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tsireyqs · 1 year

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moon song ☾

pairing: jake sully x afab! reader

warnings: smut (18+ only), biting, size kink(?)/difference, oral (fem receiving), handjob, scratching, fingering, belly bulge, pls ignore any errors i’ll get to it eventually, think that's it...

Y/N’s eyes were focused on Jake as he sharpens his knife. Her eyes trail over his body, his biceps flexing as he works. A deep blush paints the high points of her cheeks, then her gaze drifts lower to his toned waist. She chews her lip hard when she notices the subtle pudge, she just wanted to lie him down right there and kiss down his chest lower and lower…

Until her eyes find its place on his thick thighs, his muscles prominent as he squats down. Y/N wanted nothing more than to sink her fangs into them and hear his soft pleas before she took his cock into her mouth. The fire crackling in their hut brought her back to reality; she wipes the drool threatening to spill from her lips and she stands from her spot.

She was light on her feet going up to her mate, her deft hands gently gripping his shoulders from behind. Jake’s ear twitches in response to her touch and he smiles. He takes in the feeling of her hands on him, her fingers dancing across his collarbones. Until she stops her hands to settle at the base of his neck.

His ears flatten against hair, and he finally speaks. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Y/N hums, moving closer to place a kiss on the side of his neck. “You just look too pretty,” her kisses trail down to his shoulder as she scratches down his chest. “Need you so bad.”

Jake’s ears flutter, pressing into her chest and settling into the embrace. “You have me.” he says lowly.

A small smirk lifts the corner of her mouth before she nips at his neck. Her hands trailing lower and lower, leaving faint scratch marks down his torso. She stops once her hands meet the fabric of his loincloth and she taps his thigh, signaling for him to sit.

Tossing his knife to the side, he sits with outstretched legs. He turns his head to the side and nuzzles his nose into her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. A small gasp escapes her mouth and Jake takes her left hand into his, engulfing it completely. His other hand tangles into her hair when she finally undoes the ties of his loincloth.

With a gentle hand, Y/N reaches under the fabric and trails her finger over his hard cock, his back arching under her touch. She lets out a giggle before kissing the corner of his mouth, discarding the fabric. Jake lets out a groan when he sees her small hand wrapped around his cock. Her delicate fingers couldn’t even wrap around his full length. Y/N felt him twitch in her hand before she gave an experimental pump.

“You’re so big, baby,” she purrs. The swipe of her thumb over the head of his cock makes him shudder. He leans further into her chest, his body turning into putty under her touch. “You just needed me to take care of you, huh? Barely have you to myself now…”

Breaths deepen, his nails digging into the back of her hand as she expertly pumps his cock. His lids slid shut, burrowing his face into Y/N’s neck to conceal his moans. She clenches her thighs feeling her wetness soak through the thin fabric that covers her, nearly coating her inner thighs. His hips ruts into her hand faster and she hisses when she feels his fangs against her neck.

“‘M sweet girl, you’re so good to me.” his tongue swipes over the spot he bit and kisses up to her jaw. “Let me take care of you,” then to her ear. “Need your pussy, baby.”

Y/N squeezes his cock in her hand and moans at his words. Her thumb catches the pre-cum gathered at his tip and she brings it into her mouth, giving her mate a doe-eyed stare. She could barely breathe when Jake aggressively grabbed her jaw, pulling her into a deep kiss. “Need you so bad, sweetheart,” he says in between kisses. “Who knew the Olo'eyktan’s lovely lady was such a filthy little harlot.”

Jake guides her to lie on her back. His body completely covering hers as he hovers over her. Y/N wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, his cock grazing over her clothed pussy. They groan in unison, sweat gathering along Y/N’s hairline. “Just fuck me already,” she whines.

Eyes fluttering shut as she feels Jake laugh against her neck. “Need to taste you first, sweet thing.” He kisses down her neck, nipping her collarbone as he goes lower and lower. Skillful fingers untie her top, throwing it to the side. His tongue trails over the valley of her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth while his big hand palms the other.

Y/N moans at the feeling of his mouth on her, hands flying down to tangle into his thick hair. Jake tweaks a nipple before trailing his blunt fingernails down her sides. “You gotta stay quiet, sweetheart. Can’t wake up the kids,” he mumbles against her skin and places a kiss to her hip. “Don’t wanna ruin the fun too early.”

Strong hands glides up Y/N’s thighs, removing the thin fabric that covered her core as they went. His thumbs trail along her inner thighs, narrowly missing where she needs him most. “Stop teasing,”

Jake trails his tongue up her thigh, cleaning up her arousal. “Patience, sweet thing.” he runs a finger through her folds, his thumb circling her clit. “Such a pretty pussy. Always so wet for me.”

“Just for you,” Y/N chokes out, her chest heaving. She glances down at him as he looks up at her through his lashes and she groans softly. “Please Jake,”

“What do you need, baby? Gotta be more specific.” He places a kiss just above her clit.

“Need your mouth…”

His fangs nip her inner thigh. “Use your words.”

Y/N cries out and pulls his head closer to her cunt. “Need your mouth on my pussy.” She shudders when she feels his hot breath against her. “Please,”

“Atta girl.”

Jake drapes her legs over his shoulders, his hands holding her hips down from squirming. And finally, he swipes his tongue over her clit and Y/N sees stars. He grabs one of her hands that was tangled in his hair and holds it, his thumbs tracing over her knuckles.

Y/N’s hips rolls against his face as he works on her cunt, his tongue devouring every inch of her. He shook his face back and forth on her pussy and she gasps when his nose hit her clit. She tugs at his hair with a smirk etched on her face. “Fuckin’ filthy, Jake,”

He groans against her cunt making Y/N’s back arch from the vibration. Jake removes his hand from her hip and places it at the arch of her back, pressing her closer to his mouth. Y/N scratches down his shoulder when he dips his tongue into her wet cunt, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, tucking the stray locks behind his ear. “So close,” she says, her voice quivering.

Jake detangles their hands and easily slips two fingers into her cunt, his lips suckling her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut and her body jolts in his hands, the coil in her belly snapping in an instant. He opened his mouth wide over her pussy wanting to get every drop of her.

Her hands smooth over his hair as she calms down from her orgasm. Jake’s hands caress her thighs as he waits for her. He takes the time to admire her features. The rise and fall of her chest, the way her body glistens under the warm light, and the faint bruise on her hip from his grip. He kisses up her body as she regains her breath. Nuzzling his nose against her neck, he moves her hair away from her face. His lips trail up her jaw and places a kiss on her cheek, to the other, to her forehead and nose, then finally her lips. Jake smiles down at her when she finally opens her eyes. “Hi, pretty,”

Y/N’s nose scrunches. “Hi.”

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him down into a kiss, humming when she tastes herself on his lips. Her hands rub up and down his sides, wanting to map out every inch of his body. His hard length catches her sensitive cunt and she bites down on his lip. Y/N disconnects her lips from his, looking down to where his cock is nestled between them and she sucks her lip between her teeth.

Jake’s eyes meet hers. Those big, amber eyes made Y/N’s heart stutter. Her hand cups his jaw as her eyes trail down his face, then back up to meet his gaze. He places his hand over hers and gently caresses the back of it. Y/N nearly cried at the intimacy of it all. Never did she think she could hold so much love in her heart.

He kisses her once more before gyrating his hips in between her thighs. Pulling away for a moment, he looks at her making sure she was ready and Y/N nods. Jake encircles his arms around her head, filling her up in one swift motion. He moans into her hair.

Jake slides as deep as he could before pulling out almost completely, making her grip his sides and her tail wrap around him to pull him into her wholly. Y/N bites down hard on his shoulder when he snaps his hips forward. “Feels so good ‘round me, baby,” his husky voice whispers into her ear. “So warm and wet.”

