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ìŽëȘ - ,, like destiny âœïœĄâ you know?
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hey are we picking up what iâm putting down..
5-STAR DICK, 5-STAR DICKHEAD Ś âžâž Û« Ś a sim jaeyun oneshot
« Man, fuck your pride â Just take it on back, boy »
SYNOPSIS. âź in which you have the best sex of your life OR- in which you get fucked over by the fuckboy
âź. ìŹìŹì€. âź 2.2k âź. â fuckboy jake â explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, fingering, doggy, squirting, overstim, spit kink, degration/praise, alcohol incidence, party scene, emotional cruelty, humiliation?, strong language
part 1 â part 2 â part 3 â part 4
đ„„ laceys note ; jake is lowkey a massive dick in this but itâs fine igggg, this is pure filth so MDNI (or do I canât control you) hope yous enjoys babies đ comments, reblogs, feedback and likes keep me writing!
You had never been a party person.
Not really.
Your nights were usually spent curled up with a book or bingeing shows while your roommate Sunoo tried to bribe you out of your cave with promises of âepic vibesâ and âcute guys.â
Nice Try, Â Doctor Sim - Sim Jaeyun
àšà§ Summary : known across the hospital as the woman who hates men, you built your name in trauma surgery with skill, sharp words, and zero patience for male ego. Then Dr. Jake Simâbeloved anesthesiologist, annoyingly competent, and impossible to ignoreâstarts appearing everywhere in your life with coffee, lunch invitations, and a smile you canât stand. You hate men. So why is Jake Sim becoming the exception?
àšà§ Pairing : anesthesiologist! Jake x traumasurgeon! reader
àšà§ Wordcount : 3.6K
àšà§ Song : Heart2Heart : Rude
àšà§ Warning : SLOW FUCKING BURN BABY!! Jake lowkey down-bad, y/n is certified men hater (me too btw), FLUFF!!, comedic (if you squint), co-worker to.... (idk)
omg u lit just opened reqs & im here like EAGER lmao i just love your writing
could you write smth with jake where reader goes into subspace (&like not the first time itâs smth they are used to) but has a pretty hard subdrop & the aftercare?
new anon is 𩩠taken?
à© áŁ this is like perfect for him, i know he's such a soft dom man. i need him desperately... đ the emoji u chose is so cutesy!
à© áŁ paring: jake sim x fem!reader
à© áŁ warnings: smut, powerplay, subspace, petnames: baby
à© áŁ masterlist
the room was dimly lit, soft shadows dancing across the walls from the single lamp in the corner. jake had you pinned beneath him on the bed, his body pressing down with just the right amount of weight to make you feel secure, owned. your wrists were bound loosely above your head with silk ties, a familiar ritual that always pulled you deeper into that hazy space. his breath was hot against your neck as he trailed bites along your collarbone, each one sharp enough to sting but not break skin.
you arched into him, a soft whimper escaping your lips. this wasn't new. subspace had become a comfortable fog for you both, a place where worries melted away and only sensation remained. jake knew your cues, the way your body softened, your eyes glazing over as you surrendered.
j: "that's it, baby. let go for me."
his voice was low, commanding yet tender, vibrating through your chest. he shifted, his hand sliding between your thighs, fingers parting your slick folds with ease. you were soaked, arousal dripping down as he circled your clit slowly, teasing. your hips bucked instinctively, chasing the pressure, but he held you steady with his other hand on your hip.
you: "please... jake..."
the words tumbled out, needy and broken. he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling from his throat as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. your mind blurred at the edges, thoughts fragmenting into pure feeling. the stretch, the heat, the way his thumb kept rubbing your clit in firm circles.
he leaned down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, tugging just hard enough to send a jolt straight to your core. you gasped, body trembling as the pleasure built, coiling tight. subspace wrapped around you like a warm blanket, everything narrowing to his touch, his scent, the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out. time stretched, minutes feeling like hours as you floated, pliant and blissful.
j: "you're doing so good, taking me like this."
he added a third finger, stretching you further, his pace quickening. your walls clenched around him, the orgasm crashing over you without warning. you cried out, back bowing off the bed as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you, leaving you boneless and drifting. jake didn't stop, drawing it out until you were shuddering, oversensitive and utterly spent.
he untied your wrists gently, rubbing the skin to bring circulation back, but the drop hit you harder than usual. as the high faded, a cold wave crashed in. your chest tightened, tears pricking at your eyes unbidden. the room spun slightly, vulnerability flooding you like ice water. subspace had been so deep this time, the comedown rough, leaving you shaky and small.
jake noticed immediately, his playful demeanor shifting to concern. he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he sat up, wrapping the blanket around you both.
j: "hey, hey, i've got you. you're safe, baby."
his voice was soft now, soothing, one hand stroking your hair while the other rubbed slow circles on your back. tears spilled over, hot and uncontrollable, your body curling into him as sobs wracked your frame. it wasn't just the intensity; something deeper had cracked open, old insecurities bubbling up in the vulnerability.
you: "i... i don't know... it hurts..."
you clung to his shirt, face buried in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. musk and clean soapâthat grounded you slightly.
j: "shh, it's okay to feel this. the drop's hitting hard, but i'm right here. breathe with me."
he guided your breathing, inhaling deeply and encouraging you to match him. in... out... slow and steady. his fingers combed through your hair, untangling any knots with care. after a few minutes, he reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, holding it to your lips.
j: "small sips, yeah? you need to hydrate."
you nodded weakly, sipping the cool water, feeling it soothe your dry throat. he set it aside and grabbed a soft cloth, dampening it with warm water from the bathroom sink. gently, he wiped your face, clearing away the tears and sweat, then moved to clean between your legs, his touch feather-light and non-sexual now.
you: "thank you... i feel so... empty."
the words came out small, but he understood, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
j: "i know. let's get you cozy. want some chocolate? or just hold you?"
he offered options, always checking in, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. you opted for both, and he rummaged in the drawer for the dark chocolate you both kept for these moments. something sweet to balance the endorphins. he broke off a piece, feeding it to you slowly, the rich flavor melting on your tongue.
wrapping you tighter in the blanket, he lay back, pulling you on top of him so your ear rested over his heartbeat. strong, steady. his arms encircled you completely, one hand massaging your scalp while the other traced lazy patterns on your arm.
j: "tell me what's going through your head, if you want. or we can just listen to the rain outside."
the patter against the window was a soft backdrop, calming. you murmured about feeling exposed, like the walls you'd built had crumbled too fast. he listened without interrupting, validating every word.
j: "you're strong for letting go like that. and i'm proud of you. we'll build it back together, okay? no rush."
time passed in quiet comfort, his presence chasing away the chill of the drop. eventually, the tears dried, your body relaxing fully against him. sleep tugged at you, warm and inviting now.
you: "love you..."
j: "love you more. rest now, i've got you all night."
he hummed a soft tune, lulling you into peace, the hard drop fading into memory as care wrapped around you like his arms.
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MIRĂNDOTE ⣠enha hyung line as cowboys
pairing: enhypen hyung line x fem!reader
content warning: 18+ content, minors dni! cock riding, smut, usage of nicknames.
wc: 1006 words
a/n: like the whole fandom is saying: save a mf horse, ride a cowboy! hope you guys enjoy it, all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated <3
LEE HEESEUNG
‷ Let me teach you how to ride.
