hiii baeee when will you be taking requests again? Wanna make sure I’m not sending anything when you’re resting or taking a break so you don’t feel pressured <3
sosossosoo sorry for the late reply, but i feel like i can take requests now because i legit miss you guys a lot… i still have a lot of requests but i’ll make sure to write them, but my priority will be the ones that feel more different than the others so GET WILD AND CREATIVE 🙏🏻
i’m kinda nervous about this i feel like i forgot how to write 😐 be patient with me please
You’re my fav writer too 🥹 you’re popular af girl! -🐈⬛
you’re gonna make me cry 😭😭 STOP I WANT TO HUG YOU SO BAD RN I WISH I CAN KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU GUYS IM HAVING MY FEELS RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭 (my period is in 5 days i’m emotional don’t mind me)
warnings: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader, car sex, riding, unprotected s*x, multiple orgasms, driver’s seat & backseat, the car is parked!
a/n: this is ass… i haven’t been active here im sorry y’all i’ll come back 😭😭
The engine of Sunghoon's black SUV was still humming, quiet in the deserted underground parking garage. You'd felt it simmering all night; the tension, the heat of his gaze tracking you across the room at the dinner, his fingers brushing yours under the table, lingering a second too long.
You'd just closed the passenger door when he turned in the driver's seat, the leather creaking. The polite, polished mask was gone, stripped away by the dim, ambient light and the crushing privacy of the concrete walls. What was left was pure Sunghoon; eyes dark, jaw tight with a hunger that had been building for hours.
"You," he said, the single word rough, "have been driving me insane."
You didn't get a chance to answer. His hand came up, fingers threading into your hair, and he pulled you across the console. It was all teeth and desperate tongue, a release of the pent up energy he'd been forced to contain. You tasted the faint, sweet bitterness of soju on his lips and met his ferocity with your own, a hand fisting in the soft fabric of his sweater.
He broke the kiss, breathing ragged, his forehead resting against yours. "I need you. Now. I can't wait."
The console was an barrier but he was already solving it. With a grunt of effort, he pushed his seat back as far as it would go, the motor whirring. His hands went to your waist, guiding you, pulling you until you were straddling his lap in the driver's seat, facing him. The steering wheel dug into your back, a cold, hard reminder of where you were. The space was cramped, intimate, filled with the scent of his cologne and the heated spice of want.
His hands slid under your skirt, pushing the fabric up around your hips, his palms hot against your thighs. “All night," he muttered against your neck, nipping the sensitive skin there, "watching you laugh, watching you talk... all I could think about was this. Was how you’d struggle taking my cock in your tight pussy in this skirt.”
You rocked against him, feeling the hard ridge of his erection straining against his pants, and he groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through your chest. He fumbled with his belt and zipper, his usual grace vanished, replaced by a raw need. His fingers tucked your panties to the side with a frantic impatience that made your heart thunder.
He hissed when you aligned his cock with your hole, and when he finally slid into you, it was with a single, deep thrust that forced a sharp gasp from your lungs. He was everywhere, filling you, the stretch a perfect, burning ache. The confined space amplified everything; the sound of your ragged breathing, the slick, wet sound of his movement, the low curses he breathed into your skin.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your rhythm. "You feel... God, you feel..."
He couldn't finish the sentence. His words dissolved into groans. You braced your hands on his shoulders, on the headrest behind him, moving with him, chasing the coil of pleasure tightening low in your belly. Every roll of your hips, every deep grind, was met with a punishing thrust upward from him. The car rocked gently on its suspension. His mouth was on your collarbone, your jaw, your lips, kissing you with a messy, desperate passion.
His control was fraying, you could feel it in the tremor of his muscles, in the broken rhythm of his thrusts. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice guttural. You forced your eyes open, meeting his blown black gaze. The sight of him; flushed, sweaty, utterly undone for you, sent you spiraling. Your orgasm crashed over you, a silent, breathtaking wave that clenched around him, milking a ragged shout from his throat as he followed you over the edge, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you.
You slumped against him, boneless, feeling the frantic beat of his heart against your chest slowly begin to steady. It should have been enough. The need had been sated. But as your breathing calmed, his hands began to move again; soothing strokes down your spine that slowly turned possessive once more. He nuzzled into your hair, his lips brushing your temple. "Not enough," he murmured, voice thick with renewed desire. "Need more of you. All of you."
Before you could process it, he was shifting you off his lap with a wet, intimate sound that made you blush. He opened the driver's door, the garage's cold air a shock on your heated skin, and stepped out, coming around to your side. He opened your door, his expression fierce, tender, and utterly determined.
