toeeater394737

[toeeater394737]

NSFW

Wolf hybrid pack thought you were an innocent little bun, walking through town, bending over so they could catch a glimpse of your white panties, sometimes your skirt would even get caught on your fluffy bunny tail, letting them catch a whiff of your scent.

You always smelled so good, they couldn’t resist following after you.

They watched as you plump thighs squished together as you sat down at your favorite cafe, licking an ice cream cone and letting the white cream fall onto your cleavage.

And sometimes they’d be lucky enough for you to forget to wear panties, such a cute, forgetful little bun.

In reality, every little accident was a purposeful action meant to tease and coax the wolves to finally grab and mount your cute self.

Today you were feeling extra horny, your fingers just weren’t enough to satisfy you… so you let your juices run down your thighs, running back to the village without your panties.

It was bordering on mating season, and god you wanted to be fucked so badly! Wolf hybrids truly didn’t understand… they saw you as a fragile, innocent little thing when all you wanted was to feel all their knots fill you up with hot and sticky cum!

So you wander into town, smelling like a bitch in heat. You don’t bother with panties, only spritzing on some perfume.

Instantly you were being followed. You caught sight of a pair of wolf ears darting through the stalls, a wagging tail peaking out from behind a tree. The pack was on your tail.

You tried your best not to just bend over and wiggle your bottom right there. It was taking everything you had to ignore your instincts to mate and let yourself be mounted, especially with it being so close to mating season!

After you noticed quite a few wolf hybrids were after you, you settled onto a bench, keeping your chubby thighs open so the smell of your sipping wet pussy wafted through the air.

There were eyes on you from very angle, watching as you lifted your skirt. You put on a show, your soft nose twitching as your played with your fat pussy.

Some of them were getting braver, and the smell of wolf hybrid musk filled your nose. It got you off, seeing all those bobbing red cocks ready to fuck into your pretty little bunny cunt.

Before you knew it, you were being pinned down, your small holes stretched with a fat cock. It made you mewl, your fluffy cotton tail wagging furiously as another cock pressed against your soft lips.

After a while you lost count on how many cocks had entered your fat pussy, how many creampies that filled you up. All you could think about was how good it felt to be a completely helpless little bunny, trapped under yet another horny wolf that was ready to breed you~

It was bliss, being manhandled into another position, being completely stuffed and filled. You couldn’t be happier…

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[toeeater394737]

Bunny hybrid reader going through a painful heat, and having to be fucked for hours to calm down (Happy 5k 🎉)

A/N: this is a request for my 5K event! I am doing ALL requests I get within the next 24 hours, send one while you can!

You mewed out in agony, humping your pillow and babbling out pleas for your wolf!hybrid lover to fuck you.

Unfortunately, he had been gone for the day for work when your heat started, leaving you miserable and alone.

It was painful, your fingers not big enough to satisfy your need to be mounted and fucked by your mate. You cried and cried, your cheeks covered and tears as you desperately tried to fuck yourself on your soaked fingers.

The door to your shared room burst open, and you only got a glimpse of your mate frantically unbuttoning his pants before he was mounting you.

“So sorry, baby…” he growled out apologetically as he ruthlessly pounded you, finally itching that scratch in your needy bunny cunt. “I’ll make it better, shh… gonna breed you right…”

Your mate held onto your fat hips, fucking into his chubby little bunny as if he was in heat too. You mewled out in pleasure, lifting your ass to meet him, wanting more and more!

Though the positions changed so he could fuck you harder and deeper, one thing always stayed the same.

He always looked down at you with absolute love and adoration, one of his hands always on your fat belly.

“Gonna give you some pups. Don’t worry your pretty little head, just focus on my knot filling you up, okay?”

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thinking of husband nanami kento who is really into playing with your pussy through your panties!

so much so, that he often asks you to wear his favourite pair.

"which pair are you wearing tonight, darling?" he would ask during your evening out.

"the pretty white pair, just like you asked, kento~" you chime back, adoring this more sexually perverted side to your usually sweet and caring husband.

and with the way he's thinking, it is getting so perverse he needs to take you home immediately.

spreading his legs on the couch, he gets you comfortable on top, and feels up your inner thighs until he finds what he wants.

"that's it, sweetheart," he encourages you to open your legs wider for him and expose the sweet spot nestled in your core.

which is where his thumb rests, right at your centre, rubbing up and down.

the gentle motion, paired with the heat coming from his body and his voice in your ear, is enough to get you wet through the material.

and that's just how he likes it; seeping through the thin fabric of those pretty white panties.

"soaked already, honey?" the timbre of his voice makes you quiver on his lap. your thighs clench and he knows you're already close.

"just teasing, baby," he kisses your cheek from his position behind you, his golden hair tickling your neck, "let me get on my knees."

those words alone are enough to get you dripping down your thighs.

"y-yes, kento~"

you find yourself sitting above him with your legs being spread by large, masculine, familiar hands.

the gold band of his ring glistens in the low light, accentuating the beauty of the man below you.

"yes, just like that, good girl," he purrs and settles between your legs. his thighs bulge as he kneels, drawing your attention further down to the tent in his tight pants.

it's throbbing, getting harder the closer his lips get to your wet, messy panties.

his tongue reaches out, connecting to your core, and his throat forces out a guttural grunt.

his teeth find the saturated material, and he only just restrains himself from ripping them to shreds.

sliding his tongue out, he returns to his original mission; making you cum through your panties.

he pleasures you, licking you up and down your barely clothed labia, focusing on the sweet spot of your clit.

the relentless licking and restrained groans coming from his chest make you whimper. your breath falters, your hands gripping tight to the chair below you as you let out a shrill cry.

"ken..to- ahh-- fuckk..!!"

your legs are shaking. he can taste the liquid you're spilling through your panties.

but he's not satisfied.

taking you to bed, he lays you down with care and unbuckles his tight, restrictive pants.

releasing his cock from his shorts he arches over your body that's dewy with sweat, glistening from the aftermath of your first orgasm.

pumping himself a few times, he nestles his lips into your neck and mutters something.

"sorry.. sweetheart.." he's embarrassed, "i need to.."

and he slides his cock into your soaking wet panties.

he pumps his dick in and out of the tight material, giving him enough lubrication and friction to get off.

you look down, seeing the way his dick pushes into your panties, pulling them tight over the smooth head, all covered in your wet mess, combining with his precum, and you moan at the sight.

"uhh.." he groans as he starts coming undone- your composed and elegant husband is moaning profanities into your ear from fucking your soaking wet panties.

he rubs the head of his cock over your pussy. but not in.

he's not even penetrating you and he's getting breathless.

his moaning soon falls off, into heated panting as he presses kiss after kiss to your tender neck.

and the way the smooth head of his cock is teasing your puffy clit is sending you spiralling out of control as you clutch onto the shirt that you've nearly ripped off his back.

"ken-- kentoo..." you whimper for him, through the relentless pleasure.

"sweet-- heart.." his hands pin your hips to the bed and he pulls away in the peak of this heated moment to look down.

the sight of his cock, pulling tight against the material of your panties makes his abs clench up with pleasure.

"c-close.." he murmurs, giving your clit a few final touches before his cock starts pulsing, squirting ropes of cum through the lacy material.

"uh.. aah--" he groans, his brow squeezed together in pleasure as he looks down at you.

"god, i've made a mess.." he mutters, slipping his cock out of your panties and dragging them down your legs.

"let me clean you up, darling.."

kento

[toeeater394737]

Curiosity got kitty laid 🐱

satoru is rly sweet to his inexperienced kitty girl who doesn't really understand anatomy or sex :s nsfw! "kitten" + so many pet names, virgin reader (hybrid girl), hands + oral + sex (tummy bulge)

Thinking of the most inexperienced and sweet darling kitty girl who's just pawing at Satoru's lap for some attention.

He sits there with his legs spread so wide, you can't help but kneel between them and touch him where you're not allowed. He tried to resist you for so long but now you're doing this he's starting to get distracted from the TV and his crystal gaze keeps dipping down to your fingers... your hands.

"Baby- wait, you know what will happen if you touch your owner there?"

You shake your head, still massaging his crotch gently.

You know what yours feels like. You have a little tiny button you can press that makes you feel nice and a cute hole that gets all wet and gooey.

But that's not what his is like.

You sometimes see him bulging there, between his legs, especially if he wears tight pants or you catch him in his boxers. You want to know what it is. So what better way than to find out through touch?

"It's gonna get bigger, baby..." he strokes your ears gently with a concerned look in his eyes, "you better be careful, you might see a side of your owner you don't like, sweetheart."

He warns you but you are just too curious.

The soft and squishy swell in his shorts is... changing. You press your face closer to feel it on your cheek, nuzzling up and down. Your owner is letting out little soft hums now. He sounds nice, so you keep going. And the thing between his legs is growing, just like he said. And your hands start stroking him more because he seems to really like that, following the cues of his body until your hands are almost wrapped around him through his shorts.

You pull on it.

"Ngh-"

He makes such a sexy noise.

"Baby, I'm gonna get too hard in a minute, are you just messing around or do you really want this?"

He looks down at his body, where you're holding him.

"..wan' it..."

You murmur and tug on the waistband, pulling it down to see what it looks like. If he feels good when you touch him here, why wouldn't you continue?

It's pretty and pale like the rest of his skin, but it has a round head at the top that's quite red and blushed. There are big blue veins swelling along it and when your tiny hand circles around him you can feel a pulse. It throbs in your hand. You can barely cover him with one hand, so you use two. And he gives you a pleased smile, like you're doing the right thing.

You stare for a moment. You're not sure what you're supposed to do with it. It's so big and long. Where is it supposed to go?

"Owner- what is it?"

You understand it's him. It's part of his body. But like he said, it's making him act different. He has a blush on his cheeks and his breathing has got a bit shaky.

"It's my cock, sweetheart. It's for..." he searches for a word you might understand, "mating."

Now that word, you have heard before. Mating. It feels more like an instinct than a word. You're not sure what it entails but now you know it involves this big thing between his legs. Curious to find out more, you start moving your hands, up and down, up and down. His hips move in tandem and he lets out some noises you've never heard before.

He's gasping, then sighing with little moans caught in his throat. He bites his lip and you watch his expression shift. He kind of looks in pain so you stop your movements abruptly.

"No- no, don't stop."

His voice is deep and breathy.

He shakes his head and bucks his hips. You regain your grip on him and guide your hands over him again, following the beating pulse of his cock.

More noises spill from his puffy pink lips and you realise now that all the sights and sounds of him are waking a certain feeling in you. Your thighs press together and you can feel the slick there, as if you'd been touching yourself for hours. Which you have done, to the thought of him. But now he's here like this, would it be ok to touch yourself? To feel pleasure with him?

You slide one hand off his cock and down between your legs to find the little bud there. Slipping down your skirt, under your cute panties.

The lack of attention on his base causes his eyelashes to flutter in your direction.

"Oh kitten, you wanna feel good with me?"

He has a smile on his lips and in his eyes. You know it's ok.

You nod shyly and keep circling yourself and pulling at his cock. Through your hazy lust you notice a little bead of liquid on top of the red round tip. When you look closer you see it leaks out of a tiny hole and you watch it drip down the silky smooth skin. He gets so wet until the entire flushed tip is shiny.

And you wonder what you're supposed to do with all that wet stuff? Can you... lick it? Would he mind if you tasted it?

Curious thoughts draw your lips closer. It's intimidating. You look up at him and he doesn't stop you from sticking your tongue out and connecting it to the wet tip. You smooth your tongue around him while keeping up the rhythm with your hand and he moans. It's deep and loud and brings a new pool between your legs.

"Yeah-"

He gulps for air again. He looks so hot, like he's running a marathon.

"Yeah, kitten, use your mouth-"

He's not asking you. He's barely even telling you.

His voice is so filled with need and want that you obey, engulfing the entire swollen head with your lips. The tip of your tongue presses at that little leaky hole and a higher pitched sound comes from him. You circle your wet muscle around him and your saliva drips down this long and hard part of his body.

"Wow- y-you're a fucking angel, baby, can't believe you're doing this to me-"

He lets you suckle on his tip and use your hands to pleasure him and yourself for a little while longer then he wants to show you something else.

"Look, come here," his arms wrap around your body and he pulls you up on his lap.

"Wanna know what this thing is really for?"

You nod and look at his pretty face in a daze.

"Yes owner!"

Your eagerness makes him laugh. He's afraid you won't be so perky when he shows you what it's like.

"This," he tugs at his cock and lines your hips up with his body, "is going in here."

He rubs the soaked entrance of your hole with his fingers, dipping them in a little. He strokes up your tummy and imagines how full his little kitty will be.

You shake your head slowly in disbelief.

But he returns a mischievous smile and nods, slowly smearing his wetness all over yours.

Is that what it was for? To make sure he can go inside?

He pulls your body down and your hole resists momentarily before he coos in your ear-

"Relax, baby, open up for me."

His cock stands upright and sinks into you as you come down, slowly, your lips finally meeting the white hairs of his base.

You feel different.

Your head feels confused and your body feels like it's been rearranged. To fit him. He's pushed everything out of the way and made room for his cock. You look down and see the fat swell in your belly. You're too struck and shaken to do anything but stare.

He giggles, enjoying your expression, and starts lifting you up again.

"Wait wait wait-!!! We, we move--?? Like this??"

It felt wild enough just sitting on him, taking all that inside you?

"That's enough, that's enough!!!!"

But no.

"No, oh no, honey~"

He hums and slides you up and down. Your mouth hangs open and you've never felt so wet before. He feels so achy and hard in there like he's going to split you open. But he's giving you the highest form of pleasure you've ever received, all while fulfilling some kind of deep rooted instinct. A hot desire in the core of your body that you weren't really aware of until now. It's inside you and he's touching you in all the right places to ignite this feeling and make it spread from your centre right to the tips of your fingers and toes.

You feel like you've left reality behind, but you can grasp that you're being lifted up and down. He's doing it gently and looking at you with affection in his eyes. His face looks soft and needy and you just have to grab onto his shoulders and smother him in kisses, which he seems to love.

He smiles and laughs into you.

"Baby, you like it now, hm?"

He coos and strokes you softly, guiding you over his body.

"Yeah~"

You manage to find enough breath to reply and you sink into his body. He holds you and pulls you up and down, his hips starting to move under you. They bounce you to start with, slowly, smoothly, then they start bucking with more force until you're grappling onto his shoulders and nearly being thrown in the air.

Your breath is knocked out of you on each thrust. You're panting over his mouth and he only lets you rest for a second so he can rip your shirt off to see your tits bounce. You have no idea what to do with the rest of your body but keep your legs open to take everything he needs to give you. The rest falls slack- your tail and ears twitch intermittently and you can feel the muscles in your hole spasming around him.

"Baby, well done," he keeps telling you. He knows he's huge. He knows you weren't necessarily ready. But he warned you... and if you're going to touch him like that you've got to be prepared for this.

You can only whimper and hiccup in reply and he starts kissing you and sucking on your lips madly, plunging his tongue inside you while his dazzling eyes meet yours.

He's ravenous.

He looks more handsome than he ever has. But his expression is making you nervous. You don't know what he's going to do.

He starts grabbing your ass and slamming your body down on his dick harder and he suddenly throws his head back over the sofa.

"Uuhhg --- fuuck fuck me-!!!"

Now it sounds like he's begging you. He's moaning. You understand he feels good, but he looks so needy. What does he need?

"W-what is it... Toru, owner??"

"Fuck me, please, ride my dick, I swear I'm gunna cum soon, do you wanna make me feel good? Wanna make your owner feel good? Kitten, kitten baby I'm not gunna last just pl--"

His plea is cut short by a silky smooth movement of your hips that makes his body shake and convulse under you.

You wanna see more.

You lift his shirt up and he rips it off, impatience making him aggressive.

His abs are tensing up and his jaw is shut tight.

You roll your hips over him with a little guidance. It feels natural. You know what to do.

So you move up and down, taking him in your depths with him grabbing every inch of your plush skin- your ass, your thighs, then up your stomach and landing on your tits. He pinches your little nipples and sucks on them, making you whimper and whine until the intense, swelling pleasure in your stomach feels full like it's about to-

"O-owner what-what's happening- oh, oh, wait- this, this is---"

"Mating, baby, you're cumming, I can feel you."

He explains through the tightly clenched muscles of his jaw. He's gotta focus.

"You're squeezing me-"

You nod and moan, feeling the pleasure spread and beat through your body.

"-to get my cum out. Made for me- made to take me-"

He pants and bruises your hips with his big hands until you can't ride him anymore and he fucks his hips up into your with force until his cum spills. He moans out his affections and praise, pulling you up and down slowly to ensure you get every drop.

He lets you sit on him like that for a moment, bringing you closer. Your head nuzzles under his chin and you feel a little embarrassed with the way you acted, but he soothes all of that by stroking your back and telling you what a beautiful kitty you are.

"Was that fun, sweetie?"

His hands snake up your back and find your pointy ears to fiddle with.

You lick at his throat endearingly and peer up at your owner. He looks so satisfied.

"Mhm~" you hum affectionately and purr into him, enjoying the warmth of your naked bodies.

satoru

[toeeater394737]

Summary: His adorable sweet bunny is in the heat and he, as a responsible owner, is there to help his bunny.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — Bunny!reader, Oral (f! Receiving), reader is too innocent for this world

Time passed, and you got used to him. You have changed a lot since he took you in. You ate good food, showered regularly, and were dressed in nice clothes. He even tried to teach you how to talk, not like your old owner.

He loved you.

And you loved him.

You got so used to him that you could never sleep without him. It was too hard for you to sleep without him stroking your hair, your bunny ears, and your plush bunny tail.

But there is only one problem for you

Because of his career as a sorcerer, he was always at work. Sometimes, he came home very late, and you missed him very much.

Today was one of those days. He wasn't home now,

You were waiting for him on his bed for hours, you even had one of his shirts, your arms wrapped tightly around him, and you were breathing in his smell; it smelled just like him.

You curled up on the bed, hugging his shirt tightly. You missed him so much; it was hard for you to fall asleep without him, his strong, protective presence always made you feel secure.

You felt a throbbing and wetness between your legs as you thought about him, you were getting wet. The wetness from your pussy was soaking the bed. You weren't sure what it was.

What if he gets mad at you? What if he says you're a dirty bunny girl and throws you out on the street?

Suddenly, you heard the sound of the door opening, your small bunny ears twitched gently

You lifted your head, your eyes wide with excitement, and a huge smile crossed your small face. Without waiting, you ran to the door.

He smiled as he heard the pat-pat of your tiny feet; his cute rabbit seemed to have missed him a lot

When you saw him, you jumped in his muscular arms and hugged him tightly

''I-I… m-missed… you''

Gojo grinned as he saw your cute eyes filled with love. He chuckled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to your forehead.

He chuckled, enjoying the moment as you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Aww, my little bunny missed me, huh?"

Slowly, he wrapped his strong arms around you, squeezing your delicate frame gently. "Well, I missed you too, my sweet. You're so adorable when you're all bundled up in my arms."

Gojo hummed as he carried you to the bedroom, setting you on the bed. He then removed his jacket and shoes, placing them in the designated spot before sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

"I'm sorry I was late today," Gojo said, gently stroking your soft hair and bunny ears, "But I'm here now''

His eyes drifted to the wet spot on the bed… it smelled like… well, arousal… He smirked slightly and chuckled

When you saw him looking at that wet spot, you immediately buried your face in his chest. Your eyes filled with shame.

You knew you had done something wrong, he was angry with you. You thought like that, your beautiful eyes filled with tears your cute voice was trembling

''S-sorry… Y/N is… sorry. I w-won't do it''

Gojo couldn't help but smirk as he looked down at the wet spot on the bed. "Well, well, looks like my little bunny is in heat, huh?" He chuckled softly

When he saw you crying, his eyes softened, and he kissed your forehead.

"Of course not, my little bunny. How could I be mad at you when you're so adorable?" And… I see my beautiful bunny seems to have a bit of a problem. And what kind of owner would I be if I didn't take care of you?''

With these words, he gently laid you on your back, your soft rabbit ears and puffy tail twitching slightly.

He took a moment to admire your body. It was so small, delicate, and completely innocent. He could see the wetness from your pussy slowly spreading on the white bedsheets, and it excited him.

