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[jakesimnophilia]

RuleBook

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Smut requests will only be accepted if I am able to see your profile and your age.

I also write as an extended hobby, so Longer requests would be less likely to get written or may be shortened.

CONTENT

I cannot for the life of me write Dom!Jake enha, I've tried but a slightly Soft! Dom is as far as I can go with this dude. go ham with anyone else.

be as specific as you'd like to be with kinks and so on. (Go all out!!)

Not writing at all:

Furry, Hybrid, M!reader, Abusive!idol, Ship Pairings, Incest

Anything else is welcome!

GROUPS

I am most comfortable writing for Enhypen, The Boyz, and TxT but I can be open to more groups (just ask!).

[jakesimnophilia]

thank u very much for contributing to the subjake agenda

You're very very welcome, i live for the sub!jake agenda. in which caseeee <3

i actually thought of this message while writing itt so enjoyy.

[jakesimnophilia]

Practice Run...

Pairing: Sub!Jake x Dom!Reader

Genres: Smut, Fluff, PwoP

3.8k words

Requests/asks OPEN! ( rulebook )

Warnings (MDNI 18+ ONLY): Morning sex, mentions of Pegging, mentions of tears, Reverse mating press(?), Intense mutual grinding, Reader is very horny, Unprotected sex(be safe), Creampie-ish(?), Praise, kisses, reader calls Jake puppy & doll, squirting. Everything is consensual and safe(and fictional).

Synopsis: An intense morning confession leaves Jake completely at your mercy. He's aching to hear all about it but you're too horny to just talk about it. So you show him instead... in a slightly different way.

notes: literally whipped this up in one sitting... at night... i had to wake up early the next morning. so not proofread.

"...Jake?" 

You blink awake with an excruciating heat between your legs, the dim light of dawn filters through the shitty blackout curtains. You shift to nuzzle into his warm body, your nose to his neck. Jake's breathing is quiet and rhythmic, still asleep as your hand slip inside his t-shirt and slithers up the bone of his back.  

His breathing hitches, the sensation of your cold fingers much too different from his warmth, "Jake..?", you call out once more, striking while the iron is hot and he shifts. Your hand moves to his stomach, just keeping there still. 

"Hmm?" he hums, barely awake. 

You lean closer, gracing a wet kiss on the skin of his neck, just above where his trap begins. He hums out a whimper, surprised but not against the invitation. "What're you doing..?" He says groggily, his voice rough from sleep. 

"I'm so fucking horny baby.." You hum just below his ear, your own voice raspy. 

Jake lets out a laugh, something soft, the type that only comes out when it's either too early or too late. 

"Yeah?" 

He says gently, his hand traces its way on the sheets to land on yours on his stomach. "Mhmm... I had a really nice dream" you hum out an answer, your lips busy on his neck. You can hear the wet click of his saliva as he bites and licks across his lip. 

"mmm... what was it about darling?" He asks, shifting slightly to press his back against your body, bringing your arms tighter around his waist.  

You pause for a moment, hesitating how you should break out the news that it was the image of you pegging him that had you feeling so hot, the two of you had never even mentioned it to each other let alone discussed it. But this is Jake, the same Jake who gets off to literally anything you do. And worst case scenario he acts iffy and you let it go. 

You hook a leg on his hips, "I had you on your stomach-" your hands inch up his abdomen, "Your legs were barely holding you up-" His breath hitches as you lick a stripe up the side of neck, "And I was behind you... with a strap-mmh~" 

You grind against his side, your leg pulling him closer "Fucking you." The nerves in your tone betray the confidence in your movement. 

Jake's hands still, and there's this long moment of just unmoving silence. where he's laying there, turned away from you, his breathing slow... slower than before and it wrecks your composure, suddenly you're left wondering if you've crossed an unmarked line. 

Great. 

You'd rather he laugh it off as a joke, or just clearly refuse, anything that you could accept as an answer but this, this stretch is too much of nothing. Nevertheless you let him have the silence, choosing look at the rest of the room which feels much brighter than it had been just a few minutes ago. 

"Hey, forget i said anything... it was a silly dream" 

You whisper into the static room, your voice smaller than it had been before. your hands twitch, not sure if you should pull him closer or pull yourself away. and just as you begin to move he catches your hand once more, keeping it in place. 

You think to call out, wanting to lay down the opportunity for him to communicate, "Ja-" but you're interrupted by his voice. 

"I'm just thinking..." He says slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. but his tightening grip is reassurance enough, so you stay where you are. 

"I-it's just a lot to wake up to.." Jake sighs, you feel his breath travel through his body from your fingertips, it's ragged and then you feel the way his back presses against you harder, longer as his breathing gets heavier, he grinds his ass against you, a subconscious movement because shortly after his hand is lifting off yours and covering his ever-warming face and he groans, embarrassed into his palms. 

"Jake..?" you whisper, the heat between your legs feeling more charged than before. 

"I'm trying-" he mutters into his palms. 

"Trying what darling?" Your lips brush against his shoulder, encouraging words coming out a bit too teasing to have a comforting effect. 

Jake leans his head to the side, giving you easier access to his skin, ."...trying to remember how to talk" moaning behind his teeth as his dick hardens almost instantly 

"you like that?" You hum softly, smiling against his neck as you push yourself up to get a better view of his face. You bring your hand to pry his away. He's wide awake, his flushed cheeks barely visible in the dim room but you feel the heat emanating off of them. You lace your fingers with his, holding his hand in your palm as you kiss his cheek. 

"In a good way?" 

"Mhm, yeah" he hums, his voice cracking slightly, He's still pressed against you, his hips twitching with that unconscious rhythm. You can feel the heat of his skin even through the cotton of his shirt. "Talk to me," you whisper, kissing the top of his ear. "You've gone all quiet on me." 

Jake lets out a breathy life, turning in your arms to face you, his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide as he stares at you. his lips part with a wet smack, "You're so evil". 

he hums, his hands trace down your arms till his fingers are clasped between yours, "I-nngh" he tries to speak but just can't bring himself to say the words. His brain is all fogged up, having just woken up and then... you. 

You shift, brushing your knee against his thigh, "let me in your mind darling.", you say softly.  

His brows knit, finding your words so hammering, his grip on your hands tighten, and he sighs. 

"Just... we've never talked about it" he starts, "-and I- I mean the thought of it is so..."  

"-so sexy... but-ngh" 

His legs open just enough to let your thigh between them, he whimpers slightly, looking right into your eyes, hoping that you'd read the rest of his words. 

"But..?" You softly, a slight tease in your tone. you push your leg a little further, his own finding its way between yours.  

He groans, flustered by your consistent want to have him spell out the most embarrassing parts.  

"j-Just tell me ab-about your dream" he manages roughly, grinding against your thigh. 

"What do you wanna know" You hum , unclasping your hands from his as you reach across his waist, pulling him in closer, his body slots against yours, his face buried near your jaw, your breasts press against his collar, "Just anything..."  a drowning experience as both your legs shift closer. You feel his hard on rub against your hip and he groans. 

"Anything huh?... " 

You say as you roll him over a bit, angling yourself over him so that the two of you can grind completely against each other. "You were under me, making those pretty noises you do, only they were more-" You whisper against his lips before slotting yours against his. you can taste the morning on his tongue, and his hands come up to cup your waist. 

"more?" He whispers, guiding your movements against his body, your clit rubs against the junction of his hip and thigh. 

His legs tighten around yours, his dick rubs against the side of your thigh. 

"nnh-" 

You both moan into the kiss, Jake's more responsive than usual, more... vulnerable? 

"-more intense, like molten glass. the pillow was soaked in your tears-ngh." 

His arms link around your neck, just above your shoulders and he's losing himself between your lips and your words, dick twitching, heart racing. Your hands trail down his sides, he shivers, you bite down on his lower lip and cup his ass, pushing him closer. 

"I was pressed up against your back, and you- fuck.. you were jutting into me, riding my strap..." 

"Ngh-ha~" he moans, his dick twitching harder, pre-cum soaking through his cotton trousers. 

"Shit so close-" he follows, you slide down, burying your face under his jaw as you hump harder, your clit drags across his legs, and he feels the bud through the layers of his cotton trousers and your panties. 

"It was all just so fucking hot" You whisper into his skin, like the words are meant more for you than him. and his hips shift at your words, he's holding you tighter and closer, lips pressed against your temple. 

"Tha- fuck that sounds really-ha" He huffs, 

The imprint of his dick is so clear on your thigh, you trail a hand across his hip and grab onto his tip "Ngh-sexy, really fucking sexy." He sighs.  

"you're doing so good" You whisper into the shell of his ear.  

His hand trails up your spine, under your shirt and take a hold of your shoulder while the other grips onto the back of your hip. 

The way Jake's long finger splay across your skin is all too much in this moment and you moan "Ngh-ha" just a bit louder than previously, your other hand reaches up to grab onto his hair, turning his head just enough to press your nose against his cheek as your breath teases goosebumps across his neck. 

"Holy shit-nghh" He moans his dick is so stiff and ready to burst, eyes holding shut as your hand roughly handles his cock. 

Jake's breath comes in ragged, desperate gasps against your cheek, his entire body trembling beneath you like a live wire. the wet heat of his release soaks through his trousers, spreading a moisture against your hand. and the knowledge that it was more than just your grinding that did this, it has to be your words, because he's never this quick. at least not when you're just grinding. 

And it sends this spark, this electricity straight through your core, you gasp out his name. 

"Jake- fuck..mmm" 

Because you're not done, sure you're on the edge but it's not enough. You crave so much of him that the bone of his hip feels like just one coin when you're after billions. 

You part with a whimpered sigh, straddling his stomach as you lean down, "you didn't cum-mm" , cutting him off with a kiss. 

"I know baby" you mumble, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth before you sit straight and pull your shirt off.  

"I'm not done with you yet," Your voice sends shivers down his spine and his dick's already reacting to it. His hands travel up your thighs, playing with the hem of your panties "You're so hot w-when you get like this-" he says softly, his gaze intensely focused on yours. He's shifting his hips uncomfortably looking for friction as you make your way down his body, sliding your hands under his shirt and pulling it off completely. 

"Get like what Jakey?" 

You ask softly, a smirk on your lips as you throw his shirt somewhere on the floor, bending forward to kiss down his torso 

"Ngh- so possessive, like I'm your toy-mm" He says between heavy sighs, his hand brushes through your hair, keeping it away your face so he can look at you. 

You look up at him, brows raised and smug, "yeah? you like being my doll?" You tease, testing the waters with this term of endearment. and instead of a soft laugh, or a scoff which you were expecting he bites down his lips and averts his gaze. 

 Holy fuck. 

You two really are a match made in heaven. 

The brush of your hands suddenly becomes rougher and you reach for the hem of his trousers, pulling down quickly. too horny to not rush. 

"Wha-what are we doing?" He asks softly, holding himself up with his elbows... You discard  his trousers, reaching over to capture his lips in a soft, passionate kiss. 

"Trust me, yeah?" You whisper gently, holding his gaze as you pull away and take off your panties... "And tell me if it's too much"  

Jake sighs, nodding...  

"Words, doll. we gotta communicate" 

He flushes bright red, more visible now as the sunrise filters through curtains.  

"Yes-nn I trust you baby, i-I'll tell you" he manages out, his voice clear as day, you trail your hands down his legs, standing on your knees as you raise one to your lips, placing a soft kiss to his ankles. "Good." 

"ha-" Jake's breath hitches at the action, surprised, brows knit in confusion.  

Your smirk widens as you pull at both of his legs, your hands right behind his knees as you push them forward, so that his ass is exposed to yours, Jake's eyes widen and he quickly brings a hand down, covering his twitching hole.  

"I-what are you doing, I- I'm not clean down there, inside.." He stutters out. 

But you don't respond, only pressing his knees down harder so his body is trapped from movement, "I know darling, I'm not stupid" You say, too focused on adjusting the position to pay attention to your stern tone, "I- just... I'm not doing anything extra right now okay, We're not rushing into that, okay?" 

You say gently, gaze now on his face, studying his expression. he nods, tracing his hand back to his sides as he lets you fold him over and in himself. 

"This is so embarrassing..." He whispers softly, his lip bitten.  

"I don't know, it's pretty sexy from up here" You tease, shifting so that you're straddling the back of his thighs, his cock hanging down to his stomach right Infront of you. 

"I'm gunna ride you like this, yeah?" You ask, as gently as you can, being barely able to contain your own need to release, your hands reach down his cock, sliding it against your clit and he groans. 

"Fuck- like this?" He says, eyes wide in surprise, Jake's never had his legs folded this high up... ever, and you can tell, all too well by the tremble in his body, but his whimpered breaths are reason enough for you to continue. 

"Holy shit, this is so hot, I-it's like you're fucking me" He moans, his voice dropping in volume towards the end, he flushes at the implication and you slide his cock against your entrance. 

sighing. 

"Fuck, I'm so wet for you Jakey", He moans, feeling the air brush against his skin, colder than before, or maybe it's him that gotten warmer. goosebumps graze through his entire body and he's already twitching at the thought of you riding him like this. 

"Ngh-Please just-" 

"Patience baby, I'm going to-ngh", your hips move against his dick, tip teasing your entrance, trying to work you looser. "mmh- m'just tryna open up for you doll" You tease, knowing exactly how Jake gets off to your vulgar words. 

and then with an unprecedented buck of his hips, his tip catches into your entrance, "ha-" you both sigh in unison. 

You're looking down at him, flushed and folded all for you, his legs spread wide and his pupils dilated to the point where you can barely see the brown in his eyes, "Fuck-" You begin to sink down but his hands fly to yours on his thighs. 

"You- I don't have a condom on.." he trails off and you laugh, clasping your hands with his as you push against his legs. "I want to feel just you right now baby, please", You groan, sinking just a bit so that his tip is inside you. he nods, and then you sink all the way down, this new positions is so much- "ngh" 

-so much more of everything, he's hitting you deeper, you feel tighter and your clit is rubbing across your length. 

"Holy shit-" you sigh out, letting go of his hands as you place yours on his shoulders, leaning forwards, your thighs now holding his down. 

"Please move-nhgh" He whines from underneath, already glistened with sweat, you can hear his hammering heart, or maybe it's yours but you really couldn't care less in this moment, cause now you're moving, using the mattress to leverage your bounces, and you're feeling everything, 

every ridge, every vein, every twitch, every brush against your swollen clit and its fucking overwhelming and so fucking easy. 

Jake's already been reduced to a moaning mess beneath you, everything feels so stretched for him, it feels like you're thrusting into him from this position and he can't stop imagining how it would feel to be stretched around you, your fingers.  He's lost in the thought of how much you'd praise him, smother him with coos as you push into him harder and harder until he's nothing but a crying grunting mess- 

"doll, come back to me" 

You moan out, looking right into his dazed eyes, as you bounce on him, he's being pounded into the mattress. And the way he stretches you is fucking delicious, so fucking wide and yummy as you ride him. 

"yeah-nnh- yeah I'm here- ngh" he says, focusing extra to bring his eyes to look, really look at you. 

You're holding him down in a reverse mating press, looking right into his soul while calling him your doll, and god does he feel so fucking claimed.  

And you notice it, the way his brows knit with every bounce, every time your thighs smack against his ass and push him deeper into the mattress. the way his lips can't mutter anything but your name even if his eyes look dazed, deep down you know the only other place his mind would be is you, and so you go even harder. 

"Fuck-" You curse, his dick rubbing right against your g spot, you grind with every thrust, "Holy fucking shit- you're crazy" He half screams. 

You balance your weight to your arms, pushing his shoulders into the bed and he folds further, his knees almost pressed against his check as you use him to your own preference. 

"you're all mine" You half growl at him, not meaning to sound so... possessive, so entitled to him, to his sex... but here you are rutting against this poor puppy, who's whining and moaning, loud, simply unable to hold anything back. Too unbalanced to reach out for you, his fingers grip the sheets, scrunching them between his palms. and he's- 

"all fucking yours~"  

Jake moans out, his eyes roll back as he absorbs shock after shock of being pushed in by you, his arms can barely hold himself up, and his jaw opens slack. "ngh- I'm gunna fucking cum" He whines out, head stretching his neck bare for you. And you as well, feel so fucking close. Your pussy is basically watering around him, squirt after squirt of warm liquid every time he touches that one spot, which is almost at every thrust.  

"Don't you fucking dare" You mumble out, your eyes wide open, browns knit too close, frowning almost as you stare down his face, his body. ears intently tuned to register only his noises; cute whimpers and desperate whines. 

so fucked for you. 

Jake groans, his back arching despite the folded position "-Please!" he's begging for release, but you don't give it to him, not until your nails dig into his shoulder, till his spit drools onto the pillow and till the knot in your stomach has your head spinning.  

And only when he screams out your name, a desperate hand wrapping around your forearm does that knot in your stomach tighten to the point of breaking, and it comes loose, it does. You let go with a loud grunt, your heart breaks into to two and flies like shrapnel through your throat, lodging itself right into the entrance of your lungs. Your breath comes in ragged pitchy moans, your legs shake as the bed pushes Jake up into you. every buck of your hip to pull away only fucking him in faster and you feel your toes curl into your feet and your legs giving out, from holding him down to spreading wider as you gush around him, your vision white. Pussy so tight that Jake doesn't even stand a chance against it, he's shooting loads, loads that you're squirting right back out. and just when his dick slips out with an accidental buck of your hips can you finally breathe again, limp on top of him as he heaves and heaves. legs relaxing as his feet plant into the mattress around you. 

"fucking shit-" you sigh, too shaky... 

Jake's trembles are slower when you can finally see clear again, you breath in his scent, his scent that's yours. You send an impulse to tighten your grip on him but the wet sensation against your fingertips bring you back to your senses. You pull away just enough to see how your nails have scratched a bloody path down the front of his shoulder. 

Jake trails his hand to your waist, holding you close, he sighs, but it sounds more like a whimper, "good morning" he says, accompanied by a soft, breathless laugh.  

and you return it, by a short huff of laughter, "you're bleeding" you mumble. His eyes blink open, squinting down at you, "where..?" he asks softly, his voice unbothered. His brows raise once he notices, the scratch, shaking his head as he lays back down on the mattress, "that feels like nothing compared to what- just now" he huffs out. holding your hand over his scratches before bringing it up for a kiss. 

You grin, letting yourself rest on top of him once more, kissing his jaw. "mmh- intense morning" you whisper softly, he plays with your fingers, kissing each individually. 

"intense... yeah, I'm going back to sleep after we clean up" He says playfully, nuzzling his sharp nose into your temple as he turns the two of you over to pull you closer. "me too... woke up too early and horny" you reply, tracing circles into his collar bone. 

A long moment of serene silence take over the two of you, thighs rubbing, sensitives twitching, exchanging soft kisses as the two of you wind down to something normal. 

"c'mon baby let's get cleaned up... run the shower I'll get the sheets" Jake says, voice gentle and groggy as you push up, standing with shaky legs. "you okay?" you ask, voice teasing but soft. 

He catches himself, trembling legs and all, using the bed post. laughing embarrassingly "Yeah...” 

You smile endearingly, moving closer to him so that he’s looking down at you, “D’you think you could handle it... a strap?” 

He bites down on his lower lip, the corners twitching into a shy smile as his eyes crinkle towards the edge. He nods, subtly.  

“Yeah... I’d be willing...” his voice quiet as he bumps his hip into yours, “to try it, with you” 

 You nod, laughing softly brushing your fingers up his arm, “makes me think how you’d shake then” 

The End

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[jakesimnophilia]

Hello, could you do a domjake and subfreader, but don’t make it toxic—so please no spanking or choking. This may be a bit too much to ask, but if you could, could you please write this story a bit longer? Only if you’re okay with it. Don’t make the whole plot about sex, write three or four—two big ones and one small scene for example— but it’s obviously up to you. It would be very nice if you could add some interesting backstory. Maybe the reader could have some kind of childhood trauma, nothing TOO big, and I wouldn’t want Jake pitying her either. I’m so sorry for asking you this, but I would really appreciate it if you could make my daydream come true in a story like this.

Hello Anon, I'm so sorry it took so long to reply but Uni has been (and lwk still is) after my ass.

Since this is an ask including smut, I'm going to have to ask you to Dm me or Let me know who you are so I can verify your age for my own satisfaction. Just so I can rest knowing i tried my best not to write for minors.

There's also a few more things I would like to discuss regarding this before I decide to write this or not.

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[jakesimnophilia]

You are AMAZINGGGFG. Wired for obedience is soooooooo freaking good. It has all of the right things like everythinggg. And also the dialogue is so good idk how u did it and not make it too cringy but u did it 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾.

I hope everything you want in life you get. I also hope you keep writing.

WIRED FOR OBEDIENCE IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS

Oh My God.

I love you for this.. I'm so glad you enjoyed wired for obedience this muchh. like you have no idea how happy this makes me.

I was actually so nervous that i was dragging shit on for longer and that the dialogues were unnecessary sometimes but this is SO reassuring.

AND i am planning on writing more, I've got a little smth smth planned for Jake and Jungwon (separately). I just need to get to writing it.😋

[lassiie]

Helloo,

I hope you're doing well AND I should've done this so much sooner, back when i read power play for the first time. BUT GOD DAMNNN. I read it on a seperate account when it came out and i just can't stop coming back to it. I love it so so muchh because the way you've written their dynamic is just so addicting. no hate to other authors. ever. But usually when i see sub!Jake the reader tends to be written as mean even outside the "play" part. which y'know is not bad cause at the end of the day it's all fiction. BUT this is always so refreshing to readd. i love Love LOVE it so much. It also kind of reminds me of this movie called love and leashes, and i can't help but wonder if you took inspiration from that because the similarity between some scenes is uncanny(inagoodway). And i can't like stress this enough but i really really enjoyed this piece of yours, so much so that it inspired to write my first fanfiction. And i hope you never stop writing things like this (again in a good way, at your own pace) because your writing is just that good.

Hiii love, this is so sweet, thank you so much so much🥺 i’m really happy the dynamic felt refreshing to you because that’s exactly what i was aiming for. i love writing crazy unbelievable things tho but my heart reaallyyyy beat for somehow realistic moving romances!!!

and you got it 😭 love and leashes was definitely an inspiration I JUST LOVE THIS MOVIE. i literally rewatched the movie while writing part 2, so the vibes probably slipped in a little

hot take maybe, but even though i love extremes too, i’m really into more realistic storytelling and dynamics that still feel human. even if my ovulating brain can write wild shit like saint’s dream and trapped...

also the fact that it inspired you to write your first fanfic??? that’s such a huge compliment. thank you for reading and loving it like it darling

If anyone is interested here's her fic guys !! Link

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i kneww it and i agree love and leashes is fire. I actually rewatched the movie after reading your fanfic and enjoyed it even more than when i saw it before. !not hot take, very very cold take i would say... something about realistic romance, and emotion is just so nICe even if it's not entirely relatable. ig the best way i cant put it is that it feels like more...idk? like especially now as I'm adulting it's beginning to get difficult to get behind emotionally iffy romance because it's just harder to justify their actions...but not in an entirely bad way? and it's not even the smut i would say, people have crazy sex irl. so it has more to do about the dynamic and and the build up. and that is just so so yummy in power play and a few other fics I've read.. and it's like one of those things that you read once and you're stuck cause you can't really find it in yourself to go back to other works without it(not in a bad way and not just limited to fanfiction).

And i just can't thank you enough for all the love you've shown wired for obedience. this in itself is such a motivational experience to keep on writing cause my initial plan was to dip after this. I love you miss ma'am.

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was just abt to ask to be on the taglist for "wired for obedience" till I checked your page and omg!! out just an hour ago!! 😭 I cannot wait to read it once I get some free time but just know im gonna eat that shit UP 🤤🤤🤤🤤

omg helloo,

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. feel free to tell me how you felt about itt, i would love to hear it.

my asks are also open if you have any fun ideass, I'm going to have a lot of time after my exams finish in a week.

[jakesimnophilia]

TEASER: Wired for Obedience

Pairing: HotNerd!sub!Jake x HotNerd!dom!freader.

Genres: Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, University au, comedy, smut, like super filthy smut.

Current wc: 6.2k

Expected wc: 10-12k

updated current wc: 18k updated expected wc: 20-25k (yes ik)

Warnings (MDNI 18+ only) : Choking, A LOT of choking, Shoe Kink, Reader steps on Jake, Dacryphilia, Face sitting, Praise, So so much praise, Pet Play, Barking, Food, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Begging, tickle torture(just a little bit), Collar and Leash, p in v, Riding, BDSM, S&M, Jake says the safe word(it isn't too bad), Reader is Gentle-ish?, Teasing, Slight scratching, Some Engineering Vocab. Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, use of pup puppy & good boy, Aftercare, Jake gets kicked in the balls(he likes it).

Notes: Jake is studying Mechatronics, Jay & Bff!Jungwon are studying Mechanical engineering and Reader is studying Electronic Engineering. Reader is actually very caring and attentive, everything is consensual and safe(and fictional).

Synopsis: It's post exam period and you've had a vision, of a remote control tightening collar, and as an engineering student you make it your mission to make it happen. But there's one problem, you're studying electronic engineering, you have no idea how to model and design the mechanical part of the collar... and your only friend in mechanical engineering, Jungwon won't help. So you do the only thing you can, you put up an ad, looking for people well versed in CAD to help you bring your vision to life.

Little did you know that Jake's been crushing on you since first semester, and the only reason he hasn't approached you is because there's been no reason to. When Jungwon tells him you're looking for help it's like the stars align and Jake jumps at the opportunity to get close to you.

Sometime along working on the project and late night texts, Jake realizes he enjoys your teasing more than he should, and you realize you really, Really, REALLY like getting a reaction out of him. One thing leads to another and you find out Jake used to find you scary, but that's good, Jake likes scary.

p.s: follow and leave a comment saying you want to be tagged to be added to the taglist for this fic

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an update on the fic: it's taking longer than I had expected, it's at 18k words now!! and it's definitely going to be longer than that, so expect at most another week. Thankyou for all the notes and i can't wait to get this piece to you guyss(It's turning out to be more emotional than i thought) to those who commented pls don't forget to follow to be added in the taglist.

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!!!OUT NOW!!!

I had to put it out in two parts because tumblr wouldn't let me post all that...

[jakesimnophilia]

Wired for Obedience pt.2

Pairing: Nerd!sub!Jake x Nerd!dom!freader.

Genres: Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, University au, comedy, angst(ish), smut, like super filthy smut, Slowburn.

21.2k words (pt.2)

Requests/asks OPEN!

Warnings (MDNI 18+ only) : Choking, A LOT of choking, Shoe Kink, Reader steps on Jake, Dacryphilia, Face sitting, Praise, So so much praise, Pet Play, Barking, Food, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Begging, tickle torture(just a little bit), Collar and Leash, p in v, Riding, BDSM, S&M, Jake says the safe word(it isn't too bad), Reader is Gentle-ish?, Teasing, Slight scratching, Some Engineering Vocab. Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, use of pup puppy & good boy, Aftercare, Jake gets kicked in the balls(he likes it), fingering. everything is consensual and safe(and fictional).

Synopsis: It's post exam period and you've had a vision, of a remote control tightening collar, and as an engineering student you make it your mission to make it happen. But there's one problem, you're studying electronic engineering, you have no idea how to model and design the mechanical part of the collar... and your only friend in mechanical engineering, Jungwon won't help. So you do the only thing you can, you put up an ad, looking for people well versed in CAD to help you bring your vision to life.

read pt.1 here not proofread:)

The wait for Friday is excruciatingly long, The minutes feel like hours and hours, days. But alas the day is here, and time seems to be going by too fast as you get dressed. 

You decided on a beautiful dark silver dress, one that stops right under your knees, leaving enough space for your stockings to peek through to show off your legs and your red bottom heels. The rhinestone anklet taps against the black leather of your shoe, your jewelry matches, and the black coat you have planned will bring the outfit together. 

You're combing through your hair when your phone starts ringing, you rush to the dining table , where you had left your phone to see Jake calling. 

You pick up immediately, 

“Hey” 

“Heyy, I’m downstairs” 

You quickly check the time, 6:55pm. 

“could you come upstairs” 

“Hmm ok” 

“I’ll leave the door unlocked and buzz you in” 

You set your phone down to do just that and you rush to retouch your lipstick and gather your purse items. When you get back to the dining room to get your phone, you notice the collar still sitting on the table... 

It’s staring back at you and you lose yourself in thought when Jake knocks at your door. You glance at it again, you added some padding on the inside, it’s sleeker now... should be easy enough to hide. Your gaze is stuck on collar, staring for so long that another knock echoes and you hear the door creak. 

