I think he'd go insane, all spread out against the couch with his legs spread as you go at it, probably staring down at the way you rub against him, wanting it to be raw, wanting to feel the wet. Glancing up at you from time to time just to moan louder than you are even tho his cock is totally neglected. Would 100% be playing with your tits the whole time when he's not grabbing your hips and rutting you against his abs harder and faster :/
he'd tense up too, trying to keep the pressure nice and hard for you to ride against until you're literally cumming all over him and he can't hold himself back anymore, fr just shoving you back and plunging into you so fast, pushing in so deep, letting out the prettiest sigh as he cums near instantly right as you finish ;o;
Who do you think has the biggest glasses fetish while getting a blowjob from MC?
immediately zayne. wants to see those glasses fog up just as quickly as his does when he's the one going down on you :/ bro loves himself a lil four eyed baddie
head empty..i just finished reading hypersexual for the nth time and i cant help it. please PLEASE PLEASE give me hyung line thoughts on all of them with the same affliction. its not a want anymore
i need it sj PLEASE
hyper sexual hyung line
☆ jay:
jay is the type to let himself lose his mind until he enters dangerous territory. he has so many pocket pussies, he's fucked just about anything he can get his hands on to offer new sensations. has dabbled in porn that he should be incredibly ashamed of and only keeps getting worse...i think he'd need someone just like himself if he were suffering with chronic boner syndrome. all day, all night. drop out of college babe, he needs to get his dick wet. probably leads into a lot of different kinks too. public stuff mostly. what's even better is the thought of how insane he gets without it....and you, depriving him of it for fun. dom jay lets go. anyway, jay is also the type to genuinely expect you to drop out and let him take care of you if it means you'll spread your legs 24/7 for him.
★ jake:
this is basically just a small description of jake from the fic: hyper sexual, but yeah. He genuinely has an issue with jerking off to the point that he's practically numb to the feeling of his own hand, or jerking off in general. He can't fucking get off to anything anymore, which sucks when your cock is always pulsing and leaking in your pants. He's the type to go through every fucking dating app, never able to land a girl because he genuinely is just...way way too much for them. Absolutely gets horny at work, and practically tastes the heavens when any mention of "free use" is considered. Def into somno, and borderline dangerous if he doesn't get what he needs.
☆ sunghoon:
hides it well until he doesn't in the form of a huge boner always poking his friends via hug simply bc they rubbed against his arm the wrong way and he's way too sensitive. And thats what I think about sunghoon, he's sensitive. Any touch, any lingering touch will have him wanting to bury himself into anyone, fucking anything to feel good. definitely the type to pay sex workers for their services but also make them breakfast the next day before asking for a freebie. He would very likely go bankrupt if he can't find a girl to match his energy and be ready to fuck the second he pulls it out.
★ heeseung:
GOONER. an entire porn addict. Heeseung will jerk off to a fucking gaming magazine that shows a group of guys playing a table-top game just because there is a leg at the corner of a picture that kind of looks like it belongs to a girl he would absolutely fuck. he's desperate about it, which doesn't work in his favor at all. he's probably similar to jake in terms of being very close to committing....not good things. like, he will probably end up with restraining orders at one point because he'll find someone he wants to fuck and basically become obsessed with them until they give in. but hey, it's hard to meet people when you spend all day at home online, right? gotta make it count when he finds someone :/
Jay is saur sugar daddy coded he'd love to spoil the reader 🤤 and he would NAWT be stingy w it i can imagine him dropping stacks over a titty pic LOL anything for his princess
"Babe, please" Jay mutters through the speaker in a whisper. "It's going to be such a long day, I already had to fire someone and I still have three more year reviews to get through."
"How are you even in the mood right now? Besides, I'm grocery shopping. I can't."
There's a short moment of silence, shuffling, then a ping! sound that vibrates your phone. You pull back just for a moment to look, evading an old woman rushing through with her cart going full speed. Your eyes go wide before they narrow.
"Jay." You roll your eyes. "Why are you bribing me? You know I'd do it if I was at home, for free."
"I need it now." He whines quietly. "What? You want more?"
Another Ping! sound, then silence.
"Eight hundred dollars.." You trail off. "For a shitty grocery store bathroom titty pic?"
"Please."
