11keu

[11keu]

HYPER-SEXUAL (s,jy)

If there’s anything in life that Jake wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need. or the one where jake is inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.

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WORDCOUNT― 13.8k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader

CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her

NOTE― not proof read in the way it needed to be.  disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog [@ncteez] for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― jake isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jake’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-” 

Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny. 

Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three. 

Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point. 

It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself. 

The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again. 

It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting. 

For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway. 

Almost given up.

A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Jake is proud to admit.

“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Jay had said to him. “It’s only June!”

Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Jay had advertised. “Even got Jungwon laid.” 

Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too. 

Maybe this one really is better.

And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though? 

We’ll see.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ah. Okay. Nice.

Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh. 

The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck. 

Safe to say, Jake’s profile went a little something like this: 

you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.

LOOKING FOR: Female PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more] PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]

NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn

Embarrassing? Yeah, probably. 

Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him. 

He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point. 

Apparently girls like desperate guys. 

Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually. 

“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?” 

“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?” 

“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”

Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.

Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.

Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did. 

And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real. 

“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”

One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–

Oh.

Fuck yeah.

He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?” 

Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.

He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God. 

You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.

And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?

You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.  

Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances. 

Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?

Please.

Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs. 

And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you. 

Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems. 

Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back. 

Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?

Dick pic #1. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol

Dick pic #2 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Wake uppppppppppp! 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Please? :(

Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Do you already have me silenced?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….

JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”

Oh, he has an accent. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff? 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw? 

Etcetera. 

And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed. 

You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond. 

YOURUSERNAME: that was cute. 

It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone. 

YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby. 

JAKE_02: oh god please don’t say that

JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again

YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then? 

Yes, you’re teasing him. 

JAKE_02: if you’d let me

YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?

JAKE_02: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again

You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you. 

YOURUSERNAME: show me?

And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?

YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?

Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.  

JAKE_02: i’ll come over right now. 

JAKE_02: let me come over and show you

YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me

And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.

Public meeting first. 

Always.

JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense. 

JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then

You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits. 

Meaning, he has to settle with them too. 

And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…

This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden. 

He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it. 

JAKE_02: thats so hot…but….

JAKE_02: pussy….

JAKE_02: please show me your pussy

Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice. 

And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open. 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again. 

JAKE_02: tht was hot lol….um

JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want

You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately. 

And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.

YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot? 

JAKE_02: ….would u want me to? 

YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good

JAKE_02: hahah damn

JAKE_02: so you’ll come see me?

YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you

JAKE_02: ok cool :)

And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good

Sounds promising. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.

Fucking handsome and charmingly cute. 

Perhaps even, hot. 

You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.

 Oh wow. 

On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying. 

 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock. 

Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.

Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough. 

You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used. 

No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy. 

It’s hot. 

And when you approach, Jake nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first. 

“Hi, did you find everything you–” Jake stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.”  He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.

You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot. 

No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” 

It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda. 

You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal. 

No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.

“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.” 

You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there. 

“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”

Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.

“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.” 

Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place. 

“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Jake?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.” 

“Please–” Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this. 

“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”

His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.

“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.

Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse? 

Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then? 

Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you. 

You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.

Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now. 

And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.

“Here it is.” Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.” 

You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever. 

It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers. 

You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open. 

You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally. 

He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot. 

“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny. 

And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.  

“Jake,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”

You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove. 

Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things. 

And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan. 

You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place. 

“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”

He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more. 

Jake’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.

And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand. 

“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket. 

“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”

You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket. 

“I’ll text you my address.” 

And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end. 

Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently. 

It’s not doing anything to hold him over though. 

He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.

Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again. 

“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles. 

Jake wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy. 

“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater. 

Jake doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right. 

“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!” 

Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too. 

And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough. 

“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!” 

“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.

He needs to leave. Right now.

“S’all good,” Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!” 

And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum. 

He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful. 

Careful isn’t something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work. 

He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle. 

“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck. 

He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore. 

You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems.  He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.

“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.” 

You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect. 

“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”

Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind. 

“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”

You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back. 

“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”

“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”

“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”

Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either. 

It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours. 

“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone. 

“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it. 

The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.

“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”

“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”

You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”

If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.

Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….

“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads. 

The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair. 

Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up. 

It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.

“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath. 

He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud. 

“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”

As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you. 

You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue. 

“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really? 

Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?

 “God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you. 

He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself. 

Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue. 

Oh fuck.

“Ahh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything. 

You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him. 

“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?” 

He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face. 

There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.

Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.

“Jake–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose. 

He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn. 

And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you. 

Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now. 

You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock. 

“Hah–” Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”

You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose. 

He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way. 

“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”

Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer. 

Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match. 

You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling. 

He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow. 

Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too. 

You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.

“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”

Right. Bedrooms exist.

Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him. 

You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time. 

You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.

He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.

He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward. 

Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp. 

“Could eat you out again.” Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead. 

Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Jake could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please. 

“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated. 

He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you. 

“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?” 

Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”

Oh, damn. 

The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake. 

Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night. 

Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…

“Yeah?” Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are. 

“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”

God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock. 

“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–” 

He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.

“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”

Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body. 

“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”

With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches. 

Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore. 

You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely. 

That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.

And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…

Oh no.

“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.

And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.

Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries. 

“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely. 

He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay. 

He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more. 

“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”

That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you. 

“Don’t say that, oh god–” Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”

Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.

Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.

And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.

“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms. 

And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes. 

“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would. 

His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…

His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips. 

