SYNOPSIS ➤ rained from a brutal exam week, you hit the bar with your friends, craving nothing but a drink and escape. Then you met him—a stranger your age with an easy smile and a gaze that saw right through you. One night changed everything, as he stepped into your life and did something no one else had: he stood up for you in a way that left you breathless. Waking up the next morning tangled in sheets with this impossibly attractive stranger, you realised this night might just change everything.
PAIRING ➤ jake x afab!reader
GENRE ➤ strangers to lovers, kinda angst?, suggestive, smut (MDNI)
WORD COUNT ➤ 18.4k
WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT.
WARNINGS ➤ fight mention, the fight is described, blood and wounds mention, alcohol, thighs fucking, switch jake like he's trying to be a dom but he's mostly a sub, cursing, unprotected sex (protect yourself guys), doggy, cowgirl, oral (f & m receiving), throat fucking, praise, dry humping (m), fingering, handjob, blowjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, sloppy sex for a moment, pet names, aftercare. everything is consensual, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)
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“I’m honestly exhausted. I don’t think I’ll be able to use my brain for the next week.” Yujin dropped her head back against the cushion, letting out a long groan.
Minju on the other side, sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck… and all I want is food. No more coffee, just a massive plate of fries.” She paused looking up to the ceiling, “maybe a burger. Just… something that’s not caffeine or sugar.”
It had been a relentless week, one that seemed to stretch on forever. Exams loomed over you, each one more grueling than the last, draining every ounce of energy you had. For days, you’d been practically living in the library, surrounded by towers of textbooks and notebooks, fueled by nothing but coffee and desperation.
Your friends Minju and Yujin were your only comfort, the three of you studying late into the night, keeping each other sane with terrible jokes and shared snacks. Each morning felt like a blur, another caffeine-fueled rush to campus, your mind teetering between burnout and adrenaline as you faced each test.
Finally, as Friday arrived, you all felt the weight lifting—a bittersweet relief washing over you as you handed in your final exam. You barely made it to the campus lounge before collapsing onto a couch with Minju and Yujin beside you, each of you a drained, worn-out mess.
“I wanna drink.” Your own stomach growled in agreement, the thought of real food or just nice shots sound heavenly. You gave Minju a weak grin.
A comfortable silence fell over the three of you, punctuated by quiet laughs and sighs of exhaustion as you finally allowed yourselves a moment of rest. Then Yujin sat up, a mischievous glint sparking in her tired eyes as a thought clearly struck her.
“We could go to a restaurant,” she said, her voice laced with temptation. “But you know what would be even better? A bar. We survived the week, right? We deserve to let loose. Dance, have a couple of drinks, just… forget all this stress.”
Minju’s eyes lit up, her exhaustion momentarily fading as she exchanged a glance with you. “I am so in. We need more than just food tonight—we need an actual night out. Drinks, music… all of it.”
You couldn’t help but feel the excitement spreading through you as well. The thought of an evening without worry, free from deadlines and expectations, was too tempting to pass up. “That’s perfect for me,” you agreed, feeling a surge of energy. “Tonight, we’re celebrating. Just us, no stress, nothing but fun.”
After a quick trip home to change into something more night-out appropriate, you met up again and headed downtown to one of the most popular bars. Known for its pulsing energy, great music, and even better cocktails, it was exactly the kind of place you needed to forget the chaos of the past week. As you walked in, the loud bass vibrated through your chest, the neon lights casting an electric glow over the bustling crowd.
You settled into a corner booth, ordering your first round of drinks. Laughter and chatter filled the air as you reminisced over the week’s hardest exam questions and shared all the little absurdities you’d encountered during your intense study sessions. Soon, the drinks began to take effect, loosening the tension in your shoulders as the stress melted away, the lively atmosphere working its magic.
After a few rounds, a familiar beat drifted through the speakers. Minju’s face lit up with excitement. “Wait—is this our song?”
You recognized it instantly, grinning as the beat filled the room. “It is!”
“Come on, we need to dance!” Yujin grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the dance floor, laughing as the three of you made your way into the crowd. As the music thumped around you, you lost yourself in the moment, moving with your friends, feeling the euphoria of being truly present for the first time in what felt like ages.
You couldn’t help but laugh as Minju spun you around, her carefree energy contagious. Dancing with her and Yujin felt like slipping into a memory—a reminder of how it all started.
You met Yujin in high school, bonding over a shared love for cheesy rom-coms and late-night karaoke sessions. She was the one who could make you laugh on your worst days, her vibrant energy a constant source of light. Minju had come into your life a little later, during college. She was quieter at first, but her warmth and fierce loyalty quickly made her someone you couldn’t imagine your world without. Together, the three of you had been through so much—heartbreaks, triumphs, countless study sessions fueled by coffee and laughter.
Being with them wasn’t just friendship; it was family. Every late-night conversation, every spontaneous road trip, every celebration, and even every argument had woven you closer together. And tonight, as you danced in a haze of music and joy, you realised just how much you loved them all. Life was messy, unpredictable, and sometimes painful, but with them by your side, it always felt worth it.
When the song ended, Yujin and Minju leaned over to shout above the noise. “We’re going to the bathroom,” Yujin announced. “Coming with us?”
You shook your head, breathless from dancing. “I’ll wait by the bar and grab another drink!”
They nodded, disappearing toward the restrooms, and you made your way back to the counter, sliding onto a barstool as you signaled the bartender for another drink. As you waited, you found yourself caught up in the buzz of the night, watching the crowd swirl around you, feeling a comfortable warmth settle over you.
You smiled at their banter, leaning back in your seat and taking another sip of your drink. The night was exactly what you needed—stress from the week melting away with each laugh, each beat of the music.
Just as you set your glass down, you reached for your phone resting on your lap. But in your haste, it slipped from your fingers, landing with a soft clink on the floor.
Obviously.
“Shit,” you muttered, sliding out of the booth to retrieve it. As you bent down, someone rounded the corner of the booth, their sudden presence startling you.
The collision was light but enough to make you stumble back slightly. “Oh—sorry!” you said quickly, looking up.
“No worries,” a voice replied—steady, calm, with a hint of warmth.
Your eyes lifted, and the words died in your throat. He was crouched in front of you, already holding your phone. For a moment, the bar seemed to fall silent, the background noise fading as your gaze locked on his.
Dark, slightly tousled hair fell over his forehead, framing sharp cheekbones and plump lips. His lips, curved in the faintest hint of a smile, looked impossibly soft. The dim lighting of the bar seemed to highlight every angle of his face, casting shadows that only made him seem more unreal. And his eyes—deep and warm, yet laced with something unreadable—held yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.
“Here,” he said, his voice breaking the spell as he held out your phone.
For a moment, you just stared at him, too caught off guard to respond. His hand, steady and confident, hovered between you, waiting. You blinked, shaking yourself out of the haze, and reached for the phone.
“T-Thanks,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended. Your fingers brushed his as you took it, and the brief contact sent a spark up your arm—subtle but enough to make your breath catch.
He just nodded, straightening up with an easy grace that made him seem taller than he already was. His lips twitched into a small smile, and his gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than necessary.
You scrambled to say something, anything, but your mind was blank. All you could think about was how he seemed completely at ease in the bustling chaos of the bar, as if the noise and energy bent around him rather than the other way around.
“Careful next time, yeah?,” he added, his tone light but tinged with amusement, as if he’d caught the slight flush rising in your cheeks.
“Yeah, I—sorry about that,” you mumbled, clutching your phone a little too tightly.
His smile widened just a fraction, enough to make your heart stumble over itself. “No harm done,” he said simply, giving you a slight nod before stepping back.
Just as you thought the moment was over, he hesitated, glancing back at you. His smile softened, taking on a curious edge. “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice calm but with a hint of intrigue, like he genuinely wanted to know.
You blinked, caught off guard again. “Oh, um… YN,” you managed, your voice steadier this time, though your heart still raced in your chest.
“YN…,” he repeated, almost testing it out. The way it rolled off his tongue made it sound better than it had any right to. He nodded slightly, as if committing it to memory. “Nice to meet you.”
Before you could think of what to say, he straightened up fully, offering a hand. “I’m Jake,” he said, his name smooth and effortless, just like everything about him.
Your eyes darted to his hand, and for a second, you hesitated before slipping yours into it. His grip was firm, warm, and entirely too distracting. “Nice to meet you too,” you replied, your voice quieter than you intended but at least coherent this time.
His smile widened again, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like the chaos of the bar faded away, leaving just the two of you in the middle of it all. Then, just as quickly, he released your hand and stepped back, his gaze lingering for a fraction of a second longer before he turned to disappear into the crowd.
You stood there, your phone still clutched tightly in your hand, replaying the way your name sounded when he said it.
Jake.
You stood frozen for a moment, your pulse racing as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. The noise of the bar rushed back in, almost jarring after the quiet intensity of that brief encounter.
He was hot. Way too hot.
The kind of effortlessly attractive that didn’t seem real—the sharp angles of his jawline, the way his eyes seemed to linger just enough to make your chest tighten, and that voice… that accent smooth, calm, with just enough depth to send a shiver down your spine.
You shook your head, trying to snap yourself out of it. The night wasn’t about random guys, no matter how ridiculously good-looking they were. You needed to refocus.
But as you made your way back to your seat, a pang of something familiar settled in your chest. That fleeting encounter had stirred up more than just a rush of adrenaline; it had unearthed the quiet ache you tried so hard to ignore. Love—or the idea of it—had always been complicated for you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it, or that you didn’t try. It just… never seemed to work out.
Your first relationship was supposed to be the stuff of fairytales, or so you thought. You were young, naive, and hopelessly in love with someone who made your heart race with a single glance. But it turned out to be one-sided, a dream you clung to while they kept you at arm’s length, stringing you along until they found someone better. That heartbreak was your first real taste of how cruel love could be.
Then there was the steady relationship in college. Safe, predictable, and kind. You stayed because it was comfortable, and for a while, you thought maybe that was enough. But as the months turned into years, the spark that should’ve been there never arrived. It was like trying to hold onto smoke—no matter how tightly you clung to the idea, it slipped right through your fingers. Eventually, you both let go, parting with more relief than sorrow.
And then came the whirlwind romances—the kind that started with fiery chemistry and promises whispered in the dark. They were intoxicating, consuming, and always short-lived. One by one, they left behind broken pieces: the guy who swore he wasn’t ready for a relationship right after meeting someone else, the one who seemed perfect until his lies unraveled, the one who loved you just enough to keep you hanging on but never enough to stay.
You thought of the late-night conversations that once made you believe someone truly understood you, only to watch those connections fade like distant memories. The texts that went unanswered, the dates that ended in awkward silences, the promises of “forever” that crumbled under the weight of reality. You’d been left staring at empty spaces where love was supposed to be, wondering if you were the problem—or if it was just your luck.
Now, every time you met someone new, it felt like the same story written in a different font. A spark would flicker, and you’d allow yourself to hope, only for the universe to extinguish it before it could burn brightly. Was it timing? Fate? Or were you destined to keep repeating the same pattern?
You sank into your seat, exhaling deeply as the noise of the bar swirled around you. Your friends were still in the bathroom, wondering what is taking them so long, while the music was pounding, but your thoughts were louder. As much as you adored the life you’d built with them, there was an empty space in your heart that friendship couldn’t quite fill. A part of you still yearned for someone to understand you in a way no one else ever had, to love you without conditions or doubts.
You shook your head, trying to clear the heaviness from your mind. It was silly to think like this. Love wasn’t some magical answer to everything, and you had so much to be grateful for. But still, the question lingered, haunting you like a shadow: What if it’s just not meant for me?
You felt someone slide onto the barstool beside you, far too close for comfort. You turned slightly, finding a guy—mid-twenties, slightly disheveled, with a sloppy grin plastered across his face. He was clearly well past tipsy, his eyes glazed as he looked you up and down.
“Hey there,” he slurred, leaning in with a grin that made your stomach twist with discomfort. “Haven’t seen you here before. You’re way too cute to be sitting here alone.”
You forced a polite smile, hoping to end the interaction quickly. “Thanks, but I’m just here with friends. I’m not looking for anything tonight.”
Lies. All lies.
If this named Jake was presented to you once again, you would try your luck. You only veil your face to avoid all bad encounters.
He didn’t seem to catch the hint, leaning even closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Come on, just one dance. I’m a good time, promise.”
A chill crept down your spine as you tried to shift away. “I’m really not interested. I just want to enjoy the night.”
But he persisted, his hand reaching out to brush against your arm, his fingers lingering too long. “No need to be shy. Just one dance, sweetheart. I’ll make it worth your while.”
You tensed, feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety build up. “Look,” you said, your voice firmer this time. “I said no. Please leave me alone.”
His expression darkened, his grip tightening as he sneered. “Girls like you always play hard to get. You should appreciate a guy who shows some interest.” His tone was full of contempt, his fingers pressing harder into your arm, and you felt a surge of fear creeping up.
Just as you were about to call for help, a shadow appeared over your shoulder a the light’s bar was on you. Turning, you saw him, Jake, the one you bumped into a few moments ago, this made your heart race. His expression a mask of cold fury as he took in the scene. He stepped closer, placing himself between you and the guy, his posture rigid and protective.
“She told you to leave her alone,” he said, his voice deadly calm as he looked the guy in the eye. “Back off. Now.”