You pause, looking around. Eight hundred dollars could get you two pairs of those shoes you haven't yet mentioned to him...
And...well, you definitely go to the bathroom, leaving your full cart just outside snapping a few tit pics for him and sending them one after another. You'd eventually realize that these photos aren't worth his money, so...you're sure he'd appreciate you spreading your legs behind a locked bathroom stall for him.
Appreciate you? He loves you. It's not long before he's sending short videos back, doing things, saying things in breathy whispers, that could easily make him lose his job. But hey, at least he's in a soft, comfy office with the door locked.
It's not like his employees need to know what he does in here anyway.
Jake getting TOO excited when reader asks if they can try fucking raw 😋😋😋😋
wc: 1k
warnings: borderline breeding kink, he's more so just pussy drunk rather than being an excited loser, jake goes hard, reader goes dizzy.
"You wanna?"
Jake's eyes widen, and truly he can't help them from shining when he looks at you. They're probably sparkling brighter now than ever before.
For a full year now he's wondered how good you'd feel wrapped around him. So warm and velvety inside against his fingers, but always separated by that thin layer of latex when it comes to his cock.
Condoms meant pleasure, of course, because it means he gets to fuck you but that didn't change the fact that they always came with unwanted flavors, unneeded lubrication, and unnatural scents.
For a full year he's begged. Always with pleas of "I'll pull out baby, please." and "Just the tip, I promise!"
You always said no, and he always moved on like he didn't dream about how good it would feel raw. How sexy it would be to know he's pumping his cum directly into you, slamming it in deeper and deeper until he's spent.
"Really?" His big eyes blink at you dumbfounded, cock already having been hard for the past ten minutes from that immaculate fucking head you just gave him. "Why now?"
You lend him a shrug and a snide smile, glancing up to the ceiling before looking him dead in the eye.
"I dunno." You offer first, lifting on your knees from the floor to lay your head across his legs. You gently blow out, watching the way his raging cock twitches at the sensation. "Been wondering what it feels like to, yknow, feel you cum in me."
"Oh..." He trails off in a moan. "Y-you don't want me to pull out?"
You shake your head playfully in confirmation and instantly you see three more beads of precum leak from his tip in anticipation.
He's asked you for this countless times, and you're a bit shocked in the way he stays leaned on his arms looking down at you like this. You do notice his shaky breaths though, that grip on the sheets, the way his abdomen flexes with each act of hesitance to fuck his hips up against the air falling from your lips.
"Really?" He asks again, this time with his voice cracking and showing the eagerness. "Oh, fuck." He breathes out now, flopping back onto the bed and reaching his hands out for you, as if you grab at you to move up and onto him. "Yes. Fuck yes."
You can't contain the giggles that fall from your throat when you crawl on top of him, anticipating the feeling of it yourself and not truly expecting it to feel much different aside from allowing yourself to see what the hype is about regarding like...you know, dripping cum and all that shit.
And he's silent after that. Nothing but breathy sighs and harsh grips of your hips as he slides you against him. As if he's relishing in the feeling of your raw and open cunt spreading out along the length of him.
He does this for what feels like ages, to the point he makes that familiar face. The one where his eyebrows furrow, hit bottom lip sucks in between his teeth, and he starts to let out little grunting moans.
You force your body back in his grip though, stilling yourself and sitting your clit just against the base of his cock.
"So good-" He moans at the feeling of your slick all over him, never once feeling it against his cock solely because the two of you are normally quite cautious by your request. "Drenching me, baby, fucking sliding it all over me."
He's amazed, really, at how wet you get. No need for lubricant or rubber to help the slide. Oh, no, no, no. He can't wait to feel the heat of it, the pure slick and clenching of it. No barriers, all skin.
He's already babbling too, trying to force you to slide forward again on him, out of breath and near whimpering for you to grind his cock to full release, but you're not budging.
Only now does his excitement fizzle into anxiety, fearing that you've changed your mind.
When he looks at you through those glazed eyes, you can only smile wider though. Lifting up only slightly to line him up with you and immediately sink down on him all in one go.
You moan out in unison, his hands holding your hips yet again only this time holding you down on him. His cock sits dormant inside of you, stretching your walls with each breath and pathetic urge to twitch.