"Backseat," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. It wasn't a request.
You climbed in awkwardly into the back, the leather cool against your bare skin. He followed, his larger frame crowding the space. Here, there was marginally more room, but it felt even more illicit, more secret. He laid you back across the seat, coming over you, his weight a delicious anchor.
This time it was slower. He kissed you like he was memorizing you, his hands worshipping every curve and plane of your body. The urgency was replaced by a devastating thoroughness. He bunched your skirt up your waist, pushing one finger in to keep you stuffed with his cum. You moaned with the sensitivity, and he added another finger that made you gasp. He pumped his fingers in and out and thumb played with your clit.
“Hoon, please…” you begged him, just as he felt your walls clench around him to signal how close you were, but both of you wanted his cock in you.
He watched your face as he entered, hazy eyes and open mouth and messed up makeup; he was mesmerized, whispering beautiful, filthy, heartfelt things you only half understood but felt to your core. "I'm yours." "So perfect." "Never get enough."
He pushed you deeper into the seat with his hips, and a hand wrapped around your neck to hold you in place, not choking but reminding you he’s in control. When you came, it was with a shared, shuddering cry, your bodies locked together as you crashed in unison.
He collapsed on top of you, then quickly shifted his weight to the side, pulling you tightly against him in the narrow space. The windows were completely fogged, sealing you in your own warm, spent world. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm.
"We should..." you started, your voice hoarse.
"We should stay right here," he interrupted, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Just for a minute."
Killed it with the new jay fic🤎🤎 could we get a holiday szn steamy jay fic next 🥹
GROW IN HER, park jay
warnings: husband!jay x fem!idol, parenting talk and etc, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, dirty talk, praising, oral (f. rec), fingering, multiple orgasms, crying.
a/n: yapped a little... maybe i'm ready to give jay a baby, what do u think chat?
The air in the supermarket was cool and sterile. Your cart was full of the usual things- coffee, Jay's protein bars, laundry detergent; but your husband's attention was elsewhere. He paused at the end of the aisle, his hand on the cart's handle, his eyes scanning the display of baby blankets with focus.
"Jay?" you called softly, coming up beside him. Your fingers laced with his on the handle. "They're cute."
He startled, just a little, as if he was caught in a private dream. A faint blush crept up the back of his neck under his crisp collar. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low rumble. He cleared his throat, straightening his posture, the perfect husband and provider falling back into place. "Should we get more olive oil?" He steered the cart away but you saw his glance linger for a fraction of a second longer.
This had been happening for months. You'd held your best friend's newborn, the tiny weight of her daughter a warm, breathing miracle in your arms, and you'd looked up to see Jay watching you. His gaze wasn't just on the baby. It was on you, holding the baby. The look in his dark eyes wasn't one of simple interest. It was a deep, aching yearning it stole your breath. He'd looked away quickly, a small, almost shy smile on his lips, but you'd seen it.
Jay, who usually spent evenings reviewing schedules or working out, had quietly downloaded a parenting app "just to see." The way his voice softened to a near-whisper when he spoke to a toddler at the park, crouching down to their level with a natural ease that spoke of a patience you'd always adored. The secret savings account statement you accidentally saw, labelled "Future."
The late-night grocery runs where he'd come back with the milk... and a tiny impossibly soft onesie he'd "just seen and couldn't resist." He'd hand it to you sheepishly, and you'd fold it into the drawer that was slowly, unofficially, becoming a hope chest. You'd find him looking at family cars with higher safety ratings. And then there were the moments like this one; his quiet, yearning pauses in front of infant clothes, his gaze growing distant and soft as he watched your friends' toddlers waddle across the park.
He never pushed. Jay, your beautiful, steady Jay, was the fortress of your life. He loved you with a ferocity that was both a shield and a sanctuary. He wanted this, you knew with every fiber of your being. He was born to be a father; patient, protective, endlessly kind, with a silly streak a child would worship.
He'd brought it up once, about a year ago. He'd taken your hand in both of his, his touch warm and grounding, his expression earnest and open in a way he reserved only for you. "I want what you want," he'd said. "But I need you to be ready. You're the one who carries the weight, literally. Your body, your choice. I'll wait." And he'd meant it. His role was to support, to wait, to hope.
But his body and his soul had other ideas. You'd felt it in the way his hands had grown more reverent on your skin, as if worshipping a potential cradle. You'd heard it in his sleep, a few muffled words: "...got you, little one..."
He was building a nest for a bird that hadn't even been conceived, and the silent hope of it was breaking your heart in the sweetest way.
