(심재윤) 𝓘n which, you spot Jake, your ex boyfriend a.k.a the man you hate, at an award show.
idol!jake x idol!reader, kpop industry
warnings ⚠︎ : yearning, smut, MDNI! , sub!jake, softdom!reader, alcohol consumption, hate sex, b00b job, cum in pants, heavy makeout, dry humping, oral ( fem!receiving and m!receiving ), pet names ( such as ; good boy, sweet boy, mommy, noona ), angst, swearing, aftercare, angry makeout, creampie, breeding kink, secret relationship.
- Enhypen would be nominated this year, once again, it was 100% sure.
There was still room for hope, but the engrossing way the 7 boys were carrying themselves through the venue told a lot about the following events.
Of course they were gonna win, the awards piled up for them, more than 7 billion total streams across all of their songs, millions of fans ready to spend thousands for 7 pretty normal boys who happen to dance and sing - not that you were jealous or anything...
Well, quite frankly, there was nothing much to be jealous of; R3SET, the group you were lead vocalist in, was doing exceptionally well, accumulating billions of streams and a large community all over the world. Made up of 4 members - you, Noeul, Sera and Kiki; the group was top of the charts, soon planning a world tour and thriving. So there was nothing to be jealous of .
The feeling gnawing at your chest was one of discomfort, the room was packed with idols, loud, the lights flickered in dramatic fashion, a sensitive person's worst nightmare. But as always, you didn't let any emotion through, keeping the same composed face on, a small smile which seemed to always draw people to you in an unexplainable way. Your foot tapped on the expensive carpet, the small ankle bracelet attached to your heel cold against your skin; your eyes wandered across the room. Cameras were on, rows of idols categorized by their groups and genre, lights bright on the now empty stage, as if waiting for something to happen.
You could see the 7 boys taking their assigned seats now, Riki nonchalantly spreading his legs like he wasn't pranking Heesung ( i miss you baby come back ) backstage, giggling like a school boy and posting memes on his private account only minutes before. Jungwon was relaxed, looking around with his bright wide eyes, sitting next to him was Heesung, Jay fiddling with a button on his shirt, Sunoo checking his nails in a sassy manner, almost like the vietnamese nail artist you always booked, legs crossed and always moody. Sunghoon was distracted with something across the room, face always intriguingly neutral, as if there was absolutely no thought behind his eyes.
The last one was Jake. Oh- Jake.
Stupid fucking Jake, with his brown puppy eyes. You couldn't stand the way he sat, legs spread, hand on his thigh, the way he looked around as if looking for something specific, that small thing he did with his mouth when he talked. Everything about him made your stomach boil with rage.
He must've felt your eyes on the back of his head because he slowly turned around, gaze finding yours immediately like a lock-on targeting system. The pathetic smile he was wearing quickly faded into a longing one, as if seeing you was the highlight of his existence. You averted your gaze, hand nervous fidgeting with your dress, - too fucking hot in here - you thought.
Sunghoon noticed Jake and poked his arm, talking to him. You melted in your seat, desperate for the event to end even though it hadn't even started.
As if on cue, the two MCs climbed on stage with their mic.
"Welcome to the Melon Music Awards of 2026, I am Jang Do-Yeon and i will be your host tonight accompanied by Lee Hyori!"
Your eyes focused on the stage even though they briefly turned to where the 7 boys were sitting. Noeul could tell you were distracted but wasn't planning on making a comment, she knew the sole mention of Jake's name would provoke a unconcealed reaction in you, and the last she wanted was for R3SET to be in a drama.
You shifted in your seat as the female MC announced the first group to perform, Stray Kids appeared on stage and started performing.
It was all a distraction from how you really felt, uncomfortable, bitter and restless. Your leg couldn't stop bouncing and your eyes couldn't focus on anything but the back of Jake's seat.
Metal, plastic, fucking glass- who knows.
Stray Kids left the stage and it was Enhypen's turn. They had everything, visuals, lyrics, vocals. The only thing that bothered you was him, he didn't belong there.
Your hands gripped the edge of your seat as the boys stepped on stage and started performing, flawlessly as always. Except for him. His long hair framing the side of his face, childish naive eyes with a side of manly confidence, conventionally he was a good dancer, he had good vocals, but him being him made it unbearable to look.
You let out a small shaky breath of relief when they finally returned to their seat minutes after.
The night dragged on, you and the girls performed on stage, your long strands flying in the air as you danced, what seemed like an awful, stressful experience for you would be deemed later as a flawless emotional performance on social media.
It was unnecessary to mention that Enhypen did win the fan voting awards ( R3SET ranked 3rd in the list). As expected. Jungwon appeared emotional on stage, shedding a couple tears, pronouncing heartfelt words while the rest of them were as moved. You went home with the female best dance award, and best collaboration award for your song with Yeonjun.
