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If there's anything that Jay has learned about his boyfriend (yeah—he can't believe he’s using that word either) since they started fooling around at night, it’s that…Jake likes to bite.
Bite him, specifically.
Jay remembers when it first happened, he had whimpered and ungracefully headbutted Jake off of him out of pure pain instinct, staring at the faint indentations of teeth marks on his tanned shoulder with red cheeks and wide eyes. “Did you just bite me?”
“Sorry,” the Australian had mumbled while running his tongue over his gorgeously plush lips. The amused, playful look on his face said he was anything but, however.
So of course Jay snaps, “Fuck you, no you’re not.”
“Yeah,” Jake laughs and agrees easily, surging forward again to pin Jay to the bed and bury his face in his best friend’s (and boyfriend’s) neck this time, breathing in nice and deep—like he was scenting him, like a fucking dog. “‘M really not, does that make me bad?”
Trying to blink away the heat and embarrassment he feels rising in his throat, the tanned boy shifts his gaze elsewhere, scoffing lightly. “That you enjoy piercing my skin with your sharp canine teeth? I don't know, bro. You tell me.”
“Hmm," Jake pauses, as if he was actually thinking. "I don't think it does,” he concludes, already sliding his hands up underneath Jay’s pajama shirt. Cute puppy eyes glint with mischievous glee as he playfully nips at the weak intersection between Jay’s neck and shoulder, dragging the sharp edges of his teeth across beautifully tanned skin and feeling his tummy get all warm and fuzzy when he hears Jay gasp out loud at the contact.
“I just like biting you, that’s all,” Jake whispers, as if it wasn't a big deal. As if his teeth weren't leaving raised red scratches and bruising marks in their wake. “‘Cause you're mine, aren't you, love?”
“S-Shut up…” Jay doesn't whine, he simply requests forcefully in a higher than normal tone of voice. “Fuck, just—not anywhere obvious, Jakey…w-we have schedules tomorrow…”
Jake hums at him around a mouthful of Jay’s soft upper arm, succulent tanned flesh sucked taut between his pretty lips, and Jay knows that him hissing what if the stylists put me in a sleeveless top is completely ignored when Jake takes the initiative to shove three fingers into his mouth to get him to shut up and bites down harder. Fucking menace.
Jay also knows that he shouldn't let Jake provoke him like this, knows that he’s being dumb and stupid by falling for it. But it was near impossible to ignore Jake when the other was being so fucking obnoxious, smirking arrogantly down at him from above.
So just like a poor little fish caught on the hook of Jake's line, Jay promptly forgets all about the consequences of letting his handsy annoying boyfriend mark him up. Instead, he’s raging at Jake for treating him like some bottom bitch and they’re wrestling (and kissing and biting) each other underneath the covers, well into the night.
Oh, true love.
The shame doesn't quite settle in until the next morning, when the consequences of his actions physically manifest in the form of deeply set teeth marks and red and purple hickeys sucked all over his chest, neck, and arms.
Jake had some, too, but unlike his boyfriend, Jay wasn't in some sort of puppy chew toy teething phase—so he made sure to keep any marks in well-hidden places. Jay, sadly, wasn’t so lucky.
His punishment for being whipped and spineless for a cute boy is the stylist noonas staring at him with an instantly humbling seriously? look on their disappointed and unimpressed faces as they scramble to change his stage outfit last minute. It feels a lot more embarrassing than Jay had anticipated.
If that wasn't bad enough—stupid Sunghoon had seen him come down for breakfast this morning and whistled while simultaneously covering Riki’s eyes. Heeseung choking on his coffee was the final straw that had a red-faced Park Jongseong marching right back upstairs, debating whether he should kill himself or Jake first.
In the broadcasting station’s waiting rooms, however, there was no march back upstairs and throw himself onto his bed in exasperation option. So, now, in front of middle-aged women who were staring at him like disappointed moms, Jay can do nothing but mutter apology after apology and bow until his head touches the floor.
And if he’s a little more covered up than everyone else for their music show stage that day with a fuck ton of full-coverage concealer blended down his neck, well. The fans thankfully didn’t know any better.
The two boys somehow end up in separate vans while rushing to get to their next schedule, and, still covered up in an all-encompassing black hoodie to preserve what was left of his dignity, Jay sinks lower into his seat and grumpily texts his stupid boyfriend a strongly worded message, which goes as follows:
this is all your fault!!!
no more biting!!!!
Jake’s reply comes seconds later, and Jay rolls his eyes and throws his phone across the back seat at the predictable emoji combo.
🥺💔
No. Guilting him would not work. Jay was standing firm on this.
Thankfully, the universe decides not to wholly and utterly embarrass him for once, and Jay is able to uphold his false sense of I do not crumble at the slightest sign of a pout from Sim Jaeyun security, because the first week of album promos has them strikingly busy.
Days were packed with hair and make up salons and early morning schedules, while nights were dedicated to long and exhausting performance practices. It was hard, but being so jello-limbed and brain dead when they got back to the dorms every night also meant that when the two boys finally got to lay down in a nice soft bed, whether in his or Jake's room, there was minimal energy left in either of their bodies to do much more than tangle their limbs together and spoon to sleep.
Disgustingly domestic, Jay knows. But it at least gave his previous marks ample time to fade and heal—and Jay was back to wearing normal short sleeve tops and low cut dress shirts a few additional days later, thank god. He thought he was going to get heat stroke if he had to wear another long sleeve or cardigan sweater getup. He missed feeling fresh air on his skin.
And then the weekend rolls around.
Promo schedules finally die down a bit, and there's even some kind of broadcasting holiday. In theory, it was nice because it meant they had more free time, all seven boys excitedly planning what to do on their days off to get healed up and rejuvenated.
All seven meant all seven of them, though—so when Jake has him right where he wants him, pinned to the mattress with his gorgeous, disarming smile breaking down all of Jay’s defenses like they were made of wet tissue paper, the Seattle-born knows he needs to think. And fast.
