cherry? cherry. - p.js
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synopsis. okay, fine. jay is a gentleman. that's why he never kisses you or touches you in ways that you want him to, right? a spin-off from love me (k)not and mark me yours!
pairing. alpha!jay x omega!female reader
genre(s). smut, fluff
warnings. MDNI, this is the real ending guys, lots of kissing, nipple play, clit rubbing, thigh riding, slick, breeding kink, a bit of a brat x brat tamer dynamic here (just tiny bit idk how to pull that off), dirty talk, reader loves it when jay curses, p in v, unprotected sex (don't! even think about it, children are expensive), multiple orgasms, jay loves boobs that's his favourite cherry, just jay sucking on boobs, slight lactation kink, aftercare, confession, maki gets what he deserves we cheer, not beta read we die like injang, sorry i'm not a really good smut writer it's not really my expertise, let me know if i missed anything mkay!
word count. 7,497 words
note. yeah they just fucking here. anyway holy shit this trilogy is finally ending!!! i feel so maternal towards enhypen omegaverse. gonna miss them so bad. happy reading!
Dating Jay is everything you could ask for.
He doesn't change when you said yes, watering down his efforts now that he got you in his palms like any of the alphas you had dated. Instead, everything seems to double in its intensity and consistency. He's still doing everything he's been doing, but it feels more detailed and carefree now.
Jay does not hold back from spoiling you, that's for sure.
But one thing he holds back, obviously, is his desire.
You know that he's always been a respectful alpha, a gentleman through and through. Even that does not change when he's finally dating you. The hug you shared in your nest is the most intimate, closest point of contact the two of you have ever done. Beyond that point, Jay remains the perfect gentleman that he is—and he's damn consistent and running a strict program with it.
A warm hand on your waist to guide you through the crowd. That's it. A kiss on your hands whenever he picks you up. That's it. A lingering smooch on your forehead when he's feeling extra giddy. That's it.
That's. It. Not a even a peck on your lips.
And it's starting to annoy you.
You see, you're an omega alright, but omegas have desires too—especially when it comes to their alpha. It's no denying that you want his touch to linger, his hands to travel further, his mouth to get wilder.
It's not an embarrassing thing to admit, okay? And what an omega to do when they have a partner as handsome and well-built as Jay—someone who'd never raise his voice no matter how bratty you're behaving, someone who never sighs whenever you're met with yet another problem?
Is it so wrong to want him to fuck you?
But no, that alpha just has to be a fucking gentleman. He doesn't dare let his hands do anything more than a respectful touch, a brush of fingers that you think about every night more than you'd like to admit. He even sends you to your family home when your heat is about to hit—saying that he does not want to burden you with the choice of having to spend it with him just because he's finally your boyfriend.
What the fuck is he talking about? You do want his knot!
This feeling of constant sexual frustration on the alpha that you love to death but can't seem to get your hints is accummulating, and it's literally an inevitable canon event when you reach your point one freaking night.
You were having a night out with the rest of Jay's friends. The alpha, as usual, sat close to you, but he never let his hands caress you the way you want him to. It's when Riki had drunkenly joked about Jay being the community gentleman and had, at one point, even been willing to spend his omega's heat with him, that you felt the ticking bomb in your head explode.
You knew about it. Of course you did. Jay would never hurt you, so he clarified everything that might warrant a misunderstanding or a fight later if not cleared now. You didn't feel jealous—no, it's not that. You love Riki's mate too, she's been one of your best friends now—which is a whole Guinness world record in itself, because you had a seriously ill attitude with female relationships before.
But you felt this tremendous frustration bubbling over, because yes, he is a gentleman, but what does this say about him not wanting to touch you, when he was ready to help a friend in such a way?
You felt so, ridiculously upset. Because you notice everything.
Notice the way his stare lingers on your chest, notice the way his eyes drop to your lips whenever you pout or when the ramyeon is too spicy it makes your lips swell, notice the way his breath hitches when you rest your legs over his thighs during movie nights, notice all of his wants and desires even when he fails to convey them properly.
And he's…holding himself back when you don't even want him to.
You had pouted all the way home, refusing to give him even a response when he had thrown you questions, replying to him with a silent treatment that you know he dislikes. Something about him telling you, 'Please communicate with me whenever you're upset' seemed to fly over your head, and you felt the exact moment Jay left the conversation for when you reach the confines of your walls when he finally went quiet.
Which explains your position now, craddling his hips with your thighs as you sit comfortably in his lap, a protruding pout forming on your lips. Unlike his usual habit of maintaining a respectful distance from you, he had grabbed your wrist the moment you crossed the door earlier and forced you to sit in his lap and talk to him.
