hi hi, can you write jake doggystyle? idk why but whenever i think of doggystyle my mind goes to jake also wait... let me cook, jake used to be like a frat and jay and sunghoon like tease him cus they think yn is like innocent and when there doing it sunghoon and jay come into the house..... 🕷
𖦹 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑏𝑜𝑦!𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 / 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 ꫂ
You’re on all fours on Jake’s bed, the sheets twisted beneath your knees, your back arched deep as he grips your hips hard enough to leave marks. His cock slams into you from behind in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deep and rough, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with your broken moans. Jake’s fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you back onto him every time he bottoms out, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fucks you like he’s trying to prove something.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice low and wrecked. “You take me so fucking well. Look at you, creaming all over my dick like a greedy little slut.”
You can’t answer with words, only a desperate whine as your face presses into the pillow, ass high in the air for him. He’s been at it for what feels like forever, pounding you in doggystyle because he knows it’s your favorite, knows it makes you fall apart fastest. Your thighs are slick with your own arousal, dripping down onto the sheets, and every time he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, you feel yourself clench around him involuntarily, milking him.
Jake used to be the ultimate frat boy back in the day, loud, cocky, always throwing parties and hooking up with whoever caught his eye. Jay and Sunghoon never let him forget it. They still tease him constantly about how he’s supposedly “settled down” now that he’s with you, always calling you the sweet innocent one, the good girl who blushes at their jokes and keeps Jake on a leash. They have no idea what you’re really like behind closed doors, no idea that you’re the one who begs him to fuck you harder, to treat you like his personal fucktoy.
Right now Jake is giving you exactly what you asked for earlier when you whispered in his ear that you wanted him to ruin you. He’s sweating, hair sticking to his forehead, hips snapping forward brutally as he watches his cock disappear into your soaked pussy over and over.
“God, you’re so tight,” he growls, reaching down to rub rough circles over your clit. “My perfect little whore. You love this, don’t you? Love getting fucked like a bitch in heat.”
“Yes,” you sob, pushing back against him, chasing the pressure on your clit. “Jake, please, don’t stop, fuck me harder.”
He laughs breathlessly and obliges, gripping your hair to pull your head back so you’re forced to arch even more. The new angle has him hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, and you cry out loudly, too lost in pleasure to care about volume.
“That’s it,” he praises darkly. “Scream for me. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”
You’re so close, teetering right on the edge, when the front door downstairs slams open. Heavy footsteps and familiar voices echo up the stairs.
“Yo, Jake! You home, man?” Jay calls out, laughter in his tone. “We brought beer and that new game you wanted to try!”
Sunghoon’s voice follows right after, amused. “Yeah, where’s your little angel? We figured she’d have you wrapped around her finger doing couple shit by now.”
Jake freezes mid-thrust, buried balls deep inside you, his grip on your hair tightening for a second. Your eyes widen in panic, but your body betrays you, clenching hard around his cock at the thrill of almost being caught. Jake exhales a shaky breath against your shoulder, clearly fighting the urge to keep moving.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, then raises his voice. “Uh, yeah! I’m upstairs, give me a sec!”
Jay snorts loudly from the living room. “A sec? Bro, we’re coming up. Don’t tell me you’re jerking off or some shit.”
Footsteps start up the stairs, two sets, casual and unhurried. Jake swears again, quieter this time, and pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with your juices. You whimper at the loss, collapsing forward onto the bed, thighs trembling.
“Stay there,” he whispers urgently, grabbing a pillow and tossing it over your bare ass just as the bedroom door swings open.
Jay and Sunghoon stop dead in the doorway, beers in hand, eyes flicking from Jake’s flushed face and obvious hard-on straining against the sweatpants he barely managed to yank up, to you curled on the bed with only a pillow covering you, face buried in the sheets, hair a mess.
For a second nobody speaks.
Then Jay’s mouth curves into a slow, wicked grin. “Well, well. Looks like the innocent little princess isn’t so innocent after all.”
Sunghoon leans against the doorframe, eyebrow raised, gaze dragging over your exposed back and the marks Jake left on your hips peeking out from under the pillow. “Damn, Jake. Didn’t know you still had it in you, frat boy. Thought domestic life turned you soft.”
Jake runs a hand through his hair, trying to look casual and failing miserably. “Can you two fuck off for like five minutes?”
Jay laughs outright, stepping into the room like he owns it. “Five minutes? Bro, you look two strokes away from blowing your load. We interrupted something good, didn’t we?”
