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y'all did it again.....1K ❕🤍

I WANT YOU SO BAD .ᐟ.ᐟ

➤I want you like.....really badly!

pairing ⨾ obsessed!leeheeseung x fem!reader warning ⨾ 18+, smut, mdni, he's too obsessed...,perv!heeseung, masturbation, cheating...i'm sorry y'all, unprotected sex, clothed sex, breeding, hung!heeseung lolli's notes ⨾ hey y'all...decided to write about heeseung.

"i can't stop thinking about you. your touch, taste — everything about you makes me go insane."

obsessed!heeseung⨾ he never believed in love at first sight but when you first entered the picture, that statement soon altered his entire view on love.

the first time you were introduced, he was hooked from the beginning. pure admiration glimmering in his hard focused stare. eyes were glued to you and only you. doesn't let a single distraction waver his view. he became entranced.

you were unreal, a divine being that made his heartbeat race uncontrollably. a literal goddess in his eyes.

he believed you were sculpted by his exact vision of the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

but.

that moment was ruined when you linked your arms around another. and it had to be one of his close friends.

of course you were taken. a goddess like you had to be taken by someone.

he’s never felt so jealous of someone in his entire life.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ jaw clenched, eyes darken with pure loathe. arms wrapped around your waist, clinging onto you like a leech. he could not handle seeing you with a man that wasn’t him.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ there were many occasions that he would look for you. hangouts, parties — basically if he heard that you were going. he’s already there.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ slowly, he ended up becoming your personal bodyguard — without you knowing of course. whenever guys would linger their eyes in places that shouldn’t be looked at, he comes out of nowhere and shields you like the gentlemen he is. if you were cold, he’s abandoning his own health and giving his sweater to you without hesitation. he was doing a better job than your lame ass boyfriend.

your body trembles a bit, your hands touching your cold skin; trying to generate some form of heat but it was no use. his eyes glance towards you, rubbing your hands constantly against your arms. he takes off his sweater and drapes it over your shoulders. the weight of his sweater on you made you feel relaxed.

you looked up to see heeseung, giving a heart warming smile.

“thank you.” you kindly accepted his offer.

“no problem love.” his voice was gentle, soothing.

love?

why did he call you that?

huh – he probably was just being nice.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ who unfortunately witnessed constant arguments between you and your boyfriend.

his heart sinks at the sight. if you were his, it would never raise his voice at you or even show an ounce of anger.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ to him, you embodied an innocent, pure angel that didn’t have imperfections. so fragile, so sacred. he refused to let you face the dangers of reality.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ whenever he was invited to your place that you shared with your boyfriend, he would always look for you, waiting for you to come out even if it was for a split second.

he sits on the couch, the cushion sinking as his weight crushes the soft cotton. legs spread, eyes fixed on the screen, flickering lights reflecting on his face, shifting in between scenes as a slight dim filters his face.

creaks of hard wooden planks being heard as it enclosed with each step, finally revealing your figure. his eyes immediately turned to you.

there you were.

a cute black silk nightgown with a small slit located near your left thigh as the delicate seams of lace embroidered outlined the hem of your dress.

how was your own boyfriend not looking at you while you looked like this.

he felt his body tense, swallowing a huge lump in his throat as his gaze lingered on your delicate frame. the velvety material compliments your curves so well that the fabric outlines your figure like it was tailored by desire itself. every move, dip, arch, breath you take was traced by the rich texture. it was like you were teasing him, making him want to earn you.

your eyes find his, giving him a small smile as you make your way to the kitchen. your smile sends a rising heat through his veins while his heart beats rapidly like it was going to explode. god what were you doing to him.

he sneakily glances in the direction you were heading to, you opened the fridge, trying to find something to consume. you bend slightly trying to rummage through as your dress was riding up your body, revealing your soft thighs. they look so soft – he wonders how he would look in between them.

that arch. damn. your spine curved with grace as you slowly bent lower. your panties were making an appearance. he felt his heart stop. his mind was telling him to look away but he couldn’t, not when he sees you in this position. a part of him wants to get up and slowly approach you from behind while you bend over so he can feel your puffy ass against his crotch but – he could only wish. the thin fabric was barely covering your folds. they looked so plump like they were begging to be touched, tasted, fucked.

he immediately looks away when you finally close the fridge and begin to walk towards his direction.

he holds his breath when he feels you walk past him, he glances at you again watching you disappear from his view.

this was pure torture, knowing that you were off limits.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ asks where the bathroom is but he wasn’t going to actually use the bathroom.

“go upstairs, down the hall to your right.” doesn’t even make eye contact as they were glued to the screen.

he makes his way upstairs, pretending to find the bathroom but instead searching for where your room is.

score.

the door was slightly open. he slowly approached the door, taking a peek. the room was dimly lit, clothes scattered on the floor like a pattern of shirts, bras, and pants making a trail across the room. he could hear the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional click of the hanger, indicating that you were engrossed in trying multiple outfits.

you were standing in front of the full length mirror, holding two dresses in hand, simultaneously switching between the two as you hover it over your body, unsure of which one looked better.

“i like that one, looks cute.” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

you froze, startled by the sudden voice. you look through the mirror, only to see heeseung staring at you deeply while you were still holding the two dresses.

you whip around, clutching the two dresses in your hand. “jeez heeseung! what are you doing here?” your voice was loud but changed into a quiet tone as you didn’t want to alert your boyfriend downstairs.

“i was just passing by and saw the door was open.” he pushes off the doorframe. “couldn’t help but peek.” he approaches you.

you don’t know why but you didn’t even kick him out. a part of you felt it was wrong to let him in but another part wanted to see where this was going.

he moves closer, placing himself behind as he was in full view. he was so close behind you, you could his breath. his hand reaches out, fingers brushing against yours as he guides one of the dresses from your hand and hovers over your body. “i think you should wear this one.” his voice, low, smooth.

the tension felt heavy, thickens with a silent ache. you stand still, locking your eyes with his through the mirror. you felt small under his presence. a mixture of guilt and longing swarming your chest. you weren’t used to this feeling.

it wasn’t just his closeness – it’s the way he held his gaze through the reflection — unwavering, deliberate. he wasn’t focused on the dress; it was you.

“i mean.” he murmured. “i’m pretty sure he’ll love it, don’t ya think love…” he leans lower, levelled to your height. his breath brushes against the side of your neck. “if i were him, i would've ripped that dress off of you the moment i laid my eyes on you.”

“bent you over and fucked you while you moan my name.” his words were laced with lust, a desire that you felt your pussy getting wet at his words. you hated that he had this effect on you that you couldn’t explain. this felt so wrong but a part of you wants to see where this desire unfolds.

your pulse was quickening. nerves bundled into knots as his words were affecting you. your breath hitching at his response. “heeseung…” you whisper, quiet like a breath.

but.

that was soon interrupted.

soft muffles of chatter heard from downstairs, looks like more guests have arrived. he slowly backs away from you and releases his hand that was on top of yours, smirking as he proceeds to leave. he closes the door gently, leaving you with an aching pussy.

let’s just say that you couldn’t get him out of your head, witnessing him confessing to you.

but why did his words affect you so much?

obsessed!heeseung⨾ replays the image of you from that day. the way you were bent over when you were in the kitchen, the way he was so close behind you, practically his body would graze against yours from the slightest shift.

he gets hard, the more he thinks about it.

on the bed, sprawled on his back while his mind was in a haze of drifted thoughts, thoughts of you from that day. so many unknown thoughts that were unanswered, where could the moment have gone if it wasn’t interrupted. would he finally get what he’s been craving for?

arm slung over his forehead, eyes closed as he imagines once again. he reiterates the encounter but instead, imagines what could’ve happened.

hands on each side of the mirror as you were bent over while his crotch was aligned with your entrance, pushing your panties to the side.

he slowly pulls down his boxer, his cock twitching with eagerness

his precum smearing all over your hole, dripping with ecstasy. pumping in and out you slowly as you tried to hide your pretty moans.

“mmmp… .” he slowly teases the tip of his cock, thumb moving in circular motions before his fingers wrap around his length, slow, deliberate strokes as his breathing becomes shallow, chest rises and falls steadily, deeper.

he wishes it was you stroking him, bringing close to his climax. god just the thought of you makes him go insane.

he needs you.

needs to be buried inside you and be fucked like the good girl you are.

he knows you’d be so tight, your pussy clenching around him while your grip on his cock was literally intoxicating.

“s-shit..” his pace quickens, muscles flexing as he strokes even harder, orgasm slowly approaching with each stroke.

he’s getting close.

chest rising and falling, quickly in uneven pants with soft moans escaping his parted lips.

“fuck!” teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip, his free hand gripping the sheets while his knuckles were painted white from the pleasure that was overstimulating his mind.

splats of cum, releasing all over his chest, cock twitching as more oozes out of him.

such a waste. all that cum that was all over him could have been buried deep inside you.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ realizes that you’ve been avoiding him ever since that encounter. it was killing him that you never showed yourself around him anymore. he couldn’t take it.

a table, capacity of eight chairs. the clinking of glasses, soft chatters seaming around the room. the restaurant was a bit dark, the overhead lights cast soft yellow light painting through the ocean of people. you were sitting on the opposite side of heeseung, head hung low, avoiding eye contact with him. but he stares directly at you, those eyes, damn those eyes can kill someone.

