in which nico won't go public with your relationship so you try to make him jealous. or - the one where you argue with nico and get your pussy ate.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), oral sex, raw sex, some fighting and arguing, minors do not interact!
This was the best night of your life.
Nico was making love to you. Again. Youâd lost track of time, but youâd definitely been fooling around with him in bed for hours. The sheets were damp with sweat. The mattress creaked with his movements. The room echoed with the wet slap of skin against skin.
When all was said and done, Nico whispered, âI love you,â and crashed into your arms, a few seconds away from the deepest sleep of his life.
Satisfied and sore, you shifted until you were comfortable in his arms, ready to join him in that sleep, and joked, âYou owe me a dance at the party tomorrow.â
It was like you could feel all the warmth drain out of the room. Nico met your eyes and said, âBaby, we still canât go public.â
Your jaw dropped. There was a long, painful pause. You were brutally aware of the ache between your thighs, and the warmth of his release inside you, and an inexplicable pain wrapped around your heart.
Untangling yourself from his arms, you climbed out of bed and started picking up your clothes from the floor.
Nico said your name and tried to stop you, but you brushed him off.
âSo you want to keep me a secret?â
âNo. Thatâs not what Iâm sayingâŠâ
âIâm good enough to fuck all night. But not to have one dance with in front of your members?â
âIt has nothing to do with them.â
âHow this went from the best night of my life to the worst needs to be studied,â you muttered under your breath, dressing as quickly as you could.
Nico wrapped his arms around you, not letting you leave. Panic was written all over his face. âPlease, stay. Itâs the middle of the night. Iâll drive you home in the morning if thatâs what you really want.â
You were exhausted and spent, and though you wouldnât openly agree with him at the moment, you didnât trust yourself to drive home in this state. So, you crawled back into his bed, fully clothed, and turned toward the wall, keeping your back to him.
Nico spooned you from behind, wrapped his arm around your waist, and whispered, âIâm sorry.â
You believed him, unfortunately, but the apology was worthless to you. You just wanted to be with him. You didnât care about anything else. You only wanted to love him out loud.
It hit you hard the next morning. You felt overheated in Nicoâs arms. Rolling toward him, you stared at his pretty face, tempted to kiss him, but you couldnât. He didnât feel like yours, like you were his.
Carefully and quietly, you clambered out of his arms and his bed, and left.
By the time you walked into the party that night, you had seventeen unread texts from Nico and nine missed calls. Heâd left you two voicemails, but you didnât listen to those either. You didnât want to hear excuses. Itâs not like you could tell him to give up his entire career he worked so hard for just for you.
But you wanted to. Because you didnât want to be the secret little slice he fucked at night and then performed as the public boyfriend of his fans all day. It wasnât fair. You werenât made of stone.
The moment you entered the party, you went straight for Maki. Unlike Nico, Maki didnât give a flying fuck about appearances. He also happened to be your friend and had the benefit of knowing how Nico was as well as you did.
You spilled everything to him and Maki, of course, started with, âYou guys had sex for how long?â
Rolling your eyes, you groaned, âThatâs all you heard from everything I just said?â
âNo. I just needed to get it out of my system. Iâm a man.â
You made a face.
âListen, from a guyâs perspective, we arenât at our best to do damage control after youâve drained our balls,â Maki said with a little laugh. âYou dropped a nuke on him right after a nut. Of course he didnât handle it well.â
âYouâre saying I was wrong?â
âNo, youâre right. He canât have it both ways. If heâs gonna tell you he loves you, he needs to do it in bed and out of it.â
âThank you,â you sighed, glancing around the room briefly for a glimpse of your boyfriend, but you didnât see him. Was he even your boyfriend anymore?
Maki glanced behind you and smirked, but you didnât catch it. âPlay along,â he whispered, looping an arm around your waist.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but in the next second, Maki was leading you into the small crowd of people dancing. Spinning around with him finally put a smile back on your face. You felt light, like a weight lifted off you.
The familiar scent hit you before you felt the warmth of Nico at your back. âCan we talk?â
âI found someone to dance with,â you retorted, twirling back into Makiâs arms dramatically. Putting your back to him, you were now face-to-face with Nico and leaned into Maki for effect.
Nico frowned, setting his jaw. He was angry.
Your smile fell and you growled at him, âYou should go. Standing close to me for too long⊠someone might think weâre an item. People will talk.â
âYouâre playing with fire,â Maki told you under his breath.
Nico exhaled loudly and said, âCome with me.â
You steered Makiâs arms tighter around your waist and relaxed even deeper into him, resting your head back against his chest and hissed, âOh, I came with you more than enough last night.â
Maki winced. âYouâre gonna get me killed.â
Nicoâs anger shifted. You saw it, but you couldnât place it. He almost looked⊠wounded.
Well, there was plenty of that going around.
You watched Nico turn and walk away, dipping into one of the hallways. It infuriated you, and you quickly unwound Makiâs arms from your waist and chased after him.
