If you're taking requests could you pls write about Jake's nose. Like maybe reader wanting to ride his nose for so long but she can't directly say it to his face cause she's shy but then one day she blurts it out and Jake's like all turned on and ready to please her?? 🫢
LONG RIDE
jake knew why you liked big noses. he just wanted you to say it.
bsf jake x reader. face riding cmon yall. smut! mdni! body worship and praise. jake is such a menace. munch agenda. short n sweet.
"that's soo fucking weird!" jay points out, "i've never had a girl say she'd wanna ride my nose." your tipsy group of friends simmer into disputes, stating their own arguments. it all started when everyone stated stating their weird bodily attractions in a circle. you said you liked big noses, both for the form and it's function. your girls were validating you, the guys were grimacing. "okay but imagine it though-" jake chokes, "she gets off to you. on you." there was crickets for a while before laughter. "-or maybe you don't have the shape-"
jake's eyes flicker to yours, you dared to not look back. especially when he's the reason why you've come to this conclusion.
“you guys are so- fucking unserious,” sunghoon says flatly, trying not to laugh. the night thins after, and almost everyone had left your apartment. almost. everyone. there was still a figure, picking up bottles on your balcony while you cleaned dishes under the warm light and faint rnb. you didn't want to focus on whatever vibes he's weirdly picked up from you. you can tell. and you hate the way how he can see through you. the way you look away after you catch him staring into the mirror, outlining the peak of his nose bridge. the way he snuggled his nose-tip into your collarbone when reaching over for more food. embarrassing. and now you can't even fucking face him.
you try to feel busy, be busy, act like fluffing your pillows on the couch were necessary. until-
a small nudge to your hip.
you peek. jake. of course. bowed next to you with a dumb little smile. it’s always that smile. the i-know-you-too-well one. the one that’s gotten you into too many 2am snack runs and “just one drink” nights. he taps your knee. “wanna go upstairs?” you narrow your eyes. “why.” “‘cause i brought my projector. and if i watch a movie in that living room i’ll get sleepy. you know how i am.” "and my bed doesn't make you sleepy?" "nope!"
you sigh. dramatic. “fine. but if you try to bring up the nose thing-"
“would never.”
embarrassing. you follow jake up to your own room anyway. because you always do. always have. always will. the two of you sit atop of your bed, metal frame creaking as jake spreads his legs for you to sit in between, his chest hugging your frame as the projector flickers to a dumb youtube video. neither of you say a word. long deep sighs and the clearing of throats when ads roll through. you can feel him waiting. ticking, fidgeting while he scrolls through reels- sighing when you adjust yourself. you feel yourself get antsy. like the elephant is waiting to be adressed and you're still denying it;
so you finally blurt it. halfly.
“okay when everyone pressured me and i looked at you i didn't mean- like-i mean, like, you have a nice nose. and you always knew i though that. but like- fuck! please don't tease about it. but like. i mean i-"
"who did you think about?"
"what?" you turn around to face him properly, hands either side of his thighs. the projector lights flicker on his face as his eyelashes bat low to meet yours. "what do you mean?" you ask again.
"i don't care if you like noses. what i care about is when you said it, who-" he looks up, sighing a lil in frustration. "never mind."
'never mind'. whenever jake says that or dismisses it, he only means for you to finish his sentence. you fumble, you avert eyes, you clear your throat. you feel the heat, looking down at your hands.
"you."
jake halts. "you- what?"
"i think about riding you. your nose. you." you mumble so clear to his ears. your tummy flips, and you clench your thighs so embarrassingly stupid you slam your face into your palms. "for how long?" he blurts, biting his cheek while his hands creep up to your sides. "how fucking long have you been thinking like that? about me? y/n. don't fucking play-"
"since forever. holy shit-" you blurt, pushing him away, "i-i'm so sorry jakey i don't wanna be a weirdo but-"
"a weirdo? did you fucking hear me defend you from jay?-" "i thought you were just egging me on-" "i've been fucking WAITING for you to say it."
jake reaches for your waist, turning and pushing you against the headboard. the projector was blurred nonsense in the background as his body lowers to meet you, dominating, peering. "say it again. say you want to ride my nose. i'll fucking give you everything you ever wanted, baby."