“No biting,” Jay chokes out with a pointed finger against Jake’s soft lips, fighting the little lurch that sinks into his stomach when his puppy boyfriend’s bright smile immediately shrinks into a sad little pout. “Stop that!” Jay stresses.
“Stop what?” The Aussie boy merely pouts some more, as if he was completely innocent. “I’m not doing anything!”
“Yes. You are.” Jay grits out between his teeth, taking both hands and forcing the corners of the other’s lips upwards. “Stop fucking pouting. It’s not fair at all and you know it.”
Rolling his eyes, Jake snorts in actual disbelief. “I don’t wanna hear shit from the baby that pouts without even realizing he's doing it.”
“Oh?” Jay taunts, sharp cat eyes narrowing at the challenge. “News flash, Jakey. You’re literally doing the same exact thing right now. Guess it's my influence, huh?”
“Bro, shut up,” Jake finally shakes his head in exasperation, biting softly at the back of one of Jay’s palms as he pulls both of his boyfriend’s hands off of his face and pins them down to the mattress instead, holding each one firmly by the wrist. And then, like a puppy starved, he lowers himself to nuzzle his face against the warm, smooth expanse of Jay’s neck, pathetically sulking, “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking week, Jay-yah. All week,” he breathes out, “just to have you.”
Gulping down the butterflies that immediately appear at the raw desperation in Jake’s voice, the tanned boy wills his eyes shut and shakes his head. Don't give in, don't give in.
“A-And I've been waiting all week for your stupid bite marks to heal, okay? There’s only so much make up and conservative clothing options the stylist noonas can put on me.”
Jay expects to get some sort of snarky answer back, maybe something about how he’s being too sensitive, or to stop worrying and relax. But instead he’s met with silence, and it has Jay slowly opening his eyes again after a second, sighing when he catches sight of Jake’s glum expression.
“Puppy,” he warns softly.
Collapsing on top of his strict responsible boyfriend with a huff, Jake dramatically says, “It’s animal cruelty to stop puppies from biting stuff. Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, hush,” Jay rolls his eyes this time, carding a gentle, nurturing hand through Jake’s soft wavy dark brown hair, telling him, “It can’t just be the biting part you like.” He pauses, a shy laugh coming out. “What was it you said last time? Cause I’m yours?” He snickers at the absolute cringe.
“Yeah,” he feels Jake frown annoyedly against his neck, shaking his head when the Australian boy’s arm around his waist tightens protectively. “And what about it, huh?”
“Nothing, Jakey,” another eye roll and shake of the head show just how used Jay is to the other trying to pick a fight. But he could tell Jake was genuinely being pouty about this, saw how much his little puppy of a boyfriend liked leaving marks on him last time. Jake’s entire face had lit up like it was Christmas morning when he pulled back after all of his hard work, just staring at the pretty red and purple spots, the lines of his teeth marks coloring different patches of Jay's tanned skin. He was so happy.
And so Jay puts his thinking cap on. Is nothing if not self-indulgent and flexible all wrapped up in his best friend’s spoiled, pouting arms. Just to make sure though, he quietly asks, “It’s the marks, too, isn’t it? You like seeing them on me, huh, puppy?”
“Shut up,” Jake mumbles heatedly into his neck again, after a pathetic second adding, “…Whatever. Maybe.”
“I like them, too,” Jay makes sure to let him know, even through the raging shyness fluttering around in his stomach. “I think they look pretty on me,” he specifies, “when you make them.”
“Fuck,” the Australian boy groans under his breath as he shoots up like a firework, a frustrated noise leaving bitten-raw lips and a cute flush of pink tinting burning cheeks. Jake points an accusatory finger at his boyfriend, threatening, “You—you’re doing it on purpose! Stop talking or be bitten, I-I’m warning you…!”
“Aw, you’re so scary,” pinching the other’s cheek before lightly moving to sit up, Jay makes a quick show of pulling his thin pajama top up and over his head, tries not to feel self-conscious, even as Jake’s eyes darken and trail all over his body without shame. “I have a third option…I think. Wait here.”
Only whipping his head around when Jay’s beautifully tanned skin and criminally tiny waist leave his direct line of sight, Jake can’t help but frown as he watches him dig through a pocket in his bag, one that Jay often brought to their normal schedules. And he’s still having trouble connecting dots, even when he sees the rose-colored packaging of a…lip tint…? held snugly between the other’s fingertips.
“The fuck is that,” Jake sulks, though he’s also been successfully subdued as he places his hands on the inward curves of Jay’s pretty and petite waist, squeezing at the beautifully tanned flesh with appreciation.
“You wanna leave marks on me, puppy?”
Blinking slowly, Jake swallows hard, throat bobbing as Jay moves forward to hover over his lap, thick thighs spread on either side of the Australian boy’s hips, Jake’s adorably handsome face cradled in one of his palms. “Jakey,” he calls out to the dazed other, gently.
“Y-Yeah,” Jake finally answers, hands sliding down the wider curves of Jay’s mesmerizing hips, around and inside the loose legs of Jay’s sleep shorts, gripping the backs of his boyfriend’s heavenly soft upper thighs. “Fuck, yes,” after a tentative moment of hesitation, quietly adding, “please.”
“Please?” Even Jay sounds surprised at the well-mannered request, chuckling softly. “What a good boy. C’mere, then. And hold still.”
The tips of his ears burn hot at the praise, and Jake does his best to do as he’s told, even as he embarrassedly grumbles, “Fuck you. I’m going to rail you so hard after—whatever the fuck you’re up to, you’re not gonna be able to call me puppy anymore.”
“But you’ll always be my puppy,” Jay replies simply, sitting his weight down into the other’s lap, having Jake lean up against the head board as he uncaps the lip product gingerly held between his fingers. When he takes the lid off, Jake has to squint a little through the darkness, but he finally sees what it is.
