#do u see jake’s veins

[yunsies]

logged back in just to talk ab this

[yzzyhee]

love bite — sjy

bf!jake x gf! reader

warnings: established relationship, suggestive (minors dni), kissing/making out?, biting, marking, grinding, hair pulling, petnames (baby) , smallcases written work

wc: 930~

synopsis: your boyfriend’s collarbone makes you give dracula a small run for his money

a/n: i actually wrote for a second time. wow. it had to be done… anyway! genuinely don’t know what i did nor do i want to know anymore 😃 but this is mainly for myself bc i can’t either bite his or my wife’s collarbone so @ja3yun, angel, this one is for you. i wish to do to u what yn did to jakey 🙂‍↕️ or i just want jake idk anymore send help but anyway feedbacks are appreciated 🧛

“stop staring.”

“hm?”

“yn.”

you smile innocently at your boyfriend as he gives you a pointed look. to be honest, you have been staring at him — specifically his collarbone that is currently peaking from under his hoodie.

“can you please focus?”

oh, right. jake’s been trying to explain to you the material from the latest physics class but you seem to lose your focus. and how could you not? his pretty, kind of — definitely — suckable collarbone is just sitting there, waiting for you to bite on… you’re just a girl after all.

“let me bite you.” you say suddenly and for a second your eyes widen, surprised that you actually voiced your thoughts.

jake tilts his head and looks at you with a curious look. you’re not usually the dominant one in the relationship, always letting him to take the lead in your intimate moments.

although his focus should remain on the task at hand, your outburst has diverted him into your way of thinking and now his thoughts are filled of your soft lips on his skin and the way you look at him sends a small shiver down his spine as heat courses through his veins.

he leans back against the headboard of his bed, his hoodie somehow slipping a little further down his shoulder, exposing more of that collarbone you’ve been eyeing so intently.

“you want to bite me?” he asks, voice low, almost teasing.

you bite your bottom lip and nod, feeling confident now that you sense the desire in his voice.

“just a little bit.” you murmur, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips as you move closer to him and let your fingers brush against the fabric of his hoodie, tugging it down more to expose that tempting, just so tempting skin of his.

jake’s breath hitches as he watches you. it’s not like you to be so forward and that contrast between your usual shyness, submissive attitude versus this sudden boldness is making his heart race. he doesn’t stop you when you press your lips to his collarbone, slowly kissing the exposed skin. your teeth graze him without notice and he feels a jolt of electricity run through him.

“yn…” he breathes out, his hands instinctively finding your waist, pulling you closer as your lips work their way along his collarbone. the softness of your lips kissing, tongue peaking out to lick at his skin and the nip of your teeth is driving him insane, each touch of yours going straight to his dick as he feels himself getting hard.

you’re so focused on him, lost in the sensation of his warm skin beneath your mouth that you barely notice the way his hands tighten around you, pulling you into his lap and making you straddle him.

you let out a small gasp, feeling his hard on pressing into your core. his hands make their way to your back, lowering you completely on him.

you detach yourself from his collarbone and move to look at him. your breath halts as you see him looking at you with darkened eyes and slightly parted lips. he drops his gaze on your glossy lips, touching them slowly with his thumb. you part them, biting down on his finger.

his eyes seem to darken even more, his lips crashing against yours, hungry and demanding. his hands find the hem of your shirt and he doesn’t even think twice before he pulls it over your head.

he breaks your kiss to look at you and you suddenly feel a bit shy under his gaze as he’s taking you in, staring as if you’re the beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

you take advantage of him staring at you and you take control to reach the zipper of his hoodie, your fingers brushing against his chest as you pull it down, revealing more of the skin you’ve been craving.

you lean in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, revelling in the way his breath comes in short gasps and the way his grip on your waist tightens.

“baby, you’re driving me insane…” he groans, his voice strained and filled with a kind of desperation that feeds into your ego and makes you start rocking back and forth slowly on him.

you smile at his words, enjoying the effect you have on him. “i like driving you insane.” you whisper against his bone and feeling brave, you give him small kitten licks along it.

he swallows thickly as your kisses move slowly higher, settling on a spot just near his pulse, feeling it pounding. you let your lips part against his skin as you begin to suck gently, your tongue flicking against him and teeth biting into as you work on leaving him with your mark.

jake moans again and bucks himself up into you. the sound spurs you on and you suck and bite a little harder, feeling his heartbeat quicken. as you pull back you’re greeted by the sight of a dark mark blossoming on his skin and you smile in satisfaction.

his hands glide up your back, fingers threading into your flowing hair. with a firm grip, he gently tugs, tilting your head back to expose your neck and the curve of your chest, barely covered by your bra. he leans closer, his warm breath hovering over your skin. his lips graze your collarbone, pressing a slow, lingering kiss before his tongue begins to trace along the delicate ridge.

“my turn to bite," he murmurs with a cheshire-cat grin, and you've never been more grateful for giving voice to your desires.

[spideyriki]

oh man if u could so sub hybrid!hee or jake i’d love u forever … ur kitty jungwon one was so good !!! looking forward to more stuff from ur blog :D

puppy boy!

pairings: sub!jake x dom!reader

c. warnings: hybrid puppy!jake, mommy kink, pegging, drooling, collars, finger sucking + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1.3k+

a. note: i'm so so sorry, anon, for how long overdue this was :(( i hope you like it tho, feedback n reblogs r always appreciated <3

it was late in the night and you were still busy doing your assignments, jake had supposedly gone off to bed hours ago.

"mommy", jake's small voice called out to you, snapping you out of work trance. you hum out confused as you turn around and see jake looking at you, an adorable pout adorning his face and his pretty pink collar still securely around his neck.

"what's wrong, jakey?",

jake's big puppy eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears, his puppy ears laying flat on his disheveled hair. unable to resist, you open your arms to invite jake to sit on your lap. in an istant, jake planted himself on your lap, the sound of his little bell from his collar jingling at how quickly he ran into your lap. despite his tired face, his tail wagged happily as your hand gently ran up and down the small of his back and his face burried in my neck.

"hurts, mommy...", jake whined out quietly.

"what hurts, pup?" you ask, concerned. jake's face flushed and he hid deeper in your neck, as his little puppy ears twitched. jake's hand gently holds your wrist, shyly guiding it down to his crotch and oh.

it was a miracle how you hadn't noticed how hard jake was earlier when he walked into your office, considering the large bulge his pajama shorts were barely covering. you coo at jake before your wrist palmed his covered erection, moving in small circular motions. at your teasing touch, jake lets out a pitiful whimper, subconsciously bucking his hips up into your touch.

"mommy, please fuck me...", jake's pout deepened as he continued grinding into your palm, his tongue mouthing your neck, letting his saliva coat your skin as a purple mark forms there for him to admire after.

you let him continue his ministrations for awhile longer until you notice his hips desperately bucking up into your palm and his hands travelled all over your body until he finally reaches up to squeeze your breast, a whine is ripped out of him as jake feels his orgasm approaching.

"i've barely done anything puppy and you're already such a mess", you taunt.

jake's cheeks flushed a red hue, his drool sliding down your neck, unshed tears brimming at his big puppy eyes and at some point, jake's hips had changed into a humping motion, trying to chase as much friction as possible.

at all the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm, you pull your hand away from his clothed dick, depriving him of his much needed release.

"mommy!", jake cries out. his eyes that were previously closed shut, jutting open to look at up at you as tears threaten to fall.

you quickly shush him and rub up and down his back in an attempt to soothe your puppy. your fingers reach to pull down his pajama pants, jake lifting his hips to help ease you. as the garment is removed, his throbbing cock jumps out, smacking his stomach. his tip an angry red as precum glistened on his slit, a drop of precum gathers and falls down the side of his long length, down a prominent vein. jake bites his lip as your thumb swipes at his slit, gathering his precum on it before bringing it up to your lips to wrap your tongue around the digit, humming out slightly at his taste, your beautiful eyes never once leaving his.

as you release your thumb, you usher jake off your lap. another sad whimper exits your puppy at the loss of your close proximity.

"take off your clothes, pup", you instruct jake as to which he quickly obeys. while jake, hurriedly strips himself, you clear your desk and reach in the drawer drawer to pull out jake's favourite strap.

by the time you turn back to face jake, he's completely nude. his pretty cock standing proud against his stomach, hard and aching. a small smile etches onto your face at jake's eagerness, his tail continuing to wag happily.

your fingers tap the desk once, immediately jake is bent over your desk, his back arched and resting on his forearms, just as you've trained him to.

reaching up, you ruffle his hair, "good boy, jakey", you praise, his ears perking up at the praise as he mumbles a shy thank you.

your hands roam all over his body, stroking from his shoulders to his slim waist before finally reaching his ass. gently you squeeze and massage his cheeks, rubbing the skin softly before your finger circles around his tight hole which flutters around nothing.

slowly, you push a finger in. his hole practically swallowing your digit. gently you gradually add more fingers into jake to stretch him out. as you begin to thrust your fingers into him slowly, jake whines out, rolling his hips back against your fingers.

"mommy, puppy's already streched for you."

a small chuckle leaves you at his desperation. pulling out your fingers, you spit into your hand to lube up your strap.

once you deem your strap ready, your hands circle around jake's slender waist before pushing your large cock into his hole. a moan is ripped out of jake's throat as he feels you deep in him, his body and chest flushing. your body stilled as you waited for jake to adjust to your girth, not even a minute later jake's hips begin to move against you.

your fingers stroke his waist soothingly, as you admire the way his delicate hips move languidly along your cock, struggling to take in your full length. his ass cheeks jump at each of his own thrusts, desperate to feel all of you in him.

"you can go faster than this, can't you puppy?", you coo encouragingly at jake.

multiple whimpers resonate throughout the room as you watch him do all the work himself, his movements fastening.

finally taking pity on jake, you finally begin to thrust into jake. the tip of your cock hitting directly into his prostate, jake lets out a loud cry at the overwhelming pleasure.

your poor baby is a mess by now, big pretty tears rolling down his pink cheeks, a mantra of moans and 'mommy' leaving him. tongue lolling out of his mouth drooling all over himself and your desk as he pants.

"look at the mess your making, baby", reaching forward you shove two fingers into jake's mouth to which he immediately sucks on, gagging slightly as they reach the back of his throat.

at the new angle, your cock reaches into his hole deeper, repeatedly abusing his prostate. despite your fingers in his mouth, it does little to stop your puppy from drooling, his saliva rolling down your arm. muffled moans and whines alongside your groans and the sound of your skin against jake's rings through the room.

jake's throbbing cock hangs heavily between his thighs, droplets of precum falling onto your wooden floors at your hard and deep thrusts. your other finger, reaches up to pinch at his pink nipples, jake mewls around your fingers at the pleasure. more tears are streaming down his pretty face, his mind is only filled with the thoughts of you as you fuck him dumb.

his hands gently pull at your wrist, "mommy please, need to cum!", he hurries out before sucking on your digits once again.

you release his now puffy nipple and reach for his cock, stroking it quickly, in pace with your thrust.

