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patching up spidey!jake but he just gets needy and dominant despite being in pain 🫠
anon i love ur brain!! hope u like this MDNI
A soft knock on your window snaps you from your sleepy state. It was 2 a.m., and your eyelids were already heavy, all of your thoughts hanging by a thread, almost sleeping but not quite there yet, until you hear a familiar panting on the other side of the window. Every night, Jake would come to your apartment seeking comfort. It didn't matter that you lived on the seventh floor; he would swing his way around and end up in your window. Some nights he would just have a disheveled appearance and a big smirk on his face, but there were nights where you could hear him trying to swallow down some pain before even opening your window.
You got up in seconds, almost running to help him get inside your room, your eyes immediately shooting to his chest, where his right hand was resting. There was visible blood around.
Between winces and whimpers, he finally lay down on your bed, using all of his strength to give you a soft smile.
"Sorry, did I wake you, princess?" he said, eyelashes fluttering as he made eye contact with you. You responded to him with a weak smile, unable to hide your worry.
You went to the bathroom and brought all the stuff you usually used to patch him up: some cotton, alcohol, and band-aids. You bended over slightly to take a good look at his wounds, but you got distracted immediately as his hand went to embrace your waist.
"Don't move around. I'm trying to see where you are bleeding," you mumbled, holding your breath as you got closer to his exposed skin.
"Sorry, just m'ssed you."
You brushed it off and kept cleaning and patching him up.
At some point boredom got him, and he started to leave kisses on your cheek, or any place he could reach while lying down, whining every time you would stop him with your hand, putting it on top of his lips.
"I'm almost done, Jake, just let me finish."
The second you put the last band-aid on him, his hands flew to your hips, moving you on top of him.
"You always take care of me, thank you," he said with a whispering voice, while his hands traveled up and down your waist.
"I just hate seeing you hurt."
"I know, baby, sorry," he exhaled.
His hands slowly traveled your waist, going under your clothes, getting closer to your breasts, looking at you first, like asking if that was okay.
You nodded, putting your hands on his chest to support yourself. He started kneading your breasts, small gasps leaving your and his mouths, like he was enjoying this just like you were.
He bited his bottom lip, trying to hold back his moans, but the flush on his neck betrayed him, like the heat of your body was intoxicating him.
A small whimper slipped past his lips as he separated his hands from your breasts, going up to your neck. He was touching you like you were made out of glass, so delicate.
His fingers grazed your neck, and then he held your jaw with both hands.
"You look so pretty. You always do," he sounded out of breath.
The suit did nothing to hide his body; in fact, you were extremely aware of all the reactions he had. He just kept growing bigger under you.
He slid his thumb inside your mouth, resting it on your tongue, and his eyebrows jumped, like telling you what to do.
He hissed the second your tongue moved around.
"Suck it, please."
You almost didn't catch it, but the night was so quiet and it was only you two, so you did hear it. Slowly, wrapping your tongue around, your right hand grabbing his forearm to steady yourself, closing your eyes as you started to bob your head slightly, drool already leaving on the corner of your mouth. Jake couldn’t hold it anymore, a choked moan burst from his mouth, and he felt a warm feeling expanding on his lower half. He just came on his suit.
i fear is really easy to tell that i wrote this at 4 am
Jay slammed the door as he followed you into your apartment. The two of you had gone to see a football match, and it had gone well, a lovely afternoon to spend with your boyfriend until you made a comment as the game ended.
"Damn, they played like shit today," you said, quickly getting up from your seat, ready to debrief, cause Jay thought the same, right?
"I think they did pretty well; the other team was just stronger today," he said, sliding his sunglasses on. "You're kidding. They had no idea what to do. They couldn’t even coordinate one kick!”. The bickering continued outside the stadium and followed you as Jay drove to your apartment. Now, finally at home, it had become a full-on argument.
“That’s the thing with you, Jay always trying to understand others instead of calling out their mistakes so they can grow,” you snapped, throwing your coat on the couch. Jay stopped in his tracks behind you, grabbing your coat and hanging it behind the door where it actually belonged.
"Well, who am I to crucify someone for making one mistake?" A long sigh followed his statement.
“Now you’re putting words in my mouth. Great." Your hands fell flat at your sides. "We have the right to complain; those tickets were expens- why are you looking at me like that?”. You were finally aware of the way your boyfriend was watching you. A familiar hunger flickered in his eyes; you could swear his pupils were blown wide and that he was trying his best to suppress a smirk. Now it made sense why you two had been arguing for the past thirty minutes. Jay’s weakness was your stern voice, furrowed eyebrows, and expressive hands, how you would rather die than lose an argument, spitting every word like it was the absolute truth.
