at all. instead, he saunters over to you, hime and mira wordlessly disappearing to the side.

“gimme that,” sae says, gesturing to the phone in your hand. you obey, of course, and he smirks, then he snaps a selfie with you before tossing your phone back and walking off.

the pairs of eyes on you make you half-embarrassed yet half-proud. even with this many fangirls, sae chooses to come to you.

that night sae asks you to send him the picture.

yeah, maybe you can take that as a positive thing.

freshman year after that is generally uneventful. you and sae are both trying to find your footing, with him preoccupied mostly with soccer trainings while you’re drowning in assignments and projects that have nothing to do with him.

but you still see him in the mornings sometimes, when you walk past your common room and he’s in his, and you wave at him when he’s alone so you’re not so shy, and he nods in acknowledgement before he just walks away.

one night while you’re burning the midnight oil trying to cram some accounting knowledge into your brain, you get a text from sae.

wanna get supper?

both of you end up at one of the supper spots outside of school, a little cosy shop that sells boba and ramen even after midnight.

“why’d you wanna get supper?”

sae shrugs, taking a sip of his plain water. “just bored, couldn’t sleep.”

“isn’t this soccer season? you can’t even eat anything in here, it’s definitely not passable for your diet.”

he sighs, leaning back against his chair. “so? quit whining and start eating your shit already.”

if it was some other guy you’d be rolling your eyes and storming off. but it’s sae and you know him and he thinks he’s talking normally like this. besides, when you catch his eyes flicker up to lock with yours you get a little dizzy inside.

“what’re you up so late for anyway?”

sae’s fingers are drumming lightly against the surface of the metal table, teal eyes diligently observing as you bring the strands of noodle to your lips. “told you, i couldn’t sleep.”

you find that strange; he’s always been able to sleep, no problem. and he’s strict about his eight hour sleep schedule. what could be getting to the great itoshi sae?

(sae’s lying through his teeth; having his bedroom right across from yours means he can see when your lights aren’t out. sue him for being a little concerned.)

“so, heard you and the team are going on a soccer trip somewhere in europe,” you bring up. you’d heard it from your friends, strangely, instead of sae himself.

he nods. “yeah, just a select few,” he tells you, “only if we win the tournament though, then the team’ll officially invite us over.”

so-called team you heard about is real madrid, and you’d be crazy to think that sae couldn’t help your university team win on his own.

“guess i won’t be seeing you around when you go,” you mumble idly, not completely aware of what you’re basically saying.

sae is adept at reading in between the lines, but he doesn’t probe you on it. he’s not sure he wants to. he doesn’t know what this is. do you still like him? does he like you too? all these feelings are new; sae doesn’t know what to do with it.

so he keeps it to himself. for now.

he doesn’t really do a good job at following through with it though, because on the day of the tournament finals, he looks at you and winks right as he orchestrates that winning goal for his team, and you’re left wondering if you’re imagining things.

UNIVERSITY: SOPHOMORE YEAR

the final part of your freshman year went and gone, and it didn’t go exactly how you imagined it to be. you didn’t expect to hear from sae at all when he went on his trip after that tournament.

but you did.

he replied you whenever he had the time. told you anything you asked for. even called you when you had a mini meltdown because of finals.

to be frank, you don’t know what the both of you are anymore. you’re cursing yourself for being too scared to ask.

“hey y/n, have you seen hime anywhere?”

it’s oliver asking, captain of the university’s soccer team and also hime’s current situationship. he’d started hitting her up since that first time sae played and brought attention to you and the people around you.

“yeah, she’s by the pool with mira.”

oliver leaves as soon as you tell him, and you stand awkwardly at the corner of the living room, by the full panel of glass windows, wondering if you should just go home. you’d only came because hime and mira both said you needed to experience a party at least once this year but now you’re surrounded by people making out and drunkards slipping into the pool that it makes you regret giving this a shot at all.

especially since sae’s not going to be back till tomorrow, garnering as much interest as he did during his time in spain. you really have no reason to be here.

“hey there, pretty.”

startled, you find a familiar face up close in your personal space, his finger twirling your hair. you’d recognise that head of blonde and pink anywhere.

“oh, you’re ryusei shido right? you’re on the soccer team with sae,” you think out loud, and he nods, and you can see his blonde lashes so closely it’s making you flustered.

“mhm, fwhat’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a corner? seems like a shame,” he comments, though he doesn’t even give you a chance to answer. the next thing you know, shido drags you into a drinking game with hime and mira (which is why your first instinct wasn’t to run off, if you could trust anyone it’s your best friends). although, shido is getting annoyingly close and you can’t decide if you’re nervous or annoyed.

and the heavens surely love you when they let shido draw the card that corresponds to a dare, and they love testing your boundaries when some guy called otoya dares him to kiss you.

but no, you know that the heavens really do love you when someone yanks shido’s hair back and pulls him away from your face, taking his spot in between the both of you in the bid for proximity that you don’t mind because it’s itoshi sae.

“sae, what’re you doing here? i thought you wouldn’t be back till tomorrow,” you ask, a little shell-shocked but you still notice he’s discerning frown and how there’s barely any space between the two of you.

he looks at you, tilting his head, “what? my girl’s not happy to see me here?”

you don’t respond. half because you think you’re dreaming and fuck—really, did he just call you his girl?

“eh? i don’t recall you having a girlfriend?” shido leers, a hand on the spot of his head where sae had pulled on earlier.

“yeah, besides, shido still has to do the dare.” otoya sounds bored more than anything, but the guy beside him, karasu, if you remember correctly, is smirking.

sae sighs, and you feel like you must’ve crossed the boundary to another dimension when you feel sae’s lips on yours, and you think you’re in limbo when you feel his hand on your neck, pulling you close. his tongue pries your lips apart and people are whistling while shido’s behind him saying get a fucking room or i’ll beat off to this.

when the object of your affection finally pulls away, you’re met with the same pair of unbothered teal eyes, the pair that immediately turns to face otoya. “there, did it for him. now move on.”

you’re beginning to thank alcohol for its existence when almost everyone obeys wordlessly, moving on to some other guy’s turn. you really can’t remember who sits on shido’s right when all you can think of is that itoshi sae, your longtime high school crush, actually kissed you.

that’s enough to warrant the question, right? the question of what sae takes you for?

the inner debate sparks long into the night, even when sae walks you back to your apartment, the both of you side by side in silence.

“sae, what was that?”

he plays coy. “what was what?”

you’re only a little tipsy, so you can still tolerate his avoidance. “you confuse me a lot, you know that?”

sae doesn’t take the bait. “oh, i see.”

“you were jealous.” he was. he really was. you can tell; he was sour to shido the entire night. he stuck close to you too, sometimes your fingers brushed against each other’s.

“so what if i was?”

this one is new. sae’s actually admitting it. and usually you’d chicken out but you can see your apartment coming into view and you don’t want to let this go.

