synopsis✧˖° when you bring home buddy, a blonde mini dachshund with more opinions than sense, you expect your life to revolve around early mornings and chewed shoes. what you don't expect is for your best friend's coworker jake to fall in love with your difficult dog at first sight, or for buddy to fall right back. between saturday mornings at the dog park, texts about every dog he sees on the street, and a heart so warm it could melt butter, jake worms his way into your life one patient smile at a time. now if only you could figure out whether he's flirting or just being nice, and whether your emotionally constipated dog will ever let you hold him again.
contains✧˖° friends to lovers ; slow burn ; mutual pining ; yearning ; fluff ; detailed kissing scene (not smut) ; mentions of difficult dog behavior ; layla mentioned ; wc: 7.3k
notes✧˖° A BREAK FROM THE ANGST!!! so this is actually based off of my dog, buddy! hes in the first pic :(( HES SO BABYYYY. ive been wanting to do something like this for weeks so i finally put my mind to it and finished ts! please, if you like what you see here and want to see something specific, send an ask. i hope you enjoy!!
you're sitting in the passenger seat of chloe's car and you're trying not to cry but it's not going well.
"don't cry," chloe says, glancing over at you with a grin. "you're going to scare the puppies."
"i'm not going to cry," you lie, wiping your eyes already.
you look down at your phone, at the picture the breeder sent you three days ago. a tiny blonde mini dachshund, eight weeks old, ears too big for his head, looking at the camera with an expression that could only be described as judgmental.
you'd fallen in love instantly. you'd sent the deposit before you could talk yourself out of it. you'd named him buddy in your head before you'd even filled out the application, before you even knew if you'd get approved, before you even knew if he was still available.
"what if he doesn't like me?" you ask, the anxiety hitting you suddenly. "what if i pick him up and he's like, no, actually, i want someone else?"
"then he's an idiot with bad taste," chloe says, "and we'll find you a better dog."
"there is no better dog," you say, clutching your phone. "he's buddy. he's the one. i know he's the one."
"you've seen one picture."
"one perfect picture."
chloe laughs, but she's slowing down now, turning onto a residential street lined with trees. the gps says you're two minutes away. your heart is hammering against your ribs. you feel like you're about to meet a celebrity. you feel like you're about to change your entire life.
"there," chloe says, pointing.
the house is cute. yellow with white trim, a fenced yard, a sign that says "happy tails dachshunds" in cheerful lettering. there are flowers in the window boxes. it looks like a house where good things happen.
chloe parks and turns to you. "ready?"
"no," you admit. "yes. no. yes. let's go before i change my mind."
the breeder is a woman named marjorie, round and soft with gray hair and a smile that makes you think of grandmothers in storybooks. she leads you through the house to a sunroom at the back, and there they are. five tiny blonde puppies tumbling over each other in a playpen, yipping and wrestling and being alive in that perfect puppy way.
but you see him immediately.
he's in the corner, separate from the chaos, staring at a toy like he's trying to figure out if it's worth his time. his ears are ridiculous. his paws are too big. he looks like he's already tired of everyone's nonsense.
"that's him," you breathe. "that's buddy."
"the one in the corner?" marjorie asks. "that's the little male. he's got personality, that one. bit the vet tech yesterday. nothing serious, just a warning."
"he's perfect," you say, and you're already kneeling, already reaching through the bars of the playpen.
the puppy looks at you. really looks at you. his eyes are dark and considering. he takes you in, head to toe, and you feel judged. you feel seen. you feel like you're being evaluated for a position you really want.
then he walks over. slowly, like he's doing you a favor. he sniffs your hand. he sniffs your sleeve. he looks up at your face again.
and he licks your nose.
"oh," you say, and then you're crying. full on, ugly crying, tears streaming down your face while this tiny creature climbs into your lap and settles down like he owns you.
"he's yours if you want him," marjorie says gently.
"i want him," you sob. "i want him so much."
chloe is taking pictures. you can hear her laughing, soft and fond. "look at you," she says. "you're a mom."
"i'm a mom," you repeat, looking down at the warm weight in your lap.
the puppy, your puppy, buddy, sighs and closes his eyes. he's asleep in thirty seconds, snoring slightly, completely at peace.
you're in love. you're so in love it hurts.
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the drive home is magical and terrible.
chloe drives while you hold buddy in a blanket in your lap. he's awake now, exploring, biting your fingers, trying to climb your chest to see out the window. he pees on the blanket. he tries to eat your hair. he barks at a stop sign.
"he's got opinions," chloe observes.
"he's got so many opinions," you agree, delighted by every single one.
you text your mom. you text your sister. you post a picture that gets three hundred likes in ten minutes. you don't care about any of it because you're too busy watching this tiny creature discover the world from the safety of your lap.
when chloe pulls up to your apartment, you realize you don't want to move. you want to stay in this moment forever, the first day, the beginning.
"you good?" chloe asks.
"i'm perfect," you say. "we're perfect. look at us."
she looks at you, at the puppy currently trying to chew your shirt button, and she smiles. "yeah," she says. "look at you."
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the first three weeks are a blur of puppy pads and lost sleep and finding teeth marks on things you thought were out of reach.
buddy grows into his ears, sort of. he develops a personality that could best be described as selectively chaotic. he loves you with his whole heart. he once spent forty minutes barking at a balloon because it moved wrong.
you love him more than you've ever loved anything.
you cry when he does something cute. you cry when he does something frustrating. you cry when you look at him for too long because he's just so perfect and he's yours.
chloe visits constantly.
she brings toys, treats, advice you didn't ask for. she takes pictures of buddy constantly, fills her phone with them, shows them to everyone she knows.
which is how you end up where you are now, six weeks after bringing buddy home, sitting on chloe's couch while she scrolls through her phone and you try to keep buddy from eating her throw pillows. you're emotional and tired and so happy it almost hurts.
"by the way," chloe says, not looking up from her phone, "my friend jake wants to meet buddy."
you look up from where you're wrestling with your dog. "what?"
"my coworker jake," she says, like this is casual information. "i showed him pictures of buddy last week at lunch and he wouldn't stop asking about him. he loves dogs. he wants to meet him."
"why are you showing people my dog?" you ask, but there's no real bite in it. you're used to this.
chloe has been your best friend since college and her love language is showing people pictures of things she cares about. usually it's you. now it's buddy.
"i work with him," chloe says, shrugging.
"we were just talking. he saw my lock screen, which is buddy, obviously, and he asked about him. and then i showed him more pictures, because look at him, and now he's obsessed. he said, and i quote, 'that dog looks like he has opinions and i need to hear them.'"
you snort, pulling buddy into your lap. he immediately tries to bite your necklace. "so now your coworker wants to meet my dog?"
"he's not just any coworker," chloe says.
"he's great. he's got such warm energy, always smiling, probably cries during commercials with dogs in them. genuinely the nicest person. he has a border collie named layla, but she lives with his parents. he wants to meet buddy. we could go to the dog park this weekend. it'll be fun."
you think about it. you don't know jake. you know chloe works with a lot of people, marketing types who wear nice shirts and talk about engagement rates. but the idea of someone wanting to meet your dog specifically, not just tolerating him as an extension of you, is kind of nice.
also, buddy needs socialization. according to the internet. according to the vet. according to the passive aggressive notes your neighbor keeps leaving about "excessive vocalization."
"fine," you say. "but if he doesn't like jake, we're leaving immediately."
"he'll like jake," chloe says confidently. "everyone likes jake."
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the thing about buddy is that he is not a people pleaser.
you've had him for six weeks now and you've learned this well. he likes who he likes and he makes it very clear who he doesn't.
the list of people he likes includes: you, chloe, the old lady who lives next door and gives him cheese, and the barista at the coffee shop who once dropped a piece of bacon near his stroller.
the list of people he doesn't like includes: the mailman, anyone who wears hats, anyone who moves too fast, anyone who moves too slow, and approximately seventy percent of the dogs at your local park.
you've been trying to socialize him. you really have. but buddy's idea of socialization is sitting on your lap and judging people from a distance while growling softly at anyone who makes eye contact.
"he's just protective," you tell yourself. "he's a guard dog in a very small body."
he is currently sitting in his carrier in the passenger seat of your car, looking out the window with an expression that says he knows exactly where you're going and he has several complaints prepared.
"we're meeting chloe's friend," you tell him. "apparently he really wants to meet you. he has a border collie named layla who lives with his parents, so he knows dogs. so please don't bark at him. please. for my sanity."
buddy looks at you. he doesn't blink.
"also, if you could not bark at any other dogs today, that would be great. or any people. or any birds. actually, just don't bark."
he barks. once. short and sharp. it sounds like "no."
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the dog park is already busy when you get there, which is your first mistake. your second mistake is letting buddy out of the carrier before you've fully assessed the situation.
he immediately starts barking at a golden retriever who is, admittedly, three times his size and standing very close to his personal space.
"buddy," you hiss, scooping him up. "we talked about this."
the golden retriever's owner gives you a look. you want to die.
"hi!" a voice calls out, and you turn to see chloe jogging toward you, waving her arms. she's wearing a bright yellow sundress and sunglasses and she looks like she's in a commercial for happiness. "you made it!"
"barely," you say. "buddy tried to fight a golden retriever in the parking lot."
"he's spirited," chloe says, which is her nice way of saying "he's a menace."
"where's your friend?"
"oh, he's here," chloe says, looking around. "he was just... there he is!"
she points, and you follow her finger to a guy who is currently on his knees in the grass, being enthusiastically licked by a beagle.
he's tall, you notice first. broad shouldered. wearing a white t-shirt and light wash jeans and sneakers. his hair is brown, styled in that effortless way that looks messy but probably took time, and he's smiling with his whole face, warm and bright and genuine. he looks like he belongs in a sunshine commercial.
"that's jake," chloe says, fondness in her voice. "told you. total sweetheart."
jake looks up then, like he can feel you watching, and his face breaks into a smile that's so bright you almost take a step back.
he waves, big and enthusiastic, and then he's standing up and walking toward you with the beagle trotting after him like they're best friends now.
"you must be y/n!" he says when he gets close, and his voice is warm and deep and exactly what you expected from someone who gets on the ground with strange dogs. "and this must be buddy!"
he looks at buddy, who is currently in your arms, growling softly at the beagle.
"he's perfect," jake breathes, and he means it. you can tell he means it. he's looking at your tiny angry dog like he's looking at a sunset.
"he's usually not friendly," you say, which is an understatement. "he takes a while to warm up to people."
"that's okay," jake says, not offended at all. "i'm very patient. also, i brought treats."
he pulls a bag of training treats from his pocket like it's a magic trick.
"you can't just bribe him," you say.
"watch me," jake says, grinning.
he takes a step back and crouches down again, putting himself at buddy's level. the beagle wanders off, bored now that the pets have stopped. jake holds out a treat between two fingers and waits.
buddy stops growling.
he looks at the treat. he looks at jake. he looks at you, as if to say "is this allowed?"
"it's okay," you tell him, setting him down carefully.
buddy takes three tentative steps toward jake. then he stops and barks once, sharp and demanding.
"yes, hello," jake says, not flinching. "i agree. the service here is terrible. no one has given me a treat yet either."
you laugh despite yourself.
buddy takes two more steps. he's close enough now that jake could grab him if he wanted to, but he doesn't. he just waits, hand steady, smile patient.
buddy sniffs the air. he sniffs jake's shoe. he sniffs jake's knee. he looks up at jake's face and considers him for a long moment. he slowly takes the treat, eating it and looking up at jake.
then he suddenly jumps into jake's arms.
you stare.
chloe stares.
jake's face lights up like christmas morning.
"hello!" he says, cradling buddy against his chest. "hello, little man! look at you! look at your ears!"
buddy, the dog who bites you when you try to clip his nails, who growled at your own mother when she visited, who once spent twenty minutes barking at a particularly offensive trash can, is currently licking jake's chin and wagging his whole body so hard his back legs are lifting off the ground.
"what," you say.
"i told you," chloe says, smug as anything. "total sweetheart. dogs can sense it."
"he hates everyone," you say, still staring.
"he doesn't hate me," jake says, delighted. he stands up with buddy in his arms and buddy settles against his chest like he belongs there, chin resting on jake's shoulder, looking out at the world with an expression of smug satisfaction. "we're friends now. sorry, i don't make the rules."
"you literally just met," you say.
"love at first sight," jake says, scratching behind buddy's ears. buddy makes a sound that's halfway between a whine and a purr. you've never heard him make that sound.
"can i hold him?" you ask, reaching out.
buddy looks at you. he looks at jake. he settles deeper into jake's arms and closes his eyes.
"traitor," you mutter.
jake laughs, and it's a good laugh. warm and open and genuine. "we can share," he offers. "you can have him back eventually. maybe. if he wants to go."
"he's my dog."
"he's choosing me," jake says, not unkindly. "democracy in action."
you should be annoyed. you are, a little. but mostly you're watching the way jake holds buddy carefully, supporting his long back, the way he keeps scratching that spot behind the ears that buddy loves, the way he's looking at your dog like he hung the moon.
"fine," you say. "you can hold him for now. but i'm watching you."
"fair," jake says. "i'd watch me too. i am a stranger, after all."
"a stranger who came prepared with treats," chloe points out.
"a stranger who did his research," jake corrects. "chloe told me buddy was a dachshund. i looked up dachshund facts. did you know they were bred to hunt badgers? that's insane. that's so brave. little legs, big dreams."
"buddy would run from a badger," you say.
"buddy would negotiate with a badger," jake says. "he's very smart. i can tell. look at his eyes."
you look at buddy's eyes. they're currently half closed in bliss as jake rubs his chest.
"he's not usually like this," you say again, because you feel like you need to defend your dog's honor. "he's usually very... opinionated."
"he's opinionated now," jake says. "his opinion is that i'm great. and he's right. so really, he's just very discerning."
you don't know what to say to that. you end up laughing, and jake grins at you, and chloe looks between the two of you with the expression of someone who just successfully set two people up and knows it.
"let's walk," she suggests. "the pond is nice this time of day."
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the pond is nice, but you're mostly watching jake and buddy.
they've been walking together for twenty minutes now, and buddy hasn't barked at a single person. not the jogger who ran too close. not the kid on the scooter. not the poodle who looked at him funny.
instead, he's trotting along next to jake, occasionally looking up to make sure he's still there, occasionally jumping up to demand more pets.
jake carries him part of the way, holding him like a baby, and buddy lets him. he more than lets him. he actively snuggles.
"this is weird," you say to chloe, walking slightly behind them.
"what is?" she asks innocently.
"this. buddy. he's being... good."
"buddy's always good," chloe says.
"buddy bit the groomer," you remind her.
"buddy has standards," she amends. "apparently jake meets them."
you watch jake stop to let buddy sniff a particularly interesting patch of grass. he waits patiently, not rushing, not pulling the leash. when buddy finds a stick and brings it to him, jake acts like it's the greatest gift he's ever received.
"he's going to expect this now," you say. "he's going to want me to be this excited about sticks."
"you should be excited about sticks," chloe says. "sticks are great. jake's great. this is great."
"you're very pleased with yourself," you observe.
"i'm a genius," she agrees. "i should charge for this."
"charge for what?"
"nothing," she says quickly, but she's smiling.
jake looks back at you, buddy still in his arms now, and he smiles. "your dog is excellent," he calls out. "ten out of ten. best dog i've ever met."
"you've known him for twenty minutes," you point out, catching up.
"quality over quantity," jake says. "besides, i have a good feeling about this. me and buddy. we're going to be best friends. you and me too, probably. by association. since you're his mom."
"i am his mom," you agree, feeling a warmth in your chest at the way he says it, like it's a fact, like it's important.
"exactly," jake says. "you're his mom and i'm his new best friend. we're basically family now."
you should find this overwhelming. jake is a lot. he's loud and enthusiastic and he smiles with his whole face and he talks to dogs like they're people and he actually listens when they respond.
but somehow, it's not overwhelming. it's kind of... nice.
"basically family," you repeat. "great."
"you don't sound convinced," jake observes, falling into step beside you. chloe has wandered ahead to take pictures of ducks, leaving you alone with the warm hearted man holding your tiny opinionated dog.
"i'm just wondering when you're going to realize he's not always like this," you say. "usually he's barking. usually he's trying to fight things bigger than him. usually he's being difficult."
"difficult how?"
"he ate my favorite shoes last week."
"he has taste."
"he barked at his reflection for ten minutes."
"he's self aware. he knows his own face. that's advanced."
"he's not actually a good dog," you say, trying to be honest. "i love him, but he's not... easy."
jake looks at you, then down at buddy, who is currently trying to steal his sunglasses. he doesn't seem bothered.
"i have a dog," he says.
"layla. she lives with my parents now, but i raised her from a puppy. and she was the most difficult dog i've ever met. she herded everything. she once herded my dad into the garage and wouldn't let him leave for an hour because he was wearing a hat she didn't like. she bit three delivery guys. she ate an entire couch cushion."
"and you still love her?"
"i adore her," jake says simply. "she has personality. she knows what she wants and she isn't afraid to demand it. buddy's like that. he's not bad, he's just... specific. he likes what he likes. and he likes me."
buddy, as if on cue, licks jake's nose.
"see?" jake says. "specific. and correct."
you don't know why you're smiling so hard. "you're very weird."
"thank you," he says, like it's a compliment.
"it wasn't meant to be one."
"it felt like one," he says, grinning. "come on. let's catch up to chloe before she falls in the pond trying to get the perfect duck angle."
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jake doesn't go away after that first meeting.
you expected him to be a one time thing. a nice afternoon at the dog park, a funny story about the guy your dog liked more than you, and then back to normal life.
but he texts you. he gets your number from chloe, which should be annoying but somehow isn't, and he sends you pictures of dogs he sees on the street. he asks about buddy. he sends you memes about dachshunds. he tells you stories about layla, sends videos his parents send him, asks for advice on what brand of treats to buy for her when he visits.
he's relentless in the best way.
"he likes you," chloe says, a week later, when you're getting coffee together before work. she's showing you a text from jake that's just a photo of a hot dog with the caption "saw this and thought of buddy. long boy energy."
"he likes my dog," you correct, stirring your latte.
"he likes you," she repeats, lowering her voice like she's telling you a secret. "trust me. i work with the guy. i know when he's interested. and he's interested."
"he's just being nice."
"he's being interested," she says. "there's a difference."
you think about that as you're getting ready for bed that night, buddy curled up on your pillow because he refuses to acknowledge that he's small and the floor exists.
you scroll through your messages with jake. there are a lot of them. pictures of dogs, mostly, but also questions about your day, jokes about work, a video his mom sent of layla herding the vacuum cleaner.
he's easy to talk to. that's the thing. he responds to everything like it's the most interesting thing he's ever heard.
when you complained about your coffee spilling in your car, he sent you a link to the world's best travel mug and a story about the time he spilled an entire latte on his laptop.
when you told him buddy learned a new trick, he demanded video evidence and then sent you a video of himself attempting the same trick with a stuffed animal.
he's ridiculous. he's also kind of wonderful.
buddy shifts in his sleep, making a small snoring sound, and you scratch his belly without thinking.
"you like him too, don't you?" you ask your dog. "that's why you were so nice to him. you knew."
buddy opens one eye, looks at you with disdain, and goes back to sleep.
"rude," you say, but you're smiling.
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the second time you see jake, it's intentional.
he invites you to the dog park again, just you and him this time, chloe having to work overtime on a saturday which she's suspiciously vague about.
you almost say no. you're busy. you have work.
but jake sends a picture of himself holding a bag of premium dog treats with a pleading expression, and you cave.
"this is a bad idea," you tell buddy as you get ready. "i don't know why i'm doing this. we don't need friends. we have each other."
buddy is currently trying to eat your sock. he's not listening.
"he's going to expect you to be nice," you continue. "you're going to have to not bark at children. can you do that? for me?"
buddy spits out the sock and barks once.
"i'll take that as a maybe."
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jake is waiting when you get there, sitting on a bench with two coffees and a bag of what smells like pastries.
he's wearing a soft looking sweater and jeans, and his brown hair is catching the morning light, and he looks so good it almost hurts.
he sees you and waves, big and enthusiastic, and you feel something in your chest tighten in a way that's not entirely unpleasant.
"you came!" he says when you get close. "i wasn't sure you would."
"why wouldn't i?"
"you seemed hesitant. in the texts. lots of 'haha' and 'maybe' and 'we'll see.'"
"i was being mysterious."
"you were being cautious," he corrects, but he's smiling. "it's okay. i'm a lot. i know i'm a lot. but i brought coffee and a bacon quiche for buddy's mom, so hopefully that helps."
"it helps," you admit, taking the coffee. it's exactly how you like it, which you don't remember telling him, but chloe probably did.
"buddy!" jake crouches down again, that same position from last week, and holds out his hand. "hello, old friend!"
buddy, the dog who once tried to bite the wind, launches himself at jake with such force that jake almost falls over.
"hey!" jake laughs, catching him, holding him up like simba on pride rock. "there he is! there's my guy!"
buddy is losing his mind. he's licking jake's face, his ears, his hands. he's making that whining purring sound again. he's wiggling so hard he's basically vibrating.
"i think he remembers you," you say dryly.
"i think he loves me," jake says, not smug, just delighted. "which makes sense. i have great taste in dogs. and people."
he looks at you when he says it, and you feel your face get warm.
"let's walk," you say quickly. "before he pees on you from excitement."
"too late," jake says, but he's already moving, buddy in his arms, leading the way down the path like he knows exactly where he's going.
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you walk for an hour.
you talk about everything and nothing. jake tells you about his job, which is marketing but somehow involves more excel spreadsheets than you'd expect.
you tell him about yours, which is something with numbers that you don't love explaining because it makes people's eyes glaze over.
he asks questions anyway. he seems genuinely interested in the quarterly projections you're complaining about.
you talk about buddy. you tell him about the shoe incident, the reflection incident, the time he got stuck under the couch and barked for help but then bit you when you tried to rescue him.
"classic dachshund," jake says, like this is normal.
"layla was like that too. she once got herself stuck under my parents' deck and then barked for three hours straight because she was mad about it. not because she wanted help. just because she was angry."
"they're impossible," you agree.
"they're perfect," he counters. "they know exactly how much space they deserve in the world. which is all of it."
you look at him. he's carrying buddy again, because buddy got tired after twenty minutes of walking, and he doesn't seem to mind at all.
your dog is asleep in his arms, snoring slightly, completely at peace.
"you're good with him," you say. "i don't get it. he's not good with people."
"i'm not people," jake says. "i'm jake. it's different."
"how is it different?"
"because..." he pauses, thinking. "because i don't want anything from him. or you. i just like hanging out. i think that's rare. i think dogs can tell when you just want to be around them without wanting them to be anything specific. and i think people can tell too."
you look at the ground. "that's... that's actually really nice."
"i have my moments," he says. "not many. but some."
you walk in silence for a while, but it's comfortable.
the sun is warm. the coffee was good. your dog is happy. you can't remember the last time you felt this... easy.
there's a pause for a minute. not awkward, just soaking in the scene. then, jake voice fills the silence. "why'd you really come today?"
you look at him. he's not looking at you, focused instead on a squirrel that's caught buddy's attention even in sleep. his profile is soft in the afternoon light, his brown hair falling slightly over his forehead.
"i wanted to see if you were real," you say, surprising yourself with the honesty. "if you were actually like this. or if it was just... a first meeting thing. a fluke."
"and?"
"you're real," you admit. "you're a lot. but you're real."
"the best kind of real," he agrees. "the warm, enthusiastic, probably too much kind."
"is that what you are?"
"in human form," he says. "it's a heavy burden. but i bear it with grace."
you laugh, and he smiles at you, and buddy wakes up just long enough to lick both of your chins before settling back down.
"same time next week?" jake asks.
"same time," you agree.
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the weeks pass, and then the months.
you don't mean for it to become a thing. you don't mean to start looking forward to saturday mornings at the dog park with more intensity than you've looked forward to anything in months. but it does, and you do, and suddenly jake is just... part of your life.
he texts you every day.
good morning texts that are actually funny, not just "good morning" but "good morning i saw a corgi on the train and thought of buddy. shorter legs, same energy."
pictures of his lunch, which always looks terrible, with captions like "chef's kiss" and "cuisine." questions about your day that are specific enough that you know he's actually paying attention.
you start sending him things too. pictures of buddy being weird. complaints about work. random thoughts at 2am that you immediately regret sending but he always responds to with something that makes you laugh.
you see him every saturday. sometimes chloe comes, smug and pleased with herself. sometimes it's just you and jake and buddy, walking the same path, talking about everything.
but then it starts to be more than saturdays.
he texts you on wednesday, casual, like it's nothing
jake
i'm near your neighborhood for a meeting. any good coffee shops near you?
you tell him about the place on the corner, the one with the window seats and the croissants that buddy likes to beg for.
he texts back
jake
save me a seat? i'll buy you one too, as payment for the recommendation
you should say no. you have work. you have things to do.
..but you type back.
you
sure, see you at two
he's already there when you arrive, sitting by the window with two coffees and a croissant on a plate, and your stomach does something complicated when you see him.
he's not in workout clothes this time. he's wearing a button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he looks... good. he looks really good. professional but still soft, still jake, still smiling at his phone like whatever he's reading is the funniest thing in the world.
then he looks up and sees you, and his face transforms, and you feel it. you feel something shift in the air between you.
"you came," he says, standing up, pulling out the chair across from him. "i wasn't sure you would."
"you say that every time," you observe, sitting down.
"because every time i'm not sure," he says, honest. "you're hard to pin down. i feel like if i blink you'll disappear."
"i'm not going anywhere," you say, and you mean it more than you've meant anything in a while.
he looks at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his eyes. "good," he says finally. "that's... good."
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the coffee dates become a thing. then the evening walks. then the "i'm just in the neighborhood" texts that happen more and more often, until you're seeing him three, four times a week, until he's just... there. present. constant.
you learn things about him. he loves bad movies and will defend batman forever to his dying breath. he cries at every commercial with a dog in it, just like chloe said. he has a spreadsheet ranking every donut shop in the city and he's not afraid to use it. he wants to open a dog rescue someday, when he's saved enough money, somewhere with land and space for all the dogs no one wants.
"the difficult ones," he says, when he tells you this. "the ones who bark too much or have too much energy or are just too much. they deserve love too. they deserve someone who sees them and doesn't want to change them."
you think about buddy, who is currently asleep on jake's lap on your couch, and you feel something shift in your chest.
"yeah," you say. "they do."
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you start noticing things about jake.
the way he looks at you when he thinks you're not paying attention, soft and fond and something else, something that makes your stomach flip.
the way he remembers things, the way he brings you your favorite coffee without asking, the way he always has a treat for buddy and a compliment for you.
the way your hand brushes his when you're walking, and how neither of you pulls away.
the way you start wanting to tell him things first. before chloe, before anyone. good news, bad news, random observations about clouds. you want him to know everything.
the way you start noticing things about him. the scar on his chin from falling off a bike when he was ten. the way he runs his hand through his hair when he's thinking. the way he says your name, like it's something precious.
the way you're falling in love with him, week by week, day by day, like watching the sun rise, and it doesn't scare you as much as you thought it would.
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it's been four months since the dog park. four months of texts and coffee and walks and saturdays. four months of building something you don't have a name for yet.
you're at his apartment this time. he's cooking dinner, something involving pasta and sauce that smells amazing, and buddy is exploring the space with the confidence of a dog who has claimed this territory as his own.
"he likes it here," you observe, watching buddy settle onto the dog bed that jake apparently bought just for him.
"he likes everywhere you're at," jake says, stirring the sauce. "we have that in common."
you look at him. he's focused on the pot, but there's color in his cheeks, like he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"you do?" you ask, your voice quieter than you intended.
"...i what?" jake asks quietly, knowing you heard him anyway
"like everywhere i'm at?"
he stops stirring. he looks at you, cheeks flushed cause he was caught. his eyes are dark and warm and full of something you've been pretending not to see for weeks.
"yeah," he says, simple and honest. "i do. i really do."
your heart is hammering. the air feels thick. buddy is snoring from jakes couch, oblivious, but you can't look away from jake.
"that's... that's good," you manage. "because i... i like where you are too."
he sets down the wooden spoon. he turns off the burner. he walks around the kitchen island until he's standing in front of you, close enough that you can smell his soap, something clean and warm, close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to.
"..can i kiss you?" jake asks, his gaze not leaving your eyes.
the question hangs in the air between you, heavy and electric, and you feel every nerve in your body light up at once.
"yes," you whisper. "please."
he steps closer. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your jawline, and his touch is so gentle, so careful, like you're something precious, something he's been waiting for.
he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away, time to change your mind, but you don't. you can't. you've been waiting for this too, you realize. you've been waiting for months.
his lips brush yours, soft and tentative, and it's electric. it's like the first sip of coffee in the morning, like sunlight on your skin, like coming home.
you make a small sound, involuntary, and he pulls back just enough to look at you, to check, and you can see the question in his eyes.