"don't call me that, yunie.."
"i can fucking call you whatever i want." he's mean. a new found confidence lies under his smug grin when he forcefully plops you onto his lap. he even had the audacity to shrug off your cardigan to reveal your plush pyjamas that tightly wrapped around you. "say it, baby."
you look away from him, and in that moment, he lowers his face down, trying to catch your shy eyes while his nose grazes your cheeks, your jaw and your lips. "c'mon baby, say it," he whispers desperately. "please.."
you look at him, blush creeping onto your cheeks. you feel his length against your ass, the throb of his member tying in with the shit-eating grin of cockiness to ever exist.
"i-i wanna ride your nose," you mumble into his ear,
"please.."
". . ."
the confession was enough for him to shuffle his body flat on the bed and palm your bottoms, and your begging made it worse. he growls, literally growls and gropes your tits until you gasp. "sorry y/n, literally just fucking sit on me i-- please-" his mouth agapes when he sees your cute brows twist up while he pants with desperation.
"i wanna make you cum on my fucking face."
"fuck!" you cry, feeling your panty slicken as he dry humps your core through your frilly undergarments. he can't hide it. the way he's smiling through his bitten lips and creased brows. he can't fucking hide it the way he's been wanting it. "mm. fuck- y/n." he groans, "so wet, all for me." you knew jake was a fucking pervert, you felt his eyes only on you way before you began to deny it. you squirm under his touch, still anchoring on his lap while a finger catches your slick to lick.
"jakey..." you whimper, and he melts, cock still hard, now irritated. he clamps you down until the zip goes undone on itself from him rubbing you on his crotch. "s-wanna make your dreams come true." he grottles. "baby. please. fuck- just." he mutters.
"sit on me." he begs.
and so you do, lowering down slowly still in your panties as he clamps you down himself, "sit." he begs, pushing your weight down onto him as you feel the vibrations of his moans against your core. his nose digs into your clit, rubbing against the fabric, rubbing against you as you slowly tilt your hips to grind on him. he slaps yours ass before ripping your panties to the side. "s-so eager.." you mumble, and he grips your thighs until you yelp in response. you're moaning through his fucking noises, his lips sloppy, slowly licking long strides against your folds while his nose catches your slick and rubs figures on your clit. "i-i'm sensitive! jakey-" "good." his muffled response got you twitching with ease, perky tits and hard nipples rubbing against the headboard as you look down at the view, his brows peaking out and creasing in the way that which you know, he's enjoying it.
your hips shift slightly rough, tentative, testingg the waters. the weight of his hands on your thighs doesn’t falter, digging into you, holding you just firm enough to remind you he’s still there, still sloppily exploring your folds before your own mouth. still looking at you like you’re some kind of divine miracle; like he’s been starving for years. you shiver. his breath fans across your skin, uneven and warm, and your fingers rest against his hair, tangling, tugging when he nudges deeper into your clit. he pauses, pressing the slightest kiss to the inside of your thigh and you gasp, not because it surprises you, but because of how gentle it is. like reverence. like a prayer. he looks at you as he stops, cock throbbing in his undone pants, hands unwaveringly still on your thighs as he gropes them, wanting more. waiting, for you to respond.