It seems like the patient alpha is slowly losing his grip. You smile triumphantly inside.
"What's the matter, hm?" His voice is rougher than usual, pitched lower from exhaustion and the quiet of the night, but is still edged with the softness he reserves only for you. "You ignored me all the way home. You even refused to look at me when I tried to talk to you. What did I say about communication, baby?"
On any other day, you often take pride in how put-together and gentleman your alpha is, compared to the many assholes walking around the campus out there. But sometimes, he's too much of a green flag that it leaves you thirsty for more; desperate to see him just a little loose and rough.
You decide to stretch whatever patience he has thinner and longer, so you throw your face away and do the exact thing he told you not to. Not even your favourite pet name could fix this attitude.
There's a resounding silence, and you could've sworn you heard his jaw tick, before a thumb and a forefinger pinch your chin and turn your face back to him.
"Y/N. Tell me now. What did I do?" Jay demands, tilting your head slightly down. "Why are you being a brat again?"
There. You have it. When Jay starts calling you a brat, it means you have really gotten on his nerves. It's the only time you could catch even a glimpse of a frustrated Jay, an alpha losing his cool and wanting to gather back the air of dominance that seems to dissipate whenever you pull this stunt.
When Jay starts calling you a brat, you know that you finally have him where you want him to be.
With a deeper pout, you finally say. "You don't like me."
It's a simple sentence, but you're sure it drives him crazy. Jay would give his whole heritance to you if you asked him to, so this accusation, you're confident, will strike him where he never expected it to be.
And it's proved to be true when he loses his grip on your chin a fraction. "What?"
"You never want to touch me or kiss me. You don't like me, do you?" You fake another pout, and it seems to be working because right now there's a flash of panic behind his onyx eyes. "You hate me."
"I-I do touch you, baby. I give you kisses everyday," Jay scrambles to explain himself, not understanding fully where you're coming from. "What do you mean I don't like you? I'd take a bullet for you and you know I'm not joking."
You know he's not. But you're unfortunately a brat, so you simply ignore that sentence and say something entirely unexpected—at least to Jay. Poor, poor Jay.
"But you wouldn't fuck me," you say with a whine, "And I think you know I'm not joking."
You feel the breath leave his lungs as he stops moving for a second, staring at you with wide eyes. He's looking at you like he's seeing you for the first time; the disbelief is so palpable it almost makes you laugh.
"I-I…" Jay visibly swallows. Even in this situation, he keeps his hands to himself, not daring to hold that tempting waist of yours. "Are you drunk, Y/N?"
You almost roll your eyes. "I'm not drunk and you know that, Jay."
Jay is staring at you as though you've just informed him that the Earth has stopped spinning.
"Baby," he licks his lips, fingers flexing on his thighs as he observes your serious expression. "I think you misunderstood. It's not that I didn't want to…touch you—"
"Fuck me," you corrected him helpfully. "Don't twist my words. I explicitly said fuck me."
Jay closes his eyes briefly. Goddess, is this really happening?
"…Okay. It's not that I didn't want to fuck you, baby, it's just…" he trails off but you're no longer following him because your mind has permanently stopped and focused on the sexy way he said the word.
Jay rarely curses, so when he said fuck the way he did just now, it has embarrassingly made you…wet.
You need to see more of that. More of him struggling with his gentleman persona and cursing. More of him trying to remain composed and thinking he has everything figured out when he couldn't even guess what's been running on your mind.
These reckless, unrestrained thoughts are leading you to test him more, taunting the calm wolf residing within him.
"It's just what?" You challenge, bringing your face closer to his until he could feel your hot breath on his mouth. "It's just that you're a virgin, hm? That you never dated anyone so you don't know how to handle me?"
The alpha beneath you freezes, not expecting the words from you. A saccharine smile curls on your lips and your shift closer, taking away every inch of distance between your body and his. You drag a finger on his shoulder, feeling the texture of his Polo shirt with a deliberate touch, and let it travel down his chest. Jay is barely breathing at this moment, hands curling into fists as feels your touch like a trail of fire.
"I'm right, aren't I? You're so inexperienced, never feeling the touch of a woman," you whisper, tone dropping an octave. "That's why you hold back. That's why you only bite your tongue whenever you see me wearing nothing but your shirt in the morning."
Jay's mind is a jumble of frantic words, his breath catching in his throat. You had noticed it—of course you did. It's impossible not to, when you're just attentive towards to him the way he is towards you.