"again," you breathe, and you reach up to touch his face, your fingers brushing his cheekbone, and he smiles against your mouth before leaning back in.
this time it's not tentative. this time it's sure, it's warm, it's months of buildup finally breaking free.
his mouth moves against yours, gentle but insistent, and you open for him, letting him in, tasting him, learning him.
he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, something happy and relieved, and it sends warmth flooding through your whole body.
his other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair, and he angles your head to deepen the kiss.
his tongue slides against yours, slow and sweet, and you whimper, pressing closer, wanting more, wanting everything.
he walks you backward until your back hits the wall, but he's gentle about it, his hands protecting your head from the impact. then he's crowding you there, his body warm and solid against yours, and you can feel every inch of him, the hard planes of his chest, the strength in his arms, the way he's trembling just slightly, like he's holding himself back.
"is this okay?" he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.
"yes," you gasp, arching into him.
he kisses you deeper, sweeter, his hands moving from your hair to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest, matching yours beat for beat.
your hands slide up his chest, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt, and you fist your hands in the fabric, pulling him closer, closer, until there's no space between you at all.
he kisses down your jaw, your throat, finding the sensitive spot below your ear that makes you gasp, and he lingers there, pressing soft kisses to your skin, and you tilt your head back to give him better access, your fingers tangled in his hair.
"jake," you breathe, and his name sounds like a prayer, like a promise.
he hums softly against your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight, and he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in.
"i've wanted this," he whispers, his voice rough and honest. "i've wanted you. for so long."
"i know," you whisper back, holding him close. "me too."
he pulls back to look at you, his eyes dark and blown wide, his lips swollen and pink, and he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"be my girlfriend?" he asks, his thumb brushing over your kiss-bitten lips. "officially? no more saturdays as just friends. i want to be yours. i want you to be mine."
"yes," you say immediately, smiling so big it hurts. "yes, i want that. i want you."
he grins, that bright, sunshine grin that made you notice him in the first place, and then he's kissing you again, deep and slow and full of promise, and you kiss him back with everything you have, everything you've been holding back for months.
when you finally pull apart, breathless and smiling, he rests his forehead against yours, his hands still on your waist, and he looks at you with so much affection you feel like you might cry.
"you're my girlfriend," he says, like he's testing it out, like he can't believe it.
"i'm your girlfriend," you confirm, laughing softly.
"and i'm your boyfriend."
"you are."
"and buddy is our dog."
"he's our dog," you agree, feeling the truth of it settle into your bones.
he kisses you again, quick and sweet, and then he pulls back, taking your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours.
"we should eat," he says, smiling. "before the pasta gets cold."
"in a minute," you murmur, pulling him back down for another kiss. "just... one more minute."
he laughs against your mouth and kisses you again, soft and slow and perfect, and you think that maybe, just maybe, you could stay like this forever.
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six months later, you're standing in chloe's apartment holding a glass of champagne and watching your boyfriend laugh at something her boyfriend just said.
jake's wearing the sweater you bought him for his birthday, the soft blue one that makes his eyes look even warmer, and his brown hair is styled in that way you love, and he's holding buddy in one arm and gesturing wildly with the other hand, telling a story about how layla once herded his entire family into the kitchen because it was dinner time and they were running late.
"you're staring," chloe says, appearing at your elbow with her own glass of champagne.
"i'm appreciating," you correct, not looking away.
"you're in love," she amends, smug as ever.
"i am," you agree, because there's no point denying it. you're so in love it radiates out of you. you're so in love you wake up smiling. you're so in love it almost doesn't feel real.
chloe follows your gaze to where jake is now demonstrating how buddy sits on command, the tiny dachshund looking proud and regal in his arms.
"he's good for you," she says, softer now. "you know that, right?"
"i know," you say. "he's... he's everything."
"he's your person," she says. "and you're his."
across the room, jake looks up like he can feel you watching, and he smiles, that same bright smile from the dog park all those months ago, and he mouths "i love you" without caring who sees.
you mouth it back.
he excuses himself from the conversation and walks over to you, buddy still in his arms, and he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you close.
"having fun?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"the best," you say, leaning into him. "you?"
"always," he says, "when i'm with you."
buddy squirms between you, demanding attention, and jake laughs, adjusting his hold on the dog so he's cradled between both of you like a baby.
"our son is demanding," jake observes.
"he's spoiled," you agree.
"he's perfect," jake corrects, and he's looking at you when he says it.
"you're perfect," you say back, reaching up to fix his hair where it's fallen over his forehead.
"we're perfect," he amends, smiling that sunshine smile. "all three of us."
chloe, watching from nearby, raises her glass in a silent toast, and you laugh, leaning up to kiss jake properly, champagne glasses clinking somewhere in the background, buddy squished happily between you, and everything is exactly how it should be.
you're a family. you're his. he's yours. and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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an✧˖° soo... what'd we think.. im sorry i keep pushing off the plug fics, but im gonna get my jungwon fic done THENN ill do the plug fics, i PROMISEEE :) reblogs are always welcome!! please comment any feedback, it helps me more then you think! also fun fact, i come up with titles last, so the title for this story on my google docs was "jayla australian puppy milk boy"
hiiii... just a thought but imagine jay suddenly gets cloned... reader has the best time of her life,, thoughts? thoughts??? 😄
i never thought of this and OH.
warnings: threesome, double teaming, oral sex (f rec), p in v, unprotected sex (dont.), creampie, dirty talk, praise, slight possessiveness
it starts with a weird package.
jay comes home from schedule one thursday evening looking more tired than usual, drops his bag by the door, and holds up a small black box with no return address. “someone sent this to the company. the managers said it was addressed to me personally so they let me take it.”
you both open it on the kitchen counter. inside is a silver device the size of a phone, no buttons, just a soft blue light pulsing. a tiny card falls out:
“one perfect copy. temporary. 72 hours. enjoy.”
jay frowns. “this is the weirdest prank ever.”
he presses the light out of curiosity.
there’s a bright flash, a weird pressure in the air, and suddenly there are two jays standing in your kitchen.
same face. same clothes. same slightly messy hair. same confused expression.
the original jay stares at his clone. the clone stares back.
“…what the fuck,” both of them say at the exact same time.
you, standing there with a half-eaten apple in your hand, just slowly put it down.
“okay,” you say carefully. “so. there are two of you now.”
the original jay looks at you, then at the clone, then back at you. “this has to be a dream.”
the clone tilts his head, eyes already drifting over you in a way that feels very familiar and very dangerous. “if it’s a dream, it’s a really good one.”
the first hour is pure… logistics (if you can call it that), and mild panic.
they have the same memories up until the moment of cloning. same voice. same little habits. the only difference is that the clone seems… slightly less filtered. a little bolder. like the version of jay that exists in the back of his mind when he’s too tired or hony to be polite.
you end up sitting on the couch while both of them pace.
“we can’t tell anyone,” original jay says firmly. “this would be a whole scandal.”
“agreed,” clone jay replies. then he looks at you and smirks. “but we can tell her everything.”
original jay shoots him a look. “don’t.”
“don’t what?” the clone asks innocently. “don’t point out that our girlfriend is currently looking at both of us like she just won the lottery?”
your face burns.
because… yeah. you kind of are.
by night two, the panic has fully transformed into something else.
you’re in the bedroom. original jay is behind you, chest pressed to your back, mouth on your neck, hands already under your shirt. clone jay is in front of you, on his knees, slowly dragging your leggings down while looking up at you with dark eyes.
“you’ve been thinking about this since the kitchen, haven’t you?” the clone murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “the two of us. both wanting you.”
original jay’s voice is rougher against your ear. “she’s been wet since she realized there were two of us. i felt it when i carried her to the couch earlier.”
you whimper. the clone laughs softly and leans in, mouthing over your panties before pulling them aside.
having one jay between your legs is already overwhelming.
having a second jay holding you upright while whispering filthy praise in your ear is almost too much.
“look at her,” original jay says, voice low and fond and a little wrecked. “taking it so well already.”
the clone hums in agreement, tongue finally dragging over you properly. your knees buckle. original jay holds you tighter.
they develop roles without ever discussing it.
original jay is still the one who makes sure you eat, who runs a bath afterward, who presses soft kisses to your forehead and asks if you’re okay every twenty minutes. the clone is the one who pins your wrists, who talks dirtier, who seems to enjoy watching his other self take care of you almost as much as he enjoys participating.
sometimes they switch.
one morning you wake up to original jay’s mouth on your breast and the clone already hard against your thigh, watching with a sleepy, satisfied expression.
“morning,” the clone rasps. “he woke up needy. i told him to be gentle.”
original jay makes a muffled sound against your skin that might be a protest and might be agreement.
you stretch, smiling, and reach down to stroke the clone slowly. “you two are going to ruin me.”
“that’s the plan,” both of them say at the same time, then exchange a look and huff almost identical laughs.
the best part is the way they both look at you like you’re the single most precious and filthy thing in the world.
one night you’re on your hands and knees. original jay is underneath you, letting you ride his face while the clone fucks you slow and deep from behind. every time you try to say something coherent, one of them does something that makes your brain short-circuit.
“she’s close,” the clone tells the original, voice tight. “feel how she’s shaking.”
original jay just grips your thighs tighter and keeps going.
when you finally come, it’s with both of their names tangled in your mouth. they follow soon after — one with a groan against your cunt, the other buried deep and pulsing inside you.
afterward the three of you collapse in a sweaty, sticky heap. original jay pulls you onto his chest. the clone curls up behind you, arm slung over both of you.
“seventy-two hours,” the clone murmurs eventually. “feels too short.”
original jay presses a kiss to your hair. “we’ll make them count.”
you smile into his skin, already half-asleep and thoroughly wrecked in the best way.
“best weekend of my life,” you mumble.
both jays laugh, low and warm and perfectly in sync.
“yeah,” original jay says softly. “ours too.”
the device stops glowing on the third night.
there’s another soft flash of light. when it fades, there’s only one jay left in the bed with you — the original one, slightly out of breath, staring at the empty space beside him like he’s already mourning the loss.
you reach for him immediately. he pulls you close, face buried in your neck.
“are you okay?” you whisper.
he nods. then, after a long moment, he adds: “…we’re doing that again if the weird box ever shows up a second time.”
warnings: language, nipple play, sub!maki?, reader got a fat ass (heart eyes emoji, shes js like me)
please reblog or comment!! I love seeing your thoughts <33
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"fuck, just like that," maki threw his head back, moaning as you rode him. the rise and fall of your hips so delicious against his.
his hands found your waist, fingers digging into the skin as you whimpered above him.
your own hands resting on his stomach for leverage, the feel of his thick cock inside of you messing with your head. the longer you went on, the weaker your legs became.
he narrowed his eyes at you, a breathy laugh escaping him. "c'mon, don't give up on me yet."
you shook your head, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as your hips continued as best as they could. "mm-mm," you bit your lips, trying to focus on continuing.
one of your hands dragged upward, lazily moving from where they were placed to hold onto his shoulder.
the light graze of your palm dragging against his nipples made his body shake. the sound that left his mouth was nothing like you'd heard tonight.
a breathy gasp, almost like he was holding himself back from another noise.
you paused your movements, sitting up straight as your hands dragged back to his chest. your fingers tweaking his left nipple.
his mouth dropped open, a low groan leaving him as his hands squeezed your waist. "baby, what-"
you barely let him finish his sentence before moving your lips down to his chest. your tongue replacing your fingers as your hand switched sides.
the guttural moan that tore from his throat was raw, his back arching off the bed as you gently nipped at the sensitive skin. his hips bucked beneath you, the sudden, sharp thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through your own body.
"jesus—fuck," he choked out, his hands flying from your waist to tangle in your hair, his grip causing your eyes to roll back. "baby, stop—I can't." his head shaking softly as his voice got weaker.
"yes, you can. you won't give up on me yet. will you?" you mocked, mirroring his own words back at him.
your thighs burning from the constant movement, but you were so close. seeing maki fall apart underneath you was always your favorite. the sight of him—head thrown back, throat exposed, chest heaving—was intoxicating, enough to fuel your movements despite the screaming protest in your muscles.
you shifted your attention to his other nipple, grabbing his hand and pushing it in between where your bodies met.
even through his pleasure-fogged mind, he knew what you wanted. his fingers having a messy rhythm against your clit as you moaned against him.
his body was flushed.
his cheeks and neck pink as he shuddered beneath you, a thin sheen of sweat causing his body to glisten under the faint living room lights. his abs tensing with each circle of his thumb, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants.
"i'm so close," he whimpered, his eyes glossy as he stared at you. his eyes trailing down to your ass, the skin rippling with every fall against his body. the sight pushing him closer to the edge.
you nodded your head, lips leaving his chest as you breathed heavily.
"look at me," you breathed, your voice ragged as you rolled your hips harder, grinding down against his hand and his cock simultaneously. "look at me when you cum."
his eyes locked onto yours, and that was all it took.
with a strangled cry, his body went taut, his hips jerking upward as he spilled inside you. the pulsing warmth of it sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves as your inner walls clenched around him.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling and breathless, the room filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint hum ac running.
"you're never doing that again." he muttered, his hand stroking your thighs. occasionally squeezing at the sore muscles.
you scoffed, "yeah, you say that after you had, like, the best orgasm ever." you rolled your eyes, head still resting on his chest as you listened to his quick heartbeat.
he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
"movie after we shower?" he asked, his voice soft.
you nodded your head. "mhm, but you'll have to carry me to the bathroom..." you smile sheepishly as you said the words. purposely avoiding his eyes.
"like that's a bad thing for me." he teased, finally catching your gaze.
in which maki learns nico has always wanted a taste of you and decides to have some fun with you both. or - the one where you get double teamed by nico and maki.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), raw sex, double penetration, maki gets a little mean, some drinking, safe words established, minors do not interact!
You thought Maki was bluffing, but you should have known better.
Maki didn't bluff. Especially when it came to you.
Nico had become a regular presence in your life since dating Maki. They were in the same group and though that made them coworkers, they were close friends outside of their hectic careers. Nico treated you politely and never gave you any inclination he saw you as anything but Maki's girlfriend.
Little did you know.
Unfortunately for Nico, Maki caught him eyeing you when you weren't looking. And Maki knew that look anywhere. Nico was imagining you without your clothes, and perhaps how you'd look bent over the sofa with your ass in the air.
Maki shook his head. Nico was too vanilla for that. Motherfucker was probably picturing you on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist while he pumped his babies in you.
"Hey!"
Nico jumped, breaking out of his dirty thoughts as Maki clapped him on the shoulder and joined him on the couch, handing him a can of liquor.
"Pretty girl," Maki called over to you, waiting for you to turn around before saying, "Come sit on my lap. Nico is staring at your ass."
Nico almost choked on the sip he'd just taken, exclaiming, "I was not!"
"You were," Maki said smugly, flashing his teeth in a grin.
You shot Maki a look, having been on your way over to him but stopped in your tracks. "Maki, be nice."
"I'm very nice. It's not his fault. Body tea."
"I can't stand you," you whined with a laugh.
Maki patted his thigh. "Then sit down."
You narrowed your eyes at him, already sensing he was up to something, and promptly sat on the other side of Nico, who was now an unfortunate barrier between you and your mischievous boyfriend.
"Whatever you guys are doing, leave me out of it," Nico said in a hurry, holding his hands up.
Maki made a noise of annoyance. "I was going to include you, but nevermind."
"Include me in what?"
"Maki, you're too much right now. Can't you just be normal?" You were complaining, but your heart wasn't totally in it. Reaching over, you took Nico's drink and downed a big gulp.
Maki whined, "You just indirectly kissed another man in front of me!"
"I'll fucking mount him in a minute if you don't stop getting on my nerves."
Nico's jaw was on the floor and he had no idea what to say in this situation. Not that he had a chance. Maki leaned toward him and said, "She's in that weird part of her cycle where she's really mean to me in between all the dick riding."
Your eyes went wide at him spilling trade secrets all over Nico and you snapped, "Maki, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"
"Stop acting mad," Maki said coolly, smirking. "This is a safe space."
You glared at him. Poor Nico just stayed in his seat between the two of you - the unwilling buffer.
Maki turned to face you both more squarely and leaned back like he was on a beach somewhere, and said, "Well, go ahead. Fucking mount him."
You and Nico stared at Maki in disbelief. And a little bit of hesitation. The same look roadkill gets the moment it steps in front of a truck on the highway.
"Maki, when I said I'm okay with threesomes, I meant with someone that knows what we're talking about," you said in a small voice, worried that your boyfriend had just traumatized the boy next to you who'd never been anything but kind to you.
Maki chuckled, but turned reassuring, sensing what you needed. "He's fine, babe. He wants this. I wouldn't offer if he didn't."
Your gaze finally drifted to Nico. You'd been avoiding looking at him, worried he might be viewing you differently and your heart couldn't take that.
Nico was having a staredown with Maki. This felt like a trap.
Maki wasn't fazed and told him, "Don't look at me. Look at her."
Slowly, Nico turned to look at you and he swore he'd never wanted someone so badly. He always felt guilty for lusting after his best friend's girlfriend, but he never disrespected your relationship. Maki meant too much to him for that.
But there was nothing wrong with looking at you. And daydreaming about you.
Now, here you were, sitting next to him, so close he could hear your hurried breaths and smell that sweet, delicate perfume you always wore.
Nico met your eyes and said, "Do what you want," in the lowest voice you'd ever heard and your heart skipped a beat before slamming into your ribs.
Your body was already moving before your brain could fully comprehend it. You straddled Nico's lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and your hands cradling his face, the two of you crashing into a hot and heavy kiss that knocked the wind out of you both.
Maki watched eagerly, biting his lip. You'd been such a horny little thing lately (you could barely keep your hands off him to begin with, but hormones definitely didn't help), and Maki found he kinda liked the idea of his best friend getting a few orgasms out of you.
You liked kissing Nicholas. It was different from Maki. Your boyfriend was all passion and heat, but Nico was deep and intentional. His hands felt heavy on your skin, roaming your hips and thighs. At his touch and his kisses, you started grinding on him, searching for friction for the ache he was creating between your thighs.
Maki moved, you heard it, but it didn't register. Then you felt his presence at your back, hot and burning as usual. He was on his feet, pushing against you so you knew you could never escape him, and growled, "You want both, baby?"
You nodded as you kept stealing kisses from Nico, who had no problem keeping up with you. His body was moving under yours, arching his hips to meet your ministrations, his dick getting hard in his pants, rubbing against your clothed folds.
Patiently, Maki began gathering your hair in his fist, listening to your kisses with Nico grow wetter, no doubt his tongue pushing into your mouth to really taste you. There was a tiny catch in your breath; Nico had finally decided to palm your breasts hungrily.
Maki tugged on your hair, parting you from Nico's mouth and tipping your head back. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, melting at how aroused he looked, knowing he got off to being in control. Maki peered down at you with approval, seeing your breasts in Nico's hands, your rapid breathing. Nico had already sealed his lips to your neck, needing an outlet, and your eyes lolled.
"You do nothing without my permission. Understand?"
You nodded rapidly.
Maki grinned that devilish grin of his and added, "And you do exactly what I tell you. Got it?"
"Yes," you replied breathlessly. Swallowing the last of your nerves, you asked, "Red, yellow, green?"
"Always," Maki said, confirming your safe words. He glanced at Nico and growled in a rougher voice, "If she says red, you stop. I don't care if you're mid-fucking thrust or nut. Hear me?"
"I hear you," Nico said, returning to the bruise he was sucking in the crook of your neck.
Maki smoothed his free hand down your body before going right to your sex and palming you over your clothes. You were wearing leggings that fit you like a glove, and you were about to be parted from them.
"Yellow means slow down," Maki started, stroking your folds with his fingers and getting a little whimper out of you.
Nico sounded impatient. "I fucking know."
"Watch your tone," Maki chided, the warmth of his hand leaving you as he began fiddling with your leggings. "You wouldn't believe how fast I could pull her off you."
A loud tear sounded through the room, followed by your yelp.
"The fuck?" Nico grunted, glancing down to see Maki ripping your leggings to pieces until he could drop them to a pile on the floor.
"Get him out of his pants," Maki told you, then he shifted to Nico. "Get her shirt off."
You went to work on Nico's belt and jeans, while his arms tangled through yours to get your tee over your head. Behind you, you could hear Maki stripping out of his shirt, but he kept his pants on for now.
When you pulled Nico's hard dick out of his pants, you wrapped your hand around the head and pumped him, making Nico stagger out a breath. You bit your lip, already thinking about his cock inside you, and like clockwork, Maki's hand cupped your sex - now with nothing in the way - again.
"You're wet enough. Put him in," Maki hissed lowly, his fist back in your hair.
Nico's eyes flickered and he looked at Maki behind you. "Raw?"
"She's on the pill. Don't get so excited."
Nico flushed a little and as you lifted your hips, steering him to your entrance, you asked softly, "You wanna put your baby in me, Nico?"
Your lips parted and you tipped your head back a little, making Maki grip your hair tighter. You sank down, taking every inch of Nico's hard cock.
Nico sucked in air through his teeth, his hands on your hips pinching you to the point of bruising. How you could be even tighter than he imagined made him crazy.
"I'm the only one coming inside you," Maki said darkly in your ear. "If he gets one drop in you, I'll kill him."
You rocked slowly until Nico was sheathed to the hilt in your pussy. You braced your hands on his shoulders and started riding him, arching back and forth, feeling him sink in and out of you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot.
"Fuck," Nico groaned, looking up at you like he'd seen god. He hadn't even registered Maki's threat fully, he was too distracted by the hot grip of your cunt.
Maki was a lucky bastard. Now Nico understood why he was always in such a good mood.
As if reading his mind, Maki watched you riding Nico, heard the wet squelch of your perfect pussy, and taunted, "Sometimes we spend all day in bed. She begs me to fuck her till it hurts."
"Maki," you warned, grinding on Nico's cock at a faster pace.
"That's right, baby," Maki said, reeling his hand back and slapping your ass. "Say my name when you're bouncing on another man's dick."
Nico sat up, his face pressed to your neck, and started rutting his cock into you harder, driving in deep. He wandered his hands over your body, touching every inch of you he could reach, tracing the lines of you to etch into his mind forever.
"Let me fuck her right," Nico growled, nipping at your neck when you moaned.
"Nope," Maki replied mercilessly. He was so close, your ass landed against his clothed crotch with your movements. "Lay back or I'll tell her to stop."
"Fuck you," Nico snapped, too pussy drunk to realize he and Maki were playing different games.
Maki said your name and, "Stop."
You came to a dead halt mid-stride at Maki's command, holding onto Nico for dear life while you waited to hear your fate.
Nico swore again, angrier this time, his cock twitching inside you. "What do you want?"
"Well now I want you to lay back. Gotta prove my point." Maki spoke so casually it was almost annoying. Nico was balls deep inside you, your walls aching and clenching for some friction, but you dared not move.
There was a tiny pause. Nico was presumably deciding just how bad he wanted pussy. If it was worth obeying Maki.
Of course you were.
Nico shimmied beneath you a little, turning slightly, and laid back on the couch, taking you with him. You propped your hands on his chest and caught yourself staring at him. His flushed cheeks. His glistening skin, damp with sweat. His eyes pierced through yours, you almost looked away.
His hands came to your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You made a little noise and clenched on him.
"You can kiss him," Maki said, crowding your back. You could hear him fiddling with his pants.
Your lips met Nico's and you kissed for what felt like ages, his cock filling you but not moving. It was such a perfect contrast to Maki. You realized then that you would do anything for them. Anything they wanted so long as they kept touching and filling you.
Maki told you to move slowly, lifting and falling only a little, keeping Nico's cock mostly inside you. You felt Maki's hands grasp your hips followed by the head of his dick pressing into your entrance with Nico's.
"I can't," you gasped, the pressure becoming more than you'd ever felt in your cunt.
"You can," Maki told you reassuringly. "Just relax, baby. You're so wet."
Your breaths came faster, your heart thundering away in your chest. Your body was screaming, "too much!" Maki's cock kept prodding your hole, pushing until finally your sex gave way to him and a cry burst out of your throat.
Both Maki and Nico reacted, not moving anymore inside you, but their hands rushing on your body to steady you.
"Do you want me to stop?" Maki asked, his concern bleeding through.
You shook your head, vision blurry from tears. "Keep going. I want this," you told them firmly.
With your permission, Maki continued until he was buried in your pussy just like Nico, both of them thrusting slowly and carefully until your moans filled the room.
"So full," you managed to whine, your hips involuntarily bouncing, trying to get all of them with every stroke.
"You're fucking amazing," Nico panted, his hands constantly switching between your breasts to your thighs.
"Exactly where you wanna be. Right, baby?" Maki teased, but his voice was a little weak from how hard your pussy was working him.
You had no witty comeback. Both cocks drove hard and deep into your pussy, and you came - your body shaking uncontrollably and your voice breaking on a moan. The high carried you away, eyes rolling back in your head, and you felt faint for a moment before tumbling back down, landing on Nico and gasping for air.
"Atta girl," Maki cheered, rubbing your waist and sinking his cock back and forth, struggling with how hard you were gripping him.
"Let him come inside," you whispered, muffled against Nico's chest.
Maki bristled. "Fuck no."
"I need it," you purred submissively. "I need to feel all of it in me."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nico grunted, snapping his hips into yours, your words driving him to the edge.
"Fine," Maki huffed, just as Nico wrapped his arms around your waist, plunged his cock inside you and released with a pained groan, thick cum filling you even as Maki kept stuffing his dick in you.
Nico started coming down from the high and winced, the movement quickly pushing into overstimulation. He mumbled in another language and met your eyes as Maki started drilling you.
"Fucking both of you," Maki said as his hips slapped into your ass, cock ramming into your swollen pussy with Nico's softening length still inside. Nico's fingers dug into your skin as he tried to get himself out of you, but Maki had his hand at the nape of your neck, pinning you to Nico so both of you were at his mercy.
Finally, Maki fucked his load into you, gritting his teeth and groaning through his pleasure, slowly dragging his dick out of you and then shoving back in so hard you collided into Nico.
When both their cocks slipped out, you felt so raw and empty, you could feel their cum leaking out between your folds. You weren't surprised when you felt Maki's gathering you in his arms, lifting you upright and smashing his lips on yours.
You kissed him hard and fast, but it felt like home. Though your body was sore, it was all worth it. Especially when Maki broke from the kiss to praise, "You did so good, baby. Fuck, you're perfect."
"Thank you," you said softly, wishing you could tell him how much you loved how safe he made you feel, letting you explore the sides of yourself you'd always felt ashamed of.
"I'm still down here," Nico announced, reminding you and your boyfriend that you were - in fact - still straddling Nico.
"You did good too," Maki quipped, grinning as he swept you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom.
Nico, despite everything, let himself laugh at that before following you both to the bath where another round awaited him.
in which your feelings for maki, your brother's best friend, may not be so unrequited after all. or - the one where you get deflowered by maki after a night in the pool.
wc: 5k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), loss of virginity, maki swears a lot bc of course he does, no angst to be seen actually ended up being really fluffy, reader and maki are down bad for each other, minors do not interact!
Unrequited love was an extra level of hell reserved for the truly pathetic such as yourself. At this point, you’d made yourself comfortable there.
In your defense, it was hard not to crush on Maki. If his handsome face and dreamy eyes weren’t enough to reel you in, his sexy voice and kind soul knocked you off your feet.
Most of the girls you knew pined for Maki, but they inevitably moved on from him. Not you. Unfortunately, he was your brother’s best friend and practically lived at your house.
Whenever you started to work through your feelings for Maki, he was there. Eating breakfast in your kitchen. Watching a movie in your living room. Running into you in the hallway. Greeting you by name and smiling sweetly, as always.
You were Fuma’s annoying sister. No more. No less.
Or so you thought.
The night everything changed between you and Maki was in the middle of July. Summer was in full swing, miserably hot, but the evenings cooled down enough to enjoy sitting by the pool and watching the sunset splash its colors over the sky.
Not by much though. To keep from melting, you wore a skimpy red bikini. As the sun continued to set overhead and a pleasant chill caught on the breeze, you covered yourself with a sheer white tee.
It was Maki that fixated on these details. He happened to approach the back door just as you were gathering your shirt. The red bikini made his mouth water; the way it left little to the imagination.
From your full hips to your even fuller breasts, Maki couldn’t wrap his mind around your body. Or how badly he wanted to wrap his arms around it. Around you until you were flush against him and he could feel every inch of you.
That sent him down a dangerous path of wondering what you felt like. The softness of your skin. The tight, wet heat of your sex. It was all rushing through his brain.
Shit.
You were his best friend’s sister. Absolutely off-limits if Maki valued his life.
Maybe he could lower its value for a moment to talk to you.
Just as you slipped into the white tee, a sound at the back door made you perk up. Expecting your brother, your heart both raced and sank at the sight of Maki walking toward you.
“Oh,” you stammered, shifting in your seat a little. You were under the impression you would have the house to yourself for the night. “Hi, Maki.”
