jake would never let you fall asleep without making you him feel good. your his good girl, he must always rewards you and even if you're tired he'll just eat you out or you can lay as he does all the work. it's always doing bed time, he prays you the most, sex filled w that's my good girl or you taste so good nor would he tease you, his wishes to really just want to please you. tho sometimes, he wants you to please yourself n to see all of you so he can just lay back n jerking off to the sight. but jake being jake, it's always too munhc for him, he never once didn't take you there as you touch yourself, not caring about his own previous wish.
notes : this clip is literally jake pinning me down n having his necklace falling on my face 🫦
context: sunghoon introduces you to his med school friends because he thinks you’d enjoy it, but you have a bad time with them because one of his female peers clearly doesn’t like you and makes it obvious. Also, sunghoon *kinda* letting you get it off your chest in private.
includes: age gap, established relationship, med student!sunghoon, undergrad!reader, use of “baby”,
rant: I couldn’t decide if I wanted Sunghoon to be a law student or a med student, but he gave major wants-to-specialize-in-neurology vibes. The ending feels too rushed for something kinda long 😅
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It’s a little late when Sunghoon realizes how quiet you are and has to look over to find you with your head pretty low.
None of his friends seem to notice because they’re too busy with their own conversation or their drinks, so he uses the opportunity to talk to you more privately.
“Tired?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss into your temple as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.
Everything seems to happen at once, so you lag behind on an answer that sounds convincing.
“Yeah…I am…” you lie, finally picking your head up to meet someone’s gaze.
But instead of finding his first, you find the eyes of the exact person who’s making you feel out of place.
She’s a newer friend of his, goes to the same school, and is obviously in the same program, but more importantly, she’s a little too invested in what you and sunghoon are doing.
You can tell she probably didn’t know about you and Sunghoon.
It’s probably why she makes the oddest comments about you and your age or shoots daggers at you when no one else is looking at her.
But instead of thinking about how childish she acts at an age you’d kill to be, her behavior is working to make you uncomfortable in a place you’ve never felt 100% in.
And either because he’s a man, or because he’s secure in his relationship, Sunghoon doesn’t notice.
Doesn’t notice how she’s making you feel.
Doesn’t notice how sweet she is to him compared to the other male classmates they have.
“Just a little longer now, I want to make sure I pay our half.” Sunghoon explains, keeping his arm around you as he rubs your shoulder gently.
And then he turns back to his friends, who are now discussing their summer volunteer plans and want his own.
You’re left to entertain yourself again with the charm on your phone because it died not too long ago and you have absolutely nothing else to do.
That “little longer” takes nearly an hour to come, and there’s an extra 15 minutes spent on deciding how the bill will be split.
You’re already over the entire thing, but then she speaks up again and directs most of her words to Sunghoon and not their entire group.
“I’m so embarrassed…I forgot my wallet.” She says, hands coming up to cover her cheeks in shock for a moment before she reaches for her phone.
As if it didn’t annoy you that everyone at the table had already been stingy about their halves of the bill, it irritated you more that no one could help cover her and simply ask her to pay them back another time.
And then your boyfriend—your kind, ignorant, borderline blind boyfriend—couldn’t sit and watch as the group awkwardly sat and waited.
He had to do something.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it.” Sunghoon assured, holding his hand out for her to give him the little paper she’d written down her things on.
“Really? I’ll pay you back, I promise.” She said, but she handed her paper too quickly and too enthusiastically for it not to have been deliberate.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a few drinks.” Sunghoon assured, mentally adding her total to yours and his.
Even then, he rounded up and ended up paying the most since he was technically paying for three people.
At least it meant she couldn’t stay longer; with everyone’s halves paid, there was no reason to.
You felt drained, both socially and physically, something he began to notice when you didn’t care for his little jokes as he opened your door for you.
But he waits until the car starts moving before bringing it up at all.
“So…what did you think?” He asks, reaching over for your hand.
“Hmm? About what?” You ask, more distant than anything else.
Sunghoon has to look at you twice; you’ve always been eager to get ahead, so it’s surprising that you didn’t enjoy talking and interacting with his med school friends.
“Nothing…uh…” he trails, trying to stall as he decides if he should push.
“Did I do something?” He asked, taking the chance to look at you properly at a red light.
You know he’s looking, that’s why you don’t turn.
The last thing you need is to see that adorable look he gets when he’s trying to figure something out while you’re trying to be upset.
“No,” you say, but it comes out too quickly, a little devoid of your usual tone.
The light turns green, and he has no option but to turn away to start moving again.
He leaves it here for now so he can focus on getting you both home; and he holds your hand the entire way to try and subtly soften you up by the time you do.
It doesn’t do much in his favor; you’re still quiet and keeping to yourself up until you’re lying in bed beside him.
In the time it took for you both to make your way up the building, get ready for bed, and actually get into bed, you’ve looked at him maybe twice?
And no matter how hard he tries to think about it, he can’t remember anything that went wrong at the restaurant.
It takes you to bring something up for him to even consider it a possibility.
“The girl you paid for, how well do you know her?” You ask, and he can tell you’d previously been holding yourself back from asking the way you turn to face him suddenly with this.
“We met during orientation, but I didn’t start talking to her until recently. Why?” He says, giving you everything you want to know so you can’t say he’s hiding anything from you.
“No reason.” You say, an attempt to turn your back on him again is made, but you’re held in place by just one of his arms.
“Nope. We’re not doing that.” He says firmly, but not rudely.
“I didn’t think it would bother you that I did that.” He begins, and when you sigh and close your eyes for a moment, he thinks he guessed correctly.
“I would have done that for anyone.” He adds.
Part of you wants the reassurance, the other doesn’t want to lie and make him feel like this is on him; so you decide to tell him the truth.
“That’s not why I’m upset.” You admit, not wanting to look at him directly when you go into detail.
“She kept making comments about me all night…didn’t you hear her?” You ask, looking up for a moment.
“All I remember is her calling you cute…is that so bad? You are adorable…” he says, one hand playing with the ends of your hair.
“When you told her I also wanted to go to med school, she laughed and said I wouldn’t survive.” You reminded him.
Sunghoon wants to laugh because he sees it as you taking a comment too seriously, but he doesn’t want to make you feel like you can’t tell him these things.
“People do that, isn’t it a trait of all doctors that they’re all pretentious?” He says, trying to lighten the mood, and he can see how that was the wrong approach almost immediately.
“If I list everything she said that I didn’t like, are you just going to continue making excuses for her?” You ask, nudging him gently so he’d scoot away from you.
“No, I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, giving you your space but holding his hand out so you’ll take it.
And when you do, he brings it up to place kisses on your knuckles.
“And I’m sorry you had such a bad time. If I had known, we would have left early.” He continues, kissing up your arm when he sees how the first few kisses did much to get you back.
“I can make it up to you…do you want that?” He asks, the gap between you closed again as the trail he made led him to your shoulder and then your neck.
“You’re just trying to make me overlook the fact that you had no idea why I was upset…” you say, your voice softer because of how this affects you.
“A lot can be true at once, baby…” he says, voice slightly muffled as he settles between your legs and on top of you.
plug!choso who you only hear about because your friend swears up and down that he is the most reliable dealer in the area.
plug!choso who your friend texts first instead of giving you his number right away because apparently he does not just deal with anyone.
plug!choso who shows up exactly on time the first time you see him, and is surprised that a pretty girl like you were buying from him.
plug!choso who barely talks at first, just asks what you need in a calm low voice.
plug!choso who notices you’re not reckless or loud like some of the other people he meets.
plug!choso who hands you his number after that first link and says to text him directly next time. your friend just raises their brows like oh!
plug!choso who starts responding to you faster than he responds to anyone else even though he tells himself it doesn’t mean anything.
plug!choso who later on asks for your instagram just to stay in contact with you more (as if your number wasn’t enough) and lowkey stalks your highlights whenever he’s high or horny and you’re not there.
plug!choso who’s favorite customer is you and reassures you that you don’t have to pay.
plug!choso who stays a little longer whenever he drops your stuff off instead of leaving right away. and when he does, he leaves you with extra weed and goodie bags filled with candy and chips.
plug!choso who realizes that his feelings for you may be stronger than the drugs he sells/takes.
plug!choso who finally stops contemplating with his foggy brain and asks if he can smoke with you at your place and feels genuine happiness for the first time in a while when you say yes.
plug!choso who feels a foreign sense of nervousness when he is standing in front of your door because he realizes this is not one of his regular drop offs and is more about the two of you actually hanging out.
plug!choso who feels his throat get stuck and his dick swell in his pants when you open the door in a black & white polka dot shorts and cami set that defines your body better than ever, your nipples prodding slightly through the thin fabric.
plug!choso who listens to you talk about your day so sweetly and insists on helping you roll the blunt because he is afraid your french tip nails will poke a hole in the paper and brings water to your mouth whenever you cough a little too hard.
plug!choso who gets warmer and more touchy with you three blunts later, his hand rubbing along your thigh when you inhale and exhale.
plug!choso who leaves you dizzy when he gently grabs your chin and blows smoke into your mouth, his lips so close to yours you can still smell the mint underneath everything, and before you can stop yourself you lean in and kiss him.
plug!choso who ends up between your thighs after the kiss that escalated into a messy makeout session. tongue pressing flat against your throbbing clit.
“chooo! f-fuck,” you gasped, pedicured toes curling as he continued to eat you off the bone. his groans vibrated through your core, and nasty obnoxious slurps filled the room.
“y’ taste so good. s’ sweet.” he was high out of his mind. giving you sticky kisses on your clit, and tests the waters by slipping one finger in… then another. wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucks really hard. trying his best to make you cream on his tongue and he doesn’t fail.
plug!choso who makes the sexiest face when his tip pushes into your walls. jaw dropping, brows turning up, eyes extremely low.
plug!choso who becomes the most talkative during sex. “i’ve been trying to fuck you for so long,” he said, plunging his dick in and out of you. “this feels good, yeah? talk to me, baby. please.”
plug!choso who becomes the first man to ever make you squirt.
plug!choso who’s a complete whimpering mess when he’s close. he cums so good. so hard to the point where he almost blacked out and collapsed right on top of you. his head falling right between your boobs, and you lazily rub his face, giving him kisses on his sweaty temple until he softens inside of you. he was in heaven.
plug!choso who you cannot get enough of after your smoke sesh so you call him to come over but not for weed this time.
plug!choso who goes from being your favorite eater to your sweet boyfriend and sometimes takes you on his trips despite protesting for you to stay home because he does not want you involved in his work.
situationship fratkuna tells his friends how you're always so needy for his attention. . . but you know better & now so does he
pleading, offering nights of hot sex, and grovelling at your feet is a new low. even for sukuna.
but you're reeeal petty.
"baby, y'know i wasn't— fuck, I wasn't bein' serious. . ."
sukuna groans, deep in chest, dragging his lips up to your shin then to your knee until he finally settles his cheek against the soft skin of your thigh. he nuzzles his nose into you, inhaling your scent like an addict.
if any of his frat brothers see where he is now, on his knees with his fingers wrapped loosely around your ankles to keep you from pushing him away, he'd never hear the end of it.
"you think i'm too clingy, kuna?"
the question sounds innocent enough, however, with the way you're peering down at him from the edge of your bed in nothing but a bra and some little lace panties is anything but innocent.