Slowly, he began to undress you, taking off your clothes piece by piece, revealing your milky white skin. He kissed your ample tits gently, feeling the rapid beating of your heart before moving lower, his tongue slowly tracing the outline of your wet pussy.

Gojo smiled, looking up at you, "I'm going to take care of you, my little bunny."

"You smell so good, my sweet bunny. I can't wait to taste you."

And with that, he buried his face between your thighs,

Gojo continued to lick your juicy pussy, his tongue moving in circles around your clit. He could feel your small body squirming beneath him, your moans and whimpers filling the room.

His cock was hard, straining against his pants. He wanted to fuck you so badly, to feel your tight little hole around his cock. But he held back, wanting to make sure you were fully pleasured first.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet, my little bunny," he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day."

He slid two fingers inside you, feeling your tight walls clench around him. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit your G-spot. At the same time, he sucked on your cunt, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub.

''kyah~'' you squeal cutely

Gojo could feel your delicate body tensing, your moans growing louder. He smirked, knowing that you were close to orgasm. He increased his pace, licking and fingering your juicy, puffy pussy more vigorously.

"Cum for me, my little bunny," he growled, his eyes locked onto you.

It didn't take long for you to lose your composure, your small body arching off the bed as you came hard, your pussy clenching around Gojo's fingers and tongue. He continued to lick and suck until your orgasm subsided, the taste of your cum making his cock ache with desire.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he sat back on his heels, admiring the flushed cheeks and messy hair of his bunny. He gently wiped away the strands of hair that fell into your cute eyes, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

"Good girl," he praised, breaking the kiss to remove his clothes, leaving him fully naked before you. "Now it's my turn to be pleasured." With that, he positioned himself between your legs, his large cock pressing against your entrance. "Ready for me, little bunny?"

Your eyes widened in fear as you looked at his cock; what was he going to do with it? Will he put that big, veiny thing inside you…?

Gojo smirked and caressed your hair, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I promise~" With that, he slowly pushed his cock into your tight pussy, feeling your body adjust to his size. He paused, looking into your eyes, ensuring you were okay before resuming his thrusts, slowly at first, building speed and intensity.

He gripped your plump hips tightly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat, the sound of the bodies meeting filling the room. The sensation of your pussy gripping his cock was enough to make him moan, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight." he panted, his pace quickening as he neared his climax. "I will fill you up with my cum."

''I-I~ Ah~hah~!

His eyes locked onto your twitching bunny ears as he fucked you, he couldn't help and reached up to grab your soft, fluffy bunny ears. He gave them a gentle tug, watching your face contort with pleasure.

He loved how sensitive they were, and how you reacted with such a cute little whimper whenever he touched them.

"These ears are so cute," he purred, his fingers stroking the velvety fur. "I love how they twitch every time I touch them."

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he grabbed your soft bunny ears, gently tugging on them. He loved how sensitive they were, and how you reacted with such a cute little whimper whenever he touched them.

He continued to thrust into your tight pussy, his cock hitting all the right spots inside your pussy. Your cute moans and whimpers only spurred him on, making him want to fuck you harder, faster

''A-Ah~''

"That's it, let me hear those sweet sounds~" Gojo encouraged, his grip on your hips tightening.

He could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your body tensing as you neared your climax. His orgasm was rapidly approaching, his cock throbbing inside your small cunt.

"Come for me, little bunny," he growled, his thrusts were becoming erratic. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he came hard, filling your puffy pussy with his hot, thick cum. He continued to rock his hips, riding out the waves of his orgasm, ensuring that every last drop of his seed was buried deep inside you.

Finally, panting and sweaty, he collapsed on top of you, his cock still buried inside you. He peppered your small, flushed face with kisses, whispering sweet words of love and affection.

"That was incredible, my little bunny," he murmured, gently stroking your hair. "You took your owner's cock so well."

He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum began to drip out of your well-used pussy. Gojo smirked, feeling a sense of pride knowing that he had marked his sweet bunny as his.

"Stay right there, little bunny," he instructed, moving to grab a warm towel from the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up."

He gently wiped away the sweat and cum from your small cunt, taking extra care to clean your sensitive pussy.

Once done, he lay down next to you, pulling your fragile frame close for a tender embrace. He kissed your forehead and nuzzled his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply as he savored the scent of you.

He strokes your soft tail, eliciting a soft giggle from you. The combination of your cute laugh and the bunny ears and tail.

He whispered, his voice still thick with lust. "You are too adorable for this world, Bunny-chan~"

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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Warnings. PuppyHybrid!Satoru x FemBunny Hybrid!reader, smut, dumb pup Satoru, size difference, dubcon, humping, crying, lots of cum, somnophilia ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Puppy!Satoru doesn’t get that he can’t just have you whenever he wants, it confuses him immensely when you lock yourself in Suguru’s bedroom to get away from him.

You try your hardest to avoid Satoru whenever necessary because of how eager he is, you can’t keep up with him. Relaxing means nothing to him when he constantly wants to be in your face saying and doing the most, it’s frustrating having to put up with him because Suguru thinks you’ll bond with him.

Puppy!Satoru just loves you too much, he wants you in ways that are indescribable, he loves his cute bunny so much.

The only time he can really have you pliant and not aggressive is when you’re sleep, that’s when he really takes it to another level.

Puppy Toru grinds his cock against you when you’re sleeping so peacefully, if he can’t have you while you’re awake then he’ll have you this way. He carefully wraps his arms around you and plops himself agaisnt your ass, his little cock snuggly fitting ontop of your delicious panty-clad ass, he humps you slowly, nice and sensually to build himself up a little.

When you do start stirring awake, he’ll slowly lull you back to sleep by rubbing your fluffy ears just like Suguru does. His bunny looks so cute whining but then falling back into your sleepy state.

Satoru slips your panties to the side, your dripping cunt so shiny within his blue orbs.

He pulls his cocklet out till his pants sit below his heavy strained balls, they need to be released very soon or he feels like he’ll explode where he sits. He glides against your fat pussy as slow as he can as to not wake you again, he can’t have his fun ruined so early and definitely not before he cums.

His breaths are coming out uneven and shaky, his whole body feels uneasy.

He uses two hands to spread your cunt, peering into your tiny soaked hole, ready to be used for hours on end.

It’s about a good hour in and Satoru is soaked in his own sweat, his clammy body and cum covered cock still hasn’t let up, he fucks your poor cunt like his life depends on it, it definitely feels that way. His balls, no matter how many times he cums still aren’t emptied.

A sleepy you is finally stirring awake, you feel pain for a few moments before total bliss blinds your body, Satoru tries to still for a moment to let you fall back asleep but finds his hips won’t stop meeting your ass, he can’t stop plunging himself deep inside of you, pulling out and doing it all over again.

You let Satoru fuck your little bunny-cunt so many times after you awake, you let him cum inside you; a large goopy wet mess by the end of it. Even if you are crying you can’t will yourself to tell him to stop because you feel so damn good. You’ll let him fuck an entire litter into you!

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'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*' Warnings. SnowLeopard!Reader x PuppyHybrid!Satoru, size difference, mean!reader, crying, smut '*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

No because I’ve been seeing a lot of SnowLeopard Satoru and I freaking love it but I also love the idea of the roles being reversed!

SnowLeopard!Satoru is still much bigger than you but he isn’t as potent as you, Suguru used to think that in the your relationship Satoru controlled everything but come to find out it’s you who keeps the big man in check.

It’s you who’s pinning Satoru down when you want his fat cock to fill every inch of your cunt, it’s you who’s on top of him, grinding down to make your greedy pussy feel good.

All Satoru can do is sit back and whine loudly while you use him like he’s one of your toys, he won’t say it out loud but right now he preferred if you used your toys, the way you take what you want drives him insane in such a nasty way.

Satoru cries and cries from the overstimulation his cock is facing, when you lift your ass off of him he gets the chance to look at his erect cock and see the mess of mixtures you’ve made, as well as how red his cock is. You slide right back down with no problems, fully enveloping him in your warmth all over again.

SnowLeopard!satoru never gets to take control in the bedroom, nor does he really want to, he likes how you tell him whatever, whenever you want something done. All he has to do is lay back and look pretty.

SnowLeopard!Satoru who’s aggression can really get out of control, you know His species has a bad temper problem, something your baby can’t control, when he does yell at you and realizes what he’s done he’s on his knees, tears in his pretty blue eyes begging for your forgiveness.

But you’ll have none of it.

You jerk him off so roughly that night, ignoring his Loud whines of how much it hurts, if it hurts so badly why is his cute cock spewing out fat droplets of cum, why is he also in the same breath insisting that you tease his fluffy tail?

If it hurts so badly why are his hips bucking up to meet you halfway?

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Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

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pathetic jake who whines and begs to let him fuck you 💔 he's literally near tears bc he has to get his dick wet soon or he thinks he's gonna die :(

pookie what are you doing in my inbox 😋🤭

you’d be trying to relax: whether it’s reading a book on the couch or watching a show or trying to take a nap, but jake refuses to leave you alone.

“please,” he begged, his voice raw with desire. he’d grab your wrist, bringing your hand down to his pulsating erection. “feel it, feel how hard it is. i need to be inside you, i need—”

“jake,” you scolded, shooting him a glare. “i’m trying to relax.”

“i’m trying to relax too,” he whined. “i just wanna relax inside of you. please. i promise it’ll be good, please just let me put it on. need to feel your warm pussy so bad.”

you had to admit, his desperation, pathetic as it was, was slowly starting to turn you on. you wanted to have just a little bit more fun with him before you gave in.

“how bad do you need it?” you asked him.

you could literally see his eyes water. he’d never been such a desperate mess before.

“more than anything,” he croaked out, trying to hump his hips into your hand. “i wanna cum so bad. i wanna fuck you until i have no more cum, please. please, baby.”

“okay, okay,” you finally gave in.

bro would LEAP out of his clothes and be inside of you within the next 30 seconds lol.

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gojo satoru wasn't subtle. never had been, really. if he wanted something, he went for it. and tonight, that something was you, sprawled out beneath him with flushed cheeks and a chest that had been teasing him all damn day.

"you know, i think you wear these tops just to mess with me," he murmured, his voice was hushed as his fingers toyed with the straps of your bra. the fabric had been discarded somewhere near the foot of the bed, leaving you in nothing but lace and his undivided attention.

"i wasn't-" your breath hitched as his lips pressed against your collarbone, trailing lazy kisses downward, "-trying to mess with you."

"oh, sure. because i totally believe that," he drawled, though the smirk on his lips told you he didn't believe a single word of it. his hands cupped your breasts through the lace, thumbs brushing over the peaks with the kind of touch that made your body arch into him. "but that's okay. i don't mind being messed with by you, y'know?"

he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, the teasing light in his eyes softened by something far more. then, slowly, he leaned back down, his mouth trailing over the tops of your breasts. he reached the edge of the lace, he paused, his tongue flicking over the fabric.

"satoru," you whined, your hips shifting beneath him as heat pooled low in your belly.

"patience, sweetheart! i'm not done appreciating you yet. you're just so pretty all laid out for me like this, how can i not?" his voice was muffled against your skin, and before you could protest, he hooked a finger under the lace, tugging it down just enough to bare you to him.

the groan he let out was downright sinful. "god, you're perfect," he said, like he was talking to himself as much as you. his hands framed your chest, holding you steady as his lips closed around one of your nipples. the sensation made your back arch again, a gasp escaping your lips as his tongue swirled and flicked - his free hand going to knead your other tit.

he didn’t rush. he lavished your breasts with worship, switching from one to the other with no less intensity as his hand switched to the other tit once more. his teeth grazed your, in the moment, warm skin, a contrast to the slight coldness of his mouth but with the soothing strokes of his tongue.

"you're so beautiful like this," he mumbled between kisses, his hands never straying from your chest. his fingers kneaded the soft flesh, coaxing gasps and whimpers from you with every touch. "i could spend all night here, you know. just like this."

"you're so annoying, toru, i know you would," you managed, though the words lacked bite when your voice was this breathy and needy.

he chuckled, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the valley between your breasts before meeting your gaze again from down there, watching you stare up at him with a dazed look. "maybe. but you like it."

which is true!

you couldn't argue with that. not when his hands and mouth were driving you to the edge with nothing more than sheer devotion to your body. it was so pleasurable - your senses were overwhelmed, your body alight with the feeling of him smooching every inch of your boobs. every swirl of his tongue and press of his lips felt soft, calculated to pull you apart bit by bit.

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satorus long and nimble fingers spread across your chest, palming desperately and squeezing the fat of your boobs. after seeing him teary eyed on his knees, pleading out "please, i need it" over and over, you really couldn't deny him.

youve scolded him countless times on controlling himself, but the strongest became weak at the thought of just touching you. vivid or faint, the softest of memories with your skin under his palms caused him to harden.

anything, everything, you did, turned him on so badly it hurt. so with his hands groping and pathetically grabbing at your breasts, a shakey whimper spilt from satorus soft pink lips.

his leaky cock pushed against its confines, tip angry and stubborn against the fabric of his sweats. horrified he looked down from your pretty nipples, to his spasming cock. a wet patch was growing on his clothing, one you could feel against your thigh when he shoved his face in your neck.

that's kinda cute, even you must admit

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dating nerdy bf! gojo— everyone thinks your sweet little dork of a boyfriend is innocent, but little do they know how much of a horny freak he is, especially when you’re sitting on his lap in the library studying; his weakness.

you were too concentrated on jotting notes down to realize his hard length was poking you from underneath your skirt nor hear his breathing starting to become heavy until he moves your hair to the side and rasps in your ear, “baby…you look so beautiful when you’re focused.”

confused, you flip your head around to see your pathetic boyfriend in a complete haze– flushed cheeks, eyes full of hunger, lips glossy and red. “satoru, are you okay? need some water? a snack? we can take a bre–“ he cuts you off.

“no.” he breathed out, “what i need…” starting to grind up against your heat, “is to feel you around my cock.” groaning against your neck as his veiny hand snakes around the other side.

you can’t help but feel the slight warmth starting to take over your face once he begins grinding his aching dick back and forth against your throbbing cunt, the stimulation nearly bringing you over the edge until you realize the two of you were still in the library, bringing your shaky hand over your mouth to muffle your slight whimpers.

“toru, we can get introuble if someone catches us right now.” you quietly whine, “can we finish this first then we can go…” almost slipping out a moan when he bucks his hips into you even faster.

“no, can’t mmh wait, need you now.” he mewled out (almost) out loud, that you had to turn around to shush him with your hand and caught a glimpse of his fogged up, tilted eyeglasses almost falling off his face and his mouth dangling open.

the roll of his hips against you came to a halt as his body began to squirm underneath yours, his eyes rolling back and sweat starting to drip down the sides of his face as he pants again your hand, the tent in his pants now becoming a stained wet spot. “so sorry sweets i-“ profusely apologizing. you sigh and get up from his lap.

“yeah yeah, c’mon lets go before someone notices you stained your pants you nerd.”

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tags: @beanietopia @cuntphoric @alifromanotherworld @takumasimp @webism @yemmuisworld @xixflower

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CANDY CRUSH — 재윤

talking shit and subsequently being challenged to a fight by an ex pro boxer wasn’t how rookie jake imagined he’d get the hot ring girl to finally notice him. but on the off chance he doesn’t get his shit absolutely rocked, you’ve offered to be more than just his arm-candy after the big win. (OR: snitches get…bitches?)

PAIRING: boxer!jake x ring girl!reader

GENRE: smut (p with p, mdni), tiny sprinkle of fluff, underground boxer au

CONTENTS: violence/illegal activity, mentioned drugs, ft. boxer!heeseung/boxer!bang chan, chan & reader are fwb at the beginning, jake’s a horndog (everyone is tbh), douchebag!chan (i love him, don’t take this personally), nearly constant sexual tension, ‘omg you’re bleeding let me help you!’ scene, mentioned sweat/blood (but in a horny way), suggestive massage, dom!jake, big d*ck!jake, reader’s a tease (kinda bratty), degradation (b*tch, sl*t), praise, oral (g&r), (rough?) unprotected s*x, multiple org*sms, backshots, squirting, jake can pick reader up

WC: 11.8k

PLAYLIST: confessions - flo rida, sticky - tyler the creator, hallucination - stray kids, railway - stray kids, daydream - enhypen, love talk (eng ver) - wayv, baby don’t like it - nct 127

COPYRIGHT OF P4RANORMALUV. PLAGIARISM NOT TOLERATED.

the popcorn’s stale, the water is from a murky tap concealed under the plastic lid of a styrofoam cup, and jake can’t even drink the room temperature beer because he has a fight in an hour.

not that many people will be paying attention to his bout anyway; most spectators are only here to watch the reigning champion, bang chan, maul the next poor guy’s face in. which is probably why his fights are always at the end of the night, to ensure the maker’s (criminals) of the underground ring can suck as much money out of the crowd as they can. you’d think they’d figure out that offering some decent food would bring them more cash, but jake figures some criminals become law breakers by simply being dumb as fuck— so he digresses.

“shit, here they come, bro.” heeseung says, effectively calling jake over to lean against the balcony railing, having an upper view of the whole ring. jake knows exactly what heeseung’s vague words mean as he watches the ring girls file out from a side door, putting more weight on his forearms as he leans further, trying to spot your unmistakable figure— which is permanently ingrained into his mind at this point— amongst all the other women and bright spotlights.

“there’s yours,” heeseung points, directing jake’s eyes to you just as you bend over to squeeze between the rope barriers and step into the ring, getting an eyeful of your ass in those tight, red booty shorts.

you walk across the ring floor like it’s a catwalk, flashing a flirty smile as you and the other girls hype up the crowd, keeping them engaged before the next two fighters are announced. and damn, are you engaging; jake’s watched you more than enough to see you know how to make heads turn, how to stand out amongst all the others. your silhouette flashes behind jake’s eyelids when he blinks, he has the intervals of your swaying hips memorized, and his hand seems to always fall into that same rhythm when his cock is gripped between his fist; your voice flows like liquid-sex, and he imagines how his name would sound coming off your tongue, how you’d sound begging and crying as he stretches your sweet cunt around him— his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

but as you now lift a sign up with big, bold numbers, announcing the start of a new match, jake is reminded of the bitter reality that he’ll probably never have the chance to hear you yell out anything other than ‘round one!’— with no sexual connotation attached to the meaning.

the bitterness only deepens when you step off the ring’s platform and chan immediately sweeps you up into his arms, bulging muscles pressing into your flesh; then you disappear, chan leading you up the stairs to the very same balcony view heeseung and jake watch from— but on the opposite side, so close yet so far. your eyes never meet jake’s stare before you’re taken inside one of the rooms, intended for boxer’s to ‘warm up’, but are more often than not used to get high and have sex; which is probably what the two of you are about to do, have a good luck fuck before chan’s fight— not that the bastard needs anymore luck than he already has.

“the fuck you mean mine,” jake replies to heeseung, biting his lip in annoyance before turning his head away from your direction and to his friend. “she hasn’t even noticed my existence.”

“you practically drool a puddle when you look at her, maybe one day she’ll slip in it and fall on your dick.” heeseung smirks, wrapping his blistered knuckles in gauze, the poorly healed wound breaking open again after the bout he had earlier— but hey, he won, and got a little bit of chump change for it.

“you’re insane.” jake complains, rolling his eyes— but when he turns away from heeseung, he knows it’s to hide a humored smile.

“not even half as much as you.” the older rebuttals, slapping jake on the shoulder and turning him towards the room they stand just outside of. “now come on, you need to get ready. you’re on after this one.”

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“could you be a doll and go get us more drinks?” heeseung asks the half naked girl sitting on his lap.

he and jake (plus no-name ring girl) sit in a smoky room of the underground facility, getting high and drunk after another night of fighting in the ring like they usually do.

jake is feeling good, having won a bout against another boxer that was more well known, the spectators having mostly bet on his opponent; but jake beat his ass by— well, a landslide might be too generous, he does have a split lip and a bruise darkening on his temple— but he won, gaining not only more confidence in his skills, but also pushing his rank up a little bit. he hopes by the next fight he has, he’ll have a few more people cheering for him, putting money on his name. (and hopefully getting more money for it than the measly 30 dollars he’s been getting.)