“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways. 

Good. 

“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,”  He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”

You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips. 

“Well, Jake–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”

Jake rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.

“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”

You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this. 

“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.

It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.

Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t. 

Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.

He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold. 

You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.

“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time. 

The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.

For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.

He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”

Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation. 

Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently. 

“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”

You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw. 

“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”

A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw. 

“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”

You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope. 

“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”

Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t. 

“You can have it any time you want.” Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.” 

You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.

“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”

You shake your head. 

“Not usually, you just turn me on.” 

Jake feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl. 

Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of. 

“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again. 

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.

“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”

Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this. 

“Yes, Jake,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”

His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use. 

“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”

You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot. 

“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”

Oh.

“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”

So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic. 

“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”

This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control. 

“You want me to sit on it, Jake?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction. 

The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth. 

Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it. 

He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are. 

And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch. 

“That’s it.” Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.

And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it. 

“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving. 

Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation. 

It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation. 

You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed. 

“Oh, oh shit, Jake–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no. 

“What– What’s wrong?!” Jake’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest. 

Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?” 

And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.

“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe. 

Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before. 

Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–

“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours. 

Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”

At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.

But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural. 

And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression. 

“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.” 

And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The rest didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.

To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves. 

And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely. 

Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key. 

Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties. 

[11keu]

SHOULD’VE | S.JY

SYNOPSIS. From high school into college, you had your heart set on Jake. Frustratingly hot, popular with the ladies, potentially the love of your life… And not willing to sleep with you. At least, it seemed that way. In actuality, he was desperate for you.

PAIRING. Sim Jaeyun x Fem! Reader (Park Sunghoon x Fem! Reader)

GENRE. Smut. Mostly p with a little bit of plot, kinda abrupt ending. Weird dynamic of mutual hating and mutual pining. Sunghoon is not a full feature. Reader is a little bit (healthily) obsessed with Jake. Jake feigning nonchalance. University au. Miscommunication trope.

WARNING. Smut under cut, minors do not interact.

CONTENT. Alcohol, talk of virginity and loss of virginity, profanity, dry humping, fingering, spitting / saliva, reader calls Jake a slut, big dick Jake, oral (m and f rec.), cum eating, vocal Jake, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praising, choking, corruption but not really, kinda jealous sex, creampie, hint of aftercare.

First Year

Your heart was beating so fast, you were sure Jake could hear it. Feel it, even. Against his chest, as he pressed you down into the shitty mattress already used by your university's past first-years. You could taste the whisky on his tongue, the lime on his lips from tequila shots. And yet, he tasted incredible. Sweet, and clean. Just as you had imagined.

Your hand was cupping the back of his neck, your fingertips scratching delightfully against his freshly shaven fade. It made shivers run down his spine.

One of his large hands gripped the back of your thigh, his short nails pressing into your skin. He pulled you closer, bringing your hips and chest flush against his own. He groaned softly against your mouth as his other hand slid up the slope of your back, pressing you more firmly against him. His lips moved against yours hungrily, his tongue brushing against your own and tasting every part of your mouth. His teeth lightly nipped at your lower lip, earning a gasp from you.

‘Tight little thing, aren’t you?’ He whispered against your mouth, his tone low. He pulled your hips up against his own, letting you feel just how hard he’d gotten for you. He leaned back far enough to look down at you, his eyes taking in the way you looked beneath him. Your hair a messy halo against his pillows, lips kiss-swollen and parted, chest heaving.

Tight? He could feel how nervous you were under his touch?

‘Why’d you stop?’ Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him. He smirked back down at you, appreciating your desperation to have his lips on yours.

‘’Cause,’ he started, his hand sliding further up your thigh before coming down to grip the underside of your knee. ‘You’re acting like a little virgin.’ His voice was low and teasing, a hint of a laugh on his lips, only helping to turn you on further.

You felt like an idiot. A transparent idiot.

You avoided his gaze, glancing around his room. It was still pretty bare, like he'd given up on decorating, or hadn't yet finished. Very likely. After all, classes hadn’t even began yet. You looked back up into his eyes, feeling a lot smaller than you would have liked under his dark gaze.

Jake studied your face silently, watching every little change in your expression. He could feel the nerves and anxiety coming off of you in waves, and seeing you look away only confirmed his suspicion of just how inexperienced you were.

"You've never done this before," he stated matter-of-factly. It wasn't a question, more of an observation said with absolute certainty.

Confusion washed over you as he dropped his hold on your thigh and placed his hand beside your head instead. His other hand grabbed your arm, unwrapping it from around his neck and watching it fall back against his bed. Your eyes narrowed further as he sat back on his knees, running a hand through his hair and wetting his lips.

‘What are you doing?’ You raised a brow, sitting up on your hands.

"You're a virgin," he said bluntly. "I don't fuck virgins."

‘What?’ You spat. ‘What do you mean you don’t fuck virgins? I never said I was a virgin.’

He hummed, his smirk widening. ‘Yeah, but I can tell you are one,’ He let his eyes glance over you once again, unabashedly, his gaze taking in the sight of you with your hair all tousled and your top hanging off of one shoulder. ‘I don’t do virgins. Too many expectations, too much commitment.’

You rolled your eyes and got up off his bed, picking your reddish-brown leather jacket up from the floor. You slid it on, untucking your hair and then putting on your boots, zipping them up quickly. The ones that Jake had slowly unzipped as you’d kissed him, before tossing them onto the floor. With your bag on your shoulder, you left his bedroom with a slam of his door.