You feel heat flood your face, but there’s a throb between your legs at the way they’re both looking at you now, like they’re seeing you in a whole new light. Sunghoon tilts his head, smirking.
“Hi, angel,” he says, voice teasing. “Didn’t know you liked it rough. Jake’s been holding out on us.”
Jake steps in front of the bed protectively, but you can hear the strain in his voice. “Seriously, get out.”
Jay ignores him completely, eyes locked on you. “You okay under there, sweetheart? Need us to rescue you from the big bad wolf?”
You lift your head just enough to glare at them over your shoulder, voice hoarse from screaming minutes ago. “I was perfectly fine until you two barged in.”
Both of them blink, clearly not expecting you to talk back, and then Sunghoon lets out a low whistle.
“Oh shit,” he says, grinning wide. “She’s feisty. Jake, you lucky bastard.”
Jake groans, rubbing his face. “You’re both assholes.”
Jay raises his beer in a mock toast. “And you’re both very, very naked. We’ll be downstairs whenever you’re done… continuing whatever the hell we walked in on.”
They finally back out, still laughing, pulling the door closed behind them. The second it clicks shut, Jake turns to you, eyes dark again.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough.
You push the pillow off and roll onto your back, spreading your legs for him without a word. His gaze drops between your thighs, seeing how wet you still are, and he growls low in his throat.
“Fuck waiting,” he says, climbing back onto the bed. “Let them hear. I’m finishing what I started.”
He flips you over again, yanks your hips up, and slides back inside in one hard thrust that makes you scream his name loud enough for the whole house to hear.
Jake thrusts into you again with brutal force, the bed frame slamming against the wall in a steady, punishing rhythm that echoes through the entire house. Your face is buried in the pillow, muffling your screams as he pounds into you from behind, his cock stretching you wide, filling you completely with every deep stroke. Your pussy clenches around him greedily, soaked and dripping, the lewd wet sounds of him fucking you mixing with your desperate moans and his low growls.
“Fuck yes,” Jake snarls, gripping your hips tighter, yanking you back to meet each thrust. “Take it all, baby. Let those idiots downstairs hear how good I fuck you. Let them know you’re my dirty little slut.”
You can hear Jay and Sunghoon downstairs, their voices carrying up the stairs at first casual laughter that slowly quiets as the sounds from the bedroom grow impossible to ignore. The rhythmic thumping, your high-pitched cries, Jake’s filthy words barked out loud enough to carry. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but it only makes you wetter, your body trembling as Jake reaches around to pinch your clit hard, rolling it between his fingers.
“You’re soaking the sheets,” he groans, voice thick with lust. “You love this, don’t you? Love knowing they’re listening to me rail you like a whore.”
“Yes,” you sob, pushing back against him, ass bouncing with every impact. “Jake, oh god, harder, please.”
He obliges immediately, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back, arching your spine as he slams into you even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. Your orgasm builds fast and overwhelming, coiling tight in your belly until you shatter, screaming his name as your pussy spasms around his cock, gushing wetly down your thighs.
“That’s it,” he praises darkly, not slowing down even as you shake through it. “Come all over my dick. Milk me, baby.”
Downstairs, the talking has stopped entirely. You can picture them Jay sprawled on the couch with that cocky smirk, Sunghoon leaning against the counter, both of them shifting uncomfortably as they listen to you fall apart.
Jake doesn’t last much longer after that. Your clenching walls pull him over the edge, and he buries himself deep with a guttural moan, spilling hot inside you in thick pulses that you feel everywhere. He stays pressed against you for a moment, both of you breathing hard, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades.
Eventually he pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy with a satisfied hum. He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, both of you sweaty and spent.
You think that’s it, that you’ll clean up and go downstairs to face the inevitable teasing, but minutes later there’s a knock on the door. Jake tenses, then calls out lazily, “What now?”
The door cracks open and Jay pokes his head in, eyes gleaming with mischief. Sunghoon is right behind him, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Damn,” Jay says, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “We could hear everything. Sounded like you were trying to break the bed, man.”
Sunghoon follows, closing the door behind them, his gaze sliding over your naked body curled against Jake, the mess between your thighs still visible. “Yeah. Thought the neighbors were gonna call the cops with how loud she was screaming your name.”
Jake groans, pulling the sheet over you both halfheartedly. “You two have no boundaries.”
