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You always carry around chapsticks for your best friend who constantly has chapped lips and won’t stop biting them ꒰ wc: 1.7k ꒱

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Your best friend always had a habit, a bad one. Every second of the day, you would catch him with his lower lip wedged between his teeth or relentlessly picking at it with his fingers.

Today was no exception.

You both found yourselves in the university library, desperately attempting to study for the upcoming physics exam. Well, to be precise, Jake was valiantly trying to tutor you. The library was quite full today, bustling with students diligently cramming their studies in preparation for a looming test. Amidst the crowd, you and Jake sought refuge in a seat tucked away in the farthest corner, a deliberate choice to distance yourselves from the commotion.

As you glanced across the table, you examined Jake, head dropped low, deeply engrossed in scanning the textbook. You let out an exasperated groan and rolled your eyes as you once again observed him absentmindedly nibbling on his bottom lip. You had hoped your little sound of annoyance would capture his attention, yet to no avail. The boy remained completely engrossed in the textbook, oblivious to your attempts. His lip, now visibly bruised from incessant biting, served as a testament to his unwavering focus. 

Beneath the table, you discreetly employed your foot to gently kick his shin, hoping to catch his attention. What you didn't expect was his overexaggerated reaction. 

“Ow! Y/N! What on earth was that for?!” He whisper-screamed while clutching his leg. You narrowed your eyes at him, clicking your teeth disapprovingly, arms crossed, fixated on his reaction. 

“Sim Jaeyun.” A palpable tension filled the air as Jake stiffened upon hearing his full name roll off your tongue.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake gulped, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. 

You let out a huff before launching into a passionate rant. “First off, I didn’t even kick you that hard, and secondly, how many times have I told you to stop torturing your poor lip?” You raise your eyebrows at the poor boy, who is now smiling nervously at you. 

Jake’s nerves got the best of him, causing a nervous chuckle to escape his lips, only for it to quickly morph into a fit of coughs. You swiftly push your water bottle towards him, watching as he promptly unscrews the cap and eagerly downing the liquid. While patiently waiting for him to finish, you idly spin your pen between your fingers, a subtle display of restlessness. 

Jake downs the whole bottle, casting an apologetic glance your way, before deftly tossing it into the nearby trashcan. Your eyes followed it, observing as it gracefully descended with a satisfying swish. “Let’s go!” Jake exclaimed, pumping his fist triumphantly into the air, celebrating his small victory. You were far from amused, your face contorting into a disapproving frown as you watched his little stunt. Jake cast a timid glance in your direction before whining, “But, Y/N~” he pouted, “I can’t help it,” he insisted, eyes big and wide looking at you. 

You cursed silently at your heart for skipping a beat, your stomach fluttering at the sight of his pleading puppy eyes. Why did Jake Sim have to be so incredibly, infuriatingly cute all the time? It really isn’t helping with your unrequited love for him that you had tried so hard to suppress and ignore. 

With a deep breath, you look up, eyes widening, when you realize Jake had subtly moved closer to you with his chin resting on his hands.

“W-what? Quit staring at me like that,” you stammered, clearing your throat, your eyes darting around, trying to find something to look at to avoid his stare. As you attempted to shift backward, an involuntary whine escaped your lips when you realized the chair had tapped against the wall, leaving you effectively trapped and unable to create any further distance between yourself and Jake. 

There were moments like this when you had come dangerously close to losing your composure and almost confessing your love for him. 

I mean, how could you not fall in love? 

How could you not fall in love when he was the one running to multiple convenient stores at 4 in the morning trying to find you medicine when you broke down with a fever?

How could you not fall in love when he was the only one around for you when your parents got a divorce?

How could you not fall in love when he worked his ass off in high school just so you guys could go to the same university? 

How could you not fall in love when he’s the one who knows everything about you? Your likes and dislikes, he even knows of your little ritual of needing all the numbers you punch into the microwave to add up to 9. 

How could you not fall in love when he was the only one who remembered your birthday every year, always buying you cakes and showering you with presents? 

How could you not fall in love when it was so easy to do so?

At one point, you started to realize that Jake was just Jake, always so incredibly kind and nice. Always wanting to make people happy, sometimes even forgetting his own happiness. He was so selfless, so caring for those around him.

