husband diaries: jay

synopsis moments in the life of jay and yn as a married couple.

ㅤ ﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤTINTS OF REDㅤ...ㅤ( 제이 )

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐄─────𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌. PART ONE

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ≧≦ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

jay swears this is not him.

palms sweaty, rubbing nervously over his knees, toes curling inside his loubutins, a drop of sweat trickles down his nape— is it the weather or you— he wishes he knew the answer to that.

his eyes take in your mannerisms, the way you tuck loose stands of hair behind your ear, the way your fingers flip through the papers. he feels like a teenage boy all over again, and this feels more like a first date than his daughter's parent's teacher meeting.

💭 ARGUMENTS WITH JAY …

the tears start the moment you hear the front door slam shut.

for the first few minutes, you helplessly try to convince yourself that you’re fine. you stand, frozen, in the middle of the living room with your arms folded tightly over your chest, staring at the front door as if looking at it long enough might somehow make everything that just happened feel less real. the apartment is exactly the same as it was before the argument. the lamp is still glowing in the corner, your half-finished drink is still sitting on the coffee table, and the blanket you had been sharing earlier is still crumpled at the end of the couch. everything looks painfully ordinary, which somehow makes the emptiness beside you feel even worse.

‎ AFTER HOURS ˎˊ˗ s.jy

✶ SYNOPSIS ── your coworker, jake, is the shameless office slut. he’s cocky, lazy, and infamous for fucking every girl in the office until they’re obsessed. you’re the opposite: organized, driven, and sick of his shit. your best friend heeseung keeps teasing you about the “sexual tension,” but you deny it every time.. until one night, you and jake end up staying after hours at the office.

✶ STARRING ── office fuckboy!jake, fem!reader, bsf!heeseung

✶ CAUTION! ── smut (minors dni), enemies to lovers, lots of cursing, office au, y/n overhears boss and jake getting freaky, unprotected sex (wrap it), spanking, lots of dirty talk, dumbification, cum play, masturbation, fingering, making out, kissing, breast play/sucking, spitting, dirty jokes, big dick!jake, teasing, heavy tension, mentions of gossip, jake is an absolute menace.

✶ DURATION ── 10.8k word oneshot.

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𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗨𝗜𝗧

❥ㅤㅤ(西村力)ㅤㅤxㅤㅤ 𝒇. readerㅤㅤ∴∵

warnings + tags : 18+ explicit content · religious themes · sacrilege · secret relationship · corruption of purity · risk of being caught · unprotected sex · creampie · fingering · nipple play · light degradation · “good girl” · “love” · “angel”

word count: 2,5k

𐔌🐰 ͡꒱ hey, english isn’t my first language. even though i’ve been studying it, i can still make mistakes, so please ignore them

"Watch and pray, so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Matthew 26:41

Never in his twenty years on earth had Riki imagined that he would be having sex with you, the holy daughter of a pastor who a few months ago had moved with his family into the house next to his. Your dad was a fraud, a charlatan who take advantage of the faithful through religion. You, on the other hand, were everything your dad had molded you to be: a pure, holy, innocent girl, unaware of the real world, who followed every word of the Bible to the letter — although some things had changed after meeting Riki.

And there he was, climbing in through your window while you are kneeling beside the bed saying your prayers like a good girl devoted to God. It doesn’t take long before you have his cock in your mouth, choking on how deep he is, trying not to make any noise, since your father could under no circumstances hear the filthy sounds coming from the room.

sweet ʚɞ

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ nsfw (mndi) ⟢ 993 ⟢ masturbation, interrupting him (calling him), guilt, voice kink, needy jake, love confession??, totally filthy gn...

ᝰ.ᐟ an — omg my first drabble??… we cheered💫

୨ৎ‧₊ jake felt so lucky to have a best friend like you. so funny and kind and considerate…and so fucking gorgeous.

he turned in his sheets and groaned into his pillow, longing to have you next to him. to have you as more than a friend. especially after the call you two just had. at least the last thing he got to hear before he went to sleep was your sweet voice.

as he was about to drift off, he felt the buzz of his phone on the nightstand. he reached for it blindly, face still planted in his pillow and brain still half-asleep. his eyes brightened when he saw it was a message from you.

his heart started pounding at all the possibilities. a sweet goodnight? a late night thought? maybe a reciprocation of feelings? hopefully?

jake's breath hitched in his throat when he swiped opened the message. it was a selfie. you were in bed in your dimly lit room, posing with a small stuffed animal in hand. 'good night♡'.

what made his brain short circuit was the fact that you were wearing a tank top, and nothing underneath, your nipples peeking through the thin, soft fabric.

he had seen you braless before; you claimed you were comfortable enough around him to do so. and he was grateful and honestly honored that you felt that way, but at the same time it was so damn distracting sometimes. it sucked having such a sexy best friend.

your face was tired and he could just imagine how you smelled knowing you just took a shower. just the way the selfie was set up…it was like you did it on purpose… just for him.

he felt his cock straining against his sweatpants. no…it wouldn't be right. you were his best friend, he couldn't jerk off to you… but it's not like you'd ever know about it.

jake bit his lip, breathing growing heavy as he fought the desire to touch himself. even so, his hand still found its way down his pants — fingers teasing over the tip that was already beginning to leak.

he gripped the base, staring at the picture and trying to imagine it was your hand, holding his cock instead of the plushie. he began to writhe and stifle whimpers as he started pumping with pressure.

he tried to imagine your voice from the call, saying his name so prettily: 'goodnight, jake. love you'

love him? god, he hoped you did. if you ever found out he did this you might kill him and never speak to him again. he felt like a huge pervert for doing this... would you even look at him the same?

he paused his hand for a moment before continuing. panting and biting his tongue in between his teeth, his mind weighed the pros and cons of this secret night of self indulgence.

for one, jake knew how he could get when it comes to you — obsessed and clingy. he already fantasizes about falling asleep next to you every night; touching himself to you could easily turn into an addiction for him.

jake let out a moan that sounded almost painful, throwing away those thoughts and reasons to stop. he didn't want to stop. it felt too good to stop; looking at the picture you sent just for him.

needy jake whines and fucks his hand, desperately pleading "i wish it was you, ah~." he moaned, muffled, into the mattress, soft brown hair fanning over the sheets. he sweetly called for you, "i need you so bad, baby."

he observed the photo, licking his lips as he stared at your pretty fingers, your lips, eyes exhausted from a long day so you called your best friend. 'i needed this, jake. thanks for letting me use you like a journal.'

you chuckled, joking, but he didn't find shit funny. he blatantly said you could use him as much as you like. and he meant it in every way possible.

the cock was slick with his own precum now, wet noises ringing in the room along with his pretty moans and whines. he pumped his cock at a tight, feverish pace. his legs shook and crossed from the pleasure.

the phone gripped in his free hand began to vibrate, your name appearing above the picture. absentmindedly, he pressed the green button, answering the call. his heartbeat sped up in alarm, when he realized.

he almost creamed in his hand when he heard your soft, sleepy voice lilt through the speaker. "jake? sorry if i woke you."

jake gulped thickly as his hips thrust uncontrollably. "h-hey…" he bit back a whimper when you let out a sleepy moan. "what's up?"

