Ruin You

ruin you

bff!jake. 1.6k words. smuttt.

“how long left til your date?”

“an hour.”

“perfect. that’s plenty of time.”

“for what jake- ahh-” your words turn into squeals when the man carries you over to his side of the car, literally manhandling you as if you weighed nothing to him.

guess his trips to the gym really were beneficial.

the man holds you still on his lap, facing him, while grounding your hips down so you can feel the growing tent in his sweat pants that you swore you had just helped get rid of back at his place.

“again?”

“what can i do?” the ends of his lips pull into a smug grin as he leans in to place a kiss on your chin, “you’re such a pretty, pretty girl.”

“sweet talk isn’t always going to get you what you want, mr sim.”

“just trying to help. i just want to get you ready for your date,” he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, the grin on his face however tells you that his next words were going to be anything but nonchalant.

“and how will you be doing that?”

your words seem to be the cue for him to lean in and kiss you sweetly. you loved these kind of kisses from jake, when he treated you so gently, as if you were his most prized possession.

you had spent the day at your best friend’s place, in his bed with his arms around you and his lips on yours for most of it. this was how you both spent most of your sundays, literally joined by the hip with heaps of what you and him liked to call, lazy fucking.

and usually, you’d stay there til the very next day and head off classes together but you had a date tonight. a blind date.

you and jake were best friends, have been for the past two years but a drunken mistake one night led to the beginning of your hook ups. with no strings attached of course. the man would go on dates and you would go on yours but by the end of the night, you’d be knocking at each other’s doors. like clockwork, a familiar routine.

it was a strange friendship but it worked and it had been for the past three months. you’ve always enjoyed the man’s fun company but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the dominant side of jake sim that only you got to experience.

like the him right now, sitting before you.

“my pretty, i’m going to ruin you. i’m going to make sure he’ll never be good enough. no one will.”

he kisses you again almost immediately, not letting you have a single say.

there was something noticeably different about jake today, something slightly off that you can’t pinpoint. your bestie never cared much about who you went on dates with but his words and his actions today told you different. maybe it’s because your blind date was supposedly the captain of the football team, someone good looking, smart and rich. what girl wouldn’t fall for that right?

the delusional side of you hoped that you were right, that you going on a date tonight did bother jake. but you knew yourself that it wasn’t likely, not when said man had hot girls lined up for him every week.

you were just an easier fuck whenever he needed it.

the coldness of his fingers on your skin brings you out of your stupid thoughts, only to realise what he was actually doing. trust him to already have his sweatpants down his knees and your panties under your dress slipped to one side. how he could be so fast still manages to surprise you, time after time.

the feeling of his cock rubbing at your bareness elicits a breathy moan from you. it drove you to almost insanity whenever he did this, your core desperate and screaming to be filled up by the man.

“will you let me put it in pretty?”

“yes jake please,” your words sounded more like whimpers, something he enjoyed a little too much with the way he was already grinning.

he knows you’re desperate for him and he was loving every bit of it.

he kisses you again while his hands are busy at your waist, easily lifting you up. every part of you is immediately put on overdrive as you slowly sink onto him, your wetness taking as much of his hard on as possible. and damn was that a full time job of its own.

“oh my god- jake-” you’re already seeing stars, your mind spinning and it was just the tip. no matter how many times you’ve done this, you always end up struggling to fit it. just proves how big jake sim really was.

“poor baby. need my help?”

you nod way too quickly at his question, causing the man to laugh. but you don’t care how pathetic you must’ve looked because you wanted him to help. it’s always how it went between you two anyway, with jake doing most of the work, manhandling your body like it was his own personal rag doll.

and you would never complain. ever.

because by the end of it all, jake always made sure you were satisfied first, letting you cum countless times before he would.

so you didn’t expect anything different this time either.

his arms circle your waist, hugging you even closer as he thrusts upwards, filling you. all you could do was whine at the feeling of him even deeper inside of you, his thickness almost breaking you in half. but you couldn’t care less, not when it felt this good.

you grip tighter onto his shoulders as jake pounds into you, your nails almost ripping the man’s poor shirt, similar to your dress strap that was currently hanging on for dear life.