"nah, baby, course not." sukuna's palms glide down the backs of your calves, massaging the muscles coaxingly.
your foot nudges his chubbing thickness in his boxers and he pants hotly, sinking his blunt nails into the backs of your calves almost pathetically.
and he was the one calling you clingy?
sukuna swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he forces the words from his lips.
life with your sweet angel of a boyfriend, absolute purrfection.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: pumabf!riki x reader
smut, established relationship, domestic fluff, protective!ki, jealousy, cuddling, lots of kissing, oral (f.+ m. receiving), he purrs, sub!reader, bratty!reader, biting (he does it with love), little bit of blood mentioned, morning sex, swearing, teasing, not proofread lolz (3.9k words)
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ promises he doesn't mean to but is insanely protective.
an arm around your should or waist, eyes ghosting around any room you step it looking for a threat. you would think you're entering a cage of fighting lions, but no — you're just entering a supermarket. the poor other costumers were treated like missiles about to explode by him. "ki, red or green?" no response. "ki?" "hm?" he mutters, eyes still roaming around. your hands find his face, snapping him out of his haze. the moment your eyes meet he softens, sharp eyes turning big, brows relaxing. "do you want red or green grapes?" you ask again. "oh, green please." he smiles softly, eyes crinkling. but as soon as you turn to grab the grapes he snaps back to scan the room for any potential threat.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ full on gnarls when you're being bratty heheheh
he tries to be as nice to you as he can while he's balls deep inside you. poor boy gets so lost inpleasure and turns absolutely wild. he wants his hands all over you at the same time, like his hands are never in the same position for more than ten seconds. the first time you slept together he was trembling with how much he had to hold himself back, pretty boy blanked out at the feeling of your pussy around him :(( but with time you wanted to see what he's hiding, there was a little bite or choke every now and then but you want this man WILD. "can't even fuck me properly, huh?" "come on, is this all you've got?" you are an absolute manace and after the initial shock riki experienced hearing those words coming from you, his heavy breaths and choked moans were replaced by grunts as he slammed his hips against you with one smooth motion. satisfied with the sqeaky moan it got out of you, he thought this was the end – a mere little slipup on your part. but no, this only fuelled you. "what," you giggled between small gasps, "too shy to put me through the matress?" oh this was your end. within the blink of an eye he had you flipped on your stomach, legs rough nudged apart before he buries himself inside of you again. you know that he's big, i mean look at the height of him his dick was bound to be more than average, but he has never been this deep in you. for a moment you believe you've lost hearing and your brain switched off. as if you weren't in heaven enough already, the feeling of him carelessly lying on top of you, cock drilling in and out of your puffy pussy, had you speechless. "oh now you wanna shut up, hm?" he gnarls into your ear, yanking your hair back. you mouth falls open, but no words come out of it; only whines and throaty moans. "wanna act like a fucking brat but cave at the feeling of me destroying your cunt huh?" messy kisses were placed on your exposed neck, sharp fangs grazing that one sensitive spot that has you pussy flutter. pathetic whines answer him and he chuckles, " 's what i thought baby, now come on and take it."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is practically glued to you at all times.
yes, outside he's protective, rough boyfriend but once you're home? oh that boy turns to puddle around you. he's still stuck on you, but he basically clings to you like a koala. "babyyyy, can you pleaaaaase just come to the couch with me?" he whines as you fold your clothes. "ki, i told you that as soon as i'm down with this i'll be all yours." "but," he sighs, "it always takes you so long to do itttt." you'd think he hasn't seen you in days, meanwhile the only time you were separated today was when either of you went to the toilet; and even then he was outside the door yapping your ear off. your person space is his person space and he refuses to change that for a single moment of the day.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is such a cuddle bug.
the minute you lie down, he's on you. i mean full on covering every part of you, face nuzzling into your neck as his arms circle your waist. a content sigh escapes him, this is his absolute favourite thing. your smell hits his nose instantly and he can't help but try and get closer to (it's literally impossible at this point). if possible, he would crawl into your skin to discover parts of you he has yet to see. "ki that giggles." you giggle, lovingly smacking his shoulder. "mmmm, you smell so good baby." his voice barely noticeable as how closely his lips are pressed against your skin. "you've smelled me a million times before silly boy. how can you not get bored?" in the blink of an eye he sat up. he looked purely distraught. "how can you say that?" he questioned, dead serious. "if i ever happen to lose you i need to be able to find you again! your smell is key here." you stare at him, utterly baffled. a moment of silence passes, both of you just staring at each other. "i mean," you start, "you have my location at all times and you're pretty much always with me." he scoffs, "well obviously, but there's still a small chance of you getting lost or taken from me." your heart swells at his confession. "awwww, come here baby." you open your arms wide and he happily plops back down on you again. content hums leave him again, accompanied by a deep sigh. softly, your fingers start threading through his hair, earning such lovely sounding purrs from him, vibrating against your chest. "i love you so much," he mumbles sleepily, the affect hair playing as him is insane. "i love you, ki." you whisper back as he drifts off to sleep. aren't you the luckiest to have this clingy cuddly giant.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ get jealous easily :((
he would never accuse you of straying away and being not loyal. ever. if someone's eyes linger on you more than three seconds he's ready to pounce. as we've established he always has a hand on you somewhere, so obviously you're off the market! he uses his height as an advantage, no matter how tall you are, he most likely will be taller that you. looking like you shack he sends daggers across the room, eyes narrowing with anger. however, as soon as you notice and spin around, putting a hand on his cheek he turns to mush. "what's gotten you so worked up baby?" you mutter, small smile on your face. "just this guy looking at you. it's insulting to both you and me." he murmurs, but you can tell by his voice that all his attention is on you now, guy long forgotten at your display of attention. you turn, "who is it?" "red shirt." you scoff, "slimey looking thing." at that he chuckles, lips pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. "i love you, angel." you reach down, intertwining your fingers with his, "don't worry ki," you smile up at him "i'll forever and always be yours."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves innocent kisses anywhere but your lips when you're out and it's the sweetest thing.
considering how much he loves on you, you had some ground rules established. his jealous and protective nature has him on you at all times, not just his hands roaming but also his lips. if provoked, he started a full on make out in the middle of the street. anything to put those hitting or even look at you too long in their place. here comes in one the rules: no public makeouts! a little kiss, a quick peck is fine, it's welcomed. but no full on making out, no tongues intertwining. but of course the little menace finds a way to go around this rule. it started on your hand, just a kick peck to the back of your intertwined hands. next it was you cheek, then your forehead, the top of your head, your temple. if he's feeling extra cheeky he starts kissing the corner of your mouth relentlessly. he's so fucking smug about it too! "whaaaaat, i haven't done anything against the rules!" he's so fucking cute :(( he just wants to love you at all times.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ has a very sensitive nose and tends to bury it inside your neck when he gets overwhelmed
as we've established, riki adores your smell. nothing brings him nearly as much comfort as the smell of your skin. he specifically asks you not to put on any perfume or scented lotions. life gets busy and at some point everyone gets overwhelmed with it all. busy schedules, little sleep, it's all been catching up him and on a random day after running errands with you he finally gets to lay on the couch with you. yet his mind is not any busy, thoughts circling on his mind in a never-ending loop. you were focused on the show playing in the back when he suddenly nuzzles his head into your neck. at first you thought he was simply being cuddly, but he was more stiff than usual. he didn't melt into you as he usually does. "what's up, pretty boy?" you mumble as you stroke his hair. he only manages a weak hum in response. "riki are you okay?" his heart clenches at the sound of your voice. filled with so much worry, he instantly feels guilty. "no it's alright," he mutters as he sits back up again. "no, no, something's up. talk to me." taking a deep breath in as he struggles to meet your eyes. "ki," you say softly, hand reaching over to softly stroke his arm. "you can always talk to me. about anything." oh he's so in love with you, he just wants to kiss you senseless. "i know," he breathes. "i just...i don't know. life is just a lot and i cannot seem to switch my brain off." you coo, "come here my big baby." within seconds he's snuggled up against you, face in your neck again. "you smell like home." just like that; he dropped a sentence like that out of the blue. at a loss for words you can only pepper kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, clutching him extra tight.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ purrs into your pussy while he's eating you out <33
while we're on the topic of smells, this boy goes CRAZY for the smell of your pussy. first time he went down on you he came all over the sheets by just smelling you it's that serious. my boy definitely has an oral fixation, he could spend hours between your legs — and he does. from slow licks, to sloppily making out with your cunt he absolutely worships you. every time he finds himself face to face with your pussy he tries to find new ways to make you lose your mind. he's an absolute MASTER at the tongue and finger combo, scissoring his fingers inside your gummy walls as he sucks and nips at your clit. this genuinely is his favourite thing to pass the time, so it is not wonder that he eventually starts contently purring. the first time it happened you were so surprised at the extra stimulation you came instantly and boy was he proud. the low vibrations add a delicious sensation on top of his already skilled hands and tongue. he sometimes starts and stops, loving the desperate whines that leave your pretty lips, begin him to continue purring. riki gets cocky with it, but every time he goes down on you he gets to the point of his eyes firmly squeezed shut, unconsciously purring at the feeling and smell of you that consume all his senses <333
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves bites all over you while being inside of you to muffle his moans (he's still a little embarrassed <33)
big dick rik is a recurring guest on my blog, mans knows exactly what to do to get all obsessed and cock drunk I DONT MAKE THE RULES (i do but whatever). puma!ki however adds the beautiful dimension of biting <33 it started with a little nip here and there to get a reaction out of you, but the freakier the two of you got over time, the more he gets lots in pleasure and can't hold himself back. he knows you'd never judge him, in fact you encourage it, but he does feel a little embarrassed being a moaning mess when your pussy feels too good :(( so nipping turns into his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he has you on all fours, desperately trying to quieten his moans. the warm feeling of your insides has him believing he's in heaven, hips rutting into all messily...and when you moan at the feeling of his canines sinking into you?? yea the moans only get cranked up even more. the first time he drew blood he was so shocked by himself, staring at you all wide eyed :c but when you simply flip your hair over the little wound, exposing the other side of your neck and pushing his head down to meet your soft skin he's back in business.
but it doesn't even have to be the two of you hardcore going at it, it can be lovingly spooning on an early morning and he's just all sleepy still, eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being inside you first thing in the morning. the world still asleep, he buries his head in the crook of your neck (can you tell this boy has a favourite body part on you?), biting down near the pulsing vein. your little gasps and whines music to his ears, he bites down a little harder, hoping that when you leave the house later everyone can still see :(
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a very whiny boy when you go down on him :,)
do not let the propaganda fool you, this boy is so fucking vocal!!! while he does take quite a lot of the initiative when you go down on him, he lets out the prettiest sound a man has ever made. he's very big on praise, you're his precious girl and he's so thankful that you choose to pleasure him :(( "so fucking pretty huh, fuck look at you," he moans as you lick up and down his length, eyes always on him. he gets so lost in the pleasure that he has to rapidly blink, not wanting to miss a single little thing you do. if you decide to be a little tease (which you usually are) and kitty lick only his tip, refusing to touch the rest of him he falls i love with you even more. while he does have his hands entangled in your hair, he'd never force himself deeper inside of you. you do things at your own pace and he's happy to be there! so when you suddenly stop the small licks and fully take him down your throat in one motion he can't help but gasp, throaty moan following. "filthy fucking thing aren't you? jesus you're perfect." riki looks majestic like this, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving. if you moan around him it's most definitely over for him. what his purring is doing to you, your moans do it to him. that's when the whines most definitely come out and you of course love taking advantage of it. it's obscene, you bobbing your head up and down his cock, a mix of spit and precum dripping out of your mouth all over his thighs as you moan nonstop. his legs twitch at the sensation of your mouth, abs flexing every time you have his entire length down your throat. and when he gets close? best believe it's the whine olympics. the grasp on your hair tightens, sending small tingles through your scalp and down your spine. " 'm so close angel, fuck please don't stop oh my god." and with that he releases the prettiest whiny moan as he empties out his load into your mouth.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ does the cutest little head tilt at random times, blinking at you (no thoughts behind those eyes)
pretty boy spaces out every now and then, no thoughts head empty. so when you come into the room, yapping the day away he needs a second to snap out of it and when you look at him expectantly he just goes "huh?". he's so fucking cute, head cocked to the side, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. "did you hear a single thing i just said?". a snail could shake its head quicker than he did, softly blinking at you. how could yoh stay mad at him when he's looking at you like this??? "aww," you coo. "pretty boy was lost in thought weren't you." his nose crunches in fake disapproval, but deep down both of you know he loves being babied.
or sometimes he gives you the most RANDOM look of disapproval it's truly hilarious, he cannot keep a straight face at times it's so fucking endearing. "what did i do?" you ask baffled, hands thrown up in defence. the menace he can be at times he just shoots you another side eye before pulling you closer. but don't think you'll get an answer, his mind works in mysterious ways....
