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I am doing okay for once, which had my toes are tingling for some amazing smut, and guess what, I came to your page and you put out a cry for me, I think I might need to marry you for that because when i tell you that my back was arched and legs were spread it is not an underestimate.
You and Nicholas haven’t seen each other for a few months, so it’s no surprise that he showed up looking different after all this time. It was always his hair color that changed, which is why when you met again, you weren't shocked to see him blonde after the pink.
But what you hadn’t noticed was the new piece of metal piercing through his tongue now. At first, it felt weird that he was avoiding eye contact and speaking so low; usually, he always maintained eye contact and his voice was sweet and honeyed when flitring with you like always, but you decided to ignore it because the only thing on your mind was fucking him.
"Nicho—," you moan as his tongue flicks over your sensitive clit with speed and moves back down, licking up the drops of fluids escaping from your entrance. "Enough. Stop," you spoke, tugging at his hair to pull him away from your pussy.
"What's wrong?" he asks, resting his head against your thigh, gripping it tightly in that exact moment while keeping his lustful gaze locked onto you.
"I-it feels weird," you explained, looking at him in confusion when a bright smirk spread across his face.
"Are you gonna squirt?" his teasing tone asks you again, leaving a kiss on your thigh. "You can do it."
"No— it's something else, it feels— it feels cold" you said.
"Oh," he chuckled. "You already noticed," he murmured, moving back down to the level of your pussy. "Doesn't it feel good?" He gave you a long lick from your core all the way up to your clit without breaking eye contact, making you feel that exact same cold sensation. "I was excited to use it on you." He stuck his tongue out, showing you the pretty metal barbell nestled right in the middle of it. "I got it done with Maki."
You moaned, squeezing your legs around his head. Nicholas let out a laugh at the sudden pressure of your thighs, but he used his large hands to force you wide open. "Nicholas," you whimper, staring intently at the small metal bead gleaming wetly on his tongue before it vanished inside your pussy again as he went back to attacking your folds.
He slid the tip of his tongue right along the crevice, making sure the chill of the steel rubbed against your walls, which were dripping with his saliva and your own fluids.
A loud scream escaped your lips, and your back arched violently off the mattress. The texture of the metal was unbelievable, creating a sharp contrast against the heat of his saliva and the hot breath he blew against your intimacy every time he took a breath to keep going.
Nicholas kept his eyes pinned to yours while moving his tongue up and down, giving you deep, heavy licks, using the piercing like a roller that pressed and stimulated your most sensitive spot. The clinking of the metal against your wet pussy and his teeth was the only sound filling the room, alongside your uncontrolled whimpers.
Your hands found their way back to his blonde hair, but this time not to push him away, but to desperately shove him closer against you. You were drowning in the pleasure, completely losing your mind over him.
"N-Nicholas... I'm gonna...", you warned him, your pretty voice breaking in your throat, your breathing turning ragged as you felt the spasms coil deep in your core.
He smirked mid-task, feeling the first rush of your climax drench his lips. Instead of stopping, he sucked your clit into his mouth with force, pressing the metal directly against your sweet spot and moving his head rapidly.
"Fuck, Weno!" The world spun out of control. You cum hard right on his face, whimpering his name while your thighs trembled violently against his shoulders.
Nicholas swallowed every single drop of your juices, making a heavy swallowing sound right between your open legs. His mouth sucked desperately at the excess fluids dripping down his chin, licking your labia with slow, heavy strokes so as not to waste an absolute thing from your orgasm.
"Fuck, you're soaked..." He pulled his head back slightly so you could look down at him. His cheeks were glossy, his chin dripping with your slick, and his lips were completely flushed red and wet. Unapologetically, he swiped the tip of his tongue over his top lip, gathering the pooled fluids, and the piercing flashed again, clicking against his bottom teeth.
"You taste so good," he whispered. You let out a whined moan, trying to close your legs from the sheer sensitivity, but he wouldn't let you. Nicholas dug his fingers firmly into your thighs, keeping you pinned wide open for him, forcing you to watch how he relished the mess you had made. "I'm not done cleaning you up yet." He leaned down again, and this time he shoved two fingers deep inside your dripping hole, making you gasp out loud.