“Hey. I hope it’s okay I’m here. Fuma said I could jump in the pool to cool off.”
“Sure. Of course. Long day?”
Maki sat on the chair next to yours and pulled his shirt over his head. “Brutal. How about you?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and shrugged. Speaking was out of the question for you at the moment. There was a strong chance your voice would crack under the pressure of trying not to salivate at the sight of his chest and abs.
Meanwhile, Maki was taking great care to stare into your eyes to keep from glancing down at your body. It was just so pretty. Unfortunately, this dedicated stare unnerved you and made you wilt.
Was Maki crazy or did he sense some tension? Suddenly, you weren’t keen on talking to him and even turned your head away. Were you mad about something? Had he intruded on your alone time?
“Care to join me?” Maki asked politely.
“In the pool?”
“Yeah. Where else?”
A bed would be nice. “Sorry. I’m a little out of it,” you said, running a hand through your hair.
Maki walked over to the pool and dipped his hand in, testing the temperature and finding it perfectly cool. “Wanna talk about it?”
You followed him and lowered to the edge, letting your legs sink into the water. “I’m sure you have better things to do than listen to my problems,” you mumbled.
Maki dropped into the pool and yelped loudly at the refreshing chill, making you giggle. He combed his wet hands through his hair, slicking it back, and turned around to face you. “Why do you say that?”
You sighed loudly as you swished your legs back and forth in the cold water. “If you really want to know... I like this guy.”
Maki fought back a frown. Whoever this guy was, Maki already knew three things: he was a lucky bastard, Maki hated his guts, and he didn’t deserve you.
“Why is that a problem?” Maki asked curiously, hoping he successfully hid his envy.
He had, because you were none the wiser. “He doesn’t like me back,” you replied softly, your voice full of longing. “He doesn’t even notice me.”
“He’s an idiot.”
Your eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re beautiful,” Maki blurted before he could stop himself.
That was the last thing you expected him to say. Coming from him, it was almost too big a compliment to take. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Well, yeah,” Maki said, sinking deeper into the water until it touched his chin. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
You were relieved to hear him tease you. It reminded you of a simpler time when you were kids chasing each other around the yard. Back before you fell head over heels in love with a man that would never love you back.
“I won’t,” you told him with a chuckle.
“Have you tried getting his attention or talking to him about how you feel?”
“No. I could never. It would be too awkward.”
Maki pursed his lips. On the one hand, he was kinda happy you hadn’t yet given someone the chance to steal you away, but on the other, it saddened him that you liked someone that didn’t give you the care you deserved.
Trying to be gallant, Maki said, “It’s not awkward at all. You just look him in the eyes, say his name and tell him you want him.”
You grinned from ear-to-ear. Fuck. Why did he have to be so endearingly sweet and cute and funny? For being so insufferably gorgeous, Maki was an idiot.
Not to mention, full of shit.
Here he was, face-to-face with the girl he liked and Maki had never for a second had enough courage to tell her how he felt. Where he got the balls from to give you advice to do the one thing he’d never been strong enough to do was a mystery.
But his words made you brave.
You grabbed the edge of the pool and dropped in. You were so nervous that the water’s chill barely got a reaction out of you and Maki definitely noticed. You moved a little closer to him and said, “Maki?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you.”
Now, with all due respect, Maki was an idiot, but he was not stupid. He was rather intelligent. But it took a whole minute for him to realize what you’d said, then connect it to the context he had just made. And his jaw dropped.
You watched his lips part. Maki had never looked so utterly dumbfounded in his entire life. And you’d been there for most of it.
You’d watched each other grow up, drifting farther apart when all you’d wanted was to be together.
Maki finally closed his mouth and asked, “Are you joking?”
Your heart sank deep into your stomach. “Huh?”
“Please. Tell me if this is a joke or a prank or something.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry, but…” you apologized, but truthfully, you were starting to get a little angry and defended, “You literally just told me to tell you how I feel.”
Maki called your name and started closing the distance between you. “I need you to tell me if you really want me.”
“I just told you I want you! How many times do I have to humiliate myself? Are you into that kind of thing?”
“I’m into you.”
Your eyes widened and in the next second, Maki was kissing you. The warmth of his body was already blending into yours as he cradled your head in his hands and stole another kiss from your lips.
Something broke inside both of you. From all the pining and longing to finally having what you always wanted, you were out of your mind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back with a fire and passion you’d never felt before.
Maki made a tiny noise. Despite the cold water, he was heating up by a million degrees. Warmth rushed through his body, straight to his cock.
The next few minutes were a blur. You kissed for what felt like days, then at some point you dragged Maki out of the pool with you. Leaving a trail of wet footprints through the house, you finally made it to your bedroom and stripped out of your soaked tee.
Maki whispered something under his breath, something in a language you didn't understand, before latching his lips to your neck and sucking beneath your ear. It caught you off-guard and you moaned, arching into his body and tangling a fist in his long hair.
And Maki really liked that reaction.
He squeezed his arms around you tighter and nibbled at the base of your throat, kissing and sucking, and shot a brief look toward your bed. He was tempted to shuffle you over to it, but he was mindful not to go too fast too soon.
A worry that was quickly dashed when you palmed his hard cock over his swimming trunks.
Maki broke from the sensitive skin beneath your ear to groan as you dipped your hand into his shorts and grabbed him. His hips rocked forward, seeking the warmth of your hand.
“You’re big,” you whispered in disbelief, fighting a giggle.
Reaching down to grip a handful of your ass, Maki released a shaky breath in your ear as you stroked him. You felt his fingers skim up your back and tapped the tied bow of your bikini top just before he asked, “Can I take this off?”
You nodded and Maki stripped it off you slowly, teasingly.
The moment his hands cupped your breasts and his thumbs teased over your nipples, you started moving backwards, drawing him with you until you fell onto the bed together. You grabbed his head and made Maki meet your kisses, humming when his tongue slipped into your mouth.
Maki grinded into you, kissing you even harder when your legs wrapped around his waist. He still couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening.
But here you were, dragging your fingers down his back and sucking on his tongue in your mouth.
Maki never stopped kissing or touching you as he pulled off his swimming trunks. His hard cock twitched when it rubbed against your clothed folds and Maki drifted his lips over your neck, whispering, “Can I take these off, too?”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, but when you said nothing, gulping loudly instead, Maki propped himself over you to look you in the eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
You shivered a little, nervous, and said in a small voice, “I’ve never...”
Maki once again needed a moment for your words to hit him. When they did, his eyes widened. “Oh.”
You nodded.
“Why not?” Maki asked curiously.
“I’ve fooled around before, but I’ve never... liked anyone enough to go all the way with them.”
Maki studied you and felt deeply out of place. Had he known this would happen - to be fair, never in his wildest dreams did he think you would invite him into your bed - he would have made this whole thing a romantic affair.
He was a hopeless romantic, after all.
You blinked up at Maki and added, “I always felt like something was missing.”
“And how about now?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more. Nothing’s missing.”
Maki smiled. He had already accepted he’d never wanted someone this badly either.
Heat warmed your cheeks. The way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. There was an adorable twinkle in his eyes that shone even brighter than the lust.
“I trust you, Maki,” you whispered, pulling him down and kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’m not worried.”
“I promise to go slow,” Maki said, pressing a kiss to your lips and another to your cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much or it hurts.”
“Okay,” you replied, biting your lip.
Maki began kissing his way down your body, spending extra time with his lips wrapped around your nipple, and stripped your swimsuit down your legs. You couldn’t help but press your legs together once he had, shy at being exposed, but Maki grabbed your knees and spread you apart for him, brushing his fingers down your inner thigh before slipping them between your folds.
A soft moan escaped you when his finger pressed inside you.
“Fuck,” Maki groaned. He thought he’d run out of patience, going mad at the feel of your body, but he quickly realized he’d gladly finger you for hours just to see how many orgasms he could coax out of you.
You squirmed on the bed, eyes winched closed as Maki worked you toward release. He started slow, adding another finger and picking up the pace. You could hear the wet squelch of your pussy clenching on his digits, especially when he hooked them against your sweet spot.
“Do you touch yourself?” Maki suddenly asked.
“Yes,” you told him, panting. You were too close to the edge to formulate a lie.
Maki smirked and bit his lip, dragging his fingers against your walls. “Do you think of me when you do it?”
“Y-yes,” you said, winding your fists in the blanket underneath you.
Maki chuckled darkly, a low sound that completely unraveled you. You tipped your head back and moaned, and Maki sped up, growling, “Come for me.”
Your body obeyed. You twisted on your side, crying out and burying your face in the blanket to muffle the sound. Maki kept pumping his fingers inside you, riding out your high, his thumb rubbing at your clit, while his other hand reached over to grab your jaw so he could pry you from hiding your noises.
Panting for breath, your body trembled and you blinked to clear your eyes. Maki withdrew his fingers from you and rolled you onto your back, making room for himself between your thighs. He coated his cock in your release, glistening with your slick.
You finally lifted your head to watch him lining his member with your entrance and a wave of nerves crashed over you, but you spread your legs and bent your knees, because you wanted him so badly you almost couldn’t stand it.
“Ready?” Maki asked, guiding the head of his cock into your pussy.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
You groaned with impatience. “Yes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”
Maki snickered. Then, he paled. “Shit. What the fuck am I doing?”
Confused, you met his eyes again. “What?”
“I gotta get a condom.”
You reached for him, grabbing his arms, and said, “I’m on the pill.”
Maki seemed to weigh that for a moment and you felt the tension leave his shoulders. He lowered onto you and crashed his lips on yours, winding his fingers into your hair.
You loved the weight of him on top of you. Feeling his cock against your folds, you grinded against him, enticing him to take you, and Maki groaned softly into your skin.
Burying his face in your neck, Maki snuck a hand down and palmed your sex. Then, you felt his cock finally pushing inside and you whimpered, clinging to him tightly as he stretched you open, coaxing himself into your core until he could go no further. When he broke through your resistance, you sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth.
Maki let out a deep moan once he was sheathed to the hilt and he left a gentle kiss in the crook of your neck. His breaths were staggered, much like yours. You were so tight it made him worry that he’d pushed your limits. “Does it hurt?”
A little at first, but you had no intention of telling him that. He would probably stop and that was the last thing you wanted. You shook your head and said, “No. It feels good. Just... please move.”
And you weren’t lying. It did feel good. You had no idea another person could fill you so completely. You already couldn’t imagine living without Maki’s body tangled with yours.
Maki drew his hips back and thrust in, and you locked your arms and legs around him. The way he was looking at you made your heart skip a beat. He couldn’t stop staring into your eyes, like he was hopelessly lost.
“What’s wrong?” you asked shakily.
Maki slowed a little, sinking into you deep and stopping. He brushed his lips over yours and whispered, “You’re just so beautiful.”
Heat rushed through you and you smiled up at him. Roaming your hands up his back, you carded your fingers into his hair and brought him down for a kiss, one he matched hungrily.
"You're taking me so well, baby," Maki parted from your lips long enough to say. "Tell me if it's too much."
You shook your head and held onto him a little tighter. "It will never be too much. I want it all."
Maki groaned, "Fuck," and dropped his head in the crook of your neck again, his hips canting forward like his body was on autopilot. It was mind-blowing; the wet heat of your sex drawing him in. He could feel you arching into him, making your walls flutter around his cock.
He loved that you wanted him as desperately as he wanted you. If you only knew how many times he fisted his cock, closed his eyes, and pretended it was you.
Little noises of pleasure mingled with your breaths, and Maki knew he was hitting the right spot. The spinning ceiling fan above blurred in your vision and you understood why Maki was hiding his face. Probably because his eyes were rolling back into his head, much like yours were. You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed the top of his shoulder, whispering, "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Maki panted harder with his pace, his rapid gasps cooling the sweat on your skin. Every now and then he would kiss or suck beneath your ear, at one point he clamped his teeth down at the base of your neck like he needed an outlet, because fuck, you were going to milk every last drop of cum out of him.
You cried out at a hard thrust and locked your legs around Maki's waist, trapping him against you. Passion and lust and instinct filled you from head-to-toe. All you knew in that moment was Maki's body was a high and you never wanted to come down. "Maki, I'm...," you stuttered.
Maki propped up on his hands and immediately leaned down to kiss you. His pace was hard and fast now, and you were eating it up. Your fingertips were set deep in his back and your legs were a vise around his hips. You were drawing him into you, matching his rhythm.
"Are you coming, baby?" Maki asked breathlessly, kissing you before you could answer, because your glistening swollen lips looked so goddamn kissable. He broke from the kiss and said, "I'm gonna come with you. Can I come inside?"
You nodded without missing a beat. You wanted that more than anything. You wanted to feel him, everything he had. Nothing held back.
"Are you sure?"
Nodding again, you realized he wanted - no, needed - to hear you say it. "Come inside me," you purred, reaching up to hold his head in your hands. "I want you to."
Maki's lips parted, his jaw slack, and he tipped his head back and bit his lip to fight a moan. It still escaped him anyway and the sound shot pleasure through every inch of you.
"Do that again," you said impatiently, grabbing his face again and making him look at you. "Don't be quiet. There's no one else here. Just you and me."
Maki realized too late that he was borderline whimpering every time he sank into your perfect pussy, in addition to panting like he couldn't get enough air. Your walls were gripping his cock so tight. Maki kept chanting in his mind that this was your first time and he had to be a gentleman, but damn it, you kept fucking him up with your voice and your touch, and your everything.
You smiled when he let out another string of curse words, his back arching as he snapped his hips between your legs, his cock driving in deep. You were riding another high that you could make him feel so insane. Already, you had a sneaking suspicion this boy was yours now.
"Please, come," Maki rasped, his nose brushing yours as he stole an open-mouthed kiss, a messy clash of tongues. "I can't... fuck, baby... you feel so good."
It was already building and you kept moving in tandem with his thrusts. Maki glanced down to watch where your bodies connected, his stiff cock vanishing inside you, your pretty breasts bouncing with his movements. Damn it, he should have sucked on your nipples and put your legs on his shoulders.
Next time, he thought. Right now, Maki could feel how close you were and he'd been fighting off his own orgasm for what felt like hours.
You started to squirm. Your hands tried to find purchase somewhere before settling on his waist, his skin scalding hot to the touch. "Maki," you sighed, repeating his name like it was all you knew.
"I got you, baby," he said affectionately, staring into your eyes and setting you on fire. "You're mine now."
The sound that burst out of your throat was pure ecstasy as you finished on his cock, the breath seizing in your lungs as your body tightened up and shook. Your eyes winched closed and your legs locked on Maki's hips hard enough to interrupt his pace, but he kept stroking you through the high as your cunt kneaded him.
You were vaguely aware of him chanting, "Fuck," and your body sending him into his own orgasm, making him release inside you. His voice pitched higher and he moaned as his thrusts turned hurried and frantic, his hands pressing down on your thighs so he could keep moving.
Maki devolved into a mess above you, shoving his cock into your spent pussy until he'd filled you with his load. The room echoed with his desperate sounds and strained breaths, and with one final shaky thrust, he collapsed on top of you.
Your eyes widened in surprise when he landed on your chest with a little grunt. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, stroking up and down his back to comfort him, and quipped, "Oh, god, I killed him."
Maki laughed, his breath hot on your neck.
You were grinning so hard your cheeks ached. As far as first times went, you couldn't imagine a better one.
Maki finally came to some of his senses and lifted up on his elbows. He pressed a swift kiss to the corner of your mouth and asked, "You sure I didn't hurt you?"
"I'm fine," you told him with a nod, stealing a kiss of your own. For a moment, you studied him - his swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, and his sparkly eyes. The boy was so fucked out, you wanted to brand this view of him into your mind forever. Nibbling your lip, you said, "Let's do it again."
Maki took one look at the excitement on your face and huffed, "You are going to kill me." Shaking his head and chuckling, he slipped out of you and dropped to his side, making the mattress bounce a little. "I gotta take you to dinner," he started bashfully.
You rolled right toward him and smashed your lips on his, stopping only to say, "We can order delivery."
Maki carded his fingers into your hair, kissing you back hotly. Things began heating up again when you shoved your tongue down his throat and straddled his lap. The moment he felt your slick, warm folds on his cock, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was hard again.
That thought was quickly dispelled by the sound of a door shutting.
"I'm home!" Fuma's familiar voice rang through the house.
Both you and Maki looked at each other with wide, terrified eyes.
"Oh, shit," said Maki, still holding onto your waist.
You were already jumping to your feet and looking for your clothes. The sudden reminder of soreness between your legs made you wobble and Maki was there, getting an arm around your waist and half-carrying you to the bathroom attached to your room.
"Hide," he told you under his breath, quickly scooping up your bikini and his own clothes. Maki had barely gotten his swimming trunks on when there was a little knock on your bedroom door, followed by it swinging open.
Fuma stopped in his tracks at the sight of an obviously disheveled Maki.
"Hi," Maki blurted, his voice cracking.
"Hi," Fuma said suspiciously. He peered around and understandably asked, "Why the hell are you in my sister's room?"
Maki had not prepared for this - this nightmare from hell scenario. He was still pussy drunk, to be honest. Blinking like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck, he fumbled around with his words and managed, "She's in the bathroom. Everything's fine. We went swimming."
Fuma glanced right past Maki at your bed, seeing it had clearly been used, and his eyes narrowed. "You're a dead man," he seethed.
"I know," Maki wheezed, accepting his fate.
Fuma was on his way to throttling Maki when you came out of the bathroom, clad in your fluffy pink robe, and yelled, "Fuma, don't you dare! You can't murder my boyfriend!"
"Boyfriend?!" Fuma exclaimed, his eyes full of shock, but mostly fury. "I think the fuck not."
You approached him slowly, mainly trying to hide your wobbly steps, and said, "I'm really happy. Don't ruin this for me."
Maki was staring at you like you were some kind of unicorn, but most of all, he was over the moon that you'd called him your boyfriend. He wanted to bounce around the room and celebrate. Fuma's gaze kept him pinned, deflating the pride that had filled his chest.
Fuma was not convinced. Folding his arms and glancing between the two of you, his expression full of scrutiny like he was judge, jury, and executioner rolled into one very angry brother, he asked, "How long has this been going on?"
"Oh, this was the first time we had sex. I promise," Maki said hurriedly, making you facepalm so hard the sound of the slap filled the room.
Fuma closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I have to kill him," he hissed.
"No," you said sharply, bracing a hand on your brother's chest. You softened, "Please, Fuma. He's just dumb."
"Thanks," Maki deadpanned.
You shot him a look and flirted, "I like my men dumb."
Maki flushed and bit his lip to hide a grin. For you, he would be the dumbest motherfucker that ever lived.
After a pause, Fuma pointed between you and your new boyfriend and said, "There's going to be rules about this."
Rules that you would inevitably break, no doubt, but you and Maki nodded, willing to play along if it kept Fuma from being murderous.
"You guys can't be doing it here," Fuma said gruffly. "Because walking in on this..., has taken years off my life. I need a cigarette and a beer."
You snorted. "Don't just waltz into my room then."
"Yeah, five minutes ago you would have gotten a front row view to my ass cheeks," Maki joked, trying to ease some of the tension with humor.
Fuma frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes again, his jaw clenching. "I'm gonna need you not to speak," he snapped.
You glided over to Maki and put a hand on his shoulder, saying, "Babe, let me handle the talking from now on, okay?"
Maki nodded, already lighting up with your simple touch. He glanced down at you in the bathrobe, remembered why you were naked underneath, and quickly started thinking about other things to avoid getting bricked up in front of his best friend.
With one more steadying breath, Fuma looked at you and simmered. "You're happy?"
You beamed at him and nodded. "Yeah, I really am."
"Alright," he said, resigned. Then, he pointed at Maki. "You break her heart, I break your balls."
Not trusting himself to speak again, Maki gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. Hell, if one of you was going to get hurt, he'd make damn sure it was him.
Fuma cleared out quickly. He was uncomfortable, you could tell. Maki was his best friend, after all. They would definitely need to work things out friendship-wise, but at least in the meantime, you'd convinced him to spare your lover's life.
With your brother gone, Maki didn't hesitate to loop his arms around your waist and tug you close to him. "Boyfriend, huh?" Maki teased, arching his brows.
You giggled, practically melting into his touch. "I saved your life, you know," you retorted, draping your arms across his shoulders and meeting his oncoming kisses.
After getting his fill, Maki kneaded your hips and asked, "So, your first time - how was it?"
"It was perfect," you said with a smile that warmed Maki down to his core.
in which maki earns his way to the top of the werewolf food chain and you are all he wants. or - the one where maki steals you as his mate.
wc: 7k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), maki is a munch, he also swears a lot, rough sex, creampie, werewolf mating, size kink, minors do not interact!
Maki was convinced he was in hell.
Sitting on his bed, rubbing at his brows, he knew he could leave and then he wouldn’t be able to hear any more, but something stopped him.
Those little noises you were making.
Being a werewolf had certain perks. Like speed and stamina, but also inhuman hearing and smell. Which meant not only could Maki hear you getting dicked down, he could smell your arousal.
And he wanted it so bad he was losing his mind.
You gripped the blanket below you with both fists. It took all of your strength just to stay in place and endure Yudai’s ruthless pace. Not that you would have gotten far given the brutal hold he had on your hips.
Spreading your thighs a little farther, you arched your back even more, the way you knew he liked, and as if on cue, Yudai groaned and kneaded your hips.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Want all that dick in you, huh?”
There were a lot of things you wanted from him, but for now this would suffice. So you nodded.
On the other side of the wall, Maki fell back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. From what he could hear, Yudai was tearing your shit up and you were exactly where you wanted to be. It was a steady rhythm of skin meeting skin, followed by your pretty moans, and the occasional grunt from Yudai.
Maki frowned, and despite how painfully hard his cock was, he didn’t touch it. There was no way in hell he would jack off to any pleasure Yudai was having.
As far as Maki was concerned, you could do a lot better than Yudai. But he understood that your son kept you coming back to him. Yudai wasn’t a good boyfriend. Being alpha of the pack would always come first, but he was an incredible father.
And at some point, you’d decided that was enough.
No matter how much you grappled with your feelings for Yudai, he always brought you to ecstasy on his cock, never slowing his primal claiming of your body even as you shivered with sensitivity and slumped forward on the bed.
Yudai kept your hips in his hands, keeping you raised for his use, and as your cunt kneaded his walls, he released inside you with a throaty groan, burying himself balls deep in your heat.
Your body was spent and you let yourself sink deeper into the mattress, but your heart and your mind were still active. They weren’t at peace. Yudai could only satisfy your body and nothing else.
Yudai brushed his hands over your waist in appreciation before gripping your hips and sliding his softening cock from your core, hissing at the hold your body had on him. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “Can’t wait for your next heat. Gonna put another one in you.”
You set your jaw, let a heavy pause fill the air, and then said, “I don’t want that.”
Yudai was clambering off the bed to find his pants, but stopped in his tracks and looked to you sharply. “You don’t want another baby?”
“No.”
Scratching the back of his head, Yudai was genuinely confused. You used to beg him to fill you up with his babies. When you became pregnant with his son, Yudai had never seen you so happy, so radiant.
“What did I do?” Yudai asked.
You finally willed yourself to get up and start dressing. “You didn’t do anything,” you hesitated, because it was a lie. Well, almost. It’s not anything he did. It was all the things he didn’t do.
He didn’t romance you. He didn’t take you on dates. He didn’t introduce you as his mate or his partner or his girlfriend. You were just his son’s mother.
To Yudai’s credit, he thought he’d been operating in the boundaries of the relationship you had created. When Kai was born, he became your focus - your world. You and Yudai both poured everything you had into being the parents neither of you ever had.
“I just thought he’ll be two soon. You said you’d want him to have a sibling around this age.”
You nodded. “I know what I said. I’m just… rethinking some things. That’s all.”
Yudai leveled his eyes at you. His heart started beating faster, his chest filling with fire. His voice was a low, wolfish growl when he said, “You want another one - just not with me.”
Planting your feet, you pulled your shirt on and turned to him. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Yudai,” you told him sternly. “I’m not a wolf boy. You have no command over me.”
Yudai’s lips spread in a grin, a soft chuckle leaving him. “None of them will touch you. They won’t challenge me,” he warned.
It was your turn to smile. “You underestimate what men will do for pussy, Yudai. You should know that better than anyone.”
And with that, you brushed past him and marched out the door, leaving a nervous and wounded Yudai in your wake. Nothing stirred him up more than someone wanting what belonged to him.
His position or his woman.
Maki had moved from the bed to the wall joining his room with Yudai’s. He’d been more keen on the conversation than the sex, for obvious reasons.
He gathered that you were not satisfied with Yudai. And you knew you had other options. Both of these things worked to his advantage in his plan to claim you.
A week passed without incident. Then another. You and Yudai parented Kai like nothing was amiss. His home already was different than others. He lived in a house with his mother, his father, and his father’s friends. He was too young to know wolf magic was in his blood, but he would learn in time.
For Kai, he just had three different uncles that spoiled him.
The boys, on the other hand, knew something had changed. The air around you and Yudai was charged and tasted bitter on their tongues. You weren’t letting Yudai touch you anymore and he didn’t hide how much that soured his mood.
Maki watched you like he was learning your every move. Living with someone revealed a lot. Maki knew you were a romantic. He knew you were also bored out of your mind. And he knew you wanted sex, given you were pleasuring yourself at night rather than go to Yudai for release anymore.
You would catch Maki staring at you every now and then, but it didn’t bother you. He never invaded your space or made you uncomfortable. You could smell that he wanted you, but all the boys carried that scent on them to some degree. You were a young fertile female. They were hot-blooded males. It was just biology.
So long as they didn’t act on it in front of your son, you didn’t have an issue.
Then, Maki disappeared.
Suddenly, he wasn’t around anymore. You asked Nico and Euijoo about him, and they said he had personal business to attend to. Occasionally, he’d pop back up, but he wasn’t friendly so you stayed clear of him.
Then, one day, Maki was there again and he was just like the wolf boy you’d always known.
Maki came around the counter in the kitchen, holding a spoon in his hand, and said, “Try this.”
You barely had enough time to open your mouth before he slipped it inside. The sweet flavor filled your senses and you hummed. “Is that… apple pie?” you asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, I’ve been working on it all morning. You said you’d been craving it,” Maki told you nonchalantly.
You followed him into the kitchen, seeing the apple pie fresh out of the oven on the counter. It didn’t look pretty. It was kinda lopsided, but you didn’t care. It tasted delicious. “You made this for me?”
Maki nodded and handed you the spoon. “You and Kai, of course. Enjoy.”
You watched him grab his keys and leave without another word. Standing there in a bit of shock, you almost felt tears prick your eyes.
Someone had remembered something you’d said. And not only that, he’d made it for you.
Kai ate his slice of pie like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. You smiled at him as you cleaned the stickiness from his face, then kissed his chubby cheeks. When Maki returned, Kai hurried out of your lap to race over to him and hug Maki’s legs.
“He loved the pie,” you called out, bringing the dishes to the kitchen.
Maki lifted Kai up and hugged him. “Awe, you’re welcome, my guy.”
After setting your son down, Maki eyed you before joining you in the kitchen where you washed the dishes.
“I can’t remember the last time someone made something for me,” you said in a quiet voice.
“I’m sorry. I guess when there’s a cute baby around getting all the attention, people forget Mama has needs too.”
You turned your attention to him, wondering if you were imagining the little edge to his voice. The scent of him desiring you wasn’t unheard of, you’d come to expect it from the boys. But this was different. He didn’t want you in the way Yudai did.
Maki could see the storm building in your eyes and he came closer, lowering his voice to say, “Come out with me tonight.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere. It doesn’t matter to me. Wherever you want.”
You were quickly at war with yourself. Glancing in Kai’s direction, you said, “I can’t just pick up and leave my son.”
“There are three other people that live here that can watch him. If I can watch him while Yudai has his way with you, he can watch him while I take you out for some air.”
Bristling a little, because it felt like he was attacking your agency for a moment, you hissed, “Your jealousy just came out. He doesn’t have his way with me.”
“No? When’s the last time he didn’t take you on your hands and knees?”
Your lips parted. Maki knew too much about you. And your relationship with Yudai. You could sense it and it unnerved you, because Maki was an alpha too. He was just younger and eventually, Yudai would chase him out when he became a threat.
It seemed that day was rapidly approaching.
“Are you saying you would be any different? I can smell you too, you know. You would get me in the same position just to breed me. You wolf boys are all the same,” you said with some disdain.
Maki leaned deeper into your space, but you didn’t fold. He loved the defiance and strength in your face. “I’m not like him,” Maki whispered. “If you could really see me, you would know I would get on my knees for you if you asked.”
Your eyes widened and flickered. “I don’t believe you,” you breathed a moment later, but your heart wasn’t in it. You so desperately wanted to see him on his knees. He radiated strength and power. The idea that such a creature would willingly submit to you had your blood turning to fire in your veins.
Maki cocked his head and smirked. Then, slowly but surely he sank to his knees in front of you.