“and can you check the fridge first?” jake adds on, the girl getting up from heeseung’s lap slowly, fuck me eyes flashing at the older before she looks over to jake and nods with a wink.

“sure, as long as i get a tip after.” she jokes, making heeseung bark out a laugh at the explicit pun just as she disappears out the door.

“oh, she wants it.” heeseung remarks with unbridled cockiness.

“she doesn’t want ‘it’, she wants yours.” jake corrects, breathing in his joint before sitting it down on the dirty ashtray.

“she wants both of ours.” heeseung rebuttals, eyes turning dark as they look at jake, prompting. “you in?”

at the question, jake exhales, smoke tendrils swirling out from between his lips; the high soothes his aching muscles, the minor injuries he gains from every fight.

“i dunno know, man.”

“come on, stop being emo!” heeseung whines, tone starkly changing from the lustful one he had seconds ago.

“pussy’s pussy, even when it’s not y/n’s, you know.” he rhetorically asks.

“i just don’t feel like it, bro! don’t even feel like moving.”

heeseung’s eyes roll in annoyance at his friend who’s practically become celibate over a girl that probably doesn't even know his name. he just doesn’t get it. “i doubt you’d have to. take one look at those toned thighs and tell me she wouldn’t ride it into the fucking sunset—“

“fresh out of booze.” the girl announces as she suddenly returns, unknowingly interrupting heeseung.

“even the warm kind?” jake complains.

“yeah,” she answers, returning to sit between the two of them on the couch, jake noticing how she makes sure she has a part of herself touching the both of them. “chan took all the rest, apparently.”

“of course he did.” jake remarks roughly, taking another hit from his joint to hopefully soothe his sudden growing annoyance. “mr. ex pro gets everything.”

“can you stop bitching? you just won against an upper rank, be happy!” heeseung groans, wrapping his arm around the girl’s shoulders to push at jake.

“ex pro?” she repeats, crossing her legs and turning on her hip to put a hand on jake’s chest; he knows she’s just giving him a window to rant in the hopes of getting in his pants, but he doesn’t even care, the alcohol and building resentment he’s had for bang chan making his lips loose.

so jake tells her everything about chan’s controversial past;

he was decently big in the boxing world, continuous wins, his attractive face, and charisma making him skyrocket in popularity. but after failing a drug test in which he tested positive for multiple drugs that fell under the physical enhancement category, he was suspended from professional boxing for a year. bang chan made a statement that the drugs were only taken at parties and never in the duration of an upcoming fight— but it was his words against social media, without any of his own proof and a few dirty dating scandals and rumors attached to it. quickly, articles and x posts were flooding in, his name dragged through the absolute mud that he ‘doped’, and his title as a successful, hard working pro was no more.

of course, a few of his fangirls are probably still sticking around— but all the viral spread died down once chan took things underground, hiding from the public eye.

“oh my god, i didn’t know that.” the girl says, genuinely shocked; jake can tell, not only from her widened eyes, but from how her suggestive rubbing over his chest stopped once he really started getting into the grit of it all.

(heeseung’s about to explode from annoyance and sexual frustration, the hot chick’s attention now completely glued to jake’s rambling and not on his dick.)

“it’s fucked,” jake continues. “he’s got this whole thing rigged to his advantage. how is it fair that he gets to fight in that shitty ring when he’s got a professional background? he gets all the money, all the glory, and all the girls! i don’t even need all that, all i want is y/n, but of course out of everyone— she’s the one he chooses to have as his arm-candy after every win— every undeserved win.”

“undeserved?” another voice speaks— which jake immediately knows isn’t heeseung, because there’s an australian accent to it, and there’s only one other aussie in this god forsaken underground, which means—

“chan!” the girl smiles, flirty attitude right back on when she sees him looming in the doorway, which jake foolishly didn’t notice was left open.

she gets up from the couch, sauntering over to chan’s other arm, while you hang off the other.

“you think my wins are undeserved?” chan all but growls, teeth visibly gritting, like he’s a rabid dog about to lunge and attack at any given moment.

heeseung’s not at all worried about getting his dick wet anymore and entirely panicking inwardly at the notion that he’s possibly about to see his friend get pummeled— which means he’s about to get pummeled too, because that’s what friends do.

and jake? well, yeah, he’d like to take a swing at chan— but in the ring, surrounded by spectators who can testify of his murder— not in a dirty room filled with smoke and most likely years worth of dna stained into the couch.

he stands, because the tense moment urges him to get up off the couch where he’s cornered. “uh— uhm, i…”

chan is walking right up to get all in jake’s face before he can even finish his stuttering, heavy breaths puffing into his face like he’s facing an angry bull.

in that small moment, jake asks himself the question of if he’d rather grovel the ground and kiss chan’s ass for forgiveness like everyone else does, or stand his ground; and call him crazy, but when his eyes break chan’s uncomfortable, challenging stare for just a moment and he meets your gaze instead, jake decides he’d rather die than kiss up to chan— ever, but especially in front of you.

“y’know what, man? yeah.” he states, surprised at himself by the strength and confidence in his voice.

veins on the side of chan’s neck bulge, his jaw tensing as his seething glare sends daggers from his eyes and right into jake’s.

“i could k.o. you in two seconds, bitch.” he spits, jake’s expression hardening as his competitiveness that got him into boxing in the first place begins to rear its head.

“wanna go, right here? think you can beat my ass in front of these pretty ladies, show them how ‘undeserving’ i am?”

“chan…” jake hears you whisper, his range of vision skewed when all he can see is chan’s flaring nostrils. “it wouldn't be a fair fight, he’s— he’s high.”

as if he’s just now noticing the smoke permeating the room or jake’s surely pinkened eyes, chan smirks and lets out a scoff, finally taking a step back.

“s’fine, i’d rather have an audience watching when i knock you out cold anyway.”

“wh— what? what do you mean? he can’t—“ heeseung starts in a panic, but jake’s already made up his mind, pissed off by chan’s threats and how he tries to belittle him in front of you.

“i’m up for that.” jake agrees. “fighting you in the ring, that is. we’ll see who wins.”

the smirk on chan’s lips only widens, like he sees jake’s blood on his hands already, hears the cheers from the crowd. “great. i’ll take it up with the matchmaker.”

and just like that, chan is gone, dragging you and the other girl with him, leaving a blue balled heeseung and jake— who’s upcoming, early death hasn’t hit him yet.

“so…” heeseung speaks up after a very long stretch of silence.

“what do you want written on your gravestone?”

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after the tense standoff chan just had to invoke, he leads you and your coworker to ‘his’ room that the owner of the underground rigged up all nice for his number one champion; the walls are covered with a fresh coat of paint— keeping in mind, they’re probably just as grime covered as the rest, and the paint color is an ugly shade of ‘shrek’s vest’ brown— but the led strip lights lining the ceiling help with the atmosphere, casting the room in their pinkish-purple glow; and of course chan asked for a large bed to put in the room, the large piece of furniture almost taking up the whole floor space.

but what’s left of the limited square footing, a couch was able to be squeezed into— and that’s where you sit, drinking the unneeded amount of alcohol chan had while dodging his advances to kiss you; you know it would turn into him wanting a threesome with you and the other ring girl, and you’re really not in the mood right now; you already fucked before his match, and after his angry little tantrum, you’re just…turned off.

you’re only lightly buzzed, but chan and your coworker don’t hold back until they’re drunk off their asses. it doesn’t take long until they’re sloppily making out in front of you, the girl moaning out as she grinds against chan’s lap.

chan doesn’t even pause the make out session as he blindly leans a hand against the coffee table, attempting to get up and carry the girl to his bed— but the action causes an empty beer bottle to fall, shards of glass bursting and glittering across the floor.

“seriously, guys?” you groan, hearing only giggles in return as chan makes a second clumsy, drunken attempt at standing up; he’s successful, but narrowly misses the sharp fragments on the floor.

“fucking shit!” you exclaim, getting up to pick the glass up yourself before one of the idiots severely hurts themselves; but you forget that you’re a little intoxicated too, and as you collect the pieces into your hand, trying your best to ignore the moans and slapping of skin coming from behind you— a delicate corner of glass slices into your palm, causing you to gasp and look down to see blood traveling quickly down your wrist.

“really.” you whisper to yourself, rolling your eyes.

you’re quick to collect the rest of the pieces, mainly because hearing chan and that girl fuck is kind of annoying, but also because you don’t really want to be dripping blood everywhere.

exiting and shutting the door of the room, you fast-walk down the hallway, down the rickety metal stairs, and past the boxing ring; reaching the main entrance hall, you drop the glass into a nearby trash can and open a closet door, knowing it contains a first aid kit.

you’ve just begun wiping the streak of blood off your forearm when you hear footsteps ringing off the metal steps of the stairs, a figure revealing themself at the end of the hall.

“oh, hello.” you say, feeling the need to keep your voice somewhat soft as it carries down the echoing hallway.

it’s that guy from earlier, the one chan called a bitch and promised to knock out cold. you don’t know his name— you don’t know most of the boxer’s names, honestly; chan likes to keep you closer to him and away from them. it was hot at first, his seeming ‘possessive’ streak; but lately it seems more like he’s possessive over you as an object, a trophy to show off his ego;

you find that a lot less sexually thrilling and much more insulting.

“hey, i uh…i was just leaving.” he says, pointing past you to the two-door entrance. “are you hurt?”

squinting his eyes thanks to the poorly lit hallway, he decides to come closer, stopping once he’s standing right beside you.

“oh, shit.”

“yeah,” you smile, somewhat awkwardly, feeling caught at being witnessed injured. but you suppose it shouldn’t be a big deal to him, he deals with injuries all the time. “got it from a beer bottle.”

“damn, those cuts suck.” he sympathizes, evidently from experience. “here, lemme see.”

taking your hand into his gently, he comes closer to assess the damage, taking the bloodied gauze from your uninjured hand and placing it on the closet shelf for the time being.

you watch as he grabs a new gauze pad from the kit— pretty, long fingers brushing the pad over your cut, soaking up the blood and cleaning it as best he can without running it over the dirty tap water or using rubbing alcohol, which would be too harsh.

he’s quite skilled in dressing your mild wound; it impresses you despite already having the thought that he’s dealt with this millions of times. the way his hand gently holds yours, his brows furrowing in concentration and plump lips pursing, the genuine care he uses as he applies antibiotic cream and wraps your hand in a bandage— it unexpectedly makes your heart…flutter.

“there we go. that feel okay?” he asks, soft accent whispered so closely to your face that it makes goosebumps rise against your skin, hoping he won’t notice it.

“yeah..” you reply just as reverently, eyes staring into each others. a long few seconds drawl of the two of you not saying anything, just..looking— until his gaze lowers to your lips, and you do the same.

the slow, sensual bite he gives to his pink bottom lip as he checks you out has your core awakening with a pulse, and just before you can let your pussy control your actions— red seeps out from a thin slit on his mouth.

“you’re— you’re bleeding.” you say somewhat urgently, the hazy look in the guy’s eyes disappearing at your warning, lifting his wrist to wipe at his lip.

“fuck. forgot about that.” he says offhandedly, looking down at the blood smear left on his hand. “it’s fine, usually just heals on its—“

he’s forced to stop talking when you raise a delicate finger to apply ointment to the cut, your heart beating faster when the plush of his bottom lip is pushed enticingly along with the gentle movements of your ministrations.

you’re only able to feel like you can breathe again when you finish and pull away, putting only a small distance between you.

“…thanks, y/n.”

he whispers— again, in that sexy ass accent that sends such a thrill down your spine; unlike chan’s, which you’re realizing doesn’t have the same effect on you anymore.

“no problem. i should be thanking you— um..”

“jake.” he supplies. “my name’s jake.”

“thank you, jake.” you smile, grateful for his kindness.

“well..uh,” he fidgets, eyes landing on the bloodied gauze before picking it up and successfully tossing it into the trash can, putting his hands inside his pockets afterward.

“i guess i should go. you don’t need a ride, do you?” jake makes sure, fully ready to offer up a seat in the uber if you do.

“no. no, i’m fine. probably just gonna go upstairs and make sure i got all the glass cleaned up before leaving.” (and that those two horny drunks haven’t created some other sort of hazard.)

“okay, but make sure you use a broom this time, yeah?”

“promise!” you smile, holding up your hands for emphasis.

jake returns the smile before walking past you and down the remainder of the hall, giving you one last glance before exiting out the door.

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“you’re a grade ‘a’ fucking idiot.” heeseung chews out jake— when he’s supposed to be spotting him on the bench press. “have you seen that man’s arms? he could pound you into a thin liquid.”

“okay, dude— when i said ‘motivate me’ during training, this isn’t really what i meant.” jake breathily growls between reps, sweat beads clinging to his neck and dripping down his bare chest.

“do you even have a plan? ‘cause it seems to me like you’re just letting your pride get ahead of you. sorry that i like you better alive and breathing.”

huffing in exhaustion and minor annoyance at having to stop in the middle of a set to comfort his friend, jake’s lips push together in a thin line as he raises and sits the barbell back on the rack, sitting up and wiping the sweat off his forehead with a nearby towel as he speaks.

“stop worrying. chan’s bigger, sure, but that’s all he relies on. i’m fast and methodical, i think things out. he doesn’t. also, there’s countless clips on the internet of his fights that i can watch and study, learn his habits and weak spots. that’s something he doesn’t have on me.”

jake can see heeseung processing his words, eyes looking off as his brows lightly furrow; jake is pretty confident that he’s convinced him.

“see? just have some faith in me, bro.” the younger smiles, winding up the towel in his hands before whipping it to crack on heeseung’s thigh— but he reacts quickly and grabs the white material by its end, slicing it through the air to hit a cowering jake on his back.

he tuts teasingly afterward, wagging a finger as he grins. “see that? that was loser shit. work on that.”

“shut the fuck up,” jake laughs, getting up from the bench; his smile morphs into a wince as he slowly stands on his feet, moving a hand to his back.

“damn, maybe i didn’t warm up enough.”

“ah man, i don’t think doc’s in today.” heeseung says, ‘doc’ being the very sketchy, definitely not licensed massage therapist for the underground. but he’s a nice guy, or at least jake thinks he is. he’s not gonna go searching for his public records online though, in case it would change his opinion. he’d rather be ignorant. (besides the issue that he doesn’t even know his actual first name.)

“want me to get the massage roller?”

jake nods at heeseung’s offer, rotating one arm while trying to get rid of the ache in his shoulders.

heeseung opens the closet door of the workout room, moving around random equipment for a while before letting out an annoyed sigh.

“s’ not here. someone probably brought it up to a room and didn’t put it back. i’ll go look for it.”

“thanks, bro.” jake nods, heeseung repeating the action in return before walking out of the room.

walking over to lay on his stomach over the massage table, jake groans at his stiff muscles, feeling the aftermath of how hard he’s been pushing himself to train for the upcoming fight with bang chan; he’s…slightly nervous, despite his outward nonchalance around heeseung— but he also finds himself rather confident, oddly enough; because jake knows when he gets inside that ring, he’s gonna give it 100%, and whether he wins or fails, he’ll be proud of himself. (and who knows, maybe the crowd will see and appreciate that too— either that or they’ll point and laugh and jake will be the butt of every joke for a few weeks, but he can live with that.)

jake’s just taken a slow inhale in an attempt to ease the ache of his back and ab muscles when he feels hands on his shoulders, working the stiffness there with firm rubs.

“ah, fuck.” jake groans, eyes squeezing shut at the somewhat pleasurable pain.

the heel of the two hands lean forward, applying deep pressure against either side of his back before going slowly down to the dip of his spine.

“shit, heeseung. when’d you get so good at this? usually you’re kinda shit at it.”

“maybe it’s better because i’m not heeseung.” a voice speaks, jake’s eyes flying wide open as he’d recognize that sultry tone anywhere.

“y— y/n? what are you doing here?” he asks, sitting up on his elbows and somewhat forcing you to pause your ministrations as his posture has changed.

“i work here?” you cock a brow with an amused smile— and, fuck, why do you have to look so sexy when you do that. “there’s gonna be a few fights tonight.”

“oh, right. well, y— you don’t have to—“

“lie down, jake. i’m telling you, my hands can work some magic.”

(oh, he has no doubt they can— but he’d rather them work some magic on his cock, not his back.)

“okay, okay.” he says instead, giving in and laying back down, turning his head to the side.

your hands spread open as you work down jake’s sides again, fingers barely curving over his waist and feeling the ripples of his abs. jake tries to contain a low groan.

“so, i actually wanted to talk to you about something.” you start, and jake swears your voice drips with suggestiveness, but he can’t be sure if that’s true or if your fingers feathering over his hard muscles are just making him think with his dick.

“yeah?” he asks, but unbeknownst to him, the rough texture of his voice as you hit a tender spot on his back has your thighs wanting to clench; jake’s skin is glistening with sweat, highlighted by the room’s lights and dripping over the hills and valleys of his hard earned muscles; every time your fingers feather over the edges of his abs, your heart beats a little faster, and his low resting sweatpants are just as distracting.

still, you try to keep your tone collected with just a subtle underline of teasing.

“i heard what you said in the warm up room, right before chan interrupted.”

how the fuck can you expect jake to recall anything when your soft hands are feeling up his back? his teeth are about to pierce his bottom lip with how hard he bites it, trying to contain the ungodly sounds that want to escape— but when your hands make their way to the nape of his neck, kneading the flesh before curling around the dark tendrils of his hair and lightly scratching through his scalp, just once— he doesn’t care to try and cover up the breathy growl he lets out, because now he’s sure that you’re purposely teasing him.

jake’s eyes open just as you remove your fingers from his scalp, moving them back down to his lats like nothing happened, yet you feel like prey that’s just been caught by a predator with the way jake so unabashedly stares at you, big brown eyes now dark and calculating. you must have a look that gives way to your inward surprise at the sudden switch of power, because jake’s lips raise into a smirk that looks absolutely ravenous.

“and what was that, y/n?” he drawls lowly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“um..th— that,” your gumption has all but been sucked out of you, along with the air in your lungs; the room is thick with tension, and it’s enough to have your brain foggy and words slow to produce on your tongue.

“c’mon, love.” jake croons with a sharp smile, like a wolf luring a rabbit into its open jaws, gleaming teeth and all; and you walk willingly into the trap, letting jake cup your jaw and lead you closer by it.

you’re reminded that jake is a boxer: dangerous, lethal and cunning. as you stand before him with his eyes drinking in your body in your tiny uniform— thin, red spandex sports bra doing nothing to hide your tits, shorts hugging every curve and crevice of your ass— making you feel small and vulnerable, you wonder if this is any comparable to how his opponents feel in the ring. you desperately regret not watching his matches, imagining how much hotter he must look when he’s all worked up over a fight, eyes angry and aggressive as he throws punches, sweat clinging to his muscles and dripping down the curve of his adam’s apple— maybe even a bit of blood coloring his pretty face, he looked so fucking sexy with that split lip—

“tell me what you came in here to say, hm?” jake encourages again, pulling you back to reality— the reality that his veiny hands are applying light pressure to your jaw, looking up at you with a hungry gaze.

“you said that..that all you want is…me?” you manage out sheepishly, cheeks burning; jake’s smirk only deepens at your sudden meekness.

“yeah, that’s right, baby. i want you. so fuckin’ bad.”

your blood feels like fire running through your veins, jake’s words setting your body into flames, wanting to let it— him, consume you.

you bite your bottom lip and jake’s eyes immediately follow the movement.

“well, if you win the fight…” you pause, a bit of your usual playfulness coming back as seduction coats your tongue. “i’ll be more than just your arm-candy for the night.”

jake huffs under his breath in disbelief, lightly shaking his head. “you’re such a tease, aren’t you?”

you flash him a dirty little smile before the rough padding of his fingers suddenly pinch your ass, pulling a small noise of surprise from your lips that has jake chuckling, cockiness dripping off his tone.

the familiar, obnoxious sound of footsteps clanging against the metal steps of the stairs has your lax body stiffening, jake’s hold on your jaw tightening before letting go all together.

“heeseung,” he mumbles, looking at the open archway of the workout room; you’re not sure if it’s said to you or himself, but you’re slipping away from the loose hold his arm has around your hips and sneaking hurriedly out of the room and down a darkened hall before the other man can spot you.

“i could only find the smaller one, so—“

heeseung pauses, hand held massage roller in his hold as he stares at jake, who is laying down on the table: sweaty, lightly panting, and…hard.

