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By this time, you were taking note of the things you would write in their shop reviews after receiving your package. You would definitely give them a one star which they deserve anyways.

Their company sucks, honestly speaking. Belift

Finally, someone answered their phone after making you wait for a whole 10 minutes.

“Good day! This is Kim Sunoo, a Regional Coordinator from Route Online Shop, how may I help you?” He greeted you with a loud and cheerful voice, an unusual energy you were not expecting when handling a customer complaint. 

This guy must be earning thousands of dollars from this terrible company to sound this happy to deal with pissed-off people, you thought bitterly.

“Hi, I would like to ask for an update for my order that I purchased three weeks ago. I’ve been waiting for almost a month, so is it possible to ask for a refund?” You were now pissed, trying your best to stay as calm as possible and not lose your temper with this cheerful person.

“Oh my god! I am sincerely apologizing for the inconvenience on behalf of the Route Team. May I know your full name and order number, miss?” He apologized, sympathizing with your situation.

You inhaled sharply, rubbing your temples as you rattled off your information. You just didn't have the energy to argue. Not now.

“Thank you for this, Miss Y/N. Please wait a moment.” He thanked you before putting you on mute for a moment.

You face-palmed as you waited for him to come back. You just wanted your package, is it too much to ask for?

A voice came on again—that Kim Sunoo annoyingly high pitched voice.

“Hi, Miss Y/N! Are you still there?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“Thank you for answering, Miss! Good news! Upon checking your order record, your order has been shipped out already. Uhm…Unfortunately, there’s a minor problem in our delivery couriers. But don’t worry, I am now coordinating with our Operations Leader Yang Jungwon to process your order quickly.” Kim Sunoo’s voice was still cheerful, full of hope and determination to convince you.

“Oh gosh—how long will it take?” You asked annoyingly.

“Please give us three to five working days to resolve the issue. We promise it will arrive at your front door within that period!” His voice was still hopeful, too devoted to his job.

“Fine. Make sure I receive my order within this week, or I am literally suing your company,”  You threatened him this time.

A dramatic, sharp gasp from Kim Sunoo echoed from the other side of the line.

“Yes, Miss Y/N. I promised I will assign the fastest and responsible person in our company to deliver your order and help you to assemble it.” You could imagine him smiling as he promised you.

“This is noted. Thanks for your service, Mr. Kim Sunoo.” You still thanked him, feeling a little bad for being mean when he was just helping you to solve your problem.

“It is absolutely no problem, Miss Y/N! Thank you so much for your patience. Again, I am so sorry for the trouble our company caused you. Have a wonderful day ahead! Once again, this is Kim Sunoo from Route Online Shop. Goodbye!”

He finally hung up after he bid his farewell.

…

Three days after you called in your complaint to one of the Route employees, Kim Sunoo, you finally received a call from him again, informing you that your order would arrive very soon. Being a grateful customer, you thanked him for his hard work and effort. You also apologized for your behavior toward him, which he quickly dismissed, understanding exactly where it was coming from.

You spent the rest of your day cleaning your room, specifically the area where you would put your newly bought vanity table. It's already 7:45 in the evening but you are still changing the curtains on your window. 

Peeking through your glass window, a white van with a huge name printed on it “Route” with a flash symbol in the end has finally arrived in front of your gate. You quickly climbed down from your chair, not wanting to waste a single second. You were so excited about your package.

But something else surprised you.

You heard the doorbell ring three times while you were on your way to the gate. Unlocking it and slowly opened the door, revealing a hot, handsome delivery guy who looked to be around your age.

“Good evening. I'm Sim Jaeyun, but you can call me Jake, a Field Operator from Route Company specializes in last-mile delivery under any condition. Are you Miss Y/N?” He asked. His voice was incredibly friendly and sweet, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth and those plump, pink lips.

So kissable. Gosh.

He was wearing a black tuxedo that fit his proportions perfectly. His clothes were well-ironed, his hair was neatly styled, and he smelled so good. This was not the usual delivery rider you encountered. He was too formal. You mistakenly thought he was the CEO of the company.

You were not informed that Route Company have a sexy employee. Thanks to Kim Sunoo for sending him. Is this how he apologizes? Well apologies accepted. :)

“Y-yes, I am. I am Y/N,” You stammered, trying to look cool so you wouldn't be distracted by this handsome delivery man.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Y/N. I apologize for delivering your package at this hour.” He sincerely apologized, and you saw a tiny pout at the end of his sentence.

“N-no, it's okay! It's worth the wait,” You said, staring at him and smiling genuinely.

Worth the wait. You meant the unexpected package, of course. The vanity you ordered. 

“Awesome! Regional Coordinator Kim and our Operations Leader Yang specifically asked me to handle your order personally to make sure it gets to you safely and quickly,” He explained.

Jake accidentally wanders his eyes over your body. You were wearing a short, satin, baby-pink lingerie dress, and you looked so fucking sexy right now. Hard nipples poked against the satin fabric, and your short dress barely covered your plump thighs. You unconsciously bit your lip as you stared at him intensely. Jake felt his pants tighten at the sight of you. He quickly came back to his senses, not wanting to come off as a pervert, and finally asked, 

“Uh… can I come inside?”

“Yes, come inside please.”

The both of you quickly looked away from each other, feeling the hot tension. Jake let out a fake cough.

He carefully brought the heavy boxes inside your house, following your directions until you both stopped in your living room.

Jake could not help but stare at your ass. It bounced against the satin fabric every time you stepped forward. He swallowed dryly, trying to clear the lump in his throat. She's your customer, Jake mentally reminded himself.

"Sunoo also mentioned that I should help you assemble it," Jake said, rubbing the back of his neck with a cute, slightly shy smile. "Do you have a spot in mind where you want to put this vanity table? I brought my own tools, so I can get to work right away!”

“Yeah. My room is upstairs. Is that okay with you? Isn't it heavy?” You asked worriedly.

“No, I'm fine, Miss Y/N. This is our way of apologizing for the inconvenience,” Jake reassured you.

Your company was already forgiven the moment you arrived at my front door. Oops.

You nodded and took the lead toward your room. Jake followed you like a lost puppy. He could not help but look in your direction again, his sinful eyes landing on your white, lacy panties. He could practically swear to himself that he saw a wet patch. Your tiny sleepwear dress rode up every time you climbed the stairs, giving Jake a perfect view of your plump ass cheeks.

But honestly, you were intentionally doing this, wanting to seduce this sexy delivery guy. You had noticed how Jake's ears turned red when he saw you at your gate, and now you could feel his burning gaze every time you climbed higher.

You were embarrassingly wet at this moment. Dripping for him.

The both of you finally arrived inside your room, and Jake immediately unpacked the boxes. He looked very focused as he took out his tools and started assembling the vanity table on your floor. Since you felt a bit awkward just standing there, you decided to go to the kitchen to get him a glass of water.

While you were pouring the water, you suddenly heard a loud thud from your bedroom, followed by a sharp gasp.

"Ah! Ouch..." Jake groaned from upstairs.

You quickly ran back into your room, accidentally spilling a bit of the water on your way. You saw Jake sitting on the floor, holding his thumb close to his chest. 

His face was twisted in pain. Beside him, a heavy wooden piece of the vanity table was lying flat on the floor.

“Oh my god Jake, what happened? Are you okay?" You asked worriedly, quickly setting the glass down on your nightstand.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Y/N," Jake said, looking up at you with his apologetic eyes. 

"The table leg slipped while I was screwing it in, and it fell right on my thumb. I'm usually much more careful than this, I promise!"

His thumb was already turning a bit red. You felt bad because he only got hurt because he was trying so hard to fix your order.