Hips moving at a brutal pace as she tightens her grip around him. His cock kissing the perfect spot inside her, she could have sworn she’d seen stars. She tightens her legs around his waist, pulling him incredibly closer. “Deeper, Jake,”

“Pussy’s squeezing me so tight, honey. My perfect girl, so good for me.” he slurs, resting his forehead against hers. “‘M close,”

Y/N takes his hand in hers beside her head and squeezes her walls around his length. Jake brings his hand down her body, feeling the bulge in her tummy as he slips in and out of her. “Ya feel me, baby? Pretty pussy wants all of my cum, huh?”

She nods her head lazily, bringing him back down into a kiss to stifle her moans. “So close, please…”

Jake moves his hand further in between their bodies, his thumb rubbing over her clit as he feeds her deep strokes. Y/N felt her second release wash over her, toes curling and fingers pulling at her mates sides. His hand grips hers as he releases in her a few moments later, his cum coating her walls. They both could feel their entire world spinning as they try to regain their breath, his heartbeat matching her own.

Y/N looks up at him once she’s brought back to her surroundings and smiles, her thumb rubbing against his cheekbone. “I’ve missed this,” her thumb then dances over his lips and she giggles when he kisses it. “I’ve missed you.”

Jake leans into her touch before leaning down to kiss her lips. “I missed you too,” he nuzzles his nose against hers and cradles her face in his hands. “My sweet girl.”

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar smut #ari’s works!

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byhees · 11 months

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pulling your photocard.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 400 genre fluff idol!reader idol au warnings not proof-read — more

a/n. blank

heeseung would probably jump up from his seat, eyes darting from the cardboard cutout of your selfie, to the open album, still in disbelief from his luck. silent celebrations through little fist pumps (to the air). would gawk at your photocard with such adoration. and now that he’s thinking about it, the idea of buying the other versions seems pretty appealing…

jay would, first, rub his eyes in surprise. it’s like he’s doubting his own sense of sight. he just can’t believe the sheer luck he has; it’s his very first photocard of you, his bias. would sleeve it immediately— he’s not risking any scratches, anything. starts booking to the nearest local merchandise store for another album…

jake would have a whole toploader + a sleeve of pristine quality, pre-prepared. the moment he pulls your photocard, he’d slot it right in, holding the fluffy cardholder in immense elation. hooks the thing on his bags, and carries it round with him, everywhere. shows it off any chance he can get…

sunghoon would probably erupt into a fit of “wah”s at the sight of your photocard, unsure if he should take a moment to admire you, or if he should instantly start decorating a plain toploader. gets sulky when he goes on social media and sees other fans flaunting the other versions of your photocard. sifts through his wallet to prepare for an ultimate album purchasing spree…

sunoo would squeal at the sight of your hair accessory peaking out the little paper pocket— he knows exactly which one it is. sets it gently by the side, and pulls out his collection of adorable stickers, all of which arranged neatly in colour order, to begin toploader decorating. would redecorate the toploader, such that it fits the theme of his room…

jungwon would slot the photocard into his ‘yn dedicated’ collection book, a large grin plastered on his face. and with five other albums sitting by his side, he can only hope that this streak of luck prolongs till the end. would use those alphabet stickers on his toploaders, so he can spell out your name…

riki would start gasping. like, a lot. he’d prance up and down at the sight of your photocard, even going as far as to break into a sudden dance jam, lyrics of your latest album pelting the air. treasures it so much, and would follow those little ‘photocard care’ tips on the internet. drags his siblings to the store for their ‘magical fingertips’, and purchases even more albums…

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @crxzs @g4m3girl @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sp22sworld networks! @kflixnet @enhanet

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m0chisenpai · 1 year

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Goldilocks

Pre!Avatar Way of Water

platonic!jake sully x human!!reader x platonic!neytiri

A child’s imagination knows no bounds. And it especially sees past tall gray walls lined with barbed wire. You were here on this new planet full of life unlike the dead, gray streets of your home planet. Unknown to your young mind that it was dying. Mommy and daddy just told you that you all would be here for a little while while daddy did research.

You were like the puppy that grew too large and out its tea cup phase. Mommy and Daddy didn’t hug you as much as they used to, had no problem sending their baby so many times into hyperspace you should have been 20 by now. But with each passage they promised their own return with you on the next. Little did they know the effects of traveling so long on a child.

When you were on the foreign planet you were placed under supervision of the scientists given one task: “if the kid goes missing or mixed up with the locals we’ll feed you to them.”

It was one of the many days when your eyes watched as a scientist carried some plant past you. You loved the plants, they danced and moved around you, like they knew you had no children here to play with. As though someone knew of your lonesome. The scientists would tell you their names that you couldn’t say without getting a tongue twist. But all you knew was they were unlike the roses your father brought your mother.

You were outside toying with an old ball near the facility that housed the avatars assisting the scientists in carrying large cases and samples. You didn’t like them. They looked more human than na’vi. They didn’t wear the clothes or beads the scientists would pull up to show.

Your ball landed farther than expected bouncing off the rim, over the fence and into a bush. And as you stumbled as carefully as possible through the gaping hole to your toy a floating seed landed atop the toy and your eyes widened as you leaned forward to eye it. It was beautiful and wispy. It glimmered in the flight and you reached a slow hand to hold it only for it to flutter away.

The floating seed seems to drift and dance along branches and atop plants, and you follow in a daze, your eyes never lingering or moving from it. And when you stopped for a moment to hop a large branch it waited patiently before continuing to lead you on this journey.

And with a childish giggle you lept and attempted to catch the glowing plant but it would float just before your hands could brush it.

You were ignorant to the animals as they watched you with lazy eyes as you stumbled through the forest. One of them even helped you to climb the large tree it landed on. It was giant, sleek and black. Like a giant puppy. Its tongue lapped at your cheek and you squealed, rewarding it with the most gentle scratches behind the ears which made it huff and bark.

It lowered itself onto the ground and you climbed atop its back and with its help stopped onto the first nook that led you up many of the steps which you climbed after thanking the puppy which barked back and trotted into the bushes.

The tree was large. Unlike any you’d climbed back home. Its roots were large and many, and it was filled with more avatars. But these ones looked nicer, more friendly. Less human. These were the na’vi. You understood bits and pieces, but you were old enough to know a human child was the one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb.

But you were small and nimble enough to stick to the more shadowy thick parts that hid your figure till you found yourself hidden in a large tent. Everything was slightly larger in proportion to your body but it didn’t matter. Your young mind told you to just touch and explore everything and anything. And from the looks of it you were in the tent of someone special by how much stuff was in it and the shiny pretty things as well.

So you toyed with the bow and arrows and when your eye caught the glint of beautiful beds you dropped the weapon in favor of rummaging through the box holding up a bracelet cooing at how it glinted in the light. You piled them on your arms and continued your venture deeper until a large rumble ended your fun.

It was lunch time.

But home was so far, and from the smell of what was sitting by the fire you knew in an instant you’d like that much more than the icky food they served for the soldiers. And so you carefully reached into the wooden bowl for the chunk of bright fruit which made your lips purse as you threw it into the fire, “too bitter!”

The one next to it had what looked like meat and you took a small piece and chewed slowly before once again spitting it into the fire, “spicy!”

You huffed and puffed, shoving the fruit in the next bowl in your mouth letting a hum as you sank into the ground eating another piece. It was just right. Tangy like a mango but savory as well. You ate one after another until none remained and your eyes felt heavy.

And so your tired eyes for anything to turn into your nap pile. Your fingers caressed coarse blankets which you threw down, a blanket woven with a fabric that was just too heavy and then you found it!

It was woven with such love and it was not too soft or too stiff, it was perfect! And it was double your size just enough for you to bunch it up and still have some to cover your body in the little area where you slumbered peacefully.