It...does feel different. Not so much that condoms ruin the experience in full but god it feels so much better. You can tell he agrees too, with the way he offers a half-dopey-smile as he holds you down on him. Now intentionally twitching just to feel those same hot-velvet walls hug his cock raw for the first time.
And it's not long after that when you start to bounce, but no. It's not enough this time. Jake wants to fuck you, and so, he fucking does.
You go a little lightheaded at the movement, where he knocks you back by the shoulders, cock still plunged deep inside of you, and now pins you down against the bed.
You only continue to grow dizzy at the feeling of his lips fluttering all across your chest, collarbone, and neck as he does it. Thrusting harder, deeper, and so much faster than he normally would. As if he can't get enough of you, as if he's seeing red and not yet noticing how your head is hanging half off the bed and you can't keep your eyes open through the sheer force of his cock slamming into you.
And he just keeps going. Hips chasing every bit of warmth your pathetic and stretched cunt offers to him and his hungry desire of fucking you empty. To the point you gush all around him, splashing your pretty slick against his balls.
Only then, will he let himself fill you right back up. Knowing for a fact that he's not going to be finished with you until you're both well aware that his load is going to be fucked right into that little womb of yours, and you'll never forget the feeling of having so much of it both stuffed inside of you and dripping down those pretty buckled legs.
jungwon being amazed when reader begs to be titty fucked 😇😇 ik jungwon loves boobies, he just gives that vibeeeee
*gasp*
mdni
wc: 1.1k
tags: they're best friends and jungwon has a staring problem. reader doesn't beg but she definitely encourages it....he fingers her hahahaha……
jungwon, the shyest best friend you've ever had struggling not to stare every single time you wear a shirt that shows the curve of your bust or the cleavage of them.
countless times you've swatted at him, called him a perv, told him to go find a girl to sink into before he makes it weird-- and countless times he hasn't fought you on it.
countless times he's just kept staring. and staring. and nearly drooling.
especially when you sleep over, wearing that fucking tank top. Such huge tits, he shouldn't have been shocked when he woke up and loomed over you, seeing a glimpse of your perky and pretty nipple. Honestly, he's sure that your tits have fallen out of that tank top mid-sleep hundreds of times, at this point you're probably just wearing it so he feels embarrassed for looking, right?
Absolutely right.
Now, weeks after the tit-falling-out-of-your-top incident, you decide to push a little. After all, you love Jungwon with everything in you. It's what any best friend would do...maybe.
"You wanna fuck them?" You ask off handedly, watching as your best friend, once again, won't stop staring.
"Wha-"
"Just kidding," You wave him off, turning on your heel and walking towards his kitchen. You stop short of the entrance though, and turn back to face him. "Unless...?"
It's cute, really, how he basically throws himself back into his bedroom at the mere thought of seeing the head of his cock peek through your tits as he fucks them.
You're not serious though, right? You're just fucking with him again.
Oh, but you're so serious about it. As you walk back into his room with a glass of juice, you make a point to play with the strap on that same tank top.
"You want to." You dead-pan at him, clocking his desires at face value. "And I'd let you."
He watches as you shrug, those same dainty fingers teasing him with the strap of your tank top.
Watching, staring again. Is this why you didn't wear a bra today? Is this why he can practically see how hard your nipples are through that tank? Is this why you turned down his air conditioning?
"Stop fucking with me." Jungwon starts, forcing his eyes away from your tits and trying to look up at your face. "It'll be weird."
"Not any more weird than seeing you stare twenty-four-seven."
Ah, there goes his cheeks. Flushing before reddening at your words. His cock twitches between his legs at the way his mind races through images of doing just that with you.
But...you're his best friend.
"Wonnie, you're thinking too hard about it. See? Look." You chuckle, setting your glass down on his bed-side table and lifting the tank top off of you.
He's in shock when they bounce out, fleshy, heavy. Huge fucking tits. If he's ever stared before, he's only doing it harder now as he rubs his legs together, clenching his ass and pushing his growing cock up and against the inseam of his pants.
You, on the other hand, aren't typically this bold. You've never really been afraid to show your tits but Jungwon is right in worrying about the fact that the two of you are best friends.
The way his mouth falls open though? The way he rubs his legs together? The way you can see his cock twitching?
If anything, he's just a guy who loves some tits, and you happen to have him. It won't be weird....hopefully.
