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HOW COME I DIDNT KNOW U WERE A WRITER TOO??DAMN am following u cuz i wanna read ur works later 🤭🤭 especially that cheating jake cuz.. yk how i am with this trope i think.. LMAOO

bro it feels surreal that you’re following me omg 🥹🥹🥹

i’ve just been really humble about it, ig? i just love writing about my interests and what not but i had seen your heejake smau just when part 4 was released and i’ve been following you since then 😂😂😂 i think it was around part 10/11 that i got the inspiration for my fic but it took soooo long to write omgg

but ty so much for being interested! i hope you enjoy the fic! i normally don’t write cheating fics so that’s why i had to justify reader and jake’s behaviour!

happy reading 😙

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time to work on that heeseung height difference fic 🫡

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AND IT DON'T WORK YOU SEE THROUGH, THAT I JUST WANNA GET WITH YOU

pairing: sim jaeyun (jake) x black!fem!reader

summary: his girlfriend—and your best friend—has been treating him like shit. cancelling on him last minute, blatantly flirting with guys in front of him of him, shifting her insecurities onto him, the whole work. ,jake deserves better than that and you’re determined to show him, even if the circumstances aren’t in your favour.

content warnings: cheating/infidelity, condescending dom!reader, slight mean dom!reader, sub!jake, oral (f+m receiving), cowgirl/riding, overstimulation (m!recieving), multiple orgasms, multiple rounds, jake whimpers and whines and moans and groans, messy and nasty sex, cockstepping/minor footjob, masturbation (m) + getting caught, slight perv!jake, mommy kink, implied dacryphilia, jake cries, implied voyeurism, jake is in a toxic relationship, your bestie is a piece of shit for the sake of my sanity

word count: 7.8k

colly's notes: FINALLY FINSIHED OMG WE CHEERED!! i poured alot into this, so please enjoy! this is inspired by @misolhee’s cheating heejake smau fic (although it takes a completely different direction, it’s almost comical 🤪🤪🤪) i highly recommend so read it here!! this was also supposed to be a drabble but i changed my mind ☺️☺️☺️ anyways, enjoy freaky jake while i work on my other stuff! also this is barely proofread

title inspo: you right - doja cat ft. the weeknd

divider creds: @cursed-carmine

You want to strangle your best friend.

Could you even call her your best friend?

Best friends are supposed to be kind, sweet, loyal. Have your best interests at heart. They are supposed to be your number and one supporter, the person you can go to when you’re sad or happy or just thinking about them.

Lucille thinks she’s all of the above.

She thinks she’s the perfect pristine embodiment of loyalty and love and—

Ugh. She makes you sick.

News flash; she’s not as perfect as she so desperately wants you to believe.

Where do you even start?

First, she’s a fucking snake. The nastiest one you’ve probably ever seen. She pretends she’s a sweetheart, like she is the most wonderful person you could ever have the pleasure of meeting.

Lucille is lazy, selfish and fake as hell. She’ll persuade you to lend her a ridiculous amount of money and never pay it back. She’ll steal your expensive jewelry or items and play victim when you call her out. She has a way of wrapping guys around her finger and making them bend to her every need. All she does is take and take and take and doesn't care if she has bled you dry. She’ll just move on to the next person.

And then the next.

And then the next.

But heaven forbid anyone do that to her.

You’re not allowed to cheat on her, you’re not allowed to lie to her face, you’re not allowed to bully her the way she’s bullied other people. Lucille lives in this bubble in which only she can pop it. Only she decides what’s good for her and what’s not.

So why are you even friends with her? I mean, considering the fact that she’s also fucked you over and blatantly stole your boyfriend way back when, why are you even friends with her?

Sure, you’ve had your flings left and right and messed around with guys; you’re not a saint either.

You think it’s probably because of pity.

There’s no way someone can be this miserable and insecure about themselves to the point that they have to make it everyone else’s problem. Lucille was a piece of work and you concluded that whenever you were a terrible person, you’d think of Lucille and feel better about yourself.

You were the only person that could put up with Lucille and you couldn’t think of the stress that she’d put on someone else.

You guess you could say that you were taking one for the team.

But, fuck if you didn’t want to strangle her right now.

For the past year and a half, she’s been dating this guy named Sim Jaeyun or Jake, as he prefers. You were pleasantly surprised when she was actually putting in the work to get him, even going as far as deleting the contacts of her old flings and trying to change.

You supported her and did what you could to make sure she could be happy. Lucille had even started paying some people back and had briefly quit her selfish antics.

You felt you could breathe. All the times you had to bend over for her had finally paid off.

For about 3 months.

You started noticing the habits emerging again. The way she would subtly cancel plans last minute, make excuses that contradict each other, ask Jaeyun for things with no intention of returning the favor and the secret messages she’d send when she was sure no one was looking.

To anyone else, it’d seem innocent or harmless. But after years of dealing with Lucille, you’d learned to spot the red flags quickly.

Your efforts to tell Jaeyun was futile.

“She’s going through something, her art career never made it through.”

“Lucille is sensitive. If doing this makes her feel better, then I’ll gladly do it for her.”

“You’re thinking too deep into this. Lucille would never do this to me.”

Excuses, excuses, excuses. You’d know because once upon a time, they were the same words coming out of your mouth.

Jake was just so damn sweet and loyal that it actually pissed you off. How could one be this naive? Everyone could see that she was practically cheating on him and yet you’d have yet to figure out why he was going along with it.

And you came to a pretty terrifying conclusion:

You.

You see, somewhere along the months of Lucille and Jake dating, you’d started to notice something about Jake. How he always seemed to linger near you, his eyes looking for you in a crowded room, the lingering touches that seemed innocent but set your skin on fire. You’d seen it all.

And so what if you were playing into it? You weren’t doing anything wrong. As long as you never made an explicit move, you and Jake could continue this cat and mouse game as long as you needed to.

As annoying as Lucille is, she wasn’t a fucking idiot. She could sense the tension between you and always got mad at you, like you were purposefully enticing him. You’d always deny it and then get into an argument where you’d ignore each other for a day or two until she called you crying, begging you to pull her out of whatever problem she was in.

Everything about this was toxic. You tried at first to stay away, to keep your distance.

But for some reason, you always have a knack for stirring up trouble.

Jake had texted you, wondering if Lucille was okay because she wasn’t answering her phone. They had a meet up planned and you were sure that Lucille had stood him up to go flirt with other guys. You don’t know what came over you when you texted him to come over, that you'd probably be better company than Lucille.

That brings you to your present situation.

You cooked dinner for both of you, cracked open a bottle of wine and were now tipsy and laughing over nothing.

“And I told Lucille that it was a bad idea but she still insisted. And then she ended up getting a flat tire and missing the concert entirely.” You recalled, laughing at the memory of Lucille’s poor planning.

“She’s always been prone to poor planning, but that’s just how it is.” Jake agrees, taking a sip of his wine.

“And poor decision-making.” You agree. “Especially when it comes to her love life.”

You regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth. You don’t know what prompted you to say that, but judging by the way Jake’s face falls, you only feel 10 times more guilty.

“Jake…” You begin, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t–”

“Do you think I made a mistake?” He quietly asks you, staring at his wine glass.

You don’t get to respond before he continues.

“I see everything. The pity looks, the judgmental glances, the way everyone is always walking on eggshells around me. Everyone is saying that I made a mistake, that Lucille is using me, that I’m too blind to see that this relationship is only going to kill me. But they don’t know anything. They don’t know what Lucille is going through, what she’s really like behind closed doors. She’s good to me and people can’t see that—why can’t they see that?”

The next time you see Lucille, you’re gonna strangle her. You don’t know what kind of bullshit she’s been feeding him to have been vividly defending her like this. Lucille is the fakest person you know but you’re aware that she’s already got Jake under her spell.

“But even I am starting to see it. The way she treats me. Like I’m expendable, like I’m something she feels possessive over.” Jake takes another sip, a larger one, and he locks eyes with you. His lips quirk up, like he’s discovering something all over again.

“Have you always been this pretty? I mean, I knew you were but seeing you up close just–”

“Jake, you’re drunk.” You set your glass down and stand up to take his own away but you’re shocked when he grabs your waist and brings you to stand between his legs.

“Let me just say this, please. I don’t know when I’ll get another chance.”

You shouldn’t let this happen. He’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you’re supposed to stop this from happening.

But the way Jake is looking at you, his eyes desperate and hopeful, you can’t say anything. And he takes that as his sign to keep going.

“I’m not supposed to feel this way. Every time I look at you, my chest just tightens. I look for you in crowded rooms, I make excuses to touch you just to feel what it’s like. I think about kissing you more than I think about whether Lucille is out ignoring my messages and letting guys flirt with her. I try to memorize your scent everytime I come over—fuck, it’s like I’m obsessed with you. I think about you when I shouldn’t, when I’m lying in my bed alone thinking about your voice, your face, your tits every time I jerk off—”

“Jake!” You scold, your hand coming up to cover his. Your face heats up, both flustered and—

Fuck, you’re turned on.

You’re not supposed to be. You need to control yourself. You’re both drunk and talking out of your asses. You’re not supposed to be letting him admit that he’s come at just the thought of you.

“Jake, that’s enough. You shouldn’t be telling me this.” You try to reason with him.

“When should I?” He speaks through your palm. He grabs it and kisses the inside of your wrist, never once breaking eye contact. “When I’m drunk again? When I can’t take it anymore? When Lucille has ditched me again and I desperately need company? When should I be honest to myself and say that–”

“Don’t.” You say, firmer this time. Though it pains you, you peel yourself away from Jake and put some distance. “Don’t finish that sentence. Just… don’t.”

“Why?” He sounds so defeated, like you’re denying him the right to be honest with himself.

“Because if you admit it, there’s no going back. It changes everything. And I don’t think you’re ready or lucid enough to deal with the consequences.” You say.

There’s a weird finality to your tone, like you’ve drilled it into his head that this conversation is done now.

“You should probably go. Or you can take the couch. I don’t really care.” You quickly clear the table and rush to the kitchen, pretending to occupy yourself.

You can’t stop thinking about his words. His desperation. The dilemma he’s been fighting with himself. You also can’t get rid of the hot feeling in your stomach, the pride that comes from the effect you have on Jake.

You wonder how he did it. How he lay on his bed and could do nothing but stroke his cock to the thought of you, knowing he shouldn’t but ultimately succumbing to his guilty pleasure.

His guilty pleasure being you.

Your thighs squeeze together and you bite your lip. You shake your head to rid yourself of these thoughts.

‘He’s your best friend’s boyfriend.’ You remind yourself.

Sim Jaeyun is sweet. He is loyal. He’s like an adorable puppy, always latching on to people. He’s also smart. He has a lot of unique interests. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn’t deserve a girl like Lucille, one that will make him question his worth, his standing or his decisions. He doesn’t deserve someone as toxic as Lucille, someone who will always paint herself as the victim, a girl allergic to accountability.

Lucille doesn’t deserve Sim Jaeyun. She doesn’t deserve someone as sweet as him, someone who will always give him the benefit of the doubt, someone who will always go out of his way to make sure she’s accommodated for, someone who is such a selfless person. A guy that wants to be loved as much as he loves others. A guy who is the most perfect guy a girl could ask for.

Lucille doesn’t deserve Sim Jaeyun.

Lucille doesn’t deserve Sim Jaeyun.

Lucille doesn’t deserve Sim Jaeyun.

And you’ll make sure she knows it.

—

This game between you and Jaeyun has definitely progressed. In fact, he seems to have gotten bolder now that he knows you know what he’s been thinking about.

Lucille doesn’t know about what happened when Jake came over that night, and you’ve made it your mission to make sure Lucille never finds out. Despite how it ended, you’re sure she would jump through hoops and hoops to try and justify why her boyfriend came on to you. Lucille truly thinks she’s the shit, like people are lucky to have her.

The thing about Jaeyun is that he can’t really take what he dishes. He’ll provoke you first, hands hovering around your waist under the guise of getting something, he’ll make excuses to talk or text you, pretending that he needs to relay a message to Lucille or that he needed your opinion on something, and he’ll make layered comments right in front of you.

When you fire back—a hand trailing his shoulder or texting him suggestive pictures of your outfit or maintaining eye contact with him—he suddenly can’t take it anymore, suddenly rushing out of whatever room he’s in or trying to shake off your glances. Whether it’s to jerk off or to hide his blush, you can’t deny the rush of power you feel. The fact that you can make him come this undone fills you with arousal and pride.

There’s no room for guilt, surprisingly. Your goal is clear: give Lucille a taste of her own medicine. Maybe this wake-up call is what she needs to start acting right. Either way, you’re not feeling like the loyal best friend you’re supposed to be.

But this time, it doesn’t feel too bad.

The problem, however, is that despite Jake having told you that he wants you, he’s still holding on to those flimsy morals of his. He’s still in a relationship, Lucille still hasn’t given him a reason to suspect her, or your favourite: “That’s not who I am!”

Right, like you just imagined it when he said that he jerks off to the thought of you, but yes! Sim Jaeyun is a saint, apparently. And it’s never pissed you off so badly before.

Either he’s a freak with the way he’s edging himself or these morals are the only way he can eradicate the guilt he’s feeling on his end.

It doesn’t matter to you. Two can play that game.

You had texted Jake a picture of yourself in what seems like an innocent picture of your outfit, but anyone can see the implication behind it. Your heels, your dress, your pantyhose, all of it would be enough to make any guy pop a boner. You’re hot and you know it.

But for some reason, Jaeyun’s opinion is the only one you want right now.

jakey ❤︎⁠:

cool outfit, where u going?

you:

goin out with the gals, wbu?

jakey ❤︎⁠:

just preparing for my date with lucille

You roll your eyes behind your screen. Of course, he’d be thinking about Lucille when you’ve practically sent him a non-provocative provocative picture, if that even makes sense.

you:

ah, i see

have fun, ig

jakey ❤︎⁠:

c’mon, don’t be like that

you look really good

kind of jealous

it’d look better off

Bingo.

Your smirk probably looks wicked but you’ve got him exactly where you want him. You see how quick Jake is to unsend the message, realizing that he probably gave himself away.

you:

it’s okay jake

don’t be embarrassed

your secret is safe with me

ttyl <3

Something tells you this will be the best night of your life.

In more ways than one.

—

You’re already bored out of your mind.

You’ve been nursing your drink for the past 10 minutes, one friend on the dancefloor and the other trying to get into the pants of some random guy. You hum again, setting your drink down and playing with the ice via the stick in your drink. The club was boring, the music was bad, and the alcohol quality was shit. If you had known that this was what you were to spend your Friday night over, you would’ve canceled and continued flirting with Jake up until his date.

Speaking of which, you haven’t heard from Lucille.

Not that you want to, but that it’s customary for her to send pictures of the date and gush over how sweet and loyal Jake is which just makes you sick.

Gushing over how loyal Jake is while simultaneously cheating on said man just enraged you beyond reason.

The more you think about it, the more pissed off you get so you decide to just pay for your drinks and get out of here. You have better things to do. You grab your bag and are just about to leave when you spot something.

Or rather, someone.

And it’s none other than Lucille.

She’s clearly flirting with some guy, her heel tracing a line from his ankle to his calf and you can tell she’s pretending to be interested in whatever he’s saying. He laughs and she laughs back, placing her perfectly manicured nails on his arms, trying to butter him up. All to get in his pants.

You scoff, shocked at her audacity. You immediately pull out your phone and take pictures, darting out before she can see you.

There’s a weird rage bubbling in you. Jake doesn’t deserve any of this. He doesn’t need someone like Lucille. All your best friend does is piss you the hell off and it’s starting to get to you.

At the mention of Jake, you stop in your tracks.

Isn’t he supposed to be out with Lucille?

The rage turns into something else, into realization.

Right now, Lucille is occupied. Jake is probably disappointed in Lucille for standing him up again. And you’re bored from a disappointing night out.

This is your chance.

Of course, the rational part of yourself says that this is wrong, regardless of whether Lucille was a horrible friend or not. You wouldn’t be the bigger person, you’d be stopping to her level.

But then again, it’s not like you were a saint either.

—

Jake has no idea how he ended up here.

In your room. On your bed. Jerking off to the thought of you.

In his defense, it sort of just… happened.

He was supposed to go on a date with Lucille. That was almost two hours ago. Before she, yet again, stood him up.

He shouldn’t have been surprised though. He was… disappointed? Was that the best way to describe what he was feeling? He hadn’t expected her to show but he was hoping that this one time he could see a change in her.

With no response from Lucille, he visited her house only to find that she wasn’t home. He tried visiting other places that screamed Lucille which meant going through bars after bars and even contemplated going into a strip club. Calling her didn’t work. Texting her didn’t work. Reaching her through her friends didn’t work either.

Defeated and lonely, he hadn’t even realized that he went to your apartment until he was in front of the door. He was going to knock but remembered that you were out and probably weren’t home right now. Almost like the universe was watching, his phone buzzed with a text from you.

heyy. the club was boring so i left. coming home rn. wanna join me?

it’ll be fun, i promise ;)

Jake texted back and used your spare key to enter your apartment. He took off his shoes and sat on your couch in the living room.

To say that Jake felt awkward was an understatement. He felt like he was at his cousin’s house, on his best behaviour, afraid of doing the wrong thing.

What was Jake afraid of though? He remembers the night that he had drunkenly admitted that he felt something for you, in a way a boyfriend shouldn’t feel for his girlfriend’s best friend.

Jake is shameless.

His greatest strength and his weakness.

It’s how he ended up here.

Jake swears he was just exploring, wanting to see what the rest of your house looked like. He entered your room just with the intention of looking around, laughing at all the cute and ridiculous things he was going to find, not with the intention of lying on your bed and jerking off.

He couldn’t help himself! Your sheets smelled so much like you and he’d been thinking about you more lately and–

Welp, there’s no use trying to justify it now. Not when his pants and boxers have been lowered to his thighs and his hand is wrapped around his cock, frantically moving it up and down.

It hasn’t even registered that you may come home any minute now, all that matters to him is his pleasure, the throbbing need that is his dick. Fucking pervert, he couldn’t even wait until he got home. Who jerks off in someone else’s house?

“Oh, fuck–” Jake cuts himself off when his fingers squeezes the base of his cock, a bit more precum leaking out from the tip. He has long since stopped biting his lips to stifle his moans, instead choosing to let them out as they get increasingly louder and louder.

Jake has never felt this strung up over someone before, even more over someone he shouldn’t be wanting but for once Jake wants to be selfish. He wants to let himself have this before he is reminded of his reality.

Jake imagines it’s you, your hand wrapping around his dick, your velvety voice whispering in his ears, telling him he’s doing good for you, that you love seeing him like this. He wonders what it would be like to kiss you, how well you would taste, how addicting you would be.

He’s so wrapped up in his fantasies that he doesn’t even see the pair of eyes intently staring at him from the cracked bedroom door.

Jake continues saying your name over and over again. He can feel his peak coming, all he has to do is just—

“Well, aren’t you just a pretty thing, Jaeyun.”

Jake stops dead in his tracks, like someone just poured ice cold water all over him. He sits up so fast his head spins–most likely a combination from Jake coming down from his ruined orgasm and the fact that you’re in front of him, standing in the center of your room, your arms crossed as you intently stare at him.

Jake frantically pulls his pants up, guilt and shame filling his body. Well, to be fair, it’s not like you don’t know that he’s jerked to the thought of, but it’s more the fact that he got caught.

“Shit–when, uh… when did you get back?” He weakly asks.

“A couple of minutes ago. Did you not get my text?” You ask, but your tone is neutral, almost like you’re contemplating something, like you’ve made up your mind about something.

Jake just gets straight to the point. “...How much of that did you see?”

“Enough.” You say, dropping your purse on the floor.

The sound of it hitting the floor sounds like finality and Jake wishes that the floor could just open up and swallow him whole.

“I can explain–”

“Explain what? That you were touching yourself to the thought of me? To the thought of fucking you stupid? Or both?”

The words sound rude coming out of your mouth but it only turns Jake on. He shouldn’t be getting hard but it’s you. Of course it’s you he’s this distraught over. It’s only you that can get him like this.

You roll your eyes and turn around and Jake thinks that he’s truly messed up this time. He tries to get up but he forgets that he’s still sensitive and he falls to his knees in front of your bed.

“Wait, don’t go–I’m sorry, please it won’t happen again, I promise!” Jake frantically pleads, words coming out a mile a minute. “I know it was wrong of me but I just couldn’t help myself! I was just–”

He’s interrupted by you dragging your stool from your vanity across the floor, setting it infront of him, taking a seat on it. Jake notices that you hadn’t taken off your heels; he must’ve been loud enough that you immediately investigated the noises he was making. Which only makes Jake blush harder.

“Well? Don’t stop on my account, show me what you were doing.” You prompt, leaning back on your hands as you place them on the back of the stool.

“Huh?” Jake says, now sitting on his heels. “I mean, not that I’m saying no but–”

“I really don’t wanna have to repeat myself.” Your tone leaves no room for negotiation.

His cock has gotten rock hard now and Jake is a little embarrassed at how fast he was to comply, slowly pulling down his pants to reveal the boxers that already have a wet patch in the front of it.

Jake is about to pull down his boxers until you abruptly stop him, placing your heel on his chest.

“Guess who I saw at the bar.” You ask him, turning to the side to retrieve your purse.

Jake cannot see how that is important right now. “Uhm… I, uh, maybe Heeseung? Jungwon?”

You laugh before pulling out your phone. “Nope. Lucille. And she was getting really cozy with another guy.”

Jake’s eyes widen and of course he hurries to deny it. “What? That’s not true, Lucille would never–”

He’s interrupted by you shoving your phone in his face, the photo clear as day.

Lucille. With a guy. Clearing messing around. You even captured a photo of them kissing.

Jake is hurt. He’s feeling absolutely crushed. What did he do to Lucille to warrant this? Besides giving her love and attention and gifts?

“Aw, Jaeyun, don’t be sad.” You reassure, your heel trailing lower and lower, almost reaching his dick now. “I mean, you knew this was happening all along.”

“No, I just–I didn’t think she’d be cruel enough to do this!” Jake is scrambling again to make excuses, a habit that he still hasn’t learned to quit.

Fed up with it, your heel presses on his clothed dick and any train of thought from Jake disappears. Instead, he gasps, the pleasure from the touch fueling him.

“Everyone knew, Jaeyun.” You continue, simultaneously rubbing your heel across his cock. “Everyone knew and tried to tell you but you refused to listen.”

“I–I just wanted to believe her, I wanted to be good to her!” He’s blubbering now, not even realizing that his hips are moving on its own accord, bucking up to meet your foot everytime you grind on him.

“You stopped being good the moment you looked at me and saw me as more than your girlfriend’s best friend.”

You press your foot down on his dick and Jake lets out the prettiest moan. You grind your foot up and down before pressing down again. Jake’s forehead lands on your lap, his hands coming up to hold the side of your thighs, constantly trying to meet your ministrations.

Jake moans again, albeit a bit muffled before he lets out a sound of protest from you pulling your heel away.

“Wha… why’d you stop?” It’s so pathetic the way he says it, that it actually warms your heart.

“Don’t worry.” You kick the stool back, letting it fall on your rug-clad floor with a soft thud!

You kick off your heels, climbing on your bed and kneeling while facing him. Jake turns around and you note how beautiful he looks: flushed face, swollen lips and teary eyes.

“Come here Jaeyun.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbs on the bed as you grab his face and kiss him. It’s so much better than he’d imagined. The kiss is passionate, bold, full of pent up emotion that none of you dare to release. You taste better than he imagined, even when your tongue licked his lower lip demanding entry in which he easily grants. He moans at the feeling of your tongue in his mouth, swirling against his and he’s dizzy with how messy and wrong this whole situation is.

“Take this off.” You pull away and hurriedly take off Jake’s shirt, his hands joining you to aid him in peeling it off. You throw it somewhere across the room before you straddle his lap and wrap your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It also doesn’t help that you’ve begun grinding down on him, chasing the heat in between your legs now. Jake moans at the feeling of your clothed core rubbing against his, his hips jumping up to meet you halfway.

The whole thing is messy, Jake separating from your lips to nibble kisses down your neck. His bites at a specific part of your neck that has you letting out a quiet moan as you grind down on Jake, working both him and you.

Your hands trail down his chest (his well-toned and defined body, you wondered if he worked out in his free time) and tug at his belt loops, signaling to him that you want them off. He hurriedly shakes out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers while you are still fully clothed.

Something Jake doesn’t seem to like, coupled with the way he whines and pulls away, gripping your pantyhose-covered things while brushing lips across yours.

“You’re still clothed.” He whines, like he’s desperate to feel your skin against his.

You lean back and pretend to think. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

You lean on your back, one foot resting on his chest while the other is bent in front of you. Jake takes that as his sign, his fingers slowly trailing up your thighs underneath your dress. Your breath hitches at the touch all while you maintain eye contact with him. Jake is mesmerized though, his fingers digging into the band of your stockings to pull them down your legs. He gulps at the sight of your skin, his fingers tracing circles across your things, dipping in between them until his fingers brush against your covered core.

You jump at the stimulation, a pleased sigh leaving you.

“You’re so beautiful. So much more than—”

“Please don’t say her name right now.” You bite, a flare of anger rising in you. Along with that anger there’s another emotion present…

Jealousy?

Yeah, it is.

Why’s he thinking about her at a time like this? When you’re literally spread out for him? When you literally caught him touching himself and moaning your name?

“Sorry.” Jake sheepishly mumbles, his fingers still caressing your thighs. “I didn’t—I was just, uh, thinking a lot of things…”

“Ugh, now that's turned me off.’ You push his hands away, pretending to be disinterested. You sit up against your headboard and bring your knees up, an action which makes your dress ride up and expose your panties to the man in front of you.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” You want to laugh. You’ve breast said anything and he’s already begging. You hide your smirk and open your mouth.

“No, I mean, if you still wanna be loyal, I can’t force you. Maybe we should just end it here—”

The words nearly make Jake sob as he crawls closer to you, desperately kissing your face and whining into your neck. “Please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, please, I’ll be better–I’ll be so good to you, please let me be good to you–”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his, an action that makes Jake moan into your mouth.

“Tell you what, Jaeyun,” You begin, pulling away and letting your thumb trace his lower lip. “Eat me out and if you make me cum hard enough, I’ll fuck you real good. Okay?”

Jake is nodding before his head can keep up. “Yes, yes, anything! I’ll do anything–”

“Ugh, less talking and more moving.” You roll your eyes, pushing his head down towards your clothed heat.

