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hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though you’re visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and that’s 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when you’re online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they can’t always reply within minutes. 

♡My Sun & My Moon - C. Jongho♡

“At night, when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon trying to get to you, in hopes you’re on the other side, talking to me too or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?” ~ Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

Credits to » @tinkerbellwoo for the photos!

Genre » Angst

AU » Idol

Pairing » Jongho x GN!Reader

Warning(s) » None

Word count » 1156

Happily ever afters don’t seem to exist for the idols in this industry. Jongho’s young age doesn’t make a difference when he’s thinking about dating– no matter how old or young you are, love seems to be blocked by the fame every group strives for. Even without rules about relationships, it’s made nearly impossible to date anyone. But somehow, he manages to find someone that loves him the way he has been longing for.

“Ohmygod, I’m sorry!” You apologized over and over again, smoothing out the coat he wore when you bumped into him.

He smiled empathetically, chuckled the tiniest bit, “It’s all good. No need to worry…I liked your performance today.”

His compliment caught you off guard, “Oh umm–thanks? I love your performance, it’s nice!”

“Just nice?” He teased.

You blushed, “It was amazing! You’re truly an amazing vocalist, I could only dream of becoming as amazing as you.”

“That can be arranged.”

From that moment and forward, a relationship began to blossom from the planted seed of desire in the dirt that’s fertilized by loneliness and lust for even the smallest bit of affection. Jongho would pray to whoever heard him–he prayed for the blooming flower to open up with all the petals to represent each beautiful memory that will be shared together.

You are his sun that came to night up his nocturnal being. Everywhere you went, the light radiating off your body spreads all around and brightens the day of everyone and everything you meet. Your eye smiles are like a thousand rays of suns and his life has never been the same since. His sun sets and rises around you.

He watches your face sparkle on the big screen and he can’t help himself to lean over to watch you happily clap your hands together on the small monitor nearest to him. The gummy smile plays on his lips as you rap along with the too-fast-paced lyrics, your cheeks flush out of embarrassment noticing that everyone caught your adorable fail on their screens. Once the camera goes away, you turn back to look at Jongho who simply laughs at you and sends you a smile that tells all.  

“Yah! You can’t stare at them, there’s cameras everywhere.” Seonghwa snaps him back into the reality of being an idol, Jongho apologizes and looks at the stage instead of catching himself staring at you.

He can’t even glance at you without causing something. Jongho is sure that people already took notice at his gawking but he can’t help it. The way your hair laid beautifully on your head, the batting motion of your eyelashes, your lips that spread flowers over his when in private, and the figure hugging attire you have on sends him into a frenzy. And your eyes, they–

“Dude, seriously? You need to stop looking over there right now!” Yunho harshly whispers in his ear, warning him once again of the fans surrounding them.

“Sorry.”

“Start acting like it.”

He’s frustrated watching you sway to the music–it’s not just the act alone but it’s the fact that he can’t hold you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder and sway along with you. His eyes burn hearing the soft love song play in the background and seeing you dance alone. He can’t act out, especially here.

His love-hate relationship with award shows is truly something that bores him. He loves seeing his fans and the rush of performing but, ever since he met you he dreads award shows. His fans are respectful and don’t crowd the boys, but he feels so suffocated by the flashes of the long lenses and the need to act proper.

Don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t talk to this person, be careful of this, don’t you dare, ask before you do it, stop being so this or that;

And the list continues.

The invisible hands grip at his throat constantly. He has all the room to breathe, yet has no air to breathe through his lungs. The floor is made out of eggshells painted in the finest gold; he has to walk with such delicacy that he holds his breath the entire time.

Everytime he sees a camera flash in his face, he can see the headlines and the rumors and the flood of hate comments towards you. He has no problem dealing with the hatred but if it’s aimed at you, might as well rip his heart out because that feeling will hurt less than seeing your bright heart turn dull at the words of faceless strangers. The envious comments flooding your social media is something he can’t help but imagine as he notices more cameras shift over to you. The fingers on the lenses twirl around to focus on your face, and you feel every burn.