"i forgot to tell you something earlier… are you okay? i'm hearing noises."

"no! no, i'm fine. i just had a small cramp just now, fuck." he could feel himself getting closer.

you rambled about a story you were telling him on the phone before. jake tried to listen, he really did. but it was so hard when your voice captured him like honey during his filthy session.

"mmmn. mn hm?" he breathed into the phone, needy whines disguised by his faux attentive, questioning tone.

jake was ridden in guilt, but the intense desire he had for you overpowered it. this was just a one time thing… it'll never happen again. so long as you never send him anything like that again. he was too desperate and felt himself lose control easily.

he couldn't take it anymore and let some whimpers and faint moans slip out as he dragged himself away from the phone, your pretty voice still meandering across the wrinkled sea of sheets.

jake bit into his t-shirt, shuddering as he spilled into his palm, wet, hot and thick. chest still heaving and skin flushed, his ears were ringing and his heart pounded. "fuck, i love you." it was hushed enough so you couldn't quite make it out, but you asked again if he was alright. he strained a 'yes' and you continued.

he brought his shaky, moaning voice to the speaker, "really? tell me all about it."

sticky and exhilerated, jake lay splayed in his bed, this time actually listening intently. smiling and giving gentle assurances of "hmm?"s and "oh yeah?"s as you rambled softly into the night.

🛏️. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.

so rude — psh

SUMMARY: Sunghoon longs for you, his childhood friend, in a way that some might call peculiar. He likes to pick fights, he likes to see you mad. And the thing with Sunghoon is that he just doesn’t know when to quit his teasing, especially if it means more attention from you. It gets to a point in the night, though, when that’s all you're begging him to do.

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 8k+

GENRE: childhood!friend to lovers, smut, some angst, fluff, some toxic themes

WARNINGS: mdni, nsfw, porn with some plot ig, unprotected sex, drunk sex (both parties), dom!Sunghoon, mean!Sunghoon, tease!Sunghoon, slight exhibitionism, emotional constipation, jealousy, dacryphilia, desperate af, clothed sex, saliva, biting, hoon bicep, big dick, degradation, just straight up freaky lowkey i don't know what got into me, lmk if i missed anything

A/N: this sunghoon photoshoot literally rose me from the dead. that's how impactful this shit was. and i’m not gonna lie, this was written out of pure lust. i lowkey cooked. enjoy.

if you don't know ₊⊹〃psh

best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|| sunghoon’s mixtape

୨୧ genre: f2?, one-sided pining (and so much of it), angst |  words:  7.4k | cw: features soobin of txt as a very manipulative character (neither personal nor to spread negativity – simply for the sake of the story!) sunghoon is yearning SO MUCH, manipulation & lying, reader is clueless big time ୨୧

“... and now, look at this!” You exclaim excitedly, quickly jumping up from your bed and speeding to the kitchen. Your phone sits loosely in your hand, the angle far from what anyone would consider flattering – but Sunghoon can only really see your smile beaming through the screen.

You turn the camera, showing him the bouquet of white peonies you placed on your small kitchen table just about an hour ago. “Aren’t they so pretty?” You ask, slightly angling your phone right. For a moment, he rubs his hand over his chin, fingers grazing his lips just to hide the little smile forming on them. Then, he opens his mouth, but before he can reply, you beat him to it.

“And you know what?” You flip the camera back to your face again. “They were just sitting at my desk when I arrived at work.”

“Huh?” Sunghoon’s eyebrows shoot up slightly. “Who’d you get them from?” He asks – and if you weren’t so caught up in excitement, you probably would have noticed the hint of nervousness in his voice, almost as if he was scared of your answer.

“I have no clue,” you replied, eyes drifting off the screen and toward the flowers again. “I searched, but there’s no note, no nothing. But like, the coincidence? I love white peonies, but I don’t think I’ve ever even told anyone?”

You have, Sunghoon wants to say, but he doesn’t. Maybe just once or twice – definitely once when you passed the botanical garden you always said you wanted to visit. It was just some days after you’d called him crying because your then-boyfriend, or ‘the walking red flag’, as Sunghoon liked to call him, had broken up with you.

“I was so sure I’d marry him, Hoon,” you said back then, forcing a way too overfilled spoon of ice cream into your mouth while your best friend sat across from you and collected the tissues you’d dropped on his sofa. “And now he ruined my dream. I’ve always said I wanna be married by 25. And now, how am I going to get over him, find a new partner, and get married in just three years? Do you understand that he practically ruined my entire life?” 

Sunghoon couldn’t hold back a chuckle at how half of your words came muffled from the amount of ice cream in your mouth. He parted his lips, but you held up the spoon, signaling him to wait.

“Now don’t tell me that you were right when you said he’s a bitch. I don’t wanna hear it. I mean, you were right, he is a bitch. And it’s definitely for the better that I’m never gonna marry him,” you continued, moving the spoon around in the air energetically. “But what about my dream wedding?”

Sunghoon blankly looked at you for a moment. Then, without thinking about it further, he suggested, “if we’re both single by 25, we’ll just marry each other.”

His words cast a bewildered expression on your face. “I’ve seen you eating your boogers! Elaborate why I’d marry you?” 

“Well, because I–” he hesitated, swallowing hard to keep himself from blurting out his first thoughts again. That he’d liked you even before your now-ex did – not that you had taken it seriously when he’d said it. He hadn’t known what to expect at that time, when he’d finally worked up the courage to tell you about his feelings. Rejection maybe, an end to your friendship in the worst case. But certainly, you laughing it off and dismissing it with an amused ‘stop joking about things like that, you know I don’t buy it,’ was not it.

Consequently, he searched for something else to say. “I’m tolerable? And I’m handsome.”

You pointed the spoon at him as if he’d just blown your mind. “You’re actually right. I guess I could live with that,” you agreed, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Who even cares about him? I just think it’s funny how–”

“Sunghoon?” Your voice snaps him back to reality. Sunghoon blinks rapidly, eyes only slowly regaining focus. He quickly offers a tight smile that’s somehow still warm enough to appear apologetic. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” 

“I was just yapping about the flowers,” you say with a soft smile that almost makes Sunghoon’s heart swell a little, but it’s too soon replaced by something a little more insecure. “Do you think someone actually got them for me?”