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ can only purr when he gets too sleepy :((
the thought of this genuinely has me tweaking out. you know when you get too tired and words turn into hums? this is him, but with purring. his head is on your chest, arms loosely around your ways, legs tangled with yours. you were just telling him about your day, nothing out of the ordinary and you knew he was tired, but this sweetheart insists on hearing all about your day. "– so i was just standing there, can you believe it?...ki?" soft vibrations make your upper body tingle. "you wanna go sleep, sweet boy?" you whisper softly but he gives you a more firm, disapproving purr. "alright alright, i'll continue." another, more soft and content purr from him. as always, your hands brush through his hair, earning a constant wave of purrs, which you notice to become more and more slower by the minute. you stop your sentence mid way, continuing to play with his blonde strands of hair. ever so softly, he gives your waist a squeeze, just to let you know a tiny part of him is still awake, an attempt to show you he's listening (or at least trying to). "i'll tell you the rest over breakfast tomorrow." you murmur, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "i love you, ki." he might be too tired for words, but that doesn't stop him from purring the sound waves of an i love you back :c
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a teasing little shit and loves to bite down on your lips.
doesn't even have to be when you're kissing NO mfer just chomps down on your lips when he feels like it! it's another thing he does when he's feeling jealous over protective. you could be out in public, just chilling at a cafe when he moves over and bites down on your bottom lip. no explanation, nothing, just a smug smile on his face as he leans back again. "what was that for you?" you look at him, puzzled. "barista drew a heart on your cup and has been looking over here." he replies with a shrug. "riki she was probably just being nice. and she could be looking at you and not me." he firmly shakes his head. "nope, she was looking at you at all times, plus there's no heart on my cup see?" he counters, shoving his cup in your face. you can't help but smile at his theatrics, leaning over the desk to give him a quick peck on the lips, one that he tries to chase with a little whine. "nu-uh," you warn. "none of that in public mister." one would think he was just denied entry to heaven with the way he started sulking.
if you ever decide to do it back, it turns into a little competition. you've heard of tickle fights, now get ready for biting fights. you would be hiding behind a corner, jumping out when he passes but you just to bite down on his plush lips. this would obviously lead into a chase through your entire flat, with him catching you 99% of the time and throwing you down on the couch. his lips are all over you then, kissing, nipping and occasionally biting down. riki loves the way you giggle and squirm at the impact, big hands trying to hold you down but never too tightly, this is far too much fun.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ randomly starts purring songs (yes purring not humming)
it had been a peaceful afternoon, just the two of you lounging around, soft kisses exchanged while lying intertwined on the couch. you were making dinner, dancing around the stove to the record playing in the back. riki hovered around you, giving you the occasional spin to see the pretty smile form in your face. stirring the pot, he stood behind you, hands obviously around your waist, chin on your head, swaying you from side to side to the music. you softly started humming along to the song when you were joined by some deeper melodies, the vibration of his purring tickling the top of your head. "what's got you all giggly?" he questions, oblivious to what he had just been doing. "your purrs were tickling me." "huh?" poor boy had no idea he started doing it, blushing slightly at his unconscious trait. another giggle escapes you, "don't worry, i don't mind it. it's like we're singing a duet in our own way!" the pure beam that was your smile made him believe his heart just stopped for a second and he could only squeeze you tighter, propping his chin back on top of your head.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a big fan of the "just five more minutes" phrase because he knows you can't resist him.
it's not news that riki is very much into physical contact, this boy is the definition of velcro. separating from you in the morning is pure heartbreak for him, he's counting down the minutes until he can see you again :( so when your alarm rings in the morning, he's all grumpy whines, refusing to ease the iron grip he has on you. "ki, i have to get ready." you mumble, voice still heavy with sleep. "noooo." he mumbles back, rolling over so that he's on top of you. " 'm not letting you go, you're all mine." it's endearing, this huge man being all clingy. "of course i am," you answer. "but i still have to get ready for work baby." protesting purrs vibrate against your collarbones as he softly nips the skin. "ten more minutes." "five." "deal." his body instantly relaxes, acting like a weighted blanket. "we always do this in the mornings, why are do you argue with me?" he murmurs into your chest and you sigh. "i have no clue if i'm being honest." at that he chuckles, "you love me soooooo bad don't you?" without missing a beat you reply, "always." you could risk being late for work a few minutes, saying no to him was just not in the cards :,)
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this has been collecting dust in my drafts for ages........it's lowkey ass and i'm repeating myself but 😞😞
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─── in which you comfort your boyfriend, jake sim, after seeing him cry for the first time.
sim jaeyun x fem!reader ; wc: 0.8k.
my masterlist.
you had never seen jake sim cry.
in all the years you had been his girlfriend, he had always been like a giant puppy. his energy was abounding, and he was always smiling and making others laugh. of course, he knew when to be serious, but you had never seen him sad. that's why, when he came home from work that day, you knew something was off.
“jake?” you called from the kitchen when you heard the familiar jingle of his keys hitting the table.
“hey, baby,” his voice came as he rounded the corner. you looked up at him, a sad smile on his face.
“what's wrong?” you asked, rushing over to him and wrapping him in an embrace.
“just some stuff at work.”
“like what?” you traced slow circles on his back. “you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but i’ll listen if you do.”
“thanks, love,” he said nestling his forehead against your hair. “i just… i’ve been working on a project for months now, putting everything i have into it, and today my boss told me that the client withdrew, so i have to scrap everything i've been working on."
“oh, jake,” you murmured, running a hand through his soft hair. “i’m so, so sorry. i know how hard you've been working on that.”
“it's fine,” he said, pulling back and looking down at you. he forced a smile on his face. “it’ll be fine. another project will come along, and that one will be a great opportunity—i just know it.”
“babe, it's okay to be upset,” you told him, cupping his face with your hand as you stared up into his eyes. “this is a huge disappointment—nobody would be upset with you if you allowed yourself to feel your emotions.”
jake faltered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “i know,” he said shakily. “i'm just trying to be optimistic.”
“i know baby, i know,” you whispered, still gazing at him. you noticed that his eyes had become glassy from the words and tender touch that conveyed your unconditional love.
“i’m sorry,” he breathed, pressing his eyes closed as the tears spilled over his lashes and onto his cheeks.
“jake, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. you did nothing wrong.”
he attempted to hold his feelings back for as long as possible, but it didn't take long before the dam finally broke. jake’s breath hitched in his throat, and he grasped his chest with his hand as a strangled sound escaped his throat. he folded in on himself as his emotions overtook him, and you quickly placed a hand on his neck and pulled him into your shoulder.
“it's okay,” you murmured, your own eyes wet from seeing jake openly weep for the first time. “it's okay, baby. i’m here for you.”
his shoulders shook with each sob, and the broken sounds that left his mouth made your heart ache in a way you had never experienced. all you could do was be there for him as he finally allowed himself to break down from the disappointment of months of hard work being disregarded in a single afternoon.
“i d-don’t know why i-i’m crying,” jake sobbed. he buried his face deeper in your shoulder, squeezing you tightly as he continued to shake.
“because you're a human being, and you just experienced a massive disappointment,” you said, continuing to run your fingers up and down his back.
“i d-don't even know if it's th-that,” he whimpered. “i f-found out this morning and i was fine—i just can’t shake this f-feeling anymore. that's the scary part.”
suddenly, it made complete sense. you would never blame jake for being upset about something, but he was normally able to bounce back from every setback with a smile on his face. he had always forced himself to be fine, so you had never considered what would happen if he wasn't able to.
“you're allowed to not be okay,” you said, gently grabbing jake’s face and tilting it upwards so you could see him. his cheeks were splotchy, eyes swollen and rimmed with red.
“but i don't know how to not be okay.”
“you start like this,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “by admitting that you're not okay to someone who loves you and allowing them to be there for you.”
jake closed his eyes and nodded, still weeping softly as you used your thumbs to wipe the warm tears from his cheeks. “thank you.”
“of course,” you murmured, pulling him into another hug. “i love you so much, jake. i’m always here for you, rain or shine. nothing will ever make me leave you—i promise.”
at these words, jake squeezed you tightly and cried even harder.
in which your ex boyfriend who also happens to be your next door neighbor comes home to see you sleeping on the floor in front of your apartment door and obviously has no choice but to take care of you. After all, he is still in love with you.
park jongseong x fem! reader
content warnings: smut , mentions of drinking , jay being a workaholic , unprotected sex (not while she's drunk btw!) , fingering, pussy eating, just know hes hungryy, they are down bad for each other, he calls her baby because hes sexy , teasing , hes hot and he knows it , let me know if i missed anything !
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requested by this anon: <3
just wanted to say happy birthday dada
The good thing about living right next to your boyfriend, like literally the next door over, was that it was convenient.
You met Jay a few days after you had moved in, of course it had been when you declared there was no reason to put effort into your appearance, after all this was going to be your new home.
“What do you mean you can’t put it together?” He had heard as he was leaving his apartment, “Ma’am, the order was just for us to deliver it.” You scoff, “Well how the hell am I supposed to put it together myself!”
“There should have been an option to request for it to be built, maybe if you looked a little closer.” Oh this fucker has some nerve.
“Do I need to fucking pay extra, is that what it is?” You ask, getting out your wallet, “We can’t help build it unless it was previously mentioned in your order, now if you’ll excuse me, I also have a job to get back to.”
“You—“ and in that moment, his voice cut through your train of thought “Is everything good here?” You pause mid sentence, meeting eyes with him. Sharp, cutting voice—even sharper jawline, standing in your doorway.
“I— Hi.” You say, looking down at your outfit, immediately regretting not putting effort into it. I mean hell— this guy was in a full on suit.
“Hi,” He says through a chuckle, the man who brought in your new—unbuilt couch now looking between the two of you with an annoyed expression.
“My job is done here,” He says walking towards your door, “And next time, might I suggest actually reading the website.” You resist the urge to drag him back, but you’ve probably already made quite the impression already.
“Asshole.” You whisper as he leaves, The man in your doorway tilts his head, “You’re Y/n right?” You meet his eyes again, “Yeah.. how did you know that?” He nods, “I live right next door, the landlord was telling me about you.” You raise a brow at that, “I hope it was only good things,”
“He said you were a pretty girl and I have to admit, he's right.” You look down at the large box in front of you to hide your blush, because why are the words of a stranger having this affect on you–a very hot stranger at that.
“Whats your name?” You ask, looking up at him.
“Park Jongseong, but you can call me Jay.” You repeat the name outloud, testing it on your tongue. He gives you a look before going to remove his blazer
“What are you doing–” You ask, suddenly reminded of the fact that this is a stranger–whether or not he is totally attractive.
He sets it on one of the cardboard boxes near your door, rolling the sleeves of his white button up to his forearms–since when did you find forearms attractive anyway—
“Helping you build your couch.” He says plainly, picking up a random pair of scissors and kneeling down to open the box for you, “Don’t you have somewhere to be..?”
He looks up at you and you make an excuse to grab something before you make a stupid move.
“I’d rather help you though,” He replies, opening the box, you remember just nodding, purely out of nervousness.
And that's exactly what he did, it didn’t just stop at the couch, no– he helped with your bedframe, your shelving, to the point where you would purposely request for the items to dropped off instead of built.
And he didn’t mind at all, because yeah you were pretty, but you were also funny and he liked spending time with you– and Park Jonseong doesn’t “enjoy spending time with people”. And when he did ask you out, you couldn't refuse that.
So yeah, living next to your boyfriend was great–until it wasn't, until Park Jongseong was no longer your boyfriend– but your ex.
It’s not like he cheated on you or vice versa–it just..doesn’t work. Schedule wise, work especially.
God– he works 24/7, you would have thought living next to him would've made it easier to see each other but it was quite the opposite.
You were pissed, tired of the constant “I'm sorry baby, I'm working late again I can’t make it.” Which yeah, he's a hard worker but come on! It was literally valentines day and he was talking about some big date he had planned the day before!
Does a part of you miss him, yes–especially since he's on the other side of your living room wall. Living his perfect life, with his perfect hair, perfect job. The whole “People move for me” attitude.
Why are you such an idiot, seriously. He was literally perfect– and the sex, no toy could ever compare to that absolute monster in his pants.
Of course he’d have the perfect cock on top of all that. And so what if you missed him! Yeah it might have been obvious, at least to your friends, but it’s not like he gave a shit anyway.
You pull out your phone, fumbling over the face ID feature before swiping into your group chat to text them you did in fact make it home safe.
