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focus when you cum ・❥・ | 박종성

pairings: bestfriend!jay x spiritual!fem!reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI, explicit sexual content, graphic sex, spiritual/manifestation themes (o method), male masturbation, creampie, unprotected sex, cowgirl/riding, dirty talk, overstimulation, possible exhibitionism (open windows, neighbors can hear), best friends to lovers, childhood friends, detailed anatomy, size difference, neck kissing/hickey

wc: 2,2k

yeah so they’d known each other forever.

like since they were tiny and scraping knees on the same cracked sidewalk, sharing snacks and secrets and everything in between.

jay and her.

best friends in the truest, messiest way.

the kind of friendship where silence never felt awkward and clothes were optional if the laundry was behind and the apartment was warm enough. nothing between them had ever been embarrassing. not the time he threw up on her shoes after too much cheap vodka, not the time she cried for three hours about a boy who didn’t matter, not the way they could change in the same room without thinking twice. they just… were.

tonight his life was heavy. she could see it in the way his shoulders stayed tight even after he kicked his shoes off and dropped onto her bed like he belonged there.

which he obvi did.

the room smelled like whatever incense she’d burned earlier and the soft metallic tang of the crystals lined up on the windowsill. amethyst, clear quartz, a few rose ones that caught the low light from the lamp with the red shade. music drifted from the living room, something slow and bass-heavy that thumped gently through the walls.

she was cross-legged on the mattress in her red top that hugged her chest just right and a little skirt that rode up when she shifted. he was in joggers and those red boxer shorts he always wore, the ones that matched her top by accident. or maybe not by accident. the universe had a sense of humor.

he’d been quiet for a while, staring at the ceiling, then at the crystals, then at her.

“you’re good at this stuff,” he said finally, voice low. “the manifesting. the rituals. all of it. my life’s been… shit lately. everything. work. money. just… everything. can you help me?”

she smiled, soft, because of course she could. she shifted a little closer, tucking one leg under herself so their knees almost touched.

“okay. so there are a bunch of ways,” she started, calm like she was explaining a recipe she’d made a hundred times. “journaling is the simplest. you write it down like it’s already happened. present tense. ‘i have the money i need. my life is steady. things are falling into place.’ you feel it while you write. visualization is next. you close your eyes and see the life you want so clearly it almost hurts. the more detail the better. then there’s scripting, affirmations, even just lighting a candle and speaking it out loud into the flame. all of that works if you actually believe it while you’re doing it.”

jay nodded slowly, listening the way he always did when she got into this side of herself. no teasing. no eye rolling. just quiet attention.

she hesitated for half a second, then continued, voice still even. “and then there’s the o method. it’s… more intense. some people swear by it harder than anything else.”

he raised an eyebrow. “the o method?”

“yeah.” she didn’t look away. didn’t blush. just kept talking like it was the most normal thing in the world, because between them it was. “o for orgasm. the idea is that when you come, your whole body is flooded with energy. like… raw, focused, electric energy. your mind goes quiet for a second and whatever you’re thinking about right then gets blasted out into the universe with way more force than if you just sat there visualizing. so you pick the one thing you want most. you hold it in your head while you’re touching yourself. you don’t let it slip. and right when you’re about to finish, when it feels like you’re about to break, you lock onto that desire as hard as you can. some people even say the words out loud. others just see it. feel it. like it’s already real. the claim is that the orgasm acts like a stamp. it seals the intention and sends it out stronger than almost anything else.”

jay stared at her for a second. then he laughed, short and disbelieving, but not mean. “bro what the fuck? that actually works?”

“yes,” she said, simple and sure. “believe me. anything you wish for can succeed if you mean it hard enough in that moment. the body doesn’t lie. when you’re that open, that raw, the universe listens differently.”

there’d been tension between them for weeks. the kind that sat under the skin and made every look last a second too long. neither of them had named it. tonight it felt louder. but still, neither of them flinched from the conversation.

he went quiet again, chewing on the inside of his cheek the way he always did when he was actually considering something. then, softer, “i want to try it.”

she nodded. “okay. just… do it how you normally would. when you’re close, think about what you want most. really hold it. don’t let your mind wander to anything else.”

he looked at her for a long second. “right now?”

“yeah. i can go out if you want. or you can go the bathroom. whatever. no pressure.”

he laughed again, but it was different this time. warmer. closer. “no. i want you to guide me. first time doing it like this. don’t want to fuck it up.”

she started to open her mouth, maybe to offer him privacy again, but he just said “please?” and the word landed soft and honest and she couldn’t say no to him.

never could.

and more than that, she didn’t want to. there was no shame in the room. just the two of them and the crystals and the music and the quiet trust that had always been there.

so he stood, pushed the joggers down, then the red boxers. and he was already hard. thick. the head flushed dark and shiny at the tip. bigger than she’d expected, even though she’d never let herself expect anything. her eyes widened before she could stop them and heat crawled up her neck. years of friendship and this was the first time she’d seen him like this and it was a whole freaking lot. but she didn’t look away. didn’t pretend it was weird. just let herself see him.

she managed a little smile anyway. “ooo… we’re matching.” she gestured at her red top and the boxers still pooled at his feet.

his gaze dropped to her chest and stayed there a beat too long while she said it. then he sat back on the bed, legs spread, and waited. completely open. no attempt to cover himself.

she swallowed. “go on… touch yourself. start slow if you want. just… do it like you would if i wasn’t here. but keep your eyes on me if it helps you stay focused.”

he did. slow at first, hand wrapping around the shaft, stroking from base to tip with a wet sound already starting because he was leaking. he didn’t look away from her the whole time.

not once.

her eyes kept flicking down then up then down again, overwhelmed, and he noticed.

“you can look at my dick, pretty,” he murmured. “don’t need to be ashamed. i’m not.”

she laughed it off, soft and shaky, but she did look. she watched the way his fist glided, how the tip glistened more with every pass, how his breathing changed. minutes stretched.

the music kept playing.

her thighs pressed together without her meaning to. she was wet. she could feel it. watching him work himself up for this, for something he wanted badly enough to try her method, was doing things to her. and still neither of them looked away or made it weird. it just was.

his face tightened. breathing turned heavier. soft sounds slipped out of him, almost moans, when his thumb dragged over the slit and down again. he was so wet now the strokes were easy, filthy. she could smell him faintly under the incense.

“focus,” she reminded him, voice quieter than usual but still steady. “when it hits… think about what you really want. what you want to manifest. hold it. don’t let it go. feel it like it’s already yours.”

he nodded, eyes locked on hers, and then he was coming. hips stuttering, a low groan tearing out of him as thick ropes spilled over his fist and onto his stomach. he never looked away from her. not even when it was messy and oversensitive and his hand kept moving slower, milking the last of it.

she started to stand for tissues but he shook his head. “no, no, babe. you don’t need to do that.”

when she shifted the skirt rode up and the red lace of her panties flashed. he saw. of course he did.

neither of them pretended otherwise.

“are you sure?”

“yeah. totally.”

she sat back down, legs folded under her again, and asked, “did you really think hard about what you wanted?”

he was still catching his breath, hand resting loosely on his softening cock. “i think so.”

she laughed. “what do you mean you think so?”

he just looked at her. long and steady. “well… you’re kind of already here.”

she giggled and slapped his thigh without thinking. his dick twitched under his hand at the contact. heat flared low in her belly.

“what do you mean i’m here. i’m serious, jjongie!”

jay’s voice dropped. “you wanna know what i wished for?”

“if you want to tell me. completely your choice.”