“babe, I’m going to head to the bathroom.” you quietly say.

he doesn’t even respond, just shoos you away with the motion of his hand.

you head to the bathroom, the door swings open as it automatically closes behind you. you look at yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair as your locks tangle in between your fingers, fixing your dress that he picked from that day. you hear the door open but you assume it was someone who also needed to use the stalls until you hear the door lock, a sharp click jumbles the knob. you look through the reflection to see heeseung, back pressed against the door.

your eyes widened with shock, whipping your head to face him. “heeseung what the fuck are you doing in the girl’s bat–”

“why are you avoiding me?” he interrupts you before you could finish your sentence.

“what..?”

“i said — why are you avoiding me.” he kicks himself off the door, slowly approaching you.

his eyes burning straight into yours. he held his gaze like a wolf sneaking up on its prey. “i-i’m not avoiding you.” you swallowed hard, stuttering a bit as you tried to make up a good excuse while you fidget the fabric of your dress.

a lie. a straight lie.

he knows that you are lying to him but it was cute that you tried to.

“you’re a terrible liar.” he chuckles.

“well how do you know that i’m lying.” your voice was in a playful tone as you tried to keep your eyes straight on him. to be honest, you were struggling really bad.

“well, for starters — you always fidget with your clothes and always struggle to maintain eye contact.” he was getting close, dangerously close. your breathing was picking up, trying to back up but you couldn’t, the cold marble counter was against you, refusing to let you go anywhere.

“so — i’ll say it again, pretty girl.” his fingers brushing your chin as he tilts your head to look at him fully. “why are you avoiding me.”

you feel a heat creep up your cheeks, the way his gaze was locked on you like he was desperate. desperate for an answer. “i just — i couldn’t face you after what happened.”

“when i said i wanted to fuck you?” his eyes narrowing, fingers softly stroking the outline of your jaw. “i wasn’t lying sweetheart. i meant what i said.” a low growl, lustful, dark.

“y-you know we can’t.”

“you say that but you could have kicked me out, stopped me from the beginning. could have told me to fuck off or slapped me in the face but you didn’t.”

“unless…… you wanted this too.” your breath hitches as his free hand grabs your waist, pulling you closer.

he was inches away. a slight move, your lips would be touching. you feel your heart pounding in your chest. you did want it. you kept replaying his confession every night. your mind drifted, thoughts of him filled every image like it was a whisper, an ache that settled in your chest. this was so wrong – thinking about another man without any shame.

his touch felt so addicting, the warmth settled on your skin, the kind you chase after it’s gone. the only humidity keeping you warm from a freezing cold night.

“look, if you don’t want this, just push me away and i’ll stop.”

he leans in closer, his hot breath fanning your lips. they softly crash against yours, slow and insistent. all the rushing thoughts slipped your mind as the contact of his lips sent you into a bliss. it was gentle, supple like a comforter. the hand that was gripping your chin, drifted down to your waist, handling you carefully with fragility. his lips were leaving a mark on your own. a memory, something to remember him by. it was like his lips were a trap. to draw you in and dangerous to let go of.

his mouth was devouring you, stealing your breath. every ounce of control that you had in your body was entangled by his own that he had over you. he pulled away for a second, looking at you: unstable pants, eyes half lidded like you were drunk. he smirks, loving every second.

suddenly, he carries you and places you on the counter, plopping you down with ease. he kisses along the crook of the neck, trailing to your collarbone as his finger hooks on the strap of your dress, letting them fall gracefully along your shoulder. soft, angelic moans slip past your parted lips as he continues to pamper you. “hee…” your hands lightly grip his hair.

he couldn’t wait anymore.

“s-shit baby, you look so sexy.” his lips leave your body, he places his hand under your thighs, tugging gently, bringing you closer to the edge of the counter as he fondles with the buckle of his belt. your back makes contact with the cold counter, making you jolt. he lifts the hem of your dress slightly, revealing your thong. simple yet it was enticing. he carefully peels the fabric from you, lightly grazing the outline of your legs as they were no longer on your body. your pussy was sensitive as the cold breeze was swiftly blowing past your parts while they ached in response. you feel him in between your legs as he reveals his cock.

he was huge. his erection was poking your hole, begging to be let in. he teases your entrance, precum coating the tip. you whimpered underneath him, a silent cry of desperation as his gaze was full of hunger, ready to dive in. slowly and steadily, he inserts it in. he hisses from your hole clenching around him. you were so tight, tighter than he imagined. you let out a breathy gasp, lips pressed together while your eyes roll back.

he sets a gentle pace, your body shifting in motion as the rhythm of his hips bucked into you slowly. you felt so good, better than he imagined. so many nights, thoughts filled of you, wondering how you looked under him, on top, from behind — now, he was finally able to feel you. his pace picks up almost immediately, slow, deep thrusts turned into rhythmic plunges. every thrust sends waves throughout your body, a tingling feeling jolts through your veins like a seismic shock.

your body was betraying every word, every thought you’ve said. you knew this would jeopardize your relationship but your body was telling the exact opposite. you wanted this, deep down even if this ruins your love life. you’ve never felt cared for, not until he came into the picture. “god you feel better than i imagined.” he hisses.

“imagined?"

“every night, i think about you — especially that day.” he chuckles. he puts your legs on his shoulders, digging deeper into you. “wanting to fuck you into the mattress while your boyfriend was downstairs, not knowing that sweet girlfriend is getting fucked so good.” the palm of his hand presses against your stomach, the bulge poking through with every thrust. he felt you clench at his words. “oh? you’d like that…such a naughty girl.”

how was he making you feel like you were in heaven? a high that you desperately craved, an addiction that leaves you wanting more. your moans were getting louder by the second, echoing throughout the room. “hee— i’m g-getting close.” you whine.

“cum for me. cum on my dick.” he growls.

“f-fuck!” your eyes clenched shut, back arched.

and then he came.

a flow of his warm seed, swimming inside of you while he catches his breath.

deep, heavy breaths escape your lips as you try to suck all the air you can, just to feel something — to regain your composure. he pulls himself out slowly, small doses leaking out of your hole. he smirks, taking in the sight.

as you finally regain your consciousness, you fix yourself as he did the same before you both head back out. you felt something was missing. confused, you look around trying to find your undergarment.

“looking for these..?” his finger was hooked on your panties. “i think i’m gonna hold onto this.” giving you a smug smile.

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lolliloopsy · 15 days ago

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lolliloopsy · 15 days ago

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lolliloopsy · 17 days ago

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I WANT YOU SO BAD .ᐟ.ᐟ

➤ I want you like.....really badly!

"i can't stop thinking about you. your touch, taste — everything about you makes me go insane."

obsessed!heeseung⨾ he never believed in love at first sight but when you first entered the picture, that statement soon altered his entire view on love.

you were unreal, a divine being that made his heartbeat race uncontrollably. a literal goddess in his eyes.

he believed you were sculpted by his exact vision of the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

but.

that moment was ruined when you linked your arms around another. and it had to be one of his close friends.

of course you were taken. a goddess like you had to be taken by someone.

he’s never felt so jealous of someone in his entire life.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ jaw clenched, eyes darken with pure loathe. arms wrapped around your waist, clinging onto you like a leech. he could not handle seeing you with a man that wasn’t him.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ there were many occasions that he would look for you. hangouts, parties — basically if he heard that you were going. he’s already there.

you looked up to see heeseung, giving a heart warming smile.

“thank you.” you kindly accepted his offer.

“no problem love.” his voice was gentle, soothing.

love?

why did he call you that?

huh – he probably was just being nice.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ who unfortunately witnessed constant arguments between you and your boyfriend.

his heart sinks at the sight. if you were his, it would never raise his voice at you or even show an ounce of anger.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ to him, you embodied an innocent, pure angel that didn’t have imperfections. so fragile, so sacred. he refused to let you face the dangers of reality.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ whenever he was invited to your place that you shared with your boyfriend, he would always look for you, waiting for you to come out even if it was for a split second.

creaks of hard wooden planks being heard as it enclosed with each step, finally revealing your figure. his eyes immediately turned to you.

there you were.

a cute black silk nightgown with a small slit located near your left thigh as the delicate seams of lace embroidered outlined the hem of your dress.

how was your own boyfriend not looking at you while you looked like this.

he immediately looks away when you finally close the fridge and begin to walk towards his direction.

he holds his breath when he feels you walk past him, he glances at you again watching you disappear from his view.

this was pure torture, knowing that you were off limits.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ asks where the bathroom is but he wasn’t going to actually use the bathroom.

“go upstairs, down the hall to your right.” doesn’t even make eye contact as they were glued to the screen.

he makes his way upstairs, pretending to find the bathroom but instead searching for where your room is.

score.

you were standing in front of the full length mirror, holding two dresses in hand, simultaneously switching between the two as you hover it over your body, unsure of which one looked better.

“i like that one, looks cute.” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

you froze, startled by the sudden voice. you look through the mirror, only to see heeseung staring at you deeply while you were still holding the two dresses.

