#enhypen jake hard thoughts

[sunjaywoning]

- NSFW!MDNI -

｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jake nsfw moans; warming up

・:〃 ➜ pairing: jake x listener (female)

➜ includes: fake korean subs (he speaks in both korean and english), moans, cum, listener gets referred to as a “good girl”

➜ a/n: i’m backkkkk! there were soo many requests for jake. this one is pretty long~ enjoy!!!

[heejake-hoon]

Thinking about pussy drunk Jake who would frantically tear at your clothes, desperate to smother himself in your musky feminine scent

Pussy drunk Jake who follows you around the house with his tongue already lolled out, just waiting for you to spread and let him feast

Pussy drunk Jake that loses his whole mind at the first taste, foggy-eyed and drooling while you ride his addicted mouth relentlessly

Pussy drunk Jake who goes completely brain dead from overstimulation yet keeps lapping away like a thirsty puppy wanting more and more and more

Pussy drunk Jake who would wimper like a pathetic bitch as you grind against his sloppy tongue and lips, using him as your personal pussy pleaser

Pussy drunk Jake who would shove his face between your cheeks without warning, licking and sucking with wild abandon

Pussy drunk Jake who can't keep his hands off you, always trying to strip you naked so those pretty lower lips are on display for him

Pussy drunk Jake that gets instantly hard the second you spread your thighs, mindlessly humping the mattress while buried tongue-deep inside your pussy

Pussy drunk Jake who growls as he feasts away, absolutely ravenous and feral, scratching that naughty itch for your ambrosia

Pussy drunk Jake that doesn't stop slobbering and moaning until you are a shaking breathless mess, face glazed and ruined

[jungwondazed]

18+ only. / jake makes you ride his fingers 

“why not? it’s not like you haven’t taken something bigger, right?” your face is red hot as you look down at your feet, avoiding his eyes as he attempts to lean his body to the side to look up at you. that perfect grin is plastered all over him and it makes you squirm at his gentle teasing. 

you’re not doing this. it took you weeks for jake to convince you to ride him. there was something so vulnerable about inching yourself down his length and being in control of the pleasure. jake on the other hand, enjoyed seeing it a bit too much.

“hmm? what do you say?” he leans in to kiss your lips, taking his time to help warm you up. 

this convincing thing that jake always does, well he’s far too good at it. with his hands caressing every part of your body, running it along the sides of your hips to your lower back, you found it easy to unravel under his touch. 

he kisses you for a long time, so long you’re moaning inside his mouth before you even realize it. it feels good to be with jake, it feels good to do whatever it is he wants. 

his hands slowly linger towards your inner thighs, gripping any skin that he can to fondle you further, and you naturally open your legs to let him caress you. you gasp at his soft touches, the sensitivity turning you on by the second. 

not longer after, you position yourself to climb over jake, whining at how his fingers were just barely grazing the cloth of your drenched panties. you knew he wasn’t gonna touch you there until you got on top of it yourself, and the realization made you squirm. 

he stabilizes his hand right beneath you, and you start grinding on the pads of his finger tips.  

“j-jake, it feels, feels good like this.” you gasp all in one breath, grinding against him ever so slowly. your clit is pulsating over his mere finger tips, but it presses so firmly that you think you could cum if you were to keep going. 

“you gotta put it in too baby, want you to feel all of it.” jake says in between making out with your neck, small pecks being sprinkled every so often. 

you whine at his suggestion, and he runs his other hand to the back of your thighs, before hooking his fingers to pull your panties down to your knees, not bothering to pull them all the way off. 

he rests his hand flat, only sticking up his middle finger and it makes you blush profusely. there was something so submissive about riding a single finger, having him witness all of it with his clothes still on.

you run your folds along him, moaning at the skin to skin contact. rocking on your knees back and forth, the tip of his finger collects your slick.

jake brings his other hand to grip your waist, his hold more firm than you expected and you know he wants it in more than you do at this point. he guides your body to lower yourself down his finger, and you both moan together as you sink yourself around him. 

you sit on his palm for a few seconds, whining into his ear at how good this feels. his fingers are long, and hard. more than anything your own could ever do.

“ride it however you want now, _____. i can help you if you get too tired.” you nod at his reassurance, bringing yourself up, lowering down again and keeping a steady pace that makes you cry into his shoulder. bouncing on his singular finger felt good but you knew it wasn’t enough to get you to cum, and he brings his ring finger up to slide right into you. 

it was perfect like this now. you bring your arms to wrap around his shoulders, stabilizing yourself to continue riding him. his knuckles were wider than the rest of his finger, and your hot slick leaked out every time your walls clenched around them. it’s so sticky down there, the squishing against his palm echoing every time you slam down. your whimpers and his heavy breathing joined alongside the messy noises, and it was the most vulgar thing you’ve ever heard.

jake works his lips all over your shoulders and neck, his chest rising against your own. he likes this doesn’t he? is this what he wanted? what was the good in watching his girl fucking herself on his fingers when he’s not being touched at all?

you pull your face up to watch his expressions, and he was gorgeous in his daze. the small corner of his lips rise as he realizes you’re staring at him, and it makes you lean in to kiss his lips deeply. he was such a perfect guy, the intimacy always feeling right with him. 

he begins to thrust his fingers up every time you slam down, making the pleasure grow even further. you’re moaning nonsense into his mouth, and he answers with “mmhmm”s and “i know”s in response. 

riding jake’s fingers makes you feel good after all. there was no longer any humiliation as the only thing your mind could focus on was getting closer and closer and kissing the handsome man in front of you. the handsome man that was smiling into your kiss as if there was anything amusing about this. 

“so close jake, -m so close.” you pull away to lean your forehead against his, closing your eyes as the orgasm starts building with every bounce on his fingers. 

“yeah you got it baby, cum for me, i know you want to,” his other hand runs itself all over your body, bringing you a comfort as you work yourself up and down a few more times before you cum all along his fingers. 

he groans as you do, fucking his hand hard against your cunt as you come undone, forcing your orgasm out longer than if you were to just have ridden it yourself. he keeps thrusting into you even after you tell him it’s all too much, because he knows you can take a few fingers. 

“j-jake, please,” you’re both out of breath as he slows down, finally steadying his palm to let you ride out the last of your high before you collapse entirely on top of him, fingers still deep inside you. 

he plays with your hair, and kisses the sides of your face as you catch your breath. his body is warm under yours, his firm muscles stabilizing your soft one. 

jake is gentle and patient, as teasing as he is, he warms you up so well when introducing you to new things that it all feels easy to explore your body with him. from the first kiss to your first time, to this. being in jake’s embrace even with his fingers deep inside you put you at ease, so at ease that he doesn’t wake you when you slowly fall asleep on his chest. soft pecks on your shoulders as he rubs your back up and down, until his eyes close too. 

[mailuvsjayke]

Listening and watching the no doubt mv, that hyung line might be into semi public sex LIKE THEY BE UP DOING THE NASTY AT WORK 😭😩

18+ mdni

note: mmm nonnie just think about it!!!!

imagine being hyung line's higher up, often looked with admiration and respect by others in the office because of your position, but what the employees don't know is the fact that each of them like to fuck you real good in your office !!!!!!!

Heeseung is like a partner to you, your right hand man, the person you'd go to when you need to deal with heaps of documents and tasks to at least keep you at bay.

And in return you'd let him fuck your throat real good and make sure his cock memorizes how it feels being wrapped around by your warm cavern, dripping with saliva and drool, somehow finding a way to force your throat deeper down his dick so good you dont even know if it's possible. He'd make sure to fuck it real hard you'd be hoarse during your next group meeting just to poke teases and fun at you afterwards.

Jay, more firm, and definitely sharp, rather wanting to express his appreciation silently through acts of good workmanship, such as bringing you coffee and offering to take over charge for other employees to keep you on your feet during busy weeks.

And in return you'd let him fuck you onto your work table, legs mounted on his shoulders without bothering to put important documents to the side, making sure he'll cum over and over inside you until your belly bulges against your high waisted pencil skirt. Your company had soon complained to you in the future about how much paper has been wasted, probably from you having to secretly reprint several documents due to both of your juices ruining them.

Jake's like a typical golden retriever, open to obeying you, not hesitating to do tasks when told, and his attendance is nearly perfect, as well as helping others around him no matter the status. And he never forgets to greet you or give you a short relay of everything you need to do for the week.

In return you'd let him eat you out, stuffed up in some random room in the building, the more you cum the deeper he burrows his nose into your poor and abused cunt without pause. His whimpers and pants turning you on and sending your already overstimulated cunt a new bolt of pleasure and wetness. Even when you're crying and thrashing against his face, he just won't let up, only looking at you with that grin, only to plunge back in to fuck you with his tongue a little harder. Janitors have been complaining about odd sticky stains around random rooms, though you don't dare address it.

Sunghoon, one of your younger employees, despite not being so engaging and rather silent, he's sharp and gets his work done without struggle, submitting his tasks to you earlier than intended and seeing his gaze linger a little too long on you before he quietly offers to take over other people's unfinished tasks to get closer to you.

In return you'd let him in, letting him fuck your holes for every task he'd finish, making sure to get the chance to cum anywhere in or on you to grab what he can when he knows the others are doing the exact same. He's watched you fucked them, memorizing what pleasures you the most, and whispering how he'd do so much better than them, how you only need him and he could fulfill every part of you. Employees have started to question why tasks are suddenly being dismissed from them, not knowing you secretly allow sunghoon to accomplish them all just to get a chance to fuck you in that lust filled office room of yours.

After giving them back what you owe all the time, coming into work so sore and so open, your mind riddled with thoughts of all four of them, you wonder if they'd be willing to fuck you all at once.