“Fuck–” You hiss dropping the phone on the floor due to your clammy hands.
How much did you fucking drink?
You lean down to pick up the phone and fail miserably, instead of getting up, you settle for leaning against your door, typing a quick “home” before swiping out of the app–
But since when did your door become so supportive..who knew hardwoods could be this comfortable too..
To say Jay was exhausted was an understatement– “Yeah, I was the last one there again, but I don’t know maybe it's better I am.” He says on the phone, leaning against the elevator wall.
“All you do is work now– like way more than you used to when you were with Y/n.” Jake says over the loud music in the background of whatever club he’s at.
“Can we not talk about her?” Jay groans, running a hand through his hair–which was styled to perfection earlier. “Im just saying man, maybe she was right– you need to cut down on it...”
Jay pauses as soon as he sees you, leaning against your door, head resting on the frame, legs awkwardly in front of you. Are you sleeping?
“..Hello?” Jake says, “Yeah– right, I’ll call you back.” He doesn’t wait to hear the protest of his friend before hanging up and shoving his phone in his pocket.
He walks over to you cautiously, “Y/n?” He whispers, when you don’t respond, he nudges your leg with his foot.
That draws a sound from you. You’re absolutely wasted. He crouches down to your level, “Y/n, you need to get up–” You open your eyes, and they widen when you see who’s in front of you.
“Jay–” You breathe out, eyes falling to his lips for a moment.
“Yes, it’s me.” He says, trying not to look down your very low cut shirt, “You wanna tell me why you’re on the floor outside of your apartment at midnight?” He asks, tsking.
“I went clubbing. Andddd–” He sighs at the way you drag your words out, “I drank.. With my friends..”
“And, where are these friends now?” He asks, tone laced with concern.
“At the club–duh? That’s what I just said.” He runs a hand through his hair and you smile at it.
“What?” He tilts his head curiously, You reach your hand up, ruffling the soft strands so they fall into his face more, “I like it when your hairs down.” He can’t help the way his skin heats up at that– let alone the touch,
“How much did you drink?” You roll your eyes, “A teeny tiny bit.” You say, using your index and thumb to exaggerate.
“Right, y’know you have a low tolerance Y/n.” You can’t help but roll your eyes again, “I’m not in the mood for one of your lectures, Park.”
“What did we say about your eye rolls?” You swallow, a smirk etching its way on your face,
“What are you gonna do about it? We’re not together anymore.” You remind him, a smug look on your face. “You think I don’t know that?”
“You can’t tell me what to do..” You say in a singing tone, he sighs
"Where's your keys Y/n?” You hum in response, trying to recall where you put them. “Come on, think.” If this was anyone else, he’d be extremely irritated, but it’s you.
You look down at yourself, around the floor–eyes ultimately landing on your top. He raises a brow, “What?” his eyes falling to your top as well, trying to look at anything except your cleavage. “I always put it in my bra.” You shrug, leaning your head back against the door, He swallows–visibly.
“You’re going to kill me.” He says, pulling down your top–thankful no one else is in the hallway at this moment. He swiftly gets the key, attempting to keep things respectful, and you can’t help the sound that leaves your lips at the loss of his touch. He shakes his head with a knowing smile on his face before standing up to unlock your door.
“Come on, up,” He says, leaning down to pick you up bridal style, you let out a sound close to a high pitched yell as he kicks the door shut behind him,
“I can’t believe this is how I'm spending my Friday night.” He mutters, walking to your bedroom with ease–after all he’s the one who helped you move most of the stuff around here anyways.
“So why are you then?” you ask, words slurred. He chuckles, placing you down gently on the bed as if you weigh nothing–a part of you can’t help the heat that rushes through you at the familiarity of him here.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you out there.” He says bluntly, getting on his knees, you close your legs a little too quickly and he looks up at you smugly, “Relax,” he says before unzipping your boots for you.
“Don’t act like you care,” You say through a dry laugh. He looks up at you before standing up, “I do care?” You shake your head in disbelief, “Y/n, what makes you think I don’t care about you?”
“Maybe because you didn’t even try to fight for our relationship?” His face switches immediately, “Baby–you made it clear you were done with my shit so I just thought–”
“No Jay! I wanted you to fight for it– I wanted you to care, I wanted to be your priority.” You say, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
“Fuck– Y/n, I care– I care so much about you, probably too much considering we aren’t together anymore.” He sits down next to you, “I just– I figured it would be better for you.” He admits
“I miss you– I really do, even though you’re quite literally right down the hall from me, it feels like you’re so far away.” His hand comes up, wiping away the tears that you didn’t even know fell.
“I don’t want to be far away Jay– I just..” You shut your eyes for a moment, “It’s okay baby, you don’t have to say anything right now, I just want you to get some rest okay?”
You nod, curling on top of your sheets, he moves to stand up but stops when you grasp onto his hand, “Stay,” He bites his lip in thought, “Y/n– you’re drunk right now I–”
“I just want you here with me Jay, please.” He shuts his eyes for a moment before kicking off his shoes and lying down next to you, immediately you curl into him–like this is where you’re meant to be.
“You gonna remember all this in the morning, pretty?” He asks, you nod against his chest, already feeling drowsy, He chuckles, “Yeah, you better..”
The next morning
You woke up to an empty bed, the only trace of Jay being the lingering smell of his cologne. You don’t even have time to think before checking your phone, a feeling of relief washing over you at the message on your screen.
Jay: No I didn’t leave, yes I'll be back. Grabbing you a little something real quick, wash up, okay?
You stand up, typing out a quick reply,
You: Is it what I think it is??
Jay: You’ll see baby
God, it’s messages–yet why does it feel like he's actually talking to you right now. You more than happily turn on the shower, getting ready to wash off the events of last night.
After your very long shower, at least that's what it felt like, you throw on a comfortable outfit, because once again–this is your home. And so what if you specifically chose something you know Jay loves.
You don’t know why your heartbeat picks up when you hear the front door of your apartment open–okay that's a lie, it's because of the fact that it's him out of all people.
His head lifts in surprise as you walk out of your bedroom, eyes falling carefully to your body for a second too long before focusing back on getting the food from the bag he sets on the counter.
“Was gonna join you,” He says calmly, okay maybe you should have taken longer
“Yeah?” You ask, closing the distance between the two of you. “Like how we used to after we had sex back then?” His cock throbs in his pants, an effect you seem to have on him.
“I take it, you remember last night then,” He chuckles, “Mhm, I don’t regret anything I said.” You mutter, watching as he opens the box that contains your favorite breakfast.
“Good, because I don’t either.” He says confidently, attention abandoning the food before him.
You hum in response, your nails teasingly running along the buttons of his shirt. “Quit teasing,” He breathes, placing a causal hand at your waist,
“Why?” You ask innocently, he hisses when your hand traces over the waistband of his pants, “Because it turns me on–way too fucking much,”
He whispers, his own hand trailing lower, subtly cupping your ass in his hand, “Are you gonna let me kiss you?” He asks, lips ghosting over yours, You nod a little too fast and that's all the confirmation he needs.
The thing about Jay is that he moves with efficiency, he knows what he wants–and he knows exactly how to get it.
You bite your lip in anticipation when he kisses his way down your neck, back arching off the bed as his hand slips beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers making contact with the wetness between your legs.
“F-fuck Jay..” You bite your lip, he looks up, watching your reactions, recalling what used to make you fall apart.
“You’re so wet–” He notes outloud, his middle finger circling your clit–spreading the wetness.
“Jay– I need you.. Please.” You bite back a loud moan when his middle finger dips in your entrance, he hisses at the way you tighten around him immediately, your pussy clenching and unclenching
“You’re so fucking tight baby– this pussy’s practically begging for me.” He says through a laugh, a moan leaves your lips instead of a smart remark and that makes his smirk even wider.
His lips ghost over the thin fabric of your tank top, teasing your nipples in a torturous way. “A-and you said I'm teasing..” his teeth graze your nipple through the fabric and your legs attempt to close around his arm.
“I’m not rushing y/n, I don’t think you know how long I've been wanting to do this again.” He whispers, pulling his finger out. You whimper at the loss, quickly squirming up to prop yourself on your elbows as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts.
He gives you a look before sliding off the bed, his knees hitting the plush carpet. You could actually come from the sight of him like this, for you.
You nod and he doesn’t waste any time, removing your shorts and underwear in one go. He groans at the sight before him, spreading your legs even wider–and then his lips are on you.
Jay likes control, he likes knowing what's going to happen next, but the way he sloppily makes out with your pussy is clashing with that idea.
Because he’s never eaten you out like this. “Fuck..mmm” His voice vibrating agaisnt you. “Ive missed this..sooo fucking much–” He works your clit with extra prescision, taking it in his mouth, sucking– tongue flicking.
You give up on trying to hold yourself upright, your hands settling in his hair, pulling on the strands every time his tongue teases your entrance. “Jay–fuck..” You nearly yell, pulling him even closer to you, if that's possible.
He hums against you, completely lost, his sharp nose bumping your clit repeatedly, “I can’t.. S-slow down..” He laughs– actually laughs, shaking his head, mouth still attached to you.
“Want you to come on my face, come on baby– this is what you wanted right?” He says in that smug tone, “Say my name too,” He adds, voice muffled.
Your hips buck against him, fuck he knows exactly what hes doing when his middle finger finds its way back into you, curling just right.
Your back arches off the bed as you come, with his name on your tongue, soaking the bottom half of his face and the sheets below you–he laps it up, uncaring of the mess which is out of the ordinary for Jay, but then again being around you tends to rewire his thought process completely.
His tongue offers small kitten licks to your clit as you come down from your high, every touch making your body twitch,
“I– fuck, Jay..” You breathe, he smirks lazily, standing up. “What, pretty? No smart comments for me?” You don’t know if you want to slap him–or suck his dick till he can’t take it anymore. Definitely the second option.
He's quick in the way he unbuttons his shirt, tossing it on the ground. He likes you watching, admiring him.
His pants are next, you try to sit up but he gives you a look as his palm rubs over the hard length of him through his boxers. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, climbing on the bed with you, settling in between your spread legs, eyes locked on your pussy– fucking dripping.
“You don’t want me to..” You look down at his cock, He chuckles, “Oh I definitely want you to, but I wanna be inside that pretty pussy more.” He says, squeezing the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
You tug at the waistband of his boxers eagerly, and he complies immediately, finally– and you definitely forgot how big he was.
He watches your face, bringing his hand up to stroke it once– twice, spreading the pearly pre-cum across his aching red tip. “What? Missed it?” He asks, lining himself up with your entrance. “Shut up..”
He doesn’t give you time to say anything else that you might regret before pushing in, your slippery walls enveloping him completely–
“Baby– you’re so tight,” He says through a groan, you let out a high pitched sound in return. He pulls out half way before thrusting back into you–setting a rhythm, even if his hips are staggering as he tries to stay in control.
Your hands come up to his back, rubbing small circles, “Jay..” You whisper, he groans, trying his best not to blow his load right now, “You don’t have to try and hold yourself back y’know?” You say, this time, he looks up at you–his cock fully inside, your pussy pulsing around him eagerly, “Are–are you sure?” He asks, you nod.
His lips are on your neck, sucking– which is definitely going to leave a mark, his hand comes down spreading your thighs farther apart, allowing him to hit even deeper,
His thrusts grow less controlled each time, he looks like a mess, bangs covering his forehead–sticking due to the sweat, his toned chest glistening under the morning light casting in from your curtains,
“Im gonna come again– Jay..” You cry out, hand cupping the back of his neck, he leans down pressing his lips against yours, you two swallow eachother moans as he drags his thrusts out, fucking into you deeper–making sure he hits that spot that always makes you fall apart every time.
He can’t help but come with the way your pussy squeezes him, practically begging for him to fill you up–He grips your thighs tighter as his warmth spills inside of you, your arousal stimulating him even more, the warmth of you milking him dry.
“I don’t want this to be the last y/n..” He breathes, cock still buried deep inside of you. “Who said it was the last, Park?” You say, out of breath.
His head lifts, searching your face, “I want to ask you– but I want to take you on a real date, you’ll let me do that for you?” He asks, pulling out less than an inch, just to slowly push back into you, the sound that leaves your lips making it worth it.