He sat there in stunned silence, the door slamming making him cringe. It was at least three in the morning. He was sure his housemates would hate him for that one.

He didn't expect you to react the way you did. He figured at most, you’d be shocked and a little embarrassed, maybe annoyed. But that you’d still ask — beg, even — to be an exception to his stupid rule. A rule he’d made up on the spot just to make sure you were still comfortable with him taking your virginity. He hadn't thought you’d just leave like that.

You’d known Jake since high school. You were well aware of his reputation, that he’d raked in quite a high body count. But none of that mattered to you, because as your naive teenage self believed, he was going to fall in love with you one day. He wouldn’t care that he would be your first, because you intended for him to be your last. Safe to say, you were a little delusional and maybe a little too obsessed with Jake Sim.

It was a cold September night as you walked back to your own accommodation, hugging yourself for warmth. The walk of shame, for sure. An embarrassing story that was going to stick with you for the rest of your life.

Second Year

Luckily for you, not everybody was as stupid as Jake.

No, Park Sunghoon would never turn you down. Within weeks of your sad excuse of a hook-up with Jake, you lost your virginity to one of his friends. Albeit, they weren’t that close anymore.

He was a sweet guy on the university’s ice hockey team, and you’d fallen for his pretty smile and shy personality at another fresher’s party. A selfie of yourself wearing his ‘23’ jersey sat deep in your camera roll, taken as he was grabbing you a glass of water from his communal kitchen. Although you never really talked to him again, you weren’t regretful. He was just your key to the flood gates. And soon, the stereotypical college experience of drunken hook-ups and short-term relationships became your reality.

As for Jake, you positively hated his guts.

Somehow, you ended up taking one of the same classes in both semesters last year. He was so nonchalant about the fact that you’d almost slept together that it majorly pissed you off. And you were always arguing with him in class, two pairs of eyes narrowed as you debated over whatever the professor had just been talking about.

Maybe it was more on your side than his, but he still bit every time and retaliated. Really, he couldn’t fully understand your temper towards him. So what that he didn’t sleep with you? He was trying to be respectful, as terribly as that came across. But for you, the guy whose name you used to scribble into your notebooks had turned you down rather harshly. It should’ve been him. You wanted it to be him, and you hated that it hadn’t been. Not because you regretted sleeping with Sunghoon, but because things not turning out your way just never sat right with you. The anger you felt towards your delusional timeline being messed up manifested itself as snapping at a clueless classmate who could barely recall that drunken night.

Well, maybe that was just what he told himself to help him sleep better at night. Because here he was, cupping your jaw and kissing you sensually atop a stranger’s mattress.

‘I hate you,’ you hissed against his lips, and he just moaned into your mouth, pressing his hardened cock against your thigh.

‘Feeling’s mutual,’ he murmured, sliding his knee between your thighs. He smirked as your hips jerked against his knee, seeking out some sort of friction.

You gripped at his t-shirt, holding him impossibly closer as he began to rock his knee against your bare core. Panties would be a stretch, considering your thong was too tiny to be covering up anything. Your hips rolled in time with the movement of his knee, breathless moans tumbling from your lips, each one swallowed by his perfect kisses. God, he was just pissing you off even more.

His hands moved to grip your thighs, parting them so that he could slot himself between them. You moaned as you felt his hard-on through his jeans, your clit bumping against his bulge every time either of you rocked your hips. Soft groans formed in the back of his throat, gently slipping into your mouth as you sucked on his tongue.

He wanted to hate you, he really did. But right now he was finding it difficult, with your body quivering underneath him, your thighs clenching around his hips every time he rutted against you. He wanted to hate you for ruining his classes with your incessant arguing last year. He wanted to hate you for making his heart ache in an odd sort of way, but he couldn’t. Not in the midst of your sweet, addictive taste and the feel of your hips grinding against his.

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip before he pulled away breathlessly. His hand on your thigh moved to grip at your tiny skirt, bunching the fabric up around your waist just so he could get a look at you. An audible groan followed as he looked at you. The way your thong was soaked through and barely covering you, the way your hole clenched around nothing just because he was looking at you.

‘Fuck, I wanna fuck you so bad,’ he gasped out, almost desperately. He gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach. You gasped as his nails dug into your hips, pulling your ass flush against him. He rubbed his clothed erection against your ass, smirking as you pressed back against him. ‘Yeah? You want me to?’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ you groaned.

‘No need to snap at me,’ he chuckled darkly, sliding a finger along your soaked thong. ‘So fucking wet. Thought you hated me, hm?’

You nodded weakly against the pillows.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and let them snap against your skin. And then he yanked them down your thighs, forcing you further forward on the bed. He tested the waters by pushing his middle finger into your dripping hole, pleased that you sucked him right in. You moaned, clenching around his finger.

His finger moved slowly at first, bottom lip between his teeth as he watched your slick coat his finger. And then he began to pump it in and out of you, adding a second when he was sure you could take it. He took pride in the way you shuddered and clawed at the bedsheet, moans and whimpers muffled against this stranger’s pillows. Whose apartment even was this? He had no idea, he just hoped that he’d remembered to lock the door before he had you pressed up against it.

‘No oh-so-witty comebacks now, hm?’ He smirked, watching your hips rock back in time with the way he was thrusting his fingers into you. ‘Only way to shut you up is to make you moan, huh?’

You grabbed a pillow from beside your head and tossed it behind you, attempting to take him out. Of course, it completely missed. ‘I still hate you,’ you breathed out shakily.

