Combining Your Heejayke And Possessive Sub Jake Thoughts ...

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⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

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© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

something that my therapist taught me that really helped me have more self compassion was the concept of an inner child (please note this is not the same as having different personality states)

when I'm having a hard time with my mental health I often have a lot of negative self talk and struggle to look after myself but when I imagine telling a young version of myself the things I tell myself now, I can't.

beating myself up about a mistake? it's alright, we make mistakes and we can learn from this.

struggling to get out of bed? just try for 10 minutes, watch YouTube or listen to music and if you can't stay up we can go back to bed for a bit and try again later

need to do eat something but can't find motivation? I wouldn't let them go hungry so I'll grab a snack while I make something

need to do chores but feel like I can't? let myself dance to taylor swift and do as much as I can, maybe offer a reward afterwards.

I've found it's so much harder to be hard on myself when I imagine I'm saying those things to younger me. in an ideal world I would be kind to current myself but if I can't? I'll be kind to the six year old version of me who deserves to be looked after and cherished and told they're important. when I can't bring myself to do something for me I'll do it for them.

Save your energy 🌞

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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KINKTOBER POST #2

Genre: suggestive

Pairing: San x neutral reader

Word count: haha pls spit on me

Warnings: a bit fluffy beginning, spit kink, pet names, dry humping, praise?, mentions of choking, Woo being annoying what’s new

Halloween is coming up and you brought home tons of candy for trick or treaters that will soon come knocking on your door. But due to "safety" reasons your dork of a boyfriend and his friend had to try some of it out beforehand, just to be “100% sure.”

Your eyes were stuck on a particular brand of candy which happened to be your favorite, the blue raspberry flavor in particular.

You watched your boyfriend’s pouty lips closely as he sucked around the colorful candy before pushing it into his mouth slowly, his lips glistening with his now candy flavored saliva.

Nothing new here, just another day of you being a needy, bothered mess as San unknowingly woke up one of your hidden kinks, once again. You haven't told him about your fantasies in fear of him teasing you about it. Not that you’d mind, it’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

"You want some?" He spoke with his mouth still full of candy, and all you could do is shyly nod trying to get your mind out the gutter. "Mhmm, I want blue!"

"You want some?" He spoke with his mouth still full of candy, and all you could do is shyly nod trying to get your mind out the gutter. "Mhmm, I want blue!"

"You want some?" He spoke with his mouth still full of candy, and all you could do is shyly nod trying to get your mind out the gutter. "Mhmm, I want blue!"

"Oh no, this was the last blue one!" He pouted slightly, sticking his tongue out to show you the piece of candy still sitting on top of it. You laughed nervously, nodding as you reached out for the bag.

"No silly, come here!" His hand made its way under your chin, tilting his head as he slowly leaned in to close the gap between you, sliding the hard candy past his tongue into your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you felt the usually dry candy coated in his saliva, whimpering at the feeling making him pull away, confusion and curiosity painted on his face. In a situation like this normal people would mind their own business.

Except for one of them, of course. But then again, he might not be the most normal person you've met. "Eww Choi San, don't choke them with your tongue!" Woooung complained, acting disgusted from the scene he just witnessed even though his face was already tinted a soft shade of pink.

"Jealousy is a disease, get well soon! Besides that's not the only thing y/n chokes on." He smiled innocently as wooyoung's eyes widened as much as yours did, his cheeks now red as he turned his head in the opposite direction. His attention no longer on the two of you as he stormed off to his room to do god knows what.

He turnt his head to see you, raising his brow as he watched your expression in amusement. "Are you enjoying the candy that much, or is there some other reason you're this excited to have it in your mouth?" He leaned in to whisper into your ear, making you nearly choke on the candy making you bite into it in panic, eating it as quick as you could.

He chuckled pulling you into his lap, thumb sliding across your bottom lip slowly. "Now, will you tell me what got you so needy?" He grinned pulling on your bottom lip gently, pleased when your lips naturally parted without him asking.

"U-Uh what are you talking about? I was just eating the candy you gave me." You gulped looking into his eyes softly, cheeks flushed a bright pink color.

"Come on angel, I know it must be very..very hard for you, am I right?" He hinted at your burning body, sliding one hand down your hip, guiding you to slowly grind down on him.

"Why don't you let master help you?" He whispered in your ear, brushing strands of stray hair out of your face before wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing gently.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a tiny whimper leaving your lips. "San, P-Please.." your hips started moving on their own, desperately rutting against his clothed cock.

"Please what, sweetheart?" He bit his lip at the sight of you getting so worked up for him, getting harder under you, his own hips bucking up to meet yours.

"S.." You mumbled embarrassed, words stuck in your throat which only made him choke you a little harder. "Come on baby, tell master what you want."

"I want you to spit in my mouth, p-please." You purred, eyes fluttering open as you looked at him through your eyelashes seeing him flash you a grin.

"Oh is that right, is that why you were nearly moaning from my spit in your mouth?" You nodded almost too desperately, feeling beyond embarrassed but you could care less at this point, the growing heat in your lower region being more then enough to distract your and cloud your brain.

"Open up then, little one." He gritted his teeth as you obeyed his request, parting your lips just slightly.

"Aww are you so fucked out already that you can't open your mouth properly? It doesn’t seem like you want it that bad then." You shook your head a bit too quickly, sticking your tongue out for him as he gripped your jaw, making you part your lips more. He gathered up his spit as he slowly spit in your mouth, which you gladly accepted.

"Such a dirty little baby.. swallow it all for master." He groaned watching your eyes close in pleasure, his eyes a darker shade of brown as he watched you swallow his spit that you desperately begged him for.

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A/N: guys, so umm... this came out A LOT softer then I originally intended. I’m not too proud of this as I had different imagination of how this would turn out.. but I hope you still enjoyed it (at least a little) hope I didn’t disappoint anyone! 🥺

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walking in on jeonghan jerking off would be quite the sight to see.

the first thing you'd notice would be the way his pretty hand coils around his even prettier dick. the tip, so pink and angry, would be carelessly ignored as his palm rubs against his long shaft. you swear that you could practically feel the vein that protrudes from him. or perhaps you just wish you did.

the second thing you'd notice would be that damned sly smirk on his face. jeonghan's ability to be an absolute dickhead, pun not intended, in any situation never fails to amaze you. somehow he's managed to make you feel flustered when you're the one who's caught him playing with himself. somehow knowing that just makes it all the more hot. and when it comes to him, no matter the situation, you're always the one who's caught blushing.

"like what you see, baby?" he says.

what a line, you think. but why did it work so well?

probably because it came from those damned lips of his. the ones that peck at your cunt and play with its wetness. you can practically feel his skin against you. oh how easy you are when it comes to him.

the third thing you'd notice is how your mind's already far too gone at this point. all you can really think about is the stretch of him inside you, and in a twisted act of self betrayal, your body acts accordingly. you feel your core ache against emptiness, your fingernails itching to touch, and the rest of you itching to be touched.

his slick hand still lazily plays the game you wish you had the control of.

"taking too damn long," he shakes his head in disapproval. "d'you even deserve to see me like this?" absolutely insatiable is what he is.

there's no stopping him when he gets like this, or anytime if we're being really honest. but it's not like you'd want to anyway.