“i was just passing by and saw the door was open.” he pushes off the doorframe. “couldn’t help but peek.” he approaches you.

you don’t know why but you didn’t even kick him out. a part of you felt it was wrong to let him in but another part wanted to see where this was going.

it wasn’t just his closeness – it’s the way he held his gaze through the reflection — unwavering, deliberate. he wasn’t focused on the dress; it was you.

your pulse was quickening. nerves bundled into knots as his words were affecting you. your breath hitching at his response. “heeseung…” you whisper, quiet like a breath.

but.

that was soon interrupted.

let’s just say that you couldn’t get him out of your head, witnessing him confessing to you.

but why did his words affect you so much?

he gets hard, the more he thinks about it.

arm slung over his forehead, eyes closed as he imagines once again. he reiterates the encounter but instead, imagines what could’ve happened.

hands on each side of the mirror as you were bent over while his crotch was aligned with your entrance, pushing your panties to the side.

he slowly pulls down his boxer, his cock twitching with eagerness

his precum smearing all over your hole, dripping with ecstasy. pumping in and out you slowly as you tried to hide your pretty moans.

he wishes it was you stroking him, bringing close to his climax. god just the thought of you makes him go insane.

he needs you.

needs to be buried inside you and be fucked like the good girl you are.

he knows you’d be so tight, your pussy clenching around him while your grip on his cock was literally intoxicating.

“s-shit..” his pace quickens, muscles flexing as he strokes even harder, orgasm slowly approaching with each stroke.

he’s getting close.

chest rising and falling, quickly in uneven pants with soft moans escaping his parted lips.

“fuck!” teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip, his free hand gripping the sheets while his knuckles were painted white from the pleasure that was overstimulating his mind.

splats of cum, releasing all over his chest, cock twitching as more oozes out of him.

such a waste. all that cum that was all over him could have been buried deep inside you.

obsessed!heeseung⨾ realizes that you’ve been avoiding him ever since that encounter. it was killing him that you never showed yourself around him anymore. he couldn’t take it.

“babe, I’m going to head to the bathroom.” you quietly say.

he doesn’t even respond, just shoos you away with the motion of his hand.

your eyes widened with shock, whipping your head to face him. “heeseung what the fuck are you doing in the girl’s bat–”

“why are you avoiding me?” he interrupts you before you could finish your sentence.

“what..?”

“i said — why are you avoiding me.” he kicks himself off the door, slowly approaching you.

a lie. a straight lie.

he knows that you are lying to him but it was cute that you tried to.

“you’re a terrible liar.” he chuckles.

“well how do you know that i’m lying.” your voice was in a playful tone as you tried to keep your eyes straight on him. to be honest, you were struggling really bad.

“so — i’ll say it again, pretty girl.” his fingers brushing your chin as he tilts your head to look at him fully. “why are you avoiding me.”

you feel a heat creep up your cheeks, the way his gaze was locked on you like he was desperate. desperate for an answer. “i just — i couldn’t face you after what happened.”

“when i said i wanted to fuck you?” his eyes narrowing, fingers softly stroking the outline of your jaw. “i wasn’t lying sweetheart. i meant what i said.” a low growl, lustful, dark.

“y-you know we can’t.”

“you say that but you could have kicked me out, stopped me from the beginning. could have told me to fuck off or slapped me in the face but you didn’t.”

“unless…… you wanted this too.” your breath hitches as his free hand grabs your waist, pulling you closer.

his touch felt so addicting, the warmth settled on your skin, the kind you chase after it’s gone. the only humidity keeping you warm from a freezing cold night.

“look, if you don’t want this, just push me away and i’ll stop.”

he couldn’t wait anymore.

“imagined?"

“cum for me. cum on my dick.” he growls.

“f-fuck!” your eyes clenched shut, back arched.

and then he came.

a flow of his warm seed, swimming inside of you while he catches his breath.

“looking for these..?” his finger was hooked on your panties. “i think i’m gonna hold onto this.” giving you a smug smile.

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lolliloopsy · 22 days ago

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lolliloopsy · 24 days ago

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7 MORE MINUTES .ᐣ.ᐟ

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WAIT! BEFORE YOU PROCEED:

➤PART 1 ⇄ PART 2

pairing ⫘ simjaeyun x fem!reader warning ⫘ 18+, mdni, smut, pinv!, dom!jake, perv!jake..just a tiny bit, rough!jake, explicit content, mostly porn with some plot, unprotected sex, titplay, implied cheating..there's no actual cheating, grinding, doggystyle, sub!reader word count ⫘ 4.3k lolli's notes ⫘ yo...y'all are absolutely insane. so as promised here's part 2, love y'all🤍

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jake knew.

he knew for a while.

the way you fidget with your skirt as you struggle to keep your eyes directly on him like a secret that was refusing to be revealed. the way your hair was always styled neatly and all cute with such purity. it was either straightened, curled with different patterns or up in a cute ponytail, decorated with a cute milky white bow, materialized in silk.

to believe — all this for a man.

but he was different.

it became a daily routine to spend hours and hours trying to set up a conventional plan for you to impress him.

every time you got ready, you always thought about him. you never decided on staying to one style — always consistent, still carefully picking out different options in your wardrobe, eliminating each garment one by one until you settled on something that was eyecatching, provocative yet — alluring.

“maybe he would like this one.”

“do you think that this might get his attention?”

and it did.

jake’s eyes, cold, lost, hungry. his piercing gaze devoured you, slow and unrelenting which made you feel weak, electrified waves flow through your body. a smirk plastered on his face, deepened with such pure thirst for your touch, no — you.

his belt radiates a quiet premonition. the sounds of clinging, clanging against the leather gliding across the buckle, the metal interfacing with each other like a bell echoing in your mind, fading with every heartbeat as begins to ring through your ears, making you dozed off. you felt like your oxygen was cut, no lifeblood entering your air supply — just completely off. this was just supposed to be a game of 7 minutes in heaven, so why did he want to have 7 more minutes with you?

he never showed signs of wanting you or possibly glance at you for longer than anticipated.

or maybe because you didn’t notice the signs.

you would think that he wouldn’t notice but he did, oh he did. he would notice the small details of the way you presented yourself. the glances, the outfits, the way you act, everything. he could tell the difference with your mannerisms, the way it spoke with this buzzing tension that was communicated through silence, a standstill that he could only feel.

clothes that revealed your soft supple skin as they clung onto your body tight with every subtle movement you make. even during parties, he would analyze the way you would bend over to grab something, uncovering your voluptuous ass and your panties.

embroidered with lace, coloured in white with a tint of a light yellowish hue — ivory, his favourite colour. hugging your curves with a delicate embrace. the intricate patterns in painting a tantalizing path of threaded flowers along your skin as the fine fabric grazes you like a caress.

his breath would hitch at the sight, his body would go still, lips would part slightly, teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip, tinted pink lips with the look of crave and want. on impulse, his eyes would shamelessly look, taking in every last bit of you when you stand behind him, in front of him — hell anything you do has him hooked.

jake was a man of manners, a gentle spirit with a heart too good for this world, a tantalizing sweetheart in the eyes of many. and a girl’s dream man.

but you had this effect on him that was laced with a substance like a drug, luring him in; slowly and steady.

he was starting to become someone he swore he would never let himself be; someone who has a mischievous glint, a smoldering stare dwelling in places where they shouldn’t be looked at. he was a lot of things but one of them was he wasn’t a pervert and yet, he was acting like one; staring at you without any shame, not a care, like no one was in the room, just you and him with this unwavering tension that settles in the air that intoxicates him with this urgency to seclude you to a place that no one can interrupt him as you both writhed with unsaid words, the truth sitting heavy on your tongues, begging to be spoken. but it slowly dissipates into ashes whenever someone comes into the picture, almost like it was never there. in fact, he knew this was wrong but something was pulling him towards you, an invisible string connecting between the both of you, drawing him closer to you until you both were tangled as the knots got tighter making it impossible to get loose.

he disconnects with reality sometimes, with his mind wandering with naughty scenarios of you, all spread, submissive — just for him. imagining your irises burning against his own, with a gaze that symbolized an act of submission which was enough to make him fully lose himself. the urge to pin you against the wall, whispering that you’re a good girl, you whimpering against him as he bites the flesh of your neck, creating a hollow blemish of his teeth mark, proof that you belong to him and only him.

imagining the taste of you on his tongue, sweet like nectar, dripping like honey. the way your legs would tremble just for him thrusting into you with a brutal pace. his dick hitting all the right spots while your breath stammers with every thrust. you lose your ability to control your body, your nerves get weak until you’re unraveled beneath him.

god what was wrong with him.

what was even worse was that his gaze would still linger whenever his arm wrapped around another — his girlfriend. a fake facade he played, a spark that he once felt was no longer there, almost as if it was never there. his eyes were locked on you whenever his presence was needed somewhere else, holding onto her, rubbing the sides of her waist slowly through the fabric while conversations would surround the room almost like it was unbearable.

but now you were in front of him, a complete mess, disheveled from moments before, panting like your lungs were about to give out. he could feel your vulnerability, the look of obedience beneath him. pure innocence, submission under the facade of your exterior.

he was waiting for this moment.

everyone speculated that jake liked you but you always found it hard to believe because he was way out of your league and he was dating someone. you would never ruin someone’s relationship. never.

when you heard him and his girlfriend separated. you’ve never been happier to see a relationship crumble right in front of your eyes.

as soon as a party was announced — this was his chance to figure out a way to be alone with you, then 7 minutes in heaven was created.

he implied to arrange a game of 7 minutes of heaven. of course, you didn’t know.

a circle of people, all arranged, sitting spaced out from each other as the air was thick with an intensifying atmosphere. you, on the opposite side of jake. it was his turn to spin. he crouched low, fingers brushing the bottle — not too hard. not too soft, almost like he’s practiced this or he was confident in his skills. the bottle rotates — endlessly like a loop. his technique seemed controlled. a little too controlled. the atmosphere felt uneasy, many were swallowing the lumps in their throats, eyes blinking rapidly out of nervousness. girls crossing their fingers, hoping the bottle would land on them.

he glanced at you, eyes were glued to the bottle glimmering with anticipation while you were fidgeting your skirt. his lips curved into a smug smile, not too noticeable.

the bottle spins more, every second makes the room filled with uneasy tension. it began to slow down, passing you with each spin. everyone’s eyes were glued to the bottle, watching every movement.

it passed you again, circled around once more with each spin deteriorating little by little. his heart was racing fast,

for a second — it looked like it was gonna land on someone else.

with slick movements, his knee nudged the carpet just enough.

one last spin…

oh..?

the bottle landed on you.

the room was filled with amusement but some groaned, some were frustrated.

