tipsy and clingy (s. jake)
your cute, sweet boyfriend who gets even clingier while tipsy
pairing: jake x fem!reader || wc: 1.6k || cw: smut! a lot of fluff, mentions of alcohol, tipsy!jake (not drunk, everything is consensual), jake is veeeeery clingy and he can’t stop yapping, subby!jake, kissing, making out, breast/nipple play, handjob, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, use of petnames, dirty talk, praise, a tiny bit of overstimulation || warnings: +18 content, mdni!!! || a/n: this is was all thanks to this request right here!!! everybody thank anonie rn
you hear the front door click open a little after midnight, followed by the unmistakable sound of keys clattering to the floor and a soft, giggly “oops.”
jake is home.
you pad out of the bedroom in your oversized sleep shirt, already smiling because you know exactly what kind of state he’s in. he tried to text you earlier — something mostly emojis and the words “home soon” — but the typos gave him away. the boys had gone out for a rare low-key dinner that clearly turned into a couple of drinks. nothing crazy, just enough to make your boyfriend adorably loose and clingy.
“babyyy,” he whines the second he sees you, eyes lighting up like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen. he’s leaning against the wall, one shoe already kicked off, the other still stubbornly on. his hair is messy, cheeks flushed pink, and that signature bright smile is a little lopsided. “missed you so much.”
you laugh softly and walk over, sliding an arm around his waist to steady him. “i missed you too, jakey. come on, let’s get you to bed.”
he immediately drapes himself over you like a giant puppy, arms wrapping around your shoulders, face nuzzling into your neck. “you smell so good,” he mumbles, lips brushing your skin with every word. “like home. my favorite home.” he takes an exaggerated sniff and sighs happily. “can we just stay like this forever?”
“we can cuddle in bed forever,” you promise, guiding him down the hallway. he keeps stopping every few steps to hug you tighter or plant sloppy kisses on your cheek, your temple, wherever he can reach. “jake, shoes off.”
“help me?” he pouts, lifting one foot dramatically. you kneel down and tug the remaining sneaker off while he balances on you, hands in your hair, playing with the strands like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “you’re so pretty when you’re helping me. the prettiest.”
once both shoes are off, he refuses to let go of your hand, swinging it between you like a little kid as you lead him into the bedroom. the bedside lamp is already on, casting a warm glow. you try to steer him toward the bed, but he pulls you into another full-body hug instead, swaying gently.
“i love you,” he says against your hair, voice soft and earnest in that tipsy way that makes your heart melt. “like, sooooo much. you take such good care of me. best girlfriend ever. wife. future wife. can i call you that tonight?”
you bite back a laugh. “sure, future husband. now sit down so i can get your shirt off.”
he plops onto the edge of the bed obediently, but the second you reach for his buttons he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you between his legs. his face presses into your stomach, nuzzling happily. “soft,” he hums. “my favorite pillow.” he tilts his head up, eyes big and sparkly even when glassy from the alcohol. “kiss?”
you lean down and give him a quick peck, but he chases your lips with a whine when you pull away. “more,” he demands cutely, lips pursed. you give in and kiss him properly, slow and sweet, tasting the faint sweetness of whatever fruity drink he had. he makes a contented little noise and tries to deepen it, hands sliding up under your sleep shirt to rest on your bare back.
“jake,” you murmur against his mouth, half warning, half amused. “bedtime. you need to sleep.”
“but i’m not tired,” he lies, even as he yawns right after. still, he lets you unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, revealing all that smooth, warm skin and the faint definition of muscle from years of dancing. his hands stay on you the whole time, tracing lazy circles on your hips, thumbs slipping under the waistband of your panties.
you manage to get his jeans off too, leaving him in just his boxers. he looks so cute sitting there — flushed, hair tousled, blinking up at you like you hung the moon. “cuddle now?” he asks hopefully, already scooting back on the bed and lifting the covers for you.
you climb in beside him and he immediately attaches himself to your side like a koala, one leg thrown over yours, arm slung across your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck. his breath is warm and steady, and for a minute you think he’s actually going to fall asleep.
then he shifts.
his hips press against your thigh and you feel it — half-hard already, twitching when he rocks just a little. he lets out a tiny, embarrassed giggle.