“what am i to you, sae?” you manage to choke it out a few feet away from the door, and sae stops in his tracks, hands in his pocket and teal eyes looking heavenward.

you’re beginning to regret your decision to ask; you’re not sure if his indecision is a good or bad thing. nothing seems to be simple when it comes to itoshi sae.

but he does nothing to appease your confusion when he steps in front of you, his body pressed flush against yours as he presses another kiss to your lips, and you think this one is special because it’s not done in the name of a dare or in front of anyone else. this kiss is for you and you alone and sae is doing this on purpose.

when he pulls back, you see him furrow his brows and you can tell that maybe he’s just as confused as you are.

“when i managed to get an earlier slot for my flight, all i could think about was how excited i was to see you.”

is this… a confession? you’re even more confused now that you don’t even know what to say.

to be honest, so is sae, which is why he swallows the lump in his throat and relegates to his apartment, “goodnight.”

things after that change just a little.

you’d decided to go with the flow, just because you really don’t want to sabotage whatever friendship you and sae had left, although most of the time, sae is the one toeing the line. even though he doesn’t outright tell you anything regarding his feelings.

but you think you figured him out.

sae asks you out whenever you’re both free, and not for shit like studying or errands, but for movies and dinner and he drives you around in his car and looks at you like you’re the only girl he sees. his eyes don’t wander when he’s with you, and he lets you wear even more of his jackets. it’s also evolved to his jerseys and his beloved windbreakers. you have one of each in your own closet and he never seems to ask for them back anymore. he also lets you wear his rings, puts them on your fingers randomly.

both of you still go for parties, especially when it’s one of the soccer guys who are throwing it, because they practically force sae to go and they know you’re the key to convincing him.

most of the time the two of you just laze on the couch, drinking and talking about nothing at all, and he idly plays with your fingers when he’s tipsy, something you never tell him because you like it, because you don’t want him to feel self-conscious and stop. he also smells your hair after he sends you home and hugs you before he retreats to his place, and you wonder if he’s fully sober when he does that.

you resign to getting your answer some other time, because you don’t want anything to ruin this, if this is just an illusion. yeah, you’d talking feelings some other time.

UNIVERSITY: JUNIOR YEAR

you really had no right to be, but you are. try as you might, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the way you do. especially not when she’s sitting so so close to him, when her hand brushes his fingers.

she’s just his project partner, nothing more, but something irks you about the way she can get so close to him so quickly when it took you much longer. but then you hear from shido that kaori is rin and sae’s childhood friend, so maybe that’s why they’re so damn close.

apparently, she’d gotten back to japan after ten years abroad. with great timing too, right when you thought you and sae could amount to something.

“you know, i could help you make him jealous if you wanna,” shido whispers in your ear one time when he catches you staring at them. “we’ll make him feel how you feel, m’kay?”

and while that’s tempting, you shake your head. it’s unreasonable for you to take it out on him that way, not when he hasn’t actually done anything that proves he’s just leading you on.

lately sae’s been so busy around kaori that you’re just thinking too much. you’re wondering if he’s slowly replacing you. he still talks to you over text, but you barely hang out like you did before. you still spot him through the windows, but he’s always too tired to notice you. even his texts are getting slower.

“hey, you okay?”

trust it to hime to notice your personal dilemma. you’re not really surprised though, because she’s been watching you moping for the last few weeks. she now has oliver wrapped fully around her finger, with him sticking around her all the time, which is a surprise considering his reputation.

but hime will take your side, you know this, and maybe that’s why you play it off. you don’t want her to hate sae because of a momentary feeling, so you tell her you’re just sick and you’ll go back home.

the moment you get back to your apartment, you see sae waiting out on the front, car ready while he leans against the hood, waiting.

and you might’ve asked if he was waiting for kaori, but then he looks up and sees you and smirks and that’s all you need to know that he’s not. he was waiting for you, and now he’s opening the passenger side door and telling you to “get in, stupid.”

that’s how sae is with you, impromptu and surprisingly sweet. he drives you to the pier, a cute spot right next to an amusement park where he’d gotten you some candy floss before the both of you just sits on the hood of his car, enjoying the scenery.

“why’d you suddenly bring me here?”

sae lies down, the sun hitting his face in all the right places. he’s gorgeous, you realise for what seems like the thousandth time since you’d known him.

“oliver told me you’d been a little mopey lately,” sae says, and you’re already embarrassed. “sorry if i’ve been busy lately.”

you mirror his position, lying down next to him, and it feels oddly nice like this. you’re not sure if it’s the situation or the person.

“it’s okay, i heard that kaori’s your old friend right? you guys must have a lot to catch up on.” it doesn’t stop you from feeling jealous, but it’ll pass. you hope.

sae chuckles before he turns to you, and you turn to face him too, “you’re jealous.” he smirks, and you’re reminded of the same thing you told him that first night he kissed you.

“shut up, sae.”

he laughs because you’re being pouty, and because maybe it feels a little nice to know you can feel it too. just then, he mirrors what you did way back in high school, reaching across you for your phone. except he doesn’t key in anything—he opens up your camera and takes a picture of the two of you like this, sae looking naturally handsome and better than you because you’re stunned he’s doing this, eyes wide and expression puzzled.

“what’s that for?”

sae’s still fiddling on your phone as you ask, and then he passes it back to you. he’d set it as your phone’s wallpaper.

“to remind you that you’re the one i like, idiot.”

and even though you and sae aren’t physically too close in the wallpaper, you think maybe it’s enough to tide your feelings through for now. he doesn’t ask you for anything else after that, just leaves his confession at that and sends you home before saying he has to finish up his project, aka going to find kaori.

it’s fine by you though, because now you know where sae’s head’s at, even though he never explicitly asked you anything. you’re sure he knows how you feel too, especially since you’d been the one to kiss him first that day a few years back.

but how apt for you to go to sleep early and be woken up by dozens of messages blowing up your phone, the majority of them attaching pictures at a certain party.

still pictures of sae locking lips with kaori, and you feel your heart sinking.

sae’s message comes through just as you’re scrolling through your phone.

meet me at my place? not what it looks like, i promise.

and maybe it’s because you feel like you know sae well enough that you’re not even panicking. you respond within seconds.

sure, see you!

you take the liberty of going next door, entering when one of the other guys who lives there clumsily walks in drunk. it’s easy enough to find sae’s room, you recognise it from across your own room too well. and maybe it’s a slight invasion of privacy but you can’t help but turn your attention to his desk.

his room is all neat with the occasional laundry thrown on the corner of the room, trophies and medals on the bookshelf by the table. but what catches your eye is the little pink heart-shaped post-it note that looks all too familiar.

your handwriting fills the piece of paper.

i think you’re cute and i really really like you

you could cringe right now from how cringe you were being back then. but then you realise, sae kept this? did he keep this knowing it was from you? you hear the door opening downstairs and jump back a little, accidentally pressing on his keyboard while trying to place your note back in its position, and the screensaver that greets you renders you speechless.

it’s the picture sae took of the both of you at the bleachers of his first match.

someone closes the laptop before you can think any more, and you’re greeted with sae right next to you, cheeks flushed—either from alcohol or embarrassment. you can’t really tell, but judging from the lack of alcohol stench, you’d like to bet it’s the latter.

