#like my creative (and other) juices were flowinggg

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆birthday suit | s.jy⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

you ask your boyfriend what he wants for his birthday, and his answer is "you".

pairings: dom!reader x switch!jake

warnings: emotionally charged smut, oral (m receiving), subby jake, soft dom reader, inexperienced jake, jake has a praise kink (me? projecting on jake? nah...), slight humiliation. mix of fluff and smut <3. sizeable amount of plot. not proofread sorry!

word count: 1.1k

notes: ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆happy birthday jake!⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

MINORS DNI

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it was your boyfriends 23rd birthday, and in order to make today extra special for him, you had planned a day for the two of you to just go out to a park, have a picnic, and play around with layla for a while before a dinner reservation you had booked later. the only thing you didn't have planned? his present.

you had asked him several times before what he had wanted, but he assured you he wanted nothing. you knew jake better than that though, he always loved to be pampered, but often struggled to voice what he wanted, but you didn't want to pressure him, so how you were here, with no idea of what he wanted. you had originally wanted to give him a special surprise at night, but even though you two had been going steady for a few months, the two of you hadn't made it much farther than making out, often with any thoughts of progressing further ending with jake running off to the bathroom to finish the job himself. it was okay though, you knew your boyfriend was inexperienced and it was just so endearing to you.

and so, texts were sent between you two until he finally cracked.

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jake

i don't want anything. i swear.

you

but i want to spoil u today

jake

fine

i want you

*the previous message has been deleted*

you

i saw that babe

jake

shit

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with that decided, you couldn't wait for tonight; and neither could jake.

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dinner was delicious, the steak cooked to perfection, the wine light and fruity as it slid down out of the flute glass and into your throat. the cherry colored lip tint you had applied so carefully earlier remained on the glass. the conversation was nice and you were reminded with every laugh why you loved jake so much. you finished the meal with soft serve ice cream over slices of cherry pie, and when jake saw the ice cream around your mouth, he almost popped a boner right then and there. he had to fight his mind to not start thinking dirty thoughts. you saw him muttering to himself and chuckled.

"you're so cute jake.... you know that right?"

"i um..." jake blushed redder than the cherry pie "thank you."

you just smiled "of course." and then you saw the tent starting to form in his pants "awww... does my baby have a thing for praise?"

if it was possible for jake to go any redder, he would have spontaneously combusted. he got up to take care of his "little problem" in the bathroom, but you grabbed his hand.

"i'll get the check and i can help you out when we get home."

he sat there, red in the face, hoping the server who came over to bring their check didn't see the protruding peak in his nice dress pants.

the car ride back to your shared apartment was tense, and jake started to palm himself through his pants, thinking your wouldn't notice because you were too focused on the road, but you noticed. you let it go, mostly because you knew he wouldn't cum with you there, so he essentially edged himself for the 15 minute car ride back home. you got into the house, and immediately started kissing him, cherry lip tint mixed with the faint taste of alcohol still on his tongue. you broke the kiss and he already looked so fucked out- his eyes slightly cloudy with blown out irises and his lips reddened both from the kissing and from your lip tint. he looked down at his boner, and it looked so painful.

"baby, can i help you with this?" you asked while gently stroking his upper thighs

he just nodded vigorously "just... check in?"

you kissed him on the forehead and trailed down to his neck "of course love, and if you ever need to stop, tell me. okay? this is for your pleasure and i want to know you are okay with this."

"im ready for this... and i feel comfortable cause its you... i love you." he said quietly.

how could you not kiss him when he was so adorable?! knowing he wouldnt be able to take it standing up, you took him into your shared bedroom, that you had set up with red lights and hearts, if only he hadn't been so drunk on the taste of your lips, he could have appreciated how beautiful the room was. he sat down on the bed as you undid his pants and pulled them down, when he was in his boxers you looked up at him from where you were on your knees in between his thighs.

"are you sure you are okay with this love?" you asked again

"y-yes! please..." he stuttered out

you smiled and started palming him on top of his boxers. he whimpered out pleas for you to do more, and you slowly took off his boxers, to reveal his cock.

"such a pretty cock for a pretty boy." you said, giving the bulbous, pink tip a few kitten licks to test the waters.

every time your tongue hit the slit he let out a soft whimper. slowly, you experimented with taking the tip in your mouth and sucking lightly, still trying to test his boundaries. the sensations were so much for jake, and while it wasn't his first time, he wasn't super experienced, and all he could think was that he was never going to be able to go back to his hand after feeling your warm mouth. the strangled and gasping moan he let out as you started slowly bobbing your head up and down on his dick entailed him throwing back his head and unintentionally thrusting into your mouth, you were caught off guard, but moaned. the vibrations traveled through his cock and straight to his head. he instantly started snapping his hips up to meet the wet warmth of your mouth. it was rare that jake took the lead, but you sure enjoyed it when he did.

