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Now why tf did I just get a HATE comment on ao3….. the jobless behavior of it all

I just played the Enhpen promotional game for Desire: Unleashed, I highly reccomend if you haven't played it yet. It was quite refresing to sit down and play something for 20 minutes and solve a few puzzles.

Wardrobe malfunction! Headcanons// enhypen helping you get dressed// hyung line only

Cw/ hyungline x f!reader/ skinship/ mentions of crying (not angst though!)/ established relationship/ Jake’s is suggestive if you squint/ Jay’s has alcohol mention/lmk if I missed anything/ not proofread

An// I’m open to doing a maknae line post too if anyone wants it// let me know if you like this!

이희승

“Heeseungggg!” You shout across your apartment, dragging out the last letter of his name in earnest. A moment later he appears, leaning into the door of your shared bedroom.

“What is it, angel?”

You’re standing in front of him in a full face of makeup, hair perfectly braided and styled, with the only thing out of place being your outfit. You huff,

“I can’t zip up my dress by myself. Can you help?” The way he looks at you makes your stomach twist, and you thank your foundation for covering what must be the reddening of your cheeks. His gaze softens even more, straightening from the door to walk behind you.

“Of course.” He carefully shifts your hair to one shoulder, trying his best to not disturb the intricate style. He delicately grasps the zipper pull, tugging shallowly, “You look gorgeous, angel.” He finishes pulling up the zipper and sets your hair back to its original position. “Prettiest girl I know.”

His arms slip down to your waist, making eye contact with you in the mirror of your vanity. He turns to kiss you on the temple, fondness pouring out of him. “Do you need help with anything else?” You shake your head, words being beyond you at the sweetness of his actions.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just call if you need anything else.” You push up on your toes to kiss him gently on his cheek, your lipstick leaving a bright pink mark beside his nose. You scrunch your nose at the sight of the mark, already twisting out of his grip to grab makeup remover.

“I got my lipstick on you, I’m sorry.” You’re inches from his face with a cotton round when Heeseung grabs your wrist.

“Leave it, baby. Gotta make sure everyone knows I’m yours.” You look to the floor in embarrassment before he continues, “I’ll be in my office if you need any more help, okay? Or any more kisses.” He kisses your forehead this time, knowing you’re particular about your lipstick and not wanting to mess it up.

“Thank you, Seung.” He turns out of your bedroom to go back into his office, leaving you with heated cheeks and dizzy with affection.

박종성

Jay starts looking for you about ten minutes after you had left to go to the restroom. He knew you could take care of yourself, but there were too many people at this party for him to be comfortable with not knowing where you were. He walks up a staircase, where the host had said the spare bathroom was when you two arrived, and he knocks softly on the white-painted door.

Your voice sounds from behind the wood, meek and small,

“Sorry, occupied!” Jay sighs, happy that he’s found you.

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Is everything okay?” He hears you gasp from behind the door, before the metal lock clicks and the door handle spins to open the door towards you.

“Jay? Please help me.” You pull him into the small bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sets his beer on the white countertop, taking in your form.

You don’t appear hurt in any way, which is a relief, but your cheeks are flushed in the way that’s a telltale sign you’re frustrated.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What happened?” You take a deep breath, obviously relieved that you aren’t alone anymore.

“I came up here to go to the bathroom and as I was putting my dress back on one of the buttons fell off. I can’t go back downstairs like this!” Jay’s eyes flick down to the neckline of your dress, which was now plunging down further than anything you’d ever owned, due to the top-most button being missing. The spaces between the buttons meant that he could see far more of your chest than he would ever want anyone else to see, much less the entirety of the party downstairs.

Before he even answers, he’s shrugging off the leather jacket he was wearing,

“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Take my jacket.” He helps you into the black jacket, zipping it up to the height where your neckline sat before. “Everything’s okay, sweetheart. Take a breath for me, okay?” You take a deep breath, visibly more relaxed than before. “Thank you, Jay. I was so worried I’d have to go downstairs to get you and be around so many people like that.” He nods along, validating your concerns at every turn. “It’s okay, pretty. Do you want to go back to the party now?” You nod, a smile finally surfacing now that you aren’t so anxious. Jay opens the door, and you both walk back downstairs together.

심재윤

Jake has been watching you intently for the last hour as you’ve gotten ready to go to a birthday party for your friend. You always start with your makeup, taking time to make sure every part was perfectly placed before moving on to the next step. After you were finished with that you’d do your hair, tucking each strand carefully into the style of your choosing, and with a lot of help from hairspray when needed. After this it was time to choose an outfit, Jake’s favorite part.