Itâs effortless how he lifts you up onto the horse, his big hands groping your thighs as he did so. You were shaking with obvious nervousness, but he stayed calm and steady behind you, voice deep in your ear, âtrust me, baby, hm? Youâre sittinâ too stiff,â he mutters, hands guiding your ass, pushing you to move in rhythm. You think heâs focused on the lessonâuntil he presses himself up, cock hard against you, and murmurs with a smirk, âthere you go. Thatâs the motion I need when youâre bouncinâ on me.â
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everyone looking cool n intimidating but then thereâs jakeâŠ
how did he make this concept cute đ€đ€
can you write a jake drabble or a mini fic based on shinee's replayđđlike jake being down bad for 2-3 years older reader
A MAN, âïœĄÂ°â© đđ Iâm not a kid
đ„ PRECIS. In which, Jake is down bad for his older classmate, and it becomes almost too much! PAIRING. younger uni!jake x older uni!reader GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing
authors note àšà§ mwah. im baaack~
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Jake Sim had been lovesick for you since freshman orientation â the kind of soft, stupid, slow-building ache that made even his friends groan when he said your name.
You were an upperclassman.
Older⊠wiserâŠ
Gentle in a way that felt almost dangerous, and to Jake, you were perfect.
â
Heâd sat next to you at every icebreaker your major hosted â pretending it was coincidence, even though he absolutely timed his entrances. He carried your books for you, whenever he could snatch them from your arms.
He scribbled cheesy little notes on your coffees when you visited the café he worked at.
âGood morning Noona!â
âHope you have a lovely day :)â
âDrink me before 4pm or youâll be up all night! â Jake âïž!
And every time, youâd just smile at him â that warm, mature, soft-as-sunlight smile â and brush him off.
âOh, Jake, stop itâŠ~â
âThatâs cute. I bet the girls love that one.â
âYouâre crazy⊠youâre lucky youâre cute.â
Youâd poke his chest, brush his shoulder as you passed, fix his glasses when they slid down his nose.
On the rare days you ate with him between classes, youâd wipe his mouth with a napkin without thinking, murmuring, âMessy boyâŠâ
Jake melted every. single. time.
His friends called him a simp.
A goner.
A man entirely whipped by someone who didnât even know she had him on her hook.
But, Jake didnât care⊠Not when you called him honey, or sweetheart, or love.
âBro. Jake, (Y/n) call everyone names like that,â the guys told him.
But it didnât matter â because when you called him those sweet names, Jake felt like heâd just won the lottery, the championship, and your heart all at once.
Everyone else insisted he give it upâŠ
They say that the way you let him walk you home â returning his jacket the next day with the sleeves folded neatly â was just your nature.
They said the way you smiled to yourself when he tripped over his words was just you being polite.
They said the hide-and-seek between you two played between shelves at the library was boredom, passing timeâŠ
And that the daily pinky promise youâd make Jake give to walk you home again was just⊠you being punctual.
And the worst thought of all:
Girls like you â no⊠women like you â
who wore pretty kitten heels and drank wine at low-lit lounges⊠didnât go for boys like Jake, who still stepped on his untied laces and built Legos when he was stressed.
You knew he liked you⊠Of course you did.
Everyone did.
Who didnât know Shim Jake was utterly, pathetically, wholeheartedly in love with you?
But lately⊠youâd been distant.
Softer in your smiles, harder to catch, harder to read.
And Jake⊠Jake was drowning in the fear that maybe â maybe â all this time
you were only ever being nice.
â
Which is what led to this moment:
Jake standing outside your student share house in the pouring rain, drenched from head to toe.
His flannel clung to his chest, his dark hair plastered to his cheeks⊠Streams of rain slid down the bridge of his reddened nose, pooling at his jaw, dripping from the flutter of his lashes.
He looked broken. Noâ Desperate.
A lovesick boy on his last string.
You rushed outside with an umbrella, still barefoot, the cold wind whipping your hair, your bare feet padding against the wet pavement. Your lips parted, breath caught.
âJâJake?!â Whatâre you doing? Itâs freezingââ
âNo! I want you to tell meââ He stepped closer, voice cracking.
âJust⊠tell me if this is pointless! Please justââ
Your eyes widened, heart climbing into your throat.
Jake heaved out a breath â chest rising and falling, fingers trembling.
âI know you think Iâm young⊠and silly⊠butâ but Iââ
He scrubbed his hands through his soaked hair, choking on frustration.
âGod, (Y/n), I like you.â
His voice shook.
âI like you so much it feels likeââ
He searched the air like the words were hiding behind the raindrops.
âIt feels like Iâm sick inside.â
Lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, and Jakeâs voice dropped, raw and trembling.
âIâm trying⊠Iâve been trying to be older. To be the kind of guy you like. I changed my clothes, Iâve been trying to read those romance novels you talk aboutâ Iâ Iâm trying so hard.â
You stared at him, throat tightening.
âI just need to know,â he whispered, âthat youâre not⊠just being nice.â
âThat youâre not sparing my feelings because you think I canât handle it.â
He didnât even notice the rain had stopped hitting him â because youâd stepped down the last step, holding the umbrella above both of you, and close enough that he could see his reflection in your eyes.
âJakeâŠâ your voice was barely a breath.
He blinked hard, eyes glossy.
âBecause I am a man,â he whispered.
âIâm not a kid, (Y/n). Iâm a man whoâsâ whoâs in love⊠with an incredible woman.â
And that was itâŠ
Your heart finally cracked open.
You grabbed him by the collar of his soaked, oatmeal-colored flannel and pulled him down into a kiss â warm, soft, sweet, a rush of breath and rain and pent-up longing.
The umbrella slipped from your hands, and it clattered to the pavement but neither of you noticed.
You broke the kiss only when Jake gasped, stunned.
âI like you too, Jake,â you breathed, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
âStop blabbering.â
Your laugh, soft and warm, sent a shiver down his spine.
Jake blinked, then he smiled â slow, disbelieving, boyish and breathtaking â and kissed you again, deeper, firmer, holding your waist like heâd dreamt of doing for two long years.
The rain kept falling.
But Jake⊠Jake felt like he was finally, blissfully, impossiblyâŠhome.
jealous, baby? - sim jaeyun (jake)
in which jake swears heâs not a jealous boyfriend yet still fights like he is when someone approaches his girl.
boxer!jake x gf!reader
this fic follows another boxer!jake fic i wrote a while ago! i lowkey love this concept and have so many ideas i cant wait to write them đ€
the late afternoon light cut through the high warehouse-style windows of the boxing gym, turning the air golden. dust floated in the beams like glitter shaken from the sun. every corner buzzed with that raw, gritty energy only boxing gyms had - the kind built from discipline, adrenaline and people trying too hard to impress eachother.
leather gloves smacked against pads. jump ropes snapped against the floor. water bottles clattered as someone kicked one over. a group of beginners stumbled through footwork drills, pretending they werenât dying.
everything smelled like sweat, disinfectant, rubber mats and that faint metallic scent that always hung around the ring.
jake stood right in the middle of it all - breathing steady, gloves up, body sharp and precise despite the exhaustion tugging at his muscles. he was practicing with coach min, the same way they always did when coach wasnât busy with new trainees or phone calls about upcoming matches.
coach min held the pads in his hands, his usual unimpressed look sitting firm on his face, âstraight. hook. roll. again.â
jake reset his stance, took a quick breath in, ready to fire another punch with more intensity. but then coach min said it - casual. offhanded. like it wasnât the single, most fastest way to fry jakeâs brain mid-combination.
âyour girlâs here.â
jake froze mid-jab. his glove hovered just under his cheek, breath caught in his throat.
he didnât turn - he didnât need to. his pulse kicked instantly, thumping warm and eager under his skin. a smile threatened to break his focus, tugging at the corner of his lips despite his best effort to stay disciplined.
he loved when she came by to pick him up. loved that she always stood just inside the entrance, as if too shy to walk further into the gym. loved that soft, tired smile sheâd give him after her own long day - like seeing him was the one thing that settled her whole world.
