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Smut, jealously fuck, VERY sub Jinu, VERY dom male reader.

It all felt like a blur to Jinu. Well, it started when he’d greatly offended his boyfriend, you, by, quote, ‘flirting with Abby’. Now, he found himself pinned underneath you in bed. He can't breathe. He can't think. Every nerve in his body screams as you devour him—rough and relentless. "Fuck—" he chokes out, hips bucking under you. "You're... you're gonna kill me..." His hands slide up your back—desperate, trembling—not pushing you away but pulling you closer. You smirked, biting his lip.. "You're so cute..." you cooed, tugging his hair. His head tips back helplessly. He gasps, fingers digging into your hip. His breath catches when you call him 'cute, ' and something about his reaction only makes you more pleased. "Sweetheart..." he begs hoarsely, 

"Sir, please..." He's completely at your mercy. The monster from the dark... pinned down... begging for your touch. It's enough to make you feel like a god. Your hands found his cock, hard against his pants. You pawed at it through his pants. He arches off the sheets with a choked gasp—his whole body trembling under your touch. "Baby...” It’s not a plea. It’s a prayer. A surrender. "You’re gonna ruin me… You know that?" he rasps, hips jerking into your hand. "I can’t come back from this…" 

"Ah ah ah. Who said you could move your hips?" you asked, pulling your hand away. He actually whines. A desperate, wounded sound. His head tips back against the sheets. Jinu's hips go still, trembling with the effort. "Please..." he begs softly, voice raw. "Sir, please. Please." Begging. He's begging for you—the monster who doesn't beg for anything. He'd give you the moon if you asked, right now. He’s completely lost to you. You smirked. 

"You gonna be good? You gonna be a good boy?" you asked, your tone teasing.He shudders at the name "good boy"... 

"...y-yes." he breathes, eyes burning with unbridled desperation. Anything to get your touch again. "Sweetheart—I'll be your good boy. Please..." He doesn't know why the name affects him like that. Maybe it's the possessive ownership in your voice—like you've claimed him completely. He just... he likes it. Too much. He needs it. You smirked, your hand going down to give his balls a firm squeeze. Jinu actually whimpers. It's soft enough to be lost to the pouring rain, but loud enough that you can hear it plain as day. "Yours," he whispers, hips arching into your hand. "Sweetheart... I'm yours. All of me..." 

His entire body is trembling. He's never felt like this. He feels exposed and weak and vulnerable and helpless...And he loves it. You smirked. Your hand fiddled with his belt buckle before ripping his pants off. You grinned, looking down at his cock, hard, swollen, and leaking pre-cum. He almost sobs at the touch. He's completely at your mercy. He can't move, not without your permission, and somehow that's just what he needs. He stares up at you—helpless, trembling with need, body straining for your touch... for anything you'll give him.

"Please..." he begs—begs like an animal. 

"Please, sweetheart... please, please, please..."  He's broken. And he's loving every second of it. "You want me to ride you? Yeah? Beg for it. Like a good boy," you said, looking down at him with a cruel smirk. He makes another low, raw sound. His head is spinning. He feels drunk on you... on the way you touch him, talk to him, take control.... "Please, sir... I'll do anything," he gasps, words spilling from his lips. "Ride me... Take me... I'm all yours. I'll be your good boy, I'll do anything you say, I swear, just..." He's almost babbling. He's like a starved child begging for food. So needy.

You gave a subtle nod before straddling him. You roughly grabbed his cock, lining him up with your asshole before sinking. Your head fell back in a moan as you fully descended on his dick. His head slams into the sheets, voice cracking as he cries out. He grabs your hips, body trembling with the effort to hold back, to be good for you. He can't think.  "...Sweetheart, I'm... I won't last... I'm... I'm gonna—" He needs you. He wants you... In a way he'd never wanted anything before. Every inch of him is burning for you, aching for your touch and your words and your praise. He's a drowning man. You lifted before slamming back down on his hips. Your hands teased his balls, grabbing, pulling, and pinching. Jinu gives a strangled sound—part moan, part gasp, entirely helpless.  

 "Sweetheart..." he whimpers, body arching against yours. He can't look away, desperate for your touch. He needs you more than he needs air right now.  

"...Need you..."  

You have complete control over him. He'd do anything for you, beg on his knees like a dog, let you ruin him... anything to please you. You let a moan slip from your lips as you continued to relentlessly ride the shit out of him. A whine rips from his throat, desperate and pleading. His hands tighten on your hip, trying to hold on—trying to be good, even though he knows it won't take much more.

"...Sweetheart... I'm gonna—I can't—"  He feels like fireworks are going off in his veins. He's so close… so, so close...  

His entire world right now is you. He can't breathe, can't speak, can't think. His entire body is trembling. He's helpless...