Jay laughs, dropping into the chair across the room like he belongs there. “Boundaries? After that audio porn show? Nah. We’re invested now.”
You hide your face against Jake’s chest, mortified but still buzzing from the afterglow. Sunghoon sits on the edge of the bed, close enough that you feel the mattress dip.
“Seriously though,” he says, voice lower, teasing edge sharpened with something darker. “Didn’t know our sweet little angel had that in her. All those times we called you innocent, and here you are getting fucked senseless.”
Jake smirks despite himself, arm tightening around you possessively. “Told you guys she’s not as pure as she looks.”
Jay leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on you. “So what’s the deal? You always this loud, sweetheart? Or does Jake just know exactly how to wreck you?”
You peek out from Jake’s chest, biting your lip. The embarrassment is still there, but so is the thrill, the way both of them are looking at you now like you’re something they want to devour. “Maybe both,” you murmur, voice husky.
All three of them go still for a second. Then Jay lets out a low whistle. “Oh shit. She’s got claws.”
Sunghoon’s smile turns predatory. “Careful, Jake. Sounds like your girl’s feeling bold.”
Jake’s hand slides down your back under the sheet, possessive and warning. “She’s mine,” he says firmly, but there’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before. “But yeah. She is.”
The air in the room shifts, thick with unspoken tension. Jay and Sunghoon exchange a glance, something passing between them that makes your pulse race.
Jay stands up slowly, stretching. “Well. We’ll let you two… recover. But next time you decide to put on a show, maybe invite us to watch properly.”
Sunghoon stands too, smirking as he heads for the door. “Or join.”
They leave with matching grins, the door clicking shut behind them. Jake exhales, then looks down at you, eyebrow raised.
“You okay?” he asks, thumb brushing your cheek.
You nod, heart pounding, a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs at the thought of what they just suggested. “More than okay.”
Jake’s eyes darken as he reads your expression. “Fuck,” he mutters, already hardening against your thigh. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”
He rolls you onto your back again, spreading your legs wide, his cum still dripping out of you as he lines himself up.
“Round two?” he asks, voice rough.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Make it loud,” you whisper. “Let them hear everything again.”
Jake pins you to the mattress again, sliding back inside your soaked pussy in one smooth, deep thrust that drags a loud moan from your throat before you can stop it. The mix of his fresh cum and your arousal makes everything slick and obscene, every stroke producing wet, filthy sounds that carry far too easily through the thin walls. He sets a hard, deliberate pace, hips snapping forward, the bed creaking rhythmically as he fucks you like he wants the entire house to know exactly what’s happening.
“Fuck, you’re still so full of me,” he growls against your ear, one hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “Gonna fill you up again, baby. Make you drip all night.”
You try to bite your lip, remembering they’re right downstairs, but it’s impossible to stay quiet when he’s hitting that spot over and over, his cock dragging against your walls in the way that makes your eyes roll back. Your moans spill out louder than you mean them to, sharp cries of his name mixing with the slap of skin on skin.
Downstairs, the low murmur of Jay and Sunghoon’s conversation cuts off abruptly. You hear a muffled groan, then Jay’s voice, irritated and loud enough to carry up the stairs.
“Jesus Christ, are they starting again? We’re literally right here.”
Sunghoon’s laugh is strained. “Bro, I can hear everything. The bed, her screaming, all of it. This is brutal.”
Another loud thud from the bedframe against the wall, timed perfectly with Jake’s next deep thrust, and you hear Jay curse under his breath.
“Come on, man! Have some fucking mercy. We’re trying to chill down here.”
Your face burns hot with embarrassment, cheeks flaming as the reality hits that they can hear every detail. You bury your face in the pillow, voice muffled. “Jake, they’re complaining… maybe we should quiet down…”
He doesn’t slow down for a second. If anything, he thrusts harder, making you gasp sharply. His hand slides up to grip your jaw, turning your head so you have to look at him over your shoulder.
“No,” he says firmly, voice low and rough. “This is my house. My bed. My girl. They can put headphones in or fuck off if they don’t like it.”
Another loud moan rips out of you involuntarily as he grinds deep, and you hear Sunghoon groan in frustration downstairs.
“Seriously? Again? Jake, you’re being a dick!”
That’s the last straw for Jake. He stills inside you for a moment, breathing hard, then pulls out slowly, leaving you clenching around nothing and whimpering at the loss. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor, yanks them on without bothering with underwear, his cock still half-hard and obvious against the fabric.