“are you sure?”

she nodded, still giggling a little, innocent and bright. “yeah. of course.”

he held her eyes. “i manifested you letting me fuck you right now.”

the air changed. she stared at him. she was soaked. she could feel how wet she was, how the lace clung. she’d never hidden much from jay and she wasn’t about to start now. the giggle that left her was softer this time, hungrier.

she leaned in and kissed him.

it was long. messy. tongues and teeth and the taste of whatever he was drinking earlier. she sucked on the little birthmark on the left side of his neck until a faint red mark bloomed and he groaned into her mouth. his hands found her waist, then her ass, pulling her closer.

“if you won’t get on my dick in the next thirty seconds i’m gonna explode,” he muttered against her lips.

she giggled again. “are you sure?”

he looked at her dead-on, reached under the skirt, and hooked his fingers in the red lace. pulled it down her legs and tossed it somewhere. then he was guiding her, hands on her hips, until she was straddling him.

he was hard again already, thick and hot against her folds. his back was against the headboard, legs spread, and when he lined her up and sank her down the stretch was insane.

she felt every inch.

full.

so full. her walls fluttered around him, warm and tight, and he hissed through his teeth.

“fuck… look at you.”

he started moving her. lifting her hips, dropping her back down. slow at first, letting her adjust, then deeper.

her tits bounced until he yanked the red top off entirely and threw it. they were free and perfect in his hands, in his mouth. he sucked a nipple while she started to move on her own, hands on his shoulders for balance, bouncing, grinding, that little roll of her hips that made him growl like he was starving.

“yeah… just like that. use me.”

she did. she rode him hard and wet and loud. the sound of it filled the room. her windows were open and the night air was cool but neither of them cared.

she was moaning his name without thinking, loud enough that the neighbors who knew his voice and his face and the fact that he was always here probably heard every syllable.

bad for both of them.

neither of them stopped.

he let her work for a while, even though he was the more dominant one usually. watched her face, her tits, the way her stomach flexed when she took him deep. then his hands gripped her ass harder and he started thrusting up to meet her. hard. fast. deep. the angle changed and she felt everything. every ridge, every pulse. she was flying. the bed creaked. the crystals on the sill trembled faintly with the force of it.

dirty talk spilled between them. soft and filthy and honest.

how good she felt.

how long he’d wanted this.

how tight she was.

how wet.

she told him how full she was, how she could feel him in her stomach, how she was going to come all over him if he kept going like that. he just growled and fucked her harder from below.

when they were both right there he held her hips down and pounded up into her with short, brutal strokes that made her vision blur.

she almost cried from how good it was. the orgasm ripped through her first, sharp and shaking, walls clamping down around him.

he followed a second later with a broken moan and a growl that vibrated against her chest, coming deep inside her in hot pulses while his hips kept stuttering.

he was oversensitive after, twitching every time she shifted, but he didn’t push her off. just held her there, breathing hard against her neck, one hand stroking slow circles on her back.

after a long minute he laughed, quiet and wrecked.

“fuck. your manifesting shit is real.”

she smiled against his skin, still full of him, still trembling a little, and the music kept playing in the other room like nothing in the world had changed.

even though everything had.

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back to you | 니키

IN WHICH your best friend ella drags your ass to her boyfriend heeseung's party to cure your three-week depression, only to casually mention that heeseung invited your ex. turns out your ex is ni-ki. and the fact that he apparently still has feelings for you makes the whole thing even worse. should’ve stayed home.

warnings: toxic on and off relationship, emotional manipulation and bribery, explicit public makeouts, hickeys and marking, obsessive possessive behavior, ovulation, strong language, best friend drama, mild exhibitionism (mirror selfie of shirtless make-out session)

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back to you | 니키

IN WHICH your best friend ella drags your ass to her boyfriend heeseung's party to cure your three-week depression, only to casually mention that heeseung invited your ex. turns out your ex is ni-ki. and the fact that he apparently still has feelings for you makes the whole thing even worse. should’ve stayed home.

warnings: possessive/obsessive behavior, stalking-adjacent actions (social media lurking/monitoring, wrong-account posting), aggressive confrontation (pulling someone aside/outside, verbal threats), heated arguments/yelling, public embarrassment & social media drama, toxic dynamics, emotional intensity/angst, verbal conflict, borderline controlling behavior (insisting on showing up uninvited, refusing to leave alone)

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@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own. all stories and edits belong to me — ᨳଓ .

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black hair, soft high ᝰ.ᐟ | 니키

pairings: dealer!ni-ki x fem!reader,

warnings: smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, semi-public sex against a tree, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dry humping, grinding, daddy kink, rough sex, hair pulling (implied), marking/hickeys, dirty talk, drug use (weed smoking and dealing), under the influence sex, possessive touching, public risk of getting caught, light degradation, aftercare, emotional intensity/butterflies/attachment forming during sex, cum inside,

wc: 1,7k

he was already there when she got to the park, sitting on the usual bench under the thickest tree, the one that blocked most of the streetlights. it was past one in the morning and the place was completely empty, just the distant sound of cars somewhere far away and the soft rustle of leaves whenever the wind moved.

the next day was school. she should have been home. she never was when he texted.

she almost walked past him.

the dirty blonde was gone.

in its place was black hair, almost blue under the weak light, messy under a dark beanie. the same black jacket with the brownish-yellow fur around the collar sat on his shoulders the way it always did, but everything else looked different. colder. prettier in a way that made her stop mid-step and stare. for a second she thought it was some other guy waiting for a different deal.

then he coughed once, quiet and low, the same little sound he always made when the night air hit his throat, and her chest did something stupid.

“ni-ki?”

he looked up. no smile. just those eyes, darker now against the black hair, and a small nod. “you’re late.”

she sat down next to him slowly, still staring. “you… dyed your hair?”

“yeah.”

“you didn’t say anything.”

“didn’t think i needed to, mom?”

“well… you’re right.” she chuckled.

he pulled a small bag from the inside pocket of his jacket and held it out between two fingers. she took it, their hands brushing for half a second longer than necessary. the familiar smell of weed mixed with whatever cologne he barely wore. she tucked the bag into her hoodie pocket and leaned back against the bench, still looking at him like she was trying to memorize the new version.

“it suits you,” she said after a while. “a lot.”

he didn’t answer right away. just pulled a joint from behind his ear, lit it with the same lighter he always used, and took a long drag. the tip glowed orange.

he passed it to her without a word. their fingers touched again. she inhaled, held it, and let the smoke out slowly toward the dark sky.

they passed it back and forth in silence for a few minutes. the high crept in soft and warm, loosening the edges of everything. she kept glancing at him. the black hair made his jaw look sharper, his mouth softer, the little mole under his eye more noticeable.

she had gotten used to the dirty blonde version of him—the one who barely spoke, who only answered when necessary, who treated every meeting like a quiet transaction that somehow turned into sitting together for hours.

this version felt like someone she hadn’t met yet.

“you look different,” she said, voice lower now. “like… really different.”

he took the joint from her again, their fingers lingering. “good different or bad different?”

“good. fuck. really good.” she laughed under her breath, a little embarrassed by how honest the weed made her. “if i knew black would look this good on you i would’ve forced you to dye it months ago.”

he hummed, the sound low in his chest. “mhmm. am i that attractive for you?”

she turned her head to look at him properly. the high made everything slower, softer. “hell yeah,” she said, no hesitation. “you look fucking sexy. like… unfairly sexy.”

something shifted in his eyes. he didn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he almost wanted to. he took one last drag, the joint almost finished, and held the smoke for a long second before leaning in and exhaling it slowly against her lips.

she opened her mouth without thinking, breathing him in. the joint dropped somewhere between them on the bench.

the first kiss was careful. just lips brushing, tasting smoke and mint and him. then she made a small sound and he deepened it, tongue sliding against hers, slow and deliberate.

one of his hands came up to the side of her neck, thumb resting under her jaw, tilting her head exactly the way he wanted. she melted into it. the park disappeared. there was only the cold bench under her thighs and the heat of his mouth and the way his other hand eventually found her waist under the hoodie.

they kissed until her lips felt swollen. when they finally pulled apart for air he was already looking at her like he had decided something. he tugged her closer by the hips until she was straddling his lap on the bench, knees on either side of his thighs.

the fur of his jacket brushed against her wrists as she wrapped her arms around his neck. he gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her down against him, grinding her slowly over the hard line in his jeans.