You knelt down right next to him on the floor, your knees brushing against his. The sudden closeness made the small bedroom feel much warmer.

"Stop worrying about the table. Let me see your hand," You said, your voice softening.

Jake hesitated for a second, his eyes locking onto yours before he slowly extended his hand. You took his wrist, surprised by how warm his skin felt and how large his hand was compared to yours. His heart seemed to be beating a little fast.

You gently held his hand, using your thumb to lightly stroke the skin around his bruised knuckle. He let out a low, soft sigh at your touch, his gaze dropping down to your lips before shifting back up to your eyes.

"Does it hurt badly?" You murmured, looking up at him. Because you were kneeling so close, you could smell his clean, subtle cologne.

He also smells good. 

"It... still hurts but not too much," Jake replied, his tone was deeper compared to earlier.

He didn't pull his hand away. Instead, his fingers lightly curled around yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Are you always this sweet to your delivery riders, Miss Y/N?" He asked softly, teasing you as a playful smirk formed on his lips. 

“I'm not! Just helping you, Mr. Sim. I don't want to pay if something happens to you,” you scoffed, quickly pulling your hands away from him.

“Alright, ma’am! Just sit there and be pretty. Give me 15 more minutes, and I will assure you that your vanity table is built.”

You nodded and retreated to your sofa, grabbing your phone from the nearby table. But your attention kept drifting back to the man working in your bedroom. Jake casually removed his black coat, placing it on the chair beside him. His back was facing you, giving you a perfect view of his broad shoulders and the way his muscles shifted beneath his thin long sleeves. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing veiny forearms that made your mouth water.

You were sitting across from your vanity table, and the mirror was already built-in, you could see Jake’s face from the reflection. His eyebrows furrowed, concentrating on whatever he was doing, biting his lower lip occasionally as he read the manual instructions from the brochure included in the package.

He was just assembling your vanity table like any ordinary man could do, but why was he so hot?

Your eyes were no longer on your phone, busy staring at the man in front of you. 

Jake suddenly glanced up at the mirror and caught you staring. Instead of looking away embarrassed, he held your gaze for a moment before giving you a sweet, knowing smile. Your cheeks burned with heat. Being caught watching him like some kind of creep made you want to sink into the sofa cushions.

After five more minutes, Jake finally finished building your vanity table. He called you out. 

"All done, Miss Y/N!”

“Oh my god, Jake! You’re so good at this. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably finish building this thing tomorrow. Thank you so much!” You thanked him and gave him a quick hug, taking him by surprise.

Just a friendly hug, with no hidden intentions.

You felt him stiffen, making you smirk. Jake felt your hard nipples through your thin lingerie rubbing against his chest, causing his member to twitch inside his pants. He silently prayed you wouldn't notice the large length pressing against your lower stomach.

Of course you felt it. You freaking felt how hard he was. It made your pussy throb with need. Jake was huge, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside you. You just didn’t point it out, not wanting him to feel embarrassed.

Not yet.

“U-uh, you’re welcome. I should get going now, Miss Y/N. It’s already late,” He said softly. Jake stepped back slightly—not because he wanted to stop, but because he was trying to control himself before he lost his mind and fucked you right there against your vanity table.

Before you could reply, a loud thunderstorm was heard, making you both startle. It was followed by a heavy pouring rain outside, Jake and you could practically see the heavy droplets from your window.

“Guess you should stay a little longer until the rain stops Mr. Sim,” You said, one eye brow raising, as you leaned against the newly built vanity table. You watched him closely, trying to convince to stay the night.

“I don't mind staying, Miss Y/N. Besides, I don't have a partner or a family waiting for me. Thank you for the offer to let me stay,” Jake said, casually revealing his single status. 

So, he’s single… 

“Is that so? Do you want to eat or at least rest in the meantime?” you asked him, trying your best to hide your smile from the information you just heard.

“Nahh. I'm good, Miss Y/N.” Jake declined your offer, smiling back at you.

“Just call me Y/N. Feel free to drop the honorifics.” You said, reassuring him with a warm smile.

Jake nodded.

"M-miss... I mean Y/N, may I use your bathroom for a moment?" he stammered, his voice thick with tension.

“Yeahh, sure. Go on.” 

While waiting for Jake to come back, you peek through your glass window again to watch the rain. The rain was pouring heavily non-stop, the thunderstorm was louder this time and then a sudden lightning roared outside making the power outage shut down. Making you jump out from the sudden darkness.

Jake rushed out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately finding you in the dark. You grabbed your phone to use as a flashlight, but the battery was at 2%. Frustrated, you threw it on the bed.

"Is everything alright? Do you have candles or a flashlight?" Jake asked, drying his hands on his pants.

"No. I don't have one. I just moved in last week, haven't shopped for my house necessities," you breathed heavily, resting your hands at the side of your hips.

"I forgot my phone in the van. Would you like me to get it?" he asked, rubbing his neck nervously.

Why did he even leave it in the first place? Jake mentally scolded himself.

“Thanks for your kindness, but you don't have to go outside. The rain is pouring heavily, I don't want you to get wet…”

The two of you talk about your lives while sitting on the edge of the bed, distracting yourselves from the heavy rain and the darkness of the room. Jake is a humorous guy. He flirts with you from time to time, making you want him even more. Between the smooth conversation, the thick tension in the room, and the lack of electricity, the air begins to feel incredibly hot.

"Uh, Y/N, is it okay with you if I take my long sleeves off? It's really hot. I'm so sorry," Jake asked politely.

"I don't mind it. I really agree with you, it's really hot," You replied, fanning yourself with your hand.

Jake’s fingers moved to the buttons of his white uniform shirt. He undid them slowly, one by one. You found yourself watching him. Realizing you were staring too long, you quickly looked away, not wanting to show how desperate you were feeling.

When you faced him again, your breath hitched. Even in the darkness, you could see how sexy he is. His chest was chiseled, the lines of his abs prominent and glistening with sweat. His pinkish nipples stood out against his honey skin, and his biceps, it's on the leaner side but defined. 

He could be a statue in a museum.

Jake caught you looking. You let out a fake cough, trying to play it cool, and glanced away at the wall.

"May I kiss you?" he asked softly, his impulsive thoughts won.

You didn't reply back, instead, you turned to him, grabbed his cheeks, and crashed your lips against his. You kissed him harshly. Jake returned the rhythm instantly, his lips warm and demanding. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you forward until you were straddling his lap.

You grind yourself against him, feeling the hard his cock underneath your soaked panties. 

"Ohh—" you gasped into his mouth.

Jake smirked against your lips, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, exploring the wet heat of your mouth. His right hand traveled up your torso, cupping one of your breasts through the thin satin of your lingerie. He massaged it gently, his thumb circling your sensitive nipple.

You wanted more. You needed more.

"J-jake, fuck me please," You whimpered, breaking the kiss to breathe.

"My pleasure, ma'am," He murmured.

In one smooth motion, he lifted you off his lap and laid you back against the mattress. You looked up at him, standing at the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with hunger. He unbuckled his belt followed by unzipping his pants, and let them drop to the floor. He stood there in just his boxers, the outline of his erection straining against the cotton. He was big, bigger than you had expected, and he wasn't even fully naked yet.

"Do you want this inside you?" He teased, his hand rubbing his hard length through the fabric.

"Yes, please, please—" You whimpered, your legs falling open wide.Your hand slipped down into your panties, your fingers finding your clit and rubbing it desperately as Jake watched.

"No touching, baby, unless I say so," He warned you. He crawled onto the bed, stopping right between your thighs.