It was like the whole world kept moving, your career as well, and you, were stuck in a cycle of hatred.
Brought the heat back by Enhypen was playing at the after party. You wanted to scream "fucking dipshit" at the DJ when Jake's part came on but - now you were just being mean.
Hating him turned you into a weird creature of hostility.
You walked past a couple idols without greeting them, you didn't even notice them to be fair, your mind was focused on getting to the bar, thoughts of liquor plagued your brain as you approached the bartender.
But just as you were about to order, you felt eyes bore into your back. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you.
"A shot of vodka please." you asked with a smile.
You ever so slowly turned around and your eyes locked with Jake's.
Brown eyes stuck on yours, awakening every nerve in your body, wasting your sweet sight on his futile attempts to connect-
"Are you gonna be at the Bon Jovi concert next week?"
He had figured the one thing you had in common was music taste, and ever since, entertained you with rich conversations about new song, albums and lyrics.
You quickly turned around and he acted completely oblivious to the fact that you were just seconds away from murdering his band mate with your eyes.
"Bon Jovi, next week. You gonna be there ?" he repeated with an amused smile.
Your brain reconnected to reality and you faced him.
You weren't even merely interested in making conversation but this was Jay, nice normal Jay. You couldn't be a bitch around nice people. You still clinged to your principles. It wasn't nice, but you didn't have an habit of sugarcoating things.
He nodded. "Yeah, bought my tickets like, last year" he punctuates his sentence with a chuckle.
You nodded, smiling. "I figured. With the Bon Jovi cover and all."
You were referring to his new cover of Always by Bon Jovi.
You grabbed your shot from the bar and downed it in one go.
"I thought you said you were never gonna touch that alcohol crap, dude." Jay grinned.
You cleared your throat, whole digestive system burning. "What can i say..." you paused. "I was gonna act nonchalant about it but my throat is killing me."
He snorted, genuinely amused, before ordering a drink himself. "What are you trying so hard to forget?"
The question made your smile falter. It was a pretty logical question overall, 9 words that made you think for a second about what the fuck was going on with you. If you were a man, you'd have said, 'oh, periods' but that wasn't your cycle messing up your hormones.
"I'm not trying to forget anything." You resolved to say.
Jay didnt believe that one bit, he was doomed to question everything people said.
"You look like you hate him." he answered.
"Who?" Bullshit. You knew who. But it was the kind of thing people said when they wanted a little more time to figure out what the fuck to respond to sensitive topics. And right now, Jake Sim was a sensitive topic.
"Jake. Why do you hate him."
You took a breath, not really inclined to talk about that. "I don't even know. I didn't realize i was so transparent. Sometimes i just focus on people like that... no particular reason."
Which brung you to wonder what exactly gave that impression.
Maybe it was the way you held grudges, looked for seconds too long, eyes filled with resentment... Who knows, maybe he saw through you.
"I dont hate him." You reaffirmed, only half certain.
It was enough for him to drop the subject.
Later that night, when the sun was completely gone somewhere far away, you headed to the bathroom, cheeks red and a little tipsy.
The sway of your hips was a siren's calling to Jake, standing on the other side of the hallway, alone, leaning on the wall. You still hadn't noticed him when you pushed the door open slowly.
And then he said your name.
And it had never sounded so pretty, from the moment you were born, your name begged to be pronounced with his yearning.
That thought only made you burn with animosity.
You turned around, cheeks flushed, instantly putting your mask back on, the one that couldn't betray your feelings.
"What ?" You pronounced, bitter words on your bitter tongue.
Jake was unmoving, dumb porcelain eyes, maddening twitch of his mouth, and if he had dog ears right now they would be pinned flat against his head, in a state of constant submission, if he had a tail it would be wagging, always begging for attention. What a waste.
"Are you gonna speak or just look stupid?" you urged.
He blinked, uncertain, and probably embarrassed.
"Why are you so rude everytime i try talking to you? Just please... please tell me. I need to know- I need to."
You rolled your eyes, aiming for the bathroom. "I have to freshen up."
When you came back out, he was still there, of course he was, like a fucking lapdog.
"Don't you have anything to do?" Your annoyed tone betrayed your displeasure.
He shook his head almost immediately. "Do you need me to leave you alone? I just don't understand why-"
You didn't let him finish, "Just go, Jake."
Later that night, when the sun was completely gone somewhere far away, you headed to the bathroom, cheeks red and a little tipsy.
The sway of your hips was a siren's calling to Jake, standing on the other side of the hallway, alone, leaning on the wall. You still hadn't noticed him when you pushed the door open slowly.
And then he said your name.
And it had never sounded so pretty, from the moment you were born, your name begged to be pronounced with his yearning.