It’s not a lip tint, doesn’t have a wand or applicator or whatever. It’s just…a bullet. A bit dark(?) in color, but surely a normal…
“Lipstick?” Jake frowns, nose scrunching cutely as he feels the smooth bullet press up against his lips.
“Mhmm,” Jay hums back as he concentrates, gliding the make up product across Jake’s unfairly pretty, plump bottom lip, before slightly tilting Jake’s chin upwards to do the top one. The saturated cherry color makes them look even bigger, if possible, and Jay’s eyes linger for a second longer, admiring the attractive sight. “Smack your lips together.”
Jake does it, of course. Is nothing but a stupid boy sated and tranquilized by the soft tanned thighs and gorgeous ass sitting on top of him right now. Jay also looked really cute whenever he concentrated, tiny lips pushing out in a pout, so it was hard to say no.
“I want kisses,” Jake says the first thought that comes to his head.
“Not right now.” Jay lets out an amused laugh at the absolutely dramatic look of shock and hurt that flashes across the puppy's face. “Just wait a bit, okay? I’ll give you kisses later.”
Sliding down the headboard as he sees Jay close the lipstick tube and place it somewhere on his nightstand, Jake can’t help but huff frustratedly.
“I’m being tortured,” he whines. “No biting, no kisses, being used as a lipstick model…just say you hate me, bro?”
“Shut up,” Jay snorts, finally lifting himself off of Jake’s lap before collapsing tiredly into the cushiony material of his comforter. And then he’s reaching his arms up, making grabby hands that have Jake’s heart offering itself up on a platter as he gently urges, “You on top now, Jaeyunie. C’mon.”
Despite the defiant glare he gives, like a good puppy, Jake listens, if only because he likes seeing Jay underneath him like this, anyway. Not because he’s whipped or anything. “Now what?” He grumbles.
“Now you can mark me wherever you want,” Jay answers simply, slowly pulling at the buttons that keep Jake’s cutely patterned pajama top intact. “But you’re buying me new bedsheets after this.”
The innocent buttons come undone one at a time, revealing more and more peachy golden skin until the top opens up and Jake’s own snatched waist and ridiculously attractive abs are put on display. All for his boyfriend's greedy eyes to drink up. “You’re so fucking hot it actually makes me mad sometimes,” Jay says, breathlessly. “Like, what the fuck, bro.”
Giggling happily at the roughly said compliment, of course all Jake hears is you’re so fucking hot, and he’s leaning down without thinking to press a sloppy, wet kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Yah—!” Jay is quick to scold him, pushing Jake back lightly. The Australian boy is about to complain for the nth time that Jay secretly hates him, until he sees…
Oh, yeah. I’m wearing fucking lipstick.
And Jake can’t help the way the light in his eyes glazes over a bit, one hand reaching out to slowly turn Jay’s cheek to the side so that he can see the bright red kiss mark left behind from the vibrant rosy pigment smeared all over his mouth. It sits nice and pretty on Jay’s skin, in the exact shape of his lips.
“Fuck, that’s so…” Jake gulps, eyes trailing downwards, entire body feeling weirdly jittery as he looks upon his boyfriend’s unblemished neck and throat, Jay’s smooth shoulders, his soft chest and tummy all just waiting to be decorated—and, fuck.
“You can mark me anywhere like this,” Jay smiles when he sees the idea finally click in the other’s mind, his cute singular dimple shining through one cheek, gaze softening apologetically. “I know it might not be as satisfying as biting, but—”
“—No,” Jake interrupts him hurriedly, “I…really like it,” he mumbles, lowering himself until he’s level with the alluring blank canvas of Jay’s neck, breathing in lightly before pushing a firm, steady kiss right into the center of his pretty boyfriend’s throat.
Pulling back, Jake can't help but groan softly at the perfectly cloned imprint of his lips that appears once more, red pigment staining Jay's skin like it was meant to be there, tiny butterflies full of happiness and glee fluttering away like sparkles in his chest.
“I like it,” Jake says, again, voice a little low and gravelly, cheeks flushed with warmth. “Fuck, you're so pretty...”
Sharp eyes half-lidded and relaxed, almost a bit sleepy, Jay stares up at Jake’s sparkling puppy-eyed expression and can't help but smile back, feeling pleased with himself. And then he's laying nice and still, trying not to jump at the ticklish sensation of Jake pressing another kiss mark into the left side of his chest, and then another by his shoulder, a couple down the sides of his arm—and then another lower, right next to his waist.
“Just how many are you going to make?” Jay rolls his eyes, admittedly a little shy at being showered with so many kisses and the subsequent tender attention that comes with them. He didn’t expect Jake to like the idea this much, thought the hyper Australian boy would go ahead and leave a couple kiss marks, then quickly get bored and they’d slow fuck and cuddle to sleep like usual.
That didn’t seem to be the case, though. Because Jake immediately answers, “Like, at least twenty more.”
And then he’s pouting slightly, especially when he sees that the mark he’d just pressed right above Jay’s hip bone wasn’t nearly as visible as the others. He’d even tried to press his lips down extra hard. “Jay-yah, put more on,” the puppy whines. “It’s not showing up good.”
“That’s because you’ve already left too many, dumbass,” Jay snaps at him with an incredulous scoff, yet he still obediently reaches for the lipstick capsule and pops the cap off, smacking Jake in the shoulder when he turns back around only to find the other boy’s face two inches away from his, pouty lips already puckered out.
“Oh my god, you don’t have to be so close!”
“Whatever, mate,” Jake rolls his eyes this time, obviously impatient as he replies back in English. “Hurry up, you’re so slow.”
“Then stop pouting like a fucking fish. Just relax your lips.”