The guy’s face twisted with irritation, sizing him up with a sneer. “And who the hell are you?” he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. “Are you her poor boyfriend or something?”
He didn’t waver, his gaze steady and unyielding. “Yes. So, I suggest you take the hint.”
The drunk guy scoffed, his face reddening as he staggered to his feet. “Oh, you think you’re some kind of hero? Think you can just step in?”
Jake’s expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he restrained himself. “Last chance. Walk away.”
The guy laughed, and just as the drunk guy’s swing went wide, Jake didn’t flinch. Instead, with an almost practiced precision, he stepped forward, intercepting the man’s wrist mid-air. His grip was strong, controlled, and unyielding. The drunk guy tried to pull back, but Jake didn’t let go, his fingers tightening just enough to make it clear he was in charge.
“I fucking warned you,” Jake said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made even you shiver. His eyes locked onto the man’s, steady and unrelenting, and for a moment, the drunk guy hesitated, losing balance, as if he realised he might have bitten off more than he could chew.
Jake shoved the man back, hard enough to send him stumbling into a nearby table. Glasses rattled, and a few startled patrons scrambled out of the way. The guy recovered quickly, his face twisted in anger as he charged forward again. This time, Jake sidestepped with ease, his movements fluid, almost effortless. The drunk man swung wildly again, his movements sloppy, telegraphed by every inch of his body.
Jake ducked, narrowly avoiding the fist, and countered with a swift jab to the man’s ribs. The sound of the impact was sharp, and the guy doubled over, gasping for breath. But he wasn’t done. Fueled by anger and likely more alcohol than common sense, he lunged again, his arms flailing as he tried to grab Jake.
Jake blocked him with a forearm, twisting the man’s arm in a calculated motion that sent him sprawling to the floor. The crowd around you had grown larger now, the music fading into the background as people murmured and watched the scene unfold.
The guy scrambled to his feet, his face red and wild with fury. He charged once more, this time managing to grab Jake by the collar. For a split second, you thought Jake might actually lose his footing, but he planted his feet firmly and shoved the man off with enough force to send him crashing into a nearby chair.
“Enough,” Jake said, his voice firm, his breathing steady despite the skirmish. His eyes burned with a quiet intensity, daring the man to try again. “Walk the fuck away. Now.”
The guy staggered to his feet, his balance unsteady, but the fight was gone from his eyes. He wiped at his mouth, muttering curses under his breath as he backed away, shooting Jake a glare that was more bravado than anything else. The crowd parted as he stumbled off, a few people shaking their heads or laughing at his retreat.
Jake didn’t move, his stance still guarded as he watched the man disappear into the sea of people. Only when he was certain the guy was gone did he turn back to you.
Jake turned to you, his gaze softening instantly as the tension in his shoulders eased. His voice, calm and steady now, carried a note of concern that made your chest tighten. “Ar-Are you okay?” he asked, his tone gentle, but his eyes searched yours intently, his breath unsteady, as if making sure you weren’t just saying you were fine.
“I—I think so,” you stammered, the adrenaline still making your hands tremble. “Jake, I—”
Your words trailed off as your eyes drifted downward, catching a small but unmistakable streak of red on the side of his face. It wasn’t much—a thin line just above his cheek and his lip bleeding, where the guy must have landed a lucky hit—but the sight of it made your stomach flip.
“You’re bleeding,” you blurted, stepping closer instinctively.
Jake frowned slightly, confused, before lifting a hand to his forehead. When he pulled it back, his fingers were smeared with blood. “Fuck,” he muttered, looking at his hands, “It’s fine.”
“Jake, you—” you started, but he interrupted you with a shake of his head.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said firmly, his voice low but comforting. “It’s just a scratch.”
But you couldn’t help worrying. The thought of him getting hurt—even slightly—because of you made your chest tighten with guilt. “It’s not just a scratch,” you countered, your voice trembling. “You shouldn’t have—”
“I should have,” Jake cut in, his gaze steady, grounding. “And I’d do it again. No one gets to treat you like that.”
The sincerity in his voice made your breath catch. He didn’t just say it to reassure you—it was a fact, plain and simple. But even as his words settled in your chest, the sight of his blood nagged at you.
“Come here,” you said softly, taking his hand before he could protest. You guided him to a quieter corner of the bar, away from the curious eyes of the crowd, and pulled a tissue from your bag.
Jake watched you, his expression unreadable as you reached up to gently dab at the cut. “You don’t have to fuss over me,” he murmured, but he didn’t pull away.
“Let me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, the warmth of his presence making your heart race even more than the fight had.
The cut wasn’t deep, but the closeness of the moment was overwhelming. You could feel the faint heat of his skin under your fingertips, and every steady breath he took seemed to echo in your chest. When you finally pulled back, his gaze caught yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade.
“See?” he said softly, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Good as new.”
You shook your head, your fingers still hovering near the cut on his forehead. “No, Jake,” you said softly, a firm edge to your voice despite the rush of emotions flooding you. “It’s not good as new. You’re bleeding, and I can’t just pretend like it’s fine.”
He blinked, clearly taken aback by your insistence. His lips quirked, almost like he was about to brush it off, but when he saw the seriousness in your eyes, his expression softened. “It’s just a scratch, really,” he muttered, but the faint trace of doubt in his tone made you certain he wasn’t entirely convinced.
You took a step closer, your gaze steady as you reached out, gently touching his arm. “Please, Jake,” you said quietly, the concern in your voice almost making your heart ache. “I don’t care if it’s small. I don’t want you walking around like this. Please, let me take care of that for you. My place is nearby.”
There was a brief, hesitant pause as he looked at you, his dark eyes searching your face, trying to gauge whether you were serious or just caught up in the chaos of the moment.
“I’m fine,” he repeated, his tone more soft than dismissive, though there was still an underlying stubbornness in it. “It’s nothing.”
You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest, as if your words could somehow make him understand. “It’s not nothing. Please. I want you to come with me. You don’t have to do this alone.” Your voice softened, more pleading now, the worry seeping through.
Jake exhaled, his shoulders tense for a moment before he finally nodded, the tension in his face easing just slightly. “Alright,” he said, his voice quiet, almost reluctant. “If it’ll make you feel better.”
Relief washed over you as you gave a small, thankful nod, your heart beating faster as he moved closer to you, allowing you to lead him through the bar. Your chest felt tight, not just from the proximity to someone you didn’t know, but from the rush of emotions that this sudden shift in the night had brought. There was something about his presence, the way he’d stepped in without hesitation, that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t fully understand.
You didn’t know him, not really. But in this moment, with the music fading away in the background and only the hum of your own thoughts surrounding you, it felt like you were both in this together—strangers thrown into an unexpected connection, brought together by more than just the chaos of a fight.
After guiding Jake into your apartment, the buzz of the bar still lingered faintly in your mind, but all you could focus on now was the blood staining his face. He followed you silently down the hallway to your bathroom, not saying a word, just holding his gaze steady on you. There was something in his silence, a quiet acceptance, as though he knew he’d put himself in this position and didn’t expect anything in return.
You pointed to the edge of the bathtub, nodding. “Sit down.”
He sat, his movements a little stiff, and you pulled over a chair from the kitchen, placing it directly in front of him. Without looking at him, you took a breath, letting yourself focus on the task at hand, and opened your first aid kit. You’d treated small cuts and bruises before, but seeing the fresh wounds on his face—the swelling starting to color his cheek, the small cut on his lip that was still oozing blood—made you bite back a twinge of guilt.
You poured antiseptic onto a cotton pad, glancing up only to say, “This is going to sting, so try not to move.”
He nodded once, his expression unreadable, but his eyes didn’t leave yours.
You leaned forward, bringing the cotton pad to the cut on his cheek. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, and you felt him stiffen slightly as the cold pad touched his skin, but he stayed still, silent, his jaw clenched to hold back any reaction. His eyes flicked down to watch your movements, his breath steady and controlled.
When you adjusted your grip, needing to steady his face, your hand found its way to the side of his jaw. The warmth of his skin was a surprising contrast to the cold antiseptic, and the moment your fingers brushed against him, you could feel the subtle tension in his jaw under your fingertips. But he didn’t move, his gaze unwavering, locked onto yours as if there was nowhere else he could possibly look.
You moved slowly, carefully, cleaning each cut with precision. “Stay still,” you murmured softly when he flinched slightly, your other hand pressing just a little firmer to keep his face steady. The subtle pressure of his cheek against your palm felt strangely intimate, more grounding than you expected.
When you reached his lip, you hesitated for just a beat, meeting his eyes. The cut there was deeper, and you knew this would hurt more than the others. “Just…don’t move,” you whispered, almost to yourself.
As the cotton pad touched his lip, he let out a faint, almost inaudible sound of pain, his brows drawing together, but he didn’t flinch. His gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes dark and intent. You could feel his breath, warm and shallow, mingling with yours in the narrow space between you. Neither of you spoke, the silence pressing down like a weight, heavy and intense. You were close enough to catch every small detail of his face—the way his gaze softened, the hint of tension still lingering in his expression.
The cotton pad fell from your hand, forgotten on the floor, as Jake’s grip tightened around your wrist. His breaths came fast, shallow, the faint rise and fall of his chest brushing against yours. His lips parted slightly, his tongue darting out to wet them as he leaned in closer, his dark eyes searching yours with a hunger that made your pulse race.
“Jake,” you began, trying to reach for another cotton pad, but his hand shot out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.
“Don’t,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, cracking slightly. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, his expression wrecked with need. “Don’t pull away. Please—please just let me…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his words almost frantic. “I want you so bad, doll. I can’t—I can’t think straight.”
Your brows furrowed as you tried to stay focused. “Jake, your lip—your knuckles—they could get infected—”
“Fuck the wounds,” he interrupted, his voice a little louder, a little more desperate, trembling with restraint. His hand slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the chaos in his expression. “Please, doll, lemme just—please… just once.” His words were rushed, tumbling over each other like he couldn’t get them out fast enough. “I’ll make you feel good—so good. I swear.”
He made you approach him, making you sit on his lap, holding you firmly by your hips.
You opened your mouth to protest again, but his lips brushed against your temple, soft and pleading, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Shh, don’t—don’t push me away. Lemme have you. Just once, yeah?” He tilted his head, his forehead pressing against yours, his voice cracking with raw desperation. “Say yes. Just say yes. I need you—fuck, wan’ fuck you so bad.”
Your heart raced, his words hitting you like a freight train. The way he looked at you, the way his hands trembled as they roamed from your face to your hips, holding you like you might slip away, made your resolve crumble. You knew it wasn’t going to be just once—you could see it in his eyes, the kind of need that wouldn’t be satisfied by a single moment.
“Jake…” you breathed, barely able to get his name out.
He took it as confirmation, crashing his lips against yours before you could take it back. His kiss was desperate, almost frantic, his teeth grazing your lower lip as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. “God, you’re perfect,” he mumbled between kisses, his voice rough and uneven. “So-So perfect.”
Jake’s lips moved against yours with a hunger that left no room for thought, only sensation. His fingers dug into your waist, gripping you tightly as though he feared you’d slip away. His body pressed against yours, heat radiating from him, and you could feel the tremble in his hands, the restraint he was barely holding onto slipping with every second.
The metallic tang of his blood lingered faintly between your lips, a reminder of his split lip, but he didn’t seem to care, and neither you did. If anything, the pain only seemed to fuel him, his kisses growing rougher, messier. His teeth grazed your bottom lip before his tongue swept over it, coaxing your mouth open, and when you gave in, the groan that rumbled in his chest sent shivers through you.
His hands roamed over your body with a desperate kind of reverence, slipping under your shirt to find bare skin. His palms were rough, his touch firm yet shaking, like he was barely holding himself together. He trailed his fingers along your sides, up to your ribs, his thumbs brushing against sensitive skin, the contact sending heat pooling low in your belly.
Jake’s mouth left yours, moving down to your jawline, his lips hot and wet against your skin. You let out a soft moan as he kissed his way to the curve of your neck, his breath fanning against the sensitive spot just below your ear before his teeth nipped at it, making your head fall back with a sharp gasp. He soothed the sting with his tongue, his lips lingering there as though marking you.
“Feel so good— you feel so good… But I—I know you’d feel—fuck— better around me.” His words made you let out a loud whimper in between the kisses and you could feel your pussy clenching just by his words, dripping your panties soaking wet.
His body was pressed so tightly against yours you could feel every shift, every tremor. His hips pressed forward instinctively, and you could feel the hard bulge of his arousal against your thigh. His breathing was ragged, uneven, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands sliding lower to grip your hips, pulling them flush against his.
Jake’s lips moved again, trailing down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing and nipping as he pushed your shirt up higher, exposing more skin to his touch. His grip tightened, his thumbs stroking slow, deliberate circles into your sides, leaving a trail of fire wherever they passed.
“Princess, you feel so good,” he muttered, his voice husky, filled with both awe and desperation. His lips moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your shoulder and across your chest. You gasped as he nipped at your skin, his hands gripping your hips to pull you closer, as though the inches between you were too much to bear.
“Jake,” you breathed, your voice trembling as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently to bring his mouth back to yours. The kiss was feverish, his lips moving against yours with a need that left you lightheaded. His hands slid down, gripping the backs of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
Without breaking the kiss, Jake carried you to the bathroom large counter basin, his movements steady but laced with urgency. The cool edge of the counter pressed against your thighs as he set you down, his body slotting perfectly between your legs. His hands roamed over your sides, your waist, up to your ribs, his touch both reverent and possessive.