That thought only made you burn with animosity.
You turned around, cheeks flushed, instantly putting your mask back on, the one that couldn't betray your feelings.
"What ?" You pronounced, bitter words on your bitter tongue.
Jake was unmoving, dumb porcelain eyes, maddening twitch of his mouth, and if he had dog ears right now they would be pinned flat against his head, in a state of constant submission, if he had a tail it would be wagging, always begging for attention. What a waste.
"Are you gonna speak or just look stupid?" you urged.
He blinked, uncertain, and probably embarrassed.
"Why are you so rude everytime i try talking to you? Just please... please tell me. I need to know- I need to."
You rolled your eyes, aiming for the bathroom. "I have to freshen up."
When you came back out, he was still there, of course he was, like a fucking lapdog.
"Don't you have anything to do?" Your annoyed tone betrayed your displeasure.
He shook his head almost immediately. "Do you need me to leave you alone? I just don't understand why-"
You didn't let him finish, "Just go, Jake."
The next week went by so slowly, dance rehearsals over dance rehearsals, knees hurting, sore muscles and tired eyes. The whole city was grey, it rained a lot these days. You hated rain, it made you feel so sad, even though you had no reason to be sad sometimes.
The nights were long, stretching for hours, undying, the sun didn't want to wake up. You rehearsed day and night for the scheduled comeback, the stress of being perfect made your neck hurt.
Except for when he was on the TV, when you would enter the company building, see that little television on the wall casting one of their most recent songs. He was there, and it's like he talked to you in every song.
You often had pinched yourself to come back to reality. Silly girl.
The other times, when he was just there, in the meeting rooms, talking to the workers, the perks of being under the same label as the man you couldn't stand.
There was no reason why you couldn't stand him, really. Or was there one? You couldn't pin point the worst thing about him, he was bad all over, stupid and recklessly insufferable.
There were days when the only time you saw him was in your sleep, it was like your brain had taken a malicious pleasure in driving you crazy. He was like an illness that wouldn't go away.
There was only so many drinks you could have in a day, it would never be enough to save you from the nights eating the days.
Jake was the worst thing that had ever happened to you the way he was etched in all your surfaces.
Three weeks after the award show, you saw him again. Inescapable.
Jay had reached out, nice as always, worried about you, he could tell you were bothered by something, he could've tried to help, had he only known it was the worst of diseases. He asked if you wanted to get lunch in the building's cafeteria. You agreed, Noeul, Sera and Kiki coming along.
Once you were seated, your smile came back, you didn't want people to be worried or ask unnecessary questions that you didn't even have the answers to.
"So, how's the comeback prep going? I see you guys rehearsing 24/7." Jay asked.
Noeul sighed, joking, "We're truly overworked man, they should give us more breaks."
You dug in your food, fiddling with the chopsticks.
"Talk about being overworked." Jay responded, visibly tired.
Kiki turned to you, nudging your hand. "What's up with you? Is the food really that good?"
Your head shot up, "I didn't even actually taste it, i'm just hungry as fuck..." you admitted.
Noeul chuckled, "Slow down or you're gonna have the hiccups in the studio again."
You tasted the food, trying to identify the savors. "Yeah, no savor whatsoever, just water and chicken."
Kiki giggled when you continued to eat at the same pace, like you had never tasted food before.
You were about to make another comment when Heesung appeared.
Behind him, Riki, Jungwon, Sunoo and Sunghoon.
"Hey guys." Jay greeted them, eyes scanning the room. "Where's Jake"
Sunghoon shrugged, and Riki smiled mischievously. "He's probably hiding somewhere shitting his pants like a poop master."
You rolled your eyes at the mention of his name, but concealed it by shoving food in your mouth until your cheeks were swollen.
"Why? What happened?" Jay asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, he keeps saying he's scared of someone in particular..." Riki grinned, eyes on you, not bothering to bee discreet.
"What'd she do this time?" Heesung chuckled as he sat down.
You rolled your eyes again, it's the only thing you seemed to do these days. "Erm, i'm right here. And i didn't do shit. He's just a weirdo, being a poopy bastard again."
Riki wasn't buying it, he drank from his bottle before retorting, "That's not what he says, he said you're mean to him for no reason."
You let out and audible pfff, not bothering to hide it anymore. "God forbid a girl doesn't look at him with love eyes."
But inside you made a mental note to go talk to him, he needed to stop running his little stupid mouth, he had to keep things to himself instead of being such a crybaby.
But then again, knowing he was scared of you made you feel some type of way.
After lunch you stood up, discarding your plate and you rushed to the hallway before the break would end.
You walked until you could physically feel him, he was in a practice room, panting, you could see him through the crack of the door, hands on his knees, breathing hard, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. Jake looked good, he did.