You spread your legs for Jake, drool spilling out from his lips at the thought of tasting you. He leans in and sucks your clit through your underwear, drawing a moan from you. Your back slightly arches as one of your hands caresses his hair.

Jake continues this for a bit before he ultimately decides that he wants to taste you for real and is hurriedly pulling down your underwear and throwing it behind him. He dives in, licking a stripe from your hole up until your clit.

The taste of you on Jake’s tongue ignites something in him and he’s messily licking at you, desperate to get more of it. His head is hidden under your dress but you can see the frantic bobbing of it, his desperation evident.

Your thighs tighten around Jake’s head and he takes that as his sign to throw your legs over shoulders and add two fingers to the mix, your moans now freely spilling out.

“Oh, fuck! Feels so so good, Jaeyun!” You cry out, lifting the edge of your dress to see his face.

Jake lets out a moan at your praise, the vibrations only serving to heighten your pleasure. His hips are humping your mattes right now, the tightness in his pants too much for him to bear.

It’s not long before the coil in your stomach starts to tighten and Jake can tell you’re almost there with the way your moans are getting more frequent and higher.

“That’s it, I’m so close, fuck! Shit!–” You cut yourself off with a moan, gripping Jake’s hair and bucking your hips in his face.

“Please–” He begs but it’s muffled as he continues to eat you out, burying his face even more if that was possible.

Jake gives you clit one final suck before the coil snaps and you let out a loud moan, releasing all over his face. Jake laps up everything, until he’s gently pulling his face away.

His chin is glistening with your essence, smeared all over his mouth as he locks eyes with you. Your eyes trail down and you can see a growing wet patch in his boxers, emitting a laugh from you.

“Did you come in your pants, Jaeyun?” You’re a little shocked, you didn’t think that your pleasure would affect him this much.

Jake lowers his head, furiously blushing. “I couldn't help myself… I’m sorry.”

“Aww, don’t be.” You coo, leaning forward to kiss him. “I thought it was cute.”

You can taste yourself on his tongue, and Jake seems to get more and more desperate as he unzips the back of your dress and helps you tug it over your head. He stops for a moment, just admiring what he sees before your hand grabs his chin and gently lifts it to meet your gaze. You smile as your hands trail down his chest and help Jake out of his ruined boxers.

“You did so good, Jaeyun. Lie back for me, okay?”

You both switch positions now; Jake laying on his back and you straddling his lap as you guide his tip to your entrance. Jake’s hands are holding your hips, not to help you but more so to anchor himself.

You both let out a moan when you slowly lower yourself onto him, all in one go. You stop to adjust and collect yourself as you place your hands on his chest. You lean down and brush your nose against Jake’s, laughing at his flushed face.

“You ready?” You ask him.

Jake doesn’t get a chance to ask what you mean before you start riding him, the sound of skin on skin slowly filling the room. Jake throws his head back, moans spilling out of his mouth faster than he can keep up.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, that feels so good–oh you feel so good.” He’s blubbering now, obsessed with how tight you feel around him and how good you;re giving it to him. Jake never thought he would’ve found himself in this situation twelve hours ago but he is not complaining. He’d do it all over again if it meant that he could be right here.

Underneath you. Watching the way you ride him into tomorrow. At this point it just feels like you’re using him to get off.

“C’mere. C’mere, let me feel you Jaeyun.” You say between your moans, needing him close to you.

Jake obliges and wraps his arms around your waist, your hands coming to cradle his head and smash your lips against his as you continue to bounce in his lap, your juices coating his dick.

Jake whimpers when you tug on his hair, deepening the kiss if it was even possible. Your mouth trails down to his neck, sucking marks into his neck as he whines into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so big, Jaeyun. You’ve been hiding this from me all this while?” You tease, nipping his ear. You continue moving up and down, forcing more noises out of Jake’s mouth.

“Oh, please, please, please.” Jake doesn't even know what’s begging for. But he’s never felt this kind of pleasure, not when was with Lucille, not when he was alone. Not ever.

Jake has started kissing your chest, biting his own marks into it. His hands unwrap themselves from your waist and go to squeeze your boobs in his hands, his thumbs brushing your nipples. The action makes you clench around Jake which in turn makes Jake let out a loud groan.

“Lucille doesn’t even know what she’s missing out on.” You say, starting to get faster and Jake only cries in pleasure. “She’s over here flirting with any man that’ll give her attention while I’m fucking her boyfriend in my own bed.”

Jake groans at your words, continuing to bury his face in your chest. “Did that make you shy, Jaeyun? You like what you’re hearing, that you’re cheating on your girlfriend with her best friend?”

“No–I–It’s not that!” He protests, looking up at you with his teary eyes, something that makes you clench around him again.

“Really? Do you fuck all of your girlfriend’s best friends or it’s just me?” You respond, pushing him to lay on his back again.

Jake hasn’t even realized that he’s getting closer to his peak until he feels the coil winding up until he’s taken a look at the way you guys are connected. His fingers go to rub at your clit, helping you reach your peak as well.

“Oh, I’m so close–I’m so close, please let me cum!” Jake begs, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

“Tell me I’m better than her.”

“Huh?”

“Tell me I’m better than Lucille or I won’t let you cum. I’ll just use you to get me off and leave you shaking and ruined.” You order, bouncing on him faster now.

“Please! Oh, you’re so much better than her–she could never compare, she could never make me feel the way you do!” Jake is just saying whatever, anything that will keep you connected to him.

“C’mon, Jaeyun. Let go for me.”

Jake’s moans get gradually louder and louder until he drops the bomb that triggers your own orgasm alongside his.

“Ugh, fuck–mommy, please!”

You release all over Jake while he fills you up, a warm sensation that you can feel in your walls and some of it escapes from your cunt onto the base of his cock. Jake has his head thrown back while you both slowly come down from your highs.

“So…” You begin. “Mommy, huh?”

Jake’s eyes fly open, the memory of what he said hitting him full force as he grows embarrassed, his face covering his hands.

“Please forget you heard me say that.” He mumbles through his hands.

You laugh and let out a soft gasp as you pull out, some of his cum leaking out of you. You lean in and gently pry his face away from his hands, putting your lips against his. Jake reciprocates but doesn’t see that your hand is trailing down his chest and wrapping around his cock. Jake jolts at the feel of you slowly rubbing him, your touch much softer and delicate than all the times he jerked off to the thought of you.

“I kind of liked hearing you call me that. Think you can do it again?” You say against his lips.

“Wait, I’m sensitive!” Jake tries to protest but it’s muffled as he continues to make out with you.

“You keep bucking your hips into my hand. You’re sure you want me to stop?” You tease. Jake’s previous release mixed with your juices serve as a lubricant on his cock, your hand gliding easier and faster, all to make Jake fall apart quicker.

“Oh, f-fuck, mommy! Mommy, please! ‘M sensitive, I–” He’s interrupted by your thumb gliding over his slit, throwing his head back as you draw out a full whimper from him.

The pleasure has started to override his brain. His mind is slowly getting fuzzier now, clouded with the continuous pleasure that you continue to lay on him. Before he knows it, he feels himself reaching his peak again; a more intense one at that.

“You close? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, just focus on what I’m doing, yeah?” You reassure him, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Jake doesn’t even register your words. He only registers the feeling of him cumming again, releasing for the third time that night. It splashes all over your hand and Jake’s abs, and his face through it all just turns you on even more.

The problem is that you don’t stop. Jake doesn’t even get a chance to come down from his high before you sit yourself between his legs and lick his tip.

“Fuck!” He cries, bucking wildly before your hand presses down on his stomach, silently telling him to stay still. “I just came, please–!”

“One more.” You say, looking up at him. “You can give me one more.”

You take him in your mouth, all in one go and Jake can only let out whimpers and whines now, the sensitivity making his mind go haywire. His hands come to your hair as he feels your tongue swirling on the underside of his cock and he’s torn between chasing the pleasure or pushing your head away.

“Mommy, please!” His head is thrashing left right, small tears escaping his eyes as you continue to lick and suck away at his cock. “It–it’s too much–fuck, I can’t take it, please!”

“You can give me one more, Jaeyun.” You repeat, going to fondle his balls. All Jake does is buck his hips in your hand, tears fully streaming down his face.

You take him in your mouth again, Jake’s dick hitting the back of your throat. Jake has always imagined what your mouth would feel like, it was one of the fantasies he had when he would cum all over his hand in his room. But now that it’s real, Jake never wants this moment to end.

The coil in Jake is winding up and he can tell this release is going to be strong, maybe one of the strongest he’s ever had. His hands are slowly holding your head so that he finds something to hold on to.

“Mommy, mommy I’m gonna–I’m–shit!” Jake cries, not even finishing his sentence before he releases into your mouth, letting out the loudest moan as his back arches.

You eagerly swallow everything that he has to offer, not letting anything go to waste. When Jake is finally finished, he slumps into the sheets, fully spent. You sit up and wipe your mouth. You laugh at Jake’s fucked out state and straddle him to leave soft kisses all over his face, your last one on his nose.

“Has anyone told you how pretty your face is?” You murmur, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. You don’t give him a chance to answer before you’re crawling over him, your pussy hovering over your face.

Jake’s mouth waters at the sight of your cunt but he also whines at the fact that he’s spent. “Mommy, please. I’m tired…”

“You came four times and I only came twice. Is that fair to you?” You ask him, pretending to be confused.

Jake frantically shakes his head. As always, eager to please you.

“Then you know what you have to do, right?”

—

It’s past midnight now, nearing 2 AM.

Next to you, Jake is passed out sleeping on his back. You can see the deep red lines you left on his back after you went at it two more times, Jake insisting to take the lead–with you guiding him, of course.

He’s beautiful sleeping like this. No stress, no people telling his everyday that he’s gullible for dating Lucille, that

Jake’s phone buzzes on the nightstand and you turn it over to see it’s a message from Lucille. You get a wicked idea, knowing the perfect way to let Lucille know she’s lost. You unlock his phone (he told you the password was your birthday) and type out a message.

luci <3

you up?

srry i couldn’t make it

let me see you

you:

[attachment sent]

sorry boo, he’s a little busy right now

luci <3

what the fuck??

dude, what the hell? why are you with my boyfriend right now?

you:

don’t cry 😿

since no one has the guts to tell you this, let me be the first

you’re genuinely one of the most miserable people i’ve ever met. you’re rude, you’re entitled and you’re a fucking snake. idk how i put up with your ass for this many years, but i’ve had enough. consider this a thank you for all the “kind” shit you did for me

luci <3

you fucking bitch

i knew you always wanted him but i didn’t think you’d stoop this low

jake is mine, he’s loyal to me

you:

you’re the last person to be talking about loyalty when everyone knows you’ve been passed around like a broken and used toy

you just can’t handle the fact that you’re getting treated the way you treat others

dw, i’ll take good care of him ♥️♥️♥️

have a horrible fucking life lucille 🖕

You turn off Jake’s phone just as he turns around and sleepily mumbles your name. You bring him closer and lay his head on your chest, Jake going straight to sleep.

Lucille really didn’t deserve Sim Jaeyun. And even if you weren’t any better in terms of moral, you’re positive you got your message clear:

Sim Jaeyun is yours.

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Keep it a Secret (or try) | MASTERLIST

synopsis you kinda (literally) catch your brother’s best friend touching himself and can't stop thinking about him after that. He doesn't make it any easier when he starts teasing you. enhypen masterlist.

pairing brother's bff!heeseung x reader genre smau (+ written). crack. brother's best friend. featuring rei, wonyoung, & liz (ive), enhypen, anton (riize), taesan & leehan (bnd), minju, yunah, & moka (illit). contains kys jokes; suggestive jokes; little age gap (19&21); profanity; a lot of dick jokes; Rei being so into Jake (obviously fake don’t take it seriously). mars' yap this is my first time posting in here, I've had so much fun reading SMAUs so I thought i'd try it since I kind of do them but in Wattpad! I will try updating regularly and not leave you waiting lol but I can't promise anything!! Reblogs, comments, asks and even likes are deeply appreciated. Have fun reading!!

PROFILES just us girlies ; gay freaks

CHAPTERS

01 ⟶ CAUGHT IN 4K

02 ⟶ BOUTTA JUMP OFF A CLIFF

03 ⟶ "PERFECT" BROTHER IN LAW

04 ⟶ HEY SHAWTY

05 ⟶ STOLEN GLANCES ✎ wc 2.9k

06 ⟶ CLUELESS FLIRTING

07 ⟶ JAKE IN CUPID FORM

08 ⟶ UNFORTUNATE LIVE TWEETING

09 ⟶ THE REJECTION

10 ⟶ KEEP IT A SECRET (NOT ANYMORE) ✎ wc 2k

BONUS

12 ⟶ BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

12 ⟶ STACK OF DONUTS

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diet pepsi ⸺ camp counselor!jay (sounds to scenes collection)

( ★ ) ⸻ jay spent the entire summer pretending that he wasn't into you. ignoring every single one of your advances, because it made sense. you were younger. he was leaving. it just wouldn't work out. avoiding you just made the most sense. until he's letting himself slip on your last night together and he's quickly realizing that he's made a huge mistake.

۶ৎpairing: mentor!jay x mentee!reader ۶ৎgenre: heavy angst... smut. summer camp au. age gap (reader is 18, jay is 24). established relationships. ۶ৎtw: smut (mdni!) descriptive making out, loss of virginity, mutual pining. unexpected heeseung closure. fingering, dry humping. slight dirty talk. unresolved feelings. cortis!martin makes an appearance. bnd!jaehyun. car sex. subtle masturbation (m.), relationship ending. gone the next morning... post sex abandonment? unprotected sex (not in this economy pls). ۶ৎwc: 16.5k+

⸻ playlist | diet pepsi. addison rae, bound. the ponderosa twins plus one, late night talking. harry styles, electric love. borns, love grows (where my rosemary goes). edison lighthouse, tenerife sea. ed sheeran, perfect places. lorde, bad habit. steve lacy, get you. daniel caesar ft. kali uchis, summertime sadness. lana del rey, vienna. billy joel, the scientist. coldplay.

by the time the sun was setting, camp barely looked like camp anymore. the campers that had spent the past three months running from cabin to cabin had been picked up hours ago. said cabins cleaned up and empty, ready for the winter that slowly crept around the corner. the lake was still. for the first time all summer, there wasn't a schedule to follow, no activities, no headcounts. no one asking where the arts-and-crafts supplies were. you and the eleven other counselors were the only ones left, closing out the summer with a well deserved bonfire barbecue.

martin, sakai and jaehyun dragged picnic tables to the beach before setting the folding chairs up to surround the fire, while jungwon set up his speaker, viv and lex arguing about whose playlist should be shuffled. the smell of charcoal hung heavy in the air as heeseung started up the grill, expertly cutting thick pieces of beef while brin stole bites directly off the serving tray.

he's rolling his eyes the third time her tongs chase his, “those are for everybody,” he grumbles, she nods with a grin – pushing a big piece past her lips. “mhm!” she's reaching for another piece, but he's nudging her away with his hip. she easily reaches around him, popping the pork into her mouth before he can steal it back. “brin.” he tries to sound stern, but the natural softness of his voice never leaves him. “you've eaten like a full cow by now,” he jokes and she grins wide up at him, shoulders lifting in a shrug.

“put more on,” she says simply.

mindless chatter is heard all throughout the beach, a red solo cup clutched in every hand. sunoo is stationed behind a folding table he deemed the bar, two coolers hidden underneath filled with juice and several bottles that had been hidden for the better half of the summer and an obnoxious amount of fruit. mia argues as he hands her drink over, “you shouldn't eyeball vodka,” she nags and he's snorting out a laugh. “it literally won't matter in ten years, just drink.” he encourages, repeating what had become his mantra these last few days.

and no matter how scary that sounded, he was right. all the moments that seemed huge, everything that made you cry, smile, laugh – most likely wouldn't even matter ten years from now. but that's what made every last moment that much more special, what made the goodbyes that you all knew were looming that much more devastating. because despite promising to stay in touch, you all knew that this was all temporary and in ten years, everything would be so different. you all would be completely different.

you sit close to the fire with the other girls as the chaos settles, slowly rotating a marshmallow over the flames. the heat warming the bare skin of your thighs left by the dress you picked this morning. subconsciously putting more thought into your appearance, knowing what tonight meant. it was the last night, yes, but it always was a last chance. so you’re choosing the strapless dress that hugged your frame, a bright orange with pretty pink flowers scattered over it, the colors seeming to pop against your sun-kissed skin.

you hoped you looked as pretty as you felt and that a certain someone took notice, the moment he's drifting into your thoughts – your eyes shift to where he stands. leaning casually against one of the surfboards, head tipped back as he laughs at something jungwon said. jongseong park. jay. you remember reading his name on the welcome sheet on your very first day, the man in charge of the music lodge and all of the instruments inside. your mentor for the next three months and the man who you'd be replacing at the end of the summer when he left for grad school.

that's what he was introduced to you as, but after meeting him, after spending every single day with him for the last ninety-two days, he had become so much more. he was funny, smart, kind, generous and extremely talented. the kids loved him, looked up to him and he gave them a good reason to with how patient and encouraging he was with every last one of them. he was an all around good guy and him being without a doubt the hottest guy you've ever laid eyes on only added to that.

jay was sexy without even trying to be, from his facial expressions to the way his fingers moved over the strings of his guitar, everything he did seemed to draw you in. and god you were so bad at hiding it. from day one, you couldn't keep your eyes from finding him in the crowd, couldn't mask the insistent blush of your cheeks or the way giggles would slip past your lips before you could even think twice.

and the craziest part of all of it, was that he also seemed interested in you. you never missed the way the touches would linger, the way his eyes would drop to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. you've even caught him watching you from the pier one night when you and the other girls went out for a late swim. but you never once made a move, just treaded dangerously close to the line and it all but drove you insane.

“you're drooling,” you hear from beside you and your body startles, nearly dropping your marshmallow into the fire. viv laugh besides you, leaning into your shoulder as she does. you can already feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “no i'm not,” you uselessly defend and she nods as if she actually believes you, “why don't you go say something?” brin makes an attempt at whispering, leaning across viv to look at you.

you feel the anxiety blooming in your chest before she's even finishing her sentence, “are you crazy!?” while you were like 89% sure jay also thought you were cute, there was still that 11% chance that he was just being nice. and you were terrified by that 11%. viv lifts her drink to her lips, taking a big gulp of it before she's setting in the sand, deciding she was done with it. “he leaves tomorrow... forever.” she reminds with a pointed look. “and then in ten years, none of this will matter...”

as if he could sense he was being talked about, jay's eyes drift in your direction. not even half surprised that he caught you and the other girls staring, it sort of been the theme of the summer. and the way he wiggles his fingers in a slight wave makes everything worse, because you're gasping, marshmallow actually hitting the ground as laughter erupts between your friends.

the night stretches just like that, conversations bouncing between you, drinks and food being passed and lingering stares between you and jay that everyone else pretending they didn't notice. by the time the sky was dark and the stars were twinkling, everything seemed to settle. the feeling of finality that everyone had been avoiding thickening with each flicker of the fire.

“i can't believe i won't be back here next year,” heeseung says, earning a chorus of loud eye rolls from each of you. he's only mentioned it a trillion times in the past three months. “oh my god, wait! it's your last summer!?” lex fakes a gasp that has laughter spreading, heeseung lifts his middle finger in her direction while brin slaps at her shoulder playfully. “cut him some slack, he's been here since they filled the lake.” she teases.

jungwon is quick to interject, a smirk playing on his lips. “nah, that was jay. he poured the water in himself, one cup at a time,” he punctuates his words with a tip of his own cup, letting the last few drops of his liquor hit the sand. “seriously, though, we're going to miss you guys.” sakai starts and you can already hear the quiver in her tone. “it's going to be so weird not smelling brin making bacon before sunrise, or hearing jay fighting with the kids for hiding his drumsticks, no more heeseung waking us up past midnight for ramyeon...” her lips form a pout before she can even finish her thought and you're reaching over to hug her.

“aw.” martin coos, setting down his drink before clapping his hands together. “think tonight calls for some goodbye speeches,” agreement is immediate and it's not long before brin is standing. she talks about her love for the camp, when she started and how close she's become with every one of you, highlighting funny moments, sad ones and ones that she swears she'll never forget. heeseung follows, starting with “i can't believe this is my last summer...” and ending with the same words, head shaking.

jay stands next and you feel the way your heart flutters for no good reason. his hand rubs at the back of his neck, teeth tugging at his lower lip as he fought to put the right words together. he looked handsome, face lit by the fire, hair dyed blond after losing a dare to one of the campers on the first week. it suited him. “i hate public speaking,” jungwon leads the chorus of boos that follow his words, pulling a laugh from him which seems to ease the tension between his shoulders.

he continues on despite the thump in his chest, despite knowing you're sat less than a few feet away, watching him. “honestly, this place has been home for a long time. i started when i was seventeen?” he ignores the groans that come from the group, out of all the counselors, he's been there the longest and he never let them forget it. “get off the stage, unc!” jungwon shouts, hands cupped around his mouth.

jay's eyes drift from the lake, over to the music lodge sitting at the edge of the camp, back to the friends he's grown closer to every summer. and then to you and the way you smile at him has him losing his train of thought for a full three seconds. “seriously, though, i've spent almost every summer here and i thought that would make leaving harder but it isn't. of course, i'll miss the campers, you guys and obviously my music room, but...” his eyes are back on yours and everyone notices the way his gaze, “i think the reason it's kind of easy is because i know everything i love is being left in good hands,” exaggerated gasps are heard around the fire.

jay does his best to ignore them, eyes never breaking from yours. his gaze said everything he had been swallowing for the past few months, mixed with the regret of not having the courage to make a move sooner. stood in his own way each and every time. “yn, i'm so relieved to know you'll be the one replacing me. you're so good with the kiddos, you're smart, funny... patient and creative... way more organized that i've ever been. thank you for making leaving a little bit easier, i appreciate you,” an unmistakable blush has settled on his cheeks and he's moving to sit, “and you look pretty in all your dresses,” the words are jumbled together, alcohol giving him just enough courage to mumble what he had been thinking every morning you walked into the music lodge.

the silence lasts for less than a second before obnoxious cheers erupt through the group. “better late than never!” jaehyun whistles, while sunoo claps wildly beside him. apparently, he had mentioned it to everyone but you the way they were reacting like it was this long awaited thing. it was. you ignore the flutter in your chest long enough to thank him. you can't stop replaying the last three words of his speech: 'all your dresses'. all like every one of them? which meant he had noticed every one. and he thought every one was pretty.

and he waited until the night before he was leaving to say something about it. bittersweet wasn't even the word.

the rest of the evening passes in a blur. all of your crowded around the fire, reminiscing and sharing secrets. it has the expected warm feeling the end of summer would, but you can't seem to fully enjoy it with the way your eyes keep drifting to jay. as the hours tick on, the group starts to break apart around the beach. heeseung and martin had volunteered to get more drinks and jay had hopped up to help, since then the three of them had been seated at the table a few feet away. they're talking quietly but you don't miss the not so discreet way one of them would point in your direction.

viv and mia only make it worse, shoving and hitting your arm wildly when jay finally stands to head toward the coolers. “okay, okay. go now.” you hear one of them say, nearly shoving you off of your chair. and you don't miss the kissing noises they make as you're walking away.

the coolers sit near one of the set up of kayaks that jaehyun swore he'd get put away before sundown. it was ten pm. jay is already crouched beside one when you approach, pushing aside melting ice as he searched for another drink. “hi,” your heart is pounding so rough against your chest, it's all you can muster. you catch the way his hand stills, body stilling for just a second before he's shaking it off – pulling two wine coolers from the ice before standing to face you. he hands one over with the prettiest of smiles.

“hey.” he says through one of his nervous laughs you've gotten so familiar with.

“i liked your speech,” it's all you can think of saying because it's all you can think about. his gaze drops to the sand, a hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck. and for the first time all evening, all summer even – jay actually looks embarrassed. the past three months, you've been the one blushing, the one caught staring, you've been so sure you've been making a fool out of yourself with your loud crush. when it reality, he's been noticing you this entire time too. he was just so much better at hiding it.

his shoulders lift in a slight shrug, “i was just being honest.”

“honest? you were flirting with me,” you accuse playfully and that has his cheeks going pink. “oh my god,” he laughs and it's a real pretty one, it has a smile lifting on your lips almost immediately. his eyes find yours for a moment, but he's quickly finding something else to focus on. and then he's slowly coming back, allowing himself to actually look. his stare is so intense that it has you shifting, searching for something to say, anything to fill the silence. your lips part, but he's beating you to it. “i meant it. i really like you, yn. but...”

he's getting ready to reject you, you can just tell. jay didn't like loose ends and despite all the quiet glances, subtle flirting that you're now just realizing was flirting, he was still leaving in the morning. he was starting a whole new chapter of his life and there could be no maybes left behind. so he needed a clean break. you're interrupting him before he has the chance. “and you said i was pretty in all my dresses. you know, i knew you were staring every morning... you'd always act like you were look at your bon jovi poster,”

jay is letting out a low laugh, “it's a nice poster!” he defends. “but yeah, it was you.” it feels so weird to say out loud, he had been so careful all summer and admitting that he had been admiring you this whole time didn't feel like him. “you looked good in every one. extremely distracting by the way.” he's twisting the cap off of his drink as he speaks, taking a long sip from it.

and you realize why he's not holding back anymore, the semi permanent flush of his cheeks and glossy look in his eye. “every one?” you prompt with a grin, following his lead and taking a sip from your drink too.

he nods without a moment of hesitation, “all of them.” the confidence in his voice catches you off guard, because this was jay we were talking about. the same jay that spent three months carefully putting distance between you every time you got too close. who would find excuses to rush away whenever you'd start flirting with him. the same jay who'd look away whenever you caught him staring, spouting off nonsense facts about bon jovi instead of saying what he truly wanted to.

that jay was looking at you through hooded eyes, gaze dragging over the curves of your body. and a lazy smile stretches on his face that makes your stomach twist. he's nodding his head as if he's confirming a question he had asked himself. “yeah, all of them.” he says quietly. “the long blue one with the slit on the side,” your lips part slightly, the exact morning flashing in your mind. it was only the third day and he called you in early to do one final sweep before the campers were arriving later that day. you remember just throwing the dress on, annoyed that you were up before sunrise when everyone else was sleeping in.

“you remember that?” he's nodding before you're even done speaking. “yeah, you wouldn't stop giving me attitude all day.” he's laughing with a shake of his head. he's taking a step closer, turning so he's facing you fully and you feel your stomach twist. “the white one you wore to the talent show,” he continues, lip tucked between his teeth. he had stood on the other side of the room the entire show, barely speaking two words to you when it was over.