Yet you know how taboo these work dynamics are, are you really willing to put your career on the line for some quick fucks?

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i was just gonna post this by itself until nonnie said this and decided to just answer their ask with the little drabble i made for no doubt

bro jake and heeseung were so insane i literally busted a nut

sorry i went mia for a bit luvs</3

[enree9h]

TRICK OR TREAT | sjy

PAIRING : nerdstalker!Jake x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS : you're all out of treats and now Jake wants a trick out of you.

WARNINGS : short fic (and almost plotless), dubcon, mentions of stalking, (if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read), p in v, kissing, making out, unprotected s.ex, Jake is a total loser (plus a nerd) and he needs you bad.

MDNI

wc : 1.6k

a/n : freaktober fic?? Planning on writing one for the other hyung line members until Halloween

There came three knocks on his door. The pause between the second and the third one was something he was familiar with. Months of observation is what got him there. Months of observing you, the curve of your hips, the mole on your collarbone, the scar on your inner thigh. Too bad, he thought, you didn't even know who he was. 

So when he walks to his door and swings it open, the autumn breeze brings with it a waft of vanilla- your perfume, the one your sister gifted you for your 21st birthday, he recalls. 

He feels his fingers go cold on the door handle, all the heat getting redirected to his now hardening length. Jake’s dilated pupils were a clear indication of your effect on him. When you heave a sigh and lean against his door, your exhaustion clear as day, he takes his time to gawk at you. 

The fishnet stockings catch his eyes in an instant, he wonders if they were the same pair you'd thrifted from the corner store that one Tuesday afternoon, unaware of his eyes tracking your movements. But that train of thought is soon lost at the sight of your thighs plump against the black net. 

You greet him with a lousy ‘hey’ and Jake gets startled by your voice- its throaty and the rasp makes him want to pull out the photo he had of you on his camera and release all his pent up frustraton of the day. But why opt for the grainy pixelated image when he could clearly have you pinned right below him. 

He wanted to take it slow- gradually slipping into the crowd you surrounded yourself with, maybe going as far as blurting out an awkward introduction to catch your attention. But with you leaning on his door frame with the browns of your hair falling over a size too small black corset top of yours- he couldn't think straight. 

So when you step closer and tease him with a trick-or-treat question he whispers ‘trick’ like a question before his brain could catch up with the panicking of his heart. 

You laugh and tell him he had picked the right option because you were all out of candy and way too tired to hand out any more. But Jake was hyper focused on the way your eyes rolled back when you sighed at the end of that sentence and the way the scent of your raspberry lip gloss reached him. His body was reacting to the thrumming distance between the two of you. 

Jake invites you inside the next second, how could he not when you were clearly ready to crash? When he was moments away from engraving the sight of his fingers sprawled over your thighs in his mind. 

Walking inside you take notice of the area shrouded in black- lights out, windows shut close, silence so thick it felt lifeless and bleak. But maybe that's how life was as a twenty one year old, you thought, recalling the state of your own dorm room. 

Jake watches you. He watches you with the same gaze he'd watched you with for the past six months- it's dark and hollow. His eyes stay trained on you as you walk over to where his bed was. Your eyebrows crinkle and he wonders why but when you plop down on his bed with a light bounce and a shadowed smile, he doesn't let it bother him any further. 

You ask him about his major and when he responds saying its engineering your eyes widen for a split second. Jake takes a note of it and wonders if he was mistaking something for- admiration? 

He decides to test the water by moving to sit beside you. Instantly, whiffs of vanilla invade his system yet again. You lean backwards and fall onto the bed, the hair pooling around your head like a halo. Jake feels light headed and hot, he wants to run his fingers through the mop of your hair, and pull on it. Would it be just the way he’d imagined or more? 

The corset top fits you just right but Jake thinks otherwise. As you lay with your arms over your belly his eyes find your chest- the swell of your tits squeezed behind the laced up cloth drives him to a new high and without another thought his fingers inch closer until you feel the lightest brush of them against your thighs. 

Jake asks you about the whole ordeal of trick or treating and you reply- distracted, with a minute long answer of how Halloween, specifically trick or treating was a total waste of everybody’s time and energy. And how you were basically dragged and threatened by your best friend into doing it.

Focused on the rant bubbling out, you don't feel the cold touch of Jakes's fingers rubbing over your skin. 

On that particular night he was feeling a little more- rash and impulsive so he ran his hands over you until they disappeared under the dark of your skirt. A gasp falls out of your mouth and goosebumps start to dot your skin at the realization but to Jake that sounded like a feather light gasp of approval. 

When you go silent mid rant Jake is jerked out of his fantasies but his hands never leave your skin. He looks down at you, the glow from the streetlight leaves only half your face illuminated. 

You say his name in a hushed whisper, it is feeble and weak. He would have missed it if it weren't for him being so inwardly drawn to anything and everything that was you. He hums in response and traces the line of your underwear, his hands under your skirt leave you gasping. 

The room was clouded in darkness but knew he saw lust swirl in your dilating pupils and that was more than enough for him to lean in and grab your lips between his. 

But you don't kiss him back. He moves against you in a weird hurry and you let him. It's almost humiliating and Jake knows it. Breaking his failed kiss he draws back and stares you down until you see slivers of rage swim up to the surface of his clouded eyes. 

The next time he kisses you he doesn't go slow, he doesn't go easy. His lips are smashed against yours. All groans of disapproval from you go unheard.

Jake groans into your mouth when his knuckles graze your core and the cotton comes away wet. Without wasting a second he is slipping your legs out of it all while his tongue silences your whimpers. 

You go silent when his finger comes in contact with your clit, his thumb rubbing mind numbing circles on your throbbing bud leaves you arching your back, breathless for more. Jake relishes in the feeling, in the feel of your tits pressed flush against his chest. And it only leaves him dying for more. 

He recalls the state he'd been in for the past six months- pathetic and desperate, stroking himself to the blurry pictures of you he'd snapped in broad daylight. He recalls all the times he'd been a whimpering mess at the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, his heat buried deep inside your pulsating hole. 

When you fall back down on the mattress it felt like he was losing you and Jake was not going to let you slip past when you'd literally and metaphorically come knocking on his door. 

His fingers are driven inside your wetness, not one but three at once and you are screaming into the autumn air, biting your hand, squirming under him.

He curses at himself for not having his phone nearby, oh how he would’ve given anything and everything to capture your flushed face and the squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

When you utter a quick “I'm close” between gasps of pleasure, Jake pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. You watch him dwell in the taste of you on his tongue, it's almost as if he's savouring it. You are left slightly rattled nevertheless the image of him- the ruffled state of his hair and the sight of his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as his fingers left his mouth with a gentle ‘pop’- clean and wet. It left behind its imprint. 

Jake pulls down his zipper and frees himself with a groan. You want to stop him and make him look for a condom but it was too late. He was already inside you, stretching you around his girth, parting your thighs. 

He's thrusting into you with blind eros, the headboards creak but Jake is focused on the bulge in your lower belly. He loves the sight, the feel, the sounds of you crying his name out. His brain is foggy and blank, the only thought was that of you and your tits bouncing against the tight lining of the corset.

Jake wants to mark the date and maybe he would go around to do just that. 

His hips plunge into your trembling ones until they finally go still with a jerk. Jake glances down, his panting fogs the air and scoffs at the sight of his release dripping down your inner thigh and onto his bed. He really wanted to snap a picture of it- of your throbbing clit, of your skin flushed red, of you beneath him, gasping for air. 

He bends down to press a quick kiss against your lips and teases you by mentioning how you actually stuck with the “trick” part of trick or treating. And how you had never exactly run out of treats for him. 

Maybe Halloween wasn't such a waste of time after all, at least not for Jake. How could it have been, everything was planned after all.

[choiyawnzjun]

୨୧ pairing ; boyfriendsyoungerbrother!jake x afab!reader

୨୧ sypnosis ; you vowed to yourself you’d never have sex with jake ever again. so.. you started ghosting him, ignoring him and stopped visiting your boyfriends house so you wouldn’t see him again. well…

୨୧ warnings ; sex in the same room as her boyfriend, reader on top, fingering, creampie, orgasm denial once

୨୧ genre ; smut, 18+

୨୧ wc ; 1804

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you could already feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, you were so embarrassed that your boyfriend would suddenly take the blanket off you and see jake’s hand on you but the thought of him seeing gave you shocks of excitement.

his speed slow until you started to fidget. that’s when he really increased his speed. his hand went through a gap in your shorts since they were a bit big on you and your soaking panties made him laugh aloud.

you felt tons and gallons of guilt throwing a heavy weight onto your shoulders. you feel awful, terribly awful. but you desperately need more.

you tried to avoid jake after that, ignoring his texts and going to your boyfriends house less frequently to lessen the risk of seeing jake there. your boyfriend had asked you a couple of times if something was up since it’d been a couple weeks you’ve hung out at his house, you used to go there a lot as you prefer homely date nights and whatnot than ones where you have to go out all the time.

you told your boyfriend that uni was just stressing you out right now and that you’d visit more often soon. but, in reality, the real reason you didn’t wanna visit is because ever since that ‘one time’ thing with jake, you’d grown a huge neediness towards him, you want to feel him, you want him to just touch you, that’s all.

you tried to forget about it but you just can’t and if you see jake all of a sudden then all the vivid images will come spilling into your brain once again. also, you can’t just do that to your boyfriend.

well…

your boyfriend forced you to come over this time, he thought you were really stressed out and suggested you take a break and wind down at the movie night he prepared. he had also ordered some food in and asked if you wanted some alcohol as he was going to go to the kitchen to get some for himself but you declined, you didn’t feel like getting drunk.

when you first arrived, jake had opened the door, but there was no time to properly greet him or talk to him because your boyfriend had barged in front of him and yeah. you guys were watching a genre you both liked which was horror. sure, a lot of people like it but it’s just that good of a movie genre.

anyway, after 30 minutes of the first movie, jake came downstairs and went to the kitchen and he had just taken a shower since there was a wet towel resting on his shoulder and his hair was wet. for some reason, you thought he looked much more attractive with wet hair and you realised you were staring for a bit too long.

when you finally got back to reality, jake was also staring at you, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. he just had this smirk displayed on his face as the eye contact still went on.

the microwave started beeping and you could smell the popcorn jake was making.

wait, is he just gonna watch with you both?

he came back to the living room with the bag of popcorn and casually sat next to you. your boyfriend was a little scared but his eyes were glued to the screen so his attention span to other things wasn’t well.

you blankly stared at jake again, your brain was being invaded by the sudden flashbacks of when you were with jake. oh, it felt so good yet you can’t do it again. never. never ever.