You weren’t special.

He was always like this and with everyone. But that was exactly the reason why you fell for him, hard. 

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Jake’s giggles. As you looked up, you’re met with the sight of him puckering his lips at you playfully. You frown upon seeing him, Jake has no idea the things he does to you. If only he knew the thoughts swirling in your mind at that moment. How you longed to lean forward and press your lips against his. 

“What?”

Jake whined, “You know what, don’t play dumb,” he huffed.

You roll your eyes as you begin to fumble through your backpack. 

 “Hurry, hurry, I want the grape-flavored one.” Jake waves his hands at you. 

“Jake, what if I don’t have that one,” you sigh, frantically rummaging through your disorganized bag. 

Jake extended his arms behind his head, leaning back in the chair with a playful smirk. “No way,” he countered, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You always have the whole collection with you. I still remember you saying, ‘I always have chapstick on me, so you better not complain about your lips being chapped,’ blah blah blah.” Jake bursts out laughing after his poor attempt at mimicking your high school voice. 

You blow air into your cheeks, puffing them up in defiance as you pull out the grape-flavored chapstick. With a subtle smirk, you uncapped it, holding it in front of Jake. “Since you’re so unappreciative, Jake Sim,” you taunted playfully, “I guess I’ll find someone else who needs my chapstick more.” The teasing tone in your voice was accompanied by a flicker of amusement as you began applying the chapstick on your lips slowly while maintaining eye contact with him. 

Jake’s throat tightened as he swallowed hard, watching as the chapstick glided across your lips, tugging it, leaving a faint trail of moisture and a hint of the sweet scent in the air. He quickly leaned forward, hands reaching out to softly wrap around your wrist, stopping you. The sudden touch sent a jolt of electricity through both of you, the connection palpable as his warm grasp held you gently but firmly, preventing any further application. 

“No,” Jake protested, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he frowned. “Your chapsticks are only for me.” 

You halted, eyes widening, “What did he mean by that?” 

Before you can react, Jake gently pulls your hand forward, guiding it toward him and stopping once the chapstick hits his lips. He lets go of your wrist, eyebrows raising, gesturing for you to apply the chapstick for him. 

You gulped nervously before applying pressure down, smoothly lathering the chapstick onto Jake’s chapped lips, careful not to reopen any cuts. All the while, you could feel Jake’s stare on your face, slowly following your every movement. The sensation of his unwavering gaze sent shivers down your spine. The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the connection between the two of you, silently speaking volumes in that fleeting moment. 

Suddenly, you feel Jake’s hands grab onto your wrist again, except this time, he isn’t gentle. He gripped it, tugging you forward, causing you to drop the chapstick. You had no time to react before you felt Jake’s lips press against yours. 

Huh?

Jake’s lip? On yours. 

As the weight of the moment fully registered, your eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets, as you felt the tender movement of Jake’s lips against yours.

You had fantasized about this moment countless times, and you always imagined how it would feel like to finally kiss Jake. But nothing could compare to how you felt at that moment. 

You closed your eyes, drowning yourself in the warm sensation that enveloped you. You could feel the corners of his mouth curl into a gentle smile as he felt your lips begin to move against his.

Kissing Jake was everything you could ever dream of.

Kissing Jake was like running barefoot through a sun-kissed field of dandelions, soft, gentle, and free. Your lips fit perfectly together as if you were made for each other. 

A startled gasp escaped your lips as you felt a gentle glide of Jake’s tongue against the seam of your lips, causing your eyes to snap open in surprise. You find yourself staring into Jake’s equally surprised eyes, and for a moment, none of you say anything. 

You don’t know who started it, but the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, forehead pressed against each other, releasing the built-up tension that had accumulated from the unexpected kiss.

With a gentle smile on your lips and a sparkle in your eyes, you and Jake exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the significance of the moment. You both had crossed the line that marked the turning point in your relationship, and yet, neither of you seemed to mind. 

Jake pulled away first, thumb swiping at his lips. 

“So sweet,” he smirked as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. 

You let out a heartfelt laugh as you swat at his arm playfully, “Shut up,” you mumbled, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. 

Jake grins, looking at you, “Let’s go home. I wanna taste all the other chapsticks.”