“you have me as your wallpaper?”

sae clicks his tongue, annoyed he didn’t get there in time for you not to see that. “who else would i put there?”

you bite your tongue to stop yourself from instinctively saying kaori out of spite. guess you’re still a little groggy from being woken up in the middle of the night.

“about earlier,” sae begins, not really sure how to continue.

“you mean the pics going around of you and kaori kissing?” you’re not even mad, you’re sure there’s an explanation—that’s how much you feel you know itoshi sae. he’s not the type to bother with leading someone on; if anything, he’s probably the type to immediately cut things off if he wasn’t interested and so far, he’s always been thinking of you.

sae sighs, rubbing his temple before taking a seat on his bed. “that was fucking stupid,” he grumbles, eyes closed. “she was way too tipsy and getting all up in my face and before i knew it she just—” his eyes are open now, briefly looking at you before looking away, hiding behind the sides of his soft locks, “she kissed me. i was stunned for a little so…”

you snicker a little, because sae looks so different from how he usually looks—aloof, ignorant, arrogant. now he looks like a puppy who’s been kicked to the side and you can’t help but notice the difference.

“sae… why are you telling me this?”

screw his indecisiveness, if it was in the first place. you want his answer now, up straight. and sae seems to know what you’re thinking because he chuckles, relieved because he can read your tone—you’re not angry, not upset, you trust him somehow and it’s only because despite what you think, you know him better than anyone else.

“fuck off, y/n, you already know,” and he says this affectionately because you can feel the tenderness in the way he says your name, in the way he invites you into his arms—the way he pulls you close and lets you sit facing him on his lap. “you gonna be my girlfriend now or what?”

your lips are so so close and you’re both holding back so so much. “mmm i don’t know, itoshi sae, what if i wanna see you beg me for it?”

“god, i hate you,” he says, without meaning it. it’s the first time you’re actually feeling how strong he is, because he lifts you up from the back of your thighs and throws you on his bed as he hovers over you, a little squeal leaving your lips at the unexpected gesture. “hm, kinda like that sound you make.”

he’s saying it so monotonously that you’re embarrassed. “shut up, sae, before i leave.”

“that’s cute, you think you’d actually leave me,” he teases, and you curse yourself for finding that slight condescending tone of his hot. “but hey, really, be my girlfriend.”

“you asking me that after kissing another girl?” you act shocked, acutely aware of how his fingers are all intertwining with yours, your hands on either side of your head, sae pinning you down. if anyone walked in now, they’d get the wrong idea of what you two are doing. for sure. but you try to act unbothered, you don’t want to boost his ego even more.

sae leans down to press his forehead against yours, and you’re hoping your heart doesn’t leap out of your chest because he’d definitely feel it. “shit timing, i know. but you’re the only one i want, so.”

he’s pretty shit at talking emotions, you realise. and then you realise that this only works because you’re equally good at reading his. despite his reluctance to talk emotions, he shows you how special you are, constantly.

many girls want him, but you’re the one he spends most of his time with. you’re the one with his actual clothes in your closet and his rings on your fingers. you’re the one sae kisses and willingly so, the only one who’s on his wallpaper reminding him of what he’ll have each time he comes home.

“i told kaori i liked you and no one else too,” sae continues explaining, though he really doesn’t need to. you listen anyway. “she got mad and stormed off but shit, i don’t care. only care about you.”

and he’s pretty forthcoming with his feelings when he wants to be and that’s enough for you. you squeeze his fingers lightly and smile at him.

you don’t have to hear any more to know.

“i love you too, itoshi sae.”

the way he marks you that night lets you in on everything you need to know.

UNIVERSITY: SENIOR YEAR

six years.

it’s been six years since you’d first had a crush on itoshi sae. and now you’re his girlfriend, always in the front row for every match and the object of most of his fangirls’ hatred. that’s okay though, none of that matters.

whenever you come back home to your (shared) apartment now, it’s like all your worries melt away into the void, and sae reminds you just how much you mean. even if his pet names are less than swoon-worthy at times.

“you really need to stop posting shit like this,” you deadpan, showing sae your phone screen. it’s a picture of you asleep in the morning, drooling on his bare shoulder.

sae blinks, acting coy like he always does. “what? it’s cute.”

“you’re insufferable, itoshi.”

sae ignores that, switching the subject. “hey, you have any goals for your twenties?”

you hum, pondering. “well, i guess if i could do what i want, i’d travel the world,” you pause, sitting up on the sofa and looking at him. “why?”

it’s the last year of university, and the both of you are finishing your degrees, with the possibility that sae might be getting a contract with one of the overseas clubs. you’re not really sure; there’s a few of them who’ve expressed interest, but you’d always let sae think through it on his own.

does his question have something to do with that?

“was thinking i wanted to take you along if you wanted to come with,” sae half explains, because he’s bad with details like that. he continues when he spots your confusion, “if you wanted to explore wherever i decided to go.”

oh, he means he wants to take you along to wherever he decided to go. you’re flattered, honestly.

“you mean, the itoshi sae wants to bring me wherever he goes, huh?” sae is already turning red, sensing your big head. “you offering to be my sugar daddy too?”

sae sighs. “you’re so stupid, i swear,” he complains, his words lacking any bite because he’s rubbing circles onto your arms. “you said you found some remote jobs right? thought we could make use of that and just go wherever together.”

after six years, you finally see sae trying to plan a future where the both of you are together. he loves soccer, but he loves you too, and you’re not the kind of person who’d make him choose, so you appreciate his compromises instead.

“itoshi sae, i’ll follow you wherever you go.”

he presses a hasty kiss on your lips, “good, ‘cause i plan on keeping you forever.”

you grin, pulling him down to you and kissing him even deeper, “i’ll hold you to your words, then.”

sae smiles against your lips. because he knows he got lucky with you, lucky you were there at the right moment, slipping your love letter into his locker. lucky you continued to like him, lucky you knew how to put him in his place whenever. lucky you’re you and you love him.

maybe he’s always liked you, even back in freshman year of high school when he realised how kind you are, how gentle you could be. you looked pretty in the sun that day, when he first saw you trying out soccer in the yard and falling flat on your ass. you didn’t notice him back then but he noticed you, not that you knew. sae didn’t try anything because he was sure it’d fail. but who knew all it took for his mind to change was a simple nudge from you?

he’s pretty sure that you’re his human manifestation of a forever.

“when the time comes, just say yes.”

crush (l. hs)

creep—> pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. friends older brother AU, explicit smutty smut: filth, the smallest pinch of fluff, M/F

warnings. profanity, alcohol consumption, mild slut shaming, mean dom Heeseung, getting caught, jealousy, choking, oral, breeding, possessiveness, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 5000 now playing. Crush/Jennifer Paige

“surprised you didn’t end up stealing Heeseung’s boxers to keep as some prized treasure.”