“moan for me,” he said against her ear, voice quiet and rough. “i want to hear it.”

she did. soft at first, then louder when he rolled his hips up and the thick shape of him pressed right against her clit through layers of fabric. her forehead dropped against his. butterflies exploded in her stomach so hard she almost felt dizzy.

she had done this before—dry humped, made out, fucked in quiet places with boys who didn’t matter. none of them had ever made her feel like this. like she was floating and falling at the same time. like her body was too small for whatever was happening inside her chest.

she could feel how hard he was. the front of his jeans was already damp where the head of his cock pressed against the denim. she rocked against him harder, chasing the friction, and he groaned low into her neck.

“fuck,” she whispered. “ni-ki…”

he stood up suddenly, hands still under her thighs, and carried her a few steps off the path until her back hit the rough bark of the big tree. leaves rustled above them. he set her down only long enough to spin her around so her chest pressed against the trunk. her hands found the wood, cheek pressed against the rough wood.

he tugged her sweatpants and panties down together in one motion, letting them pool around her ankles. cold air hit her bare skin. then his warm palm was between her legs, two fingers sliding through the slick folds, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

she moaned louder than she meant to. the sound felt huge in the empty park.

“quiet,” he murmured against the back of her neck, but there was no real command in it. he kept touching her, spreading her open, dipping one finger inside just enough to feel how wet she was. “you’re dripping.”

she heard the metallic click of his belt, then the sound of his zipper. the head of his cock brushed against her entrance a second later, hot and thick. he didn’t push in right away.

he rubbed himself up and down her slit, coating the tip, letting her feel every inch of what she was about to take. then he gripped her hip with one hand and pushed in deep in one slow thrust.

she cried out.

the stretch was perfect, burning in the best way. she could feel every vein, every ridge, the way he filled her so completely that her stomach fluttered. through the thin crop top she wore she felt the faint pressure of him from the inside, and when she looked down she could almost see the shape of him under her skin. he stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against her shoulder, letting her adjust.

then he started moving.

not too rough at first. deep, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. leaves fell around them when the wind picked up. he licked a slow line up the side of her neck, teeth grazing, then sucked a dark mark right under her ear. she moaned his name and he answered by thrusting harder, the sound of skin meeting skin loud in the quiet night.

“fuck—baby…” she gasped before she could stop herself.

his rhythm stuttered for half a second. then he groaned against her skin and fucked her deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.

the other hand stayed on her hip, holding her steady against the tree while he pounded into her. it wasn’t violent, but it was relentless. every thrust pushed her up onto her toes. her tits pressed harder against the bark. she could feel him everywhere—inside her, around her, the heat of his body against her back, the way his breath hitched every time she clenched around him.

“you feel so fucking good,” he muttered, voice almost gone. “been thinking about this.”

she came first, sudden and hard, walls fluttering around him as she cried out into the dark.

he didn’t stop.

he fucked her through it, chasing his own release, until his hips stuttered and he buried himself as deep as he could go, pulsing inside her with a low, broken sound against her neck. she felt every throb. every warm spurt. her legs were shaking so hard she might have fallen if he wasn’t holding her up.

for a long time neither of them moved. just breathing. the park was still empty. somewhere far away a dog barked once and then silence returned.

he pulled out slowly, carefully, and tugged her pants back up with surprising gentleness.

when she turned around he was already looking at her, black hair messy under the beanie, lips slightly swollen, eyes softer than she had ever seen them. he reached up and fixed a leaf that had gotten stuck in her hair.

“you good?” he asked quietly.

she nodded, still floating. the butterflies hadn’t gone away. if anything they were worse. she stepped closer and rested her forehead against his chest for a second, listening to his heartbeat under the jacket.

“yeah,” she whispered. “i’m good.”

he didn’t say anything else. just kept one arm around her while they stood there under the tree, the night wrapping around them like it was the only place in the world that existed. school was in a few hours. neither of them mentioned it. the joint was long gone. the bag of weed sat forgotten in her pocket. none of it mattered right then.

only the quiet, and the way he held her like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

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good boy, take it ✦ | 박종성

pairings : boyfriend!jay x fem!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, blindfold play, femdom, heavy dominance and submission, extreme overstimulation, heavy edging and denial, ruined orgasms, impact play (slapping), biting/marking, nail scratching, ball squeezing, dirty talk, praise kink, crying/tears, intense power exchange, creampie, consensual total surrender

wc : 1,9k

author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ : thank youuu for this request!! i normally don’t write this kind of stuff, BUT i really liked the idea, so i hope y’all fw it too 🤎 and i hope it’s at least somewhat similar to what you imagined, anon <3

you tie the blindfold around jay’s eyes yourself, nice and tight, because you asked him to let you do this tonight.

he didn’t hesitate for a second. “i’m ready to do anything for your pleasure,” he said earlier, voice low and earnest, his dark eyes locked on yours with that unwavering devotion that always makes your pulse quicken.

now he’s living up to it—sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, completely naked, hands resting palms-down on his powerful thighs even though his cock is already rock-hard and leaking steadily from the sheer anticipation.

the silk blindfold is cool and smooth against his skin as you knot it securely at the back of his head, making sure no sliver of light can sneak through.

you step back to admire him for a moment: broad shoulders, defined chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, the sharp cut of his abs leading down to that thick, flushed cock twitching in the open air. his muscular legs are slightly parted, feet planted firmly on the wooden floor.

“good boy,” you whisper, your voice soft but laced with command.

you circle him slowly, letting the soft pad of your bare feet on the floor fill the quiet room. the silk blindfold keeps him in total darkness, heightening every other sense. his breathing picks up immediately, chest expanding faster as he strains to track your movements by sound alone.

you start with light touches, dragging your nails ever so gently down the center of his chest, over the ridges of his abs, stopping just above the base of his throbbing cock. he twitches hard, hips jerking forward an inch before he catches himself and forces stillness. a low, needy sound escapes his throat, but he doesn’t speak.

you tease him relentlessly. your fingertips brush along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, feather-light and maddening. you lean in close, letting your warm breath ghost over his neck, your lips brushing his earlobe without quite kissing. your teeth graze his collarbone, leaving faint red trails that make him shiver. every time he shifts or tries to lean into your touch, you pull back completely, leaving him chasing nothing but empty air and the faint scent of your skin.

