I started out writing on ao3 (and that’s where I will continue to post member x member long form content) but I figured I should start posting my drabbles and other thoughts here for fun!
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MASTERLIST
What I will write:
⋆ member x fem!reader
⋆ member x member
⋆ hard thoughts/MTL
⋆ mainly NSFW but am open to fluff/angst too
⋆ I will write pretty much any kink (or at least I’ll try) other than scat, so send your horny thoughts my way 🙌
⋆ I’ll also write for TXT
My favs:
⋆ sub!enha (I’m a sub!enha enthusiast, but dom!enha also has me in a chokehold)
⋆ hard thoughts/drabbles (I have wayyy too many lined up…)
⋆ praise kink, pet play, overstim/edging, mommy kink (idc, it’s hot whether it’s used on guys or girls, convince me otherwise)
⋆ kink discovery
⋆ my taste is ✨ e x p a n d i n g ✨ though
Absolute no-no’s:
⋆ I won't write for idols who are minors (18/under)
⋆ gore/murder
⋆ threesomes/poly (sorry I’m just not into that…)
⋆ weird shit. just don’t do insane shit guys 🙏
Feel free to reblog, I’m not sensitive about that, just don’t steal my work thnx 😊🤍
Anon List:
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PLEASE!!! do not use my gifs/dividers, etc as your own. I spend lots of time drawing and animating them myself <3
You pinned him down with bows in his hair and lace at his throat, watching him fall apart. Every whimper, every tremble, every stolen glance at the mirror only confirmed what you already knew: the frat boy act was a lie. Sunoo wasn’t meant to ruin girls—he was meant to be ruined.
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OMG SALEM IS BACK AFTER OVER A FUCKING YEAR WHATTTTTT
I am so sorry for disappearing omg, life had been so fucking crazy and I am finally getting back into writing (and other horn dog activities 😏)
So much has been going on fr, I graduated high school (don't worry I turned 19 earlier this year, I got held back years ago, we don't speak of that), I LITERALLY WORKED IN THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT FOR A LITTLE WHILE????? I got another job, and now I just finally started college. I'm not gonna lie my shit was rocked for a long ass time and I just needed a break from everything to live my life.
Anyways, hopefully I'll be posting more again, and as always, I hope you enjoyed this audio!!
Warnings: Praise kink, slight dollification, mirrors, Sunoo likes to watch, nipple play, panties, dry humping, pet names, etc
wc: 2.4k
Ever since you saw him across the room, perched in the loft of the massive frat house, you knew you had to get your hands on him.
The way he cracked crude, raunchy jokes with his group of friends—just another frat bro playing the part—might have fooled anyone else. The type of guy who’d ruin your hair, fuck you into the mattress, and never speak to you again.
But you noticed the cracks in his facade.
The way his expression faltered for just a second when one of his friends took a joke too far. How he sipped cautiously from his cup, as if he’s pacing himself. The way his eyes flickered to reflective surfaces, checking his appearance, or how he hugged his arms around his torso and flushed a pretty shade of pink whenever someone particularly attractive walked by. He seemed... shy, almost?
After spending two hours with him—thanks to the friend who dragged you here, tight with the guys who lived in this house—you learned a few things. Like how he sipped his drink slowly because he was a lightweight and wanted to avoid embarrassing himself. Or how you must be his type, since his cheeks have stayed rosy ever since you showed up and joined their circle. Or that he had a jewelry collection he’d been building since he was little—stored safely in his room, just a few doors down the hall.
“I love your necklace, by the way,” you had said earlier, tugging gently at the silver chain resting against his chest. Your eyes wandered, taking in the many other pieces he wore: bracelets, rings, each more intricate than the last. “Jewelry’s your thing, huh? Like a hobby?”
“Yeah, actually,” he said, launching into a surprisingly passionate explanation.
And, of course, you couldn’t resist. “You have to show me!”
Which is how you got THE Kim Sunoo of Alpha Phi Fraternity alone in his bedroom.
“Can I close the door?” you asked, flashing him a sweet, disarming smile. “It’s kind of loud out there.”
His head snapped up from the desk drawer he’d been rummaging through, expression shifting to something flustered. “Uhm—yeah, yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sure,” he stammered.