“hm? you want some?” jake snapped you from your thoughts, offering you the popcorn he made. you shook your head and mumbled a quiet ‘no’ then twisted your head to try to focus on the movie.

you were focused on it for about 10 minutes until you felt a hand on your bare thigh under the blanket your boyfriend gave you. it was obviously jake's hand. he slowly traced circles on your thigh before riding his hand up along it, massaging the flesh.

he was focused on the movie with a blank expression on his face when you glanced over at him, acting like he wasn’t doing anything to you at all.

you couldn’t even focus on the movie anymore with his hand resting on your thigh. another 10 minutes passed and his hand found its way to your clothed pussy. your shorts and panties restricting jake from touching you properly.

you immediately peered to your boyfriend who was also still invested in the movie, absolutely clueless to what his dearest younger brother was doing right now. jake rubbed you slowly at first making you slightly surprised that he was doing this right now in the same room as his brother.

you could already feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, you were so embarrassed that your boyfriend would suddenly take the blanket off you and see jake’s hand on you but the thought of him seeing gave you shocks of excitement.

his speed slowly until you started to fidget. that’s when he really increased his speed. his hand went through a gap in your shorts since they were a bit big on you and your soaking panties made him laugh aloud.

jake’s short laugh broke his brothers eye contact with the tv, your boyfriend turning to look at jake weirdly. nothing funny had happened in the horror movie so he was confused as to why his younger brother was laughing randomly.

“it’s literally just a chase scene, how is that funny?” your boyfriends eyebrows were furrowed and he had a slight hint of irritation in his tone.

“nah, bro, i just remembered something.” jake shooed the attention away from him, his brother shrugging and going back to the movie, eyes narrowed to the screen.

jake hooked his fingers under your panties, his fingers were slightly cold so it made you jolt for a second. eyes still glued to the screen, he continued rubbing on your wet clit as he acted like nothing was going on the outside. you squeezed your thighs together, wanting more but also wanting him to stop since you were right next to his brother.

all of a sudden, jake plunged two fingers inside you, making you yelp unexpectedly which also made your sleepy boyfriend jump and turn to look at you.

“baby, you’re not scared, are you?” jake’s older brother laughed, he sounded really tired and next thing you knew when you went to peer at him, he was already passed out, snoring.

you decided to still ‘air’ what jake was doing there, daring not to make a sound. your chest softly heaving up and down while clenching the blanket that covered everything from your waist and down.

jake suddenly got closer to you as he brought his lips closer to your ear, making you shiver slightly. he was still pumping his fingers inside you, using his other hand to pry your weak thighs open.

”i didn’t know you would be like this, noona. my brother is right next to you.” he chuckled, you pursed your lips together and shut your eyes tightly as your orgasm was right around the corner, for some reason, jake’s fingers felt better than last time and you were too lost in the pleasure to wonder why.

oh, so, so, so close..

your eyes shut open in surprise, the sudden feeling of emptiness while jake was sucking your slick off his fingers, making you feel shy for a bit. you checked to see if your boyfriend was still fast sleep and, fortunately, yes. he was.

“jake, why? i was so close.” you whined, trying to keep your voice as quiet a`as possible which meant the proximity between your face and his was kept to a minimum.

jake shifted beside you, tugging down his sweatpants to show the painful boner he had down there.

“sorry, i just really wanna be inside you.” he apologised, he tugged down his underwear, his hard-on slapping against his abdomen. his tip was glistening with pre-cum and you just… you were just so desperate right now.

you checked to see if your boyfriend was still sound asleep, worrying he’ll obviously find out. jake patted his lap and led you on top of him. you were completely dumbfounded and lost in your desperate, horny self that there was a tiny part of you that didn’t care one bit.

so, you stood up to move away from your snoozing boyfriend. your heart has never beat this fast before, you could hear the pounding of your chest in your ears. you felt scared but you were also excited and you had no idea why. did you really like all of this? yes. you did.

you lined yourself up against jake’s leaking cock that needed your attention. you both let out soft sighs of relief once you finally sunk yourself down on him.

”fuck, i actually missed this feeling.” jake let out, his hands wandering over to your hips, lightly controlling your movement as you used him to get you to your high. god, it felt so good. so good that you accidentally let too loud of a moan, quickly covering your mouth, your eyes quickly shifted their attention to your dearest, loving boyfriend who was still sound asleep comfortably.

”mmh, baby, i want you to look at me only.” jake’s hand turned your head towards him lazily, he really loved you on top of him, moving however you want and just the way you like.

”but, jake, what if he really wakes up?” now you were just starting to worry about everything but all those thoughts suddenly vanished when jake started thrusting up, holding you down. your hands immediately went to his shoulders, pursing your lips together. you were already so close since your last orgasm was denied and jake was once again hitting that spot you loved so much and he very well knew that even though you guys have only fucked once before this. your boyfriend didn’t know your body this well and you guys have been together for ages now.

”m’ really close.” you softly whined in jake’s ear, wrapping your arms around him.

”shit, me too. cum with me, yeah, baby?” he grunted, still holding onto your hips to make you meet his sharp thrusts. you felt his cock start to twitch and with just a few more thrusts, you came together.

“oh my-.. fucks sake.” he panted, leaning his head back against the soft sofa that was probably already ruined from the sweat and slick you both were giving off. you lay your body against him, feeling too tired to even get up and sort yourself out.

until..

”___..” you heard your boyfriend mumble, you immediately got up, fixing your shorts while jake hurriedly did the same. you looked over at jake’s brother just to see him shift in his sleep, peacefully.

suddenly, you felt something dripping down your leg. your eyes glanced down to see yours and jakes cum spilling from your wet hole and down your right leg. jake followed your gaze.

”shit, that’s so hot.” he chuckled while you teasingly punched his arm.

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[kpopscruggles]

smoking with jakehoon and you’re all giggly and touchy with them. then the room starts getting a little tense when they both start getting hard and quiet, just staring at your lips and body. until jake, always so desperate, makes the first move and starts making out with you, pulling you into his lap. sunghoon shortly after, comes from behind, grabs your hair in a ponytail, pulls you back and away from the kiss momentarily to kiss him instead. they share you so well

STOP CAUSE THIS!!! THIS ATE!

First we will cover the head, the way they both are finna secretly be fighting with each other in who’s gonna eat your pussy, but just between your legs!!! Jake’s tongue and Hoon’s fingers, Hoon head rested on your inner thigh, looking up at you with a smile “does it feel good baby?” Might pull out his fingers in that moment and make you lick them clean.

I feel like Hoon is having you on your hands and knees though and your gonna out that mouth to use for Jake cause your their “good little slut” as Hoon will say. If we rlly wanna get detailed I do think Hoon is gonna play with your butt a little in the process simply because he likes to hear that little muffled gasp while your mouth is stuffed with Jake’s cock let alone he’s already a mess being stuffed in your cunt so the gasp just gets him.

There may be one point where you all get courageous and try to fit them both in one whole. I feel like Jake would honestly eat that shit up. Seeing your cry and moan and still being able to twitch around their cock!!!

[ceramini]

DAMN IT NERD ⋆˚࿔ ARE YOU LISTENING?

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags creampie, cockwarming, overstim, dirty talk = nerd talk, jake likes legos ✿ scene jake is sweet, dumb, and accidentally packing a weapon between his legs. no one understands how he landed his insanely hot gf, not even him. but she loves him anyway, even if he won’t shut up about legos, star wars, or his ridiculous love for her… especially during sex. note let’s pretend jake likes star wars ─── library ⊹ ࣪

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You’re not even sure how you got here.

Well, no… you do know. You were in bed, legs tossed over Jake’s shoulders, back arched, spine pressed into the mattress like a damn sticker. He was inside you. Deep. Relentlessly deep, like he was on a fucking mission.

You weren’t sure what the mission was, but Jake clearly was.

He was, talking.

Still.

“You know the Republic Gunship set?” he pants, rocking into you a little too slow for how breathless he sounds. “I’ve been saving up for it. It’s so cool. It has, like—twenty clone troopers. Twenty. And they all have these little helmets that come off. I didn’t even know they did that until—until I watched this review last week—shit, you feel so good—wait, so anyway—”

You cut him off with a groan, fisting the sheets. “Jake.”

“Huh?” He looks down at you, blinking like a golden retriever who just got caught chewing drywall. “What?”

“You’re talking about Legos again.”

“Oh.” He pushes his hips forward with a little whine. “Sorry. You’re just so warm and I was thinking about that set and how cool it’d be to build it with you while we watch Clone Wars and—and—fuck, you’re squeezing me again.”

You squeeze him on purpose this time. “That’s because you’re babbling about minifigs while you’re raw inside me, Jake.”

His eyes go big. “You like when I’m raw inside you.”