No matter what you said, no matter how bad the hatred was, he was still the prettiest man-
"Wha- what are you doing here?" Jake stuttered, eyes finding yours through the gap between the door and the wall.
You regained your composure, and stepped inside, locking the door behind you, making sure no one had seen. You walked until your feet were planted in front of his, and you could smell his cologne and his hard-earned sweat.
"You scared of me?" You said out of the blue.
That made his eyes widen a bit. Jake was taller than you, but you took all the space in the room, it felt as though you were the one towering over him.
"I-I just want to understand what i did... for you to be like this." his voice was small, he spoke so loud when you weren't there, and now he was so little, of an unpretentious size.
He shrunk himself to let you speak.
But you couldn't, because you were so consumed by the rage of being so close to him, the passion that animated you was never dying. His lower was quivering just a bit, and you couldn't look away, the soft plump skin there gnawed at by his sharp teeth. It was as though looking at him brought back memories of something so distant, you didn't know why you hated him that much when the memories seemed to sweet.
His pitiful eyes, boxed by purple eyebags, paper cuts on his fingers, bruised legs from dancing, and still, the only thing that seemed to bother him was the reason why you were like this with him.
When Jake's hand flew up to rub his nose with the back of his hand, is when your shoulders sagged. He looked so much like a child in this moment. He didn't even try, it was just the way he was.
You tried to tell yourself he was just pathetic, but there once was a time when you became filled to the brink with love when he did these things.
There once was a time when you didn't hate Sim Jae-Yun.
That line in time seemed to blur when his eyes filled with tears, sensitive Jake, so fucking sensitive.
Your body was covered in his pain now. You hated yourself for how quick the anger that coated your face disappeared, but when Jake cried is when you knew you had crossed the line.
"Why are you crying." You asked, rather harshly.
A single tear ran down his cheek, and he quickly made it vanish with the back of his hand. "I'm not."
He shook his head, eyes glassy, they reflected every light in the studio. He looked so utterly crushed, all you wanted to do was slap him over and over until he didn't make you feel guilty anymore.
Your eyes stopped their descent on his lips, where a tear had nestled itself.
With a hand that still resented him, you traced the edge of his lip, wiped away the evidence of his pain. Jake was left shivering, eyes on yours.
He was simply too small to hold the weight of a feeling so tall.
"You're so fucking pathetic." You breathed out, cause bitterness is all you knew.
The man's shoulders trembled before dropping, and stood there, the shell of a boy.
"Crying when i should be the one crying." You continued, witnessing how your words left visible holes in his chest. "You were always like that, so miserable."
There once was a time when he would rub his head against your hand like a dog, glowing in the bask of your degradation. He would let out a deplorable sound of contempt, as if finding comfort in the humiliation only you were allowed to give him.
But now Jake recognized you weren't indulging in his somber pleasures, but speaking your truth. His lower lip trembled and tears rose from his eyes, gently cascading down his face.
"Stop crying." You ordered in a stern voice, your hand still on his cheek, like a keepsake.
The river of his tears didn't stop.
"Stop fucking crying i said." Your patience faltering. "You sad little thing."
His mouth turned into a frown as if he tried his hardest not to break into sobs.
You didn't know, didn't know anything and nothing was clear in your head, it was a tug war in your mind.
The only clarity you knew, was found the moment you touched him again.
You cupped his face with one hand, not tenderly like the last times, this time it was pure chaos, you grabbed him, hard, tugging at his collar until
his mouth was on yours. Hard, crashing down like waves. And you had no mercy when you kissed him.
You brought him closer until there was no space between the two of you, until all you could breathe was him. He kissed back, tears mingling with saliva, messy and angry. He sighed in the kiss, your tongue touching his in a disheveled embrace. His hands gripped your top with eager anticipation.
"Don't fucking touch me." You grabbed his wrists, mouth still on his.
You bit down on his lower lip, he whimpered, like a pathetic little thing. You soothed it with a kiss, one hand going down to where his neck met his jaw. You kissed him until he was breathless, dying to touch you. To have any part of you, anything you were willing to give him.
Your hand went on the back of his neck, bringing him down desperately, more, more, more...
Your body ached for him, but the hate fueled the kiss.
"Please, please" he begged incoherently. Babbling words for the sake of his sanity.
But before he could beg some more, your phone started ringing. The strident sound ripped your lips off of his.
Jake whimpered at the loss of contact, he felt empty, robbed.
You picked up the phone, not bothering to fix your lipstick. It was Noeul.
"Girl, where'd you go? Rehearsal's about to start!"
You had forgotten for a second that there was life outside of Jake.
You sighed, composing yourself. "Yeah, yeah sorry, i'm coming i'll be there."