You smiled at his obvious nervousness, shut the door behind you with a quiet click, locking it, and crossed the room to his bed, perching on the edge of the mattress to watch him.
“Ah, here it is,” he mumbled after a moment, pulling out a battered Skechers shoebox—the kind that looked like it might’ve been with him since childhood. He turned back to see you waiting on his bed, and the sight seemed to hit him hard–a pretty girl on his bed. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, cheeks burning even brighter.
He joined you, placing the box on his lap and lifting the lid to reveal a colorful sea of trinkets. Little friendship bracelets, lockets, paper rings from grade school, and newer pieces, too—ones similar to the jewelry he wore tonight.
“This is adorable,” you cooed, voice dripping with fondness. “You’ve kept all these for so long?”
He nodded bashfully, scratching at his neck like he wasn’t sure whether to be proud or embarrassed.
For the next few minutes, you sifted through the treasures, holding up a piece every now and then as he told you its story. Some were funny, others surprisingly sentimental.
Then, something caught your eye—a sliver of pale pink, buried beneath the layers of other items.
“What’s this?” you asked, pulling it free. Soft, silky—a choker of white lace with a tiny pink rose sewn at the center. Clipped to it were two baby pink bow hair clips—delicate.
“Shit!” Sunoo’s reaction was immediate. He snatched it from your hands, crumpling the fabric in his fists to hide it. “It’s—it’s nothing important!” he insisted, his voice breaking slightly.
You blinked, then felt the heat radiating from his thin frame.
Oh…
His reaction told you everything you needed to know.
You tilted your head, a slow smile curling on your lips as you leaned in closer. “Nothing important, huh?” you echoed, voice soft but teasing. “You snatched it out of my hands pretty fast for something so unimportant.”
Sunoo’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as he avoided your gaze. He mumbled something so quiet you couldn’t decipher, fingers fidgeting with the lace balled up in his hands.
Reaching out, you gently brushed your fingertips over his knuckles, coaxing his grip to loosen. “Sunoo,” you said softly, letting his name hang in the air like a gentle command.
When his eyes finally darted to yours, wide and full of nervous energy, you offered him the slightest smile.
For a moment, he hesitated, lips parting as if he wanted to argue—but no words came out. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he let his fingers uncurl, revealing the lace choker and the delicate bow clips nestled in his palm.
Your heart melted at how vulnerable he looked, lashes fluttering as his gaze fell to the floor. You picked up the choker, letting the soft fabric slide through your fingers. “This is so cute,” you murmured. “It’s yours?”
He turned his face away in humiliation, his hands twisting in his lap.
You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on him for a moment—how cute he looked, how shy, how utterly perfect. “No need to be shy, hm?” you teased softly, your voice low, making his shoulders tighten. You turned the choker in your hands, inspecting it. “I bet these would look pretty on you.”
You pluck one of the baby pink hair clips from his lap. The delicate bow looked so dainty between your fingers and you couldn’t help but imagine how it would look in his silky strands.
His head shot up, eyes wide and panicked. “W-what? On me? No, no, it’s not—”
Before he could protest further, you plucked the box from his lap and set it on the floor, then smoothly climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He froze beneath you, his breath hitching as your knees settled on either side of him.
“Shh.” You placed a finger against his lips, cutting off his rambling, and leaned in close enough that you could see the way his blush crept down his neck. “What, you don’t want to look pretty?” you asked, feigning innocence.
You held the hair clip up to his silky strands, threading your fingers through his hair. You tucked the first bow into place, gently pulling back a stray lock that had fallen into his eyes, then clipped the second bow.
You twirled the choker around your finger. “Hmm…” you mused, trailing your touch along his throat. “I think you should at least try it on, don’t you?”
Sunoo’s breath caught, his hands gripping the bedspread like he needed to ground himself. But his body betrayed him—stiffening, lips trembling.
“May I?” you asked, though you were already looping the lace around his throat, fastening it delicately at the back.
“There.” You sat back to admire your handiwork. The lace framed his slender neck beautifully, the little pink rose sitting at the hollow of his throat. He looked at you, wide-eyed, lips parted, breath shallow. He didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Perfect,” you murmured, brushing your thumb along the lace. His breath stuttered.
His lips trembled. “I-I don’t…” he began, but his voice cracked.
“You look pretty, Sunoo. Don’t you think so?”