You see his jaw flex as he hesitates for a moment, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallows. Then, he slowly nods his head.

“Yeah.”

𐙚 ⋆˚｡. ᵎᵎ

When Sunghoon’s phone screen lights up the next day, his eyes immediately snap from the Excel sheet in front of him to where the device lies on his desk. And though he expected the name on the display to be yours – practically waited for it while his right leg kept bouncing up and down – he still hesitates. But he can only stare at the screen for another minute before curiosity gets the best of him.

He doesn’t even realize how the corners of his lips curl up as he reads your message, too focused on how excited you sound, even over text. You explain how, when you came to the office this morning, a cup of takeaway coffee was already waiting for you on your desk. How it was placed perfectly in the middle of your small cloud-shaped coaster, and how it tastes exactly like the one you always take – although your order is a little specific, so you believe it’s just a coincidence. 

Over the next few weeks, you come to the office to printed-out notes taped to your computer screen, your go-to coffee or lunch order, and sometimes even another bouquet of your favorite flowers. And though it becomes routine for you to tell Sunghoon about it, his heart still drops to his stomach with every new message of yours.

“You know, I talked to Jungwon about it,” you say one evening in the middle of a round of Mario Kart that Sunghoon clearly leads. 

“Who?” Sunghoon asks, eyes flicking from the screen to you for just half a second. Your own eyes glued to the game, you don’t notice how his eyebrows crease a little. “Jungwon? My supervisor?” 

This time, Sunghoon turns to you a little longer. “What’d you talk to him about?”

He keeps looking at you in confusion until a small victorious giggle from you indicates that you surpassed him in the game, and his eyes dart back to the screen to catch up.

“The stuff, you know,” you reply.

Sunghoon tightens his grip on the controller. “Why would you talk about that with your supervisor?”

“He just asked where all of that is coming from,” you defend, trying your best to coordinate both explaining and not letting him catch up in the game. “He said it’s either someone close or someone who pays an awful lot of attention,” you continue with a huffed out laugh. “But he thinks that, either way, they’re very serious about it.”

Sunghoon freezes for a second, fingers still until his character comes to a full stop. “And what do you think?” He asks, voice a little quieter now, as if he’s not sure whether or not he really wants to know. As if he only asked to keep the conversation going, because silence would have felt even more terrifying.

“I don’t know, honestly,” you shrug. “But I trust him. Jungwon’s engaged, I guess he kinda gets how this stuff works.”

Sunghoon just hums, not really to respond, but rather to acknowledge what you said. He forces himself to push his character over the finish line, drops the controller into his lap, and leans back against the cushions. For a while, both of you just stare at the title screen in silence. Then, Sunghoon awkwardly clears his throat and shifts to turn to you. He looks at you, lips parted, but the words melt on his tongue when you turn to look at him, too. 

“What would you do if you found out?” He quietly asks after a while. To Sunghoon, it feels almost grotesque how much courage it took him to get these words out, only for you to shrug them off like nothing.

“I don’t know. Depends on who it is.”

His gaze drops to his lap and back up so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked at the wrong time. Then, he slowly nods. “Right.”

“I guess I’d have to find out first,” you chuckle, though it doesn’t really sound sincere. “I just can’t really get behind it.”

“Well, maybe they think they’re obvious,” Sunghoon’s words slip out before he even finishes the thought. He didn’t exactly want to say it out loud, but then again, he’s just being honest. Because it’s beyond him how you correctly guess whether a movie is going to have a happy or sad ending after watching just the first five minutes, or how, back in school, you could always do mental arithmetic before he even finished typing the numbers into his calculator. How you’re so fast to catch on to everything, but you couldn’t tell when someone is trying to compliment you. Not even if they brought a sign with LEDs blinking in the most hideous colors.

You look at him with furrowed brows, scan his face for a second, open your mouth, and close it again. He looks back at you, face blank and seemingly a little pale – or maybe you’re imagining that – but then he averts his eyes, and you snap back to the conversation with a quiet sigh.

“Then they’re terrible at being obvious.”

𐙚 ⋆˚｡. ᵎᵎ

“Sungoon!” You exclaim happily when your best friend opens the door. Careful not to ruin the gift bag you’re holding, you immediately sling your arms around his torso to give him a tight hug. “Happy birthday,” you mumble against his chest while he slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders. Just for a second, he closes his eyes, presses you against his body a little tighter, and takes in the gentle scent of your shampoo, before he lets go and takes a step back to look at you properly.

And he doesn’t know if it’s the dress you’re wearing, or if it’s the fact that it’s one of his favorite things on you, and you know, because he told you time and again – but it makes his throat tighten in a way that makes it hard to swallow, let alone breathe.

He barely registers how you hand him the bag. The only thing he notices is how soft your fingers feel when they graze his just slightly. He doesn’t even glance at the gift, not quite able to tear his eyes off of you.

“I have a surprise for you,” you say with a grin. “Do you remember what we said about getting married at 25?”

Sunghoon’s breath catches. Of course. Of course he remembers. If we’re both still single by 25, we’ll just marry each other. The words that slipped past his lips almost carelessly, yet probably the most honest thing he’s ever told you – and also the one thing he’s been overthinking ever since. Because what if you agreed out of sheer vulnerability? What if he took advantage of your state? Suggested something he wanted, masked as an offer to help you? Worse, what if you didn’t take it half as seriously as he did? Which, given that you never mentioned it again after sealing the deal with a pinky promise, seemed very likely. 

Of course he remembers. He’s just shocked that you do, too. Until now, he was almost sure you’d forgotten. Or that it was just never that big of a deal for you to begin with. But now you’re standing in front of him – in his favorite dress, on his twenty-fifth birthday, wearing that smile that makes his heart skip a beat or two. 

“Well, I finally found out who all that stuff was from,” you grin.

And even though Sunghoon has been waiting for this exact moment for so long, now that it’s here, he doesn’t know how to react. Doesn’t know how to feel. His heart is beating way too fast to be healthy, and he can feel how warm his palms have gotten, barely able to fight the urge to wipe the sweat off on the fabric of his pants. He wants to explain why he stopped trying to say it and started sending you flowers or coffee instead. He wants to sulk about how you never got the hint until now – how, in the past two weeks, he had to add a little ‘S’ at the end of each note for you to finally understand. He wants to interrupt you before you even speak, and at the same time, he knows he wouldn’t get out a single word. But he swears he would get down on one knee and make it official without even batting an eye – fuck a ring, he can find that later. He even knows exactly what he’d say, though he’d probably mix everything up terribly. He’s thought about this moment so often, has played through every possible scenario in his head. Yet none of them prepared him for this.

