⠀ TIED TO YOU ❤︎ 심재윤
𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍⠀ ✶ ⠀ sim jaeyun is the kind of person who loves sweet, soft moments. but on this particular night, he’s more than happy to hand over the reins.
𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟐 🗯️ ✽ ─── ⏾ 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 sim jaeyun⠀x ⠀ 𝓯 ! rea ´ ꒳ ` 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : established relationship ˒ romantic intimacy ˒ lovestruck jake ˒ literally smut ˒
𝔀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit sexual content ⋮ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ✿ bondage ˒ unprotected p in v ˒ rough sex ˒ riding ˒ jake has a mommy kink ˒ breeding kink ˒ dirty talk ˒ praise kink ˒ size kink ˒ creampie ˒
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꉂ (˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
🪷 。 𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 thinking of just sticking to drabbles for now because i genuinely have too many tasks on my plate right now eurgh ᴖ̈ will definitely try getting those event requests done asap tho ㅤꨄ︎
Ever since you and Jake had begun dating, it didn't really take long for you to figure out that Jake's the kind of person who wanted you to feel the love in every moment.
Slow mornings where Jake would surprise you with breakfast in bed; eggs, bacon, sausages, and pineapple juice, your absolute favorite. When you'd come home from work feeling exhausted, he'd wipe off your makeup carefully and do your skincare routine for you. When you were experiencing painful period cramps, he'd be by your side, bringing you tea, heating pads, and doing your share of the chores.
So much so, he was the kind who loved slow and romantic sex.
Tonight was different though.
You'd pinned his wrists above his head before he even realized what was happening, looping the silk tie around the bars of the headboard with a practiced knot. Jake didn't fight it. His lips parted, his chest heaving, and when you sat back on his thighs and admired your work, he swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. He looked up at you with those wide, desperate brown eyes, pupils blown so dark the iris was nearly gone, and he whispered, "Yes. Please. Whatever you want."
You were wearing nothing but Jake's oversized band t-shirt, the faded cotton hanging off one shoulder, the hem riding up your thighs as you straddled him. You hadn't even taken your panties off yet, just rolled them to the side when you sank down onto him, and the fabric of the shirt brushed against his bare stomach every time you moved forward. His cock was buried to the hilt inside you, thick and impossibly hard, and you could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him stretching you open in the most obscene way.
"Mmgh—faster, baby. Ride me until I—ah—forget your name," he moaned out, his eyes rolling back, his cock twitching deep inside you.
You rolled your hips slowly at first, deliberately, dragging your wet heat along his length and feeling him pulse against your walls. The sound was filthy, wet, slick, and unmistakable, your arousal coating him so thoroughly that every movement made a shameless, squelching noise that echoed through the bedroom. His hips jerked up involuntarily, seeking more friction, and you pressed his hips down with one firm hand on his lower stomach.
"Ah-ah. Stay still. I said I'm setting the pace tonight, remember?" you scolded gently, and Jake whimpered, actual tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the effort of holding himself back. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and soaked into the pillow beneath his head. His bangs were already damp, sticking to his forehead in messy clusters.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I'll be so good for you," he panted, his fingers flexing uselessly against the silk restraint, not pulling to escape but gripping onto it like a lifeline, anchoring himself because he didn't trust his own body not to buck up into you again.
"God—baby, you feel so warm, so tight—fuck, you're so—ah—hot," he whined out, his voice cracking on the last word.
You rewarded him by picking up the pace, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a rhythm that made the mattress creak beneath you. The sound of your skin slapping against his grew louder, sharper, punctuating every thrust like a filthy metronome. His thighs flexed beneath you, the muscles in his stomach tensing and releasing every time your body met his, and you could see the glistening sheen of sweat beginning to form across his chest and collarbones.
You leaned down to give him a passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth, swallowing the desperate little sounds he was making. He kissed you back like a drowning man, sloppy and hungry, his tongue sliding against yours with no coordination whatsoever, just pure need. When you pulled away, a string of saliva connected your lips for a brief second before breaking, and Jake chased your mouth, craning his neck up for more.
"Harder, mama, that's it right there. Faster—please," he groaned out, his head falling back into the pillows and his teeth biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave an indent. His chest was heaving, ribs visible with every ragged breath, and the sound of your bodies colliding was getting wetter, louder, nastier with every passing second.
"Shh, be a good boy for me and just feel it, okay? You're doing so well, baby," you cooed, bouncing on his cock faster, your hands trailing up the shirt you were wearing so he could see them, fingers walking up your own stomach slowly, pushing the fabric higher, giving him a glimpse of skin beneath.
Jake's eyes locked onto the hem of the shirt like it was the most mesmerizing thing he'd ever seen. He watched the fabric ride up with every bounce, flashing glimpses of your bare stomach, the underside of your breasts, the place where your body swallowed him over and over. His mouth fell open, a broken sound escaping his throat that was somewhere between a moan and a sob.
