— riding your boyfriend out of jealousy [ sim jaeyun ]
content: 18+ [ MDNI!!! ], male reader, submissive top! jake x dominant bottom! reader, multiple rounds and creampies, cowgirl, 69, possesive reader, jake is a pathetic puppy, filthy
You were bouncing on his cock like you had something to prove, nails scraping down his chest hard enough to leave marks. Jake was already panting, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his eyes glassy as he stared up at you like you were a god he’d been begging his whole life to worship.
“Mine,” you growled, sinking down hard enough to make him whimper. “She was looking at you like you belonged to her. Touching you like she fucking owned you.”
Jake shook his head frantically, breath hitching when you clenched around him. “No, no, baby—fuck—never. I don’t want her. I don’t even fucking see her.” His hands gripped your waist like he was terrified you’d vanish. “I only see you. Always you.”
You leaned forward, lips brushing his ear as you spat, voice low and venomous, “Her pussy would never taste as good as my ass.”
Jake let out the filthiest, most desperate moan you’d ever heard from him. His whole body jolted under you like your words had shocked him straight down to his spine. His grip on your hips turned bruising, cock twitching deep inside you.
“F-fuck, M/N—don’t—don’t say that unless you want me to lose it,” he gasped, eyes rolling back as he thrust up helplessly into you.
You smirked, grinding down in slow, punishing circles, letting the thick stretch of him drag against every sensitive spot inside you. “What, puppy? Gonna cum just from thinking about how good your tongue looks buried in my ass?”
His groan was guttural, like it was ripped straight out of his chest. He was falling apart, body trembling, abs flexing under your hands as you rode him raw. “You—you don’t get it,” Jake stammered, voice broken, “I think about it all the fucking time. When I’m at the gym, when I’m in class, when I’m trying to sleep—I’m obsessed. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Your jealousy simmered down into smug, wicked satisfaction. You tightened around him deliberately, making him whimper, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
“Good,” you hissed, dragging your lips across his jaw, biting down hard enough to make him groan. “Stay obsessed. Stay mine. She’ll never get what I give you. Nobody will.”
Jake’s response was feral. He snapped. One second you were in control, grinding down on him with spiteful precision, and the next he had you flipped onto your back, legs pinned wide open. His eyes were blown black with lust, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temple as he loomed over you.
“You think I’d ever look at her?” he growled, voice dark and ragged as he slammed into you, forcing a cry out of your throat. “No one—no fucking one—can touch me the way you do. No one tastes like you, no one feels like you, no one fucking owns me like you do, M/N.”
And with each thrust, he drove the point home—burying himself to the hilt, dragging your body across the couch cushions as his cock punched deep, exactly where you needed him.
“Say it,” you moaned, gripping his shoulders, eyes rolling back. “Say it again.”
Jake’s lips crashed against yours, teeth clashing, spit and desperation mixing in a kiss that felt more like a brand than affection. When he broke away, he groaned into your mouth, “Yours. Fucking yours. Forever.”
He was already on edge, but you didn’t let him breathe. Even after he came deep inside you, you clenched down on him and rolled your hips like you were determined to milk every last drop out of him.
Jake’s face was a mess—flushed, damp with sweat, lips swollen from kissing you raw. His abs tensed under your palms, every vein on his neck and arms popping out as he whimpered. Actual whimpers, high-pitched and needy, the kind of sounds you never thought he’d make until you ruined him enough times to know better.
“M/N—f-fuck—I just came—” he cried, hips twitching up anyway, his cock already hardening again inside you.
You smirked wickedly, dragging your nails down his chest. “And you’ll cum again, puppy. You’re not done until I say you’re done.”
He whimpered into your mouth when you kissed him again, his body trembling under your control. You shifted just enough so that when you clenched, his cum spilled out around his cock, dripping down your thighs, wetting his skin. Jake’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and obsessed, watching the mess.
“Oh my—fuck—look at you,” he groaned, one hand shooting down to your ass, spreading you open so he could watch his seed leak out. “I swear, M/N—I’d fill you every fucking day if you let me. Every day. I’d keep you stuffed so full of me you’d forget what empty feels like.”
You leaned down, licking the sweat off his jaw before biting it sharp enough to make him gasp. “You already do, Jake. You’re pathetic. I let you cum in me once and now you can’t stop.”
He shuddered, cock twitching back to life inside you, and it made you laugh breathlessly against his lips. “See? You’re hard again already. Puppy really can’t control himself.”
Jake moaned, wrapping his arms tight around you, holding you like if he let go you’d disappear. His voice was broken when he confessed, “I can’t help it, baby. You make me crazy. You fucking own me.”
You clenched hard, forcing a sob out of him. He bucked up desperately, chasing more, even though his body was already overworked.
“That’s right,” you whispered darkly, lips brushing his ear. “You’re mine to ruin. Mine to keep. No pussy, no girl, nobody else will ever give you this. Only me.”
“Only you,” Jake repeated instantly, like it was gospel. His eyes rolled back when you started grinding again, slow and cruel, making sure he felt every ounce of overstimulation. “F-fuck, M/N, I’m yours—just yours—forever—”
And then he broke again, cumming inside you with a guttural cry, body jerking beneath you as tears slid from the corners of his eyes.
You just sat there, riding out his orgasm, smirking down at him. “Pathetic. My puppy can’t even last five minutes without filling me again.”
