irresistible s.j. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ (my little gift to you, yay for 100 followers!!)
length: 1.4k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, light masturbation
synopsis: in which your boyfriend, jake, struggles to pay attention to what you're saying, too distracted by how cute you look getting ready for bed.
⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ (read part two here.)
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Jake was trying to listen to you. Honest.
He was trying to focus on the words that were tumbling out of your mouth, a long winded description of your day and who you’d run into at the store and how annoying your friends could be and where you wanted to go over the weekend with him.
But you were prancing around in your pjs, thighs exposed under your little pink shorts, midriff peeking out every time you reached up to hang something back up in your closet.
He’d been waiting patiently for you to come home, sprawled in your bed scrolling on his phone for what felt like hours. He wasn’t even thinking about fucking you, but somehow he’d ended up with a hard-on anyways.
It wasn’t his fault. Your sheets were all soft and smelled like you, the corners bunched from where you’d grabbed them last night. Mixed in was the smell of his cologne, and the lotion you always used. The smell of both of you mingled together drove him crazy, sparking a build of pressure in his stomach.
It was like your room was designed to turn him on.
The miniskirt you’d worn out with him was hanging off the side of your hamper, wrinkled from his grip on your thighs. Your dresser drawer was half open, the one where you kept your vibrator hidden under your underwear. He could see the pink silicone poking out over the edge.
What had started as a half-hearted absentminded touch—just to ease the tension building beneath his sweats—had become a full on over-the-pants rub out. You wouldn’t be home for a little while longer, and you’d be tired from your day. If he could just take care of that gnawing ache beneath his boxers, he’d be able to drift off happily to sleep with you in his arms.
Well, you got home sooner than he’d expected.
“Jake?” You called, your footsteps echoing up the stairs towards your room.
Jake pulled his hand away from his groin, looking up as you came through your door, already exploding into your daily debrief for him.
“You were totally right. The sale ended yesterday.” You pouted. “I stopped by on my way home and everything was back to full price. I’m such a dummy, I should’ve gone last weekend like you said.”
“That’s alright baby,” He said, slightly breathless. His mind was scrambling to return to normal. “I’ll take you next weekend. I can pay, I don’t mind.”
You gave him a shy smile, bending over your bed to give him a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His stomach fluttered, the persistent ache beneath his boxers still there.
You got on with your nightly routine: changing out of your clothes, slipping into the pajamas laid out on your chair. You put your hair up as you spoke, missing a few strands that curled down the nape of your neck.
Jake was going crazy.
He bit his lip as you talked, nodding along to everything you were saying, trying to listen to every word. But he was just so damn into you—it was chemical at this point.
Just the smell of you on your sheets had him in a heated rut, and now you were there in front of him, soft-skinned and basically half-naked.
“Jungwon and Sunoo are going out for dinner on Friday. Do you think we can go?”
“Mm, yeah,” He said absentmindedly, watching the way your back curved under the waistband of your shorts. He shifted slightly, aching for you under his pants.
“Don’t you have solo practice that evening?”
“Hm?”
“Friday. I thought you reserved a studio for that night.”
“Oh, yeah. I did.”
Did what? Jake could hardly focus.
You weren’t oblivious to the way he was adjusting on your bed, his hand going to rest over his crotch nonchalantly. He’d always had a bad poker face.
When your boyfriend wanted you, there was no way to hide it.
“Are you okay?” You half-laughed, watching as he palmed himself slightly through his sweats.
“Mhm,” He said, still not fully paying attention. His hips jutted slightly, chasing the friction of his hand.
“Jakey,” You murmured, raising an eyebrow at him.
He gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, baby. I’m listening, I swear.”
You narrowed your eyes at him but went on, talking about which restaurants Sunoo had suggested. But it was obvious Jake’s mind was elsewhere.
He kept shifting where he sat, not-so-subtly pressing his hips up into his hand, eyes tracking you wherever you moved. He was getting more and more flustered—dragging his hand through his hair, tugging on the neck of his hoodie, chewing on his lip until you thought it might actually bleed.