You yanked your hand away instantly. Bringing your fingers into your mouth to taste your own juices.

“Nasty, are we?” He said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. You could feel his hot breath over your exposed entrance.

"I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you," He smirked. "You're doing that on purpose, don't you? Showing your ass for me?"

You didn't even bother to reply. Jake dove in, his tongue flattening against your soaking pussy. He licked a long, slow stripe before dipping inside, fucking you with his tongue in slow and teasing thrusts.

It wasn't enough. It was nowhere near enough.

"Jake—no teasing," You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair to shove him closer.

He chuckled, just as you were about to scream, he knelt up, moving until his clothed cock was an inch from your face. Hovering your torso. You saw his cock twitch beneath the fabric.

"Go, unwrap your package now, baby," He chuckled at your desperation.

Your hands cupped his bulge, massaging the heavy weight of him. You tugged the boxers down slowly, and his hard dick sprang free, slapping against your cheek. Your pussy clenched hard at the sight. He had a pretty cock—long, girthy, with a fat, pink head that was already leaking pre-cum.

You're so lucky.

"Fuck, Jake, you're so big," You whispered, staring at him.

"Yeah? Like it?" Jake raised an eyebrow, a smug smile playing on his lips. He grabbed his shaft and tapped the head gently against your soft lips. "Then take it."

You didn't need to be told twice. You wrapped a hand around the base, stroking him tightly, and leaned forward to suck the head into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive slit, tasting the salty pre-cum.

"Shit… baby, you're so good," Jake hissed, biting his lip. He bucked his hips slightly, trying to shove himself deeper into your throat.

The angle was so hot, you were lying underneath him, gagging slightly as he filled your mouth, glossy eyes staring at him. You could tell he was close to losing control.

"S-stop," He groaned, pulling away and climbing off you to settle back between your legs.

"I don't have a condom with me, baby," he said, hovering over you and pressing kisses to your neck.

"I want it raw, Jake. Inside me," you cupped his cheeks, kissing the tip of his nose. "I need to feel your big cock” you shamelessly added.

"Fuck," he cursed.

He didn't wait. He lined his fat tip up with your dripping cunt and pushed in, stretching you open inch by inch.

"Ahh—J-jake!" You cried out as he finally entered you. You were so full. He was the biggest dick you'd ever had, the sensation a mix of pleasure and a burning stretch that felt incredible.

"Is it too much? You gotta tell me. Use your words, baby," He whispered, his hands massaging your breasts through the lingerie.

"I love it so much—Nghh," You moaned.

He smiled, hips snapping forward to fuck you harder. The bed creaked, the sound mixing with the slap of skin on skin and the storm raging outside. Both of you were slick with sweat.

"Ahh—Hmpp!" You clenched hard around him, feeling the vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive nerves.

"J-jake—Nghh! I'm gonna cum…" You moaned, the pressure building low in your belly.

"Not yet, baby."

He pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. You shot him with a middle finger.

“What the fuck, Jake?”

He just laughed sexily, running his finger through his soft hair. 

Jake lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as he kissed you deeply.

He carried you across the room to your newly bought vanity table. He set you down gently on the cool wooden surface.

"Ready?" he asked.

You were tired of his games. Instead of answering, you hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him forward, inserting his cock on yourself. The stretch was delicious, filling you completely. Jake groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he let you adjust.

"Fuck, you're tight," He breathed.

He started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting you feel every inch of him. But his control snapped quickly. Soon, he was pounding into you, circling his hips just enough to tease your clit with every stroke. The vanity table creaked with his fast movements.

"Jake, yes, just like that…" You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He shifted angles, hitting that perfect spot inside you that made your vision blur. "Cum for me, Y/N," He commanded, his voice rough. "Let me feel you, mhm?”

Your orgasm crashed into you violently. Your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as you screamed his name. You felt yourself creaming around him, your arousal coating his dick. Jake followed you over the edge with a loud groan, his hot cum flooding your insides. He filled you up until it dripped out of your swollen hole and onto the vanity table beneath you. You love it so much.

Jake collapsed against you, both of you breathing heavily, you could hear your heartbeat together.

After a moment, he pulled out, helping you down from the table. You thought it was over, but the dark look in his eyes told you otherwise.

"Turn around for me, pretty," he said, slapping your ass.

"But—"

"No more talking."

You obeyed, bending over the vanity table and showing your plump ass to him. Jake ran his hands over your curves, squeezing your cheeks before spreading them apart. He ground his semi-hard cock against your ass cheek, making you clench from the feeling.

"So perfect for me," he whispered against your nape before lining up and entering you from behind.

This position allowed him to go deeper than ever. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust. You looked into the mirror, watching the sight of Sim Jaeyun taking you from behind. His face was contorted in pleasure, his mouth parted as he watched his dick disappearing inside your puffy pussy. His abs glistened with sweat in the dim light. 

He looked like a goddess.

Jake's hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. It helps you to reach your second orgasm. He reached around to rub your clit, making sure his fingers matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Cum with me," He growled, his pace becoming erratic. "Please, baby?"

Your second orgasm hit you, your legs trembling from the overstimulation. Your walls clamped down on him, triggering his release. Jake moaned, burying himself deep as he filled you again with his hot seed.

"Ohhh, shit—Nghh!" Jake whimpered, resting his head against your back, his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You both stared at your fucked-out reflections in the mirror. He finally slipped his softening cock out of you, a trickle of cum following, dripping on the carpet.

"You good?" Jake asked, planting small kisses on your shoulder blade, his teeth grazing the skin gently. Which you didn't mind.

"Yeah, it was amazing," You replied, smiling at him through the mirror.

"Let's shower now?" You suggested. You spun around to face him, still caged in his arms. You traced your fingers down his toned abs, teasing him. "I'll go in first, just follow me if you want."

"Sure. We're gross now," Jake said, making both of you laugh.

Before you could move, the lights flickered. The power was back.

"Look who's back?!" Jake cheered, booping your nose and making you giggle.

You slipped out of his embrace and headed for the bathroom.

Jake stared at your retreating figure, his eyes darkening. He was hungry for something else now.

He glanced toward the window. The rain had finally stopped. Suddenly, a dead bat thudded against the glass, leaving a sickening trail of dark blood oozing down the pane.

He wasn't startled. Instead, a slow smirk spread across his face. As the sound of the rushing shower filled the room, he quietly followed you inside the bathroom.

Down on the street, inside the Route delivery van, a notification flashed onto Jake's phone screen:

From: Park Jongseong

Where the hell are you, Sim Jaeyun? You weren't the one assigned to deliver that package. You’re insane. Just make sure you bring a good one back tonight—keep it warm. Don’t forget to clean up the mess you made.

and leave some for us…

taglist: @hoonguin @jakeycakeys @simjaeyunlvrclub @ni-kiluvzxo @livonianmaia @kristynaaah

you were prepared for the sulking, the random overthinking sessions, all that. what you weren’t prepared for was your boyfriend fucking you like he hates you.

jake’s always been the softdom type—sweet praise, the one in "control". he still gives you the praise, but his thrusts don’t match the words at allllll.

“f-fuck, jake!” you push at his arm as the fast, hard pace gets overwhelming.

he gently pulls your hand off and laces his fingers with yours instead. “i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice shaky. “just one more round, kay?”

you both know it’s a lie. he said the exact same thing like three rounds ago.

“i was right at the finish line,” he mutters under his breath, hips snapping even faster somehow. “right, baby?” he lifts your chin so you meet his eyes.

