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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 two best friends in a room — sjy ( m )

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pairing: roommate!jake x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: is it awkward for two best friends to watch p*rn together? well, you’re currently ovulating and thus, you don’t think so

word count: 3.9k 😀

warnings: dom!jake, mentions of watching p*rn, unprotected s*x, rough s*x, slapping k*nk, brief bl*wjob, Jake and y/n are both pervs, f*ngering, brief p*ssy eating, pet names, making out, dry h*mping, begging, teasing, lmk if there’s more but this is nasty

notes: my intention was to write out a small drabble but I ended up writing this filth instead, this may be the wildest thing I wrote for any member, I hope you enjoy ♥️

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What are two best friends supposed to do when one catches the other watching, erm, p*rn?

a) pretend to have seen nothing

b) freak out about it

c) join them

For you the correct answer was obvious — you’re a girl in ovulation, your brain works on high level of estrogen and the only thing you’ve able to think of for these past days has been dıck.

So when you accidentally catch your best friend — Jake, who happens to be your roommate, watching it in his room, sitting on his comfortable bed with his eyes solely focused on the big screen of his tv, you do not hesitate to get inside and join him.

Now you’re sitting side by side, sharing his bed as you watch that gorgeous lady with long black hair get railed in the pool by her husband’s best friend — yes, Jake does have a questionable taste it appears — not speaking a word to each other as if this is such a regular activity for the both of you.

In Jake’s case, he’s so baffled that he has no idea what to say — I mean, what is there to say?

Embarrassing enough, he just got caught to his roommate, who is a girl, while watching corny stuff and this wasn’t exactly something he could explain.

He’s horny, so fucking horny, that’s all.

But you — honestly, what the hell are you doing?

If it was any other girl — hell, if it was any other human being, they’d either freak out or walk out, because that’s the normal way of reacting to this messed up situation.

But you, what did you do?

Instead of doing either of those things, you walked right inside, jumped on his bed, sat right next to him and started watching the extremely inappropriate scenes with the same devotion as Jake’s.

He looks over you, wow, you’re completely immersed.

You haven’t spoken a word to him since you’ve arrived, and it has been good fifteen minutes, he’s having a crisis.

Because why do you look so comfortable? How do you look so comfortable?

He’s over there, curled up to a corner on his own bed, in his own room as he grows unhealthily big underneath his pants — which feels more uncomfortable by the passing minute.

He needs to jack off, he needs to relieve himself but you make it impossible for him, and he wants to know why.

But just when he’s about to open his mouth to start a conversation, he stops, ‘cause holy fuck, you’re touching yourself — as in hands buried in your shorts, fingers making wet noises while they slide in and out of you type of touching, without a single care in the world.

Is he invisible to you?

Or are you trying to give him a sign?

Shit, he can’t think right now, he’s too focused on your hands, so much that he forgets about the literal porn on his tv, watching you is so much better.

He bites his lips and reaches to his bulge, dark eyes focused on you — on your face, and the way it twitches so beautifully as you fuck yourself with two of your delicate fingers.

He starts playing with himself over his clothes just like you do — one hand on his balls, massaging them slowly as the other rubs his hardness throughly, from the bottom to the top.

When you moan he curses, feeling himself leaking inside his boxers. Great, as if he couldn’t get more embarrassed tonight.

But you don’t react. All you care about seems to be the adult movie playing on the screen, guess she’s really horny too, he thinks, for some reason finding it impossible to believe.

Because he’s known you for years, has been your roommate over a year and not once, he’s seen you like this before.

Don’t get him wrong though, he’s not complaining, he’s totally a fan of this new side of you he had just discovered.

You look so hot this way, gosh, he needs more stimulation.

Therefore he slides his sweatpants down, only a bit to allow himself some space to sneak his hands inside his panties. With the strong grasp of his large palm, he hisses, a breathy “ah fuck” falling from his lips.

Thus, he finally gains your attention, the one he’s been seeking desperately ever since he moved in with you, and the one he’s been in denial of for too long now.

You turn your head his way, following the direction his hands go. They’re buried inside his pants and all you can see is the outline of his knuckles underneath his black calvins as he pumps himself furiously.

Your mouth waters, his dick, you fucking crave it.

And you need to have it, right here, right now.

So you scoot over, closing the safe gap between your bodies. He follows you behind half open lids, nervous about what you’re going to do next, because he knows that he’s not strong enough to say “no” to you.

“Do you need help with that?” You ask, being the first person to break the unbearable silence.

“Kind of.” He briefly says, and god, he’s barely holding himself from jumping on you like an animal right now.

He wants to fuck you so bad — so raw, so nasty and so hard.