The show is coming to an end and you’re ready to go back to the dressing rooms and away from the lenses. Your pace quickens once you’re safe from the audience’s view. Your members attempt to keep up with you. Just as you’re about to reach the hallway of the room, a familiar hand wraps itself around your wrist and tugs you back,

“Y/N wait, let me–”

“I don’t want to be seen with you Jongho.” Your words slice through the first layer of his chest.

Hurt and confused, he asks you to explain further, “w-what? Why?”

“It’s all over Twitter.”

“What is?”

“Just, stop, okay? I can’t go through this stupid scandal and jeopardize my members’ careers. I really really like you but…we were going to be temporary, my company wants us to be forever. I’m not letting someone like you in my life.”

You walk down the hall, the second layer is cut through.

You slam the door and the noise resonates through the vacant space, the third layer is cut through.

Checking Twitter and seeing the hate you are receiving from “fans” cuts through the final layer and pierces his heart.

He walks solemnly into the car, observing the chattering but tired members. Sitting quietly, he peers out the window and looks up at the moon.

Jongho remembers looking at the moon when he felt the most lonely, it was always there for him. The moon understood him and filled the darkness with a beam of light. When he met you, it’s like he cheated on the moon with the sun. You eclipsed the moon from his life permanently. Who needs the darkness when the light is what keeps you warm?

But the moon still remains high in the sky for him to adore. He now sits on the ledge of the window, letting the darkness engulf his life once more.

His heart aches and his eyes burn but knowing you live under the same moon makes him embrace his nocturnal life once again. No matter what, you’ll always be there.

The moon can’t outshine the sun forever.

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enhypen reacting to you moaning cute!

genre: smut

warnings: pet names, humiliation, spanking, daddykink

heeseung: heeseung would be amazed at their adorable sounds, would do anything to keep hearing them, would say things like "moan for me, princess, daddy loves your moans." he would probably hit your ass with the palm of his hand as hard as he can to hear your cute sounds louder.

jake: jake would let out a little giggle listening to your cute moans, always stroking your hair and kissing your cheek while he fucks you, he would feel his body boiling and he would ask you to beg with your cute and sly voice for him to fuck you.

jay: jay's dick would hurt in his pants listening to you moaning like this, he would say stuff like "seeing you moaning so sly makes me want to destroy your tiny little pussy, do you want to cum on daddy's dick?"

sunghoon: he would probably tease you about your embarrassing sounds, he would say stuff like "what are those moans? are you in heat? do you really want me to fuck you? how pathetic, but i really liked your little moan, beg for me with this cute voice."

author’s notes: my cheeks are flushed ~3~

Yeosang pouted, ignoring Seongwha when he sat next to him on the bed.``Come on, Yeosang, are you rot going to get ready? We're going to be late, and you know tonight is an important night! You're supposed to…” He doesn't get a chance to finish because they were interrupted by Hongjoong, knocking on Yeonsang's bedroom door.``Are you guys ready to go? Could we have a drink before we head to the party? We are going to need it!” He says as he hands the other two shot glasses and pours them a drink. As they down their shots Seongwha again tries to convince the younger to dress up and wear a mask. "Come on, Yeo! It's just a company party! It won't be that bad!"Mingi chime in. Yeonsang huff; by this point, Seongwha's grown so annoyed. And decides to take matters into his own hands by picking the younger up and carrying him to the limo.``You're going!”So help me, Yeonsang “Songwha chides as he puts the other in the car and gets in