As your walls clamped around them, Nicholas used his pierced tongue to lick the base of his own fingers, blending the cold steel with the internal friction of his hand, moving mercilessly inside you. "Be a good girl and cum on my fingers. Do that, and you'll get my dick later."
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!! synopsis: The first thing that you learned in your relationship with Mingi is that he is sensitive beyond belief. You could just brush his thigh and he was already panting. So what if you teased him till he was crying? That doesn't make you bad, right?
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Mingi, soft dom reader, oral (m receiving), pet names, piv (STDS ARE A THING BE SAFE!!!), begging and whining and some more begging, overstimulation, crying, degradation if you squint
a/n based on this requested. Thank you anon, I hope this is what you were looking for.
You both sat on your bed as Mingi was talking about his comeback for Golden Hour Part 5, how hard he and the rest of the members had been working and how excited he was for this one, about how it was giving salsa and how he loved the new sound that they had incorporated into it.
All this while, your fingers scratched at his scalp. The sudden tilt of his head signaled where he wanted you next. You smirked to yourself, and yet he kept at his conversation, which was good. But suppose you trail your fingers down his neck till you're tracing patterns into his thigh.
His words caught in his throat immediately. He didn't care how pathetic it sounded because at the end of the day, no one would know, right? Even if anyone found out, he wasn't sure he would be embarrassed. Though it was really hard to think about anything when your fingers trail up his thigh, shaking slightly as he bit his lip.
"What about the new sound?" you say in a cruel tone.
"Baby, I can't remember what I was talking about when you're touching me like that," he whines when your hand finally reaches his bulge, pressing down on it softly. Another collection of whimpers falls from his lips.
"But I'm not even doing anything," you say, pouting as his hips buck up against your hand.
He looks down at where your hand had found home, and you smile as he gets harder as the seconds pass. "Please stop," his big hand wrapping around your wrist.
"Okay." You take your hand off and place both of them in your lap, looking down at them. His hips twitch at the loss of feeling against his dick, begging for more attention—attention it needed after how hard he had been working the whole comeback.
"No, don't do that," he whines, grabbing your hand again, placing it back on his bulge, grinding hard against it. "Don't tease me, please."
You stroke him through his sweatpants slowly. "What do you want me to do?"
A whine left his throat. He hated asking for it; he didn't want to ask. Actually, it was embarrassing to him, even if it didn't matter. It was submitting more so far off what his fans would think of him as a dominant man who doesn't let anyone tell him what to do, yet he was putty in your hands, and you didn't even touch him the way he craved.
"Touch me here," he says as he drags your hand over to his cock where you feel him throbbing against your hand.
"Here?" you ask innocently, rubbing slightly harder. He bucks up into your hand, a whimper ripping from his throat. "Are you sure, Mingi?"
"Yes, please, baby," he moans, throwing his head back, lost in the pleasure that he was barely getting due to the fabric in the way. You stop, and he opens his eyes to look at you as you hook your fingers on his sweats and boxers to pull them down, freeing his dripping cock to the air.
You watch his member twitch, and you take it back into your hand and blow on it, watching Mingi's face twist in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "What do you think Atiny would think if they saw how whiney you are in bed," you mock. "Do you think they would still bark if they knew you would wear color if I asked?"
"I-I don't know," he whimpers, tears springing to his eyes as you swipe the slit of his cock where more precum drizzles down the length. You slip down the bed, smiling as you slowly lick the salty cum. His eyes lock on yours, a whine slipping out of his throat.
His hips jerk up, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water, you gag slightly, you dig your fingers into his thighs, and he moans, "Y/nnn, fuck, please."
You smirk as you hollow out your cheeks and take him deeper in your mouth. You hum at the taste, and he shoots forward and grips your hair. You place your hand on his flexing stomach, pushing him to lay back down on his back. He moans again at the loss of control.
Your nails claw at his stomach as your head bobs faster. His whimpers, whines, and moans become a melody you bob to as you feel his abs tense up and his cock throbbing harder against your tongue. As his moans find a climax, you pull back, watching a steady stream of precum, and smile to yourself. "Y/N, why would you do that?" he whined, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"I wanna watch you cry when you cum," you say teasingly as you straddle his hips, your lace panties leaving nothing to the imagination as you grind against the lace draping over the tip of his cock. "You think you can do that for me, pretty?"