“Stay here,” he mutters to you, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before storming out of the room.
You pull the sheet over yourself, heart pounding, mortified heat still flooding your face as you listen to his heavy footsteps on the stairs.
Jake reaches the living room where Jay is slouched on the couch with a beer, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, while Sunghoon leans against the kitchen island, looking equally annoyed.
“What the hell, man?” Jay starts immediately. “We get it, you’re getting laid, but do you have to make it a fucking concert? Some of us are trying to relax without a live porno soundtrack.”
Sunghoon nods, arms folded. “Yeah, it’s gross. We’re your friends, not audience members.”
Jake stands there, chest still heaving from exertion, sweat glistening on his skin, and stares them both down with a look that could freeze fire.
“You two walked into my room uninvited,” he says, voice calm but edged with steel. “Caught us in the middle of something private, made your little jokes, and then planted yourselves downstairs like you own the place. Now you’re bitching because you can hear what you already knew was happening?”
Jay opens his mouth to argue, but Jake cuts him off.
“No. Listen. This is my house. She’s my girlfriend. We fuck when we want, how we want, as loud as we want. If you don’t like it, there’s the door. You don’t get to barge in, tease her about it, and then act all pissed off when we don’t stop for your comfort.”
Sunghoon shifts uncomfortably, glancing away. “We didn’t mean—”
“You did,” Jake interrupts. “You’ve been calling her innocent for months, teasing me about going soft, acting like she’s some pure little angel. Then the second you realize she’s not, that she likes it rough and loud, you get all squeamish? That’s on you, not us.”
Jay exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fair. We were dicks about walking in.”
“Yeah, you were,” Jake says bluntly. “So either deal with it like adults, or leave. But don’t come at me like I owe you silence in my own home.”
The room goes quiet for a long beat. Sunghoon finally nods, looking properly chastised. “Alright. Point taken.”
Jay lifts his beer in a small salute. “Won’t say another word. Promise.”
Jake stares at them a second longer, making sure it sinks in, then turns and heads back upstairs without another word.
When he slips back into the bedroom, you’re curled under the sheet, face still pink, biting your lip anxiously. He climbs onto the bed, tugging the sheet away gently and pulling you into his arms.
“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing hair from your face.
You nod, but your voice is small. “I was so embarrassed… they heard everything.”
He kisses your forehead, then your lips, slow and deep. “Let them hear. I don’t care. You’re mine, and I’m not hiding how much I want you. Not for anyone.”
His hand slides down between your thighs, finding you still soaked and sensitive, and he groans quietly. “Fuck, you’re still dripping. Want me to finish what we started?”
You hesitate for only a second before wrapping your arms around his neck, legs parting for him. “Yes. But… maybe a little quieter?”
Jake smirks, sliding back inside you slowly, filling you inch by inch until you’re both sighing. “No promises, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “But I’ll try… for now.”
Jake moves slowly at first, trying to keep his promise, each deep thrust deliberate and controlled as he fills you completely, your walls still slick with his cum and your arousal. The wet slide of him inside you is quiet at the start, but the pleasure builds fast, your body responding with involuntary shudders and soft gasps. You bite down hard on your lip, forcing yourself to stay silent, cheeks burning as memories of Jay and Sunghoon’s complaints echo in your head. You turn your face into the pillow, muffling every sound, clenching around him but refusing to let a single moan escape.
He notices immediately. His rhythm falters for a second, hips slowing as he leans over you, breath hot against your ear.
“What’s this?” he murmurs, voice low but edged with amusement. “You’re being all quiet now? Holding everything in like a good little girl?”
You don’t answer, just press your lips tighter together as he thrusts again, deeper this time, making your thighs tremble. A tiny whimper slips out despite your effort, and you immediately clamp down harder, embarrassed heat flooding your face.
Jake chuckles darkly, but the sound turns sharper, irritation creeping in. He grabs your chin, turning your head so you have to meet his eyes. They’re dark, intense, a storm brewing behind the lust.
“Baby,” he says, voice dropping dangerously low, thrusts stopping altogether so he’s buried deep and still inside you. “Don’t you fucking dare start hiding from me now. Not after everything.”
You swallow hard, eyes flickering away, still silent.
His jaw tightens, and he pulls back slightly only to slam in hard once, forcing a choked gasp from you before you bite it back. He growls, actual frustration flashing across his face.