“dude seriously? I don’t have a thing for your brother.”

“oh I know. this lifelong crush you’ve had turned into an infatuation years ago.”

conversation with your friend repeated throughout your thoughts for the rest of the week. picking out a new fragrance while asking yourself if Heeseung preferred fruity or floral. prepping cute outfits to wear in case he happens to be home when you head over to study. testing out new hairstyles, maybe he likes how your hair looks up better.

it’s not like everything you do depends on his reaction. it’s just a crush.

at least, you try to convince yourself that it’s just a crush. the problem is Heeseung seems to have forgotten you even exist.

none of the bait you throw out catches your prey. he hasn’t spoken to you once, let alone looked your way; even when you stand right before him he stays adamant in the most inconspicuous of ways to not meet your desperate gaze.

how you went from a silent playful game of chase with suggestive gestures— even just in passing, to nothing at all had really turned your brain upside down.

it shouldn’t bother you, he’s just some guy, some guy who gave you the best orgasm you fear no one will ever be able to top. some guy who’s made you act foolish, purposely dropping your keys before heading back home when you spotted Heeseung sitting on the couch playing video games. even the sad effort of wiggling your ass— intentionally exposed as you took time to pat around for your keys wasn’t enough.

you shouldn’t care, but maybe you do, because whether you admit it or not, you want him. you only want him.

because you have a crush on Heeseung.

Heeseung’s home now, not that it matters. not that you matter to him.

his face never turns to see who’s sat in the living room with his sister, he has to know it’s you. he has to know it’s always you these days; becoming a regular guest ever since he caught you. maybe he had a point— you’re a creep.

“you’re coming to the party this Friday, right?” thoughts disintegrate when your friend snaps her fingers in your face with an annoyed look. “are you even listening to me? I hate when you zone out like that.”

“sorry..” you mumble, quickly sitting up straight in act of pretending you could care less about Heeseung’s presence. not fast enough for his sister to not notice, glancing over her shoulder and rolling her eyes when she spots him by the door.

“as I was saying, Heeseung’s throwing a little get together.” 

it’s hard enough to hide your sudden interest in what she’s saying, twitching at the corners of your lips to control a possible squeal from passing, you nod with lack of care for her to continue.

“you’re coming right? all the guys will be there.”

“sure, what’s the occasion?”

“it’s nothing really,” she scoffs under her breath, ducking her chin with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “he’s trying to impress some girl he’s been obsessed with.”

the jump your throat gives only seems to amuse her even more, twirling the straw in her cup deviously as she goes on. “I guess it’s her last summer here before she heads off to University across the world somewhere. he’s doing the most to swoon her.”

“she’s older than him?” you can’t fight the urge to ask, too curious to learn more. since when does Lee Heeseung get a crush?! why would he even give you the time of day if he had his mind on someone else. 

“yeah, her names Mia, really pretty. out of his league if you ask me.”

Mia. really pretty. older. full of confidence you clearly lack. she glides along the backyard deck like some type of ethereal goddess beckoning suitors to her call at a glance alone.

of course Heeseung likes her, of course he wants to impress her, of course he’s been ignoring you. 

that’s really all you can think of huddled between your group of friends, hiding the lower half of your face behind a red solo cup filled with tepid water as you do your best to control your emotions from flying off the handles. 

no amount of cute outfits and pretty new hairstyles would impress him, you’d always just be his younger sister's friend who gazed at him like you’d give up your world for his attention, because maybe you would.

“what are you even wearing?” one of your friends interrupts your thoughts, giving you the up and down with a snarky smirk.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“your ass is nearly hanging out,” she notes, wagging a pointer finger over your figure. “someone’s trying to get laid tonight.”

“that shouldn’t be too hard.” Heeseung’s sister approaches sporting an uncomfortable wide smile. “Sunghoon’s been cracking jokes that you’re an underwear thief.”

“what?!” you gape, nearly spilling and tossing your cup. 

“sorry!” she waves in the direction where her brother’s friends stand near each other. their heads thrown back letting out obnoxious loud laughter pointing, the tallest amongst them pointing toward you.

“that’s her! pervert little creep that stole Heeseung’s boxers!” Sunghoon exclaims for everyone around to hear. all eyes fall on you, including ones you haven’t felt on yourself in weeks. 

Heeseung stands by Mia, leaning back on his forearms against the fence lining the deck. the pose giving him a laid back cocky aura as if he could care less about how attractive the girl next to him looks.

the girl next to him who also happens to now have noticed you, squinting fiercely as she takes you in. tightening up her hold on the half empty bottle in her clutches, she tilts her head, turning back to face Heeseung. lips moving slowly in a rigid impassive manner. 

the annoyance prickling through her expression only amuses him, smirking before he flicks her chin to make her giggle. the entire act is absolutely sickening to watch, churning your stomach full of water in a nausea inducing way.

“I need a drink.” you blurt, charging toward where a keg sits between 2 set up tables full of energy drinks, shots and various half empty bottles of clear alcohol. 

one problem, you realize— fiddling with the keg in front of you; you don’t drink.

“need help with that, princess?”

his husky vocals tickle the shell of your ear before you can let out a gasped breath, weighty palms settle on your hips, firm chest brushing against your back. “you’re kind of creating a line of people now.”

a look over your shoulder displays 3 people standing in irritation, 1 tapping their foot waving an empty cup at you. 

Jay nudges your lower half, tapping the tip of his nose against the column of your throat. “don’t know how to use that thing, do you?”

“is it that obvious?”

“cute.” Jay huffs out a laugh, maneuvering you to his side. “you have to disengage the tap like this baby.”

he goes on explaining, showing off his bare biceps with extra flex as he turns the tap clockwise. “nice and snug, like that.”

Jay nods, instructing you to tip your cup. “look at how fast you’re learning. see you want to tilt it just right, too much foam is never good.”

“thanks..” 

the beer tastes foul splashing on your tongue regardless of the amount of foam, not even your handsome bartender could help that. 

“don’t like the taste, huh?” Jay smirks, nudging your side. “didn’t think you drank?”

“I don’t.” you confirm, covering your mouth to spit back into your cup. “I don’t understand how anyone could enjoy this.”

“maybe beer’s not your vibe.” he looks over the table, snapping his fingers as he lands on a bottle of blue raspberry vodka. “someone as sweet as you needs something just as sugary.”

“why do you know so much about this?” you wonder, mostly admiring how strong his side profile looks as he concentrates on decorating the rims on two shot glasses with crystalized sugar. 

“you think I could afford to look this good if I didn’t have a bus boy gig on the side?” he grins, filling the two small glasses with a much too bright blue liquid. “I’m trying to get bumped up to a bartender position, better tips.”

turning to face you, he lifts up a slice of lime cut into a triangle. “so don’t forget to tip. I’ll go first.”

with a wink, Jay sets the lime between your lips softly laughing at the surprise crossing your eyes with confusion. dabbing a line of salt on your collarbone, he lifts a shot glass motioning ‘this is how you do it.’