You bring your lips to his ear, playfully blowing into it and giggle when you see the hair on his nape rise. With a sigh, you start whispering again, your hands now coming up to wrap around his neck.
"It's okay, my alpha. I will guide you. I will teach you how to touch me the way I want."
Unseen to you, the alpha's eyes darken at that. The confident lilt in your voice, the sure way your lips muttered those words—it snaps something inside him. Something that he's barely managed to contain; unrestrained want and desire that he's kept at bay in the name of taking things slow with you.
But oh, was he so fucking wrong. Because here you are, in his lap, practically begging him to touch him, asking him to abandon whatever boundaries he has set in his mind and just take you right there on the couch. A request laced in temptation so strong that it's starting to make his head spin—too heady with his carnal desire to have you and sweet fucking scent.
If you think Jay would lose control, you are the one in the wrong here. Because if anything—you have just made me become more obsessed with having the upper hand.
A gasp escapes your lips when you feel his rough hands close on your waist. The alpha grounds you on his lap, locking you in place as he tilts his head sideway, this time it's his lips touching your ears.
"You think I can't handle you, doll?" He whispers, your stomach lurching at the sound of his jagged, sultry voice. "What about you? Can you handle me?"
A triumphant smile touches your lips, vixen eyes glinting in anticipation. You detach yourself from his neck, faking an innocent expression, feeling your heart stutter when you see the bottomless pit of his onyx eyes.
"I have dated people before," you decide to provoke him more, and revel in the way his grip tightens on your waist. "I know how to handle an alpha."
Jay remains quiet, but his jaw moves, ticking in a sudden flare of possessiveness.
His eyes drop to your lips, and then your chest, and he grinds his molars at the image of nameless alphas who had the privilege to be your ex-boyfriends touching your body. Why was he late to find you? The alpha's throat bobs as he swallows, falling into your trap the way you want him to.
"Y/N," he breathes out, breathless in budding annoyance and lust. "Are you sure about this?"
Your heart stutters at that, swelling with never-ending affection at the respectful he is still asking you despite you pulling at him all night. You give a sure nod, not an ounce of hesitation in your gaze to ease the doubts in his mind.
"Say it, baby, I need to hear it from you."
"Yes, Jay," you whisper, "I want you to touch me."
Jay doesn't move.Not immediately.
His fingers remain steady against your waist, but the confidence that had momentarily slipped through the cracks settles back into something quieter—something infinitely more dangerous. His forehead rests against yours as he lets out a slow, measured breath, as though he's trying to gather every frayed thread of his composure before it unravels completely.
"You really have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, a rueful smile ghosting across his lips.
The confession catches you off guard.
For the first time since climbing into his lap, you notice it—not the teasing, not the banter, but the restraint. The way his shoulders remain tense beneath your palms. The way he keeps pausing before every decision, giving you room to pull away if you wanted to.
You realise, with a flutter in your chest, that this has never been about whether he wanted you.
It has always been about making sure you never once doubted that the choice was yours.
"I've been terrified," he admits quietly. "Not of you. But of getting this wrong."
His gaze searches yours with the same patience that had followed you through the studio, through the fashion week, through every breakdown and every victory.
"You've spent so much of your life with people taking from you," he says. "I couldn't bear the thought of becoming another person who did."
Your expression softens.
"Jay..."
He gives your waist the gentlest squeeze, his smile small and almost embarrassed.
"I know I'm probably overthinking it." A quiet chuckle escapes him. "Heeseung says I overthink everything."
"He does say that," you whisper with a laugh.
"Probably because he's right."
There's a breath of silence, and you could visibly feel the way he melts beneath you. Jay tilts his head upwards, eyes already set on your lips, and you're so impatient that you waste no time leaning in and catching him with your mouth.
The alpha freezes for half a second before he starts moving his lips, welcoming the warmth of your lips, wet and addictive. His grip on your waist tightens the way your hands around his neck do, and Jay holds back a groan at the taste of you.
You pull back for a second, caressing his shoulders with a reassuring touch. "It's okay, Jay. You can stop worrying now," you leave a kiss on his cheek and stare into his eyes. "I choose you. I want you."
Jay holds your gaze for a slow, agonising minute, before the faintest smile grazes his lips. He leans in again, this time taking the lead as he captures your lips with his.
It starts with a spark. The way he kisses you is careful at first, like he's afraid he might break you, but the moment your tongue darts out and sweeps across his bottom lip, the alpha surges deeper and presses harder, returning your gesture with similar heat. His tongue pokes and pokes, threading past the seam of your lips and invading your mouth with barely restrained hunger and you moan into the kiss.