“You think you need to be quiet because of them? Because they heard you getting fucked like you deserve? That’s bullshit. You were screaming my name ten minutes ago, begging me to ruin you, and now you’re acting ashamed? Like what we do is something to hide?”
He starts moving again, harder than before, each thrust punctuated with his words, the bed creaking louder despite his earlier promise.
“I told them to deal with it or leave. I meant it. And I’m sure as hell not letting my girl turn into some embarrassed little thing because two idiots downstairs can’t handle hearing how much you love my cock.”
You whimper softly, unable to hold it in completely, but still trying to stay quieter than before. That only seems to anger him more.
Jake laughs again, bitter this time, shaking his head as he pulls out abruptly. You whine at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already climbing off the bed, yanking his sweatpants back on with sharp, angry movements.
“Fine,” he snaps, voice cold. “You wanna play quiet and embarrassed? Enjoy it.”
He storms out of the room without another word, slamming the door hard enough to make you flinch. You lie there for a moment, stunned, irritation rising hot in your chest. He’s the one who promised to try quieter, and now he’s mad at you for doing exactly that?
Heavy footsteps thud down the stairs. You hear the fridge open, the clink of glass, and then silence followed by the unmistakable sound of someone chugging an entire beer in one go. Low voices murmur Jay and Sunghoon saying something, Jake responding in short, clipped words.
You pull the sheet around yourself, fuming. After a few minutes of stewing, you get up, throw on one of Jake’s oversized shirts and a pair of shorts, and march downstairs, irritation buzzing under your skin.
The three of them are sprawled in the living room. Jake is on the couch, fresh beer in hand, legs spread wide, jaw tight as he stares at the TV without really watching. Jay and Sunghoon glance up when you enter, offering small waves and careful smiles, clearly trying not to set anything off.
You drop into the armchair across from Jake, arms crossed, glaring at him. He meets your eyes for a second, then looks away, taking a slow sip of his beer.
Conversation starts awkwardly. Jay tries to lighten the mood, talking about the game they were supposed to play earlier, asking if anyone wants another round of beers. Sunghoon chimes in with some story about work, keeping it neutral.
Jake answers in short sentences, tension radiating off him. Every time you speak, agreeing with Sunghoon or laughing politely at Jay’s joke, Jake’s eyes flick to you, dark and unreadable.
The subtle arguing starts small.
Jay asks what everyone wants for dinner, suggesting pizza.
“Pizza’s fine,” you say, voice tight.
Jake shrugs. “Whatever. Not like it matters.”
You shoot him a look. “Could’ve just said you don’t care instead of acting like a brat.”
His eyes narrow instantly. Jay and Sunghoon freeze, glancing between you two.
Jake leans forward, elbows on his knees, voice low but cutting. “I’m acting like a brat? You’re the one who went dead silent upstairs like you’re ashamed of me.”
You scoff quietly, trying to keep it discreet in front of the others. “I was trying to be considerate after your friends complained. You’re the one who threw a tantrum and stormed out.”
Sunghoon clears his throat awkwardly. “Uh, maybe we should—”
Jake ignores him, staring straight at you. “Considerate? Or just letting them win? Letting them make you feel like what we do is wrong?”
You roll your eyes, irritation boiling over into something sharper. “Oh my god, get over yourself. Not everything is about your ego. Maybe I just didn’t want to listen to you lecture me like I’m a child while you’re literally inside me.”
The room goes dead silent. Jay chokes on his beer. Sunghoon stares at the floor.
Jake’s eyes flash dangerously. He sets his beer down with deliberate calm, stands up, and crosses the room in two strides. Before you can react, his hand wraps firmly around your wrist.
“We’re done here,” he says, voice low and controlled, but the grip is unyielding.
He pulls you up and starts marching you toward the stairs. You try to yank your arm back, but he doesn’t let go, dragging you along with quiet determination.
“Jake—” you hiss, aware of the audience.
He doesn’t answer, just keeps moving until you’re both back in the bedroom. The door shuts with a firm click, and he releases your wrist only to crowd you against the wall, hands braced on either side of your head.
“You wanna talk back like that in front of them?” he asks, voice rough, eyes blazing. “Call me a brat? Act like I’m the problem when you’re the one hiding how much you love getting fucked?”
You lift your chin defiantly, heart racing. “Maybe if you didn’t turn everything into a power trip—”
He cuts you off by crashing his mouth against yours, hard and possessive, swallowing whatever retort you had. When he pulls back, you’re both breathing fast.