“I did. Before you compared it to building a Lego set.”

“Okay, okay, fair.” He nuzzles your neck like he’s not splitting you in half. “But also? You’re kinda like a Lego set.”

You stare at him. “Jake.”

“I mean that lovingly.”

You drop your head back against the pillow. “I swear to God, if this is going where I think it’s going—”

“Because like. You’ve got all these beautiful little pieces. And I wanna learn how they all fit together. Every time I touch you it’s like I’m figuring out where the next part goes—”

“Jake.”

“—like, do I kiss here?” He sucks a hickey under your jaw. “Touch here?” Trails his hand between your legs. “Or maybe—fuck—maybe I just fuck you and see what happens.”

You’re clenching again. Hard. And you hate that it works.

He beams. “See? You do like my metaphors.”

“I like your dick,” you hiss, arching as he thrusts up and hits that spot. “I tolerate your metaphors.”

“You love my metaphors,” he says smugly, fucking deeper like he’s trying to prove it.

You moan into the heel of your palm. “You’re insufferable.”

Jake whimpers, forehead tipping to yours. “You’re so hot when you’re mean to me.”

“You’re hot when you shut up.”

He slows, just a little, and looks genuinely wounded. “You don’t like when I talk?”

“I love when you talk,” you gasp. “Just not when I’m trying to come and you’re talking about fucking battle packs.”

“Oh.” He slips out almost entirely, just to push in again, hard. You cry out. His ears go pink. “Noted.”

You try to glare. You really do. But he leans down to kiss you and his stupid soft lips and stupid tongue make you forget how to breathe, let alone stay mad.

And the way he’s throbbing inside you doesn’t help.

Jake pulls away with a dumb little grin. “I think I’m gonna come. Can I stay in? I know I asked earlier but I wanna make sure it’s still okay—”

“Jake, yes, God, yes—”

He sinks into you one last time and shudders, full-body, like he’s short-circuiting. You feel him twitch, warm and heavy, and moan his name as his hand clutches at your waist like he’s scared you’ll float away.

He comes like he’s overwhelmed. Pretty and flushed, forehead pressed to your collarbone, one hand gripping your thigh like a lifeline.

You’re both panting. Slick. Shaking a little.

And then.

“Did you know the Lego Titanic set is almost four feet long—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry! I’m just—still inside you and happy and thinking about boats and I love you and—”

You grab his face and kiss him hard. He whimpers against your mouth, cock twitching again, not soft at all.

You pull back. “You’re gonna shut up now, right?”

“Totally,” he breathes, blinking fast. “Except—can I keep talking if it’s just about you?”

You blink. “Maybe.”

Jake buries his face in your neck. “Cool. ‘Cause I was gonna say, you’re prettier than every minifig I’ve ever owned. Like, if you were a collectible, I’d never take you out of the box.”

You groan. “That’s not romantic, Jake.”

He laughs. “I thought it was.”

You wrap your legs tighter around him and sigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“I’m lucky you let me fuck you.”

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then, very slowly, starts moving again. Just a little. Deep and slow, the kind of rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.

“Can I stay in?” he murmurs. “Just for a bit?”

You nod.

He smiles. “Cool. You feel better than any Lego set.”

You cover his mouth. “Just fuck me.”

You don’t know why you let him stay inside. You really don’t.

Maybe it’s the way he’s so big, the way he fills you up like you were made for it. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm brain melt. Maybe it’s the genuinely tragic puppy-dog look he gave you when he asked if he could just stay for a little while longer.

You said yes. Like a fool.

And now he’s talking again.

“Okay, but hear me out,” he mumbles against your collarbone. “If you were a Lego piece, I feel like you’d be one of those rare ones that only come in, like, three sets. And I’d trade my whole collection just to have two of you.”

“Jake.”

“Or like, like if I was building a Millennium Falcon and your piece wasn’t in the box? I’d cry. Like actual tears. I’d email Lego Customer Support and tell them it was a tragedy. I’d say my girlfriend is missing. That I can’t build without her. That it’s ruining my life—”

“You’re still inside me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m being romantic.”

You groan and throw an arm over your face. “Your idea of romance is comparing my vagina to missing plastic.”

“It’s not just plastic, it’s—hey, wait—” He props himself up on an elbow, wide-eyed. “Are you getting mad again?”

“I’m not mad,” you sigh. “I’m just. So full. And so tired. And you’re talking about spaceships and crying and clone troopers while your dick is still hitting my goddamn cervix.”

Jake flushes. Hard. “Oh. Sorry. I’m just…this is like, peak life for me. Like, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I think about it a lot and it makes me feel like I should be doing more. Like, you’re smart, and you wear those little skirts that make my brain short-circuit, and you never make fun of me for how much I love Star Wars even when I definitely deserve it—”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you getting hard again?”

He pauses. You feel him twitch inside you.

“…Maybe.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I can’t help it!” he whines, and somehow he sounds genuinely upset about it. “You’re so warm and soft and I like how you clench when I say dumb stuff, and I know I’m not supposed to keep talking, but I love you and I’m having a feelings crisis and also your tits are out and I didn’t even mention them yet.”

You uncover your eyes and glare. “Don’t.”

Jake glances down at your chest. Immediately goes pink. “Too late.”

You shift under him and he moans, a soft, helpless sound like he’s ashamed to have made it. You can feel him starting to get hard again, slow and steady like a threat.

And the worst part is? You like it. Your body’s already reacting. He’s still so thick, so deep, and now he’s whining like he can’t help but want more of you.

“God, you’re pretty,” he whispers, like he’s confessing something serious. “And I’m, ugh, I’m such a loser, I know. Everyone always asks how I got you and I never have an answer. They’re like, ‘is she into Legos too?’ and I have to lie and say yes, just so they don’t try to hit on you.”

You laugh. You shouldn’t, but you do. “So you lie about me being into Legos to keep me safe?”

He nods solemnly. “It’s the only way.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Jake beams. “Your idiot.”

He leans down and kisses you again, sloppy, soft, so sweet it makes your stomach flip, and you groan against his mouth when he accidentally rocks his hips.

And just like that, you’re clenching again. Wanting him. Wanting it all over again.

He breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Oh. That was—yeah. We’re doing it again, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Not if you keep talking.”

“I can be quiet!”

“You can’t.”

“I can. Watch—” He places a hand over his own mouth.

You raise a brow. “You look ridiculous.”

He wiggles his brows, nods, then thrusts.

You gasp. His hand flies off his mouth. “Oh fuck, that was hot—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He puts it back. Mutters behind his palm, “I just love you so much.”

You stare at him, flushed, wrecked, still hard and inside you, his hand awkwardly slapped over his own mouth, and you realize something terrible.

You’re gonna marry this dumbass.

You sigh, toss your head back, and say, “Fine. Just shut up and fuck me again.”

Jake nods furiously. Slips his hand from his face and whispers, “Yes, Captain.”

You sigh into the pillow.

🪷 ─── @gyarumindd

[naomiarai]

smut ── .✦ (18+) (nasty as hell too)

jake fucking you dumb into the mattress, he’s got your legs thrown over his broad shoulders, sweat dripping from his face onto your neck. he’s just got back from his trip, and god, saying he missed you was an understatement.

his thrusts are brutal and deep, cock dragging against your walls like he’s trying to stamp himself into your body. the bed rocks and breaks under the force of it, headboard slamming with each movement, the room echoing with sounds of raw sex— messsy and desperate. “fuck, baby,” he growls, voice wrecked, lips kissing your ear. “missed you, missed this sweet pussy, look at you, can’t even- hah– think, can you?”

he pulls back, enough to look down, watching your tits bounce with every slam of his hips, watching your mouth fall open like you can’ tt speak anymore. jake grins at the sight, “m’ gonna fuck you so full, you feel me for days” he suddenly drops your legs, and flips you on your stomach like your nothing, tugging your hips up so that you’re on your knees. his hand snakes into your silky locks, pulling just enough to arch your back, the other hand coming down to give your ass a sharp slap, that makes you jolt. “look at this pretty dripping cunt” he says, spreading your cheeks as he slides back in.

“o-oh! yunnnn!” you whine as he starts up again, hips snapping into you, hard and fast. you feel everything, cock, fat and veiny, the stretch leaving you breathless. jake leans over you, chest slick against his back, mouth right against your ear. “you like this, angel? like the way i get home, don’ even let you breathe before i fuck you dumb?” he rasps. your moans are muffled into the sheets as falls face down, hot tears streaming down your face. his fingers find your clit, rubbing, twisting and squeezing it mercilessly.

he keeps pounding into you, mushroom tip abusing your cervix endlessly as your gummy walls clench around his lenght. you feel his hand pull you back up as he turns your face around to face, placing a searing kiss on your lips. “open” he commands. you obey him, dazed and he lets a string of saliva fall onto your tongue, eyes locked on yours. “swallow it. good girl” you’re completely cock drunk, completely gone and he knows. he can see it your face, the way you take anything he gives you.

“f-fuck! feels so good, m gonna cum!” you moan out eyes rolling back. and you do, squirting out as you coat his dick in white. jake lets out a broken groan, cock twitching, as he fills you up with his seed, thick and hot as it leaks out of your swollen pussy lips.

[marsdql]

you can take it, baby’ with Jake - mdni (18+)

You’re trembling in his lap, a wrecked, broken little mess. Your whole body is slick with sweat, your legs shaking uncontrollably, tears staining your cheeks as you cling to his shoulders—weak, limp, your voice reduced to breathy cries and soft sobs.

Jake’s still inside you. Still hard. Still deep.

He leans in, voice low and wrecked and full of adoration. “That’s it, baby. That’s my fucking girl. Taking it so good for me.”

