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heeseung pulls you flush against his chest, his strong hands gripping your hips as he grinds slowly into you. his lips brush your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. in a deep, husky voice filled with lust and quiet defiance, he whispers,
āsign the petition, drop my hashtags on x, and boycott hybe⦠like my good fucking girlā
yes dada
The Quiet After ā Sim Jaeyun
āIN WHICH you and your husband have a sweet moment after putting your kid to bed.
āŗ wc : 941
āŗ pairing : husband!Jake x fem!reader
āŗ genre : fluff, suggestive, domestic (kinda)
āŗ content : kissing, skinship
note : HIIIIIII, these days I've been stuck with a Seonghyeon one shot that I wanted to post (a James one is on the way too) and I procrastinated it by writing a Jake one :') This is my first time writing this genre so I hope you will like it !!! ENJOYYYY !!
The house had gone quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that felt empty, but the kind that felt earned. The kind that came after a bath and a story and three separate requests for water and one final, plaintive "just one more hug" from a small voice that you'd both pretended to be immune to even as you melted in tandem.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a glass of water, when Jake walked in. He'd done the final check, cracked the door just enough for the nightlight to glow, tucked the stuffed dinosaur back under a small arm, pressed a kiss to a forehead that was already half in dreamland.
He looked wrecked in the best way. His hair was mussed from where small hands had grabbed at it during the goodnight struggle. His shirt was wrinkled, untucked, the top two buttons undone. There was a smudge of something on his collar. Toothpaste, probably, from the chaotic brushing session that had somehow involved a lecture on why triceratops don't eat socks.
He didn't say anything at first. He crossed the kitchen in five slow strides, bracketed you against the counter with his hands on either side of your hips, and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.
You laughed softly, setting your glass down. "That bad?"
"Good," he mumbled against the fabric of your shirt. "So good. I'm so tired."
You ran your fingers through his hair, working through the tiny tangles. He made a sound low in his throat, something between a sigh and a hum, and his hands found your waist, pulling you closer.
"We should clean up the kitchen," you said, without conviction.
"In a minute."
"There are Cheerios on the floor."
"I'll build a shrine."
You snorted. He lifted his head, and there it was, that look. The one that made the last four hours of toddler chaos dissolve into background noise. His eyes were dark, soft, searching your face like he hadn't seen you in days instead of just the twenty minutes he'd spent on bedtime duty.
"You're beautiful," he said, simply. Like a fact. Like the weather.
"You're delusional."
"Probably." He leaned in, and his lips found the corner of your mouth. Not quite a kiss. A promise of one. "Still true."
His mouth traced a slow path to your jaw, then down your neck, and your head fell back against the cabinet behind you. His hands slid from your waist to your lower back, pressing you into him, and suddenly the kitchen felt very small and very warm.
"We really shouldā" you started.
"Shh." He found that spot just below your ear, the one he'd discovered years ago and never forgot. "The Cheerios will wait."
You grabbed fistfuls of his wrinkled shirt and pulled him closer, and this time when his lips found yours, it wasn't a promise. It was a landing.
The kiss started slow, the kind of slow that came from knowing someone completely. From knowing that there was nowhere to rush to, that the night was long and the house was yours and the only audience was the half-moon through the window and the fish in the tank by the wall. His mouth moved against yours with a familiarity that wasn't lazy but sure.
Your back hit the counter edge and he shifted, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw, the other splayed warm across your hip. He tasted like the peppermint tea he'd had during story time, and underneath that, like something that was just him.
He pulled back just far enough to breathe, his forehead against yours. "Hi."
"Hi."
"I love you."
"You're very sweet when you're exhausted."
"I'm very sweet all the time." He kissed the tip of your nose. "I'm a catch."
"You're something."
He grinned, and then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, and your fingers found their way into his hair properly, tugging just enough to make him groan against your mouth. The sound vibrated through you, settled somewhere low in your stomach, and you pulled him closer because closer was the only thing that made sense.
One of his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, finding bare skin at your hip, and you gasped at the contact, warm, slightly rough from the dishes he'd done earlier. He smiled into the kiss, smug and satisfied, and you would have called him out on it if you weren't so busy trying to memorize the way his tongue moved against yours.
The fridge hummed. The fish swam lazy circles. Somewhere upstairs, your child dreamed of dinosaurs and bedtime snacks.
Jake walked you backward, just a step, just enough to turn you so your back was against the wall instead of the counter. His body pressed against yours, solid and warm and familiar, and his mouth never stopped moving, jaw to throat to collarbone, mapping territory he'd charted a thousand times and still somehow found new.
"Jake," you breathed, and it came out like a question even though you didn't know what you were asking.
He looked up at you, his lips still against your skin, his eyes dark and bright at once. "Yeah?"
You didn't have words. You just pulled him back up, kissed him hard, and he laughed into your mouth, a soft, private sound that made your chest ache with how much you loved him.
The kettle sat cold on the stove. The Cheerios remained on the floor. The night stretched ahead, quiet and dark and entirely yours.
He pulled back just long enough to whisper against your lips, "Bed?"
"In a minute," you echoed, and kissed him again before he could argue.
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im so heartbroken to hear about heeseung's departure from enhypen. absolutley. fucking. heartbroken.
i want so badly to beg and beg for him to stay, but i know deep down that we need what's best for him.
this was so out of the blue- i literally would have never expected this. god, i feel so sick.
please pray for enhypen and heeseung as they figure out whats next in their journey as artists.
my heart goes out to you heeseung. i love you so. so. much.

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HE CAN DO A SOLO AND STILL IN THE GROUP WTF IS WRONG WITH THESE COMPANY!!!!
ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļøEVERYONE REPOST!!!ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
From engenes,
Sometime ago Belift posted the official notice about heeseung leaving ENHYPEN on X, Heeseung also wrote a post on weverse showing his gratitude towards engenes and saying a final goodbye. From his post we understand he want to release his own solo songs. But that could be done even by being in the group, so many kpop groups have done this, millions of them. We feel Belift forced heeseung to leave the group as he wanted to produce his own music. They don't want any member having a solo career while being in the group for their own selfish reasons. Heeseung would never leave the group on his own seeing how much he loves engenes, he wrote songs like blossom, highway 1009 for engenes, these prove his love for us. Recently he has been seen looking very upset and depressed. I'm sure it's because of Belift. I request the engenes who live in Korea to find out the reality and once we are sure Belift did this then let's start sending protest trucks, boycotting belift and whatever we can to bring Heeseung back. If its found that is heeseung's own decision then let's support him!! What we have been told is just a cover story but we need to know the truth!! We deserve to know the truth!! Pls engenes let's support each other and contribute in any way we can to stop Belift and bring Heeseung back!!
To:
ENGENES & ENHYPEN
#bring_heeseung_back #enhypen_is_7 #justice_for_heeseung
HE CAN DO A SOLO AND STILL IN THE GROUP WTF IS WRONG WITH THESE COMPANY!!!! ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļøEVERYONE REPOST!!!ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø From engenes, Sometime ago Belift posted the official notice about heeseung leaving ENHYPEN on X, Heeseung also wrote a post on weverse showing his gratitude towards engenes and saying a final goodbye. From his post we understand he want to release his own solo songs. But that could be done even by being in the group, so many kpop groups have done this, millions of them. We feel Belift forced heeseung to leave the group as he wanted to produce his own music. They don't want any member having a solo career while being in the group for their own selfish reasons. Heeseung would never leave the group on his own seeing how much he loves engenes, he wrote songs like blossom, highway 1009 for engenes, these prove his love for us. Recently he has been seen looking very upset and depressed. I'm sure it's because of Belift. I request the engenes who live in Korea to find out the reality and once we are sure Belift did this then let's start sending protest trucks, boycotting belift and whatever we can to bring Heeseung back. If its found that is heeseung's own decision then let's support him!! What we have been told is just a cover story but we need to know the truth!! We deserve to know the truth!! Pls engenes let's support each other and contribute in any way we can to stop Belift and bring Heeseung back!! To: ENGENES & ENHYPEN #bring_heeseung_backĀ #enhypen_is_7Ā #justice_for_heeseung
im so heartbroken to hear about heeseung's departure from enhypen. absolutley. fucking. heartbroken.
i want so badly to beg and beg for him to stay, but i know deep down that we need what's best for him.
this was so out of the blue- i literally would have never expected this. god, i feel so sick.
please pray for enhypen and heeseung as they figure out whats next in their journey as artists.
my heart goes out to you heeseung. i love you so. so. much.
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synopsis: my thoughts on soft!dom jake!!
wc: 355
cw: fingering, p in v, kissing, pet names (baby, bbg, princess, cumming
a/n: sorry for being gone for so long but im backkk
soft!dom jake who lays you down on the bed like youāre glass, his fingers lacing with yours.
soft!dom jake who prioritizes your pleasure over his. even though his dick throbs just watching you squirm underneath him, heās patient as ever.
soft!dom jake who gently runs his fingers through your already soaked folds, eliciting soft whimpers from you.
soft!dom jake who pushes you right to the edge with his thumb on your clit, watching you writhe in pleasure.
soft!dom jake who makes you wait, just so he can watch you fall apart on his cock.
soft!dom jake who kisses literally every inch of your bodyāthe insides of your thighs, your hips, your stomach, etc. each mark of his is open mouthed, hot and wet.
soft!dom jake who slowly pushes into your entrance, making sure you feel every twitch and pulse of his dick.
soft!dom jake who regularly checks up on you, making sure youāre not in any pain or uncomfortable, āI need words sweet girl, is this okay?ā
soft!dom jake who talks you through it, and makes sure you know just how much he loves you. āYouāre doing so well for me princess, keep making those pretty sounds.ā
soft!dom jake who doesnāt tease you or deny your orgasm, but wants to build it up as much as possible so you can fully feel the release.
soft!dom jake who pounds into you firmly but carefully, letting his shaft drag along your gummy walls.
soft!dom jake who also talks you through your orgasm, āThatās it baby girl, let go for me. Let it all out.ā
soft!dom jake who doesnāt stop thrusting into until youāve fully finished riding through your release.
soft!dom jake who pulls you onto his sweat-slicked chest after youāve both orgasmed, running his fingers through your messy hair.
soft!dom jake who never stops telling you how beautiful you are and how much of a good girl you are for him.
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hii everyone first of all i wanna apologize for being gone for so long! college is kicking my butt atm. ALSO- i want to make it clear that i am NOT a solo stan!! im just super into writing abt jake right now!! i will post content on other members soon, im just focusing on posting for my ult since i just started this blog not too long ago.
i love u all sm yay 65 followers!