“and...” his head tilts slightly, eyes dragging over you in the way that makes it so painfully obvious that he's been forcing himself not to look at you all summer. he's grinning. “the short orange one you're wearing now,” you actually feel the way your brain short-circuits, eyes wide as your jaw drops. it's usually the other way around, you coming onto him and him ignoring you. so now that the roles were reversed, you have no idea what to do with yourself.

“okay, stop.” you're laughing, hand lifting to slap his shoulder. “what? i can't compliment you? you compliment me all the time.” you shake your head quickly, “tit's different when you do it. especially now.” you point out and jay goes quiet, because he knows you're right. it is different. everything is. summer was over, all the campers were gone, he was leaving tomorrow morning and everything just felt... heavier?

before either of you can say anything else, a scream cuts across the beach. both of you turn at the sound to find sunoo pealing his shirt from his body, sprinting toward the water. “LAST SWIM OF THE SUMMER!” he shouts as he runs. chaos breaks out within seconds, your friends abandoning their drinks and kicking off their shoes. shirts and shorts fly through the air as they reveal the swimsuits they'd been wearing all night.

the firelight flickers across the beach as everyone runs toward the lake. viv jumps on jaehyun's back, his hands clutching her thighs as he runs. jungwon, martin, sakai and lex have already started climbing up a nearby cliff. mia and heeseung are in search of a beach ball. it's so obvious that everyone was trying to drag out time, trying to cram in as many 'lasts' as they could before morning was rolling in and all of this was ending.

you're smiling, gaze shifting back to jay. and you find him already look at you, he smiles brightly before tapping his bottle against yours, tipping it back and swallowing the rest down. you do the same. his head tilts toward the lake once you're finished, brow lifted slightly. “race you,” he's running off before you can even register what he's said, bottle ditched somewhere in the sand and you're quick to follow behind him.

jay's laugh is loud and unrestrained as he runs into the water, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. you've never heard him laugh like that, ever and it's incredibly contagious. your dress joins the liter of clothing at the shoreline as you rush in. the lake is freezing and you're squealing the second it hits your legs. jay turns to face you, he's already fully submerged himself into the water and he's reaching a hand out to you.

“you gotta jump right in,” you've been saying that to him all summer. the irony is funny to you. still, you take hold of his hand and he's easily tugging you toward him. the two of you float there, treading water and staring at each other. it's like he was getting in all the looking he had missed out in the past months. “what?” you're laughing and he's shrugging his shoulder slightly. “just remembering...” you hate the way his words make you feel. you don't want to think about it being the last night, or all the time wasted. so you splash him instead, a hard wave that soaks his hair. jay's laughing, hand pushing his hair back out of his eyes to see that you've swam away and he's quick to swim after you.

you're swimming right through the middle of the impromptu game of water volleyball, jaehyun deciding you're apart of his team and sending jay to join heeseung's side. sunoo teases mia about winning now that they had you and she had jay, she rolls her eyes before roughly serving the ball. it hits jaehyun in the chest and viv shouts from the pier for you all to be careful with her man, brin laughing beside her.

across the lake, jungwon, martin, sakai and lex have made it to the top of the cliff. their voices echo as they argue about what actually counts as a flip. martin deciding to shut them all up by launching himself off of the rock, body flipping naturally in the air whooping loudly just before he's hitting the water with a loud splash and lex follows behind him, looking less graceful but gaining a supportive chant from the girls when she resurfaces.

the game of volleyball melts into a shouting match after the first three rounds, arguments about points that nobody had been even keeping track of in the first place, sunoo swearing that he didn't cheat and heeseung and jay going back and forth about something neither of them seem particularly passion about. the beach ball floats away forgotten by both teams.

eventually, you're paddling your way back toward the dock, pulling yourself up beside viv and brin. water drips from your legs as you stretch them out in front of you, back laying against the warm wood. viv immediately scoots closer, grin wide as her eyes drift to where jay and heeseung fight to pull each other under the water. “so,” you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “does he like you? does he want to kiss and get married and have five kids?” she's asking and you're barking out a laugh.

“yeah, right.” you roll your eyes. “we didn't say much, really. just that he liked me dresses.” you catch the way brin rolls her eyes, letting out a soft huff. “he's hopeless,” she sighs, but is quickly moving to change the subject, pointing across the lake as sakai shoves jungwon into the water before jumping off behind him. “can you believe she's going to be in charge next year?” brin had spent the past three months training sakai on how to run this place and come next year, she'd be the new head counselor.

viv is shaking her head, “wild. this is the same girl who faked pneumonia to get out of cooking duties, by the way.” you're snorting out a laugh. “i'm going to miss this,” the admission settles between all three of you. waking up and not have your friends right outside your door, no more staying up late to watch the stars. this place somehow became home without any of you noticing and in less than twelve hours it all would be over.

the dock shifts slightly, a large splash following and the sound of jaehyun's laughter. viv is rolling her eyes, kicking her foot out to him but instead of hitting him, he's catching it by the ankle. he's tugging her slightly, earning a swift kick with the other leg. he's laughing. “come here,” his thumb traces her ankle, hand slowly dragging up her calf. “i'm having a conversation,” viv says, gesturing between you and brin.

jaehyun is shrugging quickly. “you can have it in the water,” his fingers tighten around her leg, a sly grin spreading across his lips and anyone can guess what he's thinking. “jaehyun, don't.” he's looking up at her, mischief dancing through his eyes. “what? i'm just touching you. i love you. i can't touch you?” they're ignoring the gagging noises that come from beside them just like they always do.

“i can feel you–” she is not even able to finish her sentence before he's yanking his arm toward him, successfully pulling viv off of the dock and into the water. he catches her instantly, arms around her waist as her legs secure themselves around his waist. “say bye to your friends,” he says already swimming further into the water.

a few feet away, heeseung is waving both his arms in your direction. “are you two planning on sitting there all night?” he shouts with his hands now cupped around his mouth. “maybe!” you're shouting back and he's quickly shaking his head, waving you both over. “get in the water!” brin is quickly pointing at you, despite the fact her legs and hair were still dry. “she doesn't want to,”

“what!? you're still dry,” you point out. she's rolling her eyes, slipping in just as heeseung has started swimming over. you follow behind her. the group gathers together slowly, floating in the middle of the lake as conversations overlap. you're all drifting between each other, talking about plans for the next few weeks, sharing excitement for next year, worries. jungwon's group eventually get their fix of cliff diving and join the rest of you in the water. lex puling herself comfortably on sunoo's back, reaching forward to steal his drink. mia starts another argument this time with sakai about who slept in the most.

and somehow in the midst of all of this, you end up beside jay again, without even fully realizing it. at least that's what you tell yourself when your shoulder bumps against his. one moment, he's laughing at something heeseung says, the very next you're stealing his attention away, in your tiny yellow bikini that barely covers yours ass. he knows. he checked.

you're so close to him, but you're completely enthralled in conversations. laughing loudly and engaging freely. your legs brushes against his whenever a soft wave rolls through and each time neither of you move away or say anything about it. you don't realize that the two of you are floating away at first. you were listening to the others, jungwon's laugh carrying across the water as martin exposes him for never really being on duty.

their voices come and go with the ways, but slowly it seems like they're fading into the background. you shift onto your break, letting the water hold your weight as you stare up at the twinkling stars scattered across the sky. jay stays close to you, tanned skin glistening in the moonlight. his hair is wet and slicked back, dark eyes sparkling as he watches you.

“you stare a lot,” you're pointing out with a laugh.

he's quick to nod his head, not even bothering to deny it. his hands find their way underneath you, floating uselessly beneath your back as if he's holding you up – but not actually touching you. just looking for excuses to be close to you, to touch you. even if it was through the water. “you're so different tonight, i'm not used to this jay.” you're saying after a minute and jay's gaze is dragging up to your eyes.

“am i?” he's asking like it's not the most obvious thing. “yes. you're actually looking at me, complimenting me, not rushing away when i get too close. where was this all summer?” besides the time the two of you spent working together in the music lodge, there were very few times where you were alone. no matter how much you wanted to be. “i was trying really hard to be professional. i'm your mentor.”

“not anymore,” you're quick to point out and you notice the way his eyes drag down the line of your neck to to the swell of your breasts all the way down to the curve of your waist. his eyes catch the gold jewelry that dangles from your navel before he's snapping his eyes back up to yours. “not anymore,” he repeats with a nod. you feel the way the palm of his hand grazes your thigh as he floats closer to you.

you're sure the pounding in your chest can be heard by your friends on the other side of the lake. you try to appear as composed as possible. “so, what else have you been keeping to yourself?” jay's lips shift into a smirk, head tilting to the side slightly. of course you want to know what he's been thinking about you since he was first meeting you. and he's kept his cards so close to his chest up until now, it was only fair. “you want the whole list?”

your head tilts so your able to look at his face fully, eyes wide. “there's a list?”

“a long one,” he's nodding quickly. “like how cute i think you look biting your lip when you play the piano. the way i admired how easily you were able to bond with the kids in our class...” he's actually searching his mind for more things to tell you and you find that unbelievably adorable.

but still, something about all of this just doesn't sit right by you. “why'd you wait so long to say something?” he's letting out a soft sigh, stepping back slightly as his hand rubs at the back of his neck. “i'm leaving in the morning, yn. and i'm not coming back. i mean, i liked you from the start but it didn't seem smart to start something with you i knew i wasn't going to be around to finish.” it made sense. he wasn't coming back, this was his last summer before he went to start his life in new york or california or wherever life took him. this was his past now.

“and i knew you had a crush on me too, it just didn't seem fair.” he's explaining with a sigh and you're nodding, because he's right. you hated to admit it, but he was right. now you knew, though. and you still had the rest of the night. there was no sense in moping around about the fact that this would be the last time you'd see each other when you could be reveling in the time you still had.

you're shifting in the water so you're upright again. “you know, i really thought i was embarrassing myself all summer. turns out you were crushing on me just as bad,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him that has him smiling. “no, you were.” he's clarifying and you reach over to slap at his chest. “i was not! you kept a mental inventory of my dress collection,” you're pointing out.

“yeah, but i was subtle. you knocked over an entire box of guitar pics when i touched your hand,” the memory makes him smile, you were wearing a green halter dress than, hair pulled into a sleek bun. and you smelt like caramel. “okay, but-” you try to defend yourself, but he's interrupting you. “and let's not forget the time you spilled juice in your lap when i sat by you,” white dress with red and pink flowers all over it. it was ruined. rip.

you embarrassed yourself in front of him more times than you could count and there was denying that, so you don't try to. “you know what,” you're grumbling, hands pushing the water hard enough to send a large splash toward him. it hits him directly in the face, soaking his hair all over again. and you don't miss the dangerous smile on his lips as he reaches up to wipe the water from your eyes, you're already swimming away before he's opening them.

“oh, you're done.” you hear from behind you and you make the mistake of looking back, catching the way he dips under the water. he's scarily fast. you're letting out a squeal as you rush away from him. he's laughing at how easily he's able to close the distance between the two of you. and you hate this version of him. no, actually that was a lie – you hate how much you like this version of him.

this is the jay everyone else around you apparently knew about it. the one that wasn't watching every word or always stepping back. he was no longer trying so hard to keep up with this stiff image of himself, he was just being. and you hate that it took until the very last day for you to finally experience him this way. you're laughing so hard you can barely defend yourself, screaming when jay is finally catching you. “jay!” you shout as he's easily lifting you over his shoulder and tossing you behind his back into the water.

you're resurfacing quickly, jumping onto his back without a bit of hesitation. jay stumbles forward, laughing as you wrap your around his shoulders trying with all your might to get him under the water. “i'm going to fucking drown you,” the threat comes between laughs, ruined by the fact that you're barely even able to move him. “you?” he says amused, a large hand lifting to wrap around the arm you've got around his neck. “are we sure about that?” the confidence in his voice should've been your warning, but you barely have time to question it before he's shaking you off and right back into the lake.

you're bobbing to the surface with a gasp, shoving wet hair from your face as your eyes find jay standing across from you. he's bent over laughing so hard he's basically wheezing, eyes shut as he clutches his stomach and you're taking the chance. you're jumping on him before he can react, sending both of your bodies under the water. you're quick with swimming to the surface, coughing and laughing as jay wipes water from his eyes. “get over here,” his laugh follows his words, and you're instantly swimming away.

you hear the water shifting behind you. way too fast. and you're swimming straight for the rocks, planning on getting out of the water entirely and getting away from him on foot, but you're barely able to touch them when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. he's pulling you toward him swiftly, your spine colliding with his solid chest – hands braced on the rocks in front of you. you were literally trapped between a rock and a hard place. “i warned you,” his voice is right beside your ear and you're suddenly becoming painfully aware of how close you were.

you can feel the way his breathing has changed against your back, hands dropped down to your hips as he holds your body against his. his grip tightens for half a second as another wave rolls between you. you feel him shift behind you, pulling you close and you're gasping when you realize what he's doing. your ass is pressed right against his crotch, his stiffness pressing against your ass. his head tilts slightly, a hand lifting to push your hair off of one shoulder. “done running from me?” he mumbles but you can't even form a proper sentence right now.

you're nodding, breathless, pulse is racing and slowly you're turning around in his arms, hands landing on his shoulders. he looks like he's ready to devour you. hair dripping into his eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes slowly drinking you in. and for once, he's not looking away when your eyes meet. instead, he's moving in closer. your bodies shift until your back is pressed against the rolls and there is no where else for you go besides into him.

his hand lifts from your body, finger latching onto the front strap of your bikini – right between your breasts. he grins at the sound of your breath hitching, the soft gasp you let out when he's tugging you toward him. the water ripples, your chest hits his and he's backing you back against the rock before his leaning down. you can almost hear his resolve snap before his mouth finds yours and you're immediately melting into it.

overhead, jungwon is launching himself off of the cliff after successfully convincing his group to climb back up. his body rotates easily through the air, the best backflip that he's all summer and he can hear the cheer of his friends as they look up at him. and then he's catching movement, seconds before he's about to hit the water. it's you and jay, further from the rest of the group still. standing a bit too close.

he's eyes are widening when jay is lifting his hand, finger hooking into your bikini top and tugging before he's tugging you toward him. “no way,” the words leave his lips just as he's hitting the water, the splash that follows is huge but he can't even reveal in that as he fights to the surface. he swims to the edge of the lake, pulling himself out of the water as he shoves his wet hair from his face. eyes finding the two of you again, still very much kissing. and when he reaches the top of the cliff again, you're in the same spot.

martin is still standing near the edge of the cliff, sakai trying to convince him to belly flop. lex spots jungwon first, brow furrowing. “you said last jump, why you back?” he nearly slips as he rushes toward the edge of the cliff, pointing aggressively down at the water. “look.” martin follows the direction of his finger, sakai tilting her head to the side as she squints and lex crouches down slightly.

“oh my god.”

jay's groaning against your mouth and the sound shoots straight through you. his mouth moves over your swiftly, tongue pushing it's way past your lips. your brain is reeling, completely drowning in the taste of him. everything in the background just ceased to exist, you were no longer worried about tomorrow, or next summer or even your friends that were right behind you. all you could think, breathe, feel was jay.

your mouth tastes like the blueberry wine coolers you've been drinking, you smell like caramel the way you always do, and the way you feel against him is enough to drive just about anyone insane. your arms are around his neck, chest pressed to his and head tilted as your tongue is rolling into his mouth. he doesn't miss the soft whine you're letting out, the sound muffled by his mouth but his dick responds anyway. pressing firmly against you, you're shifting closer.

jaehyun sits on the dock, hands spread out beside him with viv perched between his legs. she's droning on about her new campus and her new roommate that she was so excited to meet. he's half listening, but his attention seems to drift across the water. a habit he's picked up throughout the summer, sort of like canvasing. checking where everyone had ended up, what you're all doing.

brin is floating in the water by heeseung, talking about their first summer here... six years ago. she had these atrocious bangs and braces, he still hadn't even grown into his nose. it was crazy how to two of them grew up. mia and sunoo sit at the edge of the water, legs kicking in front of them as sunoo gushes about finally being reunited with his boyfriend back home.

jungwon, martin, lex and sakai are still on that damn cliff, but instead of doing flips like they had been all night, they're crouched down staring below them. jaehyun follows their gaze and he's nearly falls over when he's seeing what they see. “oh, no way.”

“baby, i'm telling you a story.” viv says from between his legs, turning to look at her man who was clearly no longer paying attention. his hand reaches for her jaw, turning her head in the direction of you and jay. she's gasping, moving quickly like the queen of gossip he knew she was. she's waving her arms dramatically trying to catch mia's attention and it takes less than a few seconds before she's looking over.

'what?' she mouths and viv is pointing in your direction. her eyes land on the two of you instantly and she's grabbing sunoo's arm, pointing across the lake. sunoo is letting out a loud gasp, leaning forward like he's about to charge right over to you. mia is holding him back just in case. “heeseung,” jaehyun is whisper-shouting, catching the older boy's attention pretty quickly.

'look at jay.' he mouths and heeseung's brows are furrowing before both him and brin are turning around. the grin that spreads on his face can only be described as proud. finally. after three months of pining, finally. he has to hold back from applauding his friend.

jay moves like he's been starving for this. hands dropping to your thighs and squeezing roughly until you're taking the initiative and climbing onto him, legs wrapping easily around his waist. he's sucking your lip into his mouth, teeth grazing it as he presses his hips forward, effectively pinning you against the rocks. your hands have made their way into his damp hair, tangled in the strands.

neither of you have any idea that all of your friends bought front row tickets to your first kiss and it's evident in the way jay is shifting his hips forward, half hard cock pressing against him and you're pressing down just as hard. he's humming out a moan and you feel it throughout your body, heat pooling between your legs. his fingers spread against your skin, slowly sliding up your thighs.

you're pulling back just enough to catch your breath, a soft laugh falling from your lips at the dazed look in his eyes. cheeks flushed pink beneath the moonlight, lips swollen from the kiss, chest rising and falling unevenly. droplets of water fall from the hair that covers his forehead. he doesn't say anything, just stands there taking you in. the sight alone has another giggle falling from you lips and that has his gaze dropping to your lips. he's leaning in again before he can think twice about it.

“let her breathe, let her breathe!” sunoo's voice echoes across the lake and you feel jay's body go rigid against you. his eyes squeeze shut as if he's suddenly remembering where he is and the fact that it wasn't just the two of you out there. “that's it! get your man!” mia is whooping, lifting her drink the air as she cheers for you. your shoulders shake, a horrified laugh escaping you as your forehead falls onto jay's shoulder. the sound is quickly swallowed by the shouts that come from your friends.

jay is letting out a low breath through his nose. his head lifting toward the sky for a second with a shake of his head. and when he's looking back down at you, this is the first time you've ever seen him have his composure rocked. usually so calm and careful, but here he looked almost boyish? obviously blushing as the teasing from your friends filled the air. his hands stayed resting on your thighs the entire time, holding your body close to his as jungwon shouts about having seeing it happen first.

“this is so beautiful!” sakai shouts from the top of the cliff, leaning on martin as tears well in her eyes. clearly more emotional about leaving camp than she let on. martin wraps an arm around her waist before leaning forward where jay is able to see him. “look what y'all did! you made kai-baby cry.” he points down at the girl in his arms who also cried after seeing all the beds made this morning.

“kiss again!” jaehyun is shouting from the dock, earning a supportive whistle from viv. the group erupts at the suggestion, childishly chanting 'kiss' as jay stands there mortified. and you think it's hilarious, he looks so cute embarrassed, trying to hide the fact that his heart wasn't pounding and despite how badly he wanted to kiss you, he was all of a sudden feeling shy.

“come on, the first one didn't count!” brin is shouting through the chants. “how would that not count!?” jay shoots back, finally turning back to look at your friends. his reaction only fueling their chants and you can practically feel the heat coming off of him now. they're all a perfect orchestra. heeseung leads the chants, hands cupped around his mouth as cheers for another kiss. lex is leaning over the edge of the rock, sending exaggerated kissy faces your way. and brin is holding her hands up, making them kiss as her lips pucker.

and despite how desperate jay looks to escape their attention, you're addicted to peer pressure. a laugh slips past your lips as your hand is reaching down, fingers pressing against his jaw gently – just enough to turn his head back toward you. the shouting gets louder instantly. you're leaning down against instantly, mouth slotted against his and he's letting out an involuntarily groan at the feeling. the cheers that follow are obnoxiously deafening and it has your laughs dying against jay's lips.

the cold of the lake slowly becomes unbearable and one by one, you all begin making your way back toward the shore. the like that had been full of shouting and splashing just minutes ago is now quiet behind you, water still. wet footprints trail through the sand, towels stolen and half finished drinks recovered from where they had been abandoned hours ago.

you're settling in front of the fire with jay who swiftly positions himself behind you. the fire crackles in front of you, casting a warm light across the campgrounds. hair and body still wet, but you're settling further into jay's chest until going to find a towel. he doesn't seem to care much either, arm looping around your waist as he holds you close to him.

neither of you seem particularly interested in talking about what just happened, instead you just smile way too wide each time your eyes meet. you can hear brin from across the grounds, hair wrapped in a towel and a large hoodie covering her frame. she's rubbing at her stomach as she speaks. “i'm starving!” heeseung snorts as he walks past, his wet swim trunks in hand a pair of dry short hanging loose on his hips. he's digging through the coolers, without even looking up.

“we still have a bunch of meat left. should we kill it?” he suggests and brin's body immediately perks up. “say swear,” she says, taking quick steps to where he stands. he's letting out a soft laugh, pulling two unopened packets of pork belly from the ice with one hand, three packets of brisket in the other. “swear,” brin is squealing, reaching up to take the packets in hand. “see? this is why you're my favorite.” she says, leading the way toward the grill.

heeseung is rolling his eyes, but following closely behind. “yesterday you said lex was your favorite,” he points out and brin is nodding happily. her hand extends so she's able to boop the tip of heeseung's nose, he's scrunching it immediately. “today it's you.”

you spot sunoo walking toward the fire a few seconds later carrying four drinks, two in each hand. “good news,” he announces in a sing-song tone, lifting the bottles toward his face. “i found a full box,” viv and jaehyun trail behind him, stealing one of the bottles before settling on one of the lawn chairs. sunoo hands you a bottle, before passing the next one to jay and plopping down by the fire. “this is starting to feel final,” you say with a pout and you feel the way jay stiffens behind you.

“we live close! we should plan something, yn.” viv reaches her hands out to you and you're agreeing instantly. you two were only a forty-five minute drive apart, it wouldn't be hard to make plans together before next summer, it was just harder when you weren't just a few doors away. rather than across the country.

lex, mia and jungwon take responsibility for the mess they spent most of the night helping create. jungwon is already collecting empty bottles to recycle, lex is carrying a trash bag that's somehow bigger than she is, while mia complains but about everyone being pigs while she cleans up the leftover food. she's mainly yelling at martin who's pretending he can't hear her from where he still sits at the lake with sakai beside him.

they're sat near the edge of the water in the sand, sakai is wrapped in a large blanket and martin has his head resting on her shoulder, fighting the sleep that's creeping up on him. sunoo is rummaging through his bag for something, his bottle pressed between his knees as he looks. “oh wait!” he's exclaiming loud enough that it catches the attention of the people sitting closest to him.

“what?” jungwon is asking, head peeking up from the trash bag he had been separating.

sunoo is pulling a small stack of envelopes from his bag, holding them up with a wide grin. “we forgot these!” he's standing before anybody call say anything else, shuffling through the envelopes and making his way around the camp to hand them out. they're goodbye letters. you know, because you written eleven of your own. everyone had to, it was camp tradition according to brin.

but as sunoo makes his way through the group, the energy changes, you can feel it. the distribution was like a blaring indicator that it was over. eventually, you'd all have to go to sleep and face tomorrow. the fire was going to die down, heeseung was going to run out of food to make, at some point you'll run out of memories to share, stories to tell. it had to end. and you all had to say goodbye.

“i'm going to miss how you always steal my hoodies, even though you have a man.” sunoo says dramatically to viv while handing her the letter he wrote, he's shooting jaehyun a pointed look at the mention of him and then shuffling to find the letter for him. viv is taking hers with a laugh, tucking it safely beneath her leg. “and i'm going to miss pretending not to notice when you and viv disappear,” jaehyun takes his letter with a roll of his eyes, drink still pressed to his lips.

“you never pretended.” he points out and sunoo is nodding with a laugh. “because you guys are gross,” he sings before turning to continue his rounds.

by the time sunoo is dropping back down beside the fire, you've noticed a handful of your friends disappearing into their cabins and coming back with their own letters. but none of you talk about it, none of you make an announcement to pass them out, it sort of just happens.

the grill sizzles, brin stealing a piece of meat before it's finished cooking and heeseung is meeting her with an individual plate with the letter he wrote her tucked underneath it. she doesn't make a big deal out of it, takes the plate and the letter before plopping down at the picnic table to eat. jungwon complains about people not separating recyclables correctly, pulling glass bottles from the trash bag that should only be filled with food. martin is standing above him, note extended in front of his face.

“if that's another bottle, martin, i'm going to drown you in the lake. and then myself,” jungwon grumbles as he looks up, eyes finding the crisp envelope inches from his nose. he takes it quickly, tucking it into his pocket then goes right back to complaining. martin walks up, making his way back to where he had been sitting with sakai before, only now she's standing.

the blanket he had lent to her folded neatly a sad look on her face as she hands it over, the note she wrote for him resting on top. “i'm going to miss you so much,” she says through a sob and martin is chuckling softly, plucking the note from the top before grabbing the blanket. unlike everyone else, he's tearing into his note immediately despite sakai's protests. his eyes move quickly across the paper before they're slowing, taking in every written word and the meaning behind them.

sakai notices the shift, she recognizes it. “martin?” her head tilts up to get a better look at his face but he's quickly looking away, folding the note and tucking it back into it's envelope. “i'm fine,” he rushes out, wiping at his eyes with his knuckle. “let's go help clean up,”

a note seems to fall from the sky as jungwon passes, hitting your knee and landing on jay's lap. “read it away from me,” he mumbles before disappearing with his trash bag. jay is picking it up with a small smile. leave it to jungwon to literally run from any type of emotional exchange. “let me go put this away,” jay says, nudging at you leg gently and you're standing to allow him to slip from behind you and disappear into his cabin. you take the chance to slip away as well, grabbing the stack of letters you had spent the past week writing from underneath your pillow.

jay catches heeseung on his way to the bathroom, “hyung, wait.” heeseung's turning to the sound of jay's voice, eyes instantly landing on the thick envelope in his hand. “what is that like ten pages?” he asks with a laugh, reaching his hand out to take it. “it's only like seven,” he defends and heeseung is shaking his hand, tearing into the letter before jay can say anything of it.