“um, hate to break it to you, bro, but i am not willing to give you a happy ending massage. i don’t care how stressed you are.”

“hee, shut the fuck up!” jake shouts, thoroughly embarrassed and kind of annoyed as he gets up from the table to grab his sweat towel and cover the bulge in his sweatpants with it. “i don’t want you to!”

“well what am i supposed to think when i walk in here and you look straight from a porno!?”

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your heart beats just a bit faster than usual and your focus is never fully engaged as you do your job, announcing rounds and keeping the crowd engaged in between each bout— because you know with each punch that’s thrown, every win and subsequent loss, it’s getting closer to chan and jake’s fight; and no matter how much you want to believe in him, how much you do, you can’t shake the nervousness that clings to your bones.

it’s just about time; you can feel the energy surging from the direction of the bleachers, electricity sparking in the air that sends goosebumps across your flesh and an uneasiness in your stomach. the spectating crowd sounds almost as bloodthirsty as chan looks as you watch him come out from the sidelines, everyone cheering and hollering when they see him, anticipating the fight between a reigning champion and quickly improving— yet somewhat unknown rookie.

from the opposite end of the arena, you see jake emerge with heeseung standing close by his side; they share a look, the older gives an encouraging few pats to his shoulder, and then jake is walking forward to meet you— the girl who quite literally is standing right in the middle of this whole ordeal.

“hey,” he smirks, all charming and sexy as his eyes sparkle at you.

you do your best to smile back, but somehow he already knows your expressions well enough to see that something’s off.

“hey, what’s wrong?” jake asks, brows immediately furrowing in concern as he takes a step closer, the space between your bodies almost disappearing entirely as his white wrapped hands raise to hold your face, calloused thumbs brushing over your cheeks soothingly.

“i’m..i’m just nervous…don’t want you to get hurt.” you confess in a whisper. “it’s not that i think you can’t win, it’s just that i—…i care about you.”

the last sentence uttered makes heat rush to your face, hands raising to hold onto jake’s forearms for further reassurance as you shyly look up from the floor to his eyes.

jake’s gaze only makes you want to squirm more under his attention— that dark, hungry look that you’re dying to become more familiar with glazing over his orbs and causing his eyelids to lower in that way that makes you feel small and helpless and so good— good enough for you to feel your panties start to dampen.

“don’t worry about me, baby.” jake begins, voice dropping in volume and deepness as your skin begins tingling— not in anxiety this time, but in arousal.

he leans closer to the side of your face, until you can feel his plump lips against the shell of your ear, intentionally grazing them from the top and slowly all the way down, hot breath ghosting over your skin as he whispers.

“just worry about that pussy, cus’ i’m gonna absolutely wreck it after i win this fight.”

your lips part for a small intake of air, lightly gasped as jake bites down on your lobe before pulling away to stare into your eyes. you’re about to say something back when another voice coming from behind you breaks the moment.

“you must have some huge balls, sim, thinking you can come into my ring and not get the ass beating of your fucking life.” chan gloats, glare burning into jake’s skull before his eyes drop to his hands, which still rest on your body; you know the reason his lips twist in disgust is because of his ego, pissed at the thought of a rookie taking away his favorite little plaything.

“yeah, i do have huge balls—“ jake begins. “to go with my huge dick.”

the surprised laugh you were struggling to hold back at the beginning of his sentence instantly vanishes by the end of it, your eyes going wide at the man’s confident claims as your previous nerves have all but disappeared thanks to his sweet and sultry words of comfort, now replaced by poorly contained lust.

“just ask y/n after tonight.” jake winks at you, chan looking as though he’s about to boil over with rage.

“the fuck you mean—“

“get your mouthguard on, it’s starting!” heeseung appears out of nowhere, said item in his hand as he hurries to help jake put it on. as if on cue, the loud voice of the announcer echoes through the speakers, you turning your head to see the man standing in the middle of the ring with his mic raised to his lips.

with one last look, jake turns his back to you and hops over the ropes of the ring, going to stand at his designated corner while chan does the same.

the lights of the arena go low, the brightest spotlight shining on the boxers as the announcer finishes his introductions and the referee gestures for you to follow him into the ring. you grab your sign, holding the board up high that signifies the starting of round one as you saunter to each side of the ring. multiple eyes stare at your body, the way you pop your hip out every time you wave the sign; a few high whistles and hoots come from the crowd— but all you care about is jake’s stare, which stays on you even as the referee has him and chan standing in the middle of the ring, quickly going over the rules.

you hop out of the ring right as the referee has the two boxer’s bump fists, chan giving a cold stare to jake that screams he does it out of obligation and far from friendly competition.

when that familiar ding of the bell rings and the fight officially starts, the atmosphere turns tense and electric once again.

chan’s the first to initiate, because he always is— but jake doesn’t back down, facing the champion with his fists raised and eyes focused, piercing and ready for whatever the other will throw at him.

it’s fast paced and aggressive from the start, there’s no warming up or taking things slow; punches are thrown and the both of them are going at each other without a moment in between. so far, neither has gotten a direct hit in that hasn’t been blocked by the other— until jake goes for a lower jab, catching chan off guard as he delivers a powerful punch to his gut.

you gasp, the crowd reacting similarly as jake takes a step back to anticipate chan’s next move— but that proves to be a mistake, the ex pro not even taking a moment to recover from the hit before landing a punch right across jake’s cheek.

that’s when all hell breaks loose.

each minute seems to drag for an eternity, the final 12th round seeming like an unreachable number as both men reign down what seems like an equal amount of hits on each other, yet jake seems to bleed more as chan continually goes for a head shot; blood stains the corner of his mouth, a bruised cut forms at the side of his temple— and yet you can help but find it so fucking hot; jake doesn’t even look thrown or concerned at all. clear confidence is shown through his body language and with every move he makes, which are tactical and intelligently thought out, while also being quick. chan just throws his punches around carelessly, like an angry bull with no other thoughts than aggression and greed.

it’s clear no one can tell who’s going to win, which is an occurrence that’s never happened before during one of chan’s matches. everyone is on the edge of their seat and you’re holding your breath, waiting for the bell to ding one last time and a winner to be announced.

the eleventh round ends and jake returns to his corner for the minute long rest period. you take the chance to run up to his side, leaning against the ring’s ropes as heeseung slips between them with a towel and bottle of water that he hands to jake.

“since when are you a fucking bleeder, why are you bleeding so much?” heeseung questions sternly, though you can tell it’s just out of concern for his friend.

jake takes a swig of water, swallowing it down as you try not to stare at how his adam’s apple bobs with the action, his neck beaded with pearls of sweat. “i don’t know, man. his punches are just— so fucking hard. but i'm doing good, just gotta get a good enough hit in for the judges to vote for me.”

“you better.” heeseung growls, dabbing up the trickle of blood that makes its slow way down jake’s forehead. “the last thing we want is a tie, and if you don’t pull through now, that’s what it’s gonna be—“

“jake,” you interrupt heeseung’s nagging, the boxer turning his head to meet your eyes; jake’s chest glistens in sweat beneath the bright lights, firm pecs even more accentuated by them— while his split lip raises in another slow smirk— and you have to try and keep your mouth from watering, because why the fuck are you finding the blood on his mouth and perspiring muscles so hot and not incredibly concerning? you’re supposed to feel worried right now, not like you need to be held back from jumping his bones in front of the whole audience.

before your stupid, horny brain can come up with any words of encouragement— the bell rings again, realizing you forgot to even carry around the sign announcing the final round as jake squares up and heeseung ducks out of the ring.

jake leans to press one quick peck to your unsuspecting lips, chuckling at your dumbfounded look and winking at you.

“for good luck.” he simply states, and then heeseung is pulling you away from the ropes for your own safety—

but not before you’re close enough to hear the taunt that jake throws chan’s way.

“c’mon, bang. said you’d knock me out cold, didn’t you, mate?”

you swear you see chan’s eyes flash red, a guttural shout of frustration and adrenaline tearing through his throat as he lunges at jake.

jake reacts— not in the way anyone is expecting, because he dodges chan’s advancement…and then he dodges it again. the crowd— everyone is confused. the fight has been a rather confrontational one throughout its duration so far, so why does it seem jake is running away from chan now?

with each punch and lunge that jake swerves and avoids, chan becomes more and more visibly angry, the boxing ring turning into a dance floor of sidesteps and ducking.

“what the fuck are you doing, man!?” heeseung shouts by your side. “times almost out!”

at heeseung’s words, your heart stops, raising your head to look up at one of the shitty screens that’s hung off the balcony’s railing.

thirty seconds.

jake has thirty seconds before the match is over— and with the avoidant tactics he’s used for all of this round, you’ve watched enough fights to know that the judges won’t be voting him as the winner.

the crowd starts to chant: chan’s name, jake’s name, or along with each number as the timer counts down. the noises mix all together until you feel as though you’re sinking underwater— and all you can hear is your own heavy breaths and beating heart.

“jake…” you whisper to yourself, too quiet for anyone to hear, nevertheless the man himself. “what are you doing?”

but then, unlike the other times jake has dodged chan, this time he turns on his heel in the last moment, facing the side of chan’s head as the other doesn’t realize he’s in a vulnerable position. jake reigns down punches like never before, going in as hard and fast as he can while chan moves to face jake and get out of the vulnerable spot he was in— but it doesn’t matter; chan’s concentration and aggression looks to be thrown off as he wasn’t expecting jake’s sudden switch in tactic; with each punch that jake sends to his skull, chan fails to properly block every one— until he stumbles and falls to the ring floor.

the crowd erupts, and so do you and heeseung, the both of you staring with wide eyes as the referee hurries to crouch by chan’s side; he yells loud enough for everyone to hear, counting to ten before his hands raise above his head in an ‘x’, and the announcer’s voice rings loudly through the speakers.

“that is it! a clean, k.o. victory!”

staff immediately flood the ring, and everyone’s ecstatic. judges congratulate jake, heeseung squeezes in to pat him on the back and take his mouthguard and check on him, and someone is talking to a dazed chan.

“jake!” you call, a wide smile on your face as you run up to cling onto the ropes again, the crowd too boisterous and crowded for you to insert yourself into the ring. but as always— jake would know your voice anywhere.

he locks eyes with you through the crowd, pushing through until he’s close enough to reach out towards you; the next thing you know, you’re being lifted by his arms, up and over the rope barrier before being hugged into his chest and spun around.

“you did it!” you squeal happily between laughing. “you won!”

“told you you didn’t need to worry about me.” jake smiles as his spinning comes to a stop, resting you on your feet gently.

you can’t help but reflect his expression, arms raising to wrap around the back of his neck, about to kiss him— but just over the view of jake’s shoulder, you see a looming, unsteady form pushing roughly through the crowd—

and then you catch the glimpse of those dark eyes again, so angry they almost glow red.

“j— jake!” you try to warn, pointing to the quickly approaching chan behind him, who’s already pulling his arm back like he’s going to punch jake in the back of the head.

you’re still in jake’s arms as he turns, one hand lifting to block chan’s fist just before it cracks into his skull. chan’s wrapped knuckles land on jake’s palm as he curls his fingers around chan’s hand to keep him from attempting to advance further, everyone falling into a hush at the scene—

and that’s when you see it;

crumbled pieces of a light gray substance begin to fall out from chan’s busted hand wraps, your eyes widening as jake watches with bewilderment at the small chunks that fall against the floor.

“is that…” jake mumbles, shock evident on his face before he roughly tugs chan’s fist down from being raised in the air, ripping the gauze of his hand wrap further open; there, in between the layers of gauze is a thin coating of plaster, just enough to harden some of the gauze and make for a stronger hit— a common cheating technique.

“it’s fucking plaster!” heeseung yells, having walked up while jake was inspecting chan’s gloves. “no wonder jake was bleeding more than usual.”

heeseung looks ready to beat chan to a pulp himself, but luckily a few men move to stand between the two, a few trying to calm heeseung down while the others carry a woozy chan out of the arena completely.

“hee, bro, don’t even worry about it. i’m completely fine, and i won! pulled through for you, didn’t i?” jakes smiles care freely, one hand going to his friend’s shoulder while the other remains on your waist.

heeseung takes a second to process the moment, looking at jake’s happy expression and the way you gaze at him proudly.

“yeah…yeah, you did, man. i’m proud of you.”

“thanks, hee.” jake’s smile slowly turns into a smirk. “we can decide how we’ll blow the prize money later, yeah?”

he leans down, nose nudging into your hair as he whispers in your ear, low enough for only you to hear. your heart beats faster again, the thrum between your legs returning.

“because i believe a certain little ring girl made a promise to me for tonight. right, baby?”

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jake’s pressing his strong, bare chest against you the whole way up the metal stairs, hands all over your body and lips on your neck as if he can’t wait another moment.

he’s guiding you towards the direction of the room he usually smokes in, but you stop him, turning around to face him with a hand pressed to his chest (which you do to try and bring him a bit back down to earth, but it only proves to distract you with how firm his muscles are underneath your fingertips).

“ch— chan’s room, we should use chan’s room. it has a bed.” you struggle to say, almost enough to be embarrassed with how you’re already practically panting— if it weren’t for how badly you want him.

“okay, yeah. show me where it is.” jake rumbles, voice throaty and possibly sounding even more affected than yours.

you grab his hand and lead him down a hall, not taking long before you stop in front of a door.

“this it?” jake asks, and the moment you give a responding ‘yes’ he’s pushing you up against the door, lips sloppily working over yours and impatient tongue slipping inside your mouth while you can hear his hand fiddling to turn the doorknob.

“fuck, been imagining how your lips taste for so long.” he groans hotly against your skin, causing your stomach and pussy to flutter with how desperate jake sounds, thighs clenching at the thought of him fantasizing about you.

“yeah?” you breathe just as the door clicks open, jake’s arm wrapping around your waist as he backs you into the room, not even bothering to look behind him as he slams the door shut; your bodies are instantly bathed in a magenta glow from the strip lights, the highs and lows of jake’s jawline and muscles accentuated as he devours you with his eyes— the same thing you’re doing to him.

“yeah, been imagining you in a lot of ways..” he remarks darkly, almost to himself as he takes slow steps towards you, making you feel like stalked prey in the best way as you let him back you up, closer and closer to the bed.

“what kind of ways?” you question, tone soft yet underlying challenging, asking for it.

“too many ways to show you in one night, but i’ll try anyway.” jake smirks, all sharp and hungry; a tingle runs down your spine before your calves hit the frame of the bed, falling onto the comforter with a gasp as jake looms right above you, eyes raking over your body once again.

“have i ever told you how much i love you in this uniform, these tiny, sorry excuse for shorts?”

his knee digs into the mattress, positioning himself to cage you below him. one finger slips beneath the band of your shorts, pulling it back and letting go so it will snap against your skin; he chuckles at your light flinch in reaction, the way your thighs squeeze together again as the sting makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“j— jake, don’t you think you should rest a little first, have a drink of water? you just finished an hour long fight.” you worry; you may be incredibly horny and desperately want him to fuck you into the mattress until there’s an imprint of your bodies left, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t still concerned for his well-being.

“the only thing i wanna drink is in between these thighs.” the man dismisses easily, lowering himself until he’s laying on his stomach and your bent legs are framing his head; he grips them firmly, pressing his face against your clothed pussy before breathing in deeply.

“jake!” your face burns, almost sounding scolding at the way he so shamelessly breathes in the smell of your cunt, animalistic and gross; but you like it, and the last thing you want is for him to stop.

“fuck,” he sighs, the air of it brushing against your inner thighs and leaving goosebumps.

jake sits up on his knees, unfastening the velcro strap of one hand wrap before working on removing it so he can properly touch and feel your skin against his palms. it’s almost inhuman how hot he looks— above you with brows furrowed in concentration, muscles flexing without even trying as he unwraps the gauze, pronounced veins trailing down his forearms and hands; then you notice the bulge in his loose fitting boxer shorts— and its big, reminding you of his earlier implications of being ‘huge’ down there. (not that you needed a reminder. how could you ever forget?)

jake’s huff pulls you back to reality, looking up from his crotch to see a cocky, shit-eating grin on his face, realizing you’ve been caught staring at his covered dick.

“like what you see?” he teases— and as if that isn’t enough to make you simmer in hot embarrassment, he makes it worse when he raises his other still-wrapped hand to his mouth, taking the velcro strap of it in between his teeth before ripping it open.

oh, fuck him.

“did you seriously get hard just from smelling my pussy? that’s pretty pathetic, jake.” you bite back, a sassy spark in your eyes.

the second hand wrap is tossed to the floor just like the first one, jake lowering again to brace himself against his elbows on either side of your head as he stares into your eyes.

“oh, baby, i was hard the moment i walked into the arena and saw you.” he confidently admits, hand creeping up your neck to grip your jaw; his fingers are gentle against the bone, a soft flutter in your stomach turning into a burst of arousal when jake’s gaze suddenly hardens, holding you roughly in his hand.

“but call me pathetic one more time and i won't even fill that pussy. i’ll fuck into your folds until i bust and cover you in my cum but you’ll never get my big cock stretching your little hole unless you act like a good girl. got it?”

“y— yes, jake. m’sorry.” you whimper.

he seems to accept your apology, pressing another wet kiss to your lips before telling you to strip.

your eagerness shows as you quickly take off your shorts and sports bra, noticing how closely jake stares at the thong you’re wearing but resisting the small urge you have to tease him and peel them off slowly.

he settles between your legs again once you’re completely bare, fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs as he unabashedly stares at your pussy.

“tried to make fun of me getting hard when you’re this wet? why, baby? tell me what’s got you this worked up.” he demands, breath ghosting over your clit, full lips so close to where you need them— yet he doesn’t move, thumbs making little circles against your inner thighs but never edging any closer.

“liked..liked seeing you fight, looked so hot.”

“really?” he laughs, almost in amused disbelief as he shakes his head. “you like seeing me all sweaty and bloody? is that what you mean?”

you’re eyes squeeze shut as you nod your head, so ashamed yet unable to keep from staring at jake laying between your thighs for too long.

“yes.” you manage to verbally answer, looking for mercy, trying to conjure it from the man with a needy tone and begging eyes.

“that’s nasty, y/n.” jake demeans, but his tongue graces through your folds with one firm, flattened lick. “starting to make me think you’re as dirty as i am.”

you gasp when he finally stops teasing and properly mouths at your pussy with his lips, savoring the taste of your wetness on his tongue and replacing it with his spit. he softly sighs in satisfaction at your flavor, using two fingers in the form of a peace sign to spread your lower lips further open. you fail to contain the way your body starts to lightly squirm, hands beginning to pull at the sheets as jake spreading you open exposes your warm center to the air— and it's only made worse when he blows teasingly against your clit, smirking at your responding whine before sucking it into his mouth.

“oh, fffuck.”

jake hums at your pretty voice compromised by pleasure, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves before delving back down to your leaking hole.

“feels good, baby?” he asks, but you’re unable to answer as he presses three fingers in between your glistening folds, getting them all slicked up.

“jake?” you shakily ask, anticipating what you hope is coming, entrance pulsing in impatience and need.

“gotta get you nice n’ stretched for my cock, don’t i, baby? promise you, i’m bigger than what you’re used to.” jake answers, your brain clouding over with dirty lust at the subtly petty words he says— like he’s a little jealous over the meaningless arrangement you and chan had. had; because he’ll never get to have you again— and after jake, you have a feeling you won’t want to give it to anyone else.

a moan breaks through your throat when jake pushes one long finger inside your cunt, mouth going back down to lick and suck at your flesh.

jake’s ‘under control’ persona starts to slip, eyes fallen shut and heavy breaths turning into drawn out, deep sighs as he gets lost in the taste, warmth, and wetness of your pussy; his finger fluidly moves in and out of you, a second appendage joining it when jake feels your walls greedily suck and squeeze around them tightly, in need of more. a small but growing pressure develops in the middle of your pelvis, trying to will your parted mouth closed by biting your bottom lip, moans and sighs consistently spilling from them.

jake groans against your clit, the vibrations along with his watering mouth and swirling tongue stimulating you further as the man starts to grind his hips into the mattress, hard and throbbing just from your pussy in his mouth.

when the third finger is pushed past your entrance your expression crumbles in pleasure, the delicious stretch of his thick fingers only a taste of what’s to come when he finally gives you his cock. your hands turn frantic, the sheets not enough to fold onto anymore as they unconsciously move to pull at jake’s fluffy head of hair, pushing him further into your pussy as your hips begin to move in waves against his suckling lips and pistoning fingers.

