Like a Fever | Sim Jaeyun ˖ ࣪⭑
synposis: IN WHICH Jake has loved reader for years — and has just now decided to do something about it.
warning: 18+, mdni
authors note: hii this is my first fic on here !!! this is also really really short and mostly just smut with a tiny bit of plot cause i was lazy ..
Jake loved you.
He wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure how it began. But as long as he had known life, he had known you — and he loved you. That he knew.
Perhaps it was the only thing he knew.
The rhythmic pat of his foot against the hardwood floor of his bedroom filled the air, matching the knock of his fist against the table. His eyes locked onto a polaroid he had taped onto his wall. Of you, smiling as you held a puppy that belonged to one of your friends.
Jake bit his lower lip, rolling his head against the back of his chair. You made him feel like he had a fever, constantly, with the amount of need he felt.
Oops. Not need.
He couldn't. He couldn't.
You were supposed to come to his apartment any minute now, and would send him a text when you arrived at his apartment complex.
He was eager. Too eager. He felt like a desperate puppy waiting for its owner. He had told himself over the years, as he got older, that you were only a friend. Despite changing clothes in front of one another, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling... you were still just friends. He was sure you'd want to keep it that way, so he'd never made any moves.
And he wasn't planning on doing so.
Snapping him out of his thoughts was the sound of a notification on his phone. And your name — with two hearts alongside it.
'i'm coming upstairs', it read. Jake sat up immediately, on a mission to go to the front door of his apartment. For you.
You already owned keys to his apartment, so you were able to open the door by yourself, meeting his dark, pretty puppy eyes as he stared back at you.
"Hey..?" You hummed, putting your purse on the ground momentarily as you kicked your shoes off.
"Hey. You hungry?" He asked quickly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Very." You sighed, beginning to tell a story about your day and how 'incompetent' your coworkers had been. He knew you, so he was already across the apartment in the kitchen making ramen. One for you, one for him.
"I cleaned the couch." Jake stated as you finished your story. Last time you had been at his place, you complained at the crumbs you found everywhere. He didn't want you to complain again, so the next morning he spent his waking hours cleaning every inch.
"Oh. Good. Thanks." You responded, placing your purse and sitting on the (now clean) couch. You reached for the remote as Jake stirred some ramen in a pot. He wasn't the best cook, but he could make a mean ramen.
You reached for the remote, turning on Netflix and pressing the first K-Drama you see, a show called 'Bloodhounds'.
Jake eventually finished your ramen, and now the two of you were eating as it slowly got dark. Well — you were eating. He was just looking at you eat.
"Eat." You insisted mid-bite, pushing him by the arm. He looked like he was in a trance.
"Sorry. I was thinkin'." He muttered, turning away and picking up his chopsticks.
"About?"
"Huh?"
"What were you think about?"
"Oh. You know... work."
"Boring."
The hours passed, and now the two of you had moved on to a different film, one Jake had picked out while you were in the bathroom. You weren't sure what the title of it was, but it seemed interesting enough. You were laying in his arms as he leaned back on the couch, his head resting on the armrest.
"Mmph." He grumbled, adjusting himself a little bit.
"Stop moving." You complained, hitting him lightly with the remote on his leg.
His leg twitched.
"My head hurts." He practically whined.
"What?" You mumbled. "What happened?"
"I dunno. Just hurts."
You moved to sit up, but he insisted on dragging you back down. "Don't get up."
Was he hiding a boner or something?
"Why?"
"Just don't."
"But your head hurts."
"No."
"What? You just said-"
"Not anymore." He muttered firmly, his arms wrapping around you as you settled back down. His hand intertwined with yours, rubbing small patterns on your palm.
As hours passed, Jake became somewhat needy. And it was scaring him — how much he was gazing at you, how much he felt himself folding under no pressure. Every time you moved, he twitched.
Everywhere.
You could've sworn you heard him whine your name when you got up to get water.
"I'm thirsty." You protested, escaping his tight hold to walk towards the kitchen.
"Me, too." He groaned.
"You want some water?"
"..Nah."
You sent him a pointed, irritated look, to which he just let his head fall back, eyes half-lidded.
Fuck.
You were scared to go back, but you did, Jake greeting you with wide arms.
"You were gone for too long."
"Too long?" You huffed. "I was gone for a minute."
"Too long.." He muttered, his hands rolling up and down your back.
"..Jake." You whispered, your eyes refusing to move from the TV screen to him.
"What?" He answered innocently, biting his lower lip as he continued to stroke your back almost tauntingly.
"....Jake." You repeated, slower.
He repeated your name back to you, in the neediest tone imaginable.
