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微醺 tipsy ways — y.jw au 方式

黑穗病 ─── "I need you. need your attention. need you to look at me like this." Jungwon is your boyfriend who always drinks, and when he does, he shows up at your door and can't help but get horny because of how much he thinks about you.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ tipsy!jungwon x fem!reader

ⳇ w/c: 11.4k

㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, unprotected p in v (don't do this to urself), drunk sex, manipulative behavior, clit play, squirting, light boob play, finger sucking, overstimulation, overwhelming sex, creampie, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise kink,rough sex, lots of marking (fr), somnophilia, constant petting, hypersexual!jungwon.

𝓡ina's note: im almost finished with the ot7 enha AUs yeei, TYSMM 4 THE 700 FOLLOWERS, love y'all, it motivates me so much, like or reblog if you liked it and leave a comment (i love reading yall‹3)

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cathooni

jake sends you a quick video, giving his toy slow and hard thrusts imagining it was you.

strawberrywonnie

Jungwon audio

Author note~ this idea is from a request that I accidentally deleted 😔 so anon if you're still out there this is what I made for you! 🩷 This is also my first audio so like... Yeah

Warnings~ heavy moaning, very quiet wet sounds in the background, I can't think of anything else tbh

Love you anon! 💕💗

selestiyara

aggressively ride jungwon till he finish ‹𝟹

jakesdickrider12

NSFW AUDIO (MDNI)

forcefully riding subby jakey’s face making him beg for you to not use his cock again (๑¯◡¯๑)

oh god i wanna ride him so badd 😩😩

(English is not my first language, sorry if there are any typos)

jakesdickrider12

NSFW AUDIO (MDNI!)

subby wonnie overstimming himself before bed (⑅•ᴗ•⑅)

OMG HELLO CUTIE, I'm very excited and nervous because this is my first audio, hope you guys like it!

(English is not my first language, sorry if there are any typos)

missyangkim

-JUNGWON AUDIO

warning!nsfw

MDNI!! unless you want to, your choice ig

sucking jungwon off while he finger blasts you calling you mommy

missyangkim’s note: audio found off twitter<3 ALSO SRRY IM FIVE DAYS LATE TT

jaehyp

𝖭𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖠'𝖲 𝖡𝖮𝖸 ─ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗃𝗒.

! pairing: idol bf jake x idol gf reader

!! synopsis: backstage your "best friend" has a habit of letting you have your way with him. tonight, he's not leaving until you admit how much you love it when he calls you noona even if he has to beg.

!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub jake who's pussy drunk, dom reader, 69, piv, spit kink, overstimulation, tit play, degrading, multiple orgasims, jake got a noona kink, reader is a couple months older, js straight filth

!! wc: 3k

!! a/n: i will never ever get tired of writing sub jake anyways ty for the request i honestly wouldn't have thought of such a delicious idea, hope u likey

The show ended an hour ago. The crowd had faded into the quiet hum of staff packing up equipment, and members trickling out to vans. You should be in your own dressing room wiping off stage makeup and heading home like everyone else.

Instead, you're here. Door locked, the muffled sounds of the outside world barely registering.

Jake is sitting in the worn armchair in the corner of his dressing room. Legs spread, shirt half unbuttoned, watching you with that look he gets when you're alone.

He didn't put himself in that chair. You did. You pushed him down into it the second the lock clicked, and he went without resistance, because that's who he is with you. Eager and desperate to please.

k1kii2

And they said Shakespeare was dead

#enha smut #enha x reader #jake sim x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #sim jaeyun

angelvvii

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pairing: jake sim x fem!reader

rating: explicit| 18+ only| mdni (or do, idgaf)

wc:6,3k (oopsie?)

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𝙨 𝙮 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙨 𝙞 𝙨

jake, your roommate who’s been secretly obsessed with you for six months — stealing glances at your tiny shorts, jerking off to the sound of you moaning when you stretch, and memorizing every little habit of yours until one night when he finally snaps.

|tw: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, minor dni. porn with NO plot, (zero plot, straight filth) somnophilia / dubcon → consensual (starts while you’re “asleep,” you wake up and beg for it) roommate AU with heavy mutual pining + slight yandere/obsession vibes size kink, detailed, creampie, breeding talk, cum leaking jake is very whiny, whimpery, and vocal (moaning, stuttering, whining between words) oral (jake eating pussy + desperate mattress humping) dirty talk (praise + light degradation) slight possessiveness? slight choking. unprotected sex (do it) p in v,

idk manew lmk if i missed smth

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Jake couldn't sleep. Again.

It was becoming a real fucking problem at this point—this insatiable, gnawing ache that settled deep in his gut every night without fail. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you flashed behind his eyelids like a dirty film he couldn't turn off. The way your lips wrapped around your morning coffee, slow and deliberate, leaving a faint gloss on the rim. How your shorts rode up your thighs when you sat cross-legged on the couch, the soft fabric bunching and exposing the smooth, warm skin he kept catching himself staring at. The fucking sound you made when you stretched after a long day of classes—a soft, breathy little moan that slipped from your throat and went straight to his cock, making it twitch hard against his thigh.

He groaned into his pillow, the fabric damp from the heat of his breath, and shifted onto his side. His body felt feverish, heavy with frustration. The sheets tangled around his legs, doing nothing to ease the insistent throb between them. He willed his mind to calm the fuck down, to think about anything else—work, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, tomorrow's errands. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans for him tonight.

Because through the thin walls of your shared apartment, he could hear you. The soft rustle of your sheets as you turned over. A quiet, contented sigh that spilled from your room and directly into his racing mind, wrapping around every filthy thought he'd tried to bury.

You'd been roommates for six months now. Six months of torture. Six months of Jake pretending he wasn't completely obsessed with you, with your body, with every little thing you did. He'd memorized your schedule—what time you woke up, the exact rhythm of the shower water when you washed your hair, which nights you stayed in curled up with a book versus when you went out with friends in those tight little tops that made his jaw clench. He knew more about you than any roommate should—the way you hummed when you cooked, how your laugh filled the living room, the faint scent of your vanilla body lotion that lingered in the bathroom long after you'd left. But he couldn't bring himself to care about how wrong it was. Not when every glimpse of you made his blood run hotter.

And tonight, with you just one room away, asleep and completely unaware, Jake felt his last thread of self-control snap like a rubber band pulled too tight.

His feet hit the cold floor before his brain caught up, the chill biting into his bare soles and sending a shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and the heavy thud of his own heartbeat in his ears. He told himself he just needed water. That's all this was. A quick trip to the kitchen, a splash of cold on his face, and then back to bed like a responsible adult.

But his feet carried him past the kitchen. Past the bathroom. Straight to your door.

Your bedroom door was cracked open, just enough for the faint glow of your bedside lamp to spill into the hallway like a golden invitation he had no right to accept. You always left it on—a habit from childhood, you'd told him once over breakfast, your cheeks flushing slightly as you admitted to being scared of the dark. Jake thought it was adorable. He thought everything about you was adorable. And dangerous. And so fucking tempting.

He pushed the door open slowly, wincing at the faint creak of the hinges. The sound seemed to echo in the silence, loud as a gunshot to his heightened senses, and he froze, heart pounding against his ribs like a caged animal. Every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for any sign that you'd heard him—the shift of sheets, a sleepy question, the click of your lamp turning on.

Nothing.

