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heartandfangs · 2 years

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I OWE YOU— PART FOUR.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, BestFriend!Heeseung, Heavy Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (if you squint)

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jayeun, f!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Arguing, Cursing, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Jealousy, Implied one-sided feelings, Unresolved/hurt feelings, Flirting, Slight slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual inexperience, Sexual tension, Anxiety, m!Receiving Hand job, Blowjob, m!Receiving Oral sex, Shower sex, Spit play, Cum play, Dirty talk, Pet names, Light degradation, Overstimulation, No aftercare, Dom!Jake, Sub!Reader WORD COUNT 3.6k

SUMMARY What’s life like when an aloof girl with a grumpy streak and a guy who’s the human personification of charm become roommates?

In which a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips turns into more than you bargained for from your playboy roommate.

It wasn't until after Jake tries to kiss you again that you catch a hint of what's really been going on inside of his head.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

The steamy shower scene nobody asked for (ta-da)! This was almost going to be a thigh-fucking scene with a sweeter but equally desperate Jake, however, it didn't quite fit the current story. This was actually written to be included in part three but I think it would've been a bit too long. A Dom Jake does things to me, especially when he's typically so sweet.

As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more! This is all I've got up my sleeve for now. ⚰️

TAGLIST

@skzenhalove, @axartia, @stbwe, @duolingofanaccount

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Masterlist

The world was pitch black behind your eyelids.

Then the sloshing of liquid made your ears twitch, followed by the sensation of being submerged in warm water by strong arms. An unfamiliar fragrant aroma filled your nose, and the sound of fizzing fully awoke you. You were resting your head against the back wall of the tub, warm candlelight glowing across your skin, and a colorful bath bomb swirling near your chest.

"What if I drowned?" you blurted out, meeting Jake's focused eyes as he sat outside the tub, gently running a washcloth over your skin.

He snorted, "That's what I should be complaining about."

Embarrassment heating your cheeks, you sunk deeper into the foamy bathwater, shooting him a sulky look. His dark hair stuck out in tufts, and you noticed where the sticky residue remained on his skin; you both really did a number on each other.

"Don't give me that look. It's the truth," Jake smiled, running his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting what was left of you.

You splashed water on his face.

He spluttered, shooting you an incredulous look, "That is bath bomb water, woman!"

"Shut up. You're crustier than me anyways," you swiped the washcloth from Jake's grasp and wrung it out. Slowly, you got on your knees and reached over to turn on the showerhead, soaking the cloth in fresh water.

"I'll just shower after you," he insisted, taking in how water dripped from your bare skin in the most tantalizing way.

You carefully sat back and leaned over the edge of the tub, holding his chin in place as you swiped over the expanse of his face and chest for a couple of minutes until you were satisfied.

Jake was quiet as he watched you, a bit taken aback at the gesture.

"Do you usually do this?" You asked, referring to the aftercare. You'd read about it, never experienced it yourself, though.

"…No. No, I don't."

You quirked a brow slightly.

"No, you just send girls off with your roommate's underwear and call it a day," you stated, scrubbing at his cheek.

Jake's fingers ran along your wrist, "You're not going let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope." Gradually, your gaze fell to his lap, "You're hard again."

Exasperated with himself, Jake ran a hand through his unruly hair and pulled away from you. "I can't help it. Just enjoy your bath."

"If I stay in here any longer, I'll get all pruny, so just use it. I'm gonna rinse off now, then drain the tub anyway," you insisted.

"Alright." Jake's eyes locked onto you as you stood up and tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, moving to stand under the showerhead.

It occurred to you that this was the first time you were completely naked in front of Jake. Hello again, anxiety.

Behind the partially closed shower curtain, you could hear him shimmying out of his clothing.

Ah, right, this was why you insisted on staying.

Calming your nerves, you inhaled the pleasant scent of the bath bomb but had an irritating hunch as to where Jake had gotten it. You guessed from one of his one-night stands; lazing around in baths wasn't really your thing.

It hadn't fully dissolved yet, so you gave it a spiteful kick, sending water sloshing.

"Having fun?"

You met his amused gaze over your shoulder and quickly turned your back to him, "Y-yeah, just give me a sec."

Thanks to the number of showers you've taken in the past 24 hours, the water bill would undoubtedly be higher than usual.

You pulled the drain lever, letting the colorful water slowly swirl in a spiral down the drain. Quickly, you pumped a handful of your body soap into your palm and stepped aside to make room for Jake, staring at the tile wall as you began to lather yourself up, feeling his eyes on you.

"…You sure you don't want to just finish up?"

"It's fine; I'll be quick."

Jake shrugged and stepped into the shower. When he brushed by you, the urge to take in his full figure was strong, but you refused to look at him at the last second. Even looking him in the eyes was too much at the moment.

After all, you'd never fully seen him nude. You tried really hard not to stare; you really did.

Yet part of you did want to catch a glimpse of him… it was only fair.

When he leaned over to face the wall lined with shower products, you stole your look, and you were far from disappointed.

Jake, as you knew, was all hard planes with the occasional curve in the right places; he was gorgeous to look at. His chest and abdomen were toned– the athlete put all of the everyday gesture drawing models that come through your studio classes to shame.

There was a reason you didn't stand a chance any time Jake made up his mind to pin you under him. Strength oozed from the physique he so easily hid under hoodies and long sleeve shirts; he was a sweet face with a wicked body.

Your eyes followed a pulsing vein near his love handles, leading down to a light trail of hair at the base of his cock. It stood flushed and hard like it was aching to be touched.

"You just going to stare?" Jake sent you a heated gaze.

You were caught.

Just as Jake slid his hand around his cock, you gripped his shoulders and turned him around. He got doused with a spray of water, his tight ass now in clear view of your sight. "I— ah, uh, I…."

Jake's shoulders shook as he giggled at your awkwardness. "What are you acting all shy like a virgin for? You're the one that wanted to stick around even though you knew I had a hard-on."

You bit your lip. Your silence was more telling than any honest response you could've come up with.

Jake glanced over his shoulder, "Are you…?"

"So what if I am?" The question came out sounding a little more touchy than you intended.

Something suddenly clicked in Jake's brain. The conditions of your encounters involving much more clothing than he'd typically prefer made sense now. People had different definitions of a virgin, but if you attributed it to not having had penetrative sex, he'd respect that. Although in his mind, he still considered you relatively inexperienced based on his time spent with you.

"There's nothing wrong with that— It just explains a lot, and I don't mean that in a bad way."

Ah, of course, it explains a lot.

He felt your grip on his shoulders falter. Jake turned around and tugged you under the warm water with him by the wrists.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Why are you asking–"

"Because you're still here, in the shower, completely nude– with me."

You averted your eyes, "Way to make a girl feel self-conscious."

"Don't know why you feel that way when you're so gorgeous. Not that you need me or anybody else to remind you, beautiful." Jake's eyes bore into yours as he held you close by the waist, letting you feel the girth of his hard cock press between your thighs.

You gasped lightly.

Sometimes Jake missed the mark, and other times he knew exactly what to say. This time around, it was the latter.

It was a shame you were terrible at receiving compliments, but your shy yet pleased expression had Jake grinning.

"We're wasting so much water right now."

"I think it's okay to spoil ourselves once in a while. We're always so busy..." He gently swiped his thumb against your lip, back and forth.

"How do you like it?" You asked to distract him.

He dragged fingers across your jaw, "… Rough and sloppy, like a certain someone."

Heat flooded your face. "I meant for getting jerked off—"

"I said what I said. But for you—" Jake wrapped his hand around yours and slid your grip along his cock, "Just play around. Do what you think feels right."

Gosh, he's thick.

"You have to tell me what feels good," you insisted.

"I will," he brushed away your damp locks from your face rather affectionately, "Use both hands."

His cock was lightly veined upon closer inspection, similar to his hands. Beautiful, really. Now you wouldn't be able to keep yourself from always associating the two upon seeing either.

Not that you were planning on seeing his cock again after this… Right?

"Can't believe you made me come without even touching me," he marveled about earlier.

"Yeah, how's that supposed to work? I know you don't like me that much; you hate my anti-social guts, after all." You smeared the precum from his slit around his pretty pink head, making his breath hitch.

You liked the sound of that. Your mouth was beginning to water at the sight of his slight reactions to your touch.

He smirked at you, "Not at all, ___. I think I'd love being in your guts."

"You're such a pervert."

"Mm, says the girl jacking me off. Try going a little faster, baby girl," he urged.

Warm water cascaded down both your bodies, and it hit you how intimate this situation you'd gotten yourself into was. Things were moving so fast; you were both spinning out of control, and the kicker was that you've been here before.

Something within you was at odds with the deviation in your relationship with Jake. His consistent ploys for your attention and his snide comments concerning Heeseung. His unexpectedly possessive nature and how he's trying to make it up to you after trespassing your boundaries all had you terribly confused.

It all started with the kiss; the moment he let you have your way, everything else snowballed.

It occurred to you that you had a fuck boy bending over backward for you, and you still didn't know why. It's not like you had much to offer him in the realm of sex with your lack of experience, but Jake kept coming back for more. Was that normal for him?

Even though you were roommates, well acquainted with each other's lifestyle, you didn't really know him, not like you thought you did.

There was something you were missing because it just didn't add up in your head. He was clearly incapable of upkeeping a proper relationship with how he lived his life. With the isolated way you lived yours, love was seemingly unattainable.

His twisted actions as of late could arguably be proving otherwise…

However, petty things like manipulating you and desperately striving for your undivided attention at the expense of your trust… that wasn't love. You had learned that the hard way long ago.

Lucky for you this time around, you weren't interested in it– not from Jake.

Jake brought your hands to a stop. His finger that tipped your chin up to look at him drew you out of your thoughts. He looked at you curiously, like he desired to know what was going on in that head of yours.

"Sorry. I was just thinking, it's too bad we don't have any lube lying right now. I don't want to chafe you."

He pressed his thumb between your lips, "Wanna try using your spit?"

Your brows raised, but you found yourself nodding.

Jake gently guided your head down to his hard cock, "Go for it, baby girl."

You tried to gather the saliva in your mouth before parting your lips, allowing it to drip off your tongue onto the length of his cock in thick strands.

"Fuck— don't just let it dribble out of your mouth like that," Jake growled.

Your head shot up in embarrassment, "Why? What if I miss—"

Jake shoved you against the wall, pressing his body against yours. You felt his heavy erection twitch deliciously against your stomach.

"Because it makes me wanna kiss you. Makes me wanna shove my cock down your throat and make a mess of you."

His honesty caused your core to clench in want.

Jake pressed his forehead against yours, rivulets of water spilling down his features. He wore such a conflicted expression, eyes flitting to your lips.

"Don't kiss me."

Jake blinked and slowly pulled away from you. You hadn't realized those words were coming out of your own mouth.

He quickly turned stoic, just like he had when you cruelly renounced your kiss earlier in the heat of anger. An unsettling feeling churned your stomach.

You felt the need to explain yourself, "We did kiss last night, but I told you I didn't want it to mean anything. Even though you changed your mind and kissed me, I know it was just– it was nothing. Then today happened, but I know that commitments aren't your thing in the first place and if you think kissing can lead to attachment…"

Then I don't want to fall for someone like you.

"I see."

Jake leaned in close, lips ghosting against your ear.

"If that's how it's going to be," His fingers slowly closed around your throat, pulling a startled gasp from you, "Get down on those knees, princess."

His tone was cold as he bit off that last word; Princess. You didn't care for the name. It lacked the warmth and familiarity you'd grown accustomed to from Jake. Like a switch had flipped inside of him.

It scared you, but it also deeply aroused you.

Knowing what was about to take place, you obeyed, dragging your hands down Jake's waist and his firm thighs to steady yourself as your knees hit the ground.

"Jake, I—"

"Enough talking; let's put that mouth to good use. Open wide and stick that tongue out for me."

You hesitated for a moment before revealing your tongue to him. Satisfied with your obedience, Jake spat sharply into your mouth, your eyes immediately rolling into the back of your head at the way his thick saliva mingled with yours.

"Yeah, you love that, don't you?" He mocked.

He guided his cock to your lips, letting the head rest against your tongue; your jaw wasn't used to the stretch as you accommodated his size.

"The underside is very, very sensitive…"

Immediately, you began to rub your tongue back and forth, the texture of your tastebuds sliding against his erection and the pearls of his precum. You felt slick trickle down your thighs, nipples aching at the provocative taste of Jake.

He held back praise, biting down on his lip.

"Use both hands, and breathe through your nose. Don't swallow your saliva; keep that mouth nice and wet for my cock," he commanded.

You rubbed your thighs together as Jake's hands tangled into your soaked locks, and he began to piston his hips into the tight cavern of your mouth. His thrusting was shallow at first, and you reckoned he was being considerate of your inexperience, but he gradually picked up the pace, his frustration overcoming his regard for you.

When he felt your teeth brush the topside of his length, he stopped to lightly smack your cheek.

"Wider," he reminded sharply.

His reprimand caused you to adjust your jaw and spread your knees even wider as well, your thoughts turning to mush.

While bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, your hands worked firmly along his cock, trying to recreate the same pace he demonstrated earlier when you gave him a hand job.

It seemed to work; Jake was panting above you, lips parted and brows furrowed despite his eyes being hooded in ecstasy. His hips stuttered messily at the sight of your lovely lips stretched over his cock.

You were a fast learner.

He admired how the water caught on your lashes in the prettiest way and spilled down the curves of your breasts and thighs. Jake's hands itched to touch your body, almost wishing he had you grinding down on top of him so you both could pleasure each other with your eager mouths while he gripped at your soft flesh.

But knowing your knees would be bruised for him only ignited the wild fire he harbored for you.

For everything, you were; inexperienced and callous, yet terribly down to earth and irresistibly charming. Sexy, without even realizing it– adorable, when you opened up to him about the things you were uncertain about, the things he was experienced in. He loved seeing these different sides of you and was desperate to change your one-note perspective of him.

Jake realized he'd been doing a shit job of that, especially now as he fell into his other persona– the side of him that sought to dominate what he couldn't have. Currently, he conducted the only type of situation in which he had a facade of control over you.

Ah, and you were letting him.

You wanted him to ruin you.

The messy sounds of his cock sliding into your throat echoed off the damp tile walls. Time had slipped away from you two in the heat of the moment; you were becoming lightheaded.

"Do you actually think I'll come at this rate?" Jake challenged.

The water blurred your eyesight and made it even more challenging to breathe at a steady pace, but you were determined to make him come. A muffled noise of opposition from your throat vibrated against his leaking erection.

"C'mon, princess, I don't know if this will cut it. Haven't even heard you gag on my cock yet–"

You cut him off, stuffing him as far down your throat as possible, relaxing your muscles and flattening your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut, tears spilling down your cheeks at your inability to breathe or talk. Spit bubbling against his shaft, you gagged around him but held deathly still.

Breathe through your nose, girl.

Jake groaned loudly as his cock pulsed against the deepest part of your throat, and he nearly lost it when you swallowed, constricting tightly around him. You did it repeatedly, your nails scraping down his thighs in the most delicious manner. Instinctively, you began to knead at his balls, remembering you read somewhere that it felt good.

"That's it— Fuck!" His rough voice sent shivers across your skin, "Show me that tongue–"

He pulled you off his cock and tipped your saliva-coated chin up towards him, his other hand pumping himself furiously in front of your face. You took a deep breath and swept your tongue back and forth against the corners of your mouth in anticipation of his load.

Jake looked so far gone as he struggled to keep his sights trained on you, suddenly bursting across your tongue in thick, creamy spurts. Your first impression of his cum was hot, a little heady like your own, but utterly intoxicating to your senses.

The way Jake brazenly moaned your name as he came made you want to grind against his leg to relieve the pressure on your throbbing clit. His familiar groans triggered memories of those sleepless nights spent eavesdropping on him and his partners through the thin walls of your bedrooms, but this time around, you didn't need to tune out another's moaning.

His fist eventually stilled as he squeezed the last drop of milky cum from his slit with a heavy sigh, fingers dripping with his release. This enthralling sight of Jake losing himself to pleasure is what you missed out on when you rode his face.

Jake nearly stumbled, but you pulled his hips forward and slipped his cock back into your mouth to nuzzle your nose into his pelvis despite his whimpers, exactly how he made you suffer. He caressed your hair, caught up in the overwhelming sensations you were inflicting upon him.

"Oh my god— Yes, baby girl, yes—"

He watched you ease off his cock, oh so slowly, lips barely sucking as your tongue left every inch of his sensitive cock coated in saliva and cum. Jake wondered where the hell on earth you learned how to do such a thing.

You pressed a kiss to his glistening tip and rested your cheek against his thigh, gazing up at him as you did so.

"Fuck," Jake's voice broke as he leaned over, drawing your face close to his. He was going to kiss you; you could see it in his eyes.

Then Jake stopped, just inches from your lips. You held your breath.

He released you from his grasp.

After rinsing himself off, you remained silent as he exited the shower, leaving you on your knees. Chill air seeped into the steam filled room before the door slammed shut.

The ache in your jaw and body was real. Who knows how long you'd been kneeling there. The pressure in your knees was relieved when you shifted your weight to stand up, leaning against the wall.

You washed Jake's release off your skin along with your own arousal from your thighs, then shut off the shower, not even wanting to think about the utility bill. As you stepped onto the bathmat and wrapped your body in a towel, something on the countertop caught your eye.

Your missing phone lay on the surface; the screen had collected condensation from your and Jake's time spent together. He had hidden it from you this entire time, yet that was far from the most shocking thing out of all that had just happened.

It was the way he looked at you before he nearly kissed you like he was…

You were unable to finish the thought.

Somehow, a hollowness in your chest made itself known.

What have you done?

You tapped the screen to reveal an unread message from Heeseung, and suddenly, you couldn't have wished for that Saturday evening to come any faster.

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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you can't just say you're having nasty thoughts about Jake in that video and then not share with the class >:(

you asked for it, sweet peach 😌

thinking about telling jake all day how pretty and feminine he is in that crop top with his eyeliner and his jewelry and his hair all soft, half-teasing, half-serious, trying to gauge his reaction. you can tell by his blush that he likes it, and you keep at it - “you're such a pretty girl, jakey” and “you like getting all dolled up, don't you baby girl?”. he bites his lip and flushes pink at your praise, and you think you've got him melting in your hands.

when you get home, you try it again - “how's my pretty girl, jakey?” and he takes you by surprise when he takes your chin in hand and puts his thumb in your mouth, his ring cool against your bottom lip.

“you like me being your pretty girl, huh?” he asks with a smirk. “alright, sweetness. bounce on my pretty girl cock and tell me how much you like it, then.”

#i am not. uh. well <3 #jake kiszka #maddie writes stuff!#n*sfw text #dom!jake

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Jake Sim: Third Time's The Charm Pt.2

In which you and Jake are back together...again, and he wants you two to prove your love for each other; in the best way you know how.

Consists of: First person (reader) POV, Make up sex, Fluff (surprisingly), Angst (in small doses), Flirty banter, Constant role reversal, Unprotected sex, Switch Jake (desperate and bratty when subbing, switches between soft and aggressive when domming), Switch Reader (soft when domming, desperate and bratty when subbing), Jake is very possessive and also insecure, Jake can be read as manipulative, Hair pulling, Brief marking, Oral (male and female receiving), Very brief pussy slapping, Very brief manhandling, Forced deepthroat (consensual), Brief spanking, Asphyxiation, Riding, A bit of brief objectification from both the Reader and Jake, Brief biting, Reader rubs their clit while being penetrated, Reader gets a bit self-centered when close to their orgasm, Jake chokes himself while playing with his own balls, Brief nipple play (male receiving), Creampie, They say "I love you" a lot

See Part 1: HERE

Previously:

"So one more chance?" He asks with a little pout.

"One more chance," I confirm with a defeated sigh, "But this is the last time, Jake." I reply sternly.

"I love you." He says as he pulls me in for a hug.

"I know." I say with a chuckle.

"Hey!!" He whines.

"I love you too, Jake." I reply.