Unknown to the sleeping child the inhabitants of said tent had just returned. Ole’ , Jake Sully, ran a tired hand down his face as he sat his bow among his other weapons while his mate entered from behind hissing and spitting about the human raid they quickly silenced.

He soothed his mate as best as he could, gathering her in his arms and pressing his forehead to her own as he placed his hands to her swollen stomach. And as she stared over his shoulder taking in his comfort her sharp eyes noticed the open box containing her beads.

“My Jake…” he hummed as she whispered into his ear, “someone is here.” And immediately his arms tensed as his eyes flitted about the tent, his ears moving in every direction, listening. He could hear someone breathing and that’s when he saw the blankets shift.

“My left, your right. No sudden movement, act normal.” She breathed sharply through her nose and moved away and made her way to the box, carefully picking up the missing pieces of jewelry.

And Jake slowly moved to the bundle of blankets, hand on his knife’s hilt slowly crouching behind and catching his mates eye as she raised her own weapon, waiting for his word. And switfly he yanked the blanket to reveal,

“ A child?” Neytiri quickly lowered the bow now kneeling in front of the sleeping girl who rolled over, a pout upon her face as her hands fisted the blanket.

“How did she make it in here?” Jake tilted his head, shaking it in thought. You were so small. You couldn’t have possibly been brought on that raid. And there was no way a human child could have gotten in without some help.

“How she entered is not the problem. Who’s looking for her will be the problem.” Neytiri hissed softly. A search party would surely be sent soon as word of your disappearance was made known. But that can wait, because now you are waking up.

Your eyes slowly blunk open up at the disappearance of your comfort to be met with two large blue figures crouched in front of you, speaking amongst themselves. Now any normal child would have yelled and screamed in terror, had they not been exposed to the local life on the planet. You however, are far from normal and softly cleared your throat to speak up.

“Ex…excuse me” your broken na’vi interrupted the pair who looked at you in wonder. “Blanket..please” you held your hands out.

Silence fell and Jake looked to the piece he held in his hands and handed it for you to cover yourself back up, the beads clanking on your arms Neytiri eyed and you bashfully rolled them off of your wrists holding them out to her.

“Sorry….pretty.” Neytiri rarely flustered easily but as she took the jewelry back she couldn’t hold but hold your smaller hands for a moment. Her fingers caressing your small palm which slipped from her grasp as you rearranged the blankets to cocoon you.

“You speak pretty well kid” Jake huffed and you gaped up at the older man pouting at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could speak english” and Jake let out another huff of laughter gently pinching one of your puffy cheeks between his fingers smiling fondly at your pouting face.

“Cause you didn’t ask kid. But I have a question for you. How’d you get here? You’ve gotta be much taller to climb the steps and you're a long way from home.”

You hummed softly looking up in thought then looked back into his eyes “mom and dad bring me here for business. Because the earth is sick. But daddy doesn’t really have time for me and momma is back on earth with him because they’re gonna come back together next time!”

“And how many times have you been here, little one?” Neytiri spoke up.

“I think this will be my fourth time! Momma and daddy will be coming next time though” you nodded to yourself. And Jake couldn’t help the way his gaze softened and his ears drooped slightly. You could have been an adult by now. And Neytiri noticed this shift in her mate's behavior because she reached forward and tucked the blankets around your body, cupping your face with his larger palm.

“Rest now child. You had a long journey today and must be very tired.” You nodded and let your eyes close as she slowly removed her hand from your face. Her thumb brushed over your cheeks and gently pushed the coils that tickled your cheeks.

“How could they do this to her?” Had you been any other child she would have had you dropped back off where you were found. But Neytiri wasn't surprised. If humans could destroy their own planet whose to say their interactions with one another weren’t just as destructive? But you were so pure. How can anyone possibly do this to an innocent child?

“I don’t think they’ll be looking for her.” Jake shook his head. Who knows what affects your constant travels to the moon could have on you. You were so young and if his assumptions were correct, they were abandoning you here.

“She sent her here.” Neytiri perked up watching as the seedling fluttered to lay on your hand. And Jake watched too as it fluttered away. Who was he to deny the deity that spared his life and gifted him another? She was doing the same for you.

#jake sully x reader #avatar x reader #neytiri x reader #platonic!jake x reader #platonic jake sully x reader #platonic neytiri x reader

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tgmsunmontue · 3 months

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Another trope I enjoy reading and will one day write...

Bradley/Jake wake up 10-15 years in the future and get a 24-hour glimpse of what their life is like, and it features being married, and a different job for one of them, and there's pets and a couple of kids calling him Uncle Jake/Uncle Bradley and everything is just chaotic but filled with so much love and domesticity. He WANTS this.

(Would seem like a dream when he woke up again, back in his own time (little weirded out because he hasn't seen the other man in over two years). Pre-TGM. Then he receives new orders to return to Top Gun and then he's seeing the man in his dreams at the Hard Deck, brain scratching like a record...)

Story would follow TGM, but with added Hangster dealing with their history (whatever the hell that is) and realising there's still feelings there. The fear of believing he's never going to get that future because he's being sent on a suicide mission. They're BOTH potentially going.

But then it's over, they're alive and they're confessing they love each other (still?)

Yep, 15-20k words for that thanks... Any time brain.

#it's 6.15am on Monday and I have to go to work #but first I must share Hangster story ideas #Hangster #sereshaw #rooster x hangman

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nilsavatar · 7 months

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DAY 8 - VOYEURISM

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, SMUT in the end, voyeurism, mimicked intercourse (Neteyam and reader copy everything Jake and Neytiri do), blowjob, face fucking, rough, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, commitment relationship, dom-Jake, sub-Neteyam who turns in a dom-Neteyam later on, slight mention of claustrophobia, mention of KirixSpider. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: Jake and Neytiri are out for their periodic date night. Neteyam is supposed to look after Tuk, but Aywanin (reader), thanks to Kiri's involvement, manages to convince him to sneak away to have their own personal date night. One rule: no ikran. To avoid detection, they travel a secret passage in the rock tunnels of High Camp that would have taken them out of Mons Veritatis, but something bars their way. Or rather, somebody.

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“Oh, come on!” “Aywa,” his tone was one of warning, but a pleased note ruined the intent not to make her press further with her risky request. “I promise you won't regret it.” She looked up at him through long black lashes, her face tilted to one side, her lips parted in an unmistakable, allusive smirk. Neteyam shook his head in amusement, no longer able to restrain himself from smiling back and meeting her gaze with equal expectation. He drew her into an embrace. Their arms circled each other's waists and the tips of their noses rubbed together. He inhaled the sweetness of the balm she used to wash herself. It enveloped her, exuding a luscious aroma reminiscent of nectar, with hints of amber that accentuated the natural fragrance of her skin, leaving him at a loss for words to describe it; it was simply her. He would have been able to recognize her scent among a thousand. Even if he lost his sight, hearing, or memory, he was sure it would bring him back to her.

The two looked at each other in complicity, their foreheads leaning against each other. "How do we deal with Tuk?" he asked, unable to let go of his diligence altogether. The obedient good-boy. A side of him that could greatly irritate her, but concurrently, it contained goodness, protectiveness, and a sense of duty that was the key to her love for him. How could she not love a man like that, after all? Someone who would make her feel guarded and respected? Always attentive and understanding, he was like a gentle guide, ready to coddle her but also willing to steer her in the right direction if needed. As should have been the case tonight, yet the inclination to give her everything she wanted prevailed, to give in under those pleading but cunning eyes. His greatest weakness — and undoubtedly the prospect of a spicy night was playing its part.

Neteyam was still a man. Perfect, but just a man.