"cum for mommy, puppy. be mommy's good boy."

at your words, your fingers toying with his cock and your cock continuously kissing his prostate, jake moans around your fingers. his back arching beautifully as his cock releases a nearly concerningly large amount of cum, your hand strokes him through his orgasm.

his moans now quietened down to whimpers from the strength of his release, your hips slowing before finally going still. you gently pull out of jake, removing your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting you.

immediately, praises fall out of you. jake lets you manhandle him gently until he's resting on your lap on your chair once again. a comforting hand patting over jake's back while pressing soft kisses wherever you can reach as he rests his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tightly, his tail wagging as he basks in your praise.

©spideyriki 🍉

[glitterjay]

hi can u do overstimulating enha hyung line 🤭

⭒ ovsertimulation, crying, praising, oet names, masturbation and head (m. receiving), denial or orgasm, various orgasms, sub!enha

⭒ c's note: ITS MY PLEASURE

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

heeseung is shaking, spasming as his dick is swollen and red. you're giving him the best head he has ever gotten in his life, but you're also being a menace. every time his moans get a lot higher and when his cock twitches in your mouth, you stop completely. you simply leave his dick with a pop, and he's desperately trying to get you to suck him off again to reach his high. it even comes to the point where he gets so sensitive his body is shaking nonstop, even your breath could make him cum.

jay.exe has stopped working. he's seeing stars on top of his head, his vision a little blurry either from tears or from the amount of rush going through his body at once. you told him he wasnt allowed to cum until you told him so, and he's been a good boy, but god he's about to explode. he's holding to that chair for dear life, the veins in his arms popping due to the amount of force he's using.

jake is a crying and whimpering mess. he has cummed more than twice by now and even two strokes could get him to cum again. he's gasping, hiccuping, begging you to spare him just once. he chokes on his own tears, desperately trying to get away from you and your hands, but he's so drained that all he can do is stay there like a loser.

sunghoon's head is thrown back as he hugs a pillow over it, muffling his sounds. you kept looking at him from your eyelashes as you deep throated his cock. his eyes rolled to the back of his head every time you gagged, and he cummed every time too. he's also crying, but you can't really see it because of the pillow, but you can definitely feel his hiccups through his dick.

© glitterjay | tumblr

[moon7jay]

please teacher heeseung x student reader..? 😩

Teacher heeseung who can't take his eyes off of you in class, gaze pivoted to you and how your skirt sits so temptingly on your plush thighs

Teacher heeseung who maintains eye contact when you smirk at him seductively, inching your skirt up and pushing your chest outwards, just for him to see

Teacher heeseung who doesn't miss your suggestive gestures in class, whether it be getting in trouble on purpose so that he can scold you or standing a little close to him just to look up at him with those seductive doe eyes "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again" But it will. It will happen again and again cuz something about the way he yells or reprimands you has u rubbing your thighs together. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by heeseung

Teacher heeseung who feels his pants tighten when you open your legs wide just to give him a glimpse of your bare pussy under the table, the sight so sinful it makes him ache in his jeans

Teacher heeseung who is aware that what he's doing is wrong but can't help himself from asking you to stay after class, pressing you against the black board, his hips snapping against u at an animalistic pace

Teacher heeseung who is so angry and frustrated, so done with your constant teasing and seduction that he's going harder than you expected. But it turns you on, your pussy leaking juices that drips down both of your thighs and soaks his balls

Teacher heeseung who presses you against every surface in the class, one leg up on the table, bent over backwards, missionary on the floor, mating press against the door-

It doesn't end

Teacher heeseung who is extra mean to you during class cuz he knows you like it, it makes you crave him more, the sex after class becomes more spicy when one of you is mad

Teacher heeseung who cannot get enough of your fresh, young pussy and the way it clenches around his hot, throbbing dick when he's buried deep inside

Teacher heeseung who loves being wrapped in your tight little pussy for hours after class, everyday, sometimes even two times a day when he's pushing you in the storage room between classes and pounding that hot cunt

Teacher heeseung who fucks your mouth like it's your cunt on days when you're on your periods cuz why should he compromise with the pleasure when you're willing to drop to your knees on his single command

Teacher heeseung who doesn't care that you are sore from yesterday, when his dick aches for your pussy he couldn't care less about anything else, taking you right on the classroom floor, groaning and moaning like an animal in heat

Teacher heeseung who passes you in all subjects with good grades, you just need to open your legs and give him your cunt to fuck whenever he wants it

Teacher heeseung who thinks it's all just sex but you have started to fall in love with him, his dick and body being the only thing which occupy your mind

Teacher heeseung who catches up on your obsession with him from the way that you stare at him dreamily during class, or extra efforts that u do such as bringing him lunch and complimenting his smile

Teacher heeseung who finds you cute but needs to put an end to this cuz he can't afford losing his job

Teacher heeseung who breaks your heart in two when he pushes you away and starts actively ignoring you in class, him being the first and only man you had actually fallen in love with left you distraught

Teacher heeseung who starts noticing when u start missing his classes, eventually stopping altogether, your empty chair bugging him in a way that is borderline obsessive

Teacher heeseung who loses his damn mind when he sees you sitting too close to another boy who he recognizes as jake from his class

Teacher heeseung who doesn't feel guilty when he's wrongfully failing jake cuz his veins are filled with nothing but hot anger and disdain. The sight of you smiling at another man driving him up the wall

Teacher heeseung who shows up at your house, finding the perfect opportunity when your parents aren't home, pushing you inside and taking you against the wall

Teacher heeseung who doesn't even prep you or give you a chance to protest before he's slipping inside your warm fuck hole and starts fucking

Teacher heeseung who is spewing filth, his cock hitting your cervix, bumping your womb painfully cuz of how deep he's fucking, reminding you that you belong to him and how he's gonna ruin jake cuz how dare he breathe the same air as you

Teacher heeseung who doesn't stop pounding in your wet heat even though u r begging him to stop, the overestimation getting to your head

Teacher heeseung who fucks you 5 more times in your own house until all you're capable of doing is babbling incoherent words

Teacher heeseung who groans "mine" in your ear before cumming inside of your abused cunt one last time. Marking his territory

[simpjaes]

Who do you think in enhypen has a folder of their own noods? LOL

SUNGHOON 100000000%. I don't fucking know what it is about him but he's so........like artsy without realizing it. like i just know he has a folder of perfectly composed dick pics that he has yet to send to anyone who matters enough to him. ain't no way he doesn't romanticize himself. like i think he looks in the mirror and is like "i feel good today" and will take nudes to hype himself up and save them just in case.

i also think jake has an array of not only nudes, but full on, sound on, cum videos. and i 100% think he sends the same video to multiple people because all he needs is a fucking nut.

i'd argue jay, but i genuinely don't think he'd even take nudes unless prompted, and even then it would be like 3 hours before you get any because he'd probably be a bit of a perfectionist with it. you got jake out here sending dick pics with a monster can next to it for size, meanwhile jay is over analyzing the vein he has running up his cock and the size of his bush and wondering if he should shave it bald or just trim........... heeseung, on the other hand, takes nudes for the hell of it and never intends to send them to anyone unless the situation arises. like.... someone: lemme see that dick heeseung: ok *sends one from months ago, face in full view with a different hair color" im doing it, are u?

on another note, all of them are probably prone to taking current jerk off videos if they're into it enough.

[jakesgoodgirl]

꣑୧ licking sunghoon veins - mdni

you were waiting for sunghoon to come over after his late dance practice, you already done w your night routine, shower done n dinner eaten. sunghoon always comes already feed n cleaned as he wants to spend his entire time for and with you when he comes n not on mundane chores. so as he arrives, he would take off his outside clothes n comes straight to find u in bed, i've missed you princess, he would tiredly say, as he climbs under the blanket. how was practice ? youd asked making him sleepy smile, im so tired, baby, he'd reply, his hands encircling you in a hug, is it okay if we just fall asleep baby ? youll tell me bout your day for breakfast, okay ? he would then add, kissing the top of you head. but as he tells you so, you saw his veiny hands, strocking affectionly your arm skin, slowly turning you on. as he slowly falls asleep, his rubs slowing, you couldn't stop but thinking about his veins full on display. hoonie ? lemme take care of you, you softly whisper as you move away from his grip, straddling his lap, wanting nothing more than to please him. he would just open his eyes, trusting you his whole soul, but still wanting see what you're plotting.

your lips wrapped around his finger, your tongue twirling around his tips, n his tiredness due to the dance practice, made everything feels overwhelming to him he could only close his eyes again, his breath deepening. as you slowly go up, licking his biceps, he'd relax further more and whimper fuck keep going, accepting his sweet fate. as you'd take off his tank top, he'd bring one arm over his face, getting comfortable as he thinks you'd suck him off, but you aren't done w his pretty veins yet. his chest n abs were all soon scared with your bites and saliva, while his dick remain untouched making him buck his hips, in the air, asking for attention. stay patient, sunghoonie, you'd tell him as you're done kissing his v line. please, princess, hed unlikely start to beg.

after taking his sweatpants n boxer off, his dick already hard, you can't help but stare at the full on display veins, that made you like this in the first place. it's not everyday you're in charge, and as he is clearly too tired to do anything, you can have your fun and tease him by only licking up the veins, ignoring his tip. so as you kitty lick his veins, his whimpers would get loud with lots of please y/n or fuck baby, his hips bucking in your hand, precum coming out of his tip. he would lose it when you only kitty lick his tip, forcing your head down as he bucks his hips making you gag, yeaah just like that. he'd keep his hand on your hand, but just resting, liking your dominant side a little. he'd like it so much, he would cum fast, n unannounced, him too tired to form words only hmms n aaaah coming out of his mouth.

notes : i never write anyone else but jake, but i love my @pockettwinzz bby so >< this is literally my first smut ever i'm shitting my pants >___<

[enwrites]

Silly Competitions (s.jy)

pairing: jake x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! (not proofread so sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: established relationship, kinda dom jake, cunnilingus (both male & female), slight power play if you squint, fingering, handjob, riding, creampie, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pls), jake calls reader pet names, slight ass eating i think (lmk if anything is missed!)

synopsis: you and jake bet on a silly competition to see who could overcome the other for a chance at dominance.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: a little something short and sweet while i work on my other pieces ;) been having a bit of jake on my mind and this scenario popped into my head, no pt2 for this one, just short and simple <3 hope u all enjoy~

[ masterlist ]

“Fuck Y/n,” Jake let’s out a groan. He squirms under you as you suck on the head of his dick. There was no way he was going to win this competition. You let him go with a pop, grinning to yourself as you stroke his shaft. Finally this was going to be the day you win.