âcool down.â coach min ordered, âtwo more minutes. donât get sloppy now.â
jake swallowed, nodded, âyes, sir.â
he pushed through another set, body moving on autopilot - jab, cross, hook, slip - even though all he wanted was to turn around and look at her properly. but just then, halfway through his last. combination, a laugh cut through the gym noise.
it wasnât her. no, this one was too loud, too deep.
some guy.
jakeâs eyes quickly flicked toward the entrance, barely a fraction of a second, and suddenly his stomach dropped. y/n was still standing where she always did, but this time she wasnât alone.
one of the new trainees - the tall one who had an objectively stupid haircut jake already hated - was leaning way too close to her. he seemed to be laughing at his own joke, talking with his whole chest like he was performing a comedy routine no one asked for.
y/n gave a polite smile in return, small and tight, and jake recognised it instantly. it was her i-want-to-leave-but-iâm-too-nice smile.
jakeâs jaw clenched. hard. tight. his punch slammed into the pad harder than he shouldâve and coach min instantly grunted at the sudden impact.
âyah. control your strength.â
jake didnât say anything, he physically couldnât with how much he was seething through his breath. he forced himself through the last minute even though every instinct screamed to get out of the ring and peel that trainee off her like some annoying sticker.
across the room, y/nâs eyes were entirely focused on her boy.
the way his muscles flexed in his sleeveless top, the way his jaw clenched with each jab and deep breath, the way he pushed through even after knowing sheâd finally come to get him - watching him like that always did things to her she didnât want to admit.
and she swore she could see the smile tug at his lips from afar, warming her chest even further. she was just stood there, still in her work clothes and heels, with that pretty, fond smile playing on her lips, completely minding her own business when she heard someone speak up beside her.
âhey.. uh, youâre jakeâs friend, right?â
y/n turned her head to see a boy - probably a year or two younger than her - tall, bad haircut, overconfident smile. she recognised him instantly - he was new, loud, tried too hard. the type who probably thought the gym was a social club instead of a place where people actually worked.
âyeah.â she answered, politely, âiâm y/n.â
he grinned like sheâd just given him permission to keep going.
âyou come here a lot?â he asked and stepped forward until she could smell the intensely artificial body spray heâd drowned himself in.
she instinctively shifted back, just an inch, but he followed the movement like he didnât notice - or perhaps chose not to.
âiâve seen you around a few times.â he went on, running a hand through his hair like he was posing for a mirror. and then he laughed - loud, awkward and forced - âoh, donât worry. not in a creepy way.â
yeah. sure.
y/nâs polite smile tightened just a bit and she let out a chuckle but it ended up just sounding like a breath, âright..â
âjake didnât tell us he had someone.â the trainee tilted his head and y/n watched the way his eyes dragged down her figure in a way that made her stomach twist with instant discomfort. like he was sizing her up, trying to memorise her.
âhe usually keeps to himself. guess i know why now.â
she wanted this conversation to end. preferably before jake finished training and saw this guy inhaling her personal space like it was oxygen.
âwell, jakeâs almost done. so-â
âoh, cool, cool.â he cut in. he shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged a shoulder like she was discussing weekend plans instead of trying to walk away. y/n tried to drag her eyes away but he only moved his face in her direction, as if forcing her to look at him.
he leaned in again, too casual, âdoes he train you too?â
she blinked, âtrain me?â
âyeah.â he said, eyes flickering over her again - this time more scrutinising than flirty - âyou look like you could use a few lessons. strength, stamina⊠maybe posture too.â
her jaw tightened. a slow burn of irritation crawled up her spine.
because not only was he pestering her - he was doing it two feet from her boyfriendâs ring. in the same gym heâd practically grew up in, the same gym heâd made famous.
and while jake was literally watching from across the room.
still, the trainee wasnât finished.
âiâm just saying, if you ever want tips, iâm around after evening sessions. i could show you a few things⊠one-on-one.â
y/nâs stomach twisted. she wasnât helpless, and she damn well didnât need some rookie talking to her like she was.
the second coach min dismissed jake, he was ripping off his gloves, dropping them on the mat as if relieved of the timing. he hopped down from the ring - still sweaty, chest heaving, hair damp and messy.
he didnât bother with a towel. didnât bother catching his breath. he just walked straight to her.
the traineeâs teasing grin faltered the second y/nâs eyes flicked past him and jake approached the scene - not that jake was looking at him, anyway. he didnât spare him a single glance.
âhey.â he said softly, voice lower than usual. his arm slid naturally, possessively, around her waist.
y/n immediately leaned into him like sheâd been waiting all day for his touch, âhi, baby.â
something in jakeâs shoulders loosened. his chest warmed painfully, protectively, as he took in her familiar, sweet perfume. she looked relieved yet happy at the same time as she played a grin and that same glint in her eyes that always sparkled when she looked at him.
infront of them, the trainee mumbled something that died on his tongue. he bit the inside of his cheek and forced himself to keep his expression neutral even though he was irritated.
jake didnât care.
he dipped his head closer to her and let his hand slide lower on her back - slowly, intentionally and very obviously for an audience.
âyou ready to go?â he asked, eyes locked on hers.
y/n lifted her brows in amusement at his touch, hand splayed dangerously low on her waist. she could instantly feel it.
his new clinginess. his claim.
âyeah.â she smiled up at him nonetheless and jake intertwined his fingers with hers. he grabbed his bag from the side before guiding her towards the exit, not looking back once.
he didnât have to.
he could feel the traineeâs glare burning between his shoulder blades - and it only made the corner of his mouth lift in a quiet, satisfied smirk.
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as soon as they got into her car, jake didnât wait for the engine to start. the second his seatbelt clicked, he reached across the console, found her hand, and linked their fingers together so tightly it was like he feared sheâd disappear if he let go for even a second.
y/n blinked at their hands, amused, âwell⊠hello to you too.â
jake didnât react. his jaw was locked, shoulders tight, eyes fixed stubbornly over the passenger window.
âyou okay?â she asked softly, smiling even though she already knew the answer.
âiâm fine.â he replied quickly, almost too quickly. his tone was low and clipped, trying to hide the embarrassment curling under the surface of his sweaty skin.
y/n only hummed, âyeah, definitely sounds like youâre fine.â
he didnât take the bait.
instead, without looking at his girlfriend, jake lifted their joint hands and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the back of hers. it wasnât casual. it wasnât distracted. it was the kind of kiss that said heâd been thinking about touching her since the moment he saw that boy standing too close.
then, he lowered their hands into his lap and kept them there - like it was non-negotiable.
y/n laughed under her breath and started the car with her free hand, nonetheless. she tried to pull her hand away to shift the gear into reverse, but jake tugged it right back. she tried to shift her seat, and he tugged again.
finally, she chuckled through her breath and turned to her boyfriend a little bewildered, âjake, i need that hand to drive.â
âstill using it.â he mumbled, tightening his grip and sliding his thumb rhythmically against her knuckles, âdrive with one.â
âbaby.â she grinned, âyouâre being clingy.â
âiâm allowed.â he muttered and his eyes lifted from her knuckles to stare straight ahead - stubborn expression, ears slightly pink, like a sulky puppy who refused to admit he was pouting.
the more she glanced at him, the cuter he became. he wasnât angry, just⊠bothered. quiet. protective. a little insecure in a way that made her chest soften - he was this big, strong man out in the ring but with her, he practically melted into a puddle.
âdid something happen?â she asked with a gentle tone that dipped into something a little more serious. with how quiet he was, she thought maybe he was bothered by more than that small interaction in the gym.
ânothing happened.â he spoke immediately - too fast again.
his fingers squeezed hers. his knee bounced heavily. his gaze stayed glued to the road in front of them, razor sharp as if he was the one driving.
y/n raised a brow, âyou sure?â
he swallowed once, then lifted her hand again to brush his lips over her knuckles - slower this time, more tender.
âjust wanna be close to you.â he murmured.
her heart melted on the spot. jake always got like this - after fights, after long training sessions, and especially after something, or someone, irritated him.
but y/n didnât push him further, or tease him.
she just squeezed his hand back, let her thumb stroke over the back of his much rougher knuckles in a delicate caress.