“don’t move unless i tell you to,” you remind him, voice sweet but firm, lips hovering near his ear. “this is for me tonight. you said anything, remember?”

jay swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “yes… anything for you,” he answers, voice already a little strained, thick with arousal.

finally, you wrap your hand around his cock, giving him one slow, torturously light stroke from base to tip. your thumb spreads the bead of precum over the swollen head, circling it with deliberate pressure.

jay’s breath hitches sharply, but he stays quiet, jaw clenched. you pump him slowly, building a steady rhythm, feeling every vein and ridge pulse under your fingers. his cock grows even harder in your grip, hot and heavy, leaking more with each pass.

when his hips start to buck involuntarily, you stop completely, pulling your hand away. he lets out a broken, frustrated sound—half-groan, half-whine—his cock twitching desperately in the empty air, bobbing against his stomach.

again and again, you edge him mercilessly.

you kiss and bite along his chest, sucking dark, possessive marks into his skin that he’ll feel for days every time his shirt brushes against them.

your tongue traces the lines of his abs while your hand works his cock just enough to keep him teetering on the edge—tight, slick strokes interspersed with pauses where you only tease the head with your fingertips. each time his thighs tense and his breathing turns ragged, signaling he’s close, you pull away entirely.

after the third denial, his cock is painfully hard, flushed a deep, angry red, the head glistening and leaking a steady stream of precum onto his toned stomach. sweat has started to sheen across his forehead and chest. his breathing is ragged, chest heaving like he’s run miles.

you climb onto his lap, straddling him without warning. your wet pussy glides along the full length of his cock, coating every thick inch in your slick heat.

you roll your hips slowly, rubbing your swollen clit against him, using his hardness for your own friction. jay groans low in his throat, head falling back, hands fisting the sheets at his sides. the muscles in his arms and shoulders strain with the effort of staying still.

“please…” he rasps, voice cracking with need.

you slap his thigh hard enough to leave a faint sting, the sound sharp in the room. “not yet. be good and take it, yeah?”

you keep grinding on him like that, sliding your soaked folds up and down his shaft, pressing down harder on every pass so his cockhead nudges against your entrance without ever slipping inside.

the friction is exquisite for you—your clit throbbing with each roll, pleasure building fast. jay is shaking underneath you, every muscle locked tight, his cock jerking and pulsing against your pussy. you come once like this, moaning loudly and deliberately just to torture him further. your orgasm crashes through you, thighs trembling as you grind down hard, your release dripping down his length and making everything slicker, messier.

jay’s breath is ragged, body trembling with restraint. but he doesn’t move. he’s being so perfect for you.

after your high fades, you finally sink down on him in one smooth, deliberate motion, taking every thick inch until he’s buried to the hilt. the stretch is perfect, filling you completely, pressing against every sensitive spot inside. you pause there, savoring the fullness, clenching around him rhythmically just to feel him throb.

then you start to ride him—slow and deep at first. you roll your hips in wide circles, making his cock drag deliciously against your walls.

jay’s breathing turns even more ragged, soft grunts escaping despite his efforts to stay quiet. you ride him like this for what feels like an eternity. sometimes fast and rough, slamming down so your ass meets his thighs with wet slaps, sometimes agonizingly slow, lifting almost all the way off before sinking back down.

always, you stop right when his cock starts twitching hard inside you and his thighs begin to shake—pulling back from the edge for him while chasing your own pleasure.

sweat beads heavily on his forehead now, trickling down his temples. his blindfolded face is flushed deep red, lips parted, jaw tight with the sheer effort of obedience. you lean forward and bite his nipple hard, tugging it between your teeth while bouncing on his cock with renewed vigor.

“i want to hear you break for me tonight,” you murmur against his skin, voice husky.

that’s when it happens. on a particularly harsh grind, when you clench tight around him and rake your nails down his chest, leaving red trails, jay lets out the first soft, desperate whimper you’ve ever heard from him.

it’s broken and needy, raw in his throat—a sound so vulnerable it sends a fresh rush of wetness flooding around his cock.

“fuck… there it is,” you purr, satisfaction blooming hot in your chest. you pick up the pace, riding him harder, slamming down onto his cock with purpose. your hands brace on his shoulders for leverage as you use him completely.

his whimpers start coming more freely now—soft, helpless sounds that grow into shaky, breathy moans as the overstimulation builds.

you don’t let him come.

instead, you fuck him through your own orgasms, three more times, each one more intense than the last. you play with your clit while seated fully on him, grinding in tight circles until you shatter again, walls fluttering and clenching around his oversensitive length. each time you come, he sobs out a whimper, body jerking beneath you.

the room fills with the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, your moans, and his increasingly broken pleas. tears soak into the blindfold at the corners of his eyes. his thighs are shaking violently now, muscles quivering uncontrollably.

“too much—please, i can’t—” he whimpers, voice cracking beautifully, hoarse from the strain.

you ignore him and keep riding, harsh and relentless. you grind down deep, rolling your hips so his cock drags against every sensitive spot inside you.

reaching back, you squeeze his balls lightly, rolling them in your palm, making him sob out another broken whimper. the overstimulation is brutal—his cock twitching and throbbing inside you, far past the point where pleasure and pain blur together—but you don’t stop.

“you said anything,” you remind him coldly, fucking him even harder, bouncing with force that makes the bed creak. “so take it for me like a good boy.”

jay breaks completely.

loud, desperate whimpers spill from his mouth nonstop—raw, animalistic sounds that make your core tighten around him. you force him through another ruined orgasm, riding him without mercy as he pulses and spills deep inside you.

but you keep moving, drawing it out, milking every last drop while he cries out, body convulsing, hips jerking uncontrollably from the overwhelming intensity. tears stream down his face now, soaking the silk. his cock remains hard inside you, hypersensitive, every drag of your walls pulling fresh sobs from him.

you ride him through the painful aftershocks, slowing only slightly to savor the way he trembles and whimpers beneath you. minutes stretch as you grind lazily, clenching around him, chasing one final, shuddering orgasm of your own. only then do you finally slow down, still keeping him buried deep inside you as you stroke his sweaty hair, pushing damp strands off his forehead. you kiss his tear-streaked cheeks tenderly, tasting the salt.

“such a good boy for me,” you murmur softly, voice warm with praise. “my perfect jay… ready to do anything.”

he shudders hard against you, letting out one last broken little whimper as he leans into your touch, voice hoarse and wrecked. “again… whenever you want,” he whispers. “i’m yours.”

you stay like that for a long while, letting him soften slowly inside you while you soothe him with gentle touches and soft words. eventually, you untie the blindfold, revealing his red-rimmed, glassy eyes.

he blinks slowly, adjusting to the dim light, and the look he gives you is pure adoration mixed with exhaustion.

you help him lie back on the bed, curling up beside him. your fingers trace the marks you left on his chest, the faint bruises from your bites. “you were incredible,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “i love how you gave yourself to me completely.”

jay pulls you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you despite how spent he is. his voice is a tired rumble. “it was worth every second. feeling you come around me like that… hearing you moan… i’d do it all over again right now if you asked.”

you smile against his skin, already imagining the next time—maybe adding restraints, or ice, or making him count each edge out loud. for now, you let the afterglow settle, bodies tangled and warm.

hours later, after he’s dozed and recovered somewhat, you wake him with soft kisses trailing down his body. his cock stirs again under your attention, and he groans softly, still sensitive. “ready for round two?” you tease, already reaching for the blindfold again.

jay’s eyes meet yours, dark and eager despite the lingering exhaustion. “always,” he breathes. “use me however you want.”

the night stretches on, filled with more teasing, more denial, more of those beautiful broken sounds that only you can pull from him.

by the time dawn approaches, jay is a thoroughly used, blissed-out mess—covered in your marks, voice raw, body marked by your pleasure. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.

all stories and edits belong to me — ᨳଓ .

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jungwon fic 😡 (I just need him so bad..)

okay okayyy i hear you 😭 jungwon is officially on the list 🫡

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heyyyyyy! So i saw someone else requested something butttt i have an idea im just cant write .. anywayyyy. So its a jake x fem reader and basically the reader is in the shower (heh) and jake hears so he want to join and the reader is tempting him but not letting him yk but he sooner or later gets his way ❤️ i hope u love this and maybe make it a reality hehe (yes i thought abt this while i was in the shower iconic right?)