You were fast asleep — or were you?— curled up on your side with one arm tucked under your pillow and the other stretched out across the empty space beside you, as if reaching for something in your dreams. Your hair was fanned out across the mattress, a messy halo that caught the soft light and gleamed like silk. And those fucking pajama shorts—the ones with the little bows on the hem—had ridden up dangerously high on your thighs, exposing the soft, smooth skin that Jake had spent countless nights imagining touching, tasting, gripping.

He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his disheveled hair, fingers catching on the damp strands at his nape. His cock strained against his boxers, already leaking, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to the swollen head.

What the fuck am I doing?

This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. You were his roommate, his friend, someone who trusted him enough to share this apartment, to leave your door cracked open without a second thought. And here he was, standing in your doorway in the middle of the night like some kind of depraved predator, breathing hard and fighting the urge to palm himself right there.

But then you shifted. Slowly. Your legs fell open just a fraction, the movement lazy and unconscious, and you let out this tiny, breathy whimper that hit him like a punch to the gut. His cock throbbed painfully, a bead of precum soaking through his boxers as heat flooded his veins.

That was it. That was the final nail in his coffin.

He moved before he could stop himself, crossing the small distance between the door and your bed in two quick strides, each step feeling heavier than the last, like wading through molasses. The floorboards creaked under his weight, a low protest that made his stomach twist, but you didn't stir. You were completely out, lost in whatever dreams had taken you for the night, your chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths that made your tank top cling to the soft curves of your breasts.

For a long moment, Jake just stood there, looming over your sleeping form like some kind of predator. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as the air between you thickened with unbearable tension. He could smell you—vanilla and warm skin and that faint floral shampoo that always drove him insane. His mouth watered. His hands ached.

Then, slowly, carefully, he lowered himself onto the edge of your mattress.

The bed dipped under his weight, the mattress sighing softly, and he held his breath, every nerve on fire as he waited for you to wake. To scream. To demand to know what the fuck he was doing in your room in the middle of the night.

But you didn't.

You just snuggled deeper into your pillow, letting out another soft sigh that made Jake's head spin and his cock jerk against his thigh. The heat from your body radiated toward him, pulling him closer like a magnet.

His hand trembled as he reached out, fingertips hovering for what felt like an eternity before brushing against your hip. Your skin was so fucking soft—softer than he'd imagined in all those desperate late-night fantasies, warm and smooth like velvet under his calloused fingers. The touch was featherlight, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through his body, straight to his aching cock. He bit back a groan, feeling the way your skin pebbled slightly under his touch.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and strained.

He should stop. He should turn around, go back to his room, and jerk off in the privacy of his own space like a normal person. That was the right thing. The smart thing.

But Jake wasn't thinking with his brain right now. All the blood in his body had rushed south, leaving him dizzy and desperate and completely out of control. The tension in the room was suffocating, every second stretching out as his hand lingered on your hip, thumb stroking the tiniest circle against your skin.

He shifted closer, inch by agonizing inch, his body moving of its own accord until his chest was pressed against your back. You were so small compared to him, so delicate, and the contrast made his head swim. His arm draped over your waist, slow and careful, pulling you flush against him. The moment your ass nestled against his crotch, the heat of you seeping through the thin layers of fabric, he nearly lost it. His cock throbbed hard, trapped between your bodies, the friction making stars burst behind his eyelids.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft "Mm" escaping your lips, your body instinctively pressing back into his warmth.

"Jake?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, barely coherent.

He froze. Every muscle in his body locked up as he waited, heart hammering so loud he was sure you'd hear it. The seconds dragged on, thick with unbearable tension.

But you didn't pull away.

Instead, you snuggled closer, pressing your ass back against his crotch in a slow, unconscious roll that made him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. The pressure was exquisite torture—your soft, warm curves molding perfectly against his rock-hard length.

"Thought you were at your girlfriend's," you mumbled, your words slurring together, still half-lost in sleep.

Jake's mind reeled. Girlfriend? What fucking girlfriend? But the words died in his throat as you drifted again, your breathing evening out, your body going slack yet still pressed so intimately against him.

And Jake? Jake was in fucking hell.

Your ass was pressed right against his aching cock, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers and your tiny pajama shorts. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the way your body fit against his like it was made for him. Every tiny shift of your hips sent sparks shooting up his spine. He stayed like that for long, torturous minutes, just breathing you in, fighting the overwhelming urge to grind against you.

But then you shifted again in your sleep, your hips moving in a lazy little circle, and suddenly there was friction—delicious, torturous friction that made Jake's vision blur at the edges.

"Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, the word barely audible.

He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this.

But his hips had other plans. The first roll was almost involuntary, a shallow drag of his cock against the swell of your ass that sent pleasure exploding through him. He stilled immediately after, chest heaving, waiting. Watching. The tension coiled tighter in his gut.

Nothing. You slept on.

Emboldened yet terrified, he moved again—slower this time, more deliberate. His cock slid against the curve of your ass, the fabric creating just enough drag to make him dizzy. He could feel every inch of you, the heat, the softness, the way your body responded even in sleep with tiny, unconscious twitches. His hand, resting on your hip, began to wander, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, dipping under the hem of your pajama top to feel the bare, fever-warm skin of your stomach. You shivered under his touch, a full-body tremor that made his balls tighten.

"Jake?" you mumbled again, clearer this time, hovering on the edge of awareness.

He froze, hand splayed across your stomach, heart in his throat.

But you pressed back harder, a soft, needy moan escaping your lips as your ass ground deliberately against his throbbing cock.

The tension snapped.

Jake's breath caught in his throat as your ass pressed back against him with more purpose, the slow grind sending white-hot sparks racing up his spine. His cock throbbed violently between your bodies, trapped against the soft, yielding flesh of your ass, the thin fabric doing almost nothing to dull the searing heat radiating from you. He could feel the dampness starting to seep through your shorts—your arousal mixing with his own precum—and the realization made his head spin.

He stayed perfectly still for several agonizing seconds, every muscle coiled tight, waiting for you to fully wake. To realize. To push him away or pull him closer. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the pounding of his own heart.

Then your hand moved—slowly, lazily—reaching back to rest on his thigh. Your fingers flexed once, digging in just enough for him to feel your nails through his boxers.

"Jake..." you whispered again, voice husky and low, still laced with sleep but unmistakably aware now. The way you said his name made his cock twitch hard against you.

He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. "You... you're awake."

A soft, breathy laugh escaped you, the sound vibrating through your back and into his chest. "Have been for a few minutes." Your hips rolled again, slower this time, deliberate, dragging the curve of your ass along the entire aching length of his cock. "Felt you watching me. Felt you get on the bed."

Jake let out a shaky, pathetic sound, the sound guttural and broken. His forehead dropped to the back of your neck, lips brushing against your warm skin as he inhaled your scent—vanilla, faint sweat, and something undeniably feminine that made his mouth water. His hand on your stomach spread wider, fingers splaying across your soft skin, feeling the way your muscles fluttered under his touch.

"You should tell me to leave," he rasped against your neck, even as his hips finally gave in and rolled forward, pressing his rigid cock harder against you. The friction was maddening—slow, heavy drags that made his balls draw up tight. "Tell me to get the fuck out, right now."

But you didn't. Instead, you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass more firmly into his lap, trapping his cock perfectly between your cheeks. The heat between your thighs was intoxicating, even through the fabric.

"I don't want you to leave," you murmured, voice thick. Your fingers trailed higher up his thigh, teasing the hem of his boxers. "I've been waiting for you to finally do something."

