Thinking About A Mean But Obsessed Jaemin Who Bullies His Cock Into You For Fun Bc He Loves The Way You

my baby lives in shades of cool

Thinking of doctor!Jake with Patient!reader who comes in for some sort of pelvic exam and he notices she’s getting aroused from his touch so he starts teasing her until she cums on his fingers and then fucks her on the examination table 😵‍💫 and then before she leaves he tells her “there’s nothing wrong by the way, you’re completely healthy. You were just horny”

That would be so medically inaccurate but I wanna write this so bad 😭

„i like noses.. i like big noses, because… you can kinda like sit on them.”

imagine you’re face sitting heeseung, his tongue deep in your hole and his nose stimulating your clit. the pleasure is so overwhelming you can’t stop squirming so he needs to hold your hips down to keep you in place. and his bambi eyes? he uses it to his advantage and to manipulate you for thinking he’s so innocent.

𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐼N 𝑀Y 𝐷𝑅𝐸AM𝑆

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 popular jock! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which sunghoon has a crush on you ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1292 ‎⸝⸝ not edited, pet names cursing kissing skin ship . ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.

the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.

you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.

that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.

the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.

he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !

while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.

you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.

you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.

instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.

when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.

sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.

his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.

intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.

instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.

sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.

after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.

"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"

he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.

you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.

“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”

"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.

unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.

this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.

each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.

despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.

one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.

"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.

"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.

"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.

the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!

you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."

sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.

"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.

"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”

“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”

“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.

his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.

the next few days were unsettling for you.

after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.

sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.

the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.

sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.

"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"

they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,

"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."

the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.

worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.

you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.

it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.

without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.

"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."

“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”

sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.

"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"

you nodded, tears still in your eyes.

"yes. i promise!"

you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.

“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.

when you pulled back, you asked,

"have you been locked away because of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head.

"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."

you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.

sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.

"i'm glad you came to find me."

he whispered, completely love struck.

"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.

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༊*·˚ First time ! Hyung line | Maknae Line

alternatively , having sex/doing sexual acts for the first time with them ༊*·˚

Contains ʚɞ Maknae Line, fingering , virginity loss, Dry Humping

༊*·˚ Seunghan

"Are you ready..?", his hand was caressing the side of your face gently , his fingers tapping your cheek a little to get your attention. A soft , loving smile was on his face as he looked down at you — leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead before he leaned his against yours. "I'll be gentle ,I promise. We don't have to do this if you feel scared", his voice was soft as he reassured you , asking one more time despite you having nodded twice already.

His fingers were intertwined with yours , the back of your hands pressing into the mattress as he slowly pushed into you, the stretch of his cock was burning and a little painful but he took his time — being so very gentle and slow with his movements. "I love you baby , so much.."

༊*·˚ Sohee

Your lips were locked with each other's ,the kiss so hot and needy. His hands were roaming your body , slipping underneath the fabric of your shirt to touch your skin. The sudden contact of his cold hands against your warm skin made you flinch , your hips grounding down against his and your breath hitched as you heard a small moan coming from your boyfriend. "Did you just..?", you mumbled through heavy breaths, your cheeks growing hot as you looked down to your boyfriend — his cheeks having a soft pink hue to them , his lips red and swollen. "S-Sorry I- aah..", another quiet moan left his lips as you rocked your hips slowly , feeling his hard bulge rubbing right against your core.

You two shared a look , communication through each other's eyes and no more words were needed as his lips came crashing against yours again — he wanted this just as much as you did. His hands moved from your waist to your hips , helping you with rocking your hips back and forth.

༊*·˚ Anton

What was supposed to be just sitting on his lap while he was producing some beats took an interesting turn , but you weren't complaining — his long , nimble fingers buried in your pussy while you tried to muffle your noises. "Be quiet baby...", his words were so soft yet firm , his left arm wrapped around you to keep you still on his lap. His puppy like eyes were clouded in lust , biting his bottom lip subconsciously as you were shaking on top of him — your head buried into the crook of his neck to muffle your moans, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. His fingers were skilled with the way he curled them inside you , watching your reactions careful to see if he hit the right spot. For someone who never fingered someone before , he sure knew how to make his fingers work.

Anton's cheeks were burning , the flush that spread through his cheeks spreading to his ears as they were burning red. "Doing so well for me..", Anton mumbled , pressing soft kisses on your forehead and smiling to himself despite feeling flustered.

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taedros taedros

wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨

taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 

“thanks,” he echoes. 

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head. 

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?

@jenosbigtoe , you were the only person I could think of whilst finding these pics🤭🫶🏻

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