“shit— that’s right, pull my hair.” jake growls, speaking quickly and in mumbles as he can’t even seem to bear being apart from your cunt for long, unless to mumble dirty words against your clit.

“god, you look like such a slut, riding my fingers like that.”

the pressure inside of you grows and grows, jake’s fingers curving perfectly, as if he’s quite literally coaxing your climax out of you with encouraging little movements. your own pants, jake’s heavy intakes of breaths through his nose as he remains attached to your pussy, and the creaking of the bed from the desperate grinding of your own hips as well as jake’s— it’s all so good, too good.

“i— i’m..please, need to—“ you attempt, words so much harder when jake’s fingers in your pussy seems to jumble up all the thoughts in your mind.

“do it. cum in my mouth.” he grants, and it’s like his words are now you’re new law; immediately you’re spilling over with a cry, wet slurps of jake drinking up all that you give him and your own pounding heartbeat the only thing you can hear anymore as your eyes squeeze shut, magenta light glowing past your eyelids.

you’re still panting like a pornstar by the time jake forces himself off of your cunt, detaching his lips from your sensitive clit with a thick string of saliva that breaks as he sits up, hurrying to take off his shorts and jerk off his cock in his hand.

and yes, he wasn’t lying; it is, in fact, fucking huge— not to mention pulsing with need from his humping against the mattress and dripping with precum.

“c’mere, baby, c’mere. put it in your mouth.” he urges, clearly on the brink of his own high as he moves to sit beside your head, fisting his cock viciously in his bunched fist. you sit up on your elbows and turn your face to take him in your mouth, jake’s hand tangling messily in your hair to guide you; you relax your throat as best as you can, finding your air supply short as you haven’t even caught your own breath yet— but the feeling of jake’s slick shaft gliding past your lips, pushing you roughly down to his hilt as your nose squishes against his pelvis— you love it all, and so you find yourself enjoying the slightly dizzying effect of choking on jake’s big cock.

“yeah, that’s right.” jake pants, veined knuckles turning white with how tightly he clenches his fingers, hardly even needing to push your head down as you gain a rhythm, bouncing your willing little mouth up and down his thick shaft.

you take a risk and resist the guiding motions of his hands in your hair, moving up to his tip to give it a little extra attention, suctioning your lips around it and swirling your tongue while looking up at him with the prettiest gaze you can manage.

“fffuck— nasty bitch. you’re gonna make me cum.”

you whine in response— and it’s absolutely pornograghic, but you don’t care; you want him to fill your mouth so bad.

jake starts thrusting into your drooling mouth with animalistic grunts, both hands now in your hair as he uses you just how he wants you. your face is being fucked, you’ve just learned that jake’s a ‘head pusher’, and that you love sucking on his fat cock just as much as he loves to eat your pussy.

maybe you died and made it to hell— because heaven could never be this nasty.

“close— cumming!” jake warns, and then his cock is pumping his load onto your tongue, filling your mouth and down your eager throat.

“good girl, goood fuckin’ girl, y/n.”

once jake has let you swallow it all down, he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, you making sure to turn the licking of your lips into a show as you savor his cum.

jake laughs breathlessly, brushing some of the hair out of your eyes. “yeah, you’re definitely nasty, baby.”

“fuck me!” you whine, rocking your body side to side like a brat— but really you’re just trying to entice him with the way your boobs sway along with the movement.

“hold on.” jake says, like he’s in just as much of a hurry to be inside of you as you want him.

he leans towards the nightstand at the side of the bed, opening a drawer and trifling around for something with his hand.

“this guy’s gotta have condoms in here.” he mumbles to himself.

“no! m’ on the pill, just fuck me raw,” you pout, laying it on thick when jake raises his head from looking down into the drawer to gawk at you.

“i think i just fell in love.” he breathes, making you beg further as you’re too horny to even joke around right now.

“please, jake!”

“okay, okay. fuck, so whiny when you want cock, huh?”

“not want. need.” you correct, a little bit of shame coming back to you as your cheeks burn with heat— but you’re sure that will all disappear again the moment his cock breeches past your entrance.

“flip over then.” jake orders gently, tapping your hip.

“prop up on your knees…yeah, that’s it, baby.” he praises, butterflies erupting in your tummy as you arch your back for him, getting a whispered expletive and groping hand on your ass in response.

jake positions himself behind you, running his tip up and down your wet folds as if he really needs more lubricant when you’re both so gross and horny.

“sure you want it raw?” jake stalls, teasing.

you practically scream in frustration.

“yes, jake! god— how fucking hard is it for you to just—“

his cock slamming inside of you in one go is plenty enough to shut you up, feeling as though he’s deep enough to be prodding into your guts.

“don’t get snippy at me, slut. you got what you wanted, yeah? this big dick inside your nasty cunt, now stop being a brat and fucking take it.”

the sounds that barely squeeze out from your tight throat come from deep within your chest, jake’s hand squeezing firmly around the back of your neck to keep your body steady as he pounds into you from behind.

he’s rock solid despite already cumming once, hard cock forcing your walls to accept him in as he molds you to his shape.

you’re already quivering, pathetic and drooly and loud as your sensitive pussy is overwhelmed by how good it feels to be fucked by jake.

despite your better judgment to try your best to reel yourself in and make it last— you’re rocking back against him, hips bouncing off his pelvis as he watches what you’re doing, hands moving to feel the way your skin ricochets off the slam of his thrusts.

“hell yeah, baby. fuck back on it.” jake grits through his teeth.

at some point, as if the boxer couldn’t fuck you any better— he does; his hands push at the small of your back, curving your spine deeper as your hips tilt to a different angle. the breath feels knocked out of you the next time his hips roll against your ass, cock reaching your g-spot and making your toes curl and mouth open in a broken cry.

“jake— jake, jake!” you repeat like a mantra, and jake is so glad how wrong he was— how wrong he was to think that he’d never hear you screaming his name or feel your hips and the way your pussy grips around his cock; you sound better than he could ever have imagined, and feel an infinity times better than his hand.

everything’s wet: jake’s cock shlicking in and out of your hole, your pussy that practically splashes onto his balls with every slap— so jake isn’t surprised when you start begging.

“f— feel it, m’ about to cum. please, please let me.”

“think i found your sweet spot, didn’t i, baby?” jake asks rhetorically, chuckling airily at the way you’re full-body trembling.

you turn your head against the pillow, hair a mess, drool sticking to the corners of your glossy lips, and eyes sparkling with tears of pure need; you look like an absolute cock drunk wreck, and jake’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head from how sexy you are.

“need it so bad, jake. please. gonna— c— can’t do it,” you slur, tongue heavy in your mouth as all your energy seems to have been put into not cumming.

jake’s fingers run up your spine, and if you weren’t so out of it, you’d notice how shaky his own touch is.

“go ahead, baby. i’ll give you another nice big load inside this pussy after, okay?”

“yes, yes!” you cry, not resisting your bodily urges the next time his tip bruises into your g-spot.

your body melts into the mattress and you feel as though you’re not in your full body as you reach climax; you can’t feel anything other than the raw pleasure that jake gives you— you’re just a hole, you’re just a pussy for his cock to fuck and use, and you’re just the rush of juices spilling out from your hole, creaming all over jake and your own legs, staining the sheets.

“that’s it, oh shhhit. good girl, keep fucking going. come on.” jake coos, thumb sneaking down to rub at your clit as you continue to squirt— and he wants to wring absolutely every drop out of you.

“j— jakey, s— sensitive. hurts.”

“i know, baby. i know. just gonna give you my cum, okay? you want it, don’t you?” jake coos, sweet yet degrading, like he’s talking to a puppy.

“yes, wan’ it! cum in me, jake!”

“shit, you got it, baby. you got it.” he growls, fingers never stopping the circles they rub into your clit as his hips flinch in rhythm, pressing deeper and slower into you as he finally releases with a drawn out, throaty moan.

this time when your eyes close, they roll to the back of your head, seeing white instead of magenta as the feeling of jake’s warm cum filling your fucked-raw pussy has you reaching another high.

you gush around jake’s cock, less than the first time but still plenty enough to have him in shock and so, so turned on.

when you come back down to earth, jake is holding you against his chest, fingers rubbing up and down your arm soothingly.

“hey, baby. you back now?” he asks gently, voice caring and soft.

“not quite,” you joke tiredly, yet you feel absolutely amazing. “but almost.”

“yeah, id imagine squirting a waterfall will do that to you.” jake giggles.

“okay, fuck you. you already won the match, reigning champ. do you gotta brag about that too?” you playfully roll your eyes, leaning more into his side despite your mock annoyance.

“yeah. i do, actually.” jake answers matter-of-factly, not mentioning how much he likes you calling him ‘reigning champ’— because he has a feeling if he did, you wouldn’t be so willing to say it again.

you fondly sigh, letting the man pull you closer against him as you take a moment to rest in the moment of silence.

the usual distant sound of people downstairs is too faint to hear, making you wonder how long you were going at it for. your eyes roam around the room, thinking of how chan has hardly any personal items in the space other than furniture and leftover beer bottles or glasses.

“think they’ll let chan fight in the ring again after he cheated?” you ask curiously.

“the owners probably don’t give a shit, but i’d be surprised if chan even shows his face here again after tonight. the crowd would probably beat him up before i could even get to him.” jake answers.

“guess that means this room is yours now, huh?” you smile— which turns into a laugh as you watch jake’s expression turns to surprised realization.

“oh, yeah…yeah! sweet!” he beams, turning to his side as well to face you more directly; you’re caught off guard by how…cute he looks like this, hair a little tousled with ridiculously fluffy bedhead, eyes sparkling and round with excitement. you already knew he was cute, but now he almost resembles a puppy, and you’re reminded that there’s so many sides to jake you haven’t even gotten to know yet, and you’re eager to explore them.

“hey, y’know what we should do?” jake begins playfully.

“what?” you giggle, unable to resist how infectious he is.

“commemorate the room by going twelve rounds.”

that shit-eating grin is back, and you’re half purely terrified while the other half is terrified at how your pussy thrums with interest again— so easily.

“are you fucking kidding me, jake?”

“it’s not a proper fight unless there’s twelve rounds or someone k.o.’s!”

“we had sex, not a fight. and my soul practically left my body earlier, i think that counts as a k.o.!”

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jake + f¡reader — ♡

WARNINGS — dom!jake, reader¡sub, riding him while he's eating, hair pulling, grinding, raw sex (stay safe, don't do it.) he calls her slut once, praising and pet names.

Note : my first post on here, i hope i did good! i haven't wrote in a while, i just got back into it — (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) this is proofread !!!!

It was a normal night, jake just got home from work and made himself a quick meal, ramen. He was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his bowl of ramen on the coffee table, eating quietly. Jake is oblivious to how needy you've been feeling lately, especially with him rarely home. You slowly made your way over to the living room, standing infront of him which causes him to lift his head up, looking up at you with wide eyes and still chewing on his food.

"hey baby. you want some?" He lifts up his bowl to you and you nod. "come sit with me baby." He pats the empty space next to him, but instead of doing that you settled on his lap. Jake lets out a quiet groan, placing the bowl back on the table and props his hands on your hips. Your arms immediately going around his neck as you lean in to place small kisses on his collbarbone which is showing due to his black tanktop.

Jake lets out a soft sigh, caressing your back with small circles. Your kisses trailing up to his neck now, gently nibbling at his skin. "mm?... whats this about?" He chuckles a bit and you raise your head up to look at him, locking eyecontact for a moment. "What do you mean?" you say quietly. He raises an eyebrow, replying back with, "i dunno... you just seem... intense?" he searches for your eyes once more, tilting his head.

"Really? Well im... fine." he looks unamused but grabs his bowl, continuing to slurp up his noodles. The heat beneath you guys becomes evident, and you unintentionally move your hips for more friction. Jake lets out a soft grunt, causing him to slightly choke on his noodles. "b...baby what are you doing?-" your now practically humping his thigh slowly like a dog in heat. He swallows hard on his food, his lips slightly parting as he watches you.

"fuck- baby hold on..." hes trying to regain his composure while your panting heavily, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Mmph... jake i need you." He gulps, letting out a soft whimper as you swirl your hips around his lap causing his body to tremble slightly. "need me... for what, baby?" he murmurs, voice breathy and eyes wide with realization. he swallows hard, his cock already twitching in his sweatpants at your sensual movements. "...ohhh..."

Jake takes another bite out of his ramen, he's trying to eat and finish up faster but its hard when your moving on his lap. "baby let me just finish eating real quick-" Its too late though, your already fondling with his belt, in a desperate attempt to undo it. He doesn't stop you, instead he watches, the food being forgotten.

Once you finally undo his belt, you throw it aside, working on his zipper now. You notice the tent in his pants, and he slightly jerks his hips upward. "fuck baby..." You glance at him, tugging his pants down to his hips before asking, "You gonna finish eating or no? Because i wont wait." He takes another bite out of his noodles with shakey hands, he's halfway done but with you literally stripping him, he keeps getting distracted. "im trying y'know. but its hard when your...-" At this point your desperate so you just pull his boxers down.

His aching cock finally springs free. His hands are so shakey he can barely grip on the chopsticks to continue eating. "I forgot how big you are..." you say, causing his cock to twitch. You then slide your hand down, fingertips tracing the slim and long base. He arches his back, almost dropping the bowl. "ahh... fuckk..." he moans out, struggling to say coherent words. "Im barely touching you." Your hand finally wraps around the veiny shaft, his hips snapping upwards in desperation for more of your touch. "So sensitive..."

You stroke his length up and down a few times while he bites his lower lip to surpress a moan. "sit on it please h...hahhh.." he mumbles, barely audible before moving the bowl aside. He hasnt finished eating but at this point he doesnt care, he needs you. Finally, you shove down your shorts and panties, he watches as you do so and immediately goes to grab your ass. He lifts his hips up slightly, the tip rubbing against your bare slit which causes you to gasp and throw your head back. "Ahh jake..." gripping onto his shoulders, you finally sink down onto his length, only halfway though since he's big.

"fuck babygirl!" he moans out loudly, digging his nails into your hips. Your body is already shaking but you havent even taken it all yet. "shit your so tight..." his words made your eyes roll back, and with one swift movement you finally sink all the way down, taking every inch of him. You let out a loud moan that echoes around the living room, jakes mouth is slightly opened from the pleasure of being inside of you almost too much. After a few seconds of adjusting to his size, you slowly start moving up and down on his cock.

Jake tilts his head back against the couch, his hand on the small of your back. "So big-..." you whine out, gripping tightly on his shoulders for leverage as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock wildy. The quiet room being filled with nothing but skin slapping against skin.

"Ahhhh... ohhh..." is all that came out of your mouth. "princess... your riding it like a pro," He breathes out. Your lost in pleasure, whimpering and moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "F...fuck jake, it feels so-..." his large hands wrap around your waist, helping you keep up with your pace on his cock. "yeah?... yeah it feels good baby?" He says with shakey breaths in between, "fuckkk yeah... your riding my cock stupid arent you slut? cant speak huh?" His dirty talk just makes your whole body tremble, almost completely losing it. "please... dont stop baby..."

You move your hips in a circle motion, his length plunging so deep inside of you it feels like your in ecstasy. His thick cock splitting your pussy open and stretching your inner walls to the limit. "J..jake i might-" you get cut off when you feel him slam his hips upward, bucking his hips wildly causing a loud scream of pleasure to come out of your mouth. He leans forward, sucking a hickey into the soft flesh of your neck as he continues to ruthlessly pump his cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. Slightly pulling your hair back.

"what was that babygirl?" He grunts out, chuckling softly, "I... im gonna cum!" Your voice is high pitched as he holds you in place, bouncing you aggressively on his shaft. "cum for me princess..." and with that, you reached your climax, cumming hard on his dick. Jake's cock was pulsing violently inside you. "fuck yeah..." He lets out a loud, animalistic grunt as he starts to cum, his hot load erupting deep inside your pussy in thick, powerful spurts. "FUCK!" He shouts in pleasure, his head falling back against the couch as you collapse ontop of him.

The both of you are breathless for a few moments before you speak up quietly, "Was it good?" Jake pants heavily, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "damn near broke my dick it was so good..." He kisses your throat, his hands roaming back down to grab your thighs and caress them softly. "shit, i love you princess," He whispers softly into your ear. "I love you too baby," you reply.

💘: ok i ended up writing a bit more than intended!!!! Anyways i hope this was good AHH💕

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your boyfriends fat cock was so sensitive, his mushroomy red tip was leaking with white precum dripping down to the thickness of his cock that was surrounded with veins pumping with blood. he had a hairy happy trail connecting his belly button to his delicious dick.

he was looking down at you with heavy eyes filled with lust as you place a gentle wet kiss on his angry fat tip. his hips immediately thrust into your mouth as a reflex begging for more. "mmmmm-! baby please-".

you coo at him before circling his clit with your wet tongue licking every drop of precum before sucking his tip inside your mouth with a sloppy pop. you knew how crazy it drove him when you suck his sensitive tip like that.

his head drop into the coach while his veiny hands rest on his face trying to hide the lewd faces he's making as he whines hips shuttering the harder you suck. your other hand start trailing to his balls squeezing them in your soft hands.

your boyfriend gasp as he feels his cock hitting the back of your throat he couldn't help the whiney pleading that left his mouth. and you couldn't hell the way your wet pussy was basically humping his leg.

you feel his rough hands gripping on you'd hair trying to pull you back. "baby-! nghhh- pull back i feel weird-". his eyes widen as he feels the sudden urge to piss everywhere at how sensitive his cock was.

but that only motivate you to suck his cock harder, squeezing your throat as tight as you were squeezing his balls. "stop-! ahhhhh mmmmm I'm going to piss- stop!". your boyfriend moan out the pleasure shooting up his abdomen before you feel a hot liquid gushing down your throat.

your eyes roll back moaning on his cock at the taste while your boyfriend lays down beneath you twitching after you sucked the life out of him.

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➤ gojo, nanami, geto

gojo & nanami walking into their friend suguru shoving his cursed orbs inside your poor little pussy.

➤ warning : fem! reader, four sum, very dirty, very kinky, very nasty, a loooot of cum, pussy stretching, pussy gaping, squirting, breeding, degrading, anal sex, ass stretching, getting fucked in every hole, humiliation, rough sex, fisting pussy, sex toys, raw dogging.

geto suguru was your master.

after you got hurt losing one of your eyes in the mission you, gojo and geto were assigned to. geto vowed to break the cycle and kill every non-sorcerer to prevent the birth of more cursed spirits so you can never get hurt again.

now geto was collecting curses by "curing" cursed humans. suguru disguised himself as the head of a buddhist temple to attract cursed humans with the promise of "curing" them.

here he was sitting cross-legged inside the temples soft floor while his head was resting on his rough hand, his other hand was holding you tight by the waist as the plumpness of your ass was seated on his folded leg.

his hand start rubbing against your belly earning a low moan from you. he smirks you can already feel the hotness of his fat cock pressing against your soft ass.

"hm? does my little slut want to be stuffed by her master?". his warm breath fan against your neck as he leans in closer, his rough hand already made it's way under your kimono gripping your soft thighs tightly.

that's how you got here, flipped on getos lap your face pressed against the soft mattress on the ground while your wet pussy is wide open for any eyes that enter the temple.

the only sounds that filled the room was your heavy whines, breathless moans. and the wet sound of your pussy sucking in every cursed orb getos shoves inside you.

you sob whining, your thighs were trembling as you feel the orb ripping, stretching your wet little hole before it gets sucked inside your sticky slimy tunnel of a pussy.

suguru tsk at the sight, you can feel his hard on twitching and leaking against your belly. he was huffing like a dog as he gaze at the way your filthy pussy gush hot fluid outside each time he tries to shove an orb in like it's moisting your hole with sticky warm natural lube, getting it ready to slide another orb in.

he groans his mouth gape open staring through his heavy eyelids at how your dirty pussy was gripping tightly on the next orb he place before it sloppily slides in with a pop, like it's so needy so hungry to feed on his cursed orbs.

the veins surrounding his fat cock throbs as he feels the way a bludge start forming in your belly, getting stuffed from how many orbs he shoved inside your poor little pussy.

drool slides down his wet lips admiring how puffy, red and abused your pussy lips looked. so good so stuffed so full.

you were fucked out of your mind, your body was trembling shaking as you sob and hiccup over stimulated and full. not noticing the eyes of your two old friends hungrily staring at your pathetic state.

suguru chuckles, his eyes trail from your pussy to nanami and satoru who's eyes were glued on you.