âI never realized you were a coward,â you called after your boyfriend, lashing out at him, wanting him to feel the way you did.
Nico stopped and whipped around faster than you thought possible. You almost collided into him. He crowded into your space, making you tip your head back to look at him, and hissed, âIâm not a coward.â
You scoffed. âNo? Then what are you?â
âYours,â Nico said, right before grabbing you and hauling you into the bathroom with him. You grappled with him out of surprise more than anything, but when Nico smashed his lips on yours, you folded.
Nico backed you into the door, making it close loudly. His hand brushed against your waist as he flipped the lock, then he lifted you up and propped you onto the counter, kissing you with abandon.
âHere we are again,â you breathed between kisses. âHiding. Keeping me a secret.â
Nicoâs voice was deep and raspy when he said, âYeah. And thatâs how it will stay.â
You broke from the kiss, grabbing his hair and tugging his head back when he tried to slot his lips to yours again. âNo, I want out.â
âYou donât,â Nico whispered darkly, pulling you even tighter against him.
âDonât tell me what I want.â Your words were cut by a soft moan; Nico latched his lips to your neck and began sucking, his hands gripping your shirt to peel it off you.
Nico nipped beneath your ear and pulled back to meet your eyes, full of fire and mischief. A little smirk played at his lips and he pressed his brow to yours when he threatened, âYou keep arguing with me, youâre gonna get your pussy ate.â
âYou canât do that to win an argument.â
Nico cocked his head. âWatch me.â
When he drew away from you and dropped on his knees, your mouth watered. Nico didnât tear his eyes from yours as he steered your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips hungrily.
The man looked like the devil when it came to your pussy.
He wasnât satisfied until your cries filled the bathroom, echoing in his ears. Your hands were in his hair, your toes curling and your thighs clamping on his head.
"Are you sore?" Nico asked darkly, smug about it obviously. He couldn't stop thinking about how hard and long he fucked you the night before.
"You know I am," you told him on a breathy moan, your face tense with pleasure as he rolled your clit with his tongue before slipping it into your hole.
Nico sucked on you harder, making your whimpers flood the bathroom again, and growled, "This is mine." He dug his fingers into your fleshy thighs, burying his face in your pussy like there was no way he could ever get enough.
You shook your head, anger getting the best of you, and said, "I don't believe you."
Nico went still. It happened again - that feeling of all the air evaporating out of the room. Your boyfriend slowly rose to full height, making sure to stand between your thighs possessively. He leaned in, his lips glistening with your arousal, and asked, "Why do you think I'm not going public with us?"
You scoffed. "To keep your options open. To avoid committing."
The glare that filled Nico's eyes made you wilt. You'd never seen him so angry and hurt, and you instantly regretted it.
"Then you don't know me," Nico said sadly. "I'm not making you public, because if one person talked about you the way thousands talk about me, I'd kill them."
Your lips parted in surprise. "What?"
"You think this shit is easy? I get judged and criticized for every single move I make. I'm not saying it's all bad, but baby... they would tear you to pieces. Maybe I'm not ready for that."
"Oh."
Honestly, that hadn't crossed your mind. You'd seen Nico deal with living in the public eye, being an idol and all that came with it. You hadn't realized being with him would put a massive target on your head.
They would pick you apart with surgical precision. There would be comments dissecting you, finding something to insult about every part of your body and your face. They would say he could do better.
Yeah..., you weren't ready for that either.
Your eyes filled with tears and you looked at Nico before wrapping your arms around him and apologizing, "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about it like that. I just got caught up in loving you."
"I know." Nico kissed your lips softly to reassure you. "I love you too."
You let the kiss that followed completely consume you, never breaking from his lips for a moment. Not when he guided your legs around his waist and pressed his hard length against your folds.
When he filled you with his cock, tender and slow, you gasped into his mouth and Nico only kissed you deeper. His arms coiled around your body, trapping you to him, keeping you close while he pumped his length inside you.
His body screamed passion into yours. Your eyes fluttered, your head lolled back and you moaned his name as he took you. Nico kissed your neck ravenously, losing himself to the vise grip of your cunt on his dick. He felt like he was part of you, the two of you fused together. This was the only time he felt any peace, his heart beating in fast time with yours.
The two of you devolved into a tangled mess of wet kisses and sounds of pleasure. With Nico in your arms, nothing bothered you anymore. You werenât worried. It was all a conversation for another day.
And then, you didnât care if you went public or not. Nico would always come home to you and that was all that mattered.
For Nico, all he cared about was keeping you safe and there was no safer place than with him.
You felt his strokes building, getting harder and rougher. You were a nerve stripped raw, your sex aching and sore, and every time he thrust inside again, you clenched on him. You moaned like a bitch in heat, panting and begging for him to keep going, deeper and faster.
Nico took you for all you were worth, and even more. He bit down on the base of your neck, needing an outlet, but it wasnât enough. He groaned, the sound lingering in his chest, because you felt so hot and tight around him.