Your eyes were even bigger now and you darted them to the living room, seeing your son playing with his toys. You and Maki were behind the counter, which meant that Maki was now completely out of Kai’s view. That was a relief, because you would have fled the scene otherwise.
Maki brushed his hands up your legs, settling them on your hips just as he brought his face to your clothed sex and kissed you there. Your lashes fluttered. It was a brief, simple contact and yet you felt alive again. Like something that had been sleeping inside you for years was waking up again.
Your wolf.
Maki rose back up to full height, the warmth of his breath on your brow. You wanted to hold onto him. To feel his muscles beneath your fingertips, but you dared not touch him. You didn’t trust yourself to stop there. Everything inside you wanted to claim this man.
“Come with me and I swear, I’ll be on my knees for you all night long.”
You opened your mouth to answer, “Yes,” but you didn’t get the chance. The front door opened and you backed away from Maki instinctively just as Yudai and Euijoo walked in. Yudai, as usual since the two of you fought, ignored you completely to rush to Kai and lift him into the air. Euijoo gave you a sympathetic look before going about his business.
That was the nail in the coffin for you. You looked to Maki, who hadn’t taken his gaze off you for a moment, and said, “Okay.”
Maki grinned victoriously and slipped away.
For the first time in years, you found yourself getting dressed up. You did your hair and makeup. You pulled out your jewelry that had been sitting for almost two years. It went without saying you wouldn’t trade Kai for the world, but over the past two years of just being his mother, you lost yourself.
Today felt like seeing an old friend again.
You came out in the navy blue dress and felt the years melt away. Slipping on your shoes, they clicked across the floors as you made your way to the living room.
“Mommy, you look beautiful!” Kai exclaimed, as if seeing you for the first time. He scurried around the couch to you.
Having heard him, Yudai glanced in your direction and his heart stopped. You were stunning. To him, you were a beautiful woman always, but… you looked like the girl he’d chased all those years ago.
Giving Kai a big hug, your eyes getting watery at his compliments, you saw Yudai approaching you and smoothed out your dress.
“Where are you off to?” Yudai asked softly.
“Fresh air,” you replied. “I need to be myself again for a little while.”
Yudai processed that and nodded. After a pause, he said, “I never meant to take her away from you.”
“You didn’t,” you told him quickly. “I lost her, but today - for the first time in a while - I saw her in the mirror.”
Yudai smiled briefly. He was conflicted. Seeing the light back in your face, he wanted you all to himself, but he knew he would dim your fire. "I know things are over between us," Yudai whispered.
Emotion tensed your face. You looked at Yudai seriously then. Part of you would always love him - he gave you your baby boy. "I wouldn't trade Kai for anything. You know that," you told him solemnly.
"I know." Yudai slowly leaned in and kissed your brow, lingering there a moment before pulling away and going to the son you shared.
You stood there, watching them together. It was a weird feeling; knowing that you and Yudai weren't forever. You'd known when he courted you that he wasn't your mate, but he'd had such a strong command of your body that you knew you were meant to bring Kai into the world with him.
There was so many things you wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come.
Sensing you, Yudai looked to you and said, "Go ahead, Mama. We're okay."
At his words, Kai grinned at you and waved.
"You're an amazing father, Yudai," you said, and meant it with your whole heart. Yudai smiled, a silent understanding passing between you that maybe you were always meant to be friends that put your son first.
You said your goodbyes and left, flushing when you stepped outside and Maki was waiting. When he opened your door for you, your heart skipped a beat. You were a sucker for little gestures like that.
There was a pleasant tension in the sleek sports car as Maki drove. You knew he came from money, but you never knew how much. Maki had come to live with the boys when his wolf form woke. It had been Yudai that taught him how to control it.
You felt a little guilty then, thinking about Yudai. Looking to Maki, you were the one to break the silence. “Is this your way of challenging Yudai?”
Maki chuckled. “I’ve already challenged him and won.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief. “When was this?”
“Away from you, and Kai. You don’t tolerate violence around him. For good reason.”
You still couldn’t wrap your head around this. Maki had challenged Yudai… and won? You knew the day was coming that Maki would grow into his own role as a werewolf. Yudai knew it too. Once upon a time, Yudai had been a young wolf too that challenged his alpha.
That explained why Maki had vanished into thin air. If he’d actually beaten Yudai, he wouldn’t be allowed to live with the pack anymore.
And it explained the feeling of finality between you and Yudai when you'd left.
“H-How?” You were struggling to find the words. To you, Yudai was insurmountable. You’d accepted you would always be attached to him. No man was powerful enough to take you from him.
Maki rolled to a stop light and looked to you, a soft smile on his lips. “What do you mean how? You know how wolves make pecking orders.”
“Are you stronger than him?” That idea had your head spinning and your heart racing. You imagined two enormous beasts tearing each other to shreds for the right to claim you.
Maki reached over and took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as if to soothe you. “It’s not about being stronger than him. We’re pretty even in that way. But I guess I’m more… merciless.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, realizing you were his prize, being carried back to his lair to devour. Sinking your teeth into your lip, you turned your head away, feeling heat race up your neck and into your cheeks. You couldn’t meet his eyes at the moment.
Maki watched you turn from him and cross your legs. He could smell your arousal and the wolf inside him thrummed, happy at pleasing his mate. Because that’s what you were to him - his mate, and from now on, you belonged solely to him.
The sleek car pulled into the driveway of a modern, expensive-looking condo. Much newer than the flat you shared with Yudai’s pack. Maki came around to your door and opened it for you, taking your hand and leading you inside.
You couldn’t help but feel all that you had been missing. The way Maki treated you was vastly different from Yudai. Maki was a gentleman, handling you like he knew he was much stronger than you, but you could feel the respect bleeding out of him too. It made you burn with lust, but also something mixing into adoration. You stared up at Maki with stars in your eyes like he was some kind of rarity.
Maki ushered you into his condo and watched you wander inside. You looked around as if assessing the space. Could you be happy here? More importantly, was this a safe space you could raise your babies?
Babies…, that thought made you stop. You only had one baby. Why were you already thinking of more?
“So, does it pass?” Maki asked sheepishly.
You faced him and smiled, scratching your head. “Sorry, I just… I never thought I would leave there.”
Maki made a face, something compassionate. He closed the distance between you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your brow. “I only challenged him for you,” Maki whispered reverently. “I don’t care about being at the top of the werewolf food chain. But I knew that was what I had to do, so I could bring you home.”
Goddamnit, you were melting on the spot. You peered up at Maki with so much lust and longing, it consumed you from head to toe. As he leaned in to claim your lips, you pressed a hand to his chest and whispered, “I remember something about you being on your knees for me, Maki.”
To your surprise, your mate smirked. Then, he lifted you into the air and carried you into the living room, setting you down on the sofa.
Without hesitation, he sank to his knees between your legs.
You wanted to pinch yourself. Not only had this man defeated the strongest werewolf you’d ever met just so he could claim you, but he had every right by your kind to take you on any surface he pleased as his reward, and instead, he was on his goddamn knees.
Maki slipped his hands under your dress and returned with your panties, dragging them down your legs painfully slow. He roamed his hands over your thighs, steering them to his shoulders, touching you with patient intent like he was savoring his reward. His eyes never left yours as he brought his face to your pussy and kissed your folds.
Bolts of pleasure coursed through you and your hands flew to his hair, cradling the back of his head. Maki began making out with your sex, drawn out and languid, letting the scent and taste of you fill him. Your eyes rolled and you tipped your head back, your moans filling the quiet house. It had been weeks since you were touched and even longer since you’d had a man’s mouth on you; you were so sensitive, every kiss from him down there was torturous.
Big, strong hands kneaded your hips. The wet pops of Maki eating you out had your toes curling. “Fuck, baby,” you whined, your jaw unhinged, noises of pleasure tearing out of you at a steady pace. “Are you hard for me?”
Maki groaned against your pussy, digging his fingers a little deeper into the flesh of your hips. He was sucking you dry like it was his profession. Honestly, Maki had only planned to prep you for his dick this way, but now that he was here, Maki found he really liked being on his knees with his mouth on your pussy.
“Wanna come on your dick,” you breathed, your voice soft and pliant. Clamping your thighs on his head, you tried to push at his face with your hand, but Maki exerted a little strength and you realized he would part from your cunt when he was good and ready.
Which was not anytime soon.
Still not saying a word, Maki shook his head and ate you out greedily. His hands abandoned your hips to slip further up your dress and settled on your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
Your eyes rolled again and you cried out for him. You moved against him now, bucking your sex into his face. When Maki pinched your nipples, you squeaked, the pleasure pooling in the core of your body until you were shaking.
Maki didn’t stop until you came, your howl of his name filling the condo. You gripped his hair tight at the roots, making Maki growl as he lapped up at your slick, working you through the high and not stopping even when you begged him for mercy.
At long last, you slumped back into the couch. Maki brushed his hands on the outside of your legs, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before licking up your slit one more time. Seeing you twitch and shiver made him grin devilishly.
Still staring up at the ceiling, reeling from the orgasm, you heard Maki fiddling with his belt and glanced down to see him rising between your legs. He propped his arms on opposite sides of your waist and leered over you, his big hard cock rubbing against your sex.
“This what you want?” Maki teased darkly.
You tried not to gawk at his big dick, watching Maki let it lay on you, his balls flush against your folds. He was letting you see just how deep his length was going to be inside you, like he was giving you one last chance to change your mind.
Instead, you nodded and spread your legs invitingly.
Maki bit his lip, his cock twitching at your submission. You were all he could smell and taste, completely consumed by you, and Maki knew he was exactly where he wanted to be. Lilting his hips, letting the head of his cock press against your sensitive clit, he taunted, “Wondering how all of this dick is gonna fit in your tight cunt, baby.”
You grabbed his head and pulled him down for a kiss, the edge taken off of your need by the slightest bit when you felt the weight of him on top of you. Your walls ached for him, ready to be stretched and filled.
Maki scooped you up in his arms, popped your legs around his waist, and carried you to his bedroom. As he did, you pulled your dress over your head and tossed it away. You made a noise when he pushed you onto the mattress, holding onto his arms, and whimpered when the head of his cock notched into your entrance.
Swallowing to wet your throat, you whispered, “Beg me.”
“Hm?” Maki hummed, acting like he hadn’t heard you.
You fisted your hand in his hair, bringing his lips to yours. You could taste your orgasm on his tongue and you stopped stealing a kiss from him to say, “Beg me for it.”
Maki grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, raking his eyes over your body. He arched his hips back and forth, stroking his cock against your folds. “Tell me when to put it in,” he said in a low voice, but you could hear him trying to hold onto some control.
Meanwhile, you needed more control. You hadn’t had any for as long as you could remember. “That’s not begging,” you taunted, bending your knees. You looped your legs on his hips, trying to draw him into you.
A wolfish growl rumbled in Maki’s chest. He met your eyes, full of fire. There was nothing he wanted more than to submit to you. You were the one person in the world he would. Even beneath him, having made his place between your legs, your hands trapped above your head, you had the look of someone that wasn’t vulnerable, wasn’t being tamed.
“Please,” Maki coaxed, his hips doing a heat-seeking thrust a little harder. He was so hard, his cock twitched. He ached to be inside you, to the point of losing his sanity. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to fuck you.
“More.”
“Please, let me have you. Let me take you. I promise, I’ll make you feel so good. Please, baby.”
Your pussy clenched on nothing. Your whole body tightened with arousal. “Fuck me,” you whispered, narrowing your eyes on him.
The moment he had permission, Maki shifted his hips, bringing the head of his cock to your pussy. He pushed in slowly, feeling you open up for him, and watched his dick sheathe inside you.
Meanwhile, you winched your eyes closed and moaned. It seemed like an eternity passed for him to finally stop pressing into you. He was so big, you could feel him kissing your cervix. It was all worth it for the face he made at the feel of your velvet walls wrapping around his cock.
“Okay?” Maki asked, his voice shaky.
“You’re so deep,” you moaned, your legs squirming on his hips. You couldn’t stay still. It was too much.
Maki leaned in and kissed your neck, drawing his hips back and thrusting into you slowly. “Good girl,” he whispered when you moaned his name, your walls fluttering around his cock.
You were fucked out already. Every stroke of his cock had your toes curling. How he could fill you so perfectly and completely, kept your jaw slack and little nothings spilling from your lips. Maki was carving out a place for himself inside you that no man would ever be able to fill.
Maki steered your hands to his waist and wrapped his arms around you, both of you chest-to-chest, hearts beating together in sync. “Look at you. You’re so perfect. You should be worshipped every night of your life.”
“Please, come inside me,” you whimpered, digging your fingers into his back. “I need it.”
“I will, baby.”
Your sounds of pleasure filled his room. Music to Maki’s ears. At long last, he was the one buried inside you, making love to you like you deserved. The way you stared into his eyes melted him on the spot. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.
And he would be hell on earth if anyone tried to take you from him.
“You’re mine now,” Maki growled in your ear, pressing hot kisses down your neck.
You arched into him, trying to drag him even deeper into you with your hands in his back and your legs around his hips, but Maki was intentionally stroking inside you, lilting his hips until he found your sweet spot.
He saw your eyes flicker and knew he’d hit the jackpot. Soon your moans turned to desperate whimpers.
“There. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Maki.”
“Come for me, baby,” Maki purred, like you weren’t rending him inside and out with your body. For now, his focus was on you.
He kept that delicious pace, rocking into you, his hips fitting into yours, his cock dragging against your walls, making you see stars. At his command, you felt yourself clamp down on him, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you hadn’t felt in years.
Everything went hazy. You could hear Maki coaxing you through it. You felt him holding onto you tighter, his lips on your neck. You were soaring into some ungodly high before crash landing back into his bed.
Maki propped himself over you, going still to watch you shiver and shake underneath him, your pussy kneading his dick like it wanted to suck every drop out of him.
All in good time.
The moment you blinked to clear your eyes and met Maki’s gaze again, he was on you, crushing you under his weight and kissing you ravenously, stopping between kisses only to say, “I fucking love you.”
You held onto him for dear life as he took his pleasure from your body, chasing his own end. The mattress creaked and the frame slid a little across the floor from his pace, but you took everything he had to give, stars appearing in your vision again.
Finally, Maki groaned, the sound cut off by a whine when he emptied himself inside you, his hot load coating your walls and making you clench on him again. You panted for air, pressing a kiss or two to his shoulder, running your fingers down his hot skin. He was burning to the touch, his feelings for you filling him with fire.
The two of you slumped into the bed, the room quiet save for your heavy breathing in sync. The silence didn’t last long. You were straddling Maki’s waist like you were on borrowed time and playing with his cock until he was hard again.
His hands traced your body as you rode him, squeezing your breasts, kneading your hips. Maki stared up at you in worship and you knew when you saw the heat in his eyes that this man would kill for you.
Neither of you said much, but him confessing his love to you still echoed in your ears. As you kept arching on top of him, your hand braced on his chest, right over his racing heart, you thought about all the moments you’d had with him. How he treated you. How he paid attention to you. How you always felt so safe with him. The times he made you laugh. The days he took such good care of your son. The way he’d fallen to his knees for you without hesitation.
And the reality that Maki had conquered everything and everyone known to your kind just "so I could bring you home."
“I love you too,” you breathed out, catching a glimpse of the emotion on Maki’s face before you leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around you snugly, like he had no intention of ever letting go, and moaned into your mouth when he came inside you again.
You stayed on him this time, not ready to feel him parted from you even as he went soft. You were riding a different high, like you’d found the other half of your soul. The heart that was meant to beat in time with yours. You couldn’t let go. You kept your head on his chest, letting his warmth burn into your skin.
“We should probably stop,” Maki whispered after a moment, but his heart wasn’t in it. You could tell he was saying it for your benefit.
Already you were tapped into your mate, feeling his emotions and intentions.
You chuckled softly, still holding onto him. “Why?”
“If we keep going,” Maki said, then paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. “...I can tell I’m sending you into heat.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too.”
Maki brushed his hands tenderly up your back, cradling you like you were made of glass and turning with you in his arms until you were both back on the bed, face-to-face. He cupped your cheek, meeting your eyes, and kissed you gently.
“Put your baby in me, Maki,” you sighed, kissing him back hard.
Maki groaned. There was nothing he wanted more.
“You took care of everything else. I’m ready when you are.” You were so far gone. Your body was screaming for his seed. The thought of your belly swelling with his baby had your heart fluttering.
Licking his lips, Maki kissed you slowly. Eventually, he pulled back and said, “I kinda wanted to date you for a little while first.”
Your cheeks flushed with heat. Winding your fingers in his hair, you replied, “It’s nine months for a baby, you know. That’s plenty of time for dates.”
Maki heaved a sigh. You were winning him over. Of course, he wanted to breed you then and there, but he didn’t want to waste a moment of time that could be spent on you and him together.
“Maki,” you purred, dragging your lips over his jaw. “Every day, you’re gonna take me out. And every night, we’re going to end up right back here, having this same conversation, because like it or not, we’re mates and every time you make love to me, you’re going to send me into heat.”
“Goddamnit, you’re right,” Maki groaned, burying his face in your neck and hugging you tightly.
You grinned. He was so loving and considerate you almost wanted to cry. “Think of it this way,” you started, stroking his shoulders in comfort. “I won’t show for at least three months. All the places we want to go and things we want to do, we can. There’s plenty of time for you to romance me before the baby comes.”
Maki pulled back, something different in his eyes now. “I want this so bad.”
“I know. I do too.”
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
You nodded.
Maki pressed one more kiss to your lips in parting before gathering you in his arms and lifting you up. You weren’t surprised when he steered you onto your hands and knees on the bed, crowding behind you. You spread your legs instinctively, gripped onto the blanket with your fists, and arched your back.
When Maki grabbed your hips in his big hands and impaled you on his cock, the mood completely shifted. He didn’t fuck your brains out like you expected, he eased his length back and forth in your pussy, always to the tip, never fully pulling out of you. He did it over and over, never speeding up or slowing down.
Eventually, your upper half was down on the mattress, just your ass in the air. You kept biting down on the blanket, your howl of his name muffled by the material. Maki wasn’t working you to an orgasm, he was coaxing your body to breed.
First, you felt the cramping and you warned Maki. His hands slid up your hips to your waist, making his thrusts a little faster and much deeper. The head of his cock kept kissing your cervix, but she wasn’t receptive to it yet. You whimpered, hiding your face in the blankets again to moan. It was heaven and hell at the same time. You weren’t moving any closer to the edge and your cunt was getting sensitive and sore.
“Open up for me, baby,” Maki said softly, but there was dominance in his tone. He was talking to both you and your wolf at the same time.
You shook your head and panted, “I can’t. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You told me you were ready.”
You remembered you did. It felt like ages ago. You’d lost track of how long he’d been stuffing you full of his cock, but you didn’t want him to stop.
The cramping grew stronger, deeper. Humans may have ovulated in cycles, but wolves could only do it under the right circumstances. And with the right partner. You were no match for a dominant male with patience.
It was the same for Maki. He wasn’t getting near the edge either, but he was so hard he couldn’t see straight. And he was hyper attuned to your every move and the changes in your scent. The more he sank into your heat, the more your cervix softened against his intrusion.
“Maki,” you whined, throwing yourself back on him.
He knew you were getting close. Bringing a hand to the nape of your neck, Maki pinned you there and rutted his big cock into your pussy, a wet slap echoing through the room each time he bottomed out. He couldn’t let you speed things up. Your body had to ovulate first.
Little nothings spilled from your mouth. You were begging him to fuck you, to please get you to another high. You were just a creature of need now, out of your mind, listening only to your body and how good he made her feel.
Maki clasped your hip with his other hand and fucked you deep, barely drawing back. “There it is,” he said almost inaudibly after a moment and you felt him reach even deeper in you than you thought possibly.
Then that familiar tug deep in your womb, sharp. The next moment, pressure, deep and heavy. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you cried out Maki’s name, feeling your insides welcoming him and his load with an eagerness you’d only felt once before.
Maki grunted and groaned, tipping his head back and moaning at the sudden grip your cunt had on his cock. He could barely catch his breath before you came, your walls kneading him.
Your lips were parted, but no sound came out. The edges of your vision grew dark and blurry. You felt your body spasm followed by Maki’s cock swelling and catching inside you, his knot getting stuck right inside your opening. His cum filled your womb where it belonged and you swore you’d never felt so full.
You went slack on the mattress, pliant and satisfied. Maki’s hand lifted from the nape of your neck, his burly arms propping him above you. The two of you were locked together, completely sapped of energy and strength. Maki glanced down where your bodies connected and gave his hips an experimental shift, making you hiss through your teeth.
“Sorry,” he quickly apologized. “It’s my first time doing this.”
You reached back for one of his hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before bringing it around to your chest to hold like you needed something to anchor you back to sanity. “Just try to stay still,” you told him tiredly. “You did really well.”
“It’s like I was on autopilot.”
You snickered. “The wolf always knows.”
Maki shook his head, trying to get the damp hair off his brow. The sweat was beginning to cool on his skin. His cock was still throbbing inside you and it felt so good Maki didn’t know what to do with himself. Needing an outlet, he very carefully leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your shoulder.
“Maki,” you warned, shifting ever so slightly underneath him. Still holding onto his hand, you sucked in a breath when he palmed your breast, your fingers laced through his.
Your heartbeat was between your legs, your cunt pulsing on his length locked inside. With him still there, the pressure never went slack. You felt your breaths quickening again, along with your pulse, and you whimpered.
“Shit,” Maki cursed, his body suddenly shaking as he released inside you again, his eyes rolling back in his head at the height of his orgasm.
You were right there with him, ecstasy coursing through your veins. A surge of hormones rushed through your blood, making you feel like you’d reached the peak again. Pleasant cramps settled deep in your belly, your cunt milking his cock once more.
The sound that came out of you was the most incredible thing Maki had ever heard. He squeezed your breast in his hand and sucked at your neck. How he was going to leave the bedroom after this night was a serious concern of his. He didn’t want to be parted from you again for a second.
“Holy fuck,” Maki groaned, gasping for air, his breath hot on your skin. “What was that?”
“It was new for me too,” you told him, all the thunder gone from your voice. You knew you were only a few seconds away from drifting off, weirdly comforted by the thought that you would be locked tightly to your mate in sleep.
Maki paused. Then, he said, “Is it bad that I kinda hope this didn’t take tonight? Maybe we need to practice for a couple days.”
your job was easy, but hiding what was going on between maki and you wasn’t.
tags - maki humping u like a needy dog lmao, exhibitionism, dubcon
this was a request! hope everyone enjoys hehe! loooved seeing the request.. will be posting the other two mentioned in the ask within the next few days~
maki grew bolder every time you two would do his makeup. at first, it was light touches on your thighs, hips, or even your arms.
“your skin is so soft,” he would whisper to you, whilst touching any part of your exposed flesh, sending shivers down your spine. you would try to focus on his makeup, but your breath would quicken, your heart would race.
you never stopped him, though, so his hands started to wander.
he would hold your waist when you leaned over him, saying he didn’t “want you to fall,” but the face he was making told you otherwise. his thumb rubbing small circles under your shirt, touching your bare skin.
you started deliberately wearing more exposing clothing, giving him better access to grope you. shorter skirts, or ripped jeans so his rough hands could easily paw at your thighs.
he was constantly teasing you. whether it be gripping your thighs, his finger ghosting your cunt, or squeezing the plush of your ass. his hand would slide underneath your short, but not too short, skirt while speaking to you as if he wasn’t touching the wet spot that had formed on your panties. his fingers would tug at your underwear, he loved seeing the scared look on your face as you glanced around the room, seeing if anyone was looking.
“maki, we can’t— this isn’t—“ any time you would try to make him stop, he would give you big sad puppy eyes. you couldn’t resist him, you needed this job.
you always tried focusing on his makeup, but you just couldn’t. you kept making mistakes, his touches making your knees feel like jelly. everyone would have to wait on him, since you had to restart his makeup so many times. you would profusely apologize, knowing no one would believe you if you stated the real reason. not that you wanted to tell, or this to stop.
you were often side eyed, or just given dirty looks. you knew people had caught on, often hearing people whispering your name. you tried to ignore them, not wanting to fight back as you couldn’t afford to risk your job.
you struggled as you were trying to do his eye makeup. for some reason you just couldn’t get the angle right. maki could tell, a smirk forming as an idea popped into his head. you were so focused, you barely noticed his hands grabbing your hips, or him pulling you down fast.
“what are you—,” you yelped as you fell hard, landing right in the middle of his lap. heads turned at the noise, a deep red spreading across your cheeks as embarrassment hit. maki looked completely unfazed, sitting patiently waiting for you to continue.he held your waist down, leaving you unable to get up.
“fuckk, i can’t hold back,” he groaned in your ear, “not when you look like that today”
his hips started moving, grinding up into you. you felt his hard, thick cock. he was so much bigger than you ever could have imagined. you tried to continue, your face still flushed red.
his hand rubbed your thigh, giving you light pinches as he continued rutting up into you. his soft grunts echoing in your ear as you felt him pick up his pace.
“god— you feel so fucking good,” his face scrunching, as he got closer.
his noises got louder and more frequent. you could tell he was getting close. you were constantly looking around the room, hoping no one was looking, as maki didn’t even try to be quiet. it was as if he wanted to get caught.
“you look so pretty right now,, bet you would be even prettier—“ you nearly smacked him in the face, cutting off his sentence. you were almost positive someone had heard him say that.
your hand covering his mouth didn’t stop him, his muffled groans still escaped. his long cock grinding against your thigh, his grip on your waist tightening.
he watched your nervous face though half-lidded eyes, almost looking drunk. you felt his whole body tensing beneath you as he reached his peak. white, hot cum spilled into his pants, ruining them. his body still jerking through the aftershocks, as he held you tighter.
!! synopsis: almost everyone sees you as the innocent campus sweetheart, especially jake, your best friend of three years. he'd never believe you've done anything with anyone. but when your sexual past becomes a topic, jake defends you without hesitation. because you're just an innocent girl right?
!! a/n: this was supposed to be for jungwon oopsiess also first time releasing something in a bit gulp
To Jake, you were the campus sweetheart. The girl who brought homemade cookies, who helped freshmen find their classes. A teachers pet who always had the right answer and a soft smile to go with it.
And you let him believe it.
Because it was easier that way. Because if Jake Sim really saw you he'd either run away or never look at anyone else again.
You weren't sure which option scared you more.
You met in the library every Tuesday afternoon. Same table, same corner, same routine. You were already there when he walked in, and you felt that familiar flutter in your chest.
He dropped his bag on the floor, and you watched him settle into the chair across from you. His hair was messy, like he'd been running his hands through it. He looked tired but happy, that easy smile already on his face.
"Professor let us out early," he said, grinning.
"Lucky you."
"Lucky us." He leaned forward. "Now I get to spend extra time with my favorite person."
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed. The usual performance.
"Your favorite person? What about Heeseung?"
"Heeseung doesn't bring me cookies."
"You only like me for my baking."
"And your cute personality." He grinned.
You laughed softly, the soft, sweet laugh you'd perfected. It made people think you were shy and made them want to protect you.
Jake fell for it every single time.
"You're studying already?" He peered at your notes. "Midterms aren't for another week."
"I like to be prepared."
"You're going to get a perfect score. You always do."
"It's not about perfect scores." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's about understanding the material."
He chuckled then his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long. "Hey, are you free this weekend? The boys are having a party, nothing crazy. Just people."
You tilted your head. "People?"
"Okay, lots of people. But it's at Jay's place, so it'll be chill. Well, as chill as Jay's place gets."
You considered it. You'd been to a handful of parties with Jake before, and you'd spent the night in the corner, sipping water and smiling politely while his friends tried to talk to you.
"Maybe," you said. "I'll think about it."
"Don't think too hard." He grinned. "You might hurt yourself."
You swatted his arm. He laughed.
And you watched the way his eyes crinkled, the way his whole face lit up and you thought about how easy it would be to tell him the truth.
But you didn't. Because whatever this was, was too much fun.
The party at Jay's house was on a Saturday night.
You wore something soft and innocent. A pale pink loose top that fell off one shoulder, jean skirts that were just tight enough to be cute but not too tight. Your hair was down, and you'd put on just enough makeup to look like you weren't wearing any.
You fitted the image of the innocent sweetheart so perfectly but deep down you were a girl who was anything but innocent.
The house was packed when you arrived. Music vibrated through the walls, and the smell of cheap beer and drunk students filled the place. You pushed through the crowd, smiling politely at people who recognized you, nodding at the ones who called out your name.
Y/N! Hey! You made it!
The sweetheart is here!
Where's your boyfriend?
You laughed at that one. Soft and shy. "Jake's not my boyfriend. We're just friends."
"Sure," the guy said, winking. "Whatever you say pretty."
You found Jake in the kitchen, surrounded by his friends. His head was thrown back laughing at something, his whole body relaxed in a way it never was around you. Around you he was careful and gentle. Like you might break.
It used to make you feel special. Now it just made you want to scream.