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synopsis: my thoughts on soft!dom jake!!
wc: 355
cw: fingering, p in v, kissing, pet names (baby, bbg, princess,) cumming
a/n: sorry for being gone for so long but im backkk
soft!dom jake who lays you down on the bed like youāre glass, his fingers lacing with yours.
soft!dom jake who prioritizes your pleasure over his. even though his dick throbs just watching you squirm underneath him, heās patient as ever.
soft!dom jake who gently runs his fingers through your already soaked folds, eliciting soft whimpers from you.
soft!dom jake who pushes you right to the edge with his thumb on your clit, watching you writhe in pleasure.
soft!dom jake who makes you wait, just so he can watch you fall apart on his cock.
soft!dom jake who kisses literally every inch of your bodyāthe insides of your thighs, your hips, your stomach, etc. each mark of his is open mouthed, hot and wet.
soft!dom jake who slowly pushes into your entrance, making sure you feel every twitch and pulse of his dick.
soft!dom jake who regularly checks up on you, making sure youāre not in any pain or uncomfortable, āI need words sweet girl, is this okay?ā
soft!dom jake who talks you through it, and makes sure you know just how much he loves you. āYouāre doing so well for me princess, keep making those pretty sounds.ā
soft!dom jake who doesnāt tease you or deny your orgasm, but wants to build it up as much as possible so you can fully feel the release.
soft!dom jake who pounds into you firmly but carefully, letting his shaft drag along your gummy walls.
soft!dom jake who also talks you through your orgasm, āThatās it baby girl, let go for me. Let it all out.ā
soft!dom jake who doesnāt stop thrusting into you until youāve fully finished riding through your release.
soft!dom jake who pulls you onto his sweat-slicked chest after youāve both orgasmed, running his fingers through your messy hair.
soft!dom jake who never stops telling you how beautiful you are and how much of a good girl you are for him.
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JAKE.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING
ŹÉ summary - jakeās been your best friend for yearsāof course you always knew he was attractive, but you never imagined heād be a virgin. but now that heās admitted it, you canāt resist showing him exactly what heās been missing out on... ŹÉ tags - 18+ MDNI, f!reader, jake & reader are best friends, experienced!reader, inexperienced/virgin!jake, sub!jake, pussydrunk!jake, first time, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f. receiving) ŹÉ w.c - 5.5k
The blue shell icon flashed on your screen a second before the explosion of pixelated blue flames consumed your kart, sending you spinning off the rainbow road into the starry void. Jake whooped triumphantly.
āNo! Ugh, you asshole!ā you groaned, slumping back against the plush fabric of the coach as your Bowser respawned in last place. āYou saved that thing the whole race just for me?ā
āStrategic targeting, baby,ā Jake crowed, his thumbs working furiously on his controller. He was leaning so far forward his elbows were on his knees, his whole body tense with competitive glee. āGotta take out the biggest threat.ā
āThe biggest threat is my fist right now,ā you threatened, desperately trying to catch up. But it was useless. He crossed the finish line in first, throwing his hands up in victory before tossing his controller onto the coffee table littered with empty soda cans and chip bags.
āPay up, pay up,ā he sang, wiggling his fingers at you. The bet was that the loser would pay and order takeout.
āFine, fine,ā you grumbled, grabbing your phone. āBut Iām getting extra spicy wings just to watch you suffer.ā
āI can handle it,ā he said, but the twitch in his smile said otherwise. You both knew his tolerance for heat was tragically low.
You scrolled through the app, the only sounds the hum of the fridge and the faint city noise from the open window. You and Jakeād been living together for two years now, ever since college ended and real life began. It worked because Jake was, quite simply, your person. He was the human equivalent of your favorite hoodie: familiar, comforting, and always there for you.
āSo,ā he said after a minute, stretching his arms over his head. The movement pulled his thin t-shirt tight across his chest. You didnāt stare. Much. āRandom question. I havenāt seen Mark skulking around in, like, a month. Did he finally get abducted by aliens? Please say yes.ā
You snorted, not looking up from your phone. āNah, unfortunately not. Just ended things.ā
āWait, for real?ā Jakeās voice was a little too bright, a little too interested. You glanced over. He was trying to look casual, picking at a thread on the couch, but his posture was rigid.
āFor real. It was justālike, a thing. You know.ā You shrugged, finally placing the order for wings and fries. āIt ran its course.ā
āThank god,ā Jake breathed out, the words a rush of genuine relief. He flopped back against the cushions, running a hand through his messy hair. āDo you have any idea how many nights you guys kept me up? I had to wear fucking noise-canceling headphones. And, like, turn my fan on high.ā
A slow, wicked grin spread across your face. You put your phone down and turned to face him fully, tucking one leg under you. āOh, poor baby. All traumatized by the sounds of your best friend getting laid. Why didnāt you ever bring anyone home, huh? Get your revenge. Level the playing field.ā
At that, Jakeās easygoing expression froze, then melted into something shifty. He looked away, focusing intently on a crack in the plaster of the wall. āI donāt know. Just⦠didnāt.ā
āCome on, Jakey,ā you pressed, leaning forward. āYouāve been on dates. Plenty of them. That girl from the marketing firm was all over you for weeks. You never brought her back here?ā
āNo,ā he mumbled.
āThe barista with the sleeve tattoos?ā
āNope.ā
āThe girl from your gym? The one with the fat aāā
āNo,ā he said, more frustrated this time. He finally met your eyes, and the vulnerability there made you blanch a little. His cheeks were flushed a deep, warm pink. āI⦠didnāt bring any of them back becauseāā He dragged both hands down his face, groaning into his palms. āIāve never⦠done that. Okay?ā
You blinked. āDone what? Brought someone home?ā
He peeked at you through his fingers, his eyes wide and mortified. āNo. I mean, yes, butāthat. You know.ā He cleared his throat. āHad sexā
Oh.
It wasnāt that shocking, not really, but for Jakeāloud, confident, hot Jake, who moved through the world with an easy charmāit was definitely unexpected for you. Heād always talked a big game, and youād just assumedā¦
āYouāre a virgin,ā you said.
He dropped his hands. āYeah. Yeah, I am. Congrats, youāre the first person to know. Donāt make a big deal out of it.ā
āIām not,ā you said softly, and you meant it.āI just⦠I never wouldāve guessed. You always seemed soā¦ā
āSo what? Like I knew what I was doing?ā He let out a short, bitter laugh. āIām good at the talking part. You know, the flirting. But then when it gets to the⦠the main event⦠I get in my head. I panic. I make an excuse and bail.ā He hung his head. āItās pathetic.ā
āItās not pathetic,ā you said, and you meant that too. You shifted closer on the couch, the old leather sighing beneath you. āItās justāyouāre careful, right? Thatās not a bad thing.ā
āFeels pretty damn bad,ā he muttered, picking at a loose thread on his sweatpants. āEspecially when Iām lying in my room listening toā¦ā
A dangerous, curious heat began to simmer inside of you. āListening to what, exactly?ā
He shot you a look. āDonāt make me say it.ā
āIām not. Iām just asking.ā You kept your voice level, calm. āWhat did you hear?ā
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. His gaze was fixed on the coffee table, but his attention was entirely on you. You could feel it, a tangible pull in the space between your bodies. āEverything. The headboard. Theāthe sounds you made. His⦠ugh.ā He rubbed his face again, the flush spreading down his neck. āIt was fucking torture.ā
āWhy?ā you asked.
āBecause!ā he burst out, finally looking at you, his eyes dark and frustrated. āBecause Iād be lying there, and Iād be thinkingāis sheāyou know. Is she enjoying it? Or is he justājust fucking her and thatās it? And I wanted to know. I needed to know. But I couldnāt ask, could I?ā
Your heart was beating a little faster now, at his confession. You tucked your other leg under you, facing him completely now, knees almost touching his.
āYou couldāve asked,ā you corrected quietly.
āYeah, right. āHey, Y/N, was the sex any good? Did you come?ā Real smooth.ā
āI wouldāve told you,ā you said, and it was the truth. There were very few barriers between you two. This had just never been one of the doors youād opened. Until now, of course. āAnd for the record, no. Not really.ā
His head snapped up. āWhat?ā
āMark. He wasnāt, um. It wasnāt great. He was fine, I guess. But it was just⦠physical. A release. He wasnāt interested in what I liked. He just wanted to get his and leave.ā
Jake stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. The frustration in his eyes was morphing into something else rapidly. āSo,ā he licked his lips. āWhat⦠uh, what do you like?ā
The question was barely a whisper, and the heat in your belly coiled tighter, spreading lower. You let out a slow breath.
āIt depends on the mood,ā you started, your own voice dropping to match his intimate tone of voice. āSometimes I like it fast and hard. When you just need it, yāknow? When youāre so wound up that all you can think about is being filled, being fucked until you canāt see straight.ā
A sharp inhale from Jake. You saw his hands fist in the fabric of his sweatpants over his thighs.
āBut most of the time,ā you continued, holding his gaze, āI like it slow. Really slow. I like when a guy takes his time. When he kisses every inch of me first.ā You saw his lips part, his breathing growing visibly quicker. āI like when he teases. When he touches me everywhere but where I really want it, until Iām begging for it. I like a guy who pays attention. Who listens to the way my breathing hitches, who watches how my body reacts, and follows that.ā
āFollows thatāhow?ā Jakeās voice was rough, strained.
āIf I arch my back when he touches my hip, he stays there. He explores that. If I gasp when he bites my neck, he does it again, harder. If I spread my legs wider, he takes it as an invitation to taste me.ā
Jake made a choked sound. His eyes were wide, glassy with a kind of rapturous shock. You could see the effect your words were having on him, the hard line of his erection now unmistakable against the soft grey fabric of his sweats. He didnāt try to hide it. He was past that.
āTaste⦠you?ā he rasped.
āYeah, Jake. Eat me out. Go down on me. Thatāsāthatās usually what does it for me. More than anything else.ā You leaned forward an inch, your voice changing to a conspiratorial murmur. āA guy who knows how to use his tongue. Who isnāt in a rush. Who licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue until Iām shaking, until I come so hard I see stars, and my thighs are shaking around his head.ā
āOhāwow, fuck,ā he breathed. He was rigid, every muscle in his body taut. A fine tremor ran through his hands. āYouāyouād let someone do that?ā
āIād beg someone to do that,ā you corrected, a slow smile playing on your lips. āIf they were good at it. If they were patient. If they enjoyed it. Thereās nothing hotter than a guy who gets off on getting you off. Who gets hard just from hearing you moan, from feeling you come all over his face.ā
His cock jumped at that, a visible twitch that he gasped at. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, as if trying to regain control. When he opened them, the look in them was pure, unadulterated hunger. āTell me more,ā he whispered. āWhatāwhat about after?ā
āAfter I come like that?ā you mused, feeling a slick heat building between your own thighs. This was the most turned on youād been in months, just from talking. From watching him fall apart from words alone. āIām usually really sensitive. So a good guy would be gentle. Heād kiss his way back up my body, let me taste myself on his lips. And then⦠when Iām ready again, when Iām pulling him closer⦠thatās when he fucks me.ā
āHow?ā The word was punched out of him.
āHowever I want. On my back, so I can watch his face. On my hands and knees, so he can go deeper. Sometimes with my legs over his shoulders, so he can hit that spot inside me that makes me scream.ā The whispered words felt filthy in the dim light of the living room. āAnd heād talk to me. Heād tell me how good I feel, how tight I am, how heās wanted this for so long. Heād call me beautiful. Heād tell me to come for him again. And I would. I always do when itās like that.ā
Jake was panting softly. A sheen of sweat glistened at his temples. He looked utterly wrecked, completely consumed by the images you were painting for him.