“ Bored” would be how he described his feelings, as he sits at the bar trying to find some distraction to pass the time. As he readjusts his mask, for what seems like the millionth time, he thinks, “Geez, another boring New year's eve party that his parents were throwing!” Disappointed, knowing that besides Yeosang, there would not be anyone here to keep his interest. And he wasn't even sure the other would come?”He thinks as his best slips into the seat next to him.”Find anything or anyone that has caught your attention? You know since you seem so delighted to be here?”He teased as he ordered himself a drink and waited for Wooyoung's response.``You know I can't play this game! I'm supposed to meet Yeosang tonight, and my parents will kill me if I fuck this up.” I'm offended you would think so little of me.``I was going to suggest that you slip behind the bar pretending to be the bartender. When he spotted a man's face that has been in his mind since he had found out about the arranged marriage, however, when the other approaches the bar, Wooyoung smiles and winks as he asks him,” Can I make you drink, your hundredth patron, so your drink is on the house?” He jokes as Yeosang rolls his eyes. Wooyoung could not help but laugh at the brunette sassiness." Sorry, I'm not interested! In whatever game you're trying to play! I'm supposed to meet someone!" He hears the other confess with a slight tone of annoyance. A few minutes later when the brunette looked down and noticed the drink in front of him. Unapologetically, the other says. “Ummm, what is this? I know for a fact that I didn't specify what I wanted to drink? So what is this??” You have So many questions! That I might have the answer to, "Woo says. "While you wait for your date, how about we play a game? For every question that I answer, you have to answer one of mine, okay?" He suggests hoping that the other takes the bait. Thankfully after a few seconds of thinking, “ Okay, but only till my date gets here.” The other buffs as Wooyoung smile. "I'll go first! Now to answer your first question, the drink I made you was called "Love potion!"TIn other words, Yeosang spits out his drink.”I should have known; you would say something stupid! And totally. "He sighed. Without giving the other a chance, surprised when he hears Yeosang fire a question at him "So What is the name of the person you're supposed to meet tonight?"He curiously asked, even though he already knew the answer. " Umm, he's my boss's son, and his name is Wooyoung." The other says Woo noticed the other being hesitant about the information to a stranger. It's funny because Wooyoong knew the answer, yet to hear those words made this whole thing real. Now feeling impulsive, he ran around and took the other hand."Your board: I'm bored. We both know this party is lame, and you seem nervous and uninterested in meeting ”Wooyoung'' so let's go make our party?" He suggests before the other could answer him,m he was in the elevator taking it to the rooftop.

Once they reached the roof, he laid his jacket on the floor,or and he gestured to the other to come over laughing when the other looked annoyed but still joined him. The two of them could hear people counting down the whereas 2 minutes till midnight. " So if we're telling the truth i,'m surprised you came with me! Especially since you're supposed to be meeting some?"He confessed and got nothing but a noncommittal nod leaving them in silence that lasted a few minutes. " 10, 9, 8, 7, 6,5,4,3 2,1! Happy New year, Yeosang!" The words slip from his mouth and quickly kiss him as they get interrupted by someone clearing their throat.” When were you going to tell me who you were?” Yeosang asks, clearly feeling betrayed

And that's when he hears someone behind him.” Excuse me!!We were in the middle of something," Woo says as he looks up and notices it's his best friend.” Don't hi, me? You left and I had to cover for you! It's 9 am and if I don't get you home,you won't have time to change before your dinner date with Kane's "He jokes as he guides him out the door and into his car.

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prof hwa imagine

Warnings: 18+ (nothing wildly inappropriate happens but im tagging just in case), suggestive, teacher x student

this was a dumb "collage professor Seonghwa" prompt i wrote for my friends about seonghwa a while ago lol

!everyone depicted in this work is of age and are consenting adults!

• “miss y/n, do you mind staying after class for a moment please?” Your English professor called out to you from his desk

• you stop in your tracks and make your way over to him, waving your friends off, ignoring their childish giggles

• “sure professor, is everything ok?” You say, soft voice echoing through the now empty collage classroom

• you take a seat in the chair across from his desk

• The older man lets out a small chuckle, “mmh, you don’t have to call me professor right now. It’s after hours, just call me ,Seonghwa, ok?” He suggests, his tone now lighthearted as he smiles warmly at you from the other side of the table

• you feel butterflies roam about in your stomach as you avert your gaze from his, that smile could knock you out at any second.

• “uhm, yeah ok…s-Seonghwa..?” Feeling weird just saying his first name

• Seonghwa let’s out a breathy laugh

• “oh, you are just so adorable, you know that?”

• “well, the reason why I wanted you to stay is because I want to discuss your grades.” He states

• you swear you just got whiplash, did he just call you..cute??? Maybe you’re just hearing things…

• shaking your head to clear any thoughts, you finally speak up

• “wh-oh! Is that so?” You stutter out, still trying to recover from his comment that your not even sure he said, and now trying to focus on your academics

• “Yes now, don’t be surprised by this but, you are doing excellent in this class! You’re one of my top students, you should be proud!” Seonghwa beams at you

• you raise your eyebrows in shock at his statement

• “o-oh really? Oh wow, thank you prof-Seonghwa.” Nice one y/n…nice one.