That night, as you both prepared for bed in the quiet of your shared bathroom, the moment felt ripe with unspoken potential. You were brushing your teeth, watching him in the mirror as he cleaned his face, his brow furrowed in thought. The silence was comfortable, filled only with the sound of running water and the electric hum of the world outside.
You spat, rinsed, and wiped your mouth. Your heart hammered against your ribs. "Hey, Jay?" you said, your voice softer than you intended.
"Hmm?" He turned off the tap, giving you his full attention. His gaze was always so complete, making you feel like the only person in the universe.
"I... uh. I forgot to pick up my prescription this week." You paused, the words sticking. "My birth control one."
Jay went utterly still. The washcloth in his hand dripped slowly into the porcelain sink. The air crackled, charged with a seismic shift. "You... forgot?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
"For about three months now," you admitted, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Just... seeing how I felt without it."
The admission hung between you. For three seconds, there was only the sound of your shared breath.
Then, something in Jay snapped. A low, guttural sound escaped him; a gasp, a sob and a laugh all at once. The washcloth fell with a wet slap. In one fluid, powerful motion, he turned, swept you up into his arms, and carried you out of the bathroom. He didn't walk to the bedroom; he carried you, his steps long and urgent, his lips pressed to your hair, murmuring words you couldn't quite decipher; prayers, thanks, your name.
"Jay!" you laughed, shocked, clinging to his neck as he shouldered the bedroom door open.
He didn't answer with words. He laid you down on the cool duvet with a reverence that bordered on desperation, coming down over you like a storm cloud, his body caging yours. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were shaking as they framed your face.
"You're sure?" he breathed, the words ragged. "This is what you want? With me?"
"With you," you confirmed, your voice steadying as you cupped his jaw. "Only ever with you."
The last thread of his control shattered. His mouth crashed down on yours. It was messy, deep, and full of a love so profound it tasted like tears. His hands were everywhere; pushing your sleep shirt up, palming your breasts with a new, aching tenderness, sliding down to grip your hips. He was hard already, a thick pressure against your thigh through his sleep pants, and the sheer need in him was intoxicating.
"My love," he chanted between searing kisses, his voice breaking. "My beautiful, perfect love. You're going to give me everything."
He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at you, his chest heaving. The tender adoration was still there, but now it was fused with a dark, primal intensity that made your insides clench. His gaze was possessive, reverent, and utterly, devastatingly hungry.
He knelt on the floor beside the bed, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up. His eyes held yours as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and drew them down. "I need to taste you," he said, his voice a rough scrape of sound. “I need to worship every part of you that's going to give us our baby."
He didn't wait for a reply. He buried his face between your thighs. This wasn't the teasing affection of a normal night. His mouth was hot, desperate. His tongue mapped you, learned you anew, as if committing the feel of you to memory before the change came. His tongue licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit before flicked ruthlessly.
He was a starved man, fucking your hole with his tongue and feeling you clench around it. He licked and sucked with a focus, his hands holding your hips down when you arched against him, his groans vibrating against your most sensitive skin. Wet sounds filled the room, he was working his jaw non-stop, his nose flicking your clit as he moves his face from side to side.
You felt the blunt tips of his fingers nudge your entrance, swallowing them easily. He groaned feeling your gummy walls around him, fingertips working on that spot he knew too well. He was preparing you, opening you, loving you until you were shaking, until a sharp, sobbing cry was torn from your lips and you came against his tongue, your vision whiting out.
He rose above you before the last tremor had even subsided. His chin was slick, he licked his fingers as you watched his plump lips wrap around his digits. He rolled his eyes back with your taste. His own clothes were gone, tossed aside in a frenzy. He was fully hard, his length thick and straining, the tip glistening. The sight of him, his expression one of agonized need and love, took your breath away.
He didn't enter you. Not yet. He leaned down, bracing himself on one forearm, his other hand coming between your bodies. His thumb brushed over your lower belly, a slow, possessive circle. "Here," he whispered, his breath hot on your lips. "Right here. I'm going to put our baby right here, my love. I'm going to fill you so full of me you'll feel it for days."
A tear escaped, tracing a hot path down your temple. He kissed it away. Then, finally, he pushed inside with a choked sob against your neck. He fit perfectly, a homecoming, but tonight it was different. The slide was wetter, hotter, charged with a purpose that went beyond pleasure. His eyes were locked on yours, watching, drowning in you.
He seated himself to the hilt, and you both gasped, sharing a breath. For a long moment, he didn't move, just stayed buried inside you, his forehead pressed to yours, his body trembling with the effort of his control.