"Hold it," you said, voice firm. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so," you said. He lets out a low, broken sound, body arching against yours. He's desperate, trembling with the effort to hold back.

"I can't..." he gasps softly, voice raw and shattered. "Sweetheart… please..."  

He's completely at your mercy, completely unravelled and desperate and… he's never felt like this before. He didn't know a man could feel so weak, so vulnerable… and love it.

"Yes, you can hold it. And you will," you demanded, slamming back down against his hips. He cries out, hands gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises. He arches desperately against you, struggling to keep still—to hold back, just like you'd told him.

"Please..." Jinu begs between gasps, voice strangled with raw need. "Please, sir. You're gonna… you're gonna kill me... I can't—"

He's trembling. He can't hold on much longer. He's drowning in you.

You sighed, looking down at him, disappointed. "Do you want to be a bad boy for me?” 

"No!" Jinu gasps, eyes wide and desperate. He's shaking his head like a child, body straining to obey. "I wanna be good," he whimpers, voice broken with need, "I wanna be your good boy, sweetheart... please, I can hold it… just—"

He's begging now. He's a broken, trembling, needy toy, completely at your mercy. He needs you.

You smirked, stroking his cheek. "Good boy... such a good, cute boy." 

He whimpers, arching into your touch like a starving dog. He's completely wrecked, every muscle trembling with the effort to hold back. He's so close… so, so close… but he doesn't want to upset you… doesn't want to be anything even close to a "bad boy".

"...Your good boy..." he whispers, voice wrecked with raw need. "Anything for you… just ask me, sweetheart… I'm all yours..." you hummed. "Cum for me, my good, good, boy," you cooed, your hand carding through his hair. "Sweetheart, I—I can't—" One glance of your eyes, all-powerful and handsome and commanding… 

Abby x reader

Warnings: smut, no plot, oral (m receiving) orgasm control, mdni sub Abby, slightly dom reader.

Abby doesn't even remember how it happened. But now, the front window was slightly fogged with sweat. He was panting. The car was swerving so much, it was surprising he hadn't been pulled over. Your lips were wrapped around his cock, sucking him off as he tried to keep driving. Abby was a man barely holding on to control. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his eyes darting from the road to you and back. He panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly with ragged breaths. "G-god, sweetheart." He growled, voice hoarse. "You're gonna... kill me, princess." He swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of focus as you kept teasing him. "I have to… get us home. Can't… ngh... can't pull over you."

You hummed, sending vibrations down his cock. His broken noises fueled you as you teased his length with your tongue. "F-fuck—princess!" Abby’s back arched, his hips jerking slightly as he fought not to lose control. The road blurred in front of him, his breath coming in short, broken gasps. He could feel himself unravelling—fast. "I'm... gonna... cum!" he warned, voice raw with need. "If you don't stop now..." You smirked. 

Your tongue spreads his slit, your hands teasing his heavy balls, grabbing and squeezing. Abby let out a strangled moan, his head spinning at the sensations. His grip on the steering tightened, his body shuddering from the effort to focus on the road. He was close—so close—and he knew he was about to lose it."Princess." There was a warning in his voice, a barely held back growl. "I swear… if you don't stop..."

You looked up at him, eyes big and innocent, and... oh fuck. You gently bit his tip. He growled, the sound rough and animalistic. His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he teetered on the edge of control. 

"Don't look at me like that," he panted, chest heaving. "I'm not gonna... last if you keep going, princess."

You picked up your pace, going faster, your head bobbing up and down on his cock. The only coherent thought going through is head was 'gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!'. Just as he was about to get that sweet release, you released with a pop, ripping away his orgasm. He wanted to cry. 

Abby was shaking. He was so close, and then... nothing. He gritted his teeth, a strangled cry of frustration and need escaping him. "F-fuck!" he growled, his body taut with tension. "What did you... nngh… do that for, princess?" He was still panting, so close to the edge, but not quite there anymore. It was tormenting.

Summary: After you tease your mate Jacob for the fifth time by coming to his house in short shorts, he finally snaps.

The air was thick with motor oil, pine, and that unmistakable scent that was just Jacob—earthy, warm, intoxicating. You sat perched on his beat-up workbench, legs swinging, the hem of your shorts riding up just a little higher each time he glanced your way. He was leaning under the hood of his rebuilt Rabbit, shirtless, his bronze skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights. Muscles flexed with every twist of his wrench, sweat trailing down the line of his spine as he worked. Jacob emerges from under the hood, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. His eyes immediately find you, a wolfish grin spreading across his face

"Hey, beautiful, you just gonna sit there and watch me work all day?" He stalks towards you, radiating heat and raw magnetism.