“lick it” he leans in, the waft of freshly washed skin dosed in musky cologne hitting your senses. a wet glide from his tongue drags across your decollate, lapping up the small chunks of salt. “slam it.” 

his throat bobs, strong neck on display as he tosses his head back to swallow down the blue that already has your gut on fire in anticipation, worsening when your pseudo bar tender’s eyes clenched shut from the burn passing down his throat. “and suck it.”

Jay’s mouth crashes against yours with more force than he planned, too excited to shove the lime away and nip at your lips in hopes to snag a kiss. he does exactly that, pushing the slice away with the tip of his tongue in favor of sucking on your lower lip. strong grip returning to your hips to knead at as he pushes closer to your response, parting open for him to explore inside and find your tongue. blue raspberry mixed with bitterness lands in a mix of saliva, battling together for more of a taste.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

Heeseung shoves at Jay’s shoulder, breaking the two of you apart with a sharp scowl drowning his typically pretty features in anger. 

“what? you said you didn’t care!” Jay glowers in return, tossing his friends touch away. “you have Mia to worry about, don’t you?”

Heeseung’s pupils expand faster than he can speak, twitching between his finger tips to control himself from balling up his fist and sending Jay down to the ground. “she’s my sister’s friend, I told you, don’t.”

“she can speak for herself.” Jay nods, tugging you closer to his side by your waist. “am I bothering you, princess?”

Heeseung’s jaw tightens at the nickname, turning to look away to quill raged annoyance racing up his chest. 

he has someone else to worry about.. he likes someone else, someone who’s nothing like you.

“you’re not bothering me..”

“did you hear that Heeseung?” Jay asks, more cocky now with his brow cocked. the other shaking his head before storming off without another word. “don’t think about it.”

Jay does good on distracting you, asking if you got the step by step process or if he should demonstrate one more time. 

“I think I got it, I’m just going to run to the restroom really quick.” you let him know, signaling to give you a minute before spinning to head inside of the house. 

ice cold water rivers down your front, suctioning the material of your flimsy party dress to your flesh. trickles falling down to your feet landing between your toes, drenching through the front of your underwear.

“oh my God!” Mia stands before you, cup in hand near empty as her other lifts to cover her mouth in shock. “my mistake!”

she laughs, dumping the rest of the cup's contents above your head. the chill passing by suddenly much more cold, setting a shiver up your spine. “I’m sure you could find a pair of boxers to dry yourself off with, slut.”

she grins proudly, throwing the plastic solo cup at your feet before turning around, retreating to her group of giggling friends mocking you like a group of children.

Heeseung’s sister rushes over to cover your front, stammering out an apology while directing you into the house quickly. “you can clean off in my room, grab whatever you want to change into from my closet.”

she pushes for you to head up the stairs, mumbling about throwing your clothes in the dryer before you leave. “I’m gonna go find out who told Sunghoon about the dare, and ruin their night!”

she storms off on a mission, leaving you to sulk your way up to her bedroom. a necessity to sit down on the edge of her bed to not get anything wet as you sigh and hang your head. 

this night had been too much already, from Heeseung flirting with Mia, to Jay flirting with you, to Sunghoon turning your fond memory into a joke. had Heeseung been the one to share what happened with his friends? would he seriously gossip like that?

“and now my hair’s ruined.” forcing yourself to stand, you take in your soaked appearance. the damage is a lot less worse than you expected, just a smidge of teary eyeliner trailing down your cheek, easy to wipe off. stripping off your dress by rolling the wet fabric down your body, you wonder why you even bothered. 

it’s not as if Heeseung showed any interest in you after he got what he wanted, as far as he’s concerned you fell off the face of the earth to be long forgotten. 

clearly you were just a quick fuck. 

silently you nod to yourself, dabbing off your cooled skin with a towel. panties clinging to your center uncomfortably wet in a way you hadn’t expected tonight. contemplating the thought of going commando for the next couple of hours while your clothes dry off, you could always wash whatever you borrowed later.

the door creaks open right as you decide to forego your panties, snapping your attention to Heeseung’s face poking in as if he hadn’t expected to catch you like this.

“oh..” he stalks inside regardless, shrugging while clicking the door shut. “nothing I haven’t seen.”

“get out!” 

Heeseung rolls his eyes, crossing his arms leaning back against his sister’s closet door. “you’ve been pining for my attention all night, now you have it and you want me to leave? why? because I’m not Jay?”

“I haven’t been trying to get your attention.” you correct, moreso lie. pressing the towel to your chest to conceal some of your skin, too exposed under his heaty gaze.

“you don’t even like him like that.” he says, turning up his chin arrogantly. 

“like what?”  

Heeseung’s tongue pokes out, dragging along the seam of his lips. “the way you like me.”

a scoff flies out of your mouth before you realize, taking your turn to roll your eyes. “I don’t like you in any type of way.”

Hesseung doesn’t miss his chance to invade your space, capturing your jaw with one hand to make your neck crack, forcing your gaze to focus on his. “because you haven’t been coming around almost everyday for your bullshit crafting sessions suddenly? bending over in front of me in the tiniest piece of fabric barely covering your ass pathetic excuse for a skirt? staring at me while drool spills out of your mouth like some horny puppy?”

your hands circle his wrist, struggling under the grip he keeps secured on you. “never did any of that you fucking pervert.”

Heeseung lets out just a hint of a laugh, licking his bottom lip before he leans closer, long neck bending into meet you eye level. “what type of idiot do you take me for? you think I’ve already forgotten how you cried and begged on my cock?”

“I didn’t beg.” you spit out, lying through your teeth. a lick of excitement curls through your chest, surging its way through your veins to the tips of your fingers. an unfortunate uncontrollable reaction to the close proximity of his pink saliva coated lips hovering just above yours.

“do you need the reminder?” his cheek lifts to one side, pulling off the signature shit-eating smirk you’ve obsessed over through sleepless nights with a pillow lodged between your thighs. his thumb inches up to your pout, pressing down the center of your lower lip with a rough dig. “I can show you, but the way you chant my name like a prayer sounds much prettier.”

“Heeseung..” 

“that’s it..” he smiles, softly, chest rising and falling to contain a sigh. the syrupy sweet whiny way you let out each syllable of his name playing over and over like a broken record each time he finds himself with a fist wrapped around his cock. even resorting to bury his face into one of his pillowcases still lingering with traces of your shampoo.

“Heeseung..” you repeat, laving at his thumb. a low moan escaping your throat from the taste alone, not because it’s good, but because it’s him; the object of your every desire toying with you the way you need.

“you say my name like you want me. like you only want me.” his thumb presses in, releasing the towel free of your grip to land at your feet. inching in closer until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his sister’s bed. the reminder shooting your eyes open, shaking your head.

“shh shh, everyone's partying.” he reassures, sliding messy bits of your hair behind your ear while lowering you to lay back. “don’t think about anyone else, it’s just us.”