"I love you," he choked out. "God, I love you so much. Thank you. Thank you for this."
He began to move then, and it was everything. His thrusts were deep, purposeful, each one a deliberate push, as if he could physically implant his seed, his soul, his future into the very heart of you. The rhythm was relentless, but his hands were gentle, cradling your face, stroking your hair, sliding down to grip your hip with a possessiveness that made you moan.
"You feel so perfect," he rasped, his pace increasing, the bedsprings creaking a steady rhythm. "Taking me so deep, my good girl, my perfect wife. Gonna come inside you, gonna make you round with my baby. Gonna see you grow with our love."
Another orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter, fed by the slapping of skin, his guttural moans, the obscene, wet sounds of his thrusts. You clutched at his back, your nails digging in, urging him deeper, harder, more.
"Jay, please, I'm gonna-"
"Come for me," he demanded, his voice breaking. "Come on my cock while I fill you up."
You screamed, shattering around him, your inner muscles clamping down on his length in frantic pulses, the feel of you milking him sent him spiraling. With a roar that was half sob, he drove into you one last, brutal time and stilled, his body locking as he emptied himself deep inside you in hot, endless spurts. But he didn't collapse. He kept moving, shallow and persistent, pushing through his own oversensitivity, working his seed deeper.
You felt a trickle escape, a warm leak down your thigh. Jay saw it. A possessive growl rumbled in his chest. "No," he muttered, delirious. "No, no, no." He pulled out just enough to wrap his fingers around his weeping cock, slick with both of you, and pushed it back inside, guiding his own spend back into your depths. The act was so raw, so animalistic and yet so devoted, it brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes.
"Jay..."
"Shh, I've got you," he cooed, his voice thick with emotion. He was crying, you realized.
Silent tracks cut through the sweat on his temples. "I've got you. We're not wasting a drop. Not one." He kissed you, salty and sweet. "You feel that? That's us. That's our future." He rolled to the side, pulling you with him, keeping you close, his softening length still nestled inside you as if to guard his claim.
He didn't let you go to clean up. He held you through the sticky, cooling aftermath, his big hand splayed over your belly as if he could already sense a change. He whispered into your hair-dreams of a little boy with your smile, a little girl with his eyes, of teaching them to skate, of reading them stories, of the family you were now, actively, passionately creating.
And before your breathing had even fully settled, before the sweat had dried on your skin, you felt him harden again inside you. He let out a shaky laugh against your neck. “I can't help it," he whispered, already beginning to move again, a slow, rolling grind. "The thought of you... the thought of you carrying my child... I've never wanted you more."
He notched his tip at your swollen and sensitive entrance. This one was slower, achingly tender. He rocked into you, his eyes locked on yours, whispering praises that made your soul ache. "You're so brave. So good for me. My perfect girl." he said against your lips, as he hissed while pushing in one slow inch. "The mother of my children. I'll give you the world." Another inch.
You gasped, nails digging into his biceps. "I'll protect you both with my last breath." A fresh wave of tears spilled from your eyes. He saw them and kissed them away, his own eyes glittering. He sank home again, filling up all the crevices, and you both moaned into each other's mouth. He was thick, stretching you perfectly.
"Gonna fill you up once more," he groaned, his forehead damp against your temple. "Gonna put my baby so deep in you, sweetheart. Make you round with it. Make you mine in every way there is."
He pulled back and grabbed you from behind your knees, folding you onto the mattress, and propped on one knee. The way your legs pressed on your stomach, your pussy now swallowing him in a different stretch while he's hitting that spot, you could only scream and hold onto your pilllow.
"I'm coming!" you could scream, but you were sure the words did not come out how you meant. He groaned at your walls clamping down on him, but he kept drilling into you, even as your legs started shaking, he thrusted again and filled you up as much as he can.
He kept your legs in the same position, hips looking upward so that his seed is planted. He'd heard this somewhere when he was researching.
You lost count of the rounds. You lost sense of time. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and love. He was insatiable, not in a way that felt demanding, but in a way that felt like a devotion.
When the grey light of dawn finally filtered through the blinds, you were a boneless, spent heap in the center of your rumpled bed, sticky and sore in the most delicious way. Не pulled the duvet over you both, his body a protective curve around yours, his palm a permanent, warm weight on your stomach.
He was still awake. You could feel the focused intensity of his quiet breaths.
"Jay?" you whispered, your voice hoarse.
He lifted his head. His eyes were red rimmed, exhausted, and shining with a happiness so pure it stole your breath. He looked younger, all his careful walls completely gone.