"I told you my little slut was doing good".

it was getos idea to show your old friends how your sweet little pussy take his cursed orbs one by one so well.

they wanted to see you, check on their dear friend. geto invited them over without letting you know.

there eyes were glued on you. never leaving you while their fat cocks leak painfully. they didn't expect to find you in this position, fucked like a little slut.

so fucked to the point you don't notice their presence. your mouth was open as load of spit drool out of it, the only words you can make out were-

"please-! please-". you hiccup, begging your master to let you cum.

suguru coo at you rubbing your puffy red clit before whispering something in your ear and soon after you freeze, realizing who's in the room with you.

"so what do you say baby? should you help our little friends hm?". he smirks.

every hole in your body was stuffed. your body violently shake, your screams were muffled by nanamis thick cock as he pumps it in and out your abused lips.

you were laying down on sugurus chest, your hard nipples rubbing against his as he lays under you.

while his hand grip hard on your ass slamming his fat cock inside your sore pussy. your body trembles as you feel the curse orbs that were still stuffed inside your pussy twirling around, consistently hitting your g-spot with each hard thrust of getos cock.

your ears were filled with satorus groans as he hold your face close to him by the hair, your earlobe was coated with his warm spit as he wettly suck on your ears while his sensitive cock thrust inside your ass hole.

"look at me you fucking slut". nanami growls as he slams his fat cock down your throat bruising it before you feel robes of his hot cum shooting down your throat.

"m-master! no! no! no more please-" you immediately start sobbing out as soon nanami pulls out his cock, his warm cum was spilling out of your mouth as you struggle to speak.

"you fucking slut, who gave you the permission to spill it from your mouth".

nanami harshly growls out before he slaps your face with his rough hand. just to grab you roughly by your hair and force your face to meet his. but you weren't even lookin at him, eyes crossed focusing on the feeling of the two cocks inside of you.

he tsks before scoping the cum that was on your lips and shoving in back inside your mouth and you immediately start sucking on his fingers.

suguru slide your pussy down his cock one more time before he spurt his cum everywhere, coating your walls white.

you can feel the cum geto that spilled inside you sliding against the orbs making it more sticky and sloppy.

that's what had you squirting, over flowing with juice. that's what had you drooling. mouth over flowing with your own sloppy spit- spit that was mixed with nanamis warm cum that he stuffed inside your mouth. you were choking struggling to keep his boiled seeds that filled your mouth from spilling.

tears running down your face as your whole body thrust against geto who was under you- reminding you of the gojo fat cocks that was gaping your tight ass hole wide open.

you can feel the hardness of his red, sensitive nipples rubbing against your back as he thrusts in.

suguru hiss as he looks at the state of your nasty little pussy that was barely recognizable anymore. it was gaping open as his warm cum that was mixed with your fluid leak out of it, your pussy lips were so stretched so red so puffy so sensitive.

that as soon as he pinch your fat clit, your body freeze before you tense and a scream rips out of your throat as a forceful stream of hot liquid gush out of your abused hole.

the orbs that were placed inside you burst out from the force of your orgasm, each orb was sloppily popping out of your pussy.

the feeling of being gaped open was to much- the feeling of the sloppy orbs bursting out of your puffy pussy with so much force was to much.

it was all to much that it had you sobbing, drooling and spilling the cum out of your mouth as you hiccup, forgetting about the order of keeping it stuffed in your mouth that nanami gave you.

your mind was foggy, eyes blurry with tears, your lips were parted, jaw hanging open as drool of spit and cum drips down.

you couldn't control yourself anymore as your juice spray every where, coating the floor with your hot juice.

you couldn't control the orbs that were popping out of your pussy.

satorus whimpers at the sight his cock pumping as he ruts harder inside your ass hole, he doesn't even realize what's he's doing as his hand trail under your ass and reach your nasty little pussy.

it was gaping so wide open that he easily shoved his whole fist in, he moans loudly once he feels the way your gummy sticky walls grips his fist, massaging it.

and that sends him to the edge, slamming his hips into your ass before painting it with his seeds.

nanami grabs your fucked face, before shoving his tongue inside your mouth, licking and sucking on your tongue.

that's how you turned into their cum dumpster.

[toeeater394737]

Tie me in Ribbons | S.JY

sub!jake x dom!reader warnings: smut (mdni), oral (m. rec), unprotected sex, cream pie, sub!jake, edging, petnames (good boy, princess, baby), use of ribbons, choking, nipple play, praising, actually very cute, almost no plot at all, not proofread, anything else lmk! w.c: 12.2k synopsis: when jaeyun stumbles across one of your old diaries, he gets an inside look into your fantasies and decides it's time you explore them. a/n: hi! i have never written sub!enha before so please understand that it might not be great but bear with me <33 this was pure self indulgence and it won't be everyone's cuppa so feel free to skip! if you remeber love me tender, its kinda like the opposite of that! as always, comments, reblogs, and feedback is all welcome!

Jaeyun’s hands skim over the bedsheets for what feels like the umpteenth time, smoothing out creases that are barely there, his thoughts racing faster than his fingers. There’s a flutter in his chest that tilts between anxiety and excitement, and honestly, he’s uncertain which is winning.

Yesterday, while tidying up the shared apartment you moved into three years ago, Jaeyun stumbled upon something he never expected to find: the forbidden codes of your mind. Your old diary.  It toppled from the top shelf of your wardrobe as he sifted through the pile of clothes that seemed to grow with every season. The impact stung as it bounced off his head, but the pain was forgotten the moment his eyes landed on the words scrawled prettily across the cover - Y/N of 2021.

Now, Jaeyun is always someone who respects your boundaries. Never has he snooped through your phone or done anything that would express distrust in you, because quite frankly, he trusts you with his entire chest. 

Ever since the day he met you at university almost four years ago, he knew both of you were destined to be together until the end of time, his heart leapt straight into your chest and declared you his new home. It was love at first conversation for him. Your voice, your thoughts, your laughter - they wrapped around his soul like a warm embrace, claiming him entirely.

That diary, though - its pages whispered a possibility he couldn’t resist. It might hold the answer to the one question he’s carried since the day of dawn: Did you feel it too? That instant connection.

At first, he hesitated. But curiosity, paired with a need so tender it almost ached, won out. He flicked through its pages cautiously, skipping over pages that didn’t seem relevant to him. But even then, 70% of it turned out to be about him anyway. His breath caught in his throat with every mention of his name, every observation of his quirks, every confession of how your feelings bloom with each kiss. The remaining 30%? Literally just about the time before you met him.

You had noticed him, thought about him, written about him. You’d recorded every little moment, from your first awkward exchange to the way your heart betrayed you, beating faster in his presence. Reading those words was like holding your heart in his hands, fragile and real. It answered his question with a resounding yes. You did feel the same as him, from the very beginning.

But, as he was ready to close the diary, his heart full and his curiosity satisfied, something stopped him. A page adorned with pink hearts and misshaped bows, caught his eye…What’s one more page after sixty-four others?

August 23rd 2021.

Dear Diary,

Sim Jaeyun is sooooooo...I can’t put it into words. Every time I look at him, I want to wrap him up in pretty ribbons because he truly is a gift from the universe. Today, he met me outside of class and bought my usual lunch from Tesco - he even has a clubcard! (swoon!) And then he just spent time with me. It’s the bare minimum but I’m really enjoying having someone who loves being around me and taking the time to ask me silly questions which lead to deeper conversations. He’s perfect - and I don’t throw that word around lightly because literally nothing is perfect except maybe a cherry iced americano - which was also in his hand when he came to pick me up <33

He’s the best boyfriend ever. I’ve said it before to you, twenty times I guess by now, but I love him. I love being in love with him. I want to cherish him for the rest of my life, put pretty bows in his hair and call him my perfect boy. I want to kiss all over his chest and heart so he feels how much I adore him.

Between you and me, Diary, I had a sex dream about him last night. I came home from class and he was there, lying on my bed with ribbons all over his body. Ugh! He looked so good all I could do was pounce on him and fuck him until the cows came home. He was so needy and I was commanding and hot, and he loved it all. Of course, my alarm for today ruined it, but I don’t think it’s left my brain - or will - for the foreseeable. 

I wonder if he would let me do all of that? 

He’s not dominant but he definitely likes to take charge. I don’t mind that, fuck, I love it and I literally beg him to bend me over any chance we get. But wouldn’t it be fun to have him wriggling under me…to have his cock twitch because I’m teasing him. He might be into it, but we’ve also only been dating for 5 months so…maybe I’ll bring it up in a few years. Not like we won’t be together forever, right? There’s more time to look forward to.

You never know what the future holds, but I really hope it involves Jaeyun. Ribbons or not.

Anyway! I have to go to sleep; exam tomorrow :(( Speak tomorrow!

~ Y/N <33

The words he read had initially shocked him, then left him baffled, and finally sparked an idea so clever he’s spent the past few hours bringing it to life. He’s going to turn your fantasies into reality - ribbons, wriggling, and all.

He’s going to let you take control.

Is it risky, considering you wrote it four years ago? Maybe. But it could also end up being the most spectacular surprise he’s ever pulled off. Perhaps even better than the time he brought his family dog to meet you in the park after she’d been away in Australia for months - a day you still insist was the best of your life.

Your sex life is good, better than good, it’s smut on tumblr level good. You have ways to spice it up while also enjoying the familiarity of it all. The way Jaeyun pounds into you like he’s trying to break the bed in record time - and breaking the bed isn’t new for him, ask the sales rep at the bed centre who has made more commission from Jaeyun alone that he can afford to take his kids to Italy every year.

And yes, you wrote that he loves taking charge, which he can’t deny. The sheer bliss he feels when you moan his name, the delighted giggles you let out when he calls you his good girl, and those soft, shared whispers of I love you - all of it makes his heart soar. But why not shake things up at least once?

If he’d known you wanted to flip the script and take the reins, he would’ve jumped at the chance years ago. Not because he expects to enjoy being on the receiving end - though he might, the way his cock twitched at your written confession was a clear indicator - but because he’d do absolutely anything for you. If you asked him to pluck a star from the sky, he’d sign up for the NASA programme tomorrow, suit up, and bring back the brightest one he could find.

Jaeyun does one final sweep down the bed before huffing, glancing once more at the crisp pastel pink sheets that you insisted on buying. They will get wrecked as soon as you step over the flat’s threshold, so he doesn’t know why he’s so determined to make the bed look like it came straight out of a showroom.

But he knows why. The final piece of his plan involves the delicate, baby-pink ribbon he’d rushed out to buy this morning. After poring over an assortment of options - who knew ribbons came in so many varieties? - he’d settled on silk. It reminded him of that night after the university charity ball, when he tied you up with his sleek black tie, the one you’d been so complimentary about, both as a neckpiece and as a restraint. A smirk plays on his lips at the memory of that night, the way your breath hitched when his hands bound your wrists, how your eyes sparkled with mischief and trust.

He reaches into the bag, grabbing the ribbon as the softness of the material settles over his fingertips. Definitely a good choice. It’s pretty, and he has a sneaking suspicion that you’re going to lose your mind once you see him draped in it. Jaeyun can’t help but smile at the thought, a certain pride swelling in his chest, accompanied by a smirk that showcases a tint of confidence.

And if you don’t want to fuck him like you did in your diary, he’ll use the ribbons on you instead. He has always wanted to tie your hands to your legs and tease your clit until you’re a sobbing mess, bedsheets covered in your essence as he makes you cum again and again, pleads falling from your lips as he takes what he wants without giving you what you need…

Next time.

It’s this feeling of certainty that gets him stripping down until he’s naked, flicking each piece of clothing into the hamper that finds home in the corner of your room. He won’t be needing them after all of this anyway; you’re both not leaving the bed any time soon, that’s for sure.

The full-length mirror captures his reflection in the best light; the sunshine fluttering through the window kisses over his pretty, tanned skin. Jaeyun isn’t full of himself - humble to his core even when he doesn’t need to be -  but right now he feels a little cocky. His stomach is toned from just enough gym sessions to make having a membership worth it, and his chest is still painted with faint claw marks from your last night of bed-bonking, your touch still engraved. 

His gaze slides down, following his body's curves, and finally lands between his legs. His cock already hangs heavy and slightly hard, as if he knows what’s coming - or maybe it’s the unknown that has him bricking up. 

He has always been proud of it, not just its size - though he will pat himself on the back - but the things it has done to you.  The mess you make over it, how your juices honour it with each thrust and bounce. He's seen how your body reacts, how your eyes roll back as you take him, how your thighs tremble, and how your voice shakes as you moan his name. Sometimes, your pussy tries to push him out - too much, too soon you always say, but then he gets swallowed inside of you, lost as your walls welcome his impressive size. That makes him feel powerful.

But today is all about you feeling powerful.

So, he grabs his cock and squeezes it firmly. “It’s not about you today, okay?” Jaeyun begins, stroking slowly in warning rather than pleasure, speaking directly to his shaft. “It’s about our girl and what she wants.”

Jaeyun tilts his head as he feels his cock jump slightly at the mention of some planned fun, not getting the full memo.  “Don’t get any ideas, mate,” he continues, tone amused but firm. “Don’t be fucking greedy and take over. And for the love of god don’t embarrass me by blowing the moment she calls you a good boy or whatever the fuck she’s going to say.”

Although he’s speaking directly to his cock, he is also saying it to himself. Talking to one head means talking to the other, or however the saying goes.

“She might tease,” he says, his grip loosening as he speaks more gently now, coaxing himself into the right mindset for the evening. “Fuck she might even be a little mean. But she doesn’t mean it, yeah? Let her have this. Let her do what she wants.”

Satisfied with his little one-sided conversation, he releases himself, taking one last glance at himself. There’s a flicker of something new in his features - a mix of anticipation and excitement. He feels ready. Speaking his thoughts out loud, to his cock no less, has somehow shifted his apprehension into eagerness, the idea of relinquishing control no longer unnerving but thrilling.

At the end of the day, this is for you. For your happiness. That’s what matters most to him, and always will.

Jaeyun starts with his chest, wrapping the ribbon carefully around him, the satin cool against the heat of his flushed skin. The first loop sits just above his nipples, taut enough to tease but not constrict, while the second layer falls just below them, framing his pecs with deliberance. With a quick tug and a messy knot at his back, he secures the binding in place. 

Moving lower, he grabs another length of ribbon, this time letting it fall more loosely around his waist. He drapes it artfully across his toned tummy, arranging the fabric with a sense of carelessness that still shows intention. Each movement is calculated, designed to highlight the sharp lines of his body that you adore so much. The ribbon clings just enough to suggest the faint curve of his v-line, the rest of the fabric dipping provocatively over his hips. The tail of the ribbon hangs low, trailing down over his cock. Far from concealing, it draws attention to the main gift underneath.

Satisfied with his work, Jaeyun exhales softly, a breath of contentment escaping his plumpy lips as he steps back to take in his reflection from a new perspective. The sight staring back catches him off guard as his pulse stumbles, and he feels a flicker of heat at the tip of his dick as his gaze roams over himself.

The delicate ribbon, pale against the warmth of his skin, transforms him into something otherworldly. The soft contrast heightens the definition of his body - his abs etched deeper into his stomach, his chest broad and prominent. Yet, there’s an ethereal quality to him now, as though the juxtaposition of strength and fragility has created something almost too beautiful to be real.

Jaeyun’s trembling fingers glide over the fabric, tracing its edges, his touch reverent and curious. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine, and he exhales a shaky breath, caught in a haze of disbelief and pride. He looks good. No, better than good. He looks fucking beautiful.

It’s a new kind of beauty, one he’s never seen in himself before. He’s accustomed to being called hot, handsome, and even cute on occasion. But this…this feels different. He feels irresistible, he looks so striking it’s hard to believe it’s his own reflection. Maybe he should consider modelling for those raunchy BookTok covers with half-naked men on horses.

Swallowing thickly, Jaeyun nods to himself, as if to anchor his thoughts and settle the pounding of his heart. He’s made absolutely the right decision. This was worth every single moment of preparation. A small, knowing smile graces his lips as he mutters to himself, “She’s going to love this…”

A grin forms on his blushed face, tearing his eyes away as he reaches for his phone. Now he just needs to get you here. But how? You’re studying for exams next week and the only way you’ll come home is if there is an emergency, but he hates the idea of panicking you. You will probably rush home, get mad that he lied, and then make him sleep on the couch. 

No, he needs a better way…

Then it hits him.

“I should take a picture for her!” Jaeyun exclaims to the empty room, the ghosts of your shared apartment watching him with amusement, their silent applause egging him on.

Between speaking to the ghosts and warning his cock, he’s not the most sane person in the world right now. 

But regardless of sanity or not, this is a perfect plan. How could you possibly resist coming home when he’s wrapped up like this, a living, breathing gift just for you?

It’s also a safe way to test the waters. If you reply with laughing emojis, he’ll laugh it off as a joke, something he did on a whim because he was bored. But if your response holds even a whisper of desire, Jaeyun is prepared. He’ll sprawl out on the bed and let you use every inch of him, ribbons and all.

Grabbing his phone, he swipes open the camera and steps back to get himself in frame. A moment of hesitation passes as he considers the best pose. He’s sent you nudes before, sure - pictures and videos of him holding his thick cock, teasing with soft movements, or those casual, aerial shots of his toned body from his gaming chair. Those were easy to pull off. But this? A sexy, teasing shot that’s literally impossible to resist? That’s a whole new ballgame.

Jaeyun tries a few positions, starting with an over-the-shoulder shot to highlight his perky bum. But the sloppy knots from the ribbon ruin the image, and he frowns at the result. Next, he flexes his left arm, veins protruding as his bicep bulges, his torso stretching just enough to shift the ribbons higher. He studies the photo for a moment before shaking his head in frustration.

“Jesus Christ, Jaeyun,” he mutters, rolling his eyes at himself. “She wants a soft boy, not some wannabe bodybuilder fuckboy with a small cock.” He lets out a huff of exasperation, tutting as he adjusts the ribbons once again.

Switching to video, he hits record, deciding it might be easier to sift through the footage later for the perfect screengrab. He winks into the lens, a playful twinkle in his eyes as his free hand drifts from his collarbone, down his chest, and towards his stomach, ghosting his skin.

He hooks his fingers into one of the ribbon loops, tugging it just enough to make the tail of fabric covering his cock dance suggestively. The movement is subtle, but it directs all attention downward, exactly like he wants.

Turning slowly, Jaeyun angles himself just right, concealing the messy knots while ensuring his ass is perfectly framed. It looks good, not Seungcheol from Seventeen level juicy, but no one can achieve that bar the man himself. Jaeyun’s ass is just right for you, thick enough to grab and claw at when he has you in a mating press, but subtle enough that he can fit into all types of jeans.

He lightly smacks his ass, dulling the sharp sting with a gentle caress. Jaeyun imagines it’s you spanking him and suddenly, he’s ready to get on all fours.

When the recording ends, he smirks at the screen, reviewing and scrutinising his award-winning performance.

And award-winning it is because the next hurdle he has to leap over is finding the perfect shot. But why settle for one still frame when he could just…send you the entire video?

And that’s exactly what he does.

Opening up your contact, he sees the last message you sent.

I love you, baby! kisses when i get home. promise <33

Jaeyun bites his lips together, concealing the cheshire cat smile that threatens to take over his entire face. He’s hoping for a lot more than just some kisses, and he thinks he might just get what he’s wishing for. 

Jaeyun: hey, my love! did you order something?

Y/N: no? not that i remember. why?

With that, he hits upload, the video takes a few minutes due to its length, and his thumbs jump across the keyboard as he writes the accompanying message.

A few moments pass and he hears nothing from you. He guesses it’s because you’re processing what you have just witnessed, but he can’t stop his brain from overthinking. His teeth gnaw at his bottom lip as he conjures up different scenarios for your reaction, some of which include disgust, embarrassment, and other not-so-nice outcomes. 