"See?" You repeat your words in a softer tone, feeling more seen than expected. "It's easy."
He slowly nods to you, moving his hand between his legs and pressing his palm down. He releases a seethed moan, eyes squinting as if he's in some sort of pain.
If anything, it's reluctance.
"It'll be s-so fucking weird." He finally manages to stutter out, still pressing his palm against himself, still shifting his eyes between both perked up nipples.
"Not any more weird than watching you practically jerk off to me-" You admit, rubbing your own legs together now at seeing your best friend act so...horny.
After all, yeah, he stares. Yeah, it's cute. But this. Why is he turning you on now?
And those words are really all it takes to have Jungwon standing to his feet and dropping his pants, cock hanging heavy and begging to be slid between your tits.
He's leaking when he does it, gently helping you down to your knees in front of his bed, and there, he sits with his cock in hand, unsure of what to do next.
You chuckle at him, as if the two of you haven't already made it weird. You hold both of your breasts up and rub one of your nipples along his length, collecting the precum until it's dribbling out even more.
His hips press up on instinct, fucking nothing but moaning all the while until you take it upon yourself once again to lean forward and nestle his cock between them.
And he just doesn't stop moaning, hands shooting to the outer cups of your tits and pressing them firmly together before fucking up again, and again, and again. Until he's panting rather than moaning, until his brain spirals into that of wondering how the plush sensation wrapping his cock right now is just as good as having it squeezed by a wet cunt.
in other words, it's definitely weird but he also thinks no other pair of tits would feel this good against him. And he makes it a point to prove to you.
Proving it by cumming within minutes, spurting his cum all up your neck with trembling hands struggling to hold your tits through it.
You're in awe, really, seeing your best friend get off for the first time. It doesn't really pain you to stick your tongue out to catch some of his cum, though it seemed to shock him quite a bit as seeing you do it.
And by shock him, you mean it seemed to turn him on more because you thought you'd caught the last of his release. No, oh no no. He kept cumming, repeatedly spurting out more and more up until he's entirely spent and flopping back on his bed.
You're quiet when you stand and hover over him, ignoring the swell of your clit and the thick wet sliding between your legs when you move.
"Too weird?" You ask gently, slowly crawling onto the bed with him.
He blinks up at you, glowing with his post-nut bliss and shakes his head.
"Somehow, no." He smiles.
"So...then..." You pause, your own face heating up. "You wouldn't be opposed to...yknow.."
He feels you grip his hand and run it down your body, straight down between your legs. What he wasn't expecting was for you to like it enough to get this fucking wet over it. And when he looks at you quirking a brow, it's easy for him to offer you some release. Fingers plunging into you from under your shorts, smiling at you like he always does.
hear me out: jay and jake kissing to “practice for girls”..
warning: jayke want each other.
some context: the one where Jay and Jake are assigned to be roommates on campus for their sophomore year of college. after months of lying to each other about getting around in terms of sex, they both realize they're entirely at a loss, virgins, and...they need practice before actually trying to live up to their own lies.
"Bullshit, you're a virgin." Jay argues at his roommate over shitty $10 vodka, narrowing his eyes at him. "I know a virgin when I fucking see one."
Jake narrows his eyes right back, feeling both too seen and entirely insulted. Of course he's a fucking virgin, why else would he be sitting here, with this bitch of a man on a saturday night when there's dozens of parties raging about on campus?!
"Okay, fine." Jake admits it, glaring harder. "What about you, Mister "i-had-two-girls-at-once? Hm?"
Jay avoids eye contact, a clear sign of a liar.
"Me?!" He asks back. "The audacity."
Jake cuts him off.
"Admit it. Neither of us have so much as even kissed a fucking girl, I can tell. All virgins can clock another fucking virgin and you know it."
Silence.
That's all the answer Jake needed.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Jake isn't sure why, but he expected it to feel...rougher? more, like, manly?
But no, it's soft, it's warm, it's nothing like he expected. Even bringing his hand up to touch the soft cheek, to even run his fingers through his hair, all of it feels soft.
"Woah." Jake whispers when Jay pulls back, looking away from him and scratching at the back of his own neck.
"Was that good?" Jay comments in an even smaller voice, avoiding eye contact.