Lucky for him, you’re not feeling any different.

“Can I?” You innocently ask as you reach for his pants, eyes pleading at him for permission to slid down his pants.

He’s not the one to turn down such a generous offer so he approves with a nod, letting you have your way with him.

Once his cock plops out, you audibly moan at the sight. It’s the prettiest one you’ve ever seen, so veiny, so red and tip leaking with cum. It begs to be sucked and you’re not the kind of girl to just ditch that.

And as if Jake can hear the thoughts you’re having, “Go on.” He says, cupping your chin to bring you closer to his aching length, giving you the allowance you terribly needed.

Shooting him the cutest smile ever, you lean down, and start with his base. You pepper small kisses down on his sensitive skin as you gently rub his head, smearing the leak to his shaft.

Then you give him a long lick, from where you began to all the way up, reaching to his slit. As you suck on his tip, you look up, wanting to see his reaction.

And his face, it’s carrying the hottest expression ever.

His plump lips, they’re cherry red and parted as he lets out tiny whines here and there, his eyes are half lidded and dark, while his hair his pushed back, a few messy strands falling before his eyes.

His chest is heaving up and down with each deep breath, he really wants to just wrap a hand around your hair and mercilessly fuck your throat right now, but he waits.

He waits for you to lead him on, he waits for you to set the pace.

And you can view how impatient he is from the way he stares down at you, it’s so clear on his face, splattered all over his beautiful features — lust.

That’s something you both feel in common.

So you bob your head down, sinking a little more on his dick. The deeper you go the harder it gets to control your gag reflex, and as you force yourself to reach even lower, your throat clenches around him deliciously.

After a flow of tears wetting your blushed cheeks, you calm yourself, and attempt on taking him as whole in your mouth. And although you can no longer feel your jaw, you succeed, your face resting flat against his crotch.

He takes this chance to wrap your silky hair into a messy ponytail, and it takes everything in him not to pound into you right now, you’re so pretty.

But you’re passionate as well, not moving an inch from your spot although your face is turning tomato red, and you no longer can breathe. It seems like you’re challenging yourself with his cock, and your stubbornness is forcing you to the point of suffocation.

Which is not something Jake can’t allow.

So he uses the hand crafted ponytail and pulls you off of himself with it, reminding you to take deep breathes as he cleans away the coat of spit from your chin and neck.

“Shh, you’re alright.” He whispers, leaning in for a soft kiss on the lips after he makes sure you’re finally breathing the proper way.

But that soft kiss turns into a heated one, and then into a messy one with your tongues fighting each other over dominance, all thanks to how horny you both are.

And the next thing you know, you’re sitting on his lap, grinding against his bare girth as you make out, hands all over each other like you’re trying to discover one another.

He’s so eager, you can tell by the way his big hands fondle your ass inside your shorts. His grip is so strong that it hurts, but you don’t dare to stop him from doing what he does.

You’re too drunk with the feeling in between your two legs — the friction has you cloudy minded, and unable to focus on anything else.

He feels so good, he feels too good to be true.

And it makes you wonder just how great it would feel to have him inside you, to have him fucking your tight hole loose all night long.

Ah, you can’t bear to wait anymore, you want him — no, you need him now.

Luckily for you, he’s the same.

“Jake—”

“Y/n—”

Jake giggles, “you go first,” he says, nodding reassuringly.

You bite your lips as you hum and quickly get up from his lap, hands busy with your shirt as you try to clumsily take it off. You wonder what he wanted to say as you toss it on the floor, and start tugging your black shorts down.

“I was wondering, uhm, if you could maybe help me with my bra ..” you mischievously say, a small grin spreading on your pretty face, “ .. oh and with my panties as well, if you don’t mind?”

Jake stiffens up at your bold request for a second, he’s flabbergasted, you just flustered him. But he swiftly snaps himself out of it, and scoots over to the edge of his bed.

Of course he does not mind, are you crazy?

He reaches for your panties first, it’s baby pink, he can clearly see the way you drenched it. And for some reason he feels proud about it, because never even if he was given a million years, he’d think of seeing you like this — so needy for him.

He takes his time sliding the dampened clothing down, curious eyes patiently waiting for what’s about unveil before them.

And when he’s done, he lets you kick it away with your feet before he sneaks a hand inside your middle part, then starts caressing your folds with his boney fingers.

You lift your one leg and place it on the bed to allow him more access as he pokes two fingers through your hole after smothering your wetness all over your pussy lips, gently pushing them in and out.

You feel so warm that he moans, the squeeze you give him is delicious, he wants to feel it more.