“you’re paired up with jake.”

and that’s how you ended up in this situation.

all disheveled, half naked, pussy dripping with your cum.

his pants drop to the floor, left with only his boxers in sight, still pressed up against you. you glance over your shoulder once again, still catching your breath, skin sticky from the sultry warmth. your mind swarms everywhere, still in shock as you shudder at his clothed erection poking your hole. your pussy was still leaking with your cum, dripping down your thighs like syrup, still a wreck from him vigorously finger-fucking your hole.

he lightly removes your hair covering your backside with such gentleness, fragility emanating from the way his fingers swiftly perplexes with each control. his fingers trail the dips of your back, smooth, silky to the touch — like you were a porcelain doll — flawless and lustrous. sculpted with perfection, glowing under the darkness as it resembles the moonlit sky sparkling on you like you were a constellation. you quiver, his touch grazes over you like a feather, tickling against your skin making you hypersensitive as he continues to trace before he finally stops.

“baby, you’re so soft.” he growls, mixed with excitement. he was getting harder and harder with each second ticking. he leans in, his lips planting small pecks on your back, trailing a path of heat as he exchanges with each kiss. lips parted — a sudden bite on your shoulder blades. you hiss at the contact, indents of his teeth sunk into the flesh of your skin, tainted with a flush pink that matches the tone of his lips. “now you’re mine” he smirks at the mark he’s branded on you.

his hands start exploring again through your clothes. the fine fabric of your top feels the temperature of his exterior like a heated pad. somehow, you were drunk off his touch, trying to regain your consciousness as his hands found his way under your shirt, softly brushing his fingertips with goosebumps gradually rising as it prickles your skin with each touch before they landed on your well figured tits. your nipples were solid, not because it was cold but the way his touch was building up a sensation that you couldn’t quite place. it’s like you’ve never felt the touch of a man before but his touch specifically made you feel like you were his and no one else’s.

irritated by the barriers of your bra stopping him from being able to fully feel you under the palm of his hands. you hear him suck his teeth, wondering what’s going on until he unclasps your bra with one hand while the other catches it and tosses it to the side, discarding like it was meant to be on the floor. he unties your top as it dangles until it falls onto the ground like a feather.

finally, his hands were on your chest, palms groping those presents you hid behind your clothes. damn. you’re telling me you hid those fucking weapons behind your tight garments all this time? this game just keeps getting better and better.

he continues to pamper your upper back with feather-light kisses. “i’ve wanted you for so long.” he mutters against your skin, still pampering while breaking the tension once again. “i’ve seen it all, sweet girl.” you know damn well you’ve been caught. “and i know you do too.” he pinches your nipples between his fingers, causing you to yelp in response.

“jake…i-” you whisper, quiet, hitching but enough for him to fully hear. “shhh” he hushes you. “show me — show me that you want this as much as i do.” his voice, coaxing and low.

this was your chance. to unravel your fantasies, your wildest dreams, fill the void of emptiness that can only be cured by him. the truth is that you’ve been waiting for this moment, but you were always afraid to get deep — deep in this infatuation that would only grow until it eventually bloomed.

but fuck it.

you slowly turn around, his hands gently drooping off your body. finally, you gaze up at him, your stomach coils with a burning sensation as he stands right in front of you, a premonition lingering in his eyes.

you’ve never been this close to him before. this moment felt euphoric, a realm that didn’t seem real. he was so dreamy up close, eyes burning through your pupils, a dark depth of something menacing but at the same time, with the look of thrill. your eyes shoot to his lips, those same ones that just confessed the truth that lies beneath him and the reason why you were stuck in this closet in the first place.

you couldn’t lie anymore, not to yourself and not to him.

you lean in close, body grazing his defined chest as you placed your hand over it. your lips ghost over his, breath fanning against them before they finally touch. his breath hitches a bit, taking this opportunity to slip your tongue inside — smooth, tempting. unfolding this smoldering desire that swarms over you, lost in the pleasure, lost in his hypnotizing touch. his body flinches, his eyes gazes down to where your lips connect, he melts almost immediately, fingers gliding down to your waist makes you shudder as your breath hitches in between each kiss. his mind was spiraling, your lips were like venom, sweet and toxic. they were so addicting like candy, the sugary sweetness that just melts in your mouth that makes you want more. if he goes further into this — he swore he was gonna lose it. his heart was racing uncontrollably yet his touch was so gentle but he wanted to be rough.

with your soft delicate hands locked together as he traps them with one hand while he ravages you with his mouth, pleasing all your sweet spots but he wants to take his time with you, wanting this first time to really cherish you.

your lips were still connected to his, your hands venturing down his body, feeling every crevice of his until you stopped at his lower limbs. you hook a finger on the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down as they delicately fall on their own. you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him closer while his hard dick slid in between your plump thighs. he groaned in your mouth, the contact made him flinch with unexpectancy. the grip of your thighs on his cock was stifling; he could feel your pussy lips stroking the base, like a soft graze, almost like a peck with each movement.

“s-shit baby..” his hands placed on your waist, gripping the flesh of your skin tightly while his hips automatically started moving like it had a mind of its own. he couldn’t resist. the friction was irresistible — the heat of his dick up against your pussy was creating electricity in the air that was heavy with uneven breaths, flushed faces and insufferable humidity. “g-god y-your thighs feel so good around my cock…”

the tone of his voice made you feel something. a hint of whinyness — raw.

your wetness was coating his dick, making you sensitive to the bone. “j-jake……” you whimpered as his mouth was kissing your neck, making love bites. teeth marks engraved into your skin as they turned a pale red, tints of purple marked on the base of your neck, placed in a spot that was completely visible, almost anyone could see it.

he couldn’t resist anymore. couldn’t resist the feeling of your thighs rubbing against him when it should be your pussy wrapped around him, milking him dry. “s-shit, i want to fuck you so bad love.” he growls against your neck.

your stomach knots with this fluttering feeling. that same feeling you’ve felt every time you saw him.

your body freezes. did you hear him right?

“w-what..?” you whisper.

“i want to fuck you.” he doesn’t stutter, doesn’t hold back — just says it with pure lust.

you were in a dream. you had to be…..right?

“i’ve wanted to ever since you walked in the room. bend you over the table and fuck you senseless until you can’t even think straight.”

woah.

“always wondered how your pussy would feel around my cock. clenching around me while you moan my name.” he smirks, his finger gracefully traces down your chest, lightly brushing.

he leaned closer until his mouth was leveled to your ear, his hot breath fanning against you. “you’d like that wouldn’t you..?” he purrs, the sudden heat rising from your body, creating a faint blush to appear on the tip of your ear.

you feel a shiver down your spine as his words wash over you. a mix of anticipation and desire etched on his tongue. your breath hitches slightly. “y-yes..” you whisper, barely audible, too shy to even face him.

he grins, amused by your shy expression. a knowing smile appears on his face as your response makes him excited. his hand grips your chin, tilting your head upward to face him. “tell me — tell me what you want.”

“i-i want you to f-fuck me.” your voice was barely a whisper, trying your best to make eye contact. god what was he doing to you.

he’s teased you long enough. he’d make you repeat but not when you look like this. surrendered to his touch, every crook and cranny of your frame all set and ready for him.

“good girl.” his face plastered with satisfaction.

“now bend over for me baby.” the sudden shift of his voice becomes dark, almost like he’s become a totally different person.

you turn around with your back facing him and you facing the door. you bend slightly, back arches a bit with flexibility, your ass facing up, all ready for him.

the position you were in, made his dick jump with excitement. your core dripping with your wetness, your muscles contorting to every motion. his eyes lingered on you, a look of admiration like he’s seen the most beautiful painting. the soft strokes of the light painting along your body, too beholding to even form words.

“shittt..” he drags, aligning himself behind you.

you feel him behind you, towering over your body. his presence felt intimidating which you couldn’t quite figure out. though you knew what was going to happen, it still felt unknown.

his dick was gliding against your pussy, making you quiver. it twitches against you with eagerness, impatience.