“Hello?” Jake calls out, stepping into the house cautiously like he never wants to assume that you’ll stop giving him permission. 

“living room” You answer, still looking at the collar, your hand reaches towards it to make sure the fabric is sewn on smoothly and that the foam covers it properly. You know it does, there’s barely any imperfection in your work, you hear Jake’s footsteps approach and you drop your hand to beside the collar. 

“You look... really nice,” Jake says. The floorboards creak as you turn to face him your hand still on the table to keep your thoughts connected. 

He’s frozen by the door, taking in your form with an expression that is stricken with awe. 

“thank you” you mutter softly, letting your gaze run over him. Pressed pants, a lovely brown leather jacket and a darker brown turtleneck sweater- perfect to hide the collar. You shake the idea off, you had promised yourself that you would respect his way of pacing things, but this is hardly rushing, especially after how he was on the walk. Torturing you with his reactions and then getting flustered at your authority. 

“you look-” 

Your gaze shifts from his turtleneck to his hair which is done up, naturally. He looks so delectable right now, so very  

“-very sexy” 

Jake let’s out a flustered sigh at your compliment, suddenly feeling shy at how straightforward you’re being. He rubs the back of his neck just as his mouth open to mutter a quiet ‘thanks’ when his gaze traces down your arm to where your hand rests, by the collar. 

He stiffens, breath hitching as his gaze whips towards yours, and instead of fear there’s... anticipation. 

“I was thinking...” you trail off, your eyes guide you back to the collar. And before you can finish your sentence Jake speaks out. 

“The collar?” 

“mhmm, I added some padding, it’s sleek enough to easily hide under your turtleneck” 

He gulps, his gaze focused on yours. You pick it up and hand it to him, and he runs his fingers on the fabric pressing down to test the softness. 

“toni-ght?” His voice cracks slightly and you realize how absurd it must be to use the collar for a first date and you shake your head.  

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to...” 

“No-” Jake says, too hurried. His free hand flexes by his side, like if he stops bawling it his consciousness might drift away. “-no, I mean yes” 

His voice comes out a bit loud to sound as calm as he wants to sound. 

 “You can say no Jake, we don’t have to do thi-” 

 His hesitant body language confuses you and you try to give him a larger door to escape through but he interrupts, taking a small step closer. His brows raise in slight regret like interrupting you is something he thinks of as a crime... especially in this moment. 

“No- I don’t want to say no” He mutters, his voice gets louder towards the end like his heart and his body are working faster than his brain. His submission itself questions your sanity, so much so that you can’t be sure if you can control yourself if things get... heavier. Which they will. 

Jake runs his thumb over the collar, every beat of his heart rings just a bit louder in his ear and the thought of you putting the collar on him, fastening around his throat and taking that kind of control has him feeling both feral and lightheaded as the same time.  

“Can you- put it on me..?” 

He asks slowly, his gaze is still focused down at the collar in his hand. He looks so willing to let you control him, so trusting of your desire that it weakens your resolve and you just want to go and burry yourself in his arms and praise with words and kisses. But the high that you’re getting from this moment is powerful, much too powerful for you to keep your usually calm resolve. Your lips curl up in a wide smirk and you close the distance between you two, your hands brush against his as you reach for the collar and he finally looks up to meet your gaze. 

He lets the collar go and you reach up to tug the collar of his sweater down. 

“Hold this for me” You whisper, Jake’s hands reach up as he holds the collar down for you. Your gaze flickers from his crazed eyes to his lips that he’s biting down to his neck.  

Your finger brushes against his soft skin and you’re already planning out the marks you’ll leave here.  

You bite down on your lip to keep all the words that might slip through when you’re standing so close to him. 

“fuck- you’re so hot” 

Jake whispers breathlessly, his gaze studies your expression and you notice the way his knees almost buckle. Like kneeling for you is an instinct. 

He straightens when you fasten the collar around the column of his throat, “Swallow, so I know it isn’t too tight” 

His throat bobs almost instantly and you look up at him with eyes so curious that he looks like he’s about to break. 

“I-It feels good..” 

“Yeah?.. We can take it off whenever, just say the word”  you pull his sweater up, concealing the collar and move to take a step back to take a good look at him, but his hands quickly reach for your hips and hold you in place. 

“can you kiss me right now? Just once please” 

He needs something to ground him, he needs something that’ll confirm that he is truly yours and you realize that. You cup his face and tilt it down just enough for his lips to be in level with yours and you hold him there, testing the air between 

“We should probably have a safe word” 

His lashes flutter, reveling the idea of you pushing him so far that a safe word be put in place and his grip tightens unconsciously. 

“yeah.. Please that would be good” 

“so eager... do you have any in mind?” 

“Traffic lights- red yellow green... I think that would be for the best” 

“traffic lights..?” you lean closer letting your finger trail to the fabric of his sweater, under which the collar remains hidden. 

“yeah gree-mmf" 

Jake begins to explain his choice but you interrupt him with the kiss he had asked for so nicely just moments ago. You keep it short and sweet, letting the delicious push of your lips linger on his before leaning away, putting some space between the two. 

“go on Jakey” you tease with a smirk, the nickname flows out smoother than you had anticipated and he raises his eyebrows, looking at you again with those lovely puppy eyes of his and you can’t help but cock your head, ignoring the way he’s reacting to your endearment. 

He pouts, unsatisfied in the way you ignore him nonchalantly and his nose twitches before he continues. 

“green is go... for you to ask if it’s okay, red is stop” 

You nod, your gaze trained on him as you take another step backwards, he follows. 

“yellow means... i’m close to my limit” He mutters, following you as you take another step backwards, you’re listening. “like... slow down or check in, but don’t stop.. Pause and keep pushing”  You grab your purse from the table and slide the remote into it. 

“You want me to push you?” 

You say playfully as you walk past him to put on your coat, Jake turns to face you as you move around. “Yeah, I’d like for you to-” he says quietly, make his way to you and tugging on your scarf “to have your way with me..”  

oH- 

You pause in your tracks, stopping to look up at him. It seems he just keeps getting bolder and bolder and just as you’re about to say something snarky about his new sense of honesty, he speaks up, again. A bit louder this time. 

“I want you to have fun with me, use me. I want to- fuck.. I want to belong to you” He takes your hands in his and guides them to his shoulder as he invades your space once more. 

“I want you to push me around until I’m nothing but a mess for you” 

Ah.. He's teasing you, that’s what’s happening, He’s trying to get back at you for all the times you’ve gotten under his skin and he’s doing a damn good job. You squeeze his biceps and smile knowingly. 

“I can be pretty mean” 

“be mean to me please...” 

You scoff, after all that talk about doing things right, taking them slow. If you had known putting the collar on him would make him so eager and straightforward you would’ve done it the moment the collar was finished.  

“You said I can be scary” 

“I also said you look good that way” 

The way you tug on his collar is harsh, he stumbles back slightly. “I’ll deal with you when we get back” you mutter, a shy smile creeps up your face as you turn away. 

If it weren’t for the full face of makeup you have on, he would’ve caught you, but you can’t let him know he won this round, so you shake your head and reach for you keys. 

“We should get going... and you you’ve got something on your lips” 

You guide him out of the apartment door while he tries to wipe the lipstick off his lips. 

Jake is still rubbing at his lips when you lock the apartment door behind you. The cold air in the hallway bites pleasantly against your cheeks, grounding you just enough to stop replaying every needy word he just said. 

He walks beside you quietly, gaze flickering from the stairs to you...still in awe. 

His shoulder brushed against yours once on the way down and he doesn’t apologize for it, which feels like its own kind of boldness. 

Outside the evening air is crisp, the streetlamps reflect faintly off the thin dusting of frost along the sidewalk. Jake hurries ahead to open the passenger door for you, his movements a little stiff, like he’s hyper aware of the implications of this. 

You slide into the seat, smoothing your dress as he circles the care and settles into the driver’s seat. Jake exhales deeply and rests his hands on the steering wheel longer than necessary before starting the engine. 

“You good?” you raise the question, taking in his stiff form. 

“mhmm, just a bit nervous is all” he says with a soft laugh, and in this moment the laugh shoots right through your heart. You let your gaze settle on his side profile as you settle into your own seat. 

“don’t be, you’ve already done the most difficult part...” you say softly with a voice voice so gentle that Jake’s lips part to let out a silent sigh before he breaks into his ever so charming smile. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes. You already asked me out, just focus on enjoying this right now...” 

He lets out another laugh, this time it’s half nervous and half glad. The street’s empty ahead and he turns to look at you with gleaming eyes. The warm light of the streetlamps illuminate his brown eyes and your heart flutters at the sight. You don’t even see his hand reach out, but you feel his gentle graze on your knuckles. 

“You’re really pretty”  He says softly, letting himself get distracted by you before turning his focus back to the road, unbeknownst to how crazy your heart is beating, but strangely enough it doesn’t feel dangerous it feels...nice, it feels stable. 

Jake turns into the parking lot of the posh Italian restaurant located on the other side of the bridge.  

“This place is quite expensive...” 

You mutter softly, you don’t want to ruin the mood but at the end of the day both of you are university students. 

He reverses into an empty lot and turns to look at you. “I saved up, wanted to treat you to something special... so don’t think about it too much” 

You bite back a smile and nod slowly, the two of you have been talking for barely two months, so his efforts don’t feel like a burden, they just make the flutter in your heart more comfortable.   

The restaurant is warm and softly lit, the faint clinking of glasses and low murmurs of conversation wrap around the soft jazz music creates a romantic ambience, and you can’t help but to shift a bit closer to Jake as the host guides the two of you to the table. 

You sit across from each other. “this is nice” you lean forward, locking your eyes with his as the waiter hands you the menu. You mutter a small thank you. 

You scan the menu before looking up at Jake, who’s looking at his with furrowed brows. 

“You look ... focused.” you say with a smirk. 

He tilts his head to the side as he fakes an irritated expression.  

“I’m trying to remember how to read while my brain is somewhere else” 

His retort has you smiling ear to ear, his teasing is refreshing, so you decide to play along. 

You nod comically slow, “hmm, somewhere else you say?” Your say, faking innocence as your gaze bores into his. And to tease him further you inch your hand to your purse, visibly, so he can notice. And he does, his hand shoots up to touch the neck of his sweater, feeling the collar under the fabric but you don’t do anything but let out a genuine amused laugh as you take both your hands back to holding the menu. 

Jake scoff, the pink inching to his cheeks and he shakes his head. 

“Get out of my head” 

He breathes, and flags the waiter down to your table.  

The waiter walks off with a polite smile after noting down your orders, and Jake turns to you, only to notice your gaze wandering around the place in silence. He waits a moment for your gaze to find his and then another before he interrupts your thoughts. 

“You seem quiet...” 

You hum thoughtfully, letting your gaze linger on the crystal chandelier before returning to him. “Just thinking..” 

“you should just think about me right now” he adds dryly after a moment, though the corner of his mouth lifts. 

And you smirk, cause what else could you possibly think of in this moment, your gaze sharpens playfully. 

“You told me to push you... I’m thinking of ways to do that” 

Jake almost chokes on his spit, eyes widening before he composes himself to speak to you, 

“don’t think too much of it, just have fun..” 

He says quietly, suddenly shy and you hold back a scoff, he doesn’t understand the planning that comes with control, had the two of you decided to use the collar before you already would have something planned out. 

“fun huh?..” 

“How about... we do three strikes, a strike every time you apologize. A strikeout means a punishment” 

Jake’s breath hitches at your suggestion, he straightens his spine, clearly excited. 

“Y-yeah, let’s do that” 

“Great, you better be on your best behavior then” 

The waiter makes his way back to your table, a polite smile, a small paper book in hand. 

“Would you like to order drinks?” 

“What non-alcoholic drinks do you serve” 

The two of you end up ordering the sweet grape soda, the waiter leaves momentarily to retrieve the bottle. That’s when you decide to play a little. 

Your lift your purse into your lap, Jake doesn’t notice, your fingers slip inside, finding the remote, and you press. 

The first click turns the collar on. 

Jake notices the smirk tugging at your lips, his brows furrow, hands creeping to clutch the table. 

“What are you up to-oh-” 

He realizes too late,  

The collar whirs quietly as it tightens and his hand reaches up to brush the fabric of his sweater. He looks at you panicked eyes, but you can see the excitement simmering underneath. His lips twitch onto a slightly crazed smile as he settles into the sensation. 

His breath shudders slightly, it’s on a low setting so he should still be able to breathe okay, but the pressure is unmistakable. 

“Fu-ck.” He mutter under his breath. 

You lean forward onto your elbows, feigning innocence. 

“How was class today, Jake?” you ask, barely suppressing a snicker. 

“h-huh? Yeah.. The lecture was g-good, second half was a bit boring we did too many questions” 

“is that so, what course was it?” 

“Mechanics of m-materials” His breathing grows heavier, not dangerously so, just enough for you to notice how aware he is of every inhale. You press the button again, increasing the level and he almost lets out a quiet whimper. You can clearly see the strain in his eyes as he fights to keep them open. 

“That’s the class where the lecturer gives you his notes, no?”  “Ye-ha fuck, yeah that’s the one” 

The strained edge in his voice sends a sharp thrill through you, and you feel your restraint loosening by the second. But you notice the waiter returning, guiding an elegant wooden trolley toward your table, so you pause. 

Jake sees you reach for the remote again and immediately leans forward, his hand hovering near yours as if to stop you. His eyes flick nervously around the restaurant. He’s clearly worried someone might notice if you tighten it further. 

His reaction is... adorable. 

You still your hand, allowing space as the waiter begins placing the dishes and the drinks onto the table. Jake notices him then, his mouth going dry as his gaze flickers between you and the server. The thought of someone discovering how tightly wound he is beneath his sweater seems to both thrill and terrify him. 

“your drink, sir,” the waiter says politely, pouring Jake’s soda. 

Jake glances at you once, hesitating. He moves to thank the waiter but he seems unsure if his voice will cooperate. 

You relent, easing the collar slightly. 

Jake visibly startles at the release, his shoulders drop as he draws a deeper breath before quietly thanking the waiter. 

Once the waiter leaves, you loosen the collar completely, allowing him to settle before eating. 

“cute,” you say with a teasing laugh, reaching for your fork, 

‘no warning?” he aSks, shooting you a pointed look, his lips still parted as he steadies his breathing. 

You glance up from your plate, meeting his gaxe. 

“You want a warning?” you ask, brows lifting slightly. So much for wanting to be pushed. 

“...no” he murmurs, lowering his gaze back to the food. A faint blush lingers across his cheeks. “That was good actually.” 

Jake focuses on his plate or a moment, cutting into his food with a little too much concentration, like he’s grounding himself through the simple motion. You watch him take his first bite, his shoulders slowly relaxing as he chews. 

“Okay” he says after swallowing, nodding to himself. “This is worth the money, I’m immediately less stressed.” 

You smile, twirling your fork lazily through your pasta. “You were stressed?” 

“I was taking you somewhere fancy,” he says, glancing up at you. “Of course I was stressed. What if the food sucked? That would’ve ruined my entire boyfriend application.” 

Your lips twitch. 

“Application, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he nods solemnly. “Still under review, I think.” 

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider it while taking a bite, “Performance so far has been... acceptable.” you tease. 

“Acceptable?” he repeats, narrowing his eyes playfully. “I planned a whole date.” 

“You almost choked when I mentioned the strikes” 

“That was... unrelates,” he says quickly, and you catch the way his ears tint pink. 

You hide a smile behind your glass as you take a sip. 

“So,” he says after a moment, letting the two of you fully taste your food before restarting conversation “how’s fourth semester treating you?” 

You grimace playfully at the mention of studies. “Currently, I’m being bullied by power electronics” 

He lets out a sympathetic groan. “That sounds illegal.” 

“It should be,” you mutter. “spent three hours yesterday trying to figure out why my converter simulation kept oscillating. Turns out I miscalculated the switching frequency and threw the whole control loop off.” 

Jake snorts, “whatever you say beautiful, had electronics two last semester, it was pure torture. Mechanics is mostly stress equations, A lot of staring at beams and pretending they won’t snap” 

“sounds fun” you say, taking another bite of your food. 

“yeah.. It is. It's predictable, if something fails it’s physically visible, you can trace it back.” 

You tilt your head slightly at that, studying him for a moment longer than necessary. 

“Predictability is comforting.” you say quietly. 

“Yeah,” he replies, then glances at you. “is it not for you?” 

You shrug lightly, spearing another bite of food. 

“no no it is I guess. Circuits behave if you design them correctly," you say. “Life... not so much” 

Jake watches you carefully, like he’s trying to decide whether that was a joke or not. 

“...Is that why you like controlling things?” he asks gently. 

You glance up at him, one brow rising slightly at the directness, he immediately looks like he’s worried he stepped over a line. 

“I mean- not like that- I just” 

“It’s fine,” you interrupt, amused as you set your fork down and lean back slightly. 

“I like knowing how things will react, predictability is hard to come by when there’s so much change happening.” you admit, tone casual but honest. “So.. I don’t want to get to used to it, the noise is realistic. Keeps me on my toes. And when you learn to control the unpredictable, everything just feels safer.” 

“and you want to be kept on your toes?” he asks carefully, and you smile. 

“Not exactly, just enough for me not to fall over if something out of pocket happens. You become present” 

“Makes sense,” he says quietly, “You’re... good at it.” 

“Handling circuits?” you ask lightly. 

He gives you a look. 

“You know that’s not what I meant?” 

“Why don’t you tell me anyways” You smile, small and controlled, before reaching for your drink. 

“... you’re present I mean. You’ve been eating away at my brain since first semester, it’s concrete... your footing.” 

Jake’s words settle between you like a dropped glass that doesn’t shatter, just hums with tension. 

You pause mid-sip, lowering your glass slowly. Your gaze studies him, sharp but warm, searching for exaggeration, teasing... something to soften the weight of what he just admitted. 

But he doesn’t look away. 

The dim light from the chandelier flickers across his face, catching the faint flush on his cheeks, the steady set of his jaw and the quiet determination behind those warm brown eyes. He means it, God, he means it. 

A small breath escapes you before you can stop it. Compliments about your appearance are easy to tease, to return. This... isn’t. 

“You make me sound terrifying,” you murmur, your softening gaze betrays your will to keep playful. 

“I am terrified, but it thrills me. Like I can leave it to you to ground me.” He says earnestly but you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

“Is that meant to be a pun?” 

His brows furrows before he realizes, and then he’s laughing softly and rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You know, I’m not as put together as you think I am Jake.” 

His warm smile, illuminated by even warmer light is intoxicating. You can see yourself loosing yourself to him. 

“I know... no one is really. You bite your cheeks when you’re deciding something, you’re doing it now” 

He gestures vaguely towards your mouth with his fork. 

You freeze, and then deliberately relax your jaw, you notice the proud grin that curls up the corner of his pretty lips. Something warm spreads through your chest and you recover by lifting one brow, letting the smirk tug at your lips. 

“You’ve been observing me that closely?” 

He shrugs at your question, looking a little sheepish before he admits. 

“I like you,” he says simply 

The honesty knocks the air out of you more effectively than any bold flirtation could. Though this is his second time confessing, the words feel even more intense than when he had said them at your place. You glance down at your plate for a moment, composing yourself and twirling your fork through your pasta. 

“That’s a very dangerous confession, Jake” You reply lightly. 

“Why?” he asks with raised brows. His fork set by the plate as he focuses solely on you. 

“Because...” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his again. “I can be a lot, a little mean, a little controlling” 

“A little seems like an understatement” he teases with a small smile as he picks his fork back up and takes a bite of his food. 

You can’t help but scoff at his words, and his smile widens. 

“I like all of that... I already told you, do whatever you want to me” 

You let his words linger, his honesty, his trust feels like finding a real oasis in the middle of a barren desert after being shown multiple mirages of safety. It’s weird how his submission has you submitting. The weight of them, finally settling onto your shoulders.  

“You know Jake,” your voice is gentle, soft even. “if we keep exploring this... you need to keep telling me things like that. Even when it feels inconvenient, even when it ruins the mood.” 

Jake nods almost immediately, the truth behind your words not lost on him, he’s just simply excited. 

“okay” 

“I mean it Jake” Your voice comes out firmer than intended and you notice the way Jake straightens up and tilts his head. 

“I-I know,” he replies softly 

Eventually, the waiter comes to clear away the last of your plates, leaving behind only just the half-finished glasses with a promise of today’s complimentary gelato. Jake leans back slightly in his chair, fingers tapping against the stem of his glass as he watches you with a smile, he feels accomplished. 

You pretend not to notice, 

Your foot slides forward under the table, slow and deliberate, the leather point of your shoe brushes against the inside of his ankle, just where his pants come to an end. 

Jake stiffens. 

His gaze shifts into something for vulnerable, something more intense. He searches your face for hint, anything about what you’re plotting, but you don’t give. Your face is kept carefully neutral. You tilt your head slightly as you take a sip of your drink like nothing is happening at all. 

You glide the shoe higher, it grazes the skin on the inside of his calf, his pants rise. Jake swallows. You press the point in lightly, just enough for him to hiss and then retreat. Careful not to bring your foot too far back, 

His hand tightens around his glass before he sets it down carefully, like he’s afraid he might shatter if he doesn’t/ His eyes narrow just slightly, he seems playful and so he moves his foot in retaliation.  

He aims for your ankle but since your foot is already in suck close proximity he ends up kicking into your foot. You freeze for half a second before lifting your brows slowly, gaze lowering toward the contact. 

“Shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” Jake’s eyes widen immediately and a hand comes up to cover his mouth.  

Your lips on the other hand curl up. He fell for it, how cute. 

“Strike One” you say slowly, mulling the words before letting them go and they taste so sweet. You lean back in your chair, crossing on leg neatly over the other as if you’re settling into something comfortable, but in truth it’s something victorious. 

Jake groans softly under his breath, dragging a hand down his face as his brows droop and a blush spreads to the tips of his ears. 

“You set me up,” he mutters, 

You hum, noncommittal, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Your smirk is much to wide to keep it a secret. 

“You’re so mean” he mutters with a quiet laugh. 

“You said you wanted it” you retort instantly, enjoying the last sip of your soda before the waiter sets the small bowls of gelato down in front of you two. 

He looks back up, holding your gaze a second longer before he asks for the bill. Something unsaid hovering between you both before he clears his throat once again. 

Your hands curl around Jake’s arms as the two of you exit the restaurant and enter the cold of the winter nights. Jake smiles to himself at the gesture, avoiding your direct gaze for just a moment. 

“The food was good, the company was even better. Thanks for taking me out on this date Jake” 

You say softly, leaning closer than you need to be right now. Jake fidgets with his hand and laughs softly. “Really? I think my company was better than yours.” He says with a playful laugh, “you’re lovely” 

You smile to yourself, his words are like a spell capturing your heart.  

“There’s no frost in this side of town” you say absentmindedly, your bodies brushing as you walk leisurely towards the park, not too far from the parking lot. 

“Yeah, you don’t have boots on, you could have slipped” 

You didn’t even connect the dots, your usual winter boots are replaced by your beautiful red bottoms, which tend to be slippery even on tile. 

“I guess you would have had to carry me then” You joke lightly, letting the cold wind sting against your cheek. Jake grins and turns to face you. 

“I can still do that” He offers excitedly, his eagerness amuses you and you let out a laugh, nudging his shoulder with a soft hit. 

“Easy there, pup” 

“pup? Th-that's new.” Jake shudders at the nickname, he clearly likes it more than he had though, and you’re glad an absentminded choice of words resulted into this. 

You hum softly as you turn into a narrow alley that leads to the park, but you slow down and let go of his arm. The streetlights casts your shadows, long on the brick wall and you back into it, gaze fixed on Jake. The cold air sneaks into your cold and you pull it tighter around you. 

Jake notices and he stops completely, a few meters infront of you. 

“You’re cold,” He says softly, a playful note of concern threads through his voice, he knows you’re plotting something, not sure what exactly. 

“I am,” You say without letting even a second linger between you, your breath fogs in front of you. “I think... you should probably move closer. You know... warm me up.” 

Jake blinks, he’s caught off guard for a fraction of a second before a small grin curls on his lips, “Oh..? Is that an order?” 

“d’you only listen to orders?.. you should learn to read between the lines, Bad puppy.” you tease, backing fully against the wall, you can feel the brick through your coat. 

Jake brushes the collar under his sweater at the nickname, He steps closer, but not close enough. “I-I can do that, if it helps.” His voice drops to a whisper, warm and nervous. 

You smirk slightly, letting your hides slide up his chest to rest under the opening of his jacket, leaving it to him to close the distance, letting him have some semblance of control before you take it all away from him. “It will, I’m freezing over here.” 

He steps further, his hands clasp around yours before he slides his hands up your arms and then down your waist. You can feel the heat radiating from his body and it’s intoxicating. “I’m here.”  

You laugh softly at his nervous touch. “That’s... a start” 

You tilt your chin up, making your intentions for this detour very very clear, but Jake looks distracted. 

He looks down at you with his pretty puppy eyes, breathing shallow as he speaks in a whisper. 

“So... about that application-” he starts shyly. And you laugh, letting your head lean back into the wall behind. 

“What about it Jake?” you tease. 

“Do you approve it? Can I be your boyfriend?”  

The words hang in the alley with a fragility that makes your chest twist slightly, Jake bites his lips, his cheeks warm under your gaze. 

You study him for a long moment, savoring the vulnerability he’s offering you so openly. Your hands inch further up  

“You’re very forward tonight..” you murmur, voice soft. 

“I can be,” he admits immediately, a slight tremble evident in his voice. “If it means I get an answer”  

Your lips tug into a small smile, “And what will happen if I say yes?” you prolong the moment, both of you know in your hearts what your answer is. 

“Then I-I'll be the happiest guy alive to have you as my girlfriend. I promise to do my best for you, whatever you want.” he says eagerly, 

“And what if I say no?” you say mischievously. 

“Please- don’t tease me right now~” He says breathlessly, the winter cold fogs up his words. 

“I’m still cold, Jakey.” You whisper, tilting your head perfectly to angle against his if he bends just a bit further your way. Your hands inch deeper into his jacket, resting around his neck, fingers brushing the collar from above the fabric. 

Jake grins shyly and shifts closer, so that his arms circle around you, so that his lips are just inches away from yours. “yes ma’am” 

His warmth bleeds into you, your study the intensity behind his gaze, and you feel your knees weaken. You let out a soft laugh, the tension between you is thick yet affectionate, his hand brushes along your back like he’s ushering you to move closer. 

“It’s a yes, application approved or whatever”  

You huff softly, too eager to feel his lips on yours to drag this moment out any longer. 

Jake’s breath catches audibly, a wide smile splitting his face as he lets out an even softer laugh, almost desperate. He leans in just then, barely enough to press a tentative warm kiss to your lips, communicating everything he feels like in this moment... sweet, nervous, and full of promise. 

You pull him closer, not letting him pull back, you return his soft kiss with lovely pressure and he responds with a push so that you are fully against the wall and absolutely devours your lips, your tongue slips into his and you catch a glimpse of your smudged lipstick around his mouth from the distance. You pull back completely and laugh again, Jake follows suit, laughing just because he’s happy. 

“So...” you murmur, your voice lower than before. But your gaze is testing. “I guess that means I get to boss you around everywhere”  Jake groans softly, playful but utterly in surrender. “mm’yeah, you can always do that” 

You slip your hands out of his Jacket and look at him softly, “first order of action. Give me your car keys” 

You hold a hand out and he puts them in without question. 

“Your place or mine” he mutters avidly. 

“yours, plus a small stop at the store” you say breathlessly, the answer finally comes to you. You know how you’re going to push Jake. 

You don’t break eye contact as you turn the keys over in your palm, already moving past him towards the car. Jake follows quickly, and without thinking he opens the passenger door for you on instinct, he laughs awkwardly when he notices you slide into the driver’s seat instead. Recalling that the two of you had already established this. 

“Get in, silly” You say teasingly, buckling yourself in and adjusting the mirrors with a deliberate calmness. He settles in obediently, the tip of his ears already pink. 

You start the engine to turn the heating on before turning just enough for your knees to point to him. You take one proper look at him before slipping your hand inside your purse. 

His hands rest on his thighs, fingers curled like he’s holding himself still by force. Suddenly all too aware of the collar beneath his sweater, his breath hitches. 

“easy,” you mutter softly, before focusing your gaze on him. “I just need to see how far you can go. Okay?” 

You say gently, Jake calms and nods immediately, letting his fingers stretch out. “Yeah. yeah okay” 

You pull out of the parking lot, setting way for the larger connivence store. The streets are empty at this time of night, the perks of living in a small town. 