• The man just smirks at you, something almost devious about it as he tilts his head to the side, blonde tresses falling in his eyes 

• “But I have been noticing you’ve been a bit distracted lately.” He began bluntly

• you blinked in surprise

• he rises from his chair and stalks over to the one your seated in

• “is there something,” he begins slowly, dragging out every word

• he stands behind your chair and let’s his slender fingers glide across the wooden back of the chair, mere inches away from your neck

• “distracting you, y/n?” He says lowly into your ear

• you shudder

• “uhm, yes!” You stupidly blurt out with out thinking

• Seonghwa smirks again as his hand trails from the back of the chair to your shoulder, squeezing lightly

• “oh? Is that so?” He asks

• “well,” he starts, breath ghosting on your skin as he nibbles on your ear 

• letting out a deep chuckle 

• “having distractions are no good, now are they?”

• “tell me what’s distracting you, darling.” Seonghwa insist, hand finding purchase on your neck as he kisses your jaw

• “uhm..wh-ah- I cant tell you” you gasp out

• “it’s fine, you can tell me if it’s *someone* instead of *something*” he presses

• God, he is not going to let up on this, and your not sure how much more of this you can take

• “it uh..mh. It is someone.” You say

• well…this is a start

• “who is it?” He asserted. No longer asking questions. Demanding answers

• “pr-professor I can’t tell you, it’s so embarrassing.” You begged 

• unsatisfied with your answer the man straightens up and walks back over to his chair

• leaving you a quivering mess

• sitting back in his chair he folds his hands on the desk. Face stone cold

• “this little problem with *never* be solved if you don’t *tell me* what’s going on, y/n. You know this, right?” He affirmed 

• you hung your head low

• “y-yes. I know.”

• “then why don’t you answer the question?”

• “s’you.” You mumbled 

• “what was that?” Seonghwa asked as he quirked his eyebrow up

• “nothing!” You quickly say as you stand from your chair

• “uh I said n-nothing!” 

• you both stare at each other for a moment

• Seonghwa finally gets up from his chair and walks over to you

• stepping dangerously close to you

• hand resting back on your neck

• “Speak. Up.” he growls in your ear 

• “you..I-I said it’s you who’s distracting me!” You exclaimed 

• “ah..now was that so hard to say, darling?” He murmured, his free hand giving your thigh a squeeze 

• “how am I distracting you?” He ask as he goes for your neck, leaving marks and bruises that will definitely show for days

• “ah-ah! Just everything about you is s-so distracting!” You babble out

• “yeah, like what?”

• “tell your professor what he does to distract y-“

• a knock interrupts the both of you

• giving each other an annoyed glance, Seonghwa clears his throat 

• “yes?” Seonghwas voice echos as he tries to sound as put together as possible 

• “hey, uh I got a few questions about the test for tomorrow, are you free?” You hear a male voice from the other side of the door

• your shoulders slump as you let out a sigh

• “Hwa, I told you to put the ‘out of office’ sign on your door.” You roll your eyes as you pull away from the man

• Seonghwa whines in response 

• “mmmh! Baby, I forgot I’m sorry!” He hurriedly says trying to pull you back in

• you give him a look that he knows all to well and decides to back off

• as cute as you are when your mad, he’s not in the best position to indulge in you

• speaking of that

• “u-uh Wooyoung, give me a second! I’ll be right with you!” Seonghwa says as he straightens himself up

• “hey!” He whispers

• “dinner is on me tonight, I promise.” He says to you with a wink

• “it better be.” You say as you give him a peck on the lips

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silly mistakes ; sjy.

genre & word count— smut, fluff, a hint of crack. word count : 1.9k

warnings — mentions of drinking, ex!jake x afab!reader, oral ( f receiving ), piv ( reader has a vagina ), detailed!! pussy slapping, slightly aggressive + possessive / a bit of cocky jake, mentions of the names: my girl, good girl, angel, baby and slut.

you jumped out of your sleep, something felt weird about this situation. where were you even at? “my phone..” you felt around the area for your phone but soon discovered you were naked. “not again..” you murmured, mentally scolding yourself, you didn’t even want to look to see who you were with, but you did anyway. lo and behold it was your ex-boyfriend, you already knew it was just the realization that would hit you in a few seconds.

you had to have one too many drinks to be like this with him again, at least he lived alone and had silky sheets. did that matter? “stop moving,” jake groans, rolling on his back and sighing softly. “what are you even looking for?” you groan, standing up and wrapping your body with half the sheet, tossing the pillow at him. “y/n come on.. seriously you’ve got to stop doing that.”