“I guess you don’t have to marry me anymore.”

At first, he’s not sure if he heard right. If it’s just his nerves that are messing with him. His head starts spinning, though he doesn’t know if that’s because of the words you said or because he’s trying desperately to make sense of them. His brows furrow, and he just looks at you. But his eyes don’t focus, too taken aback by the suddenness of what he was clearly not expecting.

“That’s Soobin. We work together, and… well, he’s my boyfriend,” you explain with a smile so bright it could light up the entire street – and maybe the next one, too. Sunghoon’s eyes dart to the man stepping out from his hiding spot next to the door.  

“Happy 25th birthday, Hoon!” Your arms sling around his waist one more time. Or at least Sunghoon thinks so. He doesn’t move, doesn’t even really register the way your chest presses against his, nor when you let go and squeeze past him through the doorway.

His eyes just stay on the man you introduced as your boyfriend not more than twenty seconds ago. Tall frame hovering over Sunghoon by just a bit, hair maybe half a shade darker than his own, and features just a hint softer. Hesitantly, Soobin extends his arm to offer the other a rather weak handshake. And when Sunghoon’s warm fingers curl around Soobin’s colder ones, goosebumps rise from there up his arm and to the very back of his neck, where they send a cold, uncomfortable shiver down his spine.

“Soobin,” he repeats your earlier introduction as if it hadn’t engraved itself in Sunghoon’s brain already.

“Sunghoon,” he responds, though the first syllable is swallowed by the dryness in his throat. He pulls back his hand, the loss of the cold not really offering the comfort he hoped it would, and finally tears his eyes away from the man in front of him. He turns to the side, only to realize you already brushed past him to greet your mutual friends, the heels you took off standing next to his own shoes – right where you always leave them. As if everything was normal, except that nothing really is.

“You’re the best friend she told me about, I’m guessing?” Soobin asks, not really out of interest, but rather for the need to fill the silence. Usually, Sunghoon would nod without a second thought. He’d probably feel pride. Because while he doesn’t give himself credit for a lot of things, he knows he is a good best friend. And then, somewhere further in the back, would be this feeling of acceptance that he’s grown familiar with by now – because he also knows that he’ll never be more than that. 

But this time, he doesn’t feel anything except for the uncomfortable squirm in his stomach. He turns his head and looks over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of you. His heart flutters ever so slightly when he sees you smile, but as quickly as the feeling comes, it leaves again. Because, while all these months, he felt like there might be a chance again that he’d be the one to call that smile his, the very reminder that all of that was nothing but wishful thinking is standing right in front of him.

“She can really be quite oblivious sometimes,” Soobin interrupts the thoughts running through Sunghoon’s mind.

“What do you–”

“Everyone with two working eyes can clearly see that you’re in love with her,” he states matter-of-factly. Like it’s the most normal thing to tell someone after meeting them just about five minutes ago.

Sunghoon gulps, more for the lack of words than anything else. He just steps aside and silently offers Soobin to come in, in hopes of finally escaping this conversation and drowning it down with a shot of vodka or two.

“So it was you, right?” Soobin asks after Sunghoon closes the door behind him.

Sunghoon’s brows furrow deeper. “Huh?”

Soobin snorts, although quietly. “All the gifts and the cheesy notes. They’re from you.”

Suddenly, Sunghoon’s breath catches. His jaw tightens as his entire body tenses. And while he wants to scream ‘yes’ at the top of his lungs, no words come out. Because more than anything else, he’s frustrated. Everyone with two working eyes can clearly see that you’re in love with her. Everyone but you.

Not trusting his voice, Sunghoon opts for a nod before he lowers his gaze just enough to escape the other’s eyes. 

“Well, but she thinks it was me, and she’s happy thinking that,” the tone of Soobin’s voice feels cold, freezing, almost like a threat. “You don’t want to ruin that for her, do you?” 

Sunghoon’s heart squeezes as he turns to look at you another time. The way you’re standing there, so painfully unaware of his feelings despite all his efforts. Unaware of the conversation he’s having with the man you probably already consider your soulmate – all while wearing his favorite dress on the day that was supposed to be for him only.

But when you smile again, nodding enthusiastically to whatever your friend just said, Sunghoon feels his heart drop. And before he can really register it, he shakes his head no. Because, of course, he wants you to be happy. And though he aches to be the reason for that, he cannot bring himself to take it away from you. It should feel wrong to keep a secret from you, especially one so big. It should feel like betrayal to let you build a relationship on a lie – on something he himself knows so much better. And somehow, it does. But then again, hiding the truth from you feels almost natural by now, for all the years you never really knew about his feelings – even if it was just because you didn’t want to.

“Good, because if you tell her anything, I’ll make sure you won’t see her again.”

Soobin’s words make Sunghoon’s head spin back around. 

“She’s my–”

“Your best friend, I know,” the other rolls his eyes, “but she’s just that. She won’t choose you over me. She’s never chosen you before, and she won’t do it now.”

𐙚 ⋆˚｡. ᵎᵎ

Even weeks later, Sunghoon finds himself replaying the conversation in his head. He knows it should have been the very moment he gives up for good, even tells himself that he’d get through it, that he’d be fine – that he’d given you up once before, though not really. But every painful lap of thoughts he runs in his mind ends with him putting in more effort. Not for his own good. Never for his own good. Simply for you.

Because he can’t get himself to take your smile away from you each time you happily tell him what your boyfriend surprised you with this time. For a moment, he even feels happy – stomach bubbling with excitement each time you beam about how happy something made you. Because he wants that for you, but also because he knows he’s the reason behind it. It floods him with pride, knowing that he chose the right thing, that he gave the right advice, that he proved yet again to know you like the back of his hand, and that he’d always put your happiness over his own.

And then, just seconds after, your smile would pull at his heartstrings. Because while he knows he’s the reason behind it, you don’t. And while he keeps doing everything just so your smile doesn’t fade, he betrays you at the same time.

But the longer he continues, the harder it feels to tell you. Not only because he doesn’t want to imagine how devastating the truth would feel – not only because he wants to make sure you never stop being happy and excited. But because he doesn’t want to lose you entirely.  She’s never chosen you before, and she won’t do it now, Soobin’s words linger in the back of Sunghoon’s mind each time he opens his mouth to let the truth tumble out like a waterfall. And so, he keeps his lips sealed and his words to himself.

Until one day, something you say almost mindlessly makes a shiver run down his spine. He doesn’t even remember how your conversation went there, just how your words came muffled from the spoon of fried rice you shoveled into your mouth a second before. “Well, I won’t be married by 25, but at least it’ll be someone who’s worth it, you know?”