“you know i have to read it out loud,” he says through a chuckle. jay is rolling his eyes, both hands pushing his hair back on his head as he feels his cheeks darkening. “you're so embarrassing,” he says with a shake of his head, but he doesn't fight it. heeseung would just find him and read it out loud later, he did it every summer for the past six years.

he's straightening his back and clearing his throat before bringing the note up to eye level, reading it like it's a scroll. “hyung. i tried keeping this short...” he lowers the letter to shoot a deadpan expression toward the younger boy. “seven pages?” he teases and jay is waving him off with a roll of his eyes. “just hurry up and read it,” much to his surprise, heeseung continues reading. “thank you for spending the past years putting up with me. though, i've been here longer than you... i never truly had someone to look up to until you arrived. we're the oldest, so everyone looks up to us. but i'm thankful i have you to look up to too.” jay doesn't miss the way the playfulness leaves heeseung's tone. realization that this was the last letter finally hitting him.

“i don't know if anybody else realizes how much this place has your fingerprints on it. you came up with most of the things we know call tradition, you've helped me write more songs than i can count. i even heard martin repeat one of your inside jokes his first week here... half the things the campers think have always existed started because of you, you're the blueprint.” heeseung pauses to grin because he had been screaming that for the past four years and finally he was getting the recognition for it.

the letter continues on like that, highlighting the memories they made together in the past six years, how close they've become. jay's plans for the future and how he promises to keep in touch, though, no one ever really did. but heeseung can tell that he meant it. the only difference is, heeseung was leaving too. not for the summer, forever. they both were on different paths of their lives now and seeing each other every summer was going to be a thing of the past.

he doesn't ruin the moment by pointing that out, though.

“you've been apart of almost every version of my adult life and it's going to be so hard imagining moving into my next phase without you standing ten feet away making an unnecessary comment. i don't really know how to end this, because i feel there shouldn't be an end to us. to our friendship. so i'll just say, thank you for being my friend and i'll see you soon.” heeseung looks up at jay to find him trying to look anywhere else, he's shaking his head laughing softly while flipping the pages over in his hands.

there's a few sentences scribbled on the back of the last one. “oh! there's more,” sarcasm drips from his words and jay's letting out a laugh. “i had a lot to say, shut up.” heeseung continues reading. “ps. stop giving relationship advice. even if you're right 99% of the time, stop it. your 'i told you so' face is so annoying. but, you were right again... i regret not telling yn how i feel. and i regret not kissing her when i had the chance,”

heeseung is looking up with a knowing smirk on his face, brow arched and jay is shoving at his shoulder. “that face! you're so irritating,” he says through a laugh while heeseung is carefully folding the note back up. “you kissed her, though. what changed your mind?” judging from the end of his note, it's clear that jay had no intention to actually make a move with you. but he saw the way jay kissed you in the water and how he's been all over you all night. this jay was very different from letter jay.

jay is clapping his hand on heeseung's shoulder with a shake of his head, “those fucking dresses, man.”

the night officially starts to settle around you. letters distributed and tucked away safely. the fire that had been roaring all evening has started to die down, only crackling whenever a piece of wood breaks. the loud shouts of your friends have dwindled into soft murmurs heard throughout the grounds. each one of you losing the battle against sleep, it was impossible to keep fighting it.

the food is gone, the coolers are empty. jungwon has organized every single piece of trash he could get his hands on. there was nothing left to do, there was nothing left to say. sakai and sunoo disappear first, walking into the bathroom with arms linked to do their skincare routine together for the last time of the summer. brin is a few steps behind them, yawning loudly and rubbing at her eye with the heel of her palm.

viv is curled up in jaehyun's lap, his hoodie working as a blanket as her head rests beneath his chin. every few minutes, she'll mumble something into his chest and he'll reach down to smooth a hand over her hair. jaehyun is still wide awake, talking quietly with jay from across the fire. you still sit comfortably in jay's lap but you're zoned out staring at the burning embers of the fire.

jungwon, martin and heeseung have migrated into their cabin, changed into their pajamas and laying on their beds. they talk softly, finding random things to say as they fight off the inevitable sleep. their voices drift through the open window every so often before dissolving back into sleepy laughter. across the lake, lex and mia have claimed the hammock and have been laying there with the past twenty minutes. neither of them have managed to finish a complete sentence, settling for quiet sighs and toying with each other's fingers.

jay feels you shiver against him for the fourth time and it has him realizing rubbing his hands over your arms was useless in warming you up. “you cold?” he asks, head tilting to the side so he can look at you. you're tired but you're fighting it, long curls pulled in a bun at the top of your head and pretty orange dress doing nothing against the cool night air. you're turning to look at him, head bobbing in a nod.

“i have a sweater in the car, should we...” he says it because he wants to spend more time together, that part is obvious. he could've very much you suggest you go to bed, put on warm sweats of your own and call it a night. but in reality, he wasn't ready for his night with you to end and neither were you, which is why you're standing to follow him.

the walk to his jeep isn't long, he parked close to the entrance out of his need for efficiency. he was set to leave early tomorrow morning, had spent the better half of the day loading up his car. it only made sense that it would be parked a few feet away. his arm settles over your shoulders as you walk, a comfortable silence falling over you and you're finally finding the courage to ask him what you've been wondering for the past hour and a half.

“did you forget to write me a letter?” you try to keep your tone playful, masking the echoing doubts in your mind. everyone had a letter, each passed out one by one and you watched jay hand out a letter to each one of your friends. yet, the one that he should've written for you never came. you don't miss the smile that breaks onto his features, a soft laugh falling from his lips as he shakes his head. “no, god no. i just couldn't stop rewriting it,” that peaks your interest. because, yes there must've been unspoken feelings when he sat down to write it, but actually rewriting it felt different.

it took you a good three hours to decide what you were going to say to him. everything you decided just felt too elementary, but even still you only wrote one draft. and that was the one tucked away somewhere in his cabin. “you did? how many did you write?” you're reaching his car just as the question leaves the lips and he shrugs, pulling the car door open before leaning in.

“nine.” he says it so casually, half his body in his car, your eyes are widening anyway. “nine!? you wrote me nine letters!? jay...” he's standing with a black sweater clutched in his hands. it's one you recognize right away, he's worn it enough for you to. just a simple black hoodie with 'miami' written in bold red letters, the word cut off by the deep-v cut into the neckline. he's easily pulling it over your head, guiding your arms into it.

it's such a simple gesture but it's so jay that your heart flutters. hand reaching down to find the side of his neck as he straightens the hem of his sweater against your thighs. you're gently pulling him toward you, to plant a soft kiss to his lips which he returns instantly, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “nine letters?” you're saying again as he pulls away and his face breaks into a soft smile.

“relax, you're only getting one.” he's reaching back into his car, rummaging through a bag before pulling out the folded piece of paper. number nine. the final draft of his goodbye letter to you, but it felt outdated now for some reason. still, he's handing it over to you with a sad smile. “read it later,” he feels the need to clarify, traumatized by heeseung's traditional presentation.

you're tucking the letter safely into the pocket of his hoodie and silence falls between the two of you. it's a charged silence that holds the words that neither of you are willing to say. instead his eyes stay trained on you as your eyes drift into the back of his jeep. slowly, you're stepping forward to get a better look. and the sight makes your chest tighten. boxes stacked neatly on top of one another, duffel bags shoved into every available corner of his trunk. his guitar. his backup guitar. binders upon binders of sheet music. seven years packed into the back of a car. your breath catches in your throat as you're eyes shift to look back at him, body leaning against the frame of the open car door.

“so... this is really it, huh?” jay follows your gaze, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he nods. “yeah, i guess so,” you feel the way your heart drops, which is stupid, because you had known he was leaving. for the past three months it's all he could talk about. grad school, apartment hunting, moving dates. the weather in his new city, he was never not talking about leaving. but somehow seeing it packed into the back of the car hit differently. it felt real. “it's like you fit your whole cabin into your car, looks weird...”

jay lets out a quiet laugh through his nose, hand lifting to rest just above your head against the car. “tell me about it. my cabin looks weirder, all empty.” your eyes drift back to the boxes, trying hard not to picture how his cabin would look empty. you poked your head in too many times to see if he was around to now think of the reality of him never being around again.

“you did this all day?” you say it just to make conversation, because you have nothing else to say that didn't feel totally depressing. and jay seems to catch on, because he is playing along. he nods simply, lips pulling into his mouth as his eyes drift back to you. “yeah, some of it yesterday.”

“you cried, huh?” you tease and that manages to pull another pretty laugh for him, “i absolutely did not,” he defends halfheartedly, but you're not buying it. “oh, now i know you cried. you're such a liar,” your eyes narrow up at him and that has him laughing even harder and for a second it almost feels normal again. but then your eyes are drifting back, catching sight of his guitar case again.

you're changing the subject quickly. “you know...” your voice trails off, forcing a smile on your lips. “i thought you hated me for like the first two weeks.” jay's head snaps toward you so fast it makes you laugh, his brows raised high toward his hairline. “are you serious?” he says through a laugh, your hand slaps against his chest. “yes! did you forget about how you'd avoid me? and ignore me, even if i was talking directly to you.”

he's laughing, eventually nodding along. because it was true. the first few weeks he couldn't even be around you without his brain short-circuiting and when he'd try to say something, anything – he found himself getting tongue tied more often than not. but still, “you were impossible to ignore. but, yes. i did try.” he had it in his head if he just didn't talk to you, then his feelings wouldn't grow. he was so wrong.

“you'd walk into a room and all of a sudden everyone's attention would be on you. including mine.” his eyes drop to his hoodie and how it swallows your frame, covering up one of your many pretty dresses. then slowly back up to your face, you're staring up at him with the same heart eyed expression you've been giving him all summer. “you flirted with me constantly too, even when i tried not to look your way,” you're laughing, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

“i had a feeling it would end up being effective,” you grin and he's smiling, hand lifting to rest on the small of your back. “trust me, it was. it was all i could talk about with heeseung,” but never to you. he never gave away to the slightest bit of interest and that drove you insane every single day. it almost bothered you more that he waited until the last day to finally say something. he could've just left you clueless, able to move on and say that you tried. because you did try, so hard.

and for some reason him waiting until there was no time left to meet you halfway just didn't feel fair. the pout is forming on your lips before you can fight it, hand resting on his cheek. “i wouldn't change a second of this summer, truly. i loved meeting everyone and spending my days with you.” it's hard to ignore the sadness in your eyes, the obvious way you're fighting back tears as you speak. “but, fuck, jay... i wish we had more time,”

he knows exactly what you mean without you having to say it. you spent all summer wanting him, loudly. but every time he caught himself wanting you back, he'd find a reason to keep his distance. to walk away, to play it safe. he'd find a reason not too look too long, not too linger in conversations with you. especially if they were about your shared love for music.

he was so strategic in the way he interacted with you, careful not to let himself enjoy the way your fit lit up whenever you spotted him hanging out in his cabin. he had spent months convincing himself that this was the right way, that he was doing the right thing. the smart thing. that all of this would be easier if he kept his distance, and maybe that would've been true if tonight never happened.

because standing here now, knowing exactly what it feels like to kiss you, makes what should've been an easy goodbye feel impossible. “well,” he's saying with a soft smile, arm lifting so his wrist is in view. and you follow his gaze to the watch on his wrist. “it's only... 2:49AM. there's still five hours and eleven minutes until it's over.” he says with a proud smile, probably at his mental math and that has you laughing softly. “what should we do with that time?” his finger taps at his chin and you're tilting your head to the side.

without missing a beat, you're leaning up to press your lips against his. he's kissing back instantly. his hands fall down to grasp your hips, easily pulling your body against his. your worries about tomorrow seem to melt away as soon as his lips are on yours, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as you hold him to you. jay kisses you with a rushed, starved almost desperate need and it makes it difficult for you to focus on anything but him.

his tongue is pushing past your lips easily, brushing against yours before he's changing his mind and catching your lower lip between his teeth instead. you're gasping, the sound pulling a soft chuckle from his mouth. it dies on your tongue. “you're so perfect,” he sighs, hand resting against the side of your face as he leans back enough to look at you. he's easily tilting your head to the side with his hand, revealing more of your neck to him.

his head is dropping to the side, soft lips finding your skin. salty from the lake but he sucks kisses against the length of it. “jay,” you're gasping, hand reaching out to clutch the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him close. and his arm tightens around your waist, holding you tight against him as his lips roam your skin. he's focusing his lips just above your collarbone, sucking the skin into his mouth and it has your head lulling back. his body shifts, hands tracing the curves of your body before he's carefully lifting you into the backseat.

it's cramped between all his bags and boxes, and the idea of his new life. but he's climbing in behind you, letting the door slam behind him. closing the two of you in to your own private space and you're on him instantly. his back hits the door from the force of your lips, a soft laugh falling from both of your lips. you kiss him desperately, every push of your lips screaming finally and all he can do is try to keep up. he groans as your hands sneak underneath the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging over his stomach.

your tongue pushes and twists against his, his hands shoving his hoodie and your dress out of the way. his fingers spread over the skin of your ass, squeezing gently and the moan you let out has his dick jumping. jay is easily pulling you further onto him with the grip he has on your ass. it's so uncomfortable, you've got your legs on either side of his waist, he's hanging half way off of the seat, back pressed against the door. all of the crap from his cabin surround your bodies, making it that much more difficult to move. yet, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

not when you were hovering over him like this, panting into his mouth while pushing your ass back into the palms of his hands. “oh, fuck.” he's sighing when your lips trail down the length of his jaw, you follow the same pattern as he had before. sucking kisses into is skin, before grazing your teeth over it. focusing on a particular sensitive bit while your hips grind down onto his. a low, untamed growl catches in his throat as he feels the way your body moves against his.

the thin material of your bikini bottoms doing very little to mask the wet heat dripping from between your legs and onto his shorts. his head dips down to find your lips, mouth covering yours quickly and he wastes no time with licking into your mouth. jay's easily pulling you into a deep, needy, almost frantic rhythm that has your head spinning. you're moaning, hips pressing roughly against his. the length of his cock presses delicious against your clothed clit and your hips roll toward his, body shuddering as pleasure spreads throughout your core.

“oh my god,” you're whining into his mouth, hips moving frantically against his. he does his best to lift his hips to meet yours, fingers digging in to the flesh of your ass as heat rises up his neck. “you feel so... holy shit,” he's grunting, head falling back to rest against the door as you basically bounce on his lap. through hooded eyes, he watches the way your body moves against his. the needy roll of your hips paired with the look on your face just makes him harder.

you've got your lip tucked between your teeth, head dipped back as your hands travel up your torso. they find your breasts almost instantly and he watches as you squeeze and toy with them through fabric. he finds it hot how you refused to take off his sweater despite how much you probably want to. your hips move swiftly, pretty moans filling the cramped car as his hard length drags between your folds.

his hips lift to meet each one of your movements, using the grip on your body to press you down harder against him. every last bit of restraint has snap, he's no longer able to hold himself back. chest rising and falling in untimed breaths as a flush creeps onto his cheeks. he tries and fails to hold his whimpers back, but the way you're moving just feels too good. or he's just too sensitive, either way the pressure builds at the pit of his stomach and it's impossible to ignore.

and to make matters worse, jay can tell you're close too just from the unfocused timing of your hips and the helpless whines you're letting out. “jay,” you're gasping, fist clutching the fabric of his shirt as he watches the way your eyes roll back, your thighs squeezing together the best you can with his body between them. and he's quickly deciding he'd rather feel you cum, rather than see it.

“wait, baby... wait.” jay is shifting up, hands moving down to your thighs, stilling your movements. and he finds the pout that takes over your features especially cute, he's pressing a soft kiss to it without thinking. “i want to feel you,” he says simply. he's carefully leaning you back, your body resting against the boxes behind you as he moves to hover above you now.

his fingers sneak underneath the hem of your dress, latching onto the strings of your bottoms as his eyes drag up to look at you. you're shooting a nervous smile in his direction that has his heart softening. “is this okay?” he's asking softly, slowly tugging at the strings. you're nodding quickly, “please, jay.” you're breathing out, hips lifting off of the car seat to make it easier for him.

jay's letting out a soft chuckle before dragging your bottoms down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. his eyes drop down to catch the way your folds glisten, large hands pushing the hoodie and your dress up toward your belly button. “fuck,” he sighs with a shake of his head and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, feeling unbelievably vulnerable under his lustful gaze. he's leaning forward, nose dragging along the length of your neck before his tongue pushes out to drag against your skin.

his hand slides expertly between your legs as his mouth moves to suck a hickey into your skin. your legs spread almost instinctively, moaning as his fingers trace between your folds. “you're so fucking wet,” he's groaning, fingers pushing slowly past your entrance. the warmth of your pussy surrounds his fingers as he slides in all the way to the knuckle. your hips lift to meet his hand and he's grinning down at you. “does it feel good? having my fingers stretch you out?” he asks softly as he curls his fingers inside you.

your walls clamp down around them, head bobbing in a nod. “yes... f-fuck, jay. it feels so good,” you're admitting. jay's fingers thrust deep inside of you, thumb pressing against your clit before he's rubbing slow cirlces against it. it's not long before he's falling into a steady rhythm, free hand lifting to hold your hips still as his fingers fuck into you. you're whining softly, legs spreading wide for him. “jay...” you're pleading, yet you have no idea what you're asking for.

his eyes lift to find yours, head tilting to the side slightly. “what, baby?” he grins, speeding up the movement of his hand and easily pulling a loud gasp from your lips. the sound of his chuckle follows, his eyes dropping back to your pussy. you're basically dripping around his fingers walls pulsing with each thrust. “i need... more, jay please.” your words break on a desperate cry, his fingers scissoring inside of you as his thumb presses harder against your clit.

“whatever you want,” he says, but the truth was he couldn't wait much longer either. not with this insistent throb between his legs, and the way you were looking up at him, so needy and ready. he had waited long enough for a moment like this with you, he was done waiting. jay pulls his hand away slowly, hands flying to push his shorts out of the way. his wet hand wrapping around his thick length and you watch as he strokes himself slowly, coating his shaft with your arousal.

the sight makes your mouth water. he stays knelt there for a few moments, just rubbing his hand over himself and watching you and the intensity in his stare makes your body hot. “spread your legs for me,” he's saying after a minute and you're separating your knees without a word, pussy clenching at the groan he lets out. “jay. fuck me, please.” you're whining, hand dropping down the length of your body to spread your folds for him, showing him just how badly you needed him.

he's leaning forward quickly, mouth covering yours in a needy kiss as the bulbous head of his cock bumps against your fingers. he takes his time with lining himself up with your tight hole, pushing his hips forward slowly until he's feeling you stretch around him. you have to remind yourself to relax as he pushes forward, breathing through the pain that comes with each inch of him. your fingers clutch his hair the moment that he's bottoming out and he feels the way your body stiffens.

“relax, baby. take your time.” he soothes, hand stroking your hair gently as he watches you adjust. he leans down to press soft kisses against your skin. switching between sucking hickeys into your neck and twisting his tongue with yours. he waits patiently for you to loosen up for him, but the moment he feels you shifting, he's taking that as his go and thrusting his hips forward. “fuck!” you shout, back arching as much as it can and he's pinning you back down with his hips.

slowly, he's pulling his hips back, allowing you to feel every rigid inch of his cock. “you're squeezing me so tight,” he says before he's quickly slamming back in. your body jerks, hips lift, whines falling from your lips as he falls into a steady pace. your hands are on his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin. jay fucks into you slowly and incredibly deep. his grip is tight on your waist, dragging your body down onto him with each thrust. his face remains buried in your neck, mouthing at your skin as his cock splits you open.

you feel him so deeply, he's no longer holding back and the desperate movement of his hips has an electric need shooting through your body. you needed to be closer. needed to feel him deeper. needed his hands on you like this forever. his teeth bite into your skin, muffling the long groan threatens to slip out and you're matching it with a needy whimper. his thrusts become brutal, hips snapping against yours in a overwhelmingly rough pace. your nails drag over the muscles of his back, legs spreading wider for him as desperate cries fill the car.

“jay, oh my god. i'm gonna...” you don't know if you should push him away or pull him closer, heat spreading throughout your body as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens. jay keeps up with the pace as best he can, hand dropping down to find your clit again and he rubs figure eights into the sensitive bud. his head lifts so he can watch the way your face contorts in pleasure.

your orgasm tears through your body, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your head as your back arches off of the seat. it's unlike anything you've felt before, body going numb as his hips continue to move between your thighs – fucking you through it. “god, look at you.” he sighs, burying himself deep inside of you, balls slapping against your ass with each thrusts. he moves until you're coming down for your high, watching the way your body relaxes in his arms. and only then is he pulling back, slowly drawing his hips away from your body and twisting his body so he's sitting upright on the seats.

“fuck,” he breathes, hand wrapping over his cock to keep it from falling limp. “i had the craziest cramp in my leg,” he says through a laugh, eyes shifting to find you. you're half way off of the seat, back resting against a box and hair falling messily around your face. “you okay?” he asks, smiling softly the second you're nodding. his free hand reaches out toward you, beckoning you over with a grin.

you're lifting slowly, allowing his arm to wrap around his waist and for her to tug you onto his lap. “come ride me, i'm almost there,” there's quiet begging in his tone as he lifts your body slightly, enough to pull you into his lap. your heart jumps, body freezing as you stare over at him with wide eyes. “oh, uhm... i've never? i don't think i know how...” you feel the heat rising in your cheeks and jay's brow furrows at your words.

“you've never rode someone before?” he asks because it sounds almost insane. of course you've rode someone before. he takes in the look in your eye, the shy blush that darkens your cheeks. “well, no... that was my first time,” you say sheepishly and his eyes are flying open, his hand falling from his cock to push his hair back on his forehead. “what?” he says it, even though he's positive he heard you clearly.

he just couldn't believe it. didn't even stop and consider it. and now he feels terrible because he just took your virginity like it was nothing. like it was something you could just hand out. it should've been special, he should've made it special. “yn, you can't lose your virginity in the back of my car!?” you're laughing at his distress, the wrinkle between his brow as they furrow in pure worry.

you don't know why you find him so cute this way. your shoulders lift in a shrug, hands settling on his shoulders. “too late?” you're saying through your laughter and he's shooting you a pointed look. “not funny, yn. i should've been gentle,” you're quick to shake your head, hands covering his cheeks as you lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. he kisses you back slowly, hands resting on your waist much lighter now. you're pulling back slowly, head tilting slightly.

“come on, you already took it. don't clam up now,” you're leaning down to plate a kiss to his lips that has his worries melting away. your tongue wrapping around his, fingers curling in his hair as you lift your hips to climb further up on his lap. his head rests on the back of the chair when you pull away, looking up at you through his lashes as your hand reaches down wrapping around his cock. his hips twitch as you position his head at your entrance, “teach me,” you say with a pout and just like that his restraint is gone.

again.

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you're not heading back to jay's cabin until the sun is already peaking over the mountains. it's weirdly empty, just like you imagined. his bed made in the middle of the room. he doesn't let you dwell on the look of it for too long, not wanting you to sleep too deep in your thoughts while you're having such a good time. he's pulling you into bed beside him, easily tucking your body into his as the two of you finally drift off to sleep.

and you stay like that in his arms for god knows how long. your head on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist. he doesn't dare move, even when sleep finally takes over. which doesn't last as long as he would have hoped, his alarm blaring at exactly 7:15am. he's careful not to wake you as he slips out of bed, showering and changing his clothes as you shift and pull at his sheets. you don't even budge when he's making his bed, or when he's taking the last bag out of his room and into his car.

there's so much more he wanted to say. and he hated that he had no more time. for a long while, jay just stands there. keys in hand as his eyes scan over his empty cabin, save for you curled beneath his blankets. the morning sun peaks in through his window, golden streaks fanning across the bed. and you don't even shift. you're dead asleep, drooling onto his pillows and the sight has a soft laugh falling from his lips.

“wow,” he's shocked because even like this, smushed face and messy hair – you still look so pretty. he should leave, he needed to get on the road before the gps estimated a different arrival time. there were a list of things that he needed to get done back at his apartment before he was heading to the airport, he needed to leave. instead, he's making his way back into the cabin. setting his keys back on his desk before pulling out the blank notebook from one of the drawers, stealing a page.

he starts writing. the words coming to him much easier now that he's no longer hold back. he's ran out of reasons not to tell you exactly how he feels. he spent the last nine drafts trying to sound reasonable and failed every single time. because, this wasn't reasonable. falling for you was the most unreasonable thing that he has ever done, but he loved every second of it.

jay doesn't stop once as he writes, not a single typo. his feelings hit the page unfiltered, for the first time all summer. he's saying everything that he's wanted to, to you, about you. for you. he doesn't make a single edit. every for sentences, his eyes would drift over to where you lay, curled in his hoodie and drowning in his sheets. and then three more sentences would come to mind, two more after that. he writes until he's filled the entire page and then some more on the back.

once he's finished he's folding it carefully, slipping it into an envelope before scribbling something across the front. he's moving to stand beside the bed one last time, setting the note on his empty pillow before his eyes drift over to you. the urge to wake you up hit him intensely, he wanted so badly to say goodbye properly, to steal one more kiss, one more touch, one more hour. but he knew that was wrong. that he'd end up wanting to stay longer, actually seeing him walk away might hurt you more.

so he doesn't. he just sets his hand on your head softly, brushing your hair back so he's able to press a soft kiss to your forehead. his lips linger there for a moment, silently hoping that you'd wake up on your own. and when you don't, he's standing. he grabs his keys from his desk, takes one final look at you, before he's heading out of the cabin, closing the door tight behind him.

you're stirring awake two hours later. the first thing you notice is that you feel warm, surrounded by jay's familiar scent. you sink further into the mattress, sunlight spilling from the windows and warming your skin and for a few seconds you don't open your eyes. instead, you nuzzle yourself into jay's warmth as moments from the night before flood your memory.

playing with jay in the lake. kissing jay against the rocks. jay holding you by the fire. walking with jay to his car, his arm around your shoulders. jay fucking you in that same car, in so many different ways. you could still feel the stretch of him between your legs. a smile spreads across your lips, remembering exactly how he felt beneath you as you rode him for the first time ever. and you're suddenly filled with the need to try it again. to feel him again.

you're reaching out before your mind can tell you differently, eyes snapping open when your hand is met with nothing but emptiness. your eyes find the clock sat on his nightstand, reading the flashing numbers that stare back at you. 10:17AM. your stomach drops, a deep frown replacing the sleepy smile you had been wearing before. “oh,” you're sighing as realization hits, jay was gone.

you knew he'd be leaving early, he told everyone that he was going to be gone before anyone was really waking up. but despite knowing, not seeing him beside you still stings. slowly you're sitting up in his bed, the over-sized hoodie shifting over your shoulders as you reach to rub at your eyes. everything feels heavy, your heart thumps uselessly in your chest as your eyes scan over the room.

he was really gone. the bathroom had been emptied out this morning, his desk was completely cleared off, posters torn down and folded neatly. there was no trace of him left in this room besides you and the fact that he took everything and left you behind has your throat tightening. your eyes drift back toward his pillow, eyes furrowing at the sight of the crisp envelope that laid on top of his blue pillowcase. you're reaching for it quickly, reading over the words written across the front of the envelope. “make it ten versions,” you read and you don't waste a second before tearing the note open.