‘Stop fucking yourself on my fingers then,’ he chuckled. ‘Go on, tell me you hate me again.’

He dipped his head down, letting saliva drip from his tongue and onto his fingers so that he could add a third. You cried out softly, clenching around his fingers once more.

‘I hate you,’ you whined. He groaned at the sound of you, his free hand cupping his rock hard cock through his jeans.

‘Shit, baby, cry like that again for me,’ he teased, squeezing himself harder.

He stopped touching himself in favour of wanting to make you cum. He spread your legs wider, making you fall flat against the bed. But he was quick to pull you back up and pull his fingers out of you, using your slick and his saliva to rub at your clit. You jerked forward, the sound leaving your lips so pornographic that Jake swore he could cum hands-free in his pants if you made that sound for him again. He rubbed your clit until your thighs tensed and shook, and then his fingers were back, buried deep in your hole and curling against your sweet spot.

‘Oh fuck, oh shit—’ You moaned out against the pillows, his other hand gently rubbing your clit to help you through your orgasm. Your hand came behind you and yanked his wrist away when it became too much, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you slumped fully forward against the bed. ‘Asshole.’

‘Can make a girl cum so good, and she’ll still call you an asshole,’ he spoke, gripping your thigh to pull you back against his hips. ‘Maybe she’ll forgive me if I fuck her like she wanted me to last year.’

‘Stop fucking talking like that,’ you moved your hips away from him. ‘And no, you’re not fucking me here.’

‘Why not?’ He reached out for you, but you were already dodging him in an attempt to find your underwear. ‘No way you’re going to leave after I just made you cum all over my fingers.’

‘Yeah, well, thanks for the orgasm,’ your feet planted against the floor, and your shaky legs carried you over to the door. ‘Good luck fucking your fist.’

Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. He collapsed onto his back with a frustrated groan, light seeping into the room through where you’d left the door slightly ajar.

You swatted Jake’s hand away as he reached for the mouse. His own mouse, in all fairness. It was his computer, in his dorm. But this was your project.

‘Seriously, Y/N?’ He glared at you. ‘Didn’t realise you were so anal about all of this.’

‘Oh, funny word from the funny man,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘Seriously, do you think this is all some big joke?’

‘What, university?’ He snorted.

‘Hah, university,’ you mocked. ‘I mean, the fact that you keep taking the same class as me.’

‘Complete coincidence,’ he shot back. ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’

‘Just let me do it, and I’ll stick your name on it at the end,’ you huffed as you swatted at his hand again.

‘Relax, I was just going to correct your spelling,’ he gently nudged you away. ‘Idiot. How’d you even spell ‘because’ wrong?’

‘Your keyboard is slippery,’ you glared, burning a hole into his side profile. His perfect side profile.

He laughed at that, almost as if he knew something you didn’t, and took his chance to take over the keyboard and mouse. You shoved him away, almost making him fall off the chair he’d borrowed from his communal kitchen.

‘I’m still mad at you, by the way,’ he spoke, watching as you typed away.

‘Mad at me?’ You repeated back to him. ‘Why’s that?’

‘Come on, don’t be dense,’ he was smiling as he looked at you. Your grip on his mouse tightened. ‘Leaving me all high and dry at that party.’

‘You do have a hand,’ you shrugged.

‘Yeah, but you have a perfect pussy,’ he smirked. You almost choked as you inhaled, coughing lightly.

‘Jake,’ you warned. ‘Focus.’

‘On what? You’re not letting me do anything!’ He threw his hands up in the air to get his point across, leaning back in his seat. His thighs were spread, and you had to avert your gaze to stop yourself from salivating. ‘Wanna take a break?’

‘No,’ you spoke firmly. ‘Go sit on your bed or something, you’re bothering me.’ Your hand shooed him away, and he forced a mocking pout up at you.

‘I was gonna order takeout or something later, you wanna get it now?’

‘No,’

‘Come on, Y/N. Play with me, I’m bored.’

‘Play with yourself,’

‘Oh, you wanna watch?’

‘Sim fucking Jaeyun!’

‘Hey, you owe me,’ he grabbed your face in one hand, turning you to face him. He squished your cheeks further together, finding you adorable. ‘Suck me off or something in return for me making you cum.’

You grimaced, pulling your face away from him. ‘Gross, Jake,’ you huffed.

‘Mm, okay, so you’ll be fine if I play with myself instead,’ he smirked. You immediately shot him a glare. ‘Oh, come on. This is my bedroom.’

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see that. Badly. ‘Okay, I’ll leave,’ you stood, pushing his desk chair back as you did so. He grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you could move.

‘Stay, I’m just messing with you,’ he rolled his eyes.

‘I’m tired, and my brain hurts from doing all of the work,’ you huffed.

‘Then, let’s take a break,’ he pressed. ‘No funny business, I swear.’

How did Jake convince you to get up on his bed and lie down beside him? Your totally normal need to be close to him at this very moment, of course. Even if he did constantly piss you off.

‘Scoot over,’ you sighed, eyes drifting away from his laptop screen to see him already looking at you. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?��

‘You’re pretty,’ he shrugged, his hand moving to land atop your thigh. He gently rubbed at your bare skin with a smirk on his lips. ‘Have I ever told you that?’

‘No, and I don’t wanna hear that bullshit again,’ you swatted his hand away.

‘Come on,’ he grabbed your thigh again, pulling you closer. ‘Stop pretending you’re not into me.’

‘You’re insufferable,’ your brows furrowed together in disdain.