“You’re driving me insane,” he whispered against your lips, his voice cracking with emotion. “Fuck—wanna fuck you.”
His words made your stomach flip with things you haven’t felt for a long time. He pulled back just enough to tug your shirt over your head, discarding it carelessly to the floor. His gaze dropped to your exposed skin, his eyes dark and heavy with desire as they traced every curve and line of your body. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, his hands trembling slightly as they slid up your torso to cup your breasts.
You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as his thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks. His lips followed, pressing hot, lingering kisses along the swell of your chest before he dipped lower, his tongue teasing the edge of your bra. The heat of his mouth, combined with the cool air of the bathroom, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
“Jake, please,” you whispered, your voice cracking as your hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“Please what, baby?” he teased, his voice a low rasp as he glanced up at you, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything,” you managed to choke out, your breath hitching as his hands slid behind your back, deftly unhooking your bra and letting it fall between you. His eyes darkened further, his lips parting slightly as he took you in.
His hands cupped your bare breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples with a deliberate slowness that had you trembling beneath him. His mouth followed, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks before his lips closed around one, sucking gently. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips.
Jake’s free hand slid down your side, his fingers gripping your thigh as he pressed himself closer, his hips grinding into yours. The friction drew a sharp gasp from you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself against the wave of heat coursing through you.
“You feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice low and uneven. “Can’t get enough of you, baby. Never.”
His lips left your chest, trailing down your stomach with an almost maddening slowness. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his mouth left a trail of kisses along your skin, each one more lingering than the last.
The mirror behind you fogged slightly from the heat between you, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. Jake pulled back for just a moment, his chest heaving as he looked at you, his hair disheveled and his lips swollen. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern despite the haze of desire in his eyes.
You nodded, your fingers brushing against his jaw as you pulled him back down to you. “I’m more than okay. Just… don’t stop.”
Jake’s lips moved languidly against your neck, his kisses deepening with each second as his hands roamed over your waist. The heat of his touch sent shivers through your skin, every stroke of his fingers deliberate, measured, like he wanted to memorize every curve. His stubble scraped lightly against your jaw as his lips found that sensitive spot below your ear, earning a soft gasp from you that made him smirk.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he nipped at your skin, soothing the spot with his tongue.
You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice faltered as his lips found yours again, his kiss deep and consuming. His hands wandered lower, fingers grazing the edge of your skirt. The teasing touch made your breath hitch, a small whimper escaping you that only seemed to spur him on.
Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours. “Tell me if this is too much,” he murmured, his voice soft yet strained, his hands still against your hips. His expression was one of restraint, but his desire was unmistakable—the way his pupils were blown wide, the way his chest heaved with every shallow breath.
“It’s not too much,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “Please… I want this.”
His lips curved into a faint smile, equal parts relief and hunger, before he let his hands slip lower, his fingers tracing over the fabric of your skirt. He didn’t rush. Every movement was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment, building anticipation with every touch. He dragged his thumb along the waistband, his knuckles brushing the skin beneath, his eyes never leaving yours as he gauged your reaction.
“Baby, you’re already shaking,” he said softly, his voice tinged with amusement and affection.
You couldn’t respond, your body already trembling under the weight of his touch, his words. Jake leaned in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that was almost lazy in its intensity, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that left you breathless. One of his hands trailed up your back, his fingers splaying across your bare skin as he pulled you closer, while the other slipped under your skirt, his fingertips grazing over the thin fabric beneath.
He paused, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered, “Is this okay?”
You nodded quickly, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Jake.”
The permission seemed to undo him. His hand slipped lower, his fingers exploring you through the thin barrier of your underwear. His touch was light at first, almost maddeningly so, as he traced slow circles that made your thighs tense and your breath catch. He watched your face intently, his own expression a mix of awe and focus, as if every reaction you gave him was fuel to his fire.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He applied more pressure, his fingers moving in deliberate, teasing strokes that left you squirming against his hand. The friction was just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to send you over the edge. Jake seemed to revel in it, his smirk widening every time you let out a soft whimper or a shaky gasp.
“You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice tinged with awe. “Every little sound you make… it’s driving me insane.” His thumb brushed over your clit, the slow, circular motion making your hips buck against his hand. His other hand gripped your waist, steadying you as he continued, his movements unhurried but deliberate.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips found your neck again, sucking and nipping at your skin in a way that made your entire body burn. “Jake,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as you arched into his touch. “Please…”
“Not yet,” he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. “I’m not done with you, baby. I want to take my time.”
And he did. His fingers moved with agonizing precision, alternating between teasing and deliberate pressure, his other hand tracing up and down your back in soothing strokes. The discrepancy between the two sensations had you trembling, your body caught in a whirlwind of pleasure that built slowly, relentlessly.
Jake’s lips found yours again, his kiss slow and deep, his tongue sweeping against yours as he swallowed your soft gasps and whimpers. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “I never want this to end.”
His fingers quickened slightly, the change in pace making your breath hitch as the tension in your body grew unbearable. Every stroke, every circle, every teasing flick of his thumb sent you higher, the pleasure building in slow, deliberate waves that left you clinging to him.
“Jake, I—I can’t,” you gasped, your voice trembling as your hands gripped his shoulders for support. “It’s too much…”
“hm, is it?,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding, softly chuckling at you, his lips brushing against your temple. He slowed down the pace and took off his fingers from you, watching your breath slow down.
His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, and his hands slid up your sides to tangle in your hair.
“Where…” he started, his voice hoarse and low, the words catching in his throat. He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone as his lips ghosted over yours again, barely able to stay away. “Where’s your room?” he rasped, his voice breaking as he struggled to form the words through the haze of want.
You blinked, your mind spinning as his lips found your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. “What?” you managed, your voice shaky, almost drowned out by the sound of your pulse pounding in your ears.
Jake groaned, his teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder before pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were wild, his pupils blown wide, his expression an intoxicating mix of desperation and reverence. “Your room,” he repeated, barely a whisper, his words slurred together as though he couldn’t form them properly. “Where is it? Tell me—please.”
The rawness in his voice made your chest tighten, your breath hitching as you saw the sheer need etched into every line of his face. He was trembling slightly, his hands gripping your hips like you were the only thing keeping him steady.
“In front of the bathroom,” you finally whispered, your voice soft but firm. “Just here.”
Jake let out a shaky exhale, his forehead pressing against yours as a faint, almost relieved smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Good God, thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he kissed you again, slower this time but no less passionate. His lips moved against yours with a sense of purpose, his hands sliding down to your thighs as he stood, lifting you again with ease.
Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms looping around his neck as he carried you out of the bathroom, his movements hurried but careful. His lips never left yours, the kiss deepening with every step as though he couldn’t bear to stop even for a second.
As Jake’s lips moved against yours, you detached one of your arms from his shoulder to open the door, still kissing each other, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it gently, drawing soft gasps from you that only spurred him on.
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, making their way to your two round cheeks, his body pressing into yours with every step, the heat between you building to an unbearable intensity.
As soon as you opened the door, he nudged the door open with his shoulder, kicking it closed behind him before pressing you against the wall. The cool surface against your back was a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, his lips moving to your jaw, your neck, trailing lower with every kiss.
“Wanted you the second I saw you,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough and uneven, every word dripping with need. “Fuck I— I just couldn’t stop myself. Can’t stop.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his hands roamed over your body, memorizing every curve and dip. The moment felt like it would consume you both, the overwhelming need, the love, the want—all of it crashing together like a wave you couldn’t escape, and you didn’t want to. “Stop talking and keep on kissing me.”
Jake’s breath hitched, his lips pressing against your neck your hands slid under his shirt, fingers grazing his toned stomach, carefully passing your fingertips over his nipples, earning a low, shaky curse from him. He bit down on his lip, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into your touch, letting out a choked, “Please… don’t stop, baby. Don’t fucking stop.”
Jake held you tight as he moved away from the wall, carrying you toward the bed. He lowered you down carefully, his hands framing your face as he hovered above you, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
“You okay?” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing over your cheek. His eyes were wide, earnest, his vulnerability on full display.
You nodded, your chest heaving as you cupped his face, your voice soft but sure. “I’m okay, Jake. You?”
He nodded back and bit his lower lips hard.
His fingers traced lazy circles over your side, the gentle touch igniting a warmth beneath your skin. His hands came to your chest, his fingers slightly pinching your nipples.
His eyes darkened, his breathing uneven as he drank you in. “So gorgeous for me,” he breathed, scanning your whole body as he trailed one of his hand down your sides, his touch both reverent and possessive. “My good girl. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“F-Fuck…,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he dipped his head, his lips pressing against the curve of your breast. He kissed his way lower, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin before his lips closed around your nipple, sucking gently. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you, your back arching as a broken moan escaped your lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against your skin, his voice muffled but laced with need. His free hand trailed down your side, gripping your waist as he lavished attention on you, switching between your breasts, his mouth hot and insistent as his fingers kneaded and teased. “Taste so good… feel even better.”
The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his hands, and the low, desperate sounds he made as he touched you had you melting beneath him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. You gasped, your nails scraping lightly against his scalp as you tugged him closer. “Please… more.”
Jake’s lips left your skin with a faint pop, and he looked up at you, his chest heaving, his lips wet and slightly swollen. “Anything for you,” he rasped, leaning back up to kiss you again, his hands still roaming over your body as he pressed you deeper into the mattress.
You just nod firmly to his words and bit your lip. His lips curved into a faint, relieved smile before he leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, trailing lower until his lips hovered just above the swell of your breast.
Jake’s lips curved into a soft, almost boyish smile.“I wanted to fuck you so badly,” he paused in between kisses, “but fuck i wanna eat the shit out of you now.”
Your breath hitched, his words sending a wave of heat through your body. Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, that need in you making you even more impatient. Jake’s kisses grew slower, more deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every inch of you.
“Jake…” you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper, shaky with anticipation.
He hummed against your skin, the vibrations making you tremble. “Say it,” he murmured, his lips trailing even lower, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
You swallowed hard, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. “I… I do,” you admitted, your voice breaking with the weight of the truth.
Jake’s smile widened, dark and full of promise. “I love it,” he whispered, his hands sliding down your sides.
Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word left you breathless, and when his hands lifted your skirt, he paused, glancing up at you with hooded eyes, his lips slightly swollen. “Can I?” he asked, his voice barely steady, a faint stutter betraying his nerves despite the heat in his gaze.
“Yes,” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging gently. “Please, Jake.”
That was all he needed. He lifted your skirt and tugged your panties aside, his breath hitching as he took you in, his pupils blown wide with desire. “God, look at you,” he murmured, almost to himself, his hands splaying across your thighs, spreading them gently as he settled between them. “So wet for me, is that right?”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips soft but deliberate, the stubble on his jaw scraping against your skin and leaving a delicious burn in its wake. “Gonna make you feel so good, princess,” he said, his voice a low, shaky promise. “You’re gonna come undone for me, right? Creaming on my tongue. Be my good girl, yeah?”
The way his voice dipped sent heat coursing through you, your breath hitching as you tangled your fingers in the sheets, anticipation making your whole body ache. Jake’s eyes never left yours as he pressed another kiss higher up your thigh, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady.
You never thought it would come to this—this level of intimacy, of trust, of vulnerability. You literally met him a few hours ago in a bar, where you just wanted to chill out with your friends after a miserable week. And now Jake was here, literally about to bring down all the stars from the universe to put them inside of you. His words replayed in your mind, a heady mix of sweetness and hunger that left you trembling under his touch.
Every kiss he trailed along your skin ignited a fire within you, each deliberate movement a testament to his care, his devotion. You tried to focus on breathing, but it was impossible when his hands were holding you with such possession, his fingers digging gently into your skin as if anchoring you to this moment.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The sound of his voice was rough, needy, but there was also an edge of gentleness that made your chest tighten. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the restraint it took for him to move so slowly, so deliberately. He was savoring you, and the realisation sent a shiver down your spine.
Jake looked up at you, his eyes dark and hooded, but beneath the haze of desire, there was something deeper—something raw and unguarded. He wasn’t just touching you; he was worshiping you, treating you like something precious, like this moment was something he never wanted to end. It made your heart ache in the most exquisite way, a blend of love and lust that left you completely at his mercy.
“Don’t hold back those pretty noises from your mouth, okay?” he insisted softly, his voice breaking through the haze of your thoughts. His thumb traced soothing circles on your hip, grounding you.
You nodded, unable to find your voice, but the way your body responded to him said everything. His lips curved into a small smile, the kind that always melted you, and he leaned in to press a kiss just above your knee. “Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise made your stomach tighten, a whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it.
He chuckled, low and teasing, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “That’s it,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back on me.”
And then he let his tongue glide over you, slow and deliberate, his lips curling into a smirk when your back arched off the bed, a broken moan escaping your lips. “Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he murmured, his voice rough and uneven. “Could stay down here forever.”
You gasped, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging gently as he worked you over with a skill that left you trembling. Every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, every deliberate motion had you spiraling, and Jake’s low groans against your skin only spurred you higher.
