Watermelon Sugar - s.jy
Pairings: Boyfriend!Jake x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH... It's the 4th of July, and you can't stop staring at the way your boyfriend is eating watermelon: his lips flushed and his chin dripping. You can't help but wonder what else that mouth can do...
WC: 2k
Content/Warnings: MDNI, Established Relationship, Touch of Fluff, Jake is so cute and bf material UGH, Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex (receiving), Sitting on Jake's Face, Riding Jake's Nose
Ari's Note: I totally forgot about the 4th until a few days ago, so I decided to whip up this little treat. Enjoy luvs! (I hope I didn't ruin watermelon for you) 😳
You watched Jake’s lips close around the watermelon across the table, his tongue darting out to lick up the dripping red juice.
Your fingers clenched around your lemonade glass, the cold from the ice doing little to distract you from the sound of his mouth sucking at the fruit.
To your right, your mom was telling some story about the time she and her friends set off fireworks in their backyard, scorching so much of the grass she’d been grounded for a month.
You tried to listen, but the way your boyfriend was eating through the plate of watermelon on the table was driving you insane. His lips were stained a darker shade of pink, his soft brown hair slightly tousled from the breeze that brushed over the lake, and his eyes…they danced like stars.
Ever since you invited Jake to come home to the States with you for the 4th of July, he’d been giddy with excitement. He showed you outfits he was thinking of wearing (almost always some iteration of red, white, and blue); he talked about fireworks, parades, parties… and then there was the food.
Every night, he’d ask you about the typical food that Americans had during the holiday, looking at you with wide eyes as you described burgers, hot dogs, steak, ice cream, corn, watermelon…the list went on.
Now that he was here, he ate like a madman, sitting at the table on your family’s patio in his baggy jeans and white and red long-sleeved shirt, licking his lips as watermelon juice dripped down his chin.
You could think of another use for those lips…and it had nothing to do with food and everything to do with the ache between your legs.
Jake caught your eye and tilted his head as he noticed your strained expression, a strand of hair falling over his eye.
God, he was adorable. You couldn’t believe he was yours half the time.
You smiled and glanced down at his mouth, letting your teeth scrape against your bottom lip as you looked up at him through your lashes.
His eyes dropped to your lips, darkening slightly as realization flooded his features.
“So Jake, how’s the weather in Seoul this time of year?”
Jake’s head whipped towards your dad, who was looking at him curiously, a beer propped on his knee.
“Oh, it’s pretty warm, not so different from here actually,” Jake said, a polite smile on his face.
“That’s good, I wouldn't want you melting on us.” Your dad chuckled. “y/n tells us she’s been struggling to stay cool.”
“It always feels hotter in the city.” You said, “So it’s nice to be back where it’s a little…quieter.”
Jake took another bite of watermelon, and this time, he looked straight at you as he sucked the juice into his mouth, the sound going straight to your core.
You glared at him, shifting slightly in your seat.
He just smiled, holding his hand up to cover his laugh.
“Enjoying the watermelon, Jake?” Your mom asked, glancing at the almost empty plate.
Jake nodded, his fluffy hair bobbing cutely. “It’s so good, thank you for all the food.”
“Of course! We’re so happy to have you. Maybe y/n will come home more if you’re willing to go with her.” She shot you a pointed look.
Jake chuckled. “I’ll try to convince her.”
You nudged Jake’s foot under the table, pointing to the house with your eyes, your chin resting on your hand as you bit back a smile.
Jake glanced at his phone before looking back at your parents, a mask of a frown on his face. “I just noticed my phone is about to die; I’m gonna go plug it in.” He stood up. “Do you guys need anything?”
You stood up too, almost tripping over your chair leg as you stepped away from the table. “I’ll go with you; you said you forgot your charger on the plane, didn’t you?”
Jake nodded, a flicker of amusement on his face. “Oh yeah babe, I almost forgot, can I borrow one?”
“Yeah, I’ll show you where we keep the extras.” You walked towards the door. “We’ll be right back!”
Your mom waved you off. “Take your time, honey!”
The second you were out of your parents' line of sight, you grabbed Jake’s hand, heading straight for your room.
Jake laughed at your eagerness. “That was some good quick thinking back there; I’ll have to make sure I hide my charger from them the rest of the trip.”
“Just say you were wrong and found it buried in your bag or something.” You said, finally reaching your door and closing it behind the two of you.
Jake bit his bottom lip, looking you up and down with a teasing smile. You felt a flutter in your stomach. Even though you’d been together for six months, you still felt as lovesick around him as the first week you started dating. Everything he did made your stomach flip and your heart race; it was both exhilarating and exhausting. Because with him, you were on top of the world, but without him you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Not to mention the physical aspect.
Your sex drive had been low your entire life. You thought it was just how you were wired—an inherent part of you that would never change.
But then you met Jake, and that theory went completely out the window.
For the first month, you felt like you were in a porno. You fucked on the couch, on the counters, in the shower, in the car…it was an addiction that only applied to Jake—triggered by his eyes, his hands, and his lips that he never stopped playing with.