-anon ❤️❤️

LMAOOO not you coming up with this while you were in the shower 😭 y’all really love sending me jake requests at this point i already have like three jake fics, but i can’t even blame you because… it’s jake 💀 i’ll definitely keep this one in mind though, it’s a fun idea 🤭

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Girl I NEEEEEED a ff abt Ryul bf x reader gf having sex in like a friends house like u know vacation with friends or in like a parents house plssss 😭😭😭

HI!! i literally thought about semi-public sex just yesterday and wanted to write about a random idol, and i was thinking about who it’d fit the most… but you just answered my question 😭 lmao i’ll cook it up asaaapppp ily 🫶🏼

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I've been craving a jay story where he's blindfolded becauqe you asked and he's ready to do anything for your pleasure so you tease him and all and you finally hear him whimper for the first time + overstimulation, maybe i'm a freak but i'm sure you see what i mean... 🌝

omfg YES jay is my 2nd bias and i love him so much… i think about this man an unhealthy amount actually 😭 thank you anon and honestly we’re all freaks here let’s be real 🫦i see the vision. i get you. ill start writing asap

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pussy drunk ٠࣪⭑ | 심재윤

pairings : boyfriend!jake x fem!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, pussy eating, extreme overstimulation, hyper-sensitivity, multiple orgasms, squirting, gushing, munch jake, possessive dirty talk, praise, pinning/restraint, physical containment, begging, crying from pleasure, no penetration/oral only, face smothering, light dubcon, ignoring safewords/pleas.

wc : 1,7k

thx for the request anon it was fun writing hehe!! enjoy

the bedroom was dark and warm, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. you were spread out on your back, thighs trembling violently around jake’s head as he devoured you like a man who had been starving for weeks.

his strong arms were locked around your thighs, holding you wide open for him, his face completely buried between your legs. he had been down there for almost an hour now, and there was absolutely no sign of him slowing down.

if anything, the more you shook, the hungrier he got.

“jake—fuck—please, i can’t take anymore,” you sobbed, fingers tangled desperately in his messy hair, trying weakly to pull him away.

your pussy was swollen, puffy, and hypersensitive after four intense orgasms. every single nerve ending felt like it was on fire, raw and ringing with a wild, buzzing heat. tears streamed down your cheeks, your body shaking uncontrollably against the mattress.

but jake just moaned loudly against your clit, the vibration sending another massive shockwave through your overstimulated body. he was completely lost in it, entirely tuned out to anything that wasn’t the wet, sweet taste of you.

his eyes were closed, his face shiny and dripping with your juices, his tongue working you with messy, hungry strokes that left you completely breathless. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers curled deep inside you, stretching you out and pumping without a shred of mercy.

“just a little more, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and wrecked, barely pulling back enough to speak, his lips slick and glistening. “you taste so fucking good. i can’t stop. please let me keep going. i need it. i fucking need it, yeah?”

his tongue dove back in immediately, licking broad, heavy stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking hard again.

the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the entire bedroom, echoing off the quiet walls. he was addicted. completely, shamelessly addicted to your pussy. the way you tasted, how you clenched around his tongue, your cries for him.

he didn’t want to stop. he couldn’t stop.

it was like a fever in his blood, a desperation that only grew sharper with every single wet noise he pulled out of you.

“jake—oh my god—i’m gonna cum again—” you wailed, hips jerking uncontrollably, your hands gripping his hair tight enough to pull, but he only pressed his face deeper, loving the pain if it meant he was closer to your heat.

he groaned happily, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through your clit. his fingers pumped faster, curling against that perfect, sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.

your fifth orgasm crashed through you hard, blindingly intense, your walls spasming violently as you squirted all over his face and tongue. jake moaned like it was the absolute best thing he’d ever tasted in his life, drinking every single drop he could, licking you clean with heavy, desperate laps without pulling away for even a second.

you were a complete mess—hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, thighs quivering uncontrollably, voice broken from screaming his name into the empty air.

your body was oversensitive to the point of pain now, every single touch feeling like an electric shock straight to your nerves. you were completely spent, hollowed out by pleasure, but jake was still right there, his breath hot and ragged against your soaked skin.

“too much—baby please—i can’t—i’m too sensitive—” you begged, tears pouring down your face.

you tried to close your legs, your muscles weak and twitching, but his strong arms kept them pinned wide open, locking your knees back against the mattress so you had no choice but to take him.

he finally looked up at you, his eyes dark and completely hazy with lust, his lips swollen and glistening with your wetness.

he looked entirely unhinged, completely consumed by you. “you can take it,” he whispered, his voice rough and scraping against his throat. “you’re doing so well for me, princess. just one more. please. i need to taste you cumming again. you’re so fucking addictive. i can’t get enough of you. look at what you do to me.”

before you could even formulate a protest, he dove right back in. his tongue was slightly gentler this time, slow and soothing, but no less determined, no less starved.

he licked long, dragging stripes through your folds, savoring every leftover drop of your release, then focused on your swollen, throbbing clit with soft, lazy circles that made your whole lower half twitch. his fingers stayed buried deep inside you, stroking slowly, keeping you wound up tight, right on the agonizing edge of another peak.

you were crying openly now, your body twitching with every single lap of his tongue. “jake—baby—please—i love you but i can’t—it’s too much—i’m gonna lose my mind—”

“shhh, i know, i know,” he murmured lovingly against your pussy, pressing soft, wet kisses to your aching clit, his hot breath making you shiver from head to toe. “but you’re so pretty when you cum for me. just let me have this. let me make you feel good. give it to me, baby.”

he sucked your clit gently into his mouth again, humming happily, a dark, primal sound of pure satisfaction as he worked you toward another orgasm.

your sixth one hit you like a slow, devastating wave, weaker than the others in volume but so much deeper, making your whole body convulse as you sobbed his name into the dark room.

jake kept licking you right through the entire spasm, drawing the pleasure out, swallowing everything you gave him until you were nothing but a shaking, whimpering puddle beneath him.

only then did he finally crawl up your body, his chest heavy and hot against yours. he kissed you deeply, a messy, bruising kiss so you could taste yourself all over his tongue, marking you with your own sweetness.

his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh, twitching with need, but he made no move to fuck you.

he didn't even care about his own release right now, he was completely drunk on what he’d just done to you. he just held you close, his strong arms wrapping around your trembling waist, stroking your messy hair and kissing your tear-streaked cheeks with an intensity that made you dizzy.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of absolute awe, his chest heaving against yours. “i could eat this pretty pussy forever. i’m so fucking addicted to you. i don't think i'm ever gonna let you put clothes on again.”

you let out a weak, breathless laugh, clinging to his broad shoulders because your arms felt like lead. “you’re actually insane, jake sim.”

he grinned against your neck, a sharp, delighted little smile, and you could feel the dangerous spark in him hadn't faded at all.

his hands shifted, tracing down the curve of your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips before his grip tightened again. "only for you, baby. only for you."

and just like that, before you could even realize what he was doing, his weight shifted. his hands slid right back down to the inside of your thighs, parting your trembling legs back out to the sides.

you let out a whimper of protest, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders, but he was entirely immovable. his head disappeared right back between your thighs, his hot breath instantly hitting your raw, soaking wet skin.

"wait, please—" you gasped, your hips automatically trying to lift away from him, but his grip on your thighs was like iron.

he didn't even answer with words this time. he just let out a low, needy growl, burying his nose right back into your center.

his tongue licked a thick, wet path right over your hyper-stimulated clit, and your whole body locked up, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as the sheer overstimulation sent a jolt straight up your spine.

he was completely relentless.

he used his thumbs to part your swollen lips, exposing you fully to the cool air of the room for just a second before his warm, wet mouth closed around you again. he started sucking you with a rhythmic, heavy pull, his tongue flicking back and forth across the ultra-sensitive nub until you were thrashing against the sheets, your fingers digging into the mattress, tearing at the fabric because you had nowhere else to put the overwhelming sensation.