When you say it, he just shrugs it off with a smile. But later that night, when you’re already back home, leaving only an empty takeout box and a trace of your perfume in his apartment, he’s blankly staring out of his kitchen window.

At least it’ll be someone who’s worth it. 

But it’s not. And that’s when Sunghoon finally decides that he can’t continue to keep the smile on your face. Not if it means basing it on a lie. Before he thinks about it, he shoots Soobin a text message, just two words before he hits send and blocks his contact. I’m out.

At first, nothing really changes, at least not with you. You still text him just as much, still meet every two weeks for a little work-and-life-debrief like you always do. You still sometimes tell him about Soobin, he still makes up excuses about why he doesn’t want to get into anything that comes close to dating. Not interested, or too much work, or too focused on going to the gym, or a date that just didn’t click – whatever is short enough to change topics. 

You still seem happy, which, for Sunghoon, feels like a strange mix of relief and devastation. It’s not that he wants you sad, it’s just that ultimately knowing that you don’t need him to be happy somehow stings a little more than hiding the truth does.

You do mention little discussions or illogical arguments with your boyfriend from time to time, but it doesn’t seem anything out of the ordinary of a normal, perfectly healthy relationship. And for some reason, that makes Sunghoon’s gut wrench even more. Before he knows it, he stops responding to your texts immediately, sometimes you don’t get a reply until two business days later. He doesn’t pick up the phone as quickly, every once in a while even watches it ring in his hands until the screen goes dark again. He starts finding excuses as to why he’s not available to see you. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because by now, seeing you evokes a mixture of longing and guilt that makes him want to vomit.

He still hangs out with you from time to time, but the air between you feels heavy now, nothing of the usual carefree and warm atmosphere that comes naturally with just being around Sunghoon. He feels different now, distant. Like seeing you is a tedious chore he wishes he could put off a little longer. Like he’s replying to your questions just because he has to, and his follow-up questions are plain decency and not genuine interest.

“And how was your weekend?” He asks flatly, eyes already back on the table as if he doesn’t even really want to hear your reply. You hesitate for a second, then shift in your chair, and grab your coffee from the table between you. “Nice,” you reply, voice equally empty. You sip on the almost empty drink, just to fill the silence between you with the annoying slurping sound the straw creates. “Dragged Soobin to the botanical garden. You know, the one I–”

“I know which one,” he interrupts. The unusual sharpness of his tone nearly makes you flinch, but although it feels a little irritating, you’re thankful for it. Because if it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t have looked to see his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head at the mention of Soobin’s name. And because now, you finally have a reason to confront him about his strange behavior.

“Am I bothering you?” 

Sunghoon’s jaw twitches with tension. Every ounce of his brain tells him to shake his head and mumble a quick apology and something about just not feeling too well today. But instead, he looks back at you without a word.

You bite the inside of your cheek, keeping your eyes on him as if you could see right behind the unusually cold demeanor. But when seconds turn into what feels like an eternity, you look away, shove your phone into your bag and reach for your jacket hanging behind your chair.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you say as dispassionately as you can muster before slapping a five dollar bill next to your empty cup and standing up. “You didn’t have to show up, you know. And since you clearly don’t want to see or talk to me, don’t force yourself next time. You’ve got my number in case you decide to finally grow up and tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”

Sunghoon catches the way your voice shakes ever so slightly, but before he can open his mouth to say something, anything to make it better – before he can stand up and grab your wrist – you turn around and leave.

And first, Sunghoon thinks he might finally be able to breathe again. That not being in your space wouldn’t feel as suffocating, that not talking to you for a while would feel like a break he needed. But it doesn’t. Nothing feels easier without you – it just makes his heart heavier by a ton. It’s strange to go days without any notice from you. His stomach churns whenever he lies awake at night, just thinking about how he, again, didn’t hear a single word from you that day. Sometimes, he wonders if you’re happier like that, or if you feel just as weird as he does. Then, he waits for his phone to light up with a message of yours, but it never does. 

And when one night, your last conversation replays in his head like a broken record, he decides to finally, finally act. To ‘grow up and tell you what the fuck is wrong with him.’ To tell you everything from the very start. How his feelings never changed, no matter whether or not you paid attention when he tried to confess them over and over again. How he kept searching for other ways to tell you as his twenty-fifth birthday approached – simply because you’d turn twenty-five not long after, and although he knew you wouldn’t be married by then, he, at the very least, wanted to have confessed. How his world crumbled when your coworker oh so easily took credit for everything, and he just continued like before because then at least he could love you from afar.

Because, like Soobin said, you’ve never chosen him before. But even if you won’t choose him now, and he won’t be yours in any way, at least he also won’t be a liar any longer. 

𐙚 ⋆˚｡. ᵎᵎ

Once Sunghoon stands in front of your door, he takes one deep breath, inhaling through his nose and pushing the air out through his lips with force. Before he allows himself to overthink it, he reaches for your doorbell and rings twice – not out of urgency, just because he’s always done it like that, always rang twice in a row so you knew it’s him without needing to check. As soon as the door opens, Sunghoon parts his lips, ready to stop you from sending him home again, but the words get stuck in his throat before he even has the chance to prepare saying them. His eyes move up from the spot where he expected to lock them with yours, so used to finding them that he knew exactly where to look. Except that this time, his eyes don’t soften at the sight of yours. Instead, his jaw tightens as his gaze lands on the shoulders of the first guy he should have expected, yet the last one he wanted to see.

“What are you doing here?” Soobin’s voice cuts through the momentary silence, the annoyed undertone enough to have Sunghoon curl his fingers into fists before he releases them. 

“Well, last time I checked, my best friend lived here,” he replies, finally locking eyes with the man in front of him, his gaze as sharp as he can manage to match the sarcastic tone of his voice.

“And last time I checked, you weren’t talking to her,” Soobin deadpans, equally sarcastic. Sunghoon holds eye contact for a while, jaw clenched, but breath coming calmer than ever. Then, he just pushes past the other and steps inside without the invitation or the permission to do so.

“Dude,” Soobin says as he grabs Sunghoon’s arm, trying to pull him back toward and out the door, “she doesn’t want to see you.” The words make Sunghoon’s jaw tighten, yet his response remains calm. “Really? And how would you know?”

Soobin pulls his eyebrows together firmly, the irritation clearly written on his face. “I just know her.” 

“You know nothing about her. I bet you don’t even know what her favorite color is,” Sunghoon replies as he yanks his arm from the others’ grip and walks further inside the apartment, looking around the corners to try to catch a glimpse of you somewhere. Soobin opens his mouth, but the answer doesn’t come right away, and the tiny moment of hesitation is enough for Sunghoon to know he’s right. 