Here you were, letting him take you apart in the most beautiful way. He was so deliberate, so focused, and every touch felt like a revelation, like he was teaching you something new about yourself.
Your head fell back against the pillows, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as waves of sensation coursed through you. It was overwhelming—the way Jake’s tongue moved, slow and unhurried, like he was savoring you. Every deliberate stroke was precise, calculated, and yet infused with a hunger that left you unraveling under his touch. You tugged at his hair harder, your fingertips grazing his scalp, and the guttural groan that escaped his lips sent a fresh wave of heat spiraling through your body.
Jake looked up at you then, his eyes dark and glazed but sharp with intent, his lips glistening as he paused to murmur, “That’s it. K-Keep making those pretty noises for me.” The sight of him between your legs, his jaw tight with restraint, his cheeks flushed, was enough to steal the breath from your lungs. He was gorgeous like this—wild yet controlled, completely lost in you yet entirely aware of every reaction you gave him.
The way his tongue flicked against you, followed by the soft scrape of his teeth, had you moaning louder, your hands fisting the sheets beside you. And his noise, his perfect big nose tickling your clit every tongue flicks had you biting your lips really hard.
It wasn’t just the physical pleasure that had you spiralling—it was everything. The way Jake’s hands gripped your thighs, his fingers pressing into your skin as if he needed to feel every inch of you. The way his brows furrowed in concentration, the little hums and groans he made as though he couldn’t get enough. It was almost too much, the intensity of his focus, the way he looked at you like you were his only purpose.
“Jake,” you whimpered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. The sound of it seemed to spur him on, his movements growing more purposeful, his lips sealing around you as he let out a muffled groan that vibrated against your skin.
You felt like you were floating, weightless, as if the world outside this room had ceased to exist. It was just you and him, every shared breath, every stolen glance, every whispered promise blending into something indescribably perfect.
“Baby, you taste so good,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, raw with desire. The desperation in his tone made your heart clench, your body arching into him as his grip tightened on your hips. His stubble grazed your skin again, the burn contrasting deliciously with the softness of his tongue, and you couldn’t stop the cry that escaped your lips.
Your thighs trembled against his hold, and he made a sound deep in his throat, half-growl, half-moan, that sent another surge of heat rushing through you. The way he moved—so confident, so sure of himself, yet entirely attuned to you—had your head spinning. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve in your body alive and electric, and Jake was the only thing grounding you.
The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the wet noises of his mouth on you, and his low, satisfied hums that sent vibrations straight to your core. His eyes flicked up to meet yours again, and the intensity in his gaze made your stomach tighten. He didn’t look away, didn’t let you hide, and the vulnerability of it made your heart ache in the best way.
Suddenly, he pulls his face back and opens his mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice tight and strained. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lashes fluttering as if he was struggling to hold himself together. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….”
You blinked up at him, your mind still foggy, and it hit you all at once—the tension in his body, the way he couldn’t stay still, the unmistakable hardness pressing into the mattress. He was aching for you, suffering in the best way, and the realisation made your breath hitch.
“J-Jake…?,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with concern.
He opened his eyes then, dark and stormy, his pupils blown wide with desire. “I’m fine,” he said quickly, though the way his hips rocked involuntarily against the bed betrayed him. “It’s just—fuck—you’re so fucking perfect, and I can’t—” He cut himself off with a frustrated groan, his head dropping on your thigh as he tried to steady his breathing.
His forehead rested against your thigh, the heat of his breath ghosting over your skin, making your stomach twist in anticipation. His shoulders trembled, rising and falling with every uneven gasp he let out, the tension in his body palpable. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin like he was holding on for dear life, trying to ground himself in the moment. His lips brushed against your thigh, barely grazing the sensitive skin there, and when he spoke, his voice was cracked, raw, and dripping with desperation.
“L-let me eat you again,” he stammered, the words tumbling out in a broken whisper. “P-please…” His voice wavered as he squeezed his eyes shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip like he was physically trying to stop himself.
The way his shoulders shuddered against your legs made your breath hitch, and the rasp in his tone betrayed the internal battle he was losing. “I—I need it,” he pleaded, forehead pressing harder into your thigh, his grip on you tightening. “Just one more time. Please.”
Before you could even process a response, his body gave out, and he slumped back into place, pressing himself against you with a choked, guttural groan. “F-fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, the curse spilling out involuntarily as his hips shifted against the mattress. The friction made him jolt, a sharp, broken moan tearing from his throat, raw and desperate.
He rested his face back on your thigh, his voice trembling as he muttered, “I’m—shit, I’m trying so hard.” The frustration in his tone was matched only by the overwhelming need that radiated from him, his struggle to hold back unraveling with every passing second.
“Please, Jake,” you said again, this time more firmly, your hands threading into his hair and holding his face. He lifted his head to look at you, his brows furrowed and his lips parted, and the burden in those puppy eyes expression made your chest tighten.
“You’re grinding on the bed,” you pointed out softly, and his cheeks flushed, the faintest hint of embarrassment flashing across his features before he let out a breathless laugh.
“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I’m sorry, I-I couldn’t help it. Watching you like that, hearing you…” He trailed off, groaning as went up on you, feeling his body pressed lightly against yours, his face now buried in the crook of your neck. “You’re driving me so insane.”
You could feel his need, the way he was barely holding himself together, and it sent a thrill through you.
“I didn’t mean to…” he started, but you cut him off by making him face you and kiss him, your lips moving against his with a fervor that surprised even you.
The heat of him, the way his weight pinned you to the mattress—it was overwhelming in the best way, and you felt a rush of exhilaration at the thought of how much you affected him, letting out that delicious deep whimper from his lips.
“Let me help you,” you murmured against his mouth, and the sound he made—a low, broken moan—was all the confirmation you needed that you’d just unraveled him completely. “Yeah?”
Yet, you thought for now.
Your gaze trailed over his face—the sharp curve of his jaw, his slightly parted lips, and the way his lashes fluttered against his flushed cheeks. His dark eyes, glassy with a mix of need and restraint, flickered down to meet yours, and for a moment, the intensity of his gaze made your chest ache. He looked wrecked, completely undone, and it made your pulse quicken.
You could feel the tension coiled in his body, every muscle taut beneath your touch as if he was holding himself back with everything he had. His hands gripped the sheets beside your head, knuckles white from the strain, and his hips pressed against yours in barely restrained desperation.
Jake’s body moved against yours instinctively, his hips grinding in slow, deliberate rolls. Each motion radiated heat, his desperation palpable as though he was chasing any sliver of relief. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against your skin. His head dipped closer, and you could feel his breath—hot, uneven, and shaky—fan over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
Then, he pressed down harder. The unrestrained intensity of his movements left your breath hitching, the unexpected friction catching you off guard. You felt him—hard and aching against you—and your body reacted instinctively. A soft whimper escaped your lips, unbidden, and your chest heaved as the raw, overwhelming sensation coursed through you like a tidal wave.
For a fleeting moment, he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, and the sight made your chest tighten. His pupils were blown wide, dark with desperation, and you could see the glistening wetness pooling at the corners of his lashes. He looked utterly wrecked, as if he was on the verge of breaking, consumed by the unbearable tension coiling through his body. The quiet vulnerability in his gaze spoke volumes, a raw plea that words couldn’t fully convey.
“H-Hey…,” you stammered, voice shaky and barely above a whisper. The air felt charged, thick with tension, as the sound of your staggered breathing mixed with the faint creak of the mattress beneath you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, seeking some anchor, but even that wasn’t enough to steady you. Your hips shifted, pressing into him without thought, driven purely by instinct.
The response was immediate—a sharp, broken groan tore from his throat. His head dipped lower, his lips brushing along your jaw, their touch damp and burning. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered, his voice cracking with strain, though his hips didn’t stop their deliberate grinding. “I c-can’t—fuck—I can’t stop.”
His words spilled out in shaky gasps, his breaths as uneven as your own. Each exhale was ragged, brushing hotly against your neck, leaving your skin tingling in its wake. His body trembled with the effort to hold himself back, but the way his hips moved—slow and deliberate, yet uncontrollably trembling—betrayed how close he was to completely unraveling.
The friction between you was maddening. Each press of his body against yours sent a jolt of heat spiraling through you, leaving your stomach tight and your head spinning. Another whimper slipped past your lips, unbidden, and you felt your cheeks flush hotly. Your reaction only seemed to drive him further. His hips rolled with more urgency, the tension in his body almost overwhelming as though he were consumed entirely by the moment.
“F-fuck,” Jake groaned, his voice breaking as his fingers curled into the sheets beside you. His knuckles turned white with the effort of restraining himself, but his hips refused to stop. “I-I can cum in a minute,” he choked out, his words tumbling free in a desperate, breathless rush.
Your eyes locked, and the vulnerability in his gaze shook you to your core. His pupils were blown wide, his brows furrowed in frustration, his lips trembling as if the weight of his desire was too much to bear. “I c-can’t—can’t think—” he stammered, his voice faltering as he pressed down harder against you, letting out a small cry.
His next motion was sharper, more forceful, and you gasped as the friction sent sparks of heat coursing through you. The feel of him—solid, hot, and impossibly hard—pressed against you left you breathless, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Your body arched instinctively, your limbs trembling as a soft whimper escaped your lips again.
Jake’s head fell to your shoulder, his breath now harsher, uneven gasps fanning over your skin. His hands gripped the sheets tighter, his whole body shuddering as a strangled sound escaped his throat—a mix of a groan and a desperate whine.
“Fuck,” he muttered again, his voice barely audible. He rocked his hips forward, slower this time, as though the motion itself was agonizing. “I—I can’t…” he started, sucking in a sharp breath, his head lifting slightly. When his eyes met yours again, they were glossy and desperate, his cheeks flushed deeply. “It… it h-hurts,” he admitted, his voice shaking, as though saying it out loud made the weight of his need even heavier.
“Please… please…”chocking out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
The confession hit you hard, your chest tightening at the sight of him so completely undone. His brows knit together, his lips quivering as he let out another broken groan. “I’m so hard it hurts,” he whispered, the words strained, almost inaudible, like they carried the weight of everything he couldn’t say.
You could feel the faint tremor in his body, the way his hips continued their movements against you, as though stopping wasn’t an option. He was consumed—helpless in the face of his own desire—and the sheer intensity of his need made your breath come faster. Your heart raced in time with his, and every brush of his body against yours sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
“I know,” you murmured softly, your voice trembling as you reached up to cup his face. His skin was hot to the touch, damp from exertion, and his hair clung to his forehead in messy strands. His gaze was pleading, desperate, and the sheer vulnerability in his expression made your chest ache.
“I’ve got you,” you whispered, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks in a soothing gesture. The words were soft, gentle, but firm, grounding him in the moment. His breath hitched at your touch, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if he was letting himself trust you.
Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging slightly as you pressed your forehead against his. “Let me help you now,” you murmured again, your voice steady despite the trembling in your chest. His response was immediate—a low, broken groan as his body tensed beneath your touch, his need spilling over and consuming you both.
He lifted his head, his eyes glassy as he looked at you, his lips trembling slightly as he tried to form words. “Y-you don’t—” He stopped, shaking his head as if to clear it, his brows knitting together in frustration. “You don’t h-have to—”
“Shh,” you whispered, your fingers gently caressing his lips. He let out a quiet gasp, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again, wide and full of raw emotion. “I want to.”
His eyes burned into yours, a mixture of desperation and longing so palpable it left you breathless. “Please,” he murmured, his voice breaking just slightly as he leaned closer, his lips hovering near yours. “Just… touch me. Make it better.”
His lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, his breath hitched, and his gaze dropped to where your hands rested against his chest. You could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your palm, erratic and unsteady, and it mirrored your own. Slowly, you shifted forward, your fingers gently curling around his shoulders as you guided him back.
“Let me,” you whispered softly, your voice steady but laced with warmth. Jake’s breath shuddered as he allowed you to push him gently, his body leaning back until he settled against the headboard. The sight of him there, vulnerable and flushed, sent a wave of warmth through you.
You knelt in front of him, your fingers trailing lightly over his chest, tracing the lines of his torso. His body tensed and relaxed beneath your touch, his breathing growing heavier with each soft caress. His eyes never left yours, wide and filled with an unmistakable mix of nervousness and desire.
Your hands moving hesitantly to the pants button. Your fingers fumbled briefly with it before undoing it, the sound of the zipper loud in the heavy silence. He pushed his pants down his hips with deliberate slowness, his cheeks flushed as he avoided your gaze.
Your hand then traveled to the next remaining fabric, grazing the hem of his underwear, the warmth radiating from him palpable. His muscles twitched beneath your fingers as you moved your hand over the fabric, feeling the heat and tension that had been building between you. A soft gasp escaped his lips, his hips shifting slightly in response to your touch.
“Relax,” you murmured, your voice soothing as your hand stroked along the waistband. Jake swallowed hard, nodding slightly as he leaned further back, his trust in you evident.
Your fingers hooked around the waistband of his underwear, the fabric stretched taut against the tension in the air. Jake’s breaths came in shaky gasps, his chest rising and falling erratically as he watched your every move. Slowly, you tugged the elastic downward, the soft fabric sliding over his hips and thighs.
Your fingers froze for a moment, your breath hitching as his length sprang free, slapping against his abdomen with a faint, wet sound. It stood tall and proud, the tip an angry, flushed red, glistening with beads of precum already dripping down the veins that lined the length. It throbbed visibly, almost demanding attention, and the sheer size of it made your chest tighten, a mix of surprise and heat rushing through your body.