"Yes, I can, I really can," he whimpers as you pull your panties to the side. Your soaking pussy exposed to the air sends a shiver down your spine. You sink down slowly, every torturous inch for both of you. Mingi's and your groans and moans mingle, lost in pleasure. You watch as his face scrunches in pleasure.
"Fuck, do you feel you stretching me out," you groan.
"Yes, you fe-feel so good," he whimpers out barely, his knuckles going white from how tightly he is gripping the sheets, wandering to grip your hips quickly as you roll your hips forward. Mingi closes his eyes and whimpers out your name. You know he is trying to stop himself from blowing.
"What you're doing, Mingi, is counting sheep," you whisper as you lean your chest on his.
"I'm trying not to cum. I don't want to let you down."
"You're so cute when you work hard to make me proud. You're such a good boy," you say.
You edged him so many times you forgot who wanted to cum more because you were always edging yourself too. Mingi lets out a loud sob. "Please let me cum," he moans, tears rolling down his face. You kiss the tears and smile.
"Cum for me, pretty boy," you smirk as the sound of sloshing skin becomes louder, and your name becomes a prayer falling from Mingi's lips as he spills out into you. His own orgasm triggering your own orgasm as you cum hard on top of him.
His cock twitches inside of you as you roll your hips, overstimulation claiming his bones. "Baby, no more."
I just went through one of the worst depressive epsoides know to man and i would have prob killed myself today but i didnt so my fics will be out sooon so exciting....
。info -> boyfriend maki, sitting in his lap, dry humping, gn reader, clueless reader, short imagine, grinding, cum seepage。 ·
ֹ · ❤︎ ⸝⸝ ──── · x reader ⠀ | smut⠀ 〔+18〕 ॱ ✉️ ִ
you’re sitting in maki’s lap, head nuzzled against his broad chest, legs slung over the chair's armrest in a relaxed position. his hands delicately run through your hair, nails grazing your skull in a tranquil, soothing manner, easing your wary mind through the horror game. he watched the screen, coaching through every level of the game he had played countless times over.
your hands were busy on the controller, fingers cramping with every sudden jolt and button smash. eyes were fixed on the monitor, a glowing beam of light that shone through the dark room. the sound emitted from the pc, vibrations hitting off your wall in a dramatic, loud ring.
every jerk of your fragile body sent a deep sensation of pleasure over him, your ass squeezing more demanding against his hardening cock, sudden motions that had no sexual intent were translated into a filthy product.
his ears perk at every scared whimper that sounded too needy for just fear; his eyes widen as he anxiously tugs at your hoodie for stability. his breaths grew heavy against your head, and you felt the rapid beat of his heart thump against your eardrums.
maki’s hands paused through your hair, grip ever so slightly growing less controllable.
with every small shift, he felt it grow, the unbearable arousal that blurred his once focused mind. it wasn’t very noticeable at first, yet the thickness that built through his sweatpants didn’t go unnoticed. the hard outline was still impossible to miss, even if your brain was elsewhere, the thick, hard tip pushed right against your heat.
his coaching that once thoroughly guided you now crumbled into the ashes of what was once.
the timing felt as if all this “business” would be dealt with after the game. but after never came, his hips grinding against you in gentle motions, rolls that felt less erotic on surface level. his words slurred, brain drunk off the plump press against his cock. precum seeped through his sweatpants, a slick, sticky mess that sat close against your entrance.
your brain singled in on the monitor, squirming over the constant jump of zombies on your screen. your face did that cute expression it always did when you were focused, eyebrows furrowing, eyes widening, lips pouting in a slight pout.
the air was thick, a stream of mixed emotions in the air, some were mutually unrecognized. the way your shoulders slouched and tensed with your growing fear of the game, whereas his head slowly fell back, in a deep, lustful, roughness.
the night continued in a slow, steady pace, mirroring that of his hips, gentle rolls that were checked off as comfortable adjustments.