"Ngh—" Your head jerks slightly backwards from his newfound confidence, losing your breath because Jay is kissing you like he wants to steal your oxygen and makes everything about you his. He holds the back of your head and tilts you into the angle of his desires, deepening the kiss until your head spins. His teeth bites and his tongue soothes, a repeating action that makes your panties dampen with an aching need.
The kiss breaks only when your lungs burn, but even that does not stop the alpha. Jay lets his lips wander down your chin and the column of your neck, stopping briefly to inhale lungfuls of your sweetening scent. You tilt your head up, allowing him more access as the alpha brands you with his wet kisses, marking his way down your neck with every bite into your skin.
"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this," Jay pants on your skin, dragging his hot lips on your sensitive skin. "I've wanted to kiss you like this for so long, baby."
"Nobody told you to hold back," you taunt, still giving him that attitude that prompts the alpha to sink his teeth into your neck, earning him a loud gasp from you.
"And you've been such a fucking brat."
Oh, fuck. He just cursed. A gush of slick drips into your panties, the smell potent in the air and Jay could feel his mouth salivate at the faintest taste of your cherry scent.
"You like that, huh?" His rough hands caress up your thighs until your skirt bunches up around your hips, and pulls you down until you can feel the hard outline of his cock on your pussy. You let out a mewl. "Like it when I'm saying bad words to you?"
You nod, a bit too eager for your pride, but you couldn't care less anymore. "Yes, please, please give me more."
Jay chuckles darkly. One big hand travels up your torse, passing the swell of your chest that has your breath hitching before it stops on your lips. The alpha brushes the bitten skin tenderly, a flicker of fondness crossing his eyes before it darkens.
He pushes two fingers into the cavern of your mouth.
"Suck."
Your tongue darts around his digits, obeying him almost instantly that you'd be embarrassed of it on any other day. You hold his wrist, capturing his half-lidded eyes as you hollow your cheeks and suck his fingers deeper. Your tongue swirls slowly, drenching his fingers with your saliva as you take him the way you would his cock.
"Fuck," Jay presses on your tongue, harder and deeper, watching with dark satisfaction as your eyes water slightly. "You look so good stuffed with my fingers like this. So quiet and obedient when you're not acting like a brat."
You moan around his fingers, rubbing yourself on his thighs when your pussy tingles with more slick. The alpha beneath you curls into a smirk, pulling his fingers out, a thin thread of salive connecting them to your lips until it snaps.
"Good fucking girl," he whispers and surges forward, kissing you again, this time with wilder hands as he squeezes and gropes your ass. "Driving me crazy with that tongue of yours. Always so demanding, always testing my patience."
Jay trails his hand upwards and grips the hem of your baby tee in his fist. He breaks the kiss and peppers a wet trail of kisses to your ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it until you whimper.
"Let me make this clear to you, baby. I know how to handle you," Jay hotly whispers. "And I'll show you how."
In one swift movement, Jay drags your shirt up, revealing your bare torso to the warming air of the cold apartment. Your stomach flips at the motion, goosebumps erupting, while Jay almost loses his mind at the sight of your strapless bra.
They hold the weight of your breasts so snugly, creating a deep crease of cleavage that has been calling to him since the first night he first met you. His stare is blatant and obvious, tracing a finger up your skin and you immediately squirm, already wanting more.
"Jay, hurry," you demand, gripping at his wrist and directing it to your tits. "Touch me."
Jay clicks his tongue. "So bossy."
He takes both of your hands and twists them gently to your back, careful not to hurt you, and resticts your movement in one fist. You struggle, taken aback from the sudden roughness, and narrow your eyes at him.
"Jay, let me go."
"Shh, baby," he drags the clothes further upward, and a sickening smirk plays at his lips at the look of desperation in your eyes. "I want you to keep quiet. Not even a sound from you, Y/N."
You're about to protest, but the alpha is already shoving the hem of your baby tee into your mouth, forcing you to bite on it like a fake gag. Your eyes widen, heart pounding like a trapped bird at this, and fuck—it makes you so fucking wet.
Satisfied with your obedience, Jay uses his only free hand to unclasp your bra and lets the fabric fall down onto his lap. Your breasts fall free, bouncing from the escape of the confines of your bra, and Jay almost moans at the sight,
"Oh my Goddess, baby," he breathes in awe, greedy hand cupping one tit with a barely contained hunger. "Your tits are so fucking pretty."