Heeseung roams your exposed figure, sucking in a deep breath observing your chest rise and fall faster the longer he feels over your thighs. curious hands trail upward to squeeze and pull at your hips, digging his fingers into your waist. “I gave you what you wanted and you’re still so pathetically desperate, spreading your thighs open begging me to give you more.”

“Heeseung..”

his eyelashes flutter, fanning the tops of his cheeks as he tips his neck back. palming down your sides to loop the strings of your underwear through his fingers. “you know what to say, good girls don’t need to be told twice.”

“please?” you ask, agonizingly so, defeated without even trying. plotting and planning for weeks the different scenarios that could land you under his menacing hands once again. 

Heeseung knows you’ve been putting in work to get his attention. nearly snapping when he saw you bent over badly pretending to search for something on the floor. the perfect position to fuck you right there, push your face into the ground and claim you as if you belong to him, because in his mind, you do.

he tsks, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth, spreading your thighs apart to watch your cunt pulsate. the thin material covered in your arousal doing a poor job of concealing anything. tracing a pathway up your inner thighs, he grips at the tender flesh surrounding your underwear. pulling and kneading you to make your hole open and close under the material. a loud pop of wetness emitting with each movement, sending his neck side to side as he admires.

“you get wet like this for anyone else?” Heeseung rasps, throat already betraying him. having to swallow down a wad of saliva to calm himself.

“only you.” you confess, too pent up to force a lie anymore.

“I know.” he muses, biting his lower lip to wash away the smirk threatening to pull at his lips. tugging the seat of your underwear to the side, he kisses the backs of his teeth, pushing a finger between your slit. “I know you’ve been waiting, prancing around all dolled up wishing I’d fuck you again.”

each word sinks your chest deeper into the bed, worrying your eyebrows together as you nod. hips canting upward for more, only for his other hand to splay across your stomach and push you back down. “stay like this, you don’t deserve it after what you just pulled.”

“I’m sorry..I..didn’t..” whimpers break your speech, trembling as he slots between your thighs sinking two fingers inside of you. pushing them apart to stretch you open, unable to contain a hiss from how tight you wrap around his digits.

“yes you did.” he corrects, biting on his lip to stop himself from cracking. “you can speak for yourself, can’t you? you know what you did.”

a hushed curse melts under your tongue, squirming when he shoves another finger in. frantically shaking your head with a sob, letting a shattered denying whimpered out. 

“it wasn’t enough last time. you need to learn your lesson.” 

Heeseung moves swiftly, knees hitting the ground to latch his mouth on your clit. the three digits inside of you setting a drilling speed bowing your back up into an arch. the furl hitting you intensely, snapping your spine up into a perfect curve. 

“fuck!” each roll of his tongue against your clit charges through your nerves. fingers dripping in your arousal, pushing out filthy lewd sounds the harder and faster he mercilessly pumps them. gushes of wetness pour freely, dribbling down the the inside of his forearm.

Heeseung doesn’t relent, licking fat strips between your folds, noisy as he slurps up the mess of slick coating your outer lips. his fingers curling inside of you, pushing your climax to hit faster with lips pursed together on your clit. 

“taste so good for me.” he vibrates against your bundle of nerves. the tips of his fingers pressing hard against a spot deep inside of you pushing the heels of your feet to dig into the bed, shouting between gritted teeth.

“I’m—I’m!” words die in your throat, the palm flattened on your stomach reaching up to grab your breasts, ripping the cups of your bra down to watch your chest bounce as you shake through an orgasm. white hot heat burns at your retinas, clenching your eyes shut with a whine when Heeseung continues to lap and press at your sensitive clit, his digits releasing with a wet pop. leisurely dragging the mess of your release across your inner thighs.

“so fucking nasty.” he says, trailing his tongue up to paint saliva on top of the wetness covering you. “only I should get to see you like this.”

teeth nip at your inner thighs, grabbing onto your ruined underwear to throw aside. clothes fly off his body, stroking himself a few times to full hardness, returning a desperate ache to pulsate between your legs.

Heeseung mounts you immediately, dick twitching in his palm the more time he spends staring at your pilant figure. helplessly gazing up at him looming over you. knocking your knees apart to set himself between you, the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. one hand secured at the base to not fuck fully into you. “so pretty for me.”

“Hee..” your voice trembles, whining even so. unable to stop yourself from groveling. a sad thirsty puppy with your tongue hung loose, needy pants blowing out. the image of your already fucked out face shooting pangs of heat through Heeseung’s chest, pushing the tip in more to watch your entrance struggle around his size. 

“I know.” he finally pushes in more, catching a gasped breath halfway. velvety walls trap him, wet, hot and so so wet, the sensation pushing a groan from the back of his throat. “so fucking good, feel so good for me.”

Heeseung buries into the hilt, cutting off a choked moan expelled from your chest. his cock stretching you open exactly as you remembered, replayed nightly. shuffling closer, his hips roll against you, placing a hand on your throat to keep you in place. dragging out slowly to slam back in, growing addicted to the way you spasm around him. 

he sets a gruelling pace right off, thrust after thrust pounding into your pilant body, pushing your mind to drift further and further away. “this is what happens when you forget who you belong to.”

his breath grows long-winded, pistoning with vigor. the clap of your skin meeting resounding throughout the bedroom making it easy to forget he never locked the door.

“Heeseung?”

a voice coming from outside interrupts your moment, stilling the both of you. the hand on your throat loosening momentarily as he listens, setting a finger on your lips.

“shh shhh..” Heeseung’s eyes go wide, glancing at the door as footsteps echo down the hall. whines lost in his palm, quickly covering his fingers in tears that won’t stop from streaming down your face. he stiffens, slowing to a soft pace by only grinding into you. “you have to be quiet baby.”

another call of his name passes, louder the closer they approach. the familiar noise of doors opening and shutting after each. the anticipation of getting caught only adding more thrill, sending waves of excitement to your core, clamping around the size roughly jerking inside of you.

“fuck..” Heeseung grits, slapping his palm over your mouth with more force when you let out a weakened moan. footsteps clearly change direction, pushing the door open to unveil Mia’s face dropping.

“Heeseung?” she splutters at first, jaw dropped where she stands. the palm on your throat returning to grip you tightly and force you to look at her. 

“look who it is baby.” his thrusts return to a brutal snap, aiming hard and rapid again. releasing your locked lips to hoist one of your legs onto his shoulder for the viewer the get a good look. “what was that she called you earlier? a slut?”

Heeseung mocks you, slapping your thigh when you barely respond. choking under his hold growing tighter, constricting your air flow even more. “my slut, my pretty little slut.”

gurgled sobs emit between the ruthless pace he’s fallen into, meeting Mia’s gaze for less than a second before she huffs angrily, spinning on her foot with her middle finger stretched out. mumbling something about what a ‘fucking asshole’ Heeseung is.

“I’ll never let her talk to you like that again.” he stutters between pressing a sloppy pattern of kisses against your forehead. pecks littering down your down to your lips, softly pressing together.

it’s too much, trapped under his weight, stirring your mind to uselessness. the only thing able to pass through your muddled thoughts is the need to cum. to feel his warmth deep inside of you.