"please, jake, i'm too open, it hurts—it feels too good, please—" you screamed, your head tossing from side to side.

but jake was completely deaf to your pleas, entirely single-minded. he was high on the scent of you, drunk on the taste that seemed to cover his entire face.

he slid two fingers back inside your slick entrance, and you immediately clamped down around them, your walls tight and trembling from the exhaustion of so many orgasms. he groaned against your skin, the vibration almost too much to bear, and began to pump his fingers in a cruel, demanding pace, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue.

he wanted to break you.

he wanted to see how many times he could make you shatter, wanted to fill his mouth with you until he couldn't breathe. his strokes grew messier, heavier, his jaw working hard as he devoured you, entirely shameless about how desperately he needed to feel you ruin yourself for him again.

your hips started to roll on their own, completely helpless against the onslaught. the heat was building again, impossible and terrifying, curling tight in your lower belly.

you couldn't handle another one, your body was too raw, too sensitive, but jake was dragging you right over the edge anyway, pulling you kicking and screaming into another peak.

"jake, jake, jake—" you chanted, your voice completely wrecked, sobbing as your hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk.

he knew exactly what that meant.

he increased the pressure, his tongue pressing hard against your clit, his fingers driving deep and fast, holding you perfectly still so you couldn't escape the pleasure.

and when your seventh orgasm tore through your exhausted body, it was a total collapse. you squirted and gushed violently against his mouth, your muscles contracting so hard it was almost a cramp, a broken wail leaving your lips as you completely lost control.

jake took every bit of it, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy as he held you wide open, consuming your release like it was life-giving, completely unbothered by how much of a messy, beautiful disaster you both were.

@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.

all stories and edits belong to me — ᨳଓ .

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juhoon x fem reader

do you have something specific in mind hehe but pls nothing too crazy bcs juhoon is still a minor 😼 maybe some fluff ? angst? up to you anon <3

[sacrificemura]

munch overstim jake fic juseyo😳😳 like he just keeps going he’s addicted ok thanks

OH HELLLL YEAHH that’ll come asap ily

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I know you from wattpaddddd

hellooo thereee!!

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midnight fix ✦ | 양정원

pairings : boyfriend!jungwon x fem!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content,, rough make-up sex, anger-fueled sex, power imbalance/dominant behavior, mild degradation, borderline cnc (consensual non-consent) themes, edging/pleasure denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirt, gushing, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, spanking, marking (biting), unprotected sex, creampie/internal ejaculation idk what else

wc : 1,7k

the day had been a fucking nightmare. the summer heat clung to every inch of your skin like a second, sticky layer, turning the vacation house into a pressure cooker. you’d dragged jungwon from boutique to boutique, buzzing with excitement as you tried on light summer tops that barely covered your tits, flowy dresses that swirled around your thighs, and those tiny skirts that made your ass look incredible in the mirror.

but with every stop, he grew quieter, more withdrawn. arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his phone instead of you. sweat beaded on his forehead, his black tank top sticking to his lean, toned chest.

“what do you think of this one, won?” you asked, twirling in a slinky little red sundress that hugged your curves just right, the hem riding high on your legs.

“it’s fine,” he muttered, barely glancing up, wiping sweat from his brow. “can we go home? it’s too goddamn hot out here.”

his flat tone hit like a slap. your temper flared instantly. “you can spend hours cruising around with your boys, windows down, music blasting, laughing like idiots. but when i want one afternoon where i feel pretty and you actually pay attention to me, suddenly it’s too much? wow, jungwon. real fucking nice.”

the argument exploded in the car on the way back.

you were sharp, spitting fire about how he never made an effort anymore. he stayed distant, voice low and clipped, eyes locked on the road. by the time you pulled up to the vacation house, the silence was suffocating—no music, no touches, just thick, angry tension humming between you. he slammed the door and headed straight to the bedroom without another word.

hours dragged by.

the house was dark and quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of cicadas outside and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. you’d planned to crash on the couch, still pissed, but you needed your pajamas.

you pushed open the bedroom door, the room lit only by faint moonlight spilling through the half-open window, casting silvery shadows across the bed.

and there he was.

jungwon lay on his side, black tanktop, the white sheet draped low over his narrow hips, his dark hair was tousled, strands falling messily over his forehead. one arm was tucked under his head, the other resting on the mattress, muscles subtly flexing.

his eyes—those intense, doe ones that always made your knees weak—locked onto you immediately. no words.

just raw, burning hunger mixed with something deeper, like he’d been lying there replaying the fight, stewing in it, waiting for you to walk through that door so he could fix it his way.

your breath hitched, anger warring with the sudden throb between your legs.

“what are you doing?” you tried to snap, but it came out breathier than you wanted.

he didn’t answer. instead, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist and yanked you forward. you tumbled onto the bed, landing straddling his lap, your hands bracing against his chest. the heat of his skin burned into your palms, his heart pounding hard beneath them.

“jungwon—”

“stop.” his voice was low, rough, commanding. his other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in possessively, holding you exactly where he wanted. “drop the fucking attitude. i know i was an asshole today. hot, tired, whatever. but you’ve been pushing me all day too.”

you pushed against his chest, still mad, but he was stronger—much stronger. he flipped you effortlessly onto your back, pinning you beneath his body. his weight pressed you into the mattress, all hard muscle and scorching skin. those dark eyes bored into yours, intense and unyielding, sending a fresh rush of wetness soaking your panties.

“you think you can talk to me like that?” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. “all day i’ve been thinking about you, how wet you get when i put you in your place. i’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you tonight. slowly until you’re crying my name and creaming all over my cock like the needy slut you are for me.”

you whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, grinding against the thick, hardening bulge in his sweatpants. he kissed you then. his tongue pushed past your lips, sliding hot and wet against yours in messy strokes, tasting you like he was starving.

the kiss went on and on, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, saliva mixing as you both moaned into it. his hands roamed, shoving your shirt up and yanking it off, then palming your tits roughly, thumbs circling your hard nipples until you arched into him.

he stripped you methodically, savoring every inch. kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your collarbone, biting the swell of your breasts.

when you were finally naked beneath him, trembling and dripping, he reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the small bullet vibrator you’d packed “just in case.”

he clicked it on low, the buzzing filling the room, and pressed it firmly against your swollen clit.

“fuck— won!” you cried out, thighs shaking as two of his thick fingers slid easily into your soaked pussy. he curled them perfectly, stroking that spot inside you while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly. the dual sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure was building fast and sharp.

he watched you the whole time, eyes dark with lust, lips parted. “look at you. so fucking wet already. this pussy is clenching around my fingers like it missed me all day.” he pumped them slower, then faster, edging you right to the brink before pulling the vibrator away. you sobbed in frustration, hips chasing the lost sensation.

“not yet,” he murmured, voice dripping with control. he kissed down your stomach, licking a stripe along your inner thigh. “you made me wait in every damn store. now you wait for me.”

he edged you again and again—three, four times—until you were a shaking, sobbing, dripping mess. tears streaked your cheeks, your voice hoarse from begging. “please, wonnie… i’m sorry—i’ll be so good, just let me cum—”

finally, he shoved his sweatpants down, his thick, veiny cock springing free, hard and leaking. he rubbed the fat head up and down your slick folds, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your arousal. “eyes on me,” he ordered.

you locked gazes as he pushed in—slow, inch by inch, stretching you open so perfectly it bordered on pain and bliss.

he bottomed out with a deep groan, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. “fuck, you feel incredible. so tight. so warm. this pussy was made for my cock.”

then he started moving. deep, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you. the vibrator returned to your clit on the lowest setting, buzzing mercilessly while he fucked you with controlled power.

sweat slicked your bodies, the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet pussy taking him filling the room. he whispered filthy praise the whole time, voice rough and wrecked:

“you’re taking me so well, baby. look how deep i am—feel that? gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. you’re mine. say it.”