âFuck,â Nico growled, kissing you messily. He drove in balls deep and stopped, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. âYouâre gonna make me come already.â
You wound your grip snug in his hair and pulled his head back, making Nico meet your eyes. You pressed your lips to his while your other hand dragged down his back, pawing at his hips to get him moving again. Nicoâs body responded to your touch, before his brain could catch up. He made a little noise into your mouth and pumped his cock inside you again.
âLike that, baby,â you purred, coaxing him to fill you with his release. âCome for me.â
Nico sped up, gloving his cock in you at a jarring pace like he was losing control. You knew the moment he fell over the edge he would take you with him; the way his cock pulsed in your heat never failed to finish you.
His breaths were hot and heavy against your neck. Nico lost himself in how you made him feel. He gripped you a little tighter, snapped his hips into yours, and groaned through his orgasm, his eyes rolling.
The two of you were a tangle of limbs, both of you shaking, your sounds filling the bathroom and echoing off the tiles. Just like always, Nico made you see stars, your vision going blurry as you came.
When he started to come down, Nico relaxed his desperate hold on your waist, smoothing his hands over your skin reverently and pressing soft, gentle kisses on your neck. You carded your fingers through his sweaty hair and held him close, whispering, âDonât leave me yet.â
Nico nodded, keeping his body flush against yours. âNever,â he sighed, finally meeting your eyes and slotting his lips to yours. âI belong to you.â
âin whichâ ur boyfriend canât get enough of whatâs between ur legs
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order note: velvet summer comes out tmr and i genuinely cannot wait⊠i missed red velvet sm
"fuck, baby... been missing you and these all day," niki breathes as his tongue circles around your nipple, teeth grazing until it's stiff and you're left with a sticky mess against your skin. his lips travel down your body, tracing down your skin in wet, slow kisses, his breath warm against your stomach.
"lift your hips for me, baby," he mutters, making his way to the edge of the bed. and you do, lifting them high enough for him to pull your shorts down. his hands wrap around your thighs, spreading them apart, letting the cool air brush against your already slick folds, making you shudder.
he pads his thumb from your entrance to your clit, âalready so wet for me?â he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. he doesnât wait for you to answer, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your clit, swirling his tongue around it once, your fingers gripping his hair.
"nikiâfuck.. stop teasing already,â you choke out, hips jerking forward, chasing the warmth from his breath, needing his tongue on you.
he dives in at your command, devouring you like a starving man, his tongue flat as it drags from your entrance to your clit. you gasp, back slightly arching off the mattress, your grip tightens in his hair. he groans in response, pushing further and doubling down, tongue thrusting inside you as his nose presses against your clit.
âshitâso good⊠you taste so fucking good,â he groans, drinking down every drop that leaks from you, savoring the way you taste on his tongue.
his hands slide from your thighs and up your body, finding your breast, squeezing them and rolling his thumbs over your nipples until they're swollen and aching from his touch. every time you attempt to shift he pinches one of them, tugging at the other while his mouth continues to work like he can't get enough of you.
your first orgasm hits you hard, thighs clenching around his head, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. ânikâfuckfuckâcoming, baby,â you cry out, hips grinding desperately against his face despite the shake in your legs.
he stays there sucking, licking, flicking his tongue in a practiced rhythm, grinding against the edge of the bed. he only pulls back long enough to look at the mess he made before rising to his knees, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
âmore⊠i need to taste you some moreâc'mon baby, you can take another, right?â he practically whines, pushing your thighs back against your chest, his thumbs rubbing tight circles around your clit.
"fuckâniki... pleaseâ" the words come out a broken moan once he inserts two fingers inside you, pumping them at a slow steady pace, letting you adjust before his tongue is back on you, lapping at your entrance.
you whine, a hand shooting down to push at his head but he only moans loudly, eyes shut, lips sealing around your clit, sucking hard as his fingers thrust deeper. tears spill down your cheeks from the pleasure, fingers gripping his hair, feeling another orgasm being dragged out from you.
"one more... give me one more, baby," he rasps, voice wrecked and filled with desperation. "pleaseâi need it baby... i need it so bad."
niki's chin is soaked, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded and filled with a raw hunger. he keeps sucking, licking and pumping his fingers at a relentless pace, the sensation shooting through your core. he doesn't stop until you break again with a broken sob. he groans against your pussy, swallowing down everything hungrily like it was the best thing he'd ever taste, doing so until you were limp and your thighs are left trembling around his head.
when he finally pulls back, he's already pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs, crawling up your body until his lips lock with yours, tasting yourself on his tongue as he grinds his hard and leaking cock against you.
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order notes: this was lowkey repetitive, so i apologize for that guys...