âokay, stay as close as you want.â she whispered.
jake exhaled like heâd been holding his breath the entire drive.
he didnât let go of her hand. not even once. not when she was parking, not when she turned off the engine and not even when she tried, and failed, to reach for her bag in the backseat. he stubbornly held onto her like she was something heâd won and absolutely had no intention of losing.
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the next day, jake returned to the gym with every intention of being mature. he really did.
he told himself on the walk over that yesterday didnât matter. he told himself sheâs all his, she chose him, and that he had no reason to waste energy on some rookie with a bad haircut and no understanding of boundaries.
he was practically repeating it to himself like a mantra.
be mature. be calm. youâre above this.
that lasted about four minutes.
heâd just tossed his bag to the side of the changing room after searching around for his wraps, and was now making his way to the main area of the gym when voices drifted down the hallways. loud ones. laughing ones.
familiar ones.
jake slowed on instinct, suddenly intrigued, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up slightly.
âbro, she is so pretty.â that same deep voice of the trainee from yesterday bragged, letting out a chuckle with his two other friends, âiâm telling you, i didnât even care that she wasnât into it. i could still try-â
jake fully froze in his spot, his hand paused against the wrap on his palm. his blood didnât burn, his pulse didnât spike. no, everything just went completely still, eerily silent inside him.
one of the other trainees groaned, âdoyeon-ah, stop. you said enough yesterday.â
but the kid kept going, louder, bolder, more disgusting.
âiâm serious! if she wasnât so loyal to him, i swear iâd try again.. i mean-â he snickered like some psycho planning something, âdid you see the way she looked? those legs? bro, sheâs-â
âdoyeon.â the second hissed, glancing around nervously. none of them had seen jake standing just further down the hallway, âshut up. thatâs his girlfriend, and heâs our senior. we shouldnât be disrespectful.â
âso what? not my fault jake pulled someone way above his league.â he laughed again, âanyway, even if she acted all shy, i bet she-â
thatâs when one of the other trainees noticed jake stood down the hallway, silently fixing his wraps while quite clearly listening into their conversation. the kidâs heart dropped, eyes widening in shock and he instantly smacked doyeon against his sleeve.
âdoyeon-ah, shut the fuck up.â he hissed but jake was already moving off.
he was walking into the main area when all the trainees went pale, straightening up instantly mid-breath as if theyâd been caught stealing - actually, this was probably worse than being caught stealing.
jake didnât say a word. he didnât need to.
his expression was blank, calm, almost bored as he looked ahead, fixing his wraps and rolling his shoulders back. his stare was razor sharp, and his jaw clenched like he was calculating just how much force it would take to drop each one of those kids right now.
he looked more serious than he did before he went into the ring - and that was not a good sign.
all three of them stared at him like he had two heads. the silence thickened and seemed to tense even more when coach min walked out of his office. he gave them all a stern nod in greeting and then his eyes landed on his star fighter, a slow smile curling his lips.
âjake! good timing.â he said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the bloodbath brewing in the air. he clapped his hands once, loud enough to make the trainees jump, âi want one of the newbies to get some sparring experience with you today.â
jake nodded, âwho?â
coach min looked around the group of boys and raised a brow, as if thinking which one needed tbe most improvement.
âyou.â he pointed, âkim doyeon. get your wraps.â
kim doyeon.
jakeâs lips curved ever so slightly. it wasnât big or noticeable to coach min, but it was a smile - a calm, terrifying one that never reached his eyes.
âperfect.â jake said to his coach, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.
doyeonâs face practically drained of colour. his friends winced at the situation and he swallowed hard, scrambling to grab his wraps as if being shaken out of a nightmare. except this mightâve been the nightmare - he was about to go against jake. the best fighter in their gym, the most known boxer out there right now for how good and sharp he was.
jake, whoâs girlfriend he was just bad-mouthing and laughing about.
his hands shook as he grabbed his wraps and his friend had to practically help him whilst jake jumped up into the ring to warm up quickly. he joined him soon enough and jake patted him on the shoulder, friendly, almost gentle, but with a grip that made doyeon flinch.
âthisâll be good practice.â he murmured with a polite tone, âfor both of us.â
doyeon didnât respond. he couldnât. he was too busy trying not to pass out.
the second the bell rang, doyeon charged, fists high, chin up, overconfident in the way only rookies could be - all speed, no precision, all ego, no discipline.
jake didnât budge.
he slipped to the side as if heâd been waiting for this attack since yesterday.
âtoo slow.â he murmured, tilting his head.
doyeon skidded on the canvas before whipping around with an irritated grunt. he raised his fists and instantly went to throw another punch, sloppy and rushed, more emotion than technique.
jake pivoted away with a single step, barely shifting his weight, âstill too slow.â
a few trainees snorted under their breath. they tried to hide it, but the sound carried and echoed in doyeonâs ears, flushing his neck red. it was humiliating how much he was getting thrown about - but what did he expect? this was jake he pissed off.
he tightened his fists and launched a full combination - jab, cross, hook - the kind young fighters practiced in mirrors thinking it made them look intimidating. jake saw every motion before it even formed - of couse he knew, heâd fought actual fighters with worse form than this kid right now.
without effort, jake landed a small jab to doyeonâs ribs. it was light enough not to bruise but sharp enough to humiliate.
doyeon stumbled and caught his breath, âstop running and fight-â
âthen hit me.â
that only made doyeon angrier. he swung again recklessly, as if just punching for the sake of it, and it was hard enough that it couldâve actually knocked someone out if it landed.
but jake didnât even need to step back. he leaned just far enough for the glove to whisper past his cheek. the crowd murmured, impressed, and jakeâs lips curved into a small smirk.
doyeon saw it. it made him snap.
shots became wild. footwork completely disappeared. he wasnât boxing anymore, he was just chasing jakeâs shadow.
from outside the ring, someone muttered to another, âyou canât just let him play you like that-â
doyeon, stood right infront of them, snapped his head with irritation and humiliation chasing up his neck, âshut up!â
thatâs when jake called the distance and muttered with a voice low enough only he could hear, âyou should listen to them.â
doyeon threw the last punch he had in him - a desperate, ugly right hook that only made coach min shake his head in disappointment. something in jakeâs expression shifted - he became more sharper suddenly, shoulders squared and the air in the gym shifted like everyone expected something was about to break.
jake didnât dodge. he stepped forward and connected his fist with doyeonâs jaw in perfect form, full rotation, literally a textbook execution. it was hard, precise. the sound cracked through the gym and everyone watched as doyeonâs body flew back.
he was caught by the ropes, his head whiplashed, mouthguard half-slipping out, feet scrambling for balance. the gym went dead silent.
someone whispered, âholy shit-â barely audible over the ringing tension. the kid stared up at the dull ceiling lights with ringing ears, unfocused eyes and a brain that suddenly forgot exactly where he was.
jake approached him slow and terrifyingly calm, âthat was for talking about her.â
doyeon, his heart in his mouth and jaw aching, swallowed hard as the fear and shame finally took over his arrogance. this was the jake everyone feared out in the ring, the quiet boxer who barely snapped but when he did, it was brutal.
jake leaned down without blinking, his gaze sharp enough to cut, âand next time you even think about her again,â he tapped his glove against the boyâs cheek mockingly, âyouâll get worse.â
the warning hit harder than the punch.
coach min blew the whistle so loud half the gym flinched, âokay, enough. jake, out! now.â
jake didnât argue, didnât even look at doyeon again. he simply stepped out of the ring, going straight towards his bag for his towel and water bottle with smooth confidence as if he hadnât just scared an entire room into silence. as if this was light work for him, something casual.
the jealousy that had been boiling under his ribs since yesterday, seeped out of him at last, leaving him much lighter, clearer, almost relieved.