The confession hit him like a drug. Jake's grip on your stomach tightened, pulling you impossibly closer until there wasn't a single inch of space between your bodies. He could feel the rapid flutter of your heartbeat against his chest, matching his own frantic rhythm. His free hand slid up your side, pushing your tank top higher, exposing more of your bare skin to the cool air. His fingertips traced every dip and curve—your ribs, the underside of your breast—moving with excruciating slowness, savoring every shiver and hitch in your breath.

"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted this," he moans, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His cock throbbed again, leaking steadily now, the wet spot on his boxers growing. "Every night. Listening to you through the wall. Jerking off — mhm— thinking about these thighs..." His hand slid down, palming the soft flesh of your upper thigh, squeezing gently. "...this fucking ass."

You whimpered softly at his words, the sound going straight to his cock. Your legs parted just a little more, inviting him. The movement caused your shorts to ride up even higher, and Jake's fingers brushed against the edge of the fabric, dangerously close to your core.

He paused there, teasing, letting the tension build until it felt like the air might crack. His fingers hovered, barely grazing the damp heat seeping through your shorts. You pushed back again, trying to chase his touch, but he held you still with his arm around your waist.

"Not yet," he whispered, voice rough. "Been dreaming about this too long to rush it."

He rocked his hips in a slow, filthy grind, letting you feel every thick inch of him sliding between your ass cheeks. The fabric barrier made it torturous—too much and not enough all at once. Each drag pulled a quiet, needy sound from your throat, and Jake drank them in like oxygen.

His hand finally dipped beneath your shorts, moving with agonizing patience. His fingers traced the crease where your thigh met your body, then slowly—painfully slowly—slid inward. The first brush against your bare pussy made you both gasp. You were soaked. Dripping. Your slick coated his fingertips instantly, hot and slippery.

"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned, burying his face in your hair. "Fuck— You're fucking drenched for me."

He circled your clit with one finger, featherlight at first, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. Your hips jerked, chasing more pressure, but he kept it torturously light, drawing out every sensation. His cock continued its slow grind against your ass, perfectly in time with the movement of his hand.

You reached back, fingers finally slipping under his waistband, wrapping around his bare cock. The sudden skin-on-skin contact made Jake hiss sharply. Your hand was warm, soft, and so fucking small around his thick length. You stroked him slowly, thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading his precum.

"Been wanting to feel this," you whispered, voice trembling with arousal. "Wanted you inside me for months."

Jake's exhaled sharply, control frayed further. He pushed two fingers inside you without warning—slowly, stretching you open, feeling your tight walls flutter and clench around him. You were so wet that they slid in easily, but he took his time, curling them, searching for that spot that made your breath catch.

When he found it, your moan was louder, rawer. Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking him with more urgency, but still matching his deliberate pace.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of his fingers working in and out of your soaked pussy, the wet squelch mixing with your shared heavy breathing. Jake's hips kept moving, grinding his cock against your ass while he fingered you, the dual sensation driving him closer to the edge with every passing second.

He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking gently, then harder, marking you. His teeth grazed your skin as he added a third finger, stretching you wider, preparing you.

"Jake..." you moaned, pushing back onto his fingers. "Please. I need you."

He pulled his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your pussy tried to keep them inside, then brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a deep groan.

"You'll get me,baby" he promised in a breathy whisper, voice dark. "But I'm taking my time with you tonight."

He pulled his fingers out of you with deliberate slowness, savoring the way your pussy clenched around them like it didn’t want to let go. A thick string of your arousal stretched between his fingers and your dripping folds before breaking. Jake brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low, filthy groan that vibrated against your back.

“Fuck— oh god— mhmm— you taste even better than i fucking imagined,” he moaned, voice wrecked.

Before you could respond, he shifted. In one smooth but hungry movement, he rolled you onto your back and positioned himself between your spread thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled low, his broad shoulders pushing your legs further apart. Your pajama shorts were still bunched around your knees, and he yanked them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.

He paused there for a moment, just staring. The lamplight cast a warm glow over your glistening pussy, swollen and slick, clit peeking out from its hood. Jake’s mouth watered. His cock was painfully hard, trapped against the mattress, already leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets.

He lowered his head slowly, dragging it out, letting the tension coil tighter. His hot breath fanned across your sensitive skin, making your thighs tremble. Then his tongue—flat, broad, and greedy—dragged a long, slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

The moan that tore from your throat was raw.

Jake whimpered against your pussy like a starving man, the vibration shooting straight through you. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop of your wetness. His hips started moving on their own—desperate, shameful rolls against the mattress. He humped the bed like a dog in heat, grinding his aching cock into the sheets while his tongue worked between your folds.

“Jake—oh fuck—” you gasped, your fingers threading into his hair, gripping tight.

He ate you like he was possessed. Long, messy strokes of his tongue, circling your clit before sucking it gently between his lips. Then he dipped lower, pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth slurping and licking, mixed with the rhythmic creak of the bed as he desperately humped the mattress.

His cock dragged against the sheets, the friction rough and imperfect, but he couldn’t stop. Every time you moaned or rolled your hips against his face, his own hips jerked harder, rutting pathetically into the bed. Precum smeared across his stomach and the sheets. The burning need in his groin was almost unbearable, but he refused to stop tasting you.

He moaned loudly into your pussy, the sound muffled and desperate. “Could eat this fucking pussy for hours,” he rasped, voice thick with spit and your arousal. His nose pressed against your clit as he licked deeper, his hips grinding faster now, chasing any kind of relief.

Your thighs started shaking around his head. The pleasure built in heavy, pulsing waves—his warm, wet tongue working you open, the obscene sounds of him devouring you, the sight of his muscular back flexing as he humped the bed like he was losing his mind.

You were close already. So fucking close.

But Jake pulled back just before you tipped over the edge, his lips shiny and swollen. He looked feral, eyes dark with lust as he crawled up your body. His cock—thick, heavy, and flushed dark red—slapped against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of precum on your skin.

He gripped himself, stroking once, twice, spreading your wetness and his own spit along his length. Then he lined up, the fat head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance.

“You sure?” he asked, voice strained, even though his hips were already twitching forward.

“Yes,” you breathed, pulling him down into a messy kiss. “Want you to fuck me.”

Jake pushed in.

The first inch was slow, deliberate. The burning stretch hit you immediately—his thick cock forcing your tight walls to part around him, a sharp, delicious sting that made your breath hitch. He was big. Thicker than you’d expected. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but the overwhelming fullness made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck—Jake—” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

He let out a shaky, needy whimper,forehead pressed to yours, jaw clenched tight. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying to adjust. The burning stretch slowly melted into a heavy, throbbing pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, balls pressed against your ass.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Can feel you pulsing around me.”

He stayed buried deep inside you, hips flush against yours, breathing hard through his mouth. The burning stretch of his thick cock filling you was still so intense—your walls fluttering and pulsing around every inch of him, trying to accommodate his size. His cock twitched inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open so completely it felt like he was reshaping you.

Then he started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips. Each thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside you, the burning stretch returning every time he pulled back and pushed in again, only to bloom into blinding pleasure.

His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as he fucked you with deep, measured strokes. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy mixed with your shared moans and the creak of the bed.

Jake’s forehead pressed harder against yours, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. A soft, broken whimper escaped him, high and needy.

“F-fuck… oh my god—” he whined, voice cracking. “You’re so—ahh— so fucking tight. I c-can’t… hah—”

He pulled back just a little, slow and careful, only to push back in again. The drag was exquisite, that same burning stretch flaring up as your pussy clenched around his retreating cock, then blooming into heavy, throbbing pleasure when he sank back in. His hips stuttered, a desperate little jerk that made you both gasp.