So he leans in and attaches his hungry lips to your clit, sucking on the sensitive piece of flesh with all his might. The way you clench even harder around his fingers in return does a good job satisfying him, but it also reminds him that the time is ticking, and he doesn’t have much left for his throbbing dick.

So he leaves the bed and rises on his feet, while pulling his fingers out of you. The empty feeling makes you sad but he makes sure to cheer you up with a small show he puts on, by bringing the said fingers that are covered with your arousal to his mouth and sucking them clean.

Both the lustful look in his eyes and the vileness of his actions burns your skin, you can feel your tight walls clenching around nothing desperately.

Then he moves to your back, to help you with your bra just like you asked, but that’s not the only reason he’s there for.

He unclasps your cute, pink bralette at one go professionally, and as he drops it on the floor, he pays attention on flattering you with compliments at the same time.

“So pretty,” he mumbles right against the shell of your ear as he fondles your gorgeous pair of tits from behind, thumbs fiddling with your already hardened nipples, “you look so pretty, all for me?”

“Mhm,” you softly hum, leaning your head against his shoulder, “all for you.”

Pleased with the answer you gave, he pushes you forward and bends you over his bed. He then slips out of his shorts faster than you can blink, and starts grinding his thickness against your now fully exposed ass.

He presses on the small of your back to get you stick it out more for him, and when you do he gasps, cursing out a husky “fuck”, because you quite literally own the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.

And not only that, your waist — it’s so pretty that it takes his breath away, you look like a piece of art and he’s almost unsure whether he’s having a wet dream or this is all actually happening.

He decides that the best way to figure that out would be hearing your beautiful whines so, he lifts his hand, only to land the sharpest smack on your right cheek with it.

A weak whimper of his name is how you respond to him, and yes, looks like this is all very real — you’re very real.

He leans down to kiss the spot he just hurt, murmuring out a small apology against your reddened skin. Then he trails his kisses up to your waist, to your shoulders after that, finally reaching your neck at the very last.

He brings his hands and intertwines them with your delicate ones, the ones that were clutching on his sheets for dear life. He’s basically hugging you, with his whole weight on your back but instead of feeling awkward from such intimacy, you feel relieved.

You feel . . . belong.

“May I?” He asks, his tip poking right at your entrance, begging to be permitted, “Please?”

He’s such a gentleman, always kind with his requests, how can you say no to him?

“Yes please.” you whisper with anticipation, you’re nervous but excited, thrilled even. Guess that’s what ovulation does to a person, you think, and you’re very right — hormones are a no joke.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts, yeah?”

“Mhm . . . oh—”

And with that he pushes his head in through your warmth, sighing at the feeling. He wants to avoid being hasty so he takes his time, and gives you some space to adjust to his size.

He finds it incredibly cute that you’re already panting, your hot breath fanning against his plump lips. And if that’s not an invitation for a kiss, he doesn’t know what is so he inches closer, to seal your lips together with a soft kiss.

But what started of as soft turns into rough in mere minutes as he sinks more and more inside you, filling you up to the fullest, taking your head upon the clouds as he does so.

He can sense how you get lost in the way he makes you feel, and he decides to use this opportunity on his behalf so, without wasting a second, he starts moving.

His thrusts are gentle, small even as he makes out with you, hands still intertwined together like you’re more than just friends — like you’re lovers.

That’s romantic and to be fair, you kind of like it.

But as much as you’re down for a good vanilla, you really need him to go harder, faster and even deeper, you need him to quite literally rail you right now, that seems to be only way to cool down the heat you’re feeling.

“Can’t you go harder?” You manage to ask in between breathless kisses, and Jake smiles at your question, he thought you would never ask, “Please Jake, I need you.”

God, you sound so hot when you beg, he’s about to go berserk.

“As you wish, princess.”

The nickname leaves you flabbergasted as he pecks your lips one last time before he straightens himself up, and starts ramming his cock in and out of you immediately by your command.

You don’t know what makes your knees more wobbly — the pet name or the pace of his rhythm as he fucks you, but you have no complaints even though you can’t even carry your own weight with your legs.

“Better now?” He teases, because lets be honest, how can he not when he witnesses the way your thighs tremble with each hit of hips right in front of his eyes?

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, “m-much b-better.”

He chuckles at your response. It feels like you’re on the verge of breaking into two pieces but if that’s what you actually want, which seems to be the case, he’s not the one to hold back from giving you exactly that.

So he picks up the speed and bottoms out, so strong that he sweeps your feet of the floor as he lifts you up, pushing his cock balls deep inside your wet cunt.

“How about now?”

Cocky, he’s so fucking cocky, you hate that you love it.

“Fffuck Jake—”

You yelp and he laughs, enjoying your visible struggle way too much. But it doesn’t make him stop or slow down, he doesn’t have any intentions to make your job any easier.