Chapter 1: Spilled On Me First - starring Sim Jae-yun (ìŹìŹì€)Â
!! pairing:Â Sim Jae-yun!Art Student x fem reader! music Student
!! synopsis: At the first part in months Jake is entranced by the guitarist that had performed at the party. In his nervousness he spills his drink on her and tries unsuccessfully to clean up her shirt. Thinking that he had messed up everything before anything could start he is given an in by her roommate.Â
A/N: Just wanted to say that it's been so long since I have written a series, and if it sucks, I am really sorry. Also, other idols will have camos in here, and some of my favorite ships: the first person to comment on them gets kisses
Jake had been talking to Jay about something that he thought was completely hilarious. Drunk out of his mind but he couldn't care less. This was the first time he'd been out in months thanks to his stupid exams and the overwhelming stress of failing them all.
He couldn't understand why people thought it was so easy to be an art student. It was just as hard as being any other type of student. The stress of not making the best painting or clay sculpture weighed on his mind how could you be an artist if all you could make was mediocre work?
"So then I pick up Jungwon from his mom's house and his mom comes out crying, saying she's happy that her son finally found a partner," Jay says as he throws the rest of his beer down his throat.
"I wouldn't be surprised she thought that about Jay," Jake says, a giggle escaping his throat when Jungwon flips him off.
"Enough, have you guys got a single number tonight?" Jungwon slurs, leaning against Jay's shoulder.
"No, I've been listening to your boyfriend here tell us a story about how you two have eloped," Sunghoon jokes, which earned a glare from Jungwon. Soon his attention was stolen, and so was Jay's, when someone announced that they were doing body shots. The pop music that filled the rooftop was soon replaced with the acoustic sound of a stringed guitar.
Jake follows the line of the melody until he sees you. You were unlike anything he had ever seen. The way your eyes were so focused on the chords, like the world around you had fallen away. The way your hair had gotten in your eyes, but still a sliver could be seen, and they were a color that only Shakespeare himself would be able to describe. He couldn't look away if he wanted to not that he wanted to; he could look at you for hours and never get bored.
His fingers twitched for his bag. He quickly pulls out his sketchbook and pens, doing a quick sketch to always be able to remember the way you looked right now.
"Jake, buddy, Jake." Niki was jabbing at his shoulder. He comes back from his dazed state and focuses on the person in front of him. "Damn, are you that drunk? You literally went to a different universe," the boy chuckles to himself.
"Sorry, I was enjoying the music," Jake says as he tucks his book back into his bag.
"Yeah, and drawing the guitarist," he raises his eyebrow, sipping on his beer.
"Come on, I need the inspiration," he says sheepishly.
"That looks like an obsession, you weirdo. Get a hold of yourself."
He knew it was true; he felt like a weirdo, but he felt the spark in his body like all his nerves were on fire. And the only way to put it out was you.
You strum the last string of the song before placing your guitar back into its worn-out case and sling it over your shoulder. You felt his eyes on your back, a soft smile playing on your lips before pushing it down and looking away to find the rest of your band members.
"Come on, you can't leave yet. We just finished our set. We should be celebrating," Yeji says, throwing her arm over your shoulder while Soobin and Yunah grin at you, dangling a cup of soju in your face.
"Guysâ"
"It's just one night out, and then you can go back into your central hibernation of introvertedness, okay?" Soobin compromises.
Yunah moves the cup closer to your face and you snatch it. "You guys are lucky I love you guys." You tip the cup to your lips and it burns down your throat, tears pricking your eyes. God, you hated alcohol, but here you were. "Let me put Layla in the car, k?" you say, patting the guitar as Yeji throws you the keys.
Jake had been wrapped up in a conversation with Niki when he sees you leaving, and he jogs up behind you. "Hey," he says as he gets closer, smelling the vanilla perfume you put on because you were afraid to smell bad since you sweat a lot. He loved the smell already, and it would be ruined for him for the rest of his life.
"Hi," you say in a bored tone, which was the complete opposite of how you felt. Actually, you felt like your insides were vibrating.
"I saw your set. You guys were amazing."
"Yeah?" You weren't the type to fish for compliments, but yet here you were, wanting to hear him say that he liked it again. It did something to your insides, something that you only felt once.
"I mean, did you hear the shit they were playing before your guys' performance? I would say that it's better than party pop."
Your heart flipped three times in your chest, and you swore you might vomit, but you didn't show any of it, and you could tell he was confused by your lack of emotion. "Hm." You nod as you walk up to the van and unlock the car. He opens the door and helps you put the guitar in. You smile as you lock up the van and begin your journey back to the party.
"You wanna get a drink?" Jake says as you finally reach the rooftop. You didn't even notice, but he was shaking like a leaf under your gaze.
"I don't drink with strangers," you say matter-of-factly as Soobin catches your eye and winks as he leans into Yeonjun, laughing at something that he had said as he rubs his arms.
"Well, am I really a stranger? You know my name," he says, looking at you with wide puppy eyes.
"Yes, you're still a stranger, Jake Sim," You say, crossing your arms.
Just as he was about to say something, someone bumps into him from behind, launching the soju onto your shirt. "Shit, oh my god, I'm so sorry." He lifts the hem of his shirt just enough to dab the shirt, grazing your boobs and lower stomach.