Jake’s face dropped to your neck, lips parted against your skin as another whimper slipped out, muffled and pathetic.

“S-so warm… so wet—mmh— I’m losing my fucking mind,” he moaned, the words shaky and interrupted by soft, breathy sounds. Every shallow thrust made him whine quietly, his voice raw with desperation. “Been wanting this for s-so long—ahh, fuck— you’re squeezing me so good.”

His hips started moving in earnest now—slow, deep rolls that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside you. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and filthy. Jake couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his throat. Every thrust pulled a new whimper or moan from him.

He braced himself on his forearms, hovering over you so he could watch your face. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen and parted as he panted.

“Feels— hah— feels better than I imagined,” he whined, voice breaking on the last word. “Your pussy is— mmh— fucking perfect. So hot. So fucking tight around me— oh god—”

You arched beneath him, nails digging into his back as another wave of burning pleasure shot through you when he ground his hips in a slow circle, pressing even deeper. The head of his cock nudged against that spot inside you, making your toes curl.

Jake’s rhythm faltered, turning into desperate little thrusts as he buried his face in your neck again.

“I’m— ahh— I’m trying to go slow but you feel too good,” he moaned, the words stuttering out between shaky breaths. “W-wanna stay buried in you forever— fuck, I’m whining like a bitch but I c-can’t stop— hah— please—”

His hips snapped forward a little harder on the next thrust, pulling a sharp cry from you and a long, needy whimper from him. He was trembling, muscles tight, clearly fighting the urge to fuck you faster. Instead, he kept the pace torturously slow, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open again and again.

He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he continued those deep, grinding thrusts. Between kisses, he kept whimpering against your mouth.

“You’re— mmh— you’re dripping down my cock,” he whined, voice wrecked and desperate. “Can feel it— ahh— running down my balls. You’re so fucking wet for me— oh fuck—”

One of his hands slid down between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it in slow, slick circles, matching the rhythm of his hips. The added stimulation made your pussy clamp down harder around him, and Jake let out a high-pitched moan that bordered on a sob.

“F-fuck—! Don’t do that— I’m gonna— hah— I’m gonna lose it,” he whimpered, hips stuttering again as he fought to keep control. “Want to make you cum first— please— mmmh— cum on my cock while I’m stretching you like this.”

His thrusts stayed deep and deliberate, that constant burning stretch mixing with toe-curling pleasure every single time he bottomed out. Jake’s whimpers and moans grew louder, more broken, as he rubbed your clit faster, his own desperation leaking into every shaky breath and needy sound.

Jake’s hips rolled forward again in that same devastatingly slow rhythm, pushing every thick inch of his cock back into your soaked heat. The stretch was still there — that delicious, burning pull as your walls were forced to open around his girth. It wasn’t painful anymore, but the intensity made your toes curl and your breath catch every single time he bottomed out.

You moaned softly beneath him, fingers digging harder into the muscles of his back. “Jake… fuck— you’re so deep,” you whispered, voice trembling. Your pussy fluttered around him involuntarily, squeezing his length as another wave of slick heat dripped down between you.

He whimpered against your neck, the sound broken and needy. “Hah— oh god, y-you keep clenching like that and I— mmh— I’m not gonna last,” he whined, hips stuttering for a moment before he forced them back into that torturously slow grind. “Feels too good… your pussy is— ahh— sucking me in. So hot. So fucking wet.”

You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest as you rolled your hips up to meet him. The movement made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks shooting up your spine. A needy moan slipped from your lips, louder than you intended.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, one hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly against his skin. “I’ve wanted this for so long too… wanted to feel you stretching me open just like this.”

Jake’s whole body shuddered at your words. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes glassy and desperate, lips parted as soft pants and whimpers kept falling from him. “Y-yeah? You thought about me fucking you?” he moaned, voice cracking between words. “Thought about my cock buried inside you while you were lying in here alone?”

He punctuated the question with a slow, deep thrust, grinding his hips in a tight circle when he was fully seated. The pressure against your cervix made your eyes flutter shut, a burning fullness spreading through your lower belly.

“Yes— fuck— yes,” you gasped, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Every night. I’d touch myself thinking about you… mmh… hearing you through the wall and wishing you’d just come in here and take me.”

A high-pitched whine tore from Jake’s throat. His fingers on your clit stuttered for a second before resuming those slow, slick circles. “F-fuck… you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck again. His hips kept moving in those long, dragging strokes — pulling almost all the way out until just the fat head of his cock stretched your entrance, then sinking back in so slowly you felt every vein, every ridge.

The burning sensation flared again with every re-entry, that perfect mix of slight sting and overwhelming pleasure that had your head spinning. Your juices coated him completely, making the slide wetter, filthier. You could hear it — the soft, obscene squelch every time he pushed inside.

You reached down between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock where he was sliding in and out of you. Jake moaned sharply at the contact, hips jerking.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” you murmured, voice husky. Your fingers got slick instantly as you stroked what little of him wasn’t buried inside you. “All this is because of you, Jake.”

He let out a pathetic little whine, trembling above you. “S-stop— hah— you’re making me throb so much,” he moaned, voice breaking. “I can feel it… feel how tight you are every time I push in. It burns a little when I stretch you, doesn’t it? Tell me.”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip as another deep thrust made that exact burning stretch bloom again. “Yes— it burns so good. You’re so thick… I can feel you opening me up. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

Encouraged, Jake shifted his weight, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He whimpered loudly as he bottomed out again, the sound turning into a series of soft, desperate moans as he kept grinding.

“Oh my god— oh fuck— you’re taking me so well,” he whined, hips stuttering in shallow little thrusts while staying pressed deep. “I c-can’t believe this is real. Can’t believe I’m finally inside you— ahh— finally fucking the girl I’ve been obsessed with.”

You cupped his face, pulling him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues slid together slowly, matching the pace of his hips. Between kisses you kept whispering against his lips.

“Harder, Jake… I can take it. Want to feel you lose control a little.”

He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. “Trying to be gentle— mmh— don’t wanna hurt you. But fuck— you feel so good I just wanna— hah— bury myself and never leave.”

Still, he gave you what you asked for. His next thrust was a little harder, a little deeper. The slap of skin was soft but audible. That burning stretch returned stronger, making you cry out softly into his mouth. Pleasure and slight discomfort twisted together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began — it just felt overwhelming.

Jake’s fingers kept working your clit, faster now, slick and steady. Your pussy clamped down around him again and he let out a long, broken whimper.

“F-fuck— you’re getting tighter. Are you close? Please tell me you’re close— I need to feel you cum on me,” he whined, voice cracking with desperation. His hips kept that slow, deep pace, but his breathing was ragged, little moans and gasps falling against your ear with every thrust.

“I’m so close,” you moaned, rolling your hips up to meet him. “Just like that— right there— oh god, Jake—”

He kept the angle perfect, grinding against that spot inside you on every forward motion. The burning fullness mixed with the constant pressure on your clit had you shaking. Your thighs trembled around him. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your belly until it finally snapped.

You came hard, back arching off the bed as your pussy spasmed around his cock. A loud, shaky moan tore from your throat. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your vision blur at the edges. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him rhythmically, trying to pull him even deeper.

Jake’s eyes rolled back, a high-pitched whine escaping him as he felt you cum.

“Oh fuck— oh my god— you’re cumming— you’re cumming on my cock,” he moaned, voice wrecked and stuttering. “It feels— hah— feels so good. So tight— squeezing me so fucking hard— ahh— I can’t— I’m—”

He didn’t pull out. Instead he kept thrusting through your orgasm, slow and deep, whimpering and moaning with every squeeze of your pussy. His own hips started losing rhythm, becoming more desperate.