the game sucked you in, a steep uphill battle through every level, concentration sharp as a knife— a bit too focused on the wrong article.
maki’s orgasm was looming, his hips bucking up against your unknowing entrance, precum seeped deeper through the thin sleep shorts.
his head was thrown back against the chair, nails scuffing the pleather gaming chair, abandoning your body in cold absence. the ghost of his warm embrace still lingered.
his hands grasped again, breathed slowed, grunting past his teeth, and his hips lazily pushed.
he jerked, an assertive thrust of his hips; his cock was twitching now, already throbbing and flushed. spilling hot ropes of white over himself, the liquid seeping deeper through your sleep shorts, evident, damp, and sticky. slicking your panties far enough for your trance to be broken.
you whimpered against the wet feeling, thighs tightening over his filthy mess.
maki’s hips were already turned into a sluggish squirm, groans rattling through the room. your game was long overlooked, sucked into the chasms of his desire.
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Summary: Reader is struggling an internal battle of experiencing a good relationship. She self-sabotaged and despite her effort to ignore her feelings, Wooyoung still affects her. After watching his performance, she has to determine whether she will let her fears continue to hold her back.
Warnings: Mentions of therapy and avoidance. Angsty. No smut included.
A/N: Hiiiiiii! This is my first fic in yearssssssssssssssssssssss. I wanted to give it a try because this song was in my read and it inspired me to write about one of my favs. It's super short and I really just wanted to write this scene. However, it can be expanded on in the future maybe! Anyway, leave feedback if you'd like. Just remember to be kind <3
Word Count: 924
Curiosity finally won the the war in your mind and reluctantly you mustarded all your strength to press play.
Your ears were filled with the sound of beautiful acoustic guitar. The camera panned out to capture the three young men: San, Jongho and of course, Wooyoung.
Suddenly, you heard them beginning to sing in a three part harmony. Their voices blending beautiful in a familiar tune. When they began to sing the words your heart stopped.
She said
I would be with you forever (Forever)
She said
She said I’m in love with you
(Forever)
She said now baby don’t forget
(Forever)
That no one’s gonna love you more.
Suddenly, all the memories started flooding in. The nights to spent together cuddling on your couch as the records you collected played in the background. He was so interested to know through your music taste. As an artist, he believed it exposed apart of a person’s soul. What they’re made up of. Janet Jackson, En Vouge, New Edition, Destiny’s Child, and Bobby Brown were apart of your most played artists. Including the group they were covering now, Hi-Five.
You then realized there was a reason why Wooyoung was singing lead. He was channeling his heartbreak through music. Heartbreak you caused.
All day long, I just think of you.
Think of your love yeah,yeah
All I need
I’ll do whatever it takes
Just please forgive me
Please don’t forget
That no one’s gonna love you more
You clutched your t-shirt in your fist. You felt so much pain it was hard to inhale a steady breath. You couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down your face. Nor the sobs that racked through your chest. All the emotions you tried to distract yourself from came pouring out. You tried to drink it away, dance it away, change it with your hair. The pain never left. It just made you even sadder. You could not escape this. Your love for him was too great. His impact on you was so severe. You felt him every where like a ghost. You ignored his attempts at contact. You couldn’t bare the weight of the fear you had for loving him. How much power he had. How he held the most tender parts of you.
However, unlike you, he never let it stop him from expressing his love. It must have been scary for him too. Putting your heart on the line is the most vulnerable feelings in the world. You were always so panicked by the hold he had over you. Always questioning his intentions. It drove you crazy how at every attempt at pushing him away he would stand sturdy. He never let you get away. He never made you feel bad for being scared. Always an anchor in your sea of doubts, trauma and irrational fears. He loved you anyway. He loved you even while you shut him out. Even to the point of creativity. To perform.
You listened to the video over and over. You couldn’t stop looking at him. His passion and conviction as he sang this words in his beautiful light tone. You were awed by his talented just as much as his heart that he laid bare. Did he know you were gonna see this? Did he know that this was gonna crack the hard shell you hand on? Did he know the longing for him was gonna ache so much? You had to know.