This was his idea after all. 

Jake had insisted you both have this little competition to see who’d cum first. This was how the two of you ended up in this compromising position— 69’ing. He swore you’d never win anyways. So, he made a bet with you that whoever cums first, gets to do whatever they want to the other. No complaining whatsoever. He knew you’d cave in first, but what he didn't know was how determined you were to win. He tried his hardest to hold back as groans and moans left his mouth like some sort of mantra. 

Your little mouth drove him insane. He felt like he was going to explode any minute now, but he wasn’t going to give up easily. He was taken back to reality as you engulfed more of his length into his mouth, deepthroating him like your life depended on it. 

You wanted nothing more but to be able to take Jake your way for once. You were going to make it your mission to win as Jake always had his way. But he wasn’t going to let up easily. He pulls your ass down, back onto his face, licking from your clit all the way back to your asshole. A moan escapes your mouth, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, your eyes start to tear up. 

If this was any other day, you’d be cumming all over his tongue, riding your high on his mouth. You throw your head back as the pleasures of being eaten out courses through your veins. One thing you couldn’t deny was how amazing Jake was with his mouth, always being able to get you to cum so easily with just his tongue. 

He slaps your ass, pulling you in close as he moans into your cunt lapping up more of your juices, loving the way you perfectly sat on his face. Your body trembles a bit, you feel pure bliss. You bring your head back down to his cock, taking his tip back into your mouth, earning a loud moan from him. You knew his tip was his weak spot. 

“Come on Y/n, y-you know you want to cum so bad, just do it alrea— ahhh fuck,” you cut him off as you twirl your tongue around his tip. He starts to leak. You stroke his shaft, sucking on his head. Jake bucks his hip, making you take more of his cock in. Before you knew it, he sticks his finger into your hole as he leaves little licks on your clit. Groaning onto his cock, you stroke him even faster, hallowing your mouth, sucking his tip harder than before.

The sound of mouths sucking and slurping filled the room accompanied by moans and mewls. You were getting closer and closer to release as Jake inserted another finger into you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. No longer being able to take the immense bubble of pleasure building up within you, you needed to hurry and make him cum first. Jake pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he smirks deviously. He could tell you were getting closer to release. 

“J-Jake please… c-can’t take it anymore … need you to cum already,” you shakily let out, hand lazily stroking him in the moment. Jake chuckles, pulling away from your pussy, taking in the view before him. 

“You need me to cum? Baby you’re dripping… just cum for me already, I know you want to,” he said, you could feel his smirk through his voice. Pulling out of your trance, you spit onto his cock, using it as your makeshift lube, you stroke his shaft painfully slow. It was Jake’s turn to throw his head back muttering a “fuck”, his breathing turning heavy as he felt his climax approaching. Jake wasn’t going to let up easily though.

He wanted to feel your tight cunt around his cock and that was what he was going to get. 

Jake returns his attention back to your pussy as he continues to finger you, your juices dripping onto his face and down his neck. Everything about this being the filthiest he has ever felt and he wanted more. His fingers increase in speed as he feels you clenching around them. He knew you were close.

“Oh my god, Jakey~,” you moan as you practically start to ride onto his fingers. The competition no longer occupies your brain as you shove your ass back into Jake’s face signaling for him to go back to eating you out. Jake happily obliged, taking his fingers out and diving right back into you. He groans as you ride his face. Feeling the way you hump onto his face was enough to get him leaking again.

But that didn’t matter to you. You needed to cum. Jake takes you by surprise as he starts to suck on your clit, devouring every inch of your cunt. 

“Jake! I-I’m gonna cum!” you shout, grinding your pussy into his face harder than ever. He moans into your pussy, never once taking his tongue off of it. With one more grind onto his tongue, your orgasm surges through your body as you let out a loud moan following Jake’s name spilling out of your mouth over and over again like a broken record. You fall limp onto his body, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jake sits up slightly, moving your legs off of his chest, he pulls you into a hungry kiss. He pulls away, giggling at you as your face turns red from embarrassment. 

“Guess I win this time princess,” he cocks a sly grin at you. You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “You gonna be a good girl and ride this cock for me?” Without saying a word, you push the blond boy back onto his back, as you straddle him. Taking his cock into your hands, you rub his tip up and down your slit before sinking down onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet,” he coos at you. You put your hands onto his chest as you start to start to bounce up and down. Jake brings one of his hands up to your waist, gripping your side as his other hand makes his way up to your breast. He gives it a grope, watching you with lust filled eyes.

“God your tits look so good,” he groans, eyes rolling back. Not being able to handle the way your pussy clenches around, he pulls you down onto him as he fucks into you. His hand makes it way to your ass as he gives it a squeeze, pumping himself into you, so hard as the bed frame slams against the wall. You swore the bed was going to break any minute now. 

“Jakey~ please … harder,” you barely managed to let out. Jake pulls you into a messy kiss once more before pulling away, pounding at an animalistic speed into you. Your pussy creams around his shaft as he feels you clenching, suffocating his cock. He was so close. He moves his hand to your waist, holding you into place, your second orgasm brews within you as you can only let out incoherent words and moans.

“C-Cum in me Jakey,” you choked, tears falling from your eyes.

That was enough to drive Jake over the edge. He pounds mercilessly into you, skin slapping against skin. Overstimulated from your first orgasm, you scream as Jake pumps into you, causing you to squeeze around him, cumming all over his cock. He follows suit as you milk his cock, his cum filling you up as he groans out your name.

Slowly pumping in and out of you, he helps you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Your body trembles against him as you fall limp once more. He rolls the both of you over, now above you as he pulls out of pussy, his cum spilling out of your hole. He leans down, leaving kisses down your neck and back up to your mouth. Pulling away, he looks at you with a toothy smile as he starts to laugh. You hit his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him again. 

“Hmm maybe we should have these competitions more often, huh Y/n?” He giggles into your hair, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as well, melting into his hold. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, now are you gonna clean me up or what?” you cock your brow at him as he lets out a defeated sigh, getting up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel.

At the end of the day, Jake would do anything for you. You were his princess after all,  no matter what silly competition the two of you decided to have.

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[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know Part 1

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OFC

Summary: Jake and Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Mason (you) have been best friends since diapers. You’ve been there for each other every step of the way; middle school bullies, broken hearts, baseball games, grad school and the Navy. Jake’s shaken to the core when a mission goes south and he takes his medical leave at home, knowing you’re the only thing that’ll make him feel okay again.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI-this chapter doesn’t contain smut but future ones will, discussions of death and cancer, swearing, etc.

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Jake always thought the whole ‘life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die’ saying was bullshit.

But as his jet plummets toward the ground and smoke fills the cockpit, he realizes it’s true; with one exception.

Every memory features you.

The engine failure alarms serve as the background music to each one that flies by. On the first day of kindergarten when you took his hand to lead him inside because he was too scared to go in alone. Being each other’s first kiss the night before Becca Wilson’s birthday party since seven minutes in heaven was rumored to happen. The relieved smile when you found out you were allowed to play on the boy’s high school baseball team since there weren’t enough girls for softball. How you blushed at his whistle when you walked down the stairs in your prom dress. The way you melted when he handed you the black lab puppy you wanted so badly after grad school but couldn’t afford. Finally, the heart-wrenching sobs as he held you when cancer stole your mom 6 months ago. He never wanted to hear it again.

Will you cry like that if he dies?

“No,” he mutters, picturing your tears, your devastation.

Is it better or worse that you don’t know he’s in love with you?

“Hangman, I need you to eject,” your voice whispers.

His brow furrows. You’ve never called him by his callsign.

“Charlie?” He mumbles, unconsciousness fighting to pull him under.

“HANGMAN! EJECT!” Rooster screams, pleading over the radio.

He snaps out of it and adrenaline pumps through his veins when he sees the ground rapidly approaching.

Everything goes black when he pulls the ejection handle.

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“…recovery is at least 12 weeks. We’ll get you transferred to NHCP-“

“No. I’m going home,” Jake interrupts the doctor. He hates everything medical; between the needles, blood, fluorescent lighting, antiseptic smells, he feels like he could crawl out of his skin.

“Lt. Seresin, you’re going to need a lot of assistance. Help showering, stairs are out of the question, you can’t drive, daily physical therapy-“

“I know. I’ll have help at home and I know a great physical therapist,” Jake says in a tone that leaves no room for discussion.

The doctor hesitates before resigning with a sigh. “Alright. I’ll get the write the orders and finish your discharge paperwork so we can get you out of here.”

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A loud crash from your front porch has you sitting straight up in bed with a racing heart.

The hair on your dog’s (named Cash, after the Man in Black himself) back stands straight up as he growls low in his throat.

You slip out of bed and pick up the baseball bat you keep by your bed before creeping down the hall behind your dog.

“Charlie? It’s me,” Jake groans through the door. Cash relaxes when he hears Jake’s familiar voice and his tail starts to wag excitedly.

You drop the bat and throw it open. “What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?!” You laugh, but it dies when you see him on the ground. “Oh my God, Jake! What happened?! Are you okay?!” You gasp, crouching to help him onto his back. Cash stays back, sensing something isn’t right.

“I lost my balance on the step trying to juggle my suitcase and these fucking crutches,” he grits out, trying to right himself.

“Leave the crutches. I’ll hand them to you once I get you up. On three, okay? 1,2,3,” you say, hoisting him to his feet. Well, foot.

But before you can hand him the crutches, he wraps you in a tight hug with a choked sob.

“Oh Jake,” you whisper, tears prickling in your own eyes. You’ve only seen him cry a handful of times, and never like this.

You rub soothing circles on his back, only releasing him when he finally relaxes. “Let’s get you inside and off that leg.”

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“You look like awful,” you observe as you get him settled on your couch.

“Thanks,” he grimaces when you elevate his foot.

“What am I working with here?” You nod to his cast.

“Fractured the 2 bones in my lower leg. Nothing else is broken, I’m sore everywhere and my shoulders are pretty bruised too, but I was lucky.”

“You had to eject,” you conclude when he pulls his collar to show you the dark purpling.

“Yeah, in a heavily wooded area, hence the scratches on my face. I suppose it was a good thing though, slowed me down a little before I hit the ground.”