"Y/N!" He spotted you and crossed the room in quick strides. "You came."
"Told you I would." You smiled up at him. "You look nice."
He always did but tonight he'd made an effort dark baggy jeans, a fitted white shirt, his hair pushed back from his forehead. He also looked like he'd been drinking.
"You look nice too," he said. "You always look nice. But like. Tonight. You look really-" He stopped himself, clearing his throat. "Do you want a drink?"
"Water's fine."
"Of course it is." He grinned, reaching into the fridge. "Water for the sweetheart."
You watched him, your expression soft and eyes wide. The perfect picture of innocence. Jake's hand found the small of your back, a warm, possessive weight as he introduced you to yet another friend whose name you'd forget in seconds. You smiled, demure, your fingers curled around a glass of water that had long gone warm. You were the perfect picture of sweetness, his sweetheart, the girl who sipped water at a party full of cheap beer and bad decisions.
"I'm gonna grab another round with the guys," Jake leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You okay here?"
You nodded, your lashes fluttering. "I'm fine. I think I'm going to find the bathroom."
He kissed your temple, a soft gesture that made something in your chest tighten, though you weren't sure if it was guilt or amusement. "Don't wander off too far."
You gave him a delicate smile, the kind that made him melt and slipped through the crowd. The hallway to the bathroom was darker, the music muffled by the walls. You pushed the door open, but before you could step inside, a hand shot out, caging you against the wall.
"Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart."
Your heart didn't jump. You knew that voice, the voice that had haunted a handful of late nights a couple weeks ago.
Jeno. A knowing smirk curling his lips as he looked down at you. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you just forgot how he towered.
"Jeno." You let his name roll off your tongue. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you, probably." His eyes dipped down, tracing the short of your skirt and the way your chest rose and fell. "Looking for trouble."
You laughed, a soft breathy sound that wasn't quite innocent. "I'm not looking for anything."
"No?" He stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing yours. He tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Does he know what you look like when you're not playing the part?"
A shiver ran down your spine and he saw it. The way your breath hitched and he laughed. His hand slid to your waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of your hip.
"Been thinkin about you," he murmured, his mouth trailing down the column of your neck. "Thinking about that night. You remember?"
"Which one?" you whispered, your voice dipping into something husky, something that wasn't the sweet, water drinking girl Jake thought he knew. "You'll have to be more specific."
"Fucking brat." He nipped at your collarbone and you arched into him, a soft, approving hum escaping your lips.
You let him push you a little farther into the shadows, let his hands wander, let his mouth find yours. It was all heat and teeth and a quiet desperation. His tongue swept against your lower lip, and you bit down, just hard enough to make him groan.
"Still a menace," he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.
You licked your lips, tasting him, tasting the lie you were about to tell. "Maybe," you said, tilting your head, all innocence and invitation. "Catch me later."
He grinned, a flash of white in the dim light. "Count on it."
And then he was gone back into the party, leaving you pressed against the wall, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You took a moment to compose yourself. You smoothed your skirt, ran your fingers through your hair, and checked your reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror by the bathroom door. Your eyes were bright, your lips a little swollen, your cheeks flushed.
You walked back to the living room, weaving through the crowd until you found Jake. When he saw you, his whole face softened.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked, stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.
You leaned into him, letting your body sag against his like you were exhausted and overwhelmed. You pressed your face into his shoulder, and you could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat, so steady so trusting.
"Just a lot," you murmured, your voice muffled. "Can we go? I think I need some air this party is a lot for me."
His hand came up to stroke your hair, gentle, so fucking gentle. "Of course. Let's get you out of here."
He said his goodbyes, slapping backs and shaking hands, his arm never leaving your waist. You walked out into the cool night air, and he opened the car door for you, his eyes soft with concern.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt.
You looked at him, the streetlights casting shadows across his earnest face. You smiled, slow and sweet, and reached across to squeeze his hand.
"I am now," you said. "Let's go."
And as he pulled away from the curb, you let your head fall back against the headrest, your lips curling into a secret, satisfied smile.
The warm morning air hit you as you walked across campus, your bag slung over one shoulder, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Jake walked beside you, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, rambling about something his professor said that made no sense. You nodded along, making the right sounds of interest, your mind still half asleep.
Then you saw him.
Jeno was leaning against the brick wall near the exit, his arms crossed, that lazy smirk already in place. His eyes found you instantly, dark and knowing, and your step faltered for just a fraction of a second.
"Hey, sweetheart," he called out, pushing off the wall and walking toward you. "Been looking for you, as always."
Jake's brow furrowed. He glanced between you and Jeno, his posture straightening. "You know him?"
Before you could answer, Jeno was there, too close, his voice dropping low. "Where were you last night? I waited."
You felt your stomach flip. "I left early," you said, keeping your voice even and your eyes innocent. "I wasn't feeling well."
"Bullshit." Jeno laughed. "You weren't feeling well, or you were feeling too good? Because I remember you feeling pretty damn good when we were-"
"Back up," Jake cut in, stepping between you and Jeno. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, almost like a warning. "She said she wasn't feeling well. Take the hint."
Jeno's eyes flicked to Jake, assessing him. A slow grin spread across his face. "Oh, this is him? The best friend?" He looked past Jake, straight at you. "You didn't tell him, did you? About us?"
Your heart hammered, but you kept your face soft, confused. "There's nothing to tell. We talked a few times. That's all."
"Talked?" Jeno's laugh was louder this time. "Is that what we call it now? Because I remember your mouth being pretty busy for just talking."
Jake tensed, his jaw clenching. "What are you talking about?"
"Jake, ignore him," you said quickly, reaching for his arm. "He's just trying to cause trouble. He's always been like this."
Jeno's eyes narrowed. "Always been like this? Baby, you used to love the way I am." He stepped closer, ignoring Jake entirely. "You gonna pretend last night didn't happen too? Or the other nights when-"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, your voice trembling just enough. You pressed closer to Jake, letting your fingers curl into his sleeve. "You're scaring me."
Jeno's smirk faltered. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes confusion, maybe even hurt. But then it was gone, replaced by cold amusement. "Right. Of course. You're so good at that, aren't you? Playing the victim."
"Get lost," Jake said, his voice hard. He stepped forward, putting himself fully between you and Jeno. "She said she doesn't know you. That's enough."
Jeno held up his hands, backing away slowly. His eyes never left yours. "Fine. But you can't run forever, sweetheart." He winked, a cruel, knowing gesture. "We both know you'll come back eventually."
He turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, whistling some tune.
Jake stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then he turned to you, his expression softening, concern replacing the anger. "You okay? Did he hurt you?"
You shook your head, letting your eyes well up just a little. "I don't know why he's like that. We barely even talked. He just... he won't leave me alone."
"Hey, hey." Jake pulled you into a hug, his arms warm and solid around you. "It's okay. He's gone. I'm not gonna let him bother you."
You buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky breath. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Always," he murmured into your hair. "Come on, let's get you to class."
You walked together, your hand in his, your steps slow and careful. Jake kept glancing at you, checking, making sure you were okay.
"Oh, by the way," he said, breaking the silence. "I'm going out with the boys for dinner tonight. But I was thinking after, I could come over? Watch the new Toy Story with you?"
You looked up at him, your smile soft and grateful. "I'd like that."
"Cool." He grinned, squeezing your hand. "I'll bring snacks. The good popcorn."
"My favorite," you said, your voice sweet as honey.
You walked into the building together, and Jake held the door for you, his gaze warm and trusting. You stepped past him, and for just a second, over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Jeno across the quad. He was watching you still, arms crossed, that smirk firmly back in place.
You turned away, your smile never wavering. You let him watch. You knew exactly what you were doing.
The restaurant was buzzing, warm light spilling over the table where Jake sat with his friends. The whole crew, all of them crammed into a corner booth, drinks half empty.
Ni-ki was scrolling through his phone, barely paying attention to the conversation, when he suddenly burst out laughing. Like, full on wheezing, slapping the table, tears forming in his eyes kind of laughing.
"Bro, what the hell?" Jay asked, reaching over to smack his arm. "You good?"
Ni-ki couldn't even speak. He just shoved his phone across the table, pointing at the screen. "Look. Look at this idiot."
Sunghoon grabbed it first, his eyebrows shooting up. Then he started laughing too, shaking his head. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD."
"What? What is it?" Sunoo leaned over, and within seconds, he was cackling, covering his mouth.
Heeseung took the phone, read whatever was on it, and let out a low whistle. "Damn. Jeno's down bad."
Jake frowned, setting down his beer. "What about Jeno?"
"Your girl's got that man whipped," Ni-ki said, still giggling. "Look."
He passed the phone to Jake. It was Jeno's Instagram story a photo of him looking all love sick, texting someone, with the caption: "She left me on read again. Should I double text? Asking for a friend (it's me, I'm the friend)."
Jake stared at it for a second, then let out a weird laugh. "Wait, you think he's talking about-"
"Bro, who else would it be?" Jay laughed, grabbing the phone back. "Your girl's got him wrapped around her finger. It's actually kinda sad. Look at him bro he's a mess."
"Okay, but that's crazy," Sunghoon said, scrolling through more of Jeno's story. "Like, look. He's posting thirst traps now, because she didn't reply."
Ni-ki was wheezing again. "Bro is on his hands and knees for her. Literally posted a black screen with 'come back' in the lyrics of some sad song."
"He's got it baaaad," Sunoo added, wiping his eyes.
Jake was quiet, but he was smiling, a little confused. "I mean... she's sweet, but she's not like... she's not that type of person to entertain him. He's such a fuck boy and well she's innocent, she's never even-"
"Wait, wait, wait." Jay held up a hand, choking on his drink. "Did you just say innocent?"
"Yeah?" Jake blinked. "She's shy. She's not into all that stuff. She told me-"
"Bro." Heeseung leaned forward, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you serious right now?"
"What do you mean?"
Ni-ki was still scrolling on his phone while laughing. "Okay, okay. Let me tell you something. Do you know Yeonjun? Basketball guy?"
"The star player? Yeah, I know him. What about him?"
"You know the championship game last semester? The one where he went crazy and dropped like 40 points?"
Jake nodded slowly.
Ni-ki was barely containing himself. "Apparently, your sweet, innocent girl gave him a little pre game 'motivation' in the locker room. If you know what I mean."
Jake stared at him. "What?"
"Like," Sunghoon made a gesture with his hand near his mouth, "you know. The good luck kind."
"Bullshit," Jake said immediately. "She would never."
"Oh, she would." Heeseung was laughing now too. "And she did. The whole team was talking about it. Walked out with her lipgloss smeared and everything. He played like a god that night."
"There's no way-" Jake started, but Jungwon cut him off.
"Okay, okay, but that's just the start. You guys heard about the threesome rumor, right?"
"The WHAT?" Jake's voice cracked.
Sunghoon was wheezing now. "Oh my god, yes I have. Bro, there was a rumor going around last year that she-"
"Okay, I don't think it was confirmed," Jay interrupted, still grinning. "But people were saying she had a thing with two guys from the soccer team. At the same time. In the equipment room."
"THAT'S NOT REAL." Jake's face was red now, his eyes wide. "That's literally not real. She wouldn't- she's not like that."
"She literally gave good luck head to a basketball player," Ni-ki said flatly. "In a locker room. Before a game. With other guys in there."
"I could've sworn she told me she was studying that night!" Jake yelled, throwing his hands up.
His friends all looked at each other for a second. Then they burst out laughing again.
"Bro..." Sunghoon shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, but your girl is far from innocent."
"She's literally got Jeno begging and Jeno never begs," Heeseung added. "And you're over here thinking she's never been touched? She's been touched, man. By a lot of people probably."
"And you think she's shy," Sunghoon added, snickering. "She's got three different guys on the line and you think she's shy."
"That is crazy," Ni-ki laughed even more seeing Jeno post a picture of you and him cuddled up with a corny caption in attempts to get you back. "Bro is literally the backup option and he doesn't even know."
"I am not the backup option," Jake snapped. But even as he said it, his voice wavered.
They all stared at him for a second.
Then Heeseung lost it. "Oh my god. You are the backup option!"
"NAH, HE'S THE SAFETY NET," Jay shouted, cackling.
"The nice guy," Jungwon added. "The one who takes her to dinner and walks her to class while Jeno gets the late night texts."
"This is the funniest thing I've ever heard," Ni-ki wheezed, slamming his hand on the table. "Bro thought she was saving herself for him!"
"Guys, she literally has Jeno posting love songs for her at 1 AM," Sunghoon snorted. "And she's probably still responding to him. While you're over here playing Toy Story with her."
Jake's face was burning. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched under the table. "Okay. That's enough."
But they couldn't stop laughing.
"This is insane," Heeseung said, shaking his head. "You were out here thinking she's this innocent little angel while she's got damn near the whole campus on speed dial."
"I'm leaving," Jake muttered, pushing back from the table.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Ni-ki called after him. "Bro, don't be mad. It's just funny! She's got you both wrapped around her finger and you don't even know."
Jake grabbed his jacket, his face of embarrassment. "I'm not wrapped around anyone's finger."
"Sure you're not," Jay called after him, still laughing. "That's why you lend her your sweaters and she wears them while making out with Jeno!"
"SHUT UP!" Jake yelled back, but his friends just howled with laughter as he stormed out of the restaurant.
The cool night air hit his face. He stood there on the sidewalk, breathing hard, his phone feeling heavy in his pocket.
He pulled it out. Your message was still there, sitting pretty: "Can't wait to watch Toy Story with you tonight. You're the best <3"
He stared at it for a long moment.
And then, despite everything, despite all of it, he laughed. A dry, humorless, disbelieving laugh.
He was literally the backup option. The nice guy. The one you watched Disney movies with while you're out there doing all that.
He shoved his phone and started walking to your place despite his head and heart racing.
The door clicked shut behind Jake, and you were already there, all soft smiles and warm eyes, your hair falling in gentle waves around your shoulders. You were wearing one of his hoodies and you looked so sweet, so perfectly innocent, that something twisted painfully in his chest.
"Hey, you're early!" you said, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. "I was just getting the popcorn ready. Toy Story's all queued up."
He didn't hug you back. His hands stayed at his sides, stiff and unmoving.
You pulled back, your brow furrowing. "Jake? What's wrong? You seem off."
He walked past you into the living room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He stood there for a moment, staring at nothing.
"Jake, you're scaring me," you said softly, coming up behind him. "Talk to me."
He turned around slowly, his eyes searching your face. "My friends told me some things tonight."
"Okay?" You tilted your head, that perfect confused expression on your face. "What kind of things?"
"About you." His voice was tight. "About Jeno. About... a lot of stuff."
Your face didn't change. Not even a flicker. "Jake, I already told you. Jeno's obsessed with me. He's been spreading lies-"
"They weren't lies." His voice cracked. "They showed me his story. The picture of you. On top of him. Wearing my hoodie."
You went very still.
"They told me about Yeonjun too," he continued, his voice getting stronger, harder. "The basketball player. The locker room. Before the championship game." He laughed bitterly. "And I was sitting there telling them you were innocent. That you'd never been with anyone. That you were shy and sweet and-"
"Jake-"
"And then Sunghoon mentioned the soccer players," he cut in, his eyes burning. "The threesome rumor. And I didn't want to believe it. I thought they were messing with me.
You opened your mouth, but he kept going.
"They were laughing at me, you know. All of them. Because I was sitting there defending you like an idiot. Ni-ki was literally crying he was laughing so hard. Saying I was the backup option. The safety net. A nice guy who takes you to dinner and watches Disney movies while everyone else gets-" He stopped, his voice breaking.
Your face had gone pale, but you recovered quickly. You stepped closer, reaching for him.
"Jake, listen to me-"
"Why did you lie to me?" His voice was quiet now, raw. "Why did you make me believe you were someone you're not?"
"Because I was scared." you said, your voice trembling. "Jake, I was so scared. I knew what you thought of me. You looked at me like I was this... this pure, good person. And I wanted to be that for you. I wanted to be the girl you thought I was."
"But you weren't."
"I know, and I hated myself for it. Every time you looked at me with those eyes, like I was something special, I felt so guilty. Because I knew I didn't deserve it.
He stared at you, his expression unreadable.
"But I wasn't pretending about you," you continued, your voice breaking. "I wasn't pretending about how I feel. You're the only one who's ever made me feel like I mattered. Like I was worth something. All those other guys? They were nothing. They were distractions. But you-" You reached up and cupped his face. "You're everything, Jake. You're the only thing that's ever felt real."
He didn't pull away. He stood there, frozen, his heart warring with his head.
"I don't care about Jeno," you whispered, your thumb stroking his cheek. "I never cared about him. He was just someone to pass the time. But you? You're the one I think about when I can't sleep, the one I want to come home to. You're the one who actually sees me."
"I don't even know who you are anymore," he said, but his voice was weaker now.
"Yes, you do." You pressed closer, your bodies almost touching. "You know me better than anyone. You know I make bad choices because I don't think I deserve good things. But when I'm with you, I feel like maybe I could deserve them. Like maybe I could be better."
His hands came up, hesitantly, to rest on your waist.
"I was so scared you'd leave if you found out," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I couldn't handle that. I can't lose you, Jake. You're all I have."
He swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can trust you."
"Then let me prove it." You rose on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.
He didn't respond at first. He just stood there, stiff and uncertain. But you didn't give up. You kissed him softly, gently, your fingers threading into his hair, your body pressing against his.
"Please," you murmured against his lips. "Please don't leave me. I can't- I can't do this without you."
"Baby..." His voice cracked.
"Let me make it better," you whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Let me make you forget all of it. Everything they told you. Everything you saw. Just let me show you how much you mean to me."
"I don't know-"
"Shh." You pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't think just feel."
You kissed him again, deeper this time, your tongue tracing his lower lip. His hands tightened on your waist, and you felt the tension in his body start to ease.
"Jake," you breathed against his mouth. "I only want you. I've always only wanted you."
He let out a shaky breath. "You mean that?"
"I mean it with my whole heart." You pulled back, looking up at him with those big, wide eyes. "I know I messed up. I know I lied. But I'll spend as long as it takes making it up to you. Just please don't leave."
He was quiet for a long moment. Then slowly, his hands slid up your back pulling you closer.
"I'm so stupid," he muttered.
"No." You shook your head, pressing another kiss to his jaw. "You're not stupid. You're kind, and sweet. You're everything I don't deserve."
"Stop saying that."
"It's true." You kissed the corner of his mouth. "But I want to try. I want to be the girl you think I am."
He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up. His eyes searched yours, looking for something. Whatever he found, it must have been enough, because he let out a long shaky breath.
"God, I'm so whipped," he muttered.
You let out a soft laugh, pressing your forehead to his. "Good. Because I'm whipped for you too."
And then his mouth was on yours, hungry and desperate, all his doubts and fears melting away. You walked him backward until his knees hit the couch, and he fell back, pulling you down with him.
You straddled his lap, settling comfortably against him, your hands resting on his chest. His hands gripped your thighs, his breathing uneven.
"Let me make you forget," you whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck. "Let me be the only thing you think about."
"You already are," he breathed. "You always have been."
You smiled against his skin, your fingers working at the buttons of his top.
"Good," you murmured. "Then let me show you what you've been missing."
Jake's hands were already pressing into the warm skin of your waist. You could feel him hard beneath you, his breath coming faster as you grind down against him.
"You gonna take care of me?" he asked, voice rough, hands sliding up your back.
"Mmhm," you hummed against his neck, kissing a slow path up to his ear. "But you gotta tell me what you want. I don't know anything, Jake. You gotta show me."
He let out a breathy laugh, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're so full of shit."
"Am I?" You pulled back, looking at him with those wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just a sweet innocent girl who never did anything with anyone. Remember? Never slept with Jeno, never gave Yeonjun good luck head, and never ever did I have a threesome. You told your friends that. You told everyone that."
His jaw tightened. He flipped you over so fast you gasped, your back hitting the couch, his body caging you in.
"You wanna play that game?" His voice dropped low, dangerous. "Fine. Let's play."
He yanked the hoodie up over your head, tossing it aside. Your chest was bare underneath, and his eyes darkened immediately.
"Look at you," he muttered, his thumb brushing over your nipple. "You been hiding these under my hoodie this whole time?"
You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Jake..."
"Shh." He leaned down, his mouth hovering over your nipple. "I'm showing you, remember? Since you don't know anything."
His tongue circled your nipple slowly, teasingly, before he took it into his mouth and sucked hard. You cried out, your fingers gripping and tugging his hair.
"Fuck," he breathed, pulling back to look at the wet mess he made all over your chest. "So perfect. I've been thinking about these for months. Dreaming about them. And you just let me walk around like an idiot while you were letting everyone else-"
"Jake, please-"
"Please what?" He pinched your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "Please stop? Please keep going? Use your words, baby. Since you're so innocent."
"That's more like it." He lowered his head again, switching sides, his mouth hot. His hand traveled down your stomach, slipping past the waistband of your shorts.
"So wet," he murmured against your skin. "For someone who doesn't know anything, you're pretty good at soaking through your panties."
His fingers found your clit, circling slowly, and you bucked against his hand.
"That's it," he coaxed. "Show me what you like."
You rolled your hips, chasing his fingers, your head thrown back. "More, Jake. Please. I need-"
"You need what?"
"You. I need you inside me. Please."
He pulled his hand away, and you whined at the loss. But then he was standing, pulling you up with him, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Bedroom. Now."
You stumbled down the hall, his hand on your ass, pushing you forward. The second you reached the bed, he had you face down on the mattress, your shorts and panties ripped down your legs.
"Look at that," he breathed, his palm smoothing over your ass. "All mine. You know how long I've wanted this? How many nights I've laid awake thinking about bending you over."
He smacked your ass hard, and you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure jolting through you.
"Count," he commanded.
"One," you gasped.
He spanked you again, the sound echoing in the room.
"Two!"
Another. Harder.
"Three!"
"Good girl." His hand soothed over the reddened skin. "See? You can follow instructions when you want to."
You heard the rustle of his jeans, the sound of his belt unbuckling. Then the mattress dipped, and his body was behind you, his chest pressing against your back.
"You want this?" he asked, his lips at your ear, his cock pressing against your wet folds. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Jake. I need it."
"Need what? Say it."
"I need your cock. Please. I need you to fill me up."
He pushed inside you in one smooth stroke, and you both moaned. He was thick, stretching you, and you gripped the sheets as he bottomed out.
"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "So tight. Fuck, baby. You feel so good."
He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, and the sound you made was almost inhuman.
"That's it," he grunted, setting a brutal pace. "That's my good girl. Taking it so well."
His hand snaked around your front, finding your clit, circling in time with his thrusts. You were already close, the pressure building.
"Please don't stop," you begged. "Please, I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me," he commanded. "Cum on my cock."
And you did, with a cry of his name, your walls clenching around him. He didn't slow down, fucking you through it, chasing his own release.
"Jake," you whimpered as he kept going, overstimulated but not wanting him to stop. "Jake, it's too much-"
"One more," he moaned. "You can give me one more."
He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back. Before you could protest, his head was between your thighs, his mouth on you.
"ohh-" You jolted, your hands fisting in his hair. "Jake!"
He was relentless, his tongue lapping at your folds, his lips sucking your clit. He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.
"Taste so sweet," he murmured. "Could eat you all fucking night."
And he did. He worked you with his mouth until you were an absolute wreck, until your thighs were shaking, until you came again with a broken sob, your hips bucking against his face.
He pulled back, his chin glistening, and kissed his way up your body.
"One more," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need one more, baby. Can you do that for me?"
"I don't- I can't-"
"Yes you can." He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on his lips. "You're gonna take it. All of it."
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, but before he could even unlock it, it started buzzing in his hand. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly.
"It's Heeseung," he muttered, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "They're probably checking on me. Making sure I didn't do something stupid."
He answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah?"
You could hear the muffled sound of voices on the other end, laughter in the background.
"Bro, you good?" Heeseung's voice crackled through. "You stormed out so fast. We were getting worried."
"I'm fine," Jake said, his voice steady, calm. "I'm at her place."
"Oh shit, really?" Jay said, yelling in the background. "Did you confront her? What happened? Is she crying? Did you-"
You watched him, a slow smile curling on your lips. He was so composed, so in control. It was almost cute.
You shifted on the bed, crawling toward him on your hands and knees. His eyes flickered to you, a warning in them, but you just tilted your head innocently.
"Jake? You still there?" Sunghoon's voice came through.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here."
You reached out, your fingers trailing up his thigh. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly.
"Okay, well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay," Heeseung said. "You seemed pretty wrecked earlier."
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. His hand came up, trying to push you away gently, but you just smiled against his skin.
"Bro, you sound weird," Ni-ki's voice chimed in. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, just tired." Jake's voice was strained now, his jaw clenched. "Listen, I gotta go. We'll catch up tomorrow."
"Wait, wait, wait-"
But you were already sliding down his body, your fingers wrapping around his cock. Jake's hand shot out, grabbing your shoulder, trying to push you back.
"Behave," he hissed under his breath, his eyes wide.
You just grinned up at him, all innocence, and lowered your mouth to him.
Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his hand flying to his mouth to muffle the sound.
"Jake? Hello?" Sunoo's voice piped through. "You still there?"
"Y-yeah," he managed, his voice cracking. "I'm here."
You took him deeper, your tongue swirling, and his hips bucked involuntarily. He gripped the sheets, his knuckles white.
"Just... just tired," Jake choked out. "Long night."
You hummed around him, a soft, satisfied sound, and he nearly dropped the phone.
"Okayyyy," Jay said. "Well, we'll let you go. But seriously, if you need to talk about what happened-"
"Don't need to talk," Jake cut in, his voice strained. "I'm good. Everything's good. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Alright, bro. Take care."
"Bye."
He hung up and threw the phone onto the bed, his head falling back as a groan escaped his lips.
"What the fuck," he breathed, his hand coming down to grip your hair. "You're insane you know that?"
You pulled off just long enough to look up at him, your lips swollen, your eyes wide. "I just wanted to help you relax. You seemed so tense."
"Tense," he repeated, a disbelieving laugh escaping him. "You're going to be the death of me."
You smiled and took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, your hand working what your mouth couldn't reach. His hips bucked again, his fingers tightening in your hair.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice dropping lower. "You want everyone to know what a slut you are? Huh? You want them to hear?"
You moaned around him, loud and deliberate, your eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You want them to know. You want everyone to know exactly what you are."
You pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting you to him. "Maybe," you whispered, your voice husky. "Maybe I want them to know who I really belong to."
He grabbed his phone unlocking it, his thumb swiping to the camera. He held it up, angling it so it captured you perfectly on your knees. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and your hair tangled in his fist.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
You obeyed instantly, your tongue darting out.
"Good girl." He smirked, pressing the record button. "Now show me what you do best."
You took him into your mouth, your eyes locked on the camera, a practiced, hungry look on your face. He let out a low groan, his free hand tightening in your hair.
"That's it," he breathed. "Look at you. So desperate for it. So hungry."
You moaned around him, your throat working as you took him deeper.
"Fuck," he gasped, his hips starting to thrust. "You love this, don't you? Love being on your knees for me."
You hummed in agreement, your hands gripping his thighs, pulling him closer.
"God, you're so good at this," he panted, the phone shaking slightly in his hand. "Look at you. Look at how well you take it."
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, and his head fell back with a broken moan.
The room was thick with heat, sounds of your ragged breathing and the slick, wet noises that filled the space between you. Jake had you positioned just how he wanted. On your knees, your lips stretched around him as he fucked your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice strained. "Eyes on me."
You obeyed, looking up at him through your lashes, tears streaking your cheeks, saliva dripping down your chin. The sight of you like this, all wrecked, desperate, utterly his made his head spin.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice tight. "You want it? Want me to-"
You nodded frantically, your eyes begging, and he let out a strangled cry as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed everything, your eyes never leaving his, and when you pulled off, you licked your lips clean.
He pulled you up onto the bed, pushing you onto your back. "Open up," he said, and you obeyed immediately, your mouth falling open. He stroked himself a few times, then painted your lips, your cheeks, your chin with thick ropes of white. He moved lower, aiming for your chest, letting it drip down onto your tits, watching it pool in the hollow of your collarbone.
"Fuck," he breathed, his chest heaving. "Look at you. Look at what you let me do to you."
You were a mess with his cum splattered across you, dripping down your neck, pooling on your skin. And you loved every second of it.
He reached for his phone. "Don't move," he said. "I need to remember this."
He snapped a few photos of your ruined face, messy chest, the way you looked up at him like he was the only person in the world. His thumb swiped through the gallery, admiring his work.
You watched him, your heart racing. "Who are you gonna send those to?"
Jake glanced at you, his brow furrowing. "Huh? No one. They're for me. I was just gonna keep them."
You sat up slowly, letting the sheets fall away from your body. You reached out, trailing a finger down his chest. "Really? Just for you?"
"Yeah." He shrugged, setting the phone down. "Why? You want me to-"
"Maybe." You bit your lip, looking up at him through those innocent eyes that he knew by now were anything but innocent. "I want everyone to know who I belong to. Wouldn't want them to think I still belong to Jeno."