You groaned, feeling the need to give in. So you just let him — let him touch you. Let his hands run across your body.
You felt his lips press against your neck, still as you sat on his lap, your back against his chest.
Jake's lips were soft. Just like you had imagined them. He placed small kisses, and you could feel his thoughts running miles. You knew how he was. So you gave him confirmation, steadily moving your right hand backwards to press his neck down a little harder.
He took the hint, leaving larger kisses, his tongue slipping out. You whimpered. You were so done for — especially when his hips snapped, pressing upwards. You could feel his strength, how you were so close to floating.
"You wanna-?" He started, gasping.
"Mhm." You said quickly, and he sat up immediately, one arm still wrapped around your waist so you wouldn't fall off. He took the remote, turning off the movie quickly before flipping you around to straddle him.
He searched your eyes before kissing you. Hard.
He didn't need to speak. He'd do that later. Right now, all he wanted to focus on was you.
Jake's hands reached underneath your thighs, letting your legs wrap around him as he continued to kiss you.
"I love you." He groaned between kisses as your hands landed on his chest. You didn't respond — not yet.
"Bedroom?" You questioned instead, softly.
"Fuck yeah."
He picked you up swiftly, walking over to his bedroom while still kissing you viciously. Like if he stopped, you would disappear.
Your back fell against the bed as he crawled on top of you, two hands on the side of your head, his hair still managing to look perfect as he continued kissing you. He let out a string of curses in Korean, taking his shirt off. It was something he'd done in front of you a million times before, but this time around it was different.
This time, he had a purpose. A real one — one worth noticing.
Your eyes dragged down to his abs.
"Mm, my eyes are up here, baby." He grunted, leaning towards you.
"I hate you." You whined.
"No, you don't."
"No, I don't."
Jake smiled, moving backwards at that, his hands crawling down to the waistband of his sweats. That made you whimper.
He didn't take them off, just teased. Staring at you as he rubbed himself through his pants.
"Jaeyun." You whined.
"Louder."
You groaned, hitting your leg against the bed, annoyed. "Jaeyun."
"Good. You wanna take them off for me?"
"No."
"Why not?" He pouted.
"I wanna watch."
Jake rolled his eyes, but obliged. You knew he would. He always did. He peeled his layers off, and then crawled back to you, who was fully clothed.
"Ain't fair." He grumbled, moving to pull your shorts down. And when he was met with black lace panties, he broke, his hungry eyes looking back up at you. You were flushed.
That's all he needed.
His large hands worked quickly, ripping the shorts off and throwing them onto the floor. He pulled your panties to the side, two of his fingers slipping against your clit as his mouth dragged open. A moan left your mouth as he moved his fingers faster — expertly.
"Shit, baby." He grunted, his mouth still open and looking down at the mess you two were making. "I need you."
"Then, have me." You whispered as his fingers pressed harder.
"Hm? Speak up."
"Have me."
A grin took over his face, and he pulled his fingers out, licking them quickly before getting back to you. He pulled your shirt off, seemingly just for comfort, because he didn't do anything to your upper body. Just stared as his hand wrapped around his twitching cock.
He wanted to tease, to drag this out as long as he could, but he couldn't. Not when you looked like that.
He lined himself up against your entrance, not providing a warning, his tip slipping into you, followed by more of his length and moans from the two of you.
"Fuck, Jake." You whined as he enabled a quicker pace, his hips moving against yours urgently.
"I need to-" He whimpered.
You placed a hand on his mouth, but he didn't let you shut him up completely, instead letting you sink your thumb beneath his lips. He kept thrusting, and he looked like he was going to cry. For what, you weren't sure.
"I need you to marry me. I need us to have children. I need us to have a house. I need-" He rambled mindlessly as he continued fucking you, his head going cloudy. He couldn't think properly, and certainly couldn't speak properly. "It's all I want. Please, baby. Please-"
"Jake." You moaned. This was too much. He was too much. But he was perfect.
He just kept speaking, chasing his high. And then he felt you clench against him as he found the place in you that your lovers barely every found. He perked up, like a switch had been flipped. Instead of focusing on himself, he moved deeper, faster, dragging a hand against your thighs as he continued rocking his hips.
"Cum."
It was almost an order. In a way, it was. He didn't want this, he needed this. Needed to know you loved this as much as he loved this — as much as he loved you.
"Please."
And just like that, you followed his order. He looked down, like he was in a drunk daze. His body was burning — both of pride, and of lust. He had made you do what he had been dreaming about for years. His cock left your body, ignoring his own need to release.
"I love you." You whispered as he pressed desperate little kisses, licks, and bites around your body. He looked up, meeting your gaze.
"I love you." He mirrored, his voice soft. "I always have."