‘Mm, yeah, but you like it,’ he smirked, his head propped up by his elbow. ‘Come on, kiss me. I know you want to. You’re a good kisser, I won’t mind.’

Your eyes rolled almost automatically. But still, your hand cupped the back of his neck before you pulled him down into a kiss. And he groaned into your mouth. God, did he turn you on.

He wasn’t letting you get away this time. He looped his arm around your thigh and pulled you flush against him. Was he ever not hard? The thought crossed your mind as he licked into your mouth, making you moan at the taste of the gum he’d been chewing earlier that night. The answer was simple. No, not when you were around.

You gripped the hem of his t-shirt, yanking it upwards to get a feel of his bare torso. He smiled against your lips, his own hand coming up to help you peel it off him. The kiss broke for mere seconds before his lips were back on you, not even giving you the satisfaction of seeing his bare chest and abdomen in all their glory.

Thanks to him, your leg was hooked over his hip in the perfect position for you to straddle him. So you did, knocking the wind out of his lungs as his back met the mattress. Much more comfortable than last year’s, you noted. He groaned as you placed hurried kisses along his jawline, neck and down to his bare torso, his hands slipping from your body as you made your way down to the buckle of his belt.

‘You want me bad, huh?’ He teased.

It took everything in you not to scream.

‘You want your dick sucked or not?’ You glared down at him. ‘Because I could just go home.’

‘You’re so cute when you’re mad,’ he leaned up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘But yeah, I want it. Badly.’

‘Slut,’ you joked.

You moved quickly to unbuckle his belt. He groaned every time your hand brushed against his clothed erection, as if he was some touch-deprived singleton incapable of finding some regular pussy. Which was untrue, as far as you knew. You unclasped the button on his jeans and unzipped them, eyes landing on his bulge beneath his boxers.

‘Don’t tell me you’re backing out now,’ he groaned with frustration at your pause, hands coming up to rub down his face.

‘Shut up, will you?’ You gritted out, tugging down the waistband of his boxers. His hips shifted in an attempt to help you, and then his cock came springing up, rock hard against his abdomen. Tip perfectly red and aching, leaking precum onto his skin. ‘Oh.’

‘Oh?’ He mocked. ‘First time you see my dick and you say ‘oh’?’

‘You make it so fucking easy to hate you,’ you breathed out.

‘Fine, whatever, I’ll shut up,’ he relaxed back against his bed. ‘Leave you to do your thing.’

You thought back to the party. How good it had felt when he touched you, how quickly he’d made you cum. Unsurprisingly, that fact got under your skin. It was almost like a challenge now. You wanted to do even better than he had.

Your hand wrapped around his length without hesitation, his body tensing at the contact. His tip was dripping precum, and you just had to taste it. Your lips met his leaking tip in a kiss, and then wrapped around it, your tongue chasing every drop of his precum.

‘Mm, fuck,’ he moaned.

Your mouth pulled away and you spat into your hand before jerking him off with a tight grip. Did he just whine? His head tilted back against the pillows, and you felt arousal pool in your panties. Cocky, confident Jake taken down by the mere touch of a woman. Well, not just any woman — You.

When you knew he was looking, you spat onto his tip, using more of your saliva to lube him up. He felt dizzy with delight. And then your lips returned to him, sucking him into your mouth.

‘Shit,’ his fingers wove their way into your hair. ‘Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.’

Whether that was true or not, you didn’t care.

You took him all the way, gagging before he could even hit the back of your throat. He was big, but you weren’t going to make a deal out of it. His ego was in no need of inflation, and you didn’t want to be teased for not being able to take it. So you pushed further, nose pressing against his pelvis before you pulled off of him, breathless and eyes watery.

‘You good?’ Your eyes shot up to meet his gaze, a look of genuine concern on his face.

‘What, like I’m weak or something?’ You scoffed.

He quickly shut up when you went back to sucking him off. Cheeks hollowed, tongue against the underside of his shaft. Your hand wrapped around the rest of him, moving in tandem with your mouth as you really got into it.

Jake was a writhing, moaning mess under your touch. His hand was still in your hair, but he didn’t make a move to push your head. He was on thin ice around you, all of the time. Pushing your head would just be pushing his luck.

The way he moaned and cursed was doing a real good job of getting you wet. You wondered if it was for show, if he moaned like that because he knew women were into it. Curse him for apparently being some sort of sex god. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that sucking him off was getting you wet.

You’d given hook-ups and exes head for them. It was a way to make them feel good. Not once did you ever imagine soaking through your panties at the way you were making a man feel with your mouth. But here you were, shifting uncomfortably as you bobbed your head up and down on Jake Sim’s perfect cock.

His fingers tightened in your hair as you doubled your efforts. Your pace picked up, the sound filthy and lewd as you sucked him. The sound so wet that it made him moan even louder. You hummed and moaned around him, gripping him tight with the hand that was jerking off his base.

‘Holy fucking shit, Y/N,’ he whimpered, bucking up into your mouth. ‘You’re so good at sucking me.’

He twitched in your mouth as you moved to suck at his tip, your tongue gently swiping over his slit. A weak groan left his lips and he pushed you back down on him, his hot cum immediately shooting down the back of your throat. You tried not to gag. His moans were whiny and breathy as you swallowed around him, letting him hold you there until he went limp. So this is what he sounds like when he cums.

You pulled your mouth off him and caught your breath. Well, only for a moment before he was grabbing your face and bruising your lips in a kiss. The force of it pulled your body forward, making you stumble on your hands and knees up towards him. A sound of surprise left your lips as your hips landed flush against his own, his softening cock rubbing against your now-damp mini shorts.