āHave youāhas anyone ever⦠done all that for you?ā he asked, his voice cracking.
You shook your head slowly, your cheeks coloring. āNo. Not all of it,ā You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. āNot the way I just described it, at least. Thatās just the fantasy.ā
His fantasy, now, too. You could see it in his dilated pupils, in the way he licked his lips, in the white-knuckled grip he had on his own knees.
The doorbell rang, the harsh electronic buzz slicing through the haze in the air.
You both jolted. Jake flinched, blinking rapidly.
āThatāsāoh, shit, thatās the wings,ā you said, your own voice unsteady.
āRight.ā He didnāt move.
āI should⦠get that.ā
āYeah.ā
You stood up, your legs feeling a little weak, then walked to the door, hyper-aware of his eyes on your back, tracking your every movement. You paid the delivery guy, took the bags, closed the door, your mind far. When you turned around, Jake was still on the couch, but heād leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, head bowed. The prominent bulge in his sweatpants was impossible to ignore.
You carried the bags to the coffee table and set them down. You didnāt sit back down. Instead, you stood in front of him, looking down at his bowed head.
āJake.ā
He looked up. His expression was cloudy. āYeah?ā
āDo you⦠want to try something?ā
He didnāt ask what. He just nodded, a quick, jerky motion.
āOkay,ā you breathed. āJustājust follow my lead. And tell me to stop anytime. Promise?ā
āI promise,ā he said instantly, his gaze locked on yours.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. āUh. Okay. So⦠we should maybeānot do this on the couch? Itās, uh, kind of sticky.ā
Jake blinked, the intense focus in his eyes fracturing into a look of sheer, comical panic. āRight. Yeah. Sticky. Bad. Whereā¦?ā
āMy room?ā you offered, the statement tilting up into a question. It felt embarrassingly juvenile, like asking the boy you liked to slow dance at your middle school homecoming dance.
He nodded, a frantic bob of his head. āYeah. Yeah, your room. Good plan.ā He stood up, movements uncoordinated, then adjusted himself subtly, a wince crossing his features as the fabric of his sweats brushed against his obvious hardness. āFuck,ā he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.
You led the way, the short hallway to your bedroom feeling like a marathon. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat of what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing. But beneath the nervous chorus was a throbbing, insistent heat, pooling in your core.
You pushed your door open. Your room was neat, the bed made, soft lamplight casting a warm glow. It felt suddenly, intensely personal.
Jake hovered in the doorway, his shoulders nearly touching the frame. He looked massive and completely out of place, like a huge lost puppy whoād wandered into a china shop. āSo,ā he said, his voice too loud.
āSo,ā you echoed, turning to face him.
Another beat of awkward silence.
āThis is weird, right?ā he blurted out, running a hand through his hair. āItās weird. Weāre best friends. I just told you Iāve never done this, and now weāre in your bedroom. This is, like, a prime opportunity for fucking everything up forever.ā
His honesty was disarming, but somehow, it made you feel a little better. You took a step toward him. āItās only weird if we make it weird, Jake. And we can stop. Any time. Remember?ā
āYeah, I know,ā he breathed. His eyes searched yours. āI donāt want to stop. Iām just⦠scared Iām gonna be bad at it, I guess. And then youāllāI donāt know. Laugh. Or pity me.ā
You reached out, your fingers brushing against his clenched fist. He flinched, then his hand opened, allowing you to weave your fingers through his. His skin was hot, his palm slightly damp. āIām not going to laugh. And the only way you could be ābadā is if you didnāt listen. And youāre a really good listener, Jakey.ā
His shoulders relaxed a fraction at the nickname. He looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you. āTell me what to do,ā he whispered.
āKiss me first.ā
It was a simple instruction, but his breath hitched as if youād asked for something monumental. He nodded slowly, then brought his other hand up, his touch surprisingly tentative as he cupped your jaw. His thumb stroked over your cheekbone, a gesture so tender it made your chest ache.
Then he leaned in.
The first kiss was chaste, closed-mouthed, a gentle press of his soft lips against yours. It was sweet. Careful. It lasted only a second before he pulled back, eyes wide, checking in.
āOkay?ā he rasped.
āMore than okay,ā you murmured. āAgain.ā
This time, you met him halfway. The second kiss was less hesitant. His lips parted slightly, and you took the invitation, sweeping your tongue along the seam of his mouth. He gasped, a soft, surprised sound, and then he was kissing you back, his inexperience giving way to instinctual enthusiasm. His lips were eager, a little clumsy, but it felt passionateāsomething you hadnāt felt with Mark in months.
One of his hands slid from your jaw into your hair, his fingers tangling gently at the roots. The other settled on your waist, his grip firming, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush. You could feel the line of his erection pressing hard against you, and you couldnāt help but moan into his mouth, arching into him. The sound seemed to electrify him; his kisses grew deeper, more confident. He was a quick learner, you had to admit, mimicking the rhythm you set, then adding his ownālittle nips at your bottom lip, soft sucks on your tongue.
When you finally broke apart for air, you were both breathing heavily. His lips were swollen, his eyes glazed. āHoly shit,ā he panted. āThatās⦠fuck, Y/N, holy shit.ā
You grinned, your own body trembling with adrenaline. āNot so bad, right?ā
āAre you kidding me?ā He shook his head, a dazed laugh escaping him. āI feel like my brain just short-circuited. What next?ā
You took a step back, toward the bed, pulling him with you by the hand. āClothes are kind of in the way.ā
His eyes darkened. āYeah. Yeah, they are.ā He looked down at himself, then at you. āCan Iā¦?ā
āPlease.ā
His hands, which had been so confident a moment before, fumbled at the hem of his t-shirt. He pulled it over his head in one swift, nervous motion and tossed it aside. Your breath caught.
Youād seen Jake shirtless beforeāat the beach, after workoutsābut this was different. This was in your bedroom, with intent. The lamplight played over the smooth planes of his chest, the defined cut of his abs, the faint trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his sweatpants. He was beautiful. All lean muscle and golden skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
āYour turn,ā he said, his voice thick.
You reached for the hem of your own shirt, but he stopped you, his hand covering yours. āWait. Let me.ā
You nodded, dropping your hands to your sides. He stepped closer, his gaze intense as he hooked his fingers under the fabric. He lifted it slowly, revealing your skin inch by inch. The cool air brushed your stomach, your ribs, and finally, as the shirt cleared your head, your breasts, restrained in a cotton bra.
He just stared for a moment, his mouth slightly open. āFuck,ā he breathed, the word full of reverence. āYouāre so fucking pretty.ā His hands came up, hovering over your tits. āCan I?ā
āYes, Jake. Touch me.ā
His palms settled over your covered breasts, and he squeezed gently, experimentally, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric. A sharp gasp escaped you, and your nipples hardened instantly into tight peaks. The look of awe on his face was priceless.
āTheyāre so soft,ā he murmured, more to himself than to you. He leaned down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the swell of one breast above the cup of your bra. His tongue darted out, tasting your skin. āYou smell so good.ā
You reached behind you, unhooking your bra with practiced ease. The straps fell from your shoulders, and the garment joined his shirt on the floor.
Jakeās breath left him in a whoosh. His eyes drank you in, wide and dark. āWow,ā he whispered. He didnāt move for a long moment, just looked. Then, as if drawn by a magnet, his head dipped. He took one nipple into his mouth.
The sensation was maddening. His mouth was hot, wet, perfectly eager. He sucked, gently at first, then with more pressure when you moaned and your fingers fisted in his hair. He laved the stiff peak with his tongue, flicking and circling, before moving to give the other tit the same devoted attention. He was noisy, letting out little grunts and hums of pleasure against your skin, as if he were the one receiving the pleasure.
āJake,ā you gasped, your head falling back. āFuāfuck, that feels so good.ā
He pulled off with a wet pop, his lips glistening. āYeah?ā he asked, his voice rough. āWhat else feels good? Tell me, please. I want to make you feel good.ā
āMy jeans,ā you managed. āGet them off.ā
He dropped to his knees so fast it made you jump. His hands went to the button of your jeans, his fingers trembling slightly as he worked it open, then dragged the zipper down. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and panties and, looking up at you for permission, pulled them down your legs in one motion. You stepped out of them, kicking them aside, now completely naked before him.
He stayed on his knees, his gaze traveling up your body from your feet, over your calves, your thighs, finally settling between your legs. His expression was one of rapt fascination.
āYouāre so wet,ā he observed, his voice hushed and awed at your glistening arousal. āIs that⦠for me?ā
āAll for you,ā you confirmed, your voice shaky.
A shudder ran through him. He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on your hips, steadying you. He nuzzled the inside of your thigh, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. āYou said⦠you liked this. You said a guy should take his time here.ā
āI did,ā you whispered, your legs trembling.
āTell me how,ā he begged, his lips brushing your inner thigh. āI donāt wanna fuck it up. Tell me what to do.ā
You carded your fingers through his hair. āUse your tongue. Flat, at first. Just⦠lick. Up and down. Get used to the feel of me. Taste me.ā
He didnāt need to be told twice. With a groan that vibrated through your entire body, he leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds.
The feeling was indescribableāhot, wet, and so eager. He was clumsy, covering too much area, but the enthusiasm was everything. He did it again, and again, a slow, licking exploration.
āOh, god,ā you moaned, your hips jerking slightly.
He pulled back, panting. āWas that okay? Did I hurt you?ā
āNo, Jake. It was perfect. Now⦠focus on my clit. That little bump at the top. Circle it with the tip of your tongue. Gently.ā
He found it, his breath huffing against you. He circled it, just as youād said, his movements growing more confident as he felt you tremble and heard your sharp intake of breath. āYou like that,ā he murmured, the words a hot puff against your flesh. āYouāre getting even wetter. Fuck, you taste so good.ā
He dove back in, licking and sucking, listening to every hitch in your breath, every murmured encouragement. Heād start to get too eager, his movements growing rushed, and youād gently guide him. āSlower, baby. Just like that. Yeah. Right there, youāre doing so good for me.ā
āBaby,ā he repeated against you, the word muffled and reverent. āGod, you feel so fucking good. I could do this forever. My jaw is gonna fall off and I wonāt even care.ā
You laughed, the sound turning into a moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, applying perfect, steady pressure. āDonāt stop. Mmāhahāmaking me feel so good, Jake, donāt stop.ā
He hummed in response, the vibration shooting white-hot sparks up your spine. His hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you in place as he feasted on you. He was lost in it, completely pussy-drunk as youād thought he would be, his world narrowed to the taste of you and the sounds you were making. He was talking, a filthy stream of consciousness you could barely make out.
āSo sweetāgod, Iām never gonna forget thisāyouāre so fucking perfectāclenching on my tongue, are you gonna come? Please come for me, please, Iāmmāwanna feel itāā
Your body arched off the bed, every muscle tightening as the pressure built deep in your core. Waves of heat surged through you, your pussy throbbing against Jake's mouth, slick and swollen from his relentless attention. Your fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the edge of release loomed.