Their typical communication style doesn’t sound very becoming of newly turned boyfriends who should technically still be in the honeymoon phase, but every insult is whined quietly into each other’s skin, Jay all too aware of the loving grip Jake has on his thigh, strong fingers massaging the flesh gently.
And it was so like him—Jake always needing to be touching on Jay, fidgeting whenever he was impatient, lest he snatch the lipstick tube right out of Jay’s hands and try to apply it in the dark his damn self, risking the very probable outcome of not only looking like a clown, but not having his kiss marks show up in the correct shape because he didn’t put it on right.
And then Jay would have a sad puppy on his hands, and he wasn’t very good at dealing with that, would probably just let Jake bite him again and get chewed out by their staff tomorrow, which was a very bad idea.
So Jay is accommodating and shows affection in his own ways, too. Knows that Jake can likely see the warmth glowing in his cheeks, as he brings the other’s face closer, touch gentle and loving when he reapplies more color to Jake’s unfairly pretty lips. Before that, though, Jay gives his boyfriend a small peck, just like Jake had asked for earlier. As if to say I didn't forget.
And he feels accomplished, if not still a little shy, when the simple press of their lips makes Jake giggle softly, the Australian boy mumbling in English again, like he was so sure of it, “You love me.”
“That unfortunately, I do,” Jay mumbles back with a shake of his head as he finishes up, quietly instructing Jake to rub his lips together once more. “I think you might love me back, though. If you asking me to put lipstick on you again just so you can leave more kiss marks is any indication of your feelings.”
“Yeah, see—you're half naked in front of me and your waist is really tiny and distracting, so all I heard just now was blah blah,” Jake chuckles, nuzzling his face into the other side of Jay’s neck to press the pretty outline of his lips there, too, admiring the perfect rose-colored mark that results as he continues, still in English, “but of course I love you, darling. So much.”
And he grins, all smug and happy when Jay scoffs shyly in response, the tanned boy eating his words in a breathy whimper when, in addition to pressing more and more cherry red splotches all over his body, Jake slides a naughty hand right up the leg of Jay's sleep shorts, gripping firmly at the meaty flesh of his boyfriend’s ass like he owned it, invitingly whispering, “Wanna take these off for me, love?”
And it’s just a little hard to do that—when Jake still has his soft wet lips moving up and down his body, Jay feeling his own hands unwillingly tremble as, right when he lifts his hips to slide his shorts off, Jake decides it’s the perfect moment to take one of Jay’s defenseless nipples into his greedy mouth. He tightens his lips and sucks hard on the delicate skin for a few pointed seconds, drinking up Jay’s shocked whimper at the stimulation and admiring the ring of red lipstick that gets left behind as he pulls back, tanned skin stained a deep rosy pink.
“Shit, warn a guy first, will you?” Jay tries to be tough, tries to act annoyed—but he’s just about as intimidating as a two-week old kitten, and Jake makes sure to let his boyfriend know as such when he rubs his thumb over the softened nub he’d just had suckled in his mouth, his lingering saliva making the slide nice and easy as he smudges some of the lipstick over it, before pinching and pulling at the tip meanly, laughing a bit when Jay yelps in pain. “Ow! F-Fuck, Jake, stop—”
“Stop? I think someone likes it, though,” Jake shamelessly giggles in the tanned boy’s ear, flirty eyes dropping to where Jay’s briefs and sleep shorts sit mid-thigh, his boyfriend’s cute, swollen cock fully hard between his legs, curved up towards his flat stomach.
“Our Jongseongie likes a bit of pain, don’t you?” He asks quietly, wrapping a confident, tight hand around Jay’s length and smiling when the other boy cries out weakly at the direct contact. “Or maybe you just like having your nipples played with.”
“S-Shut the fuck up,” Jay breathes out, gritting his teeth to keep from making any more embarrassing noises that Jake can blackmail him with later. He reaches for his boyfriend’s own loose pajama bottoms, again requesting forcefully (not whining), “You’re so annoying. T-Take yours off, too. Come on.”
But Jake’s not done teasing him it seems, because the Australian boy merely ignores him. Lets some drool drip off of his tongue and leak down to where his hand is earnestly at work, using the slick to go right back to stroking Jay's needy cock, this time nice, slow, and wet as Jake playfully mumbles, “It’s probably both, though. You’re such a slut, I know you like a bit of everything.”
“—J-Jake,” Jay warns, voice shaking, yet it’s hard to explain the sticky glob of precum that pools in his slit as Jake touches him, whispers naughty words in his ears with his pretty lips still smeared a bit red.
“Yeah, baby? You know it’s true, huh?” Pressing his lips up against the column of Jay’s neck, Jake clenches his jaw tight to keep from doing what he really wants, which is to bite down hard and suck a nice, deep hickey into his boyfriend's delicate, beautifully tanned skin. One that's obvious and easily noticeable, even from far away. One that'll show no matter how hard Jay or their stylists try to hide it.
“I think that’s why I like marking you up so much…” The Australian confesses after a moment of consideration, finally leaving Jay’s embarrassingly hard length alone in favor of sliding his hand lower. And Jay startles, stiffening up when he feels Jake press two saliva and precum lubed fingers up against the tight rim of his hole, not dipping inside but simply rubbing up against the opening for now, teasing his boyfriend for what was to come.
“Cause I’ll know that when you get all cuddled up with Sunghoonie or pout like a baby at Heeseung hyung, let fucking Wonnie touch you wherever he likes, all they're gonna see are my little love bites—bruises, all those pretty colorful marks I left you with.”
Jake leans forward to cover tiny heart-shaped lips with his own plump ones, only small traces of the lipstick left between them now. And then, lazily biting at Jay's bottom lip for access, Jake is quick to shove his tongue down the other's throat when he gasps, gaging Jay with the smothering kiss at the same time he finally slides his middle finger inside, muffling the loud whimper his cute boyfriend lets out as he gets penetrated.