"Wanna show me how much?"

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This horny asshole; all he ever thinks about is sex. I'm regretting my decision already, but nonetheless, this is what loving Jake is.

And so, with my hands already on his face, I pull his lips to mine and he immediately melts into it, his arms wrapping around my torso in a hugging manner.

Jake swipes his tongue across my lips, trying to gain access to the inside of my mouth.

"Don't be so eager." I pull back and say with a chuckle, seeing how his eyes are glossy; from the tears or the stimulation I'm not sure.

"If you really loved me you'd let me put my tongue in your mouth." He feigns hurt and pouts. Though it seems like he's only half joking.

"If you really loved me you would let us take our time. What happened to all of that fluffy shit you were spitting earlier?"

"Different circumstance." He says with a shrug as he grabs my hand and leads us to the bed, laying on his back and pulling me on top of him.

I straddle one of his thighs, feeling his boner on my leg. He's probably had it since he got here, expecting sex from the start.

I lean over his face and just look at him for a moment. So this is the man I love, the man that has brought me to my lowest points and then rose me out of them. The person who an invisible tether keeps me attached to always. I'm not sure how I feel about it anymore, about him.

"I'm ugly aren't I?" Jake says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I compose myself before coming back to our regularly scheduled flirty banter, "Yes, very." I say with a smile.

"Are you just dead set on hurting my feeling today?" He says as he laughs.

"I think that we both know that ugly isn't the word that anyone would use to describe you." I say matter-of-factly.

"Well what word would they use instead?" He asks, setting up his own ego boost.

"Handsome, hot, beautiful, and gorgeous are all pretty good options." I say.

"You forgot sexy. Come on, Y/n, you gotta step up your game." He says, shaking his head with a smile.

"Shut up." I say rolling my eyes, trying my hardest to hide my smile.

"Make me." He says as he tilts his head to the side, putting on his signature smirk.

That has got to be the most Jake Sim thing he could possibly say.

"Fine, I will." I say, now were really getting started.

I close the gap between Jake and I; holding his hands over his head as I stick my tongue down his throat.

The effect this has on Jake as evident as he begins "subtly" humping my leg that's placed in between his.

In turn, I grind my hips against his thigh that I've been straddling this whole time, I can tell I'm already wet.

Banter as foreplay, that is so us.

Jake's somehow frees himself from my grip and his hands find their way underneath my shirt and he fiddles with my bra strap before unhooking it completely. He then breaks our kiss to lift my shirt off, taking my bra along with it.

"Look at you. Such a pretty girl. All for me, too. You're all mine aren't you princess?" He asks me as he toys with my nipples a bit.

"Yes. I'm all yours." I say with hitched breath.

"You love me don't you?" Jake asks, massaging my breasts with his whole hand now.

"So, so much." I reply, not even thinking anymore.

"Good, that's good. I love you too, baby." Jake says before making both of us sit up and then latching onto one of my boobs.

I throw my head back in satisfaction, lifting my hands to his hair and tugging on it for something to keep me grounded.

The growl that Jake lets out is extremely loud and powerful, even with my boob muffling it.

I continue running my hands through his hair as he switches to my other breast, sucking and leaving marks until he's satisfied with his work.

When he is, he quickly flips us over; him now hovering over me.

He copies what I did earlier, now looking down at me for a long time.

"Am I ugly or something?" I say, mocking his early actions.

"You are the sexiest person I've ever seen, it's actually insane." He replies breathily.

Jake then pulls his shirt off and begins undoing my pants right after moving quickly with his fingers, desperation clear in his movements.

After he gets my pants off, he practically rips off my underwear. Immediately following that, Jake's face to face with my pussy.

"I missed this. Missed you." Jake says, though we had only been broken up for a couple days this time. I said he was dramatic, didn't I?

I swear I could feel and hear Jake sniffing my vagina before he began to lick stripes up and down my slit.

"I love your smell." Jake pulls away for a split second to say before going back to my pussy.

He kitty licks my clit achingly slow, being a tease per usual.

"Jake, please just eat me out for real." I say, sighing with sexual frustration.

"Good girls know how to wait" He replies, not pulling away from my pussy completely, resulting in his words coming out slightly muffled.

"Weren't you the one who was begging me to "Hurry up and put my tongue in your mouth" earlier." I ask, challenging his authority.

Jake lifts up from my pussy, giving it a harsh slap with his hand, "That's not what a said. Now shut up and let me enjoy my meal", he places another harsh slap onto my pussy before going back down to eat it.

"I was paraphrasing." I say with a smirk, after having a moment of stunned silence.

Jake stops his movements, I can practically feel the annoyance radiating off his body. He slowly lifts up, wiping my juices off his mouth and chin before grabbing me and manhandling me onto the floor, forcing me onto my knees.

"Here I am, trying to do something nice for you; trying to make you feel good. Yet all you do is be a brat and run your mouth. Such a big fucking mouth you've got there, let's put it to better use, yeah?" Jake says to me sternly while angrily undoing his belt.

He pulls his pants and underwear off, revealing his hard cock to me before grabbing the back of my head and forcing his length into my throat.

"Ah yes, your mouth is much more useful like this. No words, stuffed full of cock. It's just perfect."

I choke around his length as he occasionally brings the belt down on my ass, making me jolt forward and take him deeper. His hold on the back of my head never leaving, forcing me to deepthroat all of him.

I try my best to breathe through my nose as I start to get a bit dizzy from the lack of air, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Look at you, all teary eyed, struggling to breathe, literally dizzy on my dick. Adorable." Jake says before pulling me off his cock.

He moves back to the bed, sitting up against the headboard, "Come sit on my cock, princess." He says to me with an intense stare, patting his lap as if it was a chair.

I follow his commands without any hesitation or back talk this time, already seeing the consequences of disobeying him once tonight.

I climb on top of Jake and slowly sink down onto his cock. Both of us throwing our heads back at the feeling of becoming one again.

"You're so warm, baby. Love feeling this pussy wrapped around me." Jake moans out, grabbing onto my hips and guiding me up and down, setting the pace.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder as I let him use me like a sex toy; lifting me up and down as if I weighed nothing.

I place little kisses on his neck, later resulting to biting and sucking on it to quiet my moans. My actions in turn, only made Jake's moans louder.

"Fuck baby don't stop doing that." Jake groans out, running one of his hands along my back while the other still fucked me on him.

He's so impossibly deep inside of me, and the deep groans he's letting out are making my clit pulse. With both Jake's hands busy, I decide to reach between us and rub my clit myself.

I pull away from Jake's neck and let out a load moan, reeling from the sensation even though it's nothing new to me.

"Rubbing your little clit, huh, baby? You like that? Feels good?" Jake asks with a sweet tilt in his voice, briefly reminding me of how he'd entered my house earlier today.

"Feels so good, Jake. This and your cock." I reply, trying to move myself up and down on Jake faster, chasing the stimulation.

"You wanna take over, doll?" Jake asks with a chuckle, seeing how needy I've grown.

"Yes, please." I answer quickly.

Jake removes his grip from my waist, sliding his hands down to loosely rest on my hips instead, "Go ahead, hon."

Now given the power to control our pace, I immediately begin bouncing myself on Jake's cock, hard and fast.

At this point, I'm chasing my own orgasm; caring about nothing else but reaching my release.

And Jake can tell, watching me intently with a smile on his face as I desperately rub my clit and use his cock to get myself off, enjoying my selfishness.

"Gonna cum baby? Go ahead a cum all over my cock, sweetie." Jake encourages me, rubbing my hips to relax me.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Jake. Oh, fuck it feels so good." I scream out as the pit in my stomach gets deeper and deeper.

And then it happens. My orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks and all of a sudden I'm vibrating on Jake's lap like an electric massager, unable to sit still.

As I squirm above him, Jake fondles his balls a bit, rolling them around while my pussy was still harshly clenching him. He takes his other hand off my hip and brings it to his throat, choking himself tightly.

He bucks his hips up into me from below while he pleasures himself in other spots. I, who is still experiencing intense aftershocks from my orgasm am little help to him right now. Still, I use whatever energy I have left to toy with his nipples, one at a time since I'm still using one of my hands to steady myself.

"You like that baby? Are you gonna cum for me, Jakey?" I ask him as he whimpers at how our roles have reversed and I'm now the one leading him to his orgasm.

"Cum for me like a good boy, okay? I'd love it if my good boy would cum inside me." I tell him, leaning in to softly kiss his lips.

"Yeah?" He asks breathlessly, eyes becoming glossy again.

"Yeah baby. It'd make me so happy." I say with a smile.

As I begin to recover from my orgasm and regain my energy, I start to bounce on Jake once again, hoping to help him reach that blissful place as well.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside, Y/n." He whispers, letting out a long, strained whine afterwards.

"Do it baby, fill me up with your load."

I watch as his grip on his own neck tightens, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he thrashes upwards into me one last time before he reaches heaven.

He freezes for a moment, unable to move because of everything happening to his body at the moment.

He shakes a squirms around after his body relaxes again, every little movement triggering some thing inside him.

I can feel his sperm swirling around in me, never feeling so full in my whole life.

"I love you." Jake says clearly, his hand now away from his throat, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." He says, all of his declarations running together.

"I love you too, Jake." I say with a smile, grabbing his face softly and giving him a little kiss.

"Never leave me, okay? I need you. Promise me you'll never leave." A desperate look clear in Jake's eyes as he begs to me.

"I promise." I reply without hesitation.

Even if it's not true.

Even if we break up again tomorrow.

Tonight I mean it, and that's all that matters right now.

Sim Jaeyun, the dysfunctional love of my life.

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fettuccin-e · 6 months

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It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips.

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins.

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly.

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."

#i need to be dicked down by three (3) men #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #dom steven #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley smut #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockely smut #moon knight x you #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

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kittysarchive · 13 days

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Cockwarming, Enhypen

Heeseung

Cockwarming when watching movies is when he does it. Nothing better then mildly paying attention to the movie, to change the slightly boring hour, he'll opt for a Cock warming session. of course you wont decline.

Easing onto his lap, you felt so full while watching the film. Feeling him lightly pulse inside you, you struggled to pay attention. "Why are you squeezing me so tight baby?" Heeseung teased, knowing you wanted this to go further.

Jay

After a long stressful and tiring day, the both of you wont have the energy to have a round, so you opt for cockwarm him.

Laying comfortably against his chest, his length fit snug into your pussy. Pulling out your phone , you mindlessly scrolled while his cock pulsed inside you. "I thought you were to tired for a round" You piped out, feeling how his shaft pulsed, begging for you to move, he grumbled behind you. "I am to tired but I cant help how warm you eye" Jay closes his eyes, he didn't want blue balls, he didn't want to force you for a round of sex.

Jake

His horny ass will want any part of your to make contact with his cock. It doesn't matter if you cockwarm him, at some point Jake will buck his hips into your warmth, ruining the rule.

Feeling his hips fall back, you knew what Jake was doing. Lightly raising his hips up, he didn't think you noticed. "Stop" You said blankly, turning the page of your book. Jake whined behind you, stopping his needy hips. "Why..." He cried, cock throbbing in your warmth. You didn't reply. You had agreed for this, yet of course he ruined it.

Sunghoon

Treating almost like a game since cock warming was already boring for the both of you. It's simple whoever cums first or bucks their hips loses.

You laughed as you faced Sunghoon, his eyes were closed in concentration, his was about to break. "Just do it" You moved your lips to his ear, the slight movement on his cock caused him to groan. He was painfully hard in your warmth... "I d-don't want to lose" Sunghoon panted, holding his breath as if that would stop him from cuming into your pussy.

Sunoo

Unlike the rest, cockwarming with Sunoo involves many kisses and praises. Away from the silence, this is another un sweaty way to love each other.

Sucking on his collar bone, he cried out. You felt so good, you lips, your breath, your teeth, your pussy. It all felt good. Latching your lips away, you pressed your fore head against his. "Your so big baby" You wine out, feeling him twitch inside you. He filled you up so good. Rolling you hips slightly, you begged for friction. "Can I?" He quickly nods his head, whining for friction as well.

Jungwon

SPA OR BATH!!! This man wont cockwarm you any where else. Not wanting to get to messy in a spa, pool or bathtub he will result to letting you cockwarm him.

Filling the warm bodies around you body, you whine in pleasure. The temperature was perfect, your back against his chest felt perfect, his cock deep inside you felt perfect. "Feel good?" Jungwon laughed, feeling you clench harder around his length, he himself struggled to hold out a moan.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen headcanons #dom reader #sub reader #sunghoon smut #enhypen jay smut #jay smut #enhypen heeseung smut #heeseung smut #enhypen jungwon smut #jungwon smut #enhypen sunoo smut #sunoo smut #enhypen jake smut #jake smut

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givemefevrr · 28 days

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I just read your dom!enha post and jake ?? mr sim ?? the thought of him being possessive ??? ugh I'm the weakest soldier out there !! him seeing you run into your ex and just have a simple convo yet he gets moody af for the few next days without telling why he's suddenly like this then all this ending up in an angry sex ?? pleaseeeeeeee write it in your words I can't do this myself !!! love you in advance

- 🌷 anon

Is It Him or Me? (NSFW)

Pairings: possessive dom!Jake x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, light angst, rough sex, angry sex (all consentual), swearing, fingering, edging (?), cum eating (?), teasing, begging, overstimulation, kissing, dry humping, biting/marking, facials, pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc.), Heeseung is your ex

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Jake is a great boyfriend. He absolutely adores you, and whenever you are out together, he always holds your hand and steals kisses whenever he can. And that's exactly what is occurring right now.

Standing in line at a cafe, waiting to order, you couldn't help but giggle and squirm as Jake nuzzled into your neck, peppering your skin with soft, tickling kisses. Jake had been talking about bringing you here for months, as this was his favorite coffee joint, which he used to work at all through high school. It's on the other side of town, so it was a bit of a trip. But he chose the perfect day to bring you.

"Stop it, Jake, that tickles," you playfully protest, gently pushing him away amidst your laughter.

With a grin and sparkling eyes, Jake teased, "But you love it when I tickle you," punctuating his words with a lingering kiss on your cheek.

Suppressing your laughter, you swatted at him. "Not in public, you goof," you replied, noticing amused glances from others in the line.

Jake chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours as he turned his attention to the menu. "So, what are you in the mood for?" he asked, excitement radiating from him–practically making him vibrate.

"Hmm, what would you recommend, Mr. Barista?" You asked, scanning the menu before smiling up at Jake.

Eyes lighting up, Jake exclaimed, "Vanilla latte, of course! That's what I'm getting. Their vanilla lattes are the best. Well, at least when I worked here, they were."

You scoffed at his pride but ultimately decided on the vanilla latte.

But then you saw him. The bell atop the door chimed, a gust of wind blowing into the cafe upon their entrance. The familiar man seemed to recognize you, too, as he locked eyes with you and walked over.

It's your ex-boyfriend.

It's not like the two of you left off on bad terms, but you guys haven't talked or seen each other since the breakup, making this incredibly awkward.

"Hey," your ex greeted, approaching you with a friendly smile.

You glanced at Jake slightly before answering, the boy paying little attention to the conversation. Responding with forced nonchalance, you exchanged pleasantries, hoping the conversation would end soon.

"I didn't expect to run into you here," your ex continued, "It's quite a trip from Hillsdale, huh?"

It's weird, considering you both live in the same town, yet he coincidentally showed up in the same cafe, almost 45 minutes away, at the same time as you.

"Yeah, it's just a day trip," you nod.

He nods, too, the awkwardness becoming increasingly more apparent the longer the conversation continues.

"So, how have you been? What have you been up to? You look good," he complimented, looking you up and down.

"Ah, I've been great. I finally got a temp job for that marketing company downtown," you smiled softly, proud of your achievements.

"That's amazing! Yeah, I work at a car dealership about 10 minutes away from this place now. What a coincidence, though," he chuckled, finally becoming aware of Jake standing beside him. "Who's this?"

"Oh, Jake. This is Heeseung," you glanced at Jake once more. "My ex," you added a bit quieter, noticing that you'd caught the attention of other people around you.

You could feel Jake's grip on your hand tightening upon hearing that Heeseung was your ex, but he said nothing–masking any discomfort with a forced smile.

"Heeseung, this is my boyfriend, Jake." Heeseung looked like a deer in headlights, an embarrassed flush rising on his neck as he let out a matching embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, my bad, man. I didn't even know," he laughed, sticking a hand towards Jake for a truce.

Jake wore a small, forced smile and shook Heeseung's hand. "You're all good," he replied.

"Well, I'll leave you two be." Heeseung looked back at you. "We'll have to catch up again sometime," he said before walking to the back of the line.

After he left, there was a silence between you and Jake. You leaned into his shoulder slightly, cuddling up to him, as cuddles always made him feel better. Feeling uncomfortable, you broke the silence and said, "Well, it was nice seeing him again, I guess."

Jake nodded but didn't say anything, his grip on your hand tightening as you both stood in line at the cafe.

When it was your turn to order, you excitedly ordered the vanilla latte Jake recommended. However, Jake didn't even bother getting anything for himself, even though this was allegedly his favorite place. He put a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and mumbled for the cashier to keep the change, around $15. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your drink was being made, you and Jake waited by the to-go station. When the kind barista boy handed you your drink and said, "Have a great day. I hope you enjoy the nice weather," you reached out to take it.

But Jake beat you to it, grabbing it from the boy and handing it to you instead. "Let's go," he said, practically dragging you out of the cafe.

Trying not to spoil the date with his attitude, he suggested walking around the city to enjoy the weather.

He bought you some light pink and blue flowers from a small vendor, seeing you croon at them, knowing they were your favorite kind.

Next, you walked across a footbridge over a stream, asking Jake to take a picture of you with the beautiful view in the background. You walked, thinking about how Jake had the privilege of taking this beautiful path home from school every day.

Finally, as the sun set, you both decided to stop at an ice cream shop. The shop's perimeters had a swinging chair facing a small body of water with fishing docks along the edges. You two sat on the swinging chair with your ice cream in hand, Jake having chosen not to get anything for himself once again.

He had been trying to make the day fun by buying you flowers and taking you to these nice places from his childhood. But even as he handed the flowers to you, you saw his expression falter. Even as he walked across the bridge with you, he hadn't even told you that story about him taking the bridge path home from school–you made that up yourself to fill the gaps of what wasn't spoken. And even as he sits with you now, he sits on the other side of the swing, resting on his chin in his hand on the armrest. His sulky mood and his distance are so unlike him.

Jake had tried not to ruin the date, but his emotions were still visible despite his efforts.

You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for the "wonderful" day. But he remained quiet, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your gaze.

And he said nothing on the car ride home as well, only having a hand attached to your thigh as he drove silently.

–

Jake was certainly in some sort of mood, as his behavior persisted for the next few days.

He became increasingly distant, his temper flaring at the most minor inconveniences. If he ran out of milk for his cereal, he'd fly into a rage to the point tears would well up in his eyes as he curled up on the floor in frustration for hours.

He seemed to withdraw from you completely, barely initiating hugs or kisses like he used to. You tried to talk to him and understand what was happening, but he remained tight-lipped, shutting you out of whatever bothered him.

Almost every night ended with him laying in your lap, upset at something to the point he's shaking, and you running your hands through his hair to try to calm him down. He'd eventually fall asleep in your lap, only to be up and gone elsewhere before you woke up in the morning.

Then, one day, something happened that pushed Jake over the edge. It was one of those nights you found yourself playing with his hair, trying to soothe him as he wrestled with his inner demons.

It was almost bedtime, and you wore only one of his baggy t-shirts and underwear, as you usually did for bed. You were on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, when a notification popped up. It was from your ex—he was trying to follow you.

You hesitated, reading it, and weren't planning on accepting the request, yet Jake must have thought otherwise. He tensed up upon seeing the notification.

And moments later, he was sitting upright, his arms practically caging you between him and the couch cousin, kissing you roughly, placing your phone on the floor. You weren't against his sudden switch-up, as you haven't gotten a kiss from him in almost a week now.