+ BONUS
jake swore to himself he wouldnât do it again - he wouldnât let jealousy fuel him, he wouldnât let it take over especially during a fight. but he couldnât help the way it angrily seeped in when he heard a laugh. her laugh.
her loud, confident, pretty laugh.
the sponsorâs son, the same guy whoâd been hovering around y/n all night, even as she kissed jake outside the ring before his match like usual, even as she exchanged small words with coach min while jake was warming up, even as she asked some staff for a bottle of water.
he was there⊠hovering, smiling, laughing just to impress her.
either way, it hit jakeâs ears like a slap.
his first round started evenly - almost too evenly for jakeâs taste. heâd kept his guard high, his footwork proper, his rhythm and the way his weight shifted before every punch. jake wasnât aggressive yet; he was studying his opponent, calculating.
the crowd was murmuring with each exchange, filtering in with the continuous narration of the commentators. the air was thick, heavy with anticipation and jake had only looked toward ringside for barely a second.
only a second when he heard her laugh.
but that split second cost him.
it was all it took for his opponent to land a clean jab against his cheek.
his head turned sharply with a grunt and the crowd gasped in unison. y/nâs eyes widened as she snapped her head from the gradually irritating man next to her. her heart dropped with the gasps of the audience and she instantly stood up.
coach min slammed the ropes, âeyes on the fight, jake!â
jake blinked once. twice. slowly. he snapped back to the opponent without another thought and instantly everything inside him shifted. his whole demeanour changed. annoyance, jealousy, possessiveness - it all shot straight through his chest like heâd been plugged into an electric outlet.
he let out a long, deep exhale and suddenly he wasnât just fighting. he was proving a point.
with his coachâs groans in the background and the shouts of the commentators, jake moved forward and his punches snapped through the air with terrifying accuracy. his dodges werenât just evasions but statements - every hit made the ropes tremble, every counter made the crowd cheer louder.
by the middle of round two, his opponents breaths were ragged, hands dropping an inch lower with every failed attempt to touch jake again.
but he didnât let him recover.
he slammed a brutal body shot right under the ribs - the kind that stole air and dignity. the crowd instantly exploded and then came the combination with smooth, practiced ease that made the crowd scream even louder.
right hook, left jab, cross.
the other fighter staggered back with wobbly legs. coach minâs voice cut through the noise, âfinish it!â
jake didnt hesitate. he stepped in and delivered a clean, merciless uppercut, the perfect hit that made the guy drop to the canvas like a felled tree.
the ref didnât even bother counting. it was clear jake had won as the arena erupted with gleeful cheers and waves and the match concluded itself. jake didnât hear any of it as he waved back at everyone with heaving breaths and weak shoulders.
he instantly climbed out of the ring, pulling his mouthguard out, sweat sliding down his jaw and his hair clinging to his skin. his chest rose and fell quickly and his heart was banging in his ears but it wasnât exhaustion tightening his breath - it was jealousy.
hot. sharp. still humming beneath his skin like a live wire.
and that - more than the win - was what pushed him down the steps and toward the hallway where he knew heâd see his girlfriend soon enough.
-
y/n caught him the moment he stepped out of the locker room with flushed cheeks and hair damp from the shower he rushed through. jake was rolling his shoulders out, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline and still littered with slow, growing bruises on his jaw and abdomen.
she didnât even wait for him to notice her. she practically threw herself into his space, hands going straight to his shoulders with hurried excitement.
âthere you are.â she breathed, eyes shining with pride and jake felt himself soften, âbabe, you were amazing!â
before he could respond, she lifted her sleeve and gently wiped a few drops of water from his jawline, fingers trailing a second longer than necessary. it was a quick, mindless action but it had jake freezing in his spot, his hand on her waist stilling.
she was soft. warm. too close.
he hadnât even cooled down from the fight and she was starting an entirely new one inside him.
jake caught her wrist lightly before she could pull away, âwho was that guy?â
his voice was low, slightly rough, still carrying the edge he fought with. his dark eyes bore down into hers as he leaned down ever so slightly. his breath mingled with hers and despite it all, y/n only blinked up at him.
âwhat guy?â
âthe one sitting next to you.â his jaw tensed, âthe one laughing at everything you said.â
âoh.â she realised slowly. she let out a soft, airy laugh that fell straight into jakeâs heart, âhim? he was just being polite. i donât even know his name, i barely talked.â
but jake wasnât buying it. he leaned in closer, just enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. close enough that she could feel his breath skim her cheek.
âhe kept leaning toward you.â
his voice wasnât raised, or angry, or mean. just possessive in a way that hit straight through her ribs.
y/nâs lips twitched in amusement. she knew what was happening, of course she did when he was making it so obvious. just to rile him up further, she slowly, deliberately let her hands glide from his shoulders to his hard chest. she trailed her fingers over the fabric of his dark hoodie, brushing the hem before drifting back up and letting her touch linger.
just enough to make him melt.
âjake.â she murmured, warm and teasing, âwere you jealous, baby?â
he didnât even try to hide his reaction - it was instant. the flush of his cheeks, the flicker of his eyes.
âno.â
y/n raised her brows. his jaw clenched and he looked away, almost shyly, ââŠokay, yes.â
her smile spread, slow and irresistible, like she was savoring the moment her sweet, quiet boyfriend finally cracked. like she was seeing an entirely different side to his usual touch exterior.
she stepped fully into him, chest pressed against his and slid both hands up to loop behind his neck.
âyou fought better because of it.â she brushed her thumbs against his skin lightly.
he made a small, low sound - somewhere between a scoff and a groan - and looked off to the side, almost embarrassed.
âdidnât like him looking at you like that.â
y/n tugged gently on the chain around his neck and innocently pulled him closer until their noses nearly touched. the tension sparked between them, sharp and warm as she let her breath linger between them.
âwell, i only look at you.â
jake cursed under his breath - a soft, low sound with her name tangled somewhere inside it. his hands slid to her waist with a certain firmness it made her heart race when he dragged her flush against him like the idea of even a millimetre of space was unbearable.
she laughed against his lips, âbaby, youâre so easy to tease.â
jake rested his forehead against hers, breath ghosting over her mouth, âkeep teasing. see what happens.â
a shiver rippled down her spine, one she couldnât even hide.
and she didnât.
y/n rose slowly onto her toes, fingertips delicately brushing the back of his neck as she leaned in. her lips ghosted along the sharp line of his tense jaw, against his warm, gentle bruises and she planted a kiss that wasnât meant to be sweet at all.
it was deliberate. purposeful. a bit dangerous since they were stood in an empty hallway that anyone could walk into any second.
but she didnât care. she savoured the way his breath hitched and her chest tightened and she only continued - her lips pressed another kiss right beneath his ear, the spot she knew he could never stay calm through. his inhale came sharp and uneven and his rough hands clamped down on her waist automatically, like a reflex he couldnât control.
jake didnât bother pretending he wasnât affected. didnât bother hiding the way his fingers dug in. didnât bother keeping a moan out of his voice when he whispered her name.
and then he kissed her. not hesitantly or carefully.
he kissed her like heâd been holding everything in - the jealousy, the adrenaline, the way she always knew exactly how to undo him - all packed into one moment.
it was deep and hungry and the kind of kiss that made her back arch slightly and the hallways feel too small to hold them. his hands slid up her back, all warm and strong, dragging her closer until she could feel every breath he took, every beat of his heart against her chest. he held her like heâd been waiting all night, all week, maybe forever, just for her to touch him like that.
the jealousy that had sparked everything melted away and was replaced by something hotter. something steadier. something that wrapped around her like heat and gravity.
devotion. want.
and something that felt dangerously close to worship.
she was his - not because he said it, but because of the way he touched her and breathed her in like she grounded him.
and jake? he was absolutely, undeniably hers. every heartbeat, every sharp inhale, every look that said she was the only one he ever saw.