"Yes, love?"
"I'm ready," you said, the words simple and final.
A fresh tear escaped his eye. He didn't brush it away. He just nodded, a slow, profound movement, and leaned down to press the softest, most reverent kiss to your lips, and pressed his palm on your lower belly.
"Grow, baby. Grow strong in her. We're ready for you."
hellooo, I’ve been reading your work for a while n I ABSOLUTELY LOVEE it!!! I’ve been wanting to start writing as well but I’m not sure where or how to even start yk?
do you have any advise to give??
p.s. I’ve been OBSESSED with your ‘Give it back’ Sunghoon story for like the longesttt ugh it’s sooo yummyy, it’s literally my guilty pleasure
HELLOO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVINGMY WORKS 😭😭 and i’m so honored that you asked me out of all people 🥺
tbh writing smut is a new thing for me too, because i only wrote normal fics before and it was in my native language,,
so for writing smut, i mostly lay out the main idea like all my freaky thoughts, and then i make them more detailed as i reread it! and i imagine very vividly so i try to write it as detailed as possible.
so for your first imagine, start small like a short drabble and see how it turns out! and see if you can really imagine it when you read the whole thing, or if you feel like something’s missing, add that etc. i hope this is helpful because i have no idea what i’m supposed to say…
you can ask more specific questions because i don’t want to yap about the things you already know 😭😭 feel free to tell me!!
I GOT HER TO TELL ME HER TUMBLR PASSWORD SO I COULD TALK TO YOU ( I threatened to tell her parents she had an account cuz she isn't meant to have Tumblr)
I JUST FORCED HER TO POSTMAN PAT U AND SEND U SOME STUFF I SAID
I MOST DEFINITELY WILL BE SPAMMING U EVERY DAY
the evil witch is making me stay anon :(
I'll take what I get tho MAMAM SJSHWHWHWHWHWHWUUWUWUWUWUWUSUSUSUSUUSSUS
DADDY'S HOME 😛🍆🍑 (ur getting cracked)
LMAAOOOOO I LOVE YOU BOTH Y’ALL ARE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭
spam me all u want babygirl. legs wide open i mean my inbox yeah um…
(should i call jayke?)
my followers please don’t unfollow me i know you’re here for the fics but i promise i’ll come back i’m annoying you with anons for a short time ok
hihihihihi it's minty's cousinnnnn She left my house yesterday but I told her u replied to her message and she was really really happy :)
I've become a postman now so here are a few messages she wanted me to send (I'd send ss but I can't in anon)
c/n = cousin note
omg she replied xx
I thought she'd forget me by now
Andddd
Gwennn,I miss you lots ml x
I've had a few big changes in my life I miss u and jayke tell them mommy is cumming home soon (c/n: help who tf is jayke)
love you xoxo
c/n: idk what freaky convos yall had but she says hi and she also says that she might come back onto Tumblr to chat with u and her other moots
HELLO COUSINNN 😚😚 i hope you’re having a good time on tumblr!! geel free to reach out for anything ok 🥺 and thank you for being the postman LMAOO
AND my wife 🥺 come home baby the kids miss you (jayke)
i’d love it if you come back, but think wisely to prioritize your mental health!! do what’s best for you, you can contact me any time you want on anywhere, love you both 🥺😚💜💜
do you think you'll start writing here again? u were my favorite writer🥺
being someone’s favorite writer 😭😭 thank you so much this is so important for me 💜💜 yes i haven’t quit writing!! but i started off with toooo many fics and i used to write everyday so i kinda got burnt out,,, i need some time to cool off and i’ll comeback with better work 🥺 i hope you can wait for me 💜💜
idk if you remember me but a while back (not that long ago lol) I had an account called @/m1ntsunwoo
anyway I just found out my baby cousin is on Tumblr so I obviously decided to steal her acc and say hii
I miss you so much and I've been feeling so so much better mentally :)
I was genuinely debating coming back on here but I feel like if I do I'll go back where I started :(
anyway bye boo! Ilysm next time I'm at her house I'll deffo message uu x
OMGGG MY BABYYYY
what kind of a question is that OF COURSE I REMEMBER YOU every time im on tumblr i think abt you 🥺
to be honest, i don’t think it’s a good idea to come back here because enhablr is chaotic these days,, i don’t really write nor read, i just come here to check my notifs 💔
i’m so so so glad that you’re doing better, it definitely affects your mental. and i’m so touched that you took your time to drop a message for me 💜 glad to know you still remember me hahah 😭😭
Omg you're probably getting tons of these but would you mind writing a Jay version to the facesitting argument? Thanks love 🫶🫶
NOM NOM
ft. PARK JONGSEONG & YOU
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 park jongseong x fem!reader | smut | established relationship | banter | humour
WARNINGS: facesitting, fingering, overstimulation, rough makeouts, explicit pussy eating, wet/messy oral, praise kink, possessive behavior, dirty talk, consensual power dynamics, established relationship, aftercare, teasing, domestic bickering, Jay being OBSESSED with reader, reader making fun of him
WORD COUNT… 2470
>ᵥ_ᵥ< jungwon ver jake ver hoon ver
a/n: pussy so good bro said nom nom 😻
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“You’re seriously gonna die on that hill?” you say, squinting at him from across the living room, arms crossed and ready for war. “That’s your final answer?”