Going in deep all the way to the last knuckle, twisting it around lightly to help the tight space loosen up, Jake slowly withdraws his tongue. Now pressing sweet, open-mouthed kisses into his boyfriend's trembling lips, wants to make sure that Jay feels him moving inside as he whispers, “Everyone will see you all covered in my love, and they'll think twice before touching my desperate little slut, won’t they, Jay-yah?”
And this was how Jake was—could be the cutest, sweetest puppy boyfriend when he was whining to get something he wanted, only to turn around and find bliss in making Jay absolutely crumble beneath him, just like he was now—lustfully watching Jay whine into his mouth while he gets his pretty hole fingered, all choked up and pliant as he clutches at the sleeve of Jake’s open pajama top for support. Jake loved seeing him like this.
“I—I wouldn't l-let them touch me,” the tanned boy eventually whispers, gasping and stuttering when he feels Jake slide his wet sticky finger out, only to add one more on the way back in, the stretch of two a little much without proper lube. “You know that, right? I only want you, Jakey…”
And because even as he’s getting wrecked, he refuses to lose to Jake on all fronts, Jay’s sweetly mumbling into his boyfriend's ear, knowing the exact effect his words will have as he coos, “You’re such a protective puppy, aren't you? Just wanna keep me safe, huh?" Jay sighs softly. "My good boy."
“Yeah,” Jake grits his teeth and mumbles back heatedly, trying his hardest to contain the burst of happiness that sets off in his chest like fireworks, so fucking weak whenever it came to Jay praising him. His entire heart felt full. Ugh. “Your good boy who’s about to fuck your brains out. Turn over.”
It’s an order, but Jake wastes no time waiting for it to be fulfilled, doing all the work himself as he easily flips Jay onto his stomach, using both hands to lift curvy hips up for him, an easy showing of strength as he manhandles his pretty boyfriend into position like a real fuck doll, back arched and ass up, like a little cat. His little cat.
Jay laughs softly at seeing him so eager and riled up, wiggling forward a little, hand straining for the small bottle of lube kept in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. He offers it to Jake with his cheek pressed into the mattress, not saying a word, but the smug look on the tanned boy's pretty face makes Jake want to smack it right off. So he does. Happily.
And Jay is forced to bury his entire face into the cushiony surface to muffle his loud cry a second later, when Jake promptly spreads his cheeks, lets go and watches them jiggle before back-handing the delicate flesh hard, just once, somehow still able to giggle cutely as he does it. A fucking menace, Jay repeats in his head, for the second time in recent weeks.
Right after the stinging pain, however, there’s the soft press of what could only be Jake’s lips kissing him down there, and Jay's face burns. He was going to lose his fucking mind.
“Aw, it’s not showing up that good cause your cheek’s already red,” Jake comments, as if it wasn't red because of him, amused as he rubs his thumb over the faintest imprint of his lips on Jay's beautiful ass. Pretty much all of the lipstick was gone by now.
“That hurt. Fuck you,” the tanned boy whines, even as he hears the click of the lube bottle opening, Jay gasping softly and melting into the bedsheets when cold, gooey liquid drizzles over his hot skin.
“Yeah—that’s what I’m about to do, baby. Patience.” Jake raises his eyebrows, bites at his bottom lip to keep from giggling too loudly, and it’s so irritatingly attractive, it’s not fair. His boyfriend was the epitome of a fuck boy, and he liked it—why did he like it?
Jake squirts a bit more of the sweetly-scented liquid over his hand, gently teasing and rubbing at Jay’s hole, circling around it before thrusting three fingers inside without hesitation, eyes going dark and heady at the long whimpering gasp Jay muffles into his pillow. Such a baby.
“See? Pussy’s so tight cause we haven't gotten to fuck all week,” the Australian mumbles, enthralled gaze fixated on the way Jay’s pretty hole sucks onto his fingers as he pulls them out, like it just didn't want to let go. The copious amount of lube makes a squelching noise as Jake confidently inserts his long digits back inside, starting up a quick, fluid rhythm as he lovingly fucks his boyfriend open on his fingers.
“Don't worry, I’ll fix that for you," Jake coos sweetly. "Gonna stretch you open with my cock, fill you up so good. God, your little pussy’s just asking for it.”
“Fuck, stop—stop talking, oh my god,” Jay is finally able to gasp out actual words instead of cute whiny noises, face burning hot with shame at the overly feminine language. Jake liked to do this sometimes. Talk to him like he was girl or something, like a fucking pervert. It was worse when the stupid puppy couldn't bite down on anything, pretty mouth free to talk all the filthy nonsense he wanted.
Despite the fresh sting of humbling embarrassment, sharp cat-like eyes still shine and glisten with intense pleasure, Jay biting his tongue and moaning brokenly as a fourth finger gets added. Almost sobs when he feels the soft pads of Jake’s naughty fingers massage continuous circles deep inside of him, abusing a nice little love spot that has Jay seeing stars.
This time, he'll admit it—he whines. Like a fucking baby. “Stop, I—I’m ready, Jake—fuck, j-just do it…”
“That's not a very nice way to ask, Jay-yah,” Jake’s teasing him again, just because he can. And Jay wonders if he really must be a masochist, cause there’s no fucking way he actually feels his tummy flip flop with butterflies when Jake removes his fingers, leaves him clenching on air, and leans forward to press shiver-inducing kisses along the column of his spine, smugly offering, “Ask me like a good girl, and I’ll consider it.” And then he pulls away, leaving Jay to think about his innocent proposal.
Fuck you didn’t feel strong enough to describe what he was feeling right now, so instead Jay cranes his neck back, about to yell some kind of insult at his little shit of a best friend.
But it all dies on his tongue, any semblance of words washed away with the rush of saliva that fills his mouth when sees what Jake is doing.
The Aussie boy's pajama pants are kicked off somewhere, his hard and heavy cock gripped tightly in his hand. Jake sees him watching, and he drizzles a good amount of lube over the top, making a point of stroking himself torturously slow from base to tip a few times. Showing off what Jay could have if he just listened.