❝ yn.

i've written this goodbye letter to you so many times that i almost forgot the point of it. the first few letters sounded like i was giving you a college recommendation... then i got too emotional about leaving the music lodge in your care. the third version was so embarrassingly raw that if you ever somehow read it i'd most likely evaporate where i stand. the one that I gave you, version nine, was the one that felt the most honest to me. at least at that time. now, it just feels like it was written by someone else.

someone that was still pretending he hadn't fell for you. i spent the last three months pretending that i wasn't looking for you in every room. pretending that i was fine with keeping things professional. wasted so much time pretending that i didn't feel the same way that you did and i think i owe you an apology for that. i owe you a lot of apologies, honestly.

i'm sorry that i waited until the last day to make a move. i'm realizing now, seated at my desk and you snoring behind me that, that was the wrong move. i should've said something sooner, i shouldn't have let you wonder if you were the only one with the crush. or at least stuck to my guns, said nothing, and left quietly. because this sucks so much worse. leaving after just one night of getting to know how it feels to be with you feels horrible. but i don't regret it, don't get me wrong. i'm happy that our last night together was every bit of perfect, i just wish i got it together sooner. for the both of us.

and that brings me to my next apology. i'm sorry that you spent all summer being brave enough for the both of us. you were so loud about your feelings, you never hid, you flirted with me in front of everyone despite their teasing. you made your feelings so clear and gave me every opportunity to meet you halfway and i kept coming up with excuses not to.

i convinced myself that keeping my distance would be best for the both of us. there was no point in starting something that i couldn't finish, but i realize now i was too focused on that small detail. because while the future was clear and we both knew this summer would end, we could've still enjoyed each other for three full months rather than one night. that's my fault, i'm sorry i robbed us of that.

for the last seven years, this place has been my home away from home. i know the walls, i know the smells, every last detail is engraved in my brain like a sixth sense. so naturally, i figured no longer having it as a constant would be the hardest thing of all, the thing that i'd miss most. but now i'm realizing (again) that i was wrong, because what i'm going to miss most is you.

i'm going to miss the way your face lights up when you talk about music, the way you manage to make every conversation last twice as long as they should. your laugh, your smile, the taste of your lips. i'm going to miss how warm you felt sleeping against me. and most of all, i'm going to miss all the things that i want to experience with you and now know it's too late.

fuck, i hate that it's too late...

for the first time ever, i have no idea what will happen next. because as you read this, i'm probably already on the road, heading home or toward the airport and even though, i know that has always been the plan, i can't help but wonder if i should be doing something different. or if it's stupid to make such huge life changes over someone you just met. for the first time ever, i don't trust my own plan and that scares the shit out of me.

but i kind of like it, because if there's one thing this summer taught me, one thing that you taught me... it's that all of life's best moments happen when you stop trying to control them. it took me until last night to realize it, that's why i kissed you when i did. none of that was part of the plan, but i'm so happy that i let myself enjoy being with you, even if it was just once.

i know i don't have to tell you this, but don't worry too much about me... enjoy your school year, enjoy your life. go on all the dates, make new friends and be as happy as you can possibly be. i hope that one day the universe will bring us back together, but in the meantime... keep my hoodie safe. it looks better on you, anyway.

jay.❞

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[collywobblvs]

i almost wasn’t gonna read this cause i knew i would end up feeling sad and tear up but I read it anyways and teared up 😭😭😭

this was such a good fic omg, i will think about this fic for a while now

[hyuckzcult]

07 ⟶ MOMENT OF REALIZATION

.𖥔 ݁ SYNOPSIS . after getting publicly broken up with because of a misspread rumor, you move away to "heal" and "start over". when you come back after months and see your ex and said person—who spread those rumors about you—getting closer each day, you realize maybe you shouldn't have ever come back. and it definitely doesn't help when your ex starts giving you mixed signals about everything.

PAIRING ex!jake x fem!reader FEATURING aespa ningning, riize shotaro, nct haechan, le sserafim yunjin +enhypen ✎ wc 2.5k

TAGS smau (+written) ; crack ; university au ; lots of miscommunication ; dumbass jake ; cringey moments ; cliche 𝓦 none that I can think of other than suggestive comments?

masterlist / 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07

“What if she casts a spell on me?” You whispered, slightly leaning over to the boy beside you.

Right beside you, Jay snorted. He knew it was a joke, but deep down, he also knew it was something else. And he really didn’t like seeing you this way, hell, he always wished he could do more than just be there for you, he always wished he could hold you when you spoke about your problems and opened up to him. But he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t betray that trust between him and his best friend, and he definitely didn’t want to ruin the friendship you and him have. So of course, he decided that as long as he was able to be there for you, he was okay.

“I’d probably keep my distance from you.” He teased back.

You quietly gasped with an offended smile, hitting his arm which made him chuckle, smile even. This way is how he liked seeing you.

Once you both quieted down and turned your attention back to Mr. Suh, Jay couldn’t help to sneak a glance at you—more specifically, your side profile. He always admired you from afar, seeing as he couldn’t really do much but stare. But even just that, made him feel guilty.

“Okay, you guys seriously need to take Y/n and Jay as an example for this project.” That caught his attention quickly, “wanna get a 100? Brainstorm, talk and talk! Don’t use ChatGPT to get ideas, hell, don’t use it at all, that’s lame as fu—“ he covered his mouth, “—almost got myself fired there. Anyways, have a great day!” Everyone laughed and stood up, leaving the class room. “Y/n, can I speak to you really quick?”

You stopped midway, looked back at Jay who simply smiled at you. “I’ll wait outside.” You nodded, walking back to Mr. Suh.

“How are you? Is everything okay?” Mr. Suh asked.

“Everything is as okay as it can be, sir.” You gave him a tight smile. 

“Y/n, are you sure? Mr. Park told me you didn’t feel okay last class. You know you can talk to me, right?” He leaned on his desk.

“I know. Jay didn’t really know what happened by the way, he was just worried so he said that.” You explained casually.

“Then what happened? Something personal?”

You shrugged. “Kind of. Family stuff. Money, the usual.” You nodded, more to yourself.

“Does this also have to do with Ja—“ You glared at him, making him literally zip his mouth with his finger. “—don’t say his name, sorry.”

“I just haven’t had a really good time, to be honest. But I won’t miss class, sir, I promise.” You sighed.

Mr. Suh squinted his eyes then nodded towards the door, “go ahead, kiddo. If you ever want to talk, though, my door’s open.” You nodded, waving on the way as you walked out.

And there he was, Jay, waiting right by the door with his fingers wrapped around his backpack. You smiled sincerely at him as you two walked to the library.

“You okay?”

You nodded. He went silent.

Because he knew you didn’t want to talk about it.

The two of you headed to the library in a painful silence, one that Jay wanted to replace with affection to demonstrate he was there for you, but again, he chose to just stand there. As soon as you entered the quiet space, Jay quickly moved a chair for you to sit on, you mumbling a “thank you” after with a smile.

He sat next to you, the side of his leg brushing against yours on the way.

“I can’t believe we're doing a formula one skit for our english class.” You giggled as you turned your ipad on, sliding it further to your left so it would be between you and Jay. “Mr. Suh is absolutely going to lose it.”

“It’s the foreigners in us.” He smiled cheekily, his smile fading away for a quick second when he checked his phone before turning it off and smiling again. “And everyone knows Formula one so..”

“You actually have me hooked with the races now.” You said as you began to click on the page you left off.

“Wait, actually? I didn’t think you’d care about it.” He lowered his voice.

You smiled at him, nudging your shoulder with his. “Jay, you were absolutely crashing out about how the season was going, it sounded entertaining. I didn’t know you were such a fan of it so I thought I’d give it a try. It’s fun, and I find George Russell interesting.”

From one moment to another, Jay’s shy and embarrassed expression turned into a sour one, “Out of all drivers that’s who you like? Seriously?”

“What? You can’t judge me for who I like!” He pursed his lips in thought, making you laugh. “I like Verstappen though, that kid Kimi too.”

Jay’s eyes lightened up, making you roll your eyes. “Did you know I met Max Verstappen once?”

“Yes, it’s all over your social media.” He snuggled his hand inside his backpack, pulling a self-made photocard of him and Max Verstappen, a picture that Jake, Jungwon, and Sunghoon were also in but were cut off, making you burst into laughter. “What?”

“Oh, you’re obsessed obsessed,” You smiled as you grabbed the photocard from him.

“My most prized possession that is, Miss Y/n.”

When you accidentally laughed a little too loud, the sound of the librarian shushing you echoed in the grand room, making both you and Jay lie back awkwardly on your seats as you now quietly giggle.

“You guys dating now?”

That voice you could recognize anywhere, and you hated yourself for it, snapped you out of the moment of rare happiness you had had in days. For a milli-second, you ignored whatever was going on—Jake standing just in front of you two with an expression that not even himself could explain, and Jay, looking straight at you in hope that maybe you didn’t hear what Jake said—but when you looked up, you gave him a smile, an honest one, but definitely not a kind one.

“I’m not doing this in a library, Jaeyun.”

Jay could only stay quiet, because he knew if he spoke, he’d lose one of you in a quick second, or both, that was if he said the wrong thing.

“Well, you’re lucky, because I’m not here for you. I'm here for Jay,” he threw a sarcastic smile right at you, making you roll your eyes as you started closing your iPad and notebook. “I didn’t think you would be here. Wouldn’t say I’m surprised though, seeing as you’ve been hanging out awfully a lot together.” He mumbled, tapping his fingernails on the table.

Instead of responding or giving him any reaction, you turned to Jay as you put all your stuff inside your bag. “We can finish this tomorrow—“

“—so you can spend more time with him?” Jake coughed “casually”.

“Dude.” Jay managed to mutter to his direction.

You scoffed, turning to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You come back, we have a fight, and now you’re hanging out with my best friend.” He looked around, silently laughing as if he were insane. “You’re looking for a rebound or something?” He looked you up and down, completely ignoring his friend, who he had just basically offended.

You grabbed your bag and disgustingly glared at him. “First of all, it wasn’t a fight, it was barely a conversation where I was the only one making points. Second, why the hell would I be looking for a rebound? I’m not you. And I would never do something like that to Jay.” You stood up, glanced at Jay with a tight smile then glared once again at Jake. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be leaving before you make another dumb comment that makes no sense at all and wastes my time. See you.”

Jay quickly stood up when you started walking away, grabbing Jake by the arm to stop him. “You seriously need to stop bothering her, dude.” He commented softly.

“You’re seriously falling for her dumb act?” He scoffed.

“What act? She’s just existing and you’re making it a problem.” Jake took back his arm, slightly pushing Jay away.

“I cannot believe you’re taking her side.”

Jay wiped his hand on his face, “it’s not that, Jake. You guys have problems that you need to fix, I’m friends with both of you. I may be your best friend, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll always agree with everything you say.”

The Australian boy rolled his eyes, “whatever, man. I’ll see you later.”

As Jake walked away, Jay sighed out of frustration. Quickly grabbing his stuff, and your forgotten water bottle on the end of the table, he made his way to the direction you had run off to, in hope he could catch up to you. When he realized it was too late, he silently cursed at himself for not being quick enough.

Jake's POV

Jake knew that if Jay disagreed with him, it meant he was in the wrong. Every-damn-time. It didn’t matter what the point was, he was always right. And that bothered him to another level. How come his best friend knows his ex-girlfriend more than himself? What does he say to make it all sound right?

That was the one thing Jake was always jealous about, and the worst thing was that you never noticed. He always knew you were kind, acceptable, understandable, basically every good thing in the world. It made sense you and Jay got along once before, but now? Sure, the three of you had met around the same time, it was always the three of you until Jake confessed to you, that was when Jay grew a little bit distant from you, out of respect to both of you, of course. But Jake always kept him close, he was like that little angel on his shoulder that always wandered around with him and told him what was right or wrong, the honest one.

Seeing him walk away from him and instead go to you definitely did something to him, made him realize maybe there was something he did, that was wrong in every way.

As he stepped into the campus with a sour expression on his face, Jake was hoping he didn’t bump into any familiar faces, something about what had just happened had bothered him more than it should’ve.

“Jakey?”

Of course, the familiar face Jake was begging not to bump into at the moment, had spawned out of nowhere.

Mentally, he had cursed himself. Physically, shivers dropped down his spine, making his lips slightly twitch.

“Oh my gosh, Jakey!” Nari jumped into his arms, basically crawling on him as if he were to run away. Which in this case, that’s what he wanted to do. “How are you, baby?” She pouted, leaning over for a kiss to which he rejected.

“I’m not in the mood.” He groaned.

Nari stopped her tracks, pulling Jake with him. “Well, maybe this will cheer you up.” She giggled. That damn giggle that made Jake want to cut his ear off. “You won’t believe who I just saw…” she paused for suspense, making him stare at her blankly. “Y/n! Oh gosh, she was crying and her face was all puffy, you should’ve seen her—“

“—can you stop?”

Nari immediately obeyed, zipping her lips but giving him a sour look as she dropped her hands that were mimicking how you looked.

“Seriously. I get you don’t like her but all you’ve talked about since she came back is “y/n this,” “y/n that,” why are you so interested in her life? She didn’t even do anything to you.” He snapped.

The girl scoffed a laugh. “You’re such a hypocrite, you know that, right? I was just telling you she was crying, no need to be dramatic.” She smirked, thinking he’d crack a laugh.

“Yeah, and how is that even funny? Why would you make fun of someone who’s crying in a public space when you don’t even know if something’s happening in their life?” He stared at her disgustingly.

“jeez, Jake. I was just joking.” She looked around, hoping no one would be looking at them. “You used to play along with this stuff.”

“And I regret it.” He rolled his eyes. “Y/n is someone I care about. I don’t like how you’re treating her. And by the way, why did you lie about her threatening you on twitter? To get my attention or something?”

“She was threatening me. Still is, actually.” She shook her head.

“Then show me.” He held his palm up, “give me your phone and show me where she’s threatening you.”

Nari glared down at his hand, scoffing, clearly offended. “I’m not giving you my phone, Jake. What the fuck?”

“Nari, Y/n would never do something like that. I know her.” He stated.

“She’s your ex-girlfriend.”

“Exactly. And I know the type of person she is. Also, why would you even go through my phone and steal pictures of a memory you weren’t even there to begin with?” He asked, now completely serious.

The shorter girl gulped, then scoffed a laugh. “What, your bat shit crazy ex got offended by that? It was just a silly joke, get over it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t call her that. That was a memory of her and I, not you and I, or someone else.” His eyes suddenly started teared up, to which he quickly wiped away in frustration. “Look, whatever you and I have, I don’t want it anymore. I want no contact. If you try to contact me or Y/n, or any of my friends, I swear I’ll sue you, got it?” He pointed his index finger at her.

“Jake, you can’t just say that—” She tried to talk.

“I just did. And I mean it.”

And with that, Jake walked away, leaving a very furious Kim Nari.

Jake didn’t know what suddenly changed, it just clicked. He still didn’t know fully why you and him ended in bad terms, but now, what he wanted to find out was what he did to hurt you, and how to fix it. Because now, Jake was willing to accept what he did, even if he still didn’t know what it was, but he knew he’d do anything to open that window.

mars yap wait do we like written chapters bc in my opinion they give more context and yes… there will be more written chapters like my other fics just letting you guys know🩷🩷

ALSO Jake redemption??? Uuuuuuuu I have the final chapter already planned out guys it’s looking good

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[collywobblvs]

death by firing squad to nari and i will personally knock some sense into jake

[cigsaftersuh]

seven-hyungs ؛ heejake's envy

lee heeseung & sim jaeyun compete over who gets to taste you first — except they both make you squirt and decide to share you in a completely different way.

of the seven-hyungs series, can be read on its own.

3.6k words of sunghoon x reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ smut, mdni

cw f! reader established poly relationship, making out, boob sucking, oral (reader receiving), jealousy, squirting like a lot of it sorry, double penetration, anal, overstimulation, ddlg dynamics

you don't remember how you ended up here, sprawled across your boyfriends shared bed with your shirt pushed up and your bra pulled down, but you're not complaining.

heeseung's mouth is on your left breast, his tongue circling your nipple in slow yet simultaneously rough motions that have you squirming beneath him. jake mirrors him perfectly on the right, his lips wrapping around your other nipple to suck it into the wet heat of his mouth. they're both being so careful with you, so gentle as they take their time to worship every inch of your breasts.

heeseung's hand cups the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing while his tongue flicks over the hardened bud repeatedly. jake's teeth graze your nipple just enough to make you gasp before he soothes it with his tongue, the contrast making your back arch off the bed.

the sensation of both their mouths on you at once is overwhelming in the best way possible. you can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second, arousal pooling between your thighs and soaking through your panties as they continue lavishing attention on your breasts. every suck, every lick, every gentle bite sends pleasure shooting straight to your core. heeseung's free hand trails down your stomach slowly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your heated skin before he hooks them into the waistband of your shorts.

he pulls back from your breast and his lips are swollen and wet, glistening with saliva. his eyes are dark with want as they meet yours. "can we take these off baby?" he asks softly, his voice rough. "wanna see how wet our baby girl is for her daddies"

you nod frantically because you're already so worked up you can barely think straight or form any words. jake pulls off your nipple with a wet obscene pop and helps heeseung strip off your shorts and panties, both of them working together to peel the fabric down your legs. you're left completely bare while they're both still fully dressed and the contrast makes you whimper with need.

heeseung spreads your legs wide and both of them stare down at your pussy, taking in the sight of you dripping wet for them. you watch as heeseung's jaw clench as his eyes darken even more while jake's hand tightens possessively on your thigh hard enough to leave marks. heeseung's fingers slide through your folds slowly, gathering your arousal on his fingertips. the wetness makes an obscene sound in the quiet room and he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining intense eye contact with jake. you watch his throat work as he swallows, along with the way his eyes flutter closed for just a moment at the taste.

jake's hand joins heeseung's between your legs immediately, both of them touching you at once. their fingers explore your wetness thoroughly, sliding through your folds and spreading your arousal everywhere, circling your clit but never giving you quite enough pressure to get you where you need to be. you can feel the tension building between them, and you can clearly see the way they keep glancing at each other with something competitive and jealous burning in their eyes.

heeseung leans down to press open-mouthed kisses down your stomach while jake does the same on the other side, both of them trailing lower and lower. they kiss down your hips, your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need them most. heeseung's breath is hot against your inner thigh as he sucks marks into the sensitive skin there, his teeth scraping just enough to make you gasp. jake does the same on your other thigh, both of them marking you up possessively.

"can daddy taste you baby?" heeseung asks, his voice laced with the need he can barely resist. his eyes are fixed on your dripping pussy and you can see how badly he wants to dive in. "been dreaming about having my tongue inside you all day"

"wanna taste you too princess" jake adds quickly, his own mouth trailing kisses higher up your inner thigh. "please baby, let us make you feel good. we wanna make our baby girl cum on our tongues"

you're so desperate for them at this point that you can barely form coherent thoughts. your pussy is throbbing with need, clenching around nothing, and you can feel more arousal leaking out of you. "both of you" you whimper, your hips rolling up involuntarily seeking more contact. "please daddies, i need both of you so bad. m'so horny, i can't wait anymore, n-need you now"

something shifts in both their expressions at your desperate words. you watch heeseung and jake exchange a loaded look and you can see the jealousy flare up hot between them even as they both start leaning in toward your pussy. heeseung moves first, his tongue dragging slowly through your folds from bottom to top. the sensation makes you gasp loudly and your hands fly to grip the sheets. he takes his time, licking through your wetness with painfully long strokes, his tongue exploring every inch of you thoroughly while his hands grip your thighs to hold them open even wider.

jake watches for maybe ten seconds, his eyes glued to the way heeseung's tongue is moving through your folds, before his patience completely runs out. his hand fists roughly in heeseung's hair and yanks his head to the side so he can get his own mouth on you. jake's technique is completely different from heeseung's measured pace — his tongue flicks rapidly against your clit over and over in a way that has you crying out loudly. you can feel the desperation in the way he's devouring you as if he needs to prove to you that he's better at this by making uou moan louder for him than you did for heeseung.

heeseung doesn't take kindly to being pushed aside. his grip on your thighs tightens hard enough to definitely leave bruises as he shoves jake's face away roughly and his mouth finds your clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips hard. the jealousy radiating off both of them is palpable and overwhelming as they continue fighting for position between your legs, each one trying to be the one making you moan the loudest.

but then jake leans in next to heeseung instead of trying to push him away again. his tongue finds your entrance while heeseung's mouth stays focused on your clit and having both their mouths on different parts of you at the same time makes you moan so loudly you're absolutely sure the neighbors can hear. heeseung's tongue circles your clit with increasing pressure while jake's pushes inside your tight hole, his tongue fucking into you and curling to hit that spot deep inside that makes your whole body tremble uncontrollably.

their faces are pressed so incredibly close together that their cheeks keep brushing with every movement. you watch through heavy-lidded eyes as jake's tongue leaves your entrance to lick higher through your folds, and suddenly both their tongues meet right at your clit. they both pause for just a beat, the air between them charged with tension, before heeseung's tongue deliberately slides against jake's. the sound jake makes is desperately broken and filthy, as then they're kissing each other right against your pussy.

their lips press together messily as their tongues tangle, licking through your wetness and into each other's mouths at the same time. you can see their tongues sliding against each other, as well as the strings of saliva and your arousal connecting their mouths as they make out against your clit.

heeseung's hand comes up to grip the back of jake's neck and pull him even closer, deepening the kiss. their tongues are everywhere — on you, on each other, licking and sucking and exploring. the wet obscene sounds of them making out mixed with your desperate whimpers fill the otherwise peacefully quiet room.

when they finally break apart to breathe their lips are swollen and glistening with your arousal, their chins wet and dripping. they stare at each other for a long heated moment, both breathing hard, and you can see something shift between them. the competition melts away into coordination as they both look back at your dripping cunt with the same hungry expression.

this time when they lean in together there's no fighting, only the perfect synchronization you all are used to. heeseung's tongue pushes inside your entrance while jake's mouth finds your clit again, but their faces stay pressed so close together that their lips and cheeks brush constantly. every few seconds they'll both pull back just enough to kiss each other properly — deep messy kisses where their tongues tangle together and you can see them sharing the taste of you between them, before going back to eating you out with renewed desperate enthusiasm.

the coordination is devastating. heeseung's tongue fucks into you messily, curling and stroking against your walls, hitting that perfect spot over and over. jake's tongue works your clit in rapid circles before he sucks the sensitive bud between his lips. but then their mouths meet again and their tongues sliding together right against your pussy as they essentially make out with each other while tasting you.

you watch with wide eyes as heeseung licks into jake's mouth, as jake sucks on heeseung's tongue, sharing your arousal between them like it's the most delicious thing they've ever tasted.

their tongues separate just to meet again at your entrance, both of them licking inside you at the same time. you can feel both their tongues pushing into your tight hole together, stretching you in the most overwhelming way. they fuck you with their tongues in tandem, both of them groaning at the taste, and the vibrations against your sensitive flesh make you cry out. then they're kissing again with their tongues still partly inside you, their lips pressed together around your entrance as they make out with each other while theyre literally inside your pussy.

you're completely overwhelmed by the sight of them, by the feeling of both their mouths working you over at once. the wet obscene sounds of their tongues on you and on each other are so filthy you can barely process it. they pull back and you watch as thick strings of saliva and your arousal connect their mouths to your pussy, watch as heeseung leans in to lick those strings off jake's lips before kissing him deeply again.

jake's tongue moves back to your clit while heeseung's pushes deep inside you, but within seconds they're switching positions. heeseung's mouth finds your clit to suck hard while jake's tongue fucks into you. but they can't seem to stay separated for long - their mouths meet again at your clit, both their tongues licking the swollen bud together. you can see their tongues sliding against each other, can see how they're essentially making out with your clit trapped between their mouths.

heeseung sucks your clit between his lips and then jake's tongue is there too, both of them working the sensitive bundle of nerves together. jake licks across heeseung's tongue, across your clit, back to heeseung's tongue in one long stroke. heeseung does the same, their tongues meeting and parting and meeting again in the most filthily coordinated dance you've ever witnessed.

your thighs start shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm builds faster and more intense than it ever has before. heeseung must sense how close you are because his tongue fucks into you faster, deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust of his tongue. jake's mouth stays focused on your clit, sucking and licking relentlessly. then both their tongues are on your clit again at the exact same time, licking and sucking in perfect synchronization, their tongues sliding against each other as much as they're sliding against you.

the sight of them essentially making out against your clit while they devour you is what finally sends you over the edge. your orgasm hits you like a fucking truck and you scream, your whole body convulsing violently with the force of it. but this time it's different, so much more intense than anything you've ever experienced. you're gushing, squirting all over both their faces as the most powerful orgasm of your life tears through you in devastating waves that just won't stop.

you can't stop shaking, neither can you control the way your pussy is pulsing and releasing all over them. they both moan loudly as you soak their faces, their mouths opening wider to catch everything you're giving them. their tongues are everywhere, lapping up your release desperately while they continue kissing each other, sharing rhe proof of pleasure between them. you watch through your tear-filled blurry eyes as heeseung licks your release off jake's face, as jake does the same to heeseung, as they kiss deeply and swap your taste back and forth between their mouths.

when you finally come down from your high you're gasping for air and trembling so violently that your whole body is shaking. tears stream down your face from how intense it was and your whole body feels like it's made of liquid, completely boneless. heeseung and jake are both still between your legs with their faces absolutely drenched in your release, their hair wet with it, dripping down their chins and necks. they look at each other and you watch something pass between them, some silent understanding and agreement.

they both stand and start stripping off their clothes quickly, yanking shirts over their heads and shoving pants down their legs. soon they're both completely naked and you can see their cocks are hard and leaking, flushed dark with arousal and dripping precum. jake moves to sit with his back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap before you've fully recovered from your orgasm. your legs are still shaking violently as he positions you over his cock and pulls you down onto him in one smooth motion that has him bottoming out immediately.

the stretch makes you cry out and bury your face in his neck. he's so deep in this position, the angle having him hitting spots that make your vision blur and stars burst behind your eyelids. jake's hands grip your hips bruisingly tight and he starts moving you on his cock immediately, setting a brutal punishing pace that has you gasping for air. heeseung moves to kneel beside you and his hand fists roughly in your hair, turning your face toward him almost too hard.

his cock is right there, hard and leaking precum, and you open your mouth without him having to say anything. heeseung slides into your mouth and the taste of yourself still coating his skin makes you moan around him. he starts fucking your throat while jake continues bouncing you on his cock, both of them using your body for their pleasure without any care for gentleness now.

the sounds filling the room are absolutely filthy — skin slapping against skin wetly, gagging sounds as heeseung's cock hits the back of your throat, their deep groans and grunts mixing with your muffled moans around heeseung's cock. tears stream down your face from how overwhelming it all is, from having your throat fucked while being bounced on jake's cock, but you don't want them to stop. jake's cock hits deep inside you with every thrust, the angle making him drag against your g-spot. heeseung's cock stretches your throat and you can barely breathe but the lack of oxygen makes everything feel even more intense.

after several minutes they switch positions without any warning or discussion. jake pulls you off his cock roughly and heeseung takes his place, sliding into your pussy while jake moves to your mouth. heeseung's pace is even more brutal than jake's was, his hands gripping your hips so hard you know there will be deep purple finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. you can feel yourself getting close to another orgasm embarrassingly fast, your pussy clenching around heeseung's cock as he pounds into you.

they continue switching back and forth, taking turns with your pussy and your mouth. when heeseung finally cums inside you with a loud groan, the warmth flooding your pussy is overwhelming. his cum fills you completely and you can feel it leaking out around his cock as he gives a few more shallow thrusts. jake immediately takes his place, sliding into you easily with how wet and slick you are from your arousal and heeseung's cum mixed together.

the slide is obscenely slick and messy, wet sounds echoing loudly in the room. jake fucks heeseung's cum deeper into you with every hard thrust, the mixture of fluids making everything so wet that it's dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. when jake cums inside you too with a deep groan, you can feel both their releases mixing together inside you, so much cum that it's leaking out in thick streams.

but they're not done with you yet. heeseung pulls you into his lap and slides his cock back into your pussy even though he just came, still hard and ready for more. you're so sensitive and full that you sob at the intrusion, your pussy clenching around him involuntarily. he just holds you still against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. jake moves behind you and you feel the cool liquid of lube dripping between your ass cheeks, running down your skin.