“we’ll go slow, you tell me what you feel. Can you do that for me?” 

“fuck- yeah, I’ll do anything” he admits much too confidently. 

You bite back a grin, but your affectionate gaze betrays you, and Jake realizes exactly what effect his words have on you, so much for nonchalance. 

Level one 

 The collar whirs, Jake’s breath hitches at just the anticipation alone. 

“That’s nice... not much” 

“Green” 

Level two 

His shoulders roll back, and his posture straightens. He exhales through his nose slowly. 

“good, I like this” 

“Green, so green” 

Level three 

His eyes flutter shut as he leans back into the seat, his hands clenching once again on his thigh and he lets out a sigh. The sound so sensual that it has your thighs press against each other, and you relax sideways into your seat.  

“Green” he mutters before opening his eyes to meet your charged gaze, 

“It’s less air.. But in a good way” 

Level four 

This is where you had broken when you guys were testing. 

Jake sucks in a sharp breath this time, his head tips back against the headrest and you instinctively reach to lower the intensity but then stop. Letting him make the choice. 

He forces his eyes open, brows furrowed as he focuses on breathing. 

A moment too long passes between you, before his lips fall open and he lets out a shaky laugh, like he can’t believe how intense it feels. His hands inch up his thigh. 

“Oh- wow” he breathes, squirming in his seat. 

You reach across, brushing your fingers against his forearm.  

“Talk to me sweetheart”, your voice is warm and steady but then he looks at you, the shine in his eyes no longer just sweet, it carries something hungrier, trusting. 

“It’s.. A lot” he admits. “very ... sharp” his voice shudders. 

“You’re being so good, tell me now, what color?” 

The praise lands visibly, his jaw falls open as he lets out a heavy breath. 

“green” 

Your other hand pets his arm as you press again. 

The fifth level draws a broken sound out of him, a quiet whimper and his head leans up to draw more air in. His shoulders curl forward and his hand moves to find yours. 

His pants feel tight.. Tighter, chest moving deeper to compose his panting pulse. 

“Jake?” you say softly, squeezing his hand once. 

Your toes curl inside your shoes and you cross one leg over the other, this is so fucking hot. 

Jake keep his head still, turned up, his eyes are glassy but focused, a deep blush scatters across his cheeks, “I-fuck. I really like this, just-” he says quietly. “-just.. Don’t go higher yet, I wa-want to feel this longer” his voice is rougher now.  

The honesty in his words sends a warm pulse through your core, and you wait. A quiet sigh escaping your own lips as you revel the sight before you. 

You reach forward and brush your fingers against his upturned jaw, he leans into your touch and turns to face you. 

“Green. Green” he whispers, brows now knit in full concentration 

“Good boy,” you coo at him, letting him have his time adjusting to the tightness. 

“more... please give me more”, he finally says, eyes in a water daze as he looks at you, face still resting in your hands. 

You turn into the car park in front of the convivence store, the hum of the engine quiets as you  switch gears to bring the car to a stop. 

Level six 

The sound he makes this time is pathetic, something between a whimper and whine. His face heats instantly and his knees draw closer you notice his pants tenting before he scurries to cover it with his hands. 

“nngh-” his spine arches into the seat. 

Jake’s breathing is uneven and his chest is heaving. “Fuck, please don’t look” 

“almost y-yellow, but don’t stop please.” 

“Want to feel more. Please" he please, tears falling down to his cheeks. 

Your words die on the tip of your tongue, too busy just looking at him being so responsive, so cute just or you. His noises so sexy. 

You press once, the collar whirs to level seven and Jake’s eyes shoot open. 

A choked sob leaves his lip and his entire body curls forward. He curses, chest failing to push out. “Fu-UCK” his voice is so raw so scratchy and his hands clutch at his pants, his thighs for some kind of purchase, before he shakes his head. 

“Y-yellow fuck please” 

And that’s all you need, you ease it back to zero and his shoulder drop and he exhales a long relieved sigh. Still bent over on the dashboard as he works to catch his breath.  

The car is mostly silent except from the sound of Jake’s breathing steadying. You reach over and rub his back, slow up and slow down. 

“Good boy~ you did so well” 

He lets out a soft laugh, relishing the attention. 

Your gaze is trained on him, he’s flushed, breathing steady now and he leans back to settle into his seat. He turns his head, resting against the seat to look at you, eyes heavy but calm. 

“Thank you” 

He whispers, and you’d be damned if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s said all night. You reach forward to pet his neatly combed hair. 

“So obedient...” 

Your hand trails down to cup his cheek, you lean close and place a soft kiss against his cheek. 

“A reward for behaving so good” you whisper, before moving to unbuckle your seatbelt, he follows suit in a daze but you stop him. 

“stay.” your voice firm, and he takes heed without hesitation, reflexively, like you’ve already trained him. 

“yes” he answers immediately. 

You open the door and the cold air rushes in, “I’ll be right back.” 

Jake’s eyes follow your figure as you walk along the dry pavement and into the store, it was as if it were a reflex for his gaze to stalk you. And when you do enter, he mourns the sight. 

Inside, the fluorescent lights buzz overhead, illuminating the store in a cold shade of white. You move down the aisles slowly, giving him time, giving yourself the time to compose yourself. 

You thank the desensitization that the internet has brought along it, finding toys is so much easier. You grab a motorized cock ring, and head towards the food section to grab a treat for your puppy. 

When you return with a bag in hand, he’s sitting exactly how you left him, his hands placed obediently on his knees and his eyes carry the same daze from earlier. The tightness long gone since, like you are the only reason he revels the sensation of the collar. 

“what did you get?” He asks quietly, his voice is controlled, behaved as his gaze goes directly to the black bag you hold in your hand. 

A smirk makes its way onto your lips as you slide into the seat and ready the engine to head to Jake’s apartment, “you’ll find out soon enough.”  You spare him no glance, give him none of the attention he craves so badly and it annoys him. He palms at his erection from before, he lets out a discontent sigh and pouts. 

“..You’re gonna drive me home like this?” he asks quietly, “All.. worked up?” 

There’s no accusation in his words, just a guilty kind of impatience. 

And in this moment you can’t help but let out a soft laugh, both amused and taken by his almost request. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty mind, I was planning on having you all calmed down before bed.. But-” 

He leans forward with furrowed brows, uneasy like he expects the worst kind of torture. 

“B-but?” 

“..but-You do have a point...” 

Your hand slides into your purse, and like a reflex he sighs expectantly, it’s thrilling. 

“Maybe I should help this lovely puppy now” 

You haven’t even pressed a button when Jake lets out a low, sharp breath. 

“Please” 

There it is.  “you’re so well-behaved" you coo 

A click, starting off strong, straight to level 4. 

Jake groans softly as the collar tighten, the sound slips out of him almost unconsciously. The sensation is so damn god, the pressure familiar at this point, it feels just across his skin. It pushes him almost immediately to that floaty obedient place where he’d do anything you say. He looks at you with darkened eyes, his pupils blown. A flush rises across his cheeks as he waits for your next move. 

But to his dismay you don’t do anything, just simply slip the remote into the cup holder, no intention to loosen or tighten the collar for now and go back to driving. 

“Is this enough for you sweet boy?” you snicker before asking again, “Green?” your voice is quite, cautious. Even the worry is intoxicating. 

Jake nods, breath still coming in sharp bursts as he tries to focus through the rush of desire. 

“...Green,” He whispers raggedly. “God... so green.” 

You trail one hand to his thigh, caressing him through the fabric, inching closer and closer to his erection but never where he needs it. And he shudders desperately. 

He’s so sensitive, so needy for you, but he knows better than to bring your hand where he needs it. The only thing he can manage right now is soft, shaky exhales as he watches you drive. Every inch aware of the collar around his neck and the cold emanating from your hand on his thigh. He isn’t sure he’s ever felt this way in his entire life. 

“Doesn’t hearing your breath shake make you feel pathetic, Such a perv, you got hard from just being choked” the tip of your nails grazes the outline of the tent of his pants carelessly. A fleeting touch. “But I’m sure you love it, being like this. So ruined and so shaken?”. Your gaze is still focused on the road. 

Jake shivers violently as you speak, your voice cuts through his hazy thoughts like a sharp knife. He hates how his body betrays him so easily, how it goes so weak for you so quick. His thighs tremble, yearning just the idea of you touching his clothed cock once more. 

“Y-yes. Love it so much” He breaths out, his voice sounds more like a moan than it does an answer. 

Your thighs clench, but you stay focused. 

“mmh, making those pretty sounds for me already. At this rate you’ll cum in your pants by the time we get to your place” 

You tease, but deep inside you wander if he does actually feel this way, and for that very reason you spare him a short glance. “You think you can do that?” 

“fuck-” Jake curses softly under his breath, your teasing is absolute torment and it wrecks him how shamelessly he loves it. His breathing is ragged, getting used to the tightness but the thought of actually cumming for you so soon, so pliantly makes him all hot and squirmy. His cock twitches. 

“...Shit- I don’t know.. I can try.” He breathes out, and it breaks you. Your heart is beating so fast that your ears pulse with every contraction.  

You scoff, half worried you might not be able to get home safely. Keeping your mind on the road is proving to be more and more difficult. 

You exhale deeply, trying to compose yourself to some extent. 

“You’ll try??” it’s incredulous, the fact he’s willing to try, “I asked if you could do it, not that i wanted you to.” 

The possessive, hot look in your eyes when you glance at him makes him whimper softly. He wants to be so good for you, so bad, but your condescending tone is making his head spin. It’s so hard to think for you, so hard to even realize what he’s saying. 

“I’ll... ah... do it. For you. Anything you want. Fuck- anything" 

You swallow hard, your own mind is threatening into some sort of daze. You reach straight for the remote. Efficiently incrementing the level. 

Five. 

“Green?” 

Jake lets out a full-fledged unyielding whine,  

“nnngh-ha” 

his eyes squeeze shut as the collar tightens. The pressure is intense now, his brain has already started to feel hazy and light. 

“G...green,” He manages to rasp out. He’s never been this far gone before. He can feel too much of everything, every muscle, every breath, every beat of his heart. But it’s perfectly overwhelming. 

You’re squirming in your seat, leaning forward so that the road ahead can take more space in your thoughts. Your own head feeling lighter than necessary. 

“Need you here with me baby, say yellow if you need to” 

“we’ll keep going, you’ll still be my good pup”  

You’re quick to assure him, he’s been so willingly vulnerable that you feel the need to keep reminding him to be safe. 

Jake nods, your words steady him. 

The pressure of the collar is damn intense and all consuming, he feels so gone, so light headed, so weak and yet the last thing in his mind right now is stopping. He just wants more of anything you’ll give him, 

“I’m good, good,” he gasps out, his hands reaching to touch the collar, needing to ground himself. “I- fuck I’ll tell you if I need to.” 

“I promise” 

Finally, you take the exit off the main road, en route his place. 

At this point Jake’s breathing is just a collection of messy, ragged, whimpery gasps. With every exhale he curses and with every inhale he whines. There’s no room in his head for anything other than the sensations, the last few minutes to his apartment feels like torture, every moment adding to the feral need he feels for you, and he squirms. Shifts and clenches, trying to get any kind of friction he can. He’s so twitchy and so sensitive, but it’s all for null. 

But you notice this, ofcourse you do, the streets finally empty enough for you to look at him, properly and he just looks so pitiful, so adorable that your heart breaks in the best way possible and a moan escapes your lips. 

You reach over, grazing your hand along his thigh and palm at his boner. 

“..gah-unh... please...” 

Jake chokes on nothing as a response to your touch, and your worry overcomes your desire, you trust Jake but it’s been too tight for too long, so you reach over and click. one. 

“I’m loosening it baby” you add gently, looking back at the street. 

The collar whirrs as it loosens and Jake lets out a needy sigh. His head lulls back against the seat as a ragged but full breath leaves him. It’s a sudden switch between the intense pressure he was just feeling to the sweet release. He feels so sensitive all over, every nerve on edge as he pants softly and tries to focus on you, “ngh- thank you” he murmurs, sounding wrecked but so much more steady than before. However steady is not enough, once you feel he’s gotten enough oxygen in you click again, faster. Five. 

“Gah-” He gasps again, the sudden pressure making him arch against the seat, your hand keeps at a steady still by his erection and bucks to get even just a hint of your touch. 

Jake whimpers softly, dizzy with desire. “Please... god, please... you’re gonna make me-” he pants, the words catch in his throat as his fingers dig into the fabric of the seat. 

 It’s so near, his place is right around the corner yet it takes too long to get there. You shift your attention to the wheel, his body bare of your touch. 

Jake whines, the sound leaves his mouth completely against his will. You step on the gas, driving just a bit faster than allowed in the area. Jake feels like he’s spiralling, that floaty, needy place coming over him once again and every brush of the collar leaves him with a soft gasp, desperate for your touch. A wave of relief washes over you when you finally, finally park the car into his space.  

“mmmh” Jake can barely think straight, all his body needs is just a graze of your touch, he’s so tense so in need of pleasure. You make haste of your seat belt buckle and tilt your body to him. 

“please, please I’m fuck- I'm so close” he chokes out 

The sight of his desperation has you sighing and you reach forward to gently caress where his collar lies. Jake moans at your subtle touch, his entire body trembles with how close he already is. He can’t believe this, how just this collar alone is enough to push him so fucking far. 

“I... I dont want you to stop” His hands clench and unclench against his thighs, “God- fuck, I need m-more.” He gasps out, you see the way his tears roll down when he squeezes his eyes shut and you let out a moan, your pussy clenches around nothing, so fucking wet right now. 

You reach for the remote in a frenzy and click, Six. 

Your hand trails down his torso and stops right above his pelvis. Jake’s world suddenly spins as the collar tightens even more. 

He gasps, hard. 

A whine catches in the back of his throats as his hips arch up, looking for friction he can’t find, anything, just about anything to push him that extra inch.  

“Please fuck... please” he cries out, so pathetically, so fucking cute that even your breathing is heavy. “fuck! Can I- please can I?” He asks so fucking politely and you loose yourself, he hasn’t said yellow, no nothing, so you click again, one last final time to a level you haven’t tested. Seven.  “Course you can, go ahead you dirty little pup” you breathe out, leaning forward in your seat, the sight is magnetic. 

Jake screams out a broken noise, half sob, half whimper. The pressure is so much, too much, and your hand cups his hard-on, giving it one firm squeeze. He chokes out a dry groan, and then it happens, the moment his eyes roll back you lower the pressure, Five. 

His fingers curl against the back of his seat and his head is hung all the way back as a final gasp of air has him shuddering out his release.  

He spills out his seed shamelessly in his trousers, and once his thighs have relaxed back onto the seat, you lower the pressure completely, zero.  

The intensity of his release has you reeling and you need to give yourself a second to find your composure. 

His hands reach to cover his face before you can do anything. And he sobs, a wrecked cry. 

“..ngh, shit~” He’s heaving and you reach forward to pry his hands off his face. How dare he hide such a beautiful sight from you. A sliver of air sneaks up your dress as you bend forward, knees on the car seat, and you realize how embarrassingly wet you are, your panties cling to your heat.. 

“good boy~ you did so well” you praise him softly, hands gently cupping his face as you breathe him back to consciousness. He’s still panting, his tears rolls down and you lean forward to kiss them away. 

“Talk to me sweetheart” you whisper 

The rush of relief that follows his release leaves him shaky and vulnerable, the moment you pull him close, he collapses into you.  

“Fuck- god I'm so sorry, I- fuck, I- just want you to hold me please” 

And he’s much too ruined with his face buried into the crook of your neck to realize what he’s just done, and you almost consider letting it go... but you don’t. 

Where’s the fun in that. You WANT to punish him, to push him to a uncomfortable place he finds pleasure in. 

“Strike two” you whisper soflty against his ear, your hands petting his hair and soothing his back as he steadies himself against you. 

He wraps his arms around you and shakes his head as he lets out a quiet, exhausted laugh. “can’t you let that one go?” Jake mutters against your skin. 

He shivers when you shake your head, “where’s the fun in that, baby” 

“You’re cruel” he mumbles weakly. 

“you wanted mean.” 

“mmmh, fuck- yeah I do” 

Jake shifts his seat, and that’s when he notices the sticky wet patch against his skin. He groans softly, arms tightening around you. 

“Can we go upstairs...please...” he breathes. 

“yeah... just give me a minute, I feel so high” 

“hmm? What’s up?” Jake says quietly, his teary eyes are knit in confusion as he leans away to get a look at you. 

“You really have no idea how fucking hot that was” You mumble quietly, your arms rest on his shoulders, and his hand cheekily travels up your spine. 

“Is that so..?” God, he sounds so fucking cheeky right now, you can’t help but roll your eyes. It’s almost like he wasn’t just panting for release moments ago. You shoot him a pointed glance and he smirks, this wave of playfulness that has washed over him has your heart fluttering. 

“You’re cute” 

“Are you really that wet right now?” 

He’s talking a lot for someone who’s still half panting. 

“Oh fuck off, you say that like you didn’t just jizz your pants, solely on the feeling of being choked” 

You settle back into your seat and reach to turn the engine off. 

“touché..” 

You grab your purse, and the bag from the grocery store before handing Jake the keys. 

“okay, Let’s go” 

The walk upstairs is quiet, charged but quiet. Jake seems to be in a rush, he tries to keep a few steps ahead of you and you let him. In no need to rush things, you had the entire night to ruin him. You hear the lock click open only to look up and see Jake standing obediently by the half opened door, there’s a certain devotion in his gaze as he watches you climb up the last few steps.  

Your hand accidentally brushes against your purse and he gasps, oh boy this is going to be fun. You brush past Jake as you enter his place before him, and you can see that even your silence has him slipping back into his submissive side. 

Jake enters and scurries to take his boots off. You stand quietly, leaning against the wall with your gaze trained on him. 

“you’re so fucking adorable, I’m going to love you so nice”, you say in a controlled manner as you take one step forward. 

Jake shudders and you notice the clumsy way he misses to pull his foot out of the shoe. 

The moment he looks up after having taken off both shoes you lunge at him and grab him by the lapels of his leather jacket. Jake swears under his breath “fuck, you’re going to wreck me” 

You smirk as you guide him backwards at an excruciating pace, he stumbles over his foot and you take that chance to pull him against you as your back hits the wall. 

You press further into him and drag your hand over to his neck and brush your fingers against the collar. 

“I’m gonna go insane” he whispers under his breath, anticipating your every move. 

You snake your arms around his shoulders slowly, everything about the way you’re being right now is deliberate. 

“you’re going to be good for me yeah?” You mumble against his ear, your lips brush the corner of his jaw, and he melts into every bit of your touch, his body molds into yours, and the intensity of your firm gaze has his knees going weak. “Yeah,” He gasps out, “I promise... I’ll be so good...” 

And that does it, you pull him down with a harsh tug and connect your lips in a slow, wet kiss. So much so that you can feel your lipgloss smudge against his lips. 

Jake whimpers into your mouth, the painful feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder makes his breath hitch. He presses closer desperately, kissing back, needing to taste more of you, all of you that he’s already so close to breaking a second time, the only thought plaguing his mind is the idea of kneeling for you and promising to be on his best behavior for you. 

The kiss is long, the two of you relish the feel of the other’s lips and when you pull- no, when you push his face away from yours. 

You slip your hands into the opening of his jacket and push it halfway off his arms. 

“Take your jacket and your sweater off” you command 

“I want to see the collar on your skin, want to see how my puppy looks” 

Jake shivers at the control your voice carries, it drives him to desperation as he scurries to slip his jacket off. 

“Tell me what else” 

His hands fly to the hem of his sweater and he tugs it off, the black of the collar against his pretty skin creates a contrast so sensual that you suck in a breath. The second he’s bare chested, Jake drops to his knees right there on the floor in front of you like a goddamn worshiper. 

“Tell me how you want me,” he pants out. 

Your heels slick as you step forward, the scheming smirk on your lipstick smudged lips not lost on Jake, you put your thigh forward, a silent command for him to place his face there, be the puppy you want him to be. Your hands reach to ruffle his hair, not gentle, but rather exactly how you would pet a dog. 

“Tell me what you need Jakey, Be a good pup, and let me know” You coo at him. 

He whines against your thigh, his lips brush against the fabric of your dress as he nuzzles into you like a desperate animal, begging for affection.  

“I want to taste you baby” He mumbles against your leg, his hands already cupping your ankle, “please. Let me- let me eat you out.” 

You trail your hand down the side of his face, pushing his away from your thigh as you take hold of his jaw. You bend over just so he can get a proper look at your face. 

“Aww, Jakey, I don’t think puppies can talk” your voice is firm and your eyes are wide, Jake realizes his mistake and stammers out an apology in a daze as he drags his hand to his thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry”  

And then he freezes, his entire body goes rigid as it hits him. That was the third time, his eyes widen in panic, and his lips part to stammer out something that isn’t quite an apology. 

“No no no-” he whimpers, “I didn’t- fuck I didn’t mean that!” 

He drops his forehead against your knee like a sinner begging for forgiveness, and all you do is chuckle, a slow, evil chuckle. 

“I just told you puppies can’t talk Jakey, I thought you were a smart puppy” 

You click your tongue in correction as you pet the back of his neck. 

“you know what sound puppies make, don’t you?” you say softly as you nudge his cheek with your knee. 

Jake whimpers, high and pathetic. He knows exactly what you’re asking for now and his face burns with the humiliation of it all.  

“...” 

“...Arf,” he mumbles, voice cracking on the sound. 

It’s so fucking embarrassing but god, is his cock twitches just by saying it out loud, like some pervert on the streets. And boy does that shit-eating grin on your face do things to him, He’s looking up at you with those adorable puppy eyes and you reach forward to cup his cheeks, and then ruffling his hair once again. 

“good boyy~” You coo in a high pitches voice, exactly as you would a dog. You squat in front of him, dropping to his eye level. 

“But you know the rules Jakey, three strikes. So now you get punished,” Your voice is so excruciatingly gentle when you speak to him he feels like a fucking idiot because of how down bad he is for you. 

“no, Stay” You command, enunciating it the same way you would for an animal that isn’t fluent in your language. 

Jake lets out another soft whimper when you start to pull away, the command makes it even worse because he can’t follow you around as your heels tap all the way back to where you had dropped the bag from the convenience store. 

“Arf...” he barks weakly, sounding even more desperate than before, the need to be good for you mixing with the humiliation of what you’re making him do brings him close to tears. 

You silently make your way to the kitchen, grabbing for a plate.  

“Take your pants off and then go back to being a dog” You call out from the kitchen. 

He lets out a soft whine at your command, the curiosity of what you’re planning is killing him but he follows. 

“Y-yes,” He stands on trembling legs to take his pants off, he folds them neatly and puts them on a chair nearby before dropping back onto his knees. His soiled underwear on full display. 

You practically throw the plastic plate in front of him as you grunt in mock disappointment, his gaze is lowered to the floor and all he can see is the way your heels stomp closer to him. 

“How many time to I need to tell you!” 

“puppies . Don't . Fucking . Talk.” 

Jale swallows hard at the discontent in your voice, he holds back another apology. He feels so exposed and so vulnerable right now, the way you’re talking down on him along with the lack of clothes makes him shiver, and then slowly he looks up at you, afraid that the disappointment might have manifested on your face. He just wants to be good for you. 

“...Arf” he whimpers faintly. 

He knows he needs to behave, to follow your rules to keep out of trouble. 

“get on all fours” You instruct plainly with no affection in your voice, 

Jake obeys immediately, dropping forward on his palms without hesitation. The motion leaves him even more exposed, bent over with his face flushes and his back arched. 

You bend over and take a can of whipped cream out of the black bag, moving to squeeze out a few blobs on the plate that sits a few inches from him. 

His breathing has already started to quicken as he waits for your next command, the sound of the whipped cream squeezing out only makes his heart pound. 

“hmmm, let’s see” You murmur as you hold a hand out, “Paw” 

Jake whines at the demeaning command, the single sound making it clear just how far he’s gone. He feels so stupid bent over the floor in front you in nothing but his spoiled underwear, but being completely at your mercy is exhilarating and so he does exactly as you ask. 

He lifts his trembling hand and puts it in your open palm. 

Jake’s heart quickens when you smile, and you reach over to ruffle his hair.  

“That’s it Jakey” 

Jake melts under your touch, leaning into your palm as your hand rakes through his locks. That’s all he want right now, to be your good boy. The praise and attention send a wave of pleasure through him and embarrassingly though, his cock hardens again. 

“now, sit” 

He immediately goes back to kneeling, he’s shaking now as he looks up at you with wide eager eyes. 

“...Arf...arf!” He barks, insisting on being whatever you need him to be. And to that your smile widens at his enthusiasm as you caress his cheek.  

“Okay, now roll over Jakey”  His brows are furrowed as he looks up at you, almost like this is close to too much, but he doesn’t say red, he doesn’t say yellow. Instead, he lowers his body back down to all floor and rolls over, scurrying to crawl back to you. 

“Ooh, you’re so well trained aren’t you” You praise him while you cup his jaw and affectionately shake his head. 

“Lie on your back for me” 

This time the command isn’t charged, it isn’t said like how an owner talks to a pet. It’s plain and cold. And Jake complies, he turns over and bares his front to you. The wet patch on his grey underwear is still painfully obvious. “mmmf... arf”  

“there we go~” 

You bring over the cock ring, hiding it behind your back as you kneel by his side. He shivers when you caress his skin. 

“Does this puppy like belly rubss?” 

Jake’s breathing already feels uneven before you even touch him. 

You don’t rush. That’s the worst part. 

You let your fingers hover over his stomach again, slow… thoughtful… like you’re studying him, memorizing every twitch in his muscles, every shallow inhale he can’t quite steady. Your gaze drags across him with deliberate slowness, lips curled into that knowing smile that makes heat crawl up his neck. 

He squirms anyway. 

“…stay,” you remind him softly. 

Jake freezes instantly, back flattening to the floor, though his fingers curl helplessly against the carpet. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes locked on your hands like they’re about to decide his fate. 

You tilt your head. 

“Look at you,” you murmur, almost fond. “Already shaking and I haven’t even started.” 

He lets out a weak, breathy whine before he can stop it, biting his lip in embarrassment. 

Your fingers finally descend — not tickling. Just tracing. Slow, lazy circles across the center of his stomach. Light enough to make him hyperaware, not enough to give him anything to react to. 

Jake exhales shakily, shoulders lowering a fraction. 

Then you drag one nail lightly up his side. 

He jerks with a sharp gasp, a startled bark slipping out before he can swallow it down. His hips twitch, knees threatening to curl inward, but he forces himself still, eyes squeezing shut as he fights the instinct to squirm. 

“Oh?” you hum, clearly delighted. “Sensitive there?” 

Jake shakes his head immediately, mortified, breath stuttering. 

You smile wider. 

“Let’s test that.” 

Your fingers dance away again, abandoning the spot entirely. Instead, you ghost them across his ribs, barely grazing, then retreat. Down his side. Pause. Across his lower stomach. Pause again. 

Every hesitation stretches him tighter. 

He doesn’t know when it’s coming. 

His breathing turns ragged, anticipation twisting through him worse than the touch itself. Small, helpless sounds leak out every time your nails almost scratch somewhere sensitive but stop just short. 

“You’re holding so still,” you praise softly, thumb brushing along the edge of his collar. “Such a disciplined puppy.” 

His chest swells at that, pride and humiliation tangling together until his face burns crimson. He nods quickly, eyes glassy, desperate to keep being good. 

You lean closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. 

“Think you can keep it up?” 

“…arf,” he manages, shaky but determined. 

You hum approvingly… and then you strike. 

Both hands descend at once, fingers skittering mercilessly across his ribs, sides, stomach — fast, unpredictable, relentless. Not teasing anymore. Not slow. 

Jake explodes into sound. 

A startled yelp breaks into breathless laughter, high and uncontrollable as his back arches violently off the floor. His hands flail for half a second before slapping back down, trying — failing — to obey. His entire body twists under your hands, muscles spasming as your fingers chase every sensitive spot he tries to protect. 

“A—arf—! Hah—! Nn—arf!” The noises tumble out of him, broken barks tangled with helpless giggles and whimpers he can’t contain. 

You shift, digging your fingers into his sides, then fluttering across his stomach again before darting up to his ribs. He jerks wildly, breath hitching, face flushed so red it spreads down his chest. 

“There it is,” you croon, mercilessly scribbling your nails along his lower ribs. “That’s my noisy puppy.” 

Jake thrashes, laughter turning breathless, desperate. His legs kick weakly against the floor, toes curling as he tries to curl inward and can’t — trapped under your steady hands, under your watchful gaze, under the command to stay. 