“I’ve already talked to Kiri. She’ll take care of her.” “You talked to Kiri?” he stared at her in amazement, stepping back a little, but not enough so that he no longer felt the warmth of her body. His large hands anchored on her arms, unable to resist sinking his fingers into her flesh, from tasting the smooth skin. Aywanin bit her lower lip with a mock guilty air. She blinked a few times before running her fingers over his pecs, then his abs, and finally entwined again behind his back. Clinging to him until she felt the beginning of a bulge press against her abdomen. The skin flushed where the nails lightly scratched their path. “I knew you'd back off otherwise. I had to pre-empt.”

“Smart move.” “I learned from the best," she teased.” “It's pretty odd that she actually said yes to babysitting Tuk. You know how she is.” “Let’s say we struck a deal.” The wry grin that crippled her mouth sent a shiver down his spine. Shivers of pleasure, because it drove him crazy when she brought out her nasty side. “Is this related to Spider?” “Uh-huh, no way. My lips are sealed. Girls’ secret.” “It's like you answered me, you know?” “If you make assumptions I don’t confirm, that’s all that’s left...” she rose on her tiptoes to reach his mouth, on which she blew into it, “... assumptions.” “You have a knack for making things go your way.” He asserted, not missing the opportunity to gather both buttocks in his broad palms playfully and blow her a flying kiss. “No ikran, got it?” “It’s not like I wanna get us caught, silly,” she giggled, satisfied with her own success.

Who would have guessed that even his parents would not venture out into the night sky for a flight?

Sneaking out of the village was easier said than done, especially after the return of the RDA and chiefly when you were close to the olo’eyktan family. Security had increased significantly since the clan had moved to the Hallelujah Mountains, with a patrol always stationed at each entrance. However, within the labyrinthine caves, a secret dwelled - a concealed passageway known only to them.

Lo'ak used it as a means of evading their parents and exploring the forest.

“This way,” Neteyam whispered to keep his voice from booming and offered his hand. For the first time that evening, he read hesitation on the girl’s face, normally unfamiliar with apprehension. “It gets a little tight up ahead, but we'll pass through in a single line. And then, the passage leads to a secret chamber that connects to another hallway, and we'll finally be outside.” He threw her an encouraging smile, “You trust me?” She smiled back, “Yes.” Stealthily and guided by luminescent larvae that colored the massive limestone walls a pale blue, directing them through the otherwise dark and asphyxiating corridor, the two made their way watching out for stalactites and stalagmites that threatened to trip them up or, worse, leave their heads in them. Walking under that semblance of a starry sky was a captivating experience, truly breathtaking. Aywanin wished to stay there longer, but each additional minute meant sacrificing their personal delight.

They noticed a light up ahead that grew stronger with each step, filling the air with a loving glow and beckoning them closer. Moonlight filtered through the mouth of the cave. The path out led to sturdy roots, which they would climb to reach a lush glade growing atop the giant boulder that now served as home to the Omatikaya. A place of rare beauty, especially during the enchantment of the night. The girl felt a warm sensation spread through her as her lips curved into a smile. They were finally out; the chances of being caught red-handed were minimized. Regaining the playful spirit that had driven them there, she pulled Neteyam by the arm to encircle his neck with hers and glued her mouth on his in a messy kiss. It caught him by surprise enough to make him stumble over his steps and slam his back against the jagged wall. A sigh swallowed his moan of pain when Aywanin ran her tongue past his tooth line.

Neteyam, driven by her resourcefulness, leaned down and wedged his forearms behind her knees, anchoring her securely to his waist, when she gave herself the momentum to pounce on him. Her heels crossed behind his hips, positioned in the small but obvious, symmetrical, lateral depressions in his lower torso that seemed to be designed specifically for that. Earthlings called them ‘dimples of Venus,’ taking their cue from the goddess of Physical Glee and Love of an ancient cult in their world. It was a name Aywanin liked; an apt association. As faithful as she was to the Great Mother, she had to admit the sensuality of that particular spot on their bodies could only be a detail born from the mind of a deity devoted to love, desire, and passion.

The young warrior gave himself the push to break away from the rough, sharp surface, rotated on himself, and slammed her against it. Pleasantly painful, the impact forced her to break their effusion with a hiss. His gaze carried a hint of disapproval, softened by the familiar gleam in his eyes that deepened the color of his iris. His eyes, usually a piercing cold yellow, with just the right hint of vibrant green akin to a lime peel, morphed into a mesmerizing shade of honey gold.

“We’re almost there,” he exhaled, his warm breath gently brushing against her face. “I'm loving it here. Isn't this place so … suggestive?” “Too risky. We'd be totally busted if someone showed up.” There was nowhere to hide. “You said this is a secret passageway known only to you and Lo’ak.” “Yeah, but —.” Aywanin hushed him by laying her index finger to seal his lips. “No one's gonna drop by. It's the middle of the night. C'mon, take a look. It's so pretty here.” It looked like a Martian landscape: rocky, inhospitable, and rugged, with a magnificent sky to witness their love. Although their stars were the glowworms with which they faced Unitarol. "Why not switch things up and try something different?” she asked, winkingly. Again, that expression that sometimes he wanted to tear away, but most of the same made his knees go soft, and his saliva thicken into a rump. “You will be my downfall,” he accused with a smile. “I am your downfall.”

Holding her tightly, Neteyam followed the veins that marked the rock where rainwater seepage led to a depression in the innermost part of the underground chamber. A place secluded enough for no one to surprise them, and of ideal acoustics to hear her chant his name over and over again like a prayer. Aywanin knew how to put a strain on his balance as he walked, being careful where he put his feet. Her kisses and bites were distracting because of the tremors they caused throughout his body. But Neteyam was a man of iron will; he would not give in to the temptation to take her there, in a chalky rock corridor. No, he would lay her down on the nice moss that covered the moisture-laden stone pavement, at the spot where the luminescent larvae had the most prolific colony. So many trails and shimmering dots on par with constellations in the celestial vault.

Perhaps if they had not been so immersed in their frolicking. In the hard kisses that wanted to suck the air out of each other’s lungs, in the scratches along his back, in the marks between her neck and shoulder. Perhaps they would have noticed sooner the low moans that echoed from the depths of the cave. More and more frequent and high-pitched, until one of them culminated in a louder shriek.

“Ma’Jake!”

The tips of Neteyam’s ears clicked like toy soldiers, and he urgently crouched down behind the largest boulder he could find, with still Aywanin clinging to him, shielding her. “Teyam?” she asked in a daze, but he quickly signaled for her to stay quiet by raising his index finger. “What is it? What’s going on?” she whispered then. Without a word, he lifted himself up just enough on his ankles to peer over the edge of the rock.

The clan only had one Jake, and only one person could appeal to him in such an intimate manner.

Neteyam stifled an expletive, shrugging her off to slide seated against the wall, where he slammed the back of his head. “My parents are here.” “Your parents?! You said this passage—.” “Guess it's not as secret as we thought.” “Why are they even here?” He cast her a look that was both eloquent and pleading. Don't make me say it out loud, please. “Date night.” He simply stated, and the girl's eyes squinted wildly. She was shivering with cold sweat. By now it was too late; they could no longer escape without them noticing. All they could do was wait for them to... finish.

Jake had nailed her to the wall in a voracious kiss as he trudged to unfasten the flight leggings that veiled her legs. His fingers slid over the perforated details of the leather fabric and up her calf, then over the knee that grazed his pelvis. What was left of their clothes soon scattered on the floor. Sucking the breath from her lungs, his wet kisses lingered on her lips, letting the desire to be taken dig into her skin and creep ever stronger. He lifted her off the ground, lacing her ankles behind his back and sliding to his right. She was unbalanced for a second for lack of support, but Jake was ready for that eventuality as well. “No way I’m going to drop you,” he whispered laughingly, continuing to a deliberately bumped obstacle. He set her down on a hard surface and the woman brought her hands behind her, bracing herself on what must have been a deformation of the rock face. Before she could speak, her mate bit the back of her shoulder. A wave of strong ardor washed over her flesh, and she could not help but rub herself against him, moaning Jake’s name. His bites were wild and fervent and made her legs soft.