"think you can take both your daddies baby?" jake asks softly, his lubed fingers pressing against your other hole. "wanna fill you up completely, wanna have you so full of us you can't think straight"

you nod frantically even though you're already so overwhelmed and can barely process what's happening. jake works you open carefully with his fingers, adding more lube as he stretches you slowly. one finger pushes inside, then two, scissoring apart to prepare you. when he adds a third finger you whimper and press back against his hand despite the intense stretch, despite how overwhelming it is.

he takes his time, working his fingers in and out patiently until you're relaxed and ready, until you're loose enough. then he's pulling his fingers out and you feel the thick head of his cock pressing against you insistently. the stretch as he pushes in alongside heeseung's cock is intense and almost too much, bordering on painful. you're so full, stretched wider than you've ever been in your life with both their cocks inside you at once, filling both your holes completely.

you sob loudly and bury your face in heeseung's neck as tears stream down your face. heeseung's arms wrap around you even tighter, holding you steady and secure. jake's forehead drops to your shoulder as his whole body trembles from holding still in an attempt to give you time to adjust to being so impossibly full of them.

they start moving slowly at first, trying to find the perfect pace. when one pulls out the other pushes in, keeping you constantly filled to the absolute brim. the friction of their cocks sliding against each other through the thin wall separating them makes them both groan loudly. soon their pace picks up and they're both fucking into you harder, faster, the stretch bordering on painful but feeling so incredibly good at the same time.

you're crying openly now, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being stretched so full. every nerve ending in your body is on fire and you're making sounds you've never made before - desperate and broken and barely coherent. heeseung's hand slides between your bodies to find your clit and he rubs harsh circles on the oversensitive bud. you nearly scream at the added stimulation, your whole body jerking between them.

another orgasm builds impossibly fast, more intense and overwhelming than anything before it. your whole body is trembling uncontrollably and you're not sure you can take much more without passing out. heeseung's fingers press harder on your clit, moving in rapid circles that have you spiraling toward the edge faster than you can process.

when your orgasm finally hits you do scream, the sound tearing from your throat as your body convulsses violently between them. your pussy clenches so impossibly tight around both their cocks that they both curse loudly, their movements faltering. you feel heeseung's cock pulse as he cums inside you for the second time, filling you with even more warmth. the sensation triggers jake's orgasm and he buries himself as deep as possible, cumming hard and filling you from the other side so you're completely overflowing with both their releases.

you're sandwiched between them as you all shake from the intensity, completely wrecked and still crying from how overwhelming everything was. when they finally pull out, you collapse forward onto heeseung's chest, completely spent and boneless. every single muscle in your body aches and you're still trembling with the aftershocks of your memorably pleasurable night. you can feel everything leaking from both holes — so much cum that it's pouring out of you and soaking the sheets, dripping down your thighs in thick streams.

they clean you up so gently after, their touches turning incredibly tender as they wipe away your tears and murmur soft praise. heeseung carries you to the bathroom while jake starts the shower, both of them helping you wash under the warm spray with careful loving touches. they dry you off with a soft towel and dress you in one of their shirts before carrying you back to bed.

you're sandwiched between them again with their arms wrapped around you protectively, both of them pressing gentle kisses to your face and shoulders and hair as you drift off feeling thoroughly used and completely loved.

𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗎~~~~☆، ﹫cigsaftersuh

thank you so much for reading 🩵 HEEJAKE IS FINALLY HERE SIDJSJJS omg my boys i love them both so much, this is soo nasty and filthy but jake is here so are we really surprised :3 yeah okay also also ! this is only my second and a half time writing poly smut, and actually my first ever weiting it as a full story which as you will see i got a little carried away with the poly fics in this series 😔 don’t tell anybody but enhyungs is over 8k words already WHO LET THIBHAPPEN IM SO SORRY BUT IM STILL SO NERVUS ABOUT THIS SO IM SORRY BUT THANK YOU FORBREADING I LOCE YOU

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[heesroses]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ (ᴍɪꜱ)ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — ꜱ.ᴊʏ | 1.2

─── in which you suck at communicating your feelings and your childhood best friend, jake sim, sucks at reading the room.

oblivious!jake sim x fem!reader ; smau. childhood best friends to ????? college au. lots of miscommunication. they're both lowk idiots. suggestive images. jealousy. nicknames. fluff. lots of flirting. references to characters having sex.

⟶ a/n :: hello everyone! this is officially the last part of this smau 🥹 i really hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for my future smaus!! love you guys so much, thank you for all your support!!

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i sat and i binge-read this entire series and this was by far one of the best smaus i’ve probably ever read.

i loved the angst from the beginning and i thought the pacing was really well done and the entire storyline was so perfectly curated that i was lowkey tearing up when jake and y/n stopped taking to each other when y/n found out what jake did, ouuu SHITTTT 🥹🥹🥹🥹

the groveling was really well done, i could just picture the whole story in my head and i could literally see how y/n was opening herself up to forgive jake, idk if that makes sense

i loved the dynamic between jake and y/n, those friends that literally tell each other everything and i could see + feel how hurt and confused jake was when y/n started ghosting him out of nowhere 😭😭😭 i fear im lowkey the type to do that cause im more scared about what they will think of me rather than actually confronting the situation if this was ever me

lastly, i thought the ending was so bittersweet and cute that it lowkey made me feel sad that the series was officially done 😂😂😂😭😭😭 i was so immersed in these characters and their storylines that i feel like this was leave a mark on me and i will continuously think about this fic everyday + this is going on my fic rec list

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challenge failed for me but atleast it got me to write!

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the summer i got horny - s.jy

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summary. nerdy sim jaeyun is sweating buckets when the baddie he's been crushing on sits in his lap on a two-hour road trip.

pairing. nerdy!jake x baddie!female reader

genre(s). oneshot, smut, big porn with a small plot

warnings. MDNI, jake is a professional yearner, jake is very shy and repressed (and a bit insecure), masturbation, pervert!jake, unprotected sex (pls don’t), subby switch!jake, top or bottom he's always a sub, reader is a bit mean, jake cries a lot and begs a lot, slight sunsunki if you squint, handjob, blowjob, nose-riding, jake eats her out as well, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary, BRO WHY IS IT NEVER-ENDING, but like it's messy, EDGING EDGING EDGINGGGG, reader calls him jaeyun, reader is jealous and possessive, implied aftercare, enhypen ensemble, hmm please let me know if i missed anything! not beta read we die like injang

word count. 14,807 words

note. oh boy! this used to be a veeeery old, 8k-word draft, my take on nerdy jake that i decided to polish and give life to. it is also a gift for my bestie and fellow jake's wife: dr. @twocupsofsuga 🫶🏼 congratulations on passing medschool! you're so smart mhm here's my lap dance for you 😏

Women make Sim Jaeyun nervous.

Especially someone as bold and confident like you.

There's something about the soft lilt of your voice that makes him feel ashamed to even speak in your presence. There's something about your enticing eyes that makes him stutter and stumble with his own words, his grammar-police persona flying out the window. There's something about the sure sway of your hips that makes him want to avert his gaze and look more all the same time; like something sinful he shouldn't want but crave for anyway.

You're the kind of woman that makes Sim Jaeyun nervous.

Park Jongseong's cousin from the States that always comes to visit for summer, with that bold show of your body that'll usually often get frowned upon in his neighbourhood, that honey tint of your skin that's far from the local society's beauty standard. You're upfront and so unapologetically you, something he admires and makes him overly conscious if his hair looks nice or not.

It's another summer and you're here again. You're always a welcome addition to their annual trip to Jay's beach house, a road trip that's usually joined by the other five plus you and him. But this year, Nishimura Riki had a last minute decision to cancel his flight to Japan and opted to spend the summer with them instead of with his family.

Which leaves all of you with no space for one person inside Jay's SUV.

"I call dibs on the rear seats," Heeseung says before anyone gets the chance to and disappears into the car. Riki opens his mouth, about to follow the eldest of the group, when Jungwon shoots him a sharp look and blocks his way with his hand.

"No, Riki. You're not getting a seat."

Riki's face morphs into horror. "What?! Am I excluded from this trip?"

"You cancelled your flight this morning. You were never included in the trip."

Seeing the look of hurt on his face, Sunoo actually takes pity on Riki. Peering inside, the blonde mumbles with a pout when he sees a small ice box sitting beside Heeseung. "Surely we can squeeze him into the rear seat, right…?"

"All of his six-feet-one ass? I'd like to see you try, Sunoo hyung." Jungwon shakes his head. He leans on the passenger door, already the assigned co-pilot of the car, in charge of Spotify playlist and Waze and moral support to his Jay hyung. "Either one of you sits in another's lap, or we can Uber Riki to the beach house."

Hearing that, Riki immediately throws his hands. "It's a two-hour drive, hyung, I might just be paying for the Uber's car loan! It's gonna be so expensive!"

"If you can afford cancelling your flight with no refunds, then I think you can afford an Uber to Sokcho."

Riki whips his head to his Sunoo and Jake hyung, jutting out his lips in a pout that's borderline pitiful. Jake mirrors his expression, not really having the power to go against Jungwon's verdict—as if anybody could. Jake pities him, really, but it's Yang Jungwon. There's a whole menace behind those cute dimples and boba eyes.

Beside him, Sunghoon lets out a long sigh. "Then one of us will have to sit in another's lap."

It's an option that has everybody darting their eyes around, afraid that any eye contact with Jungwon will make them become the sacrificial thighs for the two-hour road trip. They're all men packed with mass and muscles, a result of a gym routine that unexpectedly becomes a problem today. Each of them at least weighs one hundred-forty pounds. Jake's sure that if he was chosen, he'd lose his legs by the time they exit Seoul.

Just in time, a loud thud is heard from the car boot. You and Jay walk into the scene, just having finished loading all of their stuff into the car. Jake adjusts his glasses instinctively, unknowingly fixing his appearence when his eyes land on you.

You've abandoned your cardigan, now only wearing a yellow camisole top that only reaches your belly button and a pair of jeans shorts that ends at the bottom swell of your ass. Your outfit choice hides nothing about your figure—your perfect body that admittedly has always been on his mind.

Jake gulps and lets his eyes trail down to your legs. You're seriously one of the most beautiful and hottest girls he's ever seen, and unfortunately, he has a severe problem of having a crush on baddies who are completely out of his nerdy league. You're definitely one of them.

When he looks up, Jake almost faints when your gaze catches his eyes with an unreadable expression. He quickly averts his eyes, adjusting the thick black rims of his glasses that didn't need adjusting.

Did you notice him staring?

"Car seat problem?" Jay asks when he senses the tension among the boys, already foreseeing this issue the moment Riki told him that he was joining their road trip over the phone this morning. They hesitantly nod.

"So what's the solution?"

"Riki takes an Uber to Sokcho—"

"Which will cost him his tuition fees," Jay comments, ever the hyperbole-user.

"—Or someone has to sit in another's lap."

Judging from the expression on Jay's face, he, too, doesn't think it's a comfortable position to be sitting in on a two-hour road trip.

But apparently, someone thinks otherwise.

"Oh, then let's do that!" You pipe in, flashing them with your charming smile. "I don't mind doing it!"

There's an elephant silence that follows your statement. Upon seeing their gaped expression, your smile slowly dies down, unsure if you had said the right thing.

"…Or not."

"Or yes!" Riki interrupts, relief flooding his senses. His eyes lit up as he looks around at each one of his friends. "Guys, she's offered to sit in anyone's lap. We can do that, right?"

Jungwon narrows his eyes. "It's a two-hour drive."

Riki blinks nervously. "But noona wants it."

"Then let Y/N noona sit in your lap."

Now, there's a rosy blush blooming across Riki's cheeks. Jake frowns. Lucky bastard. "I-I mean—"

"Not him," you cut in, a small smile playing on your lips. Jake can feel the exact moment everyone holds their breath, as if the air pauses on its own accord and waits for the rest of your sentence. Either they're anticipating or dreading to be your exclusive seat in the car—he's not sure. He's certain that he's the former, but he's also certain you'd pick someone more your type—Sunghoon or Riki, who are loyal gym buddies that possess strong thighs for you to sit on—or even Heeseung who's abandoned his nap and is eavesdropping the conversation now.

He doesn't know why, but surely someone hot like you would pick someone just as hot, right? And hot in Sim Jaeyun's definition is someone who matches your confidence (not him), someone who has a good body and is not shy to show them (Jake thinks his body is nice, but he's also always wearing long-sleeves), or just anyone but him.

Jay pinches the bridge of his nose. "Then who?"

When your eyes meet Jake's, the brown-haired boy almost loses his breath.

A smile curves up your lips. Jake thinks he's hallucinating because there's no way you are smirking at him.

"With Jaeyun."

There's a ripple of gasps, disbelief and shock mixing with a hint of betrayal (no doubt from Riki). Jay's brow disappears behind his hair.

"Seriously, Y/N? You don't have to—Riki's rich enough to pay for the Uber."

Riki's protest is muffled when Jungwon pulls him into a chokehold and slaps a hand over his mouth. Jake wants to pity him, really, but this time he thinks he's the one who needs help because what do you mean? There's no way—

"I'm serious. Jaeyun-ah."

—Oh my fucking God. Jaeyun. Jaeyun. Who's Jaeyun? Who the fuck is Jaeyun?

Jake has a trouble hearing you over the loud roar of his blood, heart threatening to jump out of his throat. But he manages a small, airy, 'Hm?' when all eyes are on him.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes never letting go of his, holding him hostage in your gaze alone. This, paired with the way you call his government name—a name you prefer over Jake because 'it's cuter' (according to you, not him) when he first introduced himself to you four years ago, and Jake had let you because he could never say no to you—are the most perfect, never-before-seen formula to unravel the physics genius Sim Jaeyun.

Yeah. Jake is a goner. And will soon have a boner if no one stops you from picking him as today's sacrificial thighs.

"Can I sit with you, Jaeyunnie?"

Someone please say no. Someone please stop you. Someone please tell this Jaeyun to say no because—because why him? Is this some kind of a cliché ploy that popular girls do to play with men's feelings, especially a physics nerd like him? Because if it is, Jake hates to admit that he'd be a willing participant (even if it'd break his heart a little).

"Yes, sure," he squeaks, finally recognising that Jaeyun is his name. He's still trying to process that you chose him—not Sunghoon with his ridiculous broad shoulders, or Riki with his ridiculous long legs, or Heeseung with his ridiculous charm—but him, who's sweating buckets and dampening his armpits underneath his long-sleeved T-shirt. His glasses almost glide down his nose from how sticky it is.

"It's settled, then!" Sunoo claps once, already red and irritated from having to stand under the unforgiving sun for longer than necessary. "Jake hyung and Y/N will sit together. So I will be sitting with—"

"Me!"

"Me!"

Sunoo ignores Sunghoon and Riki, and walks straight to the rear seats. "With Heeseung hyung!"

Soon, there's shuffling and then everyone's already inside the car. Riki sits in the middle with a pout, a penalty for causing the minor disruption and losing rock-paper-scissors to Sunghoon and Jake. Sunghoon is happily humming to a song from the 80s, occassionally turning around to tease Sunoo who's been trying to join Heeseung in his mandatory road-trip nap. Jay and Jungwon have settled into their designated seats as the drivers of the day, already talking about the route they're taking and traffic condition. While Jake—well, he's preparing himself for the inevitable.

You're still standing by the door, overseeing the situation at hand, and Jake tries to ignore the way his cheeks burn under your weighted gaze.

"Can I sit now?" You softly ask. Jake hesitates a moment before nodding his head frantically.

"Y-Yes."

You, on the other hand, do not hesitate at all. Jake instinctively spreads his legs when you climb into the car, already aiming his lap as your throne for the next 120-minute of the ride. His senses heighten, overly aware of his friends' eyes watching his every move, and the soft scent of peach from your body wash that invades his nose when your weight finally settles on him.

In a split second, Jake goes from never daring to touch you to having you resting your ass comfortably on his clothed dick, thanks to a certain Japanese who's now queueing songs like he didn't just commit a fatal crime against his Aussie hyung.

His slightly longer thighs bracket your exposed ones in a hesitant cage, every point of your skin meeting his seems to burn through the fabric of his jeans. Your hair and neck are one breath away from his nose now, where he's inhaling lungfuls of peaches and creams and your vanilla-ish perfume, and Jake chooses to blink at the ceiling to avoid looking over your shoulders and possibly flashing himself with the swell of your chest under that thin camisole top. The already-cramped space feels even smaller, and Jake doesn't think he can breathe properly.

While at it, Jake hopes his prayers could break through the car roof and reach the heavens.

God, please have mercy on me and let my other head not have a brain of its own.

God answers him shortly in the form of you shifting around.

"You comfortable?" You ask innocently, adjusting yourself on his lap. Jake nearly inhales his tongue, feeling blood rush to his ears and south. A strangled noise escapes his throat instead.

"Mhm."

From the front, he can hear a snort coming from none other than Jay. "You sound constipated, dude."

'Try having a pretty girl sit on your dick then!', is what Jake wishes he could say to his friend, but he knows that this is more of a him-problem. Someone like Jay won't get flustered in this kind of situation—at least not as bad as he is, who doesn't even fucking know where to put his hands, hovering in the air like he's about to conduct a choral speaking.

So, Jake resorts to conveying his rage through the rearview mirror instead, hoping that his glare and frown are enough to make Jay feel bad. (They don't, Jay finds him cute instead).

Jungwon comes to save the day as he turns to the backseat. "Do you have everything with you?" All of them except Jake hum. He thinks he doesn't have his sanity anymore, but of course the younger boy pretends to ignore him.

Jungwon eyes each one of his friends, his gaze stopping longer at the sight of Jake gripping the leather seat, the white of his knuckles almost matching his face, and you smiling innocently at him. Jungwon badly wants to laugh.

Jake widens his eyes at Jungwon. Help me!

The younger boy gives him an indecipherable look before turning to face the front. "Alright. We're not turning back for you even if you forgot your PlayStation."

Jake wants to say that they might want to leave a certain Sim Jaeyun to save him from this misery, but all words are gone from his mind when the car starts forward with a sharp jolt. Your back meets his chest in a soft thud, punching air out of his lungs. Your ass pushes deeper into his lap and Jake nearly pierces the leather with his nails from how desperately hard he's gripping it.

"Oops, sorry!" Jay chimes from the driver seat, sounding far from sorry.

You straighten up and turn around, looking more sorry than your cousin. "You okay? Sorry about that, Jaeyunnie."

Oh, fuck. Please don't use that voice on him when he's one bump away from kissing your lips. You're so close it feels like you're breathing in the same air he exhales, so close he can see the faint, tiny freckles dusting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.

"Yeah," he manages, voice hoarse like he's just swallowed a bucket of sand. "I'm okay."

There's a halt in your movement, like you're actually seeing him through the calm façade he's exuding. His breath catches when your eyes drop to his lips briefly, the bitten-red skin tingles under your heated gaze.

Then, after a moment, you smile at him so easily; as if the tension never existed, as if the pull was only one-sided.

"If you say so."

When he's met with your shiny hair again, Jake lets out a breath he unknowlingly held. Your voice fills up the space softly as you begin talking to Jungwon and Jay, all cheery and unrestrained while he's exerting mental training equivalent to physical labour of a building constructor to stop his dick from hardening every time you move.

He hears a snicker from his left and immediately meets with Riki's mischievous eyes. The younger boy mouths something that has Jake closing his eyes and leaning on the headrest in defeat.

'Don't get horny now, Jake hyung.'

Jake is worried that if it's not now, it'll be the next time Jay hits a bump.

Instead of a road bump, Jake's personal enemy turns out to be you.

Ten minutes in, everything is still going fine. Jake is still breathing, alive, and hasn't popped a boner that could traumatise you and get him banned from the car permanently. You also seem okay, still engrossed in a conversation with the cat-duo driving the car, talking about college and your winter trip to Japan.

For a moment, Jake selfishly thinks if his lap was that…sitable, seeing as you haven't shown any signs of discomfort yet. Or, to be fair, it has been barely ten minutes since they're en route, and though those minutes are enough to pull the others into a car nap, ten minutes feel like one round of orbit around the Sun when he has you sitting on his lap.

Jake can feel himself melt into the seat. Maybe this isn't so bad at all. Maybe he can make it to Sokcho without having to cut his dick off before anyone could see his hard-on. He just has to sit really quietly and will his mind to avoid teetering dangerous territory.

Yeap. Everything is fine.

Not until you decide to put your hands on his thighs.

Jake almost jolts at the contact, flexing his thighs instinctively when you place your perfectly manicured fingers on the surface of his jeans. It's a brief touch, one that can pass as accidental, but the lingering heat it leaves behind feels almost physical.

His eyes dart to the back of your head, trembling with nerves nearly frayed at the edges, gauging your reaction, and bites the bottom of his lips when you resume your conversation as if nothing happened. Or nothing really happened to you.

It's just a touch, for God's sake. Calm your dick down.

If a simple touch from you could unravel him this fast, what about other things? What if you hug him, or-or if you hold his hand, or—wait, is he wishing for other things to happen between you and him? (He does, but he knows that it won't happen.)

Jake gulps harshly and decides to enjoy the scenery instead. He stares hard out the window, so intense like he's memorising every species of the trees they pass by, mind lost in a whirlwind of horny thoughts clashing with rationality, when you do something again.

This time, it isn't an innocent touch on his thigh. It's an innocent move to hear Jungwon better. You lean forward, pushing your ass deeper into his lap simultaneously, offering your ear to Jungwon who seems to be sharing a secret about Jay. Jake's breath hitches and his hands almost come up to hold your waist, the friction sending heat through his body.

Fuck. He peels his eyes away from the window forcefully and follows down the dip of your spine to where your ass meets his crotch. Your position highlights the narrow of your waist and the width of your hips, all sinful curves that have him swallowing harder, something inside his pants threatening to stir alive. Jake closes his eyes.

Think of Jesus, Jake. Think of Layla. He absentmindedly fixes his glasses. Think of quantum physics. Think of—

"—Oh!" You squirm excitedly, round butt wiggling slightly against his cock. "Yes, I met her before!"

Jake hisses before he can stop himself, the sound serving like a knife cutting the conversation. You and Jungwon instantly turn to look at him, the latter wearing a mischievous expression when he sees the heat painting Jake's face red.

"Are you okay?" You prompt in concern, noticing how stiffly Jake is nodding at you.

"Y-Yeah. Good. I'm horgoony."

Freudian slip is gonna be the death of him.

Jay and Jungwon burst out laughing, catching the slip as fast as any dirty-minded man would. Jake's face turns a darker shade of red, avoiding your eyes whose brows now pinching in confusion.

"Horgoony?" You echo, pretty confident you have never heard of that strange word spoken before. Jake immediately shakes his head, panic creeping into his chest when Jungwon shows a sign of opening his mouth.

No! Do not let that orange cat speak! Jungwon only cares about his downfall!

"I feel horribly good! Yeah," Jake stammers, to hell with any logical reasoning. "Like, I feel good because we're on a road trip. But also kind of horrible because I get motion sickness sometimes."

Now that the string of the sentences has flowed out of his mouth, Jake thinks he is kind of making sense. Satisfaction blooms in his chest when you nod in understanding, because two conflicting emotions—feeling good and horrible—can exist simultaneously, right? Like the way he wants to push you from his lap and hide in the deepest part of the Sokcho forest forever but also craves to just grab your hips and pull you close and have his way with you—wait stop.

What a horrible, horny, nothing-good man you are, Sim Jaeyun.

"That does sound horrible." Jake snaps out of his thoughts when he registers your voice, nodding fervently to amplify the faux pity that he's just orchestrated.

You give him a sorry look, the one where it pulls the corners of your mouth down into a frown. Jake sighs in relief. You bought it. Thank God for his smart brain.

"Yeah. I think I'm just gonna take a nap," he adds, voice turning softer when you still look at him in concern. He feels a strange need to overexplain.