You’re sobbing now, face buried in his neck, whimpering, “Jake, I can’t—please, I can’t anymore—”

But he’s not letting you go. Not yet. His arms tighten around you, one hand gripping your ass, the other rubbing your back like he’s comforting a baby that he’s still ruining. His voice is pure silk wrapped around filth.

“Yes you can, princess. Look at you… fuck, you’re still clenching around me. You say you can’t, but this perfect little cunt? She’s begging. You were made to come for me. Again. And again.”

He presses a soft kiss to your temple, still rocking into you, slow now, deep, precise, and impossibly patient. “I know it hurts, baby. I know you’re tired. But you’re doing so good. So pretty when you cry for me.”

Your fingers dig into his back, breath ragged, your whole body on the brink of collapse, and Jake just keeps praising you, dragging you further into the abyss.

“Look at you, doll,” he whispers, his voice breaking a little as he feels your walls flutter again. “You’ve already come for me what—three? Four times? And you’re still giving me more. Fuck, you’re such a good girl. My sweet, filthy little angel.”

You choke on another sob, trying to say his name, but all that comes out is a broken little noise. That’s when he starts guiding your hips again—gently this time, slow little rolls, making sure every inch of him keeps pressing into you.

“Shh, baby… I know. It’s too much, huh?” he coos, voice soft now, lips brushing your ear. “But you’re still taking me. That means you’ve got more to give. Just let go for me again, pretty girl. Just one more.”

You shake your head, crying harder, but he cradles you closer, his voice a warm, dominant hum.

“One more, there you go, baby. My perfect fucking princess who can take it all.”

And just like that—your body breaks again.

Your whole frame shakes, clenching down on him like you’re being torn apart, your cries high and helpless as your orgasm crashes through you one more time, and Jake’s there for all of it—praising you, loving you through the filth.

“Atta girl,” he moans, finally losing it with you, hips stuttering as he fills you deep. “Goddamn, you’re everything. Everything, angel.”

[i2sunric]

𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌 (s.jy)

PAIRING: nerdy!jake x reader (f)

SUMMARY: well, it’s not your fault that your boyfriend is perfect, good at school, kind enough tutor you in math and so skilled in bed chem.

WARNINGS: smut. freshman college (they’re 19), jake lives with his parents, grinding, dirty talking, pet names (baby, jakey), manhandling, overstimulation, protected sex (wrap your willies guys), missionary, doggy, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 18th April 2025.

WC: 2.7k

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Jake’s room smelled of books, fresh laundry, and that faint scent of cologne he always wore— clean, crisp. It smelled like home. 

His desk was cluttered but organized in a way that made sense only to him: thick textbooks stacked neatly, a cup overflowing with pens and mechanical pencils, and his laptop open to what looked like an impossibly complicated physics simulation. 

You, on the other hand, were sprawled across his bed, your maths textbook abandoned beside you as you dramatically flopped onto your stomach.  

"Jake," you groaned, voice muffled against his pillow. "I’m going to fail this test, you have to accept that."  

You thought that after high school, all you problems would be resolves. What you didn’t expect, though, was to be forced to take an extra curricular trigonometry lecture that made you want to smash your head against the wall.

Jake, who was sitting at his desk, barely looked up. "You’re not going to fail," he said. "You just need to focus."  

"I have been focusing," you argued, rolling onto your back and stretching out like a starfish. "For, like, fifteen minutes."  

"Exactly," he deadpanned, finally turning to look at you. "That’s not nearly enough."  

You pouted. "But I hate math, it’s stupid and unnecessary. When am I ever going to need to find the limit of a function in real life?"  

Jake sighed, closing his book with a quiet thump. "Math is everywhere," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, a habit of his that you found way too attractive. "It’s in physics, engineering, technology, everything that makes the world work."  

You rolled your eyes, sitting up. "Okay, Professor Sim, but I don’t want to make the world work.” You scoffed, “i just want to pass this stupid class and never think about numbers again."  

Jake gave you a pointed look. "And I want to make sure my girlfriend doesn’t flunk out of college."  

You grinned, crawling off the bed and walking over to him. "Speaking of your genius brain," you murmured, sliding into his lap without hesitation, straddling his thighs as his chair rolled back slightly from the sudden weight. "How’s your project going?"  

Jake tensed for half a second before exhaling, hands automatically settling on your waist to steady you. 

"It’s going well," he said, though his voice was already shifting, lower, rougher. "But I’ll never finish it if you keep distracting me."  

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "I’m just curious," you purred, looping your arms around his neck. "Tell me what you’re working on, baby."  

Jake sighed, but you could see the way his lips twitched, like he knew exactly what you were doing and was helpless against it anyway.  

"Fine," he said, adjusting his glasses again. "I’m designing a new type of microprocessor, something that can process data faster and more efficiently than the ones currently in use..."  Blah blah blah. 

You weren’t really listening, if you were being honest. 

You liked hearing him talk, loved the way his voice got all passionate when he explained something he cared about, but the actual words? They went right over your head.  

Instead, you focused on the way his hands, so warm and steady, were resting on your waist. Absentminded, like he wasn’t really paying attention, he traced slow circles against the fabric of your sweater, fingertips dipping just beneath the hem to brush against your bare skin.  

You bit your lip, shifting slightly on his lap. "Mmm, keep going."  

Jake didn’t seem to register what you were doing at first. "Right, so,  the idea is that instead of using classical bits, ones and zeroes, you use qubits—"  Again more smart words. 

You rocked against him, slow, almost imperceptible, but enough. Jake inhaled sharply, fingers digging into your skin.  

You smirked. "Go on," you teased.  

His jaw clenched. "You’re evil."  

You hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "No, I just really like hearing you talk, baby."  

His hands flexed on your waist, like he was debating something. Then, as if giving in, he exhaled a low chuckle. "You’re such a fucking brat," he muttered, and the way his voice dropped made heat pool between your thighs.s

He moved one hand up, running it along your spine, pushing your sweater up just enough to expose more of your skin to the cool air. The other hand slid lower, gripping your thigh as you ground against him again.  

"You’re not even listening, are you?" he murmured, his lips grazing your ear now.  "Not really," you admitted, breathless.  

His grip tightened, guiding your movements now, encouraging you to move against him with more purpose. "You just like teasing me, huh?"  

"Mmh," you hummed, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips, then his jaw, then his throat. "I like how worked up you get."  

Jake let out a soft curse under his breath, his hips shifting up just slightly to meet yours. "You’re lucky I love you," he muttered, voice strained.  

You grinned. "I know."  

Then, finally, he broke. His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping you tighter as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the little sounds you made as you melted into him. 

His glasses pressed against your cheek, cool against your flushed skin, but neither of you cared.  

"You drive me crazy," he murmured against your lips, his breath warm, his hands wandering. "Always so fucking needy."  

You whimpered, rolling your hips again, and he groaned "Jakey," you breathed.  

He exhaled shakily, then kissed you again, hungrier this time, like he couldn’t get enough. "You should be studying," he muttered between kisses, even as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your sweater higher.  

You smirked. "Make me."  

And, oh, he did.

Jake groaned against your lips, his grip on your waist firm as he lifted you from his lap, standing up with you in his arms. 

Your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, and you buried your face in his neck, feeling his pulse race under your lips.  Your core pulsated with need, and he could feel it even through your shorts. 

"You’re gonna be the death of me," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration and desire as he carried you across the room.  

Jake pushed your math book on the floor, and he laid you down, his body pressing against yours as he kissed you again,, like he’d been holding back for too long. 

His hands roamed, slipping under your sweater, pushing it up over your ribs. You arched your back, helping him, and he pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.  

"Fuck," he breathed, eyes raking over you. His glasses had slid down his nose, and he pushed them up absentmindedly before leaning down to kiss you again.  

His hands moved with practiced precision, knowing exactly where to touch, where to squeeze, how to make you shiver beneath him. 

His fingers brushed over your thighs, pushing up the fabric of your shorts before he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and dragged them down along with your panties,leaving you bare beneath him.  

"You really don’t like making things easy for me, do you?" he murmured, fingers tracing up your inner thigh. 

You smirked, breathless. "Where’s the fun in that?"  

Jake huffed a quiet laugh, but it was strained, like he was barely holding himself together. 

He sat back for a second, pulling off his sweater in one swift motion, revealing the toned muscle beneath. 

His skin was warm under your fingers as you reached up, running your hands over his stomach, his chest, feeling him tense beneath your touch.  

"Condom," he muttered, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand.  You groaned, letting your head fall back against the pillow. "You always do this."  

"Yeah," he said, tearing the foil packet open with his teeth, "because I’m not stupid."  

You pouted. "I’m on the pill."  

"And I like knowing you’re safe." He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, his glasses sliding down again. "Quit pouting."  

You sighed dramatically but let him roll the condom on, watching as his long fingers worked quickly.  

Then he was over you again, lips on your neck, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he lined himself up.  "You have to be quiet," he murmured, his voice rough as he kissed along your jaw.  

"Or what?" you teased, just to test him.  

Jake exhaled sharply, then pushed into you in one slow, deep stroke. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping his shoulders as your back arched off the bed.  

"Or I’ll make you," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.  

Your eyes fluttered shut as he started moving, slow at first, like he was savoring every inch of you, but then he set a pace that had you struggling to keep quiet. 

He knew what he was doing, exactly how to angle his hips to make your breath stutter, exactly how to roll his hips so you were gripping at his arms, trying so hard not to moan too loudly.  

His glasses fogged up from how close he was, the heat between you making them useless, but he didn’t stop to take them off. 

You did it for him, reaching up with trembling fingers and sliding them off his face, setting them aside on the nightstand.  

He thanked you with a warm smile. 