â· LIQUID SWEETENER âž» sim jaeyun
jake takes care of his sick girlfriend, but with an unexpected twist.
this work contains â smut. mdni. established relationship, reader has a fever, she's very annoying tbh but it's bc she's ME! it's okay tho bc jake is equally as bad. spitting medicine in someone's mouth... is this sanitary? absolutely not but i also can't bring myself to care, fingering, praise, degradation (use of slut like once? and pet), he's mostly very sweet tho i promise, oral f!rec, squirting, mentions of free use, multiple orgasms, quick aftercare, jake comes untouched he's down bad sorry ! âž» rules â m.list
length â oneshot âž» 5.2k words
â· NIA â i finally got around to rewriting this omfg. this rewrite is for my sweet @heechwe and all the nonnies who asked for this to be posted again <3
It's not everyday Jake gets to take care of you, so when you're all sickly and weak, it's hard to evade his attentions no matter how hard you try.
If you're taking requests could you pls write about Jake's nose. Like maybe reader wanting to ride his nose for so long but she can't directly say it to his face cause she's shy but then one day she blurts it out and Jake's like all turned on and ready to please her?? đ«ą
LONG RIDE
jake knew why you liked big noses. he just wanted you to say it.
bsf jake x reader. face riding cmon yall. smut! mdni! body worship and praise. jake is such a menace. munch agenda. short n sweet.
"that's soo fucking weird!" jay points out, "i've never had a girl say she'd wanna ride my nose." your tipsy group of friends simmer into disputes, stating their own arguments. it all started when everyone stated stating their weird bodily attractions in a circle. you said you liked big noses, both for the form and it's function. your girls were validating you, the guys were grimacing. "okay but imagine it though-" jake chokes, "she gets off to you. on you." there was crickets for a while before laughter. "-or maybe you don't have the shape-"
jake's eyes flicker to yours, you dared to not look back. especially when he's the reason why you've come to this conclusion.
can i request jake licking his own cum out of readerâs c00ch after he creampied her teehee
I wrote... but I made a little surprise, I hope you like it đ«ą
đŒ'đ đŠđđąđđ , đœđđđ
‷ at the beginning of the relationship he was a totally romantic guy, but now heâs totally dirty
â. đ Ì husband! jake Ă fem!reader
â âč explicit sexual content, consensual breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, possessive language, mild cum play, intense emotional intimacy, mentions of pregnancy and trying to conceive
You lie there on the messed-up sheets, thighs still trembling from the way Jake just wrecked you. Your pussy is throbbing, swollen, absolutely dripping with his thick load, the warmth of it leaking out slow and filthy down your ass crack onto the bed. Heâs hovering over you, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening with your cream and his cum smeared all over it. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, that cocky little smirk on his lips like he knows exactly what heâs about to do to you next.
He drops down between your legs without a word, spreads your sticky thighs wider with rough hands, and just stares at your ruined cunt for a second. âFuck, look at that,â he mutters, voice low and raspy. âLook at my cum pouring out of this pretty little hole. Youâre fucking wrecked, baby.â
You feel the air hit your sensitive clit and you whimper, hips jerking. He chuckles darkly, leans in, and drags his tongue in one slow, nasty stripe from your leaking entrance all the way up to your clit. The taste of himself mixed with you hits his tongue and he groans like a starving man, eyes rolling back a little. âTaste so fucking good together,â he growls against your folds, lips already shiny with the mess.
Then he really goes for it. He shoves his tongue deep inside you, curling it, scooping his own hot load out of your pulsing walls like heâs desperate for it. You can feel every flick, every greedy lick as he eats his own creampie straight out of your cunt. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room, his mouth sucking loudly on your over-fucked hole, swallowing down every drop he can get. Cum and your juices smear across his lips, his chin, dripping down his neck, but he doesnât care. Heâs moaning into you, hips grinding against the mattress because heâs already getting hard again just from the taste.
âPush it out for me, sweetheart,â he rasps, pulling back just long enough to watch another fat glob of his cum ooze out of you. âPush my fucking load into my mouth.â
You bear down, shaking, and you feel it drip heavy and warm right onto his waiting tongue. He catches it, groans deep in his chest, then dives back in like an animal, tongue-fucking you, nose buried in your clit, licking and swallowing until your pussy is fluttering around nothing and youâre sobbing from how sensitive you are.
He keeps going until heâs licked you completely clean, until the only thing left dripping out of you is fresh slick from how turned on you are again. When he finally pulls back, his face is a fucking mess: lips swollen, chin dripping, cum streaked across his cheek. He grins up at you, wicked and satisfied, licks his lips slow and deliberate.
âLove eating my cum out of this perfect little cunt,â he says, voice hoarse. âCould do it all fucking night.â
He crawls up your body slow, still licking the taste of both of you off his lips, eyes locked on yours like he canât believe youâre real. His fingers slide up your thigh, smearing the last traces of wetness, and he collapses beside you, pulling you into his chest. The room is quiet except for your breathing, heavy and synced, hearts hammering against each other.
You feel his lips brush your temple, soft now, nothing like the animal that just devoured you. âYou okay?â he whispers, voice rough from moaning into your pussy. His hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek. âWasnât too much?â
You shake your head, turning to bury your face in his neck, tasting salt and sex on his skin. âNo. It was perfect. Youâre perfect.â Your voice cracks a little, because suddenly itâs not just about the filthy thing he just did. Itâs about how he looked at you while he did it, like you were everything.
He exhales shakily, like your words hit him somewhere deep. âFuck, I donât deserve you,â he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. âThe way you let me⊠the way you trust me with every dirty, fucked-up thing I wanna do to you⊠Iâm so fucking in love with you it hurts.â
Your breath catches. Heâs never said it like that before, raw and trembling, no smirk, no joke to hide behind.
You kiss him slow, tasting the both of you on his tongue, and whisper it back against his lips. âI love you too. So much it scares me sometimes.â
His arms tighten around you like heâs afraid youâll vanish. You stay like that, tangled, whispering things youâve never said out loud before: how he makes you feel safe even when heâs ruining you, how youâve never wanted anyone the way you want him, how youâre terrified of ever losing this.
And then, without warning, the lights flicker once, twice, and die.
Everything goes black.
For a second you both freeze, then he laughs softly against your mouth. âOf course. Of fucking course the power goes out right now.â
But outside, thunder rumbles low and heavy, and suddenly rain starts slamming against the windows like the skyâs been holding it in for months. Itâs loud, violent, beautiful. The room flashes white with lightning, and in that split second you see his face, eyes wide, rain-blue, staring at you like youâre the only thing left in the world.
He pulls the blanket up over both of you as the temperature drops, cocooning you in warmth and the smell of sex and him. The rain hammers harder, drowning out everything but your breathing and the low growl of thunder.
He kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, like heâs trying to crawl inside your soul. His hand slides down to rest over your heart, feeling it race. âListen to that,â he whispers against your lips as another crack of thunder shakes the walls. âSounds like the worldâs ending. And Iâm here with you. Nothing else matters.â
You thread your fingers through his damp hair, pull him closer. The rain is a roar now, sheets of it blasting the windows, wind howling like it wants in. But inside, under the blanket, itâs just you and him, skin to skin, hearts pounding in sync.
âI want this forever,â you breathe, voice shaking with how much you mean it. âYou and me. Like this. Even when the lights go out. Even when everything falls apart.â
He makes this broken sound, half laugh, half sob, and kisses you like heâs sealing a vow. âThen itâs yours. Iâm yours. Storm or no storm. Lights or no lights. Every filthy, desperate, soft, insane second of it.â
Lightning flashes again, lighting up the room, and you see tears in his eyes that have nothing to do with the rain outside.
The thunder rolls, the rain never stops, and you fall asleep like that: wrapped around each other, cum-dried and love-drunk, while the world outside tries to tear itself apart and fails.
Because nothing, not even the end of the world, could touch what you have right now.
The rain is still pounding when you hear it: small, hiccuping sobs and the soft patter of bare feet on the stairs.