Your whine gets muffled by the fabric of your shirt, hips bucking when Jay runs a rough finger over your nipple. The need to just pull his face into your chest and let him feast overweighs any logical thought, but is stopped by the strong grip around your wrists.
"Been dreaming of these tits since that night, baby," Jay mouths at your chest, eyes flicking upward to capture your moist gaze. He latches his mouth on your right nipple, his free hand cupping the other breast. "So full and perfect. Made to be groped like this."
The alpha starts sucking on the darkened skin of your areola, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud like he was starved of it. The contact sends jolts up your spine and down to your core where your cunt is pulsing in an aching need to be touched, slick gushing out ftom arousal.
Jay couldn't get enough of your tits. The soft mounds are so soft and so full, overflowing in his hand and yielding to his touch. He drinks in the taste of your skin on his tongue, drool smearing on the perked up nipple like he was a lost traveller tasting water for the first time.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, switching to the other breast, the supple skin dimpling under his fingertips. His hungry gaze makes your whole body tremble, igniting sparks straight to your cunt. "Love your tits so much. Gonna knock you up until they're full of milk."
That's so dirty. You can't believe Jay is capable of such thoughts. Your body arches into his touch, could feel his tongue swirling over the stiff peak, lapping and tugging until it's sucked raw. Down there, your pussy is a wet mess, producing a disgusting amount of slick until the air is tainted heavily by your aroused scent.
Seeking friction and relief, you move your hips, trying to ease the ache in your core.
"Pf—Pfwease—" You bite onto your tee harder, drool seeping into it until it's soaked. A particular hard pinch on your nipple makes you hiss sharply, pain melting into sparks of pleasure. Nobody has ever kissed your breasts in this way, so utterly devoted with an undertone of obsession that makes you crave for more.
Jay is a relentless force on your chest. He finally lets go of your hands, and then he feels your fingers in his hair, pushing his head further down to devour your tits. It's obscene and sexy, and Jay couldn't care less if he spent a little too long on your breasts tonight. The subject of his lustful wet dreams is moaning wantonly on him, he would suck the milk out of your tits if he could.
Holding his arms for support, you start grinding harder.
"Ahh…Jay…just like that," you bite your lips until you taste copper, your shirt has completely escaped your mouth. Your whole body tingles from the his hot touch, and you don't think you could even produce coherent thoughts anymore when his hard length is poking at your clothed entrance down there, bumping into your peaked clit with every drag. "Please, baby, 'feels so fucking good."
"'M gonna make you cum like this," Jay mumbles with your nipple in his mouth. His hands raise to hold both breasts and squeeze them to the center of your chest, and then he buries his face into your cleavage, inhaling your scent like the greedy alpha that he is. "Wanna see you fall apart just from me sucking your tits."
You couldn't answer to that, not when he's back to suckling your nipples, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a pleasurable mix of pain. You let out a loud whine, hips getting more frantic and soaking his dress pants.
You feel the taut pull in your abdomen. Jay senses it too, as he could smell the delicious, sultry accent of your pheromone spiking up in arousal.
He brings down one hand and finds your clothed clit, wasting no time to rub tight circles on the bud, pushing you further to the edge. You let out short, staggering breaths, not caring if he suffocated from the the weight of your breasts as you shove his face deeper.
"'M gonna cum, baby, 'm so close—"
"Cum for me pretty girl," he rasps, biting more of your supple flesh, leaving marks of territory that deeply satisfy his alpha. "Come on, give it to me."
You reach the peak with a high-pitched moan, hips grinding down greedily to chase the sensation, slicking up his thighs and the couch with your essence. Jay welcomes it with more kisses on your chest—a bruised, utterly-claimed canvas that has been bitten into the shape of his teeth.
"So fucking good to me," Jay whispers once you come down from your high, gicing you a soft kiss that reignites the fire within you. "Never knew you were such a sensitive brat. Coming from just grinding on my thigh—are you sure you're not the virgin one here, baby?"
"Jay…" You don't know whether to pull or push him, still sensitive from your release, but he's being annoying right now. Jay only chuckles. Strong hands grip your thighs as he lifts you up, carrying you to where your shared bedroom is.
His mouth is still stubbornly devouring yours, hot breath mingling and tongue licking hungrily like he wants to claim every inch of your mouth. Your lips are shiny and swollen, bitten-raw by the alpha currently feasting on you.
Jay lies you down on the mattress gently, situating himself between your legs. His eyes are transfixed on the drenched spot of your pantries, and then his signature smirk comes to life when he catches your flushed face.
"You're soaked."
"You did this to me."