A strange heat spread through Aywanin as she stared at the scene in astonishment, unable to look away. It was bewitching. Every flap of skin flushed, every nerve ending awakened. The senses heightened; especially the touch that grew impatient and the sense of smell yearning to register any detail of the pheromones that characterized them. So unique, so theirs.

“Why didn’t we start like this right away?” The olo’eyktan whispered between kisses. “Someone here didn’t even want to go out tonight. He was tired,” Neytiri reciprocated with all the passion she possessed. “What a bad person.” “Horrible.” “This horrible guy gonna bang you so well that you will forget even your name.” He swallowed her tongue again, his arms wrapped possessively around her.

The kiss lasted an eternity.

It was strange to see Neytiri so vulnerable. The image of the woman in her head was very clear: proud, beautiful, and imperturbable. But in her husband’s hands, she shattered and became malleable like soft clay. It was as if she lost what she was in that state. Warrior, mother, tsakarem. Only the woman remained, and so did Jake. For the first time, the girl’s eyes rested on their figures without seeing what they represented, and this triggered something in her. As if the two lovers had pressed a button inside her, lit a fire that burned away everything else. Without looking away for an instant, she reached for Neteyam’s loincloth and unfastened it. Despite the soft thud it made, the sound of his parents' cries overpowered any potential echo.

The boy was about to ask her what the fuck was going on in her mind, but the grip on his throbbing member cut off his breath. “No. No, Aywa, stop!” he yelled in a murmur, but she took to pump him undaunted. Up and down along the shaft, preening the base more and more, and teasing his slit at the tip as she knew he liked it. “We can’t leave without them noticing us. We might as well make the most of this experience and get a free lesson in a fortunate marriage.”

Marriage. It was a recurring theme lately. Or rather, it was a topic Neteyam often brought up, ready to culminate in their long courtship, their dream of love. Yet Aywanin had never been too open about it, leaving the question undetermined, although the answer would have been simple. They just had to set a date. This was the last of the situations in which he would have predicted her to open the subject of her own accord.

Were they indeed going to discuss it now? With his parents’ moans in his ear, their bodies entwined in his peripheral vision, and his fiancée's hand jerking him off to top it all off?

“I want to learn whatever it takes to make you happy.” “You already make me happy.” “I want you to be happy forever. That you choose me all your life like your father chooses your mother every day.” “I wish the same.” “Then let’s make the most of it. There is no better example than them,” she smiled like a fox.

They mimicked as far as possible everything they saw their unsuspecting mentors doing.

“Open.” heard Jake say, out of breath. “W-what?” “Your legs,” his voice was an octave lower, “Show me what you’re hiding.”

Aywanin swallowed hard as Neteyam positioned himself between her own legs. She didn't think the young man would get involved in such a perversion. Normally, he was the sweetest man in the world in bed. He cuddled her by whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Their bodies swayed together as they listened to the ticking of the bedposts and the rustle of the wind beating against the roof of the hut. But he could also be imperious and rough, aware of how much she liked a little force between waves of bliss. And that was just a taste of what he planned to do within minutes as he listened to his father’s words as if they were direct orders. The perfect little soldier.

Watching him participate in the game was an ecstatic experience that words cannot capture. The satisfaction that inflamed her insides was so enveloping that it stunned her, leaving her with a single, powerful conviction, a blaze of lucidity impossible to extinguish except with the roar of orgasm.

She was responsible for his transformation. She uncovered his true essence.

And what could pass for dominance was, in reality, nothing more than submission to the drives that he was so distressed to drown; but when he was with her, they resurfaced and obscured reason, erasing the hardness of his nature. The only thing that mental state allowed to keep hard was the long, heavy cock that now contracted against his belly.

She shuddered under his gaze, the coils in her stomach tensing. He knew she didn’t want it to be gentle, not after coming all that way at that time of night. She didn’t want him to be respectful, right now, with this amount of desire burning inside her. If this was a way to please her, even if it was out of his character, he would do anything to fulfill her dirtiest dream.

They turned to look at the other couple. The mischief in Jake’s eyes was quickly replaced by impatience when Neytiri didn’t indulge him. “I said, open,” she lifted her chin, feeling weak under the superiority of his gaze. “Are you pretending to be shy?” he spat. Nonchalantly, she opened her legs, allowing a glimpse of her folds, wet and glistening. “You can do better than that. Spread.” He ordered as he reached out a hand, tightening his fingers around her ankle, and yanked her forward until she slid off the boulder. She gasped in surprise, her shins dangling over the edge as he cupped her mouth with one palm and pinned her thigh with the other. His grip was never too strong to leave a mark. He loved her too much to hurt her.

He forced her to extend them as far apart as possible, exposing her squirming hole to hungry eyes. “Look at you,” he said, as he traced the folds with his fingertips. “You’re soaked.” He slipped two digits into his mouth, smeared them with saliva, and brought them back down to slide over her clit. Without warning, he pushed them in, spinning them upwards and she gasped. He removed his fingers, only to put them back in his mouth and taste her on his tongue. He kept his eyes on her as he emitted a little mumbling around his phalanges. His smile was salacious.

Asserting that Neytiri enjoyed being taken in that indelicate way because she loved suffering itself was inaccurate. On the contrary, she knew how to turn out to be extremely proactive. Sometimes a spark would inflame within her, propelling her to seize control with a calculated and ruthless determination, detached from her usual self, solely driven to instill despair in him. But most of the time, she loved the feeling of being able to melt into his powerful arms. The realization that he knew exactly whatever weakness she had and turned it to his advantage sent her into raptures.

Aywanin was on the verge of saying his name when he tightened his grip around her throat and groaned into her lips as he burned her with a peck. His tongue slipped between her teeth, moving in a mad dance against her writhing one. The clamp around her neck was tight, his hand and his kiss choking her simultaneously. When he let go, Neteyam’s face hovered over hers, letting her savor the fresh scent of his breath. “Consider yourself lucky that I love you so damn much to give you what you want,” he remarked as he plunged his digits in. A shudder ran through her like a shot of adrenaline that melted her in his grasp, her lips parted in a choked sob.

The other man kissed his woman once, softly, languidly, but when he dragged his lips to her ear, his voice was dangerously arousing, “Do you want me to fuck you here and now?” “Y-yes,” she pleaded at his mercy. He purred, a small smirk pressed against the skin under her earlobe, pleased by such abandonment. Removing his hand from her larynx, he cupped her jaw until her lips puckered. He was only a breath away when he hissed, “First things first, you'll have to do a little something for me.” He stood up before her, staring at her through impossibly black lashes. She yearned so much for him to touch her, but even without speaking, Jake could already tell.

“On your knees,” he commanded, but she was too overwrought to obey immediately. He laid her on the ground, wonderfully aligned with his pelvis, “Do you want me to do it or do you think you can give pleasure to your husband?” he taunted her, poking her right in the self-esteem: a challenge. A proud grin colored his face as she settled better on her knees, a glint of ardent stinginess crossed her golden eyes. His thumb tucked into her mouth and rubbed his tongue, his fingertip pressed against her taste buds. Jake’s gaze lit with lust as her lips sealed around his finger, mimicking what she would do next. Withdrawing his hand, he returned to caress her chin, raised to look him straight in the eye. Those sharp, criminal eyes, and he rearranged her hair haphazardly so that it would not be in the way.

She, though a little trembling, kissed him on the tip, letting him know the softness of her lips before her tongue came into play. “Look how docile you are, just a little bitch.” The girl squinted. Neteyam was different. Rougher. The sweetness and romance that characterized the affection of his actions had vanished; he was doing the opposite of what he usually did. She had never yet seen this side of him. His mouth's inclination towards dirty talk didn't shock her, but he never insulted her. She was intoxicated by the electrifying novelty, as if under the influence of a powerful drug. The blood rushed all southward as she looked at him surreptitiously, so yielding prostrate at his feet, kneeling like a worshipper before her god. “Use that long tongue of yours.” She obeyed, giving him little laps on his crevice as she pumped him with one fist. He snorted, immensely pleased at her meekness. This wasn’t Neteyam. It appeared a demon had pilfered Neteyam's face and put it on.