God, he was so fucking hot. And he knew it. Jake knew everything about him was downright irresistible and stupidly attractive—and it just made it worse. Infinitely worse.
“You’re the actual spawn of satan,” Jay finally chokes out, cat eyes glazed over and pupils dilated as they zero-in on his boyfriend’s deliciously thick cock, can’t help but bite his lip at the fucking unfair reality that the veins bulging along Jake’s hands and forearms prettily match those that bulge out around his hard length. His tummy felt warm just looking at it.
Successfully weakened, Jay can't stop the whiny sound that leaves his lips, not when Jake shuffles inwards and cruelly presses the soft, squishy head of his cock right up against his well-stretched hole. Hard and ready to ruin him, whenever Jay decided to give in. Fuck Jake Sim, truly.
“Come on, Jongseongie~” the Australian urges sweetly, tapping at the dripping, lubed-up rim of Jay's needy entrance with his cock as he does so. The wet sounds only make everything worse.
“Just one time. Ask like a good girl, and I’ll fuck you like one,” Jake whispers with a small laugh, as if it was that easy. “Seems like a pretty fair deal to me.”
This is revenge for the puppy thing, Jay knows. Revenge for always calling Jake a good boy—even though he knows the other likes it just as much, if not more.
“‘M gonna make you wear a stupid leash and collar next time,” the tanned boy grumbles vengefully, mind running in chaotic scribbles as Jay tries to prepare himself for the unrecoverable loss of dignity he was going to suffer tonight. Begging for Jake’s cock like a—like a girl. What did that even mean.
The only thing that separated him from girls was…fuck. Could he even say it?
“Please…” Jay swallows, voice strained and tiny. His throat feels dry, body overheating with mortified embarrassment as he sees some of the pretty red kiss marks Jake had left along his arms, eyes fluttering shut. He couldn't do this.
“That’s a good girl,” Jake hums softly, like he knows Jay still needed a little push. So he lazily sandwiches his lubed-up dick right between Jay’s pillowy ass cheeks, using his thumb as a buffer on top, so that he can temptingly slide his hard length in and out, like he was fucking a pair of tits. Like he knew just what Jay needed to let go. “Come on, you can do it. I know you can.”
Jay shudders at the feeling of Jake’s hot, throbbing length pressed so closely up against him, groaning in pure unadulterated frustration as he feels every ridge and vein rub up against his hole. Jake was such a fucking tease.
“P-Please fuck me, Jakey,” Jay tries again, low and desperate, breathing out shakily, “wanna feel you inside me so bad…” don’t make me say it, please don’t make me say it, I already begged—
“Yeah? Where?” Fuck.
When Jay hesitates, Jake takes his thumb and presses it against his squishy tip, rewarding his boyfriend's pretty words by slipping the head of his cock past that tight ring of muscle, popping right inside.
Jake snickers at the soft, whiny moan Jay lets out at suddenly having his hole opened up so wide around it. “One more time, all together, love. C’mon. You’re doing so well, pretty girl...let me hear you say it,” he groans enticingly, rubbing at Jay's obscenely stretched out rim as it suckles at the tip of his cock, gaze full of love. “Just once. Pretty please?”
Self-dignity be damned, Jay’s own dick screams at him, telling him to let go of his stupid lousy pride and enjoy this moment, enjoy Jake loving on him, even if it was embarrassing as all fucking hell. He wanted to be full. Wanted to be so fucking full of Jake he'd still feel it days later, and he was this close. He just had to stop being stubborn and say it. The pretty please was the cherry on top. How was he supposed to say no to that?
Whining frustratedly into the mattress, Jay finally breaks, eyes shut tight, cheeks bright red, and voice shaking with humiliation.
“P-Please fuck my pussy, Jakey…want your cock so bad, please put it inside, fuck my little pussy please,” now it was like he couldn’t stop, lewd words mushing together as he hears Jake moan happily at him submitting and finally, finally feels his walls get stretched wide and eager around the girth of his boyfriend’s loving cock.
“Fuck, it’s going in—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jay cries quietly, doing his best to muffle his whines into his bedding that’s already smudged and stained red from the kiss marks.
“You’re so cute,” Jake swoons as his last inch bottoms out, hips firmly pressed up against Jay's soft ass, the entirety of his thick cock tightly snuggled inside tight, gushy warmth. A place that was all his. “You, your pussy, the way you talk when you wanna get filled up—it’s’all so fuckin’ cute, Jay, god, you’re absolutely perfect…”
Jake’s rambling, too, words slightly slurred, hot and bothered and a little insane from how happy he was. Spreading Jay's cheeks open so he can see, Jake retracts his hips slowly until just his fat tip is being hugged, stopping to admire how good Jay's hole looks wet with lube and filled with his cock, before he smoothly thrusts forward again, stuffing his entire throbbing girth back inside in one swift easy motion.
And Jake can't help but laugh softly when Jay’s thighs shake and slip a bit against the bedding at the sheer force of being fucked into, until the tanned boy is lying weak and dazed on his tummy, making constant, whiny little noises as his pretty hole finally gets filled up.
This position only makes it easier for Jake to swing his hips downwards and slam inside Jay even deeper, quite literally fucking his cute boyfriend into the mattress. After the first few initially smooth thrusts, the Australian braces himself on his palms, gives Jay's immaculate ass a loving smack, and doesn’t bother with being gentle anymore. Just as eager and impatient to get his dick wet, to get squeezed and stroked nice and tight by Jay’s lovely hole. His personal little cock sleeve.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Jake murmurs the praise affectionately into the dark, just barely audible over the loud rhythmic slap of his hips meeting Jay’s bouncy cheeks, relentless in his pursuit as he repeatedly shoves his cock inside that heavenly warmth, fast and deep. “Such a pretty slut. Pussy’s taking my cock so well, cause you were made for this, weren’t you, Jay-yah?”