“Yes– fuck, I’ll let you Jay..” He smirks proudly, inching himself out slowly, both of you hissing at the sensetivity.
“Good,” He says, leaning back to watch the way his come drips out of you, “Are you still hungry?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee,
“Starving,” you admit through a small laugh, “Mmm, me too.” He says, kneeling back down between your legs, you lift yourself up with your arms, confusion etched on your face
“What are you doing–” He looks up at you from between your legs, “Eating?” He says like it's obvious, “Jay– I swear,” He doesn’t let you finish your sentence before his lips are on you again– cleaning the mess you both made eagerly, because after all the only hunger he has right now is for you.
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Happy birthday jay, im covered in frosting and waiting for you
sorry if this is lowkey rushed, i wanted to write something for dadas birthday
!! synopsis: you come home after a long exhausting shift, and your hybrid boyfriend jake is already on his knees whining like he hasn't seen you in weeks. he doesn't ask. he just pulls your hips closer and buries his face between your thighs because he needs you that bad.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub jake (hes absolutely whipped), soft dom reader, oral (f receiving), pet names, piv, unprotected sex kinda, pussy drunk jake begging and whining and some more begging
!! wc: 2k
!! a/n: title was inspired by someone iykyk gulp anyways never wrote hybrid plot thingy and there is not much in it but yeah i tried this lowkey nasty and js yearner jake needing that cookie shoutout to @kekekyu for the rec
Tonight, you come home from work late, stressed and stupid tired. The kind of tired that makes everything feel far away and too close at the same time.
You kick off your shoes. Drop your bag by the door. You're halfway to the bedroom when you realize Jake is already there sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting.
He's not wearing a shirt. His sweatpants hang low on his hips. His ears are forward, alert, tracking your every movement. And his eyes are already dark.
"You're late," he says.
"Work ran over."
"You're not eating enough."
"I had lunch."
"You had a protein bar at 2 PM. That's not lunch."
You sigh, too tired to argue. "Jake, I'm really not in the mood for-"
He stands up. You stop talking.
He crosses the room in three strides. Doesn't stop until he's chest to chest with you, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to look at him. Close enough to smell him cedar and sweat and something darker underneath, something that makes your stomach flip.
"You're not in the mood for what?" he asks quietly.
His hand comes up. His knuckles brush your jaw.
"To fight," you manage.
"I don't want to fight." His thumb traces your lower lip. "I want to take care of you. But you won't let me unless I make you."
"Make me?"
He tilts his head. That small, predatory motion you've learned to recognize. "Yeah."
And then he drops to his knees.
Your breath catches. He's done this before gone down on you a hundred times, a thousand. But never like this. Never with that look in his eyes, like he's already gone, like he's been thinking about this all day and he's about to come apart before he even touches you.
"Jake what are you-"
"Shut up."
His hands slide up your calves. Your knees. Your thighs. He pushes your skirt up around your hips and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties.
"I've been thinking about this since you left this morning," he says, pulling them down. "Couldn't focus. Couldn't eat. Just kept smelling you on the pillow and losing my mind."
"You're being dramatic."
"I came twice in the shower thinking about doing this."
Your mouth falls open. "You what?"
He doesn't answer. He's too busy looking at you specifically at the wet spot already soaking through your panties, at the way your thighs are shaking even though he hasn't done anything yet.
"Jesus," he breathes. "You're already soaked."
"You're the one who came twice in the-"
He buries his face between your legs.
Not slowly. Not teasing. He just dives in like he's starving, his tongue flat against you, his nose pressing into your clit, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you know there will be bruises tomorrow.
You gasp. Your hands fly to his hair. He moans, the vibration shooting straight through you and his hips jerk against nothing.
He's humping the air like a dog in heat. You can see it from here, the way his sweatpants are tented, the way he's grinding down against nothing because he can't help himself. He hasn't even touched his own cock and he's already thrusting into empty air like he's fucking something.
"Jake, hmm your mm-"
"Don't care." His mouth is muffled against you. "Don't fucking care. Just need to taste you. Need you to cum on my face. Need it so bad I can't think."
He licks into you like he's trying to drink you. His tongue curls, presses, flicks. He finds your clit and sucks gentle at first, then harder, then so hard you see start to see stars.
Your knees buckle. He catches you, holds you up but doesn't stop.
"Please," he whimpers against you.
Jake doesn't whimper. Jake growls. Jake commands. But right now, on his knees with your thighs around his ears, he's whimpering like a puppy.
"Please what?" you gasp.
"Please cum. Please. I need to feel it. I need you to-" His hips buck again, harder this time. A wet spot is spreading through his sweatpants. "I'm so close and you haven't even touched me and I can't- I can't hold it-"
"You're going to cum untouched?"
"I'm so fucked, this is all your fault. I keep thinking about this. Please. Please please please-"
He's begging without even knowing what exactly he's begging for. His nose is running. His eyes are wet. He looks wrecked and he's barely started.
You tug at his hair. He moans, high and desperate, and his whole body shudders.
"Then cum," you say. "Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel."
"Baby call me a- mm fuck please say it need it-."
"Say what?" You tease
"Fuck don't be like that- please tell me I'm a good- I'm a good-."
"You're my good pup." You finish for him.
He whines. He moans. He sobs. And then he cums.
You watch it happen. His eyes roll back. His mouth goes slack against you. His hips stutter into the air once, twice, three times and then his whole body locks up, every muscle going tight at once, and you feel his cock twitching inside his sweatpants, pulsing, spilling.
He's cumming untouched. For the third time today. Just from the thought of you and eating you out.
His moan is broken. Pathetic. Yet so perfect.
He doesn't stop.
Even as he's shaking through the aftershocks, his tongue keeps moving. Keeps licking. Keeps sucking. He's drunk on you, high on your taste, and nothing not even his own orgasm is going to pull him away.
"Fuck," you breathe. "Jake. Jake, that's-"
He doubles down.
His hands leave your thighs and wrap around your ass, pulling you closer, grinding your cunt against his face like he's trying to crawl inside you. His nose keeps bumping against your clit with every thrust of his tongue. He's messy no pattern, no rhythm, just desperate, sloppy need.
You cum with a shout. Your whole body gives out. He drinks every drop, moaning like it's the best thing he's ever tasted, and his hips jerk again dry this time, nothing left, but he keeps thrusting anyway.
When you finally stop shaking, he pulls back just enough to look up at you.
His face is wrecked. Chin wet. Nose wet. Eyes blown so wide and chest heaving. There's a dark patch on his sweatpants, spreading from his crotch down his thigh.
"Again," he says.
"What?"
"Again." He's already lowering his mouth back to you. "I can still taste you. Need more. Need you to cum again. Please. I'll be good. I'll be so good. Just let me-"
"Jake, you just came in your pants."
"So?"
He says it like it's irrelevant. Like his own pleasure doesn't matter. Like the only thing that exists in this world is your cunt and his mouth.
He licks up the inside of your thigh. Bites gently. Sucks a mark into the soft flesh.
"Please," he whispers against your skin. "One more time. Just one more. I'll beg. I'll do anything. I'll-"
You pull him up by his ears.
He whines loud and embarrassingly but he follows. You drag him to the bed and push him down onto his back. His sweatpants are soaked through. His cock is still half hard, twitching against his stomach, leaking the last few drops of his third orgasm.
"Take these off," you say.
He scrambles to obey. Nearly falls off the bed in a rush. Gets stuck with one leg in and one leg out and whimpers in frustration until you help him.
Then he's naked beneath you. His cock is flushed dark red, still wet, still twitching. His thighs are slick with his own cum. His eyes are blown out. His ears are pinned back.
And his eyes are begging.
"Please," he says. "Please, baby. Need you. Need to be inside you. I'll die. I'll actually die if you don't-"
"Roll over."
He blinks. "What?"
"On your stomach. Now."
He moves so fast he nearly falls off the bed again. Ends up on his belly, face pressed into the pillow, ass in the air like he's presenting.
You've never seen him like this. Never seen him so desperate, so obedient, so ready to take whatever you give him.
You straddle the backs of his thighs. He shudders.
"You want to be inside me?" you ask.
"Yes. God, yes. Please."
"You want to feel how wet you made me?"
"Pleasepleaseplease"
You reach between his legs and wrap your hand around his cock.
He screams.
Not a moan. Not a groan. A full throated scream, muffled by the pillow, his whole body arching off the bed. He's so sensitive, so overstimulated, so completely gone that the barest touch makes him see god.
"Shh," you say, stroking him once. Twice. He's dripping, slick with his own cum, and the sound is obscene. "I thought you wanted to be inside me."
"I do. I do. But if you keep touching me I'm going to cum again and I want- I need-"
"You need what?"
He turns his head just enough to look at you. His face is tear streaked. His lips are swollen from eating you out. And nose still glistening from your slick.
He looks completely destroyed. And he's never been more beautiful.
"I need to be inside you when I cum," he says, voice breaking. "Please. I want to feel you around me. I want to fill you up. I want to watch it drip out of you and then I want to lick it up and then I want to do it again and again and again until I can't anymore."
You stare at him.
"Jake."
"What?"
"You're disgusting."
"Fuck I know." He doesn't sound sorry. "Please."
"Flip over"
He flips over in no time and you hover over him to line him up. He's shaking so hard you have to use both hands. His cock presses against your entrance just the tip, just barely and he makes a sound like a dying animal.
"Look at me," you say.
He forces his eyes open.
You sink down.
He cums instantly.
No thrust. No movement. Just the heat of you, the tightness of you, the wet slide of you taking him in and he shatters.
His whole body weakens. His cock jerks inside you, pumping hot and thick, filling you before you've even taken him all the way. His mouth is open in a silent scream. His hands fist the sheets. His ears flatten completely against his head.
He's crying. Actual tears, streaming down his face, soaking the pillow.
And he's still cumming.
It keeps going. Pulse after pulse after pulse. You've never seen anything like it. He just keeps spilling, keeps shaking, keeps whimpering your name like a prayer.
When he finally stops, he goes limp. Completely limp. His face is pressed into the pillow. His breath comes in wet, hitching gasps.
You haven't moved. You're still only halfway down his cock.
"Jake."
No response.
"Jake."
He mumbles something into the pillow. You can't understand it.
You lift off him slowly. His cock slips out, soft now, and a rush of his cum follows dripping down your thighs, pooling on his lower back.
He doesn't move.
His eyes are glassy. His face is a mess of tears and drool and your slick. His lips are moving, forming words you can't hear.
You lean down.
"...love you," he's whispering. Over and over. "Love you love you love you. M'sorry. M'sorry I couldn't last. M'sorry I'm like this. Love you. Love you so much. Please don't leave. Please don't-"
"Jake."
He blinks up at you.
"I'm not going anywhere."
More tears spill down his cheeks. His arms come up weak, shaking and wrap around your waist. He pulls you down on top of him, not caring that you're both sticky, both soaked, both completely wrecked.
"You wreck me," he says into your hair. "You know that? You fucking wreck me."
"Thats good Jakey."
He laughs. It turns into a sob halfway through.
You stay like that for a long time. Him holding you, you holding him, his sitting on both of your skin. His breathing slowly evens out. His heart stops hammering against his ribs.
Eventually, he speaks.
"I meant what I said."
"About what?"
"About doing it again. And again. And again."
You lift your head. Look at him.
He looks wrecked. Ruined. Completely, utterly destroyed. And he's already getting hard again.
"Again?" you say.
His hips twitch against you. His cock presses against your thigh soft at first, then firmer, then fully hard in the span of a few seconds.
"Ughhh I told you," he says, voice rough. "You wreck me."
He rolls you onto your back. Settles between your thighs. Presses his forehead to yours.
"I'm going to be inside you for the rest of the night," he says quietly. "And when the sun comes up, I'm going to make you breakfast. And then I'm going to bend you over the kitchen counter and do it again."
"Hmm that's ambitious."
He kisses you. Soft. Tender. Completely at odds with the way his hips are already pressing against you, already seeking entrance.
"For you?" He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are still wet. His lips are still swollen. His ears are still pinned back, soft and submissive and so fucking endearing you want to bite them.
ㅤ18+ 2516 ꕤ lowkey soft but not sub sunghoon, reader is not a dom, he's so whiny n annoying, public sex kinda, doggy style, creampie, non proofread as usual.