After hanging up you looked at him, he was ruined. If he could have sank down to his knees right now he would have. His hair was messy and his lips were red, the bulge in his pants pro eminent.
"Fix your hair." You said before leaving.
"You just got fucked, didn't you?" Kiki blurted out when you came in.
The girls stared at you when you entered the rehearsal room. Your cheeks were flushed red and your clothes messy.
You tripped over your foot.
"The fuck are you talking about?" You retorted, already done with this conversation.
"I bet she made up with Jake..." Sera speculated, grinning.
You didn't even have time to answer, the dance coach and the choreographer opened the door.
"Alright girls, let's go. No time to waste."
The whole rehearsal was spent thinking about what had happened. Or maybe what didn't happen. You couldn't focus on your steps when all you could feel was the feather of his kisses and-
"Focus. We don't have time to be distracted. Focus." The coach said firmly.
The comeback was eminent, the pressure to succeed was massive. The expectations were high since your last single had scored top of the charts in a few days only, everyone was waiting for an unflawed performance.
Practice concluded in the evening, you were drenched in sweat, disoriented and sore. You wanted nothing more than to come home to a warm bath and your bed.
You rushed to change in the changing room and all three of the girls were waiting for you in the hallway.
"So you did make up with Jake."
You didn't know which one had said that stupidity. It didn't matter.
"Fuck no i didn't." You clarified, putting your hair in a messy bun.
To the outside eye you could have seemed like the most rude and condescending bitch in the whole wide world, but that's just how things had always been with the girls, cursing, sarcasm and bitchiness. But at the end of the day, if one of you needed something, the others would always come through.
In the ride back to the dorms, the girls talked about the comeback, but it was the last thing you wanted to evoke. Tour, press events, filming interviews and variety shows... all the things that animated you a few months ago.
You felt your phone ring on your thigh, 3 times.
Jake : talk to me Jake : please i need you. Jake : I need you to tell me it wasn't just a kiss.
You stared at the device for a good three seconds before smacking it upside down on your thigh without thinking. Kiki jumped.
But the ache his kiss had left crept back in, and you grabbed the phone, typing furiously.
That's all it took, you were so easy when it came to Jake, life had no rules and your principles were thrown away. You comforted yourself in the feeling that this was either revenge or to take advantage of him. In the end, he deserved it for what he had done.
Once home, you took a shower, combing through your hair, and you freshened up, putting some perfume before deciding it was silly.
When your phone rang, you knew it was him, you walked down the stairs, making sure everyone was asleep before heading to the underground parking/entry made for idols and restricted staff.
There he was, Jake, wearing a hoodie and a black face mask, waiting. When his eyes saw you, he perked up like a baby dog, and you swore if he had a tail it would be wagging.
You signed for him to follow you to the dorms, you snuck him in and closed the door to your room behind you.
Now that it was you and him again, in the privacy of your humble bedroom, the space seemed to contort into an infinite bath.
Jake was wearing his black sweatshirt with a pair of oversized sweatpants and fancy sneakers. He looked out together but desperate. Desperate for something, anything.
"I want to make myself clear, i didnt call you here to talk. I don't wanna know... i don't wanna know why you did the thing you did-"
Jake took off his face mask and interrupted, genuinely confused.
"The thing i did? What did i do...?"
You chuckled, humorlessly. "Aren't you a funny guy."
Jake's eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side like a baby dog . "I'm not- not trying to be funny, just, tell me what did i do? I don't understand..."
You shook your head, "Look, i'm not in the mood to do this with you..."
That's when he sank down on his knees, like he would have done anything to know, to repair what he supposedly did. And that was the man you used to know, solid but desperate.
"Please, please tell me. I can't- i can't without you, and i don't understand, so please explain it to me. I can't function properly, i can't breathe without you. Please." He punctuated his sentences with breathy 'please's. As if he owed you the world, as if he had to be forgiven for even existing in your space.
"Was she a good fuck?" You simply said, because you knew if you stayed you were gonna be violent. And you needed to stop bitterness from taking everything away.
"Wha- Who?? What are you talking about.??" He genuinely said.
You chuckled, not a single part of you was amused though.
"You can pretend all you want, i don't care."
"Jake. Just stop talking."
And he almost moaned. Almost fucking moaned at the sound of his name on your tongue. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. That's all it took for him to forget everything you had said before. He couldn't think straight, let alone remember a single thing.
He obeyed, he even stopped breathing as if you would blame him for breathing. He seemed to genuinely unaware of what he had done and it pissed you off.
"Get up. I didn't ask you to come so we could rearrange things." You ordered.
And he did, immediately always, He did as told, getting back up and towering over you.
He did so. No questions asked.
You looked at him, glassy eyes, begging, for something, anything. You got closer, settled between his parted legs and looked down at him.