You were still riding the aftershocks when you felt him start to throb inside you. His cock twitched hard, the burning stretch intensifying as he swelled even more.

“Gonna— mmh— gonna cum,” he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. “Can I— inside? Please let me fill you up— I need it— hah— please—”

“Yes,” you gasped, still trembling, legs locked around him. “Cum inside me, Jake. Fill me.”

That was all it took.

Jake let out a long, broken moan that turned into a series of pathetic whimpers as he came. His hips jerked erratically, pressing as deep as he could while thick ropes of cum spilled inside you. You could feel every pulse, every hot spurt painting your walls. The sensation was overwhelming — warmth spreading deep inside, mixing with your own wetness, some of it already leaking out around his cock.

He kept moving through it, slow, shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, whimpering softly with every twitch of his cock. “F-fuck… so much… can’t stop cumming,” he moaned, voice hoarse.

When he finally stilled, he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard. His cock was still buried deep, softening only slightly. You could feel his cum leaking slowly out of you, warm and messy.

For a long minute, the only sounds were your shared heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed as you both shifted.

Then Jake lifted his head, eyes soft and hazy as he looked at you. “That was… I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” he whispered, voice still shaky. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

You smiled, running your fingers through his messy hair. “I’m perfect. The stretch burned a little but it felt so good.” You clenched around him on purpose, making him whimper again. “Still feel you inside me… all that cum.”

Jake groaned — no, whined — burying his face in your neck once more. “You’re gonna get me hard again saying stuff like that.”

You laughed softly, rolling your hips experimentally. His cock twitched inside you, already starting to thicken again.

“Good,” you murmured, kissing the side of his head. “Because I wasn’t kidding earlier. We have months of lost time to make up for.”

Jake lifted himself on his elbows, looking down at you with that same desperate, hungry expression. His hips gave a slow, testing roll, pushing his half-hard cock deeper into your cum-filled pussy.

“Round two already?” he whimpered, voice cracking with fresh arousal. “You’re really gonna let me keep fucking you tonight?”

You pulled him down into another deep kiss, moaning softly when he started moving again — still slow, still savoring every inch.

“I want you to fuck me until neither of us can move,” you whispered against his lips.

Jake’s answer was a needy little moan as he sank back into that slow, deep rhythm, the wet sounds of his cum being pushed in and out of you filling the room once more.

The night was far from over.

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݁꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ 요약 - Jake accidentally eats aphrodisiac chocolate while on a trip with his girlfriend.

warnings .ᐟ - smut, sub!jake, foot humping, puppy jake, failed pulling out ( don’t fckn do that ), cum in pants, degradation + praise, overall desperate jake, under the influence of libido enhancers, a little fluff at the end :3

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The cabin was a cozy place tucked away in the mountains outside Kyoto, the kind of hidden spot only rich pricks could manage to book without getting mobbed.

You and Jake had snuck away for three secret days together. No schedules, no cameras, no managers breathing down your necks. Just the two of you pretending to be regular citizens on a cute little trip while the usual mess of meetings and PR stunts awaited patiently - or not - back in Seoul.

You’d been dating in secret for almost eight months now, a challenge that proved how dedicated you both were to this whole thing, and to your respective careers. The stakes were oh- so incredibly high, promising a downfall and death threats if any of you both were caught together, and the additional funeral trucks in front of your companies, but you managed, dancing around the lines of a beautiful relationship.

Everything with Jake was beautiful, from the moment he’d wake up with a huge smile like he just had been programmed to be happy all the time, to the slow paced fucking that took place almost every night before bed. One thing about you and Jake - you fucked like rabbits, for a lack of a better analogy. On regular days, you’d often sneak out for a quickie in the bathrooms, after receiving one of his needy texts about how hard he was during work hours, you’d go home at night and fuck sleepily on the bed before exhaustion took over, but on break days? It was all day long constant groping, Jake’s hands would unabashedly find yours, leaning to ask in the crook of your neck if he could touch you. You’d always say yes, because his touch was the reward of a long week.

The cabin smelled like pine and the faint vanilla scent of the candle you’d lit earlier, far enough from any tourist trails that you and Jake could finally breathe.

You were both sprawled on the big couch in oversized hoodies, a fluffy blanket thrown over your legs. Some random action movie played on the TV, but neither of you was really watching anymore.

Jake kept stealing pieces of chocolate from the fancy box on the coffee table, popping them into his mouth with happy little sounds, one hand holding your legs on his lap.

“These are good,” he mumbled around a piece, eyes half-closed in bliss. “Like… stupidly fucking good. I’m gonna finish the whole box if you don’t stop me.”

You laughed and reached for another piece yourself. “I’ve never had anything like that. They just taste so… particular , i love it.”

The chocolate was rich and smooth, melting on your tongue with a slight spicy aftertaste you couldn’t quite place, maybe a hint of peppermint, anyway you couldn’t read japanese for the life of you, to confirm that.

You picked up the elegant black box and started spinning it lazily between your fingers while you chewed. It was pretty simple, the packaging not overdone but also very much all in japanese. For all you knew it could’ve been written “dog treats.”

That’s when your eyes caught the small gold tag on the side you hadn’t noticed before and the box caught a halt in your grip.

“…Jake.”

“Hmm?” He leaned over, resting his chin on your shoulder, still chewing.

You turned the box toward him and pointed at the elegant lettering. “Did you read this before buying it?”

He blinked. “I thought it was just fancy Japanese packaging. It looked expensive and pretty, so i got it. And last time i checked i still don’t speak japanese babe…”

You let out a bright laugh, covering your mouth. “Jakey. It literally says ‘Aphrodisiac Dark Chocolate – Limited Edition.’ In English. Right here.” You were trying to conceal the growing worry in your mind, “and you know there’s this thing called google translate right?”

Jake’s eyes widened, he snatched the box from your hands and stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. “No fucking way. You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” You were giggling now, unable to stop. “You absolute idiot. You should’ve asked Riki to translate for you before buying mystery chocolate a sketchy little shop.”

Jake’s ears turned bright red. He looked between you and the box with pure panic and amusement fighting on his face.

“I thought it was just… normal fancy chocolate. Who even sells aphrodisiac chocolate like it’s regular dessert? These japanese people are so freaked out.” He groaned dramatically and flopped back against the couch, covering his face with both hands. “Great. Now I’ve drugged both of us. This is how we die. Dispatch is gonna write the wildest article, oh my fuck...”

You were still laughing, poking his side. “You ate like six pieces already. How are we feeling, Mr. I-Don’t-Need-To-Read-The-Label?”

“I don’t know… i’m fine i guess? But you shouldn’t have let me eat them…” he nuzzled his face in your neck like a shameful puppy.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “So now it’s my fault? You’re the one who ate half the box like a vacuum cleaner.”

Jake peeked at you, clearly embarrassed but amused. “Okay, but… I don’t feel anything weird yet. Maybe it’s just a scam. Probably placebo or something.”

You shrugged and set the box down. “Guess we’ll find out.”

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And you did find out.

About twenty minutes later, the movie was still playing, but Jake had grown quiet.

He shifted closer to you on the couch, his body heat noticeably higher than normal, almost feverish. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight, almost desperate hug. His chest felt burning hot against yours as he buried his face deep into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin like he was trying to drown himself in your scent.