He perks up as soon as you walk towards the closet you share, shuffling through dresses and skirts to find something appealing to you. You throw a skirt and top onto the edge of the bed near Jake’s feet, rifling through a box for a pair of tights. After compiling the pieces you also pick out shoes, a pair of strappy white heels being your eventual choice.

Jake is sitting up fully as you lift your head to start getting dressed. You slip the tights on with some difficulty, trying not to snag them, and start reaching for your top when you notice his puppy eyes from across the bed.

Jake’s full attention is on you now, not even pretending to be looking at his phone. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, and he finds it adorable. “Is something wrong?” You ask him, completely clueless. He stands up from the bed, already reaching for the rest of your outfit.

“What’s the point of even having a boyfriend if you won’t let me help you get dressed?” He responds in a labored tone, already ushering you to sit down on the edge of the bed. You sigh dramatically,

“Really, Jake? Is that why you’ve been looking at me like that since I got out of the shower?” He nods distractedly, already moving onto your skirt. He unzips it from the side and wraps it around you like a belt, briefly urging you to stand so he could position it correctly before zipping it back up. You sit down again, leaning towards him for a kiss.

He obliges without hesitation, and you’ve been dating long enough to know he doesn’t mind the shiny residue left by your lipgloss.

He drops to his knees to help you with your shoes, and you know this is what he was looking forward to, always helping you in and out of whatever footwear you chose for the day, no matter what you were leaving for.

His hand steadies his movements on your calf, thin tights doing nothing to stop the heat from his palms coming through. He ties the laces of your heels in a neat bow before standing up again.

“You look so beautiful, my love. Do you really have to leave?” You stand to kiss him again, heels doing wonders for your height difference.

“I won’t be gone long, only a few hours. And then you’ll get to take this all off me, okay handsome?” You push your hands through his hair, watching his sharp features light up at your words. He nods,

“Okay, baby. Have fun. Don’t let anyone steal your heart while you’re out.” You kiss him again, lingering just long enough to mess up your lipgloss for good.

박성훈

Sunghoon ducks into the bathroom of your apartment, confused as to why you haven’t come out since you’re supposed to be leaving soon. He walks in on you red-faced and with tears threatening to ruin your makeup.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He puts his hand on your shoulder, hoping to comfort you in any way. Your eyes flick up at him, heartbreakingly upset.

“We’re supposed to be leaving and I look terrible!” Your breaths are loud and labored, like you’re trying not to get closer to crying.

Sunghoon didn’t notice a single thing out of place with your appearance, either. Adorable outfit, perfect makeup. He furrows his brows at your words,

“You look perfect, angel. What are you talking about?” You get visibly frustrated, obviously thinking he’s lying to you to preserve your feelings.

“My shoes don’t match my outfit since I can’t find my white ones, my makeup looks terrible and I don’t know why, and I don’t know what to do with my hair. I look terrible!” Sunghoon takes a deep breath, trying his best to figure out how to triage the situation. He settles on shoes, since that’s what you mentioned first. His gaze softens on you,

“I understand, sweetheart. Let’s fix that, okay?” He helps you onto the counter, away from the mirror, so all you could see was him. “You left your white shoes under the bed last week, baby, since I took them off you.” He ducks out of the bathroom and swipes them from under your bed, quickly changing them for you.

He then looks at your makeup, trying to notice any differences from how you usually do it. He finds it quickly. “And you forgot your blush at the studio when you showed up for practice on Tuesday, remember? You aren’t used to not wearing any.” Sunghoon rifles through your makeup bag, finding a seldom-used liquid blush at the bottom. “How about you turn around and try this and see if you feel better, okay?” Now that he’s taken the pressure of your appearance off of you, he can tell you feel a little better. You spin yourself, still sitting on the countertop but facing the mirror. With you faced the other way, Sunghoon can get a better look at your hair now. He quickly separates two sections, pulling them back from your ears and using a ribbon from your drawer to tie it back, creating a simple half-up half-down look. After you’ve finished applying your blush you look at his work on your hair, eyes lighting up. You spin yourself around towards him, arms reaching out for him.

“I feel so much better. Thank you for helping, Hoon.” He nods, happy to see you relaxed and smiling. He helps you down from the counter, making sure you’re steady on your feet before dragging you out of the apartment,

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late!”

Jealousy, Jealousy

Texts with hyungline!// seeing you talking to another guy while out

Cw// jealousy/ established relationships/ suggestive mention (jake)/ violence mention (sunghoon)/ lmk if I missed anything!

An// this is just something to post before Bad Enough For You since I’m still writing it <3// hope you like it! master list for my works will also be going up after the jake fic

TEASER:

Bad Enough for You -SJY

Expected post date// before the end of the month (hopefully)

Warnings// none for now

An// not proofread

Jake was good at a great deal of things. A double major in Physics and Planetary Science, a thriving social circle, a basketball team he fit seamlessly into. He knew he was good at a lot, and he proved this to himself everyday by continuing to ace his classes and hold onto all those finicky interpersonal relationships that come with college. His professors adored him, and he was always in the secondary, tighter knit group chat when it came to apartment hangouts and spontaneous outings. Jake was good at so, *so* many things.