“yes!” you moan. he rewards you with a soft kiss.

you keep clenching around him so tight he tilts his head back with a shaky “s-shit, baby.”

he’s a muttering mess now, getting closer. “i—fuck—i shoulda won, huh? you agree, princess? it’s so fuckin’ stupid.”

his pace turns brutal, something in him fully flipped. he releases your hand, grips your hips hard, “turn around, baby.”

you’re too fucked out to move, so he flips you onto your stomach himself.

“jake!” the new angle hits even better somehow. “i said turn around.”

his hand presses your lower back, forcing a deeper arch. “if only i was a little—thrust—fucking—faster,” he groans, each word punctuated by a hard snap that jolts you forward.

tears well up from the overwhelming pleasure. normally jake would kiss them away, but tonight he just smiles. “you crying? i make you feel that fucking good?”

you try to answer but only moan, squirming under him. “jakejakejake—ah fuck!”

“you gonna cum?” he asks, you nod frantically. “c’mon then,” he says between erratic thrusts.

you both cum hard—him shaking on top of you, you squirting all over his stomach and the sheets.

“mmm fuck,” he breathes, low and rough, staring at the mess while still buried inside you. he finally pulls out, slides down, and licks you clean, making eye contact the whole time like always. he finishes with a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.

when he crawls up for a kiss on your lips, you dodge it.

“jake, what the fuck.”

“what?” jake says almost pouting that you dodged his kiss.

“you were kind of rough,” you say, already feeling the soreness settle in.

guilt flashes across his face instantly. “shit, i’m sorry baby.” he pulls you into his arms. “i was just so frustrated about the race.”

you laugh softly. he looks at you, confused. “what?”

“i never said i complained about you being rough.”

“oh…” he rubs slow circles on your shoulder, relaxing a little. “i’m still sorry, baby.” after a beat he adds, “let’s take a bath, okay?”

“okay.” you smile and nod, earning a real smile back from him.

after the bath, you’re both in bed sharing ice cream he door-dashed because he felt terrible (and because it cheered him up too). you notice the disappointment still lingering.

“you know, jake, you did really well at the race.”

“yeah, right.”

“i’m serious!” you swat his arm. “you made it this far. so what if you didn’t win this one? you’ve won so many.”

he stays quiet, scooping more ice cream, so you keep going.

“jake, please don’t let it bother you, or i’ll start pouting and sulking all day just like you do.”

he laughs, lets out a deep sigh, and finally gives you another genuine smile. “alright.”

you lean in for a hug but wince when a sharp ache hits your hip. lifting your shirt reveals dark bruises blooming on your skin.

“did i do that?” jake looks genuinely shocked.

“take a guess.”

“holy shit, i’m so sorry baby.” he’s immediately on you, gently inspecting them. “i’ll get ice.”

“jake, it’s fine!” you call as he scrambles up anyway.

you let him go, smiling to yourself. you’ll let him fuss and baby you all night if it means the race stops weighing on him.

(best girlfriend award goes to you 🙂‍↕️)

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They had known each other since childhood, childhood sweethearts who had the opportunity to marry and let no one else enter their lives. Everyone at the palace, whether their respective families or the servants, all knew they would end up together.

The young woman was lying on the bed, a book in hand, enjoying the fresh breeze, a rare thing in the summer that was approaching. Y/N looked up when Jake entered the room, accompanied by a metallic clinking.

Usually, he was rather quiet in his movements and loud in his words when he came to greet her with many sweet words. Putting aside her book, the young woman followed his movements through the room, the armor he was still wearing from his training caught the sun's rays.

"Baby, you wouldn't have seen my belt, would you? I can't find it to hang my katanas."

"No," she breathed without taking her eyes off him.

Jake spun around, hands on his hips, wondering where he could have left his belt. No matter how much he talked, his wife wasn't listening, dropping her book to get up from the bed and approach him.

"Are you planning to go back to training?" Y/N asked, pressing against his back, her arms around his waist as he rummaged through the desk drawers.

"I don't plan to go back if I have to hold my katanas and their sheaths with only my two hands. I'm not an octopus, unfortunately."

She placed a kiss on the bare skin of his neck, and Jake finally stopped his search, turning his head in her direction to see her lip caught between her teeth. He turned around completely to face her, his hands finding her hips to press her body against his.

"Baby?"

"Are you tired, or do you still have some energy left for your wife?"

Jake chuckled, finally understanding what she wanted, and tilted his head toward her until his lips brushed against hers, his warm breath washing over her mouth. "Oh, I could even be at death's door, and I'd still have energy for you, sweet thing. Just let me change and…"

Y/N stopped him as he tried to move around her, sliding her fingers into the waistband of his pants to pull him toward her, eliciting a growl from the back of the prince's throat. "You're playing a dangerous game, baby."

"Maybe. But you like it."

He chuckled, pulling her against him and kissing her gently, his hands framing her face. Jake sat on his desk chair, and Y/N settled on his lap, lifting her robe that was in the way. Even though it was hot and she had only put on a thin dress to avoid suffocating.

And even if Jake's armor had quite an effect on her, his chainmail over his shirt prevented her from feeling his warmth, but after a few seconds, she managed to clear a large part of his thighs, the only remaining obstacle being his pants.

Y/N kissed him, the blush of her skin intensified as he held her against him, letting out murmurs and grunts every time her hips moved forward. He shifted her slightly so she could settle on his thigh and lifted it against her intimacy, drawing a moan from her.

Her fingers eagerly undid the ties of his armor, needing to feel him more than anything beneath her. Jake understood what she was trying to do and helped her, letting his armor fall to the ground and his shirt quickly following the same movement so his wife's hands could explore his chest.

Jake had just come from training, so he was still slightly sweaty, not having been able to bathe, but Y/N didn't care, appreciating even more seeing a few strands of hair stuck to his temples and his dilated pupils when he looked at her.

His hand slid under her dress, finding her warm wetness and dragging his fingers against her, making her moan louder. "Baby, let me make you feel good."

Y/N leaned down to kiss his shoulder, moving up toward his neck, while his fingers continued their exploration and his free hand moved to her back to undo the laces of her dress.

Jake couldn't waste another second and slid his hands under her thighs to lift her and stand, leading them to the bed where he laid the young woman down. He pulled on the hem of her dress to bare her, then tossed his pants onto the pile of clothes.

He came to tower over her with his body, burying his face in the hollow of her chest, kissing and sucking her skin with a devouring passion. His calloused hands held her back as he devoured her breast, Y/N rubbed her pelvis against his in search of more friction.

"Jake," she moaned, "I want you."

He removed their underwear, then spread her legs and brought them around his waist, slipping between her thighs. Y/N grabbed his neck to pull his head down and took possession of his lips in a passionate kiss.

She threw her head back as he entered her, leaving small pink crescents on his shoulders from her nails. Jake drew her face toward his and kissed her fiercely, his tongue slipping between her lips to join a fiery kiss to his movements.

Y/N arched against his body, always trying to close the distance between them. Jake was a moaning mess above her, and one of his hands went up to grip the pillow near her head, sinking deeper into her, drawing a cry of pleasure from her.

"Jake, ngh, fuck baby!" It was a wonder whether they were disturbing the rest of the palace's occupants on that floor, but they didn't care at that moment.

Y/N slid one hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks while the other roamed his back, leaving scratch marks. The young woman was the first to reach ecstasy, Jake following shortly after, feeling her intimacy contract around him.

He collapsed beside her on the mattress, pulling her into his arms as they caught their breath. Her book was definitely forgotten on the floor, and Jake had missed half of his training.

"Heeseung is going to yell at me for missing training," he breathed, then placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Worth it." Y/N smiled, snuggling deeper into his arms.