You opened your mouth as he asked for entrance, tonguing at your lips. And as he deepened the kiss, he began moving, causing you to chase his lips, following his movements. He lifted you off the couch, carrying you to your room, refusing to let go of your lips, and once he met the edge of your bed, he immediately plopped you down and crawled on top of you, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting dark marks into your skin.

"I fucking hate him," Jake grunted into your neck, his voice muffled, and you barely just caught what he said.

A lightbulb lit up in your head. Ah, that makes sense.

"Is that why you've been in such a mood lately? Because of one interaction I had with Heeseung, who I haven't thought about for years?" you asked, lifting his head up from your skin.

Jake's eyes bore into yours, filled with anger and frustration. "Don't say his name," he commanded, his mood worsening. So, you decided not to press the issue further, realizing that mentioning Heeseung's name only fueled Jake's anger.

Jake ducked back to your neck, lips trailing down. His kisses became more urgent as he pushed your shirt up, revealing your skin underneath. His hands roamed up the sides of your body, his touch desperate and needy. You could feel the intensity of his emotions in every kiss, every touch.

Jake continued to kiss down your chest, his movements almost rushed. His hands roamed over your back, slipping up the back of your sports bra.

"Off–" He grunted, already pushing your shirt up and off your shoulders along with the bra, leaving you only in your underwear. "Take it all off."

His mouth immediately connected back to your skin, biting your shoulder and kissing all the way down to your chest, where he took his time marking you up. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently guiding and reassuring him with your touch. Despite his roughness, Jake's actions were vulnerable.

His hands gripped your hips and thighs and squeezed roughly, his fingers definitely leaving bruises. You tugged on his shirt, to which he willingly took it off, yet eager to return to your skin.

"Mine…" Jake kissed down your chest to your stomach, mumbling the word repeatedly. "You're mine. Say it." Jake's voice was low, his gaze on you dark, staring at your body with pure rage and hunger.

"I'm yours," you giggled. You had never seen him like this before and found it slightly endearing.

But he wasn't having any of that. "This isn't a fucking joke. Say it." he scolded, gripping your face and effectively grabbing your attention. "Say that you're mine and not… not his…"

Yet with the way he squeezed your cheeks with one hand–pushing your lips out, making you look stupid–there was no way for you to coherently do as he asked. But you try nonetheless.

With a whimper, looking right into his blown-out pupils, you said, "I'm yours. O-only yours, I promise," as best you could.

His possessiveness only turned you on more, and you could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch. Satisfied with the response, his lips crashed back down onto yours hungrily. He growled against your lips, letting go of your face and using that hand to roam down your body, his fingers hovering outside your panties.

You squeaked into his mouth, thrashing slightly as his thumb rubbed hard at your clit, overstimulating you.

He pinned your hips down on the mattress to prevent you from squirming, continuing his administrations with a sick grin on his lips. You watched his face as his anger turned into lust, fueled by pure jealousy. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against his hand.

Smirking, he added more pressure to your clit, causing you to try to writhe even more.

"More," you whimper almost inaudibly.

"Hm?" Jake asked, as if he didn't hear you. But with the look on his face, you could tell that he did. "You want me to stop?" You whimpered softly, shaking your head and reaching for his hand.

Despite that, he stopped touching where you needed it the most, earning a whine and more squirming, even though he's not touching you anymore.

"N-no, please don't stop," you whined, reaching for his wrist and pulling it back to your heat.

He just looked at you condescending as you humped his hand, and if you were in a normal state of mind, you would have had enough social awareness to stop–but you were far too horny right now.

"Please," you begged again, looking up at him with eyes glossed over with need, your hips bucking against his hand as you desperately tried to get more friction.

Jake smirked at your eagerness before giving you mercy, pulling your panties off and sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp. He grunted in response, returning to trailing hot kisses on your skin. You could feel his teeth grazing over your skin, knowing that by the time he's done, you'll be covered in bruises for days.

And that only turned you on even more.

"Oh god–" your breath hitches in your throat, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

"You like that, don't you, baby? My fingers inside you?" he purred, watching as you twitched and whined beneath him. "You love how I make you feel, how I can make you fall apart with just my fingers."

"Yes, so good– Fuck," you moaned, arching your back in pleasure as he added another finger and began to thrust harder and curl his fingers just how you like it, stretching you and filling you in a way that only he could. His other hand pressed against your lower stomach, the pressure making you even more sensitive.

"He doesn't know how to fucking touch you like I do," Jake rasped, his voice laced with arrogance. "I know just by the way you came so hard the first time I fingered you–there's no way that fucker has made you cum before. Only I can make you feel this good."

You could only nod wordlessly, unable to form a coherent sentence. Jake loved every second of it, the smug smirk never leaving his face. Your hands reach down to his sweatpants, trying to undo them.

"You want it so bad, don't you?" He cocked his head to the side, almost condescending. You frantically nod, hoping he'll just give you what you want like he usually does. And you get hopeful with how Jake chuckles darkly and pulls his pants down a bit, exposing his throbbing cock.

You mewled a bit as he pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied look. He positions himself at your entrance and leans over you, his face inches from yours. But his following words crush all hope, and you know you'll have to do more begging. "Do you want me? Or do you want him?"

"You," the desperation in your voice was clear and urgent. "Please. I don't want Heesueng, only want you. Just you–"

But before you can finish begging, Jake slams into you, filling you completely.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking say his name?" His hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to pump into you, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. He doesn't hold back, his pace rough and frantic with all his pent-up rage and jealousy.

You let out a moan, arching your back. Jake was rough, and it was shocking. But oh, it felt good. It felt better than anyone you had been with before. Jake knew your body so well and knew exactly how to make you lose control.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, neither caring about the deep red marks as you press into his skin. Your walls clench around him, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of sanity.

Jake's voice breaks during one of his moans. "C-can't believe he saw you like this before. I f-fucking hate him. Only I'm allowed to see you like this," he pants and his movements become sloppy, holding your hips down tightly as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. And his movements continued to get more and more desperate, his words becoming incoherent as he kept mentioning your ex.

You could feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten as you were pushed closer and closer to your breaking point. "P-please, m' gonna–" you gasp, clenching your teeth together as Jake's cock hits just the right spot inside you.

He uses a hand that was holding your hip to rub circles over your clit, trying to coax you to your orgasm. He then moves his other hand back to your lower belly, pressing down on it hard, like he did earlier. He hadn't done this before tonight, but you wish he had because you can feel his cock pressing against all the right spots even more now. You can't help but feel a bit jealous yourself, wondering who he learned that from.

But regardless, the added stimulation sent you over the edge, your body shaking as you came hard around Jake's cock, pulling some stray swears from him.

But Jake wasn't done with you yet. He kept fucking you, even as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation. You could barely form a coherent thought as he continued to pound into you, his own release still building inside him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he grunted, his thrusts becoming shorter and rougher. "My pretty girl. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face."

And with one final hard thrust, he pulled out, maneuvering himself to jerk off over your face.

You were cock drunk at this point, and your face must have shown this, as Jake chuckled deeply. He cooed, brushing his hand on your cheek and wiping away tears you didn't know had fallen. "Awe, who did this to you? Who's got you all fucked out like this?"

And you finally made out a broken "you" through your whines and panting.

"Yeah, that's right," your response makes his grin widen, seemingly with pride. "Me, not him," Jake spoke as if trying to convince himself more than you.

It only takes a couple more tugs before his hot release splatters across your face, his moans and deep laughter mixed with one another as he comes down from his high.

When he's done, he crawls to lay next to you, seemingly a whole new person.

His puppy-like personality is back, wearing the loving smile he always has when looking at you as he wipes his cum off your face with the corner of your sheets.

Afterwards, he peppers your face and lips with soft kisses, speaking equally soft words. "I'm sorry, baby," he nestles up next to you as you do the same thing, a small smile on your face, still kind of out of it. Was that too much? I've just been so moody lately because of…yeah."

"No, I just wish you'd talk to me and not let everything build up." You pout, placing your palm on his cheek before snorting out a laugh. "Not that it wasn't amazing. I've never seen you so possessive–it was hot."

He giggled at this, too, a soft blush rising in the apple of his cheeks.

"But really, talk to me next. You aren't okay after something like that. Okay?"

"Gotcha," He scoffs before peppering you with kisses all over again.

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Ahh!! I guess your my first anon 🌷 :)

Also, apologies for the insane word count, I yap a lot as you can tell 😅

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incculum · 3 months

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Ooh could I request a jake sully x top male reader smut? He's been misbehaving lately but instead of punishing him reader is very gentle. Sir kink and overstim please!

Jake Sully.

top male reader

a/n: feel like I haven't written in ages but I missed Jake fics. sorry I took so long to write this + that it's short

Jake's been fucking with you, and you know it. He's been tugging at your strings of patience and waiting for them to snap. And they do, when you give him a final chance to redeem himself and he purposely fucks it up. But they don't snap in the way he expected.

He chose to ignore you today, and you hoped he'd finally listen when his own safety was at stake. But he chose to put your irritation above all else and your shout of warning went in one ear and out the other.

You don't hide your disapproving stare when Jake sits up and presses a hand against his stinging chest. You're quiet when he meekly looks up at you, waiting for a heated response to come from you not because of the minor, easily avoidable injury (had he just listened to you), but because of his insistent misbehaviour.

But you stay silent, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. When you open them again and exhale, Jake is still looking at you. A cocky smile takes over his face when you don't speak and you know you have to do something about it.

Despite his pride, he still follows like a lost puppy when you tug on his wrist and softly push him into your shared tent.

"Touch yourself, love." Your words break the silence and Jake's tense staring session, burning holes into the wall in front of him.

Jake turns his head to the side and looks at you from the corner of his eye, suddenly losing all of his previous attitude, fingers twitching against his thighs. You stay standing behind him and he feels so unbelievably exposed. "I.."

"You heard me," your tone is a stark contrast to your words – far gentler and more adoring than Jake expected. His shoulders jump when your hands glide up his back and your fingers rest on his shoulders, applying a soft pressure. But his arms stay motionless at his sides and you sigh softly.

Your fingertips leave behind goosebumps when you gently run them over his shoulders, down his arms, and past his wrists. You cage yourself around Jake with your body, one hand holding his waist and the other cupping the back of his hand in your palm. The contact of your chest against his back makes his shoulders tense but you pay it no mind and force his hand to move under yours.

His warm palm makes contact with his hard, already weeping dick from under his loincloth and you smile to yourself when a pleasured sigh leaves him. Your lips press against the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulders and your hand speeds up. Jake groans under his breath and you can feel his pre-come seeping through his fist and pooling in your palm.

His jaw tenses, his breath heavies, and you just watch over his shoulder, setting an unrelenting pace with your arm, "feel good?" Your words are a whisper against his neck and his pulse beats under your lips.

"Mhm.."

"Use your words, love," your other hand slowly runs up the expanse of his stomach and up to his collarbones before your fingers gently trail back down again over his heaving chest.

"Yeah, f-feels good.." a gentle bite into his sensitive flesh has him gasping out, "feels really good, sir."

Your tongue runs over the faint bite marking his blue skin, "there you go."

You don't stop when Jake's hips stutter and shift in your hold and he whispers that he's close, expecting you to pull your hand away at any moment and rip him from his high. But you don't. A sob-like cry nearly escapes him when you keep going despite the come dripping down your knuckles.

Only when his knees threaten to buckle under his weight do you let him breathe. You hold him in your arms and let him kneel down on the leaf-covered floor, giving him a few short moments to settle and wiping your hand with a cloth.

His back stays pressed against your chest and your hands find his front again, fingers painting ghostly patterns over his stomach and chest, "you okay?"

Jake's hum of confirmation makes you smile. You slip a hand between your bodies and gently press it against his back encouragingly, between his shoulder blades, "on your hands and knees, then, love."

You're still gentle when your oiled fingers slip into him, cupping his hip with your other hand and rubbing circles into his skin with your thumb. Your touches never cease in their softness and care seeps through every movement, even when you push the tip of your cock past Jake's stretched rim and chants of your name and 'sir' leave him in gasps.

When your cock bumps against his prostate and sinks deeper into his guts, Jake shudders and his hips buck. Your hand slips from his waist to his cock, languidly stroking him. Your dick forces the air out of his lungs with every shift of your hips, no matter how small, and Jake can already feel his mind slipping away.

A particularly hard thrust knocks him down onto his elbows and you smile. It doesn't take long for him to come again when your hand doesn't leave his dick, only speeding up. He claws at everything in reach and a near-cry breaks past his lips when your hips don't stop.

"God, please," Jake manages to groan out through his noises.

You pause and your hand moves back to his waist, "want me to stop?" He doesn't answer.

"Then you can keep going," you tell him and an even softer "can you do that for me?" has Jake nodding.

"..Yes, sir."

"Good," you lean down to kiss along the light freckles that decorate his shoulders and push him until his cheek presses against the floor. Your hands slide under his hips and you hold his lower half up. Jake's gasp into his arm when your cock nudges his overstimulated prostate again makes you smile.

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pjsfvs · 3 months

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Sunoo eating you out

paring : dom!sunoo x afab!reader

warnings/tags : oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, idk js really horny sunoo..

summary : just a sunoo hc.

a/n : don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.

Sunoo loves to eat your pussy.

He loves the way you taste. He runs his tongue over every centimeter of your pussy simply savoring the flavor. He laps through your folds slowly, collecting every drop of your slick on his tongue as he groans into you. He swears you taste like a juicy peach.

When Sunoo eats you out, you can plan on him being down on you for hours. You’ve had to beg him to stop because you were so far gone and were too oversensitive.

Sunoo will go down on you any time of the day for any reason. He had a bad day; he’ll eat your pussy. You had a bad day; he’ll eat your pussy. You get a promotion; he’ll eat your pussy. You were bored, he’ll eat your pussy. You wore the shirt he was going to wear today; he’ll eat your pussy. You get the idea.

If you haven’t yelled yourself hoarse from his ministrations, he feels he hasn’t done his job well enough. He wants the other members to knock on the door concerned because of all the noise they’ve been hearing. He wants to feel his jaw ache from how hard you wrapped your thighs around his face. His hair should look like he got stuck in a windstorm where you’ve run your fingers through it and pulled as you cum on his tongue.

One night after dinner he pulled his car over and sank to his knees outside the door. He had made you cum so hard that you gushed, and it ran down into his undershirt. He grinned the whole way home even though he was starting to get cold with the nip in the air.

Sunoo is the first man who convinced you to sit on his face. You were uneasy about how to go about it and you were self-conscious at first. Until he simply lifted you up and slid between your legs. Your fears were set to rest when you looked down, saw his eyes roll back into his head and could feel him moan into your clit as he sucked it.

When Sunoo comes up for air, he’ll use two fingers to caress your g spot and roll your clit with his other hand. He’ll praise how good you taste and how much he loves that he can make you cum this hard with his mouth. “Such a good girl, cumming so hard for me.” He’ll kiss his way back to your slit and as he pulls his fingers from you, he’ll growl against your clit “Do it again.”

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coryosbaby · 11 months

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Fun size - Jake Sully x human! bimbo! Reader

I haven’t watched way of water yet but idgaf Jake been fine since the first movie there’s also no plot so don’t question anything pls & thank u

Summary: Jake loves how small you are.

Warning: mentions of blood, p n v, rough sex, major size kink, tummy bulge, daddy kink, Jake has a big ass monster cock, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, fisting (?), spit kink, degradation/praise, squirting, creampie, dom! Jake, sub! Reader

“you’re hurt!”

It’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth when Jake appears in front of you in the laboratory. A concerned look is etched across your face, as you look down at the na’vi’s bloody palm. The lab is empty, besides you and him; it’s late, and you decided to stay a few extra hours.

He chuckles at your reaction, taking a seat on the tile floor. He’s too big to fit anywhere else in the room.

“I’m okay, honey. It’s just a little scratch,” he assures, as you move over to grab a first aid kit. You roll your eyes, grabbing the red box anyway and sitting down beside him to patch up his wound.

“Then why did you come here?” You ask teasingly.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he sighs, mockingly. “Maybe to see my favorite girl.”

You flush, heat rising to your cheeks at his words. And when you begin to wipe away the dried blood with a alcoholic wipe, you begin to speak.

“So how is it? On pandora, I mean.”

Jake hisses at the feeling of the wipe running over his wound. But then he sighs dreamily, tilting his head back. “It’s…wow. It’s great.”

You nod, happy that he’s doing good and liking his new life.

After a moment of silence, you look up at him through fluttering lashes.

“I missed you.”

He looks at you longingly, a soft smile forming on his face.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

You bring out a tube of antiseptic and apply it to his hand. It’s not that bad of a cut, just enough to draw a bit of blood. You grab a bandage and wrap it around his palm. His hand is so big that it takes a good chunk of the covering out of the kit.

Jake smiles when you’re done, and when you look up at him his eyes flicker.

“Kiss it better for me?”

His voice is soft, and questionable. You bite your lip, and grab his hand in yours. His blue skin is warm and inviting.

Your lips come down to kiss the bandaged cut. Soft, and you breathe against his skin as you do it longer than you should. When you pull away Jake’s opposite hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face.

“You’re so tiny. Do you know that?“

The statement catches you off guard, and you frown.

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” he states softly. His hand strokes your cheek in slow circles. “I think it’s perfect.”

You and Jake have had intimate moments like this. Moments before he even became na’vi, when he worked with you and became your close friend. And there was always someone to interrupt that moment.

There isn’t now, though.

And so Jake moves you closer. His hands grab your arms. He’s gentle, as to not disturb his wound. And he pulls you onto his large thighs. You gasp, your legs moving onto either side of his, and it’s hard to do, really. He’s so wide in comparison to you that it causes a mild burning stretch in your groin. He moves closer, his lips warm against your ear.

“Do you feel how big I am?”

You shiver, beginning to squirm in his lap. As he pulls you to his chest.

“W-What?”

“I said..”

He grabs your hand, a small growl emitting from his throat. And, without warning, places your fingertips against his covered crotch.

“Do you feel how big I am?”

A small squeak spills from your lips when he commits the action. His bulge is big. Huge, even. You don’t know how he manages to cover it up with that thin piece of fabric.

“Yes.” You breathe out. His eyes are locked onto yours with a burning and intense desire.

“Kiss me.” He demands.

You obey him instantly, moving up to him and crashing your mouth onto his. You’re desperate, hands moving up to his brunette locks and give them a harsh tug. Jake groans, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. He tastes sweet, and his sharp canines scrape against your bottom lip. When he pulls away, it’s because you’re grinding down onto him and making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Sweetheart..” he moans out.

“You’re so big,” you say, whiny and breathless. “I want you inside me, sir. Want you to be my first.”

“Goddamn, sweet girl. Are you sure you can take it?”

“I’ll take is so well for you, daddy.” You’re moving down to pull the loin cloth off of his dick. As expected, he’s enormous. Bigger than any human could ever possibly be. Fifteen inches and blue, with a slight curve and a long thick vein going right down the middle. The mushroomed tip of him is drenched in sticky liquid. Your mouth waters, as you go to stick your mouth to his girthy length. Licking a stripe up the vein, your eyes roll back when your tongue runs over a string of precum. He tastes divine.

“Good girl,” Jake praises, when you begin to kiss his tip. “Good fuckin’ girl..”

You whimper, and open your mouth wide. He’s too thick to even stick inside your mouth. You make a sound of disapproval at this realization, but that’s quickly forgotten when he’s grabbing your hair, fastening it into a ponytail, and telling you to spit on him. You do, leaving a wet puddle of drool on him. And then he holds you still and begins to hump your face. Your spit rubs against your own skin, and when his balls come in contact with your face your rubbing your open mouth on them desperately.

“Wetting that cock so good, baby, keep doing that. Gotta get you ready so I can stretch out that tight little cunt.”

The thought of his cock cramming itself inside you and stretching you beyond your limits makes you mewl, and although you should be scared to fuck such a big cock, you aren’t. The only thing you can think about is your needy hole being filled with Jake’s hot cum. You pull off of his balls with a pop, looking up at him with pretty Bambi eyes.