"Fuck, you're wearing my shirt—mmgh—you're riding me in my fucking shirt," he rasped, his voice wrecked and thin. "You look so—god—you look so filthy wearing my shirt while you fuck me, I can see it riding up every time you—ah—every time you drop down on me, I can see you taking me in, I can—see everything—"
"You like that?" you breathed, rolling your hips in a deep, grinding circle that pressed him against your cervix and made your own vision pixelate for a second. "You like watching me ride your big cock in your shirt, baby? Makes you even harder, doesn't it? I can feel it. I can feel you getting thicker inside me."
"Yes, mama—yes," he cried out, tears now spilling freely down the sides of his face, his hips trembling with the effort of not thrusting up into you. "I love watching you—watching you ride me, watching you fuck me hard. You look so—fucking gorgeous, your body moving like that, my shirt on you—fuck, it—makes me so horny, I'm so horny for you, I can't, I can't—"
"Can't what?" you demanded, breathless now too, because his dick was hitting that spot inside you over and over and your thighs were burning but you didn't dare stop. "Use your words, Jake. Tell me what you need, what you want, anything."
"I need to come—I need to come so bad, please let me come. I'll be so good—fuck—I've been so good, please," he babbled, his wrists pulling at the tie so hard the headboard creaked, not trying to escape, just needing something to hold onto while his entire body vibrated with tension. Sweat was beading at his hairline now, rolling down his jaw, pooling in the hollow of his throat. His abs were clenched so tight they were shaking.
"You wanna come inside me, baby?" you asked, and you watched his face absolutely crumble with want.
"Please, please, please—let me come inside, I wanna fill you up so bad, wanna give you everything, please, mama—fuck—please," he begged, and his voice was so high and thin and desperate that it sent a bolt of heat straight through your core. You clenched around him involuntarily and he sobbed.
"Ah, Jake, you feel so good—so big, you're so deep—mmgh," you managed, your own rhythm faltering for just a second as the pleasure crested. The slapping of skin on skin was relentless now, a wet, obscene percussion that mixed with the creak of the bed frame and Jake's continuous stream of whimpered praise.
"So big for me—stretching me out so good, you're so fucking big—baby—I can barely take it," you gasped, and he shuddered beneath you like the words were physically stroking his cock.
"You take it so well—you take me so well, mama. You were made for me, made for my cock," he whimpered back, because even tied up and desperate and barely coherent, Jake couldn't stop telling you how good you were, how perfect, how everything about you drove him insane.
"I'm gonna come, mama—" His voice pitched up into a register you'd never heard from him before, a reedy, fractured sound.
"That's it, baby, that's it," you said, speeding up your pace, slamming your hips down with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall, the sound of your bodies meeting now sharp and loud and absolutely filthy. "Fuck a baby into me. Come inside me until I'll be able to feel you for days."
Jake let out a sound that was barely human, a wrecked, guttural moan that broke into a whine at the end. "Yes—hell yes—I'll give you a baby, I'll fill you up so deep, you'll be dripping me for days, I'll put a baby in you, I'll, fuck, fuck—"
"Give it to me, give me everything," you commanded, and your own orgasm was right there, coiling tight at the base of your spine, your walls fluttering around him in warning.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, mama, I'm—ah—fuck—" Jake's entire body arched off the bed, his back bowing as he buried himself as deep as he could go, and you felt the first hot pulse of him spilling inside you, thick, copious, endless. He was moaning your name, then just sounds, then nothing but shuddering breaths as his cock kicked and throbbed, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into your pussy. His hips stuttered up into you involuntarily, grinding himself even deeper, and you could feel the warmth of him flooding your insides, so much of it, the excess already beginning to leak out around where you were joined and drip down onto his thighs.
That was what pushed you over. You came with a cry, your walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him through it, pulling every last drop deeper inside. Your vision went white at the edges, your hands bracing against his chest, and you could feel your own body drawing him in, greedy and needy, making sure none of it would go to waste. The pleasure rolled through you in waves, your thighs trembling on either side of his hips, your breath coming in sharp, staccato gasps.
You both stayed there for a long moment, trembling, catching your breath. Jake's cock was still twitching inside you, oversensitive now, and you could feel the mess he'd made, the obscene squelch of his come shifting inside you every time you so much as breathed. His chest was heaving, his skin flushed from his cheeks down to his nipples, sweat glistening across his whole body, his hair a dark, damp mess against the pillow. His fingers were still wrapped around the silk tie, knuckles white, and when you finally, slowly, leaned forward, he let out a shaky exhale against your lips.
You kissed him. Slow this time, soft, your lips moving gently over his while his cock was still buried inside you, still half-hard, keeping everything exactly where it belonged. He kissed you back with a tenderness that made your chest hurt, his tongue tracing your lower lip, his breath warm and unsteady. You reached up and undid the tie with one hand, freeing his wrists, and his arms immediately wrapped around you, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other pressing flat against the small of your back, holding you against him like he was afraid you'd disappear.
His fingers stroked through your hair. You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your own chest, gradually slowing. The mess between your thighs was warm and sticky and neither of you moved to do anything about it.
Jake broke the kiss first, just enough to speak, his lips still brushing yours. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, ruined from all the sounds you'd pulled out of him tonight.
"We should do this again more often."
You laughed, breathless, pressing your forehead to his, and you felt him smile against your skin.
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