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hide behind his lashes, his breath shaky. “I—” The words died in his throat as you trailed your finger along his neck again, your touch almost possessive.
You leaned in close, whispering against his ear. “You like this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You pulled back just inches from his face, your fingers still toying with the choker, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he trembled beneath you.
You cooed, tilting his chin up. “It’s okay to like it.” You tugged gently on the lace, watching his throat bob. A tiny, helpless whimper escaped his lips that he clearly hadn't been able to swallow down in time.
“You’re so cute,” you purred, leaning in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “You shouldn’t be shy about it.” Your voice dropped, each word slow and deliberate, meant to unravel him further. You tugged on the choker again, just enough to make him flinch, and his breath caught in his throat, a little moan escaping from him as he arched his neck instinctively.
Sunoo’s head turned quickly, avoiding your eyes once again. He was looking anywhere but at you, and you couldn’t help but think it was because of his shyness—how cute it was that he couldn’t handle all of this attention. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hands were gripping at the edge of the bed, and his legs were trembling beneath you.
The sight of him so lost, so desperate, was too much. You leaned in again, your lips brushing against his ear as you let your fingers slide into his hair. You tugged at the strands softly, coaxing him closer as your lips grazed the shell of his ear. “What if you touched me too, hmm? Would that make you feel better?”
His breath stuttered as his eyes flicked down to his hands, then back to you, and you could see how torn he was. But as your fingers lingered over his choker, his gaze once again shifted.
"Look at me, Sunoo," you murmured, your voice a soft command that made his chest tighten. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his eyes flicked quickly to the side again, before to you.
Curious, you followed the direction of his gaze, and there, across from you, was a full-length mirror hanging on the closet door, reflecting both of you in perfect clarity. It had been there the whole time, but now, everything clicked into place.
Sunoo wasn’t just avoiding your gaze because he was shy—he was watching. Watching himself. He was mesmerized by how he looked—by how pretty you’d made him look. He liked it. No, he loved it.
His body trembled, his breath coming in quick bursts as his gaze finally flicked toward you, still filled with vulnerability and desire. But when he spoke, his voice was quieter than ever, barely a whisper. “Please…wanna touch you.”
Your hand moves to his wrist, guiding it slowly, gently, towards your body–your waist. His skin is warm, his touch hesitant, but he can’t stop himself. His fingers graze under your tight top, just a light brush at first, but then his palms linger, as if savoring the feeling of touching you.
You hum, satisfied, but just as you think he’s about to pull back, you notice it again—his gaze flickers to the mirror, to the reflection of the two of you together.
You leaned closer, your voice dropping into a teasing whisper, brushing his hair back gently, looking at your reflection with him. “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
At your words, he tensed, and for the first time that night, he admitted he agreed, nodding, just slightly, his eyes still fixated on the mirror.
His fingers brushed against your ribs, drawing a soft gasp from your lips.
You pressed yourself a little closer to him, your body brushing against his as you let your lips trail along his neck, the soft sound of his breath the only thing breaking the tension that had been building between you both.
His head tilted back slightly, his body shuddering under your touch as he let out a soft, desperate sound—something between a sigh and a moan—that sent a thrill through you. You could see it in his reflection, the way his eyes fluttered shut, the way his body responded to each of your movements. He was melting, losing himself in the sensations, in the way you were making him feel.
Your thumb lingers on his jaw as you pulled him in for a kiss—slow, teasing.
You slip your hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
You broke the kiss, whispering into the space between your lips. “Let me take this off,” you murmured, voice dripping with desire.
Sunoo nodded, his gaze heavy with something between need and hesitation, as you lifted his shirt over his head. You tossed it aside, eyes drinking in the sight of his bare chest. He has the cutest flat little tummy, and his pink nipples stand out against his pale skin, almost matching the bows in his hair.
You take advantage of his position and grind down on his lap, eliciting a soft gasp from both of you.
When you finally slip his shirt off, you can't help but stare at his chest. He has the cutest flat little tummy, and his skin is smooth and unblemished. His nipples are a soft shade of pink, almost matching the bows in his hair.
The way he flinched when you blew soft, cold air on the sensitive nubs, rubbing one between your thumb and index finger, the pink skin turning even more rosey, had you cooing in fondness and adoration.