“Thought so. It’s blue – light blue to be exact. Unless it comes to flowers, then she likes white ones. Yellow when they’re tulips,” Sunghoon rambles, finally stopping in the kitchen and turning around to Soobin, who followed all along. “I’m sure you also don’t know she takes her vanilla latte with oat milk and one extra pump of vanilla, but she never drinks the last sip ‘cause she says it tastes weird. And by the way,” he points to a chocolate bar on the kitchen counter that has a sticky note with your name scribbled on it, “she’s not gonna eat that one. She hates the brand.” He pulls off the sticky note, crumpling it in his hands. “And she’s allergic to almonds anyway.”

Soobin’s silence and the quick look away from Sunghoon’s face just motivates the latter to continue. “She collects receipts and random stuff for her journal, although she never adds them to it. She has a scar on her right knee because she tripped over her untied shoelaces as a kid, and that’s why she always double knots them now.” Soobin pulls his eyebrows closer together and grits his teeth, just slightly, but enough for his jaw to pop out a little. “You remembering a bunch of random facts about her doesn’t mean you know her better than I do. I know how she likes to be kissed and what–”

Taking another step toward him, Sunghoon interrupts Soobin with a forced chuckle. “Have you ever even noticed that she always sleeps on the wall-side of the bed?”

Instead of responding, Soobin just scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief.

“You sure as hell sound obsessed,” he finally remarks, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and annoyance. “How’d that help you? You know all that stuff, but she still didn’t choose you.”

“She didn’t. But I chose her. Over and over, and you know what? I’d do it again. I’d choose her–” the sharp sound of porcelain shattering cuts him off. Both men stir around to where the noise came from, and Sunghoon swears he feels his heart drop at the sight of you standing in the kitchen entrance, the remnants of your favorite mug and whatever drink it held inside pooling at your feet. Your eyes are glassy, yet your face doesn’t give away any sort of emotion. Suddenly, it’s like his airways swell, his heart racing with worry, or anger, or maybe a mixture of both. He wants to step closer, wants to reach out to you and cup your face with his large hands. He wants to apologize, wants to hold you through every emotion and every thought, but his feet stay rooted in place.

“I’d choose her in every lifetime,” he says so quietly that it almost comes out as a whisper. His eyes never leave yours, not even to follow the single tear that rolls down your cheek. You do the same, only now allowing yourself to truly look. To look behind just the color of his eyes – to see all the feelings they carry. Shock, worry, fear, regret, maybe. Fondness, sincerity, love.

“Get out,” you finally break the silence, tone low yet firm enough to leave no room for questions or arguments. You catch Sunghoon’s eyes widen, searching yours almost desperately for any sign that you don’t mean it, that you want him to stay. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but when the words don’t come out, he swallows them with a gulp.

Soobin looks back and forth between you and Sunghoon, furrowing his brows deeper. “You heard her,” he presses as he reaches out to grab Sunghoon’s arm, ready to ultimately pull him to the door again. That’s when you finally break eye contact to look at your boyfriend instead. “I wasn’t talking about him. Get out, Soobin.”

His head snaps towards you, surprise etched onto his features as he takes a step closer to you. “Babe–” he begins, but you wordlessly interrupt him by holding up your hand. “I don’t wanna hear it. I said get out,” you repeat firmly, not stepping back even when Soobin takes another step towards you. You hold his gaze, your eyes colder than Sunghoon has ever seen them before. Just as he’s about to say something, Soobin holds his hands up in surrender and steps past you, not without brushing your shoulder with his arm.

You keep your eyes on the spot where he stood just seconds ago, waiting to hear the door shut, expecting to feel some kind of relief. But relief doesn’t come. The room feels just as hot, the air just as thick, and the weight of every word spoken between the two men still feels heavy on your chest, somehow making it hard to breathe. The silence feels uncomfortable, oppressive almost.

“How is that possible?” you break it, the earlier firmness in your voice now replaced by sheer vulnerability. Sunghoon bites the inside of his cheek, absentmindedly picking on the skin around his nails while keeping his eyes on you, although you’re not looking at him.

“How did he get everything right, when he never even knew my favorite color?” you ask again.

And Sunghoon doesn’t know if you’re asking him, but he doesn’t want to reply, suddenly not ready to face your reaction, although the intention of his visit in the first place was to finally open up to you.

You scan the room, your eyes wandering from the chocolate bar on the kitchen counter to the crumpled sticky note in Sunghoon’s hand, finally landing on the broken mug in front of you. The one Sunghoon had gifted you back when you went through your first-ever heartbreak. Back when he scolded you for consuming an absurd amount of ‘comfort hot chocolate’, but still got you a cute mug to drink it from. Back when you made the promise to get married if you were both still single by the age of twenty-five.

And then, the realization hits you. How, suddenly, all the little gifts and notes began to appear just two months before Sunghoon’s birthday. How you did not just imagine it when you saw his face drop ever so slightly as you introduced Soobin to him on that exact day.

“It was never him to begin with,” you mumble, more to yourself but just clear enough for Sunghoon to register your words. You look up from the floor, tentatively letting your gaze wander up to his own. “Right?” you ask, but he stays silent.

“Right, Sunghoon?” you repeat. He doesn’t want to say yes, doesn’t even want to do so much as nod, but when your eyes almost desperately search his for confirmation, he swears he can hear his heart cracking a little. So, swallowing hard, he slowly nods his head.

Although your vision is blurred, you can make sense of his movement – the short nod that makes your throat tighten unbelievably more. You try to take a deep, shaky breath, but it cuts short, transforming into a quiet sob as you feel your tears slowly dampen your cheeks.

“Why did you let him take credit just like that?” you almost whisper, not really trusting your voice. His gaze drops to the floor for a second before his eyes are back on yours again, but he doesn’t answer. He just looks at you with a softness that shouldn’t exist in a moment like this, his eyes holding not only regret, but also acceptance. As if he already made peace with the fact that, even now, he wouldn’t be good enough.

Instead of replying, he takes a slow step forward, giving you enough time to step back if you want to. But when you stay in place, he closes the distance between you with another step and carefully reaches for your cheeks, where he cups your face with both of his hands and tenderly wipes away the new tears spilling from your eyes.

“I just wanted you to be happy,” he says after a while, his voice almost painfully soft despite the clear distress on his face and the slight tremble in his hands. You swallow down a sob, shaking your head the best you can with his hands holding you, but eventually, you step back from his gentle grip.

“You knew he was lying to me and you just let it happen,” you say, a little louder, a little more frustrated, this time. “Worse, you helped him! You let me believe it, you–” A sob interrupts you mid-sentence.