You couldn’t help but mirror Jake’s grin, heart swelling with love.

“Okay.”

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a/n: i had sooo much fun writing this (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) as soon as the idea popped into my mind i was like this fic is built for Jake! i hope u guys like it as much as i did hehe! as always reblogs, comments, and likes are vvv much appreciated! <3

enha's hyung line splits into Jake and Sunghoon aka "there you go, that's my angel, taking me so well" vs. Heeseung and Jay aka "don't be such a baby, hm? you can take a little more than this, can't you?"

one of my first posts and after further analysis i've come to the conclusion that they actually split into four completely different categories:

"i know it's big, baby, but you're taking me so well. there you go, that's my good girl. i'm so proud of you, angel girl, keep going yeah? want me to hold your throat? or do you want me to rub your cute clit? yeah? look at you, using your words just how i like it"– soft dom!jay

"don't go all shy on daddy now, pretty girl, you're almost there. i know you can do it, always making me so proud. daddy's gonna stuff you full just how you like it, would be mean if i didn't reward my pretty girl, right?" – soft daddy dom!heeseung

"oh? look at you, baby, you're drooling and I haven't even put it in yet, how cutely pathetic you are. almost makes me forget what a brat you can be but you know i always remember. god, you're making a mess of yourself, baby. such a pretty little whore, aren't you?" – slightly teasing rough dom!jake

"now now, don't be a crybaby, princess. you've been so greedy, you know better than that. i guess it's time i fuck some manners into that cute brain of yours again hm? since it seems like i've already fucked you completely stupid" – mean/hard dom!sunghoon 🥺

HARD THOUGHT — ENHA.

late night drive with heeseung, where you're out getting some food as well, and he stops at an almost empty parking lot just to have his fingers buried deep inside you. his voice whispers you to be quiet.

"that's it. look at that, baby – so much better when you're not pushing my hand away hm?" he says when you try to make him stop lest someone catches you and you're now embarrassed, but heeseung just won't stop.

note. take this as a first time me writing for enha, bc im having thoughts. lemme know if you want to be tagged in future fics and @hee-pster 🤭🤭 you're welcome

-` holding hands with enhypen ´-

holding hands with heeseung is intimate. he focuses his attention on you entirely, thumb rubbing over your palm, idle fingers spinning the rings he bought you on your fingers, gently tracing every line of your hand, claiming he ‘needs to know every part of you like it’s his job.’ he prides himself on knowing you well — which is why he presses a kiss to your hand every time he moves to stop holding it — he knows you like it, from the shy smile on your face to the way you rub your fingers over the spot he kissed when you think he’s not looking. 

rest under the cut!

I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.

dude.

$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.

re-reblogging and thinking about when i have another collection agency calling that i can just do this

heeseung was washing the small amount of dishes you left after eating ramen. it had been a long day and after lots of laziness, heeseung decided to get up and at least do something. you were just on your phone texting your best friend since there was really nothing better to do. she let you in on all the drama and told you all the small details. then you'd tell heeseung about the drama and get his take on it.

you decided to at least do your hair and freshen up a bit. you went into the restroom and brushed your hair out, putting it in a messy bun before splashing your face with water. you dried your hair with the soft towel. you look a little more awake than before. you grabbed your tinted lip balm and applied some on before walking out your room.

POCKY | sim jaeyun x fem ! reader

cursing & smut & fluff & best friends to lovers au & university au & pocky game & more under the cut !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

i almost threw up bc i thought about heejake and their cute little angel whom they use to release some of their pent up frustration yet never once go too rough bc they cant besr the thought of hurting you im gonna cry lol

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS

I POSTET THIS HALF AN HOUR BEFORE MY JOB INTERVIEW AND I GOT THE JOB OH MY GOD

the first time i reblogged this i got enha tickets, now i want txt tickets pls 🕴️

8:16am

heeseung feels arms circle around his waist as he continues tying up his tie for the day. he hums in question.

you can't help but want to stop him from going to work. you want him to stay home and enjoy your california king bed and silk sheets, so you voice this.

"come back to bed," your arms circle around him tighter.

heeseung lets out a chuckle, "why?"

this has you shy. he knows why, he's just being mean. instead of answering you unwrap your hands from around him. he turns around to face you instead, with each step he takes forward, you take one back.