You asked him to be harder after all, you should be able to take it, right?

“What?” He smacks you again, “Can’t take it, hm, angel?”

Angel? Shit, you want to scream. How come he’s calling you all the sweetest names while he’s fucking like a worthless slut?

Is he insane?

When you stay quiet, he asks another question, only to hear you stutter again because he finds it cute. You’re breaking apart for him but you’re too stubborn to admit it, he knows, that’s why he enjoys toying with you so much.

Yeah, fine, maybe it turns him on to tease you like that, whatever.

“Should I stop then, huh?” He says, grabbing a handful of your hair to lift your head up from where you have it buried on the mattress — he wants to hear you loud and clear, he can’t let you muffle down those beautiful noises you make now, can he?

“Maybe I should—”

“No—” you practically scream as you reach to your behind, holding on the arm he has around your waist so that he can’t move away, “please don’t, I’m so close,” you beg, choking on your words, “please Jake, please let me cum.”

Aww look at you, pleading to your roommate with your beautiful doe eyes to keep fucking you, isn’t that adorable? Jake’s heart melts.

“You’re gonna cum? Gonna cream my cock, hm, pretty?”

God can he please stop with the pet names already? What is he trying to do? Make you fall in love with him?

“Mhm,” you hum, giving him your cutest pout. It makes his dick twitch inside you, how can you be so fucking gorgeous?

“I’m gonna c-cream your cock Jake, p-please let me.”

How is he supposed to say not to you, when you’re asking for it so kindly? Hhh, seems like you won this time, because he has no chance of resisting you when you’re behaving so well.

“Go on then,” he coos, “cum for me baby, show me what a good girl you are.”

And as if he just casted a spell on you with those magical words, you reach your climax, shaking under the effect of the intense wave of pleasure that washes over you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your limbs go limp, and if it weren’t for Jake’s strong arms holding you right now, you’d be laying flat on your face on the ground like a giant rock.

He helps you ride your high with comparably gentle thrusts, chasing his own high in desperation. Your legs are trembling and you’re letting out the weakest whimpers ever, chanting his name like a mantra which does the job and finally after a tortuous ten minutes, he pulls out and cums on your ass.

His seeds, they feel so warm on your sensitive skin, you melt more into the sheets.

And he chuckles at your worn out state, ah, you really shouldn’t have walked in on him. Because look at you, you’re done for, it’s game over for you.

Yet deep down, he feels grateful that you did because this was the best sex he’s ever had, really, no cap.

With the loud scream that comes from his tv, he winces, oh right — he totally forgot about the thing he was watching before all these happened, haha, how embarrassing.

He quickly moves to grab the remote controller and changes the channel to something random, taking a mental note to watch that adult movie sometime else — preferably when you’re out because the last thing he wants is to be caught, again.

Then he notices the shuffling noises that comes from you, he turns his head, and sees you trying to climb on his bed with your weak arms.

“Wait,” he shrieks as he rushes over, worried that you migh fall and hurt yourself, “here, let me help.”

He guides you on his bed to lay on your stomach, “Don’t move,” he then says, “I’ll bring a towel to clean you up, ‘kay?”

And a few minutes later, right before you’re about to fall asleep, he comes out from his bathroom with a towel in his hand and a sheepy smile on his handsome face.

He can’t believe he just fucked you, and he also can’t believe you’re right there, about to sleep on his bed with him.

But wait, he can’t sleep now, no, not when his stomach growls like a monster — he’s hungry, oh god his stomach burns, he’s so hungry.

“So,” he lets out, awkwardly clearing his throat as he walks up to you, and sits on the edge of his bed, hands quickly wiping away the mess he made.

“Hm?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to, uhm . .” He coughs — oh god, he’s about to ask you the dumbest question ever, he’s aware, but he has no other choice, his stomach is killing him.

“What is it Jake?”

Okay, here he goes. There’s already nothing normal about this night anyway, what can he possibly lose, right?

“I was wondering if you’d like to eat ramyeon with me,” he blurts out, with all his seriousness as he swipes the final droplets of his pear white leak clean, blinking at you with his big eyes, “I’m really starving, you know?”

What?

What did he just say?

Ramyeon? That’s what he’s thinking after railing you?

He’s unbelievable, but also very relatable, hah.

“Sure,” you snort out, fair enough, you think, guess this is what you get for fucking your roommate, not that you regret doing it though.

“If you’re gonna do the cooking, then why not?”

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a/n: literally sacrificed my eyes to finish this up so if you like it, please leave a feeback friends 🫶🏼 also, sorry if there’s any typo pls lmk, I finished this at 2 am so 🥲 I might have missed it