“f- feels so good-”

“i know baby, i know,” he coos into your ear, his voice so deep, just like his cock that’s currently buried inside of you. his hands are now grasping your waist, holding you still in place so he could angle himself better.

of course fucking in jake’s car wasn’t at the top of your favourite places to do it but just something about it, perhaps the tight space or the high chance of getting caught or even the fogged up windows... turned you on a little too much.

“jake...”

“what do you want pretty, tell me. you know i’d give you anything right?”

“please... i want to cum-”

your body begins to fall apart when he hits one specific angle, an angle he had perfected only after a week. it was like he knew everything about your body already. where to touch, where to kiss, where to suck. the man was a fast learner and you were more than thankful for that.

“anything for my pretty baby...” his thrusts fastens almost immediately, causing your head to fall back against the stirring wheel. you have no idea of what’s what anymore, all you know is that you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

your moans, his groans and the unholy sound of skin smacking continue to fill the small space as jake works you towards your high, his thrusts gradually becoming erratic.

his name is the only thing on your lips as a violent rush erupts through your body, your juices coating the man’s dick just as he also cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim.

with no energy left, you lay your head onto his shoulder, your arms now weakly clinging onto the material of his shirt. you could hear him laughing lowly beside you as he begins to pat your head, something you’ve always loved him doing.

the smirk on his lips tells you just how pleased he is with how whiny you always become because of him. how pathetic and dishevelled you always looked when he’s fucking you, with hair so messy and with tears in your eyes.

that’s exactly what jake sim loved seeing. you being a complete mess for him.

just like right now.

“oh shit i- i have to go,” you barely manage to mutter with how exhausted you are, your eyes going to your wrist watch to see the time, “there’s only 20 minutes left. i need to go wash up-”

“or,” you can tell from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t about to let you go, that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer either. it’s always with that gaze, the one he knows for a fact always works on you, “we take a nice bath, have some take out and then we stay in bed all night. just me and you.”

“but jake-”

“come on,” he coos at you again, his tone more desperate than before if you could say so yourself.

of course you wanted to scream hell yes, but deep down you knew you shouldn’t. this secret, scandalous relationship between you and your best friend that was supposed to be no strings attached was becoming anything but that for you.

it all happened so suddenly, something you weren’t able to control. you didn’t even know when or how but you found yourself falling for him over time. you tried to go on dates, meet new people but no one could take your mind off jake sim. it was as if he really did ruin you for everyone else, both mentally and physically.

and what did you do about your feelings?

answer was simple, nothing, just so you could salvage your friendship.

so now that you’re given yet another chance to distance yourself from him, with a blind date, you knew you had to go. just like he would, if he had a date to go on.

“stay with me pretty.”

“i- i can’t jake... not tonight.”

end.

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18+ mdni. not proofread. fem!reader. 1.7k words. a/n. this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now so i decided to finish it :P

perv!anton, who is the perfect neighbour. he's tidy, polite, respectful, and quiet. it’s a dream living next to him, really. when you first moved in, he brought you an array of sweet treats and savoury snacks to welcome you to the neighbourhood. he was so friendly and kind to you, letting you know that if you needed anything, he was just a house away! little did you know that it was all a ploy.

perv!anton, who befriends you only to see your pretty face and even prettier body more often. he tries so hard to pay attention to what you say, but he just ends up staring at your plush lips, wishing he could kiss them, or see them wrapped around his cock. him being distracted by you gives you the illusion that’s he’s a great listener, when in reality, he’s just zoning out on the dip of your waist, the curve of your neck, your hands, and definitely your tits.

perv!anton, who nearly lost his mind when he found out your bedroom was right across from him, your window nearly lined up perfectly with his. poor horny baby stands behind his curtain every night, peeking over the side to watch you undress, tracing your silhouette with lust-filled eyes. he can’t help the way his hand slithers down his boxers to toy with his pretty cock, imagining it’s your pussy that’s wrapped around it instead.