"im so so so sorry, darling!" he cried out between moans "im sorry if it hurts, its just so good!"

upon hearing this, you hollowed your cheeks and hummed on his cock, hoping to enhance the experience for him. given the choked groans you assumed you did a good job.

"ahh! i-im cumming...!" he tried to pull out of your mouth, but you grabbed his hips and held them where they were, nodding your consent for him to cum in your mouth.

"c-cumming-" the orgasm took over him as a warm, sticky substance filed your mouth.

"that was so good..." he looked tired as he leaned back on the bed, his eyes sparkly, pupils blown out, and hair messy from him running his fingers through it.

"do you have one more in you?" you asked

"n-no, please im tired." he responded

you started to lift your shirt off "are you sure you don't want to go again?" you said slightly condescendingly but with an air of sweetness

and just like that jake was awake, this was the best birthday present ever.

oh... and lets just say by the end of the night jake was no longer inexperienced.

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[lust4lore]

ARFARFARF so down bad for brattamer n casually dominant(by nature) kinda dark rafe n bimbo reader🤭🤭 imagine reader talkin to a random stranger in a bar or club or whateva she thinks its js a friendly interaction n shit after that rafes js there thinking 150 ways how to kill the guy for flirting wit his pretty little thing then she says it was a nice friendly convo n hes like whst???? yeah ahaha.... im obsessed pls forgive me

OH THIS GOT THE JUICES FLOWINGGG

the creative juices. get your head out of the gutter. that being said, thank you for your request! i hope i did it justice

CW: controlling!rafe, mildly dark!rafe, mmm kinda breaking my own guidelines w this one but VERY slight domestic violence? you get the point, manipulation

rafe cameron likes pretty things. so much, in fact, that he had known he was done for the second he saw you. you were cute— innocent— in a pink silk dress, ribbon in your hair and a sweet smile tugging at the corners of rosy lips. he just had to have you, and a year later, he did.

another well known fact about rafe cameron, though, is that he doesn’t share. and so, imagine his surprise when he comes back from the bathroom to see some man talking to you at the bar. he watches you for a moment, the rage settling in his veins enough to get his jaw clenching as you bat your eyelashes and giggle at whatever stupid joke that bastard just told you, pretty lips sucking at your straw as his gaze flickers down to your chest.

now that has rafe seeing red. he comes up behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist and causing you to slightly stumble back at the force of it. “hey, baby, who’s this?” he asks, fingers lightly twitching against your stomach. if you’re aware of the waves of fury radiating from him, you do nothing to show it, turning around in his hold with a naive smile and bright eyes. “rafey! this is alex, he wants to be friends,” you tell him, gesturing towards that sick perver— alex— behind you. “oh, does he?” he asks, but rafe isn’t talking to you, not really. if looks could kill, your new ‘friend’ would be further than six feet under the ground. “y’know, alex, i think my girl has enough friends already,” he squeezes your side, glancing down at you. “don’t you think, sweetheart?” the grasp he has on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin in a way that’ll probably bruise later.

you tilt your head, a crease forming between your brows as you lower your voice. “rafe, what- ow!” you yelp quietly as his iron grip bores into your ribs. he pays you no mind, though, still fixing alex with a chilling, eerily calm smile. “shit, man, i’m sorry, i’ll- m’gonna head out now,” the shorter boy mutters, looking intimidated as he staggers backward and rushes out the door. rafe gives a quiet chuckle at that and one of his hands grabs your wrist, yanking you closer. tears prick your eyes as he nearly cuts off the circulation in your hand, leaning in close to your face. “the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? letting other guys flirt with you like that?”

you let out a whimper at his harsh words, a tear rolling down your pretty face. “he was jus’ being nice, i-” you whisper, and a hint of satisfaction cuts through his anger. look at you, you need him, who else’ll be there to protect you from all of those gross guys trying to get a piece of his sweet girl? he sighs, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “c’mon, doll, you know better, did you see the way he was lookin’ at you?” you just look up at him, tears still sitting in your waterline as he presses a kiss to your trembling lips. “i didn’t mean to make you upset, a’ight? m’just trying to protect you,” he murmurs, and you instantly feel a little guilty for the way you reacted. “m’sorry, i didn’t know he was-” but rafe shushes you, stroking your cheek gently.

“s’okay, baby, you’ll remember who you belong to when we get home,”