“Arf—! Arf—!” he barks louder now, voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut as tears prick at the corners from the overwhelming sensation. 

Your hands don’t slow. 

You drag them down, scratching lightly along his stomach before diving back up to his ribs again, faster this time, relentless, drawing sharp yelps and wheezing laughter from deep in his chest. His whole body shakes beneath you, breath coming in frantic gasps between helpless sounds. 

“Listen to you,” you tease, breath warm near his ear as your fingers dance across his sides again. “Making such a mess of yourself.” 

Jake shakes his head weakly, laughter breaking into breathless whining, his collar shifting as he tosses helplessly against the floor. He tries to hold still — tries so hard — but every time your fingers find a new sensitive spot, he jolts like he’s been shocked, barking helplessly between ragged breaths. 

Finally, when his laughter dissolves into breathless wheezing, muscles trembling and completely spent, your hands slow… then stop. 

The sudden absence of sensation hits him almost as hard as the tickling did. 

Jake collapses fully against the floor, chest heaving, curls damp against his forehead, soft whimpers still escaping him as aftershocsks ripple through his body. His eyes blink open slowly, glassy and unfocused, immediately searching for you. 

But you’re not there, waiting fir him with open arms, no you’re sitting closer to his hips, hands on the band of his underwear and an unfamiliar device in hand. 

“..mrrf..?”  

His voice is so weak, so strained that you shoot him a warm smile, your hands dip into his undies and grip around his already hardened and wet cock.  

The feel is so raw in your hand that even you let out a whispered moan. 

“You’re quite big aren’t you?” 

Jake moans quietly when you squeeze him and tug on the cock ring, adjusting it right under the swell of his tip. His cock trembles before pushing out a small string of precum.  

His hands tremble towards yours, a subtle gesture asking for your gaze. And you’re more than willing to comply, your fingers graze his shaft with gentle strokes as you turn to look at Jake. 

“yes?”  

His mouth opens, but he says nothing. You notice his eyes wander, as he thinks of how to say what he needs to, but his mind is so dazed by humiliation that he just clicks his tongue and drops his head back on the floor. You squeeze, hard, once ,and his throat bobs. 

“nnngh!” 

His thighs shudder, and you click the ring on. It hums rythmically as it vibrates and Jake arches into the floor, a quiet sob escapes him. But you don’t acknowledge it, no comforting words, no praise. 

You don’t rush. That’s the worst part. 

You let your fingers hover over his stomach again, slow… thoughtful… like you’re studying him, memorizing every twitch in his muscles, every shallow inhale he can’t quite steady. Your gaze drags across him with deliberate slowness, lips curled into that knowing smile that makes heat crawl up his neck. 

He squirms anyway. 

“…stay,” you remind him softly. 

Jake freezes instantly, back flattening to the floor, though his fingers curl helplessly against the carpet. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes locked on your hands like they’re about to decide his fate. 

You tilt your head. 

“Look at you,” you murmur, almost fond. “Already shaking and I haven’t even started.” 

He lets out a weak, breathy whine before he can stop it, biting his lip in embarrassment. 

Your fingers finally descend — not tickling. Just tracing. Slow, lazy circles across the center of his stomach. Light enough to make him hyperaware, not enough to give him anything to react to. 

Jake exhales shakily, shoulders lowering a fraction. 

Then you drag one nail lightly up his side. 

He jerks with a sharp gasp, a startled bark slipping out before he can swallow it down. His hips twitch, knees threatening to curl inward, but he forces himself still, eyes squeezing shut as he fights the instinct to squirm. 

“Oh?” you hum, clearly delighted. “Sensitive here?” 

Jake shakes his head immediately, mortified, breath stuttering. 

You smile wider. 

“Let’s test that.” 

Your fingers dance away again, abandoning the spot entirely. Instead, you ghost them across his ribs, barely grazing, then retreat. Down his side. Pause. Across his lower stomach. Pause again. 

Every hesitation stretches him tighter. 

He doesn’t know when it’s coming. 

The soft hum of the ring, and the feel of it buzzing against him drives him crazy. 

His breathing turns ragged, anticipation twisting through him worse than the touch itself. Small, helpless sounds leak out every time your nails almost scratch somewhere sensitive but stop just short. 

“You’re holding so still,” you praise softly, thumb brushing along the edge of his collar. “Such a disciplined puppy.” 

His chest swells at that, pride and humiliation tangling together until his face burns crimson. He nods quickly, eyes glassy, desperate to keep being good. 

You lean closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. 

“Think you can keep it up?” 

“…arf,” he manages, shaky but determined. 

You hum approvingly… and then you strike. 

Both hands descend at once, fingers skittering mercilessly across his ribs, sides, stomach — fast, unpredictable, relentless. Not teasing anymore. Not slow. 

Jake explodes into sound. 

The ring vibrates around him and he can’t do anything but let his body take whatever you give him, his thighs tremble and his mouth just whines incoherently, completely at your mercy. 

A startled yelp breaks into breathless laughter, high and uncontrollable as his back arches violently off the floor. His hands flail for half a second before slapping back down, trying but failing to obey. His entire body twists under your hands, muscles spasming as your fingers chase every sensitive spot he tries to protect. 

“A-arf-! Hah-! Nn-arf!” The noises tumble out of him, broken barks tangled with helpless giggles and whimpers he can’t contain. 

You shift, digging your fingers into his sides, then fluttering across his stomach again before darting up to his ribs. He jerks wildly, breath hitching, face flushed so red it spreads down his chest. 

“There it is,” you croon, mercilessly scribbling your nails along his lower ribs. “That’s my noisy puppy.” 

Jake thrashes, laughter turning breathless, desperate. His legs kick weakly against the floor, toes curling as he tries to curl inward and can’t, trapped under your steady hands, under your watchful gaze, under the command to stay. 

“Arf—! Arf—!” he barks louder now, voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut as tears prick at the corners from the overwhelming sensation. 

Your hands don’t slow. 

And neither does the cock ring, Jake cries out as it reaches the point where his cock threatens to burst at any point. 

You drag them down, scratching lightly along his stomach before diving back up to his ribs again, faster this time, relentless, drawing sharp yelps and wheezing laughter from deep in his chest. His whole body shakes beneath you, breath coming in frantic gasps between helpless sounds. 

“Listen to you,” you tease, breath warm near his ear as your fingers dance across his sides again. “Making such a mess of yourself.” 

Jake shakes his head weakly, laughter breaking into breathless whining, his collar shifting as he tosses helplessly against the floor. He tries to hold still, tries so hard, but every time your fingers find a new sensitive spot, he jolts like he’s been shocked, barking helplessly between ragged breaths. 

And in the high of it all his cock starts leaking, he’s panting, moaning, crying and his thighs squeeze, tight. Short, thin ropes of white fizzle out of his tip. 

Finally, when his laughter dissolves into breathless wheezing, muscles trembling and completely spent, your hands slow… then stop. 

The sudden absence of sensation hits him almost as hard as the tickling did. 

Jake collapses fully against the floor, chest heaving, curls damp against his forehead, soft whimpers still escaping him as aftershocks ripple through his body. His eyes blink open slowly, glassy and unfocused, immediately searching for you. 

“did- Did you cum?” 

It’s just as much of shock to him as it is to you, Jake’s burning with embarrassment, but he does nothing, you haven’t asked him to. 

“nghf-hic”  

he’s whimpering? No, sobbing quietly against the floor, and you’re taken aback. It’s not that the high of pleasuring him so cruelly has sobered... it’s something different, something so sweet that it forces you to a stop.  

Your mind clears for a moment and you trail your gaze up his delicious body to his beautiful face, this is dangerous. He’s dangerous, everything about him is so endearing to you in this moment that you just lean forward and tap his shoulder, 

“Sit baby, c’mon” Jake’s too distracted by the foreign sensations his body has come to find pleasurable to notice the way your voice softens. He pulls himself back up and sits on his knees in front of you. Finally eye to eye. 

Jake sighs when you cup his jaw, the ring still vibrating. 

you lean forward and place a soft kiss against his temple, “You’ve been so good for me, d’you think you’ve learnt your lesson?” 

“Mmhm- ruff..” 

He says weakly, his hands slide up to rest on your arms as he squirms on the floor. 

It’s endearing how well trained he is, how malleable he’s willing to be for you. 

You pepper a few more kisses around his eye before pulling back to create just enough space for him to get on all fours, and he understands. 

Thighs still trembling, “nngh...” 

The whip cream can makes a rough sound as you dispense a medium sized dollop on the palm of your hand. Jake looks at you expectantly, licking his lips. 

You hold out your hand to him, a gentle smile on your face, but the way your hand twitches in anticipation of the wetness of tongue mirrors the way your eyes are darkened. 

“Here Jakey, you could use a treat” 

He inches closer, his gaze meeting yours before he drags the tip of his nose down your forearm, his lashes fluttering as he does, his tongue darts out somehwere around your wrist and you can’t help but sigh. 

Even in his state, he’s putting in the effort to give you pleasure in his little ways and that on its own is enough to make your heart flutter, but that on top of the way Jake glances up at you as he licks at the top of the dollop and slowly swallows the cream is enough to send you into a coma. 

Your heart is beating so fast and Jake slowly inches closer to the sensitive skin of your palm, a fraction of the cream collects around his lips and as he goes in for another lick you feel his tongue lap against your skin. 

It’s such an oddly endearing gesture that your lips part open, and before you know it, you’re feeling him so intently that you don’t even realize how he has licked your palm clean and how he’s looking at you with whip cream around his small smirk. 

“...wuff?” 

He looks too smug for his own good, now you have to drag this out just a little longer, just enough to have him begging with his eyes again. 

“you want more, boy?” 

He nods. Eagerly, his gaze is playful as it darts from your eyes to your lips, his smirk widens.  

You bring the plate from earlier closer and place it in front of him. 

“here you go”  

Your voice is plain as you move to stand back up, your heels clack against the floor and jake’s ears perk to the sound of your steps. Though a sharp click of his tongue has him snapping his head back to the plate and he cranes his neck down to begin licking up the dollops of cream. 

You settle into the chair behind him, and watch him.  

Your foot inches closer to his knees connected to the floor, the humming of the ring still has his thighs trembling, and if you look hard enough you can see how his stomach flexes periodically at the sensation. 

Soon enough the point of your shoe touches the inside of his thigh, and his back straightens in turn. You peer over, the plate still uncleaned. 

“Don’t mind me... go baack to your treat” you say absentmindedly as you guide your focus back to the shiver in his leg. Your show drags up the inside of his thigh. 

“nnghhh- ha” 

You press, the pressure has him spreading his legs just a few inches apart and you can’t help but scoff at how willingly he’s allowing you the space to ruin him. Your shoe drags further up, right to the inner joint of his thigh and you notice the way the tremble spreads through his spine. 

You push up, his balls settle comfortable on the front of your stiletto and he swears under his breath, a quiet, breathy “-fuck” but you choose to let it slide. 

One small move further along, and the tip of your show grazes the underside of his dick, the otherwise constant hum of the ring falters at your action. This change almost has Jake falling on his face but he catches himself on his elbows. His spine arches up and his lower half bares itself to you. 

He’s panting as he licks up the cream, you push one last time, the rhythm falters again and his ass pushes back. 

You lower your shoe, just a few inches away before punting forward 

“unghh-” 

You kick, not gentle but not harmfully painful. 

“arf!?” 

You do it again and then again, the humming falters and his back arches further. Until he’s finished licking up the cream and his head is hung low whilst he struggles to balance himself like a filthy animal. His thighs threaten to give out and he’s left a whimpering mess, so close yet so far from where he needs to be. 

Jake can’t figure if he should thank you or cry because of how low you set the vibration to low. It’s barely there but at the same time he can feel all of it. 

“You like this?”  Your voice leaves your mouth sounding more degrading than you had intended it to be and he whines, like he’s being brought close to tears and then he nods, shamelessly so. And his complacency gets too your head like nothing else, you feel that same rush of drunkenness you had felt in the car and  you kick once more, hard. This time on the curve of his ass so that he falls forward, his face lands sideways against the ground and you lean over to see some left over cream on the tip of his nose. 

“cute.” 

You press your shoe into his skin, just hard enough to inflict a bearable amount of pain, the heel digs into his plush flesh. 

“Ugh-” He groans, his hands claw at the floor. 

“P-pl-ha. Aurff~” He manages, finding it most difficult to keep from pleading for more or for less, whatever you’re willing to give or take from him. 

You can’t help but chuckle at Jake’s almost slip-up, you get up on your feet and raise your foot again, this time pressing into the small of his back, his legs scramble for a second before he stills and clenches his thighs. 

“you’re so much more fun than I had expected Jakey” 

You lift, and move up, now in the middle of his back, just below where his ribs would start. 

“mmph-”  He groans yet again, but makes no move to stop you, taking what you give like the good boy he his. 

You repeat, lift and move up, pressing against his shoulder now. You see the way he turns his head to catch a glimpse of how his skin looks under your shoe. His gaze is so hungry and he whines at not being able to see. 

“You want to see, pup?” 

“hmph” he nods, and you listen. 

Lifting your shoe and putting back onto the ground, moving to stand in front of him, he looks at your heels with thirst so raw that you feel the way your panties are sticking to you when you clench. “here you go, love” 

You move your right foot slowly, lifting it and then pressing it into his arm, and he looks, no stares, at the way his skin conforms to the two points of your shoe, so dazed by the sight that he doesn’t realize how hard he’s biting his lips, his tears begin to fall, slowly, sending a hot tantalizing shiver to your core and so, you don’t stop pressing until he gives in, you keep going, harder and harder till- 

“ngh-” 

-he breaks. Jakes tugs his arm and you lift your shoe and bend down to his level. You notice the way his teeth have marked his lip and move to lift him up so he kneels, he lets you guide him and whimpers when his twitching cock brushes against anything. 

His cum is just dripping down in the slowest of streaks, no climax or anything just a constant release. His breathing is heavy. 

“There, there. I've got you baby.”  You cup his cheeks and look at him just a second longer, taking in the way his tears and bitten lips make him look so ruined. You lean forward and kiss away his tears, letting the salty flavor melt through your lips to your tongue. 

“You’re so pretty Jake” you whisper against his cheek. 

His hands clench and unclench, contemplating whether or not he is allowed to touch you or not, but he waits. 

Your thumb rubs small, gentle circles around his temple in a soothing manner, and his eyes flutter shut. The weight of the collar digs into his clavicle, and the weight of the still humming cock ring tugs down his hardened cock. 

“you did so good Jake, took your punishment so well,” you coo next to his ears, a whisper so sultry that he moans at just the sound of it and reaches for your thighs to ground himself. 

“awoof...” 

You kiss his bitten lips softly and move to unclasp the collar, “You’re so pretty baby, So good for me” 

You set the collar aside and open your arms for Jake, he hesitates, eyeing your dress, afraid that his leaking cock will ruin it and you smirk. 

“you can talk baby, collar’s off” you whisper quietly, amused at how well trained he is. 

“y-your dress...” he says quietly, like he’s testing his voice, his eyes look into yours for confirmation and you nod. 

“it’ll get dirty..” 

His concern is endearing, and your dress did cost you a pretty penny, but right now you want him in your arms just as bad as he wants to be in them. So, not bothered to take it off, you reach over and tug his strained cock into his underwear, making sure it’s tucked properly under the waistband.  

“you’re not dirty, Jakey...” 

He moves and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, letting his body go limp in your embrace. 

“you’re so sweet, ngh-arff-” He murmurs into your skin, so quiet that it sounds like it’s meant more for him than it is for you and that is probably the case. His arms snake around your waist and lets out soft whimpers as his stimulated cock brushes against the cotton constantly. 

Sweet huh?  

He still can’t stop himself from barking and calls you sweet. Now you’re curious to see just how long he’ll bark for you. 

“Should I reward this puppy now?” you ask softly, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his ear. Your hands work soothing tugs in his hair. 

“mm, arff... yes” he mumbles, and you slowly untangle him from yourself to stand, to see if he’ll follow. 

He doesn’t. 

Instead, he whimpers at the loss of your warmth, still kneeling in front of you. 

“tell me then. Tell me what you want Jakey” 

His eyes threaten to roll back at just the notion of asking for something. He moves forward, no words or anything, just the heavy sometimes whining from the vibrations of the ring. 

Jake nuzzles his nose against your pelvis, moving down to just press it against your mound through your dress. 

“Use your mouth baby, I don’t know what you mean” 

You tease, pretty sure your gaze holds more hunger than his. Your words were meant for him to talk to you but he doesn’t do that. 

He looks up at you pleadingly before leaning in and licking a stripe up the top of your thigh to your mound, sucking lightly at the fabric like it’ll give in and let him taste you. 

“You... you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” You huff out, his desperation is so intoxicating, it calls to you like an addiction. You drag your foot across his cock and then up his torso to his chest. 

“No one’s this hot by accident” 

“aunh-fuck” he whines when you push hard against his chest. pressing him so that he’s lying on the ground, and you moan at the sight. 

You slip your panties off in a hurry and throw them on his wet bulging crotch. He groans and his hips buck up, he reaches down to bring your soaked, wet panties to his nose and starts sucking on the fabric, his other hand moves to palm his erect and leaking cock. 

You scoff. 

“You dirty dog” 

You slide your show under his wrist and move his hand away, leaning down and releasing his cock from his underwear. You increment the vibration of the ring to a higher intensity, and he groans. 

“You really are a pervert aren’t you. Asked to eat my pussy and now what? You're palming yourself while breathing the air through my panties” 

You reach forward and throw the panties away, and with a shaky sigh you step to position yourself above his shoulder, Jake can see right up your dress and when it dawns on him just what you’re planning to do, he groans, so desperately that his hands trail up your ankles. 

His legs twitch until his knees are folded and his feet are flat against the floor.  

He’s licking his lips like a hungered fool. 

“Fuck- please. God please”  His breathing is even heavier, his cock bounces against his stomach, and the rings presses tighter. 

“Please what? You bitch” You sneer, he whines. 

“fuck, please baby, sit on my face. Fuck please” 

You lower yourself, hovering above his chin, and just as you’re about to shift into a more practical position Jake reaches around your legs and drag your forward, your dress hitches up to your hips and he moans at the proximity. 

Your heat radiates so close to him that his mouth is watering. 

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you- ngh so much” 

He says before burying his lips into your heat, he pulls you even closer, the tip of his nose rests just under your clit bobbing as he laps at your soaking entrance. 

“haa-” You sigh, before sucking in a harsh breath as you straighten up against him. 

Jake’s grip on your thighs is bruising, he’s so desperately licking you up. He’s moaning against your heat and the vibrations are sending you in a frenzy. 

“look at you so eager-ngh” 

Jake’s hand move to rock you against his face and you clench so tight that his tongue can’t enter. “nghh-fuck.” He whines before pulling you flush against his mouth, instead opting o rock his face against your dripping pussy. “ha- taste so good” he groans as he pushes his tongue into your entrance and your body jolts into a steady rhythm as you glide your pussy across his face, riding him slowly, savoring the way his nose pushing at your clit. 

The noises that are leaving your lips are so desperate that you don’t even realize Jake has stopped lapping in his steady pace and has started just weakly moaning against your lips, occasionally lapping at your entrance at your clit, you move down and brush it against his plush lips, he whines and sucks on it lightly and swirls his tongue around the small nub. 

His body begin shaking under yours, but you pay it no heed and just ride his face to oblivion, rubbing against his nose and then his mouth, bringing yourself closer and closer to release. During which you slip up, and accidentally press harder against his face than you had intended and Jake groans, “anh- fuck-ha" He inhales your scent and you feel a spurt of something wet on your hand that’s resting on his stomach. 

And that’s when you hear it, the Harsh hum of the ring, fuck- he just fucking spurted cum even with the cock ring fastened tight around him. 

Strings of moans and whines escape his lovely lips, and you feel higher than you ever have. And so, you press harder, riding his face with carelessness you weren’t aware you were capable of. At this point you’re just using his face and he’s panting, gasping for air while his fingers dig into your thighs and pull you in closer. 

“Fuck- Jake, mm’so close” 

You sigh out, your thighs start to tremble and everything starts feeling a bit more intense than before, you clench once. Then twice, Jake pushes his tongue inside and starts slurping at whatever you give him, and then you feel it. 

That familiar knot in your stomach tugged undone, and your grasping at his hair, pulling at it as you try not to crush him as you ride out your high. 

“...fuck-” you moan breathlessly, your mind is still shifting into consciousness when Jake lets out a rather desperate whine,   “Auuunghhh, fuck!” 

You lift off him and he convulses, curling into himself on his side as his cock spurts out his release a second time at the taste of you. 

His body is there shaking as he sobs through his orgasm.. 

“nngh- too much fuck arf-” 

He scrambles at words, anything that’ll get you to stop this torture, but you wait, your pussy throbbing from your own climax. 

You weakly shift down his torso to see his swollen tip twitching as it spurts put more cum that falls onto his trembling legs and twitching stomach. 

“anhh- fuck please- please" 

Jake’s underwear is fully soaked, spoiled with half dry cum mixed with more recent wetter semen.  

“aww, you made such a mess” 

Jake shakes his head, hiding his face behind his arms as he continues to sob.  

“S’okay, I’ll help you clean up” 

He winces when your cold hands slide down his stomach and rest at the waistband of his underwear, his entire body is shaking still, the intensity of what you just did making him weak and utterly at your mercy like some helpless toy. He whimpers when your hand brushes against his overstimulated cock as you make work to slide it off his legs, his eyes are still watering. 

You take off the cock ring as well. 

 Jake whines with the most pathetic little noises like he’s some damn puppy begging for comfort. 

“You alright?” you ask softly, as you wipe his cum off his leg and stomach with a tissue. 

His cock is finally soft against his crotch, immune to the constant hum, he exhales deeply. 

You move to tug his hands away so you can look at his face. His eyes are sealed shut, and his lips are quivering. “d-dunno..” he mumbles. 

“aww, c’mere baby” 

You pat your thigh, signaling for him to place his head on the plush limb. 

Jake is still so damn sensitive that even the simple act of crawling up to rest his head on your lap feels like an overload, but he does it anyway with no hesitation. His face presses against your thigh immediately, nuzzling into you like the desperate puppy he is, yours, your pup. 

“You did so well for me, my pretty puppy” 

“arf...” he whimpers weakly. 

You can’t help but let out a low chuckle as you slowly run your fingers through his hair. 

“Why’re you still barking?” 

He nuzzles closer to you, his eyes falling shit as he soaks up the affection and praise you’re giving him, his body is still trembling but the way you touch him is like a soothing balm, he whines softly, in relief. “ngh- dunno” he mumbles weakly. 

Your hands trail down his cheeks, you wipe away the last of his tears before bending down to kiss his ear twice. 

Jake lets out a shaky exhale at the feel of your lips, his hands clutch around your thighs like an anchor now,, “mmrf...” 

“C’mon, lets get cleaned up,” 

Jake jolts, he turns to look up at you, his eyes widened like a puppies, and his pretty pink lips pursed in his signature pout. “We’re done?” 

You pause, tilting your head to understand where his eagerness is coming form , he was only just shaking and sobbing because of how overspent he was. 

“What was that? Your fourth time? Fifth?” 

“...i don’t know, b-but I can give you more” he whispers quietly. 

“Oh? Is that so?” 

You move to hover beside him and place a long loving kiss by the corner of his lips before trailing your hand down his smooth stomach to take hold of his softened shaft. 

“...h-ha-” 

Jake lets out a shaky sigh, his body hasn't quiet decided whether it’s finished or bracing for more. One hand rests weaky over his stomach, the other is curled against the floor like he needs something to hold onto. 

You squeeze once, his cock twitches. 

“gah-” Jake whimpers, more out of startled surprise than actual pain, his head lulls to your side, eyes still squeezed shut.  

“I-fuck, I just c-camee,” His hand slowly reaches for your wrist, to hold you still. 

You lean forward and kiss the side of his nose, giving him some kind of grounding before you slide your hand up, slowly, 

“I know Jakey, but you said-” you murmur against his temple, his cock hardens in your hold and he whines so aimlessly, his lips quiver as he lets out a quiet sob. 

“Fuckk-” 

His dick feels fucking claustrophobic because of how much it’s been stimulated, he lets out a gasp when your hand slides down his shaft and he bucks into your hands before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

“w-wait, please just wait” 

And you stop, for a few moments, and just as you are about to move again his grip on your wrist tightens. He attempts to kiss your jaw, but everything about him is so loose that he just ends up licking your skin. 

“I- You- you only came once,” He says breathlessly. 

“that’s okay baby, making you feel good makes me feel good...” You reason softly as you reach to pry his hand off your wrist, but he resists. 

“n-no, I want to make you feel good” 

You pause, unsure which part of your answer he didn’t register, but you understand how his mind might be hazy so you repeat once again. 

“you are making me feel good Jakey”  

This time he’s more adamant. His grip might be weaker than usual in this moment, but it is still stronger than yours, which goes to show how much he weakens for you. 

Jake slowly rolls you over onto your back and hovers, his arms are weak and shaky but he leans forward and kisses down your forehead to your eyes, nose before finally capturing your lips. 

“please let me fuck you?..”  “I don’t want you pushing you too far Jakey...”  “Y-you can’t” 

“Jake...” You echo cautiously, more to convince yourself than to deter him. 

“I- please... arf..?”  He begs in his own unique way as he brushes his nose against the corner of your jaw, peppering your neck with small kisses, and you can’t help but sigh into them. Who are you to stop him if both of you want it. 

“mm’kay” 

He licks a long stripe from the hollow of your neck to your lips before devouring them in an intoxicating kiss. You wrap your arms around him and return his kiss, moving deliciously against his parted lips. 

Jake pulls back before you do and lifts you to sit so that he can slip you out of your clothes, first the dress and then the bra. 

“Fuck- you’re so pretty”  He takes one of your nipples in his hand while he swirls his tongue around the other and your pussy clenches aimlessly around nothing.  

Jake slowly guides you onto the floor, his mouth is sloppy, desperate, like he’s trying to make up for every second he spent lost in his own pleasure. His tongue drags wet circles around your nipple while his fingers work the other, pinching and rolling until you’re arching into him. 

“Jake~” Your voice comes out breathier than you intended. Your fingers thread through his soft locks tugging gently. 

He hums against your skin as he looks up at you with glassy eyes, blown pupils and  that beautiful pout of his.  

“Can- can I touch you, please” 

“ha-” you sigh “Yes, I’d really like it if you touched me sweetheart” You say somewhat playfully, impatient, earning a cute chuckle from jake, the type that makes his voice sound more seductive than it already is, 

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll get right to it”  His free hand slides down your stomach, fingers trailing through the slick heat between your legs. He shudders when he feels how wet you are yet again. 

“Fuck- you’re so wet...” 

Groaning like it takes him by surprise every time, you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping you. “For you, Jakey” 

He fucking whimpers, desperately. His fingers begin to move, sliding through your slick folds with a practiced and eager exploration. Gathering your wetness before circling your clit with a feather-light pressure, something so soft that it’s surprising how stimulating it is. He watches your face for every flicker of reaction. 

“Like that?” he asks, his voice small, needy. 

“Mmhmmm,” you hum, your eyes flutter shut. “Just like that” 

His confidence seems to bloom from your encouragement, no longer afraid of messing up the rare chance of getting to pleasure you. He presses a little harder, his movements becoming more deliberate. Then, he pushes one long finger slowly into you, the middle. You both gasp. You at the sweet stretch of it. Him, at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

“Oh,” he breathes, his forehead drops to rest against your shoulder. “You- you feel so tight. FUck you’re so hot” 

“Jake-ngh,” you moan, your hips rolling instinctively to meet his shallow thrusts. “Another one.”  He follows, like the obedience is wired into him. Jake slides a second finger,his index along with the former and you can’t help the way you clench tighter. 

The stretch is fuller, deeper. He scissors them gently, curling them inside you, and when he brushes against that perfect spot, your whole body jolts, a breathy cry of pleasure leaving your lips. 

“There?” he aks, a frantic eager edge to his voice, even as his own body shudders with the effort of control. He does it again, and again, his fingers pump into you with a steady, wet rhythm. The sounds of it fill the quiet room, mixing with his hitched breathing and your rising moans. 

You can feel your orgasm building, a fluttery coil tightening below your belly. But you want more, you want all of him. 

“Jake,” you pant, reaching down to still his hand. He freezes immediately, looking up at you with wide, worried eyes. 

“Fuck me. Now.” 