“now you gotta be quiet, we don’t want anyone hearing us, do we.. pretty baby..?” his hands were on your hips, yanking you a bit to adjust you to his liking, causing you to yelp. your heart was thumping so fast, it beats so loud that it rings through your ears.

he teases you a bit by slapping his cock on your sopping wet pussy, rubbing circles against it. the wetness of your slick made his slaps sound vulgar and a little too loud. you were practically a fountain with the dampness that was dripping down your thighs. “you ready?”

you nod.

“use your words, love.”

“yes.”

he slips the tip of his cock in. your breaths coming in short gasps as you tried to stay quiet. your hole was smothering his dick with your wetness. “f-fuck you’re so tight.” his voice was breathy from the pressure. he slowly inserted himself even deeper, your body twitching, trembling beneath him. you bite your bottom lip, trying to suppress any sounds from escaping. your hands were flat against the door, curling as your nails were digging on the hard wooden surface as you tried to take more of him in. “mmph…j-jake..” you gasp, stammering with pleasure. “j-just a little m-more.” one steady thrust — he slides all the way in — deep and warm.

you felt so full, so stuffed. he was so deep — you mind was stuck in a daze of overwhelming ecstasy by how stretched he was making you feel. your pussy was clenching around him so tight like he couldn’t even move. he uses his hands to adjust you, angling you so he could hit your sweet spots, making sure each movement was precise, controlled to his liking. slowly, deliberately — he moves at a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out of you. every thrust felt unbearable, exhilarating with each push and pull crashing in like waves, a rhythm that was slowly forming. your moans were fighting to be released but instead they escaped with soft muffles, whimpers, whines before he started to pound at a ruthless pace.

your gummy walls was swallowing his dick whole, deep into your womb. thrust after thrust sent jolts of pleasure to swallow you, surged over you like fire. you couldn’t hold in your moans anymore. the sensation felt heavenly. “j-jake s-slow d-down…!” you try to form words but they are caught in your throat, escaping in stutters. “can’t baby, you feel so good.” he grunts. the way you clench on him so tight. he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. you felt better than her, so much better. his gaze darkens as he takes in the sight of your body — so pure, so obedient. it felt like his body was taking a picture, memorizing the curves of your frame, your moans replaying over and over, the way your legs were trembling as you tried to use the last bit of strength left in you. he wanted to capture the moment of how much he’s ruined you. god, you were so cute.

the closet that was once quiet was broken by your moans, echoing around the room. loud, pornographic. someone who is passing through the hallways could probably hear what was happening but you didn’t care.

his hand was roaming your body with a possessive hunger, exploring every curve and contour like he was savouring it, remembering the way you feel. each touch was sending sparks of pleasure through your nerves. “you’re mine.” he growls, voice thick with desire and dominance. you clench around him by his retort. your eyes are clenched shut, you can feel your orgasm approaching. suddenly, you feel his hand slide up your back, caressing you with such gentleness, teasingly creeping up before stopping at your shoulder blades. gripping the shape, slamming you even deeper.

your eyes widen. “f-fuck..” you whine underneath him, your voice, hoarse, broken. your eyes were getting glossy, flickers of sparks tunnels your vision like you were seeing stars. his swollen dick was abusing your cervix, each plunge swallowing you into a bliss. “j-jake i-i’m getting c–close.” your voice reverberated through the small space, the sound bouncing off the walls as your muscles were tensing, your core clenching him even tighter.

“you gonna come on my dick baby?” you nod in a flash, a little too quick, almost like if you were begging for a release.

you could barely breathe, let alone stand still — you don’t know how long you keep yourself stable.

shit, he was also getting close. his movements were getting hasty like he was desperate for a release as your pussy was milking him dry — throbbing inside you. he was shuddering against you. “b-baby mm’getting close, cum for me.” he commands.

“i’m gonna cum soon baby, i’ll pu-” he gets interrupted by you. “no, i want you to cum inside me.”

his eyes darken at your words. you awoke something inside him. he plunges into you with hard, deep thrusts. as if it could get any more intense. you hiccup, eyes rolled back. his hips slapping against your thighs. your hole was pulsating, a grip that was sending waves through his body.

“j-jake..!” you scream, broken, raw. your hands clenched into fists, your legs wobbling, your hair tousled from the sweat, the heat. you were completely ruined.

then he came. inside you.

his hips plunge into one last time, riding out his remaining orgasm that was still left. his hair that was perfectly styled became tousled as tufts of hair covered a bit of his face. chest heaving in and out with ragged breaths escaping. both of you were a mess, covered in complete chaos, steamy skins against each other and wrecked.

and when he finally pulled out, a small whimper came out and your pussy felt empty. your body was already getting used to his shape. a low, melted groan escapes him, entranced by the thick slick ropes of cum oozing down your thighs.

“damn, look at that…...” he mutters.

he drags his finger over your entrance, causing you flinch while he pushes some of his cum that was oozing back into your hole. you were quiet. loss for words. chest heaving up and down with uneven breaths, tears stained on your cheeks.

you both silently regained your composure and started to get dressed. your clothes were scattered along the floor like pieces of scrap. your legs trembled intensely every time you crouched down as you were struggling to pick them up but he beat you to it. he handed over your clothes with a sweet smile plastered on his face like nothing happened. your heart swells in your chest. “t-thank you.” you smiled.

as you both were dressed, by coincidence, the knob jambles, the lock unlocks in place. the light shines through both of your faces, a bright gleam shot straight through your eyes, squinting as you adjust to the light.

a figure stands in front of you. your vision blurs for a split second. “y’all good?” the voice spiked with reassurance.

jake answers.

you take a second.

“yeah.”

completely ignoring the fact that his cum was literally dripping down your thighs.

what a game...

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lolli's notes ⫘ hey guyssss…..this man is so fine oml. this was one of the projects i was working on so if it seemed a bit fast...i was actually working on this for a while. hope you guys enjoyed this one!

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lolliloopsy · 25 days ago

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lolliloopsy · 27 days ago

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APHRODISIAC .ᐣ.ᐟ

➤YOU ATE THE ENTIRE THING???!!!

pairing ⟡ eric sohn x fem!reader warning ⟡ 18+, mdni, smut, pussy eating, masturbation, explicit content, kind of dumb!eric, dom!eric, needy!eric word count ⟡ 2.9k

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variety of snacks. chips, biscuits, candy — just a bunch of sweets.

everything seemed dull, the display of treats didn’t look appealing or make him salivate on the spot. the sounds of crunching, crumbling ripple through the air as his hands would rummage within the drawer full of snacks, stomach rumbling out of patience — nothing looked appetizing.

his stomach kept growling louder as he continued his search. a stack of chips, a range of multiple flavours, a candy bar, roasted nuts. on an average day, he would eat it but he wasn’t in the mood for most of these snacks.

except for this one.

it was deep in the drawer, almost as if you were trying to hide it from him. it was packaged with red, valentine themed coloured paper, carefully wrapped in foil with metallic tones peeking through the packaging. “tabs chocolate” whatever that means. it was labeled with gold typography, engraved with bold designs — huh, seems a bit seductive.

eric thoroughly studied every detail, tracing his fingers, slowly and delicately. he could smell incense of the chocolate through the wrapper, leaking with nutty and sweet fragrances. he caught himself salivating at the sight like a puppy who perks up from the sound of treats from across the room, already drooling at the thought. he flips the chocolate over, rustling with each touch of his fingertips sticking to the paper. everything was in cursive, as if he could read it that well. and on top of that his vision wasn’t that great.

squinting, hoping his vision would be more clearer but it didn’t. he cursed to himself, irritated that his vision was failing to clear up. fuck, he wishes he had his glasses on him but they were nowhere to be found, and yet his stomach kept growling, eating him alive.

man fuck it.

he carefully peels off the wrapper, avoiding any obstacles from causing it to tear. he skins off the second layer, the foil loses its perfect form as it creates wrinkles. a whiff of warm, rich tones of spice burst through his nose, weaving through his senses as the chocolate was now uncovered.

the other day, he saw you holding that same chocolate bar when you came back from work, wondering what snacks you’ve brought this time but he never paid attention to it until now.

he breaks off a piece, holding a huge chunk between his fingers — slowly inspecting it like he uncovered a clue to some puzzle. with precision, full concentration on the piece of chocolate.

dark, smooth, velvety to the touch. bits of almonds mixed with the creamy texture. the warmth from his fingers was melting the chocolate, the rich consistency staining as he continued to observe. damn, he’s never been more excited to eat chocolate.

without a thought, he takes a bite, eating an entire chunk, not knowing the consequences of his actions.

oh lord.

☠︎︎

the sound of keys, jingle, as they were bunched together, trying to find the right one as it echoes across the hallway of your apartment building before you crack open the door.

the lock faintly clicks, slowly opening the door. “i’m home!” your voice is alert and attentive. closing the door behind you before you fully grasped yourself, not registering that he wasn’t answering like usual.

the apartment was dead silent, eerie and unnatural. it was so quiet that you could hear the wind from outside, the leaves rustling as they washed away like wisps.

“babe?” your voice, soft with a hint of worriness in your tone. weird.

he was definitely home, no rehearsals, no interviews — his schedule was pretty light today. so why was it so quiet in here?

“eric?” you called again, and was met with silence.

wait.

you hear a distinct sound coming from down the hallway, actually it was coming from the bedroom.