Jake freezes mid-kiss, lips still against yours, and you feel his whole body go rigid. Another sob, louder this time, followed by a tiny, broken voice.
âDaddyâŠ?â
Heâs up in half a second, yanking the blanket around his waist as he scrambles for the bedroom door. You grab his t-shirt from the floor and pull it over your head; it falls to your thighs, still warm from his body and smelling like him. The hallway is pitch black, lightning flashing hard enough to strobe the walls white.
You both reach the top of the stairs at the same time.
There she is: his little girl, four years old, curls wild from sleep, clutching her stuffed bunny so tight the ears are bent. Tears are streaming down her round cheeks, lit up every time the sky cracks open. Sheâs shaking.
âDaddy, the thunderâs so loud,â she whimpers, bottom lip trembling. âItâs scary. I had a bad dream and the lights went away and Iâm cold.â
Jake drops to his knees right there on the landing, blanket forgotten, and scoops her up like she weighs nothing. She buries her face in his neck instantly, legs wrapping around his waist, little fists clutching his shoulders.
âShh, baby, Iâve got you,â he murmurs into her hair, voice soft in a way that makes your chest ache. âDaddyâs here. Youâre safe, I promise.â
You step closer, heart in your throat, and she peeks out from his neck when she hears your footsteps. Her eyes are huge and red-rimmed.
You open your arms without thinking. âCome here, sweet girl. Itâs okay.â
She reaches for you immediately, and Jake passes her over. She clings to you just as tight, face pressed to your collarbone, bunny squished between you. Sheâs freezing; her little toes are ice against your thigh.
Jake stands up, grabs the blanket from the floor, and wraps it around all three of you as he presses in close behind you, arms circling both of you like a shield. The thunder booms again and she flinches hard, crying harder into your neck.
âItâs just the sky being loud, baby,â he whispers against her curls, kissing the top of her head over and over. âIt canât get inside. It canât touch you. We wonât let it.â
You sway with her gently, rocking side to side the way youâve seen him do a hundred times. âWant to come sleep with us tonight?â you ask softly. âBig bed, all warm, Daddy and me on both sides so the thunder canât find you.â
She nods against your chest, sniffling. âCan Mr. Flopsy come too?â
âOf course,â Jake says, voice thick. He kisses her damp cheek, then your shoulder, lingering there like heâs thanking you without words.
You carry her back to the bedroom, Jakeâs hand on the small of your back guiding you through the dark. The rain is a steady roar now, softer, almost like a lullaby. Lightning still flashes, but it feels far away under the blanket cocoon you make in the middle of the bed.
She ends up between you, tiny body curled into Jakeâs chest, one of her hands reaching back to hold two of your fingers like she needs both of you to feel safe. Mr. Flopsy gets tucked under her chin.
Jake meets your eyes over her head in the dim blue light of another flash. His are glassy, overwhelmed, so full of love it steals your breath. He mouths thank you, slow and deliberate.
You mouth back always.
The storm rages on outside, but inside the three of you are a warm, breathing island. Her crying turns to little hiccups, then to soft even breaths. Jakeâs hand finds yours across her back, fingers lacing tight.
In the dark, with the rain drumming and thunder fading into the distance, he whispers so quietly only you can hear, âThis is it. This is my whole world right here. You, her, us. Iâd burn the fucking sky down before I let anything hurt either of you.â
You squeeze his hand, press a kiss to the top of his daughterâs curls, and feel the last piece of your heart click permanently into place.
The lights never come back on that night.
You donât need them to.
The power finally flickers back on sometime around dawn, pale gray light leaking through the curtains. You wake up tangled in Jakeâs arms, his daughter still curled between you like a tiny furnace, Mr. Flopsy half-buried under her cheek. The rain has slowed to a soft patter, the storm long gone.
Jakeâs already awake, tracing lazy circles on your hip with his thumb, watching both of you like heâs memorizing the moment. When she stirs and blinks up at him with those big hazel eyes that are one-hundred-percent his, he smiles so soft it hurts.
âMorning, little monster,â he whispers, kissing her forehead. âStormâs all gone.â
She yawns, stretches like a kitten, then scrambles up to sit cross-legged between you, hair sticking out in every direction. You sit up too, tugging his t-shirt down over your thighs.
âIâm hungry,â she announces, very serious.
Jake laughs under his breath. âPancakes?â
âWith the smiley faces and whipped cream,â she nods solemnly, then turns to you. âYou help, please?â
Youâre already sliding out of bed. âAbsolutely. Letâs go make the best pancakes in the world.â
Twenty minutes later the kitchen smells like butter and vanilla. Jakeâs flipping pancakes at the stove in nothing but gray sweatpants riding low on his hips, flour smeared across one shoulder blade where she âhelpedâ him measure. Youâre pouring orange juice while she sits on the counter swinging her legs, bunny tucked under one arm.
She watches Jake slide a perfect smiley-face pancake onto her plate, whipped-cream mouth and blueberry eyes, and suddenly she goes very quiet.
âDaddy,â she says, small voice cutting through the sizzle of the griddle.
He turns, spatula still in hand. âYeah, baby?â
She twists the bunnyâs ear, cheeks pink. âWhen am I gonna get a little sister?â
The spatula freezes mid-air. You choke on air. Jakeâs eyes snap to yours over her head, wide and panicked and a little bit wrecked in the best way.
She keeps going, completely unaware of the bomb she just dropped. âBecause Emma at preschool has a baby sister now and she says itâs the best. And I want one too. A tiny one. That I can teach things. And share my toys. And you said when people love each other very very much they can make a baby, and you love her,â she points at you with a sticky finger, âso much itâs gross sometimes.â
Jakeâs mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. He looks like heâs been hit by a truck made of feelings.
You feel your face go up in flames, heart trying to climb out of your throat.
She tilts her head. âSo⊠can we? Please? Iâll be so good. I already picked a name. If itâs a girl itâs gonna be Luna, like the moon, because the moon watched over us last night when the thunder was mean.â
Jake drops the spatula with a clatter, walks over, and lifts her off the counter into his arms like sheâs made of glass. His eyes are glassy again, voice rough.
âBaby,â he says, pressing his forehead to hers, âyou donât even know how much I want that. How much we,â he looks at you, eyes shining, âwant that. One day. Soon. I promise.â
She beams, wraps her arms around his neck. âReally?â
He nods, throat working. âReally. Lunaâs a perfect name.â
Then she wriggles down, runs to you, hugs your legs so hard you almost fall over. âThat means youâre gonna be her mommy too,â she says into your stomach, matter-of-fact, like itâs already decided. âAnd youâll be the best mommy because you let me have whipped cream for breakfast and you werenât even scared of the thunder.â
Your knees nearly give out. Jake steps up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him trembling just slightly.
He kisses the side of your neck, whispers so only you can hear, âYou okay with that, sweetheart? With her calling you mommy one day? With giving her that little sister she just ordered like itâs the easiest thing in the world?â
You turn in his arms, cup his face, thumbs brushing the wetness at the corners of his eyes.
âIâve never wanted anything more,â you whisper back.
His smile breaks wide open, raw and beautiful, and he kisses you right there in the kitchen, soft and slow and full of every promise you just made.
His daughter cheers, clapping sticky hands. âThatâs a yes! Lunaâs coming!â
Jake laughs through the tears heâs not even hiding anymore, scoops her up again, and the three of you end up in a pile of hugs and whipped-cream kisses while the rain finally stops outside and the sun breaks through the clouds like it heard everything and decided to celebrate too.
Pancakes get cold.
Nobody cares.
Youâve got a family to grow.
The house is quiet for once. Sheâs at her grandmaâs for the weekend, first sleepover since the storm, and the silence feels almost loud. Youâre both tiptoeing around it all day: the loaded glances across the kitchen, the way Jakeâs hand keeps finding the small of your back, the way you catch him staring at your stomach like heâs already picturing it rounded with his baby.