“jake,” you whisper, breathless, not knowing what you’re asking for. not knowing if you’re asking him to stop or to keep going or to never move again.
from beneath his lashes, cheeks flushed and lips parted, your tummy churns at the sight of his soft features pink and flustered, eyes eager and submitting at your body. you've never seen this perspective of him- and to feel it? so fucking hot your breathe unevens. even with the way his grip tightens, even with how wrecked his breathing sounds, even with how his eyes are glazed over like you’re the only thing he sees. “you’re doing so good." your chest tightens at your own words, and you try to breathe through it. you try to stay focused, but the room feels too hot, your head too light, and all you can feel is the press of his fucking mouth and the tremble in your own legs.
you then try to form a sentence. something. anything.
but all that slips out is a broken moan and his name again, breathier this time. more vulnerable. more undone when he pushes you off of him, landing you on your back as as towers over you. he peppers kisses on your stomach, and you see his face glisten under the projector lights, painted in your own clumsy wetness. he kisses your thighs, whispering filthy praises as he bites the side for a while. he lifts your thighs onto his shoulders, you pant. "fuck jake.. you're so hot."
he knows.
he hums at that, clearly pleased, clearly affected, and it sends a sensitive vibration through you that makes your thighs tighten instinctively around his shoulders. he doesn’t move. if anything, he pushes his rough tongue in further, lets himself sink into it. "been dreaming about this fucking pussy." he groans against your walls, his soft eyes tearing up at the side of his hands and lips kissing your beautiful core. "let me be yours, please. fuck."
“i'll be so good. let me fuck you, let me eat you. fuck! i’ve got you. i promise.” jake practically begs while he laps at you. you clench around his head, tugging onto his strands while he deliberately uses his bridge to rile up your swollen clit. your moans only power him, your hands move down to his cheeks, cupping him gently, and you tilt his face up. he looks dazed, wrecked, so far gone, and yet, completely focused on you.
the momentum starts to cave at a pace that makes you tremble, and jake's getting confident. way more confident.
you breathe in, eyes starting to sting at the corners from the intensity of it all, from the way he’s looking at you like you’re everything. like this moment is everything. you whimper.
“yunie-,” you say again, trembling. “i think i’m gonna-"
he nods like he already knows, like he’s been waiting for it, like he’s been holding himself back just to let you fall apart the way you need to. not rushed. not forced. he continues to lap onto you, through your shaky breaths and broken moans, your hips stuttering into his face while he precums into his briefs.
your fingers coil tighter in his hair. your back arches. and you let yourself break loud, you cum with a guttural moan that shakes your whole body to jerk up while sweet jake moans into your core, feeling your heat wash up against him. he continues to rub circles with his tongue, kissing the sides of your folds as you try to calm down. jake's hands left imprints on your thighs and waist, and he reclaims those mouldings again when you look at him like you've reached nirvana. "i just came. in- fuck- i just came in my pants." he slightly chuckles, breathless as you reach for his warmth.
quieter, jake kisses the inside of your thighs before reaching your chin. he tilts them to his face, and you see his nose, lips and chin glossy with your mess. he's awkward, smiling, pink and his eyes are pleading, hungry but, pleading. "can i get a kiss?"
"you let me sit on your nose, ride your face til i came in your mouth but you're shy to kiss me now?" "i just wanted to be romantic-" "you've kissed me so many times before-" "those are 'best friend kisses'-" "'best friend kisses' aren't real. you made that up nine years ago." "what about a 'boyfriend kiss'?" "..."
jake whines playfully, brows knitting as he nuzzles closer into your neck, kissing your jawline before he reaches your lips. he looks at them with thirst, looking back into your eyes. "i want my kiss.." and so you kiss him relentlessly, years of tension finally unsettling like the first wave of climax sent to shake down your body. you feel heat pool again when you straddle him, legs still a little firm to control. your slick panty gets thrown off to the side, and you strip your thin pyjamas, watching jake's eyes dart to your cute tits and flushed face.
"jakey," you pause, eyes daring to look up at him dangerously, "now let me ride your cock." you watch his brows spring up, smirk on display as he lowers down to kiss you, deep and rough. "that's my good girl. using her words."
and the night was longer than it seemed.
m: bello did u miss me 😋
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