His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with desire, met yours as he thrust deeper, harder, stealing the air from your lungs. His hand came up, covering your mouth as you let out a soft whimper, muffling the sound.  

"Shh," he murmured, his voice like gravel against your skin. "Don’t want my mother hearing how good I’m fucking you, do you?"  

You shook your head, but your body betrayed you, your nails digging into his back as he snapped his hips into you again. It was all too much.  

You clenched around him, your thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. Jake cursed under his breath, feeling you squeeze around him, and his grip on your hip tightened as he sped up, chasing your release.  

"Come for me," he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I wanna feel you."  

That was all it took. 

Your body tensed, pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave as you bit down on his hand to keep from crying out. Your vision blurred, your fingers digging in his skin as you came undone beneath him.  

Jake groaned, his movements faltering for half a second before he found his rhythm again, his thrusts rougher now, more desperate. 

He grabbed your leg, hooking it over his hip, pushing deeper, hitting that spot that had you gasping against his palm.  

He hadn’t slowed down. His rhythm was deep, fast, relentless. the bed creaking under both of your weight, the headboard softly hitting the wall in time with his thrusts.

You were still whimpering from your second orgasm, your thighs trembling around his waist, your nails digging red crescents into his shoulder blades. Your breath hitched, another moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it. “Jakey! oh—” 

His hand came up instantly, covering your mouth again, palm warm and firm.

“Quiet,” he hissed against your cheek. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

Your body arched off the bed beneath him, mouth smothered by his hand, eyes rolling back from the sheer pressure, the stretch, the heat. Your muffled cries only made him thrust harder.

“You like this, huh?” he breathed, watching your every twitch, every gasp, every time you tried to cry out under his hand. “You like when I fuck you like this.”

You nodded desperately, the pleasure building again even though your body felt like it couldn’t take more. Your skin burned, your thighs ached, but none of it mattered. Jake was everything— all you could feel, all you could hear, all you could take.

You released against him, hard, back arching as your whole body seized up and shuddered. Your vision blurred. You felt tears sting your lashes, your voice cracking beneath his hand as your second orgasm ripped through you.

He grunted, letting his hand slide away from your mouth only when your cries became soft gasps His lips found yours in a hungry, breathless kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth like he couldn’t stand even a second of distance.

“Shit,” he panted, pulling back just a little to brush his hair from his eyes. He kissed your jaw, your throat, sucking a mark just below your ear before whispering, “Turn over for me.”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Jake, I can’t—” 

“You can,” he said firmly, kissing you again. “Just one more, baby, you’re doing so good.”

And because it was him uou obeyed.

You turned, limbs shaky, chest pressed to the mattress, ass in the air as you grabbed onto the pillow and buried your face into it. Jake groaned softly behind you.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he muttered, dragging his fingers over your lower back, down to your ass, squeezing firmly. “Messy and fucked out… all for me.”

You felt him line himself up again, the blunt head of his cock sliding through your slick folds before pushing into you in one hard thrust that had you biting into the pillow to stifle a scream.

“Oh my God… Jake.”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, hand curling around your hip to pull you back into him, setting a brutal pace that left your legs shaking, your voice broken into helpless sobs. “You have to be quiet.”

“I can’t,” you cried into the pillow, half-laughing, half-sobbing from how good it felt, how completely he wrecked you. “Jake— it’s too much—”

“You’re taking it so well,” he said, voice strained, one hand gripping your waist while the other slid up your spine, pushing between your shoulder blades to press you further into the mattress. “So fucking good for me.”

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, dragging cries from you no matter how hard you tried to bite them back. You fisted the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot over and over again until your legs gave out.

Jake leaned down, chest against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “You pretend to be all innocent, all shy in front of everyone… but in here? With me? You just want to be ruined.”

You moaned, louder than you meant to, and he growled, his hand flying to your mouth again, fingers pressing your cheek into the pillow.

“You don’t listen,” he hissed, thrusting harder, until the sound of skin against skin echoed through the room. “You want my mother to hear how desperate you are for my cock?”

You shook your head wildly, sobbing beneath his hand as he slammed into you again, and again, and again, until your entire body clenched and your mind blanked. One last orgasm crashed over you, white-hot and dizzying, tearing a scream from your throat that was completely muffled by his palm.

Jake groaned into your neck, biting your shoulder as he came hard, his body collapsing against yours, twitching with aftershocks as he held you tightly, his breath loud and shaky in your ear.

You both stayed like that for a moment, tangled, gasping, hearts pounding like they wanted to leap out of your chests.

Jake pulled out gently, sighing contentedly as he rolled to the side and took the condom off, tying it quickly and tossing it into the bin beside the bed.

He turned to you immediately, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your exhausted body. Your skin was damp with sweat, your legs trembling, your eyes heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, your bodies tangled together, sweat-slicked and trembling.  

Jake finally lifted his head, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He looked wrecked, but somehow, still devastatingly handsome.  

"You okay?" he murmured, pushing your hair out of your face.  

You nodded, still catching your breath. "Mh.. It was so good.”

Jake huffed a quiet laugh, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "You are a menace."  

You smirked. "You love it."  

"You’re exhausting," he muttered, but his arm was already tightening around you, pulling you close.  

You grinned, snuggling into his chest. "You love that too."  

Jake sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Yeah," he admitted softly. "I really do."

[sunjaywoning]

- NSFW!MDNI -

｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jake nsfw moans; “im so close..”

・:〃 ➜ pairing: jake x listener

➜ includes: moans, cumming

➜ a/n: hey yall 😚 i know ive been ia for a while! i promise i didn’t forget abt the blog;; here’s a short jake moans for all of yall asking for one~

[jungwondazed]

happy 21st birthday to the one and only sim jaeyun

18+ only. perv!jake / jake touches himself while you are asleep on the phone

jake sighs and leans back against his bed frame with a thud. it was only the second missed call but he was growing impatient. he glances at his clock and wonders to himself if perhaps you were already asleep, pressing the call button one more time just incase you weren’t. 

on the last ring you finally picked up, although with the rustling noises in the back and the way your “hello” was barely audible, he was right with his assumption earlier. 

“oh, uh ___, hey! i’m sorry, i didn’t realize how late this was, if you’re asleep, i can call you back later” jake blurts out in one breath, face palming himself at how of course you would be asleep at midnight but in his slight defense, it was a friday night. 

there was a lot more rustling and crinkling of clothes or bed sheets or whatever it was, before you speak up again, still barely audible. 

“mmm? jakeee? hmm, s’ late, ’s going on”

jake’s jaw drops at how much raspier your voice is, and how slow you are with your sentence. he’s never quite heard anything like this from you as you were always so put together, but with the way you sounded in this moment he couldn’t help but let out a breath. 

“nothing important, i just wanted to ask you about this assignment that’s due next week. go back to sleep alright? i’ll ask another time. ”

in the time he spent processing all of that, you were already back to sleep, not conscious enough to end the phone call. 

“um, _________?” he whispers, a bit nervous to wake you up again. 

“_____, are you there?” he tries one last time, letting out another sigh before moving his thumb to hit the end call button, stopping right when he thinks he hears something. 

the device being close to your face allowed your phone’s microphone to pick up everything, from your soft breathing to the calm sighs you would let out every few seconds. jake bites down on his lip at the realization of how intimate this sounded and his ears turned red hot. he doesn’t understand why this was anything worth listening to, but he couldn’t deny liking it. 

there was something undeniably attractive at how soft and steady your breathing was. with every exhale it felt like your voice was slightly caught in your throat, as if struggling to do something as simple as breathing. jake’s mind went on to think about other stuff, other things you could possibly struggle to take. he shakes his head at a perverted thought like that, and curses himself in his head to dare think of you in that way.

admitting you weren’t attractive to begin with would’ve been a foolish lie. you caught his eyes the moment he first saw you, but as respectful as he is, he’s not the type to make moves or ask girls out just because they were pretty. jake enjoyed your company, he liked being around you, studying with each other late at night in those libraries, and sometimes grabbing dinner together although with other friends of course. he steals glances at you when you aren’t looking, and rarely does he check you out, just out of fear for being caught. being a gentleman is his biggest priority, so the dilemma of listening to your innocent breathing over the phone on a friday night makes him run his hands through his hair and tell himself he’s being ridiculous. 

but you just sound so good and he has no idea what to do with this. he’s never laid a hand on you let alone make a move, so why was this such a turn on for him? maybe it’s because there was always a deep attraction he had towards you and doing absolutely nothing about it is making something as simple as this, drive him crazy. he wonders how you look right now, what you’re wearing, the position you’re in. he questions if you have anything on at all, or if you only had panties on, or just a t-shirt, and only that. 

he breathes out a “fuck” a little louder than he intended and he hears you rustling a bit, fearing that he accidentally woke you up. jake almost loses it when you let out a quiet moan, almost a whimper. you sound so good he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he lets out another sigh of distress, wanting to do so much to himself he doesn’t even realize how horny it sounds until his hands slowly rub his thigh, debating on whether this was something he should do. you continue to let out soft innocent whines every once in awhile, probably in the middle of a nightmare that makes jake want to come over there and hold you close so there would be nothing to disturb you. he presses his lips together, closing his eyes, unsure if this was something he’d regret. 

a whimper sounds from jake’s phone and it was the last straw before his hands finally brushed over the aching hardness under his pajama pants. his teeth bite down on his lips to quiet himself as much as possible, rubbing himself gently because he was beyond sensitive at this point. the phone laid right on his chest so he could hear every breath of yours, stroking himself through his clothes to picture you sleepily grinding on him. he thought about the shape of your body, how you would look on top of him, the face you’d make when you were so desperate to cum yourself. jake thought about these things often, but he would never admit it to himself even. 