“What’s up with you?” You laughed. “It’s like you’re ovulating or something.”
He smiled, lip between his teeth. “You’re way too hot. It’s fucked up.”
“I’m glad to know the pajama look is doing it for you, weirdo.”
Oh, but it was. Your cute little ass and the squish of your thighs, all on display for him to see. He wanted to devour you right then and there, put his lips all over your body, taste every inch of you.
“You’re the one parading around in those little shorts,” He protested. “It’s not fair.”
“It’s not? I could always… take them off, if they’re bothering you that much?” Your eyes glinted playfully and Jake’s dick throbbed, aching.
He groaned as you hooked your fingers over them, sliding them all the way down your legs and kicking them to the side.
“Baaabe, that’s not fair,” He whined, falling over to bury his face in your comforter. “You’re being mean.”
“You’re the one not listening to anything I’m saying,” You teased.
Jake felt the edge of the bed dip down and he peeked out from the corner of his eye. You’d pulled your shirt off too, tits exposed, stomach bare. The torturous, tantalizing way you preferred to sleep. He cursed under his breath.
“Missed you today,” You said, climbing on top of him.
He rolled under you, flat on his back, as your legs went on either side of his waist. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He lifted his head up as you leaned down to kiss him again, his hands flat on your ass. Fuck, he loved your body. The weight of you on his groin sent a shiver of pleasure up his stomach.
“Y/n,” He protested as you leaned back, grinding your hips down on him.
“What, you don’t want it?”
“Aren’t you tired, baby? You’ve been up all day.”
You shook your head, grabbing onto his shoulders as he sat up beneath you. “Come on, you know me, Jakey. Can’t fall asleep unless I feel you.”
And you felt him alright. The fabric of his sweats were thin—you could feel how stiff he was, dick rubbing deliciously against your core which was getting wetter by the second.
He groaned again as you sped up, hips working beneath his hands. He grabbed ahold of your waist and flipped you both over, digging his hips down into yours as he opened his mouth against you.
“Feels so good, baby,” He said against your lips.
Your underwear was slick, wetting the front of his pants. He didn’t give a fuck. All he cared about was keeping his cock wedged between your folds, chasing the pressure that was building in his stomach.
“Jake,” You panted, reaching out to pull his sweats and boxers down.
He put a hand between your legs, pushing your soaked underwear to the side and pressing his dick up against you, skin to skin.
“Fuck,” He moaned, shivering at how wet and hot you were for him.
“Fuck me?” You asked, pushing your hips up into him.
He obliged, sliding himself inside you until he was buried to the hilt. You stretched around him perfectly, your walls all soft and soaked for him.
It was a quick fuck. He rutted into you, holding your hips down with a ringed hand as his body stuttered, the release of pent-up tension blurring his thoughts momentarily.
You moaned into his mouth while you came, your legs wrapped around his waist to hold him in closer, deeper. His body shook, hips jutting into yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, your name spilling from his mouth.
He curled his hips into yours as you both came down, a thin layer of sweat gracing both your faces. Jake was breathing heavily, planting kisses all over your face as you giggled beneath him.
“So.” Kiss.
“Fucking.” Kiss.
“Hot.” Kiss.
After, you curled into his chest in the dark, breathing in the warm smell of his skin.
“Night,” You mumbled into the base of his neck, pressed as close as one could possibly be.
“Good night, baby,” He yawned. “M’gonna fuck you again in the morning.”
You smiled against his throat. “Promise?” You said teasingly.
“On my life.”
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⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ hiiii guys thank you so so much for 100 followers!! I’ve said this before but I’m new to tumblr and really just wanted a place to be an enha freak without anyone irl finding me hehe ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
it makes me so happy when y’all interact with my writing and just warms my heart so much that people like reading my stuff idk idk I’m happy just thinking about it (>⩊<)
enjoy this quick little oneshot that my roommate actually inspired (thanks bestie). I hope I can keep writing stuff that yall enjoy!!! have a great day :3 .☘︎ ݁˖