The command makes him whimper. “Fuck yeah. Yeah I’ll- yes”  He scurries to his elbows to hover over you, his disheveled, sweat-dampened hair hangs over towards you like a curtain and you reach up to brush it behind. Greedy for the sight of his lovely puppy eyes. 

His now rigid cock presses against your thigh and you peer down to see that his tip is still red and swollen. 

He positions himself, the head of his cock nudging agains your entrance. He pauses, his whole body tense, a question in his eyes. You give him a small encouraging nod, urging him to go slow for his own sake. 

“Easy baby, take it easy.” you whisper. 

Jake pushes forward, Just the tip but your eyes zone onto his only to see his gaze focused on yours. You stare into his tear moistened eyes and he... he just looks so far gone. Like he’s hot, so hard and so desperate to become the very object of your deepest desires. 

The feeling of him breeching you is so different from his fingers. The stretch is delicious. 

“Oh, god,” he whimpers, he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. “you, fuck you’re so warm, so nice, so tight..hmmm” 

He pushes a little more, sinking into you inch by agonizing inch, making your body stretch to accommodate and it just feels so gradually full. You can see him trembling above you, his breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he bottoms out. 

Jake’s hips are flush around you and for a moment, neither of you move. You’re just connected, breathing each other’s air, sharing this perfect, overwhelming sensation. 

“Jakey~” you sigh, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Move. Please move baby” 

He nods frantically before burying his face into the crook of your neck. He pulls out slowly, almost all the way before thrusting back in.  

“ah-” 

The first stroke of him inside you draws a loud moan from your throat. It’s so fucking perfect. The angle, the depth, the feeling of his shaky body against yours. And the way he whimpers is enough to burn through your core. 

He sets a rhythm, slow and deep at first. Each thrust punches a waning sigh from your lips. He’s whispering against your skin, a constant stream of broken praise and pleas. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, so good... nghh- i-is this okay?” 

“You’re doing great puppy”  You assure him, your hands grip against your shoulders and you’re sure your nails dig into his skin. 

“Am-am I hurting you Baby” he whimpers out mid thrust. You arch against his body, your grip tight enough to draw blood. 

“N-no Jake, you- fuck you feel good” you moan out, lips parting as you surrender to the noises his body pulls out of you. “Harder, Jake. You can go harder.” 

Jake obeys, his pace increases. The slap of skin against skin fills the room and you can feel your pleasure building again, sharper this time, intensifies by the feeling of him stretching you over and over again. You moan out his name, loud and uninhibited. 

His thrusts have become more erratic, less controlled. You can feel him pulsing inside you and you know what that means. He’s close. Already. 

“Jake” you gasp, your own climax hovers just out of reach. “Hold on. Hold on for me baby, not yet” 

Jake’s entire vody lock up when you tighten around him as you speak and a broken, ragged groan tears from his throat as he buries himself to the hilt. His hands are shaking against your body and the ground, 

“Fuck-! I’m so close” he gasps out. “...gunna cum inside you please let me cum inside you” 

“n-n-NO! Jake please cum with me, I’m close” 

“C-can’t- gunna loose it baby.” He cries out, voice quiet. “I-I need to let go.” 

You can’t help but tear up at the intensity of the moment, dragging your nails down his back, leaving scratches in his wake to give him something other than your pussy to focus on. 

“No, don’t stop... fuck pleasee” 

Jake lets out a strangles moan, the pain of your nails is like fire in his skin and he’s almost crying now, holding onto dear life. 

“f-fuck... I can’tt” His voice is so breathless, so small like he’s at your mercy. He’s so deperate and so overstimulated and your mushy hot walls drive him up heights he didn’t know exister. He’s panting against your skin and with one final thrust he leaks into you. 

“Nghh-” 

You can’t help but groan, out of frustration this is his sixth time cumming, you’re not even sure if he can get it up again. And when he rolls over his softened cock (still a solid five inches) slips out of you, and you lay there, bare. And he collapses on his back besides you. 

“S-Sorry, fuck I’m so sorry I couldn’t..” He says between hiccups and quiet sobs. The disappointment eats him up from the inside. 

His cock lies softened, curled against his thighs, unresponsive. Too spent. 

His hands fly up to his face but you’re too dazed to care, too frustrated to think. His juices squeeze out of your inside as your pussy clenches begging for more. 

You’re not satisfied, wound too tight, left needing so much more. 

“I.. I can’t any more,” He gasps against your shoulder, “You... you’ll have to...wait...please.” 

You look at him, curled up and vulnerable and a different kind of need takes over your, something so selfish and filthy. You move before you can fully think it through, straddling him in one fluid motion, your knees on either side of his hips. 

His eyes open, wide and alarmed. 

“W-what are you..?” 

You reach down and take his softened cock in your hand, he’s wet with both of you and twitches at your touch. 

“F-fuck Y/n, no.” You’re already positioning yourself, lowering yourself to the best of your ability. “Nghha-ha it’s too much baby, please stop”  You start riding him slowly, grinding your swollen and needy clit against his pelvis, chasing the friction that will finally get you where you need to be. 

“It hurts- fuck please... I-I'm so sorry” His voice sounds so broken and wrecked that it’s almost like you can hear him tear apart from the inside out. But you don’t stop, you can’t find it in yourself to. 

“Safe word, use it if you need to” 

You say plainly between your pleasured sighs. Making sure he remembers. 

“b-baby.. It's too much p-pleease" 

You bounce and grind against him at an excruciating pace. His cock, though soft, is still think and the feeling of it moving inside you, conforming to your walls, the feeling of using him like this is darkly intoxicating and it drives you wild. 

“Please! Baby... I’ll do anything... just stop” 

He’s a mess beneath you, sobbing, whimpering. Jake’s face is contorted into something that can only be describes as a mixture of pain and pure overwhlem, though the furrow in his brows seems determined to pleasure you. 

You keep on grinding, riding until that coils tighten just under your stomach, and you’re left sighing as you chase your high with desperation you have never displayed. 

“F-fuck I'm so close” You gasp, your walls begin to flutter. 

“please please PLEASE” Jake shouts hoarsly, as his entire body locks up and his hands fly to grip your hips in a bruising hold as he lets out a choked sob. He’s shaking violently, tears spilling over as his breath comes in ragged gasps. And he’s never looked prettier. 

Your hand spread out on his soft stomach and your nails claw into his skin, his spine arches into the feeling, but his thighs quiver. 

“Fuckkk, safe- use it- if you need to- nghhh" You mutter out, struggling to get even a proper sentence out as you ride yourself closer and closer to release. Jake’s eyes squeeze shut at a certain clench of your pussy and it makes you double over as you force yourself to move through it. That knot you had spent so long tying is finally, finally being pulled open and you lose your self in the sensation of just everything, the sight of just everything. 

“I-I’m, fuck- I'm cummingg” 

Your release washes over you with such intensity that Jake’s numbing grip feels gentle, But before you can ride out your high you hear a certain desperation in your beloved puppy’s voice. Something so raw that it shocks you out of your daze. 

“RED! Fuck please baby red” 

He nearly shouts out, half whine. His hands fly to his face when he lets out a shaky cry. He loves making you feel good but in this moment he genuinely can’t take anymore 

But you still, Your thighs are trembling when you lift off of him, the last of your release still dripping out of your entrance. 

“Jake?” 

You call out, your voice is weak and you reach forward, but when he doesn’t let you in, the guilt begins to creep into your mind. 

“Fuck, Jake I’m so sorry, baby let me see you please” 

Your pussy is still leaking weak gushes of release on his stomach. 

Jake flinches when you call his name, still hiding his face behind his hands, but the second your fingers touch him, he sobs harder. His entire body is trembling like a leaf in the wind as he finally lets you pull his hands away from his face. 

"I... I didn't want to say it," he chokes out, "...but it hurt too much." 

His cheeks are streaked with tears, eyes red and swollen from crying so hard. He looks completely shattered, like something inside him just broke.  "Fuck im sorry.. I-i w-wanted to make you feel good b-b-but i can't tak...fuck-" 

he whispers hoarsely against your palm before turning into your chest and burying himself there. 

“oh sweetheart you don’t need to apologize”  

you coo, voice full of guilt, trailing your hand down his shoulder to caress his back in soothing motions. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I should’ve realized... I’m sorry sweet boy” 

Jake lets out a broken little whimper at your words, his entire body curling into you like he's trying to disappear. He clings to you with shaking hands, his face still wet with tears as he presses closer. 

"I just... wanted it so bad," he mumbles hoarsely against your skin, "...but I couldn't take it anymore." 

His voice is small and wrecked now, completely different from the confident tone he had earlier. He’s so damn vulnerable right now, like a scared puppy who got too much attention. 

“D’ you need anything baby? You okay?” 

You whisper softly as you place a lingering kiss against his temple. 

Jake’s entire body is limp, his chest is heaving, tears still spilling down his flushed cheeks as he stares up at you with wide, glassy eyes. 

"I… I need water," he rasps out weakly, "...please." 

“Yeah? Yeah okay, I’ll get you some” Your voice is so gentle when you talk to him that Jake can’t help but melt into you further, torn between letting you go or clinging to you, but ultimately he does let go. 

Your legs are still shaking from your orgasm, but you hurry back with the glass of water, handing it to him carefully. 

“Here you go, darling” 

Jake takes the glass from your hand with trembling fingers, his expression is so soft and vulnerable when he takes your hand in his as he sips on the water. 

You stand there, still, just observing, hoping he really is alright. The expression on your face must’ve been really obvious because Jake looks up at you with his teary eye and his brows furrow, he squeezes your hand like he thinks he’s the one that should be comforting you right now. 

“D-do you want to shower together?” 

Jake asks quietly, that small quiver in his voice is still audible and it both breaks your heart and makes it beat just a bit faster. 

“yeah.. We can do that” 

You echo quietly, taking the glass from him once he’s done, you hold out your other hand to help him get up. He looks at you like he really doesn’t want to get up, but he forces himself to start standing up anyways. He’s still shaky and his legs feel weak as hell when he finally gets to his feet. His hands grip your hips like a vice, needing all the support he can get and you hold his elbows to help him balance, “yeah, just like that,” needing to give him all the support you can. 

The silence hangs for too long as you both walk to the bathroom, it bothers you... 

“Talk to me Jake, tell me what you need” 

Jake takes another, deeper breath, before finally speaking, his voice is still shaky and quiet but stronger than earlier. He still doesn't let go of your forearms, though his hands are now just loosely holding on and not as desperately. He lets his eyes meet yours, looking at you softly. 

"I just…" he starts, swallowing again before continuing,  

"…need you…to keep touching me…if that's okay…" 

You’re quick to begin rubbing his back as you guide him into the shower, “of course it’s okay”, 

Jake steps into the tiled shower area with shaky legs, “easy, baby” 

You join him under the war, water after having found a towel and clothes to change into,  

“Are you feeling better?”  

Jake’s arms snake around your waist and he buries his face in the crook of your neck like he’s done it a million times before. 

You can feel his grin against your skin before he speaks, “That was so fucking hot” 

Your body eases into his hold, but you scoff “I’m being serious, I went too far-” 

“I’m also serious, I don’t think I can ever forget about this” he interrupts. 

Jake pulls away and looks down at you, “I am serious, it just was a lot in the moment, I’m fine now”  

It’s so weird being assured while he’s looking at you with those puppy eyes of his and you drift closer... if that’s even possible. 

“...so” your voice fades into silence as you get lost in his gaze, Jake nuzzles forward, snuggling his nose against your cheek, “so? What are we?” he mumbles, a smug smirk on his face. 

You can’t help but groan or cool the blush that creeps onto your cheeks, “Get out of my head” You retort as you reach for the shampoo, Jake chuckles. 

“Nope, You’ve been in mine for too long” 

“So what? Is this payback” 

He leans his head forward just as you put the bottle back, you don’t comment on the way reaching for your touch has become an instinct for him. 

“Yeah, exactly that. It’s payback” 

He mumbles softly, his voice melts as you lather the shampoo through his hair. 

“You’re gonna have to think of a better plan for your revenge, I don’t think I mind this” 

Jake chuckles as you tilt his head back slightly to rinse the shampoo, letting the water run through the strands.  

“What if I go around campus telling everyone you’re my girlfriend?” 

“You’re not really good at this are you..” You joke, Jake lathers the soap suds on your body, even massaging your shoulders. His touch just feels so natural, like it was meant to be there. 

“Yeah I guess I should just leave all the mean stuff to you” 

He teases, laughing even more when he notices you roll your eyes at his remark. Jake slowly turns you around and rinses the soap of your body, he nuzzles against your shoulder. 

“You smell so good..” he whispers, like the words are meant more for him than they are you. 

“I smell like you” a plain retort. 

“hmmm, That’s good. You’re staying right?” 

He asks quietly, there’s this roughness to his voice that makes a shiver go up your sine, likely because of all the crying earlier. 

“Yeah, I would like to” 

Jake’s hands massage your hip, and then your belly as he pulls you closer towards him, his chest presses against your back. His lips brush against your skin. 

“I’d take you right here, if I could”  

“What’s stopping you?” you tease. 

He nips at your skin, trailing his nose up along the side of your neck. 

“You broke me” 

“That sounds like a complaint...” 

“...It isn’t” 

You turn in his arms, circling yours around his shoulders as you pull him in for a kiss, 

“there’s always next time” 

Jake chases your lips when you pull away,  

“Next time... use your hands instead” 

“Instead of what?” 

“The collar, of course”  You grin and he leans in for another kiss. 

You trust machines more than people.

Machines make sense. They follow rules. They don’t hesitate, don’t misinterpret, don’t leave you guessing what went wrong. If something fails, you can trace the fault, adjust the design, and try again.

But boy, could you get used to this.

The End

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[jakesimnophilia]

Wired for Obedience pt.1

Pairing: Nerd!sub!Jake x Nerd!dom!freader.

Genres: Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, University au, comedy, angst(ish), smut, like super filthy smut, Slowburn.

21.3k words (pt.1)

Requests/asks OPEN!

Warnings (MDNI 18+ only) : Oral(f!recieving), reader gets turned on by Jake getting scared, injury(cut&burn), blood, begging, making out.

Synopsis: It's post exam period and you've had a vision, of a remote control tightening collar, and as an engineering student you make it your mission to make it happen. But there's one problem, you're studying electronic engineering, you have no idea how to model and design the mechanical part of the collar... and your only friend in mechanical engineering, Jungwon won't help. So you do the only thing you can, you put up an ad, looking for people well versed in CAD to help you bring your vision to life.

read pt.2 here not proofread:)

Of all the places you could be on a Thursday evening after all your classes, you find yourself on the foot of your friend's bed trying to convince him that a vision you saw in a dream is actually a viable personal project.  "You cannot be serious right now... we just got done with our exams and you want to make a remote controlled tightening collar, for what"    "what? for fun of course"  "oh c'mon Jungwon I'll  figure everything out I just need your help with the cad, you know we don't have any mechanical design classes in electronics"    "Dude I just want to be so academically absent right now, I can't even think about considering working on anything" 

you can't help but sigh at Jungwon's strong aversion to working with you, it's not like the exams just finished, they ended like 15 days ago, that's more than enough lazy time...  "-but it's not working if it's for fun"    "yes, it is, work is work. and right now I don't even want to get up to grab that bottle of water from my desk"    "will you say yes if I promise to bring you your water bottle to you for a month-"    "like hell I will, you walk here, it takes you 40 minutes, besides I'm sure there's plenty of nerds who'd love to ~work~ with you this time of the year" 

ughh no, this is really inconvenient, the last thing you wanted to do was actually talk to someone outside of the friend group, and Jungwon is the only person you know... or talk to from the Mechanical faculty. There's only so much you can do with Electronics, someone needs to be there to design the actual mechanics of it.  "Nooo, don't make me talk to other people... imagine a stranger coming up to you and asking if you'd like to help them recreate this kinky device they saw in a vision"    "First of all you're not as much of a stranger as you think, just because you don't register the people around you doesn't mean they don't plus you could just post something up on that pillar thing, something small and discrete-ish so you can find someone and be lowkey about it"   "I'll do your dishes for you-"  "no." 

"See you~"  Jungwon bids you goodbye as you leave the warmth of his dorm and into the cold of the winter night. The air is chilly, the kind that hurts your nose a bit when you breathe and cools your cheeks to the point you can't even tell that they're flushed. Your breath leaves you in clouds as you make your way back to your apartment with your hands tucked deep into your oversized black puffer. 

Well, there goes your plan, part of you knew that Jungwon wouldn't agree, and well, as much as you hate to admit it, it isn't unreasonable for him to do so, some would even say 15 days isn't enough recovery time after a torturous semester. On most occasions even YOU could be some people... but you had a vision, a revelation if you will and you're willing to do anything to make it come true. You're an engineering student, most things of this nature stop feeling impossible during the second semester, and you just finished your third. 

Plus in all fairness, Jungwon's idea wasn't actually bad or crazy, you've seen people post shit like that on the column near the study rooms, all you need to do to stay as lowkey as possible and recruit the first person that contacts you and get rid of the ad. 

"Oh god I hope I get a normal person", you mumble into the cold air. As a woman in Engineering, you were surrounded by a plethora of men, most of which aren't well normal in the way you'd hope they'd be, obviously Jungwon being an exception. And it's not that they're awkward, no that would be appreciated to an extent, heck you were awkward. But no, they were condescending pieces of shit who you've come to doubt have even some kind of awareness. 

You walk up the ghastly stairs of your apartment building, all the way to the fourth floor to your place. Your hands fumble the keys way too many times for your liking, but you can't help the slowness after the cold. You head to your bedroom after hanging the keys up, shedding off your jacket before rushing to the bathroom so you can get to bed as soon as possible. 

"I'm guessing Jungwon said no?"  "yeah... I'm having to take extreme measures"  You're sitting next to Mel, a friend from Electronics, while you type up the ad on your laptop. She's the one you feel closest to most times, and it would've been perfect if she knew a sliver of mechanical design, she'd be more than enthusiastic to help you on this side quest. 

"Dude I wish I could help"  "Ugh I wish you could too, but they should just give the design courses to all of the engineering programs, like I wouldn't even mind taking a few extra classes-"    "Yeah they seem genuinely interesting, but ugh a girl can wish"      You finish up the flyer, just simple text in times new roman on half a page with the smirking apple meme on the side and send it to the printer.  "Yeah I'm just manifesting that I get a normal person because I just want to recruit the first person who's down cause lowkey,,,, I'd like to keep the confidants to a minimum"    Both of you get up to walk to the printer, your laptop in hand in case the print needs to be resent.  "what if that doesn't happen-"    "then I guess I'll  ask them who they are before I drop the deets"  You enunciate the last word with widened eyes, Mel chuckles at the expression you're making and you input your uni login to the printer. 

"But- no" 

"what?"    "but you don't know half the people in our class, how would you know if people from mechatronics or mechanical are normal or not" 

"Ah-"  your jaw hangs slightly as you fold the print and rip it in half to the size you intended it to be. 

"I mean, I could ask Jungwon if someone from Mechanical messages me.... and I guess I'll vibe out the mechatronics ones"    "Through text?"    "don't doubt my intuition"  Mel let's out a quiet laugh as she hands you a piece of tape and you stick the paper to the column.    "now, we wait" 

You flip your phone over the nth time, looking at or rather the lack thereof the notifications.    "dude stop checking your phone, the professor's actually saying something useful for once"  "ugh I know but it's been three hours"    You reluctantly put your phone to the side when you finally decide to pay attention to the power electronics lecture, realizing you might not have to thug it through all of your classes this semester, the professor actually seems to know whatever modelling thing he's talking about.   

Your phone rings twice before Mel picks up, 

"It's been four fucking business dayss"  "what? oh-"  "is that madame freak"  "yeah"  "what, are you with Jungwon right now?"    "yeah, we met at the store, we're coming over after that"    "What? now?" 

You can't help but sound a bit surprised, which in itself is surprising cause this isn't even the first time this is happening, nor the second or the tenth. 

"Mhmmm clean your room girlll" 

Jungwon says through Mel's phone, "Ugh you know I just have to make my bed, it isn't even messy. besides you're one to talk your kitchen is always a mess"  you hear Mel laugh out loud at whatever is happening on the other side of the phone, 

"Jungwon says to tell you to shut up... nice attack" 

You laugh at how much fun Mel has playing the double agent and get up from your mattress to assess your room and conclude that it's just a jacket and three t shirts you need to stuff into the closet and a plate you should've put in the kitchen two days ago that needs cleaning up. 

"you guys can't be here earlier than 10 minutes"    "Hmmm, yeah that works. and also, don't stress it, I'm sure someone will text you this week" 

your brows knit, it's already halfway through the week, more than half actually since Wednesday would end soon. 

"It's Wednesday-?"  "I know"    "Right okay, take longg, I'll  see you"  "Yeah yeah see you, trust someone will text you tomorrow" 

You hang up and start tidying up the place, you hope they bring over some kind of food you can pop into the air fryer cause you know you guys will definitely have dinner together, and cooking is something you don't want to do after having four hours of control engineering 1. 

It's Thursday, you're sitting in the project meeting rooms with Mel and Jungwon, doing everything but studying, having the post lab debrief in which you and Mel rant about the Student Lab assistant who's always hovering by your guys' station. which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but you'd rather just figure it out on your own with Mel, it helps in keeping things in mind for the next time and- 

"Dude!"  You jump in your seat, surprised, you turn to Mel and Jungwon with your phone in your hand.    "Dude?"  They say in unison, both of their faces contorting into pure confusion.  "Dude how the fuck did you guess this? Someone texted me they saw the ad" 

You all cheer in celebration, clearly excited that a) you found someone and b) Mel is psychic  "AYYYY, let's goooo, who is it?" 

"ummm-"  you look down at your phone, pulling the notification down to glimpse at the message without opening it.  "-Jake, from mechatronics"  "Oh wait shit-"  you mumble, putting your phone down as you brush your hand through your hair. 

"What shit?" 

"Shit... I know Jake" 

They both deadpan 

"Why is that shit"    "it's shit because, I've encountered him once and it was so fucking embarrassing" 

"What? Jake's a nice guy, why is this an oh shit?" Jungwon asks, clearly looking forward to the fact that you won't bother him about helping you.    "-OH, JAKE? The bridge guy"  Mel says, her eyes wide as she raises her hands to the sides of her face. 

"huh?" Jungwon interjects. 

Yes, the bridge guy. 

It was once upon a cold night, you were walking Jungwon home after he had one too many drinks at the Halloween party back in first semester. You didn't drink, like at all that day and so you were walking Jungwon home, it was around 1:15 am and you guys were crossing the bridge across uni where at the time a group of guys, who looked fairly drunk were you know, talking, in a circle like they usually do. and you had to walk between them. And while you were doing that a guy looks at you and exclaims something that you could only decipher as "yaoi may clause" multiple times, and you did what you do best. You side eyed him and muttered a very confused but condescending "What the fuck". And get through the circle, you're hardly two meters away when Jungwon asks, his brows knit 

"Why'd you say what the fuck"  "What do you mean, how else am I supposed to respond to yaoi may clause"  "huh?"  "Huh what? he was saying yaoi may clause or some shit, what do you want me to say" 

You're now a good seven meters past the guys when He bursts into laughter, like full on doubles over clutching his stomach with one hand and holding on to the metal railing of the bridge with his other as he just laughs. You're confused. Sure, you guess 'yaoi may clause' might be funny and you chuckle along at his exaggerated reaction and grab Jungwon's arm to pull him up. He's just drunk... right? 

"YAOI MAY CLAUSE! dude, he was saying you're in my math class"  "WHAt?" 

he manages again between laughs "I said he said you're in my math class, not yaoi may clause" 

"stop..."  "That's Jake, he's in our math class. He's Australian"  "Dude... no... the accent caught me off guard, I didn't know he was Australian, what... I don't even know the guy"    And while you stood there in regret and slight embarrassment for a good minute Jungwon was still laughing, your hand pulling at his arm to help him get up Jakes walks over, Pulls Jungwon up and grabs you both by the shoulder and shakes the both of you gently. You can tell he's drunk and you're confused as to what is going on. 

"Get home safe soldiers"  "You can do it!" 

He exclaims, clearly under the impression that both of you and Jungwon were very drunk. He lets go of Jungwon's shoulder and turns to you and grins and then leans in clumsily to whisper, close enough for his nose to brush against your hair. "You should wear your glasses more often" 

He slurs, before just walking back to his friends.    "Aah, that bridge guy. I keep forgetting" 

"Yeah, you were very drunk"    "God, honestly that wasn't too bad, I'm friends with Jake, he's a cool guy" Jungwon explains. 

"Yeah?"  You look over at Mel for validation before you decide to answer the text on your phone.  "yeah, I think you should go for it, I think their group is chill, in a normal way"    She says with a nod of her head.  "Okay then, the court has decided. But first, we need to take down that notice." 

You're on your bed, mattress rather, you haven't bought a bed frame for it... yet. Not that you don't want to, you just don't have a car or a friend with a car, and car rentals would cost about the same as delivery and taxis and that's the kind of money you've been trying to save since first semester. So... you're on your mattress, all cozied up under the think comforter, away from the cold. 

You didn't text Jake back in the afternoon, not even when you came back home in the evening, and now you have time and space in your mind to get to the task at hand. You pick up your phone and open his contact and read his message fully, not just the glimpse you've been glancing at through the notification bar the entire day. 

[Hii, I'm Jake from mechatronics... I saw your ad and I'd be down to work on whatever you have in mind.  sent 6 hours ago  {Hi Jake... I'm glad you'd like to work with me on this, especially after the exams. igg  {you have to promise to keep this project a secret though 

you send the text, keeping it casual enough to not be ridiculously formal and to come off as nonchalant as you can. he is still a stranger and- 

read just now 

oh? Oh that was quick, you see the floating message thing, oh shit he's typing back already, you're not prepared to text back.... 

[np  [what do you want to even make 

You close your eyes at the dreaded yet inevitable question, okay. You decide to just trust him, worst case scenario he tells people, and they label you as the sadistic perv from electronics who's also lowkey a loner but not really and go you have got to stop. you swipe your phone open and type up a reply. 

{you have to promise...  [no bombs... or guns or weapons  {Yeah no, no weapons  [ok... I promise 

The last text takes a minute too long, like he's judging you, and god does he have the right to because why the hell are you being so weird about it. This is literally the opposite of how nonchalant you wanted to be. 

{A remote control collar  [what are you controlling and that's not even secret bad  {the tightness...  [Oh  Oh? just oh? God you wish you could read minds through text right now.  [ah, for dogs?...  {...no  [ohkk, I guess I don't mind keeping a secret  {Great...  [do you want to meet up tomorrow, to discuss how you want it to tighten and stuff  {Yeah sure, that would be nice  {When do your classes end  [6 tmrw, but I have a huge break from 2 to 4 in between  [does that work?  {Yeah, I actually finish at 2:15 so that's perfect  [great... see you  {yes, see you 

Okay, that did not go as bad as you expected it to go, he seems chill, open minded too and you suppose he wasn't exactly rude as the bridge guy. Maybe, just maybe you were really lucky, and this wasn't going to be as difficult as you were making it out to be. 

Monday comes by just as fast as the last week went by, and your class felt longer than life but now you're walking towards the private study rooms, scanning your student ID when you need to get to where you and Jake planned to meet. The door clicks as you push it open, and there you see Jake, sitting on the wheeled chairs inside study room 13. 

"Hey, hope you didn't wait too long" 

Jake's body jolts at your greeting it seemed he had earphones in, he lets out an embarrassed laugh as he turns around to face you. 

"Hey, no, it's no problem it was only like 10 minutes" 

You smile at him politely as you take a seat beside him and spin your chair to face him. His eyes wander the room before awkwardly coming to rest on you. 

"So... umm, how do you want to go about this?" he asks in his reserved yet quiet tone. It's a bit surprising, how he's going directly to the business talk especially after how playful he seemed on the bridge, but you make no effort to point it out and just go along with it. 

"Right, so I have already done all the calculations for the hypothetical circuit, and I've mapped out the algorithm for the systems part. I just need your help actually bringing it to life"  He nods at your explanation and bends down to fish a notebook out of his bag, 

"so, I gave it some thought over the weekend, and I thought it would be best if we had 'separated sectors' around the inner circumference of the collar and then whatever mechanism we have can push them in to tighten" 

He doodles a rough sketch of his idea, just a simple circle and how the insides would be separated, nothing too special but it's adequate enough for you to visualize what he says. 