"It's fine, Jake," you say, gritting your teeth. You try not to look down at where he had exposed his abs, not wanting the attraction that had been shimmering below the surface to finally take hold.
"No, it's not. This is a vintage AOA shirt and I fucked it up," he says with a soft whine at the end of his sentence.
"I said," you take a step back, "it's fine." You turn on your heels and walk away, leaving him behind.
"Well, that was a bust," Sunoo says, clapping his shoulder. "Let's get you a drink."
The rest of the night, Jake tried to have a good party, but all he could think about was you. Every time he smelled something vanilla, he thought it was you. He had learned your name from a group of girls who were gossiping about how he had spilled his drink on you. Your name is Y/N. It was a beautiful name, and it only made it worse that he had messed it up before he could do anything.
The party was dying down, and all the alcohol that you had drank wore off at that point, so you could order the Uber when someone walks up to you. "Give me your phone." The girl says, holding out her hand. "I'm Yunah, Y/N's roommate, and when she finds out that I gave you her number, she'll kill me, so don't make me regret it."
"Thanâ"
"Don't thank me. I saw how you looked at her. No one has looked at her like that, and she needs it." She hands you back your phone. "Don't text her tonight and don't be weird." She walks away with a smile on her lips as she claps hands with Minju and whispers something in her ear.
"Guys, this was a good party, yeah?" Jungwon slurs with his arms wrapped around Jay as he gives him a piggyback ride.
"Sure, buddy. Let's get you home," Sunghoon says, holding Sunoo as he wraps his arms around his waist.
!! pairing:Â Hwang In-tak!Idol!bf x fem reader!Idol!gf
!! synopsis: You're both idols in different companies, caught looking at each other at award shows little did anyone know you both have been dating for years before debut actuallyÂ
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Intak (he's absolutely whipped), soft dom reader, oral (m receiving), pet names, Intak begging and whining and some more begging, Blowjob, pornhub click bait.
a/n guysh the thing is i am way to shy to pull any shit like this but a quick blowjob must mean you are very confident in your skillsâŠâŠ also this is probably the shortest thing i have written in a min im trying to get all the remaining fics outs for my sanityÂ
It was fun for you well at least that's what you thought but to Intak it was anything but. The sound of your slurping fills the dressing room as Intak's hips drive forward and he can't seem to keep quiet. You had been teasing him all day. Earlier that day before the guys had to come in you had edged the fuck out of him to the point that you were 100% sure he was in pain.
"Baby please, we're gonna get caught." Intak whimpers as a string of drool pools at the corner of his mouth. His cock twitches in your mouth as you let it slip out with a soft pop, spit still connecting the both of you as you look up at him through your lashes and pouting.
"You don't want to cum, baby." You say, dragging your nails up and down his thighs.
He looks down at you and his cock twitches painfully, the tip flushed red and a steady drip of precum spilling down his shaft. "Oh baby, I want to so bad, I needâplease." he sobs.
You take pity on him and lean forward, taking him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and cupping his balls, rolling them as you bob your head faster. The slick sound of your mouth mingles with Intak's moans. His fingers soon tangle into your hair and you hum around him.
You feel him getting heavier in your mouth and you know he is close as you run your tongue over the slit of his cock over and over, stroking his base as you feel his thighs begin to shake under your work. "Please please pleaseeee y/n, let me cum." he moans loudlyâso loud that he covers his mouth when he hears someone outside the door asking what that was.
"Looks like you're the one that's gonna get us caught, baby." You tease as you rub your hand over his tip. He jerks and grabs your wrist as you continue the movement over and over.
"Please, I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah?" you say, licking your lips. "Where do you want to cum?"
"Your mouth, please please, I'm so close." You once again lean forward and take him back in your mouth. You hum, the vibration making his thighs shake as he whimpers louder than the last time.
You take him down your throat and he finally blows, ropes of cum coating the inside of your mouth as you swallow every drop that he gives you. "Please it's too muchhhh." he moans as you continue to suck him off as he pushes your head away. "Baby please." he whines.
You finally detach from his cock and fall back on your heels. "God you're so beautiful." you say as you look up and he makes his way to your feet and kisses him.
"You're gonna be the death of me." He says, panting for the kiss as he leans against the makeup counter.
"What a way to go out." you smirk and you fix your makeup.
synopsis: air ball after air ball jaeyuns pathetic attempts get unoticed by his crush untilâŠ.
warnings: language, suggestive, & hot loser jake
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â oops sorry yall for the late update but omg i didnât think you guys would enjoy this as much as i thought!! thank you so much for the love!! sorry but the taglist for this series is closed!! also ignore the spelling mistake oops. but if ur username isnt bold or underlined it means something is wrong with your settings and it wonât let me tag you đđ
áȘ boyfriend!jake â gets jealous so you teach him a lesson
Jake had been quiet the whole drive home. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that meant he was stewing.