No one's perfect though. He was decidedly *not* good at lying. He never had been. This was not something he could chip away at until he became good at it. He couldn’t study it, or look at it from a different angle. He was frankly, terrible at it. Everyone that knew him past a few conversations or a couple beers knew this too.

And not only was lying a bad look on him, it was a very obvious one. His cheeks would go flushed and his eyes would dart to avoid contact with anyone around. If he avoided these tells his hands would give him away, wringing themselves at his waist in a way that was entirely uncharacteristic for him in any other circumstance. He simply couldn’t lie. But he needed to figure out how to.

You had a reputation that preceded you by a mile. You go through four boyfriends a semester, each one warning whoever might be next that you weren’t worth the trouble. It never worked. Within days of being single you would have another guy on your arm, some tall, dark-eyed jock to sweep you off your feet for a couple weeks before you’d drop them from boredom.

It seemed you had no preference for height, major, class standing, or otherwise. All you wanted were jerks. Guys that were unapproachable, rude, overly sarcastic. Not just to everyone else, but also to you.

Jake couldn’t wrap his head around this in a way that made sense for him.

Why would you want a boyfriend that’s an asshole to you? He can’t really rationalize it. But he doesn’t care. He needs you. He’s been watching you from afar for so long it makes his heart ache (and other parts of him too). He can’t stand it any longer, and you’ve just dropped your most recent boy toy, only two weeks into the fall semester.

In the short term, this means he has to figure out a way to talk to you without making a fool of himself. In the long term, this means he has to figure out how to be an unbearable asshole to the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, or he will die trying.

You walk across the courtyard on your way to class, one of the first times he’s seen you on campus alone. No boy of the week to hang off of right now. He knows it won’t last for long, he has to figure out a plan fast. He slumps his head into a physics textbook he’s already read cover to cover. He’s screwed.

Wardrobe malfunction! Headcanons// enhypen helping you get dressed// hyung line only

Cw/ hyungline x f!reader/ skinship/ mentions of crying (not angst though!)/ established relationship/ Jake’s is suggestive if you squint/ Jay’s has alcohol mention/lmk if I missed anything/ not proofread

An// I’m open to doing a maknae line post too if anyone wants it// let me know if you like this!

이희승

“Heeseungggg!” You shout across your apartment, dragging out the last letter of his name in earnest. A moment later he appears, leaning into the door of your shared bedroom.

“What is it, angel?”

You’re standing in front of him in a full face of makeup, hair perfectly braided and styled, with the only thing out of place being your outfit. You huff,

“I can’t zip up my dress by myself. Can you help?” The way he looks at you makes your stomach twist, and you thank your foundation for covering what must be the reddening of your cheeks. His gaze softens even more, straightening from the door to walk behind you.

“Of course.” He carefully shifts your hair to one shoulder, trying his best to not disturb the intricate style. He delicately grasps the zipper pull, tugging shallowly, “You look gorgeous, angel.” He finishes pulling up the zipper and sets your hair back to its original position. “Prettiest girl I know.”

His arms slip down to your waist, making eye contact with you in the mirror of your vanity. He turns to kiss you on the temple, fondness pouring out of him. “Do you need help with anything else?” You shake your head, words being beyond you at the sweetness of his actions.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just call if you need anything else.” You push up on your toes to kiss him gently on his cheek, your lipstick leaving a bright pink mark beside his nose. You scrunch your nose at the sight of the mark, already twisting out of his grip to grab makeup remover.

“I got my lipstick on you, I’m sorry.” You’re inches from his face with a cotton round when Heeseung grabs your wrist.

“Leave it, baby. Gotta make sure everyone knows I’m yours.” You look to the floor in embarrassment before he continues, “I’ll be in my office if you need any more help, okay? Or any more kisses.” He kisses your forehead this time, knowing you’re particular about your lipstick and not wanting to mess it up.

“Thank you, Seung.” He turns out of your bedroom to go back into his office, leaving you with heated cheeks and dizzy with affection.

박종성

Jay starts looking for you about ten minutes after you had left to go to the restroom. He knew you could take care of yourself, but there were too many people at this party for him to be comfortable with not knowing where you were. He walks up a staircase, where the host had said the spare bathroom was when you two arrived, and he knocks softly on the white-painted door.

Your voice sounds from behind the wood, meek and small,

“Sorry, occupied!” Jay sighs, happy that he’s found you.