You wiped your face with the hem of your shirt while trying to get a hold on yourself. You opened Instagram and like a spark of fate, his page was recommended to you. He just posted a new picture. He and his group just won a Daesang. The most prestigious award an artist could make in their field. A great sense of pride swelled in your chest. You know how hard he works and how driven he is to be his very best. It’s his way of repaying the love and dedication to his fans.
A fresh wave of tears rattled through you. He was dealing with heartbreak while preparing for one of the most important stages of his career. Guilt and shame clawed at you.
You wondered if it was a mistake seeking him out. However, you were reminded that Wooyoung was a very intentional man. Especially in the case of loving you. So, while completely full of terror of the unknown, you liked the picture.
To your dismay, you immediately got a notification. He… DMed you? You can’t even begin to fathom how he caught that with the sea of alerts he must be getting.
Wooyounggg__: Don’t.
Wooyounggg__: Don’t you dare do this if you aren’t coming back to me.
Wooyounggg__: I don’t want to play any games.
Wooyounggg__: I can’t handle it.
You were shaking. You didn’t wanna make a hasty decision. Especially with the clear boundary he gave you. You wanted to be sure. For now, you swiped out of the app and put your phone down. You needed to think. You needed to confide in someone. You looked at the time and remembered you had a therapy appointment in less than an hour. You took a breath and walked into your home office. You needed to write your thoughts down so you could cover everything you wanted to discuss.
This was going to be a hard a session. You needed to make sure you were as open as possible. Especially for the potential hard truths you were going to hear. This was going to be a lot. With a shaky breath you said aloud, "He deserves this... I deserve this."
IN WHICH... It's the 4th of July, and you can't stop staring at the way your boyfriend is eating watermelon: his lips flushed and his chin dripping. You can't help but wonder what else that mouth can do...
WC: 2k
Content/Warnings: MDNI, Established Relationship, Touch of Fluff, Jake is so cute and bf material UGH, Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex (receiving), Sitting on Jake's Face, Riding Jake's Nose
Ari's Note: I totally forgot about the 4th until a few days ago, so I decided to whip up this little treat. Enjoy luvs! (I hope I didn't ruin watermelon for you) 😳
You watched Jake’s lips close around the watermelon across the table, his tongue darting out to lick up the dripping red juice.
Your fingers clenched around your lemonade glass, the cold from the ice doing little to distract you from the sound of his mouth sucking at the fruit.
To your right, your mom was telling some story about the time she and her friends set off fireworks in their backyard, scorching so much of the grass she’d been grounded for a month.
You tried to listen, but the way your boyfriend was eating through the plate of watermelon on the table was driving you insane. His lips were stained a darker shade of pink, his soft brown hair slightly tousled from the breeze that brushed over the lake, and his eyes…they danced like stars.
Ever since you invited Jake to come home to the States with you for the 4th of July, he’d been giddy with excitement. He showed you outfits he was thinking of wearing (almost always some iteration of red, white, and blue); he talked about fireworks, parades, parties… and then there was the food.
Every night, he’d ask you about the typical food that Americans had during the holiday, looking at you with wide eyes as you described burgers, hot dogs, steak, ice cream, corn, watermelon…the list went on.
Now that he was here, he ate like a madman, sitting at the table on your family’s patio in his baggy jeans and white and red long-sleeved shirt, licking his lips as watermelon juice dripped down his chin.
You could think of another use for those lips…and it had nothing to do with food and everything to do with the ache between your legs.
Jake caught your eye and tilted his head as he noticed your strained expression, a strand of hair falling over his eye.
God, he was adorable. You couldn’t believe he was yours half the time.
You smiled and glanced down at his mouth, letting your teeth scrape against your bottom lip as you looked up at him through your lashes.
His eyes dropped to your lips, darkening slightly as realization flooded his features.
“So Jake, how’s the weather in Seoul this time of year?”
Jake’s head whipped towards your dad, who was looking at him curiously, a beer propped on his knee.
“Oh, it’s pretty warm, not so different from here actually,” Jake said, a polite smile on his face.
“That’s good, I wouldn't want you melting on us.” Your dad chuckled. “y/n tells us she’s been struggling to stay cool.”
“It always feels hotter in the city.” You said, “So it’s nice to be back where it’s a little…quieter.”