"why?" heeseung repeats, walking you until the back of your knees hit the bed. at this point you're blushing. he was too pretty and he knew it.

"just cause..." you reply, eyes darting around the room. heeseung steps towards you again, causing you to sit on the bed. he leans down and sets his hand on the base of your neck, pushing you softly to lay down.

"i think i know why..." he kneels on the bed, placing his knee between your thighs, "you still gotta tell me baby"

you whine out, getting shy at the thought of voicing out what you were picturing in your brain.

heeseung throws his head back in a condescending laugh. he pushes your thighs open with his hands, caressing and squeezing them.

"why wont you tell me pretty girl? you know i'll give it to you."

11:32pm

Jake couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked while talking up his friends. Tonight you both were sat in a booth on the terrace of a wine bar, the party as whole more tipsy than anyone would like to admit.

Jake takes the time to admire your pretty little outfit. He thinks the color dress you chose matches your skin tone so well that he cant help but feel his cheeks heat up. He wants you. right now. he takes one hand and presses it to your thigh, the other coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear as you continue conversing with his friends.

you take a bit of a break, looking back to see jake flashing his million dollar smile. you give him a quick kiss and turn back around to continue doing the conversating as it was clear that Jake was going to be of no use.

Jake licks his lips. he needed to figure out how to get you the fuck out of this bar and on to his bed. he scoots closer to you, the hand on your thigh inching up, breath fanning at the back of your neck. he looks around, scanning the crowd to make sure there were no peaking eyes. as soon as he confirms safely, he presses a kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

"Y/n..."

the scratchiness of his voice makes your thighs rub together. you muster up the courage to respond,

"yes jaeyun?"

"lemme take you home," jakes hand begins to shimmy its way in between your thighs.

"stop playing, we are out with your friends."

jake scoffs and continues to move his fingers deftly up your thighs, now reaching the outline of your panties,

"I'd fuck you in front of them too but i figured you'd be more comfortable in our bedroom."

You turn around, scandalized. cheeks red and jaw just about on the floor. jake sees this and giggles, reaching to close your mouth,

"careful baby, you'll catch flies."

"Jake I'm serious. let me socialize in peace."

jake pretends to think about it and then sits back with a sigh, hand now moving up and down your thigh.

he ponders more on how to get you into his bed. at this point he's nearly salivating. you have a pretty vivienne westwood choker on and it's making him dizzy. he sits up again to whisper in your ear,

"c'mon baby, let me take care of you, hmm?" jake softly kisses your earlobe.

you sigh in contentment, letting jake continue his ministrations,

"don't you want me to make you feel good? stretch you out? make you cum?"

jake is now leaving kisses behind your ear and down your neck. it's a miracle nobody's noticed.

you sigh again, a slow nod forcing its way out. jake jumps up and announces that you guys are gonna have an early night in. after some swift goodbyes, you are walking out of the bar, jake bouncing as he walks.

he walks behind you with his hands pressed against your stomach, whole body pressing against you to hide how hard he is,

"Y/n i swear to god i'm gonna let you ride my face for hours."

you giggle in return, swatting at his hands. secretly you hoped he meant it.

And mean it he did.

you'd gotten home an hour ago, stripping clothes starting at the door, heavy petting through the kitchen, fucking the first round out in the hallway, the second round on the edge of the bed, and now you're hovering over jake's face.

Jake kisses where he can reach on your thighs trying to coax you into relaxing.

"Y/n, baby, I know you're nervous but if i die i promise i'll die a happy and content man."

"you're so fucking unserious sim."

you begin to climb off when jakes hand grabs you by the thigh,

"you tryna take this pretty pussy away from me?"

his hands move up to your hips, guiding you back over his mouth.

"sit y/n."

your legs shake out of nerves. you'd never sat on a mans face before out of fear of suffocating them and your previous partners we're never great at giving and would much rather be on the receiving end. Jake, however, was a giver. Jake loved to give. jake would eat your pussy all day long if you'd let him.

"Please baby, sit on my face."

Jake looks up at you with puppy eyes and you cant help but give in. As you lower yourself down jake whimpers out, mouth in search of your cunt before you are fully situated.

After 15 minutes, jake has made you cum twice, refusing to let you up until hes covered in you.