“shut up. i- ah just shut up.” you fumbled around to find your underwear, sliding them back on before dropping the sheet. “this was a mistake, a silly mistake. why did you bring me back here?!” you whine, you had a habit of doing this. going out having maybe half a drink and seeing jake, you’d go back to his place with a few of his friends, then you’d end up here.

“you said ‘jake let’s go back to your place alone, please. please jakey~.’ you wanted me to say no?” he mocked your voice, you almost gagged at the sound of it. finding your phone and checking the time. 5:40 am. “fuck my roommate is gonna kill me.” jake slid his boxers on and walked over to help you, “stop it, i don’t need your hands on my clothes.”

“you know i’m only helping you..” he sighed, of course, he was the bad guy. in his eyes you could do no wrong but in yours, he was the devil himself. “if you’re gonna react like this every time you come over then perhaps you shouldn’t anymore?” he suggested. as if, he wouldn’t say yes to have you back to himself for a night of you asked him.

“oh shush! just say no-. how hard is it to say no?!” you stumbled to your butt, plopping down and putting your face in your hands. “ah this is a nightmare. this isn’t real- and my head hurts so bad.” you whimper trying to remember everything from the night before. “how much did i drink?” jake squats down in front of you, fixing your hair quickly before retrieving his hands.

“three shots,”

you could cry at that statement alone. three shots got you drunk? a lightweight, “no wonder you couldn’t say no to me.” you grunt into your hands. the truth was, you only partied and drank every other friday because you missed jake. you missed the fun you two would have, and so did he. it’s like you two could never find the same again.. so when you two saw each other, it was impossible to say no and hold back.

“maybe you should stay, i’ll get you some water and take you home when the sun rises.” his hand rested on your cheek, out of instinct you swatted it away, making him hiss and chuckle to himself. “still strong as hell-.” with that he helped your take off your pants again, knowing how much you hated sleeping in them. replacing your bra with one of his white t-shirts. he picked you up off the floor and carried you back to the mattress.

jake was always there for you. his mess of an ex, good at school just not at feelings. “relax, and remember to breathe.” he said walking out of his bedroom. you sat up and looked around, screaming at yourself, in your mind. maybe you did this because you still loved him and maybe he agreed cause he’s a guy who loves to fuck. or maybe both of you are lonely, you’ll never know. you never want to know.

“here, drink this and take this powder, it’ll help with the headaches.” he gave you everything you needed. sitting next to you as he remade the bed slightly and rubbed your back. “i’m not too sure why you hate me, i’m not a bad guy. i like to think i’m nice and flirty.” he smiled to himself, making you laugh, and hit his shoulder softly. you’d broken his heart honestly, but that never stopped him from loving you.

you glanced at the boy, laying your head on his shoulder as he placed a smooth yet soft kiss on the crown of your hair. “you know... you scarred me y/n. i don’t think i can find love after you.” he chuckles, and you felt your heart sink. “but in the end, we always find each other, isn’t that a sign of something..”

“toxic?” you interrupted, a small laugh emitting from both of your lips. “but seriously, i made a mistake. you’ve forgiven me, but if roles were reversed i’d hate you for the rest of my life. why don’t you hate me- like reject me already so i can move on.” jake shook his head, a small groan leaving your lips. “this is not the love trope i manifested universe!”

jake held your chin, making you look at him. “no matter what happens to us, i’ll always be here for you. just called me and i’m on my way.” looking at his lips, those plump lips. you couldn’t help but lean into them. he felt so safe. jake didn’t hesitate, kissing you back almost instantly. pulling you into his lap and helped wrap your legs around his waist.

your kiss turned heated, running your fingers through his hair as he flipped the two of you over. pinning your body down to the bed and pressing himself between your legs. it never fails, he knows your body too well. if the powder didn’t help with the headache, jake certainly would. his hand slipped past your underwear.