He reaches out again, slowly, almost hesitantly, reaches for your arm and pulls you against his chest. His arms wrap around you as you just stand there for a moment until you give in with another sob and wrap your arms around his waist, too. You curl your fingers around the fabric of his shirt tightly, while you bury your face in his chest, letting his hand draw soothing circles on your back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. 

“Then why did you never tell me?” You carefully take a step back to look up at him, his eyes glassy and his jaw tight.

“You’ve never taken it seriously when I told you the truth.” His voice is hoarse, a little quieter than usual. “And I’d rather you be happy with him than look at me and wish it had been someone else.”

The words feel like a punch to the gut. They send shivers down your spine, nearly making you shudder. Not only out of guilt, but because you’ve never seen him so vulnerable before. And because, suddenly, it feels like all this time you thought you knew your best friend like the back of your hand, you knew nothing at all.

“I– Sunghoon, I wouldn’t. I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t want to know.”

Your jaw tenses as the tears in your eyes blur Sunghoon’s image until you can only make out his silhouette. Your brain is fogged with so many overlapping thoughts, so many emotions surging through you at once that you can’t even really focus on feeling any of them.

“I really thought you were joking when you said it the first time,” you force though your throat feels dry.

“And the second? Or the third?”

You part your lips, but you don’t know what to say. And if you’re honest, you don’t have an excuse either. After all, he’s right. You heard him the first time. You heard him the second and the third, too. You just didn’t want to think about it. Because you weren’t sure if he’s honest, though you never allowed him to prove himself either. Because you weren’t ready, though you never asked if he’d wait. Or because you were scared that romantic feelings would ruin the most beautiful thing in your life, only for it to end up ruined anyways.

“I just stopped ‘cause I didn’t want to push you into something you either didn’t want or weren’t ready for. Whatever it was, it was clear,” he states, voice just a little less shaky now. 

“Sunghoon…”

“I’m not blaming you. I’m definitely not trying to argue. I just,” he sighs, “I gave up, you know? I realized I wouldn’t get to be with you in that way, and I just made peace with that. I don’t know if that makes sense, but I decided that it’s better to love you from afar than to ever risk losing you.”

You just silently step closer again, arms slinging around his torso tightly. You rest your head against his chest, listening closely how his shaky breath flattens with each minute you just stand like this. You take in his scent – his perfume, his laundry detergent, and something so unmistakably him. Something you’ve subconsciously grown so familiar with, that, by now, it smells like home.

“I’m sorry I put you through all that,” you whisper.

Sunghoon gently lets go of your hug, only to cup your face and angle your head up to him. He gives you a little smile, and though it’s genuine, and his eyes soften when they meet yours, he can’t hide the hint of sadness. 

“I’d do it again,” he whispers back.

“Is it too late for us? If you give me time, I–”

You cut off when he shakes his head. The smile is still plastered on his face, but his eyes look just a bit too dull to match it. “I don’t want you to do this out of pity, Y/N. Everything’s a bit much and confusing now,” his thumbs soothe over your reddened cheeks, “but I don’t want to do this just because you feel like you have to. You don’t owe me anything. And if I get to stay your friend, then that’s all I need.”

“I’m serious. I want to try. I just… I’ll need time. I don’t want this to feel like a rebound for you.”

He looks at you, searching your face for any sign that you don’t mean it – that this is just something you said in the heat of the moment. But instead, he finds nothing but vulnerability and honesty. And something in the back of his heart refuses to give up. Tells him to reach for the last straw of anything he can get, not only because he’s waited for this for so long, but also because this time, it feels so much more honest than ever before.

“Take the time you need,” he reassures gently, his fingers absentmindedly swiping over your cheeks. “I’ll be here waiting when you’re ready, okay? No matter how long it takes. I’ll always wait for you.”

© dazzlingjaeyun, 2025. please don't copy, translate, or post on any other platforms. find my other works here.

⋆. ̊ — lessons in anatomy

wc: 3.5k

warnings: yang jungwon x fem!reader , one sided enemies , mean dom!won , humiliation , academic humiliation ( is this a thing ) , oral m!receiving , fingering , p in v , mocking , spit , hair pulling , creampie (don’t do it) , breeding kink , hate fucking (i think idk lowkey) , dumbification , crying , pet names (baby, good/stupid/dumb girl, slut) , cum eating , edging , not proof read

roses thoughts… i really wanted to get something out so here’s this filth LOL. i’m working on a longer, more personal fic as well. no idea when it’ll be out but make sure you keep an eye out ok… as always, asks and reblogs are always appreciated

playlist: feel good - clara la san // bad thing (bunny hop) - ariana grande // freak - doja cat //

slide into me | pjs

synopsis: in which your night shift ends in the backrooms and the only way out is through him.

genre: backrooms au

pairing: entity!jay x afab reader

warnings: dubcon, very weird descriptions of places, descriptions of flesh, mean dom!jay, gaslighter!jay, mocking, teasing, invisible binding, oral (f. rec), fingering, clit slapping, spitting, manhandling, overstimulating, dirty talk, degrading, dacryphilia, unprotected p in v, jay has a demon dick!!!! lowkey a breeding kink sprinkled in there, creampie, i think that’s it..

wc: 9.1k

girls goon too

pairing ↠ stepbro!sunghoon x (f) reader x stepbro!heeseung

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, stepcest, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving) / face fucking, virgin! reader, dubcon

summary ↠ sunghoon can't take it anymore. you just won't stop gooning in your bedroom for all the world to hear, and he's tired of it. he's pretty sure all you do with your spare time is watch porn. heeseung suggests that he just jerks off, but his morals won't let him; until he decides that he can't hold back anymore. he has to shut you up.

wc ↠ 5.3k

a/n ↠ nohyuck version of this fic originally posted on my blog revehae. i am not plagiarizing myself. this is my apology for missing my friday night drabble post. as always, feedback is appreciated!

don’t like it, don’t read.

“she’s doing it again,” sunghoon grumbled, walking into heeseung’s bedroom. only because the door was ajar, though. he knew the sight he’d walk in on if it was completely closed would be worse than what you were surely doing.

heeseung snickered, eyes fixed on his computer. “what’s the occasion? sixth-month gooning anniversary?”

sunghoon scoffed. he didn’t know why you did it. he thought jake was bad, but you were next level. “i thought surely she would give us a break for november.”

“and she did,” heeseung quipped, moving his mouse. “for all of three days.”

cherry-red quiet.

you’ve warned heeseung this would happen sooner than later, but your best friend has never really been good at listening.

you tell yourself exactly that when he gags and retches in the toilet for the fifth time that night, grimacing at the sight and rubbing a slow, gentle path down the expanse of his back to console him. you can feel his muscles twitch and shudder at every heave, and you feel sorry for him, bit by bit.