"jake- please baby"

jake hums and continues moving his tongue in and out of you, thumb circling your clit.

"I'm too sensitive."

you try and push his head away. jake grunts,

"one more baby. please give me one more."

"jaeyun..."

Jake looks up at you, pupils blown wide, cheeks red and lips glossy.

"I need it angel, just one more for me."

You think on it for a second. your legs are sore and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"My thighs hurt."

jakes eyebrows raise in concern,

"You wanna stop?"

you quickly shake your head no- as sore as you were there was nothing quite as hot as pussy drunk jake. your first two orgasms he mightve been moaning more than you.

jake begins to kiss at your thighs, massaging them.

"tell me you want to keep going. I'll flip you over and bury my head between your thighs so that you won't have to lift a finger, but i need you to tell me you want it."

your stomach swirls delightfully,

"I want it."

jake gives you a boyish grin,

"'Atta girl."

You fall sick right before a big trip with your friends, and your boyfriend tries to comfort you ꒰ wc: 1.0k꒱

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With a heavy sigh, you disconnected from the FaceTime call with your friends, reluctantly disconnecting from the lively atmosphere on the other side. While a part of you was genuinely glad they were having a great time, an undercurrent of disappointment coursed through your veins, aching to be a part of those cherished moments. 

The past week undoubtedly marked the worst and most challenging days of your life. You and your friends had anticipated this planned trip for months now, eagerly counting down the days until its long-awaited arrival. You guys were all excited to have one last adventure together that would mark the end of your highschool careers. And, as fate would have it, lucky old you broke down with a fever just a day before the designated date. To compound your misery, what truly weighed on your heart was the fact that your boyfriend had insisted on staying behind and taking care of you. Heeseung was looking forward to this trip as much as you did, maybe even more. It was the last time everyone would be together again before going off on their separate paths for college. But despite your protests, Heeseung stayed behind with you, together waving out the window at your friends who came to bid goodbye. 

For the past few days, Heeseung never left your side, always checking up on you as you lay in bed like a sack of potatoes. 

You were lost in your thoughts, looking at pictures that your friends had sent you when you heard a soft knock outside your bedroom. Hastily, you shut off your phone, shoving it under your pillow as you pretend to be asleep. You hear soft footsteps getting closer before stopping before your bedside. 

“Princess,” your boyfriend’s gentle voice rings out, breaking the silence, “It’s time to drink your medication.” 

Clutching the blanket tighter around your body, you turn to the other side, avoiding direct eye contact with Heeseung. “Just put it there,” you mumble. You hear him let out a sigh before setting down the tray on your nightstand. Heeseung leans forward, his hand gliding tenderly across your forehead. You relax into his touch, finding comfort in his extremely cool temperature. 

“Princess, you’re still burning up. I’m not leaving before you drink this.” His voice is stern. You don’t answer. Instead, you close your eyes, a silent gesture concealing the welling tears that threaten to escape, betraying the emotional turmoil within. 

You turn around slowly, small hands reaching out to tug on the fabric of Heeseung’s sleeves. Heeseung’s eyes soften at the sight of your pained expression and the slight pout adorning your lips. He’s quick to kneel down to your eye level, head gently laying on his folded arms as they rest upon your bed. “Does it hurt?” 

Shaking your head no, you draw up your blanket, concealing your face beneath its comforting embrace. After a moment of silence, a choked sob escapes from your lips, carrying the weight of your emotions. “I’m sorry,” you manage to utter, your voice laced with guilt and vulnerability. 

Silence. 

With a tinge of worry, your head cautiously peeks out, wondering if Heeseung might be genuinely upset. To your surprise, you find him struggling to contain a laugh, his eyes crinkling with amusement. You frown at his reaction, sitting up, “Heeseung, I’m serious. It’s my fault that you weren’t able to spend the last trip with your childhood friends.” After letting out the truth, all your emotions spilled out of you. Your lips quiver, tears welling up in your eyes, as Heeseung's expression shifts to one of deep concern. Without hesitation, he rushes to your side, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“Princess, I’ve already told you,” he reassures you, his voice filled with sincerity. “I don’t care. I willingly stayed back. None of this is your fault.”