"I’m listening, sweetheart." His voice was husky, almost breathy, and he couldn't hide it. You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure while struggling to remember why you were even fighting.
“Are you listening?" Your gaze traveled lower, and soon you caught a full view of his hard on
"Loud and clear." He took a few steps forward. "You’re right; sometimes I’m too understanding.”
His hands slid down your sides, his palms firm and warm through your shirt, making you forget how to breathe for a second. He leaned in, hovering over you, his eyes dark and dilated. He looked truly intoxicated, not by the argument, but by you. You could see the slight clench in his jaw, the way his blood seemed to rush every time his gaze locked with yours. In this state, you could have called him an idiot and he would have nodded, agreeing
"And pathetic, for getting a boner from this," you muttered.
author's note: i know we are on goon break cuz dada is gone but this been sitting on my drafts unfinished and im trying to cope 🦭
patching up spidey!jake but he just gets needy and dominant despite being in pain 🫠
anon i love ur brain!! hope u like this MDNI
A soft knock on your window snaps you from your sleepy state. It was 2 a.m., and your eyelids were already heavy, all of your thoughts hanging by a thread, almost sleeping but not quite there yet, until you hear a familiar panting on the other side of the window. Every night, Jake would come to your apartment seeking comfort. It didn't matter that you lived on the seventh floor; he would swing his way around and end up in your window. Some nights he would just have a disheveled appearance and a big smirk on his face, but there were nights where you could hear him trying to swallow down some pain before even opening your window.
You got up in seconds, almost running to help him get inside your room, your eyes immediately shooting to his chest, where his right hand was resting. There was visible blood around.
Between winces and whimpers, he finally lay down on your bed, using all of his strength to give you a soft smile.
"Sorry, did I wake you, princess?" he said, eyelashes fluttering as he made eye contact with you. You responded to him with a weak smile, unable to hide your worry.
You went to the bathroom and brought all the stuff you usually used to patch him up: some cotton, alcohol, and band-aids. You bended over slightly to take a good look at his wounds, but you got distracted immediately as his hand went to embrace your waist.
"Don't move around. I'm trying to see where you are bleeding," you mumbled, holding your breath as you got closer to his exposed skin.
"Sorry, just m'ssed you."
You brushed it off and kept cleaning and patching him up.
At some point boredom got him, and he started to leave kisses on your cheek, or any place he could reach while lying down, whining every time you would stop him with your hand, putting it on top of his lips.
"I'm almost done, Jake, just let me finish."
The second you put the last band-aid on him, his hands flew to your hips, moving you on top of him.
"You always take care of me, thank you," he said with a whispering voice, while his hands traveled up and down your waist.
"I just hate seeing you hurt."
"I know, baby, sorry," he exhaled.
His hands slowly traveled your waist, going under your clothes, getting closer to your breasts, looking at you first, like asking if that was okay.
You nodded, putting your hands on his chest to support yourself. He started kneading your breasts, small gasps leaving your and his mouths, like he was enjoying this just like you were.
He bited his bottom lip, trying to hold back his moans, but the flush on his neck betrayed him, like the heat of your body was intoxicating him.
A small whimper slipped past his lips as he separated his hands from your breasts, going up to your neck. He was touching you like you were made out of glass, so delicate.
His fingers grazed your neck, and then he held your jaw with both hands.
"You look so pretty. You always do," he sounded out of breath.
The suit did nothing to hide his body; in fact, you were extremely aware of all the reactions he had. He just kept growing bigger under you.
He slid his thumb inside your mouth, resting it on your tongue, and his eyebrows jumped, like telling you what to do.
He hissed the second your tongue moved around.
"Suck it, please."
You almost didn't catch it, but the night was so quiet and it was only you two, so you did hear it. Slowly, wrapping your tongue around, your right hand grabbing his forearm to steady yourself, closing your eyes as you started to bob your head slightly, drool already leaving on the corner of your mouth. Jake couldn’t hold it anymore, a choked moan burst from his mouth, and he felt a warm feeling expanding on his lower half. He just came on his suit.
i fear is really easy to tell that i wrote this at 4 am
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this is literally heeseung and ni-ki 🫠 (suggestive. mdni)
It always starts with him convincing you to play fight, encouraging you to shove him harder or hit him for real. You insist that you don’t want to hurt him, going back and forth until he finally looks at you in the eyes and says something like, "I’m strong, i can handle it!" While that’s true, the real reason is that he simply enjoys the slapping and pushing a bit too much.