"You begged for it, baby." Jay drawls. He leans back slightly to discard his Polo shirt and your saliva is gathering again at the sight of his well-toned body. The ripple muscle of his abs flexes at the same time his biceps do when he leans over your body to do the same thing to you.
"Oh my Goddess," he whispers, taking in the sight of you all splayed on the mattress for him. Your hair spreads on the sheet like a beautiful halo, and there are littering marks decorating your previously-unblemished skin. Your face, still glowing with post-orgasm, is flushed from heat, matching the swollen lips of your abused lips.
Fuck. He did this to you. Park Jongseong, you hungry monster.
Jay leans down and starts peppering your face with soft kisses. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. I can't get enough of you."
You hold his face in your palms, a small smile grazing your lips when you see the fondness in his eyes. "Thank you, handsome," you peck his nose, "But I really want your cock right now."
There's a chuckle that escapes the alpha's lips, the familiar rich sound that never fails to make your chest flutter. "Ah, baby. You're still so demanding," Jay leans back, now raking over your body with the same dangerous glint that makes you squirm. "What should I do with a brat like you, hm?"
You roll your eyes, which prompt Jay to raise one eyebrow. "Stop talking. Just give it to me."
Jay tongues the inside of his cheek. He takes hold of your wrist and guides it to the raging boner on his pants and lets you feel a shy of a touch of his cock.
"Ask nicely then I'll consider giving it to you."
You visibly gulp. It was easy to beg when you're already so dazed with lust just now. And don't get you wrong, you're still horny—but there's more clarity in your thought process than it was when you had a hungry alpha sucking on your breasts a few minutes ago.
"Come on, baby," his voice is rough, pitched lower from lust. "Think you can handle my virgin cock?"
Jay lets you palm his clothed dick, his head tilting upward to showcase his long neck, eyes closing shut. An obscene moan comes out of his throat at the contact. The sound of him—totally undone and scratched, sends another spark straight to your soaked pussy.
When Jay opens his eyes again, it's filled with a deeper, carnal desire. It's like he's shifted his singular, predatory focus on you—on devouring you like a meal right then and there, and there's absolutely nothing that can stop him tonight.
In a swift motion, Jay detaches your hand from his crotch, and you almost whine. The alpha hovers over you, pinning both of your wrists over your head as he leans down to whisper hotly into your ears.
"Cat got your tongue, baby?" Jay licks the shell of your ear, and you mewl at the wet sensation. Another hand travels south before the rough of his palm cups your pussy. Your entire body jolts at that, the touch awakening the desire that was just about to settle.
"Jay!"
"Mhm," Jay hums. His middle finger trace the outline of tour nether lips, gathering the slick and spreading it across the sensitive skin. "Do you hear that? You're so wet for me."
His thumb, bigger and rougher, flicks over your clit, and the combination of him playing with your slicked cunt and your desperate clit is too much that you want more and him to never stop. You tug your wrists, trying to hold onto something, but the alpha only tightens his grip.
"No, baby, none of that," Jay chuckles coyly, branding the sensual expression of your face, mouth hanging open in a desperate moan when he prods one finger into your gaping hole and pulls out again. "Just use your words, hm?"
"Ahhhh—Jay—moreeee."
"Not that," he fakes a pout. He does it again, and again and again, teasing you by shoving his finger in and dragging it out the moment your walls try to suck him in. "Try again, baby."
"P-Please," you pant, hips bucking up at every brush on your clit and every brief intrusion. "Pleaseee, I want more."
But Jay only smiles. "Not that. Come on, baby, guide me," the alpha blows on your ears and watch the shiver rolls over your body. If you weren't too far gone in your lust, you would've snapped at him for throwing back your words in your face again. "I'm so inexperienced. I don't know what to do."
This time, Jay thrusts in two of his girthy fingers, and your eyes squeeze shut from the sudden burst of pleasure. "Should I do it like this?"
They curl and wiggle, dragging deliberately on your walls before he pulls back again, leaving your hole more soaked and needier.
"Or should I just leave it to dry?"
Your face flushes in frustration. "Nghhh Jay!" You whine, thrashing in his hold from the denied pleasure, tears gathering in your eyes. "Please! Just fuck me already!"
Jay heaves out a long exhale, tracing your lips with his slick-coated fingers before shoving them into your mouth again. "You sure you can take it?" You hum around his digits, eagerly sucking him in and his gaze darkens at that. "I may be a virgin, but I am still big, baby."
You nod, mouth still full of his fingers, and Jay couldn't resist the urge to thrust in a third finger. Without a second thought, you spread your legs, an open invitation for the alpha to just take you and use you as he pleases.