“Can you use your fingers on me, daddy?”

“Yeah, honey, yeah,” Jake murmurs. He’s overwhelmed, his face and neck incredibly hot. He brings his own hand to his cock, to relieve the ache of wanting to pummel you until your pussy breaks. “Shit, take that skirt off and lay down.”

You do, unzipping the pink fabric and pushing it, along with your underwear, down. Your pussy is swollen and aching, and when you lay down on the floor Jake pulls you toward him. He grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart. And when your dripping cunt is revealed to him, he has to stop himself from shoving into you. Your pussy is red, clit swollen and juices trailing down your ass. The curly hair at the top of your snatch is almost adorable. And when Jake watches your little hole clench around nothing, he growls.

“Fuckin’ perfect. A human man wouldn’t know what to do with this little virgin pussy. Would he?”

You shake your head, watching as his index finger runs a stripe up your slit. You squirm, feeling his fingertip begin to sink into your hole. He gets to the first knuckle, and pauses. You furrow your brows in confusion, beginning to whine. He chuckles when he feels you clench around his finger.

“Needy? Haven’t even put a whole finger in and you’re all fucked out.”

“Please, daddy. I need it s’ bad.”

Your begging seems to work, because then he’s sinking it all the way in. And then, without warning, he shoves his middle finger inside of you, too. You cry out, the stretch something you aren’t even used to with your own fingers, let alone his. Wet gushing sounds emit from you when Jake begins to speed up his pace.

“Slutty girl. Look at you, dripping around my fingers, aren’t you? Yeah, fuck that pussy on my fingers, you pathetic slut.”

You mewl, your hips chasing that delicious friction of his fingers rubbing your inner walls. He attempts to squeeze his ring finger in, and when it pops tightly into your stretched hole you gasp out.

“Too much..” you mumble, your eyes shut and tongue lolling out.

“And you say you can take me? Baby, this is only three fingers. I might need to put my whole hand in here to make it fit.”

“Oh, god.” You say. “Jake..”

“I know.” His pinkie ghosts over the rim of your hole. “Think you can fit this in there?”

“I.. I don’t know..”

“It’s okay, sweetness. We’ll make it fit. Won’t we?”

You nod, dazed and confused, your pussy hurting from how good being stretched beyond your limit feels. The tip of Jake’s pinky slips in, and the tight fit feels incredibly snug. But you relax anyway, and it slips in with ease.

You huff, trying to calm yourself down as you drip all over the floor. His thumb is the only finger that isn’t in, and with skill he begins to rub your clit in slow circles.

“Daddy..” you slur. You can feel your orgasm drawing closer, Jake not even moving his fingers inside you but you still quake around the digits. He makes one small thrust into you. He massages a part of your walls that has you fucking into his hand. He smiles as he watches you become desperate for him. And without warning he begins to finger fuck you. Your wetness splashes all around your thighs and onto his wrist, and you a throaty moan pours from your throat. Your walls accommodate to his fingers quickly, and in no time your gaping snatch is being brutally manhandled by his strong hands.

Your eyes roll back, and as he massages your clit your hips surge up and you cum all over his fingers.

Jake grins, a proud smile on his face as you squeeze around him.

“Such a good little girl. That’s it, that’s it, honey.”

When you come down from your orgasm, your head spins from the high of it all. He slowly pulls his fingers out. When you’re empty you can feel your pussy gaping.

You haven’t even got to his cock yet. That’s what goes through your head, as you look at his incredibly large length resting against his stomach. It’s going to destroy you.

This is when you begin to get nervous. Can a vagina even handle that big of a length? It can give birth to babies though, right? So it should be okay..

You’re supposed to be a scientist, but you don’t know.

Jake’s hand on your cheek brings your attention back. It seems you’ve zoned out.

“Stay with me, baby.”

You nod, your hand covering his as you kiss his thumb sweetly.

“‘M here, Jake. I-“ his thumb is brushing over your lip, now, and it makes your head spin. “-I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his thumb with ease, and you suckle gently. He groans, his body climbing in between your spread legs. His tip taps your clit, and your legs shake from the stimulation of your overly sensitive button.

“Spread this little pussy for me.” Jake says gruffly.

A whine emits from your throat as your fingers move down and open your lips up for him. His cock rubs up against your slit, and he moves forward to push himself into you.

It’s only the tip, but it still pains you. He leans forward, a grunt leaving his lips as his hands go to the sides of your head. He pushes in a bit more, and you gasp in shock; his girth is the worst (and best) part of it all.

“Daddy.. s’big!” You cry out. “Feels..”

You don’t know how it feels. All you know is that he’s throbbing and spilling warm ropes of precum into your sweet cunt, a burn starting in your pussy because of the stretch. He leans down to your ear, pressing a kiss behind it.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl. Take that dick, bitch.”

His voice is a low whisper, and his roughness surprises you. You definitely don’t hate it, though. And when he pushes into you another few inches, your eyes roll back and tears fill your eyes from the pleasure and pain. You don’t know what’s overtaken Jake, but he’s growling low in your ear as he takes your cunt with all he has.

“Filthy little size queen..” he moans, feeling your tight heat as it wraps around him. “All your good for is being my little cocksleeve. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, oh my god!” Your legs quiver. He chuckles, darkly.

“I’m halfway in.” He states. “Surprised you haven’t split yet.”

He says it so easily, as if he isn’t literally risking your life right now. His gentleness from earlier is gone, now.

“Wouldn’t mind if I did..” you mumble quietly.

He scoffs, amused. “What was that?”

His cock pushes further in. You groan, looking down at watching in awe as your pussy lips stretch obscenely around him.

You yelp when his hand comes down to spank your tits.

“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me. What did you say?” He demands.

“I said I wouldn’t mind if I did!” You repeat, a small moan mixing with your words. “Put it all the way in, daddy, break me, please!”

His eyes turn a shade darker as he bares his fangs at you. “Yeah? You want it all the way? Huh?”

His cock is forcing its way inside you, and he has no mercy as he pushes his dick inside your tight heat. You sob, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks, as he forces your cunt to adjust to him.

“Little pussy’s choking me, fuck.”

You can tell that even now he’s trying to hold himself back a bit longer so he doesn’t actually hurt you.

He pauses at a certain point. It’s like he can practically feel your cervix stopping his cock from entering any further. You’ve taken about twelve inches of his him, and he’s kissing the squishy wall at the very end of your gummy walls. It’s not necessarily a pleasant feeling, but your neediness makes it barely noticeable.

And when Jake looks down, a strangled moan comes out of him. Because there, in that space just below your tummy, the outline of his cock rests inside of you.

“Oh my god…”

He pulls out a few inches, and then presses himself back into that same spot. You whimper, the feeling of him throbbing inside of you igniting a fire in your belly.

Or maybe it’s his cock.

He grabs your throat in a tight grip as he directs your head to look down at the outline of skin that his cock rests under. “See how deep I am, angel?”

“It’s so much..”

“I know. It feels good getting used, doesn’t it? Little girl likes her hole being filled?”

You don’t even aknowledge what he says, just trying to take more even though it hurts. “Fuck me!”

“Patience.” Jake quips, as he pulls out until only the tip is left in you. And then he slams forward, hard and rough, and the sound you let out is almost animalistic. It hurts, but it hurts so damn good.

He begins to pummel your walls, no mercy as his thrusts quicken second by second. He grabs your ankles with his hands and practically bends you in half to watch your ass clench and your needy pussy get torn open by him. When he sees that blood is coating is cock, he begins to growl again.

“Fuckin’ pussy is bleeding. Slutty fucking hole can’t take daddy’s dick, can it?”

“I c-can, sir.”

It’s not true, and you both know it. But the look in your eyes makes Jake not be able to stop. You look too delicious, too fucked out and filthy, for him to stop ramming himself into you. He brings his fingers down to your clit, begins to toy with it, and you sob as your orgasm draws closer.

“Daddy! Pleasepleaseplease..” is all you can say as your high crashes over you and your wetness gushes all around him. He moans, watching your squirt land on his thighs and soak his fingers.

“Good little bitch.” He huffs out. You can tell he’s close, too. His hips are stuttering and his eyes are shut tightly as welcoming cunt takes him.

“Cum inside me, daddy,” you slur. “Fill me up with your hot cum. Need it s’bad..”

“Shit!” His hips still, and your eyes widen as you feel his hot cum squirting against your bruised cervix. His cock pulses as he releases his sticky seed inside your womb. When he stills, your breathing slows and you gently grasp his shoulders. He pulls out, hesitantly, and you let out a small cry when you feel your hole gape around nothing. He notices your shaking thighs.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You nod, satisfied and happy at what just occurred. Jake brings a kiss to your forehead, and you fall asleep right there on the floor, fucked out and dreamy.

When you wake up, Jake is still there, holding you in his arms as he sleeps, too. He never left.

#Jake Sully #Jake Sully x reader #Jake Sully x fem! reader #Jake Sully smut #dom! Jake Sully #sub! reader #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #atwow fanfiction

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sunoofairyofsass · 3 months

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Enhypen getting domed by the reader

Warning:Smut(obviously),nipple play,edging,cumming in shorts,use of the word mommy,overstimulation,breeding if you squint,mention of afab body,pegging,fingering,vibrators

This is not meant to represent the idols in real life,this is for entertainment purposes only.

(Not proof read)

Heeseung:

Heeseung wasn't too pleased about being tied to a chair and blindfolded,but playing with his nipples made him excuse that.

He trembled as you slowly rubbed his sensitive buds, eliciting soft groans from him "Y/N...please..."Heeseung pleaded as he felt his leaking cock being neglected, instead,you pinched one of his nipples,making the man yelp.

"I'll touch you down there when you prove you deserve it~"

Jay:

"Please...please...you already milked me dry..."Jay pleaded as tears rolled down his cheeks, clearly the man was overstimulated,but that didn't stop you from going another round, grinding yourself onto his cock.

The man whined and arched his back, sobbing at the overwhelming feeling as you rode him for the 5th time.

"Don't you want to fill me up with your babies?~"

Jake:

It was as if Jake's mouth was permanently open,spilling out the prettiest moans you've heard.He didn't he would enjoy getting pegged the first time around,but now,the man sometimes begs for you to use your strap-on on him.

You spared him no mercy,slamming the strap-on on his prostate,making Jake see stars as he arched his back "M-m-mommy don't s-stop-"he pleaded,giving you puppy eyes.

"You really like my strap-on,don't you puppy?~"

Sunghoon:

"Y/N~"Sunghoon whined as he tugged on his handcuffs,arching his back as you abused his sensitive tip over his shorts."It's going to ruin my shorts Y/N~" he gasped,but you gave him no ears.

The man threw his head back on the pillow and let out a whiny moan as he climaxed,making a large,dark wet patch on his trousers,just like you wanted.

"Awn Sunghoon~ You made a mess~"

Sunoo:

Sunoo let out strangled moans as the vibrator abused his sensitive prostate since it was on the highest setting,but of course you would let him orgasm that easily.

The man whined when you put it in a lower setting "Mommy please...please I just wanna cum..."Sunoo begged,looking at you with teary eyes.

"Baby,the fun just started~"

Jungwon:

Jungwon wrapped his legs around your waist,whimpering lowly against your ear as you mindlessly fingered him while watching TV.The man gasped when your finger brushed against his prostate.

From that point on,your movements became targeted towards it,causing Jungwon to moan and groan as he grabbed your shoulders"Y/N- Ah!~ Too much!~Too much!~".Soon enough,he let out the dirtiest sound he could muster as he came,staining his sweatpants.

"You're so cute when you're like this~"

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alien-magnolia · 1 year

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Being Jake Sully’s Babygirl

Fic description: 18 + minors DNI!! Domestic life with your husband, Jake, has never been better. He was Toruk Makto, and even, he needed someone to care for him after a long day in the forest. Dom!jake Sully, subby!fem reader, breeding kink, service kink, corruption / innocence kink, daddy kink, size kink, bj, lil bit of age gap (dilf Jake!)

It was almost eclipse, the sun and moon meeting to form a golden halo in the Pandoran sky. You loved domestic life with your mate. Before you met him, you were just incomplete, both emotionally and physically. Who knew you had such an urge to be cared for, to be doted on, I mean it was predictable, you were just so helpless on your own!

You grew up in the Omaticaya as amongst the slowest and one of the weakest, you could never be taronyu, hunter, although you did have your own ikran. You were a healer instead, and vowed to yourself to never associate with men who are taronyu. You feared they would soil your good nature. You feared them, you were a gentle little thing that should just keep to the healers. That changed when Jake Sully came around.

His (previous) human nature puzzled you, yet that was what you loved about him. He was so brave, not afraid, he had a strong heart! You knew that you’d do anything for him, and that he felt the same. He vowed to you, to always protect and care for you, as your mate, when the two of you finally mated under the tree of voices.

He stayed true to that vow. He woke you this one morning, his large hand rubbed gentle circles in your back as you woke up to look at him. “What is it, ma Jake?,” you murmur sleepily, making grabby hands at him, the secret sign the two of you had for a kiss. He chuckles and obliges, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I have a big hunt today with the war party. Just wanted to let you know, ma muntxate.” You are concerned. “Ma Jake. You won’t get hurt, right?,” your doe eyes stare back into his.

“God damn. She’s gonna be the death of me,” Jake thinks to himself, as he thinks of ways to reassure his mate. “I won’t, ma yuey. I am Olo’eyktan, don't you worry. I’ll think of you on the hunt.” You smile, a sigh of relief. “I’ll miss you, ma Jake. Don’t know what I’ll do without you,” you say, as you reach up to cling onto him for a bit. That was one of your favorite things to do, was to just stay wrapped up in his big, strong arms. It was the safest place in the world for you!

“You’ll hurry back soon, ma Jake?,” you ask innocently. Jake chuckles. What he wouldn’t do to just miss the hunt entirely so he can stay home and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Obligations as Olo’eyktan called. “I Will, don’t you worry, sweetheart. You just stay home today, ok? No going out into the forest or nothin.’,” he chides at you. God, he was so overprotective, and you loved it!!

You agree, he gives you another quick kiss before he gets his weapon and sets off on his ikran to meet the others in the war party, they were at the edge of the forest. You decide to tidy up around the hut for him, but not before getting dressed for the day.

You opted with a lovely blue-green bead top, with a shell necklace and a few pink feathers for your hair. You felt the hut would look a little better with some flowers inside, so you went out into the forest to find some. Jake usually scolded you if you went out by yourself, for some reason, that made you feel more love for him. You scatter the blue-green petals and leaves all over the hut.

Next is dinner. Usually, Jake was the one bringing it back to you, but you couldn’t wait for all the praise that was to come if you made him something. You loved it when he praised you, it made you feel so warm and fuzzy!! You went out to pick out some teylu worms, and made a little fire to cook them over. After they were cooked, you put them on a leaf with some flowers scattered over it, and left it wrapped up in the hut. He needed rest too, after all. The fact that he had ten years on you didn’t help, either. He wasn’t that young anymore, and you just wanted to take care of him, like a good little house mate should!

Eclipse was starting. He will be back soon. For the finishing touches, you wrapped a few leafs around your hips, a makeshift shirt. You knew this was similar to what humans wore. Maybe your mate will like it. You hear the screech of his ikran outside. He was back. You quickly unwrap his dinner, and scatter over to the door to wait for him.

You hear him climb up the tree, using his muscles to drag up whatever he got from the hunt. He walks through the doorway, slamming a hexapede wrapped in a large jungle leaf onto the floor. “Hey, sweetheart. Had a good day?,” he asks, with a bit of pep to his tired voice. “Yes, ma Jake. I did,” you slyly remark, coming up to him, so he could get a full view of you. He raises his thin eyebrows, yellow eyes hungrily gazing over your decorated little body.

“Got all dolled up f’me, sweets? You look fuckin’ adorable. C’mere,” his large arms open up to you, which you gladly run into. His fingers tilt your chin up, keeping your head in place as he gives you a long, sweet kiss, which you gladly accept. “What’s all this, huh?,” your mate teases, his smile growing wider as he takes a look around the marui hut. “Did this for you, ma Jake. Want to take care of you. Make you feel good. It is what humans call, a housewife?,” you say, innocently, with a hint of confusion.

Jake grunts again, his ears folding back, his tail erratic, matching yours. “Is something wrong, yawne?,” you ask. You wonder if you did something wrong. He was supposed to like this! You quickly think of what to do next, since it looked like he did not like your little surprise for him. Jake chuckles, his voice a bit deeper than before. “No, sweetheart. I’m just a lil’ shocked you did this all f’me. You wanna be my housewife huh? Little wife, mate, to take care of her warrior when he needs it?,” he coos at you, his voice slow, deep. You nod quietly as he walks over to the far end of the hut, sitting down, his hands working quickly to untie his loincloth.

His cock springs up to attention, a large vein on the side pulsing, had you drooling at the sight. “You gonna listen to daddy?” You nod eagerly. “Good girl. Now crawl on over to me, princess,” your mate says as he taps his lap, his cock all angry and waiting for you!! You drop down onto your knees, he smirks, watching you like a predator watches his prey, as you begin to slowly make your way over to him.

Your dainty little hands grab his large, blue thigh, as you reach his lap, waiting for his next command. “Want y’a to give Daddy’s cock here a nice lil massage, yeah, kid? Nice and gentle.” You nod, the sight of his cock just made you so,so, squirmy! You arch your back, lowering your head so his pulsing cock is at eye level. You reach out your hand to cup his balls gently, you just couldn’t wait to see them swell!!

You use both your palms to cup his balls, you bring your lips down to give them a little kiss <3 after that, moving up to give his cock a few kisses as well, your tongue tracing that vein on the left of the shaft. You hold eye contact with him, his yellow eyes dilated, his broad chest heaving. “God damn. That’s a good girl,” he lets out a low chuckle, with a hint of a purr. He only purred when he was with you, and you were so lucky to see this side of him.

His hand, as large as your entire face, comes down to stroke your cheek and rub your head a bit. He was pleased. Good. You just wanted to love on your mate!! “Fuck. How’d I get so lucky, huh? Got a sweet lil’ thing like you around to keep me young.” You nod, giddy with a huge smile adorning your face. You could take his cock all day, only if he’d let you.

One thing you loved about being his mate was the age difference. Jake had around fifteen years on you, his voice was so much deeper than the Na’vi men your age, you loved his stocky arms, you’d sometimes nuzzle your head into his neck, his large head, chiseled jawline!! Younger Na’vi men had none of that. Most essentially, they never had that caring, guiding, almost dad-like way to them. Jake did. Ever since the two of you mated, Jake knew that he had to protect you, love and dote on you. You were his sickeningly sweet and helpless other half. You were his babygirl, and he’d kill for you.

Your mind drifted back to your most important object that you presently had to attend to. Your mate’s twitching cock. You scoot forward on your knees, folding your legs under you and opening your mouth. Jake chuckles. “There’s a good girl. Didn’t even have to tell you, and you’re already on your knees f’me. Open up, sugar.”

He stands up, towering over you as the leaking tip of his cockhead pushes past your wet, blue lips. You close your lips around it, sucking gently, your tongue traces around the entire tip itself!! His cock just was so big compared to your mouth. You started to gag a bit, but you held those tears back, you didn’t want to disappoint your mate. He only deserves the best, after he spent such a long day in the forest.

“Aww. Too big f’ ya?,” he taunts. You quickly shake your head, afraid to disappoint him. “That’s what I thought, girl. You got me all nice and wet. Want you on the bed though, sugar,” he condescendingly notes at you, tapping on the mat the two of you slept on, as if he was calling on some kind of pet.

You quickly move to the hut. It was routine --- you knew what to do. Jump on, on your back, legs open, face forward. Jake slowly moves in, a predator admiring his meal. You feel a little shy, a little vulnerable, you always did when he simply stared at you like that. “Hey.”

Your eyes quickly moved onto him. “Eyes on daddy, sweetie.” You do as said. “There ya go. Not that hard, is it?,” he asks, cool and collected.