perv!anton, who has committed every piece of you to his memory. every feature and quirk of your face, every line of your body, he thinks about them all day. he loves to imagine ruining you slowly — shoving his tongue past your lips, massaging your tits, marking your neck, sliding one of his long, pretty fingers down your panties to play with your clit. it’s consumes him — the idea of fucking such a gorgeous girl silly.

perv!anton, who stole a pair of your panties one day. you had kindly invited him over for a movie night, and while you had excused yourself to the bathroom, he sneakily slipped away into your closet. with his heart pounding out in his chest, he sifted through your drawers, desperately trying to find your intimates. he ended up stuffing a thin, pink lace pair of panties into his back pocket. he smiled to himself softly as he laid back on your bed and you walked in without a clue in the world of what he just did.

perv!anton, who tries your pair of panties on the moment he’s back in his own room. he’s so shy about it, even though nobody’s there to look at him. he stands in front of his full-length mirror, admiring how tiny they are on him, and how his thick cock pokes the delicate fabric, creating a little tent. he fucks his fist right then and there, so turned on by the filthy sight. poor baby boy is so obsessed with them, he sleeps with them under his pillow every night, taking them out to stuff his mouth with whenever he humps the edge of his bed to relieve himself.

perv!anton who imagines you bouncing on his cock so he can fall asleep every night. some people count sheep, others recount the activities they did during the day, but not anton. all he needs to lull him to dreamland is the vision of you on top of him, his throbbing red cock disappearing into your sopping wet pussy . he wonders what exactly your moans sound like — he knows they’re pretty, but he dreams of the day he’ll be able to hear them in his ear from you mewling out in pleasure all because of him.

perv!anton, who isn’t as slick as he thinks he is…

you’ve caught him staring through your window plenty of times, mostly because you’ve wanted to get a peek of anton yourself. how could you not? he was such a pretty boy, so soft-spoken and unassuming, and so big. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t had lewd thoughts about him.

which is why, one night, you purposefully leave your curtains open, so he can see all of you.

that night, he’s perched at his window as usual, peeking around the one curtain that’s drawn. one large hand slowly massages his length up and down as he waits for you. he gathers up the warm pre-cum that’s leaking out of him with two fingers and coats his cock with it. soft, quiet whines escape his lips, noises made in pleading.

you enter your room, setting up your bed the way you like it for the night. anton waits for you to draw your curtains, but you don’t. he’s confused, brows furrowed as he watches you work at your desk for a bit, then disappear into your closet for a while.

he stands by his window dumbly, his hand barely pumping his cock anymore. where did his pretty girl go? he can’t cum without the sight of you, and he needs to cum. his dick is aching, and every nerve in his body feels taut. he’s about to give up, his head resting against his curtain with his eyes closed, when he decides to check one last time. he looks behind the curtain to find you staring right back at him, your arms crossed with your lips fashioned into a playful grin.

poor anton gets so shy, his cheeks flushing crimson. he squeals and hides away, backing into the wall. he’s so embarrassed, he starts to feel light-headed. with heaving breaths, he slowly inches towards the window to see if you’re still there. maybe you had finally shut the curtains. he still needed to cum after all, and he knew that he’d find a way to live with the shame, eventually, even if that meant coordinating his every move in way that let him never cross your path ever again.

to his surprise, you’re still stood there, with the same smirk on your face, but something else rests in your eyes. lust? hunger? anton can’t quite put his finger on it, but it sends a jolt of excitement straight to his cock, and he wraps his sticky hand around it once more, his thumb grazing his slit slightly. his mouth hangs open in fascination as he studies your movements.

you smile at him knowingly, the only thought running through your mind is that you want to put on a show for him — finally give him what he’s been wanting. what’s the harm in such a pretty, loser boy taking pleasure in your body? you wanted to see him squirm, wanted to see him completely unravel in front of you.

you languidly slip off your clothing, piece by piece, making sure to drag the tips of your fingers down your skin gently. he stares at you as you get to your shorts, shimmying them down your legs, then teasingly stopping at your bra. you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him if you should unclasp it. anton just nods stupidly, his head slightly hitting the window. you giggle at his desperation, taking off your bra strap by strap, until your tits fall out, bouncing lightly.