Jay leans further back into the couch, one arm draped along the cushions like he’s at peace with the universe. But his jaw ticks. “Yes. And I’m right.”
“You’re not right,” you snap, walking over with your socked feet slapping the wooden floor. “You’re not right just because you said it more than once.”
“I said it because I know you’ll eventually agree with me. You always do.”
“Oh my god—” you throw a cushion at him and he catches it. With one hand. Without breaking eye contact.
Deadly silence.
And then he lifts his chin slightly. “You done, princess?”
Your eyes narrow. “Jay. You are wrong. People do not put ketchup on their mac and cheese. You’re a menace.”
“People put hot sauce. Ketchup is the same thing, just more accessible.”
“No it’s not!” you shriek, genuinely offended. “That’s like saying vanilla is just white chocolate—what are you TALKING about—”
Jay stands up.
Instant shift.
His full height moves toward you slowly, purposefully, that heavy-shouldered, slow-walking thing he does when he’s trying not to laugh but also wants you to shut up with your bratty little mouth before he makes you.
“You know what I think this is about?” he says, voice dangerously low.
You freeze in place. “What?”
Jay’s hands find your waist. Warm, firm. He doesn’t pull. Just holds. Like a warning.
“I think you’re trying to distract me,” he says, dipping his head to brush his nose against your cheek. “Because you don’t want to talk about what I want.”
“I—what—” you blink.
“I asked you something three times this week,” he murmurs into your skin, lips brushing your ear. “Something really fucking simple.”
He pulls back, just enough to look at you properly, and his hands press into your waist a little tighter.
“But every time I ask you to sit on my face,” Jay says calmly, “you come up with some new argument. Last time it was, ‘But what if I suffocate you.’ This time it’s ketchup. Ketchup, baby.”
You stare at him.
“I’m not making this up,” he continues, still serious, still calm. “I go to sleep every night with your pussy on my mind, and you’re out here pretending it’s a health hazard to let me worship it.”
“That’s not—” you stammer. “That’s not what I—”
“I need it,” Jay says, dark and low, “like I need to breathe.”
You blink.
“And you’re denying me,” he whispers, pushing you gently backwards until your knees hit the couch. “After everything I do for you. After how good I treat you.”
“Jay—”
“Do you trust me?” he asks, voice now a near-growl.
“Yes, of course—”
“Then let me prove it.”
His hand slips lower. Grips your thigh, firmly. Anchors you in place like you belong there.
“I want you here,” he says, tapping his jaw with his free hand. “Right here. So fucking sweet and soaked, I forget my own name.”
You try not to whimper.
“And you know what I’m gonna say when you finally do?” His eyes gleam, lips quirking for the first time all night.
A smirk.
“Nom nom.”
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Your laugh bursts out before you can stop it.
“Jay—what the fuck—” you giggle, hand pushing weakly at his chest. “You did not just say nom nom—”
But he doesn’t laugh with you. His eyes drop down to your mouth, then your throat, then lower. And his grip tightens.
“You think I’m playing?” he mutters, voice rasping against your neck. “You think I’m joking when I say I’m gonna eat you until your legs go numb?”
He grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward into a kiss that’s not sweet. It’s not even romantic.
It’s filthy.
Teeth dragging. Tongue sliding. Lips parted from the second they touch. He kisses like he’s starving — like you said something wrong and now he has to shut you up the only way he knows how.
Your moan spills into his mouth before you can trap it, and he growls, deep in his chest, like that was the exact sound he needed.
“I’m serious,” Jay pants, breaking the kiss only to speak filth against your lips. “Laugh all you want, baby, but the second you sit on me—fuck—I’m gonna bury my face so deep you’ll suffocate from pleasure before I do.”
Your thighs clench.