āJake, Iām gonnaāIām gonna come!ā
That was all the encouragement he needed. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue lashing your clit with relentless precision. His nose bumped firmly against the sensitive nub, grinding in time with each flick and swirl, sending jolts of electricity straight to your spine. The added pressure shattered your control.
Your orgasm crashed into you, your pussy clenching hard around nothing as you cried out, hips bucking wildly against his face. Juices flooded his mouth, coating his lips and chin while your thighs quivered, locking around his head in a vise grip. Pleasure ripped through you, pulsing in hot, endless spasms that left you shaking and breathless.
When the last tremor subsided, Jake gently eased you back, laying you on the bed before you could collapse. He crawled up your body, his face glistening with your arousal, his eyes wild and proud. āDid you⦠was thatā¦?ā
āThat was incredible,ā you breathed, reaching up to touch his wet chin. āYouāre a natural.ā
A brilliant, boyish grin split his face. Then he kissed you, deep and hungry, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You could feel him, hard and heavy against your thigh, straining against his sweatpants. āThese need to go,ā you said, tugging at the waistband.
He scrambled off the bed, practically tearing the sweatpants and his boxers off, then he stood before you, finally completely naked. He was thick, long, and perfectly erect, the tip already leaking with pre-cum, and he was breathing like heād run a marathon, his entire body flushed pink with desire.
āI donātāI donāt have a condom,ā he said, panic creeping back into his eyes.
You leaned over, pulling open your nightstand drawer. You pulled out a strip of condoms. āI do.ā
The relief on his face was palpable. āThank fuck.ā He took one from you, his hands shaking violently as he tried to tear the foil.
āHere,ā you said softly, taking it from him. You tore it open and rolled the latex down his length, your touch firm and sure. He hissed, his eyes rolling back. āFuck, your handsāā
You laid back, pulling him down with you. He settled between your legs, the head of his cock nudging against your still-sensitive entrance. He looked into your eyes, his expression suddenly serious and vulnerable. āAre you sure about this? Iāā he frowned. āI donāt want to hurt you or mess it up.ā
āItās okay,ā you assured him, cupping his face in your hands and drawing him closer until his forehead rested against yours. āJust breathe with me, Jake. Feel how wet I am for you? Yeah? Itās all ācause of you. Cāmon, slide in slow, nice and easyālet your cock stretch me out.ā
His dick twitched hard against your folds at your words, the thick shaft pulsing with anticipation, a bead of precum leaking from the tip and smearing along your slick skin.
He nodded, chewing his lip. Then, with a look of sheer determination, he pushed forward.
The stretch was exquisite. He was big, and you were still tight from your orgasm, but so wet for him. He sank into you inch by inch, his eyes locked on yours, his breath coming in ragged pants. When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, he let out a broken groan that sounded like it was torn from the center of his soul.
āOh my god,ā he choked out, whining. āYouāre⦠itās soātight. And hot. I canāt evenāmmfāI canāt even think.ā
āMove, Jake,ā you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. āJust move. However you need to.ā
He pulled back almost all the way, then pushed back in, a slow, tentative stroke. Then another. And another. His rhythm was unsteady, searching, but every thrust hit you in just the right way.
āYou feel so fucking good,ā he babbled, his voice a wreck. āBetter than anything I ever imagined. Fuck, Iām really gonna lose my mind.ā He picked up the pace, and the bed began to creak softly in time with his thrusts. āTell meātell me what you like. When Iām inside you.ā
āHarder,ā you gasped, clawing at his back. āAngle up a littleāhnāyeah! Right there, Jake, right thereāā
He obeyed instantly, adjusting his hips, driving into that sweet spot with every deep, penetrating thrust. A guttural groan ripped from his throat. āThere? Thatās the spot? Fuck, youāre gripping me⦠youāre gonna make me comeāhahāso fast alreadyā¦ā
āNot yet,ā you pleaded, though you were hurtling toward your own orgasm. āKeep going. Just like that.ā
He was sweating, muscles straining in his neck and arms, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold back. He was talking non-stop, a beautiful, filthy mess.
āWanted this for so longādreamed about how youād feel, Y/N, youāre so perfect, taking me so deepālove your tits, I love your mouth, I love your fucking perfect pussyāā
You gasped, your nails digging into his back as you rocked your hips up to meet his thrusts. āFuckākeep going, donāt stop talking. Tell me how it feels.ā
His eyes locked onto yours, wide and desperate, a whimper escaping his lips as he pounded harder. āFeels so, so good, Y/Nāyour pussyās so tight around meāfuck, Iām close, need to come so badāā
āYouāre doing so well,ā you moaned, your voice husky with the building pressure. āFuck me harder, show me.ā
He nodded frantically, his thrusts erratic now, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest. āCanāt hold itāās too much, the way you squeeze my cockāplease, Y/Nāā
Your second orgasm tore through you, even more intense than the first. It started as a white-hot coil in your core, tightening unbearably with every slam of his hips against yours. Your walls fluttered wildly around his thick shaft, squeezing him in pulses that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. A sharp cry ripped from your throat as the pleasure exploded outward, making your thighs quake and your vision blur at the edges. Your pussy convulsed, gushing wetness that soaked his balls, every nerve ending firing in blissful overload. The sight and feel of you coming undone pushed him over the edge, his pleas turning into broken sobs. āY/Nāhngh, Iām gonna comeācan I? Pleaseāā
āYeahāfuckācome for me,ā you urged, your voice breathless.
He slammed into you one last time, shuddering violently as he emptied himself into the condom. His body went rigid, cock throbbing deep inside you with each spurt of hot cum, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Then he collapsed into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath panting against your skin.
You held him, your own body humming with satisfaction, your hands stroking the sweaty planes of his back. Both of you were completely spent, boneless. Eventually, he pushed himself up on shaky arms, looking down at you with dazed, blissed-out eyes. āThat wasā¦ā
āYeah,ā you finished for him, smiling softly.
He carefully pulled out, disposing of the condom before collapsing back beside you on the bed, on his back. He stared at the ceiling. āI think my soul left my body.ā
You laughed, turning onto your side to face him. You traced a finger over the ridges of his abdomen. āHow do you feel?ā
He turned his head to look at you. āIncredible. Exhausted. A little sore. Mostly, um.ā he smiled wide. āReally happy.ā Then he frowned slightly. āBut was itāokay for you? I know I didnāt last that long.ā
āJake, you made me come twice. Once with your mouth. It was more than okay.ā You leaned in and kissed his shoulder. āYou were perfect, baby.ā
He beamed, that proud grin returning. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close so your head rested on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady under your ear. āGood. āCause I wanna do it again. Like, after a nap. Maybe after some wings too. But definitely again.ā
You snorted. āThe wings are cold by now.ā
āDonāt care,ā he mumbled, his voice already thick with sleep. His fingers traced idle patterns on your bare arm. āYouāre so warm. And you smell like me now. Mm. Itās so nice.ā
His words were starting to slur. The adrenaline crash was pulling him under fast. Youād predicted this too, though, him turning into a sleepy, clingy koala.
āGo to sleep, Jakey,ā you whispered.
āMānot tired,ā he protested weakly, but his eyelids were already fluttering closed. His arm tightened around you. āJust donāt go, okay? Stay right here.ā
You laughed softly. āIām not going anywhere.ā
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synopsis : your one of the few lucky girls who were chosen to attend enhypen's fan sign for their new album. as the horny little freak you are for jake, you decide to take your chance and sneak under the table...
cw : secret handjob/blowjob, cum eating, public humiliation, non-con, mentions of masturbation, deep-throating, gagging, drool, head-pushing, *let me know if i missed anything*
wc : 1.9k
a/n : i know this is extremely unrealistic!! the fantasy has just been lingering in my head..
You were completely and utterly freaked-out.Ā
You were the kind of girl men had wet dreams of. Sexy, slim legs, cold eyesāthe kind that could pierce right through you. Also not to mention your sex drive of a literal god.Ā
But you had your eyes set on one person. The Sim Jaeyun of Enhypen.
Most evenings, youād find yourself twisted in your damp bedsheets, gasping Jakeās name as you scissored your fingers deep inside your cunt.Ā
He had you on your knees. You were down badādesperate. It was honestly pathetic. You wondered what heād think if he knew he had fans who ruined themselves to the thought of him.Ā
Ohā thereās a new angle of his fancam? You had already seen it. New merch? You already owned it. You needed him, and nothing was going to stop you from getting what you wanted.
So here you are, sitting in the crowd, at Enhypenās 2026 fanmeet for their new album release. Your ears rang from how loud it wasāfangirls screaming and yelling to get the boys attention, cameras flashing all over, and the faded bass from their track Big Girls Donāt Cry.
Youāre not sure exactly how it happenedāthe announcement on Weverse had caught your attention one day and you decided to take a shot at the raffle.Ā
Your stomach erupted with butterflies and did a full 360 when you saw your name on the final list. Fuck. You were going to finally meet Jake. You loved all of Enhypen, but there was something about that Aussie charm that shot jolts of electricity right to your core.
An MC finally appeared on stage and announced the starting of the event. They explained that the boys would do a quick introduction, followed by some games, and then the actual fan sign process would start.
Girls around you giggle and whisper to one another, asking each other if their makeup looks nice. Some even look pale as a ghostāsick to the stomach with nervousness. I mean, who could blame them? They were about to meet the Enhypen.Ā
But youāyou were confident. Ready.Ā
Ready to make yourself known to Jake Sim, the man who has you cumming all over your fingers each night.Ā
āPlease remember, 2 minutes with each memberāonce your time is up please move on to the next chair. No touching the members, no giving them gifts, no reaching over the tableā¦ā
Blah blah blah.
The staff was always insanely strict at these events, but again, nothing was gonna stop you from getting what you wanted.
After waiting for around 30 minutes, you stepped onto the stage. It was your turn.Ā
First, you spoke to Heeseung.
He was hot as hell, you couldnāt lie. That perfect side profile, prominent nose and Adam's appleāit could make anyone melt on the spot.
Next was Jay, who was such a gentleman. Always so sweet. You talked about your shared love for F1 racing, and found it adorable how much he nerded out. One thing you noticed right awayāhis eyes darting back and forth to your exposed cleavage. You were straight up eye candy to these boys.
Finally⦠you reached Jake. Fuck, he looked so good today. His new brown curls framed his face perfectly. Your heart slammed against your chest in anticipation. This was your one and only chance to make a move on him.Ā
āHello!ā He was so cute.
You started off with small talk, leaning forward on the table, giving him a clear view of your tits squished together perfectly.Ā
Jake wasnāt oblivious to your tactics. He played alongāeyed your lips for a couple seconds too long, and bit his lip every time you adjusted your shirt. You wore your most expensive perfumeāone that smelled of bourbon and sweet cherries. You smelled like what sex felt like.