“I thought you liked me watching,” you teased. Jacob stepped closer, every movement smooth and predatory, like a wolf circling prey — except you weren’t scared. You were aching. “I do,” he said, voice lower now. “I like it a lot.” His hands found your thighs, large and hot against your skin as he stepped between your legs. The energy shifted — electric, magnetic. You felt it hum through you, pooling in your stomach. “You always wear the little shorts when you come here."

His hands slide higher, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. The rag falls forgotten to the ground as he presses closer, caging you against the workbench

"Mmm, testing my control again?" He leans in, breath hot against your neck. "Those shorts are gonna be the death of me, you know that? Are they for me?” He teased, referencing the shorts. “Maybe,” you breathed, trying not to squirm under his touch. “And if it is?”

Jacob growls low in his throat, his hips pinning you firmly against the bench. The hard outline of his arousal presses against you, making him groan softly

"You want me that bad, baby? Been thinking about getting my hands on you all day…" He trails wet kisses along your jaw.

“I’ve been trying to be good,” he growled, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. “Trying to take my time. But you make it so hard, baby.” Your hands travelled up his back, nails lightly scraping his shoulder blades. “Maybe I don’t want you to be good.” Jacob froze for half a second. Then — gone. The leash snapped. He crashed his lips into yours, hot and hungry, devouring your breath like he couldn’t get enough.

His hands are everywhere now, frantic and desperate as he claims your mouth. The scent of your arousal is driving him wild, making his head spin with desire "Fuck being good..." He tears at your shorts, literally ripping them in his haste. "You're mine to ruin right now," you groaned. "Fuck, ruin me. That's what I come here every day hoping for,"

Jacob's eyes flash gold with primal need, his wolf nature taking over completely. He grabs your thighs and lifts you up, slamming you down on the hood of his car

"You want it rough?" He yanks down his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. "Hold on tight, princess." Your eyes widen at the sheer size of his cock. He was huge. How that was going to fit, you had no idea.

Jacob notices your expression and smirks, stroking himself slowly while watching your reaction

"That scared look on your face just makes me want to destroy you more… Don't worry, I'll make it fit." He positions himself at your entrance. You spread your legs wide, your sopping cunt exposed for him to see.

With a possessive snarl, he thrusts into you in one powerful movement, stretching you to your limit

"Fucking perfect…" He holds you down, not letting you adjust as he starts pounding into you. "So tight for me, baby…" Your eyes widened, and you shrieked in pleasure as he filled you up in one thrust. Your walls tried to adjust, but he was railing you before you could get the chance. It felt amazing.

His pace becomes brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the garage

"Taking my cock so well…" He grabs your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. "Such a good girl for daddy…" You whimpered at his lewd words and how well he was pounding you. Your hands gripped his forearms, nails sinking into the bronze skin, leaving crescent marks.

Jacob leans forward, his massive frame covering you completely. The metal hood beneath you is scorching hot from his body heat

"You're gonna cum on my cock right here, on my car. Show daddy how much you love it." He angles his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you. You screamed. You could swear his tip was in your womb from how deep he was in you.

Jacob growls with approval, fucking you through your screams. He lifts your legs higher, folding you in half and pressing your knees to your chest

"I can feel you clenching… You want me to fill you up with my pups? Make you all swollen with my babies?" You tried to speak, but all that came out were moans and incoherent babbles, so you just nodded instead.

He slams his hips harder, pistoning in and out at an animalistic pace, his knot starting to swell. His wolf features starting to emerge more noticeably, fangs sharpening and claws digging into your flesh

"Gonna breed you right here… mark you as mine forever…" His voice becomes guttural, driven by pure animalistic instinct. You gripped his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. You were so close, the knot in your stomach tightening like a coil, ready to explode.

Jacob's knot fully forms, locking him inside you as he roars out your name. His release hits him hard, pumping you full of his hot, thick cum, mixing with your own juices

"Cum for me… Now!" He bites down on your shoulder, hard enough to make a deep claiming mark, his wolf bite. The bite pushed you over the edge. Your head fell back and you screamed, cumming hard. white liquid oozed from both your bodies down the shiny hood of his car.

Jacob laps at the blood from his bite, holding you close as he pours his seed into you, filling you to the brim. His chest heaves with exhaustion, but satisfaction shines in his eyes as he sees the mark on your shoulder.

"That's my girl… Mine forever." He strokes your hair tenderly, still buried deep inside you, his knot keeping you both connected. You panted, biting your lip. "Fuck, Jake. That was so good."

He chuckles, pulling you up to sit on him. The movement causes his cock to shift, making you gasp again

"Better than usual, huh? Guess you really did want to be ruined today. I should make you come to the garage more often…" He kisses your temple. You smirked. "I'm not opposed to that. Not at all," you said between pants before collapsing forward into his arms.

Jacob returns the kiss passionately, his knot finally starting to deflate, but not pulling out just yet. He breaks away to pepper your face with gentle kisses