“Oh? You like that?” he grins darkly, eyes flicking down. “You like when I talk about dying between your legs?”
His hand slides down your body, firm, palm dragging over your curves like he owns every inch. And he does. Tonight, he fucking does.
“Say the word,” he whispers, nipping your jaw. “Say you’ll ride my face like a good girl and I’ll make it so worth it. I’ll have you twitching, shaking, dripping all over my fucking mouth— soaked through my sheets, through my skin, through my fucking soul, baby.”
You gasp, eyes fluttering shut.
“I’ll lap you up slow,” he growls. “Lick your clit ‘til it throbs. Suck on it like it’s my last goddamn meal. Rub your thighs while you tremble. Grip your ass so tight it bruises—”
You let out a broken whimper.
“And when I’m done?” he murmurs, lips ghosting your ear. “When I’ve had every drop of you, tasted every moan, swallowed every squirt—”
He leans back just enough to meet your gaze.
“I’m gonna smile up at you like the filthy fucking man I am,” he rasps, “and say nom nom, just to make you squirm again.”
You gasp — flushed, pulsing, undone — and he chuckles low, dark, possessed.
“Now sit the fuck down, baby,” he whispers, tugging you toward the bed, “and let me show you how serious I’ve been this whole fucking time.”
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Your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and his hands are already on your hips, tugging you forward like you’re not moving fast enough for him. Like this isn’t a favor — it’s a correction.
“I should’ve made you do this the first time you said no,” he mutters, voice calm but firm as he slips your shirt up over your head. “You think I don’t know what I’m doing? You think I’d let anything happen to you?”
You shiver when his lips brush your sternum, just before he pushes you flat onto the bed and pulls your shorts down, slow. Teasing. Almost reverent. But the second he sees your underwear?
“Oh my fucking god,” he breathes. “You wore these on purpose.”
“I didn’t—”
“You did,” he hisses, dragging the soft fabric down. “You wore them knowing I wanted this. Knowing I’d see that pretty little cunt tucked up so sweet in lace and lose my mind.”
You swallow hard.
He kisses your inner thigh. Once. Then again, higher. Slow burn.
“I’m not making you do anything,” he says, voice low, eyes locked on you. “But baby—if you don’t sit on my face right now, I swear to god I’m gonna cry.”
You burst out laughing again. “What?”
“Deadass,” he says, deadly serious. “I will sob. Ugly sob. Tears on the floor.”
You’re still giggling when he climbs onto the bed, broad shoulders slipping between your thighs like he belongs there — and he does. His grip is heavy as he pulls you toward him, and then—
“Jay—wait—”
“No more waiting,” he growls, eyes half-lidded, staring up at you like you’re divine. “Sit.”
Your thighs tremble.
But you do.
Straddling his chest, scooting up as he adjusts the pillows behind him, your core just above his face. His hands spread wide on your ass, eyes burning with need.
“Jesus fucking—” he chokes, licking his lips. “You’re already dripping.”
You start to pull back, nervous — but his grip tightens, rough, possessive.
“Don’t you dare run now,” he mutters. “Not when I’ve been begging to taste you for weeks. You sit, baby. You sit and let me worship every inch.”
And then—
He kisses your cunt like it’s holy.
Tongue flat, slow drag from your entrance to your clit, then a suck so deliberate your whole body jolts.
You moan, loud.
Jay groans into you like he’s the one being touched.
“Fuck,” he gasps, breaking away just to speak. “You taste like heaven. Like sin. Like fucking mine.”
You grind down. He growls.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasps, eyes rolling back as he dives in again — sloppier this time, tongue flicking, lips locked around your clit, suckling like he needs you to cum now.
And when you start shaking, gasping, crying his name?
He pulls back just barely and smirks up at you, chin dripping, tongue wet.
“Fuck me,” he whispers.
Then he sucks your clit so hard you scream.
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Your thighs clamp around his face before you can stop them, whole body jerking as your cry punches the air.
Jay groans deep into your pussy, like your taste just hit him harder than anything he’s ever had. His grip on your thighs tightens, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulls you down — pressing you harder against his face like you’re not sitting, you’re being devoured.
“That’s it,” he pants against your cunt between licks. “Fucking sit on it, baby—give it all to me.”
His mouth is so wet.
Messy kisses, full sucks, tongue flicking over your clit with practiced, filthy precision—like he’s not just eating you out. He’s feasting. Moaning. Mumbling praise into you like he’s the one falling apart.
“So fucking sweet,” he groans. “Could die like this—fucking heaven—ride my face, baby, come on, ride it—”
You try to lift off, gasping, overstimulated already—but Jay growls and drags you back down with both hands, slamming you onto his mouth like he dares you to run again.