Jake found himself taking deeper breathsāinhaling your intoxicating scent. He wished he could spend more time with you. Little did he know he was about to have his wish granted.Ā
āI just love your new album so much, especially Sleep Tight, it really has me feeling some type of way.ā You smirked, your eyes taking in all of his soft features.
His ears immediately turned pinkārealizing that you were talking about his very own song, which was pretty much about getting a girl into his bed. Now, he was imagining that girl was you.
āT-thank youāreally, I mean, that really means a lot to me.ā His aussie accent thickened and his voice dropped lower.Ā
Time was ticking, and you needed to make a move fast.Ā
The staff motioned that your turn was over.
Without even thinking, you purposely dropped your pen you had brought for him to sign with. It fell underneath the table, just barely peeking out from the table cloth that draped to the floor.Ā
You quickly ducked down, pretending to grab the pen.
Jake, like the gentleman he is, was planning on helping you pick it up.
āOops, let me grab that for ya,ā He leaned down, but was only met by your face underneath the table.
Jake gulped, shooting straight back up in his chair, looking around frantically for staff who may be standing nearby.
It was the perfect moment for you to duck underneath the table. Staff was busy yelling at the line of people waiting, music was loud, fans were screamingāno one was paying attention.
You crawled quickly, making sure the tablecloth fully covered you. And it did.Ā
You were about to play the most dangerous game of your life.Ā
You peeked out just enough through the curtain of the tablecloth to see that the next fan had taken their seat, ready to talk to Jakeāwho was currently in a state of panic.
Giggling to yourself, you scooched over to his knees, bracing your hands onto his thighs. You felt him jump.
Jake could feel his cock twitching in his pantsāhis hottest fan was now at his knees, and he could only imagine what you were about to do next.
As slow as you couldāyou took one hand and reached for his belt. Your pace was like molassesāpainfully unhurried. On one hand, you didnāt want to get caught. On the other, you wanted to tease the shit out of him.Ā
You unlooped the belt, setting it beside you. Jake stuttered while talking to the fan, hoping he wasnāt being too obvious.
āOh my goodness Jake! Youāre my bias!ā The fan chirped and bounced in her seat.
āIt-itās so nice to m-meet you..!ā Cute. Jake was now obviously very flustered. Maybe the fan thought she was doing that to him. But really, it was you, and your dainty fingers that started unzipping the fly of his jeans.Ā
You slid your hand in just far enough to reach for his cockāwhich to your surprise was exactly how you had imagined it. Big. Hard. Twitching in his boxers. You palmed him ever so slightly, causing him to flinch as if someone had just pinched him. He bit his lip so hard he could almost taste the metallic tang of blood.Ā
It was dark under the tableāyou could barely see what you were doing. But you slid your hands further into his pants, finding the small hole in the center of his boxers. You pulled him out slowlyāhe was so warm and thick in your hands.
You could only stare at his length in aweāyour mouth watering. You couldnāt wait to gag and slobber all over it.Ā
āCould you sign this shirt for me Jake?ā A different fan was now sitting at the chair.
āY-yeah, of course!ā Jake hissed, gritting his teeth hard. He could feel your warm hand start to wrap around the base of him.Ā
As he grabbed the fan's shirt to sign it, you slowly started pumping him. Your hand traveled up and down firmly over his cock, which was already wet from the leaking precum. He scribbled a messy autograph onto the shirtāhe gripped the pen so hard, trying to keep himself from losing control and drawing all over the place.Ā
Your pace quickened, your wrists twisting to get the perfect coverage around him. He couldnāt help but bite his lips as you increased speed.Ā
āNghāā He whimpered.
Ā Out. Loud.
His eyes went wideāpeople definitely just heard him.
Sunghoon chuckled next to him, āYo dudeāyou good?āĀ
Jake nodded, and explained he had an upset stomach. Yeah right.Ā
The girl talking to Jake started giggling with the girl talking to Sunghoon. Meanwhile, Jakeās face was tomato red. His cheeks were on fire.Ā
His breathing quickened and caught Jayās attention.Ā
āDamn, you must have a really bad stomach ache!āĀ
The surrounding fans and crowd laughed hysterically. It was public humiliation. Maybe that was your new kink. Jake swallowed, forced a chuckle, and continued signing things.
You decided to push the teasing further, bringing his tip to your lips. You gave it small kisses and kitten licks, letting the salty precum dribble onto your tongue. His thighs clenched, and he reached one hand down to your head, pulling on your hair with a steel grip. Finally, you took him all the way into your mouth. God, your mouth felt so full of him. You wasted no time bobbing your head furiously up and down his cock. He shifted restlessly in his seat.Ā
You made loud slurping and gagging noises as he prodded the back of your throat with his tip. He was afraid someone was going to hear you sooner than later.Ā
Drool collected at the sides of your mouth as you continued to hollow your cheeks on him. You were being messy and loudāwhich turned Jake on so much. The thrill of being caught made both of you feel like your skin was on fire.Ā
You could feel his release nearing as his cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth. His hips began bucking into your face, your nose hitting his pubic bone. Each thrust made you gag around his length.Ā
Your panties grew tighter around your folds. You were so slick between your thighs⦠Oh how Jake would love to be in between them right now.Ā
āHi Jake!ā A new fan was now sitting down.
āDo you miss Australia? Howās Layla? Have you eaten today? If you had a girlfriend what wouldā¦ā The sounds of the fanās questions drowned out as you continued to suck him.
All you could hear was the wet gargles and gags that came from your throat, which was being abused by his thick cock.Ā
Jake was close. He stuttered while answering questions, and cursed in between sentences.
āI uhāFuck! Iāuhm, yeah, I miss Australiaāā
At this point, the fan was weirded out. Here was āconfident and sexyā Jake absolutely falling apart in his chair, acting like a complete weirdo. He got suspicious looks from other members as he continued to choke over small whimpers.
Then suddenly, with a groan, his eyes began to roll back into his head. His cock gave one last final twitchāthen spurted out hot seed into your throat.
You gagged slightly, making a mess on the floor. Drool and cum dripped from the sides of your mouth. Jakeās cock was still down your throatāyou bobbed your head furiously, making sure every last drip of cum was milked from him.Ā Ā
Once he finished riding out his pleasure, it became apparent to him how much of a mess he had become. He slouched in his chair, his hair messy, sweat beading at his forehead, and his cheeks burning. He was panting like a dog.
You swallowed his cum with a gulp, letting the salty and musky taste wash over your palette.Ā
Mission fucking accomplished.Ā
Jake knew he had to get your number, or something. He pushed your head back under the table, motioning for you to stay until the fan sign was over. As long as he could have those pretty lips wrapped around his dick again, he was a happy man.Ā
Jake Sim was wrecked for you.
Ā© jakecherries
THAT JAKE FIC YOU JUST POSTED AXRUALLY JUST RUINED MY ENTIRNE LIFE OFG YMGNDODNi donāt want to ask too much of u but if u ever ever ever decide to make a part 2 with the condom off i would die happy
P: Boyfriend!Jake X Fem!Reader (MDNI 18+)
Warnings: Explicit Content, Oral Sex, Grinding, Nipple Play, Needy!Jake, Breeding, Impregnation Kink, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Begging, Impregnation Fantasy, Pregnancy Fetish
Drabble ⤷ ć ĖĖĖ Jakeās mind is completely plagued by vivid breeding fantasies. Obsessed and desperate, he hatches a devious, subtle plan. You remain blissfully oblivious, not realizing heās been scheming.
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a/n: its almost 2am.. but here! now i disappear again.
After that nightāafter the way heād broken apart inside you, after the condom had caught everything he so desperately wanted to give you, Jakeās mind didnāt just linger on the fantasy. It took off. Full throttle. No brakes. The images that had once flickered in the heat of the moment now played on constant, vivid repetition behind his eyes: you round and glowing, barefoot in sunlight, your breasts leaking sweet milk while he watched in helpless awe, a house full of small voices and tiny hands reaching for both of you. It wasnāt just lust anymore; it was a bone-deep ache, a future he could taste, and he wanted it so badly it made his chest hurt.
But he couldnāt just blurt it out the next morning over coffee. āHey, babe, remember when I came hard? I was actually imagining knocking you up. Letās do that for real.ā No. That would scare you, or at the very least make you laugh and think he was still riding the post-sex high. He needed to be smart. Subtle. Plant seedsāironic,āand let them grow slowly until the idea felt like yours too.
So he started small. Gentle. Calculated.
The first week he ācasuallyā pulled up baby videos on his phone while you were curled against him on the couch. āLook at this one,ā heād murmur, voice soft and warm, thumb hovering over the screen. A chubby-cheeked six-month-old giggling at a puppy, fat little hands clapping. āGod, that laugh. Imagine hearing that every day.ā Heād glance at you sideways, watching your face soften, the way your lips curved without you realizing. Heād let the video loop once more before scrolling, never pushing, just⦠leaving the image there.
Next came the shopping trips. Heād steer you towards baby sections in every store and pause like it was an accident. āAw, babe, look at these,ā heād say, lifting a minuscule pair of striped overalls, holding them up with two fingers like they were made of glass. āCan you imagine a little person in these? Tiny legs kicking.ā Heād grin, boyish and innocent, but his eyes would flick to yours, cataloging every flicker of fondness, every quiet ātheyāre so cuteā that slipped out of your mouth. Each time you agreed, even softly, he felt a spark of victory. Progress.
And the real jackpot: actual babies in the wild.
Every time you passed a mom with a stroller or a carrier, Jake would slow down, eyes lighting up like heād spotted treasure. Heād cooāactually cooālow and delighted. āHi, little man,ā heād murmur to a wide-eyed infant strapped to its motherās chest at the park, waving his fingers in that exaggerated way adults do when they forget how ridiculous they look. The mom would smile, proud, and Jake would turn to you with the softest expression. If the baby gurgled or grabbed at his finger, heād melt dramatically, clutching his heart. āIām done for. Dead. Youāre gonna have to carry me home.ā
Youād laugh, swat his arm, but he noticedāyou always lingered a second longer too. Youād smile at the same babies, sometimes reach out to wiggle a little socked foot, murmur āso tinyā under your breath. Every shared glance, every time your eyes met over a drooling, gummy grin, he felt the plan clicking into place.
He was patient. Methodical. Every cute baby video was saved to a private playlist titled āRandom lol,ā it was all ammunition, all breadcrumbs leading you gently toward the same future he saw so clearly.
And when you started pointing things out firstāwhen you grabbed his sleeve outside a store window and whispered, āLook at that little hat, itās ridiculous,ā or when you smiled at a toddler waving from a high chair and said, āGod, theyāre so cute at that ageāāJake had to fight not to rub his hands together like a cartoon villain.