Something dark flickered in Jake's eyes. "Such a whore. You want everyone to see you like this? Want the attention?"
"Maybe," you repeated, your voice dropping to something low and sultry. "I want everyone to know I'm yours. Not his. Not anyone else's."
He swallowed hard, his cock twitching at your words.
"You want me to send it to the group chat?" he asked, his voice rough. "The boys? Want them all to see what you look like when you're being Jake's good girl?"
You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "Send it," you whispered. "Show them. I don't care. I just want them to know. I want everyone to know that I'm yours and only yours."
He pulled back, searching your face. "You're serious?"
"I've never been more serious about anything." You reached for his phone, pressing it into his hand.
He opened the group chat, the one with his six friends from the dinner. His thumb hovered over the screen.
"This is crazy," he muttered. "They are hornballs they're probably gonna-"
"Send it," you urged, your voice a low purr. "Don't you want them to see what you do to me? Don't you want them to know I'm yours?"
He selected the photos, your ruined face, messy chest, and desperate eyes. His thumb hit send.
"There," he said, tossing the phone aside. "Now they know exactly who you belong to."
You pulled him down into another kiss, your arms wrapping around him. "Good," you whispered against his lips. "Because I was always yours."
His phone started blowing up on the nightstand notifications piling up one after another. Jake reached for it, but you grabbed his hand, threading your fingers through his.
"Leave it," you murmured. "Focus on me."
He looked at you messy, ruined, beautiful and something possessive flared in his chest. He forgot about the phone, forgot about the boys, forgot about everything except the girl in front of him.
"Yeah," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Yeah, okay. Just you."
The phone kept buzzing, but neither of you cared.
You positioned yourself on top of him, your hands resting gently on his chest. The weight of you settled against his thighs, and you could feel him beneath you, still hard and ready. But you didn't rush. You took your time, letting the moment stretch, letting him watch you.
"Hey," you whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Look at me."
His eyes found yours, hazy and warm, full of something that made your chest ache. You kissed him again, slow and deep, your tongue sweeping against his in a lazy rhythm.
"I've got you," you murmured against his mouth. "Just relax."
You reached down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The tip pressed against you, and you let out a soft breath, your forehead falling against his.
"Ready?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, princess. I'm ready."
You sank down onto him, inch by inch. Your mouth fell open, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he filled you. His hands came up to grip your hips, but he didn't push or pull. He just held on, his thumbs stroking gentle circles against your skin.
"Fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "You feel..."
"Good?" you finished, a soft smile playing on your lips.
"Incredible," he corrected.
You stayed still for a moment, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him inside you. Your hands cupped his face, tilting his head up so you could look into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," you whispered, and you meant it. In this moment, with his lips parted and his hair sticking to him, he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
He let out a shaky laugh. "You're the one who's beautiful."
You shook your head, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "No, it's you. It's always been you."
And then you started to move.
Slow at first, your hips rolling in a gentle, circular motion. You rose up and sank back down, letting him feel every inch of you. His hands slid to your waist supporting you.
"Jake," you breathed, and his name on your lips made his eyes flutter shut.
"I'm right here," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."
You kept your pace slow, unhurried, savoring every moment. Your bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, like you'd done this a thousand times before.
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his neck, trailing soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, catching your lips in a sweet soft kiss.
"This is..." he started, but he couldn't finish.
"I know," you whispered against his lips. "I know."
You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his breath caught with every movement.
"Don't stop," he breathed. "Please love don't stop."
"I won't," you promised. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
You could feel yourself getting close, the warmth building low in your belly. Your movements became a little more urgent, a little more desperate, but still slow.
"Jake," you gasped. "I'm close."
"Me too," he managed. "Together. I want to feel you cum with me."
You nodded, your forehead pressed to his. "Okay. Together."
And then it hit you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. You cried out, his name a broken whisper on your lips. You felt him follow, felt his hips buck up into you as he came, a groan escaping his throat.
You collapsed against him, your bodies tangled together, both of you trembling and breathless. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Stay with me," he murmured into your hair. "Just stay here. Please."
You smiled against his chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "I'm not going anywhere."
He tilted your chin up, catching your lips in a soft, tender kiss. Then another. And another. Each one softer than the last, each one saying everything words couldn't.
Then he laughed, a disbelieving, breathless sound.
"What?" you asked, propping yourself to look at him.
"I was so mad at you," he said, shaking his head. "And then you-" He gestured vaguely. "And now I barely even remember what I was mad about."
You smiled, innocent as ever. "That was the point."
He pulled you down, kissing you softly.
"I love you," he murmured against your lips. "I know I shouldn't. I know you're probably gonna destroy me. But I love you."
You kissed him back, your fingers carding through his hair.
"I love you too," you whispered. "And I'm never going to hurt you, Jake. You're mine. And I take care of what's mine."
in which ° a song starts playing and suddenly you cant keep your hands off each other?
warnings ° smut (mdni 18+), threesome, eiffel tower position, lowk perv niki, oral (f&m.rec), backshots, two dihh at the same time, swearing, creampie, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, drunk sex, niki is refered to as riki, lmk if theres more !!
taglist ° @ikeuscape @simjaeyunslut open !!
word count ° 1.4k
🫧claudias whisper ° first part is lowk shit but wtf, this may have been in my drafts for too long, likes and reblogs appreciated and like stay cool twin 🤍
The hum of the city drifted through the open window as the three of them crowded onto the sofa, glasses clinking and laughter spilling out between sips of the the cheap vodka you'd been nursing all night.
You felt the heat of Jungwon’s thigh press against yours and Riki’s elbow brush your shoulder, each contact sending a shiver down your spine.
You could smell the citrus of Riki's cologne mingling with the Victoria's Secret perfume you’d sprayed earlier, and the scent of Jungwon’s skin, warm and slightly musky, made your breath hitch.
Your brown hair fell in loose waves, the freshly dyed strands underneath catching the low light whenever you turned your head. While taking a sip, you tucked a strand behind your ear, the movement only drawing more of the boy's attention to your hair.
Jungwon leaned in close enough that his breath tickled your ear. “You look like you’re about to melt,” he murmured, voice low and commanding.
Riki smirked, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “We’ve been waiting for you to finally let go,” he said, his tone edged with arousal.
The music drifted through the air, a slow song with lyrics that made you blush- coughing slightly as the first few lines played out.
“Wow-" you pressed your hand to your chest, trying to stop yourself from choking, "that's really something..."
"Something wrong?" Jungwon mumbles, taking another sip of his drink as his other hand drifted toward your hair as he played with the strands.
"No," you shook your head, cheeks flushed as you breathed heavily, "the song just.... is it just me or is it really hot in here?"
"I think its just you, maybe you should strip off so youre cooler," Riki perked up, smirking as his eyes trailed across your body, eyes dark with arousal.
"Don't be a pervert," you shoved him to the side, "Anyways, what i meant was, the song... it just doesn't make sense how anyone could even do that position. I can't picture it... Like the girl is like-" you muttered as you attempted to horribly show what you meant with your hands, "-and the boy is... you know what, nevermind."
"You dont get it?" Riki laughed, his hand sliding toward your thigh to give it a squeeze, "It's not that hard to understand, pretty."
Jungwon’s grin widened, as he nodded eagerly, “We’ll show you how it works.” He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
Riki’s hand tightened on your thigh, his own a burning sensation, sending heat through your body.
"Ha ha, very funny," you muttered sarcastically before looking between the both of them, "youre not joking are you? This is gonna be a long night."
Jungwon grabbed your hand, pullimg you up and guiding you to stand between them. He turned you so you could face Riki, then pressed his chest against your back, his hands sliding up to cup your chest through the thin fabric if your shirt.
Moving inwards, Jungwon undid the buttons of your shirt, pulling it off as Riki did the same to your skirt- leaving you in only your underwear. Only then did they strip off too, standing bare in the apartment.
Riki stepped in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours as he reached up to cup your chin. "Open up for me," he whispered, thumb tracing the edge of your bottom lip as he leaned in close.
You obeyed, opening your nouth for him to kiss you- his tongue dancing with yours as spit dripped down their chins.
All the while Jungwon kept playing with your tits, toying with your nipples as he sucked on the skin of your shoulders and neck.
Breaking the kiss for a breath, Riki whispered against your ear, “Now its time for the fun part."
He guided your head down, fingers gripping the base of his cock, pulling you by the hair towards the thick head.
You stretched your mouth open as wide as you could, taking the length of Riki’s cock deep, feeling the hot skin slide over your tongue as you began to suck, your cheeks hollowing with each eager bob. Riki moaned low, his hips thrusting slightly as he fucked your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully.
Meanwhile, Jungwon positioned himself behind you, his cock slick with precum as he rubbed it against your entrance. He didn’t waste time, pushing in with a firm, relentless thrust that filled you completely.
You moaned around Riki’s cock, the vibration sending a shudder through him. Jungwon set a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward, each thrust driving you harder over the edge. The room filled with the wet sounds of sucking, the slap of skin on skin, and their ragged breathing.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jungwon grunted, his voice thick with heat. “Take it all, baby.” He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth finding the nape of your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Riki, feeling your throat spasm around him, pulled your head back just enough to look into your eyes. “Look at me while you choke on my cock, angel," he commanded, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheekbone, the blue highlights in his hair catching in the light. You obeyed, your gaze locked onto his, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
The intensity built, a coil tightening low in your belly. Jungwon’s thrusts grew more frabtic, his breath hot against your ear. “I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. Riki’s own rhythm faltered as he felt the familiar swell at the base of his cock, his balls tightening.
With a guttural groan, Jungwon came first, his cum spilling deep inside you, hot and thick, lushing you so far over the edge that you came too, liquid spilling around his heavy cock.
You screamed around Riki, the sound muffled, waves of pleasure making your vision blur and your thighs shake.
Riki followed seconds later, his release thick and heavy as he filled your mouth, his cum spilling over your tongue, some dripping down your chin.
You swallowed obediently, the salty taste mixing with the lingering heat of Jungwon’s load still pulsing inside you.
Both men eased back, their chests heaving, sweat glistening on their skin. Riki brushed a stray strand of your hair away from your face, his thumb tracing the shadowy line of your jaw with a quiet tenderness. “You took it so well,” he murmured, voice softer now.
He leaned in slowly, pulling you up and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, his tongue exploring yours as his hands roamed over your breasts. You moaned into his mouth, the remains of your orgasm still humming through your nerves.
When they finally broke apart, breathing hard, you felt a fresh surge of desire coil tighter than before. You glanced at Jungwon, then at Riki, seeing the same hungry fire reflected in their eyes. “I…" you sighed, dropping back onto the sofa behind you.
"Thats okay, take your time, sweet," Jungwon dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing kisses along your calf and upwards.
You reached down, gripping his chin in your hand as you brushed your thumb against his cheek. Pulling him up, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, their tongues moving against each other sloppily.
Riki sat between your legs on the floor, pressung kisses on your thighs, slowly easing upwards until his timgue was buried in your pussy. "So wet for me, my love," he muttered agaisnt your cunt before pushing his tongue inside again.
You whimped into Jungwon's mouth, one hand pushing Riki's head down while the other held Jungwon's hand- squeezing tightly as the pressure built up.
The coil snapped in your lower belly as hot spurts of cum spilled out of you and onto Riki's tongue- who lalped at it furiously.
Riki’s hips stuttered in the air, before ropes of his own cum shot onto the carpet below them.
Riki’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he neared release. “Fuck…" he gasped, pulling back to breathe.
"That... was something..." you whispered, panting in the low light of the room.
Riki stood up, attempting to sit beside them, but instead collapsed on top of them, sweat dripping from his body. The music was a low murmur in the background. Jungwon rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. “You’re fucking incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the intensity.
Riki, still catching his breath, trailed his fingers along the red streaks in your hair, his touch possessive. “Again?” he asked, a sly smile dancing across his feautures.
You, eyes half‑lidded, heart pounding, could only nod, the aftermath of the last few rounds spinning through your head as Jungwon pushed his hand between your thighs.
𝓘𝐍 𝓦𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ❤︎ after crossing the line with your best friend, you finally reunite for a simple date to clarify things only for him to completely snap the second you're alone. (pt.1)
𝓖𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗭’𝗦 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄 ─── 𝜗ৎ smut. (mdni) || warnings ' needy!jake bsf2lovers obsessive behavior praise kink mutual pining cunnilingus face riding oral sex fingering creampie || talktalk ' i’m really sorry for the wait, a lot of people have been asking me for a part two so here we are, also i made this while i was sick so i hope it didn't turned out bad lol.
a whole week had passed since that morning, and the silence between you two had been nearly deafening. you’d exchanged a few scattered, hesitant texts mostly logistical check-ins or some tiktoks but you hadn't seen each other in person. the weight of what had happened was probably too much for you.
when jake finally texted asking to meet up at a quiet little bubble tea shop not so far from where you lived, your heart did a little nervous flip.
the café was small and cute, filled with the sound of an indie playlist and the scent of sweet tapioca and brewed tea. jake was already sitting at a corner booth when you walked in, staring down at his phone, his tall frame looking slightly awkward crammed into the small wooden seat. he was wearing a simple gray hoodie, his dark hair falling over his forehead, looking devastatingly handsome.
when he looked up and caught your eye, his posture instantly straightened.
"hey" he said, his voice soft as you slid into the booth opposite him. he pushed a plastic cup with a fat straw toward you. "i ordered your usual taro with boba, half sweet."
"thanks jakey" you said, offering a faint smile as you took a sip.
for the first ten minutes, the air was thick with a fragile awkwardness. jake kept fidgeting with his cup, his long fingers tearing the paper wrapper of his straw into tiny pieces. he looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin, his eyes constantly darting to your face, then down to your lips then back to his drink. the shameless pervert from a week ago seemed to have retreated behind a wall of pure anxious restraint.
"so," jake started, clearing his throat, his dark eyes fixing onto yours with a sudden serious intensity. "are we...how are you? you've been a little quiet this week."
"i was just giving us space to process," you admitted, swirling the pearls at the bottom of your cup. "it was a lot jake. we jumped from best friends to...whatever that was, in less than twenty four hours."
jake swallowed hard his jaw clenching slightly. "i know and i'm sorry if i freaked you out, i was so desperate that night y/n. i couldn't hold it in anymore but the last thing i ever wanted to do was make you feel weird around me."
he reached across the small wooden table, his hand hovering hesitatingly over yours before he finally plucked up the courage to let his fingers brush against your knuckles. the simple touch sent a little shiver through your spine.
"i miss you" he added, his voice dropping into a whisper, completely dropping any act of playing it cool. "fucking hell y/n. this week has been torture, i couldn't stop thinking about you. i couldn't even look at my couch without losing my mind."
a soft flushed giggle escaped your lips, the thick tension in the air instantly dissolving. "you're ridiculous dummy."
"i'm serious" jake insisted, a small hopeful smile tugging at his lips as he squeezed your hand tightly. "look, my apartment is like five minutes away. do you want to just... leave here and go back to my place? we can actually talk properly or just chill. no pressure i swear, i just want you near me."
you looked into his eyes, seeing the same devotion, warmth and desperate needy edge that had drawn you in from the start. "yeah" you whispered. "let's go to your place".
the walk to jake’s apartment was quiet, but it was no longer tense. his fingers were securely intertwined with yours the entire way, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently.
the moment the front door to his apartment clicked shut behind you, the pretense of "just talking" completely shattered.
jake didn't even wait for you to take your shoes off. he threw his keys onto the entryway table, turned around and crowded you right up against the wooden door. his hands came up to frame your face, his palms warm against your cheeks, his dark eyes blown wide with an overwhelming hunger.
"i tried so hard to be normal at the café ugh" jake panted out, his forehead resting against yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips. "i swear i tried to be good y/n but having you right here, in my space…i'm losing it all over again."
"j-jake" you gasped, your hands automatically coming up to grip his waist feeling the tight, firm muscles beneath his sweater. "we were supposed to clarify things."
"we are clarifying" he insisted, his voice breaking into a needy, pathetic whimper as he leaned down and slammed his mouth over yours.
the kiss was instant, deep and intoxicating. jake tasted like sweet brown sugar and pure heat, his tongue sweeping past your lips, he pulled you flush against him, his hips pressing into yours until you could feel the unmistakable rigid length of his erection straining against his jeans.
"you're my girlfriend," jake mumbled against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, lifting you up slightly so you were completely pinned between him and the door. "tell me you're my girlfriend y/n. tell me we're doing this for real now please please please, no more secret obsessions, just you and me."
"we're doing it for real" you whimpered back, arching into his touch, your fingernails digging into the fabric of his sweater. "i'm your girlfriend jake."
a groan escaped his chest at your words. he practically carried you to his bedroom, the two of you stumbling through the hallway in a mess of desperate kisses and frantic hands. he deposited you onto his bed, instantly stripping his hoodie off and tossing it somewhere across the room, leaving his broad chest exposed and heavy with ragged breaths.
he knelt on the mattress between your legs, his hands trembling violently as he reached for the hem of your shirt. "can i? please y/n let me look at you, let me worship you."
you nodded, lifting your arms as he pulled your shirt over your head, followed quickly by your bra. he smiled his gaze dragging over your bare skin with a dirty, worshipful reverence that made your entire body flush red.
he didn't waste a single second. jake slid down your body, his hands hooking into the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them both down your legs in one swift, impatient motion until you were completely bare beneath him.
he pushed your knees wide apart, settling himself comfortably between your thighs on his knees. the view of your soaked aching core open for him made his dark eyes darken even further, a shameless hungry grin stretching across his face.
"mmm you are so pretty for me," jake whispered, his voice dripping with thick, heavy praise as he leaned down, his hot breath brushing right against your sensitive core. "so wet, y/n. look at what you do to me, i'm going to eat you out until you can't even remember your own name."
before you could even respond, jake pressed his mouth directly against you.
a loud cry tore from your throat as his warm tongue made its first broad, wet swipe up your center, flattening out over your clit. jake groaned loudly against your skin, the vibration sending intense electric shocks straight to your core. he held your thighs open with a bruising grip, his knuckles white, completely refusing to let you pull away as he dove in with a wild intensity.
"jake, oh- fuck!" you screamed out, your fingers tangling into his dark hair, pulling him closer, pushing him harder against you.
he was relentless. jake ate you out with a needy, desperate rhythm, his tongue working over your clit in fast, slippery licks while two of his fingers slid deep inside your soaking cunt, pumping into you so good. he made the filthiest, most pathetic sounds into your lap whimpering, groaning and drinking you in as if he were a dying man in a desert.
"you taste so good y/n" jake gasped out against your slick skin, breaking his suction just a second to look up at you with blown-out, ruined eyes. his mouth was dripping wet, flushed pink. "so sweet for your boyfriend, suck my fingers baby. come for my mouth, let me taste how much you want me."
he slid his wet fingers out of you and pushed them straight into your mouth. you sucked on them greedily, the taste of your own arousal mixed with the salt of his skin driving you over the absolute edge.
jake went back to work with a smirk on his face, his tongue flicking over your clit in short, fast strokes, his thumb pressing hard against your sensitive spot. the coil in your stomach tightened so fast it made your vision go blurry.
"jakey~ i'm going to- i'm coming jake!" you cried out, your hips thrusting helplessly off the mattress, riding his face as the climax hit you with force.
jake didn't pull back. he ate you out through your entire orgasm, his mouth swallowing your cute moans, his tongue licking up every drop of your release with a dark, obsessive hunger until your thighs were shaking violently against his shoulders.
when he finally lifted his head, his face was flushed, his lips swollen and his eyes completely ruined with love and dirty satisfaction. he crawled up your body, hovering over you, his chest heaving as he stared down into your unfocused eyes.
"you're mine" jake panted out softly, kissing your nose, your cheeks, and then pressing his wet lips firmly to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "forever y/n, you're never getting rid of me."
"i don't ever want to" you whispered back, wrapping your shaking legs around his hips, pulling him down to finish what you started.
jake didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. the moment he pulled his wet mouth away from yours, his hand was already at the button of his jeans, undoing them with uncoordinated clumsiness that betrayed just how far gone he was.
"i can't wait anymore y/n. i need to be inside you right now" he groaned, his voice completely broken. he kicked his pants and underwear off in one quick desperate motion, his long rigid length springing free, heavily flushed and leaking at the tip.
he hovered over you, his eyes entirely fixed on where you were still slick and open for him, you were just too pretty.
"look at you" jake whispered, his voice trembling as he positioned his tip right against your entrance. "you're so wet for me. you look so damn good spread out on my bed like this. tell me you want me inside you, tell me please."
"jake put it in" you whined reaching down to grip his hips, pulling him forward. "please i need you so much."
jake let out a sharp breath at your words. he gripped your waist tightly, his hands digging into your skin and slowly pushed his hips forward.
the feeling of him filling you up slowly and completely was so fucking good, he stretched you so deliciously. jake moaned loudly, his eyes closing tight as he buried himself all the way to the hilt, his forehead coming down to rest against yours, his whole body shuddering from the intense heat of your core wrapping around him.
"fuck- y/n" jake whimpered against your lips, his hips beginning to roll into you with a perfect pressure. "you feel so tight and so warm nghh i love you so much. you have no idea how long i've dreamed about this, about being inside you like this."
"don't hold back" you gasped out, your hands sliding up his back, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled back and plunged in deep once more. "move faster p-please."
that was all it took to completely break his self-control.
jake began to fuck into you so wildly, his hips smacking hard against yours with every stroke. the bed frame creaked against the wall, but neither of you cared. he was panting directly into your ear, showering your face and neck with messy wet kisses.
"you're my girl" jake praised as his pace turned completely feral. "so good for me taking all of me, just like that, look at me y/n~ look at your boyfriend."
you opened your eyes, staring up into his ruined, adoring face as another wave of intense heat began to coil tightly in your stomach. jake's eyes were wide, blown-out and completely locked onto yours, his hands moving to lace his fingers with yours, pinning your wrists to the mattress as he rode you with absolute, unchecked devotion.
"jake i'm close again" you cried out, your hips arching up to meet every heavy thrust, your voice cracking under the pleasure.
"come for me my baby, do it" jake begged, his voice breaking into a whimpering gasp as he speeded up his rhythm, his hips hitting you at a relentless, perfect angle. "come all over me, let me feel you squeeze around me."
the second climax hit you like a wave, crashing through your entire body and making your thighs lock around his waist. the tight squeezing of your inner muscles immediately pushed jake right over the edge.
jake let out a cry, his entire body going stiff as he shoved himself as deep inside you as he could go. he came right after you, spilling himself thick and warm inside you, his breath coming in ragged, broken sobs against your neck as he collapsed completely on top of you.
jake stayed buried deep inside you, his heavy body pressing you down into the mattress, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame as if he were afraid you would vanish into thin air if he let go for even a second.
he slowly lifted his head, his face flushed, his hair a total mess, and his eyes shining with an overwhelming fluffy warmth. he pressed a soft sweet kiss to your lips then your nose then your cheek.
"i'm never letting you leave this bed" jake whispered softly, a completely smitten grin spreading across his lips. "we're staying right here forever."
𝓘𝐍 𝓦𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ❤︎ your best friend is an absolute pervert with a massive fixation on you, stealing your clothes and losing his mind, until he finally breaks down and begs you to let him cross the line. (pt.2)
𝓖𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗭’𝗦 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄 ─── 𝜗ৎ smut. (mdni) || warnings ' perv!jake bsf2lovers dry humping obsessive behavior scent fetish overcoming boundaries mutual pining marking || talktalk ' idk what to think about this it’s just hot to me he’s so pervert coded sorry not sorry.
it was supposed to be a normal movie night right? just you and jake, tangled up in a mess of blankets on your couch, a half empty bowl of popcorn sitting between you. but the air in the room felt heavy, thick with a tension that had been building for months. jake wasn't watching the screen. he was watching you, his dark eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the way your lips parted slightly as you breathed, the way your oversized shirt slipped off your shoulder.
you knew jake was a bit of a deviant. he didn't exactly hide it from you, his best friend. he’d make offhand, shameless comments about things that should have made you blush, but you’d always laughed them off as jake just being jake. what you didn't know, what you only recently started to piece together, was how deep that fixation went when it came to you.
it started with small things. a look that lingered too long. the way he’d volunteered to do your laundry when you were sick, only for you to notice later that a pair of your lace underwear had mysteriously vanished, never to be found. you’d caught him once, standing in your bedroom when he thought you were in the kitchen, holding a sweater you’d worn the day before, his face buried deep in the fabric, inhaling your scent with a desperate, shaky breath. you hadn't said anything then, too shocked and, if you were being completely honest with yourself, too thrilled by the raw hunger in his eyes to confront him. but tonight, the boundaries were melting away.
jake shifted, shifting closer until his thigh was pressed hard against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off him. when you turned your head to look at him, you found him already staring, his gaze intense, almost agonizingly focused on your mouth.
"you're not even watching," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly under the weight of his stare.
"can't," jake muttered, his voice rougher than usual. "there's something much better to look at right here."
you swallowed hard, your heart hammering against your ribs. "jake, don't do this. we talked about this. we're friends."
"i know," he said, and the sheer desperation in his voice made your stomach flip. he reached out, his long fingers trembling just a little as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his thumb brushed against your cheekbone, his skin scorching hot. "i know we're friends, y/n. i swear i try to remember that. but it's driving me fucking insane."
"what is?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.
jake let out a breathless laugh, dropping his hand to rest on the cushion right next to your thigh. "you. everything about you. i spend every single day thinking about you. do you have any idea what i do when i'm alone in my apartment? do you know what i think about?"
you stayed quiet, your breath hitching.
"i think about you," jake confessed, leaning in closer, his scent of cedar and pure warmth overwhelming your senses. "i take your clothes, y/n. that sweater you lost last month? i have it. it's under my pillow. i jerk off into it because it smells like you. i sit on my bed, closing my eyes, imagining it's your hands on me instead of my own. i'm a sick fuck, i know it. i'm a pervert. but i need you so bad it hurts."
the honesty of it, the absolute lack of shame mixed with such raw vulnerability, sent a shivering wave of heat straight to your core. you should have been offended. you should have kicked him out. instead, your thighs rubbed together beneath the blanket, already slick.
"jake," you breathed out, your hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the frantic, erratic thumping of his heart. "we can't. if we do this, if we cross this line, there is no going back. i don't want to lose you. you're my best friend."
"i don't want to lose you either," jake said, his forehead coming to rest against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "fucking hell, y/n, you're the best thing in my life. but i'm dying here. just looking at you, touching you like this, it's not enough anymore. i need to feel you. please. just let me have this. let us have this."
"and what happens tomorrow?" you asked, your fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him just a fraction of an inch closer.
"we'll figure it out tomorrow," jake promised, his voice dropping to a needy, pathetic whimper. "just please, y/n. let me." you didn't answer with words. instead, you tilted your head up and closed the small distance between you, pressing your lips to his.
jake let out a choked sound, between a groan and a sob, and instantly took over the kiss. it wasn't a gentle, sweet first kiss. it was a collision. his mouth opened over yours, his tongue sweeping in with a fierce, possessive hunger that left you completely breathless. he gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against his chest as if he wanted to meld your bodies together.
the popcorn bowl fell to the floor, forgotten, as jake shifted his weight, climbing over you and pinning you to the couch. he broke the kiss for a split second to tear his shirt off, tossing it blindly into the room, before diving right back down to feast on your lips. his skin was burning, slick with a light sweat of pure anticipation.
"y/n, oh god, y/n," jake chanted against your mouth, his hands wandering frantically over your body, bunching up your shirt, his palms rough against your bare skin.
he didn't even wait to take your shorts off. the need in him was too feral, too far gone. he settled himself directly between your thighs, the heavy, rigid length of his erection pressing hard against your center through both layers of your clothes. then, he began to grind.
it was a slow, heavy roll of his hips at first, finding the perfect angle. you let out a loud moan right into his mouth, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to lock him close. that sound seemed to snap something inside him. the pace turned frantic, desperate, and completely unchecked.
jake dry humped you with a wild, rhythmic urgency that made the entire couch creak beneath you. every downstroke of his hips pressed his hardness perfectly against your aching core, creating a friction so intense you could feel the heat blooming inside you like wildfire. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving dark marks that you knew would stay for days.
"you feel so good," jake gasped out, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back. "even through your clothes, you're so warm. y/n, please. look at me."
you forced your heavy eyelids open, staring up into his face. jake looked completely wrecked. his hair was a messy nest, his cheeks were flushed dark red, and his eyes were wide, blown out, and filled with a devotion that made your heart ache just as much as your core.
"i've wanted this for years," jake whispered, his hips continuing their relentless, desperate friction against yours. his movements were getting faster, shorter, his breath hitching as he edged closer to the brink just from the sheer feel of you beneath him. "every single time i looked at you. every time you smiled at me. i'm so sorry i'm like this, y/n. i'm so sorry i'm so dirty for you."