There he was. The Jake you had always known. He was looking up, the way one would look up at the sky to pray. The same way he would look at you before, out of breath, completely ruined. He was waiting for the approval you gave him with a look.
His lips pressed against your tshirt-clad stomach, his hands tugging and lifting it to uncover you. When they finally tasted the salt of your skin, he let out a breathy moan, broken, he was almost shaking with how bad he needed you. His eyes were still on you, looking up to the moon and the stars, devoted albeit slightly eager.
He had missed this, you. 7 months of only getting your eyes, as sweet as it was, feeling your skin was like getting a first breath after drowning.
Jake's hands ventured to the hem of your pants, tugging, not enough to take them off, but more as a statement.
He whimpered when you grabbed his wrist, but didn't fight it. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel things, things only he could make you feel.
Because it was in the reverence of your body that Jake found his religion.
"I need- i need to make you feel good, please." he begged, messily, as you ventured through the mess his syllables became.
You guided his hands to your chest, and they found your breasts, he let out a broken whimper, trying to fit them in his palm, squeezing gently, coaxing a gasp out of you. He lifted the shirt and you took it as a cue to take it off, eager to taste you there, his mouth closed around your peaked nipple, sucking, licking, the way he always used to. Your head fell back, it was too much of him, too much time without him and now he was all over you again. It was so delicious and a high only he could make you feel.
Jake let go of your nipple with a pop and you didn't waste a second before straddling his lap, one hand in his hair. You kissed him urgently, nipples rubbing against the fabric of his sweatshirt achingly. Everything in you was burning, every part of you that had been dormant these past 7 months, awakened at the touch of his hands. He let out little sounds in your mouth, hands on your hips, and you started grinding, the ache in your core was so impossibly strong that you could feel him, even through all these layers of clothing, you could feel a little bit of him, hard, throbbing against you, rubbing so good. So good.
"Fuck-" he choked out. "You're so beautiful, so so gorgeous..."
You could feel it in his eyes, what he had just said, that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
You grinded down harder, lips finding his again, in a sloppy, messy kiss, you were angry, but not as angry as before.
You knew this wasn't forever. It was gonna end and things were gonna go back to how they were, but this satiated your hunger for a moment.
Jake moaned, his hands finding your ass to guide you down even more, he couldn't focus on anything else in that moment. 7 months of having to use his hands anytime the hunger became too unbearable, fucking his fist in the shower thinking of how you looked bossing him around. And now he could have you again.
You pulled away and he physically hurt from the loss of your skin. Your pants were off and now his were too, leaving him in his boxers, the outline of him tenting the fabric. He was big and thick, throbbing against the fabric, twitching with every breathe you took, and there was no pretentious expression on his face as he looked back at you, he could only think of you.
You swore he whispered a broken "please" as you sat back on his lap. Your lips found his neck, kissing where his neck meets his collarbone, and he moaned. Now that both of your sweatpants were off, you could feel him more, through his boxers and your panties, he was pressed snuggly against your center, warm and aching. You grinded down, lips on his neck, and he almost lost his fucking mind.
You felt so good, he was going crazy. He thought he was going to cum from just that, he could feel your cunt, the wetness seeping through the fabric and coating his own underwear, he could feel your breath on his neck, sucking.
"Please..." He begged, boneless.
"Please what?" You looked at him, grinding down. The tip of him pressing against your clit, where you were the neediest.
Incoherent, he couldn't make sense of what he wanted, maybe he wanted to melt in your skin, or die in your arms.
"You don't get to beg. You'll take what i give you." You told him, grinding down, gasping in his ear.
But then he grabbed your ass, stopping you, hands trembling.
"Please, please, i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum, please. Stop moving... fuck." He breathed out.
Truth is. You didn't care. Your existence was made to torture him.
So you continued grinding, hand in his hair, kissing him to muffle his sounds, and you moaned.
"Fuck...please i'm so close- i'm so close"
Even though he knew you weren't gonna deny him, he kept begging because he knew you loved when he did so. You kept rolling your hips, rubbing your cunt against him until his thighs tensed and he gripped you.
Head buried in your neck, his cock throbbed and he came in his boxers, shuddering and panting against your neck. You didn't stop, fighting not to praise him. He deserved praises.
Truth is, he always had been such a good boy, until he had cheated.
You crawled between his legs, slipping off his ruined boxers. His cock was coated in cum, you scooped the remnants of his pleasure with your finger and brought it to your mouth. "Gotta clean mommy's finger now."
Jake obeyed once more, sucking your digit clean with a groan.
"Mmhh... that's it good boy." you praised him, mostly allowed yourself to do so because it was probably the last time you could have him like this.
"Let me make you feel good now mommy, please." He begged, eyes yearning.