Jaeyun: [1 video attachment]there’s a present here for you

Then, those three dots wipe every thought.

Y/N: baby? what…is this?

Jaeyun: come home and find out, love ;)

Y/N: omw <33

As soon as your last message is received, he realises it’s do or die, so he cleans up the bedroom once again, the nerves and excitement merging into one ball of energy inside his heart. He is ecstatic that you clearly are at least intrigued by the idea, which is better than flat-out rejection or mockery.

He now needs to make sure he’s pretty for you.

_____

The keypad beeps echo in the landing as you punch in your PIN and you swing the door open with urgency. Kicking off your shoes without care, you barely notice the way they clatter against the wall. Your focus is singular, your movements egged on by a mix of confusion and curiosity.

The video still plays in your mind in a loop, and each frame burns into your memory. Watching it in the library had been a mistake - or perhaps the best decision of your day. You had felt an overwhelming rush of emotions: surprise that Jaeyun would do something so bold, intrigue at the sheer prospect of it, and then…that flush of heat that went from your cheeks and travelled straight to your cunt.

Your steps quicken, the familiar flat blurring as you stride towards the bedroom. Your pulse thrums in your ears, and your breaths come faster with each passing second. You’re not sure what to expect, but you know you need answers. 

Now.

The door to your bedroom is slightly ajar, the flicker of the dull lamp from inside might as well be compared to the white flash at the pearl gates of heaven. Taking a deep breath, your hand hovers at the door, your body waiting for you to mentally prepare yourself. Are you excited? For sure. Excitement isn’t even enough to describe the bubble in your chest. God, he looked so pretty in the video, you hope this isn’t some sick prank and he’s actually fully clothed behind the door. You shake the thought away, swallowing the lump in your throat, and push the door open.

The sight that greets you steals the breath from your lungs.

Jaeyun lays on your double-sized bed like a living work of art, his body draped in ribbons that teasingly hide the parts of his body your pussy is just now crying out for, your panties soaking instantly at the sight. He’s angled perfectly, one arm resting behind his head, the other draped across his stomach, fingers brushing the fabric. The pink ribbon winds around his chest, his abs, and down his hips, teasingly concealing just enough to leave your imagination reeling. His cock is so big though, that the ribbon isn’t even covering half of it and you could cum right now as your eyes widen and mouth slacks.

The pose it cheesy, it resembles Shawn Michaels on the cover of Playgirl if you’re being honest. But just like how wrestling fans in the 90s fawned over him with just a wrestling belt hiding his dick despite the awkward pose, you’ll do the same with your boyfriend - perhaps even more shamelessly. 

Jaeyun bites his lip, his teeth catching the soft flesh as his eyes dart down to himself before meeting yours again. “Surprise,” he murmurs, his voice dipping into that velvety bedroom tone he uses when describing in vivid detail how he plans to absolutely devour you. It sends a ripple of heat through your body, making it nearly impossible to focus, or rather figure out what to focus on. “So…what do you think?”

You let out a shaky breath, struggling to gather your thoughts. “I don’t even know what to think,” you manage, your words tumbling out in disbelief. Your eyes roam over him again, lingering shamelessly on the ribbon that teases more than it hides. “But I know you look so fucking hot.”

A grin spreads across his face, slow and sultry, as though your words are a symphony and he’s savouring every note. “Not pretty?” he quips, teasingly twirling the loose end of the ribbon between his fingers.

Your gaze locks onto the veins snaking up his forearms. They’re hypnotic, and you’re suddenly struck by the thought of gripping onto them, feeling their pulse under your desperate hands as he works you over with his fingers. The mere idea has your body responding, a warm ache blooming between your thighs.

Jaeyun raises an eyebrow, pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts. “Lost in there, baby?” he asks with a smirk, his teasing tone dripping with amusement.

“I mean…yeah,” you murmur, barely audible, your voice laced with awe. “You look beautiful. Perfect.” The last word is whispered, but it's easily the most earnest confession to fall from your lips.

A faint blush blooms across his cheeks, barely visible in the dim lighting, but enough to make your heart flutter. He shifts, sitting up on the bed with his legs spread and knees bent, the new position giving you an unfiltered view of his semi-hard cock. The tip is flushed, indicating that he’s been holding back as he waits for you, and the sight alone has you clenching around nothing.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says smoothly, gesturing to his body like it’s a gift he’s unwrapping just for you. “Because it’s all yours, baby. Do whatever you want.”

Your stomach tightens, a thrill shooting through you at his words. “What?” you whisper, needing to hear it again for clarification, because you’re sure your arousal is messing with your brain receptors. 

“I’m yours to use,” he explains, his voice dropping into a husky murmur. “Just for tonight. Make me beg, whimper. Edge me. Tease me. Choke me. Tie me up with these ribbons. Whatever your pretty little head dreams up. I’m at your mercy.”

A gush of wetness soaks your panties, your body betraying your excitement before you can even process his offer. This has been a long-standing fantasy of yours, one you’ve never fully admitted to him, though you’d tried to hint at it countless times. The idea of taking control, of pinning him down and making him unravel beneath you, had lingered in the corners of your mind for years.

But somehow, he’d never caught on. All the subtle moments - your fingers wrapping around his throat but never squeezing, the way you’d pressed him into the mattress but let him take the reins again - had flown over his head. It seemed your silent desires had fallen flat.

Until now.

Your chest tightens at the thought. “You mean…” you trail off, your voice hesitant, hoping he’ll fill in the gaps so you won’t have to say it out loud.

His smirk grows, confidence radiating off him in waves. “I mean you have free reign,” he says, leaning back slightly, the ribbons shifting to reveal just a bit more of his toned stomach. “I’ll be your good boy the entire night.”

That does it to you. 

Next thing you know, you’re pouncing on the boy, pinning him back to the bed as your lips crash against his with hunger you can’t contain, your bodies instinctively fitting together like yin and yang. His breath hitches as your mouths meld, the soft, pliant press of his lips yielding eagerly to you. You kiss him like you’ve been starving, like the taste of him is the only thing that could ever satiate you, and his low, needy moans tell you he feels the same. You would think that you hadn’t seen each other for months, deprived of touch, but in reality, you were tangled like this just last night.

Your tongue flicks against his, a bold swipe that coaxes him to open further for you. The heat between you grows with every glide of your tongue against his, every playful nip at his bottom lip that makes him shudder beneath you. His hands hover at your hips, unsure if he is allowed to touch, unfamiliar with this new dynamic, but you’re already too far gone to notice.

You pull back slightly, just enough to move your attention to his neck, dragging your lips across the sensitive skin. A breathless chuckle escapes him, quickly turning into a sharp inhale as you nip at his pulse point, your teeth leaving claims over him. The quiet gasps and whimpers that fall from his lips fuel you further, your lips and teeth trailing lower, leaving a delicate constellation of marks down the column of his throat. 

When you reach his collarbone, you let your tongue dart out to taste him, revelling in the way he squirms beneath you. You’ve heard him moan, but never like this, like he’s moaning in both pleasure and pain. The pain comes from the desperate need to take control. You nip gently, then soothe the spot with a kiss, and he lets out a broken moan, his head tipping back into the plush pillows. 

But it’s his chest that truly captures your attention. The ribbon wrapped snugly around him creates a pretty display, his nipples peeking out like individual presents waiting to be unwrapped. You can’t help but smirk as you dip your head lower, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the centre of his chest before trailing to one side.

You pause just above his nipple, the soft rise and fall of his breathing making it all the more tempting. Without hesitation, you brush your lips over the taut bud, then suck lightly at the sensitive skin. His reaction is immediate - a sharp intake of breath, followed by a low groan that sends a thrill straight through you. He’s into this and you’ve barely even started.

Tonight is going to be so much fun.

Straddling his lap, you take a moment to admire the way he looks beneath you, the ribbons framing him perfectly, his chest flushed and glistening from your attention. He’s exquisite, vulnerable in a way that makes your heart race. You grip the top layer of the ribbon, using it to pull him up towards you.

“Come here,” you murmur, your voice soft but commanding. His eyes flutter open, dazed and dark with arousal, and he obeys without hesitation. You kiss him again, this time slower, deeper, savouring every moment.

When you pull back, your hand drifts to his chest, your thumb brushing over his nipple, slow but with pressure. The effect is instantaneous - he hisses, his body jerking slightly as he throws his head back.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice shaky, the word drawn out like a plea. His reaction makes your smirk grow, confidence surging through you.

“Not used to being touched here, huh?” you tease, your voice a low purr as you circle his nipple again, watching the way his body tenses and trembles under your touch. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive, baby.”

“Neither did I,” he confesses. Considering he did most - if not all - of his sexual exploring with you, it makes sense. If you both haven’t tried something together, he doesn’t know about it. As much as this is fulfilling a fantasy for you, it’s also opening up his horizons, helping him explore his body and needs. And so far, he’s loving every second.

He flutters his eyes closed, enjoying the pressure and pull of your thumbs on his nipples, and instinctively, his hands trail up your body, dipping under your t-shirt so he can feel your soft skin under the pads on his fingers. Jaeyun tries to cup your tits, but when you feel him, you surprise him - and yourself - with something entirely new.

You pinch his nipples tight, twisting them enough to make him yelp and jerk his hands away.

“Ow!” he yelps, his hands that tried to grope you now bunched up at his sides. 

“Baby, oh my god, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you blurt out, eyes wide with worry as your hands move to cup his face. Frantically, you search his gaze for any sign of pain or discomfort. Though you find traces of both, there’s a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“You caught me off guard, that’s all, princess,” he reassures you softly, his hands covering yours. The sight of your panicked expression tugs at his heartstrings, and he can’t help but pout playfully. “It’s okay. You can do whatever you want, remember?”

You nod slowly, agreeing that while yes that was the plan, you don’t want him to not enjoy it. Your fingers slide down to entwine with his, hoping to soothe him. “Maybe we should use a safeword,” you suggest tentatively, biting your lip.

Jaeyun bursts into laughter, his chest shaking as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “What are you planning to do to me, baby, huh?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows mischievously.

His reaction only makes you groan, covering your face with your hands as you shake your head. “No! Not like that,” you protest, your voice muffled by your palms. “This is new for me, and I didn’t even know I was going to… tweak your nipples…”

Jaeyun laughs again, this time with immense fondness at its base, eyes crinkling at the edges as he reaches up to pull your hands away from your face. “Baby, don’t hide,” he whispers, his thumbs brushing the back of your hands. “I can take it, I was just surprised.” His voice is warm and reassuring. He’s so considerate and loving, even after you’ve violated his nipples…what a man.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with…I mean we can just have sex like normal. You can tie me-”

“Stop,” Jaeyun cuts you off with a small laugh, his tone steady but playful. “No. You want this, and I want this. I can handle a little nipple play or whatever else that pretty mind of yours comes up with.” He punctuates his words with a gentle poke to your forehead, his grin so genuine and full of trust that you almost break down sobbing. You lean in to kiss him, melting all your apprehensions away. 

As you pull back, you find your resolve again. If he wants this, and so do you, then you should do it. 

“Okay… yeah…” you murmur, clearing your throat and slipping back into the role you’d started to embrace. Your voice takes on a firmer tone as you meet his gaze. “No touching me unless I say so. And no taking over. These are my only rules. I really want to try this properly.”

Jaeyun nods excitedly as his cock twitches, watching your eyes go from concern to slowly regaining that power you had earlier, the commanding presence that seems to wrap around you like a second skin. He can’t lie, it’s so fucking sexy to him - this new allure and aura that seems to overtake you when you’re on top of him. “Yes, Ma’am.”

With that, your hands grip the hem of your t-shirt and pull it over your head, discarding it without breaking eye contact with the boy underneath you. Jaeyun instantly begins to lick his lips, knowing you’re going for your lavender bra next.

When Jaeyun says he loves your tits, it means he loves your tits. Adores them. Cannot think of anything better than fondling them, sucking them, marking them, even just holding them in his hand while you both watch a movie. He’s obsessed. If you plan on depriving him, that might just be the hardest part of this.

Your hands circle to your back, grabbing the clasp and undoing it achingly slow. Jaeyun almost pants like a dog as he awaits his favourite treats. 

“You can’t touch until I say so,” you warn him, already pre-empting the inevitable. He’s going to swarm in, his eyes already giving his intention away more than his prodding cock against your ass.

“Okay…don’t be mean though,” he whines, licking his lips in anticipation, hands scrunching up beside him. He wants nothing more than to pin you draw you closer to him and bury his face into your pretty, tantalising chest.

You can’t help but smirk as you see him practically drooling over your body, feeling how he wriggles underneath you as he impatiently waits for you to give him the green light. Jaeyun swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as he looks up at you, like butter wouldn’t melt, and you almost fold. The stars in his eyes set your heart racing and blood pulsing.

Your boyfriend has those eyes, the one that can make you flip your mind and give him anything he wants. You’ve spent years trying to master how to not give in, to stand your ground and finally have your way for once. Yet, all his attempts have worked. Every. Single. Time.

But not today.

Instead of giving in to his unspoken pleas, you cup your breasts in your hands, kneading them slowly and deliberately, as if moulding the softest dough. Your fingers tease your nipples, catching them just enough to send a shiver of pleasure down your spine, your breath escaping in a quiet, lustful sigh. They don’t feel nearly as good as Jaeyun’s hands do, but the expression on his face makes it all worthwhile.

Jaeyun’s gaze stays glued to you, wide and glassy, like a starving man who can see the sweetest fruit just out of reach. His eyes follow every movement, his thighs clenching and relaxing in time with the slow rhythm of your hands. His lips part slightly, and his tongue flicks out with each pinch you give your nipples, as if he can almost feel it himself.

The way he reacts - so helpless and captivated - only fuels your confidence. You wonder how much further you can push him before offering even a shred of mercy. Slowly, your hips begin to roll against him, the rough denim of your jeans grazing over his shaft. The friction pulls a sharp inhale from his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, overwhelmed by the sensation.

When soft, breathy moans escape your lips, your body moving in perfect harmony with the teasing motion of your hands, he feels caught in a torturous balance between bliss and agony. You’re divine, ethereal, and just out of reach; close enough to admire but too far to claim.

“Fuck, baby, you’re enjoying yourself, huh?” His voice is strained, his words not really a question but more of a jealous statement.

You smirk, grinding a little harder against him. While the thickness of your jeans dulls your own sensations, the way his ragged breaths hitch with every movement is more than enough to keep you going. “I love it. Don’t you?”

Jaeyun chuckles, nodding eagerly. “Yeah, I love it,” he admits, his voice breathy and filled with want. He hesitates for a moment, biting his lip as if the next words might be too bold, too risky. He’s terrified you’ll stop the intoxicating pressure against his cock. “I would love it even more if-”

“If I touched you?” you interrupt with a sly grin, your voice dripping with mischief.

It wasn’t what he was going to say - not exactly. What he wanted was to touch you, to feel your skin under his palms and reclaim even a little bit of control. But if you’re offering him pleasure, he’s not about to argue.

Your hands leave your chest, letting your breasts bounce naturally as they settle. The sight makes Jaeyun’s breath hitch, his eyes glued to the mesmerising way they jiggle. A low sound escapes his throat, almost like a purr, and you can feel the heat of his gaze travelling over every inch of you.

The corners of your lips twitch as you stand up slowly, your hips swaying slightly as you step off the bed. His eyes spark, and the loss of your weight on him is immediately missed, but his curiosity overrides his disappointment. You reach for the button of your jeans, unhooking it with teasing slowness.

“You’ve been so good for me,” you say, your voice soft yet commanding. “I think you deserve a little more, don’t you?”

Jaeyun nods frantically as he watches you with rapt attention. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as you shimmy out of your jeans, letting the fabric slide down your legs. You step out of them, kicking them to the side without breaking eye contact.

Now standing before him in nothing but your panties, you let the tension linger, watching the way his chest rises and falls with every ragged breath. His gaze drinks you in, and his jaw slacks as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing even though he has seen you in those pretty blue pants more than he can count. They’re your favourite pair after all.

“Better?” you ask, cocking your head to the side with a playful smirk, relishing in how he devours you with his gaze.

“Fuck, yes.” 

You climb back onto the bed, positioning yourself between his legs and you see his cock, red and hard, laying against his stomach and over those pretty ribbons. The contrast between the angry and the delicate makes your tummy flutter and pussy pulse. 

Dipping your head down, you run your tongue in one slow, sensual stroke from the base of his length to the tip, tracing the prominent vein like it’s a map guiding you to treasure. Jaeyun’s reaction is instant; his hips buck up as he demands more, and a deep, guttural groan escapes his lips. The soft, wet warmth of your tongue gives him just a taste of what he craves, but it’s nowhere near enough to satisfy him.

You don’t stop there. Instead, you shift your focus, trailing your tongue up his torso, leaving a path of kisses over each ribbon he put so much effort into. Each kiss is like a silent thank you for making him look even more breathtaking than he already does. Your hands grip his hips firmly, holding him down with as much strength as you can muster to keep his excited movements in check.

Jaeyun’s breathing is erratic, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you continue your ascent. Your teeth nip at his skin playfully, just enough to make him gasp and shiver beneath you. Exactly what you want.

“You’re so needy, baby,” you tease softly, your voice laced with amusement.

His head falls back against the pillow, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he fights the urge to take control. “And you’re a tease,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite in his words - just breathless adoration.

You hum in response, your lips curling into a smirk as you reach his collarbone, nipping and sucking gently before kissing the spot to soothe it. His body trembles under your touch, and you feel a surge of satisfaction knowing you’re driving him wild.

“Good boys don’t complain,” you murmur against his skin, your hands still firmly planted on his hips.

Jaeyun swallows hard, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. “Jesus fuck, if you keep talking like that, I’m gonna bust,” he admits, his earlier resolve crumbling under the weight of your words. The way you call him a good boy, it’s so much better than anything his imagination could have conjured.

You smirk, leaning in closer until your face is mere inches from his, your breasts hovering just above his chest. The silk ribbon brushing against your own sensitive nipples sends a spark of pleasure through you, adding to the growing fire inside. “That’s another rule, actually,” you purr. “You can’t cum until I say so.”

“Wai-”

“No talking back, baby,” you interrupt, your hand sliding to the base of his neck. Your fingers tighten just enough to send a warning, your power over him radiating through the simple touch. “Do as you’re told.”

Jaeyun’s jaw tightens, his instinct to argue bubbling up, but the glint in your eyes and the sheer joy radiating from you makes him pause. He can see how much you’re revelling in the moment, how fully you’ve stepped into this role. So he yields, nodding.

“Okay,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with both love and resignation. “I promise.”

His heart flutters, a mix of disappointment and excitement swirling within him. He knows you’re going to make him earn it, make him work for every ounce of pleasure. And while the thought of being denied drives him crazy, he can’t help but feel giddy seeing you so confident and in control. You’re getting everything that you wrote about, and he is so, so happy to be able to give you this.

You smile, brushing your lips over his cheek in a featherlight kiss. “Good boy,” you whisper, the praise making his body shudder beneath you. “Now, let’s see how long you can keep that promise,” you tease, your voice laced with wicked delight.

Removing your hand from his throat, you trail down his body the pads of your fingers brushing lightly over his skin and tugging at the ribbons, making his body shudder. You drum your fingers against his stomach, missing his strained cock each time. The vibrations shoot straight through him and make his dick jump, reaching out for you.

When you finally make contact with his cock, you wrap your fingers around the head with care, gripping it like it’s a joystick and playing with it teasingly.

Jaeyun sucks in a sharp breath, his hips twitching at the contact, but he holds himself back, remembering your rules, or at least trying to. You reward his restraint with a soft kiss on his lips, brief but sweet, before pulling away to make better use of your mouth.

Sliding down his body, you take your time, letting your lips graze his skin, your breath warm and whispy. His abs contract under your kisses, and his whimpers grow louder with every inch you descend. When you’re finally face-to-face with his shaft, you pause, letting the anticipation build as you glance up at him. His wide, pleading eyes meet yours, his chest heaving with each shaky breath.

“Doing so well, baby,” you murmur, your voice soft and filled with pure bliss. He is so good at this, being submissive, whether he’s playing it up to make this more enjoyable for you, or he is actually falling into his own role with the same amount of ease as you did yours, you’re thankful. 