“Take the shirt off,” he orders, voice dark. “Now. We’re fixing this attitude.”
Jake doesn’t wait for you to obey. His hands are already on you, yanking the oversized shirt over your head in one rough pull, tossing it aside like it offended him. The shorts follow just as fast, dragged down your legs and kicked away, leaving you completely bare against the wall. His sweatpants are shoved down just enough to free his cock, hard and thick again, flushed dark with need. He grips your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist, and lines himself up, thrusting into you in one brutal stroke that punches the air from your lungs.
You cry out sharply, the sound echoing loud in the room, way louder than anything earlier. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you hard and deep, hips slamming forward, pinning you to the wall with every thrust. Your back scrapes against the paint, but the sting only adds to the overwhelming heat, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you like he’s trying to rewrite your entire nervous system.
“That’s better,” he growls against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. “No more of that quiet bullshit. You’re gonna scream for me, baby. Gonna make you so fucking stupid on this dick you forget how to be embarrassed.”
He angles his hips just right, grinding deep on every stroke, the head of his cock kissing your cervix until your eyes roll back. Your mouth falls open, broken moans spilling out uncontrollably, louder and needier than before, high-pitched and desperate. You can’t stop them, can’t control anything anymore. Your brain is already starting to fuzz at the edges, thoughts scattering like static.
“Louder,” he demands, voice dark and relentless. He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, making your whole body jolt. “Let them hear how dumb I make you. Let them know you’re my stupid little cockslut who can’t think when she’s getting fucked like this.”
Another thrust, harder, and your mind blanks completely. Words dissolve into nothing but whimpers and sobs, your legs shaking as you cling to his shoulders. You’re drooling a little, lips slick, eyes unfocused and glassy. Every brutal stroke wipes another layer of coherence away until all you know is the thick drag of his cock stretching you open, filling you over and over, the wet obscene sounds of your pussy taking him so greedily.
He spins you suddenly, bending you over the edge of the bed, ass up, face pressed into the mattress. Your knees barely hold you up as he slams back inside from behind, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back, forcing your cries out into the open air. The angle is devastating, his cock hitting so deep your vision whites out for a second.
“There it is,” he groans, voice wrecked with satisfaction. “Look at you. Already fucked stupid. Can’t even form words anymore, can you? Just taking my cock like a perfect dumb little whore.”
You try to answer, but all that comes out is a slurred, pathetic moan, high and loud, echoing off the walls. Your pussy clenches around him involuntarily, gushing wetter with every thrust, dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. You’re babbling now, nonsense sounds and broken pleas, louder than you’ve ever been, completely lost in the pleasure. Your whole body is trembling, oversensitive and overwhelmed, clit throbbing untouched but still sending sparks up your spine.
He reaches around to rub rough circles over it, and you scream, actual scream, the sound raw and filthy as your orgasm crashes through you without warning. Your walls spasm hard around him, milking his cock desperately, and you squirt messily, soaking his hand and the bed beneath you. Your mind goes completely blank, nothing but white-hot pleasure and the thick cock still pounding into you relentlessly.
“Fuck yes,” he snarls, not slowing down even as you shake and sob through it. “Scream louder, baby. Make sure every fucking person in this house knows you’re getting your brains fucked out. My dumb little girl, coming so hard you can’t even think straight.”
You’re too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore. Another orgasm builds fast on the heels of the first, and when it hits, you wail his name, voice cracking, body convulsing as you gush again. He groans loud, hips stuttering, and finally buries himself deep, coming hot and thick inside you, pulse after pulse until you’re overflowing, his cum and yours mixing and leaking out around his cock.
He stays inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing hard, your body limp and boneless, mind still floating in that hazy, fucked-out space where nothing exists except the ache between your legs and the warmth of him surrounding you.
When he finally pulls out, you collapse forward onto the bed, trembling, drooling a little onto the sheets, completely blissed out and unable to form a single coherent thought. He lies down beside you, pulling you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your damp forehead.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice soft now but still rough with satisfaction. “So fucking perfect when you let go like that.”
You’re still boneless when Jake finally carries you to the bathroom, running a warm cloth between your legs with gentle strokes that make you shiver even though you’re utterly spent. He cleans you up slowly, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your shoulder, murmuring quiet praises about how perfect you were, how beautiful you sounded, how you drove him crazy. The anger from earlier is gone, replaced by that possessive tenderness he always slips into after he’s wrecked you completely.