Oh, he was cackling on the inside. Pure, evil glee. The seeds were sprouting. You were softening.Ā
Jake kept scheming, oh, he schemed like a mastermind in a rom-com thriller, but he kept it playful, light-hearted, never letting the intensity bleed through to scare you offāalways that boyish grin, that sparkle in his eyes like it was all just fun and games, even as his heart hammered with the weight of what he was building toward. He'd ramp up the baby talk in the subtlest ways, turning grocery runs into opportunities by "accidentally" lingering in the family aisle, picking up a pack of tiny fruit pouches and waggling them at you with a mock-serious face. "Babe, these are for kids, but honestly? I could smash like three right now." He'd laugh it off when you'd roll your eyes, but he'd catch the way your gaze softened, and inside he'd fist-pump, another point scored in his quiet campaign. Walks in the park became prime time for his antics; he'd spot a family picnicking and nudge you gently, whispering, "Look at that dad chasing his kidātotal goals, right? I'd be the fastest tag player ever." Playful, always playful, with a wink and a squeeze of your hand to keep it from feeling like pressure.
But then came the day you showed him a baby video firstāgod, that moment hit him like a freight train, straight to the gut and lower, leaving him breathless and half-hard in an instant. You were lounging on the bed one lazy Sunday afternoon, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok while he pretended to read a book beside you, his mind already wandering to the next subtle push. Out of nowhere, you turned the screen toward him, eyes bright with amusement. "Jake, oh my god, look at this little nugget trying to danceāit's ridiculous how cute they are." The video was simple: a pudgy baby no older than eight months, wobbling on chubby legs in a living room, tiny hips swaying to some upbeat kids' song, arms flailing wildly with pure, unfiltered joy, that infectious belly laugh bubbling out every few seconds.Ā
You giggled along with it, replaying the clip once it ended, murmuring, "The way they just... light up. It's adorable." Jake stared, frozen for a split second, his book forgotten as a rush of heat flooded himānot just warmth in his chest, but a deep, throbbing ache in his cock, twitching against his thigh like the fantasy had leaped off the screen and into his veins. He could see it overlaying the video: you holding your own baby like that, the one with his smile and your eyes, dancing in your shared kitchen while he filmed, your laughter mixing with theirs. His throat went dry, palms suddenly clammy as he shifted subtly under the sheets to hide the growing bulge, forcing a casual laugh that came out a little too husky. "Yeah... yeah, that's killer cute.." He leaned in to kiss your temple, playing it cool, but inside? Fuck, it almost made him cum right there, untouched, the sheer thrill of you initiating itāof you seeking out that cuteness and sharing it with himāsending his mind spiraling into overdrive, his heart pounding with triumphant glee. This was it; the seeds weren't just sprouting, they were blooming, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from grinning like a maniac.
After that pivotal moment, Jake knew it was time for the next stepāthe real escalation, subtle but irreversible. He stopped buying condoms. No dramatic declaration, no suspicious trips to the trash; he just... let the storage empty out naturally, like an oversight born of busy schedules and forgetfulness rather than intent. The box in the nightstand drawer dwindled slowly at firstāone used here after a heated makeout session on the couch, another there during a steamy shower where he whispered how perfect you felt around himāeach time noting the count with a secret thrill, his scheming mind calculating the timeline. He'd "forget" to restock during grocery runs, casually mentioning offhand, "Oh shoot, we're lowāI'll grab some next time," but then conveniently letting it slip his mind amid distractions like picking out your favorite snacks or debating ice cream flavors.Ā
He imagined the night when the drawer would finally be empty, the moment he'd "realize" it mid-kiss, his voice low and rough against your ear: "Babe... we're out. But fuck, I need youācan we...?" And in his fantasies, you'd nod, breathless and wanting, pulling him closer without a second thought, letting him slide in bare for the first time, skin to skin, no holding back.
He did so goodāplayed the long game like a master, patient and playful and impossibly sweet on the surface while the scheming simmered underneath, quietly letting those last few condoms disappear one by one.
He counted them in secret. Just a quick glance every time the drawer opened. Five became four. Four became three. Three became two. Two became one. And then, on a quiet Thursday evening, the box was finally, gloriously empty.
Excellent.
The cardboard was light when he lifted it, the foil packets gone, nothing left but the faint crinkle of discarded wrappers from weeks ago. Jake stared at it for a long second, heart kicking hard against his ribs, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. No more barriers. No more excuses. Just you, him, and the raw, skin-to-skin heat heād been fantasizing about for months.
It didnāt take long for him to hunt you down.
You were in the kitchen, completely innocent, humming softly under your breath as you stood at the counter in one of his oversized hoodies and tiny sleep shorts, hair tied up in a messy bun, chopping vegetables for a simple salad. The knife moved in neat, practiced slicesācucumber, cherry tomatoes, red onionāLayla snoozing in her bed by the window, the whole scene domestic and warm and so perfectly you that it made his chest ache even as his cock throbbed with anticipation.
He stepped into the doorway quietly, barefoot, still in his gray sweatpants and black tee, hair damp from the quick shower heād taken earlier just to calm himself down. You didnāt notice him at first, too focused on the cutting board, but the second you sensed him you glanced over your shoulder with that soft, easy smile that always undid him.
āHey, babe,ā you said brightly, knife pausing mid-slice. āYou want olives in the salad? I was thinking feta too, maybe some lemon dressingāā
He didnāt answer.
In three long strides he closed the distance, hands finding your hips, spinning you so fast the knife clattered onto the counter. Before you could even gasp his name he had you liftedāeffortlessāsetting you on the cool granite with a gentle but firm thud. Your legs parted instinctively around his waist; his palms sliding up the outsides of your thighs.
āJakeā?ā Your voice was half-laugh, half-breathless surprise, hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
He didnāt speak. Just dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor, dragged your shorts and panties down in one rough tug until they caught on your ankles, then hooked your legs over his broad shoulders. The hoodie rode up, exposing your stomach, and he pressed a single, burning kiss to the soft skin just below your navel before diving in.
No teasing tonight. No slow buildup.
He buried his face between your thighs like a man starved, tongue flattening against your clit in one long, greedy drag that had you jolting against the counter with a sharp cry. His hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, holding you open, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks as he feasted.
He ate you like he was trying to consume you wholeālips sealing around your clit, sucking hard, then releasing with a wet pop only to lap at you in broad, relentless strokes, tasting every inch, every drop of slick that coated his tongue. His nose nudged against your folds as he pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in slow, deep thrusts before pulling back to circle your clit again, faster now, flicking in tight little patterns that made your hips buck helplessly against his mouth.
āFuckāJake!ā Your hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through the damp strands, tugging hard enough to make him groan against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.
He moaned louder in response, shameless, filthy sounds muffled against your pussyāwet slurps, hungry hums, the occasional ragged āso fucking goodā breathed into your skin like a prayer. He didnāt let up until you cameāhard, sudden, thighs clamping around his ears as your whole body seized and shuddered, pulsing hot and wet against his tongue. Slick flooded his mouth in a rush; he drank you down greedily, humming low and filthy in his throat like the taste of your release was the only thing keeping him alive. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open through every tremor, every broken cry that spilled from your lips, until the waves finally ebbed and left you boneless against the cold granite.
Only then did he pull backājust enough to rest his forehead against the trembling skin of your inner thigh, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening red with you. He looked up through damp lashes, licking his lips deliberately, savoring the last traces of you.
āYou taste even better when youāre this worked up.ā He rasped, voice wrecked and thick.Ā
Before you could catch your breath or form a coherent answer, he was risingāstrong hands sliding under your ass, lifting you off the counter in one smooth motion. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist; the hoodie bunched up around your hips, shorts and panties still tangled around one ankle as he carried you out of the kitchen. The cutting board, half-chopped vegetables, knife abandoned mid-sliceāeverything forgotten. Salad? What salad?
You both giggled breathlessly into each otherās mouths as he walked, clumsy and urgent, bumping into the hallway wall once because neither of you could stop kissing long enough to watch where you were going.Ā
By the time you reached the bedroom, the giggles had dissolved into soft, needy whimpers. He kicked the door shut behind him without breaking the kiss, then turned and lowered you onto the mattress with surprising gentleness, like he was handling something precious even as his body screamed with impatience.
You sank into the soft sheets; he followed immediately, climbing over you, knees bracketing your hips, caging you beneath his broad frame. His mouth found yours againāslower this time, deeper, tongues sliding together in lazy strokes while his hands slid up under the hem of the oversized hoodie.
He pushed the fabric higher, bunching it just under your chin, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. Your nipples were already peaked, sensitive from earlier teasing, and the second the hoodie cleared them he broke the kiss to look downāreally lookālike he was seeing you for the first time.
āOh⦠look at you,ā he murmured, voice low and reverent, almost awed. His palms covered your breasts completely, warm and rough from calluses, thumbs brushing slow circles over the tight buds. āSo pretty...ā
He kneaded gently at first, squeezing the soft weight of your breasts in his big hands like he was trying to memorize every curve under his palms. He watched, mesmerized, as your skin spilled between his spread fingers, the way the mounds overflowed just slightly when he pressed harderāperfect, heavy, made for his grip.Ā
He leaned down and captured one peaked nipple between his lips, sucking slow, hollowing his cheeks so the suction pulled tight and steady. His tongue swirled lazy, filthy circles around the tight bud before flattening to drag over it in long, wet strokes until it throbbed under his mouth.Ā
All the while his hips rocked down in slow, grinding rollsāhis cock still trapped in the soft gray sweatpants, thick and leaking, dragging the damp fabric against your bare, slick folds with every forward motion. The friction was maddening: hot, insistent pressure sliding over your clit on every upstroke, the head nudging right where you ached most without ever pushing inside. He was humping you like a desperate teenager, rutting against your pussy with shameless, needy thrusts, the wet spot on his pants growing bigger with every pass.
You were writhing beneath him, hips bucking up to chase the pressure, thighs trembling, hands fisting the sheets and then his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan louder into your chest.
āJakeāoh god⦠whatās gotten into you?ā you managed breathlessly, voice high and shaky, half-laugh half-whine as another sharp tug on your nipple sent sparks down your spine. āYouāreāyouāre insane tonightāā
His only answer was a moanālong and brokenāvibrating straight through the swollen peak still trapped between his lips. He didnāt pull away, didnāt explain, just kept his mouth busy.
You were shaking, thighs trembling around his waist, hips bucking up to chase more friction even as your mind spun. The pressure built unbearably fastā too much of him everywhereāand before you could stop yourself the words tumbled out in a wrecked plea.
āJakeāplease! Fuck me.. need you insideāā
The second the words left your mouth he disconnected with a wet pop, leaving your tits a glistening, swollen mess: nipples dark red and glistening, covered in his spit, faint bite marks blooming around the areolas, strings of drool clinging from his chin to your skin like obscene spiderwebs. He reared back on his knees, chest heaving, lips puffy and shiny, eyes glassy and wild as they locked onto yours.
āDrawerās empty, baby,ā he rasped, voice thick and trembling. āNo more condoms. Weāre out.ā
You blinked, brain struggling to catch up through the haze of arousal. āHowā? Huh? Didnāt you buy new ones when youāā
Your question died in your throat.
Because Jake had already snuck his sweatpants down just enough, waistband shoved below his hips, and now his bare cock was free: thick, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out, already leaking a steady bead of precum that dripped onto your folds as he guided the shaft down. He glided it slowly along your slit, bumping over your clit on every pass, coating himself in your arousal until the length of him shone with both of you.