Aywanin dragged her lips to one side, tracing the raised veins with her tongue. “Good. Now open.” Her mouth parted in a gasp and he slammed his shaft against her full lips, pulling back her arranged tail when she did not move in the desired rhythm. Her muscles adjusted to the intrusion and Neteyam wasted no time, in one attempt he thrust fully into her cavity, reaching up to strike the back of her throat. Her eyelids closed, soft whimpers muffled on her epidermis. Her glittering reddened eyes barred as she struggled to breathe, and struggled to hold up his hard irises, but the disparaging smile that made him look like a reprobate got the better of her; it was so tyrannical it was almost frightening.

Seeing how her features altered as she savored his length, how her eyelashes became tear-drenched and a vivid erubescence colored her cheeks, was the most heavenly sinful sight he could imagine. The way she sustained his piercing glance, the way she repressed the instinct to puke when the tip struck the base of her larynx, past the uvula. He nullified the remaining space, pressing her nose against his pelvis and blocking her airway for a few seconds before releasing her. She coughed for air, choking on her own saliva.

Jake lowered himself down to his spouse's level, wiping away the salty trails that joined her eyes to her open mouth. His thumbs caressed her flushed cheekbones, forcing her to meet his gaze as he set her back on her feet, turned her around, and leaned her against the rock. “You won’t have any peace. I won’t slow down until I have stuffed you. I’ll give you yet another of my kids.” The gentle touch he shook her hair with broke the tension for a moment. That genuine concern in his voice and in his eyes. “Just take me and shut up,” Neytiri playfully rolled her eyes, and he returned it. Four children were more than enough.

No one would engage in further conversation; instead, they would delve into each other’s boundaries within the cave, with no chance of retreat. The dragon had been awakened.

“Your parents are funking hot.” “Do. Not. Say. It. Ever. Again.”

Aww poor boy, he’s traumatized now.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

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chapter 00. origami hearts. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

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synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed

"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"

00. ORIGAMI HEARTS

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a/n: cute pre debut jake and a little backstory :) (also this was originally written with an oc in mind of 3rd person pov so if i forgot to make some edits here and there i apologize)

— SUMMER ‘19

YOU SQUEEZED YOUR eyes shut. Reluctantly pulling your phone down, you pinched the bridge of your nose in attempt to alleviate the blurriness that came from staring at your screen for an unprecedented amount of time.

The distant sound of the tracks were drown out by your headphones that played music consistently the second you stepped into the subway. With it being the middle of the day, there were less people commuting providing enough comfortable space to find a spot to stand at without being compressed or hovered beside others. A majority of the open seats provided for everyone to use had been taken, leaving you to decide against squeezing between two random strangers although your feet continued to ache as time passed.

Letting out a near silent groan, you rolled your neck in the smallest of ways. Ensuring you weren’t disturbing other passengers, you shifted your weight on your feet. Although no one had turned to provide any attention to you, you continued to attempt to get comfortable until losing your footing upon the subway swaying.

The off-balancedness caused you to stumble back while your feet tripped over the person's behind you. Nearly falling back, a pair of hands were quick to catch, one behind your back while the other grabbed your arm.

Scrambling to stand up properly, you spun around to face the stranger who saved you from the fall. Not leaving yourself enough time to catch a proper glimpse, you bowed down to a near 90 degree angle. "I'm sorry, thank you for catching me,"

Your stiff pronunciation caused you to grimace in your head. It had been hard for you to adjust in using Korean, although with the few friends you’ve made, you still had trouble speaking to strangers as it made you nervous.

Not getting an immediate response, you cautiously looked up. To your surprise, your gaze landed upon a boy, one that seemed to be your age who was gaping like a fish. Looking rather flustered himself, he began to scratch the back of his neck.

"Uh, it's okay. You're welcome," With his words flowing between English and Korean, your eyes lit up. His pronunciation sounded like yours when you first started learning.

Glancing around, you took note of how no one else within had bothered to spare the two of you a look of interest. "You speak English?" You asked softly, your voice low and his expression visibly relaxed.

"Yeah, I'm from Australia but moved back to Korea a few days ago," He replied, matching your level of tone. You nodded, the clear accent shadowed his words that contrasted against your American one. "My name is Jake,"

"I'm ___," Returning the boxy smile sent your way from Jake, you felt a sense of comfort in the Australian boy considering you weren’t forced to rack your brain continuously to attempt at a conversation like you usually did. "I'm from the U.S,"

Jake nodded along."What part?" He asked politely, choosing to further the conversation between the two of you.

"California," You answer, a small smile appearing at your lips as his eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh that's cool! I've always wanted to visit there," He beams, his giddy expression one that reminded you of an excited puppy. With a quiet laugh leaving your lips, you shifted your weight on your feet and fumbled with the rings along your fingers. Although you excelled at masking your discomfort, Jake was able to pick up on it. Standing up from the spot he was previously sat in, he pulled his backpack over one shoulder and made a small gesture to the now open space. "Um, here, here please sit,"

You blinked. Involuntarily, you felt your face tingle with heat slowly creeping across your features. "Oh, oh no, no please. You were sitting first and my stops almost here-"

"You've been shifting in your spot since you got on," Jake spoke softly, this time out of embarrassment as his expression flushed a deeper red compared to yours. "I-I mean, I just noticed. I was going to tell you to switch with me earlier but I didn't know if that was weird and plus, my Korean isn't very good so I didn't know if that's all you spoke either,"

"Oh, um," You felt a smile perk at your lips. The kindhearted gesture only furthered your amusement seeing as how Jake looked awfully bashful staring at you with nervous eyes and slightly flushed red cheeks. "Thank you, Jake," With a slight bow, you allowed yourself to slip into the unoccupied seat.

A shiver shot down his spine, Jake having to resist the urge to react. He couldn't tell if he was more happy that you didn't turn down his offer or because of the way his name rolled off your tongue and echoed like a soft melody.

"You're welcome, ___," He replies, attempting to keep his giddiness at bay but as soon as your eyes met, they quickly looked away in sync. A laughter filtered between you, voices mixing together to fill the air out of the awkwardness that swirled between you two teens.

You noticed how Jake was quite shy, although he did hold a sort of openness and warmth to him, he was shy nonetheless beneath the surface.

As the giggles begin to die out, your gazes connected once more. Gleaming eyes and ghost smiles shared, your bodies subconsciously moved in the slightest of ways to face one another. Jake was the first to look away, overwhelmed by the deep contact and praying he had no sense of blush rushing over his features from it.

You smiled, you found it endearing. Clearing your throat, you shook head slightly before straightening up. "Why'd you come back to Korea?"

"Hm?" Jake hums, tilting his head curiously not fully comprehending the sentence as he was far too engrossed by the pearly smile you continued to flash at him.

"You just came back to Korea, yeah?" You reiterate. "So, what brought you back?"

Jake pauses, pondering over the question. "I, uh," He begins, a small hum leaving his lips. He had a small debate within himself, wondering if he should tell you the truth but as he looked back to you who sat with a doe eyed expression patiently staring up at him, he knew the answer. Looking around momentarily, Jake leaned in slightly, one hand holding the safety pole he stood next to as he dipped down. "I have an audition at HYBE with Bang Si-hyuk,"

You took a moment, blinking slowly as you processed what he said. "Hold on," You spoke, a small laugh filtering through. "HYBE, like as in the company that BTS is under? And Bang Si-hyuk who is the one who founded them? You're auditioning for that HYBE?"