You nod -- slow, like a scared little lamb. Your small hand coming up to trace patterns on his stomach, toned, with a bit of pudge to it. His broad chest, sometimes you wondered how many stripes he had on him. Those wide, stocky, veiny arms always distracted you, though. It did not help that those same arms were gripping your hips, squeezing your plush, little, body.

“Fuck, sweetie. Gotta be in you.” He teased you, you shuddered, as he moved in between your legs, swiftly lifting your thighs to drape over his shoulders, with no effort at all. “Open up f’daddy, sweetheart,” he coos at you, as his cock pushes into your dripping, sopping cunt, his throbbing length filling you up, so, so, sweetly!! His now swollen balls lightly touch upon you as he begins to thrust, at first slowly.

You had your eyes closed for a second. “D’aww. Daddy’s cock too much for his little mate? Eyes open. Don’t make me tell you again.” A threat. He was in a certain mood. You were there for him to use. You quickly open your eyes to see him towering over you, grunting as he works you to orgasm. You were just his little house mate after all, and you should not have to do any of the work here. Here, he takes care of you!!

One of his large hands comes to pin yours down onto the mat, effectively restraining you. You try to wiggle free, yet his grip was tight, like molded metal. You knew — whenever he had you pinned like this, it was some of his predatory instincts shining through. It just made you even wetter.

“Daddy…,” you wail out, as he starts pushing in and out of you, at a faster speed, his cock sending you into another world!! He buries his face into your neck, you feel his sharp fangs graze your shoulder slightly, biting down. His grunts turn to growls, hisses, your moans into little yelps and squeals. He was in control as a hunter in the forest, he was in control here, as your mate, your daddy, who took care of you, loved on you, and at the same time drove you insane with his special way of looking after you!!

“Yeah, sweetie. Lie there and take it. Daddy’s almost done, yeah? Taking this cock like the perfect little girl you are, yeah?,” he grunts out, you feel him twitching inside you. “Want your knot! Ma Jake, please!!,” you beg him. He growls in response. You only were so pathetic for him. Just for him. Your man. He brought you over the edge, along with him. The both of you were so distracted by each other: ears folded back, tails erratically swishing, like two animals in heat, that Jake ended up giving you his knot.

You felt it swell inside you, basically it was just an evolutionary safeguard — making sure his cock stayed in you for quite some time. Making sure you were bound to carry his child.

“God damn,” he huffs out, a bit less delirious than he just was. “Gave you my knot, sweet thing. Looks like every Na’vi in this damn village is gonna know who y’a belong to, huh, girl?,” he softly says, as his lips give you a few pecks on your cheek, his hand cradling your face now. “Yes, ma Jake. I’m yours,” you sweetly purr back at him. You lay your head on his chest after he has flipped the two of you over. Your ear against his squishy (but firm!) chest, you hear his slow, deep purrs compared to your faster ones.

He had his baby girl all knotted under him, he came home after a tough day in the forest to be comforted by the soft womb of his mate. She was so unlike him, and that made his attachment to her grow stronger, every day.

She felt the same, she loved having a big, strong warrior to provide for her!! She loved that she was going to have this big, strong warrior’s child soon, too.

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midorisplash · 3 months

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Your Private Dancer.

Pairing: Striper!JakeWebber x OwnerDom!Reader.

A/N: Based of @samandcolby-ownme Story. I wanted to switch the roles so I had to write this real quick. Link to their story.

Warning: Praising, handjob, Gn!reader but use of ma’am once, name calling, Finger sucking.

“Jake!” You yell. He looks around a moment then over to you, as soon as he saw you face a smile plastering over his own sliding his hand down the staircase from the stage.

You smiled back watching him almost bounce his way over to you. “You looked amazing tonight sweetheart!” You spoke reaching a hand out and placing it at his waist.

“Did i?” He giggled feeling your hand run down along his waist to his ass slapping it while pulling him closer. He yelped and bit his lip. “Come with me.” You spoke pulling away grabbing hold of his hand and walking to your office.

He nodded quickly and let you drag him along, down a dark hallway to your office.

You walked over to your desk sitting down in your chair pulling him so he was standing infront of you.

“You wanted a private dance Huh?” Jake smiled. You nodded putting your arms on the chairs rest looking him up and down.

“I’ll do it. If you promise you'll touch me.” He whispered bringing his hands to his belt swinging his hips to the faint music being heard from the club. He started to slowly undo his belt turning his back to you pushing his butt out before sitting down on your lap wiggling his hip.

“You’ll touch me right?” He moaned letting his head fall back on your shoulder. You couldn't help smile.“You’re such a horny slut jake.” You whisper one of your hands coming to his neck as the other came around his waist taking his belt off and unzipping his pants.

“I’m your slut.” He whispered back.

You used your hand to pull his pants down enough his hard dick was exposed Jake lifting up his hips to help you. He groaned quietly at the cold air of your office hitting his tip while dragging his hand to the one you had on his neck bring it up to his mouth to suck your fingers.

“I’ll touch you, if you beg for it like the slut your are.” You whispered.

His hips thrusted up at your words pulling two of your fingers out his mouth. “Please touch me. I’m a horny fucking slut that needs your touch.” He whined. “Fuck I need it so bad. Please.” You smiled pleased with his begging pushing your fingers back into his mouth using your other hand to wrap around his dick, finally reliving some pressure.

He pushed his butt into your lap as your hand started to glide up and down his shaft a sticky layer of precum making you hand slide effortlessly. His eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you..” Jake groaned around your fingers. You kissed his shoulder up to his neck starting to suck barely, pulling your fingers out his mouth down to his pierced nipple rubbing at it with small circles. He smiled and wiggled his hips thrusting up in your fist.

As a warning you squeezed his dick biting his neck. “Fuck y/n!” He giggled through a moan.

“Tell me how good I did today. How much you love watching me.. Tell me I’m your fucking favorite.” You rubbed at his tip pinching at his nipple. “You did so good today, everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off you tonight. I’m so glad I get to have you all to my self.” You whispered close to his ear. His mouth hung open soft moans spilling out of him as his hips wiggled against your lap.

You pulled off his dick to flick his tip listening to him whine out in pleasure. “Ugh! Keep going please!” He whined. You flicked his tip one last time before wrapping your hand back around him jerking him off quickly.

With you one of your hands toying at his sensitive nipple and the other stroking his thick dick he couldn’t help get unbelievably close, his moans getting higher pinched with each stroke.

Jake brung his hand to his stomach rubbing at it in search to help ease the rough orgasm he was getting closer and closer too. You looked up to him watching his eyes squeeze tightly closed and his mouth fall open he was quiet for a short while before groaning loudly.

“I'm cumming!” He moaned.

You then pitched his sensitive nipple roughly leaving his shaft to stroke only his red tip cum spraying into the plam of you hand. He wiggled around gripping at the arm rest of your chair with his free hand. “fuck me! oh my god!” He whined rubbing his stomach before wrapping his hand arm around his waist.

He slowly opened his eyes squinting to watch his dick shoot a few more ropes of cum onto your hand.

You kept rubbing his tip until you noticed he was starting to settle down, then you pulled away holding your hand away from his body and yours. “look at the mess you made Jake. You know you have to clean up after yourself right?” He nodded weakly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips sucking at your fingers still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. “Good boy.” You giggled patting his head.

He licked your fingers clean and smiled turning on your lap to look at you. “Now cover up and and get back on the stage for me? They all probably miss the best dance of the night.” He beamed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am..”

#dom!reader #jake webber smut #sub!jake #sub!Jake Webber #jake webber x reader #jake webber x you #sam and colby smut

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heexseung · 7 months

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꒰ 🥂 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；puppy ❜

* pairing: vampire!jake x werewolf!reader

* tags: smut, female!reader, dom/sub dynamics, peer pressure, misunderstood bad boy jake, exhibitionism, female masturbation, getting caught, fingering, handjob, slight puppy play, puppy!jake, maid!jake, jake being a good boy

* summary: somehow your pack forces you to make a bet with them; fuck Jake Sim in a week or pay for their food for the whole week.

* word count: 9.5k

* a/n: hey loves !! it's been a while, i only hope that you're all doing well 💓 this repost is way overdue, i hope you'll enjoy it regardless 🦭 also, if you haven't already, go listen to tempest 👀 they have bops !!!

Supposedly, hanging out with your pack should be comforting and fun but that's not always the case for you. It's not that you dislike hanging out with them, it's just that most of the time, they can get very annoying, not for you but for the people around you; they get noisy so they kind of disturb the peaceful atmosphere and you're not very fond of that. You just don't want to annoy anybody.

Even now as you sit with them in a beautifully decorated cafe, they're being noisy, talking and laughing about whatever it is they're talking about — you barely pay attention to their conversations anyway. Most of the time, they just gossip and it doesn't interest you so you take no part in it. Taking a sip from your favourite drink, you then swirl the paper straw around the glass, wondering when you'll be able to go home.

"What do you think, Y/N cara?" Luna sits across from you, her question catches you by surprise. You look at her in confusion as she snuggles up against her mate, Alfie, hugging his muscular arm.

"Sorry?" You say.

She just rolls her eyes in response, not even surprised that you weren't paying attention. Owein who's sitting beside you, simply snickers and say, "Luna cara, you should know by now that Y/N cara doesn't care about our conversations." He sighs dramatically, "Nobody knows what she's thinking."

Lovette, sitting beside him, slowly nods in acknowledgement and takes a bite of her chicken sandwich.

"Forget about that cara," Felan tells Luna, who has now completely averted her focus towards what truly matters: her veggie sandwich. He then turns towards you with a worried look and continues, "Y/N cara, you are not eating?"

Giving him a small smile, you reply, "No, caro. You can have my share."

"But cara, you have to eat!" He protests.

"Wait, now that you mentioned it, Y/N cara hasn't been eating with us, right?" Alfie asks, now worried as well.

Truthfully, he's right. Nowadays, when you hang out with your pack, you lose your appetite. You're not sure why.

"Exactly!" Felan exclaims.

Right as he says that, Lovette gasps and slams her hand on the table. Her usually bright and cheerful expression turns to anger as she hisses, "Did someone call you fat?"

Upon hearing that, Luna also gasps in shock, thinking, how dare they body shame my friend! Anger is apparent in Felan's face, his eyebrows furrow and his eyes narrow at the bare thought of someone being rude to you. Meanwhile, Owein has his mouth open in shock at the audacity of some people.

Before you could say anything, Lovette continues, "Who are they?" She leans in closer to you and narrows her eyes. "We'll ruin their lives."

"Now hold on, cara. Let's not jump to conclusions." Alfie tries to calm down the situation but his voice is overshadowed by yours.

"No, no. That's not it," you quickly say, hoping that they won't suddenly start making assumptions and going overboard.

"Then you can eat, cara," Owein says with a smile. With an open hand, he gestures towards the plate of delicious sandwiches at the middle of the table and asks you, "Chicken or veggie?"

When you hesitate to answer him, he continues with a confused look, "Or do you want egg? You like egg, no?"

Felan excitedly jumps in, "Yes! They sell egg benedict here!"

Usually, the mention of egg benedict would have you feeling enthusiastic and giddy but as much as you love the delectable dish, you're just not hungry right now. You don't want to eat either... but if you don't eat, they might make a fuss out of it.

Actually, their care towards you surprises you. You didn't expect them to care whether you ate or not. You're thankful that they care for you a lot, even noticing that you haven't been eating with them much lately, but now you kind of feel forced to eat when you don't really want to.

But it's fine, you tell yourself. They have my best interest at heart.

Giving your pack a small smile, you grab a chicken sandwich and say, "Ah, it's okay. I'll just eat the chicken sandwich, it looks good anyway."

"That's the spirit, cara!" Owein happily exclaims and goes back to drinking his iced coffee.

It seems that your action causes everyone to settle down since they all seem visibly more relaxed now. A moment of comfortable silence later, Owein puts his hand on the table and speaks up, "Anyway, back to the news!" He quickly turns towards Lovette. "I cannot believe they did that right in the dorms. I honestly thought he would be a goody-two-shoes like at least he won't do it at the dorms but he did, damn. I was wrong."

As you take a bite from your sandwich, you hear Lovette's serious voice. "Caro, me too. Honestly, I kinda don't believe this bullshit like do people honestly think I would believe Lee Heeseung and that human fucked in the dorms like- that doesn't make sense to me."

Luna jumps in, "But they did! Everyone could hear them!"

Before Lovette could say anything, Alfie starts speaking, "Honestly, cara, everyone has a slut side. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised." He then gives a knowing look to Luna that she returns, which makes everyone scowl and groan, including you.

"Keep it private, for Gods' sake," Felan says, rolling his eyes as Lovette fake barfs.

Owein rests his head on his hand and sighs in frustration. What he says next is unknown to you because you're already zoning everyone out; again, you're not interested in these kinds of conversations. Taking another bite of your sandwich, you start thinking about what you want to do when you get home.

Loud laughter echoes throughout the cafe and as usual, your pack attracts a lot of attention from the other customers. You pray to the Gods that your pack won't disturb anybody too much like last time; you really don't want to get kicked out.

Suddenly, you hear Lovette calling your name. You look at her with a confused expression and then look around at your pack; they're all quiet and curiously looking at you, waiting for your answer.

"Huh?"

They all just groan and give out exasperated sighs in response. A short moment later, Alfie kindly explains what Lovette had asked of you while rolling his eyes, "She's asking about your last fuck."

Ugh, not again.

Your annoyed expression makes them laugh.

"Let's guess, let's guess!" Lovette says excitedly. "Wait, let me go first! Okay, hm…" She squints her eyes as she thinks. "Two days ago?"

Luna quickly jumps in after her, "I think it was last month." She turns to look at you and says, "You seem very sex-deprived, cara."

"What do you mean sex-deprived?" You look at her judgingly.

"She's right, you know." Owein nods and then takes a sip of his drink.

"Are you kidding me?" You ask in disbelief.

"I mean, you wouldn't be like this if you weren't sex-deprived." Luna shrugs and takes a sip of her drink.

Lovette nods and whispers, "That makes sense."

They exchange agreements while Alfie just laughs and comments, "If you're sex-deprived, you can always ask Felan to help you out."

You sigh and shake your head at their antics while Felan simply shrugs. Felan is a good person, at least you think so. He's been the most caring towards everyone in the pack and likes to help everyone out, even sex-wise, so it's not a surprise to you when Alfie brings it up. Not to mention the fact that you actually had sex with him before anyway. But right now, sex is the last thing on your mind. You're just not interested in it.

It takes you a while to realise that they're still waiting for your answer. When you do realise it, you sigh in exasperation and quickly make something up. "It was two week ago or so."

"Two weeks?!" They all stare at you in disbelief, stopping whatever it is they're doing.

Taking a sip of your drink, you reply nonchalantly, not letting their reaction faze you, "What? What's wrong with that?"

Luna gives an exasperated sigh, Owein just shakes his head while Lovette crosses her arms. Felan and Alfie don't react that much to your words. Your pack just looks at you in disapproval. There's even a bit of pity in their stare.

Feeling annoyed, you defend yourself, "I'm just not in the mood for sex these days. If I want sex then I'll have sex but for now, I don't want it. I just want to chill."

They just stay dead silent as they share glances with each other. You can tell that they obviously don't believe you by the way they look at you. Somehow, it annoys you more and you impulsively continue, "Look, I can fuck anyone I want in our university, I just don't want to."

Their eyes light up right after you say that. They share surprise and mischievous looks with each other; bright eyes, raised eyebrows, smirks or teasing smiles. Soon, Luna speaks up to break the silence. With a teasing tone, she asks, "Are you gonna prove it to us?"

Before you could say anything, Owein excitedly jumps in, "Prove it to us, cara."

Alfie tries to calm down the situation but is quickly interrupted by Lovette. "Oh, my Gods! How about you try to fuck Jake Sim?!"

Are you kidding me?

Owein and Luna both gasp at her words. Immediately, they both start talking at the same time. Alfie starts talking too, again trying to get everyone to settle down. Lovette tries her best to hear everyone but fails, given by her confused look. Meanwhile, Felan is just silently chewing on his sandwich.

This situation is making you stressed and as much as you love your pack, it's obvious that they can be a handful sometimes. By the time you're able to comprehend what everyone's saying, they've already settled on a bet.

Clapping her hand, Luna stands up and excitedly exclaims, "So it's official! Our lovely Y/N cara is gonna fuck Jake Sim!"

"Wait, what?" You ask, confused.

Lovette stands up as well, raising her drink up. "To our lovely Y/N cara!"

"It's a bet! You have a week, cara!" Owein says to you, his glass already clinking with Luna's. "Or else, you're paying for our food for the whole week."

And soon, every one of your friends is doing the same and cheering for you — once again disrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe. You can feel some people getting annoyed at you and your pack, even the employees; you feel a bit bad about it, more so when you realise that you don't really want to partake in this stupid bet in the first place. But everyone's just celebrating and having fun and you don't want to ruin the mood.

Sighing defeatedly, you reluctantly agree to the bet anyway.

♡♡♡

It turns out that fucking Jake Sim isn't as easy as you thought it would be. Hell, it's even hard to find him on your campus, you've actually never seen this guy face to face. He must be in a completely different section of the university. It kind of annoys you since you only have a few days to fuck him or else you're paying your pack's meals for a whole week — and paying for one meal for yourself is already fucking expensive.

At first, you thought they'd just forget about it but they keep reminding you daily about it. They keep bringing it up, asking "hey, have you fucked him yet", it's driving you insane. Just yesterday, they made you pay for their drinks while eating lunch together because you still haven't been able to fuck him.

Of course, you could just lie… but that's kinda fucked up. Plus, you're pretty sure you're gonna get exposed for lying anyway and your pack doesn't tolerate lying. Always being truthful to each other is one of your pack's policies.

Hence, you've now resorted to asking people around about him. At first, you got nothing but with a little bit of persistence and determination, you've managed to get some valuable information and now you're standing right outside one of his classes, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed as you wait for his class to finish.

It doesn't take long and a few minutes later, you see people start leaving the class. You briefly look at each person one by one and eventually, after almost everyone has already left, you finally see him — Jake Sim, dressed in mostly black except for his soft green T-shirt, leaving the classroom with his hands in his pockets and his backpack on one shoulder.

At the sight of him, your breath catches in your throat — my Gods, he's fucking gorgeous.

It's not an exaggeration when people say vampires are so attractive but this man just takes it to a whole other level. He has an extremely handsome face; cute and hot at the same time and albeit his body is covered up, you can somehow easily guess what it looks like underneath — a gorgeous sexy body just waiting to be marked up. You could see your teeth biting his neck, him moaning into you, his fingers in your hair and suddenly you just can't help but think to yourself, you actually wouldn't mind fucking him. Perhaps your friends were helping you out?

Clearing your throat and snapping out of your thoughts, you realise that you're being inappropriate and highly so.

Also, he's looking at you.

And you notice him looking at you. That's when he quickly turns and walks away from you. But there's no way in hell you're letting him get away so easily, not after all the work you've put into finding him. With a grin, you approach him as he walks to the elevator.

However, before you could say anything, he's already talking, "If you're here for that reason then don't bother, my answer is no."

Is he talking to you?

You look around to make sure. Seeing that there's no one here except you two, you wonder how'd he get to know about your intentions. But then you realise that your pack gossips a lot and they gossip with other people too so they probably slipped it out somehow.

After realising that, you slightly nod in understanding. So he doesn't want to fuck. Are you surprised? No. Will you give up? That's also a no, so you ask him with a sweet voice, "Okay, how about I buy you dinner first?"

Surprisingly, he chuckles in response — his laugh deep and rich, it makes your heart flutter. You both stop walking when you're standing right in front of the elevator. Pushing the down button, he turns towards you and says, "I'm rich."

Fuck, you forgot about that.

"I mean, yeah but it's still nice to have someone treat you, no?"

"No."

Fuck, how is this going to work?