Heeseung / Ni-ki, quickly tires of your weak, hesitant slaps, so he grabs your wrist, and uses your hand to sharply slap himself instead, "Do it like that" he says
Confusion is all over your face until he pulls you closer, so you can sit on his lap, and tells you to try it again, exactly as he taught you. You slap him once more, and this time your hand leaves a noticeable red mark on his cheek. Before you can even apologize, you feel his cock throb under you, and his tongue pokes his cheek
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𝐉𝐀𝐘 calls you spoiled, like it's not his fault. He's literally the one who puts everything on a gold platter for you.
Sometimes the two of you are just walking around and then, he stops, his hand holding your arm, and his gaze on the floor.
"Hey, your shoelaces," he says before kneeling in front of you and tying them up. He gently gets up again and gives you a peck on the lips, like saying, "It's done."
He would be right at the door as soon as he hears your keys, ready to take your coat off and give you a comforting hug, his way to help you decompress after work. Meanwhile, he's still in a white shirt, with the wrist and neck of it unbuttoned enough so he can move around freely.
The smell of dinner hits you as soon as you step out of the shower. You catch a big grin on his face after you come out of the room, already in your pajamas.
"Hope you're hungry, my love."
Jay never leaves your side, especially on nights where insomnia hits you hard. He would be right beside you, his left arm around you, drawing patterns on your shoulder as he whispers an old fairy tale his mom used to read him, or he would just mutter some melodies, hoping he can take some of your struggle away.
He always has a Sunday plan: a perfect breakfast spot, the perfect place to go shopping, and a good park to walk around. He just knows what you like and can't wait to show it to you.
He makes sure to subscribe to all the platforms that have the movies and series you like.
He cannot stand the thought of you struggling with something; it truly kills him inside.
"God, my neck hurts; i almost broke my back while doing my hair today"
"What do you mean?" Jay's eyes shoot at you.
"My mirror broke in half the other day, and now i have to twist my torso to look at myself properly," you said while laughing, but Jay couldn't find anything funny in that.
"Well, let's get you a new one."
"What? a new mirror?" you said, squinting your eyes at him.
"Anything you need, babe."
#💌 a/n ❞ : guess what ... its 4 am 😭😭 lmao i just had a rlly big dinner and now i can't sleep but anyways i hope you like this alot 🩷🩷 i love writing soft shi for jay he truly gets ny fluffy side. I was going to add a freaky part but wasn't sure 💔💔💔 lmk in the comments if i should do like a continuation and make it nsfw heh
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( content warning ): petnames (baby, princess), alcohol, skinship, social anxiety, kissing, no proofread, lmk if i should add something
𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆's eyes lingered on the rearview mirror, waiting for the mere shadow of you. He received your text around 4 a.m., something like "the music is not good" and "the vibes are off." Honestly, he didn't even read your message properly before jumping from his bed to grab a coat and his keys. He was yawning and had a hard time keeping his eyes open, but nothing could stop him from getting you from a place you didn't want to be anymore. When he finally saw you approaching, he quickly made his way out to the car to open the door for you, welcoming you with a soft smile on his face.
"You okay?" he asked as his hands went on top of you, helping you to adjust the seatbelt.
"Yeah, sorry, I know it's late. I don't know why, but the room was too small, and the lights were..." Your words stopped when he interlaced his fingers with yours.
"It's fine, pretty. You can always call me anytime, and I'll be there."
"Hi, baby, sorry I'm calling so late," you said as soon as he picked up.
F1 races could have an odd timing; they could be from 4 p.m. to 3 a.m., and 𝐉𝐀𝐘 was a loyal fan. He would be up like a candle no matter the hour to watch the race. That's why he was far from sleep when you called him.
"No worries, princess, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just—wait, are you awake?"
"Uh, yeah, just watching the race."
"Jay, I'm sorry but, could you please pick me up? The after-party is just—" You were cut off by the sound of his door clicking shut on the other end.
Five minutes later, your phone buzzed, his name showing up on the screen. You made your way out silently, looking around until you finally spotted Jay standing on the side of his car, also looking for you.
"Hey, baby, sorry again. I was supposed to go with one of the girls, but I just couldn’t stand being there anymore."
Jay looked at you with straight-up heart eyes, a small grin on his face as he waited for you to finish. Then he grabbed your jaw softly, tilting your head a bit so he could kiss you.