He dresses you in one of his soft hoodies and a fresh pair of his boxers because your legs are still too shaky to bother with anything else, then pulls on sweatpants and a t-shirt himself. His hand stays at the small of your back as you both head downstairs, your fingers laced with his like he’s making sure you’re steady.
The living room smells like pizza. Boxes are open on the coffee table, a couple of fresh beers cracked, the TV playing some random sports highlights on low volume. Jay and Sunghoon are sprawled out like nothing ever happened, Jay cross-legged on the floor tearing into a slice, Sunghoon lounging on the couch with his feet up.
They both glance up when you walk in. Jay’s grin is immediate and evil.
“Well, look who finally decided to join the living,” he says around a mouthful of pepperoni. “Thought you two were gonna break the damn house down.”
Sunghoon snorts, grabbing another slice. “Seriously. I was about to call animal control. Thought there was a wild cat getting murdered up there.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, but Jake just steers you to the couch, pulling you down onto his lap instead of letting you sit separately. His arms loop around your waist possessively, chin resting on your shoulder like he’s claiming you all over again in front of them.
“Keep talking,” Jake says calmly, reaching over you to snag a slice of pizza. “See how long it takes before I kick both your asses out.”
Jay laughs, loud and unrepentant. “Bro, we’re traumatized. I need therapy after that audio experience. I didn’t know you had that kind of stamina anymore, old man. Thought domestic life had you tapping out early.”
Sunghoon points his beer bottle at you, smirking. “And you. Quiet little angel my ass. You were up there screaming like you were auditioning for an adult film. Oscar-worthy performance, sweetheart.”
You hide your face against Jake’s neck, mortified but also giggling because they’re ridiculous. Jake’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle behind you, his hand sliding up under the hoodie to rest warm and firm against your bare stomach.
“She’s allowed to be loud,” Jake says, voice casual but edged with pride. “Especially when I’m doing my job right.”
Jay throws a balled-up napkin at him. “Cocky bastard. We get it, you’re a sex god. Spare the details next time, yeah? Some of us are trying to eat without picturing your bare ass.”
Sunghoon leans forward, eyes glinting with mischief. “Though I gotta ask, does she always squirt like that or was that a special occasion? Asking for science.”
You squeak, burying your face deeper, and Jake’s arms tighten around you protectively even as he laughs.
“Watch it,” he warns, but there’s no real heat in it now. “Talk about her like that again and I’ll make you listen to round three up close.”
Jay holds his hands up in surrender, still grinning. “Peace, peace. We’re just jealous. She’s cute when she’s all flustered like this.”
You peek out, cheeks burning, and flip Jay off weakly. He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest.
“Oh shit, she’s got fight in her too. Jake, your girl’s perfect. Violent and loud in bed. You hit the jackpot.”
Sunghoon nods solemnly. “Ten out of ten. Would not interrupt again. Probably.”
Jake rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, feeding you a bite of his pizza when you turn your head toward him. You take it, licking sauce off your lip, and he watches the motion with dark eyes, thumb brushing your waist like he’s already thinking about later.
The teasing keeps going, light and easy now, the earlier tension completely dissolved into the comfortable rhythm of friends who’ve known each other too long. Jay tells a stupid story about some girl at a bar last weekend, Sunghoon roasts him mercilessly, and Jake chimes in with dry comments while his hands stay on you the whole time, grounding and warm.
You relax against him bit by bit, full of pizza and safe in his arms, the embarrassment fading into something almost fond. Every now and then one of them tosses another playful jab your way, but Jake shuts it down with a look or a quick retort, always pulling you closer like he’s reminding everyone exactly who you belong to.
And when you yawn eventually, tired and sated, he presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs low enough only you can hear, “Ready for bed, baby? Or you want me to carry you up and make you scream again?”
You shiver, hiding your smile against his neck, and the boys groan in unison.
“Jesus, take it upstairs already,” Jay complains, throwing another napkin. “We’re begging you.”
Jake just laughs, standing up with you still wrapped around him like a koala, your legs around his waist.
“Night, losers,” he calls over his shoulder, already heading for the stairs.
And as he carries you back to bed, you know the teasing will probably never fully stop, but right now, with his heartbeat steady under your cheek and his hands firm on your body, you really don’t care.