“Jake…” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with shock as your eyes darted back up to his face. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and his eyes, dark and glassy, flickered nervously as if he was trying to gauge your reaction.
“I told you…” he stammered, his voice low and shaky, barely holding himself together. “I’ve been… holding it back… and I can’t anymore.” His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white as his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.
You swallowed hard, your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as you let your fingers drift instinctively to his thigh. His skin was warm under your touch, his muscles tense and trembling as you leaned closer. Your hand moved slowly, trailing upward until your fingers hovered just above him. Jake’s breath hitched audibly, and he let out a small, desperate whimper that sent shivers through you.
“Shh,” you murmured, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside you. “I’ll help you… just relax, okay?”
His eyes locked onto yours, wide and pleading, and he nodded shakily. Okay,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. His hips shifted, almost involuntarily, and the way his length twitched again made your throat go dry.
With deliberate care, you wrapped your fingers around the base, the heat of him nearly scalding against your palm. A soft, broken moan escaped his lips as his head fell back against the headboard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. The weight of him in your hand felt almost overwhelming, and the way his body reacted to even the slightest touch was mesmerizing.
Your thumb brushed over the tip, smearing the precum that had gathered there, and Jake let out a strangled gasp, his hips jerking slightly upward. “P-please…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop… Fuck—I need more…”
You leaned closer, your hand stroking him slowly, testing his reactions as your touch grew more confident. His moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath you as he clung to the sheets for dear life. The intimacy of the moment consumed you both, every sound, every movement, drawing you deeper into the connection you shared.
The room was heavy with tension, the air thick and charged, every sound amplified in the quiet. Jake’s ragged breaths filled the space, each one trembling with restraint he was struggling to maintain. His head was pressed back against the headboard, lips parted as his chest heaved, his hair sticking slightly to his damp forehead. The faint glow from the bedside lamp painted his skin in warm hues, highlighting the flush spreading down his neck and chest.
Your hand moved with slow, deliberate strokes, your fingers curling firmly around his length. The weight of him in your hand was overwhelming, his hardness pulsing under your touch. Each pass of your thumb over the sensitive head made him twitch, more beads of precum gathering at the tip, slicking your palm as you continued.
“Y-you’re gonna drive me crazy,” he stammered, his voice breaking into a whimper as his hips jerked slightly upward, completely out of his control. His jaw clenched, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his body trembling. “I c-can’t… I can’t take it,” he admitted breathlessly, his voice raw and almost apologetic.
You paused for a moment, leaning in closer, your lips just brushing against the flushed skin of his inner thigh. His entire body stiffened, his hands flying up to grip the back of your head, though his touch was gentle. “Wait, wait,” he choked out, his voice tight as his eyes snapped open to meet yours, panic and desire swirling together. “I’m not— I’ll—”
“Shh,” you murmured softly, your voice soothing as you looked up at him, your hand giving one more firm stroke that had him groaning. “Just let go, Jake. It’s okay.”
As you took him fully into your mouth, Jake’s reaction was immediate and overwhelming. His body tensed, a deep groan tearing from his chest as his hands gripped the sheets at his sides. The heat of him filled you completely, the weight heavy against your tongue, and the sound of his labored breathing filled the room.
Then, his hips jerked forward suddenly, an involuntary thrust that pushed him deeper than before. The movement made you gag slightly, your throat tightening around him, and Jake’s eyes flew open in panic.
“Oh my God, I’m so—” he stammered, his voice shaky, but before he could finish his apology, his body betrayed him again. His hips surged forward, another uncontrollable thrust making your throat constrict around him. His head fell back against the headboard with a low, guttural moan, his hand flying to your hair, gripping it lightly as if to anchor himself.
“Shit,” he groaned, his voice raw and desperate as his chest heaved. “I—I can’t stop. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” Tears picking at the corner of his eyes, his voice breaking as his body acted on its own, his hips rolling into your mouth with a mix of restraint and need.
You steadied yourself, adjusting to his movements, your hands gripping his trembling thighs. Despite his apology, his body continued to move, instinct driving him as his fingers tightened slightly in your hair. And the fact that you didn’t say a thing to him or stepped back about him fucking your throat makes him weak and uncontrollable. His head tipped forward briefly, his flushed face shadowed by strands of messy hair. “I… I didn’t mean to,” he gasped, his voice hoarse as the back of his head pressed against the headboard.
But even as his voice carried a hint of guilt, his hips kept moving, his desperation clear. You let him, your steady touch encouraging him to let go, your eyes lifting to meet his flushed, overwhelmed gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted as soft, broken moans fell from them with every thrust.
“I can’t… stop,” he choked out, his voice trembling as his grip on your hair tightened slightly, not rough but pleading. His hips moved faster now, each roll more desperate than the last, and you could feel the way his body shuddered with every motion. The tension in his thighs, the erratic pulsing against your tongue—it was all building toward an inevitable release.
Jake’s breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling as if he couldn’t get enough air. “I’m gonna fucking cum already—fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick with urgency, his head falling back against the headboard once more. His hips jerked forward, his entire body tensing as a strangled moan escaped his lips. His release came in hot, sliding down your throat, pulsing waves, his fingers trembling in your hair as his body shook with the intensity of it.
When it was over, his hips stilled, his body slumping against the headboard as his grip in your hair loosened. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, his flushed face turned toward you with wide, awe-struck eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to come so fast,” he muttered, his voice low and hoarse, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
His hand moved shakily to your cheek, brushing your skin with the lightest touch. “I didn’t mean to thrust like that either,” he added, his tone laced with guilt, though the overwhelming desire hadn’t completely left his eyes. “I’m sorry…”
You wiped the corner of your mouth, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “You lasted like a minute,” you said softly, chuckling a bit but your voice warm as you leaned into his touch. “I wanted this. All of it.”
You then softly caressed his cheek with your thumb and murmured close to his lips, “And do not apologise Jakey, I love seeing you like that.”
Jake’s breath caught in his throat at your words, and the nickname you gave him, the sincerity behind them causing his heart to race again. His eyes flickered between yours, still wide and vulnerable. There was a mix of relief and lingering need in his gaze, as if your words were a balm to his lingering self-consciousness.
You could feel the warmth of his breath, the anticipation mounting, before he closed the gap and kissed you softly at first, almost as if savoring the moment. His lips were tender, coaxing, as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.
The kiss grew more urgent, the soft press of his lips turning into something more intense as he gently tilted your head, his body moving to align perfectly with yours. His hands wandered, brushing against the curve of your back, tracing the edges of your skirt by slowly lifting it up. You could feel his fingers grabbing one of your round ass cheeks with his veiny hand and groaning between the kisses.
Your lips parted slightly and you bite your lips looking into his eyes. “You’re driving me insane,” he murmured, his voice rough and breathless, his lips brushing against yours with every word.
Your heart pounded as you bit your lip, a small, teasing smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Love it,” you whispered, your voice trembling but laced with confidence.
Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as his eyes flicked down to where your lips caught your teeth, then back up to your face. “You think it’s funny?” he asked, his tone low and laced with a playful warning.
You nodded, your fingers curling into the muscles of his shoulders. “Maybe a little.”
He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Why would you do that?,” he muttered before crashing his lips against yours again, the kiss deeper, hungrier, filled with raw need.
His hand slid further up your skirt, fingertips brushing against the edge of your underwear, and you shivered under his touch. He groaned again, low and guttural, as he pulled your body closer, pressing you firmly against him. You could feel the heat of his dick beneath you, and it sent a pulse of desire straight to your core.
“Jake,” you whispered his name, your voice breathy and pleading, your forehead resting against his as you tried to catch your breath.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” His voice was softer now, but still thick with desire, his thumb stroking small circles against your hip.
“I… I want you to—” Your words faltered as his other hand moved, his fingers hooking around your panties gusset and slowly tugging it to the side. The cool air against your bare skin made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Jake’s eyes flicked down, and the sight seemed to steal his breath. He let out a quiet curse, his hand trembling slightly as his fingertips brushed over your clit. Your reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft whimper that seemed to set him on fire.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained as he watched your face, his lips parting slightly. “You’re so wet already… God.”
Your cheeks burned at his words, but the heat in his gaze made it impossible to feel shy. Instead, you met his eyes, your own filled with need, and moved your hips just slightly against his hand.
His reaction was instant. His jaw tightened, and a sharp hiss escaped his lips. “You’re not making this any easier for me,” he muttered, his fingers moving with more purpose now, slowly circling your clit with his fingertips and from time to time between your wet folds. “You’re so desperate for it now.”
You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you, your head falling back as your body arched into his touch. “Jake… please,” you whimpered, the desperation in your voice clear.
“Please, what?” he asked, his tone teasing, though his breathing was just as ragged as yours. He tilted his head, his lips brushing over your exposed neck as his fingers circled that sensitive spot, applying just the right amount of pressure. “You’ve gotta tell me what you need, baby. Use your words.”
Your hands slipped up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you bit your lip to suppress another moan and pressing yourself against his length. “I need you,” you finally managed, your voice trembling. “Fill me please.”
Jake’s eyes darkened at your confession, and his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Is it my cock you want to be filled with?”he murmured, letting out a small chuckle from his lips, his voice dripping with promise. “Or my cum, princess?”
Your fingers curled tighter into Jake’s hair as a shiver ran down your spine at his words. His breath was hot against your neck, his lips brushing teasingly close but never fully committing. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in sync with the intensity of his gaze.
“Both,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with raw need. Your cheeks flushed as you dared to meet his gaze, vulnerability and desire blending in your expression.
Jake let out a low, throaty laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest and against your body. “Both?” he repeated, his tone laced with smug amusement, as if savoring your bold confession. His hand trailed down to grip your waist, pulling you even closer, leaving no space between your bodies.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
He raised your hips slightly thanks to his legs, while holding your panties aside and holding his length from the other hand. He stroked his length slightly before approaching the tip near your hole and tickles it. You enter open your mouth, look into the eyes and nod your head.
Slowly, carefully, he began to push inside you, the stretch making you gasp as your body adjusted to the feeling. Jake groaned deeply, his head falling back against the headboard as he gripped your waist tightly, helping to guide you down onto him.
Jake’s sharp intake of breath echoed in the quiet room as he slid just the tip inside, teasingly slow, his cock brushing against your walls with an almost unbearable precision. His lips parted slightly, a guttural groan escaping him as he drank in the sight of your reaction—your parted lips, wide eyes, and the slight tremble of your thighs beneath his touch.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, his tone raw and filled with restraint. “You’re so fucking tight, princess. You’re squeezing me already, a-and I’m barely in.”
You whimpered softly, gripping his shoulders for support as your body adjusted to the intrusion. “F-fuck Jake,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need, your nails digging into his skin as the ache of the stretch melted into a delicious heat. “Y-you’re so… big.”
Jake smirked, though his expression was strained, his jaw clenched tightly. “Yeah? You like feeling me stretch you out like this?” His voice was thick, laced with pride and hunger as he slowly pushed further inside, inch by inch, never rushing, letting you feel every second of him filling you. “Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well. So fucking perfect for me.”
You let out a broken moan, your head falling forward to rest against his shoulder as your walls clenched involuntarily around him, pulling him deeper. “I-I can’t… Jake… you’re—oh my god—” Your words dissolved into gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly as the pressure and fullness consumed you.
“Shh,” he cooed softly, his large hands splaying over your waist to steady you, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “I know, baby. I know it’s a lot. Just relax for me, yeah? You’re a good girl, you can take it.”
His praise sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body, and you nodded weakly, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle another moan. “I want all of you,” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible. “I can take it.”
Jake’s pupils dilated at your words, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with pride and affection. “Such a good f-fucking girl for me.” He thrust his hips upward slightly, pushing the last few inches inside you until he was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt.
You cried out softly, your nails raking down his chest as your body adjusted to the overwhelming fullness. Jake groaned again, his head falling back and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, his control hanging by a thread. “S-so good,” he muttered, his voice rough and uneven. “So tight, so fucking perfect around me.”
You lifted your head to look at him, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glassy with desire. “Move,” you whispered, your voice trembling but firm. “Please, Jake—fuck—I need you to move.”
His gaze darkened, his hands tightening on your hips as a slow, cocky grin spread across his lips. “Anything for my princess,” he drawled, his voice like velvet. “Hold on tight.”
With that, he began to move, his hips rocking up into you with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each motion sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through your body, and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that spilled from your lips, each one louder than the last.
Jake’s eyes never left your face, watching every flicker of emotion, every gasp and moan, as if committing them to memory. “You like that?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “You like the way I fuck you, huh?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered, your voice breaking on a moan as he thrust deeper, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. “Jake, oh my god—yes, I love it. I love the way you feel inside me.”
“That’s right,” he murmured, his voice a mix of command and praise. “I’m not s-stopping until I make those legs shake, you hear me?” Hearing him throwing words but you know deep down he is struggling to keep the pace as you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, with broken moans.
You could only nod, your body already trembling as his pace quickened, his thrusts growing deeper and more deliberate. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, your ragged breaths, and Jake’s low, sinful groans as he lost himself in you.
“Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough with passion. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So perfect, so mine.”