"Don't say you are sorry for this type of stuff ever again. I'm your boyfriend." He placed another small peck on your lips and opened the car door for you.
𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 thought this was just another one of your tactics to make him go out with you, so seeing your name on his phone at 3 a.m. didn’t make him the happiest. You and Jake were good friends, like a best-friends type of situation, but the one thing he didn't have in common with you was how much you liked partying. He was the type to sleep at 9 p.m. naturally, making sure he got at least 8 hours of sleep, the thought of waking up with a hangover could kill him. You, on the other hand, went out every weekend, had a couple of drinks, and spent the next day recovering.
"Jake? JAKE! Sorry, uhm, could you p-pick me up?" The music in the background made it almost impossible to hear you. "I have no idea where the guy I was supposed to leave with is." Jake rubbed his temple, almost convinced this was a nightmare.
"Ugh, wait for me outside."
20 minutes later, you see a taxi approaching you, revealing Jake's face as he rolled the window down. You sprinted to get inside the taxi, an ear-to-ear smile on your face.
"You will pay for breakfast tomorrow," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, squinting his eyes at you. You giggled and hugged his arm.
"Sure, whatever you say."
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 was your ex, and calling your ex was embarrassing, especially on a friday night. Your friend dragged you to a birthday party of somebody you barely knew. With no gift in hand, you accepted—big mistake. As soon as you got there, your anxiety went to the sky. It's been a long time since you went out and socialized, so your hands were sweating. The first hour went by, and everything was already a mess. Nobody was including you in anything, the DJ kept cutting off the songs every 30 seconds, and the zipper of your dress was making you itchy. You sneaked to the bathroom, reaching for your phone as soon as you closed the door, opening the uber app. "$40?!" A gasp escaped your mouth when you saw the price. Your apartment was not even that far. With a sigh, you opened your contacts app and, like muscle memory, pressed on Sunghoon's name.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Sorry, were you sleeping?"
"..." No answer on his side
"I- uhm, sorry to bother you, but—"
"Are you okay?" His voice was stern, but worried.
"I wanted to ask if you could pick me up." You listened to his breathing for a couple of seconds, and then he exhaled.
"Okay, send location."
You made your way out and waited for him outside. It wasn't cold, but windy enough to make you regret not bringing a jacket with you. Minutes later, you spot Sunghoon's car and walked towards him. He stretched his arm enough to open the door for you but avoided looking at your eyes.
"Thank you for coming," you say, smoothing out your dress.
"Sure," he said, eyes locked in front of him. The two of you spent a couple of seconds in silence, the sound of the car being background noise, until he spoke.
"Did you have dinner there?"
"Uh, no, didn't make it that far." A grin appeared on Sunghoon's face. He knew you were a little shy at social events; you used to cling to his arm every time the two of you used to go out.
"I see. Should we have dinner then? I can't drop you home hungry." His eyes darted from the road to you, looking for your approval.
"Sure, sounds fine." You fought back a smile.
"Okay, dinner then."
#💌 a/n ❞ : its 4 am i'm so tired but i hope u like this alot and thank u sm for the support on my other stuff, alot of my posts already reached 1k of notes wich is amazing :(((( thanks thanks
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You were just there with him this morning, rushing to get your keys and fixing the last button of your shirt, already running late to work because you agreed to his "five more minutes" of cuddling.
He gave you a goodbye kiss, inhaling your scent one last time. "Grab anything from the fridge," you said before leaving, even though your fridge only had two beers and one half-eaten pastry.
Now it has been two and a half hours since you left, and hes just laying in your bed. He tried to distract himself with something: reading the book you had on your nightstand, making your bed, washing the dishes from last night—the ones you guys used to eat dinner. But now, he just couldn't help it; your absence was tormenting him. Slow breaths didn't help to erase your face from his mind, or worse, how you were moaning his name last night. He groaned, his hand flying to his face, shame creeping up his body.
The second he closed his eyes, you invaded every single one of his thoughts, and the fact that the sheets still carried the smell of your perfume didn't help.
He looked pathetic, his cock already leaking at the thought of you. He gasped the second his hand ghosted his length. He was so hard and embarrassed, milking himself because he missed you.
Your voice, your hands, your lips, everything was just too much for him. If you were there, he would already be begging for just one touch.
He ended up cumming all over your bed with a choked moan. His lips were swollen and his eyes were teary. Would it be so bad if he visited you at work?
𝒂/𝒏 ──── : this was all inspired on thissss 🫶🏼 i couldn’t help but think of clingy bucky
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