“god, ____” jake almost moans this out, unable to control whatever comes out of his lips when he feels so damn good. he pulls his boxers and pants down to his knees and starts stroking himself fully, using his dripping pre-cum to slick himself up. he’s throbbing for you, and he doesn’t care how ridiculous this looks. the fantasies that he makes up in his head is nothing compared to hearing you right then and there. if this is how you sound when sleeping, he could only imagine the noises you’d make when he’s deep in you. could you even take it? he asks himself, groaning at the image of his tip barely making it in your cunt. he’d stretch you out for hours if you wanted it that slow, or force it in if you liked it that way too. whatever it was, jake wanted so badly to feel you on him right now. bouncing up and down, with your hands rested on his chest to guide yourself in whatever way you needed. 

his breathing is fast and deep, the phone on his chest rises and falls with every pump of his fist. the room is silent with the exception of the squelching noises and his effort to be quiet. whispers fall from his lips, promises of making you feel so good, breeding you until you tell him to stop, filling you up with his cum your stomach is full by the end of the night. 

“fuck, fuck ___, wanna cum so bad right now,” he’s close, a bit hesitant to keep going because when he cums he’s not one to make it quiet. his fist doesn’t stop regardless of the worries, stroking from the base all the way to his tip. he thumbs over the slit of his penis every once in awhile and he winces, never getting used to how sensitive that part is. jake feels himself getting closer and closer, the stress of not wanting to wake up paired with how fucking good it feels allows pathetic whimpers from his mouth and he doesn’t have any time to make a rational decision before he pumps himself three more times and shoots his cum all over his abs, some spots making it to his chest. 

“shit, i’m fucking cumming all over you ___, cumming all fucking over you” he moans out, his sticky seed landing right on the phone yet he keeps going, milking himself far longer than he usually would. his hands slow but he keeps that same base to tip stroke, biting his lip so hard he thinks he tastes a bit of the blood on his tongue. he cums so hard he feels it in every part of him, wishing it could always be this good. 

when he reaches past the point of overstimulation, his head falls back with a thud, all the air he held in while cumming exhales loudly, catching his breath after dropping his hand to his side. the room looks like it’s spinning, never having been this exhausted from simply masturbating. he looks down, seeing the cum that he painted his abdomen with and grins slightly to himself, before lowering his body back down to the pillow, closing his eyes before he knows it. 

that night jake dreams of you, flashes of you touching his arm, seducing him in a way he’s never seen you like before. you’re all over him, kissing his entire body, grinding on every bit you see to get yourself off. 

“jake,” you breathe out and he brings his hand to your face, thumb tracing the cheekbones of your skin before leaning in to kiss you. 

“jake,” you say again, to which he responds with a lazy “hmm?”

“jake,” you blurt out much louder and jake shoots up awake, his head searching his room for wherever the hell that sound came from.

“jake? hello?? why are we on call right now?” jake freezes, shaking his head, in complete denial that it was your voice coming from his phone. 

“and why has it been going on for 8 hours?”

his jaw drops, looking down at his pants still pulled down his legs, before closing his eyes and pulling at his hair, a hundred different explanations running through his mind. 

[mailuvsjayke]

can you write about Jake gets injuries on purpose just to see his crush who’s working at the hospital?

18+ mdni

note: we live for desperate jakeu (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

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Clamping down on his fingernails as he patiently waits for you, eyes twitching, mouth contorted into a pretty grin, wincing at the pain of his tragic scrape.

"Is this seriously it?" You deadpanned, staring at the reddened and rough skin present on his left shin, though it was big and intimidating, it wasn't even bleeding.

"You took me off my break for this? Please don't be ridiculous."

"I promise it really hurts, call me dramatic."

He stares at you, eyes wide with interest, lips all swollen from how much he's been picking and biting at the skin.

Watching your every move, admiring the skill in your craft when it comes to the medical field, his favourite nurse for god knows how long, but he hasn't settled for less in a woman ever since.

And every woman that isn't you will always be less.

"The third time you've come in with measly injuries that you could easily kiss yourself and put a silly bandaid on." You groaned, taking hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet.

"Isn't this worse than the others? Are you seriously underestimating my wound? Such a bad bad nurse, aren't you.." His voice going up and octave, playfully mocking you and enjoying your obvious irritation.

Call him masochistic, but he can't help it, seeing your face gets him on easily, so bad he can cum by just staring at those pretty features that compliment each other so well.

Watching you move back and forth to gather materials, eyes strained and red, hair a bit disheveled, you must've been working overnight, but it could only feed into his imagination.

Even in an outfit pure white and conservative, his mind undresses you everytime you glance away, letting his pants tighten more and more.

"Just make this easier for me and don't move." Your voice ultimately exhausted and sick of his appearances at this point.

Kneeling down, comfortably adjusting your ponytail before getting to work patching him up, giving him a slightly reassuring look as you held the hydrogen peroxide dipped cotton pad with tweezers, eyes looking so inviting that he choked down a pathetic moan.

His mind a mess, your hand nestled on his right inner thigh, keeping it open slightly as you gently dabbed against the wound on his shin tenderly.

He moaned and winced, not out of pain, but out of self resistance to not pull his pants down and stuff your face full of him. Seeing you in such a vulnerable position made the tip of his cock angrily rub raw against his boxers.

The way your thighs looked fuller, chest puffed out and your back arched closer to him as you continued to do your job, he almost felt bad, knowing you weren't aware of the thoughts racing through his mind.

"Done, I hope you were focusing this time, so you'd know what to do yourself if another accident like this happens." You announce, setting your tools down to let out a huff of breath.

Your confidence was cut short as you felt a hand making it's way to the back of your head, squeezing your hair before pushing gently.

"Jake—"

He pushed harder, catching you surprised as your face made contact with his crotch, his hard on bulging against your cheek embarrassingly hard. It felt warm as well as wet, you couldn't tell if he's came in his pants or if he's leaking precum.

Moaning softly, your eyes shut closed, letting your self rub your face all up against him, amused by how little resistance Jake showed towards you.

With one slightly harsh pull to your hair, causing you to whine from the sudden force, staring up at Jake with submission, your face looked all busted, how could you not when he quite literally teased you by rubbing his clothed cock right up your face?

He grinned out of amusement, stroking the top of your head.

"Say.. is the door locked?"

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i need help and the only way to save me is by letting me suck jake's cock idk hahaha

i wrote this in the middle of the night while half asleep so forgive me for any mistaakeess TT

[enree9h]

LAST HOUR | sjy

✮ PAIRING : fwb!jake x fem!reader

✮ SYNOPSIS : Time runs closer to midnight. With barely an hour left for Jake's birthday to end, you rush to get to him after having forgotten about it for the entire day. But Jake doesn't plan on letting you slide with it so easily so he makes you pay for it until midnight.

✮ WARNINGS : SMUT, p in v, unprotected s.ex, cursing, making out (lmk if I missed smth!)

✮ wc : 1.5k+

✮ a/n : this was supposed to be a Hoon fic ( my ass has been fixated on him for the past week, INTENSE hoon brainrot) but I hadn't released a Jake fic yet SOO. And to be quite honest- re reading it, I feel like it fits Jake better, dk. what do you think??

MDNI

Bursting through the doors of the club, your eyes frantically scan the crowd for him. The music is loud, almost deafening and you feel the bass seep into your body. The lights dim to a red so dark that it takes you a whole minute to adjust your vision to the lowered brightness of the place. You were late by twenty-three hours to be exact and the guilt that came with it did not help your case. When you finally caught the tiniest glimpses of him you felt your shoulders relax. 

He hadn't spotted you amidst the bustling crowd yet or so you thought.

With the restroom close in sight, you decide to step in for a quick minute before meeting him. Stumbling through your apartment at the last second did not leave you with much time in hand. And having to cover the twenty minute drive to this place meant you had to use up the time you could've spent looking decent. 

So you slip through the crowd and into the silence of the restroom. The faint sound of music flows through the cracks in the door but the sudden noise of a door being banged shut jerks you out of your internal rambles. 

“Someone finally decided to show up”, his tone has an icy bite to it and it doesn't fail to cut right through you. “Jake” you begin but when he walks up to you the mellow scent of wood and smoke hits you.

 “Look,” you utter but he comes to a halt right in front of you, his gaze burning right into your fidgety self, “I’m really sorry.” 

When he attempts to get closer you inch backwards until you meet the wall. “No you're not”, his arms slip around your waist and when he leans in you feel his lips graze yours. His hands travel lower until they reach your ass and you feel his nails dig into your skin through the silk of your skirt. “I was just too wrapped up in helping Jay move,” you say in a hushed whisper. 

Jake feels his frustration reach new heights at the mention of his friend, “Oh come on”, Jake scoffs.

“It’s always him”, his lips find your jaw, “but by the end of the day”, you feel him suck on the exposed skin of your neck, “It’s my cock you’re gagging on”, he lightly bites into your flesh, purple blooms over the expanse of your skin, “isn't that right angel?” 

When you attempt to respond he does not let any further words fall out of your mouth because the very next second he’s pulling you in, crashing his lips onto yours. His nails dig into the skin of your hips and you flinch when you feel him bite into the plump flesh of your already swollen lips. His fingers are on your thighs until you watch them slide under your skirt, pushing it up, leaving your skin exposed, all for him. 

“Waited for you all day though", he whispers against your lips and you feel the guilt render your body lose in his hold. “I’m so sorry Jake” but your words go unheard and when you catch his eyes you understand why. 