“sorry, baby,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. he nuzzles closer, lips brushing your collarbone. “you’re just… really warm. and soft. and you smell nice. it makes me horny.”
you snort. “oh so you’re tipsy and horny? that's a very dangerous combination.”
“not dangerous at all,” he protests, voice turning pouty. he lifts his head, lower lip jutting out with the most lethal puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. his cheeks are still pink. “please? just a little. i’ll be quick. i’ll be so good for you.”
his hand slides under your shirt again, palm warm and a little clumsy as it cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbles. he watches your face with that focused, tipsy intensity, like he’s studying exactly what makes you react.
“jake…” you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, this one deeper, a little messier, tongue sliding against yours while he presses his growing erection more firmly against your thigh.
“i want you,” he whispers when he pulls back, voice husky now. “been thinking about you all night. kept telling the guys how lucky i am. how pretty my girlfriend is. how good you feel when you’re around me.” his fingers pinch your nipple lightly, drawing a soft gasp from you. “please, baby. i need you. i’ll do all the work. you just lay there and let me love you.”
he’s so earnest, so adorably desperate, that your resolve crumbles fast. you cup his face and kiss him again, slower this time, letting him feel how much you want him too. “okay,” you murmur. “but gentle. you’re drunk, remember?”
“i'm not drunk, just… feeling a bit funny,” he promises, already moving to tug your shirt up and off. the second your breasts are bare he’s on them, mouth hot and eager, sucking one nipple while his hand kneads the other. he’s a little uncoordinated from the alcohol, but it only makes it sweeter — soft, open-mouthed kisses, little whimpers vibrating against your skin.
you slide your hand into his boxers and wrap your fingers around him. he’s fully hard now, hot and heavy, leaking at the tip. jake moans loudly at the first stroke, hips bucking into your fist.
“fuck— yes, like that,” he gasps, switching to your other breast. “your hand feels so good.”
you pump him slowly, thumb swirling over the head, spreading the wetness. he keeps grinding against your palm, panting into your neck, whispering the filthiest sweet nothings.
“i love your tits… love how wet you get for me… i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…”
eventually he pushes your panties down your legs, kicking his own boxers off in the process. he settles between your thighs, cock nudging against your entrance, but instead of pushing in right away he just rubs the head up and down your folds, coating himself in your slick.
“so wet already,” he marvels, voice awed. “all for me?”
“all for you,” you confirm, wrapping your legs around his waist.
he slides in with one smooth thrust, both of you groaning at the feeling. he’s thick and warm and fills you perfectly, even when he’s a little sloppy from being tipsy. he doesn’t start moving right away — just stays buried deep, grinding in slow circles while he kisses you senseless.
“i love being inside you,” he mumbles against your lips. “it feels like home. a very warm home. the best home ever.”
you can’t help but laugh. then he starts thrusting — deep, lazy rolls of his hips that hit just right every time. he’s clingy even now, chest pressed to yours, arms wrapped around you so there’s no space between you at all. every thrust is accompanied by little kisses to your jaw, your neck, your mouth. he keeps whispering how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how he’s the luckiest guy in the world.
you slide your hands down his back, feeling the muscles shift as he moves, and when you dig your nails in lightly he moans and picks up the pace, hips snapping a little harder.
“close,” he whimpers after a while, voice cracking. “baby, i’m so close— c-can i come inside? please?”
“yes,” you breathe, clenching around him on purpose. “come for me, jakey.”
he buries his face in your neck and comes with a broken moan, hips stuttering as he fills you up, warm and pulsing. the feeling tips you over the edge too, orgasm washing over you in soft, rolling waves while he keeps grinding through it, drawing it out for both of you.
afterward he doesn’t pull out right away. he just collapses on top of you, heavy and warm and still buried inside, pressing lazy kisses wherever he can reach.
“i love you,” he mumbles, already sounding half-asleep again. “best girlfriend. best wife. i'm gonna marry you someday.”
you stroke his hair, smiling into the dark. “i love you too, tipsy boy. now go to sleep.”
he hums happily, nuzzling closer, and within minutes his breathing evens out. you stay like that for a while — his weight comforting, his warmth surrounding you — before carefully slipping out from under him to clean up.
when you come back to bed he immediately reaches for you again in his sleep, pulling you against his chest with a contented sigh.
the thing is, jake is your clingy, cute, horny boyfriend.
and you wouldn’t trade him for anything.
© jongst4r, 2026
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