— genre romance, ex's brother, forbidden relationship, frat au word count 1.6K pairing non-idol!jake x fem reader (ft. ex!jay) warnings profanity, kissing, suggestive content author’s note IDK HOW TO WRITE KISSING SCENES CRINGE but uh. yeah this was based off this jake post bc this clip is insane for real. might do a part two tbh 0.o
“YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T BE IN HERE, RIGHT?” Jake spoke lazily, his gaze fixed on his computer. He didn’t spare you a glance as you stood under his doorframe, the shadow of your figure all he could see in the dim light of his room.
The loud music from downstairs had blurred into muffled chaos, the party energy losing its momentum at the second story. The frat house never slept, especially not with the infamous Park Jongseong, or Jay, as its president. Parties had become second nature for everyone who lived there, the energy of Greek life too overwhelming to lose to.
Jongseong was revered in college, considered a king whenever the situation required any kind of function– the Party Monster, trademarked by die-hard The Weeknd fan Heeseung, but you knew better than to praise him.
Sure, he could throw a mean rager with ease, but that was all he had.
Because when push came to shove, Jay was a complete asshole.
He was evil, beyond what words could say. He had no regard for anyone but himself, he threw girls around like fucking trading cards, and he seriously, truly swore by alpha male podcasts as a source of motivation.
You never let yourself dwell much on the fact that you had given Jay a chance, or that you really had faith that he would change for you, but Jay was gone past any possibility of redemption, and he played in your face before you could see it coming.
You hated him, with everything you had. There was nothing you wished for more than to never see his face again.
To others, it looked hypocritical of you to continue to attend Jay’s frat parties despite your hatred for him, but what they didn’t know was that you weren’t there for him. Shit, you weren’t even there for the party.
You weren’t sure how it started, but a year ago, at a party just like this, you’d met the man who would sweep you off your feet like Jay never could.
Jake Sim, the love of your life and, unfortunately, your ex’s younger brother.
You often wondered how exactly a guy as perfect as Jake could have a brother as twisted and demented as Jongseong, how one could grow up with the literal devil on their shoulder and still come out an angel.
Jake was a breath of fresh air, a distraction, a kind of escapism you couldn’t get enough of if you tried. He made you feel heard, feel seen, and most of all, he made you feel loved.
Jake had known of you casually, from both parties and whatever he’d heard from his brother. He’d been just as surprised at Jay’s actions as you were, fully convinced that you were his one before your relationship went to shit. After your breakup with Jay, Jake had come by your sorority house to apologize on behalf of his brother, and from that moment sprouted a relationship that would change your life in the best way possible.
Jake was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend, but the two of you moved strictly in secret.
You couldn’t go public, at least not for a while, for both your wellbeing and Jake’s overall safety in the frat house. The mere thought of Jay finding out that his brother and his ex had gotten together behind his back was enough to send shivers up your spine.
It was the default fix, the mutual agreement you and Jake had come to when you defined your relationship.
You would keep the relationship away from the public. You would keep Jake from getting smothered in his sleep, and Jake would keep Jay from going completely mental.
He’d never tell you this, but, despite all of Jay’s shortcomings as a boyfriend, you had been his first and only girlfriend, and Jake knew that he wouldn’t have stuck around as he did if he didn’t at least have some feelings for you. Dickhead tendencies aside, he did love his brother, and though he couldn’t control his own heart, he figured that he’d try and preserve Jay’s for as long as he could.
It wasn’t always easy, lying to Jay. There were moments of dread, nightmares about the day his brother would realize what was happening. There were times where Jake would have to turn down put-ons from Jay, and insist that he simply “wasn’t looking for love.”
There was guilt for a while, but he got over it quickly. Jake had better things to worry about.
Like you, at his door instead of at the party downstairs, in a dress that is entirely too dangerous for his heart, waiting for him to acknowledge you.
“I gotta tell you, Jake,” you pushed yourself off of the doorframe, kicking your heels off and making your way towards him, “I’m way too tired to care about people seeing me, and I’m sure they won’t anyway.”