“mmph!” a soft, almost like a moan was heard from the bedroom once again, gradually getting louder with each step you take.

the door was cracked open, slightly, and there he was, what seemed to be pleasuring himself but, you can barely see him with the door covering most of his body. the room was dimly lit, the light from the window illuminating a soft golden glow through the room. you quietly creep towards the door, tippy toeing with the best of your abilities.

“f-fuck — baby I need you so bad..” he whines once again but it was more desperate, more needy.

you hid behind the door quietly as you can. you peeked your head through the crack, not too much but enough to reveal him.

messy jet black hair, all tangled in the sheets. his skin was tinged with a radiant glow — golden with a toasted wash that made him look sun kissed; the bed that was once perfected was now crinkled, creating a ruffled map of his heated session. the grip on his cock was suffocating, so tight, so rigid. his other hand was clutching the sheets so tightly, knuckles buried deep into the mattress as they turned white with frustration. your eyes dart slightly to the bedside table: a bottle of lotion — a small drop of cream, peeking out from the actuator, oozing when he pumped a small dose on his palm. beside it, there was a crumpled mess of some sort of wrapper, a sultry red, foil ripped slightly. it kind of looked like the chocolate bar you bought.

hold on.

your eyes widened with shock, coming to a realization — it was the chocolate bar you bought. he ate the entire thing..?

did he not know that there was aphrodisiac…?

“f-fuck baby, where are you — i miss you.” his voice, gradually getting more desperate with each stroke. soft, agonizing pumps as he kept beating till his dick went lump. if only he knew that you were standing right outside the door hearing the entire thing.

damn, he sounded hot. the way he sounds beneath the sheets, dripping with ecstasy as his thoughts flooded with the memories of you. his lips were parted slightly, shallow breaths escaping him as his muscles were taut. with each stroke — his biceps flex, revealing his toned structure. he was getting more sensitive, trembling even.

scenarios of you resurfaced his mind. whenever you smile, eyes accentuate with a flicker of warmth that makes his heart swell. your presence itself, it was irresistible like a drug, impossible to resist.

he groans, breathy and shaky. sticky, squelching noises bursting as the sounds of his dick were becoming louder and sloppier as his pace was slowly increasing — he was losing it.

you caught yourself biting your lips, thighs clenching tightly as the warmth of your core intensifying with the air thickening under your skin. your thoughts were scrambling in your head, scenarios dispersing with the echoes of his moans bombarding your mind.

you were too lost in your thoughts; you accidentally leaned a little too much, causing the door to slightly move which he quickly notices.

“B-BABE??!!” he immediately shot up, looking at you with embarrassment. he grabs the duvet and shields his body from you. “y-you’re home early. i-i didn’t hear you come in” clears his throat as he tries to break off the awkwardness.

“y-yeah, they sent me home early.” you try to make light of the situation, ignoring the fact you caught him masturbating to the thought of you.

you examined his face. flushed, flustered, anxious. his breath was uneasy, stomach slowly rises and falls, taking in deep breaths with each exhale shuddering. his cheeks tinged with a flush that makes him look drunk, and with pure desire. eyes fluttered as they refused to look at you, feeling remorse for his actions but he wasn’t really ashamed.

yeah, he was embarrassed but the rush of desire was crashing him like a wave, consuming him the more he realized that you were a metre away. fuck, what was in that chocolate bar. his body felt like it was set on a fire — not even a refreshing cold bucket of water could cure him. the heat was immensely rapid but something about this heat felt like it wasn’t from humidity, no, this wasn’t heat at all. this was a craving, an appetite for hunger — sexual desire.

he needed a cure.

you.

“hey, are you okay?” your brows furrow, eyes searching for any signs of flickers, concerns as you say with a worried tone while inching closer to him.

you slowly plop yourself onto the bed, the mattress sinking as your weight crushes the soft foam. you put your palm to his forehead — he was burning, his temperature was fluctuating with your cold hand, it felt like he had a fever.

“omg babe, you’re burning. hold on i’ll ge-”

he grabs your wrist, a grip that said everything but nothing at all once. just before you get up, he pulls you close to his chest. “eric?”

his expression was unreadable, he doesn’t utter a word but instead, just pins you down on the bed with you underneath him. the covers fell gently on eric’s back like it was controlled by air.

his lips crash onto yours. no second thoughts, no doubts, not a hint of hesitation. you’re taken aback by his sudden approach, eyes widened with surprise from the way his body reacts to you but you slowly melted onto his touch. his tongue danced around your mouth with hunger as you tried to keep up but he was ravaging your mouth as if time has shifted with every second counted. you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him even closer with his hands exploring your frame, clothes riding up with every graze. “nngh — i need you.” he fidgets with the buttons on your shirt, trying to unbutton but his patience was wearing thin so he pried open your collared shirt with irritation, exposing you with only your bra.

by coincidence, you were wearing his favourite pair: a simple cotton black bra with a miniature bow placed on the center gore. though it was simple, it still did a number on his dick. he carefully unclasps your bra, throwing it across the room like it was a piece of scrap. god, you look ethereal under him. the way your hair was already messy from the slightest tension and the way you’re breathing heavily while looking at him with your eyes — a silent plea that spoke of a relief that only he could offer.

“I’m yours.”

“I want you.”

your eyes were his weakness, his entire body buzzed with tension as muscles were tightening before he got to take his time with you. his palm was placed on your tits, massaging as his other hand traces your delicate skin. his touch felt surreal, each symbolized a surge of ache — an addicting feeling you never want to let go.

“i want to taste you, baby.” his voice escaped with a breathy tone, his lips leave yours but only to trail down your body with tenderness. his hands play with your nipples while his lips skims through the outline of your jaw, the valley of your neck and along your collarbone, leaving a lingering path of affection as he kisses you non-stop. until he pauses, slowly unraveling your pants as he gently grips the fabric pulling it down swiftly like he’s practiced this.

till you’re left with only panties.

he removes your undergarments, leaving them on the cold wooden floor.

your pretty pink pussy all laid out, like a five star meal being served all for him. he felt his mouth watering at the sight, pupils dilating with the look of starvation. his pulse was fluttering, the nerves were thrumming out of control like you were the most delicious thing he’s ever seen.

you feel his hot breath, hovering over your pulsating pussy. each breath sends a jolt of electricity through your body, buzzing with intensity. he gazes up at you, giving you a cold, devouring stare. glimmering with pure control, a glance of unwavering dominance, almost as if he was gonna eat you up. literally.

his gaze alone already tells you what you need to know. an appeal plastered on his face has you feeling small and all ready for him. his hands grip the meat of your thighs, feeling like pillows under his hands as he pulls you closer with such possessiveness, nails seeping into your skin with such a deadly grip like he was glued to you.

he pays attention to every curve of your thighs, putting his focus on everything, leaving nothing unattended. he pampers your thighs with small light pecks, gradually getting closer and closer to your hungry pussy.

finally, his face is aligned with your plump pussy lips, the same ones he was dreaming about and the moment he was waiting for, which felt like minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days — now he has you, under him, breathless with unspoken desire. he places a light kiss on your pussy, causing you to flinch in response. he smirks against you, your sudden reaction makes him crave more. light kisses quickly turned into fully making out with your core. sloppy, wet kisses along your pussy lips, teetering between licking a strip of your slick while you were dripping underneath him, aching for more. you were becoming a moaning mess for him which was music to his ears.

he’s been waiting for this moment. he didn’t know how long he could contain himself until he fully broke.

his mouth was sending you to frenzy, a high that you didn’t know you could enter. his tongue was warm, inviting. your body tingles as he drags it all around your pussy, saliva mixing with your juices, making you wetter than before.

his tongue was against your clit which made it unbearable with the pressure making it more intense.

“fuck!” your head was thrown back, fingers clutching the bed sheets so tightly as you whimper. his tongue was pleasuring you expertly — swishing, swirling, curling, sucking every last bit of you like he hasn’t eaten in days. then suddenly, he pushed his tongue into your throbbing entrance, your hand immediately swats to his hair, grabbing a fistful of his soft locks. he hisses, but he was loving every second of it.

your thighs were clamping on him, suffocating as he kept eating you but he didn’t care. his mind was boggled with erotic images of you, the way you taste under his tongue, the way your body fully succumbs to him, obeying every command.

your velvety walls were sucking his tongue in, not letting him go. he groans beneath you, sending a wave of vibration through you as your moans become broken and hoarse every time your lips part. he was digging deeper, tickling all of your sensitive spots like it’s a natural instinct. the sounds of slurping was reverberating around the room, overlapping with your moans. his motions were timed, calculated yet it was sloppy, desperate and aggressive. his desperation fueled his aggression — playing around with your sensitive bud, sucking hard on your clit as he wanted to see you crumble, fall apart.

and your sounds were only fueling his hunger even more.

“fuck baby, you taste so good.” he mumbles, heavy with lust. he sees you trembling. were you getting close?

the grip on his hair was getting tighter, your thighs were clenching so hard around him, he feels like his air supply was about to cut off.

“e-eric, i-i’m getting close.” you shriek, he smirks once again, but this time, it was different. maybe it’s the way your eyes are getting glossy from the overwhelming pleasure but the way he looks right now, made you go hysterical.

he was taking his sweet time, savouring the flavour of your slick like you were a lollipop. teasingly, slow deliberate movements as it coats his tongue, alternating with each flick and stroke. he was not letting you breathe, your thighs were trembling uncontrollably. as much you try to hold yourself stable, you couldn’t — not when this overstimulating heaviness was clouding your entire body. “cum on my tongue baby” he mutters against you, his voice was dark, stern, commanding.

shit.

“m’gonna c-cum!” you moan loudly with eyes clenched shut, holding onto his hair for dear life.

his tongue flicking faster as your body shifts aggressively on the bed. his grip was getting firmer, trying to keep you stable. your muscles are taut, you feel your orgasm slowly approaching, taking over your body. your voice was constrained, it felt like if you uttered another sound — nothing would come out.

you came, pools of your juices were overflowing your hole like they were coming in currents. sweat beading across your forehead, your muscles were strained and your eyes were tearing up, drops streaming down your face from the pleasure.

he catches pools of your slick, flowing on his tongue like syrup. drinking in every last bit, not letting a single drop go to waste. he wipes his mouth with the leftover juice smothered all over his lips with the tip of his tongue licking the corners of his mouth until none was left. he was breathing raggedly like he just won a race of who can chug a bottle of water in one go.

“that chocolate bar you bought, what the hell was in it…” was he serious….? oh my god! he was serious.

“babe…those were aphrodisiac chocolates….” your voice, quiet, almost a whisper while still catching your breath.

he looks at you with a confused expression, his brows furrow together, not a single thought retorts in his mind.

“they were sex chocolates. that’s why you’ve been acting like....that.” you sigh as you gestured to all of him.

“ohhhh….oh.”

maybe you should warn him next time.

“well you up for another round?” his eyes sparkle with glimmer of anticipation while giving you puppy dog eyes.

or maybe you shouldn’t buy the chocolate again.

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a message to you all,

hi everyone, sae here! first and foremost, i’m in complete shock that every single one of you has been showing so much love and support for my first fanfic. like that’s absolutely crazy! honestly, you guys are so sweet and thank you for giving me a fresh start as i continue to build this platform of mine.

let’s just say i am working on two projects right now……🤪

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i’ll be honest that the whole jake idea was something i wrote for fun and i decided to post it and see what happens. and holy shit y’all are crazy.

as a little intro for the people who do follow me, i’m very diverse with who i write about, so definitely expect more than jake for sure.

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lolliloopsy · 30 days ago

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UMM HOLY SHIT???!!! wow, i never expected this fic to get so much attention. i'm glad y'all enjoyed it! thank you all 🤍

C'MON JUST 7 MORE MINUTES .ᐟ

you’re stuck in a closet with jake playing 7 minutes in heaven. who knows what might unfold….

pairing ⫘ simjaeyun x fem!reader warning ⫘ 18+, smut, mdni, dry humping/grinding, fingering, sub!reader, explicit content, domjake! word count ⫘ 2.7k

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“you’re paired up with jake.”

the door closes, a faint click as you hear the knob lock in place. you hear the sounds of chatter slowly dissipating away.

cramped, suffocating, tight, the air you felt was only the breaths of you and him. the closet had limited space between your body, every part of the room was occupied by yours and his. you couldn’t move around a lot with the amount of space you had especially since you weren’t alone. you tried your best to remain still as you held your breath with eyes closed, lips formed in a line, not believing the situation you’re in. not a single word escaped through your lips; just the sounds of shuffling and shifting as you try to adjust yourself into a comfortable position.

the room was filled with a profound stillness, broken by the muffled music located downstairs. 7 minutes. 7 minutes. the silence between you and him writhed with unspoken tension as your back was pressed against his chest.

the room was dark, your bodies hidden in the shadows. light radiating from the crack of the threshold was the only source of illumination. each second stretched, thick with desire. his presence felt daunting, enveloping a warmth that sinks into your skin with the sudden heat rising up your body causing you to feel overstimulated. and what made it worse was that you couldn’t move at all. a slight move, shift or graze – your body would caress against his.

when the bottle landed on you, a smile crept on his lips, symbolizing a thousand messages that lingered your thoughts yet, still unknown, teasing you with unspoken signals. he was unreadable. you thought your eyes were deceiving you, he thought of you only as a friend. only as a friend.

in your mind, jake was nothing more than a friend you met through a mutual acquaintance. it was a “small crush”.

“shit, it’s so hot in here.” jake runs his fingers through his silky locks, frustrated by the amount of space in this closet. the distance between you was non existent, with subtle movements, your bodies would collide against each other. to think, there was barely any room to move or even think. entrapped in such a confined space, feeling like a bird in a cage. not only that, the air hung heavy with heat — the fabric on his skin felt asphyxiating, generating a slight dampness to appear on his skin which caused his garments to stick onto his body.

it was tight, leaving barely any distance between you and him. he could feel your ass brushing up against him through his clothed heat. he swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat as he could feel the warmth through your clothes. your skirt inching higher, slowly revealing your thighs as you shifted uncomfortably, teasingly creeping up with each subtle movement. but your attempts were futile.

until you felt something. something hard. firm. like a rock.

you squirm, suddenly, his hands were on you, his breath hitching. your body stiffens. that’s when you realize.

“fuck…” he mutters under his breath. he was panting. chest rising and falling as he tried to stabilize himself from the pressure of your ass pressing up against him. his voice, low. dark. laced with something heavy. the way it curls into your ears, a thirst for something more, a thirst of need.

you felt the hairs on your skin rise up. your eyes widened, your heart thumping in your chest as it beats at an uncontrollable rate.

you could feel him — the heat of his body pressed up against you, his unstable breaths fanning up against your neck, wisps of hair falling slightly onto his face, covering his eyes but not completely. eyes with a look of aching desire with his reverent feather-light hands rested on your waist, squeezing firmly but with care.

his hardness was seeping through his pants, aching to be touched. with every move you make, his grip on you tightens — his fingers flinch on your waist as they seep deeper into your skin, leaving imprints of both pleasure and pain. “s-stop moving so much” he released a groan, body trembling with every breath escaping through his parted lips, sending a deep wave of pleasure to rush over you as you feel your core getting hotter with each stimulation. the roughness of his tone sends shivers down your spine. every sensation rippling through your body while his chiseled frame brushes over you.

“sorry, there’s not much room...” your voice was barely a whisper. his eyes trails your frame, finally stopping at your lower limbs, the plumpness of your thighs squishing up beneath him makes him swallow hard. he could see your panties as your skirt continues to ride up your ass, a pink lacey pair, decorated in a cute silk bow, tinted with a baby pink shade. cute. did you wear this just for him?

the scent of your perfume, overwhelming his senses as your body freezes in place. you smelled delicious, sweet. a velvety fragrance of honey with notes of vanilla and coconut engulfing your body. he wonders if you taste just as tempting as you smell.

and you definitely didn’t use your good perfume to smell good for him or wear this ridiculously short skirt hoping you could catch his attention.

was it obvious?

“you know i’ve seen the way you look at me.” the sudden voice cuts through the awkward tension, your body freezes at his voice. oh.

your heart beats even faster, it’s so tense, it rings through your ears.

“w-what?” the words escape from your lips, weak, uncertain. you mutter a curse under your breath as you feel anxious, worried what might unfold.

he smirks. he knows you’re playing dumb. you could barely form words like your brain short-circuited mid-thought. the way he watched your body crumble when you finally realized what he was getting at. a cocky grin appeared on his face, he knows you're a smart girl so why deny it?

“you’re not very good at hiding it.” the tone, spiked with arousal.

your breath catches in your throat, trying to form words but your stutter gets the best of you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” no matter how you try to save yourself, he knows. knows everything. the way you stare at him, only him, whenever you and your friends would hang out with his group. and when he would speak to you, you would stumble on your words, refusing to make direct eye contact with him. all flustered, flushed, full of panic.

at first, you tried to overcome it, telling yourself that he didn’t feel the same way. but overtime, your feelings for him kept growing every time you saw him. at times, you would doze off, your mind creating filthy images of him. imagining him under you, looking at you with a dark, ravenous gaze that would send shivers down your spine.

he’s had a fair share of girlfriends in the past that you had to witness. and you always felt envious of them.

too many moments where you had to watch how he would shower with affection, portraying as the best boyfriend like he was god’s gift to women. you would analyze the way he’d gaze with a look of love, a look of admiration while his eyes trail across their features, slow and deliberate with a flicker of spark in them.

how you wish that was you.

you’ve had dreams, fantasies about this man. wouldn’t be too controlling, would be soft and gentle with you like you’re the most fragile thing in existence, would know how to pleasure you in all the right ways — your thighs would clench at just the thought of him, playing with you, your folds tightening around him, submitting to every touch as he would smirk with those same plump lips you’d wish was against you, marking you as his territory.

and when you’re alone, your mind would wander with the memory of his voice – velvety, smooth, sultry every time he would speak. everything would feel like a blur. the way he effortlessly always looked beautiful, evoking with unspoken confidence that leaves an unsettling ache in your stomach that only he could fill. you always found yourself, touching at the thought of them, wishing your fingers were his. teasing you with such ease, praising you, telling you that you’re a good girl as you squirm around his fingers.

you wanted him. no matter how much you tried to shrug it off, deep down — this was more than just a small crush.

and he knew that.

“oh, so you wouldn’t mind if i just….” he pulls you closer, leaning against his chest with the heat of your bodies fusing with each other. his breath ghosts over your skin, heavy and heated while you shudder beneath him.

“why hide it, baby? we both know you want this.” your lips slightly ajar, drawing a sharp gasp to escape as he slowly lifts up his knee, parting your legs apart, smoothly with practiced ease like it’s a second nature. one of his hands slides past your curves while the other is glued to your waist. he hooks a finger on the waistband of your skirt, gently letting it fall like a feather as it stops beneath your feet. your eyes dart below, tracing every movement of his hands pressing against your skin like he’s analyzing you on how your body reacts at the slightest touch.

every movement was calculated, smooth, making you hypersensitive to the bone. nerves thrumming, awakening every fiber of your being, your stomach rising and falling with each breath.

your body was on fire, jolting at every touch as he handled you with such care. each touch felt like fire on your porcelain skin, a lingering warmth of his own pleasure, dragging it as he knew you would squirm under his touch. your pulse quickening. his fingers were rubbing against your clothed pussy, in circular motions as you let a whimper slip. “jake…” you’re squirming as your eyes are closed shut, releasing a breathy moan. you could feel a smirk over his lips, hovering over you but not exactly touching. “look how your body reacts to me…” he coos. his voice is dark and rich, signaling that he’s enjoying this as well.

you feel his hot breath brushing the curve of your ear, so warm, so inviting. it makes your entire body tense.

as moments slip away, he peels your panties off with such grace as you feel the warm breeze between your legs. not a thought or a breath processes through your mind, he doesn’t let hesitation stop him as he inserts one in, your juices coating his finger. “mmmffph!” you whimper as he curls his finger while your gummy walls tighten around it. he glances down, he sees you trembling as his fingers caress your sweet hole, bringing you close to your climax. inch by inch, your body betrays you, telling the opposite of what you feel. he expects you to deny everything, push him away, tell him he was wrong.

but all he sees is desperation, a complete mess under him. the same kind of desire he yearns for you.

the air between you grew heavier as his fingers were expertly pleasuring you. your soft thighs were clenching around him, trembling while you felt your legs start to lose their strength. “shit..you’re so wet, baby.” he chuckles.

he slides a second finger with precision. you gasped, your muscles tensing, throwing your head back against his shoulder, making it too much to bear. you tried to fight the moans projecting out of you but it felt so good. for a second, the world felt like a blur, an epitome of essence you’ve entered. you were so lost in your own pleasure, your mind couldn’t process a thought, your reflexes were delayed, it took you a second to fully process what was happening as a faint knock was heard through the door.

“hello?”

your eyes shot up, you panic, you glance over your shoulder to see jake. not a flicker of worry crossed his face, no fear, no hesitation — just casual.

“anybody in here?” waiting for an answer.

silence. no answer.

you feel your anxiety rise up to the brim, you’d expect jake to stop but he doesn’t.

“hellooooo?” you hear the door close, footsteps thudding against the hardwood floors, getting louder as he searches across the room. each step booming through your ears, surging with apprehension, a warning lingering through the air.

jake sets a relentless pace with his fingers pumping in and out of you causing you to shriek.

“eep!” shit. jake immediately puts a hand over your mouth. the shadow stops in his footsteps, pivoting while he pauses for a moment, slowly strumming towards the door “hello..?” his shadow crept closer, stretching through the floor, swallowing the light with every step.

you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think the suspense made you feel excited. the adrenaline rolling through your veins. jake was enjoying this as well, so much, that he didn’t slow down, if anything he went faster. tickling your weak spot with coarseness, building a rhythm that had you aching, crumbling until you fully broke. in response, your walls were clutching so tight around him with an intensity that was almost possessive. each curl was met with a tight, velvety grip that your body refused to let go. he had this technique that you couldn’t comprehend — like how he knows what makes you break, or what makes you feel so good. each spot that he was hitting made you flinch like a muscle memory awakening, like he knew exactly where to touch, how to curl his fingers to hit that spot to make you squirm under him. it was intoxicating. the pressure, excitement. if someone saw you right now, god what would they think?

the shadow edged closer until it stopped, right in the front of the door. you held your breath as jake’s hands were still over your mouth. fuck you were getting close.

the knob jambles, a soft, almost imperceptible click — the sound of the lock yielding under his hand, gently hovering over it before he fully grasps it, and opens. please god, don’t open the door.

your whole body tenses up as you clench your eyes shut, lips pressed together tightly, sucking in all the air, trying to hold back a breath and a sound to escape.

until.

“hey dude, you in here?” a faint voice comes from outside the room. you hear the door click open, the soft muffled music breaks the stillness — blaring yet deafening beats erupting, breaking the quietness. “bro I’ve been looking everywhere for you, what are you doing here?”

“nothing, I was just using the bathroom”

“well come back, everyone’s looking for you.” his voice caught with exasperation, lingering with distinct patience.

“yeah, ok!” you hear a sight hesitation in his tone

the silhouette lingers for only a breath, then slowly melts from your vision. the door abruptly closes. jake’s hand drifts away from your mouth with the softest brush. you let out the most exaggerated moan until your voice was barely a whisper.

“f-fuck!” you came, dousing his fingers in your slick. he slowly eases his fingers out of your aching cunt, ropes of your slick gradually slide down your thighs, revealing the mess you’ve made. it was proof of how wrecked you were for him. you catch your breath, chest rising and falling, deep breaths, consuming every ounce of air like it was your only source to live. you’re exhausted, your body felt like jelly as you struggled to even stand, let alone breathe.

the tension was thickening as time slipped by.

but jake was still not satisfied. he needed more.

he sees the mess he’s created of you — your thighs trembling, your hair clung to your face, damp with sweat and tangled from the chaos. the way you’re breathing heavily as you try to regain your composure. he chuckles, “oh, you thought this was over? c’monnnn just 7 more minutes.” his voice, dripping with anticipation, aching with desire. you swallowed thickly, trying to push the feeling down but it only lingered, stuck, completely still.

were you dreaming? you never thought that you would have sex with your crush, hell this whole game felt like a dream.

his smirk darkens, the sound of his belt unbuckling begins to ring through your ears.��oh boy.

if only you knew that this entire game was planned by jake.

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lolliloopsy · 1 month ago

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C'MON JUST 7 MORE MINUTES .ᐟ

➤you’re stuck in a closet with jake playing 7 minutes in heaven. who knows what might unfold….

pairing ⫘ simjaeyun x fem!reader warning ⫘ 18+, smut, mdni, dry humping/grinding, fingering, sub!reader, explicit content, domjake! word count ⫘ 2.7k

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“you’re paired up with jake.”

the door closes, a faint click as you hear the knob lock in place. you hear the sounds of chatter slowly dissipating away.

in your mind, jake was nothing more than a friend you met through a mutual acquaintance. it was a “small crush”.

until you felt something. something hard. firm. like a rock.

you squirm, suddenly, his hands were on you, his breath hitching. your body stiffens. that’s when you realize.

you felt the hairs on your skin rise up. your eyes widened, your heart thumping in your chest as it beats at an uncontrollable rate.

and you definitely didn’t use your good perfume to smell good for him or wear this ridiculously short skirt hoping you could catch his attention.

was it obvious?

“you know i’ve seen the way you look at me.” the sudden voice cuts through the awkward tension, your body freezes at his voice. oh.

your heart beats even faster, it’s so tense, it rings through your ears.

“w-what?” the words escape from your lips, weak, uncertain. you mutter a curse under your breath as you feel anxious, worried what might unfold.

“you’re not very good at hiding it.” the tone, spiked with arousal.

your breath catches in your throat, trying to form words but your stutter gets the best of you.

he’s had a fair share of girlfriends in the past that you had to witness. and you always felt envious of them.

how you wish that was you.

you wanted him. no matter how much you tried to shrug it off, deep down — this was more than just a small crush.

and he knew that.

every movement was calculated, smooth, making you hypersensitive to the bone. nerves thrumming, awakening every fiber of your being, your stomach rising and falling with each breath.

you feel his hot breath brushing the curve of your ear, so warm, so inviting. it makes your entire body tense.

but all he sees is desperation, a complete mess under him. the same kind of desire he yearns for you.

“hello?”

your eyes shot up, you panic, you glance over your shoulder to see jake. not a flicker of worry crossed his face, no fear, no hesitation — just casual.

“anybody in here?” waiting for an answer.

silence. no answer.

you feel your anxiety rise up to the brim, you’d expect jake to stop but he doesn’t.

jake sets a relentless pace with his fingers pumping in and out of you causing you to shriek.

the shadow edged closer until it stopped, right in the front of the door. you held your breath as jake’s hands were still over your mouth. fuck you were getting close.

your whole body tenses up as you clench your eyes shut, lips pressed together tightly, sucking in all the air, trying to hold back a breath and a sound to escape.

until.

“nothing, I was just using the bathroom”

“well come back, everyone’s looking for you.” his voice caught with exasperation, lingering with distinct patience.

“yeah, ok!” you hear a sight hesitation in his tone

the tension was thickening as time slipped by.

but jake was still not satisfied. he needed more.

were you dreaming? you never thought that you would have sex with your crush, hell this whole game felt like a dream.

his smirk darkens, the sound of his belt unbuckling begins to ring through your ears. oh boy.

if only you knew that this entire game was planned by jake.

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