Like a man possessed, he lifted your shirt up over your tits and hooked his fingers in the cups of your bra, tugging it down. You gasped into the kiss and his fingers moved to pinch your nipples. Your hips jerked forward and he whimpered, sensitive from the orgasm that was still thrumming through him in all honesty.

Both breasts exposed, he broke the kiss roughly to attach his lips to your nipple. Your back arched and you almost fell on top of him, needy moans falling from your lips.

‘Jake, what are you—?’ You gasped, hips jerking forward again.

He pulled away with a pop. ‘M’sorry,’ he breathed out. ‘Been thinking about your tits all week.’

Third Year

In your ideal world, it wouldn’t happen this way. But in the real world, it was going to.

‘Oh, fuck, don’t stop,’ you whimpered, two of Jake’s fingers pumping in and out of you as he licked at your clit. Side to side, every swipe pushing you closer and closer to the edge. ‘Jake, m’so—’

His fingers curled against your sweet spot and you moaned mindlessly, thighs tightening around his head. He didn’t let up, needing to make you cum at least once before he would let himself have you.

You never imagined your first time with Jake being at a time when you were both intoxicated, but then again, this was the third time you’d been drunk and involved in the motions of foreplay with him. Considering that was three out of four times… It was almost written in the stars that you’d be drunk when you and Jake finally hooked up.

After the incident in his bedroom last year, with the forced proximity of working on an assignment together, things just… Died off again. A phone call from a friend cut your time short and you left despite his weak protests. The assignment was completed via back-and-forth emails and when the semester was up, you had no more classes with Jake. You were disappointed, kind of hoping he’d switch a class out in search for one with you, but he didn’t. So things ended there.

And even though you were sure you had to have him, as the time went by, you realised he was literally just a guy. Even your high school self couldn’t bring you back into that obsessive need you had been feeling before he turned you down in your first year of university. You did want to sleep with him, but you weren’t the type to chase and beg. If the universe was against it, then so were you.

Right until he bumped right into you at the bar, knocking your drink over before you could even reach for it. He bought you another one, and then continued to eye-fuck you from across the room after you parted ways.

You were still you. A girl he knew in high school that seemed way too far out of his league. The girl he didn’t want to take the virginity of without her being completely sure. (Look how well that turned out.) The girl that made his heart incredibly weak, and his dick incredibly hard, but one of those facts would be taken with him to the grave. Jake decided on the spot, under flashing lights and booming music as he was nursing a whisky cola, that there would be no more waiting. No more bullshit, no more chances for you to physically shove him away. You were coming home with him.

‘Hey,’ he’d practically yelled over the music as he’d stopped in front of you. When your face fell into a disappointed frown, he’d felt a little bit nauseous with worry that you’d say no. He’d leaned in closer, talking directly into your ear. ‘Wanna come back to my place?’

The question was straight-forward and you were a simple girl. Yes, of course. When you’d taken his hand and followed him out of the club, you’d had the expectation that this would be it. One and done, once and for all. But your high school self bolted to the forefront of your mind and began to warm you up in a sing-song voice, about how this was it. The beginning of your love story.

‘So, what’ll it be?’ You spoke, as Jake hovered just inches above you now. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked down at you. His lips glistened with a mixture of his saliva and your juices.

‘What?’ He breathed out, diving in to press kisses along your chest. His hands cupped your tits through your dress, thumbs swiping over your clothed nipples and making your hips jerk up into his own.

‘What position do you want to feel me in for the first time?’ You rolled your eyes, as if it had been the most obvious question in the world.

‘Can’t we do all of them?’ He whined into your neck, his clothed dick humping against your inner thigh.

‘Did you even listen to me?’ If he wasn’t so cute, you would have already been out the door at his stupidity. ‘I said first.’

‘Oh, um,’ he pulled back to look down at you. ‘Would you get on top?’ For him? Anything.

Jake laid back and shuffled himself out of his jeans and boxers, then helping you out of your dress as your hips hovered just above his. Your hips landed flush with his own and you began to roll them, your slick coating his cock as you rocked back and forth. He couldn’t help but moan, having a death grip on your hips as he pulled you along.

But then he gently coaxed you back and spat into the palm of his hand, before jerking himself off for a few seconds. Your gaze was dark and hungry as you watched him, your hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. He asked you to lift your hips and then rubbed his head back and forth between your slit, the two of you gasping in unison as he did so. You looked down at him, and he was already looking back up at you. Silently asking for confirmation. A short nod was all it took.

‘Oh shit,’ he groaned, after pushing his tip into you. A shaky breath left your lips. He used a soft thrusting motion to push all the way into you, hand on your hip to keep you upright, or maybe grounded.

‘Mmph— Fuck—’ You slumped forward against his chest when he bottomed out, breathing heavily into the crook of his neck.

Maybe it had been a while since you last had sex, maybe Jake was just big and you had to come to terms with that. Either way, he was groaning in your ear every time you squeezed him, and it was impossible not to when he left you feeling so full.

‘You okay?’ His voice was strained with the effort of holding back.

‘Just give me a second,’ you nodded.

‘Alright,’ he gently squeezed your hip.