“i’m yours—fuck, won, i’m yours!” you gasped, nails raking down his back.

he fucked you like that for ages, building you up and pulling back, drawing it out until you were delirious. then he threw your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, and pounded harder.

the new angle made you scream, the vibrator still pressed tight. your first orgasm crashed through you like lightning—walls spasming violently around his cock, gushing around him as you wailed his name.

he didn’t stop. he fucked you through it, growling, then flipped you onto your stomach. he yanked your hips up, ass in the air, and slammed back in from behind. a hard spank landed on your ass, the sting blooming hot.

“again,” he demanded, voice pure gravel. “cum on my cock again like a good fucking girl.”

you did—twice more, each one more intense, your body shaking uncontrollably as he railed you. his dirty talk never stopped, “fuck, look at this pretty ass bouncing on me. you’re creaming so much, baby—making a fucking mess all over my balls. such a sloppy, perfect little hole for me.”

he grabbed the vibrator again, pressing it hard against your overstimulated clit while he thrust deep and fast.

your fourth orgasm ripped through you, so powerful your vision whited out, pussy squirting around his cock as you sobbed into the pillow.

only then did jungwon let go. he buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came with a guttural moan of your name, flooding your pulsing cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum.

you felt every pulse, every spurt filling you up.

but he wasn’t done.

he stayed inside you, slowly grinding, fucking his cum deeper while you twitched and whimpered. he pulled out just enough to flip you onto your back again, then slid back in with a wet, filthy sound. his body covered yours completely, hips moving in lazy, deep strokes that kept his cum leaking out around his cock.

“give me one more, baby” he whispered hotly against your lips, kissing you slow and dirty. “i want to feel you fall apart while i’m still buried in you. milk every last drop out of me, baby.”

you were exhausted, oversensitive, but the way he moved—grinding against your clit with every thrust, whispering how perfect you felt, how much he loved wrecking you—pushed you over one final time.

a deep, rolling orgasm that made your toes curl and your walls flutter endlessly around him. you clung to his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he kept fucking you through it, drawing it out until you were a boneless, trembling wreck.

jungwon finally stilled, still deep inside you, his cock twitching with aftershocks. he kissed you possessively, tongue lazy and claiming, one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your thigh.

“next time you’re pissed,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, lips brushing yours, “just remember how good i make you feel, yeah?”

you shivered beneath him, already feeling the heat building again as he started to move once more—slow, deliberate, ready to pull another orgasm from your exhausted body before the night was over.

@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.

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swallowing my ex ᥫ᭡ | 심재윤

pairings : ex!jake x fem!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive ex trope, semi-public sex (bathroom), manhandling, choking, breath play, hair pulling, hand over mouth, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, cock slapping, size kink, dacryphilia, jealousy, alcohol mention, light aftercare

wc : 1,2k

author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ : guys I nearly combusted. the SECOND jake posted those pictures on weverse dm’s I KNEWWWWW exactly what I was gonna do with them. AWOOOOOOO 😭 LOOK AT THAT GAZE IN THE FIRST PICTURE I’M SO FUCKING DONE… every jake biased: i’m so sorry for your health. hope you’re doing okay.

the after-party was buzzing with expensive perfume, low lights, and soft jazz mixed with heavier beats. the dress code was red, and you had chosen the sexiest piece in your closet.

the deep crimson dress hugged every curve like it was made for you. the neckline plunged just enough to show off your full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to your waist before flowing over your hips and ass. your long hair cascaded down your back in soft waves, shining under the lights.

you looked breathtaking, and you knew it.

you had walked in with jungwon, his arm politely around your waist as you both laughed and greeted people. he paid for your drinks, kept the conversation light, and made sure you were having fun.

after the wine hit, you danced together, bodies moving close but nothing inappropriate.

you were enjoying yourself, genuinely. jake was the last thing on your mind.

you didn’t even know he was there until you felt it. that intense gaze burning into your skin from across the room.

jake stood in the corner, red wine glass in hand, eyes locked on you like a predator. he watched every sway of your hips, every smile you gave jungwon, every time your breasts bounced slightly when you laughed. his jaw was tight, fingers white around the glass.

when jungwon excused himself to talk business with some executives, you wandered to the bar alone, ordering another drink. seconds later, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd.

jake dragged you down a quiet hallway, pushed open the first unlocked door—a luxurious bathroom—and locked it behind you.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, voice low and dangerous.

he backed you against the wall, caging you in with his body. his eyes were dark, that signature seductive gaze now filled with pure jealousy.

you lifted your chin, heart racing. “what does it look like? i’m having fun, jake. something you clearly have a problem with.”

“with jungwon?” he spat, hand coming up to grip your jaw. “you show up looking like that—this fucking dress barely covering your tits, your ass out for everyone—and you’re here with him? laughing, dancing, letting him touch you?”

“he’s a friend,” you shot back, pushing at his chest even though your body was already betraying you. “and it’s none of your business anymore. we’re done, remember? you were too possessive, too controlling. i’m not your territory. get that through your fucking head.”

jake laughed bitterly, but his eyes never left yours. that intense stare made your knees weak.

it always had.

he stepped closer, thigh pressing between your legs. “you loved it. you loved being mine. don’t lie to yourself, doll.”

his hand slid down to your throat, not squeezing hard but enough to make you gasp. the possessiveness that had broken you two apart was back in full force, and god, some sick part of you missed it.

“you’re still mine,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”

you moaned softly despite yourself, hips twitching against his thigh. you tried to fight it. “jake… stop. i’m not doing this with you.”

but he could feel how wet you already were. he turned you around roughly, pressing your chest against the cool wall. your breasts squished against the marble as he ground his hard cock against your ass.

“feel that?” he whispered hotly, voice dripping with lust. “that’s what you do to me. walking around in this slutty little red dress, knowing exactly what it does to me. you wore it on purpose, didn’t you? to drive me fucking crazy.”

you whimpered, pushing back against him even as you whispered, “i’m not your fucktoy anymore.”

jake chuckled darkly, yanking your dress up over your hips. he groaned at the sight of your red thong disappearing between your plump, jiggly ass cheeks. “fuck, look at you.” he ripped the thin fabric off in one tug, making you gasp.

“jake—you could’ve just moved it aside?! what the fuck!”

“no time,” he muttered, already freeing his thick cock. “your precious jungwon might come looking for you veeery soon.”

he kicked your legs apart and rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds before pushing two fingers inside you, stretching you quickly. you moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the bathroom.

“too loud, baby,” he warned. when he finally lined up and thrust in deep, you cried out. he felt huge, stretching you perfectly like only he could. jake pulled your hair back, forcing your head against his shoulder as he started pounding into you.

“fuck—you’re still so tight for me,” he groaned, hips snapping harshly. your ass jiggled with every thrust, the sound filthy in the small space. he clamped one hand over your mouth while the other kept a tight grip on your hair. “quiet. or do you want everyone to hear how much you missed my cock?”

you moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back. the pleasure was overwhelming. the alcohol, the tension, the way he fucked you like he owned you—it all mixed together.

“admit it,” he panted against your ear, thrusting deeper. “you missed this. missed me ruining this pretty pussy.”

you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks. “yes—fuck, i missed you, jake. missed your cock so much.”

he rewarded you by fucking you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your muffled moans. your breasts bounced against the wall with every powerful thrust. jake’s grip on your mouth and hair kept you right where he wanted you.