Embarrassed, a bit elated.
Fuck if Jake knows what's good and what isn't. There wasn't any tongue or anything, just like, a really long kiss. Some slight movement of the lips, but definitely not what he's seen in porn.
"I don't know." He shrugs, looking at his roommate. "What about me? Was I good?"
Jay shrugs, finally looking at him.
"Is this...weird?"
And at the same time he says it, Jake speaks out.
"Can we try it with tongue?"
Jay scraps his previous question. Practice is practice, and it doesn't seem like Jake was paying attention anyway.
"Oh, um-" His face feels hot as he looks at the man, with lips plusher, bigger than his own. "Yeah, I mean- do you want to?"
Jake nods eagerly, already licking his lips, sitting on the couch, skewed so awkwardly to the side just to wait for Jay to meet his lips again. And when it does happen, he's not really sure what takes over his body.
Arguably, Jay isn't sure either. Because the second tongue is introduced..um...is this even practice anymore? Why does everything feel so natural? Why is he...why is he getting hard?
And when Jake pulls him onto his lap, seemingly lost in the moment, eyes squeezed shut as if pretending Jay is that pretty girl from one of his gen-ed classes, Jay realizes he's not the only one getting into it.
That drives him further, it drives Jake further too. With messy tongues, sloppy drooling and even slight grunts, slight moans...it's no longer practice.
It's like that for a few moments before Jay questions himself too harshly, pulling back with a breath and looking at Jake. His cheeks are so pink, lips so puffy...god, is he attracted to this absolute, fucking embarrassing ass loser?
"Why'd you stop?" Jake tilts his head, furrowing his brows in confusing. "I think that was good, I think we're doing good."
Yeah. Jay's attracted to him.
"Wait-" Jay calls out, looking around the room before motioning to the position they're in. "Isn't this...gay?"
Jake tilts his head even further.
"You like it?"
Jay stares at him.
"A little bit."
And then they just- well.
Hours pass, probably, as Jay kisses him. Surely they're both ready by now to fuck all those girls. There's a new, glaring issue though.
It keeps happening. Every night. They don't even use this knowledge elsewhere, just on each other. Growing harder, harder, fucking aching for touch.
Jay wonders, weeks later, who will be the first to break that boundary. He wonders if there's even a boundary at this point, actually.
imagine you’re saying goodbye to everyone after a party/meetup or anything of that sort with jake and he’s DRUNKKK like you can smell the alcohol from miles away, and he’s kinda leaning into you for support, and he’s so drunk to the point he’s voicing his thoughts about getting back home.. IFYKWIM🙂↕️
(sigh i love my brain sometimes)
-💌
content: you're best friend's with jake and learn how bad he's wanted between those thighs all these years. also, this has fluff, drunken confessions, desperate pining. uh...mentions of him jerking off next to you when you're sleeping.
not proof read.
It's tomorrow, and everyone seems so excited for you. Jake can't help but feel a little broken inside either, with the way your eyes light up at each person smooching your face with a wet and messy "goodbye."
It's not fair that you're just going to leave him like this. Not before he got his chance anyway...
It's his own fault, sure. Maybe he should've taken his chance last summer when you very much looked like you were about to kiss him. Why did he turn his head solely because he was nervous about it?
Or maybe, he should have taken the chance when your last ex broke up with you. The way you leaned on him, clinging to his sweater with hot tears in your eyes. You looked so pretty despite being so hurt, he wanted nothing more than to kiss away all those bad feelings and show you that the guy was nothing but a practice run for a real relationship. He was just a guy to help you raise your standards, even.
Or, maybe he should have taken his chance last night when he was sleeping in your bedroom one last time. In your bed like always, you had cuddled up to him as you fell asleep, pillow talk turning far more intimate than he thought it ever would. "You should come with me." You had mumbled. "I'll feel empty without you." You trailed off after that.
He chose to believe you were just sleep talking. Despite knowing you well enough to understand that you've never fucking sleep talked.
So, that leaves him here. Understanding that he missed every single fucking chance intentionally. And now, he's not even sober enough to approach you in a way that would even matter.
Except it does matter.
A lot.You were leaning against a window with your friends, relishing in the vibes of your "goodbye" party one last time when you glance to your best friend.