"don't apologize," you whined, arching your back, throwing your head back against the armrest as another heavy roll of his pelvis hit you perfectly. "jake, don't stop. please."
"never," he groaned, his hands moving down to grip your thighs, keeping you pinned, keeping you open for him as he rode your thigh with a pathetic, whimpering sort of desperation. "i'm going to ruin myself for you. i already have."
the sheer friction of his jeans against your thin shorts was driving you insane. you could feel the dampness of your own arousal soaking through the fabric, making the contact even more intense, more electric. jake felt it too. he let out a loud, broken whimper, his hips slamming into yours over and over in a quick, merciless rhythm that had you gripping his bare shoulders for dear life, your nails digging into his skin.
"jake, i'm close, i'm going to," you cried out, your vision blurring as the coil of pleasure tightened to an unbearable point.
"cum for me, y/n. let me feel it," jake begged, his voice cracking. he gave one last, deep, heavy grind, his whole body stiffening as he buried his face in your hair.
the orgasm crashed over you in violent, pulsing waves, making your thighs quiver around his waist. right at that exact moment, with your body squeezing around him through the fabric, jake lost his grip completely. he let out a loud, guttural cry, his hips stuttering into you one, two, three more times before he completely froze, his muscles locking tight as he came hard into his own underwear, the heat of it transferring right through to your skin.
the room fell silent, save for the sound of your loud, synchronized, ragged breathing.
jake collapsed fully against you, his heavy chest rising and falling against yours, his face still hidden in your neck. he didn't move for a long time, just holding you as if you would disappear if he let go. his hands, still resting on your hips, were twitching slightly.
after a few minutes, he slowly lifted his head. the feral, perverted hunger from before was replaced by something incredibly soft, almost anxious. he looked down at you, searching your face, a sudden wave of panic in his eyes.
"did i ruin it?" he whispered, his voice incredibly small. "y/n, please tell me i didn't just ruin everything."
you looked at him, taking in his messy hair, his flushed face, and the absolute devotion shining in his eyes. a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. you reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb wiping away a stray bead of sweat.
"you didn't ruin anything, you idiot," you giggled softly.
jake let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension leaving his shoulders as he leaned heavily into your touch, closing his eyes. "i love you so much. you have no idea. i'm still a creep, though. i'm still keeping that sweater."
you laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that filled the quiet room. "i know you are, jake. we'll talk about your theft problems later. but right now? i think you still owe me a proper round without our clothes on."
jake's eyes snapped open, a wicked, familiar spark returning to them as a slow, shameless grin spread across his face. "baby, you have no idea what you just started."
your boyfriend doesn’t like physical touch… right?
pairing: sunoo x touchy!reader || wc: 1.8k || cw: smut!! kissing, making out, naked cuddling(?), p in v, unprotected sex (don't), marking, light breast play, body worship, themes of emotional vulnerability, miscommunication / misunderstandings, established relationship || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: another sunoo work, now thanks to this request!! (i love writing for sunoo :(( i should do it more often)
you have been together for several months now and, in some kind of way, it feels like a dream. he is all gentle smiles, warm laughter, and quiet attentiveness that makes your heart ache in the best meaning of the word.
you, on the other hand, have always been incredibly touchy. you love holding hands, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing kisses to his cheeks, playing with his hair, cuddling so close that it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins. it’s your love language, the way you show him how much he means to you.
but one evening, while scrolling through old interviews, you come across something sunoo once said. he isn’t the touchiest person. he values his personal space and feels most comfortable with lighter, occasional affection rather than constant physical closeness. the words stick with you. you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, not even a little.
so you start holding back little by little.
you stop initiating long hugs. when you do reach for his hand, you let go sooner than you want to. goodnight kisses become quick pecks. you cut back on clinging to his arm when you walk together or resting your head on his shoulder during movie nights.
it feels unnatural, but you tell yourself it’s the right thing. you never want him to feel like he has to endure your touchiness just to keep you happy.
sunoo notices almost immediately, though it takes him a few days to fully understand what’s happening.
at first he thinks maybe you’re tired or stressed. but the pattern continues. during a quiet dinner at his dorm, you sit close but don’t drape your legs over his like you used to. when he leans in for a kiss, you respond sweetly but pull away first. later that night, when you cuddle on the couch, your hand rests on his chest instead of slipping under his shirt to trace his skin the way you once did freely.
he frowns softly to himself, watching you. something is off.
a couple of days later, after a gentle practice session, he pulls you into his room for some alone time. the two of you sit on his bed, legs tangled lightly. he reaches for your hand and plays with your fingers, something he knows you love.
“baby,” he says quietly, voice soft and careful. “can i ask you something?”
you nod, smiling at him. “of course.”
he hesitates for a second, searching your eyes. “you’ve been… different lately. with me. with touching me. you used to be so much more affectionate, and now it feels like you’re holding back. did i do something? or are you okay?”
your heart drops. you look down at your joined hands, cheeks warming with guilt. “i… i heard what you said in that interview. about not being the touchiest person. i didn’t want to overstep or make you uncomfortable. i love touching you, sunoo, but i never want you to feel like you have to deal with it if it’s too much for you. so i’ve been trying to wait for you to initiate and not… drag it out.”
sunoo’s eyes widen slightly, then soften with understanding and a hint of sadness. he squeezes your hand tighter and brings it up to press a lingering kiss to your knuckles.
“oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “i did say that. and it’s true in general… but that was before i met you. with you, it’s different. i love when you touch me. i love your hugs and your kisses and the way you cling to me. it makes me feel wanted and safe. i guess i never told you clearly enough.”
you blink up at him, surprised. “really? i thought i was being too much.”
he shakes his head, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “you’re not too much. i want all of it. please don’t hold back anymore. i miss my touchy girlfriend.”
relief floods through you. you let out a shaky laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. he hugs you back tightly, hands rubbing slow circles on your back, and this time he doesn’t let go first. he holds you for a long time, breathing you in.
from that moment, sunoo makes it his mission to show you how much he means it.
the next few days are filled with much more intentional skinship. in the morning, he pulls you into a long hug in the kitchen while you make coffee — arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. he presses soft kisses along your neck until you giggle and melt against him. when you sit together on the couch, he tugs you onto his lap and keeps you there, hands gently stroking your thighs.
“touch me back,” he whispers one afternoon while you’re both reading on his bed. “i like it when your hands are on me.”
you smile shyly and slide your fingers under his shirt, tracing the smooth skin of his stomach and chest. he sighs happily and leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed. it becomes a new routine. he asks for your affection openly, and you give it freely again, heart full.
one evening he comes home from practice exhausted but happy. the second the door closes, he wraps you in a backhug, nose nuzzling into your hair.
“i missed you,” he mumbles, kissing the side of your neck slowly. his hands rest on your stomach, warm and steady. you lean back into him, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. he stays like that for minutes, just holding you, swaying gently.
the affection builds steadily, comfortable and warm, until movie night a few days later.
you two are curled up in his bed, lights dimmed, a soft rom-com playing on his laptop. halfway through the film, sunoo pauses it and turns to you. his eyes are dark and tender in the low light. without a word, he cups your face and kisses you deeply.
it starts sweet but quickly turns heated. his lips move against yours with growing hunger, tongue sliding in to taste you. you moan softly into his mouth, hands roaming his chest and shoulders. he pulls you closer, one hand tangling in your hair, the other slipping under your shirt to caress your bare waist.
“i want to feel all of you,” he whispers between kisses, voice a little breathless. “can we take these off? i just… want to be close. skin to skin. nothing between us.”
your heart races. you nod, already tugging at his shirt. clothes come off slowly, reverently. soon you’re both naked, bodies pressed together under the warm blankets. sunoo pulls you on top of him, hands exploring your back, your hips, your thighs. he kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every second.
“you feel so good,” he murmurs against your lips. his fingers trace your spine, then slide down to cup your ass, squeezing gently. you shiver and kiss along his jaw, down his neck, hands roaming freely over his smooth chest and toned stomach. it’s intimate, vulnerable, and incredibly loving.
you stay like that for a long time, kissing, touching, whispering sweet things to each other. eventually the movie is completely forgotten. you fall asleep tangled together, naked and warm, his arms wrapped securely around you.
the next morning, sunlight filters softly through the curtains. you wake up first, still nestled against sunoo’s chest. his breathing is slow and even, one arm draped over your waist, leg tangled with yours. skin to skin. the feeling is perfect. you nuzzle closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone.
sunoo stirs a few minutes later. he opens his eyes, looks down at you, and a slow, beautiful smile spreads across his face. he tightens his hold, pulling you even closer if that’s possible.
“this,” he says quietly, voice husky with sleep, “is my favorite way to wake up. having you right here, like this. i didn’t know how much i needed it until now.”
you smile up at him, heart swelling. “i love it too. love being close to you.”
his hand starts moving then, slow and exploratory. he traces your side, cups your breast gently, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens. you sigh softly, arching into his touch. your own hands wander, sliding down his chest, over his stomach, and lower, wrapping around his half-hard cock. he groans quietly, hips twitching.
the morning sex that follows is soft and passionate. there’s no rush. sunoo rolls you onto your back and kisses you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth while his hands map every inch of your body. he takes his time, lips trailing down your neck, sucking lightly at your collarbone, moving lower to pay attention to your breasts. you moan his name, fingers threading through his soft hair.
when he finally slides into you, it’s slow and deep, both of you gasping at the feeling. he stays there for a moment, buried fully, forehead pressed to yours, just feeling you around him. then he starts moving, gentle rolls of his hips that build gradually. your hands roam his back, nails lightly scratching, pulling him closer. his hands never stop touching you — caressing your thighs, squeezing your waist, cupping your face so he can kiss you through every thrust.
“i love you,” he whispers against your lips, voice trembling with pleasure. “i love feeling you like this. i love how you touch me.”
you whisper it back, legs wrapping tighter around him. the pace stays tender but grows more intense, bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. every touch, every kiss, every shared breath feels meaningful. when you come, it’s with his name on your lips, clenching around him. he follows soon after, burying his face in your neck as he fills you, hips stuttering.
afterward, you stay connected, catching your breath. sunoo peppers your face with soft kisses, murmuring how beautiful you are, how much he loves having you close. you trace lazy patterns on his back, completely content.
he eventually pulls out gently and rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms again. the sheets are warm, your bodies still flushed and pressed together. he kisses the top of your head and sighs happily.
“we’re doing this more often,” he says with a soft laugh. “the naked cuddling. the morning everything. all of it. i don’t want to go back to holding back, even a little.”
you smile against his chest, nodding. “good. because i’ve missed touching you whenever i want.”
sunoo chuckles and tilts your chin up for another deep kiss. the two of you stay in bed for a long time that morning, talking quietly, touching lazily, basking in the new closeness you’ve found together. what started as a small misunderstanding has brought you even closer, and sunoo realizes he never wants to let go of this feeling.
from then on, the touches come naturally again — yours eager and loving, his now just as open and welcoming. every hug lasts longer. every kiss lingers. and every night you fall asleep in each other’s arms, skin to skin, hearts full.
A/N: I'm in the mood for freakbot Sunoo, Y'all come grab a plate! 🤷🏽♀️🍽️
He's been in the studio for a while, stuck repeating the same few lines until he's satisfied with his delivery, everyone else in the building have since gone home except for a few staff members. Sunoo groans as he frustratedly massages his temples, he can't seem to stay focused. All that occupies his mind is you. Your face, your voice...your body...Maybe it's been too long since he's last fucked you, maybe it's been too long since he's let loose and stopped drowning himself in work. He's a perfectionist and that's what always ends up keeping him away late from you, you know how serious he takes his job so you never complain about him working late but of course you always miss him like crazy when you get in bed and his body heat isn't there to lull you to sleep.
He turns to look at the clock, it's not too late, you should still be awake. He pulls out his phone and texts up and message he knows will get your attention.
"Hey baby, you got a minute to send?"
You read the message a minute later and the texting bubbles immediately appear at the bottom of his screen, He feels himself already getting excited even though nothing has happened yet, that's how you know it's been too long.
"For you? Always ;) "
There may be some misconceptions about your relationship but this isn't the first time you've had freaky time on the phone, and it definitely won't be the last. You start off tame, sending him a photo of your cleavage in your spaghetti strap tank top, your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. Sunoo groans to himself at the photo, he loves your tits. He's cum in his pants just from sucking them, they are his ultimate weakness. He grabs himself in his jeans, pressing and rubbing slowly as he exams the picture whole.
Another photo loads in— this time your top is long gone and it's just your bare breast in frame, Sunoo feels like he could cum already but where's the fun in that? He represses the feeling while continuing to grope himself, his head leans back a bit as he lets out a moan, no one should be around this area so he can be a loud as he wants even though if someone heard..he wouldn't mind
"You're so beautiful, angel, fuck...keep them coming"
You obey his request and another photo fills his screen, Your mouth is open, tongue out, allowing spit to glide down to your breast. Sunoo feels his entire body ignite in flames, He wonders if you know just how much you wreck him, even through the smallest things. He squeezes his hard dick before snapping a picture and sending it to you
"I'm so hard for you, baby..think you can help me?"
You think you can show him better than tell him so you send another picture, Your legs spread as your underwear clings to the damp spot in the middle and the words attached to it—
"I miss your cock so much :( "
"I know, my love. I promise when i'm home I'll fuck you all night. Would that make my angel happy?"
"Mhm, I'll be waiting~"
You reply, with a photo attached of your now bare glistening pussy, two fingers teasing your clit. Sunoo grunts as he hurriedly undoes his jeans, He frees his flushed cock that slaps against his stomach. He sends a picture of the scene. There's pause in photos and text indicating that you're occupied touching yourself as well, Sunoo slowly strokes his cock, squeezing the base then teasing his tip, he's about to ask for a video but you beat it to it. It's a 30 second long clip of you duo fingering yourself, the sounds of your wet pussy makes Sunoo stroke a little faster. He replays the video multiple times before sending a video back of his stroking himself, he makes sure to moan and whimper just how you like.
"Fuck~ my cock misses being buried inside you, baby. Make sure you stretch yourself out nice and wide for me"
You send another video, this one a couple seconds longer than the last, you creamy covered fingers rapidly thrust into you, you broken moans fuel a faster speed from Sunoo. "Ahh shit, i'm so close, babe! c-can I cum? please let me cum.."
Even with him not being in the same room you still beg for his permission to cum, He tells you to hold of for a bit until he's on the brink of release as well. He tells you to record yourself cumming and send it to him. He leans his head back against the cold leather chair, his arm burning with exhaustion but the need to cum is too great, he spits down on the tip, pressing record as he thrust up into his fight, spurring his think white ropes of cum all over his hand.
It doesn't take you long to send you video, your legs are shaking and you've got one hand rubbing your clit while the other fucks you open, you moan and plead for him, your back arching off the bed as you squirt all over yourself. You bring the camera up to your face and get you sucking your squirt coated fingers.
"I'll be home in 20, be ready for me when I get there."
drabble ... nsfw!!! ... contains : biting, smut, begging, love as a petname
wc361 ; ive had this idea for like a year the vampire y/n agenda is so dear to me
sunoo might have a fascination with being bit, and no he doesn't want you to stop. it doesn't help that you just can't resist him ♡
he'll beg you to put your pretty teeth in his neck and whines so cutely when you do, especially as foreplay whether youre on his lap with maybe slow, teasing grinding or tasting the inside of his mouth
"bite me... y/n i need it, bite me, please." desperate hands grab at your hips, your waist, the back of your head even, encouraged by your kisses and nips along his neck.
or sat in front of him on the bed and kneeling between his legs while you ride his thigh and he holds onto your shirt… breathing uneven with little gasps as your fangs sink into his neck.. one hand on the side of his neck and the other on his shoulder, pressing him against the wall while he whimpers under your mouth, back arching and hips lifting under your weight with a gasp.
and his fingers tighten their hold on you when you pull away, urging you back towards his neck with a breathy “again, please” even though his pretty lashes are fluttering and his heart beats a second slower. “are you sure, love? don’t wanna hurt you…” you whisper into his ear, letting your lips brush the skin on purpose, hot breath evoking goosebumps all over his shoulders.
he just nods slowly, humming and eagerly tilting his head to offer his throat and give you easy access :(
sunoo's neck is the ideal appetizer, but the veins at his wrists and soft skin at his shoulders are just so enticing.
holding the boy against any flat surface, a palm at his waist, fingers around his wrist and licking at the puncture as his eyes flutter at his blood that decorates your lips
pulling his shoulder between your teeth while you’re in bed next to him, with his head tucked into your neck and his arms squeezing your waist as he gasps, thighs tensing around yours. especially with your knee between his legs, humming when he grinds against you without hesitation…
he just gets so turned on when you bite him ><
masterlist ────────────── @my1003soda 2026 <3
the power bottom cocky sassy pillow prince sunoo is so prominent in my mind but i just cant stop thinking about this. mb yall.
a/n: HEAR ME OUT. i know sub!jisung is basically my watermark at this point, but this version of him was BEGGING to be written. i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while now. also, ofc i had to mention richard and bbama at least in one of my fics. this was originally almost 5k words, so yeah… i got a little carried away lmao. anyway! all my dom!jisung lovers, this one’s for you. enjoy!!! <3
the bell above the studio door gave a low chime when you pushed it open, the sharp smell of ink and the metallic bite of the autoclave drifting from the back.
the front desk was empty, a single lamp cast long, jagged shadows across the black leather couch and the flash sheets pinned to the walls.
your eyes roamed the room nervously until you heard a door at the end of the hall creaked open. jisung stepped out, wiping his hands on an ink-stained rag.
he wore a black tee that clung to his frame, leaving nothing to the imagination, his bare arms making you lick your lower lip. he stopped inches from you, a slow, flirtatious smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.
“lock the door behind you,” he said, voice low and casual. he jerked his head toward the entrance. “we’re closed for the night. special clients only.”
he didn’t wait for a reaction from you. with a playful wink, he turned toward his private office. you followed, heart hammering against your ribs, every single word of support and encouragement your friends gave you flying out the window
you eased the office door shut. you were nervous as fuck, the silence in the room feeling heavy and electric. you swept your gaze to his desk, which was a chaotic graveyard of sketches and a pack of cigarettes with only one left.
“sit down,” he commanded, patting the edge of the desk. he slumped into the leather chair, rolling it forward until his knees bracketed yours. “show me what we’re working with.”
you raise a brow, bracing yourself as you hopped up. the proximity was suffocating. with a shaky breath, your fingers found the hem of your top. you hiked it up, your gaze fixed on the wall to avoid his.
the cool air hit your left side, a shiver traveling up your spine made you gasp. he wasn’t wearing gloves, just his bare, calloused skin tracing under the curve of your breast. his thumb pressed in, testing the give of muscle and bone with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
“side torso,” he murmured, eyes tracking the line of your hip. “good choice. hurts like a bitch, but it’ll sit pretty.”
his palm remained flat against your skin, grounding you. you bit your lower lip to stifle a hum as his warm breath ghosted against your collarbone. you tried to steady your breathing, fighting the traitorous
what was wrong with you? he was just doing his damn job. your hand gripped the edge of the wooden desk, knuckles whitening as you tried to rein yourself in.
he tilted his head, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of your ribs as if he were already carving the design into your flesh.
“you’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked in a quiet murmur.
you nodded, tongue-tied. you weren’t brave enough to look him in the eye when his gaze felt like a physical touch.
“how long?” his voice was professional, shop-counter casual. that tone carrying a dangerous edge.
you cleared your throat. “a few months. maybe more.”
“need you to be specific, sweetie,” his thumb shifted, mapping the curve under your bra band without slipping beneath it. “i don’t like talking vaguely when i’m about to put something permanent on you.”
“since… before the first consultation,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper. “i just… made up my mind.”
a low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest. “i like that,” he finally glanced up, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. “what took you so long?”
“wanted to be sure about the placement,” you forced a smile, careful not to jostle his hand.
“mmh,” he clearly didn’t buy it. “placement is half the decision. the other half is whether you can sit still while i’m all over you,” his fingers splayed, warm and steady. “can you?”
your lips parted, searching his face for a hidden meaning. he flashed a smug, knowing grin. like he knew how much everything he did affected you on the inside.
“i… i think so,” you stammered, cursing yourself.
“you think so,” he repeated, tasting the words. “not good enough. i need a ‘yes’, or you can head home and come back when you’re ready to handle it.”
the words hit you like a physical shove, your body locking up. when he made to pull his hand away, your fingers shot out to grab his wrist, pinning his palm back against your side. you met his gaze, silent and pleading.
“yes,” you breathed. “i can handle it.”
“fine. then, arms up,” he demmanded. “keep the shirt there and don’t you dare let it drop.”
you obeyed, fabric bunched under your fists. you were painfully exposed, the draft from the vent tickling your skin. jisung leaned in, close enough that you could smell the sharp tang of his studio and the lingering scent of smoke.
he reached for a pen, uncapping it with his teeth. your stomach did a slow-motion vault at the sight of his lips around the plastic, his tongue flicking out.
“i’m going to mark the zone,” he said against the pen, his eyes locking onto yours. “tell me if it feels off.”
the tip of the pen grazed your skin. it was a light, agonizingly slow curve, and you felt every millimeter. his left hand stayed anchored to your waist, a silent reminder that you weren’t going anywhere.
“breathe,” he whispered.
he drew a final, soft ‘x’ at the center of the placement. he pulled back, his breath hitching when he saw your half-lidded eyes and the way you were biting your lip.
“so…” he cleared his throat. “this is the densest part of the work. every time you move, it’ll pull. sure you want it here?”
“it’s fine,” you said, forcing your voice to be steady. “wanna see it when i look down.”
he went still, swallowing hard before finishing the oval outline. you felt him hovering on the edge of disbelief, so you moved, trying to bridge the gap.
“it’s… practical,” you added, fishing for his approval. “nothing more.”
“sure it is,” he tossed the pen aside but kept his hand pressed to your skin. “but, as far as i’m concerned, ‘practical girls’ don’t blush when i mark them.”
heat flooded your throat. “i’m not-”
“you are,” he said, flat and observant. “it’s fine. my job is to put ink on you, not judge what turns you on.”
your face was a fire hazard. you tried to pull the shirt down, but his fingers clamped gently over the fabric, holding you in place.
“not yet, pretty girl. i’m not done looking.”
the words clung to your mind longer than you wanted. you were drowning in his double meanings, too panicked to do anything but play the fool.
you surely considered going home, calling seungmin and screaming how much you hated him your tattoo artists.
he leaned in, his knee coming to rest just outside yours. “now, again, why ribs?”
“i already told you-”
“you told me you want to see it. that’s bullshit,” his fingers returned, pressing into the ‘x’. “why here, where it’ll hurt? where every partner you ever have is going to put their mouth on and know i was first?”
this was too much. your breath snagged, eyes squeezing shut. your panties were damp, you were aching, and completely undone by the heat of his touch.
“jisung,” you warned, your voice barely audible.
“you can walk out. door’s unlocked,” he countered, nodding toward the exit. “or you can keep answering me like an adult who knows exactly what she walked into.”
you stayed on the desk, your knuckles whitened in the fabric of your shirt.
he stood, giving you time to track the shift in his weight. he braced a hand on the desk, looming over your hip, claiming the space as if he’d already built a home there.
“y’know what? i’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
the confession didn’t land all at once. he drew the moment out, making you wait until you were on the verge of begging.
maybe this was the moment where you redirected the conversation, said goodbye and walked out that door, looking for another tattoo artist that didn’t make you sigh like a girl with a crush.
“every appointment,” he began, “i’d watch from the counter. i’d watch your eyes flicker toward me,” his voice dropped, “and, to be completely honest, I was always watching back.”
the words settled in the room, heavy and absolute. his hand didn’t move. if anything, he pressed firmer, anchoring you to him.
“i told myself it was professional interest. then you started booking with me specifically, and i stopped lying to myself,” his thumb mapped the lower curve of his own mark, “i’ve thought about putting my hands on your lower back to check my own work myself.”
he waited, giving you that final, silent out. your heart hammered against your ribs with a frantic, erratic rhythm that you were certain he could feel through his palm.
“tell me you don’t want this, and i go back to a standard consultation,” he said, voice low, absolute decree. “tell me anything else… and i stop being your artist for the next hour.”
the air in the room felt thin. you could hear the ragged drag of your own breath and feel the bite of the desk’s edge against your thighs. your shirt was still bunched in your fists, his hand pressed over your ribs like a claim he hadn’t yet voiced aloud.
“i… i don’t want you to stop,” you murmured, the words barely ghosting past your lips.
something shifted in his expression. his face lit up with a raw, predatory hunger. his eyebrows arched, and his tongue swept across his lower lip in a slow, anticipating drag.
a sudden, violent jolt of arousal spiked between your thighs, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. a broken gasp escaped you when you heard the hungry, relieved sigh he let out in response.
he stepped into the narrow space between your knees, moving with patience. he gave your body time to adjust to his heat, to the solid, grounding weight of his hips brushing while the other rose to cradle your neck.
his thumb pressed firmly against the hinge of your jaw, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
he didn’t kiss you. instead, his hand slid into your hair at the nape of your neck, his fingers tightening until the pull against your scalp sent a shiver racing down your spine. he tilted your head back by degrees until your throat was bared and your eyes had nowhere to go but him.
with a firm grip, he turned you until your hip pressed against the edge of the desk. he leaned in, his palm finding the space between your shoulder blades to anchor you firmly against the wood. his free hand settled at the waistband of your jeans, lingering there, waiting.
“last chance. you sure about this, pretty girl?” he breathed against your shoulder.
“yes…” you whined, hissing at the sheer friction of his body against yours.
only then did he work the button and zipper. he dragged your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion, the fabric catching at your thighs and knees until it pooled, tangling around your legs and binding you just enough that you couldn’t open wide without his help.
the rush of cool air hitting your core made you sob. jisung groaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.
“fuck, look at you,” he rasped. he smoothed his palms up the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide, his gaze hungry. the pause stretched until your hips twitched helplessly. “already dripping, and i haven’t even touched you yet.”
you gasped, your face burning against the desk as the bluntness of his words settled in your cunt. jisung let out a low, dark laugh that vibrated through the hand still pressed against your spine.
“keep making those sounds, baby,” he whispered. “i want every single one of them.”
without warning, a single fingertip traced the seam from from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick of your folds but not entering, teasing.
when he finally circled your clit, the movement almost cruel in its agonizingly slow pace. he held you just on the edge of your pleasure, watching you unravel.
“j-jisung…” you pleaded, your eyes dragging over him.
“oh, you want more?” he pressed two fingers into your entrance, thick and unhurried. “beg then.”
your eyes squeezed shut, swallowing hard, the command vibrating in your skull.
“p-please…” the word broke, shattering in the quiet office.
a smug, satisfied smile bloomed on his face. he pushed in slowly, watching your expression, gauging the stretch until you were panting, whispering incoherencies against the wood.
he drove his fingers, knuckle by knuckle, until his palm pressed flush against your trembling body.
“that’s it,” he murmured. “taking me so well already.”
he curled his fingers inside, searching until he found that specific, wicked spot. he settled into a steady, merciless rhythm. you could hear his own breath hitching, uneven and ragged.
“i’ve thought about this”, he confesses, his voice raw. “how wet you’d get if i just talked to you like this.”
you moaned, a sound torn from your throat, but he didn’t ease up. he added a twist on the outstroke and a sharp press on the in, building a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that filled the room.
“greedy girl,” he murmured, his admiration evident. “you’ve been wanting this for weeks,” he sighed, a heavy, audible sound. “bet you went home after our appointments and put your hand between your legs, thinking about my mouth.”
you tried to shake your head, to deny it, but he slid a third finger inside without mercy. the burn sweetened into an overwhelming fullness. your hips pushed back against him unconsciously. he pinned you firmer, his hand a dead weight against your back.
“stay,” he commanded. “i set the pace and you just take it.”
and you did. you took everything he gave you. your heartbeat slammed against the desk, sweat prickling your hairline. every thrust dragged a high-pitched, broken sound from you, raw and completely stripped of pretense.
“j-jisung, stop- m’gonna… fuck, please- so close…”
you squirmed, your entire body vibrating as the orgasm gathered in your lower belly. your mouth fell open, your back arching as you pushed into his hand.
the tightness in your abdomen snapped and your walls fluttered, spasming hard around his fingers. you slumped against the desk, forehead dropping against the cold wood, completely undone.
jisung groaned, the sight of your release clearly hitting him like a physical blow. a rush of heat coated his hand, and he didn’t stop, continuing with shorter, sharper strokes, milking every pulse until you were raw and oversensitive, still rocking back for more.
“fuck, yes…” he breathed, his voice wrecked with dark amused. “good girl. now, wanna feel you doing it in my mouth.”
before you could process the request, he dropped to his knees behind you. you jolted, surprised, but his hands immediately spread you wider, his thumbs holding you open to his scrutiny.