“d-don’t pull out, please—please, wanna feel you.” through chattering teeth you plea, scrabbling to grab onto his shoulders. too crushed in the folded position he’s kept you in to breathe properly, let alone speak up. endless amounts of whimpers and cries pouring the more he buries inside of you. licking at his upper lip with a nod.

“beg for it, why should I give it to you baby?” Heeseung’s mockery has you clamping around his size, rolling your eyes back with ragged breaths pulled from your chest. 

“go-good..good for you, pretty for you..” your voice continues to waver, coherency completely evading you with each pointed thrust. words blubbering out without logical sense, overheated and numb down to your toes that still manage to curl up.

“sosososo pretty.” he lets out, mostly to himself. struck by the way your eyelashes have clumped together with tears, lips stung as if bees have attacked your sinful mouth. drool leaking it’s way down to your chest, strings of saliva endlessly pouring out with each obscene call of his name. 

ruined, ruined and destroyed to only crave his cock. he’d make sure of it, make sure you never look for anyone else. make sure no one can satisfy your holes the way he can. 

Heeseung tugs himself out to just the tip, leveraging his weight onto the pits of your knees to keep your ass angled up. the tip of his cock swollen red, decorating your abused hole prettily while he throbs against your opening. “you want it?”

“please—please!” 

“so cute.” he coos, grunting as he pushes back in taking his time just to feel you suck around each inch of his thick size. filling you to the brim to feel every bit of him making shape in your hole. a loud moaned gasp rips from your lips when he jerks inside you, pushing balls deep. “you’re mine. you’re only mine.”

thrusting resumes to a fast pace, gripping moans out of your throat despite how scratchy and dry it feels. Heeseung feels the need to make you watch, groping your legs up to push your body in half. spread open to completely able to see where your pussy pulls on his shaft. milking him to cum as you pulsate and clench around him.

“want me to fill your pretty pussy up? hmm?” he emphasizes, hips slapping against your ass. cock dipping in and out of your angrily, only able to dumbly nod your head.

“H-hee…Heeseung—Heeseung..”

the shattered prayer of his name drips from your tongue, throwing your head back with one last cry. pussy squeezing impossibly tight forcing him to stop for a second to catch his breath. the sweat between your bodies secreting rapidly, a fresh scent of body wash filling your head with everything Heeseung. 

“that’s my good girl.” he says roughly, near his breaking point. further caging you to the bed as he presses closer, left with no choice but to take it. “fill you up like you need, anything for you.”

his thrusts grow erratic, sending your oversensitivity into overdrive, turned into a brainless babbling mess. the view of your pussy taking it, in spite of how much it hurts, combined with you mouthing his name sends him over the edge. coming to a still point with twitching lips, shooting hot white strings to the last drop. shallowly fucking the last few spurts until you squirm, throwing your head side to side with a wail.

allowing your legs to come down, he keeps you held open. mesmerized by the gush of cum that won’t stay inside of you. too much for your tiny cunt to handle, gripping onto the base of his length to shove it back in.

“a-ahh..” you hiss, too fatigued for more. “Hee..”

seeming satisfied, he massages your hips, mindful as he moves off to flop by your side. the drain finally hitting him, a numbing throb beating at his lower back from the exertion used.

“Heeseung..” you sigh, landing your head flat on the bed. pondering if you should be worrying about getting dressed before his sister asks herself why you’ve been taking so long.

“hmm?” he murmurs, half-asleep after fucking the life out of you. how he hadn’t managed to absorb your energy in the process seems unfathomable.

“why’d you ignore me?” you can’t help but ask. “are you going to keep acting like that?”

it’s Heeseung’s turn to let out a winded sigh, licking at the roof of his mouth to coat his dry tongue. “you’re my sister's friend, I don’t want to ruin your friendship if we end up.. if I fuck things up..”

while his logic makes sense, the only thought running a course around your brain has you shooting up to sit and poke at his abdomen. “you like me!”

Heeseung grunts, throwing an arm across his eyes, unable to hide the smile taking over his lips. “maybe.”

“ignoring a girl because you like her is soooo childish.” you jeer, pinching his side.

Heeseung adjusts his arms behind his head to look at you, a more serious expression taking over his face. “it’s not everyday that the girl you’ve had a crush on since the summer before high school hides in your closet on a mission to steal your boxers.”

“I can explai— wait, what?? what did you just say??” 

Heeseung mimics pulling a zipper shut across his lips, shrugging as he quickly sits up to grab his discarded clothing; having the same concern of getting caught again.

“Heeseung! you come back here and confess your love to me right now!”

nonsense — pt 2 (s.jy)

SUMMARY: previously, jake asked you to teach him how to properly use his big dick. the lesson doesn’t exactly go as planned… PAIRING: bestfriend/roommate!jake x reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni) WARNINGS: smut, size/bulge kink, dacryphilia, masochism/mentions of pain from penetration(?), unprotected sex (pls use protection) WORD COUNT: 1.9k A/N: sorry for the wait but it’s finally here, also apologies for the messy pacing and abrupt ending i seriously had no motivation to finish this lol

read part 1 here

You spent the next week on edge, tiptoeing around the apartment. A part of you hoped there wouldn’t be any awkwardness or tension after you practically pounced on him, crossing the barrier that best friends, and roommates especially, weren’t supposed to. But you were foolish to assume that once Jake came down from his high, he wouldn’t start avoiding you at all costs.

It was painfully obvious. He would come home late at night, only coming to the kitchen to eat while you were in the shower, and locking himself in his room until you left for class the next morning. You couldn’t help but assume he regretted what happened, and you felt an ugly twist in your stomach at the thought that he didn’t enjoy any of it, or worse, that you had pressured him into the act. 

You were quietly cracking open the door to your bedroom, wanting to quickly grab something from the kitchen when the door to Jake’s room, directly across from yours, also opened. You stopped in your tracks, making brief eye contact with him before you were directing your gaze to the floor. If he hadn’t seen you, you probably would’ve closed the door and crawled back into your room.

The pounding of your heart was ringing in your ear. As much as you hated confrontation, you hated the idea of walking on eggshells around your own damn roommate and best friend. The least you both could do was talk it out, deem it a one-time mistake and try to forget about it. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against the doorframe.

“Fuck it,” you breathed out. “About last week…”

“Yeah,” he was blurting out before you could even continue. 

You were looking up at him now. He was fresh out of the shower, hair wet and towel wrapped around his neck. Droplets of water forming at the ends of his hair were beginning to fall beside his bare feet from his prolonged stance in the same position. He didn’t miss the way your eyes trailed along the veins that ran up his bare arms. 

You tore your eyes away from his body to make eye contact with him, mentally cursing at yourself for feeling more and more turned on as the seconds passed. However, while you expected him to look anxious or flustered, you found him looking at you with an unreadable expression, almost similar to how he watched you last week, with you on your knees in front of him and his hands buried in your hair. 