"soo... we'd be using multiple small linear actuators'' 

"Yeah, at least according to this mechanism" 

"This is a good idea, but I can't help but think that it might snag the skin in some way if you know, if by chance the skin comes between the edges or something" 

Jake bites down on his lower lip as he ponders you words, his eyes lowered like he's imagining the situation, and you can't help but think how he looks a little cute, his brows are furrowed when he finally looks back up and nods. 

"you're right, maybe we can flare out the edges of the sector plates so that they're always overlapping no matter what" 

"yeah that works" 

"Hey, could you guide me through your calculations and the algorithm... It's been a while since I've had an electronics lecture?" 

"oh yeah sure” 

You bring out your notebook and start explaining the whole idea and everything you have figured out until now. You can't help but notice how his lips twitch whenever he finds a part interesting or how he squints when he seems confused, his expressive nature makes explaining the system very easy. And towards the end of the meeting when you finally have everything sorted out, and are working on your individual parts, there's 15 minutes left to Jake's next class, and you look up, only to see his gaze locked on you. His mouth drops open as he shakes his head.  "I- I made a rough model" 

You can't stop the soft laugh that escapes you as you wheel your chair to get a better view at his laptop screen, choosing to ignore his stare... for now at least. 

"It's flared and curved, but I think it would be best to.. I guess get some measurements for the throats so I can curve them to fit more snug" 

His gaze is avoidant, not staying on you for more than 5 seconds. 

"Yeah... that sounds like a good idea, I'll look into that for you" 

"mhmm thanks" 

You push your chair back to where you set 'work camp' and stare at your laptop. 

"What class do you have next?" 

You ask, wandering if you should be the one to officially conclude today's meeting. Your question finally brings Jake's gaze to you, and this time he manages to hold it. 

"huh- oh I have mechanics of materials" 

"that sounds fun" 

"I mean this is only the third lecture, but yeah I guess it is fun" 

You close your laptop and start packing your bag, "Should we call it a day then?" 

"yeah, let's do that, oh shit I only have like 7 minutes to get to class" 

And before you can even think and filter the words that were making their way to your tongue, you blurt them out. 

"I'll walk you" 

Jungwon also has the same class, might as well say hi, and oddly enough you didn't want to part ways with Jake just yet. Sure, the meeting was very business-y, but his presence was still enjoyable. But it looks like Jake might not feel the same way because the way he's looking at you is very... confusing 

"...Why would you?" 

Oh, maybe he didn't feel the same way as you, his voice sounded uncharacteristically cold. 

"I mean... Jungwon has the same class, I thought I'd just walk with and say hi"  "Oh- no that's not what I meant" 

You sling your backpack over your shoulders as you move to stand and push in your chair. "It's fine, I guess I'll leave first then-" 

"No, let's walk" he says softly, almost like he regrets sounding as distant as he did. "I'm sorry, I was just caught off guard" 

He stands beside you after packing his bag and moves to hold the door open for you. 

"Ah, it's okay I guess I would also be caught off guard if the roles were reversed" you mutter as you walk past him, turning back to see him quickly fall into step with you. 

"So, what are you making the collar for anyway?"  "I'm not sure? I just had the idea and thought that it was doable, maybe it'll be fun to play with at some point" 

Jake bites his lip again, but when you catch it this time, it looks like he's biting back a smile, his gaze wanders around the hallway before he clears his throat and mutters a response. 

"Right..." 

"What about you? why did you want to make this collar with me" 

"I was bored, it seemed fun... and I wanted to see what it would be like to work with you"  Jake's voice gets quieter towards the end and his gaze rests on you for a moment too long, and you let the silence hang for too long. His 

"You knew me?" the words come out before you can even think about stopping them, you always try to keep your existence lowkey so it's always a surprise when a person is aware of your existence, let alone is someone has taken interest in you. and for some reason, whatever it may be, this question makes Jake's ever changing expressions halt, a sliver of light from a classroom rests on his face, and you notice a faint blush on his cheeks. And all of a sudden Jake's calm composure breaks into something shy. 

This reaction makes something inside your stomach churn, maybe in a good way, but before you can think too much of it, he shifts his gaze from your face to the side as he pulls out his student ID once again for the exit. 

"Yeah... umm I saw you and your friend work together all the time, and you guys seem to have so much fun... and it was just math..." 

"You saw me?" You say teasingly, with the sole intention of getting a reaction similar to before, you smirk when he walks ahead of you under the pretense to open the door. 

His voice is quiet when he answers and you speed up so you can see his face "yes, you were in my math class". A laugh escapes your lips before you can even think of a response. The phrase being so nostalgic at this point. 

"What- why are you laughing?" A confused frown finds its way to Jake's face when you enter the elevator, and this time, it's you who bites back a smile. 

"...Cause on the bridge" you hint, wondering if he even remembers the stupid drunken encounter, but he clearly doesn't cause his frown deepens. Jake looks at you expectantly, his gaze studies the smug expression on your face. Your gaze on the other hand drops to his hands because you noticed him move, and he's fidgeting with his fingers nervously, and before Jake can take notice of how shamelessly you're staring at his hands, you look up and tell him about the bridge guy story. 

There's 3 minutes left to his class when you finish telling him the story, both of you are standing a few steps from the entrance. and you see the way his ears flush in embarrassment. 

"Fuck, sorry I- I don't recall any of that..." Jake rubs the back of his neck nervously, surprised by his lack of memory of the event. 

"it's alright, there's no way you would have remembered anything, you looked really drunk" but just as you move your hand to pat his shoulder to give him some sort of comfort, and tell him that it really wasn't as bad as he was feeling that it was, Jay comes in and hangs his arm over Jake's shoulders. 

"Hey dude, why're you standing here class is about to start" 

He says before he notices you "Oh, Hi Y/N, what're you doing here?" 

Jay and Jungwon live in the same dorm area, so you've encountered Jay a few times while you were at his place. 

"Hi Jay, I was studying at campus, thought I'd say hi to Jungwon before leaving but I guess I'm too late for that now" 

Jay shoots Jake a knowing look and a smug smirk, before turning back to you and jokes, "Yeah, he's sitting in the middle somewhere, so there's no chance his lazy ass is coming out.". 

You chuckle at his quip and wave both him and Jake goodbye. "well then I won't keep you two, the professor just walked in" 

Jake does anything but look you straight in the eye before he bids you good bye and the two of them leave for class. 

cute. 

That night, just when you're about to put your phone down to go to sleep, your phone pings at a message Jake sent. 

[ Hey, it's so weird I remember everything from that night but the bridge thing.  [ My brain must've erased it out of my memory to save me from the embarrassment so the only thing I'd suffer from in the morning would be my hangover.  { hi  { it really isn't something to be embarrassed of { Drunk people can get so much worse 

It's kind of cute how he's still thinking about this, you can only imagine the expression he's making right now, would his face still be flushed. You turn over in your bed, thinking nothing of your need to get a reaction out of him, and without much thought you add, 

{ Why'd you want me to wear my glasses more often though? 

You see the floating bubbles disappear for a minute too long. Sure, you're curious about the reason behind his words, but the fact that he's probably biting or chewing his lip right now makes your stomach flutter and you find yourself biting your lip. 

Jake's thoughts stop at your question, he chews on his lips as he thinks of a witty reply, something that doesn't expose his true intentions behind working with you. He always knew that you were the one who posted the ad on the column. Jay, Jungwon and him were all sitting on the couch in Jay's apartment when Jungwon mentioned it, Y/n was looking for someone to help her with the 3d design for some vision she had, Jungwon was hoping Jay would agree but Jake butt in before Jay could even get a word in. Jake doesn't want to work with you just because he was bored after the exams, he wants to work with you because he's been highkey crushing on you since first semester. You've been running through his mind for more than a year, and it's been driving him crazy, he needs to be by your side, in your life, plaguing your mind. Like you plague his. 

He had asked Jungwon to keep this a secret, to let you think he found out through the ad, he didn't want you to know how down bad he was for you just yet. Jake wants to see if you think of him in the same way he thinks of you, but his already mushy brain fails in thinking of a response, so he gives in for the moment and just gives you an honest answer. 

[ Cause...  [ They look good on you 

oh! You had only worn your glasses twice in the first semester because they messed the prescription up and then switched to contacts... So, the fact that Jake saw you those two times and still remembers, does nothing short of making your heart flutter. You lay awake, staring at your phone. because how the fuck are you supposed to reply to this, Jake finds you cute? that's crazy. Sure, you weren't bad looking, heck you'd even consider yourself to be quite pretty, but you've only met and spoken to Jake once, which was today, so there is no way in hell he likes you. So, in the spirit of seeming nonchalant, you decide to seem unaffected by it and turn his compliment into a discussion point. 

{ like in a cute way?  [ no, in a scary way 

This time he only takes a few seconds to reply, but his reply confuses you. Jake thinks you look scary, and he thinks you look good when you look scary. But just as you were typing out a reply to inquire more about him thinking you looked good scary, cause what is his ass on about, he texts. 

[ I'm going to go to sleep now  [ I have class at 8 tmrw :(  [ goodnight y/n  { Goodnight Jake  { I hope your class gets cancelled :( 

Jungwon’s apartment smells like food, when you walk in. A few steps to the kitchen reveal that the Yang Jungwon is busy baking. 

“Woah, hello there” 

You can’t help the faint smirk that paints your lips as you slip out of your boots. Jungwon rarely cooks, and to watch him bake something is amusing to say the least. 

“oh hi, you’re here” 

“You called me here to watch you bake?” 

Jungwon groans in embarrassment, he walks to you and pulls you fully into the kitchen. 

“Please, let’s keep the teasing to a minimum. I got pressured into making bread and I need your help” 

“How many batches have you burnt Jungwon?” 

“Like two halves?” 

He gives you way to investigate the situation, you study the mess in the kitchen, the flour dusted counter top, the two big bowls stacked in the sink with the remnants of dough still in them. And two flat, dense black things on a plate. 

“That’s the bread?” 

“put your brow back down, I tried I swear. I just can’t get it right” 

“Right... Tell me about how you got pressured into this, clean up your mess and I’ll consider helping you”   

Jungwon rushes to wash the dishes and wipe the counters, and as he does that he tells you about Jay and Heesung were making fun of him for not being able to cook proper food, one thing led to another and they started joking about how Jungwon couldn’t even make bread... he had never tried. So He butt in and took they’re teasing as a challenge. And now he’s here. 

“So... you got rage baited into baking bread?”  “no... yes” 

You chuckle at his admission, it’s rare for Jungwon to not put up a fight and so you follow suit, and give in as well. 

“Come on, I’ll help you with the dough” 

You guide Jungwon along some recipe you found online, so he can still technically say he did this himself. 

It’s now time to kneed the dough and you’re standing by Jungwon’s side as he folds the dough over itself.  “keep doing this, you’re doing well” 

“Oh my god I can’t believe I’ll have bread” 

What you don’t notice however is that Jungwon had not mixed the dough properly, and there was a pocket of very flour water which he by some miracle hasn’t touched yet. 

“I’ve seen people punch dough like this- oH fuck” 

He punches the dough and manages to hit that hidden pocket, the water flies straight onto your shirt, and if that wasn’t bad enough Jungwon panics and goes straight to wipe the water off. Completely letting the fact that his hands are doughy at the moment go over his mind, and now you have both water and an uncomfortable amount of dough on your shirt. 

“wonn!” you huff out, you obviously didn’t pack a spare for a visit to Jungwon’s place on a random Wednesday. 

“Shit- Im sorry, You can borrow a shirt from my closet, I’ll put your shirt in the laundry and give it back to you.” 

You mumble an “okay, thanks” before leaving him in the kitchen to browse through his closet. You come across some niche band t-shirt stuffed absentmindedly in the corner of the shelf, and decide that it’s the one. 

Once you’ve changed you go out to see Jungwon and he’s sitting by the kitchen table, the dough resting on a bowl. You toss your shirt to Jungwon and move to take out the plastic wrap to cover the dough. 

“You’ll need to get the dough off before you put it in the washer” 

“Ah ok” 

He get’s up and takes your shirt to the bathroom, you’ve moved the dough closer to the radiator so it rises faster when you hear the door knock. When you answer the door you see a very messy haired Jake, swept by the wind some would say. 

“Oh hi?” 

You step aside to give him way to enter. 

“Hey, Jake didn’t know you’d come here” 

“Yeah no me neither, I'm surprised- pleasantly. Surprised" 

You take his scarf from his hand to hang on the rack while he takes his boots off. 

“Yeah me too” 

Jungwon scurries from the bathroom, the wet but now clean shirt in his hands. 

“Oh Jake you’re here, wait I’ll get the notes I borrowed” 

Jake follows you to the kitchen where you begin to wash the dishes the two of you have used. He stands right beside you, his arm bumping your shoulder every time you move, you turn to sneak a glance at him and you notice his gaze flicker from the shirt to your face with a pout on his face. 

“What’s up?” 

You say with a smile, not wanting to sound too pushy or anything. Jake bites back his pout and shakes his head.  “Nothing.... That’s Jungwon’s shirt” 

His words trail off like he meant for the latter part to be a nonchalant question, completely unrelated to your question, but you notice the way his nose twitches when you smile, so you decide to have a little fun. 

“How’d you know?” 

“I was with him when he bought it...” 

Oh he is curious, you place the last spoon on the rack and turn to face Jake, your hip digging sideways into the counter. 

“Wonnie and I were making dough, and he got it on me like an idiot” 

This time it’s his brow that twitches at the nickname you use for Jungwon. This is so fun, but Jake doesn’t reply this time, just nods like he’s mulling the situation over in his head. 

“He got rage baited into baking bread, and i was helping him... don’t tell Jay or Heesung about this” 

Jake lets out a laugh, likely at the rage bait part, but some part of you can’t help but delude yourself into thinking there’s some kind of relief to it aswell. 

Jungwon walks into the kitchen with the folder and the notebook in his hand, and he notices the way Jake’s gaze rests on your faxe and the way his fingers inch to touch yours on the counter and he lets out a scoff. 

“Can’t believe I feel like a third wheel in my own house” 

He jokes and comes forward to hand the things to Jake. You scoff at his comment and nudge his shoulder, “Third wheel to what exactly”. 

You don’t realize the way Jake’s cheeks are sprinkled with a blush. 

He sets the things down on the table and Jungwon notices that he has taken his boots and coat off, “You staying?” he asks casually. 

“he can stay. right? You say, too eager at the prospect of getting to hangout with Jake outside of your project. You turn to Jake to gauge his response, and his gaze flickers from you, to Jungwon and then back to you. He nods slowly “I can stay”. 

The three of you are sitting at the kitchen table and discussing your plans for the dough, when Jake, who’s looking at Jungwon’s fridge turns to look at you.  

“What if we put in some jalapenos and cheese into the bread. It’ll taste good” 

Jungwon looks at you, as if to investigate what you think about the idea. 

“That sounds really nice actually, something like chili cheese nuggets” 

You nod back and stand to set the cutting board out as Jake brings out the jalapenos and soft parmesan and sets them beside you. 

“This isn’t even my bread anymore” 

Jungwon jokes, his eyes flickering between the two of you. 

“Yeah, it might just end up too good for Jay and Heesung to believe” 

Jake mutters with a smug smile as he starts to dry the jalapenos. You’re cutting the cheese into small cubes next to Jake, his hip bumps into yours occasionally and you can’t help but think it’s intentional. Jungwon gets up to check on his schedule for tomorrow and when he can fit in a critique with Jay and Heesung. 

“do you listen to that band?” 

Jake says, his eyes are locked on the slices of jalapeños on the tissue. 

“Huh?” 

“the one on the shirt..” 

“Oh, no I don’t, Jungwon and I have really different music tastes. Which really surprises me because I do really listen to most things” 

“what.. do you listen to?” 

“Mm, like I said, a little bit of everything. But I really like Fall out boy, Muse you know that side of genres” 

Jakes ears perk up at the mention of the bands and he turns to face you, he’s looking at you like you’ve sung all of the magic words to his heart. And he’s smiling, no grinning to himself when he tugs at the shirt from your shoulder. 

“I have a Muse t-shirt y’know.” 

And as happy as you are that Jake also enjoys one of your favorite bands you cant help but focus on the fact that he chooses to mention a shirt. 

“Yeah? D’you want me to come over to put your t-shirt on instead” 

Your teasing words makes Jake drop the tissue he was using to dab the jalapenos dry. You notice the blush on his cheeks and you shake his head. For someone as reserved as Jake he is quite expressive. 

“What. No no, that’s not- what I meant” 

Jake clears his throat and goes back to the drawer to get another knife so he can cut the jalapeno slices into smaller chunks. You let it go, telling yourself it was just a playful offer. 

When the dough has risen, Jungwon has you spread it on the flour dusted countertop, and while you’re doing that you can’t help but feel annoyed by the way your hair keeps coming forward. Both Jake and Jungwon notice, and Jungwon goes into his room to get a cap because who carries around a ponytail. But Jake notices the claw clip you wear usually resting on the kitchen table and brings it to you, you accept it with a smile but before you can touch it with your doughy hands, Jake pulls back, eyes flicking nervously to you and then to Jungwon’s room, as if making sure he has you to himself in this moment. 

“Should I?” 

He offers, voice quiet, almost pleading. 

You can’t believe that Jake Sim is offering to put your hair up, but there’s no way you’re passing this up. 

“Yeah, I think that would be for the best” 

You mumble quietly as you turn around so that Jake can gather your hair, his hands brush through your hair for a few moment too long and when he behind to gather your hair you feel his hands brush your neck gently and the heat starts to creep up your neck to your cheeks. What the fuck is he doing right now, why is he being so jealous and touchy. 

“thanks..” 

You mumble quietly, deciding to focus your attention on distributing the cheese and jalapeno chunks on the dough in order to restrain yourself from jumping Jake right now. 

He twists your hair and put the claw clip in. Something about his movements is too smooth, like he’s practiced this, and it turns out the exact same as when you put your hair up. 

“You do this often?” 

“Yeah?” 

“putting up women’s hair, you’re too well versed in claw clips” 

You ask with playful suspicion in your eyes, narrowing them to exaggerate the character. But you have no idea that Jake always watched you put your hair up in class, he always sat behind you and he’s watched you do it so many times that he’s learned from observation. Jake feels like he’s been caught, but there’s no way you’d know this so he just shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck nervously. 

“N-no, never” he stammers, though the way he held your hair for a moment longer shows that he’s secretly thrilled to be the one doing this. 

Jungwon comes back to see your hair tied up and a flustered Jake by your side, he rolls his eyes. 

“I had to dig around for this thing” 

He huffs as he teasingly sets the cap on top of Jake’s head. And you catch his fleeting glance towards you before he hides it, your chest tightens slightly. And yes it’s subtle but you can tell. 

Jake feels some sort of attraction towards you. 

The next time you and Jake meet up is to discuss the project, five days from when Jake had called you scary in a good way, and to be honest it was still stuck in your mind. You're halfway through soldering the resistors to the PCB when Jake knocks on the door for the electronics lab. Someone closer to the door let's him in, and you stand to bring him to where you're working. 

"You don't access to this lab?"  "apparently not" 

He says before he grabs a seat to sit next to you. 

"hmm that's weird, I can access the mechatronics lab with my ID... Just call me next time, I'll get the door for you"  He smiles at you for a second before his gaze shifts to the circuits you've been soldering. "Yeah I'll do that. what are you working on?" 

"It's the main PCB for the collar, the linear actuators will already be too bulky so I'll just wire them to one terminal from where we can control them." 

You explain all the wiring to Jake, how it would look when the collar is built, and he takes his laptop and notebook out to sketch a rough case for the sector plates. 

"I've ordered the actuators, they should be here in 5 ish days, do you think you can get the prints ready by then?" 

"Yeah, for sure, I'll try to print them as soon as I'm down with the models... and we decided on 10 plates, right?" 

"mhmm, we need minimum 7, but I think 10 would be more comfortable" 

Time passes as the both of you work on your own part, occasionally you glance at his laptop screen and compliment his work, and he looks at you with an amused expression when you start soldering the wires for the actuators, "That looks like a mess" he comments with a short laugh. 

You turn to him with a slightly irritated expression, the flux fumes have gotten to you, it's been 3 hours since you've been here soldering and you scoff. 

"hey watch it, this is what it's supposed to look like, your case is supposed to hide all of this and more" You say playfully, Jake laughs at your slightly annoyed tone of voice and shakes his head. 

"Yes ma'am, I'll make it a bit wider" 

You continue with soldering the wires, and surprisingly you finish before Jake is done with the model. You lean over to observe his work. "Do you like scary movies Jake?" 

Jake turns to face you for a moment, his eyes lighten up at you attempt to make conversation unrelated to the project. It's like you want to get to know him, and it excites him. He turns back to his laptop screen to work on the model, but he answers swiftly, "Yeah, but only if I'm watching them with somebody." 

"Do you get scared easily?" 

Jake's caught off guard by your question, nothing he said would solicit that question, but you've hit the nail on the head because as embarrassing as it is, he does get scared often while watching them. He chews on his lip before giving you an answer "only sometimes", but his voice comes out a bit too high for someone who's telling the complete truth. 

You can't help the curiosity that's bubbling inside of you, why would Jake be lying, he doesn't seem to be the type to lie just because he's embarrassed to admit he gets scared when watching scary movies, hell that's what they're meant to do. 

"Do you like feeling scared Jake?" 

Jake chokes on his spit when you ask him that, how the fuck did you manage to think the one thing he hoped you wouldn't think of. His brain takes a second too long to give you a reply, and whatever he says now is pointless, because now you know he'd be lying if he denied the accusation. So, he tries to divert the conversation, "What about you? do you like scary movies?" 

He turns to face you to assess your reactions, the smug smirk on your lips tells him everything he needs to know, he's been caught, and you're enjoying every minute of whatever type of teasing you're doing to him. 

"Yeah, I do like them, and I also like to watch them with people. I think it's fun to see people get scared" 

Your gaze is fixed on his when you reply, your voice is lower than usual, like your words are private, only meant for him. His cheeks flush at the softness of your voice, and he knows he's making the exact expression you were expecting him to make, because that damn smirk on your face widens and something akin to wildness flickers in your eyes. 

Jake shifts his focus back to the laptop to save whatever reputation he has left, he thinks of a question to continue the conversation, something that wouldn't leave him feeling like a fool in front of the girl that's been stuck in his mind since forever, but before he can even open his mouth to speak, he feels your hair brushes against his shoulder when you lean closer under the preface of looking at the model. "do you think I'm scary Jake?" 

"What!? huh no, of course not. why would I think that?" He manages to stutter out a reply, he masks his flustered voice with an awkward laugh and moves closer to the laptop. 

"But you said so, that I look scary with my glasses...You know, it's okay, most people tell me I seem very intimidating at first glance. even without my glasses" 

"That was just two times..." he mumbles, his voice is lower than a whisper like this admission alone is embarrassing beyond belief. He sounds just so whiny while defending himself, it's making your knees weak but the way your adrenaline rushes just from the thrill of driving Jake into a corner and chewing him up exceeds every social skill you've learnt in your many years of life. However, it's the fact that he isn't meeting your eyes, and in turn is robbing you from the marvel that is his face 

is what makes you pull back. You settle back into your seat and let your gaze linger on Jake's nose before turning to look around the lab, there aren't many people left. 

"I'll clean up" 

You gather all the faulty resistors you had taken out and move to throw them in the bin. Once you've cleared the workspace of all the tools and wire bits, you bring out the Tupperware box you've been using to store the project. Jake turns to you, his lips still pouty from the teasing earlier, "You're Leaving?". His brows quirk, and he's looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that he's never shown you. You stop to think if he realizes the face he's making at the moment, or what effect it's having on you cause, swear to god you have never been this close to snapping. You weren't planning on leaving, but this is trouble... If you were the president and you had some meeting with congress, you're 999% sure you would stay if he looked at you like that. You bite back a smile and shake your head, settling back into your seat, "No, just cleaning up", your voice is softer than you had intended, and you can't help the way your gaze lingers on his eyes when he nods and goes back to working. And to distract yourself from how you heart stuttered just now you bring out your laptop, to debug the code. 

What the fuck was that. 

It's already pitch black outside when Jake closes his laptop, you follow suit. 

"I'll stop by the 3D printing lab so I can get them in the morning" He says quietly, his eyes are teary from having looked at his screen for so long without breaks. 

"Let's just go together" You swing your backpack over your shoulders and grab your jacket. The two of you walk to the lab, you're strangely at a lack of words after almost being seduced to madness by his eyes and Jake notices. He bites his damn lip again, and you can see the gears turn in his head, clearly thinking of ways to start conversation. Watching Jake nervously spiral reminds you of a cute puppy who can't decide between kisses or cuddles, so you decide to speak instead. 

"I got a lot done, now all we have to do is assemble everything with the actuators, I might need to edit my code a bit, but you know it's a small fix" 

"Oh, I thought you were just going to do the wiring today" He says attentively as he fishes for his student ID to open the Lab, but you use yours instead since its already in your pocket. 

"Yeah I was planning to, but I couldn't just sit free while you worked on the model" 

Jake holds the door open, and you send him a thankful smile when you enter. It takes him a moment before he speaks again, but the whirring of the machine renders you near deaf while you search through the shelves for an available printers, so Jake walks over to speak. "You were done this entire time?", he sounds confused like he's face didn't plead you to stay (you weren't leaving anyways). "18A is available, ooh and it has the nice silver filament" you say absentmindedly as you walk over to the access terminal and reserve the printer. "You saw me pack everything up Jake", He inserts the SD card and starts the print up. "...I did. oh yeah" 

You shoot him a pointed laugh and he laughs awkwardly, stepping back as he observes the print initiate and brings two chairs so you can sit and look over the print to make sure nothing goes wrong. 

"Mhmm, and then you looked at me and begged me to stay" 

He rubs his face as replays the event from just a few hours ago like begging you to stay is a perfectly acceptable thing for him to do. 

"What!? I did not beg! I didn't even ask you to stay" 

Jakes accent comes out so thick that his words completely miss your ears and go straight to your core. How in hell's name can this dude be so adorable all the time, oh god you wish you could just eat him up. 

"You so did, with that look!" you argue, not letting how weak your knees felt in that moment go to waste, this is a confrontation that needs to happen if you want to cross any lines with Jake, which you really fucking do. 

He bites his lip and his brows furrow like he's thinking of all the expression he can make, and he can't think of a single one that could resemble anything akin to begging, You realize you're witnessing delusion to its full potential when you notice his frown only deepens when he comes to the conclusion that there are none that come to mind. 

"What look?" 

Your eyes are wide because you know you're about to expose both yourself and him, but you've weighed out the pros and cons, riling jake up and leaving him flustered is worth every bit of momentary embarrassment that is to possibly follow. 

"You looked at me with those puppy eyes and even your lips were pouty when you asked me if I was leaving, what is that if not pleading?" 

Jake stares at you like you've just said the most incredulous thing in the world, but you see that blush creep in from his ears to his cheeks... He's flustered, embarrassed even. 

Jake turns away to avoid your gaze and you see him drop to his knees and you're about to make some stupid comment about how he's overreacting but then you notice he's looking at the 3d printer. "The print failed" He says quietly, and you can tell he's silently thanking every god or spirit in the universe that just saved him right now, he takes the print plate off and airs it out. 

"Do you want me to look for another printer?" 

"No, I think the nozzle just got clogged, give me a minute" 

You nod and walk to grab the ethanol and paper towels they keep to clean the plates. and while Jake unplugs the nozzle you peel off the failed print and get to cleaning the plate. 

"You wouldn't happen to have a pair of long nose pliers, would you?" He asks sheepishly, as he turns to look at you, again with those puppy dog eyes. You quickly bring out your phone and snap a picture before reaching into you bag to bring out the pliers. 

"I do happen to have a pair of long nose pliers, they're never at the workshops" 

"I even have a strong pair of tweezers if you would prefer those" You say absentmindedly as you shift closer to Jake to watch him work on the printer, the tweezers in your hand when you squat down. 

"The tweezers would be better actually" Jake says as he returns the pliers to take the tweezers, "Be careful the nozzle temp reads really hot", You warn out of worry that his fingers are way too close to the nozzle. 

"Oh please, I've done this a million times, I won- OucH!" his hand jerks back and hits you in the shoulder, which in turn makes you lose your balance and you fall onto the floor from your squatting position. Jake looks at you in shock, and he searches through the million different ways to apologize to you, but instead you laugh at how silly he seemed just now. You cross your legs and pat him on the back, "You okay?" you brows are raised when you ask him the question, and he looks at his reddened knuckle. "Yeah, it's just a small burn. I hope it doesn't blister" he mumbles to himself as he goes back to the printer, but this puppy doesn't seem to be aware that he needs to cool his burn down for it to have a lower chance of blistering. And so you take his hand and blow on his knuckle. "Looks like you made a rookie mistake" 

Jake's hand is still in yours when you throw the witty remark at him, his mind is still processing your touch when you start blowing cooler air. He looks genuinely embarrassed, different from the kind he felt just before. and so you comfort him with a small smile as you keep blowing on his knuckle. 