“You smell really nice…” he mumbled against your neck, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “Really, really nice…”

You smiled softly and threaded your fingers through his soft dark hair, gently scratching his scalp the way he liked. But as the seconds passed, you started to notice how tightly he was holding you, almost too tight, like he was afraid you’d suddenly want to leave. His hands slowly wandered downward, sliding over your hips before settling on your thighs. He squeezed the soft flesh gently at first, almost absentmindedly, but soon his fingers began stroking higher, tracing the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts. He just couldn’t seem to stop touching you, his palms warm and slightly shaky.

“Jake?” you asked softly, a hint of concern in your voice.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled you even closer with a quiet, needy sound, maneuvering you until you were half on his lap, your side pressed firmly against his chest.

That’s when you felt it, the very obvious, rock-hard bulge straining against his sweatpants, pressing insistently against your thigh.

Your eyes widened slightly.

Jake let out a shaky, ragged breath, still hiding his flushed face in your neck. His hips twitched once, almost involuntarily, grinding his throbbing erection slowly against your leg. You could feel the intense heat of him even through the fabric, the way his cock pulsed and throbbed painfully with every heartbeat.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice strained and breathless. “Baby, I… I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

The aphrodisiac chocolate was clearly hitting him hard now, it came all of a sudden, without any explanation, his body felt scorching hot, his breathing uneven and heavy. He was so painfully aroused that it hurt, his cock was achingly stiff, leaking into his boxers, begging for relief. His mind was a complete mess; he couldn’t think straight. Every thought was clouded with raw, overwhelming lust and the desperate need to be close to you, to touch you, to feel you, like his brain had be rewired by the chemicals. The intense heat spreading through his veins made it almost impossible to stay still.

Jake’s arms tightened around you again, fingers digging into your thighs as another helpless roll of his hips pressed his throbbing length harder against you. A soft, embarrassed whimper escaped him, muffled against your skin.

“I’m so fucking hard it hurts…” he confessed in a broken whisper, voice shaky with need. “The chocolate… I think it’s really working. I can’t think about anything else... it hurts..”

He pressed another kiss to your neck, then looked up at you with glossy, needy eyes, like he was seconds away from begging, like your approval only would make him combust.

“I feel like I’m burning up,” he whispered, hips rolling against your thigh again, slower this time. “Can we- ah fuck… please. I’ll be good… I just really need you right now.”

Jake’s breathing had grown heavier against your neck, hot and uneven, each exhale coming out in shaky, desperate puffs that burned against your skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly, like he’d just run a marathon but he kept you pulled impossibly tight against him, strong arms locked around your waist.

“Ah… see? My poor baby, so needy…” you cooed, stroking his cheek gently, your tone slightly degrading to his ears.

His hands just wouldn’t stop moving, restless and greedy. They slid slowly up and down your bare thighs, fingers trembling slightly as they squeezed the soft flesh. At first the touches were gentle, almost reverent, but they quickly grew firmer, more desperate, like he needed something infinitely different, his palms scorching hot, the heat radiating from his body almost unnatural.

“Baby…” he whispered, his voice cracking pitifully against your skin.

“It’s getting worse,” he whimpered, sounding pained. “I feel like- like my whole body is on fire… I can’t think straight.”

The aphrodisiac had clearly taken full control, his mind foggy, overwhelmed by a relentless, throbbing need that refused to fade. Every nerve in his body felt electrified, hypersensitive, and centered entirely on you. His cock was achingly hard, painfully so, straining violently against the fabric of his sweatpants. The constant, heavy pulsing made his hips twitch uncontrollably.

You could feel every detail of it pressed against your thigh: the intense heat, the thick, rigid shape of his erection, and the way it throbbed rhythmically, almost in time with his racing heartbeat. He was leaking steadily, a small wet patch already forming on the front of his pants.

He rolled his hips once more , grinding his painfully swollen cock against your thigh with a soft, embarrassed whimper that bordered on a whine. The friction made him shudder violently.

You turned your head slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to his flushed cheek, feeling the burning heat of his skin against your lips. “How bad is it my sweet boy?”

Jake let out a broken, shaky breath and hid his face deeper into your shoulder, clearly mortified but too aroused to stop himself. His voice had completely melted into that soft, needy, puppy-like tone you knew so well.

“Really bad…” he admitted, almost whining. “It hurts, baby. I’m so fucking hard it’s actually painful. The chocolate… fuck, I think it’s like fucking Viagra or something…”

He swallowed hard, his throat clicking, before continuing in a desperate, breathy ramble:

“i’m so sensitive… every time it twitches it hurts. I keep leaking and- and i can’t stop thinking about you. I feel like I’m losing my mind...”

His arms tightened around you again as another helpless roll of his hips pressed his throbbing length harder against your thigh. A quiet, needy sound escaped him, half moan, half whimper.

“I need you so badly it hurts…”

With a shaky, embarrassed whimper, Jake pulled your bare foot into his lap and pressed it firmly against his throbbing cock.

“P-please…” he begged, voice cracking. “I need it… I need this so badly, baby.”

The moment your foot touched him, he let out a broken moan and started humping against it like a desperate, horny puppy. His hips rolled in frantic, messy thrusts, grinding his painfully hard cock along the sole of your foot. The wet patch on his sweatpants grew bigger with every needy movement.

“Oh god- ’m so sorry,” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut in shame even as his hips kept moving. “- it hurts so much. My cock won’t stop throbbing and I— I can’t make it go away.”

He looked so pretty like this, cheeks burning, lips parted, desperately rutting against your foot while soft, needy sounds spilled from his mouth.

You reached down and gently stroked his hair, voice soft but teasing. “Look at you… humping my foot like a needy little puppy. Is the chocolate making you this desperate?”

Jake let out a high-pitched whine at your words, hips stuttering harder against your foot.

“Yes- yes, I’m so desperate,” he sobbed out, voice trembling. “I’m so hard it hurts… please don’t stop. Please let me keep going. I’ll be good, I swear. I just need to cum so bad…”

His thrusts grew faster, more frantic, pressing his leaking cock against the arch of your foot. You could feel how violently he was throbbing, how soaked his sweatpants had become from how much he was leaking.

“Such a pathetic boy,” you murmured lovingly, still gently playing with his hair. “Humping my foot because you can’t control yourself. My sweet, needy Jake…”

He moaned loudly at your gentle degradation, hips jerking uncontrollably. Tears of overwhelming pleasure and embarrassment pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“I know… I’m so pathetic right now,” he cried, voice breaking as he kept grinding desperately against your foot. “But I can’t stop— it feels too good. Your foot is so warm and soft and— fuck— I’m gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that.”

He looked up at you with wet, pleading puppy eyes, completely broken and submissive.

“Please… please keep calling me that,” he begged shamelessly, still rutting against your foot like he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me what a desperate, horny mess I am. I need it… Please, baby… I’ll do anything. Just don’t make me stop.”

His breathing was ragged, body trembling as he chased his pleasure with pure desperation, completely at your mercy.

You stroked his hair gently, voice soft and teasing. “That’s it, baby. Look at you… rutting against my foot so desperately. Such a needy, horny boy. You can’t even wait, can you?”

Jake let out a loud, embarrassed sob at your words, his hips stuttering harder against the sole of your foot. His cock was throbbing violently, leaking nonstop through his soaked sweatpants.

“I can’t… I can’t stop— I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried, voice shaking. “Please don’t stop talking to me like that… tell me what a desperate puppy I am. Please— am so close”

“You’re my desperate little pup tonight, aren’t you?” you cooed lovingly, still gently petting his hair. “Humping my foot because your cock is too needy to behave. Go on then, puppy. Cum for me.”