“But, if I hadn’t gotten sick,” you cry out, tears blurring your vision, “we would’ve all been having fun together, sharing laughter and tears for the last time.” Your anguish tugs at Heeseung’s heart, breaking it a little at your crying state. Seeing you sick and yearning for the company of your friends hurts him more than missing out on the trip ever could. He would trade anything to bring you comfort and happiness at that moment. He tenderly presses his forehead against yours. “Look at me, princess,” he murmurs softly. “Your illness is already painful enough for me, please don’t be upset over this. The trip isn’t going to be the last time we can be together. We can always reunite during college. The boys all promised that they would come back during breaks too. We can still create new memories together, just like we always have.”

You sniff softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “Hee, I’m going to miss them so much.” 

“I know, princess. It’s gonna be hard at first, but no matter what we’ll always find our way back to you.” He leans in, pressing a tender kiss on your nose, a gentle reminder of his love for you. He wipes your tears away, “Now, let’s drink your medicine,” he suggests, his voice gentle yet determined. “Afterwards, I’ll microwave us some popcorn, and we can snuggle up together to watch a movie. How does that sound, okay?” He smiles warmly, aiming to bring a smile to your face.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you respond, “Hee, I’m sick. Popcorn will only make it worse.”

Heeseung chuckles, his laughter filling the air. “Oops, my bad,” he admits, a playful glint in his eyes. “In that case, I’ll make us some comforting tea and you can pick the movie.” 

A slight pout forms on your lips, and tears of happiness well up in your eyes as you whisper, “I love you, Hee.”

Heeseung’s tender smile deepens, “I love you too, princess. And I promise, we’re all going to be okay.”

His words embrace you like a warm blanket, enveloping you in a sense of security and love that reassures you that, with him by your side, you can overcome anything.

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a/n: thank u for reading to the end! I wrote this while at work so it’s not proofread or anything T T let’s hope there r no mistakes 😓 but hopefully this can comfort u when ur feeling sick or down! as always reblogs, comments, and likes r vv much appreciated :)

𝟚 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 - 𝕃. ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘

❥pairing: heeseung + female reader!

❥warnings: NONE.

❥genre: fluff.

❥summary: inspired by “2 MUCH” from Justin Bieber.

Number of words: 1k

Find your way around!

Just a lil something I made real quick hope you like it

You and your boyfriend heeseung lie on your backs in his bed, staring up at the lights on the ceiling in his bedroom, hands interwind, enjoying each other’s presence.

A comfortable silence fills the small room as you’re both lost in thought about none other than each other.

PECK ! | JAKE SIM ! | WC ! 0.6K | CONNECT

PAIRINGS ! boyfriend ¡ jake x fem ¡ reader

SUMMERY ! jake comforts his girlfriend and they end up being all lovely dovely

GENERE ! comfort , fluff

WARNINGs ! reader being sad for no reason , tears , kissing , lip biting , cheek biting , use of nicknames , spelling errors , mention of food ?

A/N ! you can’t tell me that jake isn’t this type of boyfriend :

things heeseung would say during semx :3

“beautiful .. you’re so beautiful. can I take a picture of you like this?”

“open your eyes and keep them on mine, yeah angel?”

“shhh, don’t you dare,” *removes your hand from your mouth* “wanna hear you, wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

“where do you want it? in your mouth or tummy?”

“touch yourself, don’t be shy and show me baby.”

“mine,” *head buried in your cunt as he finger fucks you* “this pussy is fucking mine, only mine.”

“open your mouth,” *spits in it* “good girl, now swallow it.”

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐓. 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 "𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘"