Masterlist

The main course arrived, plates arranged with precision, yet Jake's attention had already begun to slip. His hand found your thigh beneath the tablecloth, fingers pressing with increasing insistence as the conversation continued around you. He leaned in close, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "Come with me."

He stood without drawing attention, offering a polite excuse to the group before guiding you away from the table. His grip on your wrist remained steady as he led you along the narrow corridor and into the small guest bathroom tucked away from the main areas.

The door shut behind you both with a soft click, sealing the two of you inside the cramped space barely large enough for one person to turn around comfortably.

Jake turned you to face the small mirror above the sink. His chest pressed against your back as one hand rose to cover your mouth completely, palm warm and firm.

"Stay quiet," he murmured against your ear. His other hand moved to the zipper of your dress, drawing it down slowly until the fabric slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet.

He worked methodically, removing your bra next and then your panties, leaving you bare in the confined space. His fingers traced over your exposed skin in slow, reassuring strokes. "Breathe through your nose. I've got you."

He freed his cock, already hard and heavy, and positioned you so that you bent forward over the tiny sink. The angle brought your bodies close, forcing him to work within the limited room. He nudged your thighs apart with his knee and pushed inside you in one deliberate, unhurried thrust.

Your muffled sound vibrated against his palm as he filled you completely. "Shhh, good girl," he whispered, his hips beginning a measured rock. "Take it. Nice and easy."

Each movement stayed controlled despite the urgency building in him. His free hand rested on your hip, stroking in steady circles while he ground deeper with each pass. The bathroom walls left little room for anything beyond this close, grinding rhythm, yet he maintained the pace with care. "You're doing so well. So tight around me. Just like that."

His hand stayed locked over your mouth, catching every sound you made as he worked himself in and out. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his touch never lost its gentleness even as his need drove him forward.

Minutes passed in the small space, the only sounds the soft wet slide of his cock and the faint creak of the sink under your weight. He adjusted his stance slightly, angling deeper without increasing speed, letting the confined quarters dictate the slow, steady friction.

"Almost there," he breathed, voice tight with restraint. His fingers tightened on your hip in reassurance as he continued the careful thrusts, drawing out the moment until his own release built to its peak.

Jake came with a low, controlled groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he held you steady against the sink. He stayed pressed close for several long seconds, letting the aftershocks pass while his hand remained over your mouth.

When he finally pulled out, he reached for a towel and cleaned you with gentle, thorough strokes, wiping away the evidence of what had just happened. "There we go. All taken care of."

He helped you step back into your dress, fastening the zipper and smoothing the fabric over your body. Your hair stayed slightly mussed and your cheeks flushed, but he adjusted what he could before opening the door.

The two of you returned to the dining deck without drawing extra notice. Jake's employees glanced up briefly but quickly returned to their conversations, the weight of his authority keeping any questions unspoken. He pulled out your chair once more, his hand resting possessively on your lower back as you sat.

The meal continued around you, the secret of the cramped bathroom encounter remaining between the two of you alone.

The dinner continued, but the atmosphere had shifted for you. While the conversation around the table flowed with the usual corporate polish, you felt the lingering heat of Jake inside you and the ghost of his palm against your lips.

Every time you shifted in your seat, the friction of your dress against your sensitive skin reminded you of exactly what had happened only minutes prior.

Jake was the picture of composure- he engaged with his lead designer, gesturing with a wine glass as he discussed the autumn palette, but his hand never left your lower back. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against your spine, a possessive claim that signaled to you—and only you—that you were still under his complete control.

As the dessert course was served, Jake leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours. "You're shaking, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent a shiver straight to your core. "Are you still feeling the effects of our little break?"

You tried to offer a small nod, but your breath hitched. The risk of being discovered, combined with the lingering intensity of his dominance, had left you in a state of floating vulnerability. He noticed the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, and a small, knowing smirk played on his lips. He didn't move his hand; instead, he slid it slightly lower, his fingers grazing the top of your buttocks beneath the fabric of your dress.

"I think we've spent enough time on business for one evening," Jake announced to the table, his voice regaining that commanding, CEO tone that brooked no argument. "Thank you all for your hard work. Please, enjoy the remaining refreshments and the view. My assistant will coordinate your transport back to the docks in the morning."

The employees rose, offering their gratitude and compliments on the evening. As the group dispersed toward the lounge area of the yacht, Jake didn't let you move. He stood, his hand gripping your waist firmly, pulling you flush against his side. He waited until the deck was clear of any prying eyes before he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.

"The bathroom was a necessity, but now," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "I want you properly. No rushing, no hiding, and no more muffling your screams."

He led you away from the main deck, guiding you through the opulent corridors of the yacht toward the master suite. The walk felt agonizingly slow, the anticipation building with every step. When he opened the heavy mahogany doors to his bedroom, the room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of recessed lighting, the massive bed centered in the room with silk sheets that looked invitingly cool.

The moment the door clicked shut, the "gentle" facade of the dinner party vanished, replaced by a raw, hungry intensity. Jake didn't waste time. He spun you around, pinning you against the closed door. His hands moved to your throat—not to choke, but to hold you steady, his thumb pressing into the soft dip of your neck.

"Look at me," he commanded.You looked up into his eyes, seeing the predatory hunger there. He didn't wait for a response before his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss deep and demanding, tasting of expensive wine and desperation. His hand slid down from your neck, ripping the zipper of your dress down once more with a sharp, decisive tug. The fabric fell away, leaving you exposed in the dim light of the suite.

He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over your body, lingering on your flushed chest and the way your legs trembled. "You were such a good girl in that bathroom," he praised, his voice thick. "So quiet. So obedient. Now, I want to see exactly how much you missed me while we were pretending to be professional."

He gripped your hips and hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried you the short distance to the bed, dropping you onto the silk sheets with a soft thud. He stripped out of his suit with efficient movements, tossing his jacket and shirt aside until he stood over you, hard and imposing.

He crawled over you, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress. He didn't go for your center immediately; instead, he began to map your body with his tongue, licking a path from your collarbone down to your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples until they were peaking hard. You arched your back, a loud moan escaping you—a sound you had been forced to swallow earlier.

"That's it," he groaned against your skin. "Let me hear you. No one is listening now."He moved lower, his fingers parting your folds, finding you already soaking wet from the anticipation. He slid two fingers inside you, mimicking the rhythm he'd used in the bathroom, but this time it was faster, more aggressive. He watched your face, savoring the way your eyes rolled back and your breath came in jagged gasps.

When he finally positioned himself, he didn't slide in slowly this time. He gripped your thighs, pinning them back toward your shoulders, and drove into you with one powerful, deep thrust that filled you to the brink. You cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your fingers clawing at the silk sheets.

Jake groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and synchronized with yours. He began to move, his pace relentless and demanding, driving into you with a force that made the entire bed shift. Every thrust was a claim, a reminder that while he was the CEO to the world, here, in the privacy of his suite, he was your absolute master.

"You're mine," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Every inch of you... mine."

He continued to hammer into you, the friction building into an unbearable heat. He reached down, his thumb finding your clitoris and rubbing in a tight, fast circle as he continued to fuck you deep. The double stimulation was too much; you shattered first, your internal muscles clamping tight around him in a series of violent spasms.

The feeling of your orgasm triggered his own. Jake let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, deep lunges, emptying himself inside you with a force that left you both breathless and spent.

He collapsed on top of you, his heart drumming against your chest. For a long time, neither of you spoke, the only sound the distant lap of the ocean against the hull of the yacht. Eventually, he shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked firmly against his chest, his arm draped possessively over your waist.