"Motion sickness happens because your eyes see one thing while your inner ears and muscles feel another. If I take a nap, it'll eliminate the visual stimuli that causes the conflict…" Jake trails off, catching himself before he could go on and on and on on why humans experience motion sickness, and possibly bore you to death. He shakes his head imperceptibly. "So—yeah. I should take a nap."

To his surprise, you only give him a warm smile. "I never knew that, Jaeyun. Then what's the correlation between motion sickness and playing your phone in a moving vehicle?"

Jake blinks behind his glasses, genuinely taken aback that you're actually listening instead of zoning out halfway through his rambling.

"Oh. Um." He clears his throat. "It's kind of the same concept. Your eyes are focused on something stationary—your phone—but your body still feels the movement of the car."

You hum softly, leaning back against him slightly, prompting him to continue. Jake immediately forgets how lungs work.

"S-So your brain gets confused because the signals don't match," he continues weakly. "Your eyes tell your brain you're sitting still, but your inner ears are like, 'No, we're moving.' It's like mixed signals, and our body doesn't like mixed signals."

His ears are warming up from how true the words are to the situation he's having with you.

"And right now you're seeing my stationary body while the car's moving," you continue with a subtle tilt of your mouth, "so you're nauseous and all dizzy now, right?"

Jake almost chokes to death. Did you know about his little problem? He blinks at you rapidly, hand itching to touch his glasses in a fit of nerves.

Oh my God. He's going to die. He's going to die and Jungwon will write 'Sim Jaeyun was a smart friend, died a horny man with a dick that never went down, a standing ovation to his contribution to Seoul National University' as his headstone epitaph. You know about it so Jake is going to die!

He stumbles with his own words. "I-I mean—It's actually—"

You give him a cheeky smile. "I'm just joking with you, Jaeyun. You're probably sick because you're having me on your lap like this."

You start digging into your front pocket, frowning when it's empty. Jake holds his breath when your hands move to your back pocket, looking for whatever it is that gets you so determined and his dick so excited whenever your finger brushes against his crotch. Jake is almost blue from not breathing.

He thinks this time he's really going to die.

"Found it!"

You offer your palm to him, where two mint candies sit idly on the soft surface. Jake's chest slowly feels lighter as air rushes in, no longer collapsing under the pressure of your searching hand accidentally brushing against him moments ago. He clears his throat.

You beam at him. "These will soothe your sickness, Jaeyunnie. Please take them."

Jake studies your face.

Do you know what you're doing to him? Was everything done on purpose, or are you really oblivious to everything?

He swallows and forces a nod, taking the candies from your palm, feeling a spark of electricity in his system when his fingers brush your skin.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You turn your back on him, resuming your conversation with Jungwon and Jay. All sweet and cotton candy, unaware of the turmoil he's going through. Jake stares at the candies in his hand, a mocking sign to his misery, and heaves out a quiet sigh. He glances at his wristwatch.

It feels like two world wars had happened but it's only been twenty minutes into the drive. An hour and forty minutes of horny torture remains for Sim Jaeyun to endure, and he's not sure if he's going to survive.

He slowly closes his eyes. Maybe sleep can help with horniness, too.

It does, but only for a moment, because Jake could swear he just blinked when you tap his shoulder a few times.

Jake blinks, half-groggy and half-alert. Did he have a wet dream of you and get hard in his unconsciousness? Is that why you woke him up?

But he's met with your apologetic face instead. "I'm sorry for waking you up," you whisper, trying not to wake other boys who are fast asleep. "But my back's sore. Can I lean on you for a moment?"

In a flash, all incoherent thoughts fly out the window. Guilt starts lodging in his chest as he realises—glancing at his watch—that you've been sitting straight for one hour. Before he knows it, Jake is already nodding at you, adjusting his seat to accommodate the new position.

"Y-Yes, you can."

God, he's such a loser. The word 'no' seems to disappear from his dictionary whenever you're around.

You reward him with an appreciative smile and waste no time to turn around and lean back softly on him. The moment your back touches his chest, Jake can feel his system kick start, a chemical reaction that he can never understand no matter how hard he studies Biology.

You physically relax into his chest. "This is so much better," you sigh, a dreamy smile on your face, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Then you tilt your head upwards to glance at him. "Is this okay for you?"

Jake hopes you can't feel how fast his heart is beating through the fabric of his shirt. The brown-haired boy nods wordlessly. "More than okay."

For a moment, you just stare at him, brilliant eyes holding his in a soft gaze. It's a silent minute full of everything unspoken, rendering him speechless and even more restless because no matter how smart he is, he could never decipher the meaning behind this look you're giving him. There's something you hide that he feels like he should know, like an open secret waiting for the right time for him to catch.

This time, Jake is even sure that you can hear his heartbeat.

Then, as if that moment never happened, you close your eyes and get comfortable.

"We should sleep, Jaeyun. Don't want you to get carsick again."

You nuzzle closer and Jake holds his breath, feeling the silky strands of your hair brushing against his jaw. His hands hover, not knowing where to land, though the pinch of your waist is where he wants to hold the most. Eventually, Jake settles on his thighs, watching the difference between his veiny hands and the smooth span of your thighs.

Is he still sleeping? Is he dreaming or are you really sleeping on his chest?

It seems that sitting in his lap really tired you out, because you're fast asleep in less than five minutes. The guilt in his chest amplifies at the sight of your closed eyes, breathing evening out as sleep overtakes your being. Jake bites his lips.

He's so shameless, napping to avoid getting turned on instead of caring for your being. He’s so horrible, worrying more about his hard-on than the fact that you’ve been uncomfortable for an hour. Jake wants to cry so bad.

Jake spends the rest of the ride watching you sleep. He fixes your hair when it falls over your face, tucking it behind your ear carefully, and then smiles to himself when he sees your pout. He blocks the sunlight with his hand when it's glaring on your skin through the window, not minding letting his hand redden from the harsh light. He instinctively holds your waist at a sharp turn, firm and secure, though he lets go just as fast as if it burns, afraid that it's not a touch you'd receive had you been conscious.

Other than the carnal desire he has suppressed for you, this road trip also makes him realise the depth of the feelings he actually harbours for you. He's so doomed. He's so doomed because in what universe would a hot, sweet, popular California girl like yourself, return back the feelings of a bland, studious, quiet Korean-Aussie boy like him?

In fictions. In another lifetime. But not in Sim Jaeyun's current universe right now.

However, the Sim Jaeyun in this universe also will never know peace.

Because just as he's getting comfortable with the you-watching routine that he just recently discovered, the road has another plan for him when Jay finally, and actually, hits a bump this time.

The first bump is a mild surprise. Jake gathers it's a small bump, one that Jay overlooks while getting excited over Bon Jovi playing on the rodeo. But the aftermath brings you settling deeper into him, pressing on him in a way that has his breath hitching. Jake holds your waist on instinct.

"Oh my God, I didn't see that," Jay mutters from the front.

Jake tries to steady his breath. That's…a shock. One that shatters the soft atmosphere he created while watching you, now replaced with the same tension he's been fighting the last hour.

Jake lets go of your waist when he assumes that it's just a one-time thing. But then the bump happens again, and instead of a solid, big one—it's shaky, like they're sliding through endless, tiny jagged rocks.

"Damn bro, this road needs fixing," Jay makes another commentary. He glances at the rearview mirror. "You good, Jake?"

Jake doesn't know what to answer. "I think I am," he mumbles, voice clipped.

Is it good that you're practically bouncing in his lap, adding more pressure with almost no interval for him to recover mentally? He thinks not. But Jay doesn't have to know that.

"We're almost there," Jungwon chimes in, navigating the map. There's a shakiness in his voice that comes from the vibration caused by the bumps. "Fifteen minutes at most. We found a shorter route just now and traffic was smooth."

Fifteen minutes.

Jake thinks he might actually die in fifteen minutes.

Another bump sends your body rocking against him softly, your sleeping face scrunching for a brief second before relaxing. His grip tightens.

Fuck.

If Jay doesn't stop the car and fix this damn road himself then he's definitely going to pop a boner soon.

Jake squeezes his eyes shut when another bump rattles through the car, and then again, and again, and again until Jake can barely separate one sensation from another anymore. Until he doesn't know where he starts and where you end anymore. You shift unconsciously, settling heavier against his chest before Jay hits another bump.

This time, Jake makes a mistake of looking down at you.

He didn't notice it before, too lost in his sappy, romantic feelings for you. But right now, it's actually so damn obvious that the angle from where he sits taller than you and you lean against him, he can easily see your cleavage past the neckline of your camisole.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The road doesn't stop shaking beneath the tires, and so does his pulse as he watches your breasts bounce with every bump that comes their way. Jake averts his eyes, so stiff and so strained, but can't help letting his gaze drift back to watch the soft mounds shake.

This is bad. This is very, very bad, and Jake is nothing but a bad fucking pervert.

A particularly rough patch of road sends the entire car jolting. Your body bounces against him harder this time, more pressure and more friction that Jake almost whimpers. He tips his head back, gulping harshly as the line of his long neck glistens with a sheen of sweat.

Inside his jeans, he can feel his cock kick.

Oh, fuck—he's definitely hard now.

Oh my fucking God.

"This is the last one, promise!"

Jake doesn't even register Jay's words, or the way your head hits his jaw from impact, because his internal system is flooded with horny-filled panic. He can feel it: his dick twitching and getting semi-hard from the continuous stimulation from your bouncing. He doesn't even realise that he's now clawing at his own thighs, seeking strength that could neutralise his blooming lust, or that you are finally awake.

"Are we almost there?" You ask groggily, blissfully unaware of the raging boner forming under your ass. You sit up when the coastal view greets your blurry vision, mouth gaping in awe.

"Oh, wow!" You gasp, always excited to visit Sokcho no matter how many times you've been there. "It's beautiful as always!"

The road is smooth now, but Jake's final torture arrives in the form of you bouncing, excitedly and consciously, in his lap. You wiggle in enthusiasm, urging Jungwon to pass your phone that's been charging at the front to take some pictures and send it to the family groupchat.

"Jungwon, Jaeyun, look at those seagulls!"

Jake is seeing no seagulls. He's only seeing white hot, painful pleasure as you move in his lap, his brain dissolving into useless static. His fingers twitch, itching to grab your waist and force you to stay still, but you're so excited that he almost didn't have the heart to do it.

"Did you see that?" You lean to the window, and then shift happily when you spot kites in the sky. "We should do that too! Hey, Jay, do you think you can—"

Jake finally has had enough.

The restraint that he's been holding onto finally breaks like a taut wire getting cut. His hands snap to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, hips almost bucking up from the delicious friction alone. His lips drop to the shell of your ears, hot, ragged breath brushing the sensitive skin as his voice lowers an octave.

"Y/N," Jake licks his dry lips, the tip of his tongue peeking through. He watches with dark eyes as the hair on your neck stands straight under his unforgiving proximity.

"Stop fucking moving."

And that's the moment you feel it.

A bulge, hard and rigid and big, poking your ass from where you rest in his lap.

Oh my fucking God.

Sim Jaeyun is hard.

You freeze, breath hitching.

Neither of you dare to move. Not even your excitement of being back to your uncle's beach house, or Jay's questioning look from where you cut your sentence, can bring you to move. No.

You couldn't, not when Jake's hard dick is nudging at you right now, so tangible and unmistakably his.

The brown-haired boy is still panting in your ear, shooting tingles through your system. His grip on your waist is almost bruising, like he's trying very, very hard to hold back from overstepping lines that shouldn't be overstepped.

You hadn't meant for this to happen. Sure, Jake is fun to tease. That boy is all broken words and nervous glances whenever you're in his proximity, and it can't be helped when he blushes prettily too.

You just can't stop yourself from seeking his attention in your own way, because aside from being a pretty boy, Jake is also such a sweetheart and so, so smart. And in an age where intellligence is a scarcity, you absolutely adore smart guys.

Especially the one who isn't condescending and is actually eager to help people like him.

So, really—you hadn't meant for this to happen. Offering to become the one without a seat is a decision you made when you consider yourself to be lighter than most of the guys, but offering to sit in Jake's lap is definitely a decision born from personal bias. You kind of knew what it would cause—seeing how stiff and awkward Jake had been—but you let it go halfway through when the soreness in your back outweighs your desire to tease.

Which has now brought you to this situation.

The car's still moving like nothing happened, and the boys are slowly stirring to life one by one. Everything is normal, except for the nails digging into your waist and the deep timbre in your ear.

You swallow harshly, not daring to move. Jake is so close, so close that you can feel every movement of his chest. You sit still in his hold, trying not to wince from how hard he's gripping your hips, and how hot you find the situation is.

His dick, despite no movement is being made, only hardens further. Jake gasps almost imperceptibly, almost matching the way your breath leaves your mouth when you notice, again, just how big he is.

Fuck. Fuck, that's so hot. Sim Jaeyun is so hot and you can feel yourself slowly getting turned on.

Without any warning, as if driven by an invisible force that urges to look at him, you finally turn around.

And Jake looks absolutely wrecked.

Beads of sweat dot on his forehead, the furrow of his eyebrows showing restraint and constraint. His lips are red from how hard he's biting them, and his previously clean, smooth glasses are now fogged up and hazy. His eyes, glazed over with tamed lust, lock into yours, half-lidded and dark.

A breath catches in your throat.

This is not the Jaeyun you know.

Or, more accurately, this is not the Jaeyun he usually shows.

This is another side of him, like seeing Jake wearing short-sleeves and showing his arms for the first time. Gone are his round, puppy eyes, now replaced with this narrowed, slit gaze that makes you shiver under his heated stare. He used to be so nervous around you, and you can feel that he's nervous now, too, but his pent-up sexual frustration seems to outweigh any rational daily-Jake thoughts.

This is still Sim Jaeyun. Just a different, never-before-seen side of Sim Jaeyun.

"Are we finally there?" Riki, the last one to awaken, stretches beside the two of you. You don't even notice that the car has pulled up into the driveway of Jay's ridiculously huge beach house from how piercing Jake's gaze is holding your eyes captive now.

Jake bites his lips, the fog in his head slowly clearing up now that the car has stopped. As if snapping out of a daze, he quickly maneuvers you into Riki's lap instead, showcasing his strength that he often hides. The latter yelps at the sudden weight and grabs your waist on instinct, before Jake darts out of the car without looking back.

"Sim Jaeyun! Bring your own fucking luggage!" Jay shouts from the car boot, but the brown-haired boy has already disappeared behind the door.

You sit, stunned in silence, still frozen and unable to speak. Not until Riki nudges at you, Heeseung and Sunoo impatiently asking the both of you to move so that they can get out.

"Are you okay, noona? Is hyung okay?"

You nod. You give the youngest a strained smile as you slowly move out of his lap and out of the car, careful not to start another war of hormones.

"We're okay."

The lie tastes bitter on your tongue.

Jake is avoiding you.

It's a foreseeable aftermath. It's inevitable. But it pains you regardless.

It gets to the point where he straight up refuses sitting next to you at dinner, which raises some eyebrows and teasing from the boys. But you know better.

He is deliberately avoiding you.

It frustrates you, really. Because every summer, it is your thing with Jake to sit in silence in the morning and read at the porch, enjoying the sunrise over wordless, comfortable silence. But now he purposely sleeps in, waking up later than usual, leaving you alone in the cold of dawn, your paperback copy of The Inheritance Games left untouched on your thighs.

At movie nights, he'll be the last one to join, just to see where you sit first to avoid being near you. He'll become extra quiet when you speak, acting like the floor is more interesting than your face, not even sparing you a glance.

And your patience is wearing thin. Almost thinner than the bikini you're wearing right now.

Fine. He can ignore you all he wants, act like he didn't just pop a boner after letting you sit in his lap. He can pretend like you never affected him, pretend like nothing happened, but one thing you know is that Jake could never betray his attraction for you.

So, be fucking it. You don't care if it's petty to pick the skimpiest bikini you own today, the one in hot pink that always contours the line of your cleavage, perfectly bunching up your tits and making them look rounder. The one that you know will drive Jake crazy from how bouncy your ass looks, basically confirmed when his eyes can't seem to stop trailing after you even after you dive into the pool.

You come to the surface with a gaping mouth, letting the water slide down the lines on your body, and make no show of hiding yourself from looking straight at Jake.

That coward has the nerves to look away after staring at you like a touch-deprived teenager.

"Is Sim Jaeyun single?"

The reason why you always agree to join the all-boys road trip is because it's not exactly all-boys. There are girls who live nearby. Girls you're acquainted with from how often you follow your cousin to his beach house every summer. Spoiled rich girls whose parents come from the same tax bracket as your and Jay's family.

And one of those girls is shamelessly checking Jake out now, hungry eyes drinking in the way his wet, long-sleeved shirt sticks to his torso, outlining the faint lines of his abdomen that he never shows. She's sitting on the edge of the pool, feet-dipping while you take a break from your swim.

You narrow your eyes, an ugly spark of jealousy blooming in your chest. You don't like the implication of the question, and you absolutely hate the way she's looking at him now.

"Don't even think about it."

Your neighbour only shrugs and continues her eye-fucking. "He's so my type. So nerdy, so smart. I wonder how he'll look like without the glasses?"

You will poke her eyes before she gets the chance to. "Use your own imagination," you hiss, almost bitter when you realise that you also have barely seen him without his glasses.

Jake has sensitive eyes that react badly to contact lenses, which explains his preference for thick glasses than going out without them. Even now, when everyone is fooling around Jay's enormous pool, his thick, black-rimmed glasses perch on the bridge of his tall nose—the nose you hope you can put into good use one day.

The girl only hums, half-listening to you. She sighs dreamily. "I can't believe that I have his number."

At this point, the jealousy has turned so ugly you're actually seeing green. Or red. Or whatever that Cortis song sounds like. "You have his number?"

She finally pays attention to you. "Yeap! I asked him yesterday. I don't know what I should say to start the conversation though," she pouts, glancing back at Jake who's now sitting on the side with Sunghoon, sipping on coconut water. "Should I ask him if I can join dinner at your house tonight?"

Jake gave his number to her?

You grit your teeth. The hurt has materialised into a knife, twisting in your chest in a sharp pain disguised in jealousy. So, while Jake's been avoiding you like a fucking plague, he's been spending his time giving away his number to any curious girl? He's been talking with other girls while leaving you with radio silence, one that you didn't deserve because it was him who popped that boner?!

You are the one who's supposed to ignore him—not the other way around!

What a fucking loser.

You can't stop the bitterness from leaking through your voice when you finally speak.

"It's me and Jay that you should ask—not Sim Jaeyun. And no, you cannot join dinner at my house tonight."

You leave her dumbfounded by the pool, seething in anger that the water on your skin could steam from the heat alone. You march to the slide doors, giving Jake and Sunghoon the nastiest side-eye you could ever give when the latter calls out to you, and slam the door behind.

Whatever. Or not whatever. Sim Jaeyun is a fucking pervert and a jerk and a coward, and stupidly hot while being so oblivious to how hot he actually is. Whatever! You don't care.

You don't care that he barely speaks a word to you. You don't care that he leaves any room you walk into. You don't care that he's flirting with other girls and giving away his number willingly when you had his on default for being Jay's younger cousin, and from Jay himself at that.

The corner of your eyes burn.

You wish you didn't care.

You're ignoring Jake.

Jake knows this the moment you no longer come to the porch to read. Instead, every morning is now spent in the garden with Jungwon, tending to Jay's mom's flowers. After, you'll brew some hibiscus tea that you pluck from the garden and share it with Sunoo and Riki.

And when he walks into the kitchen to get some food, you no longer meet his eyes, or save that apple that he knows you know he likes to eat for breakfast. You let Heeseung eat all of them! It's so—so unfair, because he likes apples and you know it!

It sends Jake to the end of a cliff. Why are you suddenly being like this?

His sanity is stretching thin as he tries to work his brain. Why the sudden change? Is it because of his silence? But he's just embarrassed to face you! Or—did you find out about it?

Genuine horror floods his mind when he thinks, oh no, you must've realised how disgusting he truly is. How dirty-minded and perverted he is, that every day he has to take cold showers three times a day whenever he catches a glimpse of you.

You in your sleepwear. You in your casual shirt. You in shorts.

You in bikini.

Jake has fallen out of any point of salvation, because God, could any man get this horny just from a mere look? In the back of his mind, he knows it's the image of you sitting in his lap that ignited the beginning of his undoing, but the continuous hard-on he gets whenever he's around you is definitely, entirely on him.

And Jake, oh so sweet Jake, doesn't dare touch himself to the thought of you. No. He'd rather leave his balls blue, take cold showers every morning, every evening, and every night, and let his dick go from standing tall like a national anthem was being played to becoming flaccid under the cold water without any action. He doesn't even have the guts to touch his own fucking dick, the guilt blocking him from doing anything to relieve himself.

So—did you find out about it? Because if you did, then Jake could understand the cold shoulders you're giving him.

But Jake is a mere man—maybe a bit perverted, and a bit too horny despite his image, so he couldn't stop himself from getting hard the moment he sees you walking into the living room in nothing but an oversized white tee that falls off your shoulder. He grabs the nearest cushion and places it on top of his crotch, blood already rushing south when he sees the strap of your black bra.

This is why he has to go to church sometimes; to balance everything out. Because Einstein never talked about the solution or formula to cure men's (Jake's) sexual desires that seem endless. And sexual desires that come from seeing a strap of a bra alone.

Whatever it is, Jake's soul has almost left his body, already tuning out of his surroundings. He doesn't even realise that Jay and Riki are wrestling for the TV remote, and accidentally sending said remote flying onto the floor just a few feet away from him.

He only comes to when you stand in front of him, back facing him, and bend over to pick up the remote.

You. Bend. Over. In. Front. Of. Him.

In a second, Jake has a full view of your ass. The shirt rides up slightly, revealing white shorts that stretches across the round flesh as you bend over to reach the remote and Jake feels like he's brought back to the car when he was fighting demons as you unintentionally ground his crotch with every movement.

His grip on the cushion tightens, head dizzy from the way you practically shove your butt in his face.

Jake releases a shaky exhale.

He can see the outline of your panties and wonders if it matches your black bra.

And he can see the outline of his doomed future if he stays in the living room any longer.

"Whose turn is it to pick the movie?" You casually ask, now straightening up as if you just didn't flash Jake with your perky ass.

"Jake hyung," Jungwon replies from the center of the long couch, carding his hand through Sunoo's silky hair, the blonde who's now laying down his head on his lap. "It's his turn."

Your face remains expressionless as you turn to the glasses boy. But instead of taking the remote from your hand, Jake stands up, avoiding eye contact and clutching the cushion tight over his crotch.

"I-I suddenly feel sick! Gonna skip tonight's movie, bye!"

Then he flees the living room, leaving behind six confused men and one very angry, very upset girl.

Jake thinks he deserves a medal for surviving the living room.

Or perhaps an exorcism.

The moment his bedroom door clicks shut behind him, Jake drops the cushion onto the floor and drags both hands down his face with a groan. His glasses nearly fall off his nose in the process.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

He paces once across the room, then twice.

Outside, he can still hear the muffled sounds of the movie downstairs—Riki yelling dramatically at a character, Sunoo complaining about spoilers, Jay laughing too loudly. Normal sounds. Normal people.

Meanwhile Jake feels like he's one accidental glimpse of your shoulder away from committing a crime.

His eyes squeeze shut.

That white shirt.

The black bra strap.

The way you bent over in front of him so casually, completely unaware that Jake nearly ascended right there on Jay's living room couch.

"Fuck," he whispers weakly to himself.

Jake drops onto the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees.

Maybe he should take another cold shower. That would make four today.

"I should sleep," he mutters to himself, breath shaky. "S-Sleep can help with motion sickness and horniness."

With a newfound resolution, he turns off the lamp and settles under the blanket. His movement is stiff and awkward, overly aware of the tent straining his shorts. Once he pulls the blanket over his chest, Jake closes his eyes, forcing sleep into his system.

Only, the image of you swimming in your hot pink bikini flashes behind his eyelids.

"No, stop. Not that," he whispers, brows scrunching in protest. He shakes his head, as if physically removing the image away, and tries again.

This time, the image of you in his lap comes back, stripped down to heated skin and soft breaths, your body moving against his in ways that make his stomach twist.

His eyes fly open. The image is so clear and vivid, thanks to his photographic memory and insane imagination—the very thing that's been saving him in the academic department now serving as the tool that brings him to his downfall.

His cock twitches involuntarily.

"N-No," he pants, chest moving rapidly. He grips the edge of the blanket, knuckles turning white. "I—Stop—"

Then he remembers just now: you bent over, giving him a delicious access to his ass-shaped sufferings, and Jake almost whimpers from the flashback alone.

The room rises in temperature, the air conditioner doing nothing to tone down the feverish lust spreading through his body. Jake finally relents and discards the blanket, glasses all fogged up as he stares at the bulge under his shorts.

"I'm sorry," he whimpers, slipping off his shorts and boxers until they bunch up around his knees. "I'm so fucking sorry."

His cock springs free, standing tall in the dimness of his room. The tip glistens, already drooling with precum that shows no sign of stopping. With shaky hands, hesitance still edging around his lust, Jake finaly touches himself.

He has to bite down hard on his lips to muffle the sound threatening to escape. His hand stutters, the feeling of finally rubbing some relief after days of holding back comes crashing down on him. His head spins from how heavy his cock is in his hold, veins protuding like they're going to combust.

He slowly starts moving his hand, lathering up precum to ease the glide. His head tips back, a strangled sound catches behind his throat.

"Oh, God," his head spins, sparks of lust bursting at the tip of his fingers. "Oh, fuck—"

Through his hazy gaze of the blurry lenses, Jake tightens his grip slightly. A moan escapes his lips at the force, his cock only getting heavier in his hand. He plays with the mushroom tip of his dick, thumbing the slit and hissing when it sends pleasure up his spine.

"Ngh—" his eyes squeeze shut, brain putting up pieces of his memory of you. His body jerks when the rough pad of his thumb touches the underside of his cock, and as if on cue, the image of your jiggly breasts inside the car flashes behind his closed eyes.

"Fuck—Y/N," Jake sobs, picking up his pace. His wrist turns and flicks, biceps flexing hard at the speed he's going. Guilt starts accumulating inside his chest the more he thinks of you, of your voice, of your gaze, of your scent—but guilt isn't enough to stop Jake from chasing his own release.

"'So sorry," he chokes, letting go of his bottom lip, bitten-red and swollen. He imagines it was your hand instead of his, smaller and softer, with those manicured nails that he loves so much. How tiny your hand would look around his hard dick, trying to grip his length in its fully erect state.