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Is everything okay?” He hears you gasp from behind the door, before the metal lock clicks and the door handle spins to open the door towards you.

“Jay? Please help me.” You pull him into the small bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sets his beer on the white countertop, taking in your form.

You don’t appear hurt in any way, which is a relief, but your cheeks are flushed in the way that’s a telltale sign you’re frustrated.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What happened?” You take a deep breath, obviously relieved that you aren’t alone anymore.

“I came up here to go to the bathroom and as I was putting my dress back on one of the buttons fell off. I can’t go back downstairs like this!” Jay’s eyes flick down to the neckline of your dress, which was now plunging down further than anything you’d ever owned, due to the top-most button being missing. The spaces between the buttons meant that he could see far more of your chest than he would ever want anyone else to see, much less the entirety of the party downstairs.

Before he even answers, he’s shrugging off the leather jacket he was wearing,

“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Take my jacket.” He helps you into the black jacket, zipping it up to the height where your neckline sat before. “Everything’s okay, sweetheart. Take a breath for me, okay?” You take a deep breath, visibly more relaxed than before. “Thank you, Jay. I was so worried I’d have to go downstairs to get you and be around so many people like that.” He nods along, validating your concerns at every turn. “It’s okay, pretty. Do you want to go back to the party now?” You nod, a smile finally surfacing now that you aren’t so anxious. Jay opens the door, and you both walk back downstairs together.

심재윤

Jake has been watching you intently for the last hour as you’ve gotten ready to go to a birthday party for your friend. You always start with your makeup, taking time to make sure every part was perfectly placed before moving on to the next step. After you were finished with that you’d do your hair, tucking each strand carefully into the style of your choosing, and with a lot of help from hairspray when needed. After this it was time to choose an outfit, Jake’s favorite part.

He perks up as soon as you walk towards the closet you share, shuffling through dresses and skirts to find something appealing to you. You throw a skirt and top onto the edge of the bed near Jake’s feet, rifling through a box for a pair of tights. After compiling the pieces you also pick out shoes, a pair of strappy white heels being your eventual choice.

Jake is sitting up fully as you lift your head to start getting dressed. You slip the tights on with some difficulty, trying not to snag them, and start reaching for your top when you notice his puppy eyes from across the bed.

Jake’s full attention is on you now, not even pretending to be looking at his phone. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, and he finds it adorable. “Is something wrong?” You ask him, completely clueless. He stands up from the bed, already reaching for the rest of your outfit.

“What’s the point of even having a boyfriend if you won’t let me help you get dressed?” He responds in a labored tone, already ushering you to sit down on the edge of the bed. You sigh dramatically,

“Really, Jake? Is that why you’ve been looking at me like that since I got out of the shower?” He nods distractedly, already moving onto your skirt. He unzips it from the side and wraps it around you like a belt, briefly urging you to stand so he could position it correctly before zipping it back up. You sit down again, leaning towards him for a kiss.

He obliges without hesitation, and you’ve been dating long enough to know he doesn’t mind the shiny residue left by your lipgloss.

He drops to his knees to help you with your shoes, and you know this is what he was looking forward to, always helping you in and out of whatever footwear you chose for the day, no matter what you were leaving for.

His hand steadies his movements on your calf, thin tights doing nothing to stop the heat from his palms coming through. He ties the laces of your heels in a neat bow before standing up again.

“You look so beautiful, my love. Do you really have to leave?” You stand to kiss him again, heels doing wonders for your height difference.

“I won’t be gone long, only a few hours. And then you’ll get to take this all off me, okay handsome?” You push your hands through his hair, watching his sharp features light up at your words. He nods,

“Okay, baby. Have fun. Don’t let anyone steal your heart while you’re out.” You kiss him again, lingering just long enough to mess up your lipgloss for good.

박성훈

Sunghoon ducks into the bathroom of your apartment, confused as to why you haven’t come out since you’re supposed to be leaving soon. He walks in on you red-faced and with tears threatening to ruin your makeup.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He puts his hand on your shoulder, hoping to comfort you in any way. Your eyes flick up at him, heartbreakingly upset.

“We’re supposed to be leaving and I look terrible!” Your breaths are loud and labored, like you’re trying not to get closer to crying.

Sunghoon didn’t notice a single thing out of place with your appearance, either. Adorable outfit, perfect makeup. He furrows his brows at your words,

“You look perfect, angel. What are you talking about?” You get visibly frustrated, obviously thinking he’s lying to you to preserve your feelings.