• he can’t help but spit in your mouth every single time before he kisses you. he’ll hold your jaw open, let a thick string slowly drop onto your tongue, and then kiss you so messily that it spreads everywhere down your chin, on your cheeks, everywhere. he’s so messy!

• when he’s fucking you, he loves to spit directly onto your clit while he’s inside you. he’ll pull out, spit on his cock, slap it on your pussy a few times, then slam back in while groaning about how sloppy and wet you are.

• face sitting and spit is lethal with him. he’ll pull you down on his face and literally drink from you, slobbering on your pussy repeatedly to make it even wetter before sucking your clit like a man possessed

• during oral he gets messy as hell. he’ll fully make out with your pussy for what feels like hours “look how sloppy your little cunt is for me. so fucking wet and desperate.”

• he makes you spit on his cock while you jerk him off. oo he loves that. then he spits on it too so it’s a complete mess before he fucks your tits or your throat

• face fucking is one of his favourites. he’ll shove his fat cock down your throat until you’re gagging and drooling everywhere, then pull out and slap it on your face while praising how pretty you look <3

• after he cums deep in your pussy, he’ll pull out, spread you open, and spit directly into your hole before pushing it back in with his cock

• he loves when his spit drips down his cock to where you both connect <3

• he gets extremely vocal about it:

“open your mouth, baby.”

“gonna devour this pussy until it’s dripping down your ass.”

• he once made you keep his spit in your mouth for a full minute while he fingered you, only letting you swallow after you came

• jake is genuinely one of the nastiest members when it comes to fluids. that mouthhhhh bro it wants everything wet, sloppy, and filthy and he wants you dripping from him in every way >.<

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—berry 🍓

• “There’s no more room on the couch, c’mere,” he says with that sweet smile, even when there’s clearly space. He pats his thigh and locks eyes with you until you sit.

• Once you’re there, his arms wrap around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He rests his chin on your shoulder and continues whatever he was doing, but you can feel him getting hard underneath you <3

• He gets bolder over time. His hands start sliding under your shirt to rub your stomach softly <3. Sometimes he “accidentally” shifts his hips so his hard cock presses right against your ass cheeks

• “You’re so comfy, baby,” he whispers in your ear one night while you’re watching a movie. His voice is lower than usual. “So soft and warm.”

• The tension finally breaks during one of your usual sleepovers. You’re sitting on his lap in his bed, watching TikToks, when he suddenly grips your hips and pulls you down harder against him. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants.

“Jake…” you breathe.

• He buries his face in your neck. “Yeah sweetie?” he asks softly. He starts grinding up slowly, hands guiding your hips. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me every single time you sit here like my good girl.” 🤍

• From then on, “sitting on Jake’s lap” takes on a new meaning.

• He loves when you face him, straddling his lap while he kisses you deeply. He loves when you face away so he can grind his cock against your ass while playing with your tits. He especially loves when you’re wearing his hoodie and nothing else

• Jake your needy, touchy best friend who never lets you sit on your own couch <3

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— berry 🍓

He’s standing tall, looking down at you with that cocky little smirk, one hand gripping the base of his hard cock. He taps it against your tongue - heavy, wet slaps that make the most obscene sound.

“Open wider, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. He slaps his weighty cock on your tongue again, harder this time, watching the way your tongue sticks out eagerly for him. “Look at you… already drooling for it. Such a greedy girl.”

He rubs the leaking tip across your lips, teasing himself on your face. “You want it so bad, don’t you? Been staring at my dick like you’re starving. Beg for it, princess. Tell me how badly you want to choke on it.”

When you finally break and start begging, his eyes darken with satisfaction.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, voice dripping with sweetness even as he’s being filthy. “Look at you being so honest for me. You’re doing such a good job, baby.”

He finally feeds you his cock - slow at first, letting you savor the weight on your tongue. But he doesn’t stay gentle for long. He starts fucking your mouth while still praising you:

“Fuck… your mouth feels so good. You’re taking me so well, baby. Such a perfect little cocksucker for me.”

Every time you gag or drool, he moans louder and praises you more. “Look at all that spit… you’re making such a mess for me. I love when you get sloppy like this.”

He keeps one hand in your hair, guiding you, while the other occasionally slaps his wet cock on your tongue again just to watch you chase it.

When he’s close, he pulls out and taps the head on your tongue rapidly. “Ohhh god, gonna cum on this pretty tongue, okay? Keep it out for me, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He cums with a deep groan, painting your tongue and lips while whispering endless praise: “Good girl… such a good fucking girl for me… swallow everything, cutie.”

Afterwards he pulls you up, kisses you messy and deep, tasting himself on your tongue, and whispers, “You’re always so perfect for me.”

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your back arched impossibly off the bed as you turned your head to the side and let your mouth fall open in a silent “o” shape. jake kept rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit relentlessly. 

almost immediately after coming down from your high you whined "that's not fair jakey- i told you i wanted to come around your fingers"

you could already feel the tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your hand pushed into his chest.

it wasn't fair.

"so fuckin' ungrateful huh?" he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. you squirmed.

"maybe if you had held off your orgasm like I told you to..." he looked down at where your body was now pathetically arching.

"stay fuckin still" he slammed your hips down.

"babyyy" you whined again as your legs kicked behind him, where they were wrapped around his waist.

"'s not fair."

"y/n, baby, just quiet down. hm? d' you wanna feel good?" he tipped your chin up so you looked at him.

you nodded.

"just be good for me then. can you do that? he tapped his finger on your chin and forced two of them into your mouth

you sucked.

" there. like that "

he pulled them out and brought them down where he nudged them at your entrance.

" you're a fuckin slut. " he pushed them inside and you gasped.

"is this what you wanted?"

"fuck jakey" you moaned breathlessly.

"you gotta be quiet y/n-"

he pulls them out and continues gently massaging your clit.

you arch into his touch and moan, already feeling that knot start to form in your stomach. It’s not your fault when he looks this good above you, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

jake already realizes this by how you're arching into him.

"gonna hold off f' me okay?" he watches you nod absentmindedly as his fingers rub against your clit.

unfortunately, it's game over when he gathers the wetness leaking out of your hole and resumes stubbornly rubbing your clit.

"fuck" the friction is too much and before you can stop yourself your hips grind back against his fingers and you're coming.

his brows furrow in disappointment but he doesn't stop touching you until you're panting and pushing him away.

you immediately whine and cover your face with your hands, half embarrassed, half disappointed.

he guides them away and presses a kiss to your forehead

"so fuckin' dumb for me. hm?" he searches your gaze and you look away, embarrassed.

you had one job.

"it's not my fault" you pout slightly

he tilts your head back towards him.

"oh is it mine?" 

you don’t reply and he can tell you're beating yourself up enough, you don't need another punishment.

he lies down and guides you onto his chest, where you settle with a pout.

"'s okay baby. you'll get better at that" his fingers scratch gently at your scalp, making you feel sleepy.

"we'll just do a ton of practice mkay?" he murmurs as he presses a kiss onto your head.

"don't get sulky on me."

"wanted to come around your fingers" you explain, still sporting that subtle pout that tells him you're not over it.

"i know baby but you gotta learn to hold off f' me"

he sighs as he holds you tighter.

"besides… you look really fucking hot when you come like that. all needy and whining like im not giving you enough. you're so cute" his hand comes to rest on your hip and only then do your eyes dart down and notice his massive boner.

Jake ditched the blazer hours ago. His white uniform shirt had the top three buttons undone, the collar loose, his necktie hanging like an afterthought. The sleeves were rolled to his forearms, and every time he reached for a piece, the muscles shifted beneath his honey skin. Veins traced along the backs of his hands, prominent against pink knuckles. His fingers were long, bony, nails trimmed neatly as always. When Jake moved a knight forward, his jaw clenched—a sharp angle that flexed as he realized he'd walked into your trap.