You bite your lip to stop the many questions on the tip of your tongue. He looks so exhausted, in pain, and not ready to talk about it yet.

“I’ll make us something to eat and I’m going back to sleep for a bit. You look like you could some too.”

He nods in agreement. “I haven’t slept in days…I just wanted to get home.”

“Well, now you are and can rest. I’ll be back in a few.”

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“Here, take these,” you hand him some over-the-counter pain meds and a glass of orange juice once he has some food in his stomach.

“Thanks, I’m sorry to drop in like this. I don’t-I didn’t think things through, I just needed to get out of that hospital-“

“It’s okay,” you interrupt, unable to watch him getting more and more anxious. “Really, Jake. You know I’m always here for you. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Charlie. So much,” he says, voice cracking. But he clears his throat and changes the subject. “This couch is amazing, but do you really need 50 pillows?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and roll your eyes. “Yes, I really do,” you say, smacking him gently with one of the said pillows before handing him the remote. “Wanna find something to watch while I throw these in the dishwasher?”

“Sure, thanks again.”

“Welcome,” you reply, ruffling his hair like you always have. It used to drive him crazy but now he relishes those touches.

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“Yessssss, Joe Dirt! I haven’t seen this in ages,” you say, throwing a blanket over him as you come back to the living room.

“We watched it last time I was home,” Jake says, giving you a look.

“Yeah, that was 5 months ago though,” you reply. Recalling why he was here.

Your mom had died early on a Tuesday morning. It was as peaceful as it could be when cancer ravishes someone so quickly. Cash was curled around your legs as you held one of her hands in yours, while Jake’s mom, Ruth held the other. Jake’s sister, Emma, played with the short hair that started to grow back when she stopped the chemo like she always did when she was little. Jake’s dad, Tom had a hand on her leg while he hummed ‘I’ll Fly Away’.

Jake’s family left once the funeral home took her body away after much convincing and reassuring that you were fine, and finally you could fall back into bed. That’s where you stayed for the next 18 hours until Jake found you, so empty and unlike yourself. He was on his way home when he found out Lisa had taken a turn for the worst, but she went downhill quicker than anyone expected. Your first tears fell as he climbed into bed and held you when the sobs wracked your body.

You’re not sure what strings he pulled but he stayed with you for 3 weeks. He helped you bathe and dry your hair the day of the funeral, making you smile when he said he couldn’t do make up. He held your hand at the service, and talked to everyone who approached to give their sympathies so you didn’t have to. He cleaned up her room, packed her clothes into totes, and arranged for the hospital bed to be taken away so you didn’t have to look at it.

“You could go years without watching it and be able to recite it by heart with how many times we’ve seen this movie,” Jake sighs dramatically.

“It’s my favorite. Can you blame me? Look at that mullet.”

“That’s what does it for ya? Maybe I’ll have to grow one,” Jake jokes, lifting his head as you sit down and resting back down on your thighs. Cash jumps up on the other side, resting his head between Jake’s and your stomach.

“Don’t tease me, you’ll turn me on with that visual,” you laugh. “Can you do the white-trash facial hair too? That combination? Phew! Panty dropping!”

He looks up from your lap and laughs for the first time since the accident.

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The tension leaves his body as your fingers run through his hair, and he’s asleep within minutes.

Your chest tightens as you look him over; the dark circles under his eyes, a cut under his chin has stitches that will need to come out soon, the purple bruising by his shoulders when you shift his collar, and his leg swelling above the cast.

Yet he’s as beautiful as ever. He’s always been attractive-cute as a boy, hot as a teenager but downright mouth-watering as a man. You started to develop feelings in high school and hoped when you went your separate ways after that those feelings would fizzle out, but they didn’t. They were always simmering on the back burner with the absence, rising to the top with every reconciliation and boiling over when he took care of you 6 months ago.

You aren’t sure how Jake feels. He’s always been a flirt but sometimes you catch the heat in his eyes and the way he reaches for you before catching himself. As much as you long to find out, you aren’t willing to risk ruining your friendship.

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Jake’s choking, panicked gasps wake you a few hours later.

“Jake, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead before you think better of it.

His eyes fly open and his panicked gaze meets yours. Cash comes over and nudges Jake's hand with his nose, whining until Jake puts his hand on his head.

“Take some deep breaths with me. In…one, two, three. Hold…one, two, three. Out…one, two, three. Good Jake, again.”

You repeat it until his breathing regulates.

“Charlie, we need to talk. I need you…r help.”

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A/N: I think this is the first thing I’ve written without smut. Don’t worry, it’s coming. Sorry this was a little short, but it felt like a good stopping point.

Fun fact: Joe Dirt is the movie my husband and I watched the first time we hung out (back in 2009 🥴)

Every interaction is appreciated but I really like hearing what you think ☺️ Especially since this is the first time I’ve written something not based around smut haha.

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[midnight thoughts: sunghoon + heart eyes]

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader genre/warnings: fluff ! very cute very suitable 4 all audiences ! / not proofread, povs might be a bit confusing?? it's written in 2nd person/3rd person omniscient but also in hoon's pov kinda?? idk ,, i hope that's able to be understood lolol <///3, also LOVESICK HOON <////3 wc: 0.8k (i could've written more but i liked where this ended) a/n: this goes out to all my hoon stans (ESP my hoon biased moots bc ik there's a lot of u MWAH ILY PLS ENJOY this is my apology for never interacting) / i feel like this is a bit different from my normal writing style so i hope this little ramble-y mess suffices !! <3

park sunghoon is sharp; the slope of his nose is precise and pointed, his skin is even and supple while still resembling a cool block of ice, and the fiery soul of a phoenix reborn from its ashes is hidden away behind his frigid gaze. but, when he's with you—an uncharacteristic spell of heat courses through his veins; the blood under his cheeks seems to boil as they turn an embarrassing shade of vermillion, and the mystic bird is freed as you unlock the cage he has built around his heart. the way you hold him in your hands is gentle, the way you touch him is kind, and the way you kiss him makes him weak.

when he's with you, park sunghoon allows himself the chance to be soft. he melts like the chocolate sandwiched between two cozy graham crackers; his brain turns to mush, his thoughts are blurred at the edges, and his bones feel a bit too much like jello. sunghoon doesn't bother to uphold his "cool guy" reputation when you're around because he knows you prefer the real him—the one that stumbles over his words after seeing you in his clothes, the one that can't make it through watching the titanic without bawling, the one who still tries to cook for you despite almost cutting his thumb off with a mandoline slicer.

a fool, but yours nonetheless.

however, in spite of all this pure adoration sunghoon harbors for you, he still can't manage to will those eight, little letters from his plush lips. they feel too small as they sit and marinate in his mouth; he turns them over with his tongue, running the muscle along each syllable and tasting the overly saccharine residue they leave behind. they're not enough, he thinks, they never will be.

so, until he finds the right words, sunghoon settles for quiet moments like these. a wall of storms is rolling in from the coast; through the open window in the dorm's living room, the refreshing scent of impending rain spreads throughout the space. soft bouts of rumbling thunder become white noise that is almost enough to lull him to sleep, and the weight of your head in his lap evokes a certain peace that settles over every inch of his body. as sunghoon runs his fingers through your hair, he giggles to himself each time you snore on the inhale. there's a patch of drool seeping into the fabric of his joggers, but he can't bring himself to care; to sunghoon, you are perfect—in every sense of the word.

in the darkness, sunghoon's phone illuminates your napping figure; squinting, he sees that the boys have messaged the group chat, but truthfully, sunghoon is far more concerned that the vibrations might startle you out of your slumber. glancing down at you once more, he picks up the device to take a quick look at the messages.

[jake] twenty dollars that hoon's ogling y/n when we get back

[heeseung] do u even have to bet?

[jay] yeah i feel like it's kind of a given at this point

[sunoo] i just hope they're not on the couch .. i'm trying to cast the barbie movie to the tv ://

[jungwon] good luck......where Else would they be??

[niki] as long as they're not sucking face idc.....

[me] ok gross ... we r not Sucking Face u Child y/n's asleep on the couch, so don't be too loud when u get back

[jake] BOOOOO GET A ROOM !!!!!

[sunoo] UGHHH why can't u guys be a cute couple somewhere ELSE??

[heeseung] hoon's too in love ... Obviously

[me] stay jealous losers &lt;3

with a small flick of his thumb, sunghoon switches his phone to do not disturb and places it face down on the arm of the sofa. as he gazes down at you, his eyes are filled with an immeasurable amount of appreciation and fondness and gratitude. he finds solace in the sight of the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest; your deep breaths are a melodious sonata accompanied only by the sound of rain pattering against the living room window. sunghoon feels his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks it's a bit silly just how much of an effect you manage to have on him. he sits with his thoughts, staring at the wall before him; sunghoon ponders heeseung's text, and comes to the conclusion that the elder boy is right.

sunghoon is in love—with you, to be specific.

however, he decides that he's the perfect amount of in love with you.

slowly, the calloused pads of sunghoon's fingers graze over the planes of your face, traveling down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. gently, he traces countless, miscellaneous shapes into your flesh, hoping you can feel each and every one of the triangles and diamonds and hearts in your dreams. tenderly, he tugs the blanket that had slipped down to the taper of your waist back up to your clasped hands. quietly, sunghoon prays to the gods and asks for the courage to voice his emotions, despite knowing that there is no rush—there never is. not with you.

and after a moment, softly, sunghoon tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmurs, "i love you. more than you'll ever know, i love you."

[lewmagoo]

someone to watch over me | bob floyd

description: in which a secret service agent is willing to go to great lengths to protect that which is most precious to him

warnings: 18+ only, mention of guns, assassination attempt, forbidden love, american political system (this is a warning in and of itself ok), brief mention of vomiting, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight possessiveness

characters: au bob floyd x afab!reader, dagger squad but make them secret service agents

dt: @bradshawsbitch because she listened to me scream about this idea incessantly <3

You’re safe.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to break through your ribs and leap forth out of your chest. Your breathing was rushed, coming in quick bursts, panicked intakes as you tried to suck life-preserving oxygen into your lungs.

You’re safe.

You were safe. You knew you were. However, the events that had just happened moments prior still had you shaken, vibrating with terror. Tears had gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks, blurring your vision. 

You’re safe.

“I’m safe. No one can hurt me. I’m safe.” You kept repeating this chant, trying to convince yourself that it was true. But it was doing little to soothe the fear that was still surging through your veins, like a drug that had induced a bad trip.

There was only one thing that could calm you down. One person. But that person was on the other side of those secured doors, dealing with the situation that had risen. The situation that had put you in danger. 