Honestly, it's fine if he doesn't want to fuck — okay, it's a bummer but what else can you do? No means no. But what sucks is that you have to pay for your pack's meal for a whole week and Gods know how expensive it is, given by the fact that you eat together almost all the time.

Desperate to save your money, you plead with him, "Look, can't you help me out? We don't have to fuck, we can just say we did it?"

Your words cause him to sigh in frustration. As he runs his hand through his hair, his eyebrows furrow and he starts frowning. "No. I don't want more dumb rumours spreading about me," he says in a melancholic tone, "You and your friends have already done enough. Besides, why would I ever help you out?"

Before you can reply, you hear your friends' laughter from across the hallway. Fuck, why are they here? And how did they find you?

Turning towards the sound, you see Lovette and Owein approach you two, their playful smiles evident as they get closer. Mumbling a curse under your breath because you know they're gonna fuck things up for you, you quickly press the down button. But alas, the elevator isn't going to reach you before they do.

You cringe a bit when you hear Lovette's cheerful voice near you, "Y/N cara! Oh, it's Jake."

"Oh!" Owein looks surprisedly at you. "So you guys gonna fuck or something?"

Oh no, here it is.

Turning towards them, you give them a please don't fuck my chances up look. Jake ignores them and you, he's just focusing all his attention at the elevator doors and hope that it'll quickly arrive. Looking at your apprehensive expression, Owein pouts while Lovette gives him an awkward look.

As if he's blind towards the awkward and tense situation, Owein says, "So... that's a no?"

Lovette lightly jabs him at his side and comments brightly, "Well, that's fine! But it looks like you're paying for our meals the whole week then!"

She may be trying to ease the situation but unfortunately, it's not working. If anything, she's making the situation worse just like you imagined it would be because now it's apparent that Jake is not taking you using him for a bet kindly; he looks pissed. Although he already knew about it, there was still some part of him that just hopes it's not true; turns out, it is true.

"Damn... and here I thought you'd give our friend a much-deserved fuck," Owein says with a pout.

"No, thank you," Jake annoyedly replies. "I'd rather die."

His words make you and your friends' mouths fall open in shock. You're offended but you're not that offended, more shocked. Your friends, however, seem more offended than you which is both endearing and concerning at the same time.

Not letting his comment slip by, Lovette looks at him in disgust and says, "Excuse me?"

Owein narrows his eyes at Jake with a scowl. "Wow, you're such an asshole."

Somehow that hit a nerve in Jake. His hands turn into tight fists and even though he tries to look unbothered, his eyebrows furrow and his eyes look like they could kill.

"Hmph." Lovette rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "Guess the rumours are true after all."

You mean the lies you made, Jake wanted to say. But instead, he bites his cheek, keeping quiet. The elevator's almost here anyway. It's better to stay quiet. Besides, if he starts a fight, he's sure that he'll start getting rumours about him being in the mafia.

"Come on, cara. He's not worth it," Owein looks at him disapprovingly, holding his hand out for you to take. "Jake, you should eat some makeup. Maybe then you can be pretty on the inside too."

Oh Gods, no.

The air around you four gets heavy as he says those words. You just look at him in disbelief, a bit angry at his unnecessary words and rude attitude. You understand that he's just trying to defend you but it's obvious that his words make Jake upset, Lovette's too, and it's something that you can sense even without explicitly looking at him right now.

Before you could tell them to calm down, Lovette jumps in, "Don't be bitter, Jake. Maybe if you were a better person."

That's when they both start laughing, only agitating you and Jake, making the air tenser. You're getting annoyed; they're going too far. What Jake said has not hurt you at all, it shocked you but that's it. You could care less about what he thinks about you. There's no need to be extremely defensive over this. Plus, they're ruining your chances. There's a part of you that can't help but wonder if they're doing this purposely, wanting to see you fail.

Meanwhile, Jake is just so pissed off. He doesn't understand how they have the audacity to tell him to be a better person when they're out here gossiping and spreading harmful and hurtful rumours about everyone. Unfortunately, the elevator's still not here yet and they haven't stopped taunting him either.

"But this is actually surprising Jake, I thought you'd immediately fuck anybody at every chance you get," Owein retorts and laughs.

"What if you're actually a virgin?" Lovette questions. "Is that why-"

Feeling extremely annoyed, you cut her off. "Can you guys stop talking shit?" Your tone sounds intimidating and everyone is just surprised and silent for a while after you say that, Jake being the most surprised. He didn't expect you to stop your friends like that.

Eventually, what breaks the tense silence is the sound of the elevator ring. As the doors open, you quickly grab his arm and pull him into the elevator, leaving your friends behind before they could talk any more shit.

"Don't follow us," you sternly tell them as you push the close button.

They don't. They just stand there, looking at each other in shock and feeling awkward as the doors close. Jake pushes the ground button and as the elevator move, you quickly say to him, "Sorry, I-"

He coldly cuts you off, "I don't care. I want nothing to do with you or your friends."

You have no idea what to say to him so the rest of the elevator ride is silent and awkward while you think of how you can salvage this situation. Honestly, you're surprised that he hasn't blown up at you; if you're him, you probably would've slapped someone by now. You contemplate on just giving up and getting a part-time job to pay for your pack's meals but... you're not one to give up easily, there must be a way.

You hear the familiar ring again and then, as the doors open, you hear him say a soft thanks. It catches you off guard. As you turn to look at him, he quickly moves out of the elevator before the doors are even fully open.

There's no way you're letting him slip out of your fingers so you quicken your pace to catch up with him. Once close enough, you grab his arm again.

"I'll treat you, what do you want?" You ask him as he lets you drag him to the nearest cafe.

"No thank you, I don't need you to do that."

"Just let me treat you," you sternly say to him.

He stops in his tracks to look at you straight in the eye and tells you sternly, "We're not gonna have sex."

You open your mouth to say something but he quickly continues, "No, you can't say that we did either."

Sighing, you look at him, hoping that he wasn't being serious but by the look of his face, there's no denying that he is. He frees his arm from your grip and narrows his eyes at you. "Look, I hate you and your friends. After what you've done to me and to many other people here, why would you think that I'd ever help you out? Much less have sex with you."

His words only bring you confusion. What have you ever done to him? You never even associated yourself with him. You know of his existence but that's it. This is the first time you've seen him. Maybe he's misunderstanding something? And your friends aren't bad people — sure, they like to gossip a lot but that's just harmless gossip, right? Why would it heavily impact someone's life?

"I'm going. Don't follow me. And I don't want to see you anymore so don't try to find me either."

And with that, he quickly leaves the scene, leaving you standing there alone and confused as to why he hates you so much. You quickly get over it though.

♡♡♡

Since your plan to fuck Jake Sim went bust, you've decided to not harass Jake and instead, go with plan b which is getting a part-time job to pay for your pack's meal. It's not so bad, to be honest; you've managed to get hired at a sex toy store and it's only gonna be like a month until you quit. All you have to do is take care of the store — which doesn't sound bad at all… at least, not now.

Why sex toy store?

Because why not? It sounds fun. Plus, you're no stranger when it comes to adult toys; you actually have a collection locked in your drawer albeit not many. That, and the fact that this is the only place far away from your campus that's hiring. You don't want your friends finding out where you work, they may cause trouble for you.

But something's weird; at the exact place where the store is supposed to be at… is a cafe? You've checked multiple times. This is the address you were given. Maybe the store is inside the cafe?

Cautiously, you walk into the cosy cafe. The first thing that catches your attention is the delicious smell of freshly baked bread and coffee. Ugh, that smells so good. It makes you want to buy something but that's not what you're here for. You look around and take in its decoration — it's very nature-themed but also has a modern twist to it. The colour palette consists of mostly white, brown and green with a few extra colours like yellow, red and blue which makes the cafe look more colourful.

There are a few customers here but not that many; understandable since it's 10am, way past breakfast and way before lunch hour.

One weird thing is the workers' uniforms… regardless of gender, they're all wearing maid outfits; the frilly black and white dress type. Is this a maid cafe? You can't help but think as you make your way to the counter. So far, you don't see any sex toys being sold, just food and drinks.

When you reach the counter which thankfully has no customers waiting in line, you greet the cashier with a small smile, "Hi."

The cashier greets you cheerfully, "Hello! Welcome to Cups of Joy! How may I help you today?"

"Hello, um… Do you sell things other than… food and drinks?" You carefully ask them, hoping that there's actually a sex toy store here and that you didn't just waste your money on the bus trip here.

A look of understanding appears on their face and they reply, "Oh, you want to see the 18+ section?"

"Oh my Gods, yes please." You sigh in relief and laugh. "I'm supposed to work here starting today."

"Oh… you're the new worker! Hold on for a moment please, I'm gonna call the boss for a second. Please take a seat!" They gesture at the empty table a few feet away from you and then proceed to call someone, "Jake, can you please take my place for a few minutes while I get the boss?"

Hold up- Jake? It couldn't possibly be the same one, right?

But then you hear his voice, "Okay, Cal!"

Holy shit.

And there he is, coming straight out of the kitchen with a maid outfit on — it's frilly, it's flowy, it's short, it looks soft and it looks so cute and hot on him. It's nearly impossible to stop inappropriate thoughts from appearing after seeing him in that, not to mention that it shows off his muscular thighs and arms — what the fuck? He's also wearing a cute dog ears headband; you want to scream. You can't help but stare at him in shock, mouth open as he walks out the kitchen doors. It feels like you're in some kind of fever dream.

It doesn't take Jake five seconds to notice you and when he does, he stops in his tracks, a horrified expression evident on his face which quickly turns to anger in just a few seconds. He quickly walks up to you and grabs your wrist, pulling you with him to somewhere private — as private as an open cafe can be.

When you two arrive at an empty corner where there's no customers or staff present, he leans into you and whispers angrily, almost hissing at you, "What are you doing here?"

Before you could even reply, he continues, "I told you I don't want to have sex with you, I don't even want to see you anymore. Why are you following me? Are you a stalker? Do you not understand that I-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on his mouth. It catches him off guard and that's when you take the chance to explain yourself, "Listen, I didn't know you even worked here. I'm only here because I'm working part-time, it's only for a month so don't get the wrong idea."

He pulls your hand off him. "Yeah, right. As if I'd actually believe you."

"It's the truth," you say to him, annoyed.

He leans closer into you, probably an attempt to intimidate you which isn't really working, and says in a threatening voice, "I swear if you tell anybody about this-"

"About what? You wearing a pretty maid outfit?" You smirk.

"Shut it," he hisses at you as his ears and cheeks slowly turn red.

"You look hot in it by the way," you tease him. Taking a step back, you look at him up and down. Shaking your head at how hot he looks and how much you can't stop thinking about how he'd look like when he's lying down on your bed and begging to cum, you ask him with your eyebrow raised, "Is this an everyday thing or a special occasion?"

He rolls his eyes. "No, it's only weekly. And I'm only covering for someone's shift today," he says defensively as he crosses his arms and averts his gaze away from you, too aware of your eyes on him. Somehow it doesn't make him feel uncomfortable, it just makes him feel… weird... but not a bad kind of weird. He also feels a bit embarrassed. Clearing his throat, he tries to push the unfamiliar feelings down.

"Aw, so I won't see you in this again?" You touch the frilly skirt, feeling the soft cotton fabric in between your fingers. Your finger accidentally brushes against his thigh, just a little bit, he doesn't even notice it but it's enough to make you want to touch more of him.

"No. Never. Not even in your dreams, not ever. You won't even see me here anymore because you're leaving. Now."

He moves to grab your arm again but before he could kick you out, he stops in his tracks when he looks behind you, his eyes wide. You turn around to see your employer standing right behind you, supporting a soft smile. She has a very magnetic aura to her, a bit intimidating but deep down, you know that she's very nice.

"Hello, Miss Jo," you sweetly greet her, giving her a smile.

"Hello, love," she softly says, "I see you've met our lovely puppy. Come, let's get you started."

Then she turns around and starts walking. You turn to Jake and give him a triumphant look and a shrug, see, I wasn't lying. And then you follow your employer before you lose sight of her, leaving an annoyed Jake behind.

♡♡♡

Just as you had guessed, the sex toy store is actually inside the cafe. Long story short, Miss Jo led you to a hallway at the right side of the cafe and in that hallway, there are two washrooms on the right side, both with gender-neutral toilet symbols on them and a door at the end of the hallway is where the store is at.

After giving you a small tour of the shop, you started your training with her and it went by smoothly. Miss Jo told you all the basic information; how to greet customers, how to help them with certain stuff, how to handle certain situations, how to package sold toys neatly and secretively, etc. Time goes by quickly and before you know it, it's already your break time and you decide to freshen up in the washroom.

Although the store is a decent size, you still feel the need to get out of here. Maybe it's because of the fact that there are no windows… or the fact that the door stays locked unless someone calls from the intercom and tells you a customer is coming… or even the fact that there are only two people here; you and Miss Jo — when you brought it up to her, she only told you that it's usually only one person here.

Exiting the shop, you make your way to one of the washrooms. Thankfully, there's no one in the hallway and better yet; there's no one in the washrooms either so you don't have to wait to go into one. Choosing the one closest to you, you walk in, close the door and start washing your hands.

It's pretty silent right now except for the sound of the water running. Lunch hour has long gone by so you bet that the cafe is pretty chill right now. Once you're done washing your hands, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. To be honest, you don't quite like what you're seeing right now; not because you don't like your appearance — no, you know you're stunning regardless of what people say. It's just that now after taking a good look at yourself, you actually do kind of look sex-deprived. So they might've been right after all.

But the thing is that it's not something a regular person would see... but if it's a werewolf like you, they're gonna notice it if they take a good look at you. And this annoys you. Maybe you can get off before you head back to work? You'll be quick and it's not a problem if no one finds out. Plus, you'll look fresh right after.

You just don't want to go back outside and look like this; one of your kind will notice, you're sure of it — after all, your friends did. You don't want them to be uncomfortable or worse: pity you. So you've made up your mind. Just this one time and it'll be quick.

As a catalyst, you know exactly who you're gonna get off to — yup, that guy. The guy who won't leave your mind, he never left your mind when you first met and he definitely never left your mind now, not after you saw him in that outfit. Gods, you just want to ruin him, what's wrong with you? You swear you're not like this to other people.

Bringing down your pants and panties to your knees, not fully taking them off, you sit down on the toilet seat and make yourself comfortable. You decide to slouch and spread your legs since you have better access that way. Not wasting another second, you start rubbing your index and middle finger against your pussy. Closing your eyes, your focus on the pressure and feeling of your fingers on your inner labia.

While doing so, you start to imagine what it'd be like to actually have sex with Jake. You bet that underneath his rough exterior, he'd be a really good boy for you, willing to do whatever it takes to please you. He just seems like that. Or perhaps he's more of a brat and likes to tease and defy you, challenging you to make him submit to you. Either way, you don't mind. You're good with both.

His lips are so full and gorgeous, you could kiss and bite them all day. Imagine how pretty he'd look when his mouth is swollen from kissing you, kissing your body, after eating you out. You wonder if he has the skills to get you off with his mouth; he must have, no? A man who looks that attractive must have some experience. He probably has the skills to get you off with his hand too.

Gods, and his hands — his huge, pretty, manly hands. Just imagining how they'd feel on your body almost makes you moan. It would feel way better with his fingers on you instead of your own.

And his delicious body would just look so gorgeous underneath you. You imagine him in that dress and what he'd look like when he's all fucked up; eyes shut tight, face red, mouth open and panting. He'd look at you as if he's begging you to touch him and you would, he'd shudder at your every touch, flinch when your mouth starts sucking on his neck, buck into your pussy and moan ever so loudly at the pleasure.

Damn him.

You think you've truly lost it, you really do. How are you so affected by this man? To the point that you're literally getting off in the washroom thinking about fucking him. Your hand is wet with your juices now and you slide a finger inside your pussy, trying to keep your moans in — not sure if you succeed or fail — while your thumb stimulates your clit. Meanwhile, your other hand starts playing with your nipple underneath your shirt.

You bet you could make him beg for you just by rubbing his tip against your entrance. He seems like such a good boy, willing to take whatever you give him. Your pussy clenches around your finger at the thought. Imagine if it was his dick inside you instead. It would fit inside you so well and so good. You'd feel so tight around him and he'd whimper in your ear as you start moving up and down his dick, fucking him into oblivion.

Just as you were about to get close, the door suddenly opens — you jump in response.

Fuck, you forgot to lock it.

You're more pissed off than anything, to be honest. Opening your eyes, you're surprised and blessed by the sight of Jake just standing there, hand on the doorknob, eyes wide open, taking in the full view of your legs spread wide and your wet pussy for him.

If it was someone else, this would be embarrassing but since it's him, this just makes you even more aroused.

"If you're not gonna help me out then leave," you say to him, continuing your actions right in front of him. Looking at him straight in the eye, you part your lips with your fingers to give him a good view. His eyes are focused on your pussy as you slowly insert another finger in and throw your head back, letting out a moan.

With your eyes closed and your fingers moving inside you, you hear the door close. Assuming that he left, you continue on with your administrations, trying to reach your high before your employer thinks that you've been gone for way too long.

To your surprise, he didn't leave — you realise that when you feel his hands on your thighs. Jumping at the contact, you open your eyes only to find him leaning and staring intensely back at you. His lips tremble a bit as he panickingly whispers to you, trying to keep his voice as low as possible, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think? I'm trying to get off," you annoyedly whisper back to him.

He leans in closer to you, so close that there's barely any space between you two, so close that you can feel his breath hot on your face. With the same panicked tone, he whispers, "But you can't do that here! What if you get caught?"

Rolling your eyes, you reply, "I'm not gonna get caught because it'll be quick."

"I just caught you!" Again with the panic. You don't even know why he's being like this; it's none of his business anyway. He can just leave and pretend he didn't see anything.

Realising that you're wasting your time, you try to continue your actions, hoping that he'll be so unbothered and leave you alone. But as soon your hand starts moving again, he grabs your wrist, stopping you and quickly says, "No, you-"

Cutting him off, you snap at him, "Why are you even here?"

Somehow that shuts him up and suddenly, he can't meet your eyes anymore. He awkwardly looks to his left, his ears turning pink as his grip on your thigh unconsciously tightens.

Eventually, he answers you ever so slowly and softly, "I... I heard my name."

At his words, you don't know whether to laugh or be mortified. You didn't even realise you were moaning his name. Not only had he caught you masturbating red-handed but he also caught you masturbating to him. Unfortunately, there's no one else to blame for this situation other than you — after all, you're the one who forgot to lock the door. Before you can say anything, he continues with a blush on his face, looking down at your wet pussy on display and then back at your face, "Were you...?"

His eyes look so innocent, you don't know how they look that innocent when you literally just masturbated right in front of him.

And you both know the answer to that question, it's quite obvious. After a short moment of silence, his grip on your wrist softens and he eventually lets go of you. You sigh and lean back against the toilet seat with your eyes closed, pushing down the feeling of embarrassment. Honestly, it wouldn't be that bad if he was actually into you but alas, he isn't. He's made it clear that he wants nothing to do with you.

At least, that's what you thought. He manages to surprise you when he softly asks you then and there, as if he’s being impulsive, "Should I... help you out?"

It's shocking to hear that from him. A long moment of silence washes over you two as you digest his words. Is he actually asking to help you out? You just can't believe it. Didn't he said that he'd rather die than have sex with you just a few days ago?

Thus, you end up staring at him for a while until he gets embarrassed and quickly says, "N-nevermind, I'll be going-"

He moves to leave you be but you manage to hold onto his hand. "No!"

At the volume of your voice, he panickingly hushes you and puts his hand over your mouth. After he senses that you've calmed down, he removes his hand and looks away from you.

"You wanna help me out, pup?"

He slowly nods at you, having some confidence to make eye contact with you again. You can hear his heartbeat quicken. You don't know what's gotten into him to suddenly change his mind about you but you're not gonna waste any moment finding out. Pushing your wet fingers to his lips, your core clenches at nothing when his tongue comes out to start licking your fingers clean, his eyes fluttering close.

What a sight to see; a pretty boy in a maid outfit and puppy ears licking your soaked hands clean.