He ran his fingers through his hair again, the dark strands falling messy and soft across his forehead. A bead of sweat gathered at his temple despite the cool air from the air conditioner.

"Your move," he said, voice low and distracted.

Winning wasn't your goal anymore. The ache between your legs had been building since he'd unbuttoned that shirt. Your panties were soaked through—you could feel the wet fabric clinging to you with every small shift of your hips. You wanted to ruin him.

You wanted him to ruin you. Now.

You stood. Jake's eyes followed you, confused, his hand still resting on his rook. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped your hands beneath your skirt, hooked your fingers into the waistband of your black panties, and tugged them down. The fabric peeled away from your wet center with a soft, obscene sound. You balled them up and tossed them directly at his face.

Jake caught them on reflex, one hand snapping up. The soaked fabric dangled from his fingers. His eyes went wide, cheeks flushing pink.

"W-what are you doing?" His voice cracked. Another bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"Isn't it obvious?" You planted your foot on the edge of the chessboard and kicked. Pieces scattered, clattering against each other, the carpet muffling the sound. "I'm going to fuck you. So unzip your pants now before I ruin them."

"But my brother could come anytime soon—"

You dropped to your knees and crawled across the cushion toward him. Jake's words died in his throat as you pressed your lips to his. Soft. Plump. Tasting strawberry ice cream you ate earlier. You bit his lower lip—thick and warm between your teeth—and he whimpered.

The sound went straight through you. High, breathy, desperate. You wanted to hear it again and again.

"Then let's be quick," you murmured against his mouth.

You reached for his belt, yanking the buckle open, pulling the leather free. His khaki jeans came next—tugging the button, dragging the zipper down, shoving the fabric past his hips. He lifted himself enough for you to pull them off, and they landed somewhere on the soft carpet behind you. Your patience is gone. Your wet cunt throbbed with the need for your boyfriend inside you.

Jake shifted backward, leaning against the edge of his bed, and pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him, your bare pussy pressing against the cotton of his boxers. You ground down, feeling the hard length of him beneath the thin fabric, your slick wetness soaking through immediately.

"Horny, are we?" Jake's smirk was breathless. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, and you tilted your head to give him more access.

"How can I not? I have a sexy boyfriend with a big dick." You palmed him through his boxers, feeling him twitch against your hand. You tugged the waistband down, freeing his cock—hard, flushed, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum from the slit.

You grabbed him, positioning the thick head at your entrance. You teased yourself first, just fucking the fat tip of him in and out, stretching yourself around the widest part.

"Hnghh—" you gasped.

"F-fuck, you're so tight," Jake groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

You sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. He filled you completely—thick, long, his cock pulsing inside you as if it had been built for your cunt. You could feel every vein, every ridge of him. You started to bounce, your wet pussy sliding up and down his length, his balls slapping against you with each movement. The lewd, wet squelching sound echoed off the walls.

"You're so big—ahh!"

"Go fuck yourself more," Jake urged. His eyes were fixed on you—your closed eyes, your furrowed brow, your parted lips fighting to stay quiet. He lifted your skirt, watching his dick disappear inside you, his balls glistening with your juices. White cream formed where your bodies met. His naughty fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles. Jake wants to engrave this to his mind forever.

"You're so hot like this. Fuck—" He watched your fucked-out face, your pussy stretched wide around him.

You unbuttoned your blouse, freeing your breasts from your bra, just enough for Jake to devour it. You leaned forward, brushing one nipple against his plump lips while you groped the other shamelessly. Jake latched on immediately, sucking like a starving man, his tongue swirling, his eyes locked on yours.He looked at you as he kept on sucking it, maintaining his eye contact with you. 

If you are the freak, then he is the nasty one.

He twitched inside you as you keep bucking your hips. You tightened around him—he felt it too. Jake pushed you down gently onto the carpet, your head landing on the soft cushion where you sat earlier. He grabbed both your legs, pressed them toward your chest, spreading them wider. Without warning, he thrust hard and deep—so deep making your eyes roll back.

"J-Jake—fuck! Fuck!" You were crying now, tears of pleasure as he slammed into you faster.

"Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted?" He fucked you deeper, harder.

"Yes—hnghh! Right there..."

You grabbed his necktie, pulling it toward you, and bit down on the fabric to muffle your moans. Jake couldn't stop staring—your spread legs, your swollen cunt dripping onto the soft carpet, boobs bouncing sinfully trying to escape from your bra, your mouth biting his tie, your glossy eyes staring at him. You're so freaked out right now. Jake swore he could cum anytime by just looking at you.

“Hmmp–” Then you came hard. Your cunt clenched around him, pulsing, sucking him deep. Making him moan from your tightness. Your whole body shook from your intense orgasm.

"Fuck, baby... you're so good around me." He kissed your forehead, pulled the tie from your mouth, and kept pounding.

"B-babe, cum in my mouth? Please?" You opened your mouth, tongue out with your pleading eyes.

What a nasty offer.

"You're such a freak—ahh!" He kept snapping his hips.

Jake pulled out suddenly. You hissed at the sudden loss. He hovered above you, in between your head, stroking his cock fast. You could see his slit oozing with pre-cum. You lifted your head a little bit, licking his flushed swollen tip, swirling your tongue, sucking just the head as he stroked the base. Staring at him playfully. Jake cannot think straight right now by how hot you look.

"My baby wants my cum?" He ran his fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

You nodded, releasing him with a wet pop. Jake was breathtakingly handsome above yours—biting his lower lip, staring down at you intensely, stroking himself fast as he could. You're a lucky bitch you thought to yourself. 

"I'm gonna cum—ahh—fuck—hnghh!"

Jake came hard. Hot spurts of his seed hit your tongue, some of it landed on your flushed cheeks, your closed eyes. He kept milking himself until nothing remained. You lifted your head again, sucking his swollen tip clean. Earning a loud groan from Jake.

You appear messy, yet in a beautiful way. Jake captured this moment to his mind.

He gets off you quickly above you, lifts his boxers from his ankle, and reaches into the drawer beside you for the wipes. He took some wet sheets and gently cleaned your face, wiping away the sticky semen. Jake also helps you button up your blouse, before moving down to your legs to wipe away any juices.

"Open your legs for me, baby," he commanded, and you complied quickly. 

Now, he is once again beneath you. You felt the cool wipe against your entrance as he cleaned it gently, causing you to clench from the sudden friction. Jake swallowed, his gaze fixed on your swollen pussy.

"So beautiful. Only for me," he leaned forward to press a quick kiss on your pussy. Your eyes widened, and you quickly grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at you. 

"Jake, we just finished!" you scolded him. 

Jake chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. He inserted his tongue, savoring the taste within your mouth as he explored your warm mouth. Both of you pulled out with a smile. 

"Thank you, babe."Jake warmly embraced me with a gentle smile, saying, "I love you so much."

 "I love you too, Jaeyun. Next time?" You hugged him back, teasing him again.

"I don't mind doing it again right now."Jake laughed. 

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

Both of you froze, staring at each other before disconnecting when someone began to knock. 

"Jake! Bro! I left my wallet inside. Could you please give it to me?" His older brother was outside. 

Your blood ran cold upon hearing his brother. Jake panicked and quickly put on his pants, then stumbled to his feet. 

"Wait a minute, hyung!" Jake shouted. 

"Come on, man! Let me in!" His brother was knocking harshly on the door.

Jake finally zipped up his pants and went to his brother's study table to pick up the wallet he had been requesting. He opened the door, revealing his furious brother. 