— cw: fem!reader, dd/lg (obviously), implied ch0king, bre/eding

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 can tell you didn’t mean to say it nor did you actually realized it had slipped out, yet he simply can’t stop himself from repeating it over and over again in his head. seung knew you’ve always wanted him to take care of you, even if you didn’t directly say it, your behavior was all he ever needed and he’s been happy to be exactly what you crave and want ever without hesitation. he loves taking care of you, it makes him feel in control and at ease, fills his masculinity in just the right ways and gives him a different kind of comfort. especially when he’s got you all fucked out, not able to mumble a single word without drooling and making a mess of yourself like the good girl you are. Whenever you’re riding him, Seung can tell you’re at the absolute peak of your high, yet he’s never expected you to take it to this point. “Daddy”, the word itself isn’t particularly what makes his eyes roll into the back of his head and tighten his grip on your soft waist, it’s the way you say it. Full of despair, need and adoration, like it’s the only word in your vocabulary and the fact he feels your cunt clenching around his cock like a goddamn vice doesn’t help him in any way. that’s the first time he feels himself lose every bit of composure he had left, joining you as he stumbles over the edge and paints the inside of your pussy with his cum and a loud groan. “Such a good fucking girl”, voice hoarse and deeper than usual, his hands finds its way around your delicate throat to make sure you look at him with those pretty, fucked out eyes, “such a good fucking girl for Daddy.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 feels his chest fill with nothing but adoration and love as soon as this tiny, yet forbidden title falls past your swollen lips. you’re not looking at him, too lost in the way his big cock fills your tiny cunt in the most perfect way possible and his pretty fingers rubbing circles into your hardened clit. but jongseong knows this was meant to happen, even if it was an accident. for a solid minute, he stops in his tracks. dark hair messily sticking to his sweaty forehead, his pretty eyes roaming your face like he’s looking for a confirmation that this actually just happened. like he’s desperately trying to make sure his biggest fantasy has actually become reality. “say it again”, the tone of his deep voice leaves absolutely no room for discussion; he doesn’t give a flying fuck about the way you’re getting more and more flustered as the realisation of what you had just said becomes more clearly. “come on, angel girl”, this time jjong can’t help but beg. he needs to hear you say it again, he needs to know you actually meant it, “please.” you don’t even notice the way his hand has gently grabbed your face to maintain the eye contact, his heavy breathing and the throbbing of his hard cock inside of your sensitive cunt clouding your brain and before you can even stop yourself in shame, you look at him and whisper a soft “please, Daddy” not realising you’ve given him a free pass to finally live out his most desired dreams.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 doesn’t really know what to do. for some reason, he finds himself with his face buried in the crook of your neck trying to catch his breath. jaeyun’s brain tries to desperately process your little “more, daddy, please” like he’s about to write a whole essay about it. the moment he lifts his head, he’s met with the delicious sight of your tear stained cheeks, drool covered chin and bit swollen lips before he finally lets his gaze finds yours. “f-fuck”, jaeyun grunts and pushes his cock deeper into your cunt with a particularly hard thrust because he knows you’re too fucked out, way too far gone to back out of this now and he’s definitely gonna take advantage of it. he would have never even admitted it to himself, yet hearing you use this sweet, sweet yet oh so bad spoken title for him is something he’s been thinking about since the first time he’s gotten a taste of you. to know you’re apparently just ss into it as he feels like his biggest dream is coming true. “go ahead then, baby”, he whispers against your lips and pushes his hand in between your bodies as he slowly picks up his steady rhythm again, making sure to rub your cute clit just how you like it to push you into the sweetest haze of pleasure, “be good for Daddy and cum, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 just starts chuckling because he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting this to happen soon. the amount of times he watched you bite your lip to try and stop yourself from actually using the sweet title has become uncountable and as he replays the sound of it in his head, a wave of pride hits him. so, hoon just straightens himself and reaches for your throat to pull you up and pulls your back flush against his toned chest before he places the most gentle kiss on your sweaty cheek. he can tell from the way you’re whimpering that the new position hits new yet perfect spots, your hot, spongy walls gripping his thick cock with such intensity, he feels like passing out for a good second just to regain his composure and wrap his hand around your pretty tit and gently toying with your sensitive nipple just how you like it. “don’t get all shy on me now, princess”, he mumbles into your ear and pulls the lobe in between his teeth, a groan escaping his throat when you moan in response to his words, “you’re always so good for me, so go ahead and say it again, will you?” sunghoon doesn’f rush you, just slowly thrusts his cock in and out of your cute cunt to push you to the edge; the urge to hear you begging for more easily overwhelms his senses. “please, Daddy”, your voice is a mere whisper, yet more than enough for sunghoon’s eyes to roll back and make his cock twitch inside of you. “there you go”, his voice has gotten raspier and hoarser than you’ve ever heard, not realising the little title causing it, “Daddy’s perfect little princess. I’m so proud of you.”