"Aren't you such a good pretty boy?"

He tries to keep his whimpers in at your praise, not wanting to make too much noise and attract any attention. After your fingers are all clean, he holds your hand and pulls it away from his mouth.

With a stern voice and look, he whispers to you, "You're not gonna tell anyone about this, okay?"

Nodding at him, you couldn't care less. You just want to quickly get off. Grabbing his hand, you move it to your wet pussy, encouraging him to touch you. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his hand softly and slowly caressing your pussy, as if he's exploring every inch. It's kind of romantic in a way but right now, you want to get off quick. Not a big fan of his slow movements, you whisper to him, "Make it quick, I gotta go back to work soon."

"Swear you're not gonna tell anyone?" His breathing is heavy against your ears as he starts rubbing his fingers against your core.

"Yes," you hiss as his thumb starts stimulating your clit. Gripping onto the seat, you start lifting your hips and grind into his hand, wanting to catch your high as quick as possible.

"Okay," he softly whispers. His hands start to move roughly against your pussy; he's obviously trying to get you off quickly but it's too rough to feel good. Thus, you grab his hand and manoeuvre it into a position that you think is good. Telling him to keep his hand still, you use his hand as if it was a toy.

Pushing two of his fingers into your entrance, you bite your lip to conceal a moan. Jake, however, can't help but release a whimper at how tight you feel around him. He knows you told him to keep his hand still but he can't help it; he needs to explore your pussy so he moves his fingers, rubbing his fingertips against your walls. It makes you shudder — he's lucky that it feels good or else you would've reprimanded him for disobeying you.

It takes you a while for you to compose yourself and when you do, you tell him to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy. He complies with a faint whimper and starts moving, hoping the pace isn't too fast. After every thrust, he makes sure to curl his fingers and rub his fingertips on whatever they're at. His fingers feel so good that it makes you moan so much, Jake has to put his other hand on your mouth to silence you.

Soon, you're reaching your climax. Your hands that were gripping the seat are now playing with your boobs underneath your shirt, hoping that the stimulation will give you a boost to reaching your release. And it does, fortunately. With a thrust from Jake's fingers and a tight grip on your boobs, you finally achieve your climax, letting out a long loud moan as you cum on his fingers.

Jake shushes you again, afraid that your moans can be heard from people. He slows down his movements while you bask in your climax, his breathing hot and heavy on your ear. At some point his dick got hard and it's uncomfortable, he's just noticing it now. He wonders what he should do about it.

When you finally get your senses back, you're still panting as you pull his hand out of you. Leaning against the seat, you take your time in composing yourself. Not gonna lie, that's one of the best orgasms you've ever had. But then again, you haven’t really had a lot of sex, you just say you do to appease your friends. You look at the man in front of you, his face is red, his hand is covered with your juices and his dick is straining against his underwear underneath his skirt. For being so good to you, he deserves a treat, no?

"Wait," you whisper to him. Getting some tissue paper, you quickly clean yourself up. He moves away from you as you do so, giving you some space but he's still looking at you.

To be honest, he cannot believe he had just done that — helped you get off. He starts to feel a bit embarrassed at himself. There's a bit of regret that he feels but he can't deny that he enjoyed it way more than he should. He only came here to check if someone needs help since he heard his name being called, he didn't think he'd caught you masturbating to him, moreover kind of having sex with you.

Despite his better self, he can't deny that a part of him feels flattered that you were getting off to him; he doesn't know why but he can't deny that he doesn't mind you doing so. In fact, he might even like it. He wonders if this is the first time you did so, what kind of thoughts you had of him, how you'd touch yourself to him. He didn't think he was that attractive to anybody, especially to you.

He wants to-

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts, he tells himself that he still doesn't like you and that this is just a one time thing. It's not gonna happen again, he thinks.

You've finally got yourself cleaned up and pulled your pants back up. Now you're just staring at him, making him feel nervous and awkward. He scratches the back of his head and asks, "Um... do we... go now?"

With a smirk, you look at him and reply, "What? You don't want your reward?"

Jake's eyes grow wide at your words. What reward?

Before he could guess, you already have your hands pressing against his hard-on. He moans as your grip on his dick tightens. Quickly covering his mouth with his hand, he involuntarily bucks into you, his other hand goes to steady himself by grabbing onto you.

"Now, now." With a devilish grin, you pull his hands away from his mouth and continue, "That's no fun. Plus, no one's near anyway."

He swallows his saliva as your hands start pulling down his underwear and letting it fall to the ground, leaving his dick and ass exposed underneath his frilly skirt. He steps out of them, not wanting to trip just in case.

It's a good move on his part because now you can easily move him. Grabbing his hips, you move him a couple steps backward. Then, you turn him around so that he's facing the mirror and counter. You then bend him right over the counter — which surprised him a lot. He turns back to look at you after his torso hits the cold counter, but not before hissing at how the coldness of the counter feels against his skin through the dress.

"What are you doing?"

Lifting his skirt up to his hips to expose his ass, you grope it so tight that it makes him moan; he has to cover his mouth with his hand again. You tsk at him when he does that. Bending over and pressing your body against his so that he can hear your voice in his ear, you whisper to him, "Keep your hands away from your mouth." Surprisingly, he obeys you without question, putting his hands onto the counter. You continue, "Also, a puppy is only capable of barking, you know."

He looks confusedly at you for a moment before you command him, "Bark."

A moment of silence goes by as he just looks at you with wide eyes over his shoulder. It feels a bit embarrassing to bark but eventually, he does so anyway, albeit softly.

"Wolf."

Technically, that's not really a bark but you let it slide since it sounds better. You spit onto your hands and start playing with his dick, using one hand to stimulate with his leaking tip while the other strokes up and down his length. The sensation, albeit soft, still feels good and relaxing to him, it makes him bury his face into his arms on the counter as he shyly thrusts into your hand, silently hoping you'll go faster.

"Good boy. Now if you want me to go faster, keep on going, puppy."

When you tease and play him like this, he just can't help himself; he wolfs for you again. And true to your words, you go faster. He moans into his arms, his knees start to buckle under your stimulations. He wonders if you'd go faster if he did it again, and so he wolfs again... and again... and again, his voice getting more and more erotic as time goes by and you're literally going as fast as you can. It's only been like a minute or so and he's already a mess in your hands.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that the door is still unlocked and decide to comment on it. With a teasing tone, you say into his ear, "Puppy~ Look up."

It makes him whimper. Obediently, he lifts his head up and looks in the mirror. The sight of his face makes him embarrassed and if he's being honest, it also turns him on more; seeing him with his face full of pleasure, being a puppy for you as you play with him however you like. Your touch is starting to feel too much for him to handle.

"You didn't lock the door, pup. Do you want to get caught like this? Bent over the counter with your ass in the air? Like a puppy in heat? Rutting all over my hand like this, hm?"

Your words just make him whine and thrust more into your hand. Truthfully, he's too dizzy to think properly, all he knows right now is how good your hand feels around him and all he can do is whine, whimper and pant right now. You tighten your grip on his dick and he almost chokes at the sensation.

"Tongue out, pup."

He's really not in a position to disobey you — it's like his body is on autopilot; whatever you tell him to do, he automatically does it. Looking at himself with his tongue out, he can't help but feel embarrassed that he's even doing this. But somehow, it feels so good to him. He’ll deny it if anyone asks but he actually likes being teased and treated this way. And based on the trembling of his legs, you can tell that he's close.

"Wanna cum, pup?"

Another whine from him. Usually, you're the type to drag it on and ruin him first before you'd ever give him his release — but right now, you got a job to get to so you let him cum anyway despite it only being like a couple minutes. Honestly, you're surprised at how quick and easy you can get him to cum and submit to you. Guess you’re right about him being obedient. "Go ahead, baby boy."

And he finally reaches his climax after a couple of thrusts into your hand. He looks so pretty like this; all ruined and a mess, face red, eyes zoned out, mouth open wide as he lets out a moan so loud that you're the one covering his mouth this time. Some of his cum got on the counter while most drip to the floor. You have to hold him still for a short moment to make sure he doesn't fall. When he’s able to properly stand on his own again, you go to the toilet seat to grab some tissue paper.

By the time you turn back at him, he's already got his head buried in his arms again. You move to start cleaning him up but as your hand touches his dick again, he flinches and quickly spins himself around to face you. With his face beet red and eyes refusing to meet yours, he quickly takes the tissues from your hand and whispers, "I-it's okay, I can clean myself up. You- you can go now."

You look at him in confusion and say, "Are you sure?"

He nods and reassures you, "Y-yeah." He then turns arounds, his back now facing you and he shyly starts cleaning himself, his skirt now covering his dick, hiding it and his perky ass from your view.

It takes you a while to realise that he's just embarrassed. You lightly chuckle at his antics. Leaning close to his ear, which he surprisingly lets you do since he doesn’t move away when he feels you near him, you then whisper to him, "You're cute."

"Shut it," he hisses at you. Mustering the leftover confidence he has, he turns to look at you in the eye and whispers to you sternly, "This is a one time thing only. Don't you even think about telling your friends about this — and I still don't like you."

Rolling your eyes, you reassure him, "Yeah, yeah, I got it."

"Good." He turns away from you and continues, "We'll pretend we don't even know each other."

"Fine by me," you say to him. It's a bit of a bummer though; he's extremely sexy and he just gave you one of the best orgasms you ever had. His fingers somehow feel like they're meant to touch you and you vice versa. You're not sure if you'd be willing to let this be a one time thing.

"I'll get going?" You ask him, wanting some reassurance that he'll be alright without you.

"Please," he says as he carefully squats down, trying to clean all remnants of your activities together. As you stare at him on his hands and knees, you can't help but think about how easy it would be to hike his skirt up again, how easy it would be to pin him to the ground and ruin him again and again and how easy he would submit himself to you.

And that's when you've made up your mind.

As you take a look at your appearance in the mirror, you make yourself look presentable again and then exit the washroom, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. One thing’s for sure: this is not the last time you'll both do this and you're gonna make sure of that.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hyung line #vampire #dom!reader #sub!enhypen #sub!idol #college au #supernatural au #jake smut #vampire!enhypen

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meowjunjun · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1: Pain kink w/ Jake

Includes: dom fem sadist reader, masochist Jake, degradation

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“Please.. I need you to hurt me.”

The pretty boy was on his knees, looking up at you with the most innocent looking puppy eyes. He was sweating, his whole body hot.

“Fucking gross.” You slap him across the face, a gasp leaving his lips. “Do you really get off on this? Me hurting you like the pathetic whore you are?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes…. It feels so good, I need more.”

You grab his face, and tilt his head up towards you more. “How do you ask, slut? Do you really think I’ll just let you get off that easy? Where are your manners?” He shakes his head rapidly, not wanting you to leave. “No no I’m sorry!! Please, I need you! It hurts so good… please don’t stop, I promise I’ll be good! I’ll remember my manners, I swear.

“That’s more like it.” You kick him backwards with the heel of your stiletto shoe, and climb on top of him. He throbs at the feeling of your weight on top of him as you place your hand around his throat. He chokes slightly, getting harder by the second. “I can’t believe I’m doing this for someone like you.” He lets out a choked whine at your words.

You place your knee between his legs, and feel his abs tense below you as your knee gets closer and closer to his clothed dick. You swiftly begin pushing your knee harshly against his balls as he lets out a string of “ah”s. He twitches in his pants as you practically crush him, and you whisper in his ear, hand still around his neck “you like that, yeah? You like when I make you hurt? Oh wait, poor thing can’t speak with my hand around his neck hm” you release your grip from his neck and he’s instantly gasping for air.

Between pants he says softly “yeah, want you to hurt me so bad. Hah- it feels so good..” you smile against his neck, biting and sucking. He whines at the contact, squirming against your body. You take your hand and snake it into his pants, wrapping it around the tip of his needy cock. The feeling of your skin on his is almost enough for him to cum right there, but he knows better. You give his dick a hard squeeze and he groans “mh- thank you thank you tha- anh”

You move your mouth to his smooth chest, kissing while you get to his sensitive bud. You suck and bite at it hard, but it’s too much for him combined with how you’re crushing his sensitive pink balls and squeezing his wet tip at the same time. “Your hand it’s- too tight- m’ gonna cum.. please please please? Too much..”

“Alright, you can cum Jake. You took it so well.” You coo, giving him a hard hit of your knee to his crotch to help him cum, balls aching in pain. He moans like a whore, whimpering and gasping as he leaks all over your hand. He’s twitching rapidly, hips stuttering all over the place. “Anh- th- thank you- hhn” he’s dripping sweat at this point from cumming so hard as the last few drops of his cum leak out.

“Now, don’t you think you should show your gratitude through your actions rather than your words hm?”

#sub!idol #dom reader #sub idol #sub kpop #sub enha #sub enhypen #sub jake #kinktober

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nyanggk · 1 year

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MY SHY HUSBAND — s.jy

PART 1 : HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SIM!

PAIRING enhypen jake x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS after spending your dinner drunkenly talking and eating with the birthday boy, the alcohol in both your systems make you seem more logical than when you're sober... kinda.

GENRE romance, arranged marriage, smut

WARNING alcohol consumption, profanities, piercings SEXUAL WARNINGS smut, dubcon, degradation, cockwarming, marking, blow job, hand job, piercing, dom/sub dynamics, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

WC. 5.8k

— tysm for waiting for the continuation of this fic! with that said, this will be the end of this universe T-T just a psa for all my morally sensitive readers out there, both of them are crazy in some other types of way (jake just seems like the crazier one out of the two) also lmk if there are typos, missing, or mispelled words here in the fic so I can fix them ♡

Marrying Jake was never part of the plan, having a civil conversation with him wasn't, drinking, eating, and touching him like this was never even supposed to happen. You loathed Jake, and wanted him out badly so you can take your old life back. Because of him, you're on a lock 24/7, always being watched by your mother. You think it's unfair how she treats Jake with more concern than he's ever shown towards you, but you guessed that's what money does to people.

Though as of late, Jake seems to be finding more and more ways to work his impending charm onto you, making your heart swoon and ache rotten with sugar. Slowly, you've come to welcome the boy with open arms, and inevitably, with open legs.

"Come here, pretty boy." Gesturing for him to come closer with a pat of your hand on the soft mattress. You look at him with a smirk, posture leaned back casually as if you hadn't just exposed Jake's secret agendas.

The nicknames that spill out of your mouth seem to roll off naturally, your soft side slightly showing with each sweet gesture and petname you call him.

Jake takes small, shy steps towards you. You hate having to wait, so when he reaches an arms length, you lean forward, tugging his body swiftly to sit on your lap, making his cheeks bloom red as his mind registers the provocative position you've put yourselves in.

"Why're you being so shy, huh, Jake?" You ask teasingly as you raise an eyebrow at him. "With how loud you were the other night, I'd think you wanted the whole hotel to find out how much of a slut you are."

Placing your hand on his hips, you watch as Jake bites his plump lips in an attempt to contain his whines, closing his eyes along the way in order to conceal how desperate he is just to have you touch him where he needs you most.

"I-I didn’t think I was that… loud." He stutters in a pout. "I didn't mean for you to hear…"

"Oh baby, but you were." You press on, head leaning impossibly close to his, and Jake thinks you're about to kiss him, eyeing your lips in a daze. "You were so fucking loud, puppy. Couldn't sleep with how pretty you were whimpering for just my pillow."

Now, Jake is unable to contain the whine slash whimper that escapes his lips when you press your thumb onto his boner. Amusement fills your face as it twitches under your touch— so much so that you go to press your whole palm against it, wanting to see his reaction, and you're blessed to hear a long dragged out moan from him as a sigh of relief.

"You hear how good you sound, baby?" You ask, continuing to massage his aching cock underneath all those layers of clothing. "Who could resist not fucking themselves to that?"

Jake gasps when he hears your words along with your hand hitting the sweet spot on the tip of his cock. "You… you… put your fingers… inside?" He manages to squeak out, panting through the pleasure as he eyes the way your elegant hands work themselves on him.

You coo, somehow finding his reply to be incredibly adorable due to the way his face breaks into pleasure at the slightest stimulation you apply on his needy body.

"Yeah, Jake. I had them all inside me." You tease, dragging the word "all" to emphasize how aroused you had been, amazingly taking all of your fingers inside just so you can form some sort of simulation as to how Jake's dick would fit inside you.

Continuing your verbal torture, you say, "Got so wet hearing you moan my name, pretty. I couldn't help it. You don't mind, do you?"

Though you already knew the answer, you still wait patiently for Jake to comprehend, and process the meaning behind your words, afterwards smiling with glee at how his face breaks into the most delicious, most desperate expression on earth with his mouth hanging open, and brows crashing together as he imagines the scenario happening just between the hotel walls.

"D-Don't! I-I'd never mind."

"Good boy." You purr, running your free hand through his blonde locks. "Then you wouldn't mind fucking me, would you?"

"N-No! Fuck, No." He screams. "Please do; Fuck me."

Clicking your tongue in amusement at how compliant your husband is, the corner of your mouth rises into a smirk as you conclude, "You are a whore, huh?"

"Yes." He answers in the same desperate voice, making your wetness seep through the fabric of your own underwear as you push Jake's chest back, making him fall softly onto the mattress next to you.

"You're such a whore, Jake. And here everyone thinks you're some sort of pure innocent angel that fell from the sky." You spit out, clicking your tongue at the end. "You're just a little slut for some pussy, aren’t you?"

Jake whines at that, back pressed against the mattress as he watches you in front of him with hooded eyes. "N-No…"

Tilting your head in interest, you ask, "No?"

"'M only like this… with you."

Leaning forward, some of your weight rests against Jake's thigh— including your breasts. He watches as you come close to him, a hint of silver catching his attention when you lick your lips, and Jake concludes right then and there that it's his most favorite part of you.

As you were just about to ask him for his clear consent, Jake takes you by surprise by asking his own question.

"Can you give me a blow job, please?" He timidly yet hurriedly asks, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the fabric of your covers as he avoids eye contact, heart feeling too flustered to be asking such a bold question.

The piercing on your tongue is driving him wild, and he doesn't need much material for his mind to run wild with scenarios of the hard metal pressing against parts of his dick. He can only imagine how good it'll feel.

Chuckling in amusement, you ask why. "I want to feel your piercing on my… you know."

"Your dick." You complete for him, laughing at the fact that though he is a whore for how desperate he is to be fucked. Though on the inside, he's just a shy little puppy that's been too good to say such vulgar words. But the idea of no dirty talk and teasing isn't in your book. So, if Jake wants you so badly, he's going to have to adjust to your preferences, and you have no doubt he'll fall deeply in love with the way you talk to him, close to the level that he has with your existence.

"Then if Jake wants my mouth on him, don't you think he should undress himself for me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, watching the knobs turn inside Jake's head. "Won't you put on a show for me, baby?"

Nodding and agreeing shyly, Jake eagerly sits up and pushes himself off the bed. Now, he's standing, and you're admiring him with your palms pressed onto the mattress as you lean back, waiting for him to start his show.

Though you can clearly tell how tense and awkward he is with the way he's standing, you make no comment nor teasing remarks. Instead, you wait for him patiently to start moving.

Slowly building up the confidence to start his strip show, he skims his hand underneath the thin cloth of his white t-shirt, the outline of his abs slowly peeking the more he raises his palms towards his upper body. His shirt bunches up on his wrist before pushing them off his head, tossing the shirt softly on the ground. His nipples perk up once it's been hit with the cold air in your room, and his stomach clenches when he sees the way you eye up his muscle. You admire every crevice of his tanned skin. You had seen Jake shirtless before, like the time you guys went out to the beach, and you watched him surf without a top on.

But you've never seen his body this close, not in this setting. His waist is small and dainty that you can't wait to wrap your hand around the curve. Jake's chest is broad, and his pecs stick out as a result of him working out. And one of the most attractive things you've come to notice about Jake is his belly button. You have no idea why but something about his protruded muscle captivates you, and you find it incredibly hot.