“T-too much—“ Sunoo whimpered, his hand twitching at his side, yet never making any real attempt in stopping your actions. “Sensitive…”
Wow, if he was this sensitive there, you wondered how sensitive he'd be on his—
"Ngh- want-" he stammered, his voice muffled.
You smirked, leaning back in to kiss him and began to rock your hips against his, rubbing his cock through his pants, as you could feel his hardness pressing against your ass.
As you continue to kiss each other, you notice as Sunoo's hands started to wander down towards your waistband. He hesitated for a moment, but then he slipped his hands inside and gasps when he feels the material of your panties.
You had worn lace panties that coincidentally matched the choker around his neck. When he felt the fabric, he let out a needy little moan.
His fingers finally slid lower as he traced the waistband of your panties, his breath becoming heavier with each passing second. He tugged at your waistband, trying to pull them down and off.
Holy fuck, he wanted your panties wrapped around his cock, stroking him painfully to completion. And that's exactly what you would give him.
Let me know if you want a full length version of this fic, this was pretty much just the start of a fic that has been sitting in the drafts for over a year now, so I figured I would post it for my comeback post!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!
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ugh i wonder how jake would fuck his s/o like i was thinking if he would prep you so well to be prepared for his dick ... just the thought of his fingers fucking me is enough to make me turned on 😭 don't you think so ?
Call Me Shallow, But I'm Only Going Deeper (NSFW)
Pairings: Dom!Jake x sub!reader
Warnings: Smut, fingering (we all love Jake’s pretty fingers), subspace, praise, degradation, needy reader, p/w a little plot, creampie, breeding kink, inexperienced!reader, belly bulge (aka from Jake’s massive cock), hand kink fwb (?)
Sneak Peak: You and Jake had been mutual “friends” ever since you started college. Sure, you shared the same friend group, but you never really clicked on a personal level. It wasn’t that you hated each other, but the tension was there—both too proud, too stubborn, and way too intimidated to ever get close. The thought of being alone together? Unthinkable. It was an unspoken rule: stay out of each other’s way if possible.
But when a class project forces you into his dorm room, that rule starts to crumble.
"You’ve never...?" His voice trails off, disbelieving, but there's something else beneath his words. Your cheeks burn, heat creeping down your neck as you admit the truth.
Yes, you are a virgin at the ripe age of 20.
No, you’ve never had an orgasm.
It’s humiliating, and Jake doesn’t make it any better, leaning back with a predatory grin spreading across his face.
"Well, we can’t have that, can we?"
wc: 2.2k
Stripped down to just your panties and a thin white camisole, your skin flushed a delicate shade of pink under Jake's heated gaze. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of you sprawled across the pillows on his dorm room bed, looking so vulnerable and soft.
Jake knelt between your legs, his hands tracing slow, deliberate lines along your thighs, spreading them wider with each touch. Your panties, now taut over your wetness, left very little to the imagination, the cool air teasing the sensitive skin beneath. You shivered, a soft whimper slipping past your lips.
His fingers hovered, then traced the outline of your slit, the contact making you gasp. You clenched around nothing, the sheer sensitivity of it all sending shocks through your body.
"So wet for me already," Jake murmured, his voice dipping into something darker, the faintest trace of condescension in his tone. His eyes fixed on the way your arousal glistened on his fingers, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips.
He ran his fingers teasingly over your inner thigh, making you squirm, your body instinctively trying to chase his touch. Jake reveled in your desperation, loving how easily you fell apart beneath him.
Biting your lip, your face flushed deeper as he began to tug at your panties, sliding them down your legs. "J-Jake..." you stuttered, suddenly shy now that you were bare. Instinctively, you tried to close your thighs.
But Jake chuckled, prying them apart with a firm grip, manhandling you effortlessly as he settled your hips into his lap. The shift in position made your head spin, but you knew it wasn't just the incline that was making you dizzy.
He leans closer to your neck, his voice low and rumbling against your skin. "It's okay, sweetheart," he says. "Just relax and let me make you feel good."
"Please," you mewled, voice trembling with need. "I need it..."
His scoff was deep in his chest, vibrating through you, and then his fingers were finally there—teasing, tracing the slick heat between your thighs. Your moans spilled out as he spread your folds with two fingers, his eyes fixed on your pussy, entirely at his mercy. You felt so exposed; every inch of you laid bare for him.