He gently lifted your body by bringing you closer to him, your hands resting on his shoulders as a support and his two palms flat against your buttocks. He leaned forward, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, his movements never faltering as he started to pound every ounce of his passion into you, his hands gripping you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Oh my God—fuck—Jake,” your voice came out in breathless gasps, your nails digging into his shoulders as he set a rhythm that had your entire body trembling. A desperate plea escaped your lips for more, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice hoarse but dripping with need, his pace quickening as his grip on you tightened.
“Jake,” you moaned, your head falling back as waves of pleasure overtook you. “I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can take it,” he rasped, his lips brushing against your neck, teeth grazing lightly as if testing the limits of your sanity. “You’re doing so good, so fucking well.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting every nerve in your body. You clung to him desperately, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something euphoric.
His movements suddenly slowed, growing more deliberate, as he buried himself deeper in you making you gasp as he closed his eyes and kissed you on the neck. His warm breath mingling with yours as he whispered, “W-wait.” His voice cracked slightly, the vulnerability in it stealing the air from your lungs. “P-please don’t move.”
You looked at him, half worried and half breathless. “What’s wrong, Jake?” He opened his eyes to look at you, but with a puppy-eyed expression almost pleading for you to not move at all. You see him having trouble swallowing easily, seeing his adam’s apple move and bite his lip.
You captured his face between your hands and forced him to look at you, asking him again, “Jake, please, what’s wrong?”
His jaw clenched, his throat working as he swallowed hard. His gaze was half-lidded, dark with desire but glazed with vulnerability. “I was about to cum…,” he admitted, his voice low and strained, barely above a whisper. He bit his lip, his brows furrowing as though he were fighting a battle within himself. “If you move, I won’t be able to hold it back.”
Heat flushed through your body at his confession, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. His raw honesty made everything feel so much more intense, so much more intimate. You couldn’t help but study the way his chest rose and fell, the tension in his body, the way his lips parted as he tried to steady himself.
His hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing your skin almost reverently as he met your gaze. “You feel too good,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, his weakness sending a wave of warmth through you. “Fuck, I just… need a second.”
You nodded slowly, understanding, but the urge to tease him was irresistible. Your lips curved into a faint smirk. “You’re really this close already?” you whispered, your tone soft but playful. You could clearly feel him twitching inside of you, so close to paint your walls all white.
Jake groaned, his head tilting back slightly as his hands tightened their hold on you. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice strained and low, his resolve clearly hanging by a thread. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll fucking lose it.” A sight escaped from between his lips and he murmured, almost just above a whisper, “I d-don’t wanna cum fast…”
Your smirk softened into something more tender as you leaned closer, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Okay,” you murmured. “I won’t move. Take your time Jakey.”
Jake’s breath hitched at the sound of your voice, soft yet teasing, laced with a warmth that made his chest tighten. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closing briefly as if to find a semblance of control. His lips parted, and you could feel the faint tremble in his exhale, his body betraying the composure he was trying so hard to maintain.
“God, you make it so hard,” he muttered, his voice raw and filled with both frustration and need. His thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles on your hips, grounding himself in the feel of your skin beneath his hands. He was trembling slightly, every fiber of him fighting to hold back. “You feel so damn good. Too good.” His words were strained, as if it pained him to admit just how close he was to the edge.
Your fingers continued their soothing path through his hair, the strands soft under your touch. “It’s okay, Jake,” you whispered, your tone gentle, almost coaxing. “You don’t have to hold back for me.”
His eyes opened then, locking with yours, and the sheer intensity in them sent a shiver down your spine. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “I want this to last. You deserve more than that.” His voice cracked on the last word, his sensitivity hitting you in a way that made your chest ache.
Slowly, he pulled out, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. Without missing a beat, he guided you onto your knees, your face pressed to the mattress as he settled behind you, setting you in all fours. His strong hands gripped your waist, possessive yet reverent, pulling you back until you felt him hot and heavy against you. Your breath hitched, anticipation thrumming through your veins as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he murmured, his voice a delicious promise, sending a thrill down your spine.
Jake’s words sent a shiver down your spine, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed himself against you. The way his hands gripped your waist was both possessive and gentle, a contrast that made you ache for him even more. Your fingers clenched the sheets beneath you as you felt him teasingly drag himself along your slick folds, the anticipation building with every slow, deliberate movement.
“Fuck, Jake,” you whined softly, your voice trembling with impatience. You pushed back slightly against him, needing him, craving him.
He let out a sharp breath, his grip on your hips tightening. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered. “You’re so needy.” His voice was teasing, but there was a clear strain in it—he was barely holding on himself.
Then, without warning, he pushed inside you, sinking in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. Your gasp mixed with his low groan, the stretch of him filling you perfectly, making your entire body hum with pleasure. He stilled for a moment, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he struggled for control.
“God,” he breathed out, his voice almost shaky. “You feel so fucking good.”
You whimpered at the fullness, the way he stretched you just right, and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him. He let out a strangled groan, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you still.
“Baby,” he warned, his voice strained. “Please stop, I’m not gonna last.”
A smirk tugged at your lips despite your hazy state. “Already?” you teased breathlessly, rocking back ever so slightly against him.
Jake’s response was immediate—a low, desperate groan as he buried himself deeper, his body shuddering slightly. “D-don’t,” he nearly pleaded, his voice thick with need.
Your heart swelled at the raw vulnerability in his voice, the way he was so desperate to hold back for you. You reached behind you, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging gently. “It’s okay, Jakey,” you murmured, tilting your head back slightly. “Just move. Give me everything.”
That was all he needed. He pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back in with a force that had you gasping. His pace started slow but deep, every roll of his hips sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with both of your breathy moans.
“Fucking hell,” Jake groaned, his hands sliding up your back, tracing the curve of your spine before gripping your shoulders, pulling you back to meet every thrust. His control was slipping, his movements growing rougher, more desperate. “I’m trying, baby,” he gritted out. “Trying to last for you.”
Your walls clenched around him again, and his entire body tensed, his breath hitching sharply. “Shit—” He pulled you up suddenly, pressing your back flush against his chest, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist as his other hand slid up to cup your jaw. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “You’re killing me, baby.”
You moaned at the way he held you, the sheer desperation in his voice making you even wetter. “Don’t hold back,” you gasped, tilting your head against his shoulder. “Fucking cum for me, Jake.”
Jake let out a deep, shaky breath, his control finally snapping. He turned your head and crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he started moving again, his thrusts rough and erratic now. His fingers tightened around your throat, just enough to make you feel it, sending a new wave of pleasure through you.
“I’m close,” he admitted, his voice barely above a groan. “Fuck—I can’t hold back anymore.”
You clenched around him again, feeling his body tense behind you. His grip on your waist was almost bruising now as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, a broken moan leaving his lips as he came, his body shaking with the intensity of it.
"Fuck, f-fuck," you mumble, his hand sliding down your body reaching your clit, his fingers perfectly circling your clit to make you cream around his dick.
The warmth of his release pushed you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing down on you so hard that your vision blurred. Your entire body trembled in his hold as waves of pleasure wracked through you, and you barely registered the way he kissed the side of your neck, whispering your name like a prayer.
As the overwhelming sensations began to subside, the room fell into a hushed stillness, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and Jake’s soft murmurs against your skin. His lips lingered on your neck, peppering gentle kisses along the flushed, damp curve of your shoulder as you both came down from the intensity of the moment.
“You okay?” Jake’s voice was hoarse, but tender, his arms loosening just enough to let you sink against the mattress without breaking your connection. His hand, once gripping you so tightly, now slid up to rest over your stomach, his touch light and soothing.
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m okay.”
Jake shifted, carefully pulling out of you and watching the way your body shivered in response. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you gently onto your back as he hovered over you, his gaze searching yours. The intensity from earlier was replaced with something softer, almost reverent.
“Hey,” he murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from your face. “Are you sure? Did I… was I too rough?” His brows furrowed slightly, concern lacing his tone.
You smiled faintly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “No, Jake,” you assured him, your thumb brushing along his jaw. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
Relief washed over his features, and he leaned into your touch, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “Good,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a small smile. “I was so close to losing it the entire time.”
You chuckled softly, the sound muffled as he leaned down and kissed you again, this time slow and unhurried. His lips moved against yours with a gentleness that made your chest ache, as if he was savoring every second of the kiss.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his hand trailing down your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost a plea.
Jake didn’t wait for your response. He eased himself off the bed, pulling the covers up over you before disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the faint sound of running water, and moments later, he returned with a warm washcloth in hand.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jake was careful and attentive, using the cloth to gently clean you up. His touch was featherlight, his eyes focused solely on you. He pressed soft kisses to your knees, your thighs, your stomach as he worked, his every action laced with affection.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, as his fingers brushed over your skin. His words made warmth bloom in your chest, and you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, tugging him up to meet your gaze.
He stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to put aside what he had in his hands. “Hon, take a pajama, I’ll change the sheets,” Jake called over his shoulder.
You blinked up at him, still curled up where he’d left you. “Jake, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he cut in gently, already tugging the sheets off the bed with practiced ease. “Come on, baby, go change. I’ll have everything ready by the time you’re back.”
You hesitated for a moment before sighing, warmth bubbling in your chest. “You’re too good to me,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with emotion.
Jake paused, looking at you with a softness that made your heart ache in the best way. “You deserve everything, baby,” he murmured, crossing the room to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “And I want to give it all to you.”
Biting your lip, you nodded, grabbing a fresh set of pajamas before heading to the bathroom. Just as you closed the door behind you, you heard him chuckle.
“Better hurry, or I might decide you don’t need pajamas at all,” he teased.
Your face burned as you muttered, “Shut up,” under your breath, but the giddy smile on your lips refused to fade.
Jake’s mouth worked you over with an expertise that made your head spin. He alternated between slow, teasing strokes and quick flicks, his tongue swirling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. The wet sounds of his mouth on you filled the room, mixing with your soft, breathy moans.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against you, his tongue delving between your folds to lap at the wetness pooling there. “I could do this all night.”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, making you clench around nothing. He must have noticed because he let out a low, pleased hum before slipping a finger inside you, curling it just right. He made you feel so good already, a little trip to heaven.
The day had been nothing short of exhausting. Work had been relentless—emails piling up, deadlines creeping closer, and stress weighing heavily on your shoulders. You had barely had a moment to breathe, let alone relax.
Since that night you met Jake st the bar, you couldn’t deny anything afterward. You explained everything to your friends, yet, not in detail but just your encounter with him and how down bad you fell for him after everything happened, and that’s something for sure your friends were excited about.
At some point in the afternoon, you had texted Jake, needing to vent, needing some kind of comfort.
At the time, you hadn’t thought much about his words. “Don’t worry about anything. Just get home. I’ll take care of you.” You assumed he meant cuddles, maybe some takeout and a lazy night in. But the moment you stepped into your apartment, you realised Jake had something entirely different in mind.
He was already there, waiting for you, leaning against the kitchen counter like he belonged there. His eyes darkened the moment he saw you, taking in the tired slump of your shoulders, the tension lining your face. Before you could even say a word, he was crossing the room, pulling you into his arms, kissing you deeply—slow and intoxicating, like he was trying to pull all the stress out of you with just his lips.
“You’ve been working too hard,” he murmured against your lips, his hands trailing down your back, pressing you flush against him.
You barely had time to react before he was leading you to the bedroom, his hands tugging at your clothes with purpose, stripping you bare. His touch was slow, deliberate, tracing over every inch of your skin as if he needed to remind you of how much he adored you.
Then, before you could fully process what was happening, Jake was kneeling in front of you, his hands firmly gripping your thighs as he pushed you gently onto the edge of the bed. His dark eyes flickered up to meet yours, and the sheer intensity in them sent a shiver down your spine.
“Lay back,” he murmured, his voice husky, dripping with intent. “Just relax for me.”
Your breath hitched as you obeyed, your legs parting naturally as he settled between them. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, his hands kneading the soft flesh, his touch both soothing and possessive.
“Jake…” you breathed, your fingers already threading through his hair.
He hummed, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. “Shh, baby. Let me make you forget everything else, yeah?”
And that’s when he was kissing right where you needed him, his lips soft yet firm as he pressed them against your core. A sharp gasp left your lips as he flicked his tongue over your clit, slow and teasing, as if savoring your taste.
Your back arched off the mattress, a desperate moan leaving your lips. “Oh my god—Jake—”
He smirked against you, clearly proud of himself. “There we go,” he murmured, his voice smug. “That’s what I wanna hear.”
He didn’t let up. His tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit as he slid a second finger inside, stretching you perfectly, his pace slow and deliberate. Every thrust of his fingers, every flick of his tongue sent you spiraling closer to the edge, your thighs trembling as the pleasure built and built.
“Jake,” you gasped, tugging at his hair, trying to ground yourself. “I-I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he whispered, his voice dark and full of promise. “You’re gonna come for me, baby. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
And then he did something that shattered you completely—he sucked your clit into his mouth, hard, while curling his fingers deep inside you, pressing against that perfect spot.
A cry tore from your throat, your vision going white as pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your entire body tensed, then trembled as you came hard, your release flooding onto his fingers and tongue.
Jake groaned against you, drinking in every drop, his tongue working you through your orgasm until you were left a shaking, gasping mess beneath him.