Jake took another bite of watermelon, and this time, he looked straight at you as he sucked the juice into his mouth, the sound going straight to your core.
You glared at him, shifting slightly in your seat.
He just smiled, holding his hand up to cover his laugh.
“Enjoying the watermelon, Jake?” Your mom asked, glancing at the almost empty plate.
Jake nodded, his fluffy hair bobbing cutely. “It’s so good, thank you for all the food.”
“Of course! We’re so happy to have you. Maybe y/n will come home more if you’re willing to go with her.” She shot you a pointed look.
Jake chuckled. “I’ll try to convince her.”
You nudged Jake’s foot under the table, pointing to the house with your eyes, your chin resting on your hand as you bit back a smile.
Jake glanced at his phone before looking back at your parents, a mask of a frown on his face. “I just noticed my phone is about to die; I’m gonna go plug it in.” He stood up. “Do you guys need anything?”
You stood up too, almost tripping over your chair leg as you stepped away from the table. “I’ll go with you; you said you forgot your charger on the plane, didn’t you?”
Jake nodded, a flicker of amusement on his face. “Oh yeah babe, I almost forgot, can I borrow one?”
“Yeah, I’ll show you where we keep the extras.” You walked towards the door. “We’ll be right back!”
Your mom waved you off. “Take your time, honey!”
The second you were out of your parents' line of sight, you grabbed Jake’s hand, heading straight for your room.
Jake laughed at your eagerness. “That was some good quick thinking back there; I’ll have to make sure I hide my charger from them the rest of the trip.”
“Just say you were wrong and found it buried in your bag or something.” You said, finally reaching your door and closing it behind the two of you.
Jake bit his bottom lip, looking you up and down with a teasing smile. You felt a flutter in your stomach. Even though you’d been together for six months, you still felt as lovesick around him as the first week you started dating. Everything he did made your stomach flip and your heart race; it was both exhilarating and exhausting. Because with him, you were on top of the world, but without him you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Not to mention the physical aspect.
Your sex drive had been low your entire life. You thought it was just how you were wired—an inherent part of you that would never change.
But then you met Jake, and that theory went completely out the window.
For the first month, you felt like you were in a porno. You fucked on the couch, on the counters, in the shower, in the car…it was an addiction that only applied to Jake—triggered by his eyes, his hands, and his lips that he never stopped playing with.
It drove you crazy how he bit them, licked them, and rolled them between his fingers. It was a torture tactic designed especially for you, and he knew it.
“You really couldn’t wait till after dinner?” Jake feigned annoyance, but you could tell by the curve of his mouth that he loved seeing you desperate for him.
You put your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating under your fingers. “Nope, you looked way too good eating that watermelon, and now I have a problem that only you can solve.” You glanced down.
“Is that so? Are you jealous of a piece of fruit, baby?” Jake said, his voice low in a way that sank under your skin.
You laughed softly. “Maybe…”
He rested his forehead on yours, his hand holding the back of your neck. “Your parents will be wondering where we are pretty soon.”
“I guess we better hurry then.”
Without wasting another second, you leaned in and connected your lips.
Jake responded immediately, sighing as his hands dropped to your waist, pulling you against him.
You slipped your tongue in his mouth, smiling when you felt the sticky watermelon residue on the corners of his lips.
He pushed you towards the bed until you were sitting down, staring up at him with glassy eyes. Jake gently pushed you onto your back, placing kisses down your jaw. “Where do you want me, baby?” He smirked against your skin. “How can I solve your ‘problem’?”
“Your tongue, Jake; I need your tongue.”
He pulled away to look at you, his lips swollen from kissing. “Wanna sit on my face?” He kissed you again. “Ride my nose?”
Your eyes widened, and you nodded quickly, already sitting up, the pressure in your core aching.
Jake climbed onto the bed and motioned you towards him, his eyes dark and locked on your crotch.
You fumbled at the zipper on your jeans, sighing when you pulled down the fabric and your wet pussy hit cold air.
Jake groaned from the bed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Come here.”
You swung your leg over his waist, moving up until you were perched above his face, thighs straddling his head.
Jake’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers tight as he lowered you towards him.