“My shoes don’t match my outfit since I can’t find my white ones, my makeup looks terrible and I don’t know why, and I don’t know what to do with my hair. I look terrible!” Sunghoon takes a deep breath, trying his best to figure out how to triage the situation. He settles on shoes, since that’s what you mentioned first. His gaze softens on you,

“I understand, sweetheart. Let’s fix that, okay?” He helps you onto the counter, away from the mirror, so all you could see was him. “You left your white shoes under the bed last week, baby, since I took them off you.” He ducks out of the bathroom and swipes them from under your bed, quickly changing them for you.

He then looks at your makeup, trying to notice any differences from how you usually do it. He finds it quickly. “And you forgot your blush at the studio when you showed up for practice on Tuesday, remember? You aren’t used to not wearing any.” Sunghoon rifles through your makeup bag, finding a seldom-used liquid blush at the bottom. “How about you turn around and try this and see if you feel better, okay?” Now that he’s taken the pressure of your appearance off of you, he can tell you feel a little better. You spin yourself, still sitting on the countertop but facing the mirror. With you faced the other way, Sunghoon can get a better look at your hair now. He quickly separates two sections, pulling them back from your ears and using a ribbon from your drawer to tie it back, creating a simple half-up half-down look. After you’ve finished applying your blush you look at his work on your hair, eyes lighting up. You spin yourself around towards him, arms reaching out for him.

“I feel so much better. Thank you for helping, Hoon.” He nods, happy to see you relaxed and smiling. He helps you down from the counter, making sure you’re steady on your feet before dragging you out of the apartment,

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late!”

Sweltering -SJY

Cw/ Jake x f!reader/ established relationship/ m.dni/ car sex/ quickie/ oral f.r./ handjob m.r./ no protection/ alcohol mention/ swearing?/ not proofread/ lmk if I missed anything

// you pick up Jake from the Prada afterparty… things get stuffy //

Wc/ 2k

An/ my first work posted here! Lmk if you like it <3

It’s sometime past 11 at night, but god it’s sweltering outside. The boys spent the night at an after party for Prada while you stayed in a hotel room, only getting updates on them by checking fansites for pictures. Jake was largely not allowed to check his phone for public appearances like this, but it was still only slightly upsetting to you that you had to learn about his whereabouts from a third party.

However, it was now twenty minutes ago that you received a text from Jake asking to pick him up, which worried you. The wording wasn’t like him, too stilted for the way he usually spoke to you, even if it was only a quick text.

You know they have a ride back, probably a limo or something similar to pick them up, but the text was too off-putting for you to ignore, and you left as soon as you read it. You round a corner and park behind the building they’re in, shooting a text back to Jake that you made it.

Two minutes later a back door opens and you see your boyfriend and Jay walk out, Jake obviously drunk. You meet them in the middle,

“Is everything okay?” You try to leave the worry out of your voice, failing. Jay has an arm around Jake’s shoulders, not exactly holding him up but close enough to it. He sighs, holding up Jake’s phone in a way that makes you feel stupid for not realizing it wasn’t your boyfriend texting you at all.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just too much to drink. He wouldn’t stop asking for you. Can you take him back? He’s a little less than press presentable.” You melt a little at his words, finally making eye contact with your boyfriend.

Calling the look Jake gives you puppy eyes when you finally focus on him would be an understatement. His cheeks and nose are bright pink, and his eyes are shiny with intoxication, his perfect lips falling into a pout. Before you can even respond to Jay he’s reaching out for you, out of Jay’s grasp and slipping clumsily into your arms. You laugh at him, so so smitten.

“I’ll take him off your hands. Go back to the guys. Thank you for texting.” Jay nods wordlessly, handing you Jake’s phone before turning back. He’s probably thankful to be free of responsibility for a while.

Jake’s arms are wrapped around your neck, clinging to you like you’re going to run away. He must be pretty drunk then.

“I missed you.” He mumbles into your neck. You kiss his forehead gingerly, pocketing his phone with the arm not holding him up,

“I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?” He nods, face still stuffed into your neck,

“I need you.” You try and pry him off you so you can get back into the car, but he’s stronger than you even drunk, and he won’t move.

“I’m right here, Jake. Let’s go back to the room okay?” He whines at this, grip around you becoming even tighter.

“No baby, I need you need you.” You still don’t quite get what he means until he starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your hands fall to his waist.

“Jake we can’t, we’re in public.” You try and walk backwards towards the car, but he once again keeps you in place. He whines again into your throat and moves one of your hands below his belt buckle so you can feel him, his bulge prominent immediately. He sucking delicately on your neck and whining into your ears and your resolve is fizzling out quickly.

“Please baby, it hurts. I’ve needed you all night.” His whines are getting more and more desperate, and you both know you can’t resist him. In one motion you remove his mouth and hands from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him towards the car.

You both climb into the back row of the car, sweating from the hot evening air. Jake doesn’t waste anytime pulling you into his mouth, plush lips against yours. His skin is on fire and he tastes like alcohol but he’s so addictive, and you can’t get enough. He looks so stupidly good in all black, his shirt already undone by two buttons and his hair disheveled in a way that makes you want to pull at it.