Only when you whimpered from the overstimulation did he finally pull back, his lips glistening with your arousal, his pupils blown wide with hunger. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before smirking down at you.
“Feeling better now, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with satisfaction.
You could barely form words, still floating in the aftermath of your high. Instead, you nodded weakly, reaching out for him, needing him close.
Jake chuckled, crawling up your body to press a deep, languid kiss to your lips. “That’s perfect princess,” he murmured against your mouth. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
synopsis — random pics your boyfriend sends you during the day.
🍸 pairing : idol!jake + fem!reader . genre : fluff + suggestive (chat 5) . cw : pet names, suggestive content + don't mind the hours on the chats !
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uri's note — jake chats are here ~ one more post until this silly series ends ): but n e ways thank you for enjoying it so much, hope you like this one too <3
other members : heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki
taglist : @layzfy @laylasbunbunny @yuminako @sugarikiz @rikiontopofme (open ; send an ask to be added)
warnings; pain and crying, masturbation, both jake and reader being pervs, sensitive, overstimulation(/edging?), didn't proofread!
now playing; haunted - beyonce // wc; 617
Jake felt comfortable around you since you were able to talk about anything. Jake that felt a tiny crush grow, but felt too shy to even bring it up once, but he was nice. too overly nice in the friend group, it became weird at how nice he was.
so one day you needed a ride home, and Jake would arrive at the studio unaware that it was just you. he would look in every window unaware of where you were, in gray sweatpants and messy hair of someone who forgot about his alarm and ended up sleeping past it until you were calling him wondering if he would show up.
Stumbling through every room, but the lights were off. However, he was so sure you were somewhere close by, the way the walls vibrated. He'd rub his eyes, still trying to wake up but not wanting to disappoint you once until he saw lights on.
And he would be so surprised to see you doing something so different than how he's seen you before. The way your tank top was so loose yet so tight in the right places, and how tight he started to feel. He didn't want to see you like this (or at least he thought of being respectful around you).
The bass that would hit and you'd reach the floor, practicing a movement so sensual that you'd close your eyes and he'd stare in shock at your reflection in the mirror. Jake, who doesn't know how to act but suddenly becomes so hard that he's thinking about everything you could do if you were on him just like that, all sweaty because he didn't care. He didn't care about how wet you were.
But the song would end.
Jake would knock nervously on the window, signaling for you to open the door, and you'd be shocked and jog to the door, opening it, and telling him that you wanted to practice as much as you could before he got there.
He'd try and cover himself because who would want to be with a pervert like him? he'd excuse himself to the bathroom with a lie that he was looking for your room before heading to the bathroom. So you'd nod and start packing your things since he assured you that he wouldn't take long.
He sits in a stall, painfully hard and unaware of how to get rid of the pain that he feels in his pants. so sensitive.
He was so sure that the only cure could have you help him but he didn't want to ask. he was so shy. so he decides to pull his waistband down, his dick hitting his stomach while he wraps his hand around the red-colored tip. covering his mouth, unaware if there was anyone else in the bathroom with him.
he'd cum so fast while thinking about how you'd look in his bed, but he wanted to be respectful- take you on a date and get to know you a little bit better although you trusted him. but he'd shake so bad through his second orgasm when you message him.
"I'm waiting outside :)"
He didn't want to leave you waiting, so he'd calm himself down and clean himself up, pretending that nothing happened as he left the bathroom and took you home. But the drive home would be silent, grabbing your attention and asking him if anything happened, to which he'd respond.
"no sorry, I was just asleep so I'm still trying to process that"
and so you'd nod, pretending that everything was fine. pretending that you didn't hear jake moaning so loud inside the empty bathroom that echoed everything into the hallway.
summary: What was supposed to be a quick supply run turns into an unexpected night alone when a sudden storm leaves you and Jake stranded at a roadside lodge. With only one bed and nowhere else to go, tension builds fast, and years of longing boil over into something neither of you can hold back anymore. <3
pairing: Bestfriend!Jake x Fem!Reader
wc: 2.6k
genre: Mutual pining, Best friends to lovers(?), Smut!
warnings: Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (m!giving), Unprotected sex(cumming in), dirty talk (I think thats all of it if not lmkk)
a/n: Hi guys its me again! uhh i never actually planned on writing smut but here i am...lol?? This is lowkey the first time ive ever wrote something like this so please bare with me muah ♡.
(MINORS DNI)
The storm came faster than either of you expected.
It was supposed to be a quick run, twenty minutes, maybe thirty down the mountain road to the gas station that doubled as a convenience store. Chips, candy, a couple bottles of soda, maybe some cheap beer if the clerk wasnt too nosy about IDs. The others were back at the cabin setting up for movie night, clueless that you were about to be swallowed whole by a sudden mountain squall.
The first drops hit the windshield like warning shots. Then the sky split open. Rain pounded the glass in blinding sheets, turning the road into a slick blur. Pine trees on either side warped into shadows behind the gray curtain. Headlights barely cut through the fog. The wipers were going full speed, but it was like trying to see through a waterfall.
“Shit” Jake muttered, leaning forward over the steering wheel. “I cant see fuck all”
You were gripping the passenger door, knuckles white. “Slow down.”
“I am slowed down.”
But it didnt feel like it. The tires hydroplaned once, maybe twice, your stomach twisting both times. Then the road dipped, and a stream no, a river of water surged across it.
“Okay. Thats it.”
Jake turned the wheel hard, and the car veered onto a gravel turnout. Through the sheets of rain, a neon sign blinked weakly: Mountain Pines Lodge. He rolled into the lot, tires crunching over soaked gravel, and pulled up beneath the overhang like the car itself needed shelter.
By the time you both bolted out, the storm had already soaked you to the skin.
Quickly running to the lodge without a word.
You slammed the lodge door behind you, chest heaving, your clothes clinging cold and wet. “Holy fucking shit. That came out of nowhere.”
Jake stood beside you, dripping onto the polished wood floor. He ran a hand through his soaked hair, water flicking from the ends. “Yeah. Roads flooding. No way we are getting back tonight.”
The two of you stood there, catching your breath, rain pelting the windows behind you like thrown gravel. The lobby was quiet, dimly lit by a few amber sconces. It smelled of wood, old books, and wet stone, like time had slowed down in here.
A bell sat on the reception desk. Jake stepped forward and tapped it.
Ding.
A moment later, an older man emerged from the back. Gray hair, maroon sweater, face like carved oak. He glanced out the window, then back at the two of you.
“Theres only one room left, is that alright with you kids?” he said, placing a key on the counter. “Queen sized bed.”
Jake looked at you. You looked at Jake.
Neither of you said a word.
You just took the key.
The room was unexpectedly warm, wrapping you in a gentle heat that contrasted with the cold storm raging outside. A soft, golden light filled the space, casting shadows that danced lazily across the honey colored wooden walls. The fireplace in the corner flickered with a quiet, steady crackle, its flames low but alive, filling the air with the scent of burning fire wood. On a nearby chair, a couple of thick blankets were folded neatly, waiting to be used.
"I cant believe we are stuck here" You said, examining the room.
He followed close behind you, "Yeah guess we are foced to share a bed"
"Do you have a problem" You said grunting, as you set down your soaked bag.
Jake took a few seconds to reply, as if he thought about the way he would word his next sentence, "No, not really i dont mind."
He walked past you, shoulders brushing.
He plopped down on the bed, "Jake, bro get off the bed your clothes are soaked as fuck."
"Hm okay imma go for a shower then.."
You took your turn in the bathroom, the mirror fogged over from the hot shower. The towel was soft as you dried off, and you slipped into a spare hoodie you carried in your bag, and a pair of well worn shorts that felt almost too comfortable. You paused to shake the moisture from your hair before opening the door and stepping back into the room.
Jake was already out, sitting casually on the edge of the bed again. He wore a dry t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. The light from his phone cast a faint blue glow on his face, complimenting his features as he scrolled through it, brows slightly furrowed.
You crossed your arms and rubbed them absently. "Anything from the others? Any updates?"
He looked up, eyes meeting yours. "Yeah," he said simply. "Everyones stuck. Roads are blocked. No ones getting through tonight."
A quiet settled over you both.
"So" you said softly, voice barely above the crackle of the fire, "just us then."
Those two words seemed to hang between you, heavy and charged. Just us.
The wind howled outside, rattling the windows. Rain drops rolling down the window. The fire popped again, a tiny explosion of embers. Everything else was still.
Jakes expression softened. He tilted his head, his voice lower now. "Kinda cozy, though, isnt it?"
You gave a small laugh, a breathy sound. "Its not bad."
His eyes didnt leave yours. "I dont mind being stuck here. With you."
He tried to say it lightly, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed him. His voice might have been casual, but his eyes were serious, focused.
Your heartbeat stuttered. You swallowed hard. "Youve been staring."
You said without hesitation, regretting it the second it left your mouth.
He didnt even try to deny it. "Yeah. Ive been doing that a lot lately."
The moment stretched, unspoken questions brimming just beneath the surface.
You took a breath. "Then why havent you done anything about it?"
Your heart pounding hard.
His posture shifted, the air between you charged with something electric. He leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes locked onto yours. "Because once I start.. I dont think Ill want to stop."
His hand moved up, slow and deliberate. His fingertips brushed your cheek, then trailed along your jaw, down the line of your neck. The pad of his thumb paused at your lower lip, tracing it gently. Your breath caught.
"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough with restraint, close enough now that you could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint scent of his shampoo.
But you didnt say anything.
Instead, you closed the distance.
You leaned in, and kissed him.
You kissed your best friend.
It started slow, cautious, almost hesitant. Jake looked at you like he needed to be sure. Like he couldnt believe you were real, and if he moved too fast, you might vanish. But once your lips met, everything shifted. The tension that had been simmering for weeks finally snapped. His mouth crashed into yours with a hunger that had been building too long. He kissed you like he was starving. Like you were the only thing he needed.
Your fingers gripped his shirt, twisting in the fabric as he pulled you into his lap. His hands gripped your waist, firm and possessive, dragging you flush against him. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats, pressing into the heat between your thighs, already throbbing, needing him. Every movement made you more aware of how badly you wanted him, how wet you already were.
He pinned you on the bed,
Jakes shirt hit the floor in seconds. Then your hoodie. His hands were everywhere, up your sides, across your back, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing and squeezing your nipples until they ached. His mouth followed, hot and hungry, kissing down your throat, your collarbone, until he sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit gently, just enough to make you gasp. You arched into him, moaning as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, then moved to the other.
"Jake! Fuck-"
He looked up at you, eyes dark, voice rough. “Can I taste you?”
You nodded, unable to form words.
He moved lower, kneeling between your thighs. His hands slid under your hips, lifting you just enough to peel your panties down slowly. He dragged them over your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, biting down gently, eyes never leaving yours. The way he looked at you, it made your pulse race. Like he was worshiping you. Like he wanted to devour you.
Then he lowered his mouth to your dripping cunt, and everything else disappeared.
His tongue stroked through your folds with maddening precision, slow at first, teasing, tasting. Then he found your clit and zeroed in. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it and sucked, and your hips bucked against his mouth. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.
“Fuck, you taste so good” he murmured, then went back in, licking, sucking, flicking. You were panting, moaning, hands tangled in his hair, grinding against his face because you couldnt help it.
Then his fingers slid inside you, two of them, deep and curling just right. Your back arched off the bed as he worked them in and out, hitting the perfect spot over and over. He sucked your clit harder, faster, your body trembling beneath him.
“Just like that” he growled into you. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
You did - hard. Your thighs clamped around his head, your vision went white, and your whole body shook with the force of it. You came with a cry, breathless and wrecked.
But Jake didnt stop.
He licked you through it, fingers still working you as you clenched around him. When your body finally eased, he kissed his way back up, his mouth slick with you, eyes wild.
“Im not done” he whispered. “Not even close.”
Then he reached down, and pulled his cock free: thick, hard, leaking at the tip. He stroked it once, watching you, then lined himself up between your legs.
“Tell me you want it.” he asked, voice low, trembling with restraint.
You reached for him, pulled him closer. “Jake, I need you. Now.”
And he slid in, slow at first, inch by inch, stretching you, filling you until he bottomed out. He paused there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good” he said.
Then he started to move, deep, steady thrusts that made you cry out, made the bed shake. You wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back, meeting every thrust with desperation. He kissed you hard, fucking you harder, driving into you like he couldnt get enough.
Your back arches off the bed, spine bowing as pleasure crashes through you. A choked sob rips from your throat, ragged and desperate, as your pussy clenches down on him. Youre gripping him like a vice, like your bodys trying to keep him there, bury him deep and never let him go. Every twitch of your cunt sucks him in deeper, fluttering around his cock like its starving.
And it is. You are.
Every inch of him fills you, stretches you. He hits spots that make your eyes roll back, that make your toes curl, that make your mind blank out in flashes of white hot pleasure. Your thighs are shaking. Youre soaked, slick, swollen, wide open, stuffed full of him.
Jake pulls out halfway, slow, deliberate, and then slams back in, making you see stars.
You cry out, high and sharp, hands clawing at the sheets. He doesnt stop. Hes fucking you now, really fucking you. No teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless rhythm. Skin on skin, loud and wet and unforgiving. His cock drives into you again and again, slick with your arousal, gliding through every squeeze, every spasm, forcing you to take it. To feel it.