"I guess I deserved that huh?" He says with a shy chuckle, to which you shake your head and playfully reply "No, I jinxed it." You're no longer blowing out any air, and his hand is still in yours. Jake’s gaze drops to your lips and then it’s like he catches himself shifting his gaze, so he just slowly separates himself from you and goes back to declogging the printer silently. 

This time the print seems to be running smoothly, so the two of you finally get to leave the university building. 

“haa, I almost forgot what fresh air felt like”  

Jake tilts his head to fully experience the cold torturous winter air. You let out a sigh, you tug your scarf a bit higher to filter out said air and shove your hands deep into your jacket pockets. “The air is too cold to be fresh”  

It’s already well past 10 pm on a Friday, all the clubs in the city on your way home are probably packed with people ready to get loose. So it seems the journey back home will be anything but peaceful, the two of you make casual conversation as you walk towards the final intersection leading to the city. 

“This is where I go” you point towards the road leading into the center and Jake stops in his tracks. “There?” 

“Mhmm, my apartment is in the center”  

You notice the way Jake contemplates the situation, his arm just stretched towards you as in to keep you in place. “I- I’ll walk you home” he offers, his voice is polite, but that little hint of worry is evident in the way his eyebrows furrow. 

“Oh- you don’t need to it’s just 6 minutes from here.”  

You try to turn him down, for no apparent reason other than not to bother him, it’s already so late and he’s been working for so long, his eyes are red from sitting in front of his screen the entire time and you kind of feel bad because he doesn’t need to be working this hard on your vision... it’s just a crack project. 

“Please, let me. That’s like right through the rowdy clubs, everyone’s probably pre gaming like crazy for the party at Uni” 

His calm words of worry make something in your chest constrict and flutter at the same time and before you can think of how to refuse his offer once again, you’re betrayed by your body. Your head nods and it’s like your tongue has a mind of its own when you hear the softest “okay” escape your mouth. 

“if you insist” 

Jake’s brows quirk and he nods with a smile and mumbles a “I do insist..” , as he falls into step with you. You can’t help but notice how the smile is plastered onto his lips, he looks down at you and chews on his bottom lip as if he’s making a conscious effort to calm his grin.  

“so... you live in the center?”  

“mhmm yes, it’s super close to Uni” 

The way his eyes are focused on you drives you crazy, why can’t he give your stupid heart a break. 

“It’s also super close to my place” 

“We could plan something casual, like a movie night or something...” 

The last of his words lilt into something shy yet playful as his grin only widens further. And in this moment, you are left wondering if you should lean into what his body language is implying and close whatever deal is going between the two of you, because god knows, you’re impatient as fuck. But you ultimately decide to let this drag on a bit further, you aren’t entirely sure if he likes you in the way he wants to date you or in the way he wants to sleep with you. 

“Are you really close, because everyone I have ever met is at least a 20-minute walk away”  

Your voice comes out a bit smaller than you had intended, but you keep that playful lilt. As to not seem disinterested, because you KNOW that you’re every bit interested in him as you possibly can. 

“Mhmm, I live in one of the apartments right by the port” 

“What! That’s so close. We can definitely plan something... In fact, why don’t you come over to my place to work on the collar. My flat mate's gone for an exchange semester, so I have the entire place to myself and I have an entire workstation set in the living room” 

“...if you want to that is” 

Fuck, you got too excited. In the one and a half years you’ve been here, you have never once met anyone who lives so conveniently close to you. Any visit to a friend's place calls for a walk so long that you always have to plan ahead.  

“Yeah, actually that would be nice. Jay’s been bugging me to tell him what we- you're working on. I’m starting to think he might just drop by to check on us in the labs one of these days” 

“You know, if you want to keep it a secret still” 

Wow. Cute, caring, polite, intelligent AND thoughtful, just how much more perfect can this boy get? Jungwon already mentioned it to one of his friends because he forgot you wanted to keep it a secret. 

“Woah, didn’t realize what we’re* working on would reveal Jay’s nosiness” 

“You say that like it was some big secret” Jake laughs. 

The two of you turn into the street to your apartment, your walk threatening to come to an end. 

“It was, for me. I thought he just liked listening in to the tea, I didn’t realize it was because he was just nosy” 

You stop by the step to your apartment building, unlocking the shabby door before climbing that one step to signal this is where your place is. “we’re here” 

You look down at Jake, the new difference in height making him seem even cuter. Jake glances at his watch before looking up at you. “Exactly 6 minutes” 

“Mhmm, I like to be precise. The clubs were strangely quite tonight, so you walked me all the way here for nothing” 

You mumble, trying to hold onto this moment for as long as you can. 

“It wasn’t for nothing, I enjoyed it. Jay said something about a party at Heesung’s dorm. They have like this huge meeting room that they use for parties. ” 

“oh okay, that makes sense” 

The warm light from your apartment entrance falls onto Jake’s face, and you notice just how red and tired his eyes look. You sling your back to your side and hope that you stuffed some of the miracle eyedrops you got in a multipack.  

“I also enjoyed our walk a lot. Rather-”” 

You hand him the eyedrops “eyedrops, they’re great” 

“-rather you living so close, and ALSO enjoying horror movies is actually making me so happy, I could kiss you right now. Mel and Jungwon, even my flat mate, all don’t enjoy horror movies, so I literally have no one to watch them with.” 

You notice the way Jake’s constantly tapping shoe stills when you turn to zip your backpack. You don’t even realize what you’ve said in your fit of pure happiness, completely oblivious to the way Jake’s heart is beating fast enough to power a whole city. You’re just looking back at Jake after having slung your backpack over both your shoulders when his voice reaches you, he sounds so small, so nervous yet so determined that you don’t even process what he’s talking about.  

“c-can’t you?” 

“huh- sorry?’ 

Jakes hands are shoved into his pockets, you see the fabric moving under the soft light... he’s fidgeting, 

“kiss me, I mean” 

HUH? Oh. 

You finally realize what brought this on, and you KNOW Jake knows that it’s just a figure of speech. It’s awe inducing, just how blatant Jake’s flirting can be. The constant change in dynamic is rather humbling when you’re the one on the end that’s being targeted.  

It sinks in, just how frozen you must be Because you hear Jake laugh awkwardly, he shakes his head and looks to the side. 

“ha- just forget it, I was being stupid. I’ll let you know when the prints are ready... I'm sorry- I'll see you, yeah?” 

His nervous rambling comes off as nothing short of an endearingly desperate attempt at covering up his embarrassment and god, how you love desperate. 

“Just that?” 

Your voice is just above a whisper, not wanting your words to be lost on Jake, his mind seems loud enough to even quite a sound louder than a thunderclap- 

“Huh- sorry?” 

-but it seems Jake’s mind, however deafeningly loud it may be is tuned to always let your voice through, and that alone is enough to make you regret what you’re about to do a little less, 

“The kiss, I mean” 

You lick your lips nervously, not entirely sure if whatever impulse Jake was going through has worn off. He stops completely, as still as the air on a warm summer night. You can practically see how his brain comes to a stop, and you can’t help the way your lip catches in-between your teeth as you keep the inevitable smirk at bay, it’s thrilling, this effect you seem to have on him. 

“Just the kiss, but that’s as far as it goes” You push once more, needing for his consciousness to be here with you right now. 

Jake finally manages to come back into his senses, and it’s almost automatic, the way he steps closer and his pretty pink lips part to make space for yours. And if that wasn’t invitation enough, an almost whimper-esque sigh escapes from his throat. 

“Fuck- please” 

He sounds so needy, so desperate to feel your lips on his just this once, his hands dig further into his pockets, afraid that he might not be able to let you go if he were to touch you. 

You bring your hand to cup half his jaw, and his cheeks are so uncharacteristically warm, hot even, for the way the winter air is beyond freezing, his hair is decorated with a sprinkling of snowflakes which glitter under the weak light.  

You guide him an inch closer and bend down to cover the rest of the distance and slot your cold lips in-between his. 

Jake shudders at the sensation. 

He lets out a quiet sigh as he closes his lips around your lower lip, savoring the delicious way your lip presses into his sensitive flesh. He waits patiently for you to push further. Which you, oh so willingly do. 

His body sways back so slightly because of how weak his knees feel right now. 

Your hand combs through his fluffy hair, like they’re searching for purchase. But this kiss is not to be escalated so you tug on his top lip with your teeth and let go with a soft lick to the underside of the muscle.  

Your lips part before your hand drops to your side, your heart is racing at a 100 kilometers an hour, and you can tell Jake isn’t too far behind because you can hear his heart beat, painfully. 

“I’ll see you then...” 

You trail off, the moment is overwhelming enough for you to think of nothing other than to escape it.  You gently shut the door and scurry up the stairs, rushing to get your flat keys before your legs give out, and you end up falling down all these stairs and grab onto Jake just to bring him upstairs. 

The mattress sinks when you fall onto it, the backpack thrown to the side of your door and your sanity somewhere in-between. “What the actual fuck just happened”, the words lost in the empty silence of your flat. Your heart hasn’t stopped racing and you wonder if Jake feels the same way... Jake-Fuck he has no business being as adorable as he is, all you can think about is trapping him and god- keeping him just to yourself. 

You wait for your heart to fully calm down before you pick your phone up, Mel’s back home with family and there’s no way in hell you’re telling Jungwon about this.  

{ did you get home safe?  {‘you sent an attachment’  {I’m not crazy, you do have puppy eyes 

You know that you did say that it would stop at a kiss, nothing more, but it seems Jake took it all a bit too seriously. It’s been 4 days since that night, and Jake hasn’t texted you anything more than short replies to your questions. 

To say that you’ve been distracted would be an understatement, your lectures felt like nothing more than just the professors going on about things you couldn’t be bothered about. Right now, you’re on your way to Jungwon’s place, the warmth of the sun is nice, but it feels a bit hotter than comfort under your puffer. 

“Hey you’re here” 

“yess, I am” 

You try to say enthusiastically, but your tone fails to come out so, instead there’s a hint of irritation under the frustration. You set your shoes by the rack and hang your jacket on the rack before turning to Jungwon and biting back a regretful smile. 

“...what’s up?” 

He sounds confused, usually there isn’t much going on that would call for such an expression. You drag him to the kitchen table and sit him down. 

“I kissed Jake- we kissed” 

“HUH?!” 

Jungwon’s face contorts into utter disbelief, he raises his hand to clutch his imaginary pearls as his gaze bores into yours, 

“We kissed, won... and now he’s ignoring me” 

“oh?” 

“Won please, I literally don’t know” 

You end up telling him everything, filtering out only the perverted thoughts you’d had. Jungwon leans back into his seat, still in some type of shock because of the situation you’ve found yourself in. 

“I mean if he likes me, shouldn’t he be happy we kissed??” 

The water in your glass ripples, when your arms land on the table as you sag in your chair. Jungwon is still sitting, silent as he fully processes everything you’ve just unloaded onto him. 

“I mean what did you text him about?” 

“First I asked if got home safe the night of, he said yes. Then i asked how the prints were, he said good. THEN I asked if he’d like to have lunch together at uni, and he said he’s busy” 

“Maybe, you should call him... and then take him up on the offer of watching a horror movie together” 

He suggests with a confused shrug. “I don't think I’ve seen Jake ever get with a girl, so I don’t know what his normal is” 

“Should I call him now?” You’ve already unlocked your phone and opened Jake’s contact. Just waiting for Jungwon encouragement so you don’t have to take full accountability if this ends up being a stupid thing to do. Jungwon nods and motions for you to go on, so you press the call button.  

The phone rings three times before Jake picks up. 

“Hello?Y/n?” 

Fuck- Jungwon signals for you to just get it all out, and so you: 

“Hey, Jake... umm I wanted to ask if you would maybe want to watch a movie tonight, it doesn’t need to be a horror movie?”  “Oh, I don’t think I can today... I have plans, with Jay”  “What about tomorrow, we can have dinner together, I think our classes end around the same time”  “I already have something planned with Jungwon then... Hey- listen, why don’t you just text me when you have the parts ready to assemble, I’ll come over and we can test it out?” 

Jungwon shakes his head, clearly unaware of whatever plans he has with Jake, but you choose not to mention this to Jake on the phone. 

“oh- yeah alright I’ll do that. Bye then...”  “Bye byee” 

You hang up and look up at Jungwon, his expression is almost resembling pity and you kick his foot. 

“Dude I do not have plans with Jake tomorrow” 

“Wonniee” You grumble and slump fully on the table, your fingers drum a constant rhythm on the wooden table as you process all the emotions you feel right now, anger, disappointment just to name a few. Fine, if this is how Jake wants it to be, this how it’ll be.  

Every system has a tolerance range. Push past it, and materials stop behaving like the equations say they should 

The actuators arrive exactly on time, on Friday. You pick up the package after your classes and go straight to soldering the pieces to the wires to the PCB. By the time you’re done it is already nightfall, the room smells like flux, so you let the window open. The air is so cold it instantly burns into you, and you leave the room to fix yourself a small dinner before going to bed. 

{ Hey.  { I soldered the actuators. They all work.  { Everything is ready to assemble.  Friday, 9:51 pm 

You turn your phone off and put it aside and go to sleep, not caring to check your phone to see if Jake has replied. 

The morning light filters straight onto your face through the curtain you forgot to fully roll down last night. The phone screen burns your eyes, you scroll to Jake’s message. 

[ that’s great  [ Do you want to do this today?  [ I can come by around 5  [ Does that work?  Friday, 10;02 pm  { Yeah sure, 5 works  Saturday, 11:36 am 

Your day has been relatively plain; you go for a walk after a simple breakfast, tidy up the place and get some studying done. 

5 PM comes by sooner than you had hoped, and like clockwork you hear a knock on your door. You move to open the door, and you see a Jake shyer than you’re used to. 

“Hey, you made it”  “Hello... Yeah I did, the weather’s really nice huh” 

You hold back the reflex to roll your eyes at his attempt to make casual conversation, but instead you guide him inside into the living room. 

“Here, all the parts are ready. Would you like something to drink... water, apple juice, tea, coffee?” You notice the awkward way Jake purses his lips and nods with his gaze stuck to the table, “Just water is fine” 

You leave the room when he starts to unpack, he takes the glass from your hand and mutters a small almost inaudible thanks once you return. You settle into the chair Infront of him and observe him work. He’s halfway through clipping the plates onto the motors when his gaze flickers up to your face for a moment. “Was it easy?” 

“Sorry?” 

“To solder the actuators, the wires seem like they move a lot” 

“oh- Yeah, you get used to it” 

“right-” he says with an awkward nod as he continues to assemble the parts, you bring out your laptop and Arduino to check the code one last time. “Okay, that should be all for the plates”  

When Jake finishes, you clip on the 9 volt battery to the Arduino, having uploaded the code already and clip it on the PCB. 

“I’ll go fetch the remote while you fit this into the case” 

You go to your room and get the remote you had forgot to bring earlier. If this works, this might be the last time you ever talk to Jake. Working with him was so fun and now it’s just suffocating, the playful banter reduced to nothing but need to be said words. But strangely enough you don’t regret the kiss, and you know you would do it again. It just felt so nice in that moment. 

The way your heart is beating right now feels heavy at best, you glance at the mirror and notice the way your face is about to fluster. Not in the shy way, but in the ‘shit I think I might cry way’ and so, you give yourself a moment to regain your composure before going back into the room. 

“Ready?”  You say in the most exciting voice you can manage, the remote pointed towards the collar. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be” And the way Jake sounds right now is so genuinely eager that it gets on your nerves. You mumble a quiet ‘okay’, before turning the collar on. The green light signals on and you start incrementing the actuators. And little by little they do press in, the collar works way too well than you had hoped it would, but Jake seems joyous, he’s smiling ear to ear and he looks back at you with the same expression he had looked at you when you accepted his offer to walk you home. 

You force a smile on your face and hand the remote over to Jake. “You have a go, test our creation out” 

He presses the buttons and watches in awe as the collar does exactly what it’s meant to do. 

“This is so fucking cool” 

You walk ahead and take a seat infront of him, the smile still plastered onto your face somehow. 

“Should we test it out?” you ask playfully, knowing full well you feel anything but playful right now. 

“We just did”  “no no, I mean. I’ll put it on”  You offer, biting down your lip the way Jake does when he bites back a smile, to manage your expressions. 

Jake tilts his head to make sure that you want to be the one wearing it and you just nod again, “I need to test out the user experience” 

“Yeah- I mean if you want to, let’s do it” 

Jake watches as you grab the collar and clip it around your throat, something about the action just doesn’t feel right but he shakes it off. He doesn’t know you that well, maybe you’re also into this. 

“m’kay, I’m ready” 

“hey, if you’re uncomfortable I can put it on” 

“No no, I’ll do it” 

You signal with a thumbs up and Jake nods “Okay, I’ll go slowly” 

The green light signals on, and then Jake presses the button to tighten the collar, the slight pressure feels comfortable, so you nod, “Keep going” 

The plastic of the plates feels a bit uncomfortable against your skin when Jake presses the button once again. “You good?” 

“Mhmm, keep going”  you mumble roughly, the pressure already bleeding into your ability to speak. Jake’s brows are furrowed when he looks at you, he looks cautious, afraid that he’ll hurt you. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying any second of it but he follows through. He presses the button once more, this time his thumbs falters and he ends up triggering thrice and you choke on your spit “-fuck” You croak roughly. An unsanded plastic edge digs into your skin, and you feel it bunch together and then it pierces through. “fuck ow” Your voice is so scratchy and uncomfortable that you flinch at the way it vibrates through your cut. Your mouth is hung open to breathe in as much air as you can and within seconds you’re tapping on the collar to signal Jake to stop. He quickly loosens the collar and rushes towards you to take it off. 

“Oh shit, fuck- god I’m so sorry” 

“It was a mistake” 

He almost tosses the collar onto the table as his hand comes up to cup your jaw and he kneels infront of you to get a better look at where the blood has started to drip from, he gently trails a hand to your cut to wipe away the blood. His eyes look so desperately apologetic that you don’t realize you’re staring into them, and in that moment everything from the past week that you’ve been bottling up floods over and in a state of complete overwhelm, your vision blurs.  

You can practically see the black of his pupils dilate in his brown irises as panic washes over him. Ah, you’re crying right now, Jake scurries to get a paper towel and dabs the tears away from your cheeks before deciding to use it for the blood instead. He holds your face steady as the tears fall slowly, his gaze constantly flickers from your cut to your eyes. 

“I-I’m so sorry, please don’t cry” 

“It hurts..” You mumble quietly, almost inaudible like you mean for just you to hear it and Jake just happens to hear it because of his proximity. The cut is fucking tiny, and you know damn well that’s not hy you’re crying. 

“Fuck Y/n I am so sorry, God please”  The bleeding stops and he focuses his attention to your face, both his thumbs wipe across your cheeks to collect your tears. It’s not like they’re running down, the tears very slowly drip from your eyes and trail down your cheeks.  

The way Jake looks at you is sheer pleading.  

He stays busy with wiping your tears and pleading apologies, so much so that he doesn’t realize how close he is to you, and how you can see even his eyes twitch in horror. 

“Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry. Fuck- please"  You bring your hands to replace his and wipe your own tears, Jake drops his hands to your lap as he sighs and shuts his eyes to keep his emotions at bay. He drops his head to your thigh, and  holds onto your leg like a lifeline. And God, does he fit like he’s meant to be there. 

“I didn’t mean to, please don’t cry” 

His desperation, flips some switch inside you and you let out a soft laugh, you must be even more down bad than Jake at this point. 

Your tears stop and you sniffle, reaching down to comb your hands through his hair as you feel his small tears wet your jeans. 

“Why are you crying Jake?” 

You can’t help the way you sound amused. Jake doesn’t seem to notice the change of tone and only grips onto your leg tighter. 

“I didn- I don’t want to hurt you” 

You laugh shamelessly this time, your voice echoes through the open living room, your hands in contrast card through Jake’s hair with such care and comfort that they only make Jake’s tears increase. 

“I’m not even crying because of the stupid cut, you ass” 

  You reason with a fake teasing tone, too fake to go by unnoticed, you can’t seem to take your emotions seriously in this moment, the whole situation is so funny. 

“I’m crying because you were being a jerk, you asked for a kiss in the sweetest way and just shut yourself out ” 

“You even lied about hanging out with Jungwon, you idiot” 

“Like- even if you didn’t want to be something more after the kiss you should’ve just told me... We could’ve been friends. But you were such an ass about it” 

You’re too immersed in your rant that you don’t notice the way Jake’s looking up at you with furrowed brows and a wet pout, like a fucking puppy. 

Jake seems to be utter shock at your unplanned confession, he nuzzles his nose against your hand on your lap to bring you to look down at him and when you do, he’s biting his lips. 

“I-I’m sorry for all of that”  “I just thought that the kiss was it, you know. I just regretted it so much that I couldn’t possibly face you properly afterwards” 

“I liked it so much, and I thought- fuck I'm so stupid. I thought when you said that’s as far is it’ll go, you meant like forever” 

He grabs both your hands to bring them to his cheeks, and he holds them there.  

“Fuck- I-I like you so much, I’ve liked you from the first semester, first I just thought you were pretty, and then I saw you with the fucking glasses and I couldn’t help thinking that I just want this woman to ruin me”  “God I’m so sorry. I like you so so much” 

“Jus-just don’t accept my confession now, not like this. I want to take you out, on a proper date. Please, can you let me do that?” 

If Jake wasn’t keeping your hands pressed to his cheeks right now, you’re sure they would’ve gone limp and dropped somewhere on your lap. The same applies to your tongue, you would’ve choked on it if you were lying flat on the ground. The way his eyes are so wide, and his brows are knit together in something that feels like pure fondness. And his lips, his pretty pretty lips under his pretty pretty nose, they’re stuck in-between a pout and a smile. God- you can’t help the way your mind wanders, and your palms itch to swat playfully at his cute cheekin the same way your mouth waters to lick down the lovely bridge of his nose. But obviously now is not the time to be thinking about this, so you nod. A small, calculated nod that Jake would only catch if he was watching you closely.  

“thankyou, god- thankyou so much” 

You feel the blood rush to both your core and your cheeks, Jake’s eyes flicker down to your cut.. 

“I-it’s bleeding again, do you have a first aid kit?” 

You flex your hands to make sure your body is in control of itself before nodding again, “Yeah, it’s in the bathroom”. You’re too focused on studying the way his face looks in this moment to really give a shit about the cut on your neck. Your eyes flicker to and fro every little feature on his face, from the way his top lip folds into the corner of his mouth to the slight eyebags under his gorgeous eyes. And you wonder if he’s been sleeping well. 

You’re only broken out of your daze when Jake stands up, likely to grab the kit but you mirror his movements and stand up before you can even think about doing anything, 

“I’ll come with” 

You mumble softly as you guide him to the bathroom and grab the kit off the top shelf. You open it, and Jake gently nudges you to the side. 

“Let me, baby” 

 Your back hits the closed door as you stare at him fish through the box to look for the iodine and bandages. You’re in awe with how smoothly that nickname slips off his tongue, like it was second nature... Like he’s called you that a million times in his mind, and it thrills you, the way you’ve plagued his mind without even trying. He turns around, his gaze flickers about your face before dropping to your neck, and he dabs away at the blood. 

“Baby? Thought you wanted to take me out before all that?” 

You tease, licking your lips as you look down at him, you notice the shy smile and the smug way he licks and bites down his lip. 

“I do... but I can call you baby, can’t I? Friends do that” 

You smirk at his cheeky tone, talking like he wasn’t just crying because you were crying moments ago. You place your hands on his shoulders and give him a light squeeze, he tilts his face up from his bent position and just stares at your face. 

“in that case, can’t friends do a lot more than just call each other by a nickname?” 

“Yeah?” 

“mhmm...” 

“Like what?” he says, letting out a soft whisper of a laugh as he straightens up, peering down to look at you. 

“Like, kiss”  Your suck your lips in to wet them and Jake’s gaze drops down to your mouth. He licks his own lips, eyes focused on your mouth and mouth alone, you can tell that he isn’t even aware of the fact that he’s leaning in. 

“Yeah, you want me to kiss you?” 

“you testing me right now?” your brow quirks. 

“no ma’am-” He leans close like he’s under some kind of spell, his lips brush against yours and he sighs  

“-never” 

his hands ache to hold you, and this time he doesn’t hold back. His arms wrap around your waist as he pushes his body closer. 

“good boy~” you coo, every syllable making your lips brush against his in a different way, and Jake breaks first. He leans in fully and kisses you. 

Really kisses you, not just like the soft press you two had shared previously, no, this time he kisses with hunger, his hands press you as close to him as they can while he absolutely devours your lips. Your hands trail up the sides of his neck and tug his hair to pull him closer. His teeth brush against your lips, his mouth opens to take your lips in even deeper, his tongue patiently waiting for your permission to enter. The way Jake tries to behave for you in this moment doesn’t just make you moan into the kiss but also has you clenching your thighs tight.  

You lick across his bottom lips and he whimpers against your lips and begins to prod his tongue int your mouth and he licks at your teeth and the underside of your lip. Your heart stutters at the way his kiss feels so gentle yet intense at the same time. You clutch his hair tighter and his parts, a whine escapes him throat and his gaze drops back to your cut. 

“Why won’t this stop bleeding” he mumbles to himself before diving down to your neck, his lips close around the cut and you feel his wet muscle lick at it before sucking on it. The way your cut stretches in his mouth has you dripping in your panties, he notices the way your grip on his locks tightens and he stops his ministrations to just lick at the cut. 

“You just cleaned it”  

Your voice is breathy, your gaze moves to mirror behind Jake, and you notice the way his body warps to wrap around you and hold you close, his broad shoulders stretched out. You see the small dimple on his neck move when he trails he wet kisses up to the corner of your mouth and you let your eyes close. “Spit has antibacterial properties” he mutters as he goes back to licking away all of the blood that drips down the cut. 

“You taste so good, so sweet”  His moan vibrates throughout your neck and it sends goosebumps trailing down your arms. 

“Bet you taste even sweeter between those legs” he whispers. 

Jake nuzzles his face into the junction of your neck and jaw and fucking whimpers at just the thought of it,- 

“Can I taste you please, f-friends do this. Please let me eat you out” 

He begs like you’re in control of his entire body. Your heart stops for a moment at the being given control over this sweet man. Jake licks a stripe up from the hollow of your throat to your lips. 

“Please  y/n, I’ll be so good” 

Jake’s hard on is pressing against your hip and his hands trail up and down your spine. 

“You’ll have to do better than that Jake.” 

You expect another whispered plea. INstead, he drops. 

The sight of him on his knees knocks the air from your lungs. He bends forwards an presses a kiss to your ankle, slow and deliberate. 

“please?” 

Your entire being shudders at how perfectly yours Jake has become, it drives you up a wall and stretches you out so thin that the strings of sanity that keep you composed all snap at the same time. And you bend over to pull on his hair, then petting it to smooth over the sting. Jake fucking moans at the feeling of his hair being tugged at and the way your nails dig into you his scalp for a second. His hands are clasped around calf as he looks up at you, hungry. 

You flick his forehead and let out a deep heavy breath. 

“Go ahead, eat me out like you do in your pervy dreams” 

Jake breaks at you permission and he starts pawing at your jeans as he fumbles them down, not even allowing you a second to step out of them as he sticks the lower half of his face at the apex of your panties. He breathes in your scent like a crazed dog and licks a stripe up your clothed heat all the way to your pelvis where the fabric of your panties come to an end. Jake holds your hips tight and presses his face against your stomach, the proximity of all of this drives him insane and he takes a minute to come back to his senses to some extent. He tucks his head under your shirt and licks at the junction of your hips and leg, nuzzling his nose into the hollow dip. 

“even your panties are so pretty” 

He mumbles, the words vibrate against your skin as Jake teases at the lace band. 

“Yeah? What else is pretty?” 

Even in this moment, you can’t help but tease him. He licks at the moist fabric of your panties. 

“You, fuck you’re so wet” 

You let out a low laugh to mask the way Jake’s actions are making you squirm, you have half the intention to just push him against the bathroom cabinet and force yourself onto him, but you let him have this, let him have you. 

Jake allows you a moment to step out of your pants, he reaches up and unlocks the door of the bathroom and when you stumble back he panics. He lunges forward on his knees to give you any amount of stability he can provide but you catch yourself.  