You knew he was drunk but it’s only obvious now how far gone he is by the way he’s kissing you, all tongue and teeth and it’s driving you crazy. Jake is always clingy when it comes to you, but drunk Jake? All bets are off. He becomes attached at the hip to you as soon as he’s got a few beers in him, and you can tell by his desperation and how hard he is he’s definitely had more than that tonight. He pulls back a fraction of an inch, both of you breathing heavy.

“Baby, I need to taste you.” He barely lets himself finish speaking before he’s pulling ungracefully at the waistband of your jeans and unbuttoning them. He pulls them down in tandem with your panties with a desperation you rarely see in him, pushing your legs open determinedly.

He’s always a people pleaser, even drunk, and he refuses to give you anything but his full attention when he goes down on you. he nips and licks at the inside of your thighs, looking at you with pupils blown wide.

You hear a mumble of “you look so good, baby,” before he loses his patience entirely and starts pressing his tongue flat against your core.

His hands on your hips are gentle but his mouth is mean, nose pressed into your clit as he laps up your wetness, already addicted to the taste. you’re hands on instinct weave their way into his hair, pulling on the dark locks. He groans against you in response, the pain and your high pitched whines only egging him on.

His thumb is rubbing slow circles into your hip, trying his best to go easy on you but it’s so so hard to hold back when he’s this horny. All night the only thing he’s been thinking about is your mouth and your pussy and how tight you are when he presses in for the first time, the night going from enjoyable to pure torture without you pressed against him. He moves his mouth back to press a kiss to your slit, reveling in the wetness of you before wrapping his lips around your clit and *sucking.* You cry out immediately at the stimulation, only at your resolve to be more weakened when you feel Jake’s finger pressing into you, your eyes pricking with tears at the pleasure. He starts pumping his finger into you at a brutal place, your brain almost going completely blank at the sensation. Almost.

“J-Jake, if you don’t slow down I’m go-“ He puts another finger in you, and you can feel the coldness of his rings when he presses them all the way into you.

“Jake!” You whimper pathetically, Jake knowing every little thing to please you. He creates even more suction on your clit and you’re so *so* close before you’re finally regaining enough willpower to push him off you. It’s a testament only to your desire to feel him inside of you that you relive yourself of his mouth and fingers, already uncomfortable at the loss of sensation.

When you make eye contact with Jake he looks upset, a kicked puppy who doesn’t know what he did wrong. His lips are red and swollen and his chin is covered in your slick, his eyes pleading with you to let him continue. You almost coo at him, so eager to please he forgets about his own arousal, and you try to console him.

You push his hair out of his eyes, “You did so good, baby. But I wanna feel you.” He moans in frustration, undoing his belt and pushing his slacks down, palming himself through his boxers.

And the way he looks right now is so irresistible you can’t help it when you sit up to pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, your hands going down to replace his own. It doesn’t take long before he’s melting into your mouth and your hands, breathy moans being swallowed up by your kiss as your hands push his boxers down. You glide gently up his length, teasing him just a little because you know how sensitive he must be. His cock is already so wet, even without much effort from you, always so needy. He’s immediately putty in your hands, any ego he had before pouring into your mouth with his kisses.

His breath hitches when you tighten your hands just around the head of his cock, torturing him only for a moment before you’re back to stroking him gently.

“Good boy,” you say as you guide his head into your neck, his pathetic little noises only growing louder. “Always so good for me Jake.” He’s suckling into your neck again and you’re sure it’s going to leave marks but you don’t care, your hands moving faster against him. You know he’s already hard enough but Jake is almost never this submissive with you. You can’t resist him like this. But after only a few moments of your hands against his length he’s mewling into your throat, and you want to reward him for how patience he’s been all night.

“You ready, baby?” You say, giving him no time to answer before you’re positioning yourself and sinking down onto his length with no warning. He makes a noise in between a moan and a gasp, already struggling with how warm and wet your pussy is around him. You give him no time to adjust either before you’re bouncing up and down on his cock at a brutal pace.

All he can do is take it as his hands fall to your hips, powerless against you. He’s whining and whimpering pathetically, the alcohol making him so much more sensitive than normal, the wet sounds your pussy is making only sending him closer to the edge. His hands have barely ventured under your shirt when you notice his eyes struggling to stay open, so fucked out already.

You don’t let him catch his breath before you’re leaning into his ear, “Come on Jake, come in my needy pussy. Want you to fill me up good.” Your words and the way your walls tightened around him is what finally sends him over the edge, moaning your name as he comes inside you, pleasure almost immediately giving way to overstimulation. The feeling of him filling you up is what pushes you over as well, coming all over his cock.