“you shouldn’t have drank so much, hee,” you whisper, quiet and solemn as you tuck a stray cherry-red strand behind his ear. he’s damp with sweat from the strain of throwing up, and you kindly dab away at it with the sleeve of your sweater.

he looks small like this, curled up on himself in a corner of the small bathroom—a stark contrast to his big, cocky self just a few hours prior; when he downed five shots and three bottles of beer in a row, for no good reason besides impressing the little audience he had. audience being you.

he paid no mind when you told him it wasn't a good idea to challenge his alcohol tolerance right off the bat, only plastering that preening smile of his on his face that ticked you off just the right amount.

"relax," he had cooed. "i'm going to be alright. this isn't my first rodeo, babe."

it sure wasn't his first rodeo, but it meant turning his stomach inside out right after isn't the first time, either.

it’s cramped in the tiny bathroom—you’ve offered more than once to give him some space, but he’d stubbornly refused, clinging onto you even though you know and he knows that the stuffiness would make him feel worse.

heeseung groans, sluggish when his knees slip a little on the tiled floor and he slumps against you.

you feel awful for him. you wish he didn't like to drink so much.

he shuffles so that he’s peering up at you, and he grins. wide and unabashed, as if he had not a care in the world.

“hey,” he hiccups. “hey, you. what's with the frowny face?"

his fingers curl under your jaw, thumb sliding over the pudge of your cheek. he pinches it—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to startle you—and pulls so that your lips quirk up at the edges. "i'm totally fine, sweetheart, you don't have to worry 'bout anything.” he tries to sound confident, but his voice tapers off into a murmur of sounds instead of coherent words at the end. he's pretty much wasted, almost too far gone.

“y'look pretty tonight. smile for me?”

you sigh. "heeseung.”

"babe." he cups your face in both hands now. “smile for me, please?”

he squishes and squishes your cheeks until you swat his hands away, giving in and smiling half-heartedly. heeseung decides he’s not satisfied and pulls at your lips a little more, grinning when he is and leans in to smush his nose against yours clumsily, almost head-butting you in the process. "that's better. y're so pretty."

you sigh again. he’s lucky he’s so cute.

a silence falls as heeseung sidles up to you, wriggling his arms underneath yours and pushing his face into your shoulder. he hums like he’s contented—he probably is, it doesn't take much to please him when he's drunk—his breath warm against your neck.

the soft quietness that comes after the sickly chaos isn’t a first, either—it’s the reason why you put up with all his drunken antics in the first place. he’s a heat-seeking missile and undeniably affectionate, but most especially when it comes to you. always you.

he looks at you like he’s about to fall asleep, but the affection is there, you can tell. he always look at you that way, you realize, but it’s more evident when he’s got alcohol in his system. a sticky sweetness that has your insides squirming with something you’re not sure you could name.

it makes you nervous.

“do you want to go home?” you ask eventually, watching his eyes droop and droop. heeseung gives you a noncommittal hum, and your arms around his shoulder squeeze him gently.

“yeah, i do,” he mumbles. "but only if you come home with me."

oh.

you've been over at his place more times than you can count, so you don't know why you feel your heart stumble and your stomach drop a little.

“stay with me…” heeseung’s voice is barely a whisper, you have to strain to hear him. he giggles. “sleep with me, even.”

he catches your eye, sees the flustered expression in them, and laughs heartily. “not like that, silly. never like that.” you don’t know if the way your heart stutters is because of relief or disappointment.

“never like that, unless you want to. i’d never do anything you don’t want to do.”

honey and molten gold coat his words and you think he forgets that he’s your best friend sometimes. you forget too, and selfishly, you wish to forget all the time.

you wish you were something more than this.

so, you say yes. “i know, heeseung. i wasn’t thinking about it anyway, you were. gross,” the smile you give him is a little more genuine, a little more playful when you shrug him off your shoulder and push him into sitting straight. well, hunched, in his case. he hasn’t stopped smiling, either.

“let’s go home, yeah? and the next time you drink yourself into oblivion like this? i’m not coming to your rescue, hot stuff. ‘i’m going to be fine,’ my buttcheeks.”

heeseung chortles. “hot stuff. you think i’m hot.”

you push his face away when he leans in again, brows wiggling. “in your dreams.”

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lovesick 𑣲.

spiderman!jake x superfan!reader ₊ ⊹

wc: 3.8k

warnings: reader-insert fic, female reader, written in third person (sorry, I had a hard time getting into second person for some reason), romance, fluff with a pining setup, brief violence (attempted mugging, knife mentioned but non-graphic), canon-typical superhero elements, teen and up! no explicit content today :p not beta read

keep it coming pls i love spidey jake :<

| WEB M3 UP ft. SJY

What happens when you take out Jake's universal inhibitor chip? The only thing keeping him from losing control..

PAIRING: SPIDER!JAKE 𝓍 FEM!READER CONTENT: oneshot // 5.4k WORD COUNT: fluff // smut no major brand new day spoilers. established relationship. ⦸ jake kinda losing control. mean jake. brat taming. dacryphilia. light bondage. baby, slut, good girl. jakey. cervix fucking. orgasm control. breeding kink. squirting. cream pie. spanking. a little pain kink. overstimulation. oral (f receiving). cum eating. multiple orgasms. high ass fucking sex drive bro.

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Your sex life with Jake could not be called boring, not in the slightest. Your boyfriend knows your body, he knows what you like, he knows what you don't like. He knows how to wreck you until you're nothing but a collapsed panting mess.

TANGLED HEARTS.

25.8k wc⠀‎❀⠀spiderman au ♪♪ spiderman! sim jaeyun x fem! reader 𐧘 explicit mature content, made-up villains (re references), jake's lowkey a loser here, cameos of other idols, heejay yaoi, angst with comfort, attempted humor, sexual tension, unprotected sex,, whiny & needy jake, inappropriate usage of webs, happy ending. lmk if i miss anything!

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tangled hearts taglist: @jaylaxies, @heetaki, @hyuckzcult, @huhjae, @lovelyinhell.

from author: i decided to bring this 15k big baby back from the attic since i'm back in my spiderman phase. expect more spiderman fics sooner or later, i guess.

"Ow! Fuck fuck fuck."

A certain boy hissed, muttering a beautiful string of curses that he's sure his deceased grandmother will have a heart attack if she hears it, as he tripped over his own feet, body growing heavier as every second passed, feeling his strength leaving his body.

It's a miracle he managed to swing his way back home without dropping dead somewhere. Yes, swing, like from one building to another because he isn't your typical university student. Well, to be more specific, he is a university student but once the night falls and when the sun sets, he becomes someone else.

Someone who's the current hot news—Spider-Man himself.