Living in Korea, you understood and clearly saw just how much of an impact BTS and K-pop itself had on the world. Its popularity continuing to grow internationally and you yourself had run in to a few wannabe trainees when you were with friends on a night out. But you could tell Jake wasn't telling you just to boast and make himself seem cool and admirable.

"That's amazing Jake," You encouraged, warmth evident in your voice as he smiled at your positive reaction. "I'm sure you'll make it and do great,"

"Eh, I don't know," Jake spoke, a hand going up to run through his hair. "It's an international audition, there's going to be guys from everywhere and I'm not even a trainee. I probably won't get it,"

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head. "You've got to have faith in yourself," You encourage but Jake merely shrugged his shoulders. It was evident that the boy was nervous, his confidence level low for someone who was aiming to be a soon to be star. "I know you'll make it,"

An airy laugh left his lips. "What?" He snickers, perplexed by your bold words that seemed like a promise. You stared back at him, nodding once with a look that displayed you didn't hold an ounce of doubt. "You.. you don't even know me. I could be a terrible singer and dancer, how could you be so sure without even knowing if I had talent?"

"Well, you and your family flying out from Australia just for an audition that you knew you wouldn't make doesn't seem very likely," You start, holding up a finger as you stated the reason. "Which means you have some form of talent in singing and dancing department," A second finger went up. "Having potential and working harder for the things you want tend to work out for people," A third. "And you're cute. Along with that boyish charming thing you got going on. That covers an all around good idol on the surface level, right?" A final finger went up as you beamed a smile, your reasons being enough justification in your eyes.

"That.." Jake began, fumbling for a proper retort but he figured anything he would say wouldn't be enough to convince you. Instead, his eyes flickered to the ground, a small form of embarrassment from the unexpected praise and blind faith held for a boy you just met. He didn't even have time to properly comprehend the latter sentence of flattery and compliment that came from you as he was already flushed from your words prior.

Amused, you began to dig through your bag, eyes flickering up to Jake who stood in a trace looking back at you with a dazed expression. Repressing a laugh at the doe-y look, you find the packet of gum you were searching for, pulling out a stick for yourself before pausing. Holding out the packet, Jake blinked out of his frozen state, glancing at the half empty pack, he hesitantly takes hold of a stick for himself.

"Thank you," He speaks up, voice softer than before due to his previous flustered state still lingering within.

Humming in response, you began to unfold your wrapper and stuck the gum in your mouth, beginning to chew. Fumbling with the foil and paper, Jake watches as you carefully folds the small sheet into shape. Expertly maneuvering the gum wrapper as if it were nothing, he watched as the folded paper turned into a small heart within a few seconds.

Noticing his curious gaze, you held it up with a smile to display your heart. "A girl I met in second grade taught me how to do this. I thought it was the coolest thing and I've just, sorta done it ever since then,"

"It is cool," Jake agrees, amazed at how quickly you were able to create it.

You held out your hand, gesturing to Jake's that held his empty wrapper. "Here, I'll do it to yours and show you," You offer and immediately afterward he hands it over.

Folding the paper slowly this time, you hold it carefully for him to see in full display.

"So why did you come to Korea?" Jake asks after a few seconds. Glancing up, you intended to meet his gaze but his eyes were focused on following along to the origami folding you were in the process off. A small smile peaked at your lips, the way his head was tilted slightly to the side and the soft way his brows pinched together in concentration were endearing.

"I'm an exchange student," You answered, going back to focusing on the heart. "I just finished my second year of University,"

Jake's head quickly picked up at this. With wide eyes, he stared at you in shock. "How old are you?" He blurts, the words leaving his lips without second thought. The entire conversation between you two, Jake had assumed you were the same age, maybe he was even a little older considering the baby-face look that you had.

"Here in Korea, I'm 18," You answer with a small laugh out of amusement from the reaction. "I was born in '02,"

"I was too," Jake frowns his brows, his confusion furthering. "So, internationally you're only 16?"

"17 actually, my birthday just passed in April," You correct with a small shrug. "I skipped a grade and throughout high school I took college classes so I'm a little ahead of everyone our age,"

"Wow," He breathes out in awe of the information. "So for the past year you've been living here?"

"Yeah, roughly," You nod along. "Growing up, I was essentially raised by my mom and her best friend. Her best friend is Korean and her family still lives here so when I said I wanted to take an exchange year, they set it up and I've been living with her sister and her family,"

"That's really cool," Jake meets your eyes, you sending him a mere smile, waving it off. "Seriously, you're really cool," He reiterates, practically oozing with admiration for your accomplishments. The praise followed with boyish charm as he returned your meek smile with a boxy grin.

"Yeah?" You laugh, finding his spark of amazement rather amusing. "You're cool too Jake," You add, holding up the now finished folded up heart. Although he lost his concentration on figuring out how to make one of his own, Jake still took the origami wrapper happily, carefully holding it as if he were afraid he'd mess it up so quickly.

Slipping your phone out from your pocket, you take note the time. Pursing your lips, you begin to fumble with your bag again. Jake watched expectantly, confused as you pulled out a pen and began to unfold your own paper heart that you made first.

"When's your audition?" You asked, the words momentarily distracting Jake from whatever you began to scribble along the inside of the wrapper.

"Three days," He replied, clicking his tongue at the thought. The nerves that he had since the moment he landed in Korea had begun to flood back, the momentary relief from speaking to you only lasted so long before he was reminded of reality and his circumstances.

You nodded, a small hum leaving your lips. "That's when I fly back to America,"

Jake tensed up. He understood that you were essentially a stranger, the short conversation one that would probably be irrelevant to you later on but to him, you were the first almost-friend he's made since landing. Being alone without his family made it that much harder to fight his internal battle of worries. He had a false hope that maybe your subway talk would lead to a proper friendship but once again, reality brought him to a rude awakening.

The metro began to come to a gradual stop. The cart swaying slightly as the subway pulled into the station and in return, a few passengers began to stand, one including you.

With the pen now tucked away and your origami heart folded once more, you sent the boy a bright smile that brought warmth to their bittersweet goodbye. "This is my stop," You announced, adjusting the bag that was slung over your shoulder. "I liked talking to you Jake,"

"Yeah, me too," He replied softly, his smile evidently smaller than before causing you to feel a tug at your heart, noting how adorable it was from your perspective. His pout indicated that he enjoyed your company just as much as you did. "We're probably never going to see each other again, are we?" Jake snickers, clicking his tongue with distaste at the thought.

"Who knows?" You began, gesturing for him to hold out his hand. Raising a brow, Jake followed to your signal, his hand being held between the two as he allowed you to grab hold of it. Flipping his wrist so his palm was facing upward, your hand cupped his own while your other gently placed the origami heart in the center. Your soft fingertips grazed his skin, the contact sending a wild flame throughout his body and Jake had to resist the urge to shiver at the contrast of how cold your fingers actually were. "If we're meant to then we will, I'll even buy you a drink for our reunion,"

"I feel like I should do that instead of you," He teases as you hum. Your hands moved away from his own, the loss of contact left a lingering air between you as the subway doors opened allowing for passengers to flood both in and out.

"You can pay for the one after that," You smile, taking a step back indicating the end of the temporary rendezvous from the outside world. "Hey, when you're a big worldwide idol, remember that I was your first and biggest fan, got that?"

Jake let out a small laugh, nodding along fully compliant. "Of course, I'll remember," He agrees causing you to nod.

"Good," You hum. Making your way to exit the doors, you stops to turn to the boy watching after you still. The familiar cheeky smile appeared at your lips, one that seemed bigger and brighter than the others and sent Jake's heart to rapidly thump like a drum through his ears. "Bye Jake,"

"Bye ___," He echos, voice softer than before but a fond smile captured his expression. Sparing him a look, you spun on the heels of your feet and began to walk away from the opening.