“w-wait-” you moaned, chest heaving. “i’m sensitive, don’t-”
but he was already there. he dragged his tongue, broad and filthy, from the mess on your thighs up to your clit. you ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip until it bled.
his pace was relentless. he licked and slurped, moaning into your skin like a man starving. your hand slapped the desk, then flew to your mouth to stifle the noise, but it was futile.
he sucked your clit between his lips, teasing with a scrape of his teeth that made your entire body jump. he circled your nub, teasing before suctioning down hard. you throbbed as he licked your folds, giving you barely a second of reprieve before attacking the sensitive spot again.
when you tried to reflexively close your legs, he bit the inside of your thigh hard enough to mark you and held the bite until you whimpered, then soothed the sting with a slow, languid swipe of his tongue.
“stay open,” he panted against your skin. “didn’t tell you to move, did i?”
you shook your head, unable to stop the sobbing sounds, your body hovering on the edge of collapse. when he pushed two fingers back inside while his mouth worked you into a frenzy, you were certain you had lost you mind.
the dual sensation was a short-circuit. he found a rhythm that was relentless, curling, sucking, and thrusting until the sound of your own fluids filled the office.
“oh, fuck-” you gasped, your mouth trembling. “jisung, i can’t- s’too much-”
“you will,” he mumbled against you. “give it to me. wanna taste every drop.”
your second orgasm hit differently, deeper, a pressure in your lower abdomen that peaked with terrifying speed. you clenched your teeth as it crashed over you, harder than the first.
your vision whited out, another gush spilling over his tongue and chin. you whimpered loudly into the wood, your body trembling so violently the desk squeaked under you.
he groaned, obscenely satisfied, drinking his fill of your release. he didn’t stop his fingers, dragging out the climax until your legs turned to jelly and he had to hold your hips up with both hands, anchoring you as you shattered for the second time.
he withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of pressure leaving you feeling strangely hollow. he stepped back just enough to unzip his jeans, the rasp of the teeth echoing in the small room.
he moved behind you, pressing his chest flush against your spine, his hand coming to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly soothing despite the chaos he’d just wrought.
“what… jisung…” your gasps were hoarse.
he offered a slow, rouge smile. “think you can handle it?”
he didn’t wait for a verbal answer. the blunt head of his cock dragged against your soaked folds, a teasing friction, before he settled against your entrance, waiting.
you were arching back into him before he even applied pressure, desperate for the fullness you were clearly primed to receive.
“yes” you panted, the word barely recognizable.
“good girl,” he left a peek against the nape of your neck.
then, he pressed in. he didn’t slam inside, he fed you his length in slow, deliberate inches, letting you feel every ounce of the stretch, the agonizing heat of him as your body bloomed open to accommodate him.
when he bottomed out, he held perfectly still, buried to the hilt, his breath ragged against your skin. one hand fisted in your hair, the other spanning your ribs over the pen marks he’d drawn earlier.
“shit- you’re tight,” he rasped, his voice raw with honesty. “gonna fuck you until you can’t stand straight.”
a single, shaky nod was all the permission he needed. he snapped into a brutal, rhythmic pace that made the desk creak under the strain. he pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your throat open, your spine arching.
his free hand left your ribs to shove under your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple in time with his thrusts until you let out a broken sound.
“jisung, fuck-” you hissed, eyes rolling back. “so good… please, don’t stop…”
his rhythm faltered for a second at the raw sound of your voice. you were so wet, milking him with every clench, every frantic flutter of your muscles. he pushed harder, bottoming out against your cervix, the pleasure so sharp it made your mind fray at the edges.
“so fucking wet,” he panted, his own moans slipping through his teeth. “gonna cum inside you, baby. wanna see you take it all.”
he was fucking you senseless now. the thrusts were sloppy, messy, and relentless. he watched, fixated, as your ass bounced against his thighs with each violent collision. your cries were muffled against your own hand, but they were loud enough to drive him over the edge.
“gonna fill you up, baby. gonna be dripping with me after this… fuck-”
his control snapped- he buried himself to the hilt, grounding his hips against you as he sought his own release. your walls fluttered around him, desperate and greedy, milking him dry.
he let out a low, guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep inside you, hot spurs of cum flooding into you. he didn’t pull away, he stayed buried, thrusting in weak, rhythmic pulses until the very last drop was spent.
jisung remained pressed tight against you, head dropped to your shoulder, his breathing heavy and uneven. one hand stroked your side, his touch finally turning tender, while his cum leaked out, warm and thick, too much for you to hold inside.
“oh, shit… so good,” he breathed against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “you are perfect. made for me.”
eventually, he eased out, the withdrawal leaving a strange, quiet void in the room. you shivered, the mess between your legs feeling heavy, filthy.
he turned you around with careful, almost reverent hands, lifting you to sit on the edge of the desk. even as his body still hummed with the aftershocks of his release, his focus was entirely on you.
he brushed his thumb over you swollen lower lip, his gaze softening as he traced the flush on your cheeks. his eyes dropped to your chest, your shirt still rucked up, and his hands moved to adjust it, his fingers lingering in soft caresses.
you looked down, noticing the faint, dark marks he’d left on your thighs. you blinked, meeting his gaze one last time.
“you good?” he mumbled, stealing another soft peck from your lips. “if you want… you can come home with me. y’know… i have a little dog and a lizard that are dying to meet you.”
it was almost like a bad joke. the way he suddenly avoided your eyes, looking shy about the invitation. a slow, genuine smile spread across your face. it was sweet, the way his fingers were tracing soft, aimless circles over your knuckles.
“lead the way, then,” you said, your voice warm. “but don’t think i’m walking there on my own feet. you are carrying me!”
he chuckled, a rich, genuine sound, and patted your head before turning to gather your scattered clothes from the floor, tossing out fake apologies that lacked even a shred of regret for what he’d just done.
summ: being told your best friend's older brother was off-limits was way harder to remember after a midnight kiss changed everything.
⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: best friend’s older brother trope, age gap, dom!jisung, pet names, kissing, dirty talk, praise kink, possessive behaviour?, grinding, dry humping, fingering, tit play, hair pulling, overstimulation, riding, cumming, they have no shame, soft ending?
⋆ words: 4.8k
a/n: so… i really hope this one shot lived up to your expectations. older jisung is seriously doing something to me lately. i need to be that vaquera (cowgirl) jisung had on his tee in the promotional pics SO bad. i’ll probably come back and tweak this one a little later, but i had so much fun writing their dynamic and the overall vibe. let me know what you thought in the comments, and if you have any other ideas for this trope (or anything else). enjoy!!! <3
the suitcase dug a dead-weight path into your thigh when you shoved the front door open, kicking it shut to lock out the night.
the hallway smelled like cheap detergent and stale grease. the air conditioning was dead, and the thick, suffocating town heat caught you behind the knees the second you crossed the threshold.
months spent in a drafty student apartment had made you soft. the humidity felt predatory, crawling under your collar to glue the cotton instantly to your spine.
and you almost forget the sensation of how all your body reacted to him. your heart stuttered hard against your ribs the second you saw him standing at the end of the hall.
jisung leaned against the wall, a loose white tee hanging off one broad shoulder and grey sweatpants riding low on his hipbones. his dark hair was a total disaster, matted like he’d rolled out of bed five minutes ago.
his gaze caught on yours with heavy-lidded laziness, dragging down from your mouth, over your throat, tracing the low scoop of your neckline before crawling back up.
“look what the bus dragged in,” he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly drag scraping down your spine.
he pushed off the wall, closing the distance until the narrow hallway felt like a choke point. his scent hit you first: laundry soap and that sharp, clean musk that haunted half your teenage daydreams.
“good to see you haven’t forgotten the way back to the sticks,” he drawled, a slow, wicked grin hitching at the corner of his mouth. “missed me?”
you caught the inside of your cheek between your teeth, listening to the frantic drumbeat in your ears. this wasn't clean, fresh nerves, it was a rusted, jagged knot you’d been dragging around since you were fifteen.
“well, i can see the capital didn’t make you any less full of yourself,” you snapped back, your voice catching on a dry hitch.
a low chuckle rattled his chest as his hand came up, calloused fingers cupping your jaw, his thumb dragging across your hot skin with a deliberate tenderness you had no right getting used to.
“still got a smart mouth on you, huh?” his smile stretched wider.
he stepped closer, shrinking the space until you were pressed flat against the door. his breath brushed your skin.
“you don’t have a damn clue how pretty you look with your ears burning red,” he murmured, his breath feeling almost like a whisper against your skin.
you forced your chin up, batting his hand away from your face with a sharp swat, even if your fingers were shaking.
“and you still think every girl who looks at you is falling all over herself. keep dreaming, jisung.”
a genuine, sharp laugh broke out of him. not mocking, but thoroughly amused, the kind of reaction that made your stomach flip uncomfortably. his eyes darkened with a sudden, localized heat.
“is that right?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his chest brushed yours, the coarse cotton scraping your arm raw.
your breath hitched, the witty comeback dying on your tongue as his sheer weight boxed you in. when you swallowed hard, he caught the exact flash of triumph in your eyes. his hand dropped to your waist, sliding down your top, his fingers hooking under the hem.
“welcome home, baby,” he murmured, his face dropping close enough for the bridge of his nose to brush yours.
and before you could draw breath to give him hell, heavy footsteps hammered down the stairs. the furnace-heat of his body vanished almost instantly. his younger sister, and your best friend, hit the last two steps with a heavy thump, her face split by a wide grin.
“enough!” she barked, hal-laughing, half-fed up. “stop jawing in the hallway like weirdos. jisung, get lost!”
she threw a dirty look over her shoulder. jisung rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful, flipping her off before crossing his arms over his chest and pretending his phone was the most fascinating thing on earth.
your best friend hit you with a bone-crushing hug, firing off a round of gossip about people you hadn’t thought about in months.
“come on. the girls are already upstairs!”
you watched her sprint back toward the stairs, her voice echoing as she hollered to the rest of the room about your arrival. your eyes flicked to jisung one last time before you forced your feet to move.
as your shoulder brushed his chest, a heavy hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you backward until his lips were hot against your ear.
“see you later, pretty girl,” he rasped.
with a slow wink and a sharp smirk, he turned and vanished into the kitchen. you dragged yourself up the wooden stairs, your legs feeling hollow and the suitcase banging rhythmically against your thigh.
upstairs was a disaster zone of old blankets, cheap room spray, and the sharp tang of wet nail polish.
shouts of welcome hit you and you escaped to the bathroom just to strip off your travel clothes, swapping them for soft shorts and an oversized, braless tee.
when you trudged back in, a stray pillow caught your chest.
“sit your ass down, we’ve been waiting to start the movie,” your friend laughed, pointing a half-empty bag of chips at the TV screen.
you dropped onto the floorboards, trying hard to blank out the phantom weight of jisung’s hand on your waist, but the residual heat between your thighs clung stubbornly to your skin.
hours bled together in a blur of bad rom-coms and stale snacks. eventually, sleep picked off the weaker links until one of them groaned, shaking an empty plastic bowl.
“we’re completely out of junk food.”
three pairs of heavy, sleep-glazed eyes turned to you. a chorus of pathetic pleases and we love yous did the trick. you rolled your eyes, grabbed the bowl, and pushed yourself up.
the hallway clock dragged toward four in the morning as you padded barefoot down the stairs, the old wood cold enough to bite. the house was dead quiet, save for the sickly white glare of the LED strip under the kitchen cabinets.
moving like a mouse, you crept to the pantry, looting the shelves until your eyes locked onto a stray bag of your favorite snacks perched precariously on the top wire shelf.
you let out a low huff, rising onto your tiptoes, stretching until your arm burned. your fingertips barely brushed the plastic before your heels slammed back down.
refusing to quit, you stretched higher. the movement hitched your t-shirt up at the waist and plastered your shorts tight against your ass, the cool kitchen draft making you shiver.
“fuck. this is ridiculous-”
a solid wall of dense, radiating heat pressed flush against your spine. a broad chest locked against your shoulder blades, hard hips pinning your backside, right as a long arm reached effortlessly past your ear, snagging the bag.
his other arm slammed flat against the counter beside your hip, boxing you in. his breath rolled hot and heavy against the shell of your ear.
“you should learn to ask for help,” jisung murmured, his voice dropping into a low drag.
your heart slammed hard against your throat. the bag dropped between your chests, the crinkling plastic catching awkwardly against your fingers before he finally let go, his knuckles lingering against yours just long enough to make your pulse stumble.
you reached past him for the edge of the pantry door, your fingers brushing the cool wood with a calculated intent to slip right out of his orbit.
“excuse me,” you muttered, keeping your voice low and brittle.
but he didn’t budge an inch. you let out a short, thin sigh through your nose, tilting your head back to glare up at him.
“... seriously?”
a single corner of his mouth twitched, that infuriating, crooked smirk catching the sickly white glare of the LED strip overhead.
“thought you were in a hurry, sweetheart.”
“well, i am.”
“then why are you still standing here?”
heat spiked up your neck, burning hot and furious right under your ears. you dropped your shoulder, ducking hard beneath the long arm braced against the counter. or so you foolishly thought.
two quick, desperate strides carried you across the linoleum toward the dark mouth of the kitchen doorway. freedom. or at least, a fighting chance at it.
“didn’t think you’d actually run away.”
his voice followed you into the shadows, dripping with a lazy amusement. you froze dead in your tracks, your feet halting against the floorboards.
damn him.
slowly, you looked back over your shoulder. he hadn't moved an inch. his arms were folded across his chest now and one hip resting against the counter, watching you with that smug, crooked grin.
“i’m not running away,” you snapped, pitching your voice defensive as you crossed your arms. “i’m getting back to my friends. unlike some people in this house, i actually know how to behave.”
jisung let out a low, dry chuckle, peeling off the counter and uncurling his arms. he closed the gap between you in two unhurried strides, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy, unblinking focus.
“right. my sister and her little sleepover,” he drawled, his voice dipping into a low hum as heat radiated off his skin. “is that what you’re running back to? or are you just terrified of what happens if you stay down here another five seconds?”
“i’m not terrified of a damn thing,” you lied, your trembling fingers giving you away.
you tried to sidestep him, but he matched your movement instantly, his free hand slamming flat against the counter to cage you in.
“prove it then,” he whispered, his face dropping inches from yours.
the absolute last thing you needed was your best friend wandering down the stairs to find both of you tangled up in this kind of wreckage. panic sat sharp and metallic at the back of your throat.
you shoved hard against his forearm. “i’m being serious, jisung. move.”
his expression hardened into something unyielding. the old wood dug sharply into your lower back, and a thin, shaky gasp slipped past your lips when he tilted his chin, his nose grazing yours.
“y’know what?” he started, his gaze locked onto your mouth. “i’ve spent years watching you play dumb. watching you turn red every single time i walk into a room. and you’re gonna stand there and pretend you didn’t think about this?”
“i’m not pretending shit,” you shot back, chin lifting on a spike of defiance. “your sister is ten feet away. the one who told me explicitly that you’re off-limits. have you completely lost your mind?”
jisung went entirely still. the casual arrogance in his posture fractures for a second, replaced by a dark, dangerous spark.
“off-limits,” he repeated, rolling the word over his tongue like it tasted sweet. he let out a dry huff. “is that what she told you? or is that what you tell yourself?”
his hand dropped to your hip, sliding straight under the hem of your shirt to span the bare heat of your spine. the skin-to-skin contact stole your breath.
you forced yourself to swallow, fighting to keep your grip on reality as his breath crashed hot against your mouth. your eyes dragged upward, locking with his in a slow, heavy blink.
“your sister’s upstairs, jisung…”
a slow, wicked smirk hitched the corner of his mouth. his fingers dug deeper into the warm flesh of your hip, hauling you flush against him until you felt the rigid, undeniable heat of his erection pressing hard against your abdomen. your thighs snapped shut on pure instinct.
“bet she’s sleeping like a rock. just like the rest of them.”
his cheek rasped against yours as he leaned down, his lips trailing a line of hot, wet open-mouth kisses down the vulnerable skin of your neck.
trembling whimpers broke from your throat as his hand roamed from your spine around your ribs toward the heavy swell of your breast, his thumb brushing the edge of your shirt. you pulled him closer by the collar of his tee, your lips hovering mere millimeters from his.
instead of closing the distance, he froze. his lips hovered against your jaw, his breathing hot against your cheek. he pulled back an inch, his heavy-lidded eyes fixing directly onto yours with cruel, intoxicating patience.
“go on,” he rasped, his voice a low, challenging gravel.
you blinked, a hot flush spreading violently up your neck and across your cheeks as total confusion scrambled your thoughts. you stared up at him, your chest rising and falling in uneven stutters.
a deeply knowing smirk curved his mouth. he watched you drown in your own hesitation, his thumb pressing a fraction harder into your hip.
“you’ve been thinking about kissing me for years, haven’t you?” he taunted softly, his gaze locked like a magnet onto your parted, trembling lips. “do it.”
panic spiked hard. if anyone woke up, your entire life here would detonate. you were crossing a jagged, unforgiving line with the one person you were explicitly warned never to touch.
every rational, terrified instinct screamed at you to shove him away, to step back, to pretend this madness never happened.
instead, with a reckless, hollow snap inside your head, you abandoned all reason, surged upward, and smashed your mouth against his.
a low, animalistic rumble tore from his chest. he grabbed your thighs, hauling you up in one brutal yank as your ass landed with a solid thud on the cold countertop. he stepped dead between your knees, the thick fabric of his sweatpants pressing obscenely over your soaked core.
he rolled his hips forward, the hard ridge of him grinding straight through both layers of cloth. you arched your back, rolling your hips in a desperate, unthinking circle to chase the friction.
“look at you moving for me,” he muttered against your ear, biting down on your lower lip. “wanna go to my room? or are you still gonna run away?”
you shot him a glare that would've been convincing if your body hadn't betrayed you first.
“... just shut up,” your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, “and take me there.”
he didn’t waste another second. he grabbed your waist and lifted you off the counter in one fluid motion, your legs locking around his waist as his hands slid under your shorts to knead your bare ass. your vision swam as he buried his face in your neck, biting hard right where your pulse hammered.
he kicked his bedroom door wide with his shoulder and slammed it shut behind him, plunging the room into darkness save for the yellow streetlamp bleeding through the blinds.
he threw you onto the mattress, the springs squeaking in protest under your weight. he was straddling your hips before you could even draw breath, his mouth smashing back onto yours in a heavy, sloppy collision of lips that sent your head spinning.
a hand shoved under your tee, fingers splaying wide before he dragged his palm straight over your ribs and clamped over your bare breast with total urgency. a rough groan tore from his throat, vibrating straight into your mouth.
“you really came in here like this?” a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
with an impatient yank, he dragged your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. the cool air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. he stared down at you for a second, his chest heaving, before dropping his head like a dead weight.
his teeth sank into the tender skin of your neck, his other hand tangling deep into your hair to yank your head back by the roots, your scalp burning with an intoxicating ache.
his teeth and tongue went to work with a greedy rhythm, sucking hard right where your shoulder met your neck, leaving a livid, bruised mark blooming against your throat.
“jisung- ah, your… your sister,” you protested, even as your hips twitched upward on pure instinct.
“screw her,” he panted, dragging his mouth down to your collarbone before dropping his face directly to your chest to take your swollen, aching nipple into his mouth.
you cried out low, your fingers clawing into his hair as he sucked hard enough to make your vision spot. when he finally pulled back, blowing a cool breath over the wet, gleaming peak, your spine bowed off the mattress.
“holy shit… been dreaming about this for way too long,” he muttered thick and raw.
“shut up,” you panted, shoving both hands against his shoulders. “you’re acting like a lunatic.”
a sharp bark of laughter tore out of him as he caught your wrists effortlessly, pinning them to the mattress beside your head.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he breathed, a wicked smile splitting his face. “you’re lying under me completely soaked, and i’m the lunatic?”
“you’re impossible,” you spat back, twisting against his grip, though your breath was hitching. “if she finds out, she’ll never forgive us-”
“you really think i'd let this happen if i thought she'd hate you for it?” a single corner of his mouth twitched.
the heavy bulge in his sweatpants ground hard against your shorts, pressing a direct, bruising line of friction right over your swollen clit through the fabric. you threw your hips up to meet him, and he slammed down in response, the dry friction turning wet and slick in a matter of seconds.
“jisung, i- oh my god...” you sobbed, your mouth hanging open, your eyes hazy with overstimulation.
you began grinding your hips in tight, desperate circles, short, frantic thrusts that sent blinding shots of electricity straight to your toes.
jisung didn't let up, alternating between punishing your chest with his mouth and grinding his weight down until the friction was nothing short of agonizing. he bit the soft underside of your breast, sucked the tip until it burned, and then dragged his tongue lazily across the wet flesh to soothe the sting.
every time you whimpered against his ear and arched your spine, his erection drove an inch deeper, heavy and relentless. the wet, obscene sound of his mouth working over your chest was driving you completely unhinged. your own breath came apart in jagged, broken pieces with every stroke he took, your legs locking tighter around his waist.
“i’m gonna come in my pants if you keep that up,” he warned, his voice cracking into a rough, gravelly rasp. “i can feel you through everything.”
“p-please… don’t stop, please, jisung-”
he clamped his teeth down on your nipple and gave it a sharp, punishing tug. the sudden sting collided head-on with the throbbing heat between your legs, tearing a loud, uninhibited moan from your throat. he slapped a hand flat over your mouth for a second, letting out a dark, wicked laugh at how fast you unraveled.
his hand dropped away, sliding straight down to the elastic of your shorts and panties, shoving them down in one impatient sweep. his thick fingers found your soaked heat instantly, making him groan.
he dragged a finger through your folds without pushing inside just yet, tracing the swollen flesh and collecting your slick. he teased your entrance while holding your gaze, a smug, triumphant grin cutting across his lips as he felt you part for him of your own accord.
“off-limits, right?” he taunted quietly, his thumb pressing a heavy circle against your clit while his fingers hovered right at your entrance.
“shut up,” you whimpered, your hips bucking up against his hand before you could stop yourself. “just… fucking do it.”
he sank one finger home, sliding it slowly to the knuckle while his thumb clamped straight down over your clit, holding a heavy, unmoving pressure.
“look at me,” he commanded the second your eyelids fluttered shut.
you forced your eyes open, your chest aching at the raw intensity in his face. his lips were swollen, his chin slick with the saliva from your chest.
“don’t hide. been waiting too long to see this.”
he pushed a second finger in right behind the first. you stretched around him, a choked sob tearing out of you as the friction spiked past your limits. he started working them in and out at a steady cadence, though his rhythm stuttered as your face screwed up and your moans turned ragged and desperate.
his thumb began to grind your clit in tight, punishing circles while his fingers curled upward inside you, hunting for that deep, sensitive spot. the ruined pile of shorts and underwear was bunched mid-thigh, cutting off his movement. with a rough jerk, he stripped them entirely off one leg and tossed them aside.
now you were completely bared open to him. the cool bedroom air hitting your slick core made you shiver, and a loud, shameless cry broke from your chest when he jammed a third finger inside. the wet, echoing sounds of skin and friction filled the dead quiet of the room.
you threw your forearm over your mouth, trying to muffle the sound as the overstimulation pushed you right to the edge, tears hot in the corners of your eyes. he snatched your arm down, gripping your face in one large hand and pressing your cheeks hard.
“no. i wanna hear you begging me to take you.”
“j-jisung, please- s’too much, just- ah, fuck…”
“clearer, pretty girl.”
his fingers slammed harder, driving deeper with every stroke. his thumb never relented, circling in a torturous rhythm that built a heavy, agonizing knot deep in the pit of your belly. an ache so massive you couldn't breathe around it.
“p-please… fuck me. i… i need-” you were sobbing now, his free hand returning to your chest to twist your nipple without mercy.
“need what?”
you bit your lip until it bled, trying to drag your scattered mind back together. your tear-blurred eyes locked onto his. the enormous, arrogant grin spread across his face, even through his desperate pants, made your core clench and throb violently around his trapped fingers.
“i need your dick inside… right now. please, please-” you begged through choked sobs, your voice trembling past recognition.
he yanked his fingers out with a wet pop and slowly sucked them into his mouth, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. the heavy swallow he let out afterward was obscene. he rose up onto his knees between your thighs, tearing his t-shirt over his head in one violent motion. your eyes tracked the broad lines of his chest down to the dark trail of hair leading straight to his waistline.
his sweatpants and boxers hit the floor together, kicked away with zero patience. his thick cock sprang free, heavy, hard, and leaking a clear bead of precum at the gleaming red tip. he wrapped a calloused hand around the base and gave himself two slow, heavy strokes, groaning low as he watched you sprawled open across his bed.
he shoved his hand into the nightstand drawer. the foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled it down his length with clumsy, hurried hands. the second it was on, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees by pure instinct. you looked back at him over your shoulder, wild-eyed and shaking, waiting for his command.
“on top. i wanna see you ride it,” he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unchecked lust.
you swallowed hard, your gaze dropping to his erection before you straddled his hips. the blunt head brushed your soaked clit before sliding between your lips. he anchored his heavy hands on your waist, lowering you downward inch by inch. the stretch burned like fire against your skin, thick and unyielding.
then, you took him, every heavy inch filling you in one long, uncompromising push. you both let out a sharp gasp at the exact same second, and a breathless, disbelieving chuckle rattled in his chest. his fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as your inner walls clenched around him in a tight, frantic reflex.
“jesus… so tight,” he growled, tilting his head back up to look at you from below, his jaw locked hard. “made for me. knew you always were.”
you started moving a second later, dragging yourself upward at first just to get used to the heavy, stretching weight of him. you pulled up until only the tip was holding you, then dropped your weight down until your ass smacked against his thighs, knocking the wind straight out of you. he was bigger than anything you had ever imagined.
he let you set the pace for a moment, his hands sliding up to your breasts, pinching the tips as he watched you work. his pupils were blown wide, black pools in the dark room. he couldn't tear his eyes away from your flushed face, your teeth biting hard into your lip, your eyelids heavy. you were a disaster, and he loved every second of it.
then he took the wheel. his hands locked around your waist, and he thrust upward from below, meeting you halfway with hard, brutal snaps of his hips. the sharp slap of skin against skin echoed off the walls, every collision hitting that deep, impossible spot that scrambled your thoughts.
you pitched forward, pressing your palms flat against his sweat-slicked chest, and he yanked your hair back, crashing his mouth onto yours while he fucked you breathless.
“good girl,” he panted right against your lips. “bounce on it for me.”
your brain was melting down into static. your entire body was trembling, buzzing with an electric current every time the thick head of his cock brushed your cervix. you started bouncing faster, chasing the ragged edge of your orgasm with blind desperation.
“harder, baby. use me to get off. i’m all yours,” he groaned, a sharp smack landing hard across your bare ass cheek.
you sped up, the climax climbing the walls of your stomach, heavy and violent. he felt you tightening around him and let out a dark growl. and with one heavy, clumsy shift, he flipped you flat onto your back, shoving your knees up to your chest and driving back inside you with a relentless, punishing rhythm that showed no mercy.
the wooden headboard hammered a dull, heavy thud against the wall behind the bed, but neither of you gave a damn. he held your gaze the whole time he drove into you, sweat beading on his forehead, his lips parted.
“you’ve always been mine, haven't you?” he bit out through his teeth, using that broken, wrecked voice that meant he was losing his mind. “since we first met. since we kissed behind the bleachers. since- fuck, since the very beginning. say it.”
you forced your rattling frame to hold still for a second, hunting for words in a mind fried by pleasure. your fingernails scored deep into the skin of his shoulders as your body bounced with every erratic thrust. you nodded frantically, your lower lip trembling as his thumb found your clit one more time.
“come for me. right on my dick. do it,” he repeated like a prayer, completely unhinged.
the orgasm tore right through you. your legs locked around his waist in violent, spasming waves while he kept driving through it, slowing the pace to sink in deeper and harder until he finally went dead still.
buried to the root, he let out a long, ragged roar against your neck, his entire body going rigid as his release flooded the latex inside you.
you could feel him pulsing hot against you, both of you wrecked, chest-to-chest, breathing like you'd just run a marathon.
neither of you moved for a long time. carefully, he pulled out, stripped off the condom with practiced ease, and tossed it into the trash can without looking.
he crawled back onto the mattress, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you flush against his chest, sweat-slick skin sliding against skin. the heavy scent of sex hung thick in the air. he slotted one of your legs between his, pulling the duvet halfway up over your shoulders.
from the second floor, absolute silence drifted down, blowing away any lingering shreds of guilt faster than they’d arrived.
his hand traced slow, lazy patterns down your spine, moving from the nape of your neck to the curve of your hip and back up. he didn't waste breath on cheap romance, because he didn't need to.
his thumb lingered over a rising bruise on your hip, pressing just firmly enough to make sure you wouldn't forget it by morning.
“first night back home,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with oncoming sleep. “and i’ve got you right where you belong. lucky me.”
you didn't answer him. you just let out a soft, boneless hum, pressing your face against the solid wall of his chest as your eyes drifted shut, already wondering what excuse you’d give your friends when they asked where the hell you’d slept.
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