You're so wet—and if he wasn't so horny right now, he would have probably bullied the shit out of you for it. But instead, he teases you with touches, running his fingers through your wetness and spreading it around your lips.
Jake's usual cocky attitude faltered, but he kept up his teasing persona. Usually, he was indifferent, just going through the motions. However, tonight, there was a palpable shift in his demeanor—he was hooked, completely drawn into the sight of you.
You can't help but feel embarrassed as you feel yourself getting even wetter as he plays with you—your hips bucking up off the bed in sensitivity.
With slow, deliberate circles, he started to rub your clit, just hard enough to make you whimper, your hips rising off the bed in response. His fingers worked in unhurried movements, driving you mad with the teasing, each touch only intensifying the ache building inside you.
"Feeling good?" he asked, mocking, though he knew the answer by your needy little gasps.
"Y-yes..." you stuttered, too overwhelmed to notice his teasing.
His fingers moved lower, spreading your slick around your entrance, barely slipping inside before pulling back out. You whimpered, frustrated, your hips bucking to chase the feeling. "Jake, please..." Your voice cracked with desperation, and he only cooed softly in response, his thumb circling your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy.
"Such a needy little slut, aren't you?" he murmured, his tone dripping with condescension. "Already begging..."
And then, without warning, he slid a finger inside you. Your breath hitched, a loud cry escaping your throat as your walls clenched around him, and Jake groaned low in his chest.
"Shit, you really are a virgin, huh?" Jake growled, watching as your body swallowed his finger. "Just one of my fingers is enough to fill you up." His voice held a hint of amusement, eyes fixated on how tight you were.
You nodded weakly, unable to form words as he pulled his finger out, only to rub at your clit again. "I think you can take another, can't you, princess?" His voice was soft yet coaxing. You shook your head; the stretch of one finger was already too much for you.
"N-no, it's too much," you protested, shaking your head, but Jake hummed and brushed a few strands of hair from your face, murmuring sweetly before sliding the second finger inside anyway.
"No, no, no, don't!" You cry out, trying to push his wrist away, gasping at every movement, the stretch making your back arch sharply, your body struggling to adjust.
"Don't fight it, baby," Jake murmured, his fingers slipping deeper, your body gradually adjusting. "You're taking it so well."
The pain dulled after a few moments, replaced by a growing pleasure that had you biting your lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Sure, the stretch still felt a little overwhelming, but it feels so, so fucking good.
"F-fuck, ungh–" you whimpered, your voice weak and body trembling as he pumped his fingers inside you slowly, curling them just right. The gentleness in his touch contrasted with the rough, needy way he handled you, driving you wild.
"That's it, baby," Jake cooed, his free hand stroking your cheek, his voice dripping with condescension and sweetness. "Such a good girl, letting me play with your pretty little pussy like this."
Your head fell back against the pillows, pleasure thrumming through your veins with each curl of his fingers. "Jake, please..." you begged, your voice breathless and broken, your brain turning to mush from the overwhelming feeling of being filled by him.
Jake's fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your whole body tense up, pleasure rushing through you so intensely it almost hurts, a desperate moan escaping your lips.
"Right there," you gasp, your voice trembling as you clutch at the sheets. "S' good, right there… please…"
But the moment you say it, Jake pauses, smirking as he watches you squirm beneath him. He pulled his fingers back just enough to tease, never quite hitting the spot that had you trembling moments before.
Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration building as you chased his touch, your lips quivering.
"Aww, baby..." Jake's voice was mockingly sweet. "Are you gonna cry?"
A tear slipped down your cheek, and Jake groaned, his thumb brushing it away before slipping it into his mouth, tasting your desperation. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry," he muttered, the lust thick in his voice.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake's fingers curled again, hitting that perfect spot with just the right amount of pressure. The intensity is overwhelming after so much teasing, and you can only hear soft, breathless moans, your brain starting to feel foggy, your face contorting with pleasure.
"Shit, I can't control myself if I keep seeing your face like that," Jake muttered, his own breath coming in short gasps. He pulled his fingers out of you and, in one quick motion, shrugged off his hoodie. He turned you over onto your stomach, lifting you effortlessly and positioning you on his lap again. Your hips were propped up on his firm thighs.