Youâd spent half the night at a friend's gathering caught in conversation with an old guy friend you hadn't seen in foreverâlaughing, catching up, occasionally leaning in so you could hear each other over the music. Jake had stayed near the kitchen island the entire time, clutching a bottle of beer, his eyes tracking your every move across the room like a hawk.
By the time the front door of the house clicked shut behind the two of you, the air was practically humming with his tension. He threw his keys onto the entryway table with a sharp, unnecessary clack and immediately turned toward the bedroom, his jaw clamped shut.
You kicked off your shoes, leaning back against the door, and crossed your arms.
âOkay,â you said, your voice breaking the quiet. âWhatâs going on with you?â
Jake stopped in the hallway, his shoulders tense under his jacket. He turned around slowly.
âNothing,â he muttered, though his tone said the exact opposite.
âDonât do that,â you said softly, a slight tilt to your lips as you held his gaze. âYouâve been glaring holes into the back of my head for three hours. Whatâs the issue?â
His flexed jaw gave him away before his voice did. He took a step toward you, his chest rising and falling heavily.
âYou were practically attached to his hip all night.â
âHeâs an old friend,â you replied calmly, not flinching as he closed the distance between you. âWe were catching up.â
âHe was looking at you like he owned you,â Jake snapped, his voice dropping an octave, tight and laced with possessive heat. He reached out, his hands gripping your waist a little too firmly, pulling you against him as his mouth hovered near your ear. âAnd you were letting him.â
You let out a quiet, amused breath against his chest, feeling the frantic heat radiating off him. He was jealous, and underneath all that posture, absolutely desperate for your attention.
You raised a hand, pressing your palm against his chest to push him back just far enough so his hands slipped off your waist.
Jakeâs brows pulled together, confused and irritated all at once. âWhatââ
âClothes off,â you said calmly. âSit on the edge of the bed. Keep your hands to yourself, and donât move until I say.â
He stared at you for a second, the possessive heat still burning in his eyes, but something else flickered underneath itârecognition. He knew that tone. Knew exactly what it meant when you got like this.
Still, he hesitated. âI wasnâtââ
âYou were,â you cut in softly. âYou spent the entire night throwing a silent tantrum over a friend I havenât seen in years. So now youâre going to sit there and earn my attention back.â
A muscle jumped in his jaw, but he didn't argue. He turned on his heel and walked the rest of the way down the hallway into the bedroom. You followed at an unhurried pace, watching as he started stripping, tossing his clothes aside with a sharp, restless edge. By the time he was bare, perched on the edge of the mattress with his hands clamped tight on his legsâhis cock already semi flush against his abdomenâhis eyes were locked onto yours, heavy with defiance and sheer frustration.
You didnât rush over.
Instead, you stepped toward the armchair across from the bed and sat down, unbuttoning your top with slow, deliberate ease. Jakeâs gaze followed every movement, his jaw tightening further as the fabric slipped off your shoulders. When you tossed your clothes aside, standing in just your underwear, his breath had already gone jagged.
You leaned back in the chair, parting your knees, and slid your fingers beneath the lace of your panties.
Jake let out a low, strangled sound in the back of his throat.
âYou donât get to touch,â you said, your tone calm, even, and entirely in control. âNot yourself. Not me. You just watch.â
His knuckles turned white against his skin. You could see the sheer discipline it took for him not to move as you worked yourself open under his gazeâslow, wet circles that echoed softly in the quiet room. Every time your breath caught, his hips twitched restlessly against the sheets. Every time you pushed two fingers deeper, letting out a soft sigh, his tip pulsed, glistening in the dim light.
âFuck,â he choked out, his voice raw. âPleaseââ
âNo.â
You kept going, unhurried, letting him absorb every detail of how slick and needy you were becoming for him. By the time you were aching for full contact, Jake was breathing hard through his mouth, his thighs visibly trembling, the tendons in his neck taut from fighting his own body.
You stood up, stripped off the last layer, and walked over to the bed.
You pushed him back by his shoulders until he was lying flat, then climbed over him, straddled his hips, and guided his tip to your entrance. The second you sank all the way down onto him, he groanedâa rough, broken noiseâand his hips jerked up on instinct.
You stopped cold.
âHands above your head,â you said, glancing down at him. âIf you move them, I walk away.â
Jakeâs arms shot up immediately, his fingers knotting behind his head like an anchor. He was throbbing inside you, so close to the edge it was almost unfair.
You started movingâdeep, slow rolls of your hips that made him feel every bit of friction without giving him the speed he was craving. Whenever he tried to lift his hips to meet you, you went completely still, waiting until he forced himself to relax again.
âPlease,â he rasped, his voice cracking. âPlease, I needâ let me touch you, fuck, I canâtââ
âYou can.â You ground down hard, burying him as deep as he could go and holding him there. âYou just donât get to.â
He was completely falling apart beneath you. Whiny, desperate little sounds kept spilling out of himâbroken curses, half formed pleas, shattered groans every time you lifted almost all the way off before sinking back down. His thighs were shaking under yours, his grip on the wood above him turning his hands pale.