And then you feel it—
His finger.
One thick, slow finger sliding into your cunt with no warning, knuckle-deep in a second, curling just enough to make your eyes roll back.
“Jay—oh my god—”
“You like that?” he groans, voice muffled as he kisses your clit between words. “So fucking tight. So wet for me. Can’t believe you made me wait for this.”
He pumps slow, then faster, then adds a second finger — stretching you open, curling deep, while his tongue circles your clit in time with each thrust. Your hips are moving on their own now, grinding against his face, using him, soaking him.
You’re not riding — you’re losing control.
And he loves it.
“Gonna cum,” you gasp, legs trembling, voice catching. “Jay—I’m gonna—fuck—”
“Do it,” he moans. “Cum on my fucking face. Squirt for me. Soak me. Make it messy, baby, come on—”
Your orgasm hits hard.
Your body seizes, back arches, a cry rips from your throat — and he doesn’t stop. He moans louder, licks harder, fingers deeper, chasing every drop of your climax like a man starved.
And when you start twitching?
That’s when he really gets to work.
“You’re not done,” he growls, fingers still working your fluttering cunt. “One more. Give me another. I know you can—look at how fucking greedy your pussy is for me—sucking me in, fuck—”
You’re babbling now, legs shaking, hips stuttering, tears in your eyes as his tongue flicks your swollen clit faster — rough, insistent, relentless.
You sob. “Jay—please—too much—”
“No,” he growls. “You can take it. Be my good girl and take it.”
He spits on your pussy and rubs it in with his tongue, then sucks your clit again while his fingers curl up perfectly, stroking that soft, spongy spot inside until you snap.
You cum again with a scream.
This time your whole body spasms, your thighs tremble so hard they go numb, and Jay just groans, mess coating his lips and chin as he keeps going — slower, now. Gentler.
But still deep. Still inside.
He finally pulls back when your body collapses forward, your hands buried in his hair, your forehead pressed to the headboard.
And from beneath you, voice ruined, face dripping with your slick—
Jay grins.
“Nom nom,” he breathes.
Then kisses your cunt one last time, just to make you whimper.
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Your entire body trembles as you collapse forward, sliding down his chest in slow, boneless motion. You barely make it to his stomach before your legs give out and you’re sprawled across him, breath hitching, heartbeat in your ears.
He just hums — soft, smug, glowing and strokes your thighs with those still-slick fingers like you didn’t just flood his entire mouth. His nose nuzzles your temple.
“You okay, baby?” he asks gently, voice warm.
You lift your head.
Blink once.
Then burst out laughing.
Jay blinks. “What?”
You’re giggling so hard you can’t breathe. Your forehead presses to his shoulder, your fingers weakly slapping his chest, and you wheeze, “Nom nom? Seriously?”
Jay groans. “Don’t—”
“Nom nom, Jay?! Are you a toddler with a snack or a man trying to die by pussy?”
“I was trying to be endearing,” he mutters, cheeks pink now. “And I was dying, thank you.”
“Oh my god,” you howl, snorting now, wiping tears from your eyes as you flop onto your back beside him. “You’re disgusting. I can never un-hear that.”
Jay turns to look at you, one hand resting on your stomach, rising and falling with each breath. His voice softens.
“And yet,” he says, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face, “you came twice.”
You roll your eyes. “Barely survived.”
“I did ask nicely,” he says, smiling, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Three times. Maybe four.”
You hum, letting your eyes drift shut as his hands start to move again but this time, they’re different. Softer. He cups the back of your knee, draws lazy patterns on your thigh with his thumb, and tugs the blanket over you with his other hand.
“You did so good,” he whispers, like it’s the most important thing in the world. “So fucking good for me.”
Your throat tightens a little. The way he’s looking at you now — tender, proud, in love and it makes your heart thump harder than anything else tonight.
Jay tucks you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your lips — slow and plush and real.
“I got you,” he murmurs. “Always.”
You nod, breath catching. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re mine.”
You curl into his chest, feeling warm and full and safe. And as you drift off, body aching in all the best ways, you whisper against his skin—
“Nom nom.”
Jay lets out a scandalized gasp. “I swear to god—”
“Shhh,” you giggle. “Sleepy now.”
“Unbelievable,” he mutters, tucking you under his chin. “You mock the man who worships your pussy. This is betrayal. Treason.”
But his arm pulls you tighter.
And his lips are smiling.
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a/n: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQ I HAD FUN WRITING IT OMG LMAO