Panic flared sharp and sudden. āJake! Waitāno, we canātāā You reached to push at his chest, but he was fasterāgrabbing both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the pillow. His other hand braced beside your hip, as he leaned down, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips.
āPlease,ā he whimperedāactually whimperedāvoice cracking. āPlease let me go in rawājust onceājust feel you⦠fuck, baby, I need it so badāneed to feel you tight and hot around me with nothing in the wayāneed to fill you up, need to come so deep inside youā¦ā
His hips rocked forward again, the head of his cock catching at your entrance, nudging just inside before pulling back, teasing, torturing. Precum mixed with your slick in thick, sticky ropes that stretched between you every time he pulled away, obscene little strings connecting his tip to your folds.
You tried. God, you tried to cling to responsibility. āJakeāitās not safeāwe canāt justāā
āBut weāre clean,ā he cut in frantically, words sloppy, āBoth of us.. tested last month, remember? No STDs, no worriesājust you and meāplease, mama, I need to see you full of meāneed to watch it drip out after.. need to know I marked you insideāā
Mama.
The word hit like a shockwave.
Your eyes widened, breath catching as pieces snapped togetherāthe baby videos he kept showing you, the cooing at every toddler in the park, the way heād trace circles on your stomach at night, the condoms mysteriously running out, the sudden obsession with your tits like he could already picture them leakingā¦
āJakeā¦ā you whispered through your own whines, voice trembling as his cock kept gliding. āIs this⦠is this because you want to make me pregnant?ā
His whole body jerked like youād struck him.
For a heartbeat he frozeāeyes blown wide, pupils swallowing the brownāthen the dam broke.
āYesāfuckāyes,ā he babbled, words tumbling out in a frantic rush, hips still rocking helplessly against you. āWanted it so badābeen thinking about it every day.. about putting a baby in you, making you swell up so pretty, your belly round with our kidāour kidsātwins, triplets, whatever you wantāfuck, mama, I wanna make you a mom, wanna make me a dad, wanna see you glow, wanna feel the kicks, wanna watch you feed our baby with these perfect titsāpleaseāplease let me, let me come inside, let me breed you, fill you up until it takesāplease, babyāplease, mamaāIāll take care of you, both of you⦠I swearāpleaseāā
He was shaking now, cock throbbing against your entrance, head nudging just inside again and again without pushing deeper, waiting, begging, as tears of pure desperation welled in the corners of his eyes.
āSay yes,ā he pleaded, voice wrecked and small. āPleaseājust say yes and Iāll give you everything, everything Iāve been dreaming aboutāplease, mamaā¦ā
You kept quiet.
Not because you didnāt have words, but because the sight of him like this stole every coherent thought you had.
Jake was shakingāfull-body tremors that made the mattress dip and creak beneath you both. His arms braced on either side of your head trembled, biceps flexing and releasing in erratic pulses; sweat beaded along his hairline, trickling down the side of his flushed face. His cock throbbed hot against your entrance, the blunt head nudging just inside your slick folds again and again in tiny, helpless little thrusts that never went deeper, like he was physically incapable of pushing without your permission.Ā
Tearsāactual tearsāgathered at the corners of his eyes, not falling yet but shimmering there, making his lashes clump together. His eyes glassy and unfocused, locked on yours like you were the only thing tethering him to reality. His bottom lip quivered; drool slipped from the corner of his mouth in an obscene trail that he didnāt even try to wipe away.
āNeed toāfuck.. need to come inside youādeepāwanna feel you clench when I do, wannaāwanna flood you, make it stay, make it takeāpleaseābeen thinking about it so long, your belly getting round, our baby kicking, me feeling it, kissing your bump every morningāfuckāwanna see you waddle, wanna carry you when your feet hurtāwannaāwanna watch you push, hold our kid right after, see them look like youālike meāfuckātwins maybeāgodātwins would be perfect, two little ones, your eyes, my smileāpleaseāmamaāpleaseālet meālet me breed you, fill you up, give you my cum, give you everything, make you a mom, make me a dadāpleaseāpleaseāIāll be so good.. promise! Promise Iāll take care of youāboth of youāfuckācanāt think straightāneed it⦠need you, need to come in youāpleaseājust sayāsay yesāmamaāpleeeeeaseāā
His voice cracked on every other word, rising and falling in uneven pitches. Sometimes the sentences dissolved completely into whimpersāhigh, broken little sounds that vibrated against your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck for a second, inhaling you like a lifeline, then pulling back to look at you again with those pleading eyes.
āGonnaāgonna be the best dad, read bedtime stories, do the voices, teach them soccer, carry them on my shouldersāfuckāwanna see you nurse, wanna taste you after.. wannaāwanna put more in you, keep you pregnant, keep you full, house full of kidsālaughingārunningāLayla chasing themāpleaseāpleaseāIām dyingācanātācanāt hold itāfeels too goodājust the tip.. Fuck.. just a little deeper.. pleaseāmamaāmamaāI love youālove you so much, wanna make a familyāour familyāpleaseāā The last syllable cracked like thin ice. His babbling didnāt stop because heād run out of things to say; it stopped because your silence had finally sunk in, heavy and cold, wrapping around his ribs until he couldnāt pull in a full breath.
The tears that had been trembling on his lashes gave up. Two thick drops fell at once, carving bright, glistening tracks down the flushed, sweat-slick planes of his cheeks.Ā
His whole body sagged.
Shoulders rounded forward, curling in like he was trying to protect the raw, bleeding thing inside his chest. His armsāstill braced on either side of your headāstarted to shake harder, muscles quivering with the effort of holding himself up when all he wanted was to collapse. His cock was still throbbing helplessly against your entrance, still leaking, still nudging in those tiny, little rocks forward like it refused to accept defeat even when the rest of him was crumbling.Ā
He leaned down slowly until his forehead rested against yours. His breaths came in shallow, uneven pants that ghosted hot and damp across your lips. His eyes fluttered shut for one long second; wet lashes brushed your skin like butterfly wings. When they opened again they were red-rimmed, shining, utterly resigned.
He thought this was it.
He thought your silence was the gentlest way you could say no.
A soft, shattered whimper slipped out of himābarely a sound, more air than voiceāas he started to pull back. Just a fraction. Just enough to give you space. Ready to roll off you, to press clumsy, apologetic kisses to your shoulder, to whisper āIām sorry, I got carried away, we can stop, Iāll never bring it up againāā and pretend the ache in his chest wasnāt splitting him open.
But then your hands moved.
Gentle. Certain. Palms cupping both sides of his tear-streaked face, thumbs sweeping under his eyes to catch the fresh drops that kept falling. Your fingers slid into the damp strands at his temples, holding him steady, refusing to let him retreat.
You lifted his head until his gaze locked with yours.
It was the kind of eye contact that stripped everything else away until there was only this: you, him, the trembling space between your mouths.
He froze.Ā
Chest still heaving. Cock still twitching against your soaked folds. But the rest of him went statue-still.
āPut a baby in me, Jake.ā
The words didnāt just land.
They detonated.
For one stunned, suspended secondānothing. Just wide eyes, parted lips and tears, a sharp, painful-sounding inhale that rattled in his throat like heād forgotten how lungs worked.
Then a fresh wave of tears spilledānot from despair this time, but from something so bright and sharp and overwhelming it felt like joy might actually tear him apart. A shaky, disbelieving laugh punched out of his chestāhalf sob, half broken wonderāraw and ugly and beautiful.
And then he snapped.
Not gentle. Not careful.
Feral.
A guttural sound tore from his throat as he surged forward and crashed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. Teeth clacked, tongues tangled immediately, wet and sloppy and frantic. His hands flew from the mattress to your hips, fingers digging in so hard you knew thereād be bruises tomorrowāperfect crescent moons heād trace later with apologies and filthy pride.
He lined himself up with one trembling handāthick head catching at your entrance, already slick with both of youāand then he thrusted.
One long, deep, relentless slide.
Bare.
Hot.
Unforgiving.
He sank in to the hilt in a single, shuddering motion, groaning so loud it vibrated through your entire body. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him immediatelyāno latex, no barrier, just the raw velvet drag of skin on skin, every ridge and vein and pulsing heat of him filling you completely for the first time.
āFuck.. mamaāoh godāā His voice was shreddedā barely holding togetherāas he pulled back halfway, letting you feel every thick inch dragging out of you with torturous friction. The drag was obscene: slick walls clinging to him, trying to keep him inside, only for him to slam back in with brutal force. His hips snapped forward so hard the headboard thudded against the wall, shoving your body higher up the mattress in one rough jolt. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin rang out louder than anything else in the roomāsharp, rhythmic, echoing like a drumbeat that matched the frantic pounding of your hearts.
He fucked you like a man possessedālike every single fantasy heād ever choked back, every late-night spiral, every stolen glance at your stomach while you slept, had finally been unshackled and set loose inside him.
On each inward thrust he ground down, the thick base of his cock pressing hard against your clit, grinding in tight circles that forced sharp, broken cries from your throat. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails heād feel for days; your legs locked tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him deeper, like you couldnāt get enough even as he gave you everything.
āMy mamaāgonna be so pretty⦠gonna be so fullāgonna look so good carrying my babyāour babyāfuckāā
His thrusts grew more erraticādeep slams that knocked the breath out of you, hips rolling hard on every inward stroke so the base of his cock dragged relentlessly over your clit. The wet, obscene squelch of him moving inside you filled the room, louder than his ragged breathing, louder than your own whimpers. His whole body shook with how close he was, muscles locked and trembling as he fought to hold on just a little longer.
āPlease let me come insideāplease, mamaāneed to.. need to fill youāneed to come so deepāpleaseālet me breed you, let me make it real...ā
His hips stuttered, thrusts turning shallow and frantic, cock throbbing thicker inside you, pulsing against your walls like it had its own heartbeat.
You gaspedāback arching hard off the mattress, thighs clamping tighter around him as the coil in your belly wound impossibly tighter.Ā
āCome inside me,ā you begged, voice high and trembling, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. āJakeāpleaseācome inside, put a baby in meāpleaseāā
The words barely left your mouth before he shattered.
A broken cry tore from his throat as his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He came violently, cock pulsing thick and hot inside you, flooding you with rope after rope of cum. His whole body jerked with every spurt, hips grinding deep in tiny circles like he wanted to push it even further, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged. The heat of his release spilled deep, warm and endless, coating your walls, filling you so full you could feel the excess starting to leak out around him even as he stayed buried inside.
You came right after himāhard and suddenāwalls fluttering and clenching around his throbbing length. Your vision whited out for a second; a broken, keening moan ripped from your throat, thighs shaking, toes curling.
He collapsed over youāstill twitching, still leaking the last weak spurts insideāforehead pressed to your shoulder, chest heaving against yours. His arms wrapped around you tight, crushing you to him like he was afraid youād disappear if he let go.