When his fingers reach your soaking core you gasp and lean on the walls, your back arching at the contact. Jake watches you squirm under him and he loves it. He loves the sight of your teeth sinking into your bottom lips, and the feeble attempts you make at concealing the guttural sounds that left your lips. But Jake was just getting started so when he presses his knuckles into your pulsating core you throw your head back and bite your hand until it left your skin dotted with red. “Let me hear you, angel” 

He is quick to hoist you up against the wall and your trembling legs wrap around his midsection with practised ease. With your underwear out of his way and dangling at your ankle, he is running his thumb over your clit. “Jake oh go-” but when he drives his finger inside of your dripping hole you see stars. 

“Already clenching around me baby?” His voice is hoarse and the sound of it with his finger buried in you drives you over the edge but Jake doesn't stop there. The moan you let out when he inserts another finger inside leaves Jake feeling for the bulge in his jeans. The sight of your whimpering self grinding on his fingers, drenched in your wetness, pressed against the walls of a random club restroom was enough to make him go feral for a feel of his throbbing cock buried in your tight hole.

You feel his knuckles drive into you without thought, every thrust leaves you shaking against him, your underwear slides off your ankles and falls to the floor but you couldn't care less. “So good Jake” you manage to whisper, your voice blanketed with lust.

“oh yeah?” the bite in his voice goes unnoticed by you. The tightening knot in your abdomen makes you deaf to any and every sound but the trance doesn't last for long because Jake is quick to pull his fingers out.

“Seriously?” your body which was previously shuddering with the onset of a release is now slumped in his hold. You were so close, a light press of his knuckles against your clit would result in you coming undone but he had to make you beg for it, pay for what you did to him today. 

Jake leans in to press a quick peck against your lips and with a devious smile plastered on his face he whispers “My turn”, with that you are flipped around, your palms hit the mirror on the wall and your upper body is left bending over the sink. 

You barely get a second to compose yourself before he plunges into you. “Jake oh my god” your screams bounce off the walls of the empty restroom, cutting through the feeble sounds of music from the party. 

“So tight for me baby” Jake’s voice doesn't sound like his anymore, the hold of his fingers on your hips tightens with every relentless thrust into you. Your breath fogs the mirror and when you attempt to glance at your reflection you catch Jake's eyes in the mirror. 

“Look at yourself”, one of his hands comes to wrap around your waist as he reaches for your clit, “letting me fuck you dumb” he's rubbing circles on your bud with a growing pace and you feel your body lose any and all control. Your legs tremble under the rush of such intense pleasure but Jake never attempts to slow down. 

“Jake I think I'm-”, the sounds of your wetness fill the air and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. Jake thrusts his hips until he feels the tip of cock reach your cervix. Your palms slip over the smooth fogged up glass and your nails scratch against it as Jake pounds into you with a newfound energy. “F- feels so good angel”  he bends and attaches his lips to your nape, pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder blades. 

The next second he is straightening back up, grabbing your hips and driving right into you. His eyes are glazed over, breath uneven and he seems to be in a daze so intense that all your screams go unheard. 

“Wish me”, you hear him say, his words coming out in pants but your mind was clouded and your spine arching under the pleasure, too engaged to respond. 

You feel his fingers on your clit, “Wish me, angel”, and when he pinches your bud you cry out from the stimulation and that is when you hear him. 

“H-happy-” he drives in deeper, “Birthda- oh god” when he flips you around and hoists you over the sink, your ass on the edge, you look into his eyes and instantly feel your body react to it. Dilated pupils, mouth half open, skin flushed red and the sweat that ran down his neck onto his exposed chest left you gasping for air. 

Jake leans in to nuzzle in the crook of your neck as he mercilessly plunges into you, wet kisses line your skin. Your head lolls back and when you feel his cock twitch inside of your throbbing core you spread your thighs further for him. 

“Fuck” his voice seeps into your skin and leaves you trembling in his hold until you feel him go slack. 

He moves inside of you and with one last thrust, you feel the knot in your belly unwind. 

You sit, shaking in his hold, coming down from the high. 

Your hands come to sit on his shoulders and you push him to stand in between your legs. Jake throws his head back in response and the groan that falls out of his lips makes you want to part your thighs further but you hold back. 

“Hey” you hold his face in your hands, “Happy birthday Jake” you whisper and lean in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. When you pull away lightly he leans in further to catch your lips again so chuckle against his mouth and give in.

[choiyawnzjun]

pairing ; boyfriendsyoungerbrother!jake x afab!reader

sypnosis ; your boyfriend had a younger brother. yeah, you knew that, he was only 2 years younger than you. you see him whenever you and your boyfriend decide to hang out at his house. his name is jake. you were sort of ‘interested’ in him when you found out you both actually had a lot in common than you and his brother but you shook it off since you have a boyfriend. so then, what do you do when he suggests something a little dirty in a silly, little bet?

warnings ; none this is the intro.

genre ; 18+

wc ; 1153

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INTRO

your boyfriend had talked about his younger brother a few times, sometimes about how distant they were since it was only a one year age gap or how annoying he was the other day. your boyfriend always vented to you about him so you’d thought that he would be a really aggravating and disgusting person when you met him but in reality… he wasn’t. he was actually the opposite. a pure gentleman.

you first saw him when you arrived at your boyfriends house since you guys planned for a sleepover at his place. you knocked on the front door and a boy with messy blonde hair that was dyed opened the door. his eyes immediately formed into crescents when he smiled at you.

you smiled back awkwardly, not knowing who this was.

“you’re ___’s girlfriend, i’m assuming?” he smiled, bringing his hand in front of yours to shake then gesturing you to come in.

“um, yeah..” you replied, laughing nervously as you came in. you don’t know what had gotten into you but his brother was very attractive and his presence was very alluring. you shook that thought off quickly since you couldn’t be thinking like that. he offered to get you some water which you accepted and told you to get comfortable on the sofa.

that was your first ever encounter with him before your boyfriend came downstairs to steal you away from him.

your second encounter was when you came over again for a sleepover but your boyfriend had gone out to buy some errands. to get rid of the awkwardness in the air, he suggested to play some of his nintendo games with you and you felt more relaxed being around him after seeing what he’s like. you spent a lot of time around him now whenever you arrived at your boyfriends house and he wasn’t there or when he invited you to play some games with him.

a couple of months had passed and your friendship with jake had grown since. your boyfriend didn’t mind that much since he’d seen how your friendship is with his brother multiple times and so paid little attention to it afterwards.

your younger sister forced you to come along to her boyfriend’s football game and jake was there. he was on the opposing team to your sister’s boyfriend. you guys had exchanged numbers after your second encounter since you both found out you had more in common than your own boyfriend and you.

“hey, ___! what are you doing here?” jake ran up to you when you were about to follow your sister to find some seats. he looked very charming, too charming that you were probably a bit pink, in his football uniform. you immediately shook that thought off, remembering he’s your boyfriends younger brother.

“my sister forced me to come here since her boyfriend is playing today.” you smiled, looking back to eye your sister quickly when you said that.

“aw, not for me?” he teased cheekily, gently budging your arm a bit as he said that with a teasing grin.

“your team might lose, jakey, her boyfriends team are really good and i mean it when i say really good.” you laughed, you never really paid much attention to the frequent teasing you guys did to each other, you thought it was just purely innocent.

“yeah? you wanna bet, noona?” he suggested, his eyes quickly flickered up and down as you folded your arms together, making your boobs push up which he loved. you didn’t notice.

“if you lose.. you have to.. prank call your brother about something. i’m still tryna think.” you said, you had the whole game to think about it so you weren’t that pressured plus it was only a little bet.

“fine, but if i win..” he trailed off, biting his bottom lip before looking you deeply in the eyes, making you slightly nervous.

“i get to fuck your tits, hm?” he smirked, looking too cocky now as if he knows he’s gonna win right away. you felt your face heating up as he said that. you didn’t hate the idea but.. what just happened to innocent jakey?

you hesitated before..

“a bit bold of you but sure. your team is gonna lose anyway.” you laughed again, maybe he was joking… but then again.. did you want that to be a joke?

the game was over and yeah. jake’s team won and your sister immediately ran to her boyfriend after the team had gotten dressed and whatnot, leaving you alone in the parking lot. your sister told you that she would be going to her boyfriends house since he was a bit sulky about losing a game.

your heart was pounding so loudly that you could hear it beating through your ears. you were so nervous about your bet with jake because you didn’t know if he was being serious or not. most importantly, what about his brother?

your boyfriend was a good guy with a good personality, he’s done nothing wrong to you but… he was a bit boring. maybe too boring. you guys also had nothing in common and…

your trail of thought had ended when you heard a very familiar voice behind you.

“aw, noona, you lost.” he chuckled from behind you, you turned around to be greeted with a jake who had a bag slung over one of his shoulders and his car keys in his right hand.

but, hey, this was probably only a one time thing and it’s not like he was actually gonna be fucking you. maybe he just hasn’t had sex in a while and needed a release. yeah… maybe it was that. or maybe you just wanted an excuse. but, you’d been thinking about what this moment would be like the whole game that it had turned you on and your panties were possibly soaked by now so…

“give me a ride to my house please, jakey.” you casually beamed, trying to not make it obvious that you had pulled your top down a little and this time you did notice his eyes move down and up again.

“fuck..” he muttered under his breath, immediately hurrying towards his car and unlocking it while you followed.

he drove to your house and since your parents were at work and your sister had gone over to comfort her sore loser of a boyfriend, the house was empty.

you quickly unlocked the front door and jake dropped all his belongings on the side and pinned you against the wall, not wanting to wait any longer. his lips roughly slamming against yours, desperate yet passionate. his tongue tangling with yours. he pulled away, trying to catch his breath, making eye contact with you while you did the same.

“you really wanna do this?” he breathlessly asked, his eyes digging into yours as he waited for an answer.

“mhm.” you nodded confidently.