When his lips made contact with your folds, you gasped, leaning against the headboard for support as jolts of pleasure shot up your spine.
You felt his tongue lick a stripe up towards your clit, lapping at your wetness gathering around your entrance the same way he sucked up the watermelon juice.
“Fuck, Jake.” You groaned, sinking lower onto his skull.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending another shiver down your back.
You ground against his face, moaning when you felt your clit brush against his large nose. You pressed down a little harder, causing Jake’s fingers to dig into your hips, keeping you just raised enough where he could breathe, but close enough where he had easy access to every inch of you.
The pressure of his nose against your sensitive bundle of nerves was divine, adding just the right amount of stimulation as his tongue teased your entrance.
You reached down to tangle your fingers through his hair, drawing a whimper deep from his throat.
“Jake baby, you feel so good.” You sighed, looking down to watch your juices glisten over his nose.
His voice sounded from below. “You taste so sweet,” he mumbled against your folds, “could eat this pussy all day.”
You rubbed your clit against his nose again, moving in small circles to create little explosions of pleasure shooting through your body.
Jake groaned and pulled you even closer, spearing his tongue through your hole, making you gasp and arch against the headboard.
He moved your hips against his tongue in a fast and steady rhythm, the friction slight but torturous as the rough texture of his tongue rubbed against your walls.
You started fucking his face, moving in gentle thrusts so you felt the stimulation from his nose and tongue at the same time.
“Jake, I’m close!” You cried, trying not to be too loud in case your parents had come back into the house.
In response, Jake shifted you down and sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning loudly as he felt your thighs start to tremble around his head.
Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt your climax approaching, building like a firecracker about to blow.
With a final suck on your clit, the wet sound echoing against the walls of the room, your orgasm crashed over you, rising like a sea of sparklers as your mouth opened in a silent gasp.
Jake didn’t stop. He devoured you like the watermelon was an appetizer and you were the main course, slurping at your juices with a starving intensity that left you breathless.
You leaned your head against the headboard as the aftershocks subsided, leaving nothing but a warm emptiness between your legs.
Slowly, you lifted off of Jake’s face, swinging your leg back over his waist and collapsing beside him on the bed.
He was panting softly, eyes following your every move as you settled beside him. “Problem solved?”
You chuckled weakly. “Always my favorite problem solver.”
He smiled, his nose and mouth still glistening with your juices, making his skin glow even more than it usually did.
“Have anything else I need to fix?”
You smoothed out a few strands of his now-messy hair, giggling at the cowlick that refused to go down.
“I’ll let you know.”
“At this point, I feel like we need another excuse for why we were gone so long,” Jake said, looking at you fondly.
You leaned in and kissed his lips, smiling as you tasted yourself on him. “Just say your mom called or something.”
He hummed softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss.
After a few seconds, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “What’d I do to deserve you?”
You looked back at him, staring with so much adoration you thought your heart would burst. “I ask myself that every day.”
Jake brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Happy 4th, Love.”
You pecked his nose, a dumb grin plastered on your face. “Happy 4th, Jakey.”
can i req perv! taki with an older partner . . . ? i lovee ur writing style btww ! >____<
𓈒 ⊹ ❤︎₊ perv!taki × older f!reader
🪽 note : thanks for the req >< it’s my first ever req and i hope i don’t disappoint. enjoyy ! !
warnings♡ pervert behaviour, unprotected sex. oki im clueless with warnings ...
you met taki when he was in junior year and you were in your senior year. he was such a puppy you immediately had your hands on him.
today was the weekend, taki woke up before you. he stared at you for a while before getting on with his routine. the morning light hit you as you came back to the world after a much needed rest. you walked inside kitchen and saw taki who was making you both some breakfast. “ morning baby.. ” you said hoarsely with half lidded eyes as he smiled. his eyes glanced at your chest — no bra with a white tee. dangerous woman. he internally groaned, his grip on the pan tightened. you, oblivion to the situation filled a cup of water for yourself. taki suddenly put his arm out to grab something that caused the water to spill over you. accidentally. yes, that’s what you’d think but it was intentional. his eyes widened, “ im so sorry i didn’t see you. ” his gaze dropped to your nipples peeking through the wet white tee. he smiled before helping you out of the tshirt. you confusedly looked at him as he stripped you half naked in the kitchen. “ you’ll catch cold. go take a warm bath quickly. ” he said as he walked you to the bathroom — it was so sweet, he is so sweet.