āThank you,ā he whisperedāover and overāvoice hoarse and trembling. āThank youāthank youāmama.. thank youāā
He lifted his head just enough to find your mouth, pressing slow pecks against your lips. One after another: corner of your mouth, your bottom lip, the bow of your upper lip, your cheek, your temple.Ā
āThank you,ā he breathed again, lips brushing yours between every word. āThank you for saying yesāthank you for letting me.ā
You could only lie there beneath him, feeling the slow, warm drip of him leaking out of you where he stayed half-hard and buried deep. Your chest rose and fell in sync with his; your fingers stroked lazy circles through the sweat on his back while he kept pressing those soft, endless pecks to your skin.
He didnāt pull out.
He didnāt want to.
And neither did you.
He just stayed thereāinside you, over you, around youāwhispering thank yous into your hair like a prayer, like heād finally found everything heād ever been searching for.
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synopsis : your one of the few lucky girls who were chosen to attend enhypen's fan sign for their new album. as the horny little freak you are for jake, you decide to take your chance and sneak under the table...
cw : secret handjob/blowjob, cum eating, public humiliation, non-con, mentions of masturbation, deep-throating, gagging, drool, head-pushing, *let me know if i missed anything*
wc : 1.9k
a/n : i know this is extremely unrealistic!! the fantasy has just been lingering in my head..
You were completely and utterly freaked-out.Ā
You were the kind of girl men had wet dreams of. Sexy, slim legs, cold eyesāthe kind that could pierce right through you. Also not to mention your sex drive of a literal god.Ā
But you had your eyes set on one person. The Sim Jaeyun of Enhypen.
Most evenings, youād find yourself twisted in your damp bedsheets, gasping Jakeās name as you scissored your fingers deep inside your cunt.Ā
He had you on your knees. You were down badādesperate. It was honestly pathetic. You wondered what heād think if he knew he had fans who ruined themselves to the thought of him.Ā
Ohā thereās a new angle of his fancam? You had already seen it. New merch? You already owned it. You needed him, and nothing was going to stop you from getting what you wanted.
So here you are, sitting in the crowd, at Enhypenās 2026 fanmeet for their new album release. Your ears rang from how loud it wasāfangirls screaming and yelling to get the boys attention, cameras flashing all over, and the faded bass from their track Big Girls Donāt Cry.
Youāre not sure exactly how it happenedāthe announcement on Weverse had caught your attention one day and you decided to take a shot at the raffle.Ā
Your stomach erupted with butterflies and did a full 360 when you saw your name on the final list. Fuck. You were going to finally meet Jake. You loved all of Enhypen, but there was something about that Aussie charm that shot jolts of electricity right to your core.
An MC finally appeared on stage and announced the starting of the event. They explained that the boys would do a quick introduction, followed by some games, and then the actual fan sign process would start.
Girls around you giggle and whisper to one another, asking each other if their makeup looks nice. Some even look pale as a ghostāsick to the stomach with nervousness. I mean, who could blame them? They were about to meet the Enhypen.Ā
But youāyou were confident. Ready.Ā
Ready to make yourself known to Jake Sim, the man who has you cumming all over your fingers each night.Ā
āPlease remember, 2 minutes with each memberāonce your time is up please move on to the next chair. No touching the members, no giving them gifts, no reaching over the tableā¦ā
Blah blah blah.
The staff was always insanely strict at these events, but again, nothing was gonna stop you from getting what you wanted.
After waiting for around 30 minutes, you stepped onto the stage. It was your turn.Ā
First, you spoke to Heeseung.
He was hot as hell, you couldnāt lie. That perfect side profile, prominent nose and Adam's appleāit could make anyone melt on the spot.
Next was Jay, who was such a gentleman. Always so sweet. You talked about your shared love for F1 racing, and found it adorable how much he nerded out. One thing you noticed right awayāhis eyes darting back and forth to your exposed cleavage. You were straight up eye candy to these boys.
Finally⦠you reached Jake. Fuck, he looked so good today. His new brown curls framed his face perfectly. Your heart slammed against your chest in anticipation. This was your one and only chance to make a move on him.Ā
āHello!ā He was so cute.
You started off with small talk, leaning forward on the table, giving him a clear view of your tits squished together perfectly.Ā
Jake wasnāt oblivious to your tactics. He played alongāeyed your lips for a couple seconds too long, and bit his lip every time you adjusted your shirt. You wore your most expensive perfumeāone that smelled of bourbon and sweet cherries. You smelled like what sex felt like.
Jake found himself taking deeper breathsāinhaling your intoxicating scent. He wished he could spend more time with you. Little did he know he was about to have his wish granted.Ā
āI just love your new album so much, especially Sleep Tight, it really has me feeling some type of way.ā You smirked, your eyes taking in all of his soft features.
His ears immediately turned pinkārealizing that you were talking about his very own song, which was pretty much about getting a girl into his bed. Now, he was imagining that girl was you.
āT-thank youāreally, I mean, that really means a lot to me.ā His aussie accent thickened and his voice dropped lower.Ā
Time was ticking, and you needed to make a move fast.Ā
The staff motioned that your turn was over.
Without even thinking, you purposely dropped your pen you had brought for him to sign with. It fell underneath the table, just barely peeking out from the table cloth that draped to the floor.Ā
You quickly ducked down, pretending to grab the pen.
Jake, like the gentleman he is, was planning on helping you pick it up.
āOops, let me grab that for ya,ā He leaned down, but was only met by your face underneath the table.
Jake gulped, shooting straight back up in his chair, looking around frantically for staff who may be standing nearby.
It was the perfect moment for you to duck underneath the table. Staff was busy yelling at the line of people waiting, music was loud, fans were screamingāno one was paying attention.
You crawled quickly, making sure the tablecloth fully covered you. And it did.Ā
You were about to play the most dangerous game of your life.Ā
You peeked out just enough through the curtain of the tablecloth to see that the next fan had taken their seat, ready to talk to Jakeāwho was currently in a state of panic.
Giggling to yourself, you scooched over to his knees, bracing your hands onto his thighs. You felt him jump.
Jake could feel his cock twitching in his pantsāhis hottest fan was now at his knees, and he could only imagine what you were about to do next.
As slow as you couldāyou took one hand and reached for his belt. Your pace was like molassesāpainfully unhurried. On one hand, you didnāt want to get caught. On the other, you wanted to tease the shit out of him.Ā
You unlooped the belt, setting it beside you. Jake stuttered while talking to the fan, hoping he wasnāt being too obvious.
āOh my goodness Jake! Youāre my bias!ā The fan chirped and bounced in her seat.
āIt-itās so nice to m-meet you..!ā Cute. Jake was now obviously very flustered. Maybe the fan thought she was doing that to him. But really, it was you, and your dainty fingers that started unzipping the fly of his jeans.Ā
You slid your hand in just far enough to reach for his cockāwhich to your surprise was exactly how you had imagined it. Big. Hard. Twitching in his boxers. You palmed him ever so slightly, causing him to flinch as if someone had just pinched him. He bit his lip so hard he could almost taste the metallic tang of blood.Ā
It was dark under the tableāyou could barely see what you were doing. But you slid your hands further into his pants, finding the small hole in the center of his boxers. You pulled him out slowlyāhe was so warm and thick in your hands.
You could only stare at his length in aweāyour mouth watering. You couldnāt wait to gag and slobber all over it.Ā
āCould you sign this shirt for me Jake?ā A different fan was now sitting at the chair.
āY-yeah, of course!ā Jake hissed, gritting his teeth hard. He could feel your warm hand start to wrap around the base of him.Ā
As he grabbed the fan's shirt to sign it, you slowly started pumping him. Your hand traveled up and down firmly over his cock, which was already wet from the leaking precum. He scribbled a messy autograph onto the shirtāhe gripped the pen so hard, trying to keep himself from losing control and drawing all over the place.Ā
Your pace quickened, your wrists twisting to get the perfect coverage around him. He couldnāt help but bite his lips as you increased speed.Ā
āNghāā He whimpered.
Ā Out. Loud.
His eyes went wideāpeople definitely just heard him.
Sunghoon chuckled next to him, āYo dudeāyou good?āĀ
Jake nodded, and explained he had an upset stomach. Yeah right.Ā
The girl talking to Jake started giggling with the girl talking to Sunghoon. Meanwhile, Jakeās face was tomato red. His cheeks were on fire.Ā
His breathing quickened and caught Jayās attention.Ā
āDamn, you must have a really bad stomach ache!āĀ
The surrounding fans and crowd laughed hysterically. It was public humiliation. Maybe that was your new kink. Jake swallowed, forced a chuckle, and continued signing things.
You decided to push the teasing further, bringing his tip to your lips. You gave it small kisses and kitten licks, letting the salty precum dribble onto your tongue. His thighs clenched, and he reached one hand down to your head, pulling on your hair with a steel grip. Finally, you took him all the way into your mouth. God, your mouth felt so full of him. You wasted no time bobbing your head furiously up and down his cock. He shifted restlessly in his seat.Ā
You made loud slurping and gagging noises as he prodded the back of your throat with his tip. He was afraid someone was going to hear you sooner than later.Ā
Drool collected at the sides of your mouth as you continued to hollow your cheeks on him. You were being messy and loudāwhich turned Jake on so much. The thrill of being caught made both of you feel like your skin was on fire.Ā
You could feel his release nearing as his cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth. His hips began bucking into your face, your nose hitting his pubic bone. Each thrust made you gag around his length.Ā
Your panties grew tighter around your folds. You were so slick between your thighs⦠Oh how Jake would love to be in between them right now.Ā
āHi Jake!ā A new fan was now sitting down.
āDo you miss Australia? Howās Layla? Have you eaten today? If you had a girlfriend what wouldā¦ā The sounds of the fanās questions drowned out as you continued to suck him.
All you could hear was the wet gargles and gags that came from your throat, which was being abused by his thick cock.Ā
Jake was close. He stuttered while answering questions, and cursed in between sentences.
āI uhāFuck! Iāuhm, yeah, I miss Australiaāā
At this point, the fan was weirded out. Here was āconfident and sexyā Jake absolutely falling apart in his chair, acting like a complete weirdo. He got suspicious looks from other members as he continued to choke over small whimpers.
Then suddenly, with a groan, his eyes began to roll back into his head. His cock gave one last final twitchāthen spurted out hot seed into your throat.
You gagged slightly, making a mess on the floor. Drool and cum dripped from the sides of your mouth. Jakeās cock was still down your throatāyou bobbed your head furiously, making sure every last drip of cum was milked from him.Ā Ā
Once he finished riding out his pleasure, it became apparent to him how much of a mess he had become. He slouched in his chair, his hair messy, sweat beading at his forehead, and his cheeks burning. He was panting like a dog.
You swallowed his cum with a gulp, letting the salty and musky taste wash over your palette.Ā
Mission fucking accomplished.Ā
Jake knew he had to get your number, or something. He pushed your head back under the table, motioning for you to stay until the fan sign was over. As long as he could have those pretty lips wrapped around his dick again, he was a happy man.Ā
Jake Sim was wrecked for you.
Ā© jakecherries