"Such a pretty mouth, oh my fucking Goddess," Jay pulls out and leans in to kiss you, slotting himself between your thighs. "'m gonna make you suck me off one day. Choke on my big knot like the good omega you are, hm?"
"Yes, please," you whisper wetly, lips still coated with saliva. "Please, gonna suck you off later. Just fuck me already."
The sound of a belt unbuckling echoes inside the room. You wait with ragged breaths as Jay skillfully undoes his pants, pushing it down to his mid-thigh. The sight of his protruding cock againts the thin material of his boxes has your mind spinning. Immediately, a burst scent of his pheromone—sour citrus turning sweet and saccharine, along with the hint of metals—spreads into the air.
Saliva fills your mouth at the sight of the wet patch, and when Jay fully discards his pants with a hiss, you're already drooling for his girthy cock.
Fuck. He wasn't joking when he told you that he was big.
"Mmmm," Jay moans quietly as he pumps his dick. It swells from neglection, and upon contact with his palm, bead by sticky bead of precum starts oozing out of its flushed tip.
"Y/N," his voice is firmer this time, catching your immediate attention. For a short moment, the haziness in his eyes clears up, replaced by a seriousness that makes your heart skip a beat.
"Are you sure about this?" Jay asks quietly. "We don't have to rush. I can take my time with you."
You shake your head, appreciating his concern all over again. "I know what I can handle, Jay," you murmur. "It's okay."
His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "No protection?"
You give him a timid nod. "Just...pull out."
Jay falls silent. His gaze lingers on you for a long moment, searching your expression one last time before he looks away, his thoughts unreadable. The sheets rustle as he goes back to hovering over you, one hand tugging at his dick while he descends to capture your lips.
"I'm gonna go slow, okay?" Jay murmurs on your lips. You give him a hum, feeling the tip of his cock lining up your cock. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to another kiss the moment you feel the blunt tip nudging at your entrance.
The stretch burns—you underestimated the period of time you have gone without having sex. It stings until your eyes moisten, but Jay is so gentle despite his persona just now. He's taking it slow with every inch of intrusion, bruising your lips with his kisses to distract you from the pain.
"Are you okay, baby?" Jay hums on your skin.
You take a deep, shuddering breath, letting your walls adjust to the size of his cock. When the sting eases into flutters of budding pleasure, you give him a nod, lips brushing on his ears.
"You can move now."
Jay starts slow, moving his hips with hesitation, eyes flicking to your face every two seconds. Both of his hands hold your waist down in a gentle grip, this time afraid of actually causing you pain.
But when your hitched breathing turns into quiet sighs, and then gradually grows into loud, high-pitched moans, he knows that he's breached part the line of discomfort.
"Ahhh, ahh, mmm," your hands find purchase on his back. Every drag of his cock against your walls is causing a delicious friction that your nerves tingle in pleasure. Your cunt is oozing out more slick, getting wetter and wetter with every thrust of his cock.
"Go faster, Jay."
Ah. That bratty tone is back.
"Yeah?" Instead of complying, he does the exact opposite. Jay slows down his movement, pulling back until only tip of his cock catching your hole, before lazily pushing back inside, giving you a slow torture. "That's not the way to ask your alpha, you fucking brat."'
Nails digging into his back, you bite your lips as you try to fuck yourself on his dick. But Jay is quick to stop you, his grip on your waist tightening in bruising hold that'll marks in the shape of his fingertips soon.
"Please…" you beg, pleading eyes peering up at the alpha panting on top of you. "Please, Jay. Just do it—faster, please."
Jay chances a small smile and peck your lips. "As you wish, baby."
The alpha sits on his heels and grabs your thighs, forcing open an access as he adjusts you to another angle. With one clean thrust, he shoves his length into your hole, running it across your inner walls, earning cute noises from you in return.
Jay just feels so damn big. The blunt head of his cock keeps hitting that spot, that sweet, sweet spot that has your mind blurring for a second before a surge of pleasure bursts in your system. Your hands scramble for the sheets, trying to keep yourself grounded when it feels like you're floating from ecstacy.
"Oh—oh—oh—" The familiar pressure is fast building in your tummy, and you know that you're getting close again. "Jay—ahhh, fuck, baby—'M so close!"
"Just cum," he groans, feeling your walls spasming around him as you reach another high. But the alpha refuses to slow down. He grabs the underside of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding you in half as his crazen eyes catch the sight of your cum frothing around his cock.
"Jay! Too sensitive!"