You remembered so vividly the way you’d cried out his name. “Bobby!” And he was there in an instant, springing into action, throwing himself between you and the person who’d tried to get close to you. 

You were pushed back, sent into Bradley Bradshaw’s waiting arms as Reuben, Jake, and Bob intercepted the perpetrator. You knew you wouldn’t be able to see your Bobby, but that didn’t stop you from trying to search for him within the chaos.

“Keep your eyes ahead,” Bradley spoke in your ear. His arm was secured around your waist, his body protectively shielding your own. You were vaguely aware of Natasha and Mickey ahead of you, making sure the way was clear as you were ushered to the waiting car. 

You were practically thrown into the large black Escalade, and Bradley was right behind you, sliding into the seat beside you. You were buzzing with fright, hands trembling as you clutched at the edges of the leather seat. 

Your mind, however, was not on your own safety. It was on Bobby’s. Although you knew what a situation like this entailed, it was still a shock to your system to watch him spring into action. His sole job was to protect you, even if that meant laying down his own life to do so. 

But you didn’t want him to sacrifice his life for yours. You wanted him alive and in your arms. You wanted to hold him to your chest and run your fingers through his hair like you had done so many times before, pretending that his job wasn’t to keep you alive. Ignoring the cold, hard reality that there were evil people out there who would not hesitate to kill you if they had the chance.

Bob, and the rest of your security team, was there to see to it that no one had that chance. And up until now, you had experienced nothing more than threats. No one had ever physically tried to come after you. 

You had discussed what such an event would entail. You knew who would be at the front, handling the threat, and who would escort you out of harm’s way. Selfishly, you’d wanted Bob to be the one who wrapped his arm around you and pulled you away, only because you knew that was where he would be safest. The others could deal with taking the threat down, just as long as Bobby was by your side.

But it hadn’t worked out that way. 

Now here you were, unsure of his fate. You wouldn’t know until later on if he was okay or not. But he was all you could think about. You knew how foolish it was to ask about him, to give anyone an inclination that you were tangled up in a secret relationship with him.

You asked about him anyway. “Is Bobby okay?”

Bradley, who had just instructed Javy to step on it and take you back to the hotel where you were staying, gave you a long glance. You could see the way his jaw tensed. Bradley was no fool. He knew you and Bob had something going on. But he had never spoken of it to anyone. All it would take was one word, and Bob would lose his job. Bradley, however, was unwilling to be the one who helped send his friend’s career down the drain, no matter how foolish harboring such a secret was.

“He’s got it handled. Don’t worry about him,” he murmured. 

But you couldn’t help it. You wouldn’t stop worrying until he was back in your arms. Until then, you had no choice but to go along with what was taking place. So you remained beside Bradley, huddling in on yourself, arms folded over your chest.

Your mind replayed the situation as if someone kept hitting the rewind button. One moment, everything had been just fine. You had been attending an event, a gala to raise funds for a children’s charity.

The event was one you attended every year, as the cause was near and dear to your heart. It was one of the few things you felt like you could call your own. Your father was the leader of the free world. Everyone associated you with him. No one seemed to refer to you by your name. You were often called the President’s daughter. It made you feel like you had no identity outside of your father’s presence in the White House.  

Coming to events like these gave you a sense of purpose, and you loved meeting the families of children who had been positively impacted by this particular charity. 

And that was just what you were doing the night your life was threatened. You had warned your security team ahead of time that you wished to stop and speak to some of the families who stood along the rope line outside. 

Because you would be out in the open, your detail had been upped. Normally, you had Bob, Jake, Bradley, and Natasha around you at any given time. But tonight, the head of White House security, Pete Mitchell, had assigned a few others. 

But even with all those extra eyes, someone still managed to slip past the cracks. 

You were none the wiser to the fact that everything was about to be turned upside down. You had stopped to kneel down at a little girl’s level, because she tugged at your heartstrings and you simply couldn’t resist. 

Just behind that little girl’s family, a man was approaching. He didn’t appear out of the ordinary. In fact, he was holding a small baby, swaddled in blankets, in his arms. 

You’d stepped a little too far away for Bob’s liking. He was watching you like a hawk, as he always did. You’d slipped further down the rope line, prompting he and Jake to move closer toward you. 

The man holding the baby pushed through the crowd, and he opened his mouth to call your name, motioning to his child. You smiled warmly at him, prepared to greet him and ask for his name. 

But in the blink of an eye, faster than you could even register, he let that baby drop from his arms. You gasped in shock, but Bob had already clocked the situation before the man let the baby drop. Hidden beneath that bundle of blankets was…

“Gun!”

“Bobby!” You shrieked in terror, but he was on it, one hand drawing his own gun from its holster on his hip, while the other yanked you back harshly, right into Bradley, who whisked you away without a second thought. 

Now here you were, reeling in the backseat of a bulletproof car, wondering how someone could be so unhinged that they would draw a gun in the midst of children. The depravity sent nausea rushing through you, and suddenly, you were certain you were going to be sick. 

And you were. With a gasp, you lurched forward, unable to stop it as your body reacted. Beside you, Bradley was not surprised. He simply reached forward, pushing the fabric of your dress aside so you wouldn’t get anything on it. 

“I’m sorry!” You wailed as you straightened back up, wiping your mouth, just as tears began to slide down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, it happens,” he soothed, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket, and handing it to you to wipe your mouth. 

Oh, how you wished it was Bobby beside you. He knew how to take care of you. He was familiar and gentle and attentive. Not that Bradley wasn’t those things, but that familiarity wasn’t there. He was simply part of your security detail, nothing more. Even so, you knew you were safe with him. Knew he’d sooner lay down his life than let anything happen to you.  

And in that moment, he did his best to comfort you, reassuring you when you fretted about the mess you’d made on the floor of the expensive car. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ll get it taken care of,” he promised. “Right now let’s focus on getting you to safety.”

As the car pulled up outside of the back entrance of the hotel, Bradley was quick to usher you out. He kept you close, just as Natasha and Mickey flanked him as soon as they’d climbed out from their car that had followed behind yours. 

Within seconds, you were back in the safety of the hotel, ushered into the back service elevator that took you straight up to your floor. Bradley was quick to pull the key card out of his pocket, and you didn’t let out a breath until you were within the confines of your room. 

But that breath soon quickened, and you began pacing about like a cornered horse. You were vaguely aware of Natasha calling your name. But it didn’t register until she was standing before you, the gentle brown of her eyes meeting yours. 

“Hey,” she softly spoke, “you need a minute?”

“Y-yeah,” you croaked. 

“Okay.” Carefully, she guided you to the bathroom. “Take as long as you need. Bradley’s out here. Mick and I will be in the hall. Nobody comes in or out without our say-so.”

All you could manage was a nod before you turned and barricaded yourself in the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you clamped your hand over your mouth and sank down to the floor, stifling a sob. 

Moments like these made you wish you lived a normal life. Oh, how you longed for the mundane. Longed to feel safe, instead of having an enormous target on your back. 

You hadn’t asked for any of this. While you’d never voiced it to your father, you hated that he had taken this position. Why couldn’t he have taken a simple blue-collar job at a steel mill or a construction company? Instead, he’d gone for the highest office in the world. 

Sometimes, you felt like you got lost in the shuffle. You were expected to just go along with it. Keep up appearances. Behave the way a president’s daughter should. But you hated every moment of it. Your life would never be normal. Even after your father completed his term and moved on to other things. You would always need security. You would never be safe. 

You tried to take it in stride. You had to get used to the fact that this was just how life was. But that didn’t mean you loved it. 

The only solace in the midst of it all was your sweet Robert. You hadn’t meant to fall in love with him, but who could ever decide when and who they were going to fall in love with? It had simply happened. You’d felt the connection with him from the instant you met. 

And although you both tried to ignore your feelings for propriety’s sake, one thing had led to another and now you were so deeply in love that you didn’t know what to do with yourselves. 

But the knowledge that harm could have come to Bob while he was protecting you only brought on more tears. This was why it was foolish to get involved with him. You both knew it was. Knew how much it would hurt if the other was harmed. Knew how much it could cloud his judgment and prove to be a distraction while he tried to carry out one of the most high-profile jobs in America.

For Bob, his need to protect you had only increased tenfold since he’d realized just how intensely he cared for you. Sometimes, the lengths he was willing to go to scared him. 

He wasn’t a violent man by any means. In fact, he was rather passive. But he was very analytical and especially good at assessing threats. He was a chameleon, blending in as an innocent, unassuming guy. However, when push came to shove, he was a force to be reckoned with. Calm, methodical, but dangerous. Deadly, if he had to be. 

But to you, he was kind and sweet. In the beginning, he’d almost been shy. But you’d quickly learned that he was only reserved around certain people. Around you, he opened up and bared his soul to you, allowing you to reach into his chest, prying his very ribs apart and exposing his heart to you. 

Now that his heart was knitted with yours, he had something to lose. Everything to lose. And he’d be damned if he let you be taken from him. When he saw the man in the crowd coming toward you, everything happened in slow motion. 

His eyes had shot to Jake and Reuben, the trio wordlessly communicating as Bob threw you behind him. Protect her at any cost. That was all that went through his head. 

He had succeeded in that mission. You were now safe and sound, hidden away in the bathroom of your hotel room while he dealt with the aftermath. There was no question that your father would be demanding to know how anyone had managed to get that close to you. Bob could almost hear his outraged voice over the phone, “how in God’s name did you let him get that close?!” 

How had they let him get so close? The surrounding block had been cordoned off. How on earth had a man with a weapon managed to slip through the cracks? It was certain that an investigation would be enacted. The target had been neutralized, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have others working with him. 

Bob was mentally preparing himself to be put through the wringer. The whole team was going to be. But to him, it was all worth it, as long as he made it back to you. 

He was in for a long night, but after it was all said and done, he would slip into your room, curl into bed beside you, and hold you in his arms, knowing that it was all because of him and his team that you were unharmed. 

In the meantime, you were alone, trying to process what had happened. You felt so pathetic, huddled on the cold bathroom floor, crying your eyes out. But it was a reasonable reaction after all you’d just endured. 

You weren’t sure how long you spent on that uncomfortable floor, but it was long enough to cause numbness to creep down your legs from sitting in one spot for too long. 

It was then that you hauled yourself up from the floor and decided to take a shower. Washing the events of the evening down the drain seemed like the best course of action.  So that was exactly what you did. 

Twenty minutes and one fogged-up bathroom later, you were wrapping a plush towel around your body to dry off, before you slipped into one of the hotel robes, welcoming its warmth. 

Foolishly, you considered the idea that Bob would be waiting for you in your room, and for a split second, your heart quickened in your chest, hope warming your veins. 