You kneeled on the mattress on one knee, leaning forward and taking Jake’s chin in your hand. His heart was quick to stutter, his calm facade beginning to shatter under your hold. Jake would always have a weakness for you, no matter how collected he pretended to be.
His eyes widened slightly despite himself as you gently pulled him closer, your face closing the distance between you two. Jake’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked down, suddenly fixed on your lips and how close they were to his. Your lips brushed lightly against each other, enough to feel the slightest hint of a kiss, but not nearly enough to satisfy anyone properly.
All it took was one nudge, the slightest movement for his lips to touch yours, and he wanted it, he wanted it so bad, but Jake liked to tease.
He wouldn’t give it to you, even though his heart screamed at him to let go.
Your voice was a whisper as you exhaled against his lips, “I missed you.”
And just as you leaned in, your eyes shutting as your hand shifted to Jake’s cheek–
“Not yet.”
He pulled away, turning his head to the side before you could get to him. You gasped lightly, and Jake smirked. A smug, knowing smirk that was a painful reminder of his relation to Jay. He looked back at you, his eyes low and dark with a want that nearly made you shiver.
He eyed you from the face down, before returning to your eyes and taunting, “Say please.”
You were completely gone, consumed by the explosive need for Jake’s touch that bubbled in your chest, his lips so beautiful and tantalizing that your thoughts had been reduced to nothing more than raw desire.
You breathed out, “Please.”
“Again.”
“Please.”
“Like you mean it.”
“Jake, please, just let me–”
“Beg for it.”
You were at your wit’s end, your voice reaching a pathetically whiny pitch that only Jake could bring out of you. You were falling apart, and he hadn’t even touched you.
“Jake, I need you to kiss me, I’m begging.”
He paused. Looked around as if to think about whether or not he approved your pleas. He hummed in disappointment.
“It could use some work.”
“God!” You cried out. You’d completely given up on waiting, on Jake’s games, the need for satisfaction clawing at you uncontrollably. Your hands grabbed Jake’s head, and you smashed his lips onto yours.
As if a switch flipped, the both of you immediately began moving frantically against one another, leaning in as if you’d wanted to melt into one person.
The kiss was hungry, charged with the fervor that came from restraint– it was desperation, the way your lips moved against each other. You were quick to sigh into the kiss, your mouth rough and feverish as you leaned further into Jake.
Despite his teasing, the moment you brought their lips together sent a shock of pleasure through his whole body, exiting from his mouth through a groan that made you dizzy with pleasure. You threw your other leg onto the bed and over Jake’s lap, straddling him as he held your waist in his hands.
“So impatient,” he chuckled against your lips, and you could feel his smirk through the kiss.
“Oh, shut up.” Your hands moved with minds of their own– up and down his chest, playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, going up and settling in Jake’s hair. You grabbed at two chunks of hair and lightly tugged at it, Jake gasping at the sensation just enough for you to deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth as your body curved into his.
There was something about the way Jake made you feel that would never be topped, the satisfaction he gave you beyond anything you’d ever experienced that made you cherish him even more.
Even through the most heated moments, you can still feel the love and deliberation in his movements, through the way he handled you.
You could tell that he loved you, and you always made sure to return the favor tenfold.
Jake’s lips began to travel down your neck, leaving wet kisses everywhere from the tip of your jaw down to your collarbone. You sighed, eyes closed as your hands played in his hair.
He whispered against your shoulder, “I love you,” and looked up from where he was.
You looked down at him, and you swore it that your heart would stop one day because of him. His eyes were lazy and filled with need, yet so desperate that it brought about a complicated feeling you purposely chose not to put a name to.
You grinned at the sight of him looking up at you, and leaned your head forward until your forehead connected with his. “I love you, too, Jake.”
He mirrored your smile, giggling to himself before leaning in for another kiss and–
It was so sudden.
A glass bottle of beer, now shattered, spilling, and long forgotten on the floor.
A whisper so quiet and choked that the loud panting in the room nearly overpowered it.
“Jake?”
You and Jake flew off of each other, looking at the door with wide eyes.