It drove you crazy how he bit them, licked them, and rolled them between his fingers. It was a torture tactic designed especially for you, and he knew it.
“You really couldn’t wait till after dinner?” Jake feigned annoyance, but you could tell by the curve of his mouth that he loved seeing you desperate for him.
You put your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating under your fingers. “Nope, you looked way too good eating that watermelon, and now I have a problem that only you can solve.” You glanced down.
“Is that so? Are you jealous of a piece of fruit, baby?” Jake said, his voice low in a way that sank under your skin.
You laughed softly. “Maybe…”
He rested his forehead on yours, his hand holding the back of your neck. “Your parents will be wondering where we are pretty soon.”
“I guess we better hurry then.”
Without wasting another second, you leaned in and connected your lips.
Jake responded immediately, sighing as his hands dropped to your waist, pulling you against him.
You slipped your tongue in his mouth, smiling when you felt the sticky watermelon residue on the corners of his lips.
He pushed you towards the bed until you were sitting down, staring up at him with glassy eyes. Jake gently pushed you onto your back, placing kisses down your jaw. “Where do you want me, baby?” He smirked against your skin. “How can I solve your ‘problem’?”
“Your tongue, Jake; I need your tongue.”
He pulled away to look at you, his lips swollen from kissing. “Wanna sit on my face?” He kissed you again. “Ride my nose?”
Your eyes widened, and you nodded quickly, already sitting up, the pressure in your core aching.
Jake climbed onto the bed and motioned you towards him, his eyes dark and locked on your crotch.
You fumbled at the zipper on your jeans, sighing when you pulled down the fabric and your wet pussy hit cold air.
Jake groaned from the bed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Come here.”
You swung your leg over his waist, moving up until you were perched above his face, thighs straddling his head.
Jake’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers tight as he lowered you towards him.
When his lips made contact with your folds, you gasped, leaning against the headboard for support as jolts of pleasure shot up your spine.
You felt his tongue lick a stripe up towards your clit, lapping at your wetness gathering around your entrance the same way he sucked up the watermelon juice.
“Fuck, Jake.” You groaned, sinking lower onto his skull.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending another shiver down your back.
You ground against his face, moaning when you felt your clit brush against his large nose. You pressed down a little harder, causing Jake’s fingers to dig into your hips, keeping you just raised enough where he could breathe, but close enough where he had easy access to every inch of you.
The pressure of his nose against your sensitive bundle of nerves was divine, adding just the right amount of stimulation as his tongue teased your entrance.
You reached down to tangle your fingers through his hair, drawing a whimper deep from his throat.
“Jake baby, you feel so good.” You sighed, looking down to watch your juices glisten over his nose.
His voice sounded from below. “You taste so sweet,” he mumbled against your folds, “could eat this pussy all day.”
You rubbed your clit against his nose again, moving in small circles to create little explosions of pleasure shooting through your body.
Jake groaned and pulled you even closer, spearing his tongue through your hole, making you gasp and arch against the headboard.
He moved your hips against his tongue in a fast and steady rhythm, the friction slight but torturous as the rough texture of his tongue rubbed against your walls.
You started fucking his face, moving in gentle thrusts so you felt the stimulation from his nose and tongue at the same time.
“Jake, I’m close!” You cried, trying not to be too loud in case your parents had come back into the house.
In response, Jake shifted you down and sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning loudly as he felt your thighs start to tremble around his head.
Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt your climax approaching, building like a firecracker about to blow.
With a final suck on your clit, the wet sound echoing against the walls of the room, your orgasm crashed over you, rising like a sea of sparklers as your mouth opened in a silent gasp.
Jake didn’t stop. He devoured you like the watermelon was an appetizer and you were the main course, slurping at your juices with a starving intensity that left you breathless.
You leaned your head against the headboard as the aftershocks subsided, leaving nothing but a warm emptiness between your legs.
Slowly, you lifted off of Jake’s face, swinging your leg back over his waist and collapsing beside him on the bed.
He was panting softly, eyes following your every move as you settled beside him. “Problem solved?”
You chuckled weakly. “Always my favorite problem solver.”
He smiled, his nose and mouth still glistening with your juices, making his skin glow even more than it usually did.
“Have anything else I need to fix?”
You smoothed out a few strands of his now-messy hair, giggling at the cowlick that refused to go down.
“I’ll let you know.”
“At this point, I feel like we need another excuse for why we were gone so long,” Jake said, looking at you fondly.
You leaned in and kissed his lips, smiling as you tasted yourself on him. “Just say your mom called or something.”
He hummed softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss.
After a few seconds, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “What’d I do to deserve you?”
You looked back at him, staring with so much adoration you thought your heart would burst. “I ask myself that every day.”
Jake brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Happy 4th, Love.”
You pecked his nose, a dumb grin plastered on your face. “Happy 4th, Jakey.”
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Happy 4th of July!