He used to spend hours between your thighs, making out with your pussy, like it was the best meal he could ever be indulged. He loved it, he not only did it for your pleasure but for his, he fucking loved it, having his chin drenched in your juices, his fingers deep inside of you. It was his favorite thing in the world.
He was hard again instantly when you allowed him to get between your thighs. The thing about Jake is he had high stamina, impossibly high even. He could go for hours, the whole night even, he was always down, always needy, always hard for the smallest things. And he came so easily too. But that didn't bother you cause you knew he could back it up.
He settles between your thighs, where he was the happiest, and he planted kisses on your thighs, not rushing, licking the apex of your thighs.
He pressed his tongue flat against your covered pussy, already transparent with your arousal, and he licked a stripe.
"Fuck... I love it, i love you-" You didn't give him time to resume his adulation, your hand behind his head pushed him down on your core.
Jake sucked on your clit through the fabric, sending shivers through your body, and you gasped, thighs closing around his head.
He took off your panties, throwing them somwhere in the room before diving in. He moaned against your folds, going fucking crazy.
How many times had he thought about this pussy over the past 7 months, how many times had he imagined eating you out all day, until he ended up cumming in his hand like a horny teenager.
You moaned, hand in his hair, tugging at the locks.
He whimpered -actually whimpered against your pussy, sucking on the bundle of nerves making you see stars. "You taste so good.. so so good" he said against your skin, two fingers entering your hole.
"Fuck..." You moaned, one hand over your mouth as your back arched off the bed. "Keep going."
Jake didn't stop, he would never. He kept going until he felt your hands tightening in his hair, so he didn't change the pattern, kept going at the same pace, fingers constantly hitting your sweet spot, tongue lavishing your clit.
When he felt the slightest movement of your hips against his face, he whimpered. "Please, please, grind against me, use me."
That was all it took, you grinded against his face, moaning, you had never felt this good, it was unbearable how much pleasure you were having right now. And he was as ruined, rutting against the mattress as his cock throbbed, ached against the sheets. He could cum just like this, from making you feel good.
Your orgasm hit you all of a sudden, sending shocks through your body, it was so strong you saw only pitch black for a moment. Your thighs were shaking around his head, squeezing him but he loved every second of it.
He kept sucking and licking you through it all until you had to physically push him away. He wouldn't budge unless you told him to.
When he came back up, he crawled to you, kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"Thank you for letting me do this. You tasted so fucking good." He articulated, eyes open to not miss a thing.
You watched as he licked your juices of his fingers, chin slick with your arousal. His hair was messy and cheeks red, he looked irresistible.
But there was one thing he wanted more than anything right now, it was to be inside of you again.
You felt him hard against your thigh, silently begging with his eyes. "Please, noona, i need-"
You cupped his cheek, "What you need?, use your words Jake."
He was speechless, looking up at you like you were a divinity, a goddess, your hair tickling his hand, suffocatingly gorgeous.
He whimpered against your neck, grinding his cock against your soaked thighs. "I need to be inside you, please... i'll do anything i'll be your good boy. Just let me - please."
You gave in, stroking his cheek. Yes, but not yet.
You got on your knees in front of him, because part of your pleasure consisted in making him cum, you loved it, as much as he loved making you cum. You started with kitty licks on his length, he was hard and aching. And he protested, whimpering and throwing his head back.
"Oh? Do you not want this? Should i stop then?"
He immediately shook his head, desperate. A string of curses and rapid "no"s coming out of his mouth.
You went back down, your lips wrapping around the head of his cock, tasting the precum there, you circled the tip, then sucked it, taking more and more of him until you couldn't take any more. You wrapped your hand around the rest and stroked as you bobbed your head. Your eyes were on him the whole time, and he looked wrecked, as if you on your knees was the best sight in the world.
"Fuck... you're so beautiful like this, you're the- oh gosh... you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen..." He moaned, one hand tangling in your head, not pulling. He wouldn't.
You hummed around his cock, sending vibrations that made him go crazy. He knew he was about to cum, it was so quick, he was so doomed.
Once you felt he was close, you let go, leaving him there untouched.
"No- fuck please... no" he cursed, frenzied.
His cock twitched, but when he saw you press your breasts together, that light in your eyes, he thought he was gonna cum on the spot. If you had taken one more second to wrap your breasts around his cock, he would've.
You looked up at him through your lashes, and you were the prettiest sight ever, he fucking adored you. You pressed your breasts together and moved up and down, seeing his cock slide between them was the hottest thing you had ever seen. You spat on them, coating his cock in saliva to make it slippery, and you looked up at him as he thrust into your tits.
"Look at you, does it feel good?" You asked, watching his face contort in pleasure.
He couldn't even respond, he continued to fuck your tits shamelessly, moaning and whimpering.
"I'm so close... please, mommy please."