“good girl,” he growled. “this pussy is still mine. no one else gets to fuck you like this. not jungwon. not anyone.”

you came hard around him, walls clenching as your orgasm crashed through you. jake followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot cum.

he didn’t pull out right away. instead he turned you around, gently pushing you down to your knees. his cock, still sensitive and glistening, tapped against your lips.

“open.”

you did, taking him into your mouth eagerly. you sucked him through the aftershocks, tongue swirling even as his body shook. jake’s hand fisted in your hair as he spilled the last drops down your throat.

“swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse. you did, looking up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes. your makeup was ruined—mascara streaks, swollen lips, messy hair.

you looked completely wrecked.

jake, on the other hand, looked like sin in his perfectly tailored suit, barely a hair out of place.

he smirked, tapping his wet cock against your tongue as you stuck it out for him. then he slapped it lightly against your cheek.

“look at you,” he laughed softly, almost affectionately. “so fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.”

he helped you up, fixing your dress as best as he could. his intense gaze softened just a little as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“who fucks you better?” he asked, voice low. “me or jungwon?”

you looked up at him, still catching your breath, and whispered the truth. “you, jake. only you.”

he kissed you hard, possessive and claiming, before unlocking the door. “that’s right. don’t forget it.”

you stepped out first on shaky legs, heart racing, knowing this wasn’t the end. not even close.

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[sacrificemura]

big nose, bigger d*ck ☆ | 이찬영

pairings : model!anton x photographer!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, big dick anton, size kink, praise kink, blowjob, deepthroat, gagging, messy oral, hair pulling, spanking, manhandling, rough sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, consensual filming during sex, possessiveness, soft aftercare

wc : 1,2k

the studio lights were warm and soft today, casting gentle shadows across anton’s face. you adjusted the collar of his oversized button-up, stepping back to check the frame through your camera. he had been modeling for your private page for months now, just a side project that started as fun between friends but somehow turned into something people actually followed.

“tilt your head a little to the left,” you said, snapping a few shots. the black hair he recently got suited him, but it was still his nose that always caught your attention. it was prominent, perfectly balanced with his sharp jaw and big eyes. it just… fit.

you lowered the camera for a second. “anton, i swear your nose is actually perfect. like it completes your whole face. it’s so distinctive but in the best way. most guys would look weird with it, but on you it’s… chef’s kiss.”

he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, but you noticed the way his ears turned pink. “you’ve been saying stuff like that a lot lately.”

“because it’s true,” you shrugged, smiling as you took another photo. “you look really good today. even better than usual.”

over the past week you had been complimenting him more openly—his nose, his proportions, the way certain outfits sat on his shoulders. nothing too crazy, just honest appreciation.

anton had started showing up early, hair styled neatly, picking outfits carefully even on days you didn’t have a shoot. he told himself it was for the content. deep down he knew it was for you.

the shoot went well. anton was professional as always, hitting every pose you asked for.

but halfway through you noticed it—the obvious bulge straining against the front of his pants.

he was hard. visibly.

you quickly looked away, pretending to adjust your camera settings while your face heated up.

“okay, i think we got enough,” you said after a few more shots, trying to keep your voice normal. “you can go change. i’ll start editing these tonight.”

“cool. thanks,” he replied, voice a little lower than usual. he disappeared into the small changing room attached to the studio.

ten minutes passed.

then fifteen.

you needed your phone to check the time and realized you had left it on the bench inside the changing room.

sighing, you knocked lightly.

“anton? i’m coming in real quick, i forgot my phone.”

no answer. you pushed the door open.

anton stood there shirtless, only in his boxers, the new jeans he was supposed to change into hanging loosely from his hips. his cock was straining hard against the thin fabric, the thick outline impossible to ignore.

he turned around at the sound of the door and froze.

“shit—sorry,” he muttered, eyes wide.

your gaze dropped before you could stop yourself.

he was big, long and thick, exactly the kind of proportion people joked about when they talked about his nose.

you felt your throat go dry.

“i’ll just… grab my phone,” you mumbled, rushing toward the bench. your camera was still hanging around your neck, lens bumping against your chest.

as you reached for your phone, anton’s voice stopped you.

“hey… can you help me with something?”

you turned slowly. he was still standing there half-naked, one hand gripping the waistband of the jeans.

“the fly on these is stuck or something. can’t get it closed properly.”

your brain short-circuited for a second but you nodded. “yeah, sure.”

you stepped closer. he was tall, towering over you in the small room. you tried to focus on the zipper, but your knuckles kept brushing against the massive bulge.

anton’s breath hitched. then he slowly rolled his hips forward, pressing himself against your hand.

you froze.

he did it again, this time more deliberately, grinding against your palm while pretending to adjust his stance for the “pose.”

“anton…”

“sorry,” he said, voice husky. “been hard the whole shoot. you kept complimenting me… my nose, my face. saying i look good. it got to me.”

your hand was still there. you didn’t pull away.

instead your fingers wrapped around the thick shape through his boxers, stroking slowly. anton groaned, head tilting back.

his nose looked even more perfect from this angle.

“fuck… your hand feels good,” he breathed.

you sank to your knees, heart pounding.

you tugged his boxers down and his cock sprang free—long, heavy, and flushed. exactly like you imagined. you stroked him with both hands, amazed at the size. anton’s fingers threaded through your hair gently at first.

“you don’t have to—”

you leaned in and took him into your mouth. he was too big to fit all at once, so you sucked on the head, tongue swirling while your hands worked the rest. anton moaned, hips twitching. you pushed deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of your throat.

“shit— you look so pretty like that,” he praised, voice rough. “taking me so well.”

you bobbed your head faster, saliva dripping down your chin. anton’s grip tightened in your hair and he started fucking your mouth gently, then harder. your camera swung lightly against your chest with every movement.

after a few minutes he pulled you up, kissing you messily. “bend over the bench.”

you did, bracing your hands on the wooden surface. anton flipped your skirt up and pushed your panties aside. he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds before sliding in slowly, stretching you open. you moaned loudly at the fullness.

“so tight,” he groaned, bottoming out. “you feel incredible.”

he started thrusting, deep and rough, one hand on your lower back pressing you down. your camera dangled between your breasts. anton reached forward, lifted it, and turned it on.

the shutter clicked as he fucked you harder from behind.

“smile for the camera, baby,” he teased, voice playful but strained. he recorded a short video, the lens capturing the way your ass bounced against him with every thrust.

“these would look good on the page too. anton modeling his favorite angle.”

you laughed breathlessly, then moaned as he hit a particularly deep spot. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love it.” he smacked your ass lightly, gripping the soft, smooth skin. “been wanting this for weeks. every time you complimented my nose i got harder. stupid, right?”

“not stupid,” you gasped. “keep going—harder, pleaseee.”

anton obliged, pounding into you relentlessly. the sound of skin slapping filled the small changing room. he kept filming short clips, whispering filthy praise between thrusts. “look at you taking every inch. my perfect girl.”

your orgasm hit hard. you clenched around him, crying out his name. anton followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you with hot spurts of cum. he kept thrusting slowly through it, milking every second.

afterwards he carefully pulled out, turned you around and kissed you softly. the rough anton disappeared, replaced by the gentle guy you’d known for months.

he cleaned you up with a towel, helped fix your clothes, then hugged you from behind while you both caught your breath.

“so… still think my nose fits my face?” he asked, smiling against your neck.

you laughed. “more than ever.”

he took one last photo with your camera—just the two of you in the mirror, messy and flushed. “for the private folder,” he whispered.

you leaned back against his chest, heart full. what started as innocent compliments had turned into something much hotter. and you couldn’t wait to see what other “angles” you’d explore together.

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