Now, you’re standing in your hallway, in nothing but your panties and your shirt and Jake’s kneeling Infront of you. 

“Shit sorry, I just.. needed more space” 

His voice is just as apologetic as the kisses he litters around the inside of your thighs.  

Jake tugs at your arms, bringing you to his knees Infront of him, he kissed your lips once, to cherish the flavor of your saliva and slowly pushes you down to lay on your back. 

“Please, I'm sorry, just this once” 

He mumbles an apology for taking y-- our control, as he finally brings your panties down and swings your legs over his shoulder. You see the way he shivers at the sight of you spread wide open Infront of him and he looks up at you for permission. 

The way the cold air hits your wet folds has you reeling, you bring a hand down to his hair to hold him steady and shake your head. 

Jakes entire body slumps but the heat in his eyes stays steady, his eyes flicker from your folds to your eyes and he stays put. 

“You’re so well behaved, like a fucking dog” 

He bites his lips at the way you seethe at him in your sweet tormenting tone, and he looks at you like a helpless puppy, he place another kiss on the inside your thigh, this time closer to your thigh as to not seem disobedient. 

Once his gaze is back on yours he scrunches his nose for a second before hovering forehead to litter your face with wet pecks and licks. 

“Arf…” 

He manages a weak whimper of a bark and fuck- if you weren’t dripping onto the floor already you are now. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your gaze darkens at the sight of how pathetic Jake will be for you. 

“You fucking dog, shit- go on baby, lick me nice like the good boy you are” 

You coo at him in a baby voice, mocking his pathetic action, though you know full well you’re just as pathetic for being turned on by all of this. 

Jake moans in relief at your permission and scurries back in between your legs, taking your legs over his shoulders once more, “Fuck you’re so perfect” 

His face lunges forward and he separates your dripping folds with his nose, which presses against your clit when his tongue comes out to lick across your opening and up your clit. 

“Fuck” 

You let out a breathy moan, completely taken by the way Jake focuses on you. Your legs shiver at the feeling of his wet muscle working its way through your folds, the constant stimulation of his nose against your clit makes your lips tremble and Jake tugs your hand down to intertwine it with his on your stomach. His other arm circles around the junction of your leg and locks you in place while he absolutely devours your heat. 

Jake moans into your pussy whenever it squeezes around nothing but the fleeting yet constant sensation of his tongue prodding at your entrance. He slurps up every bit of liquid and slobbers it back onto you, only to lick it back into his mouth to swallow it. The taste of you dripping down his throat, down the insides of him makes him shudder. He’s never felt so claimed, so marked, so taken. His nose nuzzles against your clit, tugging it to each side before he reaches up to suck on the nub. His tongue absolutely abuses your clit, and all of it feels like too much and not enough at the same time. You push his head down so that it’s again his nose that prods at your clit. 

“GOD, Jake-hngh you’re ha- fuck- doing so good” 

The pleasure is so exceedingly overwhelming that you can’t even find it in yourself to berate your lovely puppy, you just tighten your grip around his hand, your nails dig into his skin to the point of puncture. Jake whimpers at the feeling and finally pushes his tongue into you. 

“OH! FUCK! Mmph” 

At this point you can’t even control how loud you’re being cause fuck- Jake is too good at this, his fingers dig into your skin as he loses himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him. You’re so wet and so soft that he eats you like a year long addiction he’s been nurturing. You squeeze around him and he starts humping the ground subconsciously, looking for friction, just any kind of friction. But he doesn’t realize the way his body shakes for relief because he’s too focused on you. “Shit you taste so good, like fucking lemonade I don’t know god” 

He fucks his tongue into you and pulls it out only to replace his tongue with his fingers, and the stretch is amazing. “aunh, Jake Fuckkkngh-” 

His long fingers slowly dig their way into you and his tongue begins to swirl around your clit, licking and pressing, synced to the sounds you’re making. He moans at the way your expression changes when he curls his fingers inside you, feeling so drunk on your taste, he licks at all the cum that you squeeze around his fingers, savoring every drop like it's both a scarcity and a sanctity.  

He lays tongue flat as licks slow and steady up across your clit, his fingers fuck into you at a grueling pace and you bring your free hand to his head and pull at his hair, Jake’s movements hitch because of your gesture and he accidentally fucks his finger deeper into you and hits the sensitive spot behind your gummy walls. 

“Fuck” 

Your head falls back, hair spread in a halo on the ground and you begin to feel that familiar knot tie itself somewhere between your core and your stomach. 

“Fuck Jake I’m so close” 

You mutter, your words strained by the moans that are threatening to spill from your mouth.  

Jake’s groan reverberates through your clit to your core and quickens his pace, going feral at your clit, licking sucking, swirling with not sequence. His fingers hit your pleasure spot again and again as he fucks his fingers into you knuckle deep. Your juices coat his mouth and face and he can't seem to tell where his tongue ends and your folds begin. 

“F-fuck please, I want to make you cum, please can I- god, I need to y/n. want to make you cum” 

Your pussy clenches desperately around his fingers, but his pace remains unchanged. How is Jake so perfectly everything you’ve wanted. You push yourself onto his face. “Yeah? You want to make me feel good? Keep fucking going and make me cum” 

Jake goes crazy on your sex, so much so he forgets to breathe. He chokes and gasps for air whilst working to bring you to orgasm. And with that one final tug of his fingers and graze of his nose you feel the knot in your stomach begin to come undone, you tighten your legs around his head.  

“Im cumming Jake, fuck you’re making me cum like a goody boy fuckk!” 

The knot snaps and you feel your climax hit so deep into your soul that your sight is still hazy when your pussy spasms around Jake’s slowly moving fingers as aftermath of your orgasm. 

Jake whimpers pathetically as the pressure of your thighs near a crushing force and makes him spurt into his boxers, his humping comes to a halt as he shakes at the sensitivity followed by his own orgasm. His head falls onto your stomach and he kisses your hand infront him. 

“you’re so perfect” 

He mutters against your index. Your stomach sinks with every breath you let out as you come down from your high. 

“shit, why are you so good at this” 

You whisper, feeling the cold air leave goosebumps along your skin, Jake shudders at the sensation of your goosebumps pricking his skin and he holds you just a tad tighter to feel like yours. 

“dunno, j-just thought about making you feel good” 

You comb through Jake’s hair before tugging at it, a signal for him to face you. He obeys dutifully and comes to hover over you. To say that he looks dazed would be an understatement, he looks ruined like he wasn’t the one eating you out like a man crazed by hunger and desire. Your fingers caress his warmed cheek, the blush blossoming deeper with your touch. His lashes flutter as his eyes shut and he breathes in your air. 

“I-I'm sorry... I wanted to take you out on a date before all of this...” 

His voice is so quiet, a whisper quieter than the sound of a feather floating about, it’s like his words are meant for himself. 

“That’s fine, we don’t have to count this” 

His body gives in when you pull him closer by his shoulders, and he melts onto you. His face right beside yours on the floor, turned towards you. His wide shoulders trap you against the floor while his slender waist lays on top of you, his legs are intertwined with yours and you notice something wet touching the skin of your hips. 

“I don’t want that... I want this to count” 

His voice is shy and it pricks into your heart like the needles of a tattoo machine. Numbing and addictive. 

“Then we’ll count it...” 

The two of you lay in silence, in relaxing intimacy, his gaze is steady on you and your hand is focused on brushing through his hair. 

Jake shivers when you flex your hips, and you realize that the wetness on you is a wet spot, his wet spot. He came in his fucking pants while eating you out and you let out an exasperated sigh, your head turns toward the ceiling, so damn exhausted by the way Jake seems to get more and more endearingly adorable by the day. 

There is no way in hell this is safe for you. 

“I don’t have pants for you... or underwear to change into”  “Unless you want to put on my panties”  Even in this situation you can’t help the tease inside of you. You snicker at your own joke while Jake groans and rolls to lay beside you. His nose is scrunched up in mock irritation, he can’t help how your jokes or teases always has his heart beating a bit too fast for it not to be embarrassing to admit.  

“Ugh- Don’t tease me right now”  Jake reaches up to cover his flustered face with an exaggerated groan, you scurry to catch his hands before they reach his face, you’re half sitting beside him.  

“Okay I won’t”  Your hair cascades onto the floor right beside his face. Your smirk flusters Jake even more if that were possible and he turns to hide his face in your hair and you let out a laugh. 

“D’you want me to make a run to the store to get you a pair?” 

You offer with a voice far sweeter than you had meant to relay. His submission ignites an itch to care for him and you’re not strong enough to restrain yourself from scratching that itch. 

“you dont have to...” 

Jake mumbles shyly, you reach to caress his cheek to convince him to look at you just once again. 

Perhaps this is one of the many reasons why one falls in love. 

“Let me do that for you-” it’s not like you have any other choice 

But once you have fallen, there is nowhere to go but higher. 

You push yourself up when you notice Jake’s tiny nod, going to the bathroom briefly to clean and clothe yourself. 

“Extra towels are in the cabinet under the sink” 

Your boots are on , Jacket and scarf slung on and you look at Jake one last time, his back turned towards you from his sitting position. But you notice the way his face is trained to face you always and it makes you laugh, not in amusement, but in happiness. 

“Be back in 10” 

You’re lying in your bed, just contemplating your mind is still replaying the events. The way Jake seemed so malleable in the moment, so desperate, so polite. The way he had kept glancing towards you while he was putting on his shoes, gearing up for the cold, it does something so strange to your heart that even a flutter stands too short to describe it. 

It’s been 40 minutes since he left, and you can’t help but wonder what he could be doing right now, is he also as distracted in his thoughts as you are. 

{ Hey  { You get home safe?  Your phone buzzes almost instantly, somebody’s eager.  [  Yeah, like 30 minutes ago  { what are you up to?  [ lol  [ other than replaying everything that happened a few hours ago  [ nothing much  You curl your fingers around your phone, heart still fluttering from earlier.  { good to know it isn’t just me  [ there’s no way it could be just you  { so...  {about the collar  The typing bubble appears. Disappears. Appears again.  [ no way  [ we’re talking about the collar now??  { there isn’t a reason not to :)  [ ok..  {I was thinking that we can string the plates, scrap the actuators and just use a winding mechanism to tighten it  { it’ll be less bulky no?  { and it would be easier to sew a cover for the plates to lessen the risk of cuts  [ ...  [ that’s a good idea  [ I’ll let you know what motor we’ll need and get to designing the string storage mechanism..  { okk great  { I’ll get the motor from the labs, solder it, update the code  { and sew a cover  { could you also print another case for it, we don't need the extra space anymore so it can be thinner.  [ Copy that  [ I can have it done in two days  { great, I can manage that  { let’s finish it in two days then  [ Sunday sounds good  And then a pause..  { Jake  [yeah?  { when will you ask me out on that date?  Jake hesitates, nervous  [ can I do it now?  { go ahead  [ would you like to go on a wonderful dinner date with me  [ you get to dress nice  { yes, I would love that  [ how does Friday at 7 sound  { like music  { that’s a week from now  [ yup  [ I'll pick you upp  [ goodnightt  {night Jake 

It’s  Tuesday, the kitchen smells of pasta and garlic as you cook dinner. You’ve just returned from your Jake’s place. The meeting was delayed because there was some error in printing the new parts but now it was done, the project was completed. 

The encounter wasn’t as tense as before, the air was clear and now that even the project is out of the way it feels like the two of you have enough space to move forward and explore whatever dynamic is blossoming between you. But of course that new beginning was decided to commence on the date on Friday and so to respect Jake’s wishes you had left just ever the project was concluded. 

You sit down on your table, the same one the two of you had been sitting and working on a few days back when your phone buzzes. 

Jake. 

[ Hii  [ I know i said i wanted to take things a bit slow in the beginning, do it right with a date and all but.... that’s in like 5 days  [ and it just feels like a lot  [so... would you maybe want to come over for a horror movie, something casual yk  { right now?  [ yeah...  { I’m having dinner, it’s 8pm and you have lectures tmrw  [ i mean you can say no if you want to... but my lectures start at 12 so i have time.  { and this isn’t a date  [ no just a hang out i suppose  [ I want to do things correctly yk, with the date and everything but i also don’t want to stop myself from seeing you.  [ I like the time we spend together.. Like a lot  { I also like it a lot 

You tap your nails against the table, contemplating his offer. It sounds tempting, you’re tempted. 

[ i mean you can come over after your dinner  [ i was probably going to be up till 3 am anyways, so my sleep isn’t a problem.  { an hour  { I’ll be over in an hour  { pick out a movie I'll bring some popcorn 

You set your phone down, your heart is beating in a strange rhythm, and you eat your dinner faster than you’d like to admit, the plate only half eaten before you rush to pick out your clothes.  

You knock, once and then twice when you a hear a shuffling sound and Jake opens the door, everything about to movement seems so hurried that you can’t help but smile, 

“hey, you’re here.. Right on time” 

“Mhmm, I liked to be precise”  He steps aside to let you in, it feels a bit weird to be back in the same place twice in a day but also strangely comforting. 

“I brought the popcorn” 

You say as you hand him the two popcorn pouches from your purse. You shed out of your winter gear. 

“What movie do you have picked?” 

“The night house... we can pick something else if you’d like” 

You step closer to Jake after stepping out of your shoes, shooting him a pointed look.  

“no no, I’d like to see what you’ve picked” 

“Oh ok umm... I’ll go get these ready, you should get comfy on the sofa” 

He says as he walks towards the open kitchen, his words come out a bit too fast, something nervous but something rehearsed, like he’s thought about how this would play out and is acting accordingly. 

You notice the way Jake leans closer to the microwave when the popping of the kernels starts too slow, “you know they’ll stop popping when they’re done.” 

“Yeah... I just don’t want to risk them burning” 

“Ah you’re being very careful” 

“mhmm, you should sit, get comfy” 

There’s a blanket by the edge of the couch, something that wasn’t here in the morning and now you find yourself holding back all the playful comments you’d like to throw at him in this situation. 

“this blanket looks warm” 

“i-it get’s cold here” 

You settle by the armchair and pull the blanket over, Jake comes over shortly with a bowl of popcorn, he settles by the other arm of the three seater. 

“Ready? 

“yeah”  You can’t help but let your gaze linger on Jake’s face, something about his expression seems controlled, but you let it go and let him have the opportunity of control. 

The movie Jake chose is surprisingly pleasant, cinematic almost, however you can’t fully get behind how Jake’s being so rigid, the way you can see him try to be not be affected by the tense scenes. You can’t help that it bothers you. 

“For something casual” you murmur with your eyes still on the screen “you’re being way too formal”   

“I- um...” Jake hesitates, like you’ve hit the nail on the hammer for whatever he was overthinking. “to be honest, sudden changes scare me. I really don’t want to mess this up for the both of us” 

“you can’t mess this up Jake” 

“How can you be so sure?” 

“Move closer, then I’ll tell you” 

Jake shifts closer, sitting halfway into the middle seat, the blue light from the movie illuminates his face with an almost ethereal glow and you can’t help but reach forward to brush his cheek where the light is the brightest. 

“...because- you’re genuine and I like genuine more than anything else” 

“some pre-dating hand holding won’t ruin us”   

Jake’s cheeks warm under both your touch and your words. He lets out a deep, long breath and then you feel his hand creep closer to yours and you let him cover the distance by himself, slowly but surely Jake comes to hold your hand in his, and you get this urge to leave a bite on every limb of his, just so he could feel more secure around you. 

The movie gets intense slowly, the buildup is interestingly well written for a modern horror movie, and sometime along the play time Jake shifts even closer, his shoulder grazes yours, and he’s snuggled his way into the blanket you had on. It’s a shame how distracted you are by him because of how good the movie is, your gaze travels to Jake like it’s a reflex.  

And then the jumpscare hits. 

A shrill bang slices through the quiet, sudden and vioent enough to jolt you out of your daze. And you notice, Jake flinches hard, breath hitching, hand flying to his chest type of hard. His brows knit together instinctively, lips parting as a sharp inhale slips out before he can stop it. 

You blink, because you meant to laugh, but nothing was coming out. You always laugh when people get scared watching movies, it’s something you find to be the most amusing.  

His hands fly up to his mouth out of embarrassment. Jake glances at you through the side of his eyes hoping you hadn’t noticed, only to see you staring at him. You quickly guide your gaze back to the TV and try to make sense of what the fuck you’re feeling right now. 

But something in the way Jake reacts, perhaps its the way his composure fractures for just a second or maybe it’s the way his body betrays him before him mind can catch up or maybe it’s both, but it hits you low and sudden and warm 

Your fingers grips around his hand a bit tighter and your heart skips, there’s a strange heat that’s coiling within your stomach, and it’s so hot and uncomfortable that nothing about this seems funny anymore. 

You’re so fucked- 

“Pfft-” You manage to get something close to a laugh out, but it’s uneven, unintended. 

Jake groans and turns his face away immediately, his ears flush. 

“ugh- don’t laugh” he mumbles quietly as he watches the movie through his peripheral to avoid your gaze. 

You put on a smirk, your body still carrying that heat, 

“no promises~” 

You say playfully, your voice teasing. 

The movie comes to an end, and you didn’t laugh, not once. Nothing about the way the tension ripples through him is funny to you, if anything is funny it’s the way his reactions in turn ripple through you and nurtures the fire building inside of you. 

“that was a good movie” 

Jake says, reaching for the lamp by the sofa as he pauses the tv screen.  

“Y-yeah, it was pretty good, some shots were even cinematic. You’ve got good taste” 

“well I just googled it...” Jake says shyly, he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Then, you did a good job”  

You say plainly, your eyes are still on the tv screen before you turn to face Jake and the light from behind him illuminates him in such a way where you can see his reddened cheeks. 

“Thanks for having me over..” 

“no, Thanks for coming- wait, are you leaving” 

It’s way past 11 and the way Jake’s looking at you, like he’d do anything, even get on his knees to beg you to stay if you asked him, is not doing much to help the heat in between your legs. You squeeze your thighs, only noticing the movement after having done it and you nod at Jake. 

“I should, it’s pretty late, and you still have class tomorrow, you should get some sleep” 

You know there’s a 250 percent chance that you’ll pounce on him if you stay here even a moment longer. 

You thank god that the lamp’s light isn’t bright enough to cast a shadow on your side of the blanket, because you know Jake would’ve noticed your sweet discomfort in any other situation. You squeeze his hand. 

“hmm? Yeah, I guess it is pretty late” 

Jake peers out the window too notice the sky pitch black and then he looks back at you. He raises your hand to rest above the blanket, within his sights and he focuses his gaze on the way your fingers are intertwined between his longer and thicker ones. 

“I’ll walk you home.. It's pretty dark.” 

“It’s only 7 ish minutes” 

“All the more reason too, I could use a short walk” 

There’s not much else you can say to shy away from the walk other than the truth, which you, in no way in hell, were going to tell him now when he’s dead set on not escalating anything. So, you nod and squeeze his hand once again. 

“Okay then, I just need to use the restroom, and then we can leave” 

“It’s really cold out” Jake says with a small shiver, his nose is flushed by the cold and you’re sure yours is too. 

“Mm’yeah- I’m just glad it isn’t windy” 

You fall into step beside him, the streetlights paint everything in soft warmth and the snow collects along the edge of the sidewalk, some frost scattered here and there. Jake shifts closer, close enough for your shoulders to brush as you walk.  

The heat in your stomach feels excruciating, and Jake isn’t helping at all. You shove your hands deeper in your pocket, trying to ignore it, the cold air should’ve killed it by now but instead it’s sharper. More present. 

Jake clears his throat, “are you warm enough”. A faint puff of white air leaves his mouth, his hands tucked into his pockets. 

“mhmm, quite warm actually.” 

“why, you cold?” you ask absentmindedly, too focused on the street up ahead. 

Jake brings his gloved hands out of his pockets and squeezes them. 

“Mhmm, my hands are a bit cold” 

He comments quietly. Your boots crunch against the frost when a whole crowd of pedestrians step on the sidewalk, walking apposite towards you, there isn’t any space for them to cross comfortably and Jake notices as well. 

“I’ll step off the curb for a moment” 

He mumbles. 

The noisy crowd deafens both the “stay, you don’t need to” you had said out for him and the ring of the bicycle bell that dings just a few meters behind him. But you hear it and you quicky pull him up to the sidewalk again, the bike wooshes past him. 

Your grip on his coat is rough and your eyes are widened, firm. 

“stay” 

Your voice comes out stern, so authoritative that Jake stuns in front of you. The crowd passes by stepping off the sidewalk and once they’re gone you realize how your words must’ve sounded. 

“fuck- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound so mean” you manage an apology as you loosen your grip around his jacket collar and drop your hands to your side. “It’s just the bike was coming from behind-” 

“No” Jake interrupts, body still frozen in place, his hurried tone makes you furrow your brows in confusion and you look at him, forgetting to soften your gaze, “No?” 

The white air puffs around Jake’s mouth once more as he let’s out a sigh, but this one is audible and it makes your clench. 

He hesitates, searching for his words for a moment too long and now he’s flushed fully, his are warm now. 

“I- um” he mumbles in a panic “no, I- you don’t need to apologize... is what I meant” 

You blink at him, caught off guard by the way his words stumble out breathlessly. Your gaze finally softens, his gaze flickers to the sidewalk and then back to you, you notice how his lip is caught between his teeth. 

“You’re... sure?”  You ask softer this time, but your voice still carries that sternness from before. 

Jake swallows, you notices his adam’s apple bob and the way his mouth opens without hesitation. “Yeah- no, no I mean yeah I liked it. What! No I don- fuck" 

His nervous chaotic rambling trails off as he trains his gaze onto the ground. He lets out a quiet strangled laugh and covers his face with his hands before looks up at you. 

And fuck, is it doing things to you. The heat in between your legs is annoying and you squirm before the warmth spreads to your heart and then your cheeks. You whip your head to the side and press against your temples. Jake is annoying right now, how dare he be so provocative when you’re already grasping at strings to keep your control. You let out an exasperated sigh and turn back to him. 

“You’re meant to behave”  

You say in a casual tone, not wanting to observe any other reaction Jake might have to your sternness, you pat Jakes shoulders . He looks at you with a pained expression “I want to... behave for you” 

“Then stop being so damn needy” 

You huff, stepping back into a walk ahead of Jake and he hurries to your side and nods quietly. Friday cannot come by soon enough. 

The sidewalk stretches ahead, snow crunching beneath both your boots, and he stays right beside you where you had told him to be. 

You step onto the singular stair in front of the entry door to your apartment and turn back to look down at Jake, the moment giving you deja vu. 

“I’ll see you on Friday then, text me when you get home” 

He mumbles quietly, his eyes gleaming up at you at just the thought of seeing you again. 

“I'm already home silly, I’m supposed to say that” 

You joke as you unlock the door and hold it open with your foot, 

“I know, text me still. I’ll text you too... if you want” 

You smirk because of the way he’s being, like he wants to regain control over on the situation- no himself. You nod and mumble a small okay 

“Jake” You call out as his gaze wanders for a second. 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t be late” 

“I won’t” 

He looks so cute, so delicious and you think back to all the times he’s tormented you today, this uncomfortable heat stirring inside you untouched because of his wishes. So, you decide it’s only your right you get back at him. 

“Jake” 

“hmm?” 

 His voice is smaller than before. He's nervous. 

You lean him and he still, and then let’s out a whimper when your lips touch his cheek, you leave a lingering kiss just under his cheekbone before trailing further up to his ear. “Just you wait for the date, I’m going to ruin you” 

You mutter the words with grit in your voice, but they come off soft, gentle, teasing and Jake shudders, his lips parted in surprise.  

“Stay warm, I’ll see you” 

You close the door behind you before he can even manage to think of a reply. 

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[jakesimnophilia]

TEASER: Wired for Obedience

Pairing: HotNerd!sub!Jake x HotNerd!dom!freader.

Genres: Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, University au, comedy, smut, like super filthy smut.

Current wc: 6.2k

Expected wc: 10-12k

updated current wc: 18k updated expected wc: 20-25k (yes ik)

Warnings (MDNI 18+ only) : Choking, A LOT of choking, Shoe Kink, Reader steps on Jake, Dacryphilia, Face sitting, Praise, So so much praise, Pet Play, Barking, Food, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Begging, tickle torture(just a little bit), Collar and Leash, p in v, Riding, BDSM, S&M, Jake says the safe word(it isn't too bad), Reader is Gentle-ish?, Teasing, Slight scratching, Some Engineering Vocab. Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, use of pup puppy & good boy, Aftercare, Jake gets kicked in the balls(he likes it).

Notes: Jake is studying Mechatronics, Jay & Bff!Jungwon are studying Mechanical engineering and Reader is studying Electronic Engineering. Reader is actually very caring and attentive, everything is consensual and safe(and fictional).

Synopsis: It's post exam period and you've had a vision, of a remote control tightening collar, and as an engineering student you make it your mission to make it happen. But there's one problem, you're studying electronic engineering, you have no idea how to model and design the mechanical part of the collar... and your only friend in mechanical engineering, Jungwon won't help. So you do the only thing you can, you put up an ad, looking for people well versed in CAD to help you bring your vision to life.

Little did you know that Jake's been crushing on you since first semester, and the only reason he hasn't approached you is because there's been no reason to. When Jungwon tells him you're looking for help it's like the stars align and Jake jumps at the opportunity to get close to you.

Sometime along working on the project and late night texts, Jake realizes he enjoys your teasing more than he should, and you realize you really, Really, REALLY like getting a reaction out of him. One thing leads to another and you find out Jake used to find you scary, but that's good, Jake likes scary.

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an update on the fic: it's taking longer than I had expected, it's at 18k words now!! and it's definitely going to be longer than that, so expect at most another week. Thankyou for all the notes and i can't wait to get this piece to you guyss(It's turning out to be more emotional than i thought) to those who commented pls don't forget to follow to be added in the taglist.

[jakesimnophilia]

TEASER: Wired for Obedience

Pairing: HotNerd!sub!Jake x HotNerd!dom!freader.

Genres: Romance, Strangers to friends to lovers, University au, comedy, smut, like super filthy smut.

Current wc: 6.2k

Expected wc: 10-12k

updated current wc: 18k updated expected wc: 20-25k (yes ik)

Warnings (MDNI 18+ only) : Choking, A LOT of choking, Shoe Kink, Reader steps on Jake, Dacryphilia, Face sitting, Praise, So so much praise, Pet Play, Barking, Food, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Begging, tickle torture(just a little bit), Collar and Leash, p in v, Riding, BDSM, S&M, Jake says the safe word(it isn't too bad), Reader is Gentle-ish?, Teasing, Slight scratching, Some Engineering Vocab. Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, use of pup puppy & good boy, Aftercare, Jake gets kicked in the balls(he likes it).

Notes: Jake is studying Mechatronics, Jay & Bff!Jungwon are studying Mechanical engineering and Reader is studying Electronic Engineering. Reader is actually very caring and attentive, everything is consensual and safe(and fictional).

Synopsis: It's post exam period and you've had a vision, of a remote control tightening collar, and as an engineering student you make it your mission to make it happen. But there's one problem, you're studying electronic engineering, you have no idea how to model and design the mechanical part of the collar... and your only friend in mechanical engineering, Jungwon won't help. So you do the only thing you can, you put up an ad, looking for people well versed in CAD to help you bring your vision to life.

Little did you know that Jake's been crushing on you since first semester, and the only reason he hasn't approached you is because there's been no reason to. When Jungwon tells him you're looking for help it's like the stars align and Jake jumps at the opportunity to get close to you.

Sometime along working on the project and late night texts, Jake realizes he enjoys your teasing more than he should, and you realize you really, Really, REALLY like getting a reaction out of him. One thing leads to another and you find out Jake used to find you scary, but that's good, Jake likes scary.

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INTRODUCTION

Hello everyone, i've been on tumblr for quite a few years, absolutely devouring the beautiful kpop fanfics here and I have finally decided to write a few of my own.

For fellow authors & readers: I have spent my time here as a reader and a reader only, so I am still learning how to create and share. I would love Love LOVE for some mutuals and/or some guidance on how you have made this site work for you.

I already have my asks/requests open. Since the fic i am working on at the moment (teaser soon) is going to be very long, I would love to take on some short requests. [read below for more info]

I am most comfortable writing for Enhypen, The Boyz, and TxT but I can be open to more groups (just ask!).

I do not write for ship pairings, strictly idol x reader.

Be as freaky as you'd like, i support all kinds of freak (pls no incest or pure evil). I am a dom!reader enthusiast at heart but I enjoy all dynamics.

Thank you for reading through my introductions, and thank you even more if you're about to talk to me. Regards