He grins as he witnesses his boyfriend hurriedly nod his head, Jay’s tiny mouth stuffed full with the entire edge of a pillow, pretty cat-like eyes glazed over and wet as he gets his sweet hole ruthlessly stretched out and pounded into. So cute.
“Made to keep my dick happy like a pretty cock warmer, that’s what you're good for," Jake says in a low voice, using a particularly hard slam of his hips to tell Jay to answer. "Isn’t that right, Jongseongie?”
“Y-Yes,” Jay gasps, jolting with every raw animalistic thrust of Jake’s throbbing cock, its heavy girth propelled forward by Jake's body weight, mercilessly entering and then pulling back out, like Jake was determined to fuck him until his hole recognized its shape and obediently spread open for the intrusion.
"What'd you say, darling?" Jake hums obnoxiously, and Jay curses him to all seven levels of Hell. "I couldn't hear you?"
“Ugh, I-I said yes, Jake—mmhm! Oh, fuck,” Jay squeaks like a mouse, biting down hard on the pillow he was currently hugging for dear life when he feels the other boy suddenly grind his hips downwards, the rough motion purposefully snuggling the head of Jake's cock impossibly closer inside of him. It's blunt squishy tip cruelly rubs back and forth against his most intimately sensitive parts, so fucking deep Jay can practically feel it in his throat every time he swallows, every time he breathes. “Oh my god," he whines brokenly, "fuck, fuck."
“Feel that, baby?” Jake coos at him, snaking a hand around Jay’s front that’s still one with the mattress, firmly pushing the palm of his hand right into the tanned boy’s lower stomach. It’s nice and stiff, right around the area Jake’s dick should be pressing down on, and the puppy smiles wide, absolutely smitten.
“My cock’s right here in your tummy, gonna fill you up with so much warm baby milk, 'cause you've just been such a good girl,” Jake affectionately nuzzles his face into the back of Jay's neck while he grinds his hips down in small pretty circles, keeping the heavy smack of his hips and deep loving thrusts of his cock nice and steady for Jay to focus on when he starts up again.
"Gonna give you your bottle and you're gonna go right to sleep…and I'll hug you, nice and tight, like a baby." Jake's sensual whispers are low and expectant, telling of the obedient answer he wants when he sweetly asks, "Would you like that, Jay-yah? Wanna be my little baby?"
“Y-Yes—yes, please,” Jay sobs, voice cracking pathetically, too far gone to be embarrassed that Jake was treating him like a girl, or a baby, or fuck, a combination of both. Just likes the feeling of being loved on—spoiled dumb on Jake’s cock, touch, and attention, no matter what way he was receiving it in.
And Jay looks so, so pretty like this—vibrant kiss marks in the exact shape of Jake’s lips blooming like roses all over smooth tanned skin, practically in tears as Jake’s thick girth pushes in deep like it was meant to be there, right inside Jay's tummy, hugged nice and tight by his boyfriend's hole. They were all meant for Jake.
And it feels so good—so fucking good Jay almost can’t take it, not when Jake makes him lift his hips up a bit and wraps a gentle, loving hand around his poor leaking cock, the tip flushed a pretty shade of red, already dribbling a wet puddle of precum into the bed sheets.
Jay doesn’t know what comes over him then, thinks Jake may have poisoned his brain with all this be a good girl talk, but he feels like it’s right, feels like he should say it when he shakes his head and pleads, “wanna come—just from you, Jakey, please- I-I can do it,” doesn’t even realize he’s crying, not until he sniffles and feels the damp material of the cotton pillow stick against his cheek, sighing almost dreamily. “Feels so good, ah—y-you feel so good inside me, 'm so full, Jakey. I can—just from you, inside, I can," Jay's babbling like a baby, all teary-eyed and desperate, the cutest thing as he quietly whines, "fuck me, wanna come, make me come, Jaeyunie, please."
Jake makes a tiny, frustrated noise in the back of his throat, hips stuttering, absolutely fucking weak.
“What the fuck, Jay—you can’t just- say shit like that, god," the Australian boy curses softly, voice hoarse and shaky with pleasure. He felt hot. So hot. Like he was melting. "See what I mean? You're such a fucking slut. Wanna come just on my cock? Think your pussy can do it? Fine, let's fucking see," Jake hisses under his breath, cheeks and ears flushed bright red, shy and irritated on the outside, yet jumping through hoops like a happy puppy on the inside. Jay was too cute for his own good.
And Jake almost spills his load right then and there, has to let his eyes fall shut, breathing harsh as he takes his hand off of his boyfriend’s swollen length, just as he’d been told. It takes a solid moment for his own heart to recover, but Jake’s got a strong grip on Jay's pretty hips soon enough, keeping those feminine curves nice and steady for him. Is just so, so in love as he watches his dick repeatedly disappear deep inside Jay's slutty hole, going harder and harder until Jay's entire body jerks forward with every relentless smack, shaking the whole fucking bed.
Suddenly, even the trusty pillow Jay was using to muffle his screams didn't seem like enough. He was getting fucked too good.
“Jake, I—can’t, can’t,” Jay sobs and gasps, tummy flipping and twisting every time Jake slams his cock inside of him to the very hilt, cruelly punching his tip right there, feeling hot and sensitive and so, so good he thinks he might pass out. “I-I’m really gonna—” Jay whimpers, so pretty with tears in his sharp eyes and red marks all over his body, and Jake feels his own thrusts falter, a low, whiny fuck leaving his lips as he tries to hold himself together—hold them both together.
“You gonna come for me, darling?” Jake rasps out in English, sweetly pounding into the crying little mess underneath him. He gently caresses the side of Jay’s face, his lipstick-stained neck as he talks him through it, stuffing Jay nice and full with his loving cock every single time, like a good boyfriend should.