That was all it took.

Jake’s whole body tensed up as his orgasm crashed into him. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from his throat as thick ropes of cum began pulsing out of him, soaking through his sweatpants and smearing against your foot with every desperate thrust.

“Oh fuck-! Baby- I’m cumming… I’m cumming so much-” he sobbed, hips jerking uncontrollably against your foot. His orgasm seemed to drag on and on, wave after wave of intense pleasure ripping through him. His cock kept twitching and spurting, making a warm, messy puddle that spread across the fabric and onto your skin.

He looked completely ruined- mouth open, eyes half-lidded and teary, body shaking as he kept grinding through the long, drawn-out climax.

“It won’t stop… it keeps coming,” he whimpered pathetically, still rutting weakly against your foot even as his orgasm continued. “I’m making such a mess… I’m so sorry- but it feels so good… thank you… thank you…”

You kept your voice gentle but teasing, “That’s my good boy. Making such a big mess just from humping my foot. So pathetic and pretty for me.”

Jake let out another broken cry at your praise, another strong spurt of cum shooting out as fresh tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. His hips gave a few more weak, twitchy thrusts, milking every last drop as the orgasm slowly began to fade, leaving him panting and whimpering.

Even after the main waves passed, his cock continued to twitch and leak weakly against your foot. Jake collapsed forward, burying his burning face into your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around your leg as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered hoarsely, voice hoarse and small. “I made such a mess… I came so much. I couldn’t control it. I was so pathetic…”

He nuzzled against you shyly, still trembling from the aftershocks, pressing soft, apologetic kisses to your thigh.

“Did I… did I do okay?” he asked quietly, voice full of needy vulnerability. “Even though I humped your foot like a desperate dog?”

“Yes you did, c’mere my sweet boy.” You stroked his cheek, planting a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “You did so good. Proud of you.”

Even after that long, messy orgasm, Jake was still painfully hard. His cock continued to twitch and throb, his breathing was ragged as he nuzzled his flushed, tear-streaked face against your thigh, but the desperate hunger in his eyes hadn’t faded at all.

He looked up at you with those big, glassy puppy eyes, voice hoarse and trembling.

“Baby…” he whimpered, sounding so small and needy. “I’m still so hard… It didn’t help. The chocolate made me so horny I can’t stop.”

He pressed a wet, desperate kiss to your thigh, then slowly crawled up your body, arms shaking as he hovered over you. His cock was still rock hard, straining obscenely against his ruined sweatpants, the front completely drenched in his own cum.

“I made such a mess… but I still need you,” he begged, voice cracking. “Please… please let me make you feel good. I want to be inside you so badly. I need to feel your tight, warm pussy around my cock. I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

He buried his face in your neck, hips unconsciously grinding his still-leaking cock against your leg as he pleaded.

“I’ll go slow if you want… or you- you can use me however you like,” he whined, sounding completely broken. “Just please let me fuck you. I want to make you cum on my cock. I need to feel you squeezing me so bad it hurts…”

You gently grabbed his chin and tilted his face up. His eyes were wet and pleading.

“Look at you,” you murmured softly, stroking his cheek. “You just came all over my foot like a desperate little puppy, and you’re still this needy? Still begging to put your messy cock inside me?”

Jake let out a pathetic whimper at your words, hips twitching hard against you.

“Yes… I’m still so needy,” he admitted shamelessly, voice shaking. “I’m such a greedy boy… Even after cumming so much, I still want more. Please use my cock to feel good, baby. Please lemme be a good boy for you.”

He leaned down and kissed your neck desperately, then looked up at you again with pure submission in his eyes.

“I’ll be your good toy tonight,” he whispered, voice trembling with desperation. “Just please… let me put it in. I’ll go as deep as you want. I’ll fuck you so good, I swear. I just need to be inside you… please, please, please—”

His cock twitched violently between you, clearly still aching and oversensitive, yet he couldn’t stop begging, completely lost in his subby, horny headspace.

You nodded, and Jake practically melted in relief.

He carried you to the bedroom, legs a little unsteady. The second the door clicked shut he had his hands on you, kissing you deep and messy, tongue sliding against yours with pure desperation. His hands roamed everywhere — under your hoodie, squeezing your breasts, then sliding down to grab your ass. He laid you down on the soft bed and crawled over you, his hands shaking as he pulled your hoodie off, then his own, revealing his flushed chest and the obvious wet spot on the front of his gray sweatpants.

“I’m losing my mind,” he muttered between kisses. “I’ve never- fuck… been this horny in my life. I feel like I’m gonna explode. What the fuck do they put in these chocolates? ”

He grinded his clothed cock against your core, slow and needy, whimpering every time you moved with him.

“Jake,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “condom baby.”

He looked down at you with those big, glossy puppy eyes, completely gone.

“can i put it in?” he breathed, voice trembling with need, “just a little? I’ll be careful. I’ll pull out. I swear.”

He was so desperate it was adorable and hot at the same time, like a little puppy waiting for a treat he so really needed.

You tugged his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring free. He was rock hard, flushed dark red, and leaking so much that the tip was shiny and dripping with his precum and previous release. Jake whimpered when the cool air hit him.

“Can I…?” he begged, eyes glassy. “Just the tip…”

You nodded, and that was all the permission he needed.

Jake pushed your shorts and panties to the side and slowly pressed inside, wasting no time with pleasantries. The moment his thick head slipped into your heat, he moaned loudly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. The pressure was delicious, his cock stretching you in all the right places.

“Oh fuck… oh my god,” he gasped, voice breaking. “You’re so warm… so tight. It feels too good.”

He slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried halfway. His whole body was trembling as he fought the urge to thrust all the way in. He started moving in shallow, desperate strokes, whimpering every time he pushed inside, your tight walls gripping him.

“I’m trying to be good,” Jake panted, his voice high and shaky, almost cracking with every breath. “I promise I’ll pull out… I really will. I just- I need this so bad.”

His hips rolled slowly at first, burying his thick cock halfway inside your tight heat with trembling restraint. Even though the aphrodisiac was burning through his veins like liquid fire, he was still trying so hard to stay in control and to be your good boy, your best boy. His forehead pressed against yours, sweat already dripping down his temples as he fought the overwhelming urge to slam into you.

But the longer he moved, the more his resolve crumbled.

His thrusts gradually grew faster, deeper, sloppier. Each stroke became less calculated, more desperate. The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with his broken whimpers and heavy breathing. Sweat slid down his neck and chest, his silver dog-tag style necklace bouncing lightly against his skin with every thrust.

“Feels so good… you feel so fucking good,” he babbled, completely incoherent, eyes glazed over with lust. “So warm… so tight— fuck, I can’t think. I can’t stop… I don’t wanna stop. Please don’t make me stop, baby. Please—”

His voice cracked into a needy whine as you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. The new angle made him moan loudly, the sound muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god—” he sobbed, hips stuttering. “You’re pulling me in deeper… I can feel everything.”

His thrusts turned frantic and messy, losing all rhythm. He was driving into you with pure desperation now, chasing the tight, wet heat of your pussy like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Every deep stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making your toes curl and moans spill out of your mouth, which he swallowed with kisses.

Jake’s hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you harder, his heavy balls slapping against you with every desperate snap of his hips.

“Baby… I’m getting close already,” he warned, voice breaking pitifully. “Please…please.”

But even as the words left his mouth, his body betrayed him. His hips kept slamming forward, grinding deep and hard, refusing to pull back. His cock throbbed violently inside you, swelling even more as his orgasm crept dangerously close.