Jake watches you, unsure if what he's doing is right. Should he be making more slutier moves? What should he be doing? Is he supposed to moan or something? Grind on the air? However, looking at you, and you seeming as if you're in a trance, he doesn't think you even care.

"A-Am I doing it right?" He asks, the desire to receive validation winning over his timidness.

"Yeah, baby." You sigh, hands rubbing on the mattress to hold yourself back from reaching out and touching him. "Doing so good. You look so hot. I wanna taste you already."

Your mouth practically salivates when you see the broadness of his chest, bare and raising and falling heavily. His golden skin shimmers under the light of your room, and his chest swells with glee at your compliment, now feeling even more eager to do better, and fasten his pace since you've expressed how much you want to have him sooner.

When Jake skims his hand across his toned stomach, it flexes in itself and you lose it. Pushing yourself off the bed, you press your body close to him and he welcomes you shyly yet eagerly.

Jake's hands plant themselves on your hips so as to steady himself while he watches the dazed look on your face. Goosebumps arise on his skin when you ghost your fingers across his abs, later on shivering when your fingers rush past his nipples, and sit themselves on his pecs, caressing his muscle in awe.

"Come here, babe." You walk backward, taking your husband with you. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, your fingers push past the rubber of Jake's sweats, ready to pull it down, but not before locking eyes with him from where he's standing in front of you, eyes asking for permission. "Can I?"

Biting his lips, Jake nods, however, that isn't a good enough response for you. You stick your tongue out, provoking Jake by licking him over his pants, right along his length. Your metal piercing presses against his aching cock, making him crumble. Your boy whines, hips uncontrollably bucking into your face before he even realized and he exclaims, "Sorry! I didn't mean to—"

Jake's train of apology gets cut off when you talk, dismissing his reasons because to be fairly honest, you don't give a damn. "It's okay, puppy. No need to be sorry. What you do need to be sorry for though, is the fact that you haven't answered me properly."

While talking, Jake eyes the way your hands start to caress him all over, massaging his toned thighs, to his ass, and then over his boner. "Yes, you can. Please, I can't wait anymore."

"That's a good puppy." You coo, patting his cute ass. "Then finish your show for me quickly, baby."

Jake nods eagerly at what you've said, thumbs going underneath the lining of his underwear to push it down but pauses when he sees you motioning for him to turn around with your pointer finger, smirking at him as you bite your lips.

Although confused, he does what you're telling him to do, Jake takes a few steps back before turning around, showing you the thick curve of his ass, the bottom side of his balls peeking from between his plush skin. When Jake pulls down both the fabric of his sweats and his underwear, you land a mischievous slap against his cheeks, snickering right after when you hear him gasp. Your husband's cheeks burn red, hand shyly going to his behind and massaging his rosy flesh.

"Sorry, puppy. Couldn't help myself." You chuckle before gesturing for him to turn around. However, Jake doesn't. You tug on his thighs, but your puppy doesn't do anything which puts you in concern. "What's wrong, babe?"

Instead of answering you, Jake shakes his head, blonde locks thrashing along with him.

With his back turned to you, you're unable to see his face, leaving you even more concerned.

You stand up to check on him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your chin tucked into his shoulder. "Tell me what's on your mind, Jake."

"N-Nothing." He stutters. Now that you're on him, you realize how much his body has turned hot throughout your whole exchange, so you plant kisses along his skin to soothe your husband's burning temperature and hopefully, his thoughts as well. "J-Just give me a second."

"Why, baby? Tell me what's the matter."

Feeling your breath and lips fanning his skin, Jake shivers, and he's sure that you notice because you start humming, and pressing even longer kisses onto his skin, causing him to get even more worked up. "I can't. It's embarrassing a-and you're gonna make fun of me..." He whines.

"I would never make fun of you, baby." You say it strongly. Jake turns his head towards you with a pointed look as if to contradict your words. Realizing what he's getting at, you chuckle, "Okay okay. Not like that at least. You know I mean well when I tease you, baby."

Jake rolls his eyes at you playfully, bottom lip cutely jutting out. "I know…"

"Then what is it, puppy?"

"I'm just a bit… shy… That's all." He mumbles and you almost didn't catch it. But you do, and hearing his confession made you smirk.

"Aww. My baby's shy?" You tease, playfully. "Lemme see how much."

With your hands priorly placed on Jake's hips, you easily turn him around to face you. Taking him by surprise, Jake's adorable puppy eyes widen, clearly taken back.

Jake is shy. His already flushed cheeks had turned even rosier after he'd finished his small strip show, the red enveloping his neck and the widespread of his well-built chest. Your mouth can't help but actually water at the sight, and your hand moves on its own accord as they slide over its broadness, feeling the burn of his skin.

"Shy about what, pup?" You ask, pretending to be oblivious as you trail your hands downward, dragging your nails across his pelvis which raises goosebumps onto his skin and down to trace the curve of his balls. Your finger traces the space between his testicles before leading them back up to smooth over along his dick, smiling deviously when it twitches.

Jake watches as you sit back down on the mattress, pulling him closer so he can slot his body in between your spreaded legs. Your eyes stay locked with his, and he's suddenly rendered blank. He's in your trance and has no intention of breaking out. He doesn't even notice how your hand started to wander further down south, a surprised yet strangled moan wrecking through his lips when you grab his dick.

No words come out of Jake's lips, only guttural groans, heavy breaths, and pained whimpers as you start moving. "Ahh, you're so shy, baby. So so shy." You tch out, mockingly yet incredibly amused by how a simple slap could make his dick leak so much

Jake tries to reply, though he doesn't even know what he should say. His mouth only hangs open as his eyes stay locked on to the way your hand moves against his pulsing head, just like how he's been yearning for you to do. "Can't talk already, pup?"

"You're— ah!" He starts but gets cut off when you roll the wide surface of your palm along his whole head, afterwards sliding your hand down roughly towards his base. Your husband's dick twitches in mid air as your hand stays rooted which gives him enough leverage to speak. "You're teasing me again."

When you giggle, Jake's heart can't help but swarm with warmth, and it only adds onto his arousal. Adorable yet so hot, rough yet caring. The contrast only makes his head spin. He loves your personality so much. His friends thought he was crazy for going this insane over you from just one meeting, one kiss, but they've never experienced you like he has. One kiss— one stare even, will make even the toughest man fall.

He's wrong for putting you under such circumstances. Forcing his way into your life, and making it so that you can never come out. But you have to realize that he's doing this all because he loves you. He's guilty— that's for sure, but he can only hope that you'd forgive him, that soon enough, his insanity will reach you, and you wouldn't care, not knowing that it already has.

"Can't help it, honey. You're too cute not to." You hum, bringing your lips to press a hard kiss onto the part where his balls and cock connected, sliding your tongue out and pressing the metal bead onto his skin before sliding it upwards in a sensual manner.

Jake lets out the prettiest moan when you do so. His head is thrown back, brows crashed together, and his mouth completely slacked open due to pleasure. A long dragged out moan escapes past his lips when you press your piercing across his slit, the precum sweeping onto your tongue, and coating your piercing with thick white coats.

"Fuck, you taste amazing." You say you continue to swallow traces of Jake's arousal along his thick length, not forgetting to swirl your tongue against the whole surface of his dick.

"Hah," Your husband pants, eyes blown with lust as his chest heaves. Sobbing, he says, "Good! so good."

You hum against his dick as thanks for his compliment, the vibrations causing Jake to whimper, upper body lurching forward when you suddenly take his dick inside your wet mouth. The metal pierced onto your tongue presses against the underside of his dick every time you slide him in and out. Too focused on sucking his dick, you almost miss the way his hands seem to wander around, alternating between gripping his own muscled thighs and his waist, and that was enough for everything to unveil.

"Is it your first time, baby?" You try and make it sound casual, knowing that Jake might be embarrassed about it, though, you don't know why he would as you don't see a reason to.

Honestly, you should've known straight away when he had first crashed his lips against yours. It was so clumsy yet sweet that you can only find it adorable. His hands were awkwardly switching places, touching his own body that you almost started sulking because he wasn't touching you, soon coming to the realization that this must be his first, the new-found information only making your chest swell with pride.

"Y-Yeah…" He mumbles worriedly at you. "Sorry if I won't be too good. I-I'll try my best though! You don't have to worry about me. I pro—"

"Hush, baby." You dismiss, not wanting him to stress about something so irrelevant. You smirk, a teasing grin on your lips. "I think it's hot."

"How is me being a virgin hot?" He asks, poutingly as you've once again found something to tease him about.

"I think it's hot that I'm your first— that I'm the one who's gonna be the seeing you cum." Threading his fingers between yours, you don't comment on the way his palms are sweating, fully knowing that your husband will stress about it. So you root the detail inside your head; the way his palms nervously break out into a damp mess, how his eyes watch you so intently, and how his lips jut out adorably in concentration.

"The only one who's gonna see you cum." You correct, arching an eyebrow at him, and trying to see if he'll oppose, but you only let out an amused chuckle when Jake does nothing but agree.

Too cute, he's too cute.

You guide one of his hands towards the back of your head, telling him to grip onto you as much as he wants while his other hand is planted onto your jaw, fingers grazing your cheek affectionately. It's not when you take his dick back inside your mouth that Jake fully understands why you've put his hand to cup your cheek— besides for the reason that you just wanted to be caressed.

Jake gasps when he feels the hard outline of his dick against the thin skin of your cheek. His hips stutter into you, making you choke on his dick. Your husband starts panicking, apologies flooding his mouth but it gets dismissed when you don’t pull him out. "Fuck! Sorry." was all he could blurt out before sliding your mouth on his dick.

His veiny hands stay planted against your cheek, feeling the way your skin rises due to his dick pressing against it while his fingers form knots with the strands of your hair. After the small incident, Jake doesn't dare move, not wanting to accidentally make you choke again, and though you want him to be free to do whatever he wants, you have to admit that it was hard to take him all in.

When you pull away, webs of your saliva connect themselves onto Jake's cock as if to tell you that it doesn't want to part. However, your husband is only human and a virgin at that. The signs of his climax were slowly approaching, and you don't think he'd be boastful of cumming so early without feeling your pussy on his first time.

"Come, baby. I think it's time you fill me up." You tut, tugging his hand, and guiding him to stand behind you, both your knees digging into the sheets, Quickly, you tear away your clothes as though you had initially intended to give Jake his very own strip show, you were feeling much too impatient.

Looking back, you lock eyes with your dear husband as he watches your naked body in amazement, admiring your curves, and the warmth your supple looking skin exudes. Chuckling, you ask, "You ready?"

"W-Wait!" Jake pauses, eyes looking at you frantically. "W-What about a condom? Shouldn't we be using one?"

"There's no need for a condom, puppy." You say playfully, tapping his chin because you just find him so cute. "What do you say we give my mom what she wants, huh? You wanna give me your babies, Jakey?"

With your dear mother staying true to her horrid title of "Worse and Inconsiderate Mom of the Century," she pitched the idea about you and Jake making a baby. She says that having a grandchild was her biggest dream.

Every time you said no, she would come up with more excuses, telling you that it's your honeymoon, you should be making love. And while you internally threw up, you tell her that you don't even want to be seen in the same room as Jake, let alone be in the same bed as him. Now, you can only bite at your own words because look at you, pussy clenching around itself, begging for your spouse to occupy the unneeded space inside your cunt. Maybe using it to rile Jake up wouldn't be so bad, and maybe— just maybe, having a child with Jake isn't too much either.

At that, Jake whimpers, head falling on your shoulder as he grabs your waist, tugging your body close to his. Your plump ass sandwich his dick, and Jake moans when you slide your ass up against it for him. "You want a baby?" He pants, "With me?"

"Yeah, honey. My puppy would make such a great daddy, don't you think?" You ask him in third person, smirking in amusement when you look back, and see the broken expression, face contorted in pleasure.

Without your guidance, Jake's hips move on his own accord and from time to time, his length slips and slaps against your folds, making your body twitch in itself. He releases an elongated groan when your wetness coats his dick, and all he wants is to be bear inside you.

"Can I?" He asks the same question you did just a while ago, and it does nothing to soothe your erratic heart.

You nod your head to his question, not trusting your own voice and you're thankful that he doesn't push you to be more vocal about it.

No sex has ever made you so nervous. You're careful. You don't want to hurt Jake. In fact, all you want is the opposite. You want him to feel nothing but pleasure the whole time. You want this to last for as long as possible, to stay like this until the sunrise, and the next. You're insatiable. Your mind is still slightly buzzed with alcohol and you have no idea if his is too. All you want is him, his heart, and his body— oblivious to the fact that he's already given it to you from day one.

However, you don't know this, so all you can do is dread the morning, wherein you assume that Jake would most likely realize what the two of you did, and possibly regret everything that happened.

You have no idea where this newfound insecurity came from. You're always so confident and cocky, yet a simple man who's forced to be your husband instantly makes your aura crumble. Jake is so nice and innocent— everything you aren't. Would he regret giving it away to you? Should you stop now before it's too late? You have no idea what the answer to both of those questions are, mind still seeping thinly with booze to comprehend the right thoughts in order to make the right move. So you let yourself slip up again— let the alcohol reign and once again make your own decisions.

Little did you know that this is all Jake could ask for. Nothing in the world can compare to how much he wants to live in this moment— with you taking his first. Unlike you, he doesn't dread the next morning. In actuality, he's looking forward to it.

In his head, there's a picture of the two of you laying on this bed together. Your head is resting on his naked chest while your hand caresses his body with affection. There's no ulterior motive to it— although there could be if you wanted. Just the two of you having a wholesome moment the night after.

Jake is everything nice, but when it comes to you, Jake isn't able to hold still, stopping at nothing just so he can get you. Jake has no regrets, absolutely none. From giving you his virginity down to manipulating his parents to force you into marrying him. The only issue is if you were to find out, but Jake swears he'll take this secret to his grave. You don't need to know such irrelevant details. Jake may have forced you to wed him, but he'll never force you to love him— it's too cruel, he thinks.

Clearing out both your minds, you look at each other. Crazy and Crazier meets, and it's as if the two of you have somehow perfectly molded each other; Jake has made you crazy, and you've made Jake a fiend-like demon who rides on sex.

Jake hugs you from behind, head nestled at the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. His cock rests between your cheeks before you take the initiative to guide him inside your pussy with no prior prep needed. That's how aroused you are.

When Jake's head pushes past the surface and goes inside your aching core, your boyfriend clutches you in his arms tighter, and you hear him hiss so attractively that your pussy clenches around his sensitive tip. Because of the pleasure, Jake lurches forward, and he would've fallen face first onto the bed if it weren't for you who's in front of him, chivalrously saving him from humiliation.

You pat his thigh in amusement. “Calm down, baby.”

Jake whines. “I can’t. F-Fuck, you feel amazing.” The thought of thrusting isn’t even on his thoughts, mind too preoccupied on coping with the pleasure and withdrawing the desire to cum.

"It's okay, puppy. Take all the time you need."

Jake can't do this any longer because if he does, he's sure that he's going to either end up crying or cumming, maybe even both. A while ago, you teased him, slapped his ass, and called him names, and he loved all of them without any doubt in his mushy mind. Now, you're patting him down and assuring him, sweetly letting him direct the pace. Though it's quite evidently clear who's in charge.

After a few moments pass, you watch Jake's Adam's apple bobs as he takes a huge gulp, swallowing the temptation to bust before nodding his head at you, telling you that he's ready to proceed with things.

"There you go, baby. Doing so well." You purr, palms scratching his jaw.

"A-Am not even doing anything." He laughs out with a breath.

"Still. You're already doing so good for me." Jake watches as you lower your body to press on the mattress, back arched and your ass out. You move forward slightly, arms jutting in front of you as if to stretch, but you're only doing it because you know that the view would drive Jake crazy.

"Can't wait to fully have you, puppy. Feel your dick drag against my pussy, slide on your cock, your cum paint my walls." You list out in a whine.

"Fuck," You hear him sob. His nails dig into the plush skin of your ass to contain his whimpers, and it makes you hiss "Please, move. Need to feel you so bad."

Granting his wish, you slowly move on Jake's dick. You thrust your ass upwards and down, setting slow and calm movements as you wait for him to adjust to the pleasure before building up a steady pace.

It's not long before Jake starts thrusting his hips and burying his dick inside your pussy on his own. He's craving for more by the second, fiending on the wet slaps your pussy makes for him when he thrust his hips— especially when he presses his front against your sunken body on the mattress, and burying it deep inside your mess. When his head hits that sweet mushy spot deep in your pussy, you release a scream in pleasure.

Oblivious, Jake abruptly stops. His eyes snap open, and rushes to check up on you, slipping his dick out hastily in the process. "A-Are you okay? I'm so so sorry. Please, are you—

Instead of hearing you blurt out any noise indicating that he's hurt you, you let out a long drawn out moan at the feeling of his dick leaving your pussy, whining afterwards at the loss. Frowning, you say, "Fuck, Jake. Why'd you do that?"

"Huh? I-I…" He trails off, completely forgetting what he was going to say as his mind renders blank when you poutingly put his dick back inside of yourself, shimmying your ass which shakes him out of his trance.

"Again." You order, looking back at him with a pointed look. "Hit my spot again."

You smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside you, and once he realizes this, he turns to mush, cheeks flaring up with red. Jake bites his lip before nodding, dismissing his initial thought that he had inflicted pain on you when he seemed to have done the opposite.

As if already knowing your body well, he expertly goes back to the same spot he hit, and he releases a moan when you clench around him. Jake releases a string of adorable whimpers as he watches his pelvis collide with your ass, the skin bouncing with each thrust, and he can't help but speed up his movements. When you moan his name, all Jake thinks about is how he can get more words and sounds of praise to come out of your mouth so, he tries to do even better, trying out a different angle, and he's rewarded when he hears your words.

"Jake— Holy shit, baby! How're you so good?!" You scream out, your own body meeting him with each thrust. "You feel so amazing, puppy. Love feeling your dick throb up inside me."

Jake's panting now, mouth hung open to make it easier for him to breathe and let noises of pleasure for you to hear. Despite the loud sound of your skin slapping and the wet noises that coming out from your pussy, Jake listens to all that you're saying, your words only adding more fuel to light up his climax.

"How about you make my tummy swell up too, huh? You gonna keep your promise, and give me your cum, baby?" You pant, hips slamming against his in order to reach your own high.

"Yes! Yeah, I'll give you all my cum! Please take it, please please please…" He continues to beg as if he's forgotten that you were the one who asked for it.

Both your bodies work in order to please the other, wanting nothing more than to hear each other scream out your names in bliss. If it was even possible, Jake's hips seem to pick up their pace, thrusting frantically into you, and slapping against your mound. With his body still pressed against your back, he uses your shoulder as a safe haven, and starts sucking on your skin. His drool dribbles down towards your chest, coating your nipples, and you drag a finger up to collect them on your fingers before dipping your soaked digits between your legs to rub your clit.

"'M so close, Jakey. Will you come with me?" Though your tone is sweet, what you're doing certainly isn't, and it drives Jake past insane.

"Mhm! I wanna cum so bad." He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. "Please, let me cum."

"Yeah?" With your newfound strength, you sit the both of you up, bodies still connected with each other. While one of your hands is preoccupied with stimulating your clit, the other goes to wrap around Jake's neck, pulling him past your shoulder so your lips can meet. The kiss quickly turns feverish with hunger, your tongue rummaging the inside of his mouth and tracing his tongue with your wet muscle. Jake's arms are wrapped around your middle to help you take his pounding hips. You tug on his bottom lip before releasing it, feeling yourself crumbling against him any second now. "Cum, baby. Come for me."

With your walls hugging Jake's cock so deliciously, the pleasure almost suffocates him. His jaw slacks open, your name spewing out like a prayer before he's finally driven to the edge.

"Ah! Shit—" And that's all Jake needed to reach his high. His body convulses behind you, twitching due to the intense round of pleasure. Your pussy milks his cock dry, taking in all his cum.

You don't let him pull out yet, mind fuzzy but still determined to keep all of it inside you as it seems that the promised child you jokingly brought up is coming to reality.

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