💌 it's been a hot minute since i wrote smut :( i don't think this is good but whatever... and if you can't tell this is heavily inspired by malcolm todd's sweet boy!
the university’s grand hall glowed under huge, crystal chandeliers. the soft jazz hummed in the background while groups of students, alumni, lecturers, and honoured guests networked—after all, their futures depended on every handshake and greetings.
you were just like the others—in your element—smiling through conversations on internships, projects, and future opportunities. SUNGHOON had insisted on coming with you, looking unfairly good in his suit, hair slicked back, smelling so divinely delicious for the night.
he looked like he belonged on a cover but instead, he’s complaining in your ear.
“can we go home now?”
that’s the sixth time of the night. he leaned in from behind you, chin nearly resting on your shoulder after you chatted with your professor. his voice was low, warm breath tickling your neck. “it’s getting so late.”
you elbowed him gently without breaking eye contact from pouring yourself a drink, whispering back. “hoon, it’s only eight—behave.”
he didn’t.
ten minutes later, while you were mid–conversation about startups, his fingers found the edge of your waist, tugging lightly, pulling you a fraction closer to him. “this is so boring. can we go back?”
you shot him a look—half warning, half trying not to laugh it off. your fingers found his’, intertwining with it as you gently pried his hand off your waist. you ignored him, kept your smile polite and professional as you turned back to the guy before you.
“yeah, the mentorship program sounds really promising,” you continued shortly, as if sunghoon wasn’t sulking and shooting lasers behind your shoulder. he let out a quiet, exaggerated “ugh…” under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, one hand tucked in his pocket and the other still holding yours. every few seconds you could feel him shifting behind you, sighing, trying to telepathically annoy you into ending the conversation.
the business major finally nodded, smiling. “it was great talking to you. let’s connect on linkedin?”
“sure!” you replied, nodding and exchanging a quick handshake before he walked off toward another group.
the moment he was out of earshot, you spun around to face your very clingy plus–one. sunghoon gently but insistently pulled you away from the main hall before you could say anything—and you just let him guide you through the sea of suits and dresses until you reached a quieter side corridor.
“what’s up with you?” you asked, half–amused, half–exasperated—free hand landing on your hip.
sunghoon didn’t even try to hide the pout. his eyes met yours, lips pressed into a dramatic line.
“what’s up with me?” he repeated, voice soft but whiny. “baby, we’ve been here since five—you don’t think it’s time to give up now?” he stepped closer, fingers brushing your wrist this time, tracing small circles like he couldn’t help but to touch you.
the motion sent a familiar warmth up your arm, making it annoyingly hard to stay annoyed with him.
“hoonie…” you started, but he was already leaning in, forehead almost resting against yours.
“come on,” he murmured, voice dropping lower, sweeter. “let’s just leave. i’ve been good all night… mostly.”
before you could answer, his lips brushed yours—soft at first, testing, then deeper when you didn’t tell him to stop. the kiss was slow and a little desperate, like he’d been (and indeed, he’d been) holding back for hours. his free hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“hngh—” you melted right into it, one hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under the suit jacket. sunghoon made a quiet sound against your mouth—something between a sigh and a whine—before tilting his head to kiss you harder.
his fingers on your waist tightened, then they slowly wandered lower—groping the curve of your hip with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.
your boyfriend broke the kiss for a second, only to trail his lips along your jaw. “you feel so good in this dress… but i’d rather feel you without all these people around.”
his hand gave another gentle squeeze at your hip, thumb brushing the side of your thigh. you could taste the faint sweetness of the drink he’d had earlier on his tongue when he kissed you again, deeper this time, body pressing you back lightly against the cool marble pillar.
“hoonie, i need to—” you gasped when his fingers grazed the side of your breast, warm and teasing. sunghoon hummed against your lips, but didn’t pull away. instead, he let his palm slide higher, cupping the curve of your breast.
“you need to what?” he murmured, voice needy, teasy, and sweet all at once, lips trailing to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. “network? smiling to other guys? or do you need me to stop touching you like this?”
of course not the last one.
he kissed you again, tongue slipping past your lips with that lazy confidence that made your knees weak—while his thumb continued those circling strokes over your tit, not giving you too much.
you felt dizzy—the distant hum of the party, the cool stone against your bare back, and the heat of your boyfriend’s body crowding you in the secluded corner all mixing together. his mouth moved back to your neck, pressing open–mouthed kisses along your skin.
“what’s wrong with—hngh—you?” you managed, breath catching when his teeth grazed a sensitive spot. your hands fisted the front of his suit jacket, trying to ground yourself. “you wanna go home so badly… but you’re doing all this.”
sunghoon pulled back just enough to look up to you. his lips glistened with saliva, and his eyes darkened with want. a slow, mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “yeah,” he whispered, hand giving your breast another squeeze.
“so we can go home and i can do more. on the bed, on the couch—wherever you want. wherever we want.”
you stared at him for a second, heart hammering, the ache, heat, and wetness between your legs growing impossible to ignore. the way he was looking at you—pouty, needy, and so unfairly hot—flipped something in your brain.
“well…” you breathed, a playful little smile curving your lips, “now i don’t wanna go home.”
sunghoon blinked, confusion cutting through the haze in his eyes. “what…?”
before he could process it, you pushed off the pillar, reversing the positions. your hands slid up his chest, shoving him back until his shoulders hit the cool marble. he let out a surprised little sound that quickly turned into a low groan when you pressed your body flush against his.
you rose onto your tiptoes, one had tangling in the back of his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head down as you kissed him hard—teeth clashing, tongue twining. he was hard, painfully twitching with each time your hips brushed his crotch.
his breath hitched sharply against your mouth. “baby—fuck—”
you nipped at his bottom lip, then kissed him deeper, grinding your hips against his just enough to make him curse again under his breath. your fingers tightened in his hair as you whispered against his lips,
“if you’re gonna bother me all night… then bother me here.”
for a second, sunghoon froze—eyes widening like he couldn’t believe what you just said. then his expression shifted—that pretty, hopeful pout turning into something more annoyed; a mix of frustration and heat because you were still refusing to leave.
het let out a low scoff.
“you’re really doing this right now?” he muttered, clicking his tongue. “fine.”
before you could tease him more—unbuttoning that first few buttons of his shirt or play with the hem of his slacks—your boyfriend flipped the script once again, only this time your back was facing him.
sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist and spun you around so your front pressed against the cool marble, back flush to his chest. your gasped, palms flattening against the stone to steady yourself.
he crowded in instantly, one arm around your waist to pull your hips back against him while his other hand braced beside your head on the pillar. the promise ring around his finger glistened beneath the crystal light. his lips found the back of your neck, hot and demanding, as he rolled his hips forward, grinding his growing cock against your ass.
“don’t wanna go home, huh?” he breathed right against your ear in that whiny annoyance. he gave another firm grind and you felt exactly how hard he was through his pants. “then take it here, baby. since you’re so fuckin’ stubborn.”
“uh huh,” you bit your bottom lip as he groped your hip. it’s not that you didn’t wanna go home—you did,—but seeing sunghoon so visibly annoyed, cheeks flushed, jaw tight, was making the heat pool low in your tummy.
you let out a soft, teasing laugh, barely above a whisper. “aw, getting worked up just because i won’t leave yet? you’re so cute.”
sunghoon made an irritated sound in the back of his throat. “cute?” he pressed closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “i’ll show you cute.”
without warning, his hands moved quickly. he bunched up the fabric of your dress, hiking it up around your waist in messy handfuls until the cool air hit the bare skin of your thighs and ass. the pillar felt colder now against your front as he shoved one of his knees between your legs, spreading them just enough.
he groaned softly at the sight before him, one palm sliding over the curve of your ass before gripping it. “fuck… look at you,” he muttered, voice dropping lower. his hips rolled again, grinding his clothed cock right against your panties. “so wet.”
his hand kept your dress bunched up while the other quickly undid his belt and zipper. the sound of it felt way too loud in the quiet corridor, even with the distant party noise covering most of it. he shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself—hard and twitchy cock springing up hot against your ass.
he’s so fucking hard at a public formal event it’s crazy. sunghoon didn’t waste time teasing anymore. his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding himself as he rubbed the tip along your soaked folds, coating himself with your wetness.
“ugh, shit,” he hissed against your neck, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he pushed in slow—then sinking deeper until he almost bottomed out. his hips stilled to let you adjust, but the way your walls clenched around him made it hard to stay still. “so tight… fuck, feels so good.”
“hngh—hoonie,” you moaned softly, back aching sensually. the rolls of his hips pressed you harder into the marble pillar, merging. every thrust made your breath hitch, your palms sliding against the cool stone as you tried to hold back from moaning.
the risk made everything hotter—the possibility of footsteps, voices, someone turning the corner and seeing sunghoon burying his inches deep and fucking you doggy–style.
oh my gosh—won’t that ruin your job opportunities?
sunghoon seemed to feel it too. his pace quickened, one hand sliding around to cover your mouth gently when a moan slipped out too loud. “shh… quiet, baby,” he whispered, voice strained and whiny. “you wanted this here…”
he pulled you back onto him with every thrust, letting the angle hit deep against your cervix. the wet sound of skin meeting skin barely masked by the jazz from the main hall. he’s so deep, veins dragging along your velvety walls that gripped around his shaft like vice.
your boyfriend leaned over you, chest pressed to your back. his lips brushed your ear as he kept fucking you with desperate strokes. “don’t bother with networking, baby—aren’t you gonna be my pretty trophy wife?”
you could barely muster a reply—only a muffled whimper against his palm and a nod. sunghoon groaned softly, biting down on your shoulder to stifle his own sounds as he kept pounding into you, the thrill of getting caught making him thrust harder, faster—not to cum fast, but to see how long he could go on until someone came nearby.
“you feel so good like this,” he whispered. “all dressed up for those boring suits… but dripping for me in the corner.” sunghoon thrust his cock deeper at the thought of taking care of you.
another roll of his hips and his hand tightened over your mouth when your moan threatened to spill out loud. footsteps echoed somewhere down the hall—not close, but enough and around to make your heart race and your walls clench around him.
the two of you were so close it hurt, hips pushing back to meet every thrust. you were trembling at this point, knees threatened to give up and sunghoon could feel it—the way you fluttered and tightened, walls spasming around his wet cock.
“here’s the deal, pretty. if i cum first… we’re going straight home. and if you cum first… we’re still going straight home. either way, we’re leaving and continuing this at home. got it?”
you weren’t even listening properly anymore—eardrums too aware of footsteps and the wet, gummy, squelching sounds your pussy was making. all you could do was nod desperately, whimpering a broken; “yeah—mmhm, hngh, okay, okay—”
sunghoon let out a soft laugh that turned into groan as he picked up the pace again, chasing both of your highs now. “nice,” he breathed, thrusting deeper and harder. “then cum with me, baby… right here. let’s make a mess so i can do you properly all night.”
his hips stuttered, rhythm turning slopping as he got closer. you felt him swell inside you, thick and pulsing, and the coil in your belly finally snapped. the dam broke.
“fuck—shit, take it wifey, take it, take it, take it—”
you came hard—walls clamping down around his cock in pulses, a muffled cry vibrating against his palm. sunghoon followed right after, burying himself deep with one final, convincing thrust. he groaned low and long against your shoulder, canines digging into your skin as he spilled inside you.
you felt every twitch, every spurt as he filled you up.
for a few breathless seconds, you both stayed locked together—panting. when he finally out, a thick dribble of his cum connected from your entrance and his tip immediately leaked out of you and dripped onto the polished marble floor between your heels.
he swallowed the lump in his throat before reaching down, hooking his fingers into your soaked panties, tugged them down, and stuffed the lace into his suit pocket.
“souvenir,” he muttered, shrugging.
you almost fell limp if it wasn’t for sunghoon helping you smoothed your dress back down over your hips. trembling, thighs sticky, painfully aware that you were now bare and wet underneath the formal dress.
your boyfriend zipped himself up quickly, then turned you around to face him. he pressed one last messy kiss to your swollen lips before grabbing your hand.
“come on, trophy wife,” he giggled, squeezing your hand. “let’s go home.”