You pull off him shortly after, laying back against the leather seats of the car with him against your chest. He’s still leaving kisses along the parts of your neck he can reach, ever affectionate in his altered state.

You’ll have to drive back to your hotel soon, where you’ll deal with a drunk, stubborn Jake who wants nothing to do with showering or skincare and only wants to fall asleep with you in his arms, but you know trying to move him right now is mean. And until you can coax him out of the back of the car and into the passengers seat you’re content feeling his lips against your skin and his mumbles of affection to you, grateful to Prada for the open bar tonight.

JAKE for ESQUIRE Korea

Listening to illit while reading is so calming

Sweltering -SJY

Cw/ Jake x f!reader/ established relationship/ m.dni/ car sex/ quickie/ oral f.r./ handjob m.r./ no protection/ alcohol mention/ swearing?/ not proofread/ lmk if I missed anything

// you pick up Jake from the Prada afterparty… things get stuffy //

Wc/ 2k

An/ my first work posted here! Lmk if you like it <3

It’s sometime past 11 at night, but god it’s sweltering outside. The boys spent the night at an after party for Prada while you stayed in a hotel room, only getting updates on them by checking fansites for pictures. Jake was largely not allowed to check his phone for public appearances like this, but it was still only slightly upsetting to you that you had to learn about his whereabouts from a third party.

However, it was now twenty minutes ago that you received a text from Jake asking to pick him up, which worried you. The wording wasn’t like him, too stilted for the way he usually spoke to you, even if it was only a quick text.

You know they have a ride back, probably a limo or something similar to pick them up, but the text was too off-putting for you to ignore, and you left as soon as you read it. You round a corner and park behind the building they’re in, shooting a text back to Jake that you made it.

Two minutes later a back door opens and you see your boyfriend and Jay walk out, Jake obviously drunk. You meet them in the middle,

“Is everything okay?” You try to leave the worry out of your voice, failing. Jay has an arm around Jake’s shoulders, not exactly holding him up but close enough to it. He sighs, holding up Jake’s phone in a way that makes you feel stupid for not realizing it wasn’t your boyfriend texting you at all.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just too much to drink. He wouldn’t stop asking for you. Can you take him back? He’s a little less than press presentable.” You melt a little at his words, finally making eye contact with your boyfriend.

Calling the look Jake gives you puppy eyes when you finally focus on him would be an understatement. His cheeks and nose are bright pink, and his eyes are shiny with intoxication, his perfect lips falling into a pout. Before you can even respond to Jay he’s reaching out for you, out of Jay’s grasp and slipping clumsily into your arms. You laugh at him, so so smitten.

“I’ll take him off your hands. Go back to the guys. Thank you for texting.” Jay nods wordlessly, handing you Jake’s phone before turning back. He’s probably thankful to be free of responsibility for a while.

Jake’s arms are wrapped around your neck, clinging to you like you’re going to run away. He must be pretty drunk then.

“I missed you.” He mumbles into your neck. You kiss his forehead gingerly, pocketing his phone with the arm not holding him up,

“I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?” He nods, face still stuffed into your neck,

“I need you.” You try and pry him off you so you can get back into the car, but he’s stronger than you even drunk, and he won’t move.

“I’m right here, Jake. Let’s go back to the room okay?” He whines at this, grip around you becoming even tighter.

“No baby, I need you need you.” You still don’t quite get what he means until he starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your hands fall to his waist.

“Jake we can’t, we’re in public.” You try and walk backwards towards the car, but he once again keeps you in place. He whines again into your throat and moves one of your hands below his belt buckle so you can feel him, his bulge prominent immediately. He sucking delicately on your neck and whining into your ears and your resolve is fizzling out quickly.

“Please baby, it hurts. I’ve needed you all night.” His whines are getting more and more desperate, and you both know you can’t resist him. In one motion you remove his mouth and hands from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him towards the car.

You both climb into the back row of the car, sweating from the hot evening air. Jake doesn’t waste anytime pulling you into his mouth, plush lips against yours. His skin is on fire and he tastes like alcohol but he’s so addictive, and you can’t get enough. He looks so stupidly good in all black, his shirt already undone by two buttons and his hair disheveled in a way that makes you want to pull at it.

You knew he was drunk but it’s only obvious now how far gone he is by the way he’s kissing you, all tongue and teeth and it’s driving you crazy. Jake is always clingy when it comes to you, but drunk Jake? All bets are off. He becomes attached at the hip to you as soon as he’s got a few beers in him, and you can tell by his desperation and how hard he is he’s definitely had more than that tonight. He pulls back a fraction of an inch, both of you breathing heavy.