"You can." Is all it took for him to cum on your tits, painting them in white thick liquid.
He shuddered, panting, as he came down from his high. And the sight was unbelievably hot, he couldn't help but stay hard, even though he had came 2 times, seeing your pretty breasts covered in his cum was the hottest thing ever.
That's why he made sure to eat you out again, made sure you came on his tongue once more before he finally settled between your thighs and rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit.
"Shit." You cursed, oversensitive.
But you didn't care, all you wanted was him inside of you, maybe with that you could finally forget everything. Just him inside of you, your sweet boy Jake.
But that wasn't the truth. Jake wasn't sweet anymore.
You let him though, because you needed it just as badly as him. And when he slipped inside he almost passed out from how tight and how perfect and how fucking-
"I missed you, i missed you so much noona. You feel so good, so tight."
You moaned, accommodating to his size, and when he hit that spot that made you see stars, your legs locked on his waist.
"Harder" You demanded, and he obliged.
"Good boy." He kept thrusting, kissing your neck, reaching down to rub your sensitive clit.
It didn't take long enough for the both of you to get close, the stimulation was intense and the way your eyes spoke to each other was even more intense. Being close to him, touching his skin to your skin like that was painfully perfect. There was nothing else in the world that could be better.
Eyes bored in yours, he kept thrusting.
"I'm close, i'm so close" You said in a gasp.
He buried his face in your neck, "Fuck... me too"
You clenched around him because for some reason his sounds made you go insane, and he whimpered at the feeling. "Shit... i'm gonna cum, should i- fuck- should i pull out ?"
You shook your head almost violently, "No no no... cum inside of me, please. I need it."
It was your turn to be desperate, but that only generally happened when he was about to cum inside of you, you loved it, everything about it, the thought he could get you pregnant, put babies inside you, it made you go crazy.
His hips stuttered and he kissed you, moaning i your mouth as he spilled inside of you, cursing and saying your name over and over and over and over.
He pumped his cum inside of you until you came, trembling, and he held you through it, his seed dripping down your thighs. The way you looked, almost wanted to say he loved you, he truly did, you were his one love, and he couldn't see anything but you right now.
"Thank you" he said humbly against your neck, you were catching your breath. You swore you felt tears on your skin.
"Don't" You said. Back to being cold.
That's when he realized what you had meant, how could he have been so stupid. He didn't pull out when he asked, "Do you think i cheated??? Is that what you were saying?"
You genuinely chuckle. "I know you did, it's fine, i don't even care anym-"
He cut you off with a kiss. "I didn't. I fucking didn't. You're the only one for me."
You shook him off, but he wouldn't pull out, it's like he wanted to stay buried inside of you forever.
"Stop fucking lying to me, Jay told me. He told me you were sleeping with her, with a Wooyoung." You spat.
Jake cupped your cheeks, consternated. "So that's why you broke up with me and treated me like that for 7 months? Are you actually- Oh my god. Just, connect your brain for a second. Jay knew i was sleeping with someone so i had to make up a name." He facepalmed, completely shocked. "You couldn't have fucking confronted me? So i could have told you it's fake? I love you, i love you so much i hurt sometimes with all the love i have for you. I could never want anyone else. I didn't fucking cheat on you, i didn't. I'm so in love with you even after everything, it makes me sick to my fucking stomach. Just please- please. Don't say i cheated on you, cause that's not true."
Your eyes widened, and your lips parted. You considered what he was saying. Had you wasted 7 months of being bitter for a misunderstanding? Were you that dense? A part of you thought he could very well be manipulating you, but that wasn't likely. You knew your Jake.
"I don't even know what to tell you, because you could have just talked to me and it could've all been resolved." He added.
"How was i supposed to face you, i wanted to throw up everytime i heard your name." You explained.
He was soft inside of you, stroking your cheek, so close to you, so warm. "I know, i know you get carried away, i know... but -"
"Are you sure. Sure you're not making this up? I know we were a secret but making up a name is too much don't you think?"
"I didn't cheat ok? I made up a name cause i panicked, i thought he was gonna discover everything. I've been miserable for months without you. And just knowing that i could've explained this to you months ago... Fuck."
You cut him off with a kiss, eyes watering. You wanted to save the explanations for later, your mouth called to his. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You repeated over and over, holding him, stroking his hair.
"Shhh, it's ok, It's all okay, you're my girl. I know you, i know you get mad quickly and don't ever wanna look back. Issokay, i know..." He stroked your cheek, sincere.
He was everything, everything you were not; patient, kind, relaxed, understanding. And it hurt you.
There was still something there, an ache, a tension unresolved. A part of you didn't trust that easily, but another part longed for that boy, longed for his presence. Confusion settled, but the night would do its thing.
And this time, blessed be- sleep came easy.
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