By nightfall the air between you is electric.
He finds you in the bedroom doorway, barefoot in one of his old tour shirts, nothing underneath. The hallway light catches the hunger in his eyes when he realizes.
âLock the door,â he says, voice low, rough, already wrecked.
You do.
Heâs on you before the click finishes, backing you into the wall, mouth hot and desperate on yours. His hands slide under the shirt, palms spreading over your bare skin like heâs claiming every inch.
âBeen thinking about this all fucking day,â he growls against your throat, teeth scraping. âPutting another baby in you. Giving her that little sister she asked for.â
You moan into his mouth, legs already shaking. âDo it then. Fuck me full of it.â
He groans like you just punched him, lifts you clean off the floor, and carries you to the bed. The shirt is gone before you hit the mattress. He spreads your thighs wide, stares down at your pussy already slick and swollen for him.
âLook at you,â he breathes, dragging two fingers through your folds, spreading you open. âThis cunt was made to take my cum. Made to grow my babies.â
You arch up, desperate. âJake, pleaseââ
He doesnât make you wait. He shoves his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, thick and leaking at the tip, and lines up. One slow, deliberate push and he sinks into you bare, balls deep, stretching you open exactly the way you both need.
âFuck,â he hisses, forehead pressed to yours. âFeel that? Thatâs me breeding you. Every inch.â
He starts moving, deep and filthy, hips rolling slow at first so you feel every drag of his cock inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
âHarder,â you beg, nails raking down his back. âWant to feel you for days. Want it dripping out of me until it takes.â
That snaps something in him. He slams into you, bed creaking, headboard knocking the wall. The room fills with the wet slap of skin on skin, your soaked pussy taking him over and over.
âGonna fill this pussy up,â he snarls, voice breaking with how close he already is. âGonna pump you so full youâll be leaking me for a week. You want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you right now?â
âYes, yes, fuck, Jakeââ
He shifts, hooks your knees over his elbows and folds you nearly in half, pounding so deep you see stars. His hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles.
âCome on my cock while I breed you,â he demands, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your tits. âMilk me, sweetheart. Take every fucking drop.â
You shatter, screaming his name, walls clamping down so hard he groans like heâs dying. He slams in once, twice, then buries himself to the root and comes with a broken sound, cock pulsing hot and thick inside you. You feel it, every spurt flooding you, painting your walls, filling you up exactly like he promised.
He doesnât pull out. Just stays buried deep, chest heaving, lips brushing your ear.
âStay just like this,â he whispers, voice raw. âDonât move. Wanna keep every drop inside you.â
You nod, breathless, clinging to him. He rolls you gently so youâre on your sides, still locked together, his cock plugging you full. One big hand splays over your lower belly, possessive and reverent.
âRight here,â he murmurs, pressing down lightly, feeling where heâs still twitching inside you. âThis is where sheâs gonna grow. Our Luna.â
You turn your head, kiss him slow and deep, tasting salt and sex and forever.
Minutes pass, hours maybe. He gets hard again without ever leaving you, and the second time is slower, filthier, whispered dirty promises against your mouth while he grinds deep, making sure nothing leaks out.
By the time you finally fall asleep, heâs still inside you, arms locked around your waist, palm resting over the place that might already be holding the beginning of everything you both want.
Outside, the moon hangs low and full, silver light spilling across the bed like itâs keeping watch.
Like it already knows.
EVERYTHING AFTER YOU â sjy [Based on the novel 'Me before you' by Jojo Moyes.]
vol 3. â a terminally ill man and his broken-hearted caretaker find unexpected love and healing. But as time runs out, their slow-burn bond becomes a bittersweet promise of forever within goodbye.
đ§§ àŁȘÖž đ§”Ęà»Öčà»ÖșÖœ bittersweet, angst, drama, slow burn
Warning: This story contains themes of chronic illness, suicidal ideation, emotional abuse, physical abuse, and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to these topics, please proceed with care. You are not aloneâsupport is available. đ€
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Ruin the Friendship pt. 2| s.jy (18+)
After being abandoned by Jake with no explanation, you rebuilt your life from the ground upâonly to return years later and find him broken, alone, and still desperately in love with you.
This is not a love story. It's a story of love.
Genre: enemies-to-lovers, angst, second chances Pairing: ENHYPEN Sim Jaeyun/Jake x afab!reader Warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, mature themes, explicit sexual content (18+), MDNI Notes: 23k words. Song prompt was Ruin the Friendship by Taylor Swift. Part 2 of 2. This turned out longer than I initially planned, but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (No really, pls like it) Disclaimer: I do not know them, nor claim they would ever in real life behave the way they were portrayed in this fic.
(Part 1)
You and Leila ended up here somehow. Christmas break, the air was cold, the streets were quiet, and the two of you were sitting on the old playground swings like no time had passed at all. The metal chains were freezing against your palms, but you barely noticedâyou were too busy laughing at the story Leila was telling, some wild college anecdote about her dorm roommate who kept stealing other peopleâs laundry.
You hadnât seen each other in six months, not since you both left for college. Sure, you kept in touch. Constantly, even. But there was something different about being here again, side by side, bundled up in coats and scarves, letting your feet drag lines in the sandpit beneath the swings.
âI had to move out because of her,â she said, incredulous. âGood thing the nice senior from my department had a sister who was looking for a roommate.âÂ
hiii! can you pls do roommates (or any trope where they live together) enemy jake x fem reader, reader goes grocery shopping and picks up a new brand of chocolate shes never seen before, jake sees her in the kitchen taking out groceries then sees chocolate, eats like 2 whole pieces and reader gets upset but decides to try it out herself, chocolates turn out to be aphrodisiacs and theyre both super horny but reader thinks she has a headache (idkđ) so she comes out to get water and sees jake rock hard on the couch and you know where to go from there queen đ and pls dont include anal đđ THANKSSSSS
22.23, sim jake
enemy!roommate!jake x fem!reader, aphrodisiac chocolates, cowgirl, boobies
You'd just gotten back from the market, arms aching from carrying bags up three flights of stairs to the apartment you unfortunately shared with Jake.
Your roommate. The guy who left his wet towels on the bathroom floor, who played his music too loud at 2 AM, and who ate your leftovers without asking.
You were unpacking groceries in the kitchen when he entered, freshly showered, hair damp. He leaned against the doorway, watching you with that lazy smirk.
"Need help?"
cybersex â Ëââ§ê°áâ€ïžà»ê± â§â
rules are meant to be followed, but unfortunately for jayâjake couldnât be bothered. not when it comes to you.
đìŹìŹì€ x fem reader ft. ë°ìą ì±đ i want ya p.c, sit on my laptop. push all my buttons. baby, please don't stop. download all over me. dial me up. it's time for cybersex. â cybersex, next â«¶ đmasterlistê±
đ©âĄđȘ based on this but i switch to ikeu bcs!! it reminds me of @puppybelles for some reason i love her /pos âȘâȘâ€ïžâŹâȘâȘâ€ïžâŹâȘâȘ,,, and @lilidiors helped me w pairing and song choice ily! i hope you enjoy ËÍá”ËÍâž* if you do, please don't hesitate reblogging and let me know what you think. means so much to me.
word count 8.8k content advisory morally grey characters, jealousy/possessive behaviour, flirting, live streaming, boundary issues, love triangle lowkey, cheating but also not really bcs jay knows? innocent/naive reader, jake is not a good friend, jay is a good boyfriend :( smut advisory A LOT of making out & PDA, sex on live, voyeurism, breasts playing, grinding, profanity, dirty talking, doggy style, pussy eating, throat fucking, blowjob, 69, squirting, doggy-style, cumshot, creampie, i didn't proofread the smut scene because i got shy ok bye...
jay hates it when you have a good day.
not out of bitternessâbut a good day means a good stream.
and a good stream means donation comes in like waterfall, which meansâ
jake and you did something upon the viewer's request.