You feel it everywhere. In your spine. In your ribs. In your throat. In your brain, where it scrapes everything else away until you're nothing but sensation, sound and heat and the stretch of him inside you.
“Fuck, baby” Jake groans, his voice gravel. “Youre taking me so good. So fuckin tight around me.”
He grabs your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place as he pounds into you. The headboard is knocking the wall. The bed creaks beneath you. Your breath comes in ragged moans and broken whimpers. He watches your face the whole time, the way your lips fall open, the way your eyes flutter, how wrecked you look just from him.
You reach for him blindly, needing something to hold onto. Your fingers find his back, shoulders, hair, whatever you can grab dragging him down until his forehead presses to yours.
“Im yours” you whisper, voice hoarse, wrecked.
He groans like the words punched him in the gut. His thrusts get harder, deeper. Like hes trying to prove it. Like hes marking you from the inside out.
“Say it again” he growls.
“Yours” you gasp. “Im yours, Jake.”
His mouth crashes into yours, desperate and messy, and you take all of him his tongue, his breath, his body slamming into yours like hes trying to fuse you together.
Your orgasm builds again, hot and tight and impossible to stop. Its rising in your gut, sharp and furious, wrapping around your spine like a live wire.
Jake feels it. He knows. “Come for me again” he pants. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Your body obeys before your mind catches up, blinding pleasure tearing through you as you come around him. Your cry is loud, broken, helpless. Your walls clamp down, milking him, pulling him deeper, dragging him over the edge. So good.
And then hes coming too, with a groan ripped straight from his chest. You feel it, the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside, his hips jerking as he rides it out, still buried in you.
The room is nothing but heavy breathing and the sound of hearts trying to calm the hell down.
He doesnt pull out. Doesnt let go.
He just holds you there, full, ruined, and his.
Neither of you speaks. Not yet. Words would only bruise the quiet.
Jake lifts his head slowly. His eyes are wild and soft all at once, like hes seeing you clearly for the first time and cant believe youre real. His thumb brushes the sweat, damp hair from your cheek. Then he leans in and kisses you slow this time. Gentle. Reverent. Like hes trying to say everything hes too wrecked to speak aloud.
“I meant it” you whisper against his lips.
His brow furrows slightly, like he doesnt trust his own ears. “Meant what?”
“That Im yours.”
Something shifts in his face. A crack. A flood. He kisses you again, deeper this time, like hes sealing it.
He pulls out carefully, and you gasp, not from pain, but from the sudden emptiness. He watches your face as he does, thumb tracing circles on your thigh, grounding you through the sensitivity. His cum leaks out of you, sticky and warm against your inner thighs. He watches that too, eyes dark with something thats not just lust anymore. Possession. Pride. Something tender and dangerous all at once.
Jake gets up without a word, grabs a clean towel from the dresser, and kneels between your legs like he did earlier, only now, the heats softer. He cleans you up slowly, almost reverently, taking care with every swipe. Like youre something precious.
“You okay?” he asks, voice hoarse.
You nod, reaching for him. “Get back here.”
He grins, tired, satisfied and climbs into bed beside you, pulling the covers up over both of you. You curl into him, your leg slung over his hip, your head tucked under his chin. His arms wrap around you instantly, like muscle memory. Like theyve always known how to hold you.
“Im not letting you go” he murmurs into your hair.
“You better fucking not.”
He chuckles, low and warm. You feel it more than hear it, rumbling through your chest like a promise.
And for the first time in forever, you dont just feel good.
You feel kept.
Summary: after working your connections and needing a job after graduating college, you’ve found yourself find yourself working a US Tour for one of your favorite groups, Enhypen
fem!reader x idol!Jake
warnings: suggestive, swearing, kissing, skinship, cuddling, Jake is down bad
Part 2 - tangled chords (wip)
masterlist | enha masterlist
Networking is everything. That’s what they drilled into your head the second you stepped foot into college when you decided you wanted to study Music Business.
Now just a few short years later you’re freshly graduated with a job opportunity on your plate for what feels like a dream straight out of one of your favorite tumblr fics. Working as a staff on Enhypen’s US Tour.
That’s how you’ve found yourself standing at the side of the pit while the group runs through their tech rehearsals.
You’re now on the third concert of their tour, and you're definitely settling into the role. It’s tiring at times, but you’re having the time of your life getting to travel and work with one of your favorite artists. The shows have gone smoothly for the most part, except for one minor quirk.
You’ve had to help fix a certain Australian boys microphone at least twice during each soundcheck not to mention an extra third time during the second New York show.
Your boss has overseen you fixing Jake’s mic so many times and not once has she said you’re doing anything wrong. She even made sure to reassure you that you aren’t doing anything wrong but it’s gotten to the point that you’ve officially been put on Jake duty.
Yes. Jake duty.
Your official job of essentially following him around whenever he is offstage to make sure he doesn’t damage the microphone and if he does you can fix it in time for him to go back onstage. During tech rehearsals, sound check, outfit changes, and VCR breaks.
It’s gotten to point where you swear he looked you dead in the eye as he slightly bent the receiver out of place before calling you over to fix it.
Now it wasn’t bent so bad that it was broken but he’s essentially been instructed to not touch it anymore and he’s having way too much fun making you all flustered when you come close to him.
🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎
The members have now all gotten dressed and are prepping to head backstage from their green room. You’re sat in the corner with a staff you’ve befriended chatting about what you want to do on your day off in Chicago the next day before you hear the all too familiar teasing of Jay’s voice
“Y/nnnnn, Jake broke his mic. Again.” You let out a soft sigh and look over to where the pair are now standing seeing Jake’s mic wire hanging out of his jacket where it should be connected to his mic pack.
“Jake just admit it. You’ve got a crush on her and you like it when she touches you” Jay teases as he watches you walk over to Jake to fix his mic.
You’re standing behind him as you feel your face flush slightly at his comment and thank god for that because you don’t even want to imagine the stupid smirk that would adorn is beautifully sculpted face if he was facing you.
“And what if I do. At least I could pull a baddie and you’re sitting over there alone with your guitar” Jake jokes back
Luckily, his mic is back in place because, honestly, you would’ve dropped it. I mean, what else would a person do if Jake called them a baddie
“You’re all good Jake” you say stepping out from behind him but before you fully walk away you pause and face him “and by the way. If you really wanted to flirt. You could do it like a normal person instead of messing with the thousand dollar equipment” you say with a smile. As Jay begins to relentlessly tease him, you make your way back to your previous spot and continue your conversation as if your heart wasn't palpitating at a concerning rate.
Long story short, Jake’s microphone had absolutely no problems the entire show. What replaced it though, was the unnecessary prolonged eye contact, the winks, the smirks, and even the unnecessary slight brushes of his hand against yours as he passes by just a bit too close to you as he moves through the crowded backstage.
🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎
With Jake no longer deliberately sabotaging his microphone, the show went on without a hitch.
Does this mean you were right? Was he really just breaking things on purpose so you'd get close to him? If so, what are you supposed to do with that? Jump his bones? Tempting offer, but you opt to be the nonchalant queen you are and ignore his existence after the show.
You don't say anything as you retrieve his undamaged microphone pack and wires from him after the encore before briskly walking away to place it where it belongs and collect your belongings before the staff car leaves for the hotel. Simple plan really.
Not so simple because a certain Australian boy decided he was going to follow you when he noticed you going off on your own. The next thing you know, your back is against the cement wall of the backstage and your eyes are locking with Jake's.
"Jake, what the hell," you say. The shock of this turn of events evident in your voice
"If you keep avoiding me, I'll start breaking my mic again," He says it so casually you almost miss exactly what he meant. By the time you comprehend any of it he's already walking back down the hallway you both came from.
"See you later pretty girl"
🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎
You let out a light exhale as you relax into your seat in the car as you wait for the rest of your staff friends to join you. You guys normally leave the venue a while after the boys do as teardown takes a little bit of extra time. By the time you pull up to the fancy hotel they have you in, it's long past midnight.
You bid farewell to your friend as her room is right off the elevator on the floor BeLift rented out for safety purposes. Your room is further down at the end of the hallway, around the corner. You lucked out with a corner room with beautiful views of the city.
As you round the corner to the final stretch of hallway that feels a little more greuling after the long day, you notice a man standing outside your door looking down at his phone in his hands. He has a flop of brown hair on his head, slightly messy from the number of times he ran his hand through it, and a stupidly handsome side profile. You know exactly who he is, but you're not too sure you want to face him right now, so you continue past him without sparing him an obvious glance.
You almost exhale thinking you got past freely before you hear "y/n"
You freeze just as you're about to scan your room key. "Jake," you respond, trying to keep as calm as possible. What on earth could he want from you at nearly 1 in the morning?
You don't turn to face him but you don't enter your room quite yet. You feel him step closer to you.
"What are you doing here Jake...?" You say almost breathily as you continue to face the door
He doesn't say anything before you feel a soft hand gently turning you to face him.
As you make eye contact with him your breath nearly stops at how close his face is to yours. You can practically feel his breath on your lips as you struggle to keep your focus on his eyes.
"I'm here to do something that I've been wanting to do since the moment I laid eyes on you..." His voice comes out almost in a whisper as he slowly backs you up until you're trapped between him and your hotel door.
"And what might that be..." Your gaze flickers to his plump lips just has he bites his lower lip pulling at it slightly before letting it go.
"I think you have a pretty good idea already... I just need you to tell me yes"
A week ago, you would've slapped yourself at the desperation dripping from your voice, but right now in this moment, you don't even care when you reply, "Please..."
The word barely rolls off your tongue before his lips are on yours. Everything about it is soft. His plump lips that are connected to yours. The way he takes his time as he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. The soft locks that you run your hands through as he pulls you closer, if that's even possible.
You're too engrossed in what's happening to notice him guiding your hand with your room key to the scanner on the door, but the second that door opens, he momentarily pulls away to push you into your room. The door barely shuts before he's back on you.
By the time you pull away to catch your breath, your bag has long been thrown to the ground, his jacket the same, you both look a mess from the clear passion of, as you would put it, whatever the fuck just happened.
"Impatient are we". He chuckles softly as he presses his forehead against yours, with his hands resting on your waist.
You don't respond as you close your eyes in an attempt to steady your breathing and your heartbeat.
The two of you remain there for a moment, just silently in each other's presence, before he moves his head from yours, just momentarily before giving you a light peck on your forehead.
"You should go to bed," He says softly as he steps back. His face morphs into a soft smile noticing the light confusion in your eyes as they search his.
"It's not that I don't want to," He says, bringing your hand up to his lips, giving a soft kiss to the back of it, "Trust me if I could you'd be on the bed right now and nobody would be seeing you until we have to go to the airport" he chuckles out as he wraps his arms around your waist again. "but you look like you could fall asleep standing up, and I'm not going to rush this."
You nod as your shoulders relax slightly at his response, an unknown wave of relief washing over you.
"You can still stay... if you want," You say softly as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.
"Oh? Can't get enough of me already?" He says with a tilt of his head, "I don't know... You might jump my bones." His tone is playful as he quirks his eyebrow with that stupid smile on his face.
"Hmm... I guess I'll save that for another time." You say, returning his banter as you push off the wall and head further into the room.
Jake quickly makes himself at home, kicking off his shoes and lying starfish on your bed. You chuckled at him before throwing the TV remote at him, causing him to lift his head at you quizically.
"I'm showering," you answer the unspoken question on his face before turning around to grab your clothes.
He flops his head back on your bed "you sure you don't need help?"
"Don't get any ideas" you say slapping his leg as you walk past. You barely catch his yelp in reaction as you close the bathroom door.
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You step out of the bathroom, freshly showered in an oversized shirt and some sweatpants. Jake decided to make himself comfortable. His hoodie is shed and now lying on one of the chairs by your window as he sits against the headboard watching something on his phone while some random 2000's sitcom is playing softly on the TV at the foot of the bed.
When hears you exit the bathroom he turns off his phone and sets in on the nightstand and gets comfortable in the pillows patting the spot next to him.
"reserved VIP seating just for you, pretty girl" The smile on his face almost makes your knees buckle as you shuffle over to the empty side of the bed and lie down next to him.
He lazily wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you just slightly closer. You feel the warmth of his chest against your back as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, his breath tickling you as he inhales the scent of your freshly showered hair.
"tomorrow..." he starts softly "you're mine"
"Oh? And what if I made plans to go enjoy myself in this lovely city," you say playfully. Your hand reaches down to play with the rings on his fingers that were once holding your waist.
"Hmmm too bad"
You giggle softly and lean back into him as you close your eyes and relax into his hold. As you do so, you feel him relax against you, breath evening out as he mindlessly holds you just a bit tighter.
As you let much-needed sleep take over your brain, the conversation of what will happen when you inevitably blow off your friends tomorrow and what all of this means for the two of you leaves your brain. That's a problem for tomorrow's you. Tonight's you is contently snuggled up in Jake's embrace wondering what kinda voodoo shit she cast to end up in this position and what other kind of voodoo shit she can cast to make it last a little bit longer.
And when you wake up in the morning to Jake's pouty face trying as hard as he can (and succeeding) to keep you in bed for just 5 more minutes, you realize maybe you won't have to try too hard to keep him around.
authors note: sooooo what do we thiiiink? I reworked this like 20 times and i think I’m finally semi-satisfied with it so I hope you all enjoyed it!!
