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shortcake kisses
request: hi there! :) can i request a 16 & 23 from the kisses prompt list for either sunoo or jake? hehe thanks a lot!! ur writing is real cute btw <3333
prompt: 16 - one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person 23 - kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating
pairing: jake x reader
word count: 1.1k+
for it being a sunday morning, you expected to be able to have more of a lay in.
what you didn’t expect was your door to slam open with a very happy, “gooooood morning, y/n!” booming throughout your room, only to have a whole body being thrown on top of you at the early hour of 9 am. expect the unexpected i guess?
“jake, get your fat ass off of me… this second.” however, jake didn’t budge. i mean, why should he? you literally just woke up and probably don’t even remember your own name, let alone be capable to cause him even an ounce of harm at the fact that he’s crushing your body with his. he simply snuggles further into your warmth - his original plan was to wake you up but well… if you can’t beat them, join them, right?
you stopped bothering to try and get him off of you and instead wrap one of your arms around his back and bring him closer to you before once again falling back into a comforting sleep.
the second time you’re woken up, you feel your face being peppered by soft kisses: one on the cheek, one on the nose, forehead, chin, other cheek and finally your lips. you slowly kiss back as he then pulls away, a bright smile on his face. you gently smile back, eyes still half closed as you cuddle further into your cool pillow. you hear jake sigh before you feel your warm covers being ripped away from your body. you curl up until a ball to try and preserve some heat but unfortunately, before you can even try and attempt to hold your knees to your chest, jake grabs your ankles and drags you to the end of your bed and forces you to sit up.
“good god, it’s 11 am and you’re giving me a whiplash - why are you here anyway?” you voice holds a tiredness to it as you rub the sleep out of your eyes and look for your hairbrush.
“is that a complaint i’m hearing? i’m here to take you on a date,” he smiles so widely at you, you almost start worrying about his cheeks and how much pain they must be in. “a date?”
“yeah? now go get ready, quick! shoo!” he flaps his hands at your forcing you to leave your room and go to the bathroom to get ready. you laugh at his antics and pull your hair back, ready to wash your face.
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