"Peace, hyung." Jake shyly handed him the wallet. 

His brother's eyes landed on you as you sat on the floor, hugging a cushion and bowing at him with a shy smile. You were honestly embarrassed. His gaze then shifted to his younger brother. Both of you were flushed from the intense session you just had, your clothes wrinkled and your hair messy. Jake's older brother quickly understood the assignment.

"Alright. Thanks for this!" A naughty smile crept across his face as he said his goodbyes.

As soon as Jake closed the door, his brother shouted from the hallway.

"Safe sex, kiddos!" his voice playfully teased, followed by loud laughter fading down the corridor.

You and Jake stared at each other, your faces burning with embarrassment. You threw a cushion in Jake's direction, but he caught it instantly, thanks to his quick reflexes.

"What?!" Jake laughed, trying his best not to smirk at how flustered you were.

"N-nothing!" you replied, burying your reddened face in his pillows as you collapsed onto his bed.

"Where's my freaky girl now?" he teased, joining you on the mattress and pulling you close.

Freak like me.

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When you stepped out of the shower, your hair was still slightly damp. The warm orange glow from the lampshade highlighted your soft, plump skin. A towel was wrapped tightly around your body like a short, fitted dress that hugged your curves, your hardened nipples poking through from the cool air, and the fabric barely covering your thick thighs.

Jake’s eyes lit up at the sight. He shamelessly checked you out, undressing you with his gaze, clearly wanting to rip the towel away.

I push a little farther on the edge

I crawl a little further on the bed, babe

I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red~

“She said, ‘Fuck me like I’m famous,’” Jake sang seductively. He stuck his tongue out, then bit his lower lip, nodding playfully. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at you intensely.

“I said, ‘Okay,’” you replied, matching his energy. Just thinking about what was coming next made you drip with anticipation.

You walked slowly toward him and began unwrapping the towel for him.

Jake's gaze locked onto you the second the towel slipped from your fingers. The fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you bare under the warm orange glow of the lamp. Your skin still glistened from the shower, nipples hardened from the cool air, the curve of your hips and the soft swell of your thighs fully exposed.

Jake definitely loves what he is seeing right now.

He dropped his phone onto the mattress without looking, distracted by the scene in front of him, the song still playing low from the speaker. His cock strained visibly against the gray fabric of his sweatpants, a thick ridge pressing upward, waiting to be unraveled. He stayed seated on the edge of the bed, legs spread, watching every step you took closer.

"Fuck," he breathed, voice rough. His hands gripped the edge of the mattress as you stopped right between his knees. He leaned forward, mouth level with your stomach, and dragged his tongue slowly up the center of your torso, tasting the water still clinging to your skin. Smelling the milky floral scent body wash you use, his favorite. The wet heat of his tongue left a shining trail.

His hands came up to your waist, fingers digging in as he pulled you even closer. He pressed his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply, feeling the tingling sensation straight to your pulsating core. Jake turned his head and sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, slowly teasing you, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. Biting it,making you grab his soft messy hair. He switched to the other, giving them attention, sucking harder, leaving both glistening when he finally pulled back.

"Turn around," he said, voice low and thick. You did, and he immediately grabbed your ass with both hands, spreading you open for a moment before letting go. One palm slid between your thighs from behind, fingers brushing through your slick folds. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were.

"So wet, dripping for me already, mhm?" he muttered, his two long fingers sliding inside you without warning. “Do you like this right? He pumped them slowly, curling them against your inner walls while his thumb circled your clit, making you moan. His other hand stayed on your ass, squeezing and spreading your ass cheek as he fingered you deeper just how you always liked it.

“You're trembling. Is it too much? Tell me? he asked teasingly, as he continued to torture your wet cunt.

“Y-yeah T-too much! Ohh–!” you replied breathlessly, clenching hard around his thick bony finger.

The song swelled in the background. You're about to reach your orgasm when Jake pulls his fingers out, brings them to his mouth to taste your juices, and sucks them clean while staring up at you. That fucking eyes of him. He's playing dirty. Then he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his sweatpants down just far enough for his dick to spring free. It stood thick and flushed, the pink head already shiny with precum.

He wrapped a hand around the base and gave it one slow stroke. "Come here,babe" he said, guiding you forward by the hips until you straddled his lap. The head of his cock nudged against your entrance as he held you there, his tip circling around your sensitive clit, not pushing in yet. Jake's one hand spreads your thighs wider, as his free hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your damp hair, tugging your head back so he could place his mouth at your throat.

"Ride me," he whispered against your skin, teeth scraping your pulse. Sending shivers down to your spine. 

“Fuck me like I'm famous, Okay?”

Oh.

he cups your jaw with one hand, thumb stroking your flushed cheek as you start to roll your hips. “that’s it, baby look right at me while you ride my cock,” he whispers, voice trembling with restraint. “i want to see everything every flicker every moan.”

you move slowly at first, grinding in deep, sensual circles. the wet slide of him inside you is obscene, stretching you perfectly, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. jake’s breath hitches every time you clench around him, but his gaze never wavers —intense, hungry, loving. those nerdy eyes drink in your face like it’s the most beautiful equation he’s ever solved.

you pick up the pace, lifting and dropping onto him with soft, slick sounds. your tits bounce with every motion. jake’s free hand slides up your body, cupping one breast, pinching your nipple just right while his thumb brushes over it. the pleasure spikes, and you whimper, your rhythm faltering for a moment.

“eyes,” he reminds you gently but firmly, tilting your chin back to him when your gaze starts to drift. “don’t you dare look away i need to watch you fuck yourself on me.”

the eye contact makes everything more intimate, almost unbearably so. you can see every tiny detail the way his pupils are blown wide with lust, the flush creeping down his neck, the way his lips part when you squeeze around him. he’s studying you — your parted lips, your hooded eyes, the way your eyebrows knit together when he angles his hips just right to grind against that perfect spot deep inside.

you ride him harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin filling the room alongside your shared moans. sweat beads on your skin. your hands brace on his chest, feeling his heart hammering wildly under your palms.

“fuck… you feel so good,” jake groans, his voice cracking in that adorable way. “so tight so wet keep looking at me while you take every inch — good girl you’re doing so well.”

the praise mixed with that unwavering stare pushes you closer to the edge. your thighs burn, but you can’t stop. every bounce sends sparks through your body. jake’s hands grip your hips tighter, helping you now, pulling you down onto him with each thrust. his glasses slip further down his nose, but he doesn’t fix them he’s too lost in you.

you’re so close. your pussy flutters around his cock, clenching rhythmically as the pressure coils tighter.“don’t close your eyes,” he pants, voice raw. “look at me when you come i want to see it — need to see it.”

the orgasm crashes into you like a supernova. you cry out, loud and shameless, your whole body shaking as intense waves of pleasure rip through you. your inner walls pulse and squeeze around him, milking his cock. but your eyes stay locked on his the entire time — wide, glassy, completely undone. jake watches every second of it, mesmerized, groaning deeply as your climax triggers his own.

he thrusts up into you one last time, burying himself as deep as possible while he comes hard, pulsing and spilling inside you with a broken, whimpering moan that sounds so perfectly nerdy and desperate.

for a long moment, you stay like that — connected, breathing heavily, eyes still locked in that raw, intimate stare. then jake pulls you down gently against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, still panting softly.

“god i love when you look at me like that,” he murmurs against your hair, voice warm and sated. “best data i’ve ever collected.” you smile, boneless and glowing, knowing your sweet, brilliant nerd boyfriend will never let you hide during moments like this. and honestly ? you don’t want to anymore.