But when you opened the door, all you were met with was an empty room. You let out a weary sigh and padded across the plush carpet, grabbing your phone off the charger, which seemed that Bradley had been kind enough to plug in for you. 

However, when the screen lit up, you realized that it had been inundated with notification after notification. Missed calls from your parents and other family members. Texts from friends. Social media notifications. 

Immediately, you found yourself overwhelmed. Your chest tightened, sending a jolt of anxiety through you. 

Knowing they would worry the most out of everyone, you sent a quick text to your parents. “I’m okay.” And then turned off the phone. You couldn’t handle it. You knew if you kept your notifications on you’d spiral into a panic attack. 

How you longed for Bobby to be with you, comforting you like only he knew how. But you wouldn’t soon get your way, so you resigned yourself to trudging over to the bed, collapsing onto the plush of the mattress. 

You had no more tears left to cry, so you simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Trying to think of something, anything other than what was taking place. 

Eventually, you climbed beneath the covers, huddled into their warmth, but sleep would not come. You tried watching television, but as you scrolled through the channel, new coverage of what had happened was plastered everywhere. 

With a growl of frustration, you turned off the TV and threw the remote, which bounced off the bed and landed on the floor. You couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. 

Hours passed, slowly dragging by as you tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable, unable to rest. You didn’t want to be alone anymore. It was scary, because your mind kept wandering. 

Even though the rational part of you knew Bob was fine, and was just tied up in the situation at hand, your brain took you to the worst-case scenario. Maybe he had gotten hurt. Maybe the man who’d pulled a gun on you had managed to fire a shot and severely wound him, or worse?

The thought of your precious Bobby fighting for his life in a hospital bed sent a fresh wave of nausea through you, and in an instant, you were leaping out of bed. 

You had to know where he was. Had to know that he was okay. Had to ask someone, had to…

Suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking caught your attention, and you froze in the middle of the room. Seconds later, that door came open, and in walked Bob. Disheveled, exhausted, but all in one piece. 

He let the door slam shut behind him, and you both stood there for a beat, staring at one another, taking in the sight of the other. His hair was mussed, tousled from it’s usually impeccably neat style. His tie was undone, and the top of his shirt was unbuttoned. 

He dropped the duffel he’d been carrying on his shoulder, and suddenly, he sprang forward. But it didn’t matter, because you were already moving at the same time. 

“Bobby!” You sobbed out, falling into his arms, burying your face against his chest. 

He caught you with ease, arms wrapping securely around you as he held your trembling form. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and if you hadn’t been so overwhelmed with your own emotion you might’ve realized how badly he was shaking. 

“I’m here now,” he whispered against the top of your head, the waver in his voice betraying him, “You’re safe. You’re okay.” 

“Don’t let go!” You wept. 

“I won’t. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He longed to say more, but he could not find the words to describe how relieved he was, how scared he’d been. Words fell short, so he remained silent. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, embracing one another. But it was quite some time. When you finally parted, you found that your tears had soaked through the fabric of his dress shirt. 

His hands, so big and familiar, came up to hold your face. His thumbs wiped your tears away. The way he looked at you, as if he couldn’t believe you were real, in his arms, made your chest constrict. 

He could have lost you, if he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did. The thought of such a thing happening almost brought him to his knees. 

“I…you…when I saw him go for that gun, I…” but he couldn’t get the words out. 

“I know,” you whispered, voice thick. 

Gingerly, he lowered his hand, pressing it against your chest, just over where your heart was. He could feel it thrumming within you, pumping your lifeblood through your body. The blood that kept you alive. The blood that had not been spilled that night, because he’d succeeded in his purpose of protecting you. 

“You’re okay. You’re alive,” he breathed, but it was more to reassure himself than you. 

Your eyes locked with his, big and blue and watery from the tears he’d shed. “We’re both alive.”

He nodded, but he still looked as if he was grappling with it. He had not been given the luxury of processing any of it. He’d been inundated with procedures and questions and demands. Not once had he been able to stop and fully think about what had happened. 

Now that you were in his arms, it was hitting him all at once. It was almost too much to bear, but then, you were speaking. 

“Bobby.” 

He looked at you immediately, and it was as if everything else had melted away, leaving only your face in his sight. His hand was still pressed against your sternum, thumb absently running along your warm skin. Alive and unharmed. 

“I’m safe. You kept me safe,” you told him. Your hand was now resting over his own against your chest. You let him feel each breath. 

“I kept you safe,” he echoed. 

You crowded his space, your body now pressed to his. You were struck, suddenly, with an intense longing that took the very breath from your lungs. Your hands were on his chest now, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. 

A silent understanding passed between you both in that moment. No words were spoken. You knew what the other was thinking. In mere seconds, you were crashing together, as if he was a wave and you were the shore upon which he’d landed. 

Your lips met, and you kissed each other desperately, as if you couldn’t get close enough, as if you parted, you would die. You held onto him tightly, and his arms secured you in place against him. 

You kissed fervently, frantically. And as you parted only briefly, you both realized that there were tears. His, yours, rolling down each of your cheeks, like rain falling from the sky. 

“Bobby,” you whimpered again. 

“I know,” he gasped against your mouth. 

He was already leading you to the bed, and you were tugging at his clothes, driven by need. A need that burned so hotly, so intensely, you were certain it would consume you whole and turn you into ash in his hands. 

He laid you out like you were precious porcelain, and you watched as he leaned back to shrug out of his suit jacket, followed by his tie. In a split second, he glanced down at his shirt, and he knew he didn’t have the patience to undo each button. So, in one swift motion, he yanked the fabric apart, sending the buttons flying. He couldn’t be bothered to care, because nothing else mattered but you. 

Haphazardly, he tossed his clothing aside, and soon, he was entirely bare. It was as if he couldn’t reach you fast enough. He was swift to climb onto the bed, and those large hands tugged at the sash of your robe, allowing the front to fall open. 

You sat upright, allowing it to slip from your upper body completely before you surged forth into your lover’s arms. Your mouths were on each other in another searing kiss, naked bodies moving in sync. 

Hands traveled, touching warm skin. A way to convince the other, “you’re safe. You’re alive.”

You let him lay you down again, spreading your body open for him. Parting your legs, exposing the most intimate parts of yourself to him. But that seemed to pale in comparison to the way you’d just bared your hearts to one another. 

I was so scared. He tried to speak it into the air, but the words died in his throat. He could not force them past his lips. But he had been scared. The most terrified he’d ever felt in his entire life. Until now, he hadn’t realized the lengths he was willing to go to to keep you safe. 

He’d always said one thing or the other, but until he was staring into the face of danger, he didn’t know. Not truly. The thought of losing you went down like a bitter poison, causing him to retch and seize. It was unimaginable. Unthinkable. Unfathomable.

“I love you.” He spoke the words out loud, his hands holding you, palms pressed against your ribs. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved before.”

Your eyes welled with tears and you kissed him again. “I love you too.” Those words felt so meager. You were not eloquent enough to express what he truly meant to you. You loved him so much it hurt, an unbearable ache rumbling through your chest like a stampede of wild horses. 

He pulled you closer still, mouth against yours, whispering soft admissions of his adoration for you. You were straddling him at that point, and you could feel him, just beginning to harden. 

In a haze of desperate need, you reached down, coaxing him to full hardness, gasping about how you needed him inside you. You needed to be connected in the most intimate of ways. You felt as if you were going to suffocate if you didn’t get him inside you in the next few minutes.

Bob soothed you with a languid kiss, tongue delving into your mouth as he gently held the back of your head in his hand. “I know. I’ve got you, little love,” he soothed. 

You keened lowly in your throat, staring at him with wide, watery eyes. You had never felt desire this intensely before. Even after all the times you’d made love. This was different. This was two lovers, terrified of what could have been, rejoicing that it had not happened, and seeking solace in the other’s arms in a way that was so sacred and intimate it could hardly be spoken of out loud. 

If you tried to put it into words it would only serve to make you weep.

So you didn’t try. You simply allowed yourself to be enveloped in the safety and warmth of your lover. He held you so close, chest to chest, hip to hip. By now you were crying out for him, pleading with him, desperate for him.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated. And he did. You knew he did. 

Skilled fingers worked between your thighs, coaxing those delicate folds apart, making sure that they were ready to take him fully. Once he was absolutely certain that he would not hurt you, he aligned himself with you.

He slipped inside you in one fluid motion, mouth swallowing the broken wail that ripped itself from your throat at the feeling of being so full, so close, so consumed. You shook in his arms, unable to fathom that it could feel like this.

“Bobby!” You sobbed. 

He let out a broken cry and let his head fall onto your shoulder. He held you for a few moments as you both adjusted to the feeling of being connected. At some point, those large hand had made their way to your hips, and ever so slowly, he began to ease you up and down, back and forth.

You gasped sharply, hands shooting out to grip his shoulders, head coming forward to rest against his forehead. You locked eyes with him, mouth falling open to let out soft gasps and whimpers. 

“That’s it. I’m here. I’m here, sweet one. I’m not going anywhere. I’m never letting you out of my sight,” he professed. 

Again, a sob escaped you. “Don’t ever leave! Never, ever!”

“I won’t!” 

Your hands slid further back, until your arms were wrapped entirely around those shoulders. So close. Every inch of your bodies touching, heartbeats intermingling. You didn’t want to close your eyes, for fear of missing something. Fear of not being able to commit this moment to memory.

You never wanted to forget the deep, staggering blue of his eyes, which turned so dark sometimes they were almost black. But in brilliant, bright light, they were bluer than the deep sea. Bluer still than the heavens above your heads. 

You never wanted to forget the feeling of him inside you. So deep, filling you so wholly that it stole the breath from your very lungs. Like he was created to be connected to you in such a way. 

The feeling was almost more than you could bear, and yet, it was almost not enough all at once. You needed him closer, needed him so deep inside you that it hurt. But at the same time you needed him to be gentle, to handle you so softly, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the world outside. 

Along with your need came a breathless chant of his name that you did not realize you were uttering. With each push and pull of his hips, you wailed out, “Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!”

“I’m here,” he repeated, “I’m here. Right here, baby. Not gonna leave you.”

You held him tighter still, burying your face in the crook of his neck, sobbing openly with each nudge of him inside you. You felt so safe in his arms. So warm. So protected. Like nothing could ever hurt you. 

As he held you, adored you, made love to you, he knew that he’d stop at nothing to see to it that no harm ever came to you. He also knew how much you trusted him. How much you depended on him. He would be damned if he ever let you down. Damned if he ever failed.

He could feel your lips trailing feverishly against his skin, and he was reminded of how much you loved him. How much you cherished him. It made his chest ache, his heart threatening to burst forth. 