after turning on the shower and putting it on the settings as per your preference, you stripped down completely inside the bathroom while the curtains remained still. on the hand, taki silently took out his phone and secretly clicked a few photos of you. you thought he left but he was there, drooling over how the warm fog curled around you as if you were a living goddess. the water tickled down as he bite down his lips to suppress a whimper of desperate desire flowing uncontrollably through his entire body. each atom in his body screamed for him to fuck you raw right there and there but he was supposed to be invisible — not to get caught clicking pictures of you for his collection to jerk off to whenever you were not with him. as you dried yourself, you noticed a small noise of footstep. taki silently walked away as his mind filled with the most inappropriate position to please you.
you sat down at the dining table as he set the table with delicious breakfast. “ eat up. we will go to the amusement park later. ” he looked up at you and smiled sweetly. “ aw really ? ” you pulled him down to sit beside you to eat. after eating and cleaning up a bit, you both were getting ready to leave.
[...]
the whole date was basically taki screaming at each ride, either scared or enjoying. at some point, you questioned if he is enjoying it or is actually scared to death. you couldn’t help but take care of him after a rollercoaster ride. he was looking so shaken like a cute pup. “ are you really okay, taki ? ” you let out a little suppressed laugh as he rolled his eyes. “ i am completely fine ! ”
it was dark since the sun has set down when you two took the subway to go back home. it was really crowded now. you held taki’s hand as you guided him.
inside the train, it was crowded as well. you pulled taki behind you. he immediately groaned. he slowly took out his phone and clicked a photo under your skirt without your permission, without your knowledge. he just did that for his collection again. some people were entering and hence a little jerk caused you to clash on taki slightly. he groaned next to your ear from behind you. “ mommy nghh need you. ” he whimpered in your ear as he started to rub himself on your ass. “ behave. it’s public. ” he shook his head and chuckled. “ so what ? are you sacred ? really now ? ” he rubbed his bulge and wrapped his arms around your waist. no one will know. well at least he thought. you got off the train and you dragged him back home. as soon as you both made it inside the house, you pushed him on the couch. “ daring enough huh ? ” he smiled stupidly. “ tell me pretty boy, what is the deal with you today ? ”
“ i said i need you. ” his voice came out strained and rough. “ what if i refuse to— ” he immediately switched your positions as he was on top of you now. “ i will force. ”
“ wha- what? taki— ” before any questions or protests could come out of your mouth, he pushed two fingers inside your mouth — trying to reach your throat. you struggled to say something but it was all useless, he had you where he exactly wanted. his other hand came up to grip both your wrists together. he removed his fingers from your mouth and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall just enough to free his cock. he slid down your panties down as he lift up your skirt. he inserted himself slowly — almost like a settling pain down your stomach without any prep or lubrication. he wanted it to feel painfully raw and dry. he didn’t gave a fuck about pain or discomfort — he started moving already. “ taki— !! ” you whimpered as he kept thrusting in and out, occasionally pulling out to thrust back deep. you were a moaning mess with tears flowing down your flushed cheeks. he kissed your tears away but he didn’t soften his rough pace. “ holy christ, you are so beautiful. ” he gasped out hoarsely in between his uneven and heavy breaths. your eyes were half-lidded, hair spread out over the pillow and eyes teary — to him this was the most angelic sight ever.
a knot formed in your stomach and your toes curled up as he kept hitting the spot that maked you stargaze. with a specific deep thrust, you came all over him and on the sheets. he kept moving through your orgasm while running to chase his own. your insides felt warm as the thick white ropes explode inside you with pleasure and finality. he collapsed on top of you as he let the aftershock of the heated sex take down. “ i love you y/n. ” he said sleepily before drifting off to his dreamland while his softened dick was still inside of you, stretching you and filling you up to your stomach. after moving on top of him with his dick still inside, you drifted off to sleep too <3.
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