“Gonna be a good little slut and come untouched with just my cock in you, huh? That makes me so happy. You’re such a pretty baby, Jay-yah. So fucking good for me,” Jake whispers, affectionately cooing, “my pretty girl.”
And that's it.
“Fuck,” Jay practically weeps at the praise, sobbing into his hand and the pillows as he squirts hard all over his stomach and sheets, glob after sticky glob of white liquid coming out non-stop, thighs trembling and finally giving out as he gets fucked into his own wet mess again, Jake not stopping for a moment—going faster, if anything, at witnessing such a glorious sight.
“Fuck, that's so hot. You really did it," Jake whines quietly, the heat in his stomach growing unbearable as he shoves his cock into his boyfriend’s cute, endearing little hole, Jay's cute little pussy, so tight and sensitive and warm just for him. “Gonna fill your pussy up, baby girl. Gonna give you your bottle, so you can sleep good, alright?”
Jay’s too fucked out to reply, but he wearily nods his head, pretty cat eyes barely held open, only having enough energy to crane his neck to the side and arch his back, ridiculously cute and tiny lips pouting up at his boyfriend. Asking for kisses.
Jake groans weakly, absolutely whipped as he leans all the way forward, manages to lock their lips together and desperately suck on Jay’s tongue, thrusting deep inside his perfect little cock sleeve one final time before he’s shooting his thick, hot load right where it belongs—filling his gorgeous boyfriend up to the brim with a nice heavy stream, just like he promised.
"There we go," Jake whispers, voice crackly, pressing sweet kisses into the side of Jay's neck as he empties himself. "Nice and warm, just for the baby…”
And Jay whimpers softly, reeling at the absolutely insane feeling of Jake’s cock pulsing inside of him as it continues to pump warm, jizzy liquid into his tummy, truly feeling so satisfied and full he could fall asleep any second. Lulled to dreamland by their steadily pounding heart beats and quick, panting breaths, both of which eventually deescalate to a calming hum.
But Jay knows he can’t, knows they have to at least clean up a bit as he gasps and shivers when Jake slowly slides his softening cock all the way out, the chubby head pulling past his rim with a pop just like a spongey cork, leaving the tanned boy’s gaping, well-loved hole to leak out all the sweet baby milk it’d just gotten fed. Pussy dripping with Jake's thick load.
Suddenly feeling all too exposed, every ounce of shyness comes back in deafening waves, and Jay mortifyingly whispers, “d-don’t look…”
But he’s also struggling to stay awake, eyelids heavy and stubbornly falling shut, too exhausted to even turn himself over. A fucked out, beautiful mess.
“Aw, don't look? Who’s going to clean you up, then? The ghost from iland’s bathroom?” Jake shakes his head, laughing at his own stupid joke, especially when he catches Jay’s barely mumbled I hate you, his poor, poor baby too tired to even lift his head. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Jake leans down, smoothes soft black hair out of Jay’s face, and presses a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. Heart absolutely full.
“I got it,” he whispers. “You sleep.”
Succumbing to what Jake would now probably refer to as his baby girl instincts, Jay defeatedly lets his eyes fall shut, only his ears active as he listens to the rustling noises of what he assumes is Jake putting his clothes back on, likely so that he can walk to the bathroom and get a hot wash cloth.
A minute or two or maybe twenty passes—Jay doesn’t really know. But he feels a familiar weight and body warmth dip the space next to him, one that feels a lot like his best friend, his arch-nemesis, stupid spoiled puppy and—he guesses his boyfriend, now, too. But all those dumb labels fall under one special name in Jay’s book.
And he says that name, along with a couple choice words that seemed only fitting to tell someone he cherished enough to let wreck both his ass and his dignity in one night. He’s not sure if he says it loud enough, or even if he’s asleep or awake at this point, but Jay doesn’t think that matters. Not as sweet, protective arms wrap themselves around him, and he snuggles a little closer without a second thought, tiredly mumbling, “Love you, Jakey.”
There’s a lingering silence, a small giggle, and someone peppering kisses all over his face. Just like a puppy.
“Love you, too, Jay-yah.”
When Jay wakes up the next morning, he feels like he’s been hit by a truck, spends approximately one hour in the shower scrubbing lipstick stains off of his skin and trying to make sure he thoroughly cleans his insides from all that he put them through yesterday.
He even has to face Sunghoon’s dark judgment when he walks out, the fellow 02z pointing at the earplugs still shoved into his ears and morbidly saying, “Next time you guys fuck, it better be in Jake’s room. I refuse to be the only one suffering. Make Sunoo and Jungwon deal with your guys’ stupid baby girl shit, too!”
It’s actually really embarrassing—and Jay can do nothing but blush and stutter and appease his other best friend by promising to take him shopping, or to go eat somewhere expensive later. So, now his lower back, his dignity, and his wallet were suffering. Great.
But even after all that, Jay still feels weirdly giddy and content somehow. Just—happy. Like he was glowing.
When he goes to wake Jake up, however, that rainbow sparkly feeling almost vanishes into thin air when he sees the sad puppy expression his boyfriend makes, presumably staring at Jay’s perfectly clean, clear, unblemished tanned skin.
“They’re gone already?” Jake mumbles, cutely rubbing sleep from his eyes.
Jay takes his thumb and promptly smudges away the red pigment still staining the corners of the other boy’s mouth, laughing softly. “Yeah, I showered, felt icky,” he admits apologetically. “But guess what?” Jay hums, nodding his head towards the bullet of trusty lipstick that sits on the bedside table.
And he pinches Jake’s cheek, sharp and pretty cat eyes soft and affectionate when his puppy boyfriend’s stupidly cute face lights up at his next words.
“Tonight, if you’re good, I’ll let you do it all over again.”
(In Jake’s room, of course. Jay doesn't think his wallet can handle two Park Sunghoon shopping sprees in 48 hours.)