He didn’t realize he was crying again until he felt wetness land against the hand he held against your shoulder. In a moment of need he pulled you back and sought out your lips, kissing you even as tears trailed down his cheeks. 

“You’re my baby,” he whispered against your mouth. “My baby. Always gonna love you. Always gonna protect you. Mine.”

You pressed your forehead against his again, whimpering softly as you shifted your hips and felt him nudge against that wonderfully sensitive spot within you. 

“‘m yours,” you assured him. How good it felt to say that. To give yourself to him, to place your heart in his hands and watch him handle it with such tenderness. 

You wanted to say more, but you couldn’t. The breath was stolen from your lungs, punched away by each sip of his hips into yours, each stretch as your body tried to accommodate him. So big. So deep. Too much. Not enough. Just right. Don’t stop. 

Push, pull, forward, backward. A steady rhythm you’d built between your bodies. He lifted his pelvis to meet yours each time you sank down. Your thighs were beginning to burn from the exertion, but you didn’t care. 

All you cared about was the closeness. The connection. The end goal of this wasn’t to chase a release or experience insurmountable pleasure. It was simple to just be together. Joined as one. Pretending for just a few moments that everything was okay. 

“Bobby. Oh! Bobby, I lo-love you,” you cried. 

But he knew. And he kissed you. Swallowing up that confession, consuming it. He couldn’t speak if he tried, couldn’t utter a reply. So he held you. Hands kept you close, moving your body with his own. 

Yeah. Just like that. Take it. So good for me. So sweet. Precious little baby, and you’re all mine. 

You were clawing at him, trembling fiercely in his arms as your body grew warm, both from pleasure and from his proximity. With each push of his hips into you, his pubic bone pressed and ground against your sensitive little bundle, and you knew you would not be long for this world at the rate he was going. 

Faster and deeper he went, until you were both rutting into each other in desperation, open mouths against the other, gasping, moaning, whimpering. 

It built, and built, and built. Like water coming to a boil. Like magma readying itself to erupt from a volcano. The intensity was sudden and overwhelming, and you found yourself crying out. 

You knew being loud wasn’t the best move. You weren’t entirely alone. Outside that hotel door was one of the members of your security detail. But you couldn’t be bothered to care anymore. Nothing else mattered but the man in your arms, buried inside you, clinging to you, loving you. 

“You,” he breathed against your parted lips. “You are my world.”

“And you’re mine.” You were crying again. Molten tears sliding down hot cheeks. But he kissed those tears away. Kissed it better, just like he always did. 

You were losing yourself now. He could tell. Could feel it in the way your body tightened around his, pulled taut like a violin string, ready to snap from its hold. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut tight, reeling from the overwhelming heat of it all. 

Bobby pulled you down harder against him, filling you deeper still and pulling a broken sob from your raw throat. It was almost too much, and you found yourself grasping at him, nails leaving trails of pink and red in their wake. Your marks against his skin would only serve as a reminder of what had transpired this night between you both.

“B-Bobby, I’m-I’m close,” you whined.

“Let go when you need, little love,” he coaxed, barely holding it together himself. 

More tears fell, faster than you could stop them. The closer you got, the faster you began to lose yourself. Crying, sniffling, whimpering. So close, so close, so close. And then, suddenly, firm hands gripped your hips, holding you still as he took complete control. 

Driving into you over and over and over again, pulling cries of need and pleasure from your very lungs. All you could do was hold on tight, taking all he had to give as you wailed out his name repeatedly. Almost there. Teetering on the edge. 

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

He was moments away from losing himself. So he begged you, pleaded with you, coaxed it out of you. “Come for me, my baby.”

And you did. 

With a shriek, you surged forward in his arms, holding tightly to him. “Bobby!” And then you were coming. It hit you like a bolt of lightning, searing, blinding, electrifying. You shuddered and convulsed in the arms of the man you loved, sobbing openly, repeating his name like a sacred prayer.

Your pleasure pulled his own from him, and he let out a strangled moan of your name as he offered a few more sharp pulses of his hips against yours before the evidence of his ecstasy flooded the very deepest part of you.

You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of his pearlescent release flooding you, claiming you as his own and no one else’s. Still shivering from the aftershocks, you both slowly came down, holding onto one another, unable to speak or think.

Gradually, the fog began to clear. Your mind grew less hazy. Your eyes less glossy. Your limbs, however, felt heavy as ever, as if they were filled with sand. But you made no move to break the connection your bodies still had to one another. An anchor in the midst of a storm. 

The feeling of Bobby’s hands sliding soothingly along your spine brought you back. As your eyes refocused, you took in the sight of his handsome face. Flushed cheeks. Glimmering eyes. Kiss-bitten lips.

“Are you alright?” were the first words out of his mouth as he finally found the wherewithal to speak.

You nodded, slipping our arms around his neck, snuggling into him. “I’m okay.”

He nodded, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Good, ‘cause that was intense. I didn’t expect that to happen, but…it did.”

“I’m glad it did. I needed to be close to you. To forget about what happened for a little while.”

A hum rumbled in his chest. “I needed that, too.”

Silence followed. Comfortable, stretching out for a few minutes until he finally slipped out of you, soothing your whimper at the emptiness you felt. “You’re okay, little love.”

But as he carefully moved you to lay in the bed, his face soon grew serious, eyes turning stormy gray. “I’m sorry,” he confessed. “I’m sorry any of this happened. He shouldn’t have been able to get that close to you. I should’ve seen it sooner. Should’ve done something before…I should’ve…”

“Bobby.”

His eyes flickered to yours.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“He could’ve hurt you. He could’ve taken you from me.”

“But he didn’t. You hear me? You protected me, just like you promised me you would. That’s all that matters.”

“What if, one day, I can’t protect you? What if I fail you? Fail your father?”

“Don’t, If you think like that, you’ll just drive yourself mad. What I need from you is to focus on the here and now. Not the ‘what if’. Okay? I need you with me now. I need…I need just a few hours in your arms before we have to face the rest of the world. I need my Bobby.”

He took a shuddering breath. Then another. And then, he looked at you. “Okay,” he agreed. “I’m with you until they call me away.”

And so, for the next few hours, he threw himself into taking care of you. Cleaning you up, wrapping you back into your robe, soothing you with gentle hands and loving words. It wasn’t long before you were succumbing to your exhaustion, and you fell asleep in Bob’s arms, safe and sound, if only for a few short hours.

The last thing you remembered hearing him murmur was a soft, “I love you” against your scalp as you drifted off. 

However, the next morning, you woke to an empty bed, and a note on the bedside table that read, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you woke up. Bradley and Jake are right outside the door. You’re safe. I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. Love, Bobby.”

You wished you’d had just a few moments more with him. But time was your enemy. It always would be. Always moving. Dragging you from place to place. Even after your very life had been threatened, you were expected to move forward, because time stopped for no one. 

Not even for a president’s daughter and her protector.

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[wooeo]

to add on to the waist grabbing thing theyd all get BLUSHY if u did it back like laughing at something they said and grabbing their waist for stability they ALL have tiny little grabable waists like i can see heeseung getting so smiley and pulling you in with an around around your shoulders so naturally OR jungwon putting his hands on your waist in return and and-

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omgggggg it’s actually crazy how often you’re so right,, they get so flustered whenever you initiate skinship of any kind

lord…….. having thoughts…… just touch with your favorite boys……

niki being half asleep and you cup his face with a hand cooing at him,, him leaning into your touch so naturally.

you’re exhausted,, wanting to rest and leaning on sunoo’s shoulder.. the first time you did it he froze and was so still people though he died sitting up but now he leans so it’s more comfortable for you ..,

sitting beside sunghoon and just grabbing his hand n moving it to your lap, tracing his veins and nails absentmindedly , while he’s trying not to lose his shit

cooking with jay like the parents you are and needing something he had used and put next to him,, leaning around him with a hand on his waist to maintain balance ,,.

heesung sitting down and you’re standing in front of him fixing his hair, gently moving it in the right place while he’s staring up at you and everybody dies

jake standing up while being completely engrossed in something ,, and you coming up from behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist like he loved to you to you..,. ..

having a habit of linking arms with jungwon anytime you’re walking somewhere, , he basically waits for you so you can do it.. even holds his arm out for you to take ..

hm yeah . i’m so normal rn.

[ikyoudreamofme]

Halloween

warning:smut,fwb kinda, M receiving, there’s prob more idk

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so tell me your opinions please because idk.🤷‍♀️

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Jake and Johnnie were throwing a Halloween party and you were invited,you and Johnnie had been friends for a few years and you only met Jake not to long ago.

You had been planning your costume for weeks; this year you chose Katherine Pierce from TVD. You dropped fake blood down your neck and the corner of your lips and used eyeshadow to make the veins around your eyes look more vampire like. To finish the makeup you added a small eyeliner wing and red lipstick.

Your POV

I got to the party and a few people had already arrived I looked around, after getting a drink, trying to find one of my friends. I see Tara across the room.

“Tara!” I shout walking over to here

“Hey y/n you look hot. Vampire?” She says.

“yeah Katherine Pierce” I reply giving her a little 360 of my outfit before Tara speaks again “That’s cute,Johnnies also a vampire.”

“Oh is he I haven’t seen him yet where is he?” I questioned smiling to myself turning around looking for him. I see him and wave by to Tara walking over to him and Jake. “Hey guys!” I say standing behind Jake. “hi y/n.”Jake says hugging me. “You look great.”

“Thank u Jake” I smile glancing at Johnnie who’s staring at me,more my outfit. “You okay J?” I ask turning to him tilting my head.

“Mhm” Johnnie replies. I walk up to him giving him a slight hug, he wraps his arm around my waist whispering in my ear. “You look really good.” I smirk slightly .

“thank you.You look very hot” I whisper back before pulling out of the hug. As I walk off to get another drink I feel his eyes burning into my back. I look back slightly giving him a soft smile.

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You’ve been here for a few hours,the lights are flashing like crazy,the room moving with you, you see a group of your friends sat in the living room while other people are leaving. You stumble over to the couch and sit down next to Johnnie trying not to spill your drink.

“your very drunk” he mumbles quietly.

“How are you getting home.”

“I was just gonna walk it’s not that far.” You say your speech slurred,taking another sip of your drink. “Just stay here it’s safer and stop drinking you’ve had too much.” Johnnie says taking your drink out of your hand. You groan stretching your arm out trying to grab your drink back off him your other hand resting on waist. “Johnnie give it back. I’m being serious…Please” you look down at him tilting your head. He looks up at you smiling shaking his head. “No.” You roll your eyes at his reply sitting down properly on the couch giving up.