!! synopsis: you get jealous watching jake sweet talk his fans on live. he thinks you're mad at him, but then he realizes the truth, you want him to talk you through it. so he does.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom jake, sub reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), lots of jake sweet talking, lowkey js smut icl
!! wc: 3k
!! a/n: i physically cannot get this live out of my head i lit wrote this at midnight in like 2 hours with talk u through it by kwn blasting in my ears.
You knew it was stupid before you even felt it.
Jake was on live like he always was, like he loved to be leaning back in his chair with that lazy, pretty smile that made thousands of fans lose their minds in the chat. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. Glasses falling low on his nose causing him to keep pushing it back with one hand while he read comments out loud in that low, warm voice.
"Is the music too loud? You gotta tell me, you gotta communicate."
"Uh huh uh huh, you funny."
"How do you say it? you gotta tell me."
"It's gonna be a good tour so I want everybody here to come."
Your jaw clenched.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed, just out of frame, pretending to scroll through your phone. But you weren't reading a single word. All you could hear was him your Jake talking to fans in that soft, commanding tone.
Whatever it was.
He ended the stream twenty minutes later with a warm "Goodbye, I love you all " and a wink that made your stomach twist.
The room went quiet.
He spun in his chair, stretched his arms over his head, and finally looked at you. His smile was easy, unguarded. "You're quiet."
You shrugged. "Just tired."
Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up, crossed the room, and sat on the bed next to you. Close.
"Did I do something?" he asked softly.
"No."
"Liar."
You finally looked at him. His expression wasn't teasing yet. It was careful. Curious. Like he was genuinely trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
"You didn't do anything," you snapped. And meant it, kind of. He hadn't done anything. He was just him. And that was the problem.
Jake tilted his head. Then his lips twitched.
"Oh," he said slowly. A new light flickered in his eyes. "Oh."
"What?"
"You're jealous."
"I'm not"
"You are." His voice dropped. Not mean. Just certain. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers dragging lightly along your skin. "You've been sitting here frowning at your phone for twenty minutes because I was nice to my fans."
Your face went hot. "I wasn't frowning."
"You were pouting."
"I don't pout."
Jake laughed soft and low and leaned closer. His knee pressed against yours. "You're doing it right now."
You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because he was looking at you the way he looked at the camera, but more. Deeper. Hungrier.
"Baby," he said quietly. The word hit you differently now. Private. "You want me to talk you through it?"
Your breath caught.
There it was.
Your whole body went weak, like he'd pulled a string and everything inside you unraveled. Your phone slipped from your hand onto the bed.
Jake noticed. His smile turned slow. Knowing.
"Yeah," he whispered. "There you are."
"You're shaking," he said softly, not even a question.
You were. Your fingers trembled against your thighs, and you didn't know if it was adrenaline or nerves or the way he was looking at you so intently.
"I'm fine," you whispered.
You could smell his cologne clean, warm, a little smoky. He tilted his head, and one hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
"You're not fine," he said. "But you will be. Because I'm going to take good care of you, okay?"
Your breath caught. "And how are you going to do that?"
His smile was gentle. Almost sweet. But his eyes weren't.
"By giving you exactly what you need but before I do that you're going to give me what I want since you didn't want to admit you're jealous."
Before you know it you're on your knees in front of him, and you've never felt more exposed not because of what you're about to do, but because of the way he's looking at you. Jakes eyes are dark, half lidded, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. His hand comes down gently to cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
"Wait." His voice is quiet but firm. "Look at me first."
You do. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You're gonna tell me if it's too much, yeah? Just tap my leg. Twice. Can you do that for me?"
You nod again, and he smiles that slow, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip.
"Good girl. Now go ahead. Take it off."
Your fingers hook under the elastic. He lifts his hips just enough to help you, and you pull his sweats down slowly, then his boxers. He's already hard, and you hear him let out a soft breath when the air hits his skin.
"There you go," he murmurs. "That's it."
You wrap your hand around him first, just to feel the weight of it. He groans quietly, his head falling back against the wall for a second before he looks down at you again.
"Whenever you're ready, baby. No rush."
You lean in and lick a slow stripe from the base to the tip. His hand moves to your hair not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading through softly.
"Just like that," he says, his voice already rougher. "Warm me up first. Nice and slow."
You take the tip into your mouth and he inhales sharply.
"Oh- yeah. There ya go. That's it. Just a little at a time. You don't have to take it all."
His hands guides you gently, not forcing, just showing you the rhythm he likes. You sink down a little more causing your spit to drip down, he lets out a shaky laugh.
"Messy already, huh?" he says, thumb wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth. "You're doing so good. So fuckin' good."
You moan around him, and he feels it his thigh tenses next to your cheek.
"Fuck. Do that again."
You do. His grip in your hair tightens just slightly, not hard, just there.
"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you. "There you go. You're a natural, you know that?"
You pull off for a second to catch your breath, and a string of spit connects you to him. He looks down at it, then back at your face, and his expression goes soft and dark at the same time.
"Look at you. All messy for me." He cups your cheek. "You want to keep going?"
"Yes," you whisper.
"Yeah? You want me to talk you through it?"
"Please."
He grins. "Then get back here."
You take him in your mouth again, deeper this time, and his composure cracks just a little. A low groan escapes him, and his hips twitch forward before he catches himself.
"Easy," he breathes. "I got you. You're okay. Just- yeah, fuck right there. Stay right there for a second."
He holds you still, not deep throating, just letting you feel him pulse on your tongue. His thumb strokes your cheekbone.
"You feel that? That's you. You're doing that to me."
You look up at him with watery eyes, and something in his face breaks open.
"Holy fuck," he whispers. "You're so fucking pretty like this."
You start moving again, finding a rhythm, and he lets you lead for a while just his hand in your hair, his voice a constant stream above you.
"That's it. Good girl. Don't rush. Just take what you can."
Spit drips down your chin. You don't care. He doesn't either in fact, he watches it happen and groans.
"So messy. I love it. I love you like this."
His breathing gets heavier. His hips start moving in small, shallow thrusts not rough, just desperate.
"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm close. You want me to pull out?"
You shake your head as best you can with him in your mouth.
"Yeah? You want it?"
You moan yes.
"Okay. Okay, baby. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop- don't stop, you're almost there-"
His voice gets breathy and higher.
"I'm gonna- fuck, fuck right there you're so good "
He cums with a choked sound, his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you gently in place as he spills into your mouth.
"That's it. Take it. You did so good. So fuckin' good for me. I got you. I got you."
When he's done, he pulls you off slowly and immediately pushes his fingers in your mouth to make you show him you swallowed. His forehead presses against yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Fuck you're so perfect for me," he whispers, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "You okay?"
You nod, trembling.
He laughs softly. "Now come here. My turn."
He didn't rush.
That was the first thing you learned about Jake when the cameras were off. He didn't grab or tear or demand. He asked, but in a way that left no room for you to say no.
"Lay back for me," he said quietly.
You laid.
"Good fucking girl."
Those three words hit you somewhere deep, and he saw it. Of course he saw it. He saw everything.
His hands landed on your shoulders warm, solid, grounding. His mouth found your ear.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he murmured. "But you have to listen to me. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Say yes, Jake.'"
Your throat tightened. "Yes, Jake."
His hands slid down your arms slowly, like he was memorizing you. When he reached your wrists, he didn't grab them he just circled them with his fingers and held.
"I want you to feel everything," he said. "But I don't want you to think. Just feel. Just listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?"
"Fuck yes I can Jake."
"Good."
Then he kissed you.
It wasn't messy at first. It was slow, deliberate, his lips coaxing yours open like he had all the time in the world. One hand stayed on your wrist. The other slid into your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your head exactly where he wanted it.
When he pulled back, you almost whimpered.
"Shh," he breathed. "I've got you. I'm right here."
His thumb traced your cheekbone. "You feel so good already, and I've barely touched you. Do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me to go this slow?"
You shook your head, lost.
"I'll show you," he said. "But first take off your shirt."
Your hands moved before your brain caught up. The fabric slipped over your head, and suddenly you were standing in front of him in just your bra, and his gaze dropped like a physical weight.
"Gosh so beautiful," he said softly. "Now tell me. Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes."
"Say it all the way."
"I want you to keep going, Jake please."
His smile was warm, but his voice dropped lower. "Then look all pretty for me while you keep your eyes on me." "I'm going to give you what you deserve cause you've been so good to me," he said. "And every time you feel like you're getting lost, I want you to look at me and watch me talk you through it. Can you do that?"
You nodded.
"Cmon use your words, baby."
"Yes, Jake. I can do that."
"Good girl."
His hand moved first to your side just a slow drag of his fingers from your ribs down to your hip. Then back up. Then down again, lower each time, until his thumb brushed the waistband of your pants.
"You're already breathing so fast," he observed, like he was fascinated. "I love that. I love that I can do this to you without even trying."
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, just barely. Just enough to make your hips lift off the bed.
"Ah ah," he murmured. "Stay still. I'll give you what you need, but you have to let me lead. Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
"Perfect."
He pulled your pants down slowly, agonizingly slowly his knuckles grazing your thighs the whole way. When you were bare from the waist down, he just stopped and looked at you.
"You're so wet already," he said, and it wasn't teasing. It was reverent. "Goodness. You really do want this, don't you?"
You couldn't speak. You just nodded.
"I know," he said. "I know, baby. And I'm gonna make you feel so good."
He lowered himself until his mouth was right next to your ear.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside you now," he said, voice low and steady. "And I want you to tell me how it feels. Every single thing. Don't hold back. Can you do that?"
"Mhmm yes Jake yes."
"Then show me."
When his fingers finally touched you just a light, teasing press you gasped so loud you almost scared yourself.
"That's it," he said, circling slowly. "That's exactly it. Let me hear you."
He pushed one finger inside, and your back arched.
"Oh-"
"Yeah," he breathed. "Feel that? That's just the beginning. You're taking me so well already. So fucking good for me."
He added a second finger, and you grabbed his wrist not to stop him, just to hold onto something.
"I know," he said. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You're doing so good. Just breathe for me."
He started a rhythm slow, deep, curling his fingers on every pull back. And he kept talking. Kept guiding.
"Every time I do this," he said, pressing exactly where you needed him, "you squeeze around me. Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body knows what to do?"
"Yes- yes, Jake-"
"You're close already, aren't you?"
You couldn't lie. "Yes."
"Not yet," he said, and pulled his fingers out.
You almost cried.
"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed, kissing your forehead. "You gotta listen to me pretty and right now, I'm telling you you're not cumming until I'm inside you. You understand?"
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please, Jake- I need you-"
He smiled. That same gentle, devastating smile. "That's all you had to say."
He pulled off his own clothes in a way that should have been rushed but wasn't. Every movement was deliberate. When he was bare, he knelt between your legs and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking once, twice.
"Look at me," he said.
You looked.
"I'm going to go slow," he said. "But I'm not going to stop. If it's too much, you tell me yeah? I'll be right here through everything Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
He lined himself up, and then he pushed inside just an inch. Just enough to make you both gasp.
"Oh my god-"
"I know," he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "I know, baby. You feel- fuck- you feel so good. Better than I imagined. And I've imagined this a lot."
He pushed deeper, and your nails dug into his shoulders.
"That's it," he whispered. "Take all of me. You're doing so good. So fucking good for me."
When he was fully inside, he stopped. Just held there, letting you adjust, his breath hot and shaky against your cheek.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes- yes, please don't stop "
"I won't," he said. "I'm gonna move now. And I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away."
He started moving slow at first, then deeper, then faster in a way that was still controlled but just on the edge of messy. His hips snapped against yours, and the sound of it filled the room.
"You feel that?" he breathed. "That's me inside you. That's me taking care of you. You're not thinking about anything else right now, are you?"
You shook your head, barely able to speak.
"No," he said. "Because I've got you. I've got all of you. And you're so- god- you're so perfect like this all fucked out. Messy and loud and all mine."
His hand slid between your bodies and found you he pressed exactly where you needed him and you shattered.
"Let go for me baby," he commanded softly. "I've got you.
You did. You cum undone completely, crying out his name, and he followed right after burying his face in your neck and groaning low and long as he spilled inside you.
He didn't stop talking, even then.