âLook at me,â you said softly, keeping your pace steady, unrelenting.
Jakeâs eyes snapped open, dark and blown out, fixed on yours. His chest was heaving so hard it rattled, his knuckles white where his hands were still locked behind his head.
âPlease,â he rasped, his voice cracking on the word. âIâm sorry... Iâll be good, fuck, Iâll being so good for you. Please let me, I can't hold it anymoreââ
âI know you are,â you murmured, leaning over him just enough so your breath brushed his jaw, though you didn't slow your hips for a second. âYouâre doing so well.â
A wrecked noise tore out of his throat, his thighs shaking violently beneath yours as he fought the urge to thrust up into you. He was right on the edge, twitching inside you, completely at your mercy.
Your own climax was rolling in fast, tight and heavy in your core. You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands flat against his heaving chest, feeling his heart hammer against your palm, keeping the pace tight and unyielding.
âJust like that,â you whispered against his skin, your tone soft but absolute. âYou can come for me now.â
That was all it took. Jake completely shattered underneath youâa broken, breathless moan escaping him as his hips jerked helplessly against yours. He spilled deep inside you, his hands still trembling behind his head, entirely undone.
You kept riding the rhythm through his high, chasing your own release right after him until you collapsed forward against his chest, both of you breathing hard into the quiet room.
When you finally eased off him, he was a total messâflushed, glassy eyed, his chest heaving as his arms finally dropped from behind his head, limp and exhausted.
You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
âNext time you decide someone else is looking at me too long,â you whispered softly against his lips, âremember how this felt.â
Jakeâs arms weakly circled your waist, pulling you down tight against him as he let out a long, shuddering breath.
âI will,â he murmured, his voice completely shot. âFuck... I will.â
Summary â Sleepy Keeho wants to be taken care of, so that's exactly what you do... + a little more.
Requested: yes | @coerjjkms
Sub!Keeho x Older!Reader / ⣠SMUT / 1.5k âą
Warnings: reader is older because keeho likes that :D, Grinding, dry humping, noona kink if you squint, handjob, overstimulation, overstimulation except KEEHO asks for it (this is making me insane), pet names, praise, sleepy cute irresistble keeho yes its a warning
Lily's note â đȘ· Guys I'm not joking I've been thinking about sub keeho since we posted the kinktober masterlist and I can't wait that long to read archies fic so the obsession took over and i had to write this cause I was going crazy.... yes its 2 am but idc lowkey if this is bad turn a blind eye LMAO
You had just wrapped the length of white ribbon around Keeho's biceps when he let out a soft breath of laughter from where he was lying beneath you, your legs straddling his hips.
"Baby, look at this."
Your fingers stilled around where you were looping the ribbon into a bow to look at his phone. You chuckled at the videoâa cute cat refusing to be placed in a tub for a bathâbefore returning to the task at hand while Keeho continued his doom scroll.Â
You tightened the last knot just enough so that it was snug against his muscle, smiling at the way his skin bulged around the dainty fabric before sitting back on his lap to fully admire your work and the sight of him.
The muscles on his bare torso and chest were still slightly bulging from the earlier dance practice that left him exhausted. You could tell it was a more intense one than usual by his extra quiet demeanor and the way he'd clung to you since he first stepped into your apartment.
You loved seeing him like this, all tired and needy and stripped of any instinctual desire he had to be the leader he usually was, because at the end of the day, what he truly wanted in his heart of hearts, was to be taken care of by you.
It endeared you to no end seeing him lose all guard and inhibitions with you, because he felt safe. The thought of it made your heart swell with a sudden rush of adoration as your eyes trailed to his face, skin bare from any makeup, up to his unstyled hair that fell messily on his forehead.Â
He looked so soft; you were fighting against the urge to fold him up into a tight ball and squeeze the life out of himâthe sound of his phone clicking shut brought your attention back to reality.Â
He strung an arm tiredly over his head, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips stretched into a soft yawn. He rolled his head over to look at the bow you'd delicately crafted, his mouth turning up at the corners.Â
"'S pretty, hmm?" you hummed, leaning forward to brush the hair out of his eyes.Â
He nodded and turned his head back to look up at you, his eyes falling shut when you settled back on his lap again.Â
You watched the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing picked up, his mouth falling open to release a shaky exhale. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down when you shifted over the bulge youâd felt steadily growing since you first sat down over him.
You gave another small, experimental roll of your hips, pressing down harder to draw out a pleased moan from him. You smiled and reached out to take his chin in your hands, gripping firmly enough for his eyes to flutter back open and land on you.
âTired, my love? Want me to take care of you?â you whispered.
He let out another sound, something between a hum and a groan, while nodding his head.Â
âIâve got you baby,â you cooed, smoothing your hand up to cup his cheek. âGonna take good care of you since you worked so hard today.â
You rocked faster over him until he was fully hard, his breaths growing bated, his eyes weakly fluttering with every rough drag of friction from the material of his pajama pants.