You were unconsciously rubbing your thighs together and shifting uncomfortably on your feet from his intense stare. A sudden wave of confidence washed over you before you were closing your own door and striding into Jake’s, pulling him with you by his bicep. The familiar lights from his PC gave you a sense of deja vu. 

He tore your grip off him from behind you. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered. You winced, thinking you had misread his intentions and were in the middle of making a fool of yourself.

Jake, on the other hand, was panicking over his inability to exert self control and how you’d react if you found out that he touched himself every night this week to the mental image of your pretty lips wrapped around him.

But it was Jake this time who was mouthing fuck it before he closed the gap between you, hands coming up to grab at the sides of your face and press his lips against yours. You audibly sighed into his mouth before you were a mess of tangled limbs in the sheets, clothes strewn in a trail leading from the door to his bed.

Jake tried his best not to ogle at your bare chest, instead looking down at his own cock, standing tall and proud against his abdomen.

You gaped, reminded of just how big he was.

Jake stopped his movements upon sensing your hesitance, wanting to make sure this was something you wanted and that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. He was kneeling on the bed, boxers thrown to the floor while you were lying flat, a pillow under your head.

“I, uh, I’ve never been able to get it in,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look.

You threw your head back in laughter. “You mean, like, you couldn’t find her hole?” The thought of virgin Jake hopelessly struggling amused you, yet your heart softened at just how inexperienced he seemed.

He winced at your comment, softly chuckling as he shook his head. “No, like I could never fit it in with other girls before.”

Oh. You didn’t even realize that was an actual problem people had. Did that technically make him a virgin still? 

You sat up on your elbows, heart racing at the implication. “What the hell makes you think I can take it, then?”

His eyes widened and he immediately shifted lower on the bed to pull at your underwear, ready to prep you. For some reason, he just assumed you’d be able to take him since you were experienced. He truly had no idea how big he was.

Your underwear was hooked just above your knees as he reached out, dragging two fingers up your folds to collect your arousal and bringing it to his lips. His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he licked at his digit, moaning in the process. 

You pulled him by the wrist, his fingers reluctantly leaving his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna finger you first, needa stretch you out,”

“N-no, I can take it.”

“But you just said—”

“I said I can take it.”

The sudden thrill of a challenge, to see whether you were capable of taking all of him, sent a shiver down your spine. 

He stared at the wet patch on the front of your underwear, running his index finger along it. “I wanna eat you out, though,” his lips in a pout. “You taste so good,” he was whining, eyes fixated on your glistening, leaking core.

Your heart did a somersault. “We have all the time in the world for that, Jake,” you couldn’t help but smile. “But I need you inside me— now,” you muttered, your expression quickly turning into one of sultry desperation.

“F-fuck, okay.”

His knees shifted forward as he aligned the head of his cock with your sopping cunt, pushing in at an excruciatingly slow pace. You feel like you’re being torn apart in the most delicious way, the stretch addicting and your mouth falls open at the sensation. You’re usually not great with pain, but you know it’ll all be worth it once Jake starts thrusting into you.

He finally bottomed out on top of you, a shaky breath releasing from his lips. You mentally thanked yourself for choosing this position, knowing very well that you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you were on top. Jake’s eyes were squeezed shut, a visible sheen of sweat across his forehead.

He was embarrassed to tell you directly, but with it being Jake’s first time, it was taking everything in him to not pull out and slam back into you. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay like this, your walls clamping onto him for dear life. 

You swore you could feel him in your stomach. He was pulling out before you could complain, leaving just the tip in so he could compose himself and relieve some of the pain he assumed you were in. A whine left your lips, protesting as you hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him back inside you. He sobbed out a cry of your name, bottoming out again and hiding his face in your neck.

Your slick was doing wonders to aid his cock in and out of you. He licked and nipped between your collarbones as he kept a somewhat consistent pace, his cock nearly slipping out from your wetness each time he pulled back. Lifting his head from the crook of your neck, he peered down at you through hooded eyes, watching as you mumbled mindlessly.

“S-so full, mmph, need—ah, Jake, need you to fill me up, oh f-fuck y-yeah that’s it, harder!” Every word of yours was interrupted by a rhythmic, sharp thrust, causing you to inch back toward the headboard.

He chewed on his bottom lip, mesmerized at the sight of you falling apart on his cock. 

“So perfect, such a perfect cock…” your voice came out in a purr. You were saying it mostly to yourself, yet Jake couldn’t help but moan out at how affected he was by your praise.

“Y/N, I-I t-thought you were gonna teach me, fuck,” he groaned, hips snapping at an increasing pace.

You shook your head, apologetic whines leaving your lips. There was nothing to teach him, at least nothing you could teach him in the state you were currently in. 

The sight of you struggling, falling apart on his cock with tears of pleasure threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes, and the way your cries are beginning to sound more and more desperate brings him to full consciousness, awakening a sudden desire in him.

“Then take it back,” he grunted, 

“Huh?” you were mumbling, eyes barely able to stay open.

“Take it back, what you said about not knowing how to use my dick,”

Your breath hitched at his sudden boldness and change of demeanor.

“Say it,”

You gulped down any remaining pride. “J-Jake, fuck, you’re so s-so good with your cock,” you whined. Technically, you were speaking the truth, but you liked it more when he didn’t know how good he was. You liked your boys a little dumb.

“I’m sorry, ‘n I-I take it back,” you mumbled. Jake let out a squeaky moan at your words. You removed your hands that were clawing at his back to pinch at your nipples while you squirmed under him, and he had to close his eyes again to keep himself from cumming.

His pace was faltering from his enthusiastic thrusts, completely lost in his own pleasure and your needy expressions. Reaching down to thumb at your neglected clit with the limited knowledge he had from previous experiences, he noticed a slight bulge against your skin. 

You were writhing underneath him and he angled his hips upward with another experimental thrust, completely hypnotized by the view of his tip protruding right beneath your belly button. You let out a broken cry at the feeling, your climax building rapidly and waves of ecstasy washing over you as your walls spasmed from the combination of his fingers working against your clit and the weight of him pressing down on his bulge through your lower stomach. 

Just as he was impressing himself at how long he’d managed to last, he’s being made aware of your notable size difference. It felt like he was filling you to the hilt with just half his cock pumping in and out of you. With one last clench around him as you began to come down from your high, he was spilling into you with a strained groan of your name, your tight cunt milking him dry.

CUPID’S CORNER — nishimura riki

synopsis. because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.

pairing. best friend! riki x fem! reader

genre. smau, fluff, humour, slight angst

warnings. swearing, riki’s a little shit but so is yn😭 rikiyn are dense and just overall silly people in general

taglist. open, send an ASK to be added

author’s note. i lied about never having another smau. this is inspired by my friend submitting an embarrassing confession of me to one of those confession accs . i got my revenge tho😍

profiles 1! / profiles 2!

ONE — be my girlfriend TWO — my kyky THREE — get a job! stay away from her! FOUR — gimme chocolate FIVE — BS = bank statement . . . to be added