swallowing my ex ᥫ᭡ | 심재윤
pairings : ex!jake x fem!reader
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive ex trope, semi-public sex (bathroom), manhandling, choking, breath play, hair pulling, hand over mouth, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, cock slapping, size kink, dacryphilia, jealousy, alcohol mention, light aftercare
wc : 1,2k
author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ : guys I nearly combusted. the SECOND jake posted those pictures on weverse dm’s I KNEWWWWW exactly what I was gonna do with them. AWOOOOOOO 😭 LOOK AT THAT GAZE IN THE FIRST PICTURE I’M SO FUCKING DONE… every jake biased: i’m so sorry for your health. hope you’re doing okay.
the after-party was buzzing with expensive perfume, low lights, and soft jazz mixed with heavier beats. the dress code was red, and you had chosen the sexiest piece in your closet.
the deep crimson dress hugged every curve like it was made for you. the neckline plunged just enough to show off your full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to your waist before flowing over your hips and ass. your long hair cascaded down your back in soft waves, shining under the lights.
you looked breathtaking, and you knew it.
you had walked in with jungwon, his arm politely around your waist as you both laughed and greeted people. he paid for your drinks, kept the conversation light, and made sure you were having fun.
after the wine hit, you danced together, bodies moving close but nothing inappropriate.
you were enjoying yourself, genuinely. jake was the last thing on your mind.
you didn’t even know he was there until you felt it. that intense gaze burning into your skin from across the room.
jake stood in the corner, red wine glass in hand, eyes locked on you like a predator. he watched every sway of your hips, every smile you gave jungwon, every time your breasts bounced slightly when you laughed. his jaw was tight, fingers white around the glass.
when jungwon excused himself to talk business with some executives, you wandered to the bar alone, ordering another drink. seconds later, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd.
jake dragged you down a quiet hallway, pushed open the first unlocked door—a luxurious bathroom—and locked it behind you.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, voice low and dangerous.
he backed you against the wall, caging you in with his body. his eyes were dark, that signature seductive gaze now filled with pure jealousy.
you lifted your chin, heart racing. “what does it look like? i’m having fun, jake. something you clearly have a problem with.”
“with jungwon?” he spat, hand coming up to grip your jaw. “you show up looking like that—this fucking dress barely covering your tits, your ass out for everyone—and you’re here with him? laughing, dancing, letting him touch you?”
“he’s a friend,” you shot back, pushing at his chest even though your body was already betraying you. “and it’s none of your business anymore. we’re done, remember? you were too possessive, too controlling. i’m not your territory. get that through your fucking head.”
jake laughed bitterly, but his eyes never left yours. that intense stare made your knees weak.
it always had.
he stepped closer, thigh pressing between your legs. “you loved it. you loved being mine. don’t lie to yourself, doll.”
his hand slid down to your throat, not squeezing hard but enough to make you gasp. the possessiveness that had broken you two apart was back in full force, and god, some sick part of you missed it.
“you’re still mine,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”
you moaned softly despite yourself, hips twitching against his thigh. you tried to fight it. “jake… stop. i’m not doing this with you.”
but he could feel how wet you already were. he turned you around roughly, pressing your chest against the cool wall. your breasts squished against the marble as he ground his hard cock against your ass.
“feel that?” he whispered hotly, voice dripping with lust. “that’s what you do to me. walking around in this slutty little red dress, knowing exactly what it does to me. you wore it on purpose, didn’t you? to drive me fucking crazy.”
you whimpered, pushing back against him even as you whispered, “i’m not your fucktoy anymore.”
jake chuckled darkly, yanking your dress up over your hips. he groaned at the sight of your red thong disappearing between your plump, jiggly ass cheeks. “fuck, look at you.” he ripped the thin fabric off in one tug, making you gasp.
“jake—you could’ve just moved it aside?! what the fuck!”
“no time,” he muttered, already freeing his thick cock. “your precious jungwon might come looking for you veeery soon.”
he kicked your legs apart and rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds before pushing two fingers inside you, stretching you quickly. you moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the bathroom.
“too loud, baby,” he warned. when he finally lined up and thrust in deep, you cried out. he felt huge, stretching you perfectly like only he could. jake pulled your hair back, forcing your head against his shoulder as he started pounding into you.
“fuck—you’re still so tight for me,” he groaned, hips snapping harshly. your ass jiggled with every thrust, the sound filthy in the small space. he clamped one hand over your mouth while the other kept a tight grip on your hair. “quiet. or do you want everyone to hear how much you missed my cock?”
you moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back. the pleasure was overwhelming. the alcohol, the tension, the way he fucked you like he owned you—it all mixed together.
“admit it,” he panted against your ear, thrusting deeper. “you missed this. missed me ruining this pretty pussy.”
you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks. “yes—fuck, i missed you, jake. missed your cock so much.”
he rewarded you by fucking you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your muffled moans. your breasts bounced against the wall with every powerful thrust. jake’s grip on your mouth and hair kept you right where he wanted you.
“good girl,” he growled. “this pussy is still mine. no one else gets to fuck you like this. not jungwon. not anyone.”
you came hard around him, walls clenching as your orgasm crashed through you. jake followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot cum.
he didn’t pull out right away. instead he turned you around, gently pushing you down to your knees. his cock, still sensitive and glistening, tapped against your lips.
“open.”
you did, taking him into your mouth eagerly. you sucked him through the aftershocks, tongue swirling even as his body shook. jake’s hand fisted in your hair as he spilled the last drops down your throat.
“swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse. you did, looking up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes. your makeup was ruined—mascara streaks, swollen lips, messy hair.
you looked completely wrecked.
jake, on the other hand, looked like sin in his perfectly tailored suit, barely a hair out of place.
he smirked, tapping his wet cock against your tongue as you stuck it out for him. then he slapped it lightly against your cheek.
“look at you,” he laughed softly, almost affectionately. “so fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.”
he helped you up, fixing your dress as best as he could. his intense gaze softened just a little as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.
“who fucks you better?” he asked, voice low. “me or jungwon?”
you looked up at him, still catching your breath, and whispered the truth. “you, jake. only you.”
he kissed you hard, possessive and claiming, before unlocking the door. “that’s right. don’t forget it.”
you stepped out first on shaky legs, heart racing, knowing this wasn’t the end. not even close.
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