âThank you, noona,â he murmured, his voice hazy and laced with vulnerability.
You smiled at the title, something he only ever really called you when he got like this instead of his usual baby or your name. You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. âAnything for my good boy.â
His expression turned bashful, a shy smile growing on his lips accompanied by a faint, rosy flush on his cheeks. âI like when you call me thatâŠâ
âYeah?â You bucked harder until his smile fell, his lips parting in pleasure. âYou are my good boy, taking everything so well for meâŠâ
His head tilted back against the pillow to expose the expanse of his neck and the pretty vein raised from his skin. You ran your tongue along it, pausing at the center to lightly bite before soothing the faint teeth marks with a soft kiss. You kissed up his skin to his lips, taking them between your own in a tender kiss before dipping your tongue in to meet his, swallowing his soft groan before it could escape.
You ran a hand down his chest to ghost over his nipple, letting out a surprised yelp when his body jerked, almost throwing you off of him.Â
âEasy there,â you chuckled, settling back into your rhythm.
His hand shot to latch onto your wrist in an effort to maintain any emblem of control over his writhing body, the bow at his bicep digging deeper into his skin from his tight grip.
Your mouth practically watered at the sight, your body also screaming at you for relief. You could feel your arousal pooling and your clit throbbing painfully with every deep drag, but you pushed the sensation away to focus solely on him.
Keeho twisted his face to the side, burying it as far into the pillow as he could, his helpless moans growing louder then dissolving into short, broken gasps between muffled words. âO-Oh fuckâmm-feels so⊠ah! P-Pleaseââ
You grinned, recognizing the signs of how close he was, how easily he came apart for you when he was so relaxed, soft, and pliant for you.
âAre you gonna come, Kyo?â You asked, voice low and sweet.
He whimpered through frantic nods. âYesâyes, noona, wannaââ
âThatâs it, baby. Let go for me.â
It was almost as if he was waiting for your command because the second it came, his body bowed high off the bed with a strangled cry as he came, his hips bucking up to meet yours through every pulse of his release.Â
His grip on your wrist went limp when his shuddering body fell back to the bed. While he came down from the aftershocks, you carefully climbed off his lap, your thighs aching from the exertion, only for his grip to tighten again.
âM-More,â he slurred, his voice foggy with exhaustion.Â
You raised your brows in surprise. âYou want⊠more?â
âMhmmâŠâ
You barely heard the tired hum. You were going to say no since his eyes were already closed and he was very clearly on the brink of passing out, but then he opened them, sensing your hesitation, and seeing them so soft, round, and powerless was enough to crumble your resolve.Â
You sat on your knees beside him, your hand trailing to rest over the soaked spot of his pajama pants. You squeezed his still hard cock once, laughing when his body jolted beneath your touch.
âFuck, youâre so sensitive, Kyo,â you mumbled, slipping your hands inside his pants.
ââS s-so muchââÂ
He gasped when you wrapped your hand around his sticky tip, rubbing your fingers around to coat them before you began jerking him with his own cum. He twisted away from you as a whole body shudder wracked through him, his body stretching and pulling taught at the ecstasy of your touch.
âFuuuck, noonaââ his voice cracked with a sweet little cry.
âShh, Iâve got you,â you cooed, twisting your hand faster. âYou wanted one more, baby. You can do it.â
His head thrashed wildly against the pillow while his hips alternated between twitching away to escape the overstimulation and fucking up to chase your mind numbing grip.
âC-Canât noon, I canât take it!â his hands warred to push yours away, but they stayed suspended and fisted in the air instead.
You couldnât help the delighted laugh that escaped you, the sound growing when he groaned and whined out a broken, âItâs n-not funny,â followed by a strangled giggle of his own.Â
You focused on his tip, rubbing it with your palm in circles as the little sobs of pleasure streamed out without restraint. When you pressed down on his slit, his back arched, a final, desperate cry breaking free from his throat as his second orgasm teetered on the edge.
âCome for me, baby. Give me everything you have.â
It didnât matter how many times you saw it, youâd never tire of seeing the look of bliss wash over him or the way his body shook through the intensity. You worked him through the peak, watching with entranced eyes when his back bowed even higher with a shattered, pleading sob. Only then did you still your hand.
He collapsed back onto the mattress and you barely caught sight of his glassy and unfocused eyes before they sealed shut. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before you began pulling your hand away.
âW-Waitââ he mumbled, his voice barely coherent. âDonât let goâŠâ
You smiled, your heart fluttering at the request. âOkay.â
You settled beside him, keeping your hand resting gently over his cock as it softened under your touch. You turned to pepper soft kisses across his cheek until his breathing slowly evened out, his body relaxing into sleep after the long day heâs had, aided by your touch.
When you were sure he was sound asleep you carefully pulled your hand free, untied the ribbon from his arm, and snuck away to the bathroom to wash up.