“I’m sorry— I’m so sorry,” he whimpered against your neck, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at his eyes. “It feels too good inside you… I can’t stop. My cock doesn’t want to leave. Please… please let me stay just a little longer. I’ll be good, I swear. Just don’t make me pull out yet—”

His pace became erratic, almost animalistic. He was panting like a dog in heat, moaning and whining with every thrust, completely lost in the feeling of being buried inside you. His sweaty chest pressed flush against yours as he chased his pleasure with shameless desperation.

“I need you… I need to cum inside— n-no, wait, I can’t— fuck, I don’t know anymore,” he cried incoherently, voice muffled against your skin. “You feel too perfect… I’m losing my mind…”

You cupped his tear-stained cheek gently, voice soft and breathless.

“Jake… it’s okay, puppy. Just feel me.”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from how overwhelming it felt. “I can’t— I can’t pull out. It feels too good inside you. Please let me stay. Please, please—”

Jake tried -he really tried- to be good like he promised.

With a broken sob, he attempted to pull out, muscles straining as he slowly dragged his throbbing cock backward. But the moment he tried, your walls clenched tightly around him, almost suctioning him back in. The tight, wet grip was so intense that his hips jerked forward involuntarily, burying him even deeper inside you.

“Ah- Fuck-” he gasped sharply, eyes rolling back for a second. “Baby, you’re too tight… it’s sucking me back in. I can’t- I can’t pull out properly. Every time I try, your pussy just pulls me deeper…”

He let out a devastated, needy whine, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as another wave of overwhelming pleasure hit him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he whimpered pathetically, voice cracking. “I can’t pull out. It feels too good inside you. Please let me stay. Please, please- ”

Jake completely broke.

He came hard, burying himself as deep as he could go. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooded inside you as he shook violently, moaning your name over and over like a broken record. He kept grinding through it, hips twitching uncontrollably as he emptied himself completely, making a complete mess between your legs.

“Oh my god- I’m cumming… I’m cumming…” he sobbed pathetically, voice high and broken. “I couldn’t pull out… it wouldn’t let me… I’m sorry— I’m so sorry—”

He kept thrusting weakly through the long, intense waves, whimpering and moaning with every heavy spurt. His cock pulsed endlessly, filling you with warm, messy cum as tears slipped down his flushed cheeks.

You stroked his hair tenderly while he fell apart. “That’s it, baby… let it all out. Good boy.”

The feeling of him losing control so completely -the way he cried and shook while helplessly filling you- pushed you right over the edge.

Your own orgasm crashed into you without warning.

A sharp gasp tore from your throat as intense pleasure exploded through your body. Your walls clenched hard around his throbbing cock, milking him even more as waves of ecstasy rolled through you. Your thighs trembled around his waist, back arching off the bed as you came hard.

“Fuck- Jake…” you moaned, fingers digging into his back. Your pussy fluttered and pulsed around him, the sensation so strong it made your vision blur for a moment. Warmth flooded through your entire body as the orgasm kept going, drawn out by the feeling of his cock still twitching and spilling inside you.

He lifted his head to look at you with those big, watery puppy eyes, cheeks flushed deep red.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly, still buried inside you, cock twitching with the last drops of his release. “I know I promised… but I couldn’t stop. I needed to cum inside you so bad.”

He pressed a shy, sweet kiss to your lips, still panting. And you shook your head, cupping his face.

“No i’m not my love.”

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and Jake’s soft, shaky whimpers against your neck. He stayed buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last weak aftershocks, even though he had already cum so much.

Slowly, Jake lifted his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, glassy, and full of that hazy, lovestruck guilt. His dark hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead. He looked completely wrecked.

“I… I really didn’t pull out,” he whispered, voice hoarse and small. “I’m sorry, baby. I tried… but you felt too good. When you came, you squeezed me so tight I just couldn’t stop.”

“Shhh… it’s okay pup’” you kissed his temple.

He stayed pressed against you for a few more seconds, savoring the warmth, before he slowly pulled out with a wet, obscene sound. A thick trail of his cum immediately began to leak from your pussy. The sight made his breath hitch.

Jake sat back on his heels between your spread legs, eyes locked between your thighs with dark fascination. His cock - still half-hard and glistening- twitched visibly at the view.

“Fuck…” he breathed, almost in awe. “Look at that… that’s all me.”

He gently gripped your thighs and spread them a little wider, staring intently as more of his thick, pearly cum slowly dripped out of your used hole, sliding down toward the sheets. His cheeks were flushed deep red, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Can I… can I just watch for a little bit?” he asked shyly, voice soft and needy. “I want to see it leaking out of you. I made such a big mess inside my pretty girl… I want to see how much I filled you up.”

He bit his lip, looking up at you with those big, guilty puppy eyes while one of his hands gently stroked your inner thigh.

“It’s so much…” he murmured, almost to himself. “It keeps coming out. Every time your pussy twitches, more of my cum spills. Gosh… that’s so hot…”

He leaned in closer, still watching with rapt attention as another slow trickle of his release dripped from you. His fingers hovered near your entrance, not touching, just admiring.

Jake looked up at you again, cheeks burning, voice dropping into a needy whisper.

“You’re so pretty. The prettiest.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle, almost reverent kiss just above your clit, eyes still glued to the messy sight between your legs, completely mesmerized and still softly panting.

Jake stayed between your legs for a long time, gently stroking your thighs as he watched the last traces of his cum slowly drip out of you. Eventually, his eyes softened, the intense lust fading into something warmer and more vulnerable.

He crawled back up your body and collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His bare chest was still warm and slightly damp with sweat as he tucked you against him, wrapping you up completely in his embrace.

“I’m such an idiot,” he whispered with a tired, self-deprecating laugh. “One box of ffancy chocolate and I turn into a desperate, horny mess who can’t even keep a promise.”

You chuckled softly and nuzzled into his neck. Jake pressed a long, gentle kiss to the top of your head, then another to your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips- slow and full of affection.

“I really did try to pull out,” he mumbled against your mouth, sounding guilty again for the nth time. “But the second you came and squeezed me like that… I just lost it. I’m sorry I filled you up so much.”

You ran your fingers through his messy hair. “I didn’t mind, Jake.”

He let out a shy little sound and hid his face in your neck, cheeks burning all over again.

After a few quiet minutes of cuddling, he spoke again, voice softer this time.

“I missed this so much. Not just the sex… but holding you. Being close to you like this. These secret trips are nice, but sometimes I wish we didn’t have to hide. I wish I could take you home and wake up next to you every day.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, hisbrown eyes full of love and a little sadness and he leaned in and kissed you deeply, slow and sweet, pouring all his remaining energy into it.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“By the way…” he murmured, voice dropping playfully, “if we end up with a surprise baby nine months from now because of that chocolate… I’m blaming Riki for not translating the label.”

You both laughed softly in the quiet cabin, the sound warm and intimate.

Jake pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tighter, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

“For the rest of this trip,” he whispered, already sounding sleepy, “I’m not letting you leave this bed much. We only have two more days before we have to go back… so I’m gonna love you as much as I can while I still can.”

He kissed your forehead one last time, voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you. More than anything.”

Wrapped safely in his arms, listening to the soft crackling of the fireplace in the living roomd, you closed your eyes with a content smile.

“And i love you, my sweet boy.”

For now, in this hidden cabin in Japan, the rest of the world didn’t exist.

It was just you and Jake- messy, desperate, perfectly in love.