A year or two ago, Jake may have laughed in your face and felt his ego inflate in this very moment. But he wanted you. No, he needed you at this point. He wasn’t going to fuck it up by acting like an asshole just using you for the sex. Well, he sure was happy to be getting laid, but this was you. Infuriating, frustrating you. The girl who slammed his door on the way out without even questioning him when he rejected you. The girl who bit his head off for the first two semesters of his university career every time he was in the same classroom as you. Who snuck away with him at a party only to deny him and leave him embarrassingly hard in a stranger’s bedroom, who gave him the best head of his life and then hurried off to play saviour for a close friend. Who also got him a high grade in that assignment you did ‘together’. And who he hadn’t seen up close in almost a year, even though he’d desperately wanted to be around you.

But most importantly, the girl who he caught scribbling his name into the freshly opened the notebook one time. Who’d watched him play soccer without ever speaking to him, who’d blushed when he asked to sit next to you in math.

He’d seen you there at some party when university first started up, looking way more carefree and less tense than you did in high school. You were laughing with your friends and holding a red solo cup, and he smiled to himself when he recognised you. He didn’t even know you were going to attend the same university. You seemed to forget about how he approached you at the party, catching up with you briefly before telling you just how gorgeous you were. Like something out of a movie, the supposed love of your life leaned in to kiss you.

But what scared him was that he didn’t really know you. He knew you liked him, and he knew you were willing to sleep with him, but that was as far as his knowledge went. And taking advantage of your lingering high school crush felt wrong. He wanted to know you. Maybe he should have been nicer, told you he’d like your number before he told you he wouldn’t fuck you. Did first year Jake even have that in him?

But hey, good things come to those who wait.

You sat back, his glossy eyes following your movements. You attempted to move your hips, gripping at his shoulder at the sensitivity. With a huff, you buried your face in his bare chest in defeat.

‘Don’t think I can ride you,’ you mumbled.

‘Okay, uh… Missionary?’ His voice was slightly panicked. He did not want to let you go. Again.

‘Yeah,’ your voice was still muffled against his chest.

He prompted you to lift up and lie down, him hovering over you once more as he grabbed your thigh and tugged you closer. He rubbed your clit with his tip, smiling as he heard you moan weakly. You wanted to whack him and tell him to stop teasing, but you felt too relaxed from the alcohol and your own arousal to do so.

He pushed back into you slowly, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he praised as he hooked your thigh over his hip. ‘So tight, squeezing me so good.’

You clenched around him, and that he smirked at.

‘Oh, you like that?’ He teased, sliding his hips back. You moaned out as he thrusted back into you nice and slow. ‘Like hearing how good your pussy sucks me in?’

You threw your arm over your eyes and laughed softly. The sound of your laughter only served to bring a smile to his face.

‘Don’t get shy on me, baby,’ he pressed a kiss to your neck. ‘I’m literally inside of you.’

Your arms came up to loop around his neck and shoulders to hold him there. He began to move, slowly at first. But when you made no move to stop him, he began to pick up the pace.

He was loud, but not whiny like last time. He groaned in your ear, nails biting into the skin of your thigh. Before long, the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wetness pooling between your legs. Your moans grew in volume as he pounded into you, his breathless gasps and groans getting you impossibly wetter. You knew that cumming from penetration alone was rare, which is why you’d never been disappointed by the fact that you couldn’t. But with Jake, oh boy…

He pulled out and sat back on his knees, tugging you down the bed. He slid a pillow under your hips before he pushed back into you, gripping your thighs tightly.

‘Oh, god, Jake,’ your back arched, hand finding his shoulder to clutch onto. His thrusts hit your G-spot repeatedly, sometimes sliding to knock into your cervix right after. Your body was jolting and jerking, expression twisted with pleasure. ‘Think you’re gonna make me cum—’

‘Shit, really?’ He smirked. He was enjoying this far too much. The way your lips parted, the way you moaned for him, your face scrunching up in pleasure.

You groaned weakly, gently pushing your palm against his chest.

He brought one hand down to toy with your nipple, his other pressing on your lower abdomen. A soft whine left your lips and your hips bucked, the build-up becoming more and more intense. He wanted to kiss you as he made you cum, but it would fuck with the position and potentially ruin your orgasm.

Your thighs squeezed around his waist and you arched up, panting breathlessly. You fisted the bedsheet beneath you, legs trembling as you came. Your walls pulsed around him, squeezing him and making him groan. ‘Fuck, m’cumming—’

‘Fuck, baby, cum all over my cock,’ he gritted out, his thrusts softer as he simply watched you. His hand fell down to your clit, gently patting against it and making you cry out before you jerked away from his touch. ‘Shit, that was so hot.’

He pulled out of you again, making you whine. His gaze burned into the way the creamy fluid of your orgasm dripped out of you and all over his shaft. It was like his wettest dream became a reality.

‘You can keep going, right?’ He was already tossing the pillow aside.

‘Yeah— Jake!’ He flipped you flat onto your stomach, lying atop you. You didn’t get a second to process before he pushed into you from behind, forcing your mouth to drop open at the new angle. ‘Mmm, fuck.’

His hips repeatedly snapped against your ass, the sounds of skin on skin working to become louder as he grunted and groaned in your ear. ‘I would’ve done it, you know,’ he murmured, hand gripping your waist to push you further down into the bed.

‘Hm?’ You turned your head. He was quick to loop an arm around your neck, just barely choking you but forcing your head to remain straight.

His paced picked up, your moans turning into cries and near-screams as he repeatedly abused your hole. You were sure your ass would hurt in the morning from the way his hips were slamming against it.

‘Would’ve fucked that clueless look right off your face,’ he panted beside your ear. ‘But no, you just walked right out. Barely even questioned it.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Your eyes narrowed in confusion, but he tightened his arm around your neck in attempt to shut you up.