You buried your face into his hoodie, which he had placed right before you. The scent of him surrounded you—intoxicating, familiar, and comforting. You moaned into the fabric, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable in this position.
With a low, satisfied grunt, Jake spat down onto your pussy, his fingers plunging back inside, the new angle making you gasp as he reached deeper. His other hand rested on your lower back, pinning you in place.
You flinched at the sensation, your body tensing momentarily, but Jake held you steady, his hand firm on your hip. You instinctively tried to grind down against his thigh, seeking more friction, but he stopped you with a gentle yet commanding grip.
You could hear him spit into his hand, the wet sound unmistakable as he began to stroke his cock behind you. Before you had time to process, you felt the thick, hot press of his cockhead against your slick folds, your body clenching up with uncertainty.
"C'mon, baby," Jake's voice was soft but urging, fingers slipping out of you as he gently smacked your slit with his cock. "Let me put it in. It'll feel so good, I promise."
Your body was too pliant, too overstimulated to respond coherently. You were spacey, floating somewhere between pleasure and surrender. Without waiting for an answer, Jake raised your hips slightly, and you felt the thick head of his cock press into you, stretching you inch by inch.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Jake breathed, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. Every inch was a new sensation, the stretch almost too much, but the need for him inside you outweighed the discomfort.
When he finally bottomed out, you let out a muffled whine, your back arching involuntarily. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, his cock stretching your walls to their limit. The fullness was beyond anything you had ever imagined.
Your tummy felt tight, stuffed full, the pressure so intense that it left you breathless. The outline of his cock pressing against your lower belly formed a bulge, and Jake snaked a hand around your waist, running his hand over it, pressing down gently, and you let out a broken whine as the pressure made you feel even more stuffed.
"Look at this," he panted, eyes dark with lust as he pressed his fingers against the bulge. "Feel me all the way in there, baby? Fuck, you're so full."
A broken moan escaped your lips as the pressure built, your body trembling with each of Jake's deep, measured thrusts. His cock was hitting spots inside you that made your mind spin, places you hadn't even known existed.
Jake groaned deeply, his hands gripping your waist with enough force to leave marks as he began moving your hips, fucking you onto his cock with steady, deliberate thrusts. You were too far gone to do anything but whimper and moan, your body shaking with the intensity of it all. Every ridge, every vein of his cock was magnified inside you, and your world shrank down to just the feeling of him.
Your tummy felt tight and strange, a pressure you couldn't quite identify. You'd never cum before, and the unfamiliar sensation building in your core left you confused and overwhelmed. You tried to babble something to Jake, to tell him, but all that came out was a helpless, incoherent whimper.
Jake groaned, his grip tightening as he began to lose himself in your body. "My pretty girl... so perfect for me," he rasped, voice barely above a whisper as his hips snapped forward, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate, using your body like his personal fucktoy.
The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by your pathetic whimpers and breathless gasps. Drool dripped from the corner of your slack mouth, your eyes unfocused as you stared blankly ahead, completely cockdrunk.
Then, all at once, it hit you.
Your walls fluttered and clenched around Jake's cock, your cunt pulling him deeper as your orgasm crashed into you. Your whole body seized up, and you were babbling incoherently, lost in the overwhelming pleasure as Jake continued to fuck you through your first orgasm.
You're entirely dazed; you barely processed it when Jake, voice hoarse and strained, choked out, "F-fuck, I'm gonna cum—can I—inside?" Yet somewhere in your haze, you must've nodded because a moment later, his hips stilled, and you felt it.
His cock pulsed, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. You felt it gush into you, wave after wave, so much that it left you gasping. His cock pulses, spurting more, and you can feel the warmth spreading through your belly.
But Jake didn't pull out.
Instead, he kept you locked in place, his cock still buried deep inside you as he let out a long, satisfied sigh. His hands moved to your sides, then back to your tummy, pressing down as he lazily rocked his hips, grinding himself deeper into your cum-filled pussy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake slowly pulled out. The sudden emptiness made you whine, your body so sensitive that even the slightest movement had you squirming. You felt his cum spill out immediately, thick and warm, leaking from your used hole and pooling on the sheets beneath you.
You're a mess. Sticky and obscene. But honestly, you're too fucked out to care.