Jake isn't inexpereinced. He's had his own fair share of sexcapades with a few people, and he's always been told that he's bigger than average. The big dick that he hides under his pants, further concealed by his nervous persona that only certain girls find cute.

But seeing his state right now, Jake thinks he's the furthest thing from cute.

He's pathetic.

Pathetic and gross and disgusting, feeling bad for jerking off to the thoughts of you but still unable to retract his hand and stop. The sound of his cries that he fails to hide fills up the space, and for the first time in days he's very glad that he won paper-rock-scissors during room assignment.

"Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he chants, mouth gaping open when he can feel himself close. His wrist is already tired and numb from the relentless pace he's set, the slick sound of his sinful act matching the roar of his blood rushing in his ears.

"Please, please, 'm gonna cum," he sobs, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. His hips lift off the mattress. "Please—"

"Do not fucking cum, Sim Jaeyun."

Jake's entire body locks up.

His wrist stills immediately, pleasure crashing into horror so fast it makes his stomach twist. For a second, he genuinely thinks his heart stops beating.

The room goes dead silent except for his ragged breathing.

Through fogged-up lenses and teary eyes, Jake stares at you standing by the door, unable to process the fact that you're actually here.

That you heard him.

That you saw him.

Oh my fucking God.

His hand jerks away from himself like he’s been burned, chest heaving violently as he scrambles to sit up straighter. The blanket tangles around his legs from how abruptly he moves.

"I—"

Nothing comes out.

Jake has never felt this level of humiliation before.

Not when he failed his chemistry olympiad in tenth grade. Not when he tripped in front of his entire lecture hall. Not even when Jungwon found his hidden Pokémon card collection at nineteen.

This is worse. So much worse.

Because it's you.

You, standing there in that oversized white shirt slipping off your shoulder again, eyes dark and unreadable as you look at him sprawled across the bed like something shameful.

Jake feels sick. His face burns so hot he thinks he might actually pass out.

"S-Sorry," he chokes out instinctively, because apologising is the only thing his brain knows how to do right now. "I didn't—I wasn't—I—"

His voice cracks miserably.

Jake is going to cry.

What should he even say in this situation? Sorry that you caught him jerking off to you? Sorry that he's such a nerd, such a loser that the only time he could talk smoothly with you was when he was defining what motion sickness was, but never had the courage to tell you how much he likes you and how much you affect me? Sorry that he's such a pervert that he thinks of you in positions way too inappropriate to be just friends?

The weight of his arousal sits heavy against his thigh, a testament to a newfound, lifelong embarrassment that he'll carry to his grave.

Jake squirms under your heated gaze, and quickly covers his crotch with his blanket when you slip into his bedroom wordlessly. The door clicks shut, the sound amplified by the heavy silence hanging in the air. His body tenses up.

Oh my God—he messed up, didn't he? Jake hangs his head low in shame, tears gathering along his lashlines.

"I'm sorry—I didn't mean to…"

His vision turns blurry. Fuck, you must hate him now.

"I-It's wrong—I know that—I'm sorry—ah!"

Jake looks up in surprise when your bold hand cups his erection. There's angry lines in your forehead, a sneer on your mouth, but the nasty look you're giving him does nothing to soothe down his arousal.

If anything, twisted as it is—it turns him on even more.

"Couldn't even look me in the eye downstairs," you begin, "but you here you are, jerking off to me like I wouldn't find out?"

The venom in your voice hurts him. You're being mean with your words, and it hurts his feelings but Jake couldn't care less. His mind is a messy jumbles of guilt and pleasure and shame, so all he does is cry and shake his head.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N—"

"Are you really sorry?" you tighten your grip on his cock, one knee dipping into the mattress. "Your dick doesn't seem sorry though."

Jake wants to cry—oh, he's already crying. His hand curls into the sheets beneath him, unable to form coherent words when you start rocking the heel of your palm on his hard-on. The friction from the blanket and the pressure from your hand only spark electric pleasure through his system.

Within seconds, Jake is all hard again—even harder than before.

"Tell me, Jaeyunnie. Did all of this happen because I sat in your lap?"

Jake whimpers pathetically. You knew. Of course you knew. You're not only hot and pretty and kind, you're also smart like him, so in tune with your surroundings. You're a little mean right now, but it's okay because Jake believes that he deserves this after avoiding you without any explanation.

"Answer me, Sim Jaeyun."

"Yes," he croaks, shame burning his face red. His eyes screw shut. The admission sets his being on fire, skin flushed from embarrassment. "O-Oh, God, y-yes."

He cracks one eye open when you don't reply. Instead, he's met with your fiery gaze. The edges have softened with lust, like you're also affected by this, but you're good at keeping your control.

Unlike him, who's unraveling like a loose thread under your touch alone.

Jake almost whines when you retract your hand, but the sound is muffled with a gasp when you yank the blanket open. He instinctively closes his crotch area with his hands, but you're fast to slap his wrists away.

"I'm so pissed off, Jaeyun," you mutter, swinging your leg over his thighs so now you're straddling him. You fix him with your sharp eyes, hand finding his dick again.

"You've been acting like we're strangers and it hurts me so bad."

Jake's mouth hangs open as you gather his precum and start working your wrist around his cock. His brain barely registers your words, too lost in a cloud of lust, but when he finally processes it, he desperately shakes his head.

He wants to apologise again and again and again, because he is truly sorry—he didn't know how affected you were. How could he not, when you're always described as everything out of his league, but he's always described as everything that doesn't fit your type?

"I'm sorry, I was just—fuck—just ashamed—" he gasps, hips bucking into your touch. "Didn't mean to—t-to hurt y—ngh, Y/N, faster please."

You coo at him, feigning sympathy as you set a ruthless pace on his cock. Jake is big—something that isn't a surprise anymore since that day you sat in his lap—but the sheer size of him is enough to make your mouth water and your panties damp.

Damn these nerdy boys. Acting all shy and innocent when they have this monstrousity hiding behind those ugly glasses.

"Faster? You wanna cum, Jaeyunnie?" you tilt your head. Jake nods frantically. "I don't think you deserve it, though. Why not ask from those girls you gave your number to?"

Something sharp twists in his stomach. Jake's eyes fly open, almost cowering when you give him a distasteful look. He grabs your arms desperately and shakes his head.

"N-No! She asked me first—" you put more pressure and Jake damn near loses his mind. "—said she needs—help—w-with Physi—cs—"

You roll your eyes. It's that easy to fool him? Can't he see the way those girls fuck him with their eyes? Without waiting for his sentence to finish, you sink down and take him in your mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Jake screams, accidentally thrusting up his hips. He bites his lips, glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose as you take him deeper, tracing the line of his veins with your sinful tongue. "Oh, Y/N—please."

You hum around his length, tongue swirling as you hollow your cheeks to deepen the suction. Jake nearly busts from that alone, mind melting into a puddle of your name, the wet heat of your mouth serving as a better pleasure than his own hand.

You start bobbing your head up and down, marveling in the way the weight of his dick sits on your tongue. He's so big that you're so close to choking, but you don't care. You need to remind Jake how stupid he's been acting and how stupid he is if he thinks that you were not just as attracted toward him.

Jake sobs into his hands, hips jerking with every touch of his tip hitting the back of your throat. His head is getting dizzier, he can feel the coil in his stomach getting tighter and he knows that anytime soon, he will come undone on your skillful tongue.

But just as he's about to reach that high, you let go of him with a pop.

"No!" Jake whines, tears sliding down his cheeks. You're so mean. "P-Please let me cum."

"Not yet, nerdy boy." You mutter, red lips slick with saliva and precum. Jake can only sob, dick throbbing in need and desperation.

This is the punishment he deserves for being a jerk. He knows that, but he can't seem to stop crying. God, he's so pathetic.

Then he feels movement on his thighs. He blinks through the foggy lenses and lets out a breathless moan when you lift up your shirt and shorts and discard them away, leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and panties. His mouth starts salivating at the display of your beautiful body, and Jake swears he almost cums when he sees that you're indeed wearing black panties.

Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just as he imagined—God, you're so perfect he wants to kiss you.

But instead of a kiss, you push his at his chest instead. "Lie down."

And like the obedient puppy that he is, Jake follows your word, carefully descending his back onto the mattress. He's still sniffling from the previous denial, but now it's mixed with anticipation of what's to come when you hover above him.

You trace a gentle finger along the tall bridge of his nose, a barely-there touch that makes him shiver. With a slow tap on the tip of his nose, you finally speak.

"Did anyone ever ride your nose, Jaeyunnie?"

H-His nose?

Girls always compliment his nose, but he's never given it many thoughts as to why they did that. "N-No. Never."

There's a wicked smile on your face as you stand on your knees. Jake watches with a mouth gaping open as you make a show of shimmying down your panties, painfully and traitorously slowly that he almost rips it with his hand.

"Ah, what a shame," you sigh dreamily. "Guess I have to be the first one then."

Once your panties are out of the picture, Jake is instanly hit with a wave of your arousal. Your pussy glistens under the moonlight, soaked with slick and dripping with need. Jake inhales shakily, stopping himself from darting out his tongue to get a taste.

Fuck. He's sure he has actually died in the car and this is heaven because not even in his wildest dream did he get to have you like this.

Too lost in his reverie, Jake belatedly notices that you have removed his glasses. Despite your mean words and your mean actions, the caresses of your thumb on his cheeks are so gentle that he thinks he's hallucinating.

"You're so handsome, Jaeyun," you murmur. "But I bet you'll look better buried between my thighs."

You give him no time to recover from your crude words when you slowly move to straddle his head. Then, with a hand in his hair, you descend, letting the tip of his nose nudge at your clit.

And oh my fucking God—you smell so divine.

"Ah, Jaeyunnie," you moan, rocking your hips slowly to test the waters. "Your nose feels so good."

You sound even more divine. Jake's eyes roll to the back, savouring the way your sinful moans fall on his ears as you use his nose to get off. The bridge of his nose slides through your folds—wet and sticky and so sweet that he can't get enough of it.

Jake wraps his arms around your thighs to give you support, and another moan escapes your lips upon seeing his veiny arms around your supple skin. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, groaning despite your cunt suffocating him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure to your system.

"Ngh—Jaeyun—"

He can't breathe, and he can't hear properly from how hard you're clamping his head with your legs, but he can't deny that this is the best way to die. Being suffocated by your leaking pussy sounds like a dream death compared to dying in Jay's old SUV.

You keep your rhythm, rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your clit on his nose and dragging your folds on the tall bridge until the sharp tip of his nose catches at your hole. The grip you have in his hair hurts his scalp, but everything is worth the pain when Jake can watch you fall apart on his face, his own cock pulsing with a trembling need to cum.

"Ah—ah—Jaeyun oppa—"

Fuck. Fuck that sacred nickname.

The dynamics between you two often makes Jake forget the fact that he is indeed older than you. Coming from the States, it's uncommon for you to address people with such honorifics.

But right now, using that very honorific against him ignites something inside him; a carnal desire that's been thrumming low in his guts, waiting to be unleashed.

This time, Jake barely stops himself from stealing a taste. He darts out his tongue, prodding your hole with the tip, and hums in satisfaction when your stance falters slightly.

"Don't," you hiss, but there's no heat in it. Jake takes it as a sign to continue, licking more into your weeping cunt until your pace turns sloppy.

He doesn't care. You're probably gonna be so mad at him and punish him more, but whatever it is you have prepared can wait. Right now, Jake is having the best pussy of his life—barely breathing but still eating so, so fucking well.

"Jaeyun—stop—"

"No," Jake protests when you try to get up, pulling you down until the full weight of your body rests on his face.

Oh God, choking on pussy has never felt so good.

"Sim Jaeyun!" You squirm, feeling the stirring inside your belly getting wilder. Despite your weak attempts, your hips keeps grinding on his nose, showing no signs of stopping. You throw your head back.

You knew his nose would be the best thing to ride on, but hearing the slurps of your slick and his saliva—the sinful noises of him feasting on your cunt—makes you almost regret not letting him eat you out first.

"Ngh—Jaeyun—I'm close—"

Jake pulls your hips harder, letting you grind your clit on the tip of his nose as his tongue pushes into your hole mercilessly. You let out a high-pitched scream, muscles pulling tight at his ministrations. The double stimulations are fast pushing you over the edge.

Soon, white hot pleasure crashes into you, your vision turning black momentarily. It's so blurry and messy that you haven't realised that you've been screaming his name raw, hips unrelenting to chase the high. Jake swallows every drop of your sweet nectar, moaning into your spasming hole as he licks it clean.

Fuck. He's already desperate to have another round.

When you come down from your orgasm, hair matted to your forehead, you look down at him furiously.

"Let me go! I told you not to do it!" You attempt to sit up, but Jake doesn't let go, shaking his head with a pout. His nose and chin are drenched with your release, it's so sinful and filthy and you can't lie that you like seeing him so wrecked and fucked over like this.

"Can I have more? Please," he begs, kissing your inner thigh unhurriedly. He's already so addicted to the taste of you, Jake thinks he's gonna die if he doesn't have another fill. "I'll be so good to you, Y/N. Wanna eat you out so bad."

You grit your teeth, pushing away the temptation to save your pride. "No. Get up, Jaeyun."

But Jake is stubborn. He's so desperate to have more of you that he doesn't mind if he's leaving his own cock neglected and balls blue. "Please, I need it bad," he nudges at your pussy with his finger, pupils blown wide at the strings of sticky cum decorating your folds. "Fuck, please, Y/N, I want to eat you out."

"I said get up, Jaeyun."

"Y/N—"

"Jake."

The sharpness in your voice cuts through the haze instantly.

Jake stills immediately.

The desperation in his eyes flickers into something softer, more uncertain, like a scolded puppy finally realising he’s crossed a line. His grip on your thighs loosens at once, chest rising and falling hard beneath you.

The sound of his English name on your tongue feels foreign and almost painful, because it lacks the usual warmth and intimacy that your 'Jaeyun' usually holds. Yet, something inside him pulses harder, liking the change more than he'd like to admit.

“S-Sorry,” he whispers automatically, voice rough. “I just…”

He doesn’t even know how to explain it. How could he? That hearing you moan his name made him lose every coherent thought in his brain? That he’s spent days trying to stay away from you only to end up here, beneath you, completely ruined anyway?

You study him for a long moment before finally shifting off his face.

“Sit up.”

Jake obeys instantly.

The movement is clumsy and needy. His hair is a mess, lips swollen, face still flushed from lack of oxygen and desire. Without his glasses, his eyes look unbearably open like this—too honest, too vulnerable.

You cup his jaw gently, the touch losing its cruelty. Jake melts into it.

"There he is," you murmur softly, fixing his bangs that are obscuring his eyesight.

Jake can feel his heart stutter traitorously. This version of you—tender and sweet—a glimpse of the usual-you, is always more dangerous than any teasing.

Wordlessly, you tug at his shirt, and Jake obediently holds up his arms to let you peel away the fabric. Your eyes flick downward, amusement tugging at your lips.

"You know," you start, fingers trailing slowly down his sculpted chest, "for someone who acted terrified of touching me in the car…"

He groans softly, already embarrassed.

"…You were pretty damn desperate down there, Jaeyun."

His face burns hotter. Fine, he's just a touch-starved man, desperate for you in every way possible. But how could he not? Have you even looked at yourself?

"I-I can't help it…" His eyes drop to your lips. "You tasted so good."

A breathy chuckle escapes you, quiet and fond. But to Jake's ears, he's already hearing the wedding bells chime.

And suddenly the humiliation twisting in his chest eases into something warmer when you climb into his lap again, turning slowly until your back presses against his chest.

The exact same position. That fucking position in the car that has his mind on an endless frenzy that he thinks he was genuinely getting crazy.

Jake goes completely still beneath you.

“Oh,” you whisper, settling against him deliberately. “Now you’re quiet again?”

His hands hover uncertainly near your hips, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you.

“You’re mean,” he mumbles weakly against your shoulder. You laugh, one hand patting his hair as the other one aligning his neglected cock on your entrance.

"But I know you like it, Jaeyunnie."

At the same time you presses on the nickname, you sink onto his cock slowly, letting the bulbous head of his length spear you open.

The both of you moan simultaneously. Jake's hands find puchase on your waist, trying his best to stop from manhandling you to just fucking bounce on his dick and letting you adjust. You, on the other hand, let the stretch burn, your walls spasming to accommodate his length.

"S-So big," you stutter, taking him inch by inch. Jake drops his head on your shoulder, his own breathing ragged. "So—full—"

When he finally fits inside you to the brim, you let out a long, drawn-out moan. He fills you up so good that you can feel every vein against your walls, every pulse kissing your insides. It's a dizzying experience that prompts you to start moving your hips.

Jake’s fingers dig into your waist, trembling.

Not because he wants to stop you.

Because he’s trying so hard not to lose himself completely.

The position alone is enough to send him spiraling—your back against his chest, your body in his lap exactly like the car ride, except now there’s no seatbelt digging into his side, no boys teasing from the front seat, no restraint left between the two of you.

Just you and him.

And the devastating realisation that you wanted him too.

Jake lets out a broken sound against your shoulder when you move again, his forehead falling against your skin. His entire body feels feverish, overwhelmed by too much sensation and too many emotions crashing into him at once.

"Wasn't this what got you so hard, Jaeyunnie?" You pant between breathless moans. "Me in your lap, bouncing on your cock like this?"

"Ngh—" A strangled noise escapes his throat. Jake watches with bated breath as your hands find the clasp of your bra and finally let the two soft mounds free. Now, he badly wants you to turn around, eager to relive the scene of your bouncy breasts in Jay's car.

"Did you not—ah—crave this?"

You arch your back, pleasure tingling every nerves as his cock drags against your walls. Jake feels his dick throb inside your hole, the same position that ruined him now had him completely at your mercy.

"S-So tight," he whimpers, mouth falling open at the way you clench around his cock and roll your hips. "S-So fucking tight, Y/N, fuck."

Jake clings onto you desperately, bucking his hips to chase your movement. But you hold down a firm hand on his thigh, completely in charge.

"Don't," you warn, grinding down on him in a way that makes your ass ripple. "Or I'll get up and leave."

Jake freezes instantly.

The warning slices straight through him, sharp and effective. His hands tighten on your waist, but he forces his hips back against the mattress despite every instinct screaming at him to chase you harder.

“O-Okay,” he breathes quickly. “Okay. Sorry.”

God, he sounds wrecked.

You can feel the way his thighs tremble beneath yours, the strain in his breathing every time you move your hips slowly against him. Jake drops his forehead between your shoulder blades with a weak groan, like simply holding himself back is physically painful.

"I'm still mad at you," you murmur. You roll your hips again, faster this time, and Jake nearly whimpers into your shoulder. His jaw clenches so hard he might pop a vessel.

"Are you sure you're not the one—" you moan, your thighs burning from how fast you're exerting yourself. The wet sound of skin hitting skin starts getting louder the harder you slam down your hips. "The one who's being—mean?"

Jake sobs into your skin, half-regretting, half-dizzy. The tight heat of your cunt pulses and flutters around his dick and he genuinely feels horrible for only thinking using his other head now.

Even so, he still manages to apologise again. "I'm s-sorry—"

You clench around him on purpose. Jake digs his nails deeper. "Fuck—"

"Stop fucking apologising," you seethe, voice trembling as you feel your release getting near. "Delete her number or I'll sit in Sunghoon's lap when we get back to Seoul."

There's no bite in your threat. It's just a spur-of-the-moment kind of things, one that you say just to rile him up.

But Jake takes your words like a verdict. He snakes an arm around your waist, lips worshipping your skin in desperate, wet kisses.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, darling," he begs, tears clinging to his lashes. He bites his lips in an attempt to stop himself from moaning because he's so, so close. "I will block her. Fuck—I will delete her number. P-Please don't sit with S-Sunghoon—"

His speech is interrupted by a high-pitched whine. Jake hasn't come all night, he's nothing more than a thread waiting to snap. The moment you bounce harder and faster, the supple skin of your butt jiggling wilder, Jake can feel that he's about to come.

"Y/N—ah—p-puh—lease—" he whimpers, voice scratching at his throat. "'M close, 'm g-gonna cum—"

But he should've known that you're so, so mean.

The moment you lift off his cock, Jake genuinely sobs out loud, thrashing under you.

"No! No, please—" he chokes, hiding his crying face behind his hands, too shattered when his orgasm being denied again. "Please, no—I wanna cum, please."

You turn around and the sight of him—red-faced, wet cheeks, lips trembling—it softens your heart. You quickly pull his wrists and rest his hands on your hips, your own cupping his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby," you shush him, blowing kisses to the tip of his nose as you take him again. Jake whimpers quietly. "I'm so sorry—I'll let you cum this time, hm?"

Jake weakly nods, then lets out a soft moan at the familiar feeling of your walls enveloping him. You move again, already sore, but you no longer have it in you to torture your poor, poor Jaeyun. This time, you immediately begin with a fast pace, giving him a show of your tits bouncing with every thrust.

"Ah—fuck—Jaeyunnie—" you bite your lips, expression so erotic that it has the brown-haired boy drooling. "Glasses—like you better with glasses."

Jake is too dazed to register your words, so you pick the glasses on your own and put them on him. And there he is—your sweet, sweet boy, your Jaeyunnie that you adore so much, your Jaeyun that thinks it's bad for wanting you this much.

"S-So—handsome, Jaeyunnie," you roll your hips, chest arching into his face. "My nerdy boy, you're mine, hm?"

Jake physically cannot take it anymore. The sight of you on top of him, bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it, putting on his glasses and calling him yours—it's too much for Sim Jaeyun who's never been given this kind of attention and affection.

Especially from you.

His lips move, but you can barely hear him.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry, Y/N," his nails dig into your waist. "I'm so fucking sorry, please don't be mad at me."

Your brows furrow in confusion, but before you know it, Jake is already flipping you around, changing your position in one swift movement. You have half a second to gain your breath before the boy hovering over you pulls you closer by your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulders.

"I'm s-sorry," Jake stutters, slipping his dick back into your cunt and starts thrusting fast. "I-I can't hold it anymore."

Despite the showcase of his strength, Jake looks absolutely ruined. There's a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but from the pace he's railing you, you know that his lust ovverrides whatever little guilt he has.

Soon enough, the air smells so thickly of sex. The sound of his balls slapping your ass, accompanied by your high-pitched moans and his groans are the only one filling up the space, to the point that you're sure one of the boys must've heard you.

It's so hot and filthy that Jake's glasses are all fogged up again. His grip on your waist is now leaving bruises, but you don't care because all you can think of is Jake, Jake's big cock, Jake's stupid glasses and just Jake, Jake, Jake.

"F-f-f-fuck," he exhales shakily, splitting you open with his cock. "I-I'm so—close—"

You thrash around, fisting the sheets until it tears from the force of your nails. "Jaeyun—" you gasp when he keeps abusing that spot that has you seeing stars. "Oh, fuck—Jaeyun—harder—"

Jake leans forward, straining his arms on either side of your head. His glasses slide down his slick nose slightly when he bends down to capture your lips in his thick ones. You both moan into the kiss, finally getting the taste of each other, tongues already clashing for more.

Jake licks into your mouth, hips never faltering, and sucks on your bottom lip. You whimper, the sensation becoming too much until you're just breathing against his lips, all heat and teeth and saliva. Jake groans.

"I-I'm gonna—cum—" he gasps against your mouth, face scrunching in pleasure when you clench around him. "O-Oh my fucking God, Y/N, fuck—please let me cum inside."

His hands find your waist again, thrusting harder than before. His head drops to your shoulder as he begs, again and again.

"P-Please let me cum inside, please," he whimpers, voice needy and whiny. "Please—I'm gonna—I wanna—"

"Just cum," you moan when his teeth scrape against your skin. "Jae—Jaeyunnie—"

Jake groans. With last few, deliberate thrusts, he finally cums—a full-body orgasm that has him shuddering, his cock spurting out rope after thick rope of his release, painting your walls white.

You follow him just a second after, vision blurring for a moment as your second orgasm rips through your body. Your mouth falls open on a silent scream, eyes rolling back from how delicious your climax is.

Jake takes a long moment breathing into your ear, grinding his hips slowly before he's finally pulling out. He hisses as he drags out his cock, careful not to overstimulate you, and watches in awe as white fluid flowing out of your pulsing cunt.

"Oh my fucking God."

You breathe out a laugh, sounding breathless and disbelieving. Seeing Jake sitting still by your legs, you open your arms toward him.

"C'mere, Jaeyunnie. Let's cuddle for a moment before washing up—I'm too sore to walk."

Jake perks up at that. Gone is the hungry, lust-driven boy a few moments ago, now replaced with the shy, kicked puppy holding his tail between his legs.

"Cuddle?" he echoes, unsure. "Are you not mad at me?"

"I could never be mad at you for too long," you reply, giving him a reassuring smile.

It gives Jake a flicker of hope. He scoots closer, still cautious and observing, like approaching a scared animal.

"But I avoided you…"

You drop your arms and pretend to think, making a show of tapping your chin with a finger.

"You're right. You were mean for that. Why don't you carry me to the bathroom and clean me up so we can cuddle afterwards?"

Hearing that, Jake finally relaxes, his tight muscles loosening. With an eager smile, he scoops an arm under your knees and your back, and then lifts you up easily as if you weigh nothing.

"Your wish is my command, my princess."

The next morning, you receive knowing looks from the boys. There are lingering stares on your neck from where Jake was mauling your skin last night, but you have no problem showing them off.

Jake, on the other hand, is on the edge of another breakdown.

"So, Jake," Jay starts, already planning a mischievous teasing inside his head. "How did it feel like to get railed—"

"I did not get railed!" he squeaks, ears blushing red. "I-I was the one who railed her! Right, Y/N?"

There's a laugh bubbling inside your chest as you watch Jake squirm under the relentless teasing of his friends. It felt good to be the one in charge, but after that display of strength and the way he manhandled you last night?

You don't mind having him on top of you.

But the both of you know who's truly in charge.

And if you choose to sit in his lap again, this time grinding and shifting on purpose that he gets hard until the car reaches Seoul, nobody has to know that.

Well, maybe Riki knows. But who cares.

wow okay

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challenge: get a fic out by the end of the day, go!

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i’ve been dealing with a really bad writer’s block and i don’t know why, i was supposed to post a heeseung drabble like 3-4 days ago and i kept putting it off, i haven’t released a proper fic even though i want to and im just so frustrated that i can’t put out anything, so sorry for the slow updates but i atleast want to get a couple of drabbles out before i post a full length fic

pls bear with me guys, i haven’t forgotten about you guys