anton continues to fist his cock, a string of filthy moans leaving his lips as he watches you play with your nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting them around. his hand pumps harder, and he starts to feel his knees weaken, so he leans his body against the window for extra support.

you quickly pull your desk chair up to the window, sitting down on it with your legs spread prettily, as far as they could go. you’re sure he can see your folds peeking through the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties.

you let one hand travel up your neck so you can slide two fingers in your mouth. you glide them in and out, lapping them up in spit. you over exaggerate your expressions, knowing it’ll drive sweet, pathetic anton closer to his climax. you roll your eyes to the back of your head, opening your mouth wide, continuing to drag your fingers up and down your tongue.

anton is so lost in his pleasure, he’s stopped moving his hand completely, only keeping it as stiff as possible so he can rut his cock back and forth into it. his eyes are half-lidded, his mouth still hanging open, a tiny bit of drool seeping past his bottom lip and down his chin. loud, raspy moans interrupt his curses and nonsensical blabbers. he’s close, so close.

you trail your wet fingers down your bare stomach, your other hand reaching down to pull your panties to the side, letting your drenched pussy out, all for anton to enjoy. he lets out a high-pitched mewl at the sight. you’re even prettier than he imagined — so wet, all for him. his vision starts to blur from this tears in his eyes. pathetic sobs escape him as he watches you stuff three fingers into your cunt, every so slowly. he pictures his cock in place of them, stretching every inch of your pussy.

you never break his gaze as you ride your fingers, keeping your mouth open and your head tilted back just to rile him up even more. anton is drenched in sweat; small patches soak through his shirt, and the ends of his hair are soaked. f-fuck, please, y/n. you can just barely make out the words he says, his breath fogging up a tiny area of the window.

you rock your hips back and forth faster, curling your fingers to hit your sweet spot. you quickly reach your high, moaning out anton’s name repeatedly as thick, white cum leaks out of you.

seeing his name written on your lips so filthily sends anton over the edge. he quickens his pace in his last few thrusts, his hand starting to cramp up from how tight it was wrapped around his cock. something between a loud sob and a yelp leaves him, his voice cracking near the end as his cum shoots out of him, spattering onto his window. his tip barley brushes against the glass but he uses the friction to ride out his high, his forehead resting against the slightly fogged up pane. he tries to catch his breath as he studies you through blurred vision.

you stand up from the chair, readjusting your panties. you lean against your window, your head tilted with a sickly sweet smile on your face, taking so much pleasure at how fucked out anton looks.

you blow him a kiss goodnight, then shut your curtains as if nothing ever happened.

a/n — y’all idk what the hell happened at the end, it was nawtttt supposed to be that long :’) i’m just such a whore for anton, i guess. also for the plot let us pretend reader doesn’t have opaque curtians lol. hope you liked it <3

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11riize

1 year ago

hai !!! i’m excited for your blog !!! do u have any thoughts that u wanna share about the 3 (kammy, brian, and jiho)? i don’t have any thoughts atm but if i can become 🎀 anon i will come here when i do!!!

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hello~ thank you so much, i’m excited too! i’m looking forward to having fun and seeing the community grow ^^

Hai !!! I’m Excited For Your Blog !!! Do U Have Any Thoughts That U Wanna Share About The 3 (kammy,

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ kamden is a dominant leaning switch. he has his moments where he wants to give up complete control, but oftentimes he likes to call the shots. he’s not harsh by any means, though. a soft dom, perhaps. i think he’s soft all around, not much into hard things, whether domming or subbing.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ brian is a sub. he seems like the type to go along with what others want, and that doesn’t change when it comes to his partner. he’s pretty vanilla as well, but may be open to experimenting with certain things. perhaps like overstimulation or edging.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ jiho is a service top. it can be a bit confusing at first, as it seems like he’s the one taking charge, but he follows your lead entirely. he’s not submissive nor dominant, really. his goal is just to have a good sexual experience and make sure you’re satisfied. your pleasure is his pleasure.