Little do you know that Jaeyun is enjoying this much more than you are at this point.

Your tongue darts out, tracing a slow, wet line along the underside of his length, starting from the base and moving toward the tip. You pause to swirl your tongue around the head, savouring the way his body jolts at the contact. His groan is high-pitched, almost desperate, and it sends a thrill through you. He’s usually such a grunter, his moans low and primal, but now he’s almost like a puppy compared to a wolf.

“Please,” he breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, but you don’t respond. Instead, you press your lips to his shaft, kissing your way back down to the base. You alternate between featherlight kisses and gentle nips, each one drawing a new sound from him - soft gasps, low groans, and broken moans, you name it, he’s making it.

Your hands hold his hips firmly in place, ensuring he can’t move as your mouth continues its torment. You flatten your tongue against him, licking up his length in long, languid strokes, relishing in every beautiful inch. The contrast between the warmth of your mouth and the cool air in the room has him trembling beneath you. With each attempt to wiggle, the pink ribbons tighten around him, adding a new layer of lust to his loins.

“Y-you’re killing me,” Jaeyun stammers, his voice trembling as his head falls back against the pillow.

You hum against him, the vibration making him shudder. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” you purr, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below the head.

Finally, you take him into your mouth and begin sucking gently, your cheeks hollowing as you create the perfect amount of pressure. His hands clutch the sheets, his knuckles white as he fights the urge to reach for you. All he wants to do is grab your hair and make you go faster or to start throat fucking you until he’s pouring you a glass of his seed. 

But you move slowly, taking your time, pulling off with a soft pop before returning to tease him again, your tongue flicking over the slit. Your tongue dips into him, swirling around and reaching as deep as you can. Jaeyun has never in his life experienced something so tortuous yet delicious. Somehow, you’re giving him what he wants and it still isn’t enough, like you know how to just get him on the edge before stepping back.

Jaeyun’s whimpers grow louder, his voice breaking as he pleads. His body is taut, every muscle straining as he struggles to keep his promise. “Please… please…” he chokes out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity of your teasing.

You glance up, your lips curling into a wicked smile as you meet his gaze. “Not yet, baby,” you whisper, your voice dripping with authority. “Be patient for me.”

His groan is a mix of frustration and submission, and you can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight of him - completely undone, trembling, and at your mercy. He gets even more worked up once you take him completely in your mouth, his head kissing your tonsils before you quickly take it all away again. The only thing he can do is kick his legs each time your warm mouth is replaced with the cold air of the room. 

To you, it’s adorable; his scrunched up, frustrated face with his bottom lip slightly pouting. You can tell he’s seconds away from picking you up and taking over, letting you have it rough and hard for being cruel like this. And as much as that sounds delightful, this is also far too much fun.

So you do it again, and again, and again, until he finally cries out, pleading incoherently. “Just let me cum, “ he mewls out, “Fuck, I’m being so good.” The end of his sentence comes with a high-pitched groan as you grab onto his balls, gripping them just enough that it’s more pleasurable than painful. 

“You are being so good,” you begin, giving him a false sense of hope. “But that was before you demanded I let you cum.” And just like that, his face falls, all that hope vanishing into thin air and the grip you have on his balls tightens, transforming that euphoric pleasure into agony. 

He arches off the bed and his hands grip the sheets, somehow still restraining himself from touching you. Jaeyun feels a mix of everything. Desperation from the need to cum, distress from the pressure you’re putting on his sensitive balls, and pride that you’re having a great time. Sure, it’s sort of at his expense, but he would be lying if he didn’t admit that underneath the bruising balls and edging he wasn’t having the time of his life. 

No wonder you love it so much when he's in control, being at his command. It’s fun and exciting, albeit painful. 

You loosen your grip, checking his face to assess how he’s feeling. Crushing his balls wasn’t a fantasy, and you don’t take great pleasure in causing him pain, but something inside you assured your worried mind that he would love it. And by the smile on his face and heaving in his ribbon-clad chest, you were right. 

He is loving this.

“Now, do you want to ask again nicely?” You offer him the chance to beg, massaging his balls to ease the ache you caused which only riles him up more, his length leaping once with sheer joy.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he breathes, a pleased smile overtaking the remnants of his earlier wince. The pain is a fading memory now, overshadowed by the way your touch sends sparks through him. “Please...may I cum?”

You release a soft hum, dragging your nails lightly over his sensitive sacks, eliciting a shudder that courses through his entire body. His chest quivers, the ribbon tied around it a cruelly beautiful contrast to his helplessness. You take your time, savouring the way his voice falters in its eagerness, the desperate edge that sounds so foreign from his lips.

“Hmm,” you murmur, pretending to consider it as your hand trails upward, fingers ghosting over the base of his length. “I don’t know if you’ve earned it yet.”

His hips jerk, entirely involuntary, as though his body seeks for the permission his lips have lost confidence to beg for. That insatiable hunger in his eyes, those pupils blown wide with need and reverence - it’s intoxicating. He’s utterly yours.

“Please,” he tries again, voice cracking ever so slightly. It’s almost pitiful, but there’s no denying the thrill it sends through you. “I need to, baby. Please let me cum.”

The power in your hands feels like fire and ice, a balance of control and chaos. You grip his chin lightly, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. “Do you?” you ask softly, the question hanging in the air like a challenge. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

He swallows hard, the muscles in his throat bobbing against your touch. “More than anything,” he says hoarsely, his breath coming in shallow, shaky waves. “I’ll do whatever you want, anything - just let me have this.”

Your lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. “Good boy,” you praise, leaning in just enough for your breath to ghost over his lips, teasing but not quite giving him what he craves. “But I’ll decide when you’ve earned it. And you’ll wait, won’t you?”

The groan that escapes him is somewhere between frustration and ecstasy, his head falling back as he nods fervently, every muscle in his body taut with restraint. “Okay. I’ll be patient.”

You cup his cheek and bring his eyes back to yours. “Thank you, Jaeyun. For all of this.” It’s a thank you for being good, but it’s also a thank you for letting you explore this. You don’t know why he decided to do this today or how he figured your desires out, but you’re thankful for it all. 

Not many men would let you crush their balls and respond with a smile.

The tenderness of your touch flows through to your boyfriend’s chest, injecting his heart with a newfound gem of love. He has a treasure chest of gold and rubies in there just for you, overflowing with gratitude and adoration. Each time you share a quiet moment like this, the treasure gets more grand, taking up much-deserved space. He carries around your love, heavy and cherished.

“Anything for you, baby,” he murmurs, smiling softly at you, the light in his eyes conveying his love. “Can I get permission to kiss you, or?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “Yes, you can kiss me.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head with exaggerated disappointment. “No. And now, thanks to your cheek, you’ve just earned yourself an even longer wait.”

And with that, Jaeyun captures your lips in his, gentle yet passionate, tentative but meaningful. His hand cups your cheek, guiding your head into a tilt as you nuzzle against his touch. Despite the roles you’re both playing there’s a window of just being Y/N and Jaeyun. It’s perfect. 

"Since you're feeling generous...can I cum?" He wiggles his brows, chancing his arm that you'll say yes even though just two minutes ago you told him no.

“Oh, c’mon-”

“Shh!” you cut him off sharply, your voice laced with authority and amusement. “Or I’ll make it so you don’t cum at all.”

That shuts him up instantly. His mouth clamps shut, and his eyes widen in alarm, the threat of complete denial hitting him harder than any punishment ever could. It’s bad enough being forced to wait now, but the thought of being denied entirely? He won’t dare risk it. So, gulping down his protests, he nods meekly, slipping back into the role of the obedient sub you’ve trained him to be.

Satisfied with his compliance, you sit up, your movements unhurried as you slide your underwear down your legs. The air in the room seems to grow hotter, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sends a rush of heat through your bloodstream. Your lips glisten under the dim light, catching his attention like a lighthouse beyond the dark sea. He stares, his throat working as he swallows hard, his desire palpable in the way his chest heaves and his hands twitch with restraint.

In an ideal world - his ideal world - he’d be between your legs right this fucking second, his face buried between your thighs, tasting you, worshipping you until you unravel on his tongue over and over again. He’d wear your pleasure like a mask, his face shining with evidence of your release, and he’d be the happiest man alive - happier than he already is if you can believe it.

But that’s not the reality - not yet. So he waits, muscles straining with anticipation, his cock twitching in sync with his heartbeat, almost wagging like the eager tail of a dog desperate to please. Even his body seems to understand the privilege of what’s coming next - the sheer joy of being buried deep inside you.

What does recognise deep down though, is the torment that comes with that privilege. Because let's face it, you’re not about to make it easy for him. Not tonight. And he’s prepared…he thinks.

Your hand strokes him again, leisurely dragging along his length, each slow pump a deliberate tease that pulls a low groan from deep within his chest. His restraint is paper-thin, and you know it. You line him up at your entrance, loving the way he shudders beneath you, every nerve ending alight with anticipation and greed. 

As you begin to sink down onto him, the air between you shifts, its intensity has both of you gasping. The stretch is magical, the way he fills you inch by inch sending a flood of pleasure up your spine. A shared moan escapes, his deep and guttural, yours breathy and high-pitched, the perfect harmony of bodies fitting together, just like always.

Your hands rest on his stomach, fingers splayed over the soft ribbon binding him, and you watch as his head tips back, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat. His lips part in a silent cry, and his eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the way your warmth grips him, tight and unrelenting.

But you don’t rush. No, that would be too easy. He’s already so close you know that if you gave him what he wanted, you’d be full of his seed in a minute. Instead, you move torturously slowly, lifting your hips just enough to keep him on the edge before sinking back down, your walls fluttering around him in a way that makes him curse under his breath.

“Patience,” you giggle, a sly smile playing on your lips as you roll your hips just slightly, just enough to make his cock twitch inside you. “You’re supposed to be my good boy, remember?”

His hands fist the sheets beneath him, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back. “I am,” he rasps, his voice strained, desperate. “I am your good boy. Please...Y/N, I am begging you to let me move.”

But you’re not ready to give him that freedom - not yet. So you ride him at your own pace, hips moving in a soft figure eight. It’s so pretty to see him hold back. Honestly, half of this night hasn’t even been you doing anything drastic - bar the ball squeezing and nipple tweaking - it’s all about what he can’t do. He can’t touch you, pound into you the way he does oh so well. He can’t even buck up his hips right now. That is what’s making this so torturous for him.

And so, so fun for you.

Bouncing once, you slam back onto him and he strains his entire body, the way your cervix batters down on the tip of his cock makes him see stars and his balls tighten, but you don’t budge after that, letting the feeling wash away and his orgasm sits at the base of his cock, never quite able to reach the top. 

Jaeyun can last hours in bed, there have been instances where he has made you cum at least four times before he even cums once. No matter how long he is inside you, he can hold out to prolong your pleasure. But because he’s relinquished all control to you, that also means holding back is proving a lot harder. 

You see him shaking, breathing out like he’s trying to calm himself down. His eyes prick with tears of desperation and you take a moment to soak in the sight of him beneath you. His flushed face and sweaty skin show you just how much he’s going through even if he can’t vocalise it. You would feel bad if his cock wasn’t jumping for joy inside of you.

Lifting your hips once more, you sit so only the tip of his cock is inside of you, and you squeeze your pelvis, eliciting a sweet moan from his lips and etching a pleased smile on your face. You grip the ribbons and admire how they dance under his contracting, needy body.

“They’re so pretty, Jaeyun,” you mutter, sinking back down fully onto his length. “So pretty.”

“They look good, right?” he asks with a smirk, though there is still a need for his slight insecurity to be soothed. Since this is new territory for him, he needs to be reassured that he has done well.

You nod, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate motion that makes him groan. His cock presses against your walls perfectly, thick and unyielding, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you let the sensation consume you. “They look amazing, baby,” you whisper, voice heavy with satisfaction. “So pretty on you.”

Gripping the ribbons like reins, you take control, moving your body with a confidence that leaves him breathless. Your hips gyrate in a rhythm that drives him wild, his hands clutching at the sheets as his body arches beneath you. Every motion, every sound, is a testament to how completely he’s yours.

Jaeyun’s breath is uneven as he struggles to hold himself together, the way you’re clutching onto the ribbons as you bounce your pussy on his shaft, expertly squeezing at both the bottom and top of his member. You can see it in his eyes - the need, the desperation - but he doesn’t move, his hands still gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Please,” he finally whispers, whining out as his hands hover in the air.

You tilt your head, slowing your movements just enough to make him squirm beneath you. “Please, what, baby?” you ask softly, though your tone carries a teasing edge.

His fingers dance in the air, begging to latch onto something - or someone - and his gaze locks onto yours, raw and pleading. “Can I touch you?” he asks with such vulnerability in his voice it makes your heart ache in the best possible way. “Please…I need to.”

You pause for a moment, letting his words hang between you as your hands trail down the ribbons, pulling them tight enough just enough to remind him who’s in control. His body tenses beneath you, his cock throbbing inside you as he waits for your response.

Leaning down, you bring your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. “You have been really good for me, Jaeyun,” you murmur, your voice low and sickeningly sweet it’s hard to believe it’s honest. “So good. Maybe you do deserve a reward, huh?”

His breath hitches, hope flickering in his eyes as he nods eagerly. “I’ve been the best,” he huffs out through an excited laugh. “I’ve done everything you ask. Let me touch you? Please, baby.”

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw before straightening up again. Releasing the ribbons from your grip, you reach for his hands, guiding them slowly toward your hips. His fingers tremble as they make contact with your skin, and the moment he feels you beneath his touch, a soft, reverent sigh escapes his lips. He hadn’t realised how much he enjoyed holding you until right now.

He will never take it for granted again.

“There,” you say softly, watching the way his hands explore you like he so casually always does, but this one feels more meaningful. “You can touch me anywhere.”

And he does. His hands slide over your hips, gripping you firmly but gently as if grounding himself in the reality of you. The warmth of his palms sends shivers down your spine, and his touch grows bolder with each passing second, his desperation translating into reverence and care. He makes his way to your tits, his eyes rolling back as he squeezes your breasts, flicking your nipples much like you had done to yourself earlier. 

“You feel so perfect,” he breathes, “You always do.”

You watch him, a mix of affection and desire swirling in your chest as you lean into his touch. “So do you, baby” you whisper, the words coaxing a groan from his lips as his grip tightens slightly as he realises you’re talking about the way his cock moves inside of you.

With that, you bounce on his cock with purpose. This has been fun, a lot of fun in fact, but you just want to feel him now. To just be with him and have sex. No more dom/sub, no more making him work for it.

Well…maybe there is one last thing you want to try before the night ends.

“Sit up for me, Jaeyun,” you command, and Jaeyun sits up as you instructed, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. His chest presses against yours, the heat radiating between your bodies intensifying the moment. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as his breath comes out in short, ragged gasps. He doesn’t want to push it by kissing you

You tangle your fingers in his hair for a moment, letting him savour the closeness, before reaching for the ribbon tied across his chest. His body tenses slightly as he feels you undo the sloppy knot, but he doesn’t question it - to be honest, he’s too far gone, too consumed by you to do anything but follow your lead.

“You’re fucking perfect,” you murmur, the praise making him melt as you pull the ribbon free. The soft fabric slides against his skin and his eyes flicker up to meet yours, curiosity and desire swirling in their depths.

“What are you-” he starts, but his words are cut off as you loop the ribbon around his neck, pulling it by both ends just enough to make him gasp softly, the tightness cutting off his airwaves a fraction.

His lips part in surprise, his pupils blown wide as he stares at you. He expected a lot tonight, but somehow not you choking him with the ribbon he spent forever deciding upon. “You trust me, don’t you, Jaeyun?” you ask, your voice soft but commanding, your hands wrapping the ends of the ribbon between your fingers to secure your grip.

“Yes,” he breathes without hesitation, his voice barely above a whisper. “Always.”

A satisfied smile curves your lips as you tighten the ribbon just a little more, enough to make him feel strain but not enough to hurt. His hands grip your waist instinctively, his cock twitching inside you as the new sensation sends a bolt of lust through him.

Choking kink. Check.

“Good,” you reply, rolling your hips against him, the friction drawing a low moan from his throat. “Then let me take care of you.”

He nods, his head tilting back slightly as you tug on the ribbon, guiding his movements. His hands move restlessly over your body, gripping and caressing as though he can’t get enough of you.

“You look so good like this,” you whisper, your voice dripping with approval. “So pretty, Jaeyun. All mine.”

The praise makes him groan, his hips bucking up into you as he loses himself in the moment. The combination of your control and the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies leaves him utterly at your mercy, his breaths coming in shallow, needy gasps.

With every tightening of the ribbon and every bounce or roll of your hips, the tension between you builds, the air around you electric. The room is filled with the sound of your bodies moving together, his broken moans blending with your breathy sighs. Every pull of the ribbon tightens the coil of pleasure in both of you, and every bounce of your hips pushes you closer to the edge.

Jaeyun is infatuated with the way you’re choking him, how his head is getting lighter, and how you’re tightening it more and more the closer you are to coming undone. He’s choked you before, lots of times, and you always tell him you love it. But only now is he understanding why. It feels like he’s high, having an outerbody experience while still being attuned to everything around him.

It’s fucking unreal.

“I’m close, Jaeyun,” you whine, bouncing faster but rhythm faltering as you chase your release. This is where your doting boyfriend can lend a helping hand. Despite his own hazed state, he grabs your ass and guides you manually up and down his length in a rhythm he knows you love.

It’s frantic and raw, and you can feel the coil inside begin to burn. You kiss his temple and wrap your arms around his neck, the ribbon long forgotten and only the thought of cumming on your mind. Jaeyun doesn’t mind, he’s ready to pop any second so he welcomes the blood rushing back to his head so he can get you both there.

“Let go for me, princess. You did so well,” he whispers into your chest, your heart receiving the words like a love letter. “I’m cumming too, yeah?” he asks one more bought of permission to which you grant, crying out a definite ‘yes’.

Your head falls back, a cry escaping your throat as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you breathless. Your walls pulse around him, simulating both of you in the most delicious way possible. “Fuck! Jaeyun, please cum inside me.”

The words push him over the edge. With a loud, primal moan, his body tenses beneath you, his hips jerking up as he spills inside you, the heat of his release adding an extra level of pleasure through you. The way he clings to you, the sound of your name falling from his lips, how his hands claw at your hips as if to ground him, it’s all beautiful and makes you want to cry.

For a moment, neither of you moves and the only sound in the room is your sputtered breaths and the pounding of your synced hearts. Slowly, you loosen your arms around him, the ribbon slightly tightening around him again. 

Jaeyun’s hands trail up your back, holding you close as his forehead rests against yours. His eyes flutter open, and the love and adoration in his gaze make your heart leap and stomach do cartwheels.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice hoarse but still soft enough to portray his awe. “That was so much fun.”

A giggle escapes your lips as you play with the ribbon. “You think I did okay?” 

“Perfect.” He says it so matter-of-factly that any apprehension disappears instantly. He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and kisses your nose. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

You pull him in for a kiss, exciting his cock once again, much to your happiness. “I’m glad you had fun, baby…” you trail off pulling back slightly, “How did you know I wanted to try that?”

Jaeyun blushes and contemplates whether to tell you the truth or not. But since he can’t keep anything from you, he decides to just be honest. He reaches for the diary he not-so-subtly hid under the bed. “I snooped”

“Sim Jaeyun!” You slap his chest and snatch the precious notebook from his grasp, inspecting it. “This is private!” Your ears turn bright red and your body shakes in slight shame. You know what you wrote in this, some of it innocent, some of it not so much, but every single word meant.

“Sorry! I couldn’t help it. It was from the year we met, I wanted to know what kind of impression I made.” He bites your earlobe suggestively, “Apparently it was a good one.”

You roll your eyes and flick through it, landing on the page decorated in ribbons, instantly heating up. If only you could go back to 2021 Y/N and tell her that her fantasy would become reality, even better than she imagined.

“Yknow, I’m surprised you took inspiration from this page and not the one with the swing…”

“What swing?” Jaeyun nabs the book back and skim-reads the pages he missed upon first glance, making you laugh loudly. 

This won’t be the end of your diary adventures. Not by a long shot.

You wonder if you can get him to consider Page 89…pegging.

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