‘And Sunghoon, really?’ He groaned. ‘I bet he didn’t fuck you like this.’

Where was all of this coming from?

‘Jake—?’ You gasped as he released his hold on your neck. Instead, his fingers wrapped around it, squeezing harder. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.

‘Should’ve been me,’ his thrusts slowed. He fucked into you deeper, harder. Your body jerked forward every time he pressed into you. ‘Should’ve made this perfect pussy all mine from the start.’

He must’ve lost his mind. Oh well, you were enjoying him lay out his regrets for you.

His hand released your neck and he moved to hold himself up with one hand. The other gripped your waist again, pushing you down as he picked up his pace. When he started moaning breathlessly, you knew he was getting close. But you couldn’t do anything to help get him there, except lie there and take it. It being his jealous- or maybe anger-fuelled pounding that had you clawing at the bedsheets and crying out for— Mercy?

‘Fuck, I’m so close,’ he gritted out, nails digging into your waist. ‘Gonna let me pump you full of my cum?’

‘Y-Yes,’ you gasped, noting how his thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside of you.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ he moaned, forehead falling to your shoulder as he came deep inside of you. His thrusts continued, slow and soft as he groaned into your skin. You shuddered, his hot, sticky cum coating your walls. He pulled out then, watching until it began to drip out of you.

He could hardly help himself, stuffing two fingers back into you. You yelped, clenching around his fingers and attempting to scoot away from him. His coated fingers slid out of you and then tapped against your lips, silently ordering you to suck them clean.

‘How do we taste, baby?’ He teased as your lips wrapped around his fingers with a hum.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers away, gasping for air as you glared up at him. ‘I hate you,’

‘Seriously?’ He huffed, wiping his fingers on his sheets.

‘Yes, seriously,’ you groaned, shoving your face into the mattress.

‘Come on, I just fucked you so good,’ he tried to push you onto your back, but gently as to not provoke you.

‘Yeah, that’s the problem,’ you swatted his hand away.

‘The problem is that I fucked you so good that you hate me even more now?’ He raised a brow as you rolled onto your back.

‘Yes,’ you spat. ‘You’re telling me we could’ve been fucking like this for years now? And what was all that about you wishing it had been you? Ever heard of communication? You acted like it had never even happened in that first class we had together—’

‘C’mere,’ he chuckled softly, smothering you in a hug as he pulled you into his side.

Published by 11keu on Tumblr, 22nd January 2025.

first fic on here!! lmk if u liked it or if u hated it and i should just deactivate alr.. kidding but i appreciate feedback good or bad so idk just interact w me :)

also lmk if u want a part 2 bc i like their dynamic so i’d be willing to do a continuation

[11keu]

hi! im new here so i dont really know how this works… im so in love with your writing so i’d like to ask whether or not you’d be open for writing about bf!jake fucking you from behind while you wear his jersey. smth like you were wearing his soccer jersey and turned him on. hehe thankyou! :3

I actually LIVE for requests like this. I already know jake loves seeing you wear his clothes, it turns him on so bad. but seeing you in his soccer jersey?? oh LAWD. it would drive him insane.

he would be having a soccer game later that night, and what better way to support him than wearing one of his extra jerseys? you’d surprise him by standing on the bleachers, hair pulled back into a ponytail with your favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans that jake also loves oh so much because of the way they hug your thighs and ass. he’d see you standing there, looking all cute, with his jersey on…boy would be hard immediately. not being able to think straight. only the thoughts of bending you over literally any surface and fucking you into oblivion.

the minute the game would be over he’s rushing you both back to your shared apartment, wasting no time after the door was closed to pin you against the wall, lips on yours and tongue down your throat. “seeing you in my jersey is such a turn on, baby, fuck you’re so hot,” he moans against your lips, hands fumbling with the button of your jeans and sliding the fabric down along with your pretty red panties down your legs.

jake picks you up in his arms, guiding you to the edge of the couch, setting you down and flipping you around, face pushed into the cushions as your dripping wet cunt is exposed to him. oh you’d be a sight to see. jake is DROOLING at you bent over so pretty for him with his jersey on. not wanting to waste another second, his soccer shorts and boxers are off and thrown some else into the living room, his hard cock so red and angry and pulsing with need to feel you wrapped around him.

he pushes into you with much need and want but slowly. slowly pulling himself out to his tip, then pushing back in. but the moment his hips meet the plush of your ass, his hands are gripping your hips and slamming you down onto him. you release a loud, wet moan, “jaeeeee,” you moaned his name and making his grip on your hips tighter as he fucks into you.

jake would start to lose himself in the pleasure, head spinning from how fucking good you feel. his eyes would lock onto your face, seeing the way your mouth is gapped open chanting his name like it’s the only word you know. and then there’s his jersey, it would be bunched at your waist, his number barely being able to made out but his last name sat perfectly in place, resting up below your neck.

he reaches down and places his hand on the back of your neck, fucking into harder and a faster pace, eyes locked onto “SIM” and ears focusing on your breathing and moans. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, “you look so fucking good in my jersey, seeing my last name spread on the back. letting everyone know at that game that’s you’re mine, fuck it’s so sexy, you’re so sexy. so good for taking me like this.”

his words combined with the way he fucked into you had you seeing stars, your release washing over you in one swift motion. jake’s head is now hung low, seeing the ring of your cum wrapped around his cock, making him twitch and moan at the sight, his own climax being reached, filling you whole with his seed.

“wear my jersey more often baby girl,” he whispered, “I love fucking you in it.”

[11keu]

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