“Baby, I need to taste you.” He barely lets himself finish speaking before he’s pulling ungracefully at the waistband of your jeans and unbuttoning them. He pulls them down in tandem with your panties with a desperation you rarely see in him, pushing your legs open determinedly.

He’s always a people pleaser, even drunk, and he refuses to give you anything but his full attention when he goes down on you. he nips and licks at the inside of your thighs, looking at you with pupils blown wide.

You hear a mumble of “you look so good, baby,” before he loses his patience entirely and starts pressing his tongue flat against your core.

His hands on your hips are gentle but his mouth is mean, nose pressed into your clit as he laps up your wetness, already addicted to the taste. you’re hands on instinct weave their way into his hair, pulling on the dark locks. He groans against you in response, the pain and your high pitched whines only egging him on.

His thumb is rubbing slow circles into your hip, trying his best to go easy on you but it’s so so hard to hold back when he’s this horny. All night the only thing he’s been thinking about is your mouth and your pussy and how tight you are when he presses in for the first time, the night going from enjoyable to pure torture without you pressed against him. He moves his mouth back to press a kiss to your slit, reveling in the wetness of you before wrapping his lips around your clit and *sucking.* You cry out immediately at the stimulation, only at your resolve to be more weakened when you feel Jake’s finger pressing into you, your eyes pricking with tears at the pleasure. He starts pumping his finger into you at a brutal place, your brain almost going completely blank at the sensation. Almost.

“J-Jake, if you don’t slow down I’m go-“ He puts another finger in you, and you can feel the coldness of his rings when he presses them all the way into you.

“Jake!” You whimper pathetically, Jake knowing every little thing to please you. He creates even more suction on your clit and you’re so *so* close before you’re finally regaining enough willpower to push him off you. It’s a testament only to your desire to feel him inside of you that you relive yourself of his mouth and fingers, already uncomfortable at the loss of sensation.

When you make eye contact with Jake he looks upset, a kicked puppy who doesn’t know what he did wrong. His lips are red and swollen and his chin is covered in your slick, his eyes pleading with you to let him continue. You almost coo at him, so eager to please he forgets about his own arousal, and you try to console him.

You push his hair out of his eyes, “You did so good, baby. But I wanna feel you.” He moans in frustration, undoing his belt and pushing his slacks down, palming himself through his boxers.

And the way he looks right now is so irresistible you can’t help it when you sit up to pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, your hands going down to replace his own. It doesn’t take long before he’s melting into your mouth and your hands, breathy moans being swallowed up by your kiss as your hands push his boxers down. You glide gently up his length, teasing him just a little because you know how sensitive he must be. His cock is already so wet, even without much effort from you, always so needy. He’s immediately putty in your hands, any ego he had before pouring into your mouth with his kisses.

His breath hitches when you tighten your hands just around the head of his cock, torturing him only for a moment before you’re back to stroking him gently.

“Good boy,” you say as you guide his head into your neck, his pathetic little noises only growing louder. “Always so good for me Jake.” He’s suckling into your neck again and you’re sure it’s going to leave marks but you don’t care, your hands moving faster against him. You know he’s already hard enough but Jake is almost never this submissive with you. You can’t resist him like this. But after only a few moments of your hands against his length he’s mewling into your throat, and you want to reward him for how patience he’s been all night.

“You ready, baby?” You say, giving him no time to answer before you’re positioning yourself and sinking down onto his length with no warning. He makes a noise in between a moan and a gasp, already struggling with how warm and wet your pussy is around him. You give him no time to adjust either before you’re bouncing up and down on his cock at a brutal pace.

All he can do is take it as his hands fall to your hips, powerless against you. He’s whining and whimpering pathetically, the alcohol making him so much more sensitive than normal, the wet sounds your pussy is making only sending him closer to the edge. His hands have barely ventured under your shirt when you notice his eyes struggling to stay open, so fucked out already.

You don’t let him catch his breath before you’re leaning into his ear, “Come on Jake, come in my needy pussy. Want you to fill me up good.” Your words and the way your walls tightened around him is what finally sends him over the edge, moaning your name as he comes inside you, pleasure almost immediately giving way to overstimulation. The feeling of him filling you up is what pushes you over as well, coming all over his cock.

You pull off him shortly after, laying back against the leather seats of the car with him against your chest. He’s still leaving kisses along the parts of your neck he can reach, ever affectionate in his altered state.

You’ll have to drive back to your hotel soon, where you’ll deal with a drunk, stubborn Jake who wants nothing to do with showering or skincare and only wants to fall asleep with you in his arms, but you know trying to move him right now is mean. And until you can coax him out of the back of the car and into the passengers seat you’re content feeling his lips against your skin and his mumbles of affection to you, grateful to Prada for the open bar tonight.

No Exit For Love

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