Jake was already wrecked—sweat dripping down his temples, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. But you didn’t let him rest. Not when you were still rock-hard yourself, still greedy, still jealous.
You lifted your hips just enough to let his cock slide almost all the way out of you, watching how slick and messy it was, glistening with both your cum. His eyes followed it too, dazed and hungry, like he was addicted to the sight of you using him.
“M/N… baby… please,” he whined, voice cracked and raw. “I can’t—f-fuck—I can’t—”
You slammed back down, making him choke on his own words. His whole body arched, hands flying to your waist, but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“You can,” you hissed, leaning down so your nose brushed his. “Because I’m not done with you yet. You’re not allowed to be done until I say so.”
He sobbed out a moan, tears welling in his eyes as you bounced harder, your ass clapping against his thighs with every thrust. The overstimulation made him thrash, made his legs tremble, but his cock stayed impossibly hard inside you, throbbing, pulsing, desperate to give you more.
“M/N—” he cried, and you cut him off with a sharp bite to his lower lip.
“Say it.”
He blinked through the blur of tears. “S-say what?”
“Who owns you?” you growled, grinding down slow and mean, squeezing him tight enough to make his hips jolt up involuntarily.
“You—fuck—you own me!” Jake wailed, head thrashing back against the pillow. “I’m yours, baby, I’m only yours!”
You smirked, satisfied, and rode him harder. His moans grew louder, borderline pornographic, filling the room until your ears rang with them. He begged into your mouth between sloppy kisses, babbling nonsense—“Please, don’t stop, don’t let go, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, just keep me full, keep me yours.”
And then, unbelievably, he came again. You felt it flood inside you, hot and endless, his cock twitching violently as he cried out your name like it was the only word he knew. You didn’t stop moving, not for a second, milking him mercilessly.
Jake was sobbing by the end, shaking under you, his body too sensitive but his eyes wild with obsession. “B-baby, I can’t—oh my god—I’m yours, I’m yours, I swear—fuck—”
You leaned down, licking the tears off his cheeks, your voice dark and tender all at once. “Good boy. Keep cumming for me. Prove you’re mine.”
And he did—because no matter how overstimulated, how wrecked, how broken down you made him, Jake’s cock just kept giving, desperate to please you, desperate to belong to you.
He was still trembling beneath you, his chest streaked with sweat and his lips kiss-bruised, but you weren’t close to finished. You climbed off him slowly, watching his cock twitch against his stomach, red and soaked in the mess of both your releases.
Jake blinked up at you, glassy-eyed, voice hoarse. “B-baby… I don’t think I can—”
You smirked, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you. “You don’t have to think, Jake. Just do what I say.”
His breath caught, pupils blowing wide, and he nodded instantly. “Yes, sir.”
You crawled up, straddling his face. His hands immediately gripped your thighs, needy and trembling, pulling you down until your ass pressed against his mouth. He moaned like he’d just been given his favorite meal, tongue darting out to taste you.
But this time, you gave him no mercy—you leaned forward, wrapped your fist around his cock, and swallowed him down your throat. The taste of his cum still coated him, bitter and salty, but you didn’t care—you wanted to ruin him further.
Jake screamed into your hole, the vibrations of his voice making you moan around his dick. His hips bucked off the bed, trying to shove himself deeper into your throat, even as his tongue worked desperately between your cheeks, licking up every drop of your mixed release.
“God—fuck—baby,” he choked between licks, his voice muffled against you. “You taste—ngh—you taste so good—oh my god, I could die like this.”
You pulled off his cock just long enough to growl, “Shut up and eat your cum like a good boy.” Then you shoved him back into your mouth, bobbing your head ruthlessly, your throat flexing around him.
Jake sobbed, obeying instantly. His tongue worked harder, slurping up the mess dripping out of you, swallowing like it was holy water. His hands clawed at your hips, nails digging into your skin as he tried to drag you even deeper onto his face.
You were both moaning now, loud and desperate, the obscene mix of sucking, slurping, and choked cries filling the room. Jake’s cock pulsed violently in your throat, already leaking again, and you smirked around him—he was close, even though he’d just cum twice.
You pulled off with a wet pop, spit dripping from your chin. “Pathetic,” you taunted, grinding harder onto his mouth. “You’re gonna cum again just from eating yourself out, huh?”
Jake whined against you, shaking his head even though his cock twitched like crazy. His voice broke as he tried to speak with his mouth still buried in your ass. “P-please—I can’t—f-fuck—I’m yours, M/N, I’m only yours—”
You stroked his cock with slow, cruel twists of your wrist while riding his face, your voice dark and amused. “Then prove it. Make yourself cum with my taste in your mouth. Show me you’re my puppy.”
And that was all it took. Jake arched under you, body convulsing as he spilled himself across his stomach, crying into your hole as he came untouched except for your grip and the humiliation of being forced to eat his own cum out of you.
When you finally pulled back, he was a ruined mess—his face soaked, chest glistening, tears streaking down his cheeks, cock twitching weakly against his stomach. He looked up at you with raw devotion, panting hard.
“See?” you murmured, tugging his hair so he’d look you dead in the eye. “No pussy will ever taste like this.”
Jake nodded instantly, voice broken but full of worship. “Never—never, baby. Only you. Only you.”
a/n: i was actually shaking while writing this. submissive puppy top jaeyun 🔛🔝 i need him so bad since 2021 😭 i hope y’all enjoy this!
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