Jake's eyes followed you through the windows within, focusing on your figure walk away but just before you disappeared from his line of vision, you turned back. Seemingly feeling his gaze, you looked up with a smile, waving a final goodbye.

One that he mirrored. As the metro closed its doors and began to embark to its next destination, the two of you waved at one another until finally out of sight.

Jake let out a sigh. Glancing around, he noticed that the subway was more crowded than before but the seat he and you shared was open right beside him. Placing himself down in the spot, the boy situated himself before carefully beginning to unfold the heart you left him.

With his own safely tucked away in his jacket pocket, Jake's eyes narrowed in on the writing that filled the inside of the gum wrapper. The short message that was written scribbled in a hurry but still neat nonetheless.

The note itself was short and sweet, adhering to the small amount of space and minimal amount of time given to write it. You wrote it out of a final boost of confidence for the boy, intended to hopefully give him some form of temporary encouragement. You figured he'd smile at the message but it would nonetheless be thrown away later on in the day, soon forgotten along with the majority of their conversation with time passing.

But that wasn't the case for the words written held a far greater weight than you knew. Rather than having you forgotten, Jake would hold onto the origami hearts, it and it's message being close to his heart along with the idea of a girl he wasn't sure he'd ever meet again.

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man i got my mind fixated on dilf!jake having you sit on his thigh while preparing you for the long night ahead 🤭

warnings → NSFW (minors dni), p in v! unprotected sex, soft!dom jake, squirting, slight size kink, breeding kink obvi (typical Jake).

Word count → 1.3k

Jake has his big arm sprawled across your chest, keeping you in place on his lap. Your back arching against his beautifully toned abs. You could feel every muscle and vein in his arm, every little scar across his chest. He’s got one thigh resting between the both of yours, making you mindlessly grind down. You watch as he drags two of his fingers from your navel down to your clit. Lightly brushing his fingers against it, you whimper. Your eyes screw shut as you feel one of his large fingers trace your needy hole, gathering some of your slick before bringing it up and gently rubbing it on your clit. Letting out a gasp, you begin to buck your hips, searching for more friction. “Uh uh”, Jake moves his hand to now hold your hips down, “I don’t want none of that squirming or nothing, you hear me?” Your lustful eyes meet his stern ones, gently nodding. “Yes sir.”

His two fingers plunge into you repeatedly, dragging you closer to your third orgasm of the night. You’re a moaning mess, grinding yourself down onto his fingers, desperately chasing your release. He gently moves his fingers in a scissor motion, stretching you out. You let out a lewd moan, feeling the tight knot inside you beginning to snap. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He tilts his head to look down at your hands that are now tightly holding onto his arm, leaving scratch marks and small moon like crescents from having your nails constantly digging into his skin. You open your mouth to answer but no noise comes out as you feel your release suddenly come crashing down on you. Silent tears leave your eyes due to the endless pleasure you’re feeling at the moment. He brings his thumb to rub your clit in fast circles, watching as your body fluids coat his hand.

“Too much! Too much!” You cry out. Sighing once you finally feel his fingers leave your abused cunt. He moves his head to roughly kiss your neck, leaving love bites trailing up from your jaw down to the top of your perky tits. “Jake, wan’ you, wan’ you so bad! Please-”

“Shh shh. I got you baby girl.” He lifts you up by your waist, spinning you around so that you’re now facing him. He keeps one hand tightly gripped onto your waist, using his other hand to gently prod his tip at your tired but desperate hole. “You sure this is what you want? Hm?” You let out a meek “mhm” looking down at his pink tip. You nearly drool at the sight of pre-cum leaking from him. “Words baby. I need words.”

“Yes! Please Jake, I wan’ you so bad. Need you so bad!” You manage to whimper out. He places a rough, calloused hand on your cheek. “Oh kid..” He looks at the fat tears rolling down your face. “You can have me. You can have all of me. No more tears babygirl.” He raises his thumb, using it to wipe your tears away. You softly smile back at him, leaning in so that your foreheads are touching. He moves back before leaning in again and crashing his lips into your own. The kiss was a perfect mix of lust and love, driving you both mad. You reach behind his head, yearning for the beautiful, ethereal connection to be shared between the two of you. Grabbing his queue in one hand, you use the other to grab yours. You look towards his face, silently asking for consent. He gives you a short nod with a small smirk, watching you slowly bring your tswin to connect with his.

Your eyes dialate, leaving one a small rim of yellow around your blown pupils. Feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions shared, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the pleasure. His rough fingers squeeze your plush hips, making you let out a contempt sigh. You bring your uneven breath to match the pace of his, breathing in slowly through your mouth before exhaling. “You ready, kid?” He questions as his thumb gently strokes your upper thigh. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready.”

You burry your face into the crook of his neck as you feel his hand leave your hip to grab his painfully hard cock. Beginning to relieve some of his pain he rubs his length in between your soft thighs, making you even more aroused than before if that’s even possible. You lift your head up, letting out a breathy moan. “Jake.” “I got you, baby. Just relax.” He once again brings his tip to prod at your soaking cunt before starting to push himself in. Now, you’re not a virgin, but the stretch still burns and stings alot. Before you know it he’s got just over half his length inside of you, not moving an inch to give you time to adjust. After a few seconds you ready yourself, “You can move now.” You moan at the feeling of the entirety of his dick filling you up, his tip kissing your cervix perfectly. His hands are gripping firmly on your waist, helping you to grind and bounce on his dick at a slow pace.

“More, Jake I wan’ more!” You beg, eyes looking into his pleadingly. He lets out a grunt, lifting you up by your waist, flipping you around and bending you over so that your face is now pushed into the soft grass below you. You have your ass up in the air, back arching while he holds both your hands behind your back. This is truely a sight for sore eyes, Jake thinks to himself. With his dick still inside of you, he begins thrusting, speeding up his pace until he’s mercilessly pounding himself into you. You cry out, silent tears leaving your eyes yet again. You begin to feel dizzy, having that coil build up inside of you for the fourth time that night.

“You gonna come for me again, girl?” He says, still pounding into you at an unreal pace. “F-fuck, Jake!” You scream out. “Please let me cum, please!” You feel that coil inside of you about to snap. Even if he didn’t grant you permission to cum, your sure you still would, you would be incapable of holding back. “Let go, pretty girl. Cum for me, cum all over this dick.” You let out the loudest moan you ever have, nearly screaming. Your juices spray all over his still moving cock and his lower stomach, making his abs glisten in the moonlight.

The pleasure becomes too much, with his thick cock still thrusting inside you you, your legs shake uncontrollably. “Jake- I.. I can’t.” You start to squirm, trying to wriggle your hands out of his strong grip. “Just a second, mamas. I’m almost there.” He speeds up his pace once again, chasing his own orgasm. “Wanna pump you full of my seed, watch as your belly swells up with my baby, yeah?” You whimper at the thought. He lets out a guttural moan, filling your hole with his warm cum, painting your spongey walls white. You mewl at the feeling of the heat of his load making it’s way into your womb. He slowly pulls himself out of you, feeling his orgasm fade away. He watches as some of his seed drips out of your cunt, using two of his fingers to push it back in and keeping it there. “Don’t wanna waste nun’ of it do we?” You shake your head side to side, “nuh uh.” Your eyes slowly drooping shut.

After a few minutes of making sure none of his load will spill out of you, he pulls his fingers out of your abused pussy and licks them clean, tasting a mix of both your fluids. He brings your limp body into his arms, lying down and resting you on his chest. “You were so good, such a good girl for me. So fuckin’ perfect” He brings his arm to gently stroke your side. You both lay there in silence, listening to each other’s laboured breaths. Your breath starts to even out, slowly falling asleep with your head pressed into his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep slumber. He notices that you’ve fallen asleep, now letting himself fall into his own slumber.

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