Never before have you seen the look on his face. He looks...determined? Angry? sad? You're not sure. You make note in your sobering mind to give him a longer, more loving goodbye than anyone else. He deserve it after all.
And after you do those goodbyes, knowing that the party will likely continue long after you're gone, you make your way to Jake.
He's far more drunk than you've ever seen him too. Cheeks dusted with reds and pinks, ears burning hot, even his hair is sticking to his forehead as he looks at you. He can barely even stand when you reach him.
You're quick to place your hands on his arms, helping him stand up straight when you go to speak, but you're cut off immediately.
"You can't go," He says, stumbling into you and holding you tightly against him. His alcohol breath is strong and hot against your cheek, but you're not sure how to respond. "You can't. I haven't even-"
You pause, trying to pry yourself from his grip and trying to ignore all the eyes on you, but he doesn't let you do either.
"I don't care who knows, I only cared if you knew." He slurs, holding you tighter. "I don't understand how you don't."
You successfully push away from him this time, looking at him both in pity and out of confusion.
"What don't I know?"
"I want you so bad right now.." Jake breathes. "Come home with me."
You feel your breath catch in your throat at those words. Truly, you stop breathing for a moment as you look at him. He stares back, blinking out of sync but still hopeful, looking at you in a way you've never noticed before now.
"Huh?" You retort, thinking you must have heard him wrong.
"Feel." He says, grapping your hand and pressing it between his legs, allowing not only you, but anyone who is watching to witness the proof of his words. "I need you."
You yank your hand back, mostly out of embarrassment, feeling a bit vulnerable in this situation.
"Come home with me." Jake mumbles again, now starting to hiccup.
Right, he's just drunk.
"Come on, I'll get you home." You finally say, sighing.
Did you get your hopes up a little bit?
Maybe. But he's clearly out of his fucking mind right now, and it really is probably for the best that you take him home and make sure he's all tucked in with water and a pain reliever.
And you do try. Letting him wobble his legs and balance against you as you walk him out. Whispering to you the whole way. He goes from being cheeky to almost...sad. Pleading, even.
"Need you so bad,"
"I can't keep pretending like I don't"
"You want me too, right?"
"Right? You've thought about it? About me?"
And when you continue to avoid his questions, he falls silent for a moment. Now outside, being put into your car.
You hear him briefly before you close the door.
"I'd make it feel so good, i promise."
Goddamn him for being so fucking drunk. Some people say that when you're drunk, your words are sober but you find that incredibly hard to believe right now. After all, you've tried to lay down hints for Jake. You moved on, not wanting to keep feeling rejected. And now...this?
By the time you place yourself in the driver's seat, that short moment of silence away from him did little to help.
"Please, tell me you've imagined it.""It's not just me, right?"And he keeps going. A loop of the same questions before...
"Yes! Jake! I've thought about it! A lot, actually. Now can you please stop talking? You're too drunk right now and it's starting to fuck with my head."And for a moment, you thought he'd listen to you. Just a moment, really. He throws out another question now, letting it linger in the air, forcing you to slam on your breaks in the middle of an empty street just to stare at him.
"Did you touch yourself?"You narrow your eyes at him, unable to see too much in the light of the moon but you can tell that same hopeful look is welling up in his eyes.
"Did you?" You breath out, questioning him back.
"Fuck," Jake breathes a half moan at your face alone right now, awestruck by how the night shades your face so beautifully. "All the time..." He sighs now, smiling as if he's remembering each session he's fucked his fist to you as a fond memory.
You eye his figure down for a moment before you manage to start driving again, thinking hard about if he's being truthful, or just horny.
"For how long?" You ask.
"How long what?"You roll your eyes at his hiccups, rewording your question for him.
"How long have you, you know, masturbated to me?"
"Years." He says it like a period on a sentence. As if he's answered the question millions of times and to be honest? It's making your brain spin with emotion.
"When was the last time?" You pry now, rubbing your legs together.
"This morning."
Pause, you hold back a small groan knowing Jake was in your bed with you all morning. Honestly, he didn't even move.
He notes your silence, but also notes your lack of discomfort too.
"You were asleep, I've learned how to be quiet over the years..." He mumbles, only now realizing how weird it actually is.
"Jake..." You carefully whisper. "Why are you doing this to me, knowing I'm moving away?"