"More," the alpha growls, his hips pistoning relentlessly. The air heats up with the smell of sweat and sex, coated with the mix of your cherry scent and his citrusy pheromones. It's heady and potent, pulling you under into a haziness that makes your eyes water.
"Give me more, baby, I know you can."
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
"J-Jay—ahhhh—" you hold an arm over your mouth, trying to dampen down the noises escaping your lips. But Jay only pulls your hand away, his cock splitting you open like a spear. "Let me hear you baby. Let me hear you say my name."
"Nghh, nghh, Jay-ah—"
"Such a shame you're not in heat," the alpha grumbles as he pushes deeper, changing his rhythm into slow, hard thrusts that push you up the bed until it rattles against the wall. "I would fuck you until my seed catches. Pump you full of my pups you can't even walk."
Your body is reacting to his every thrust, shivering at his every word as you feel more slick coating his dick wet until it's the only filthy sound you could hear. An obscene moan leaves your lips every second, and that same heat is gathering inside you again.
You watch him through half-lidded eyes. Jay's has his sharp eyes narrowed like a predator, his jaw locked in a tight clench as he focuses on the way your body ripples with every sharp thrust. He bares his neck when you give his cock a deliberate squeeze, breath stuttering as pleasure consumes him.
And Jay being Jay, he could never resist the temptation to hold your tits. They keep bouncing, soft and so, so fucking yielding to every thrust, a temptation that nobody could refuse. The alpha sneaks an arm up your torso and gives your left breast one harsh, posessive squeeze.
"Ffffuck, I could come just from watching your tits bounce like that, baby." Jay whispers, one hand fondling with your breast without losing his tempo. He grinds into you, then pulls out and slams back in with a fervor of a man desperate for release. "Perfect fucking tits. Gonna fuck these tits one day."
"Jay—Jay—ah,"
"I'm close, I'm close, baby, fuck," he chants like a mantra. A lewd moan slips past his lips when your pussy grips him tighter, indicating the approaching of your third orgasm. "'M close baby, gonna cum on your tits. Shit, let me cum on your tits."
A ripping pleasure crashes into you as you squirt a violent spurt of slick into the mattress, your back arching into a bow as you cum so hard. Jay follows not long after, pulling out just in time to let out rope after rope of hot release on your chest, painting over the bruises and hickeys with white cum.
You go lax on the mattress, too spent and stretched thin to even move a muscle, as you feel his cum trickle down the side of your torse. Jay stares, too taken with the indecent look in front of him, almost wishing he had a camera in his hand.
"Holy Goddess," the alpha smiles, "You squirted on me, baby."
"Shut up," you hiss weakly with closed eyes, exhaustion already crawling up your sticky body.
You hear a rustle of movement and the clinking of his belt, before your body is suddenly scooped up into a pair of strong arms. Jay's warm lips press on your forehead as the alpha carries you to the bedroom.
"Let's clean up, baby," he whispers as he turns out the faucet of your bathtub. "I need to change the sheets before we can sleep on it."
You only hum, too tired to respond, and let him do everything for you. The alpha is so gentle with his hands, soaping your body with your favourite vanilla-scented bodywash, and scrubbing off all traces of the night down the drain. He's especially careful with the space between your legs, aware of its oversensitivity after three consecutive orgasms.
When your back hits the mattress, the sheets smells of laundry and Jay's chosen detergent. You're buried inside his oversized tee shirt—the scent of his pheromone clinging to every thread of the fabric.
It is a perfect setting to sleep.
Jay engulf you in a tight hug, pulling you closer into a cuddling position and leaves more kisses on the crown of your hair.
"Sleep tight, baby."
Long into the night, when the pale silver of the Moon is still casting the room with thin stripes of light, Jay is still awake, listening to your calm breathing. His thumb rubs an endless loop of circle on your shoulders, his pheromone wafting gently to soothe you in your sleep.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, playing with the strands of your hair before dropping it with a smile.
Watching you sleep like this, utterly safe and secure in his arms, fills his chest with that familiar swell of dripping affection that is borderline devastating. His eyes, only ever hold love for you, gaze at you softly, the tenderness of it would make you ache had you been conscious to see it.
"I understand Sunoo now, Y/N."
I wish to always hold you like this.
Jay leans down and bumps his nose with yours, eyes closing in a resignation akin to a man surrendering to love.
'There is someone out there who needs your kindness, hyung,' Sunoo's voice echoes in his mind. Jay gives the gentlest, most devastating smile.
"I think I've found my purpose."
I wish to always love you, Y/N.
"You are my purpose."
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