"Look at that," Jake murmured, almost to himself, as he spread your pussy open with his fingers, watching more of his cum drip out. "So messy, baby. You're leaking everywhere."
He smirked down at you, fondness softening his expression as you whimpered, still out of it, trembling from the intensity of it all.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice now soft and full of praise as he rubbed soothing circles on your lower back. "You did so good, baby."
IM BACK MY CUTIE HORNDOGSSSSS
uhhhh are we going to discuss the way that i was edging you all with this for a billion years and I feel like its only a little better than mid.......?
No we are not! 😁🤞
Either way, I hope you all enjoyed–I've been getting my ass beat with work recently, and this fic has been in the works for forever so I figured I gotta pump it out (because its hot teehee!)
Smut, fingering (we all love Jake’s pretty fingers), subspace, praise, degradation, needy reader, porn with no plot, p in v sex, creampies, breeding kink, inexperienced!reader, Jake is so cocky here, belly bulge (aka from Jake’s massive cock), begging, fwb (?)
Ni-ki would insist on being between your thighs at any chance he can get. He'd lay between them while playing games on his phone, or watching a movie, just so he could feel your warmth and the gentle press of your legs around him.
⤷ You look down to see Ni-ki's messy hair and warm, brown eyes looking up at you with nothing but adoration.
Ni-ki would make sure to get extra cozy, napping between your thighs and waking up every now and then to sleepily bite at the skin of your inner thighs, then drift back to sleep.
⤷ You can feel the way he nuzzles against your skin, planting soft kisses on your inner thighs. His lips are warm and sweet, and you can’t help but giggle at the way he playfully bites at your skin, leaving little marks that only you will see.
Ni-ki's favorite thing to do to you while cuddling is probably kissing your thighs, marking them up, biting them. He just thinks you are so perfect, and he can’t help himself. And he knows what it does to you too– he’s a tease. He loves to make you feel the same way he feels for you.
⤷ His hands grip gently onto your hips as he presses soft kisses onto your inner thighs, causing you to shiver with pleasure. He takes his time exploring every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles that make your breath hitch.
⤷ As he continues to tease and tantalize you, you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. He responds by pressing even more kisses onto your thighs, making you squirm.
Ni-ki would watch movies with you, his head resting on your lap, and his body settled comfortably between your thighs. Every so often, he'd let out a sigh of contentment, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.
⤷ He leans into your skin as he murmurs little compliments that make your heart flutter. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his breath hot against your thigh, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.
Ni-ki would draw little flower shapes on your skin using his fingers, tracing intricate patterns and designs, knowing how much you love it when he does that.
⤷ “Just hold still for a moment,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, as he pulls back slightly to study you. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your thighs, drawing tiny flower shapes, almost as if he’s painting a garden on your skin. You can’t help but smile at his cute concentration, the way his brow furrows slightly with determination.
“See? Aren’t they pretty?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.
Here u go, my Niki-post-hungry pookies teehee 😋
Also don't steal that pic, it took me a bajillion hours to draw 🥲
You and sunoo have been going out for quite some time now. You’re his first everything—his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his first sexual encounter.
Ever since you first let him eat you out, he’s been the biggest much ever, begging to be buried between your legs at every chance he can get.
But now he’s at your mercy, his cock sliding in and out against your tongue as you pin his squirming hips to the mattress. Baby boy is so sensitive he’s about to cum barely 5 minutes in! But will you let him?
“Come on, spit it out. Something’s wrong.” Heeseung waited for Jake to open up, still genuinely concerned about his friend.
Jake tried to find the right words, tried to bring it up in a gentle and appropriate fashion—he really did. “This is going to sound really weird, but I need to see your dick,” he blurted out.
Hiii, i wanted to say how much i love your works and how to always try hard to do the best. I just found out that tou make your own gifs and i just found it amazing ☝️😞
Wait ur actually so sweeet luv 😣🤍
I think youre the only person so far who has commented on my gifs, and oh my gosh am I blushing ;)
Thank u for the compliments, we all know how much I love praise 🤭🤭
I know you do member x member so is it OK to do gay asks ( not assuming their sexuality)
If u mean like male!reader x idol, then yeah! I’ve had some hard thoughts in the works recently (male reader versions of the enha x fem!reader hard thoughts I already have up), so I’m for sure comfortable with writing male reader fics now 😏