running his fingers through your folds and the sound that left your throat was the prettiest if he’s ever heard one. you guide his hand slowly, pushing two of his fingers into your cunt, where you needed him the most. jake lifts the shirt over your head, tossing it away along with your panties. kissing down your body and found his face between your legs before you both knew it.

his arms lock around your thighs, licking over your wet fold before taking them in his mouth. a small sigh of relief left your chest, your hands trailing down your body as jake made out with your folds. “fuck,” you mutter, slightly arching your back. his finger slipped into your hole again, moving his lips to kiss along your thighs.

“you’re my girl y/n.” he says, his tone soft but serious. “just mine, all mine and only mine. no one else can have you.” there he was, the jake you knew so well. your back arched deeper, a moaning mess. jakes grip got tighter on you as he worked his tongue, making you to grip the sheets and his hair in result.

“jake please- im gonna..” you could feel your stomach turning. in a good way of course, that familiar feeling building up in the pit of your belly. jake didn’t stop, only sped up his actions. he wanted your juices all over his face. that turned you on, watching from above how he devoured between your legs with ease.

he licked up, flicking his tongue in small yet rapid movements over your clit, feeling you clench around his fingers. jakes mouth was perfect, yet you needed, no wanted more. “more jake please,” he took the hint, lifting his body and removing his boxers. he pumped himself a few times before easily sliding into you. a breathy moan leaving your body as you felt him stretch you out once again.

jake kissed up your body as he fingered you, leaving dark marks along your skin. “i want you.” you muster out, hearing jake small chuckle as he let ‘i know’ slip out of his mouth. you were just about to change your mind, but that was all washed away when jake slid into you with ease. stretching your hole out perfectly. a gasp leaves your lips, eye fluttering shut as jake started to thrust into you.

his hands gripped the bedsheets surrounding your head, sucking in his bottom lip as he held in strong grunts and groans. your arms wrapped around his body, he’d turned you a moaning mess. dragging your nails down his back, making the grunts finally fall from his lip. “say you wont let anyone else fuck you. ever.”

his thrust got faster and harder, hard enough to snatch your breath away from you. “only you,” you whispered. jake hums in satisfaction, lifting your leg over his shoulder. fucking you from a new angle. that threw you all the way over, the sweat forming on his body as his tummy flexed from the harsh thrusts he gave you.

“you’re my little slut. you belong to me y/n.” his hand grips your waist while the other rubs your clit. your head dips into the mattress, gripping his sheets as you clenched around his cock. “fuck- jake i’m only yours!” your moans were in a battle against the walls, who could be louder? jake made sure if he couldn’t be louder, the sound and rhythm of your skin slapping sure would work.

“i’m gonna cum,” you pant, jake pulled out while a whine ripped through the tense air. “jake please- please stop teasing me like this.” you could cry, feeling your body flip and your head press into the mattress, jake wasted not time to fuck back into you. fucking your headache, your pressure, all your worries away.

your legs shook, practically screaming into the sheets. “that’s it angel.. scream for me. we both know this won’t be the last time.” your voice would be gone when you wake up again. he fucked you so well, gripping your hair and sloppily fucking into you. your sounds hitched as you came around him, clenching and swallowing his cock helped edge him.

“can’t wait to fill you up, let you feel the warmth you thought you could get rid of.” jakes little snicker made your heart race. fuck you loved him, everything about him. especially his cock. you couldn’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back as he leans down next to your ear. whispering dirty sweet nothings into your ear while filling your pussy to the brim.

jakes hips slowed, his grip on your skin lightened then he pulled out of you. falling to the side of the mattress and panting lightly, you were sleepy all over again. your headache was gone though, and you were stuck on your ex all over again. “look who’s sleepy now. isn’t your roommate gonna kill you for being home so late?”

your tiredly slapped his arm, turning your head towards him with heavy eyes. “shut up.” you chuckle to yourself, jake took your hand and kissed it. licking his lips and cleaning your up a little, dressing you in a pair of his boxers and his shirt to make you comfortable while sleeping.

“i hope this wasn’t a silly mistake, y/n.” jake chuckles as he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around your body.

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