"That's it," he murmured against your skin. "That's my good girl. You did so well. You took everything I gave you. I'm so proud of you."
Afterward, he didn't pull away.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand cradling the back of your head. Then he eased out slowly and gathered you against his chest.
"You okay?" he asked again.
You nodded against his shoulder, still trembling.
"Talk to me," he said softly. "I need to hear your voice."
"That was-" you started, then laughed weakly. "I can't even think."
He smiled and kissed your hair. "Good. That's what I wanted."
He pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tighter.
"You were so good for me," he said one more time. "And tomorrow, I'm gonna talk you through it all over again."
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ hi, me again 😭 the way my last post for this week was meant to be a won oneshot, only for @jaylaxies to feed me jake propoganda that i have been VERY susceptible to as of late, this a direct result. i've been pumping out a few posts this week, which i'm very proud of considering how much i missed writing and interacting with you all, but i have sentence myself to some academic writing for a bit so, in my absence, please enjoy those posts and this one too! much loveeeeee! <333
"I'm bruised and bloody," Jake pouts, looking at you with impossibly dazzling eyes. "I think I deserve some comfort."
"Well, I don't know considering you chose to do boxing," you muse, crowding his space with a growing smirk. He attempts some face of displeasure, fraying when a single finger glides down the middle of his chest, reaching its rightful destination. "But I can be convinced."
His hand eclipses yours, palm over the tent in his grey shorts with a drop darker than the rest of its material. "I'm not above begging."
"I never said you were," your eyebrow quirks. "Do that though."
"Pleaseee," the vowel stretches, his own eyebrows creased as his hand applies more pressure on yours, hips so desperate for friction he rolls them. "Pretty please. Fuck, you looked so pretty, walking in the ring like it was yours,"
"Every man had his eyes on you tonight, but never the satisfaction of taking you home," he goes on, eyes swimming in pleas. "They don't know what it takes,"
"And what does that entail?"
"Begging," he bites back a whimper, your hand giving his tip a reminding squeeze, lips paling. "Worshipping the ground you walk on because that's the very least of what you deserve."
Warmth blooms in your chest, his compliant words a syphmony in your ears. The non-occupied hand you have raises, fingers carding through his chestnut brown curls, giving his sculp a generous graze of your fingers just how he likes. His cock kicks in your hold, a whine cut short as your index finger ghosts over his ear, lying a stray strand there. "Look at how good I've trained you. Saying all the words I wanna hear."
"It's not me convincing you when I believe them to be true," his head leans into your hand, every part of you the base of his comfort. His eyes flicker up to you again, in the dim of nightfall, looking at you like you hold the secrets to the universe. "I mean every word. You're my everything, I win for you. For us."
With the moisture bunching his eyelashes, one jumps ship, descending down his cheek. It's intercepted by your tongue, licked away with a chuckle vibrating into his skin, his groan echoed in the back of your merriment. "How can I say no to you?"
You kiss his lips, soft but full of love, gaze falling to them afterwards before you kiss him again, too tempted. Indulged. "You gonna be good for me? Gonna come all over my hand?"
"I'll be so good for you, I'll lick your hand clean afterwards," he nods, sweetness brimmed in his tone, hips bucking.
"I could too, you know? Kiss you afterwards like we did last time. That was good, wasn't it?" you ask, pitching your voice lower. "Tasting each other."
"Fuck," he sounds as wrecked as he feels, dropping his head because he can't take it. The heat of the moment, the subtle pressure of your hand, thumb stroking, the heaviness of his clothing. He can't help but exhale, frayed at its end to which you kiss his cheek to, just to pacify him, nosing under his jawline. "I wanna, I want so fucking bad, you have no idea."
"I'm sure you can communicate better than that," you chuckle, shrugging off his hand to play with his shorts drawstrings. He keens at the phantom sensation. "Where's my please?
"Pleasseeee," he breathes, teeth gliding against your shoulder, searching for purchase. "I'm so hard for you. Everything you do drives me so crazy, I just─"
He collapses under his own want, grinding his canines into your skin he mumbles into. "I'll do anything you ask. Just please touch me."
His drawstring, rolled around your index finger, undoes, hand busying itself with pulling Jake out of his clothing. In a dulled moan, he helps you shovel his clothing out the way, staring hopelessly in his lap as you hold his length, thick and pulsing. Even looking at him hurts, so starved for your touch as his flushed tip beads with precome, leaking down himself enough to look like he's come already. You don't bother catching your smile, cooing with false sincerity as your grip tightens around him, thumb smearing precome against his slit, his hiss music to your ears.
"You're a mess, Jaeyunie," you comment, thumbpad moving in slow circles. His whimpers wobbles, lips pried from your skin to look between the two of you. "Does it really take that little to get you hard?'
His answer is immediate. "Yes."
"That makes this easier then," your hand leaves him, his lips jutted out in a pout as you hold your hand out. "Spit."
Obedience is all he knows, peering up at you with those pretty eyes, spitting in your hand that you reward him for by combining it with his precome, the mixture lathered down his length in friction he helplessly whines at. Keeping him at bay remains your main objective, slow drags of your hand up and over the veins lining his cock, hot and hard as you go up and down, unfastening the facet of his pouring moans.
"Feels so good," he croaks, fringe sticking to his forehead.
"This what you needed, baby?" you ask, enthused nods your answer. "Needed me to drain your balls. Let you know who's really in charge."
"Fuck, yes please," his breath picks up, hard lines of his abs quivering as his stomach caves in. "I'm yours. Tell me when to come and I'll come. I'll get to this time, right?"
"Oh baby, you're getting ahead of yourself," you laugh, free hand cupping his furnace hot cheek, glossed over eyes trying to find yours as the slick of your hand's work echoes against the cabinets of your defiled kitchen. "Just enjoy what you're given, yeah?"
"Mhm," he nods, teeth in his bottom lip before your thumb waits on them, his lips swallowing its top without a second thought.
The build-up between your thighs intensifies, cunt clenching around nothing as Jake hums into your skin, eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself in the firm pumps of your circled hand.
"So pretty for me," in the streaming moonlight, purple patches bloom across the expanse of his face, cuts and bruises in no way hindering how beautiful he looks in your eyes. "So happy to have your mouth filled. My greedy baby,"
"Want my fingers?" your hand tightens around his length, squeezing the answer out of him as he squeaks into your thumb. "Of course you do."
A dulled wet pop meshes with the mess of come drenching your other hand, thumb pulled out his lips for your two fingers to hover over your mouth, spat on before they're pushed into his mouth again. Bliss bursts across his face, more pupils than eyes as his mouth happily accepts your offering, tongue swirling around your digits. His eyes roll back at the taste, eyebrows creased with the vibration seeping through your skin. Gratification generates speed in your other hand, the circle of your hand around his length tightened as you continue to jerk him off, not missing the shameless bucks his hips do just to fuck your hand.
In his mouth, your finger travels further, watching closely as he takes what's given, left to suffer at the fate of your hands as he gags around your fingers. "Just the sound I wanted to hear."
"More," he croaks out, that glossy look overtaking his sight. A squelch sounds, spurts of precome dribbling down his large tip, hand covered in him. "Please, baby."
"Since you asked so nicely," you press onwards, his gag competing with the slather of his cock twitching in your hand, more so as tears brim his waterline, drenching his lashes. You press your thighs together to ease the tension. "You know you're your prettiest like this? Ruined for me?"
A wrecked moan attempts cutting off his gag, lips clamping down onto your fingers as he blinks away his tears, shimmers streaking down his face ─ over bruises, into patched up cuts.
You could devour him whole.
"Does it make you feel better beating up other men for me?" you ask, authority held in the low pitch of your voice. "Does it make you feel like a man?"
Your fingers relent, one last gag given before your command. "Speak."
He gasps for air, lashes bunched together as he blinks feverishly. "It makes me feel─fuck," he buckles, your hand slowed as it rests underneath his tip, thumb teasing his slit. "Useful. Wanna be useful for you, whatever you need ─ I wanna do for you."
Then he submits fully, head tilted with his best intentions as he looks up to you. "Because I'm your good boy, r-right?" something so pure shines in his eyes, lips trembling like his thighs. "Your best boy?"
"My only boy," you remark, sealing the deal in a kiss, capturing his mouth with all the possessiveness and hunger racing through you. "It's only you, Jake. Will only ever be you."
A stray tear escapes, a sob unleashed as your hand picks up its previous pace, bringing him closer to the edge. "You make me feel so good, touching me like─"
"I know your body better than you?"
The moan he lets out breaks, kiss abandoned to press his forehead into yours, lips forming various shapes at an attempt of words. "Know me so well. Know what I like, what can make me break."
"Not letting you come could really break you, Jake," your whisper carries a shadow of wickedness, the shakes of his head bringing a chest-burrowed chuckle out you. "But you're my winner, baby. Good boys always get to come."
Like a charm, your words catapult him so close to the finish line, a desperate breath blowing his desperate eyes wide before they crease in pleas. "Really? I get to come? Can I c─come?"
Moon crescents indent into the exposed sliver of his thighs, restraint braced in his tightened core as the moans pour out of his slack jaw, the burn of your arm only fuelling you to get him close. Laboured, your exhale comes out, nipples poking through the dress Jake couldn't pry his eyes from all night.
"It's what you need, right?" you question, head ducked down to his bowed head, shaky pants cycling through his chest manically. "Be my good boy and do as I say. Come."
At your mercy, hand rigid around his length in devastating pressure, one stray hand reaches out for your other. Like clockwork, your fingers interlock, a comforting squeeze given to him before his moans fill the room.
When he comes, it's with everything buried deep within him. Casting far and wide as come overflows, drenching your hand and thighs, some landing on his chest and your own. The world shatters to pieces around him, shaky sobs racking through his curved chest as he shakes like a leaf, holding onto you like a lifeline.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Holy sh─" he cries, forehead pressed into your shoulder as wetness migrates into your skin. "Thank you, thank you for making me come. You're the best, baby. The best I've never had, I can't believe you're all mine. How fucking lucky I am,"
He rambles like this through his orgasm, fatigue burning the muscles in your arm but willpower pushing you through till overstimulation, his breaths slowed with a body curling itself. Only then does your hand leave him, surveying the damage of your actions.
"Now I'm messy like you, baby," your eyes avert down to your chest, deep neckline of your skintight dress revealing the come spurts decorating the top of your breasts. "Be good and lick it clean, Yunie."
Still dazed from his orgasm, fatigue makes his lids heavy and pleased, an obedient head nod given before he dives for your chest. Tongue laid flat, he licks the remnants of his come with languid, tortured licks, savouring the taste of you and him as he polishes your skin off. His duty doesn't come without some wonderment, his eyes closed as his mouth loses itself in the expanse of you, precious kisses laid on untouched kiss, a sliver of a taste to parts of you he wants to keep to himself, beautiful eyes beaming at you when you're whipped clean, ready for your next command.
A squeeze folds over your heart, enamoured with undying devotion. Which is why, on the surface of your cold marble kitchen countertop, you lay backwards, only holding yourself up elbows dug into the firm foundation as you nod towards your underwear. Wordlessly, he complies, jitters in his hands, knuckles flushed as he inches your short dress up your thighs, mesmorisng every mark, every mole before he gulps, your underwear in plain view. His gaze flickers to you.
"Off."
A shuddered breath starts off his movements, fingertips flirting with the lace hemming of your underwear, shattered to know you've been hiding this the entire time, him none the wiser. He can't help but kiss the bow at its middle, grazing your skin as he hooks his fingers underneath the material and pulls, expression crumbling as a string of saliva stretches between the dampened gusset and your shining folds, the rabbit in his chest singing as he tosses the underwear aside.
Before his hands can massage the plush of your thighs, kneading the flesh, you leverage your weight onto one elbow, arm extended down between your legs to coat the mess of come made of your hand to glide over your folds, corners of your lips sharpening as you track Jake watch it all unfold. Come spread from your clit to your entrance, the generous amount gathered at your hole pushed in by your two fingers, one curl of your fingers cueing the sound he loves most.
The sound of your moan.
When you're finished, some still left on your hand, mixed in with your own slick, he doesn't blink once as your tongue runs along the skin coated in him and you, smirk growing as you ask, "You gonna clean this mess too?"
He dives in immediately.
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