About an hour of talking later you’ve sobered up and Tara speaks up. “I’m going to sleep now”

“Goodnight Tara.”You hug her by and Jake and Carrington go to bed a little while after.You and Johnnie are left downstairs.

You let your head fall on his shoulder as your hand runs down his chest and stops just above his waistband. He looks at you with a smirk on his face he asks “what are you doing?” You look at him smiling moving your hand to unbuckle his belt. He doesn’t stop you just lays there and watches you. You unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans you look up at him for consent. He nods helping you pull down his trousers and boxers, the need growing between legs growing each minute. You move off the couch onto the floor kneeling down in between his legs. Your hand reaches up grabbing his dick stroking up and down. Johnnie gasps as you place his dick on your tongue looking up at him through your lashes. He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushes your head down further. You gag slightly sending shivers down his spine. “Shit y/n”he moans quietly. Your hands go to his thighs as you swirl your toungue around his dick bobbing your head up and down. Johnnie lets out low moans as he holds your head down, his dick at the back of your throat, tears filling up yours eyes. “I’m so close baby” Johnnie says groaning lowly. His dick twitches in your mouth,you let’s go of your hair and you pull back swallowing his cum wiping the tears from your eyes.

He pulls you to him straddling his waist his hands fall to your hips as he grinds your hips onto his you whimper slightly. “Shh” he says pulling you into him kissing you roughly. His tongue swipes your bottom lip as he pushes your hips down onto his you gasp and his tongue enters your mouth. His hands go to the bottom of your dress he bunches it up above your hips. He drags his fingers between your legs before pulling off your thong. “You’re so wet. Just for me?” He asks kissing your neck sucking dark hickeys. You moan at the seeping and nod. “just for you” you breathe out. His thumbs circles your clit. Your head falls back as you moan loudly. “be quiet or ill stop y/n” Johnnie says pulling back removing his hand from you aching core. You nod looking at him with pleading eyes. He lifts your hips and you sink down onto him. You both moan out at the feeling of him filling you. “Jesus Christ Johnnie.” You say resting your hand on his chest. He thrusts his hips up into you,moan each one. “Fuck..you feel so good” Johnnie groans.

He flips you around so he’s on top of you pounding into you, hips slamming into each other both your legs on his shoulders. “Oh fuck Johnnie.” You moan out your nails scratching at his shoulders. He groans his weight being held up by one arm. He moves his other hand down to the sensitive spot in between your legs as he hits you g-spot. “Oh my fucking god.” You moan out your eyes rolling back. You squeeze your eyes shut. “You gonna come for me baby?” Johnnie asks looking down at you. You nod quickly. “Open your eyes darling” you open your eyes as he guided you through your climax. You moan loudly as your legs shake lightly “fucking hell” Johnnie says nearly there thrusting into you hard but slow. “Where’d you want me?” He asks looking up at you, your breath unsteady. “I don’t care” you breathe out grabbing his hair pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. He pulls out and cums on your hips groaning quietly.

He gets up putting his boxers and trousers back on, he walks over to the kitchen getting a tissue to clean you with. You take the tissue thanking him wiping your hips and you pull your dress down. He puts his hand out for you as he takes you to his rooms. He gives you one of his shirt and some of your sweatpants you had previously left here.

You and him lay down in his bed your head resting on his chest your eyes opening and closing. “You okay y/n?” Johnnie ask looking at you. You nod “yeah just tired”

“You can go to sleep it’s fine.” He replies kissing your head. You both falls asleep soon enough.

[moonheecore]

hellooooo can u do B, X, and C for jake please??? thank youuuu <3

Hiii, here you go! Thanks for the askkk

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes showing off his abs and V-line, always having excuses to flash them at you, whether it be wiping his sweat and fanning his T-shirt. In the bedroom, he likes it when you kiss and lick the crevices of his abs, letting your nails scratch the skin feathery. He lets you ride his abs, watching your pussy spill your juices into every ridge, flexing the muscle to let you rub your swollen clit desperately. Jake is also pretty proud of his lips—they're pouty, big, and plushy. They distinctly add to the overwhelming pleasure when he chooses to bite, suck, or kiss any parts of your body, mostly your lips and your leaking pussy.

Other than your scrumptious and delicious perfect ass, Jake also likes your thighs. It's like his own little pillow for him to lay his head on. When he turns to you, he hopes that he can get a glimpse of your cute panties and squishy thighs by flipping your skirt and dress up when you're sitting. Okay, but imagine looking down and seeing his whole head underneath them. Your thighs are also perfect to put his cock in between from the back, fucking them jiggling flesh like his own personal fleshlight, and to see his swollen tip appearing in front of you as it presses on your clit.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Please don't hate me but I think Jake's dick is your average Joe, but there's definitely nothing inherently bad about it. He's freaking proud and makes good use of what he beautifully has, leaving you and a lot more girls begging for more is the proof of that. One thing, though, is that Jake's cock is full of huge prominent veins, just like his hands. Because of that, the amount of blood pulsing straight to his length makes him feel so solid and rigid when you suck him real good or when he's fucking your pussy. So, he will never make you feel empty, that's for sure. Also, I feel like Jake's dick has a nice curve and arch pointing towards his stomach, so he definitely will never miss pressing on your sweet spot repeatedly in any position.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I've mentioned a lot about cum in his K alphabet, but Jake has such a fetishism about them that he's obsessed with how it smells and how it feels so lewd on each other's bodies. I feel like Jake thinks they're an extension of your bodies that needs to be appreciated as well. Sometimes he has an existential crisis about whether he wants to pull out (where he can drown your body with ropes of his creamy semen) or to fill your needy womb (where he can watch his white seed seeping out of your puckering pussy hole). Don't take this too heart, but I think Jake's cum is quite sticky, like when you scoop it up and smack it between the pads of your fingers, it forms visible strings.

send an ask based on the NSFW alphabet template together with one or more members in the hyungline.

[spideystevie]

this is so exciting ok ok may i please request #6 - chasing someone's lips after they pull away with hangman? thank u allie ily <3

my lovely kait! thank YOU for requesting!!!! ily and hope you enjoy  <3 (0.8k) 

6. chasing someone’s lips after they pull away

A jet cuts through the sky above you, fast enough to nearly break the sound barrier. It blows your hair, leaving it almost windswept when it passes. It’s a speck in the sky in mere seconds. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought it could’ve been your boyfriend.

You’d only been to base once before and you weren’t even supposed to be there then. You had to sneak in behind Jake, your hand held tightly in his as he led you around, briefly showing you the briefing room before leading you out onto the tarmac. You’d almost gotten caught, your giggles a little too loud. But despite his constant shushing, his grin had never once slipped. 

Today, you were supposed to be there. A bit of a secret, something to keep lowkey, but Mav had smuggled you in to observe today’s training. You hadn’t a clue what was going on as you sat tucked away in the corner of a room filled with other navy pilots and listened to the chatter happening in the skies over the radio. 

Now, you stood hiding to the side near a currently unused jet waiting for Jake to land. You can see him climb out of his jet, his name and callsign painted along the side, but he can’t see you. He yells something to Maverick, an obvious jest from what you can tell, as he trudges off towards a different plane. 

You’d heard them over the radio before you’d gone outside, Jake’s banter back and forth until he finally was the first one to knock Mav out of the sky. You felt a little smug, and you can tell Jake does too as he walks in the direction of your hiding spot. 

There’s a certain pep in his step, a more confident sway in his walk. When he gets close enough, nearly bypassing the jet you’re hiding by, you step into view. 

“You looked good out there, Hangman,” you call. His head whips in the direction of your voice, his face lighting up when he gets a full look at you. He hurries over, meeting you in the shadow of the plane. He squeezes you in a hug, arms tight around you as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, hands settling on your waist. You’re both beaming at each other as you shrug. You smooth a hand down the front of his flight suit.

“Mav smuggled me in,” you say all nonchalant, like this happens all the time. Jake glances over to where Maverick cranks out his pushups and then his eyes flash back to you. His fingertips sneak beneath the hem of your shirt, ghosting over the skin as he smiles at you all fond. 

There’s sure to be a burnt mark on your body from where his hands hold your waist, the touch alone sending tendrils of a fiery excitement all over your body. With the way he’s looking at you, like he’d be content to do just this for the rest of his life, you think you might burst. 

“You gonna kiss me or what, Seresin?” you joke, a smile curling around your words. A breathy laugh leaves him as he shakes his head at you. 

“You’re trouble,” he says. He gives you no time for a rebuttal, leaning his head down to kiss you. Your hands fly up to hold his face between your palms. His cheeks are soft beneath your touch and you let your thumbs stroke once, twice, against them. 

It’s something you don’t think you’ll ever tire of, kissing Jake. The feel of his lips slotted just right against yours, the way your heart seems to take flight and your head spins dizzily. A ripple of affection, smooth and sweet like honey, coursing through your veins. 

You barely have a moment to breathe when you pull away, lashes fluttering and half open, before Jake’s lips are chasing yours. He doesn’t even open his eyes, a blind chase for the feeling of your lips pressed to his. In a blink, your eyes close shut and a breathy sigh escapes from your nose. 

Your hands on his cheeks pull him down closer to you while his hands travel from the sides of your waist to the front. He hooks his fingers in your belt loops and tugs you that much closer to him until your knees bump. An almost salacious sigh gets caught in the back of his throat. 

Jake pulls away this time, leaving you perfectly breathless. Your chest slightly heaves against his, your lips a little swollen from his kiss. One of his hands leaves where it’s been hooked around your belt loop and comes up to your face. He slides his thumb across your bottom lip, one corner of his mouth curled into the smirk you’d come to love. 

“Satisfied?” he asks, all cheeky snark and you laugh. A light, melodic thing that can’t help but bubble out of you because he might be a little cocky but by god, you were in love with him. You nod once, your hands falling off his cheeks and ghosting over his neck until they rest on his broad shoulders. 

“Very.”

[gretavanbear]

Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control. 

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there. 

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be. 

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes. 

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things. 

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”. 

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing. 

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend. 

“Yeah?” 

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy. 

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse. 

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding. 

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response. 

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up. 

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by. 

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside. 

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow. 

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks. 

Jeremy’s sister. 

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door. 

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike. 

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms. 

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state. 

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock. 

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her. 

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage. 

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance. 

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you. 

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge. 

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask. 

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more. 

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it. 

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing. 

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her. 

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her. 

-

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before. 

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you. 

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet. 

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house. 

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon. 

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over. 

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